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saradika · 3 years

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Hey could you do #43 with Tech x f!reader? I imagine it's his attempt at dirty talk lol Congratulations on 1k 🎉

Thank you so much, my friend! I really enjoyed writing this one, I don't usually do a lot of dialogue-based fics, so this was amazing practice. Hope you like it! 💕

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Tech x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.6k words

Prompt #43: “You are wetter than Kamino, baby… Sorry, that sounded hotter in my head.”

(Part of my 1K Follower Celebration)

Summary - You and Tech kill time at 79s

Tags: Dirty Talk, Pickup Lines, Suggestive Humor, PiV (as a daydream), Use of Alcohol (at a Bar)

It was a rare night off in Coruscant, and the boys had decided to head to 79s to celebrate another successful mission. You had offered to hold down the table with Tech as the rest of his team spread out, meeting up with their other vode and catching up. Tech hadn't wanted to come at all, but the team had argued that a group outing would be good - so here you all were.

The table was on the smaller side and round, both of you sitting with your backs to the wall, your tall seat pulled up close to his. The music was loud so you were leaning close, commenting on the people moving throughout the room.

The serious Commander, working the dance floor with moves you’ve never seen before. The booth off to the left, packed full with clones wearing blue-accented armor, crowding together to gossip, the one with blonde hair pointedly detaching himself to down his drink.

A man at the bar, his small tattoo and goatee barely visible as he leans close to the gorgeous girl sitting next to him, smiling charismatically as he whispers in her ear.

“He looks like he’d have some lines,” You comment off-hand, gesturing towards him.

“Lines?” Tech is tilting his head to follow your gaze, spotting the person you were referring to.

“Yeah,” You nod, sipping from your drink, “Pick-up lines. He looks like he’d be smooth, you know?”

“Ah, yes.” Tech also nods at that, his fingers pushing the bridge of his goggles, “I am familiar with the term and meaning, but I have not had that particular experience.”

You almost choke on your sip, swallowing too quickly before coughing, “No one’s ever used a line on you?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” he shrugs, eyes already drifting across the crowd again.

“I refuse to believe that, just look at you.” You turn in your seat to face him, your knees knocking against this thigh, “I’m fixing that right now.”

He glances at you, a brow rising as you comb through your thoughts. You pick one at random, propping your cheek up against your palm as you bat your eyelashes at him.

“Is it hot in here?” You ask, watching his eyes as they narrow in confusion. “Or is it just you?”

His lips part, prepping a response, but nothing comes out other than a soft “oh”. It was a cheesy line, yes, but in this setting, spoken by you - well, it was doing something to him.

“Okay, I got another - this one is so bad,” You’re laughing already, remembering the look on your friend’s face when some guy used it on her. “Fuck me if I’m wrong, but Mythosaurs still exist right?”

His smile is automatic, and he finally gets it, while listening to the sweet sounds of your laughter. What had always seemed silly and a little childish to him, suddenly starts to make sense.

Tech had been humoring you at the beginning, but hearing your voice say those words, the way your teeth dragged against your lower lip when you said “fuck” - he understands why it would work on someone.

“Your turn. Try one on me.” You smile encouragingly, his shy demeanor making your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t know if I-“ He starts to shake his head, but you’re placing a hand on his arm, and he stills.

“Just one. For me. Please?” He blinks, and he seems to be surprised at how readily he agrees.

“Okay, let me think.” Tech’s brow furrows, his hand raising to scrub underneath his goggles. You’re happy he’s playing this game with you, to take a well-earned break after all the long hours he’s been pulling lately.

He nods to himself, turning to face you as he blurts, “You are wetter than Kamino, baby.”

Your laugh bubbles up, bursting loudly before you can hold it back. His brow raises as your hand slaps over your mouth, muffling the sound.

“My apologies, I think that sounded hotter in my head.” His smile is self-deprecating, a crooked pull of lips and a white flash of teeth.

“Oh, no - it was great,” You are still giggling, lips pressing together to stifle them. “You just caught me off guard, I wasn’t expecting that.”

His cheeks flush, a sweet mix of embarrassment and pleasure at making you laugh. Your knee brushes his as you lean closer, though you miss the way his eyes drop to your lips as you run your fingertip over it, thinking.

It’s your turn, and after a moment you’ve got it, your eyes raising to his with a smile. The finger drops from your lips to the curve of his thigh plate, dragging slowly up the smooth plastoid as you ask, “So, is that a blaster in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

His thighs flex with your touch, a pink tongue peeking out to wet his lips, “I-I do not have a blaster in my pocket.”

Your grin is turning into a smirk, and you’re leaning towards him when he adds, “That would be most impractical.”

Groaning, you slump back in your seat, “It’s not supposed to be practical, it’s just supposed to be fun.”

He mourns the distance you’ve put between the two of you, and quickly squashes down his self-consciousness in an attempt to get you to look at him like that again.

“Alright. Let me try another.” Tech thinks it over for longer this time, and you flag down another drink for both of you. The tiny umbrella from your cocktail twirls in your fingers as you wait, your knee bouncing in anticipation.

“I am not a speeder,” He begins, expression a little uncertain before he rushes the rest out, “But you could ride me like one, if you would like.”

Your eyes grow wide and round, searching his as he blushes, unused to the words and the attention. Then you’re exclaiming, “Oh my god, that was so good!”

He relishes in the flush of your cheeks, the shy smile turning up your lips, and he forgets for a moment that you’re both just playing a game. That this wasn’t real - that the words were just a way to pass time.

“Okay, my turn,” Taking a chance, and feeling a little daring, you scoot yourself closer to him. Your thigh brushes his as his arm lifts to make room, moving it to rest along on the back of your chair.

“What’s your name?” You ask, leaning into him as you glance up.

He’s looking at you, eyes a little unfocused, like he didn’t quite hear you. He blinks, clearing his throat, “What?”

“Your name,” You prompt. “I thought I’d need to know what I’ll be screaming later tonight.”

His brain feels like it’s short-circuiting, unable to wrap around the suggestive words, the images popping unbidden into his mind. You, spread out naked underneath him, his cock spearing into your hot, wet cunt - stroking that spot inside you until you’re shouting his name, tightening deliciously around his length as you cum.

It’s a blessing and a curse. He’s never been so turned on and so unsure in his life and for a moment, he has nothing to say. The man who always has a retort up his sleeve, completely struck dumb.

“You win, I cannot beat that,” Tech eventually manages, his voice coming out strained, his body stiffening next to yours.

You think you must have pushed too hard, gone a little too far, so you let the game drop, making a point to begin people-watching again.

Things were a little complicated between the two of you. There was a feeling, something electrical that hummed whenever you were near, something that made his heart and stomach twist into knots.

Part of him was sure you felt it too, and you had kissed him a few weeks ago, a rough clash of teeth and lips when he came back late from the mission, blood splattering his armor. He assumed it was purely an act of passion - a mistake, but Stars, he had enjoyed it. Then, the moment passed, and he was too nervous to bring it up, and the unanswered question of “what now?” had been festering in his guts ever since.

But maybe - maybe this was exactly what he needed.

“Everyone is here,” Tech’s voice is suddenly thoughtful, breaking the lull in conversation. “The Marauder is empty right now.”

“Did you think of another one?” Your head tilts, the side of your cheek brushing against his pauldron. “It’s not bad, but it needs a punchline.”

The arm around you tightens, and he clears his throat, gathering his courage.

“Not a line, a - a realization. And a proposition, if you will have me.” His thumb brushes the bare skin of your arm, making you shiver despite the heat.

“W-What’s the proposition?”

“You finish your drink, and then I take you back to the ship, and we can try out your last line. And any others you would like.”

Before he finishes his suggestion, you’re taking the rest of your glass like a shot, eyes bright as you pull him to his feet. His head tilts down as yours mirror his movements, and your lips meet, soft and warm, and just like he remembered. There’s a low groan in his throat when your teeth nip at his lower lip, and they part for you, letting your tongue sweep lazily against his.

He amends his previous opinion. Going out had been a good idea, after all. A very good idea. You break the kiss, your body pressing against his, fingers fisting in the fabric at his hips as you gaze up at him.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

It’s hours before his vode return to the ship - and in the meantime, he definitely makes good on his proposition.

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radioactivepeasant · 4 years

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Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

Just like last week, spoilers for The Mandalorian season two

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

Cara leaned back in the pilot's seat, wearing that same smirk she always had. The one that said "I knew you'd do it". The one that said "Learn to have a little fun!" The one that said "Admit it, you're a pushover, Din Djarin."

"I can't believe you didn't think of this before!" Cara teased.

[[MORE]]

"The kid is training, and training is school, right? Kid needs school supplies. Styluses. Lunch box. Things like that."

Din looked over his shoulder at the small bundle on the floor behind him. "Maybe..." he murmured.

Cara frowned. "Hey, quit." There was no bite in her words. There never was when they talked about Grogu: she knew better than most that some subjects weren't to be taken lightly. "He's gonna want to see you. That kid adores you."

"He...he belongs with the Jedi," Din said, if only to convince himself not to snatch up his boy and never stop running. "Not the..."

He couldn't bring himself to say "Not the Mandalorians".

Cara adjusted the coordinates minutely, then swiveled sideways in her seat. She leaned forward, elbows on her thighs, and raised her eyebrows at the morose Mandalorian.

"So...there have never been any Mandalorian Jedi? Ever?"

The "no" was already on Din's lips before the weight of the Darksaber on his hip called it into question. Could such a thing exist? One who followed both the Creed of the Mandalorians and whatever Creed the Jedi lived by?

Could Grogu be one?

And was it selfish of him to hope the child might be?

They landed on Yavin IV with little difficulty. Din hadn't expected them to be that close by! It certainly made a difference to know that Grogu wouldn't be far from Mandalore after all.

They were directed by several New Republic officers to an upper level of what Cara said was an ancient temple, surrounded by jungle. It was warm and humid, but not unpleasantly so. The croaking of amphibian creatures in the trees made Din smile under his helmet.

"Hope none of those are poisonous," he remarked, gesturing toward the trees.

The man escorting them -- Din had seen his face on a bounty puck once, he was sure of it -- grimaced. "To most animals here, they are. To certain tridactyl toddlers though..."

Cara snorted. "How many did he eat?"

The man groaned. "Four. Five if you count the one he tried to give to my kid."

Han smirked despite himself when the Mandalorian behind him immediately said, "Urgh. I'm sorry, he does that. Is yours training here too?"

"Not training, no." Han led them towards an open courtyard like place. "We decided not to start that until he's five. Little bandit can't even sit up on his own yet. Luke just babysits when Leia and I both have to work."

"Hey Han! Over here!" The familiar voice of the Jedi echoed from a shady corner beside a tree.

Han. Han Solo! That's where Din had seen his face before! Well. Probably for the best that Boba was busy on Tatooine, then. Solo and friends had taken his fellow Mandalorian's honoring of his contract...rather personally. And Fett had the scars to prove it. For all that he thought the man would probably say something to the effect of "it was just business", Din still didn't think putting him in the same room as Han Kriffing Solo was a good idea.

Any further contemplation of men with prices on their heads crumbled into silence when Din heard a familiar squeal. He dropped to his knees on instinct, just in time to catch Grogu as he tripped on the hem of his little blue robe and fell headfirst into Din's hands.

"Grogu!" Din gasped around the lump in his throat.

"Buir!" Grogu laughed from upside down, though it really sounded more like "Bweeoo!"

Quickly, Din turned the toddler right side up and examined him for injuries. He didn't look hurt, but he did have a large smudge of dirt across his cheek, and dirty handprints all over his clothes. The mythosaur pendant had gotten a little tangled around the zipper on the front, and Din realized that Grogu's robe was just a human infant's sleep sack that someone had cut a hole for feet in.

Luke Skywalker sat on the grass with a three or four month old human baby in his lap. Din guessed that must have been Solo's child. Grogu was pointing at him and babbling incoherently. Din nodded seriously.

"Yes, yes he is a baby."

"Bee bee bee. Batu."

"No, not like the tadpole babies at all, you're right."

He had no idea if Grogu was actually talking about the tadpole child he'd bonded with, but he'd made similar sounds then, hadn't he?

"Grogu."

Grogu's head snapped back to face Din. His ears perked up, and his eyes shone. That threatened to undo Din there and then, but somehow he kept his composure.

"I brought you something to help you while you learn."

Immediately the toddler started looking around. "Buir? Buir?"

Cara held up the bundle Din had purchased from a Lurmen outfitters shop. A tiny red satchel, perfect for smaller species, hung from her fingertips. As soon as Grogu saw the yellow and brown frog pattern on the front pocket, he hooted with delight and reached for it.

"Hang on, short stuff," Cara laughed, "There's more!" She opened the bag and pulled out a pack of short, chunky, styluses in many colors. "Your dad thought you'd like coloring."

Luke laughed softly. "Oh he certainly seems to like his colors. Guess why we had to improvise new clothes?"

Gently bouncing his son in his arms, oblivious to Solo's bewildered look, Din asked the Jedi the question he almost didn't want the answer to.

"What...what happened to his romper?"

Luke winced. "Um."

Behind them, Han started laughing.

"Okay, so-" Luke ran a hand through his hair. "Part of being a Jedi is accepting when you make mistakes and learning from them. Case in point, Force strong toddlers and open jars of finger paint actually...aren't the great idea I'd thought they were..."

Almost completely inaudibly he added, "andalittlebitgotinhiseye,pleasedon'tbemad!"

Grogu flailed his arms up and then down with enthusiasm, trying to show his Buir exactly what he'd done with the paint.

"Yeah," the Manda'lor sighed, perfectly content, "That sounds like my kid."

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kiwi-the-first · 4 years

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The Best Lover In The Parsec

Oneshot

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Wars/The Mandalorian

CW: Fluff oh gods so much fluff, *slaps roof of the fic* this baby can fit so much yearning in it! Salt bae angst action, guest appearance of one(1) line of having the word "making love" and including one corny joke.

TW: mention of near death experience,self loathing,body image issues,canon-typical violence.

A/N: I keep mentioning it, this is my first piece of fanfiction writing. So I really really hope you guys like it. I am scared shitless. Never thought I'd ever write this but 2020 said fuck it you're writing fanfics now. Special thanks all of my writer friends for encouraging,helping and inspiring me everyday into making this happen. Iysm!

Enjoy!

- Kiwi

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You.

He didn't know what to do with you.

He couldn't explain what you made him feel.

He couldn't explain how you made him feel.

But he knew the answers, he knew the words to describe it. He knew the scent of you and the dreamy sigh that escapes him everytime,he enters the fresher after your shower.

He knew the sound of your voice and how it soothes his longing soul and fills in for the silence of the crest, or "home" as you liked to call it.

How he instantly melted after hearing you speak his name for the first time.

You knew it was sacred due to his creed but he had insisted that he trusted you well enough to tell you.

“Din Djarin?” you asked and he nodded.

“What a beautiful name” you smiled.

He breathing hitched and swore to the Mythosaur he never saw anything as pure as that. Well maybe the kid but he was your foundling so of course.

You two are the most precious purposes to him.

Your eyes, so beautiful that he couldn't stop looking at them, a colour picked by nature itself and poured in by artists. Filled with a cacophony of emotions he willingly drowned into.

He knew the curves and nicks of your body.

You trusted him,let him be near you and patch you up when needed. He knows your loathing regarding it,knows the borderline ambiguity and acceptance you have towards loving yourself.

He knows how you confine yourself in the mere image of a fighter.

He knows it well because he does it too. Still he thinks that you manage to be kinder than he could ever be.

You. He keeps falling for you. Deeper and deeper in an infinite pit of ecstasy that most would call love.

You're all on his mind lately. Still he doesn't know what to do.

He knew your actions.

He knew how you fight, how you patch him up,how you show your affection in silent gestures. Ways you cradle the kid and play little games with him but also scold him when it’s needed. The way his chest tightens with that one particular feeling, seeing the two of you like that.

The three of you are safe,laughing just enjoying each other’s presence and looking like a perfect family,an aliit.

Everytime he associates the word with you two he feels a wave of calmness crash over him.

But he’d be lying if it also didn’t make him want to be disintegrated by his own pulse rifle. It was too much how you constantly took care of the two of them.

How you silently admire him when you think he's looking at the stars. When in reality he's looking at you.

He’s always looking at you, looking out for you two.

But do you feel it too? He doesn't have the courage to ask.

He never did. He'd die a thousand different deaths as a coward than be left alone without you beside him.

Your soul, the purest most perfect thing to him deserves someone better. That is what he constantly told himself.

He never intended to be vulnerable with a stranger yet there you were and here he was. But only you weren't a stranger,not anymore.

If he hadn't known any better he would go as far as calling you his soulmate. Silly it may seem.

A big,bad Mandalorian bounty hunter believing in soulmates, but it was the truth.

You're the one holding his heart. But still he doesn't know what to do.

But then it changed, years of travelling together and months on the run raising the little green bean whom you both love and protect with your entirety. Maybe this was where it all ended.

He has been in bad situations before, true. But death was something he never thought he'd have to possibly greet in front of you.

He first noticed your eyes, all the other emotions were set aside as they made room for fear and hopelessness of losing him. Your pretty lips that he always craved to kiss were trembling as you held him close to you.

One hand holding his as tightly as possible while the other cradled under his neck.

He knew he should've told you, he wanted to, desperately. But surely, he couldn't do it now...right? You didn't deserve a last moment declaration of love but lose said lover and live in vain for the rest of your life.

But the maker played him again. Surprise!surprise! He didn’t die.

After the chaos and dangers were all done, the three of you left Nevarro, and the crest jumped into hyperspace he started to prepare himself.

You barely spoke to him as you were down in the hull with the kid.

After you tucked in the kid in the sleeping compartment and came to the cockpit to sit down he started preparing.

He didn't know how much time had passed but he was still silent and...well he scoffed at himself, still ‘’preparing’’.

But suddenly you got up from your seat, fumbling a little, clearly trying to say something.

"I need to talk to you" his entire body froze.

Whatever it was, it scared him. He felt nauseous all of a sudden.

"...about today".

Oh, his anxiety got the best of him. He was always the rusher and in the moment of weakness he couldn't control himself.

"Mando I think you shou-"

"I'm in love with you" he felt his voice slightly crack.

You blinked once,twice, mouth slightly agape. Tears started pooling in your eyes…

Shit shit shit shit it wasn't supposed to happen like this!!!

You were probably telling him how you'd much rather be without him and be safe far away from him and he fucked it all up.

Again he was gonna ruin something because he had no self restraint.

He was confused when you lurched your body to his chest, hugged him tightly and started sobbing.

Was this normal? When a person wants to leave you they don't do thi-

He heard your shaky voice let out a breath and then a

"I love you too"

Huh?

Oh-

OH!

He could faint right now. He could die and be alive again. If someone told him to befriend a jedi right now he would.

It took him a while to process your words,probably because of that brain injury IG informed him about, he thought to himself.

He was irrevocably happy.

Just...happy...and sated, but he also felt like someone ran over him with a mudhorn.

You loved him. You loved him.

You loved him back.

You-

He looks down at you. Sleeping silently curled up against him, holding him close.

This has been like that ever since.

Ever since you both declared that all those touches were indeed electrocuting,that all those late night heart-to-hearts weren't just conversations to pass the time,how he longed to take your hands in his.

Or how you wanted to take off his kriffing helmet so that you could see his eyes and what they hid, or kiss his lips yet you resisted.

It’s been a while, he thinks.

Since you settled down for your happy ending...or was it a beginning? He likes to think it's a little bit of both.

It was something he'd never thought he'd have. Since you learnt that the kid’s people were gone. Since the kid truly became your own in every sense.

But frankly if he was being honest Din didn’t ever want to give him away and neither did you. Your son,your Ad’ika. You now had the privilege to call him that with the permission from The Armorer.

Since your Riduurok.

Since he was allowed to take off his helmet and finally, you finally got to let your emotions run free.

To finally see his face and hold him close. To feel his lips and his warmth.

The memory of your tears of unsung victory and joy still elevates his heartbeat.

Since you had made love and you laughed at his messed up curls in the morning after.

"Thanks for letting me in" you kissed his knuckles and he sighed contently.

"You did too" you furrowed your brows "I-"

"Literally" he winked, "oh? waiT YOU- EWW!!!" he was laughing hard as he dodged the pillow you threw at him.

"And to think! Your'e a responsible father!"

"Make a pervy joke again and I'll murder you" you grumbled. You kept laughing in each other's arms as he held you close

He still chuckles at the memory.

Now baby didn’t mind having a stable life with his buirs either.

You sighed in your sleep. The morning lights were seeping in through the slightly opened windows.

Sunbeams slowly making their ways into the room and enveloping your bodies.

Your eyes crinkled in your sleep and you mumbled something and cuddling closer to him, if that were possible.

The kid will be up soon too and the thought alone makes him smile.

Yet another day with the two of you.

It was a free day for both of you and between your magnificent existence and snorting at Ad’ika running around,babbling and being the cutest menace. He knew he’d survive.

He looks down at you again and he's reminded of all the things that he loves about you.

Now including how much you also love him. He could feel your heart beat,it is the best genre of music to him.

He felt the warmth again, not from the sunlight but from his infinite loop of affection for you.

“Ner Ali’it” he called you.

He'll bask in this for as long as you'd allow him and gladly, you promised to allow him forever.

He may be the best bounty hunter in the parsec but he never tried to be the best lover.

He simply couldn't!

For that title already had an owner,

You.

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starksvixen · 4 years

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Part 4 - Beskar and Broken Hearts

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Summary: You and Din had admitted everything, all cards on the table. But it was all for nothing. After you had escaped Navaro, the Mandalorian started treating you the same, like the kiss never happened. Tensions had risen and hit it’s peak by the time you found her...Ashoka Tano.

Warnings: Lots of angst ahead, semi-unhappy ending,

A/N - I’m doing a major time skip cause *tension*. Also, I didn’t really have any ideas except for lots of squabbling between the reader and Mando so here’s the result.

“Wanna explain why you’ve been ignoring me?” the modulated voice speaks up from beside you.

“Not particularly,”

You move a bit faster, moving your hair to the side, free from your hood you had burned back on Navaro. The patch with the Mythosaur skull rubs against your bicep, something that you thought signified you joining Din’s clan. It was obvious his feelings had changed.

The Mandalorian grew cold, acting as if nothing happened. Like the kiss and three words meant nothing. Maybe he was just trying to spare you from embarrassment. But even that pisses you off, the thought of being babied making a dull static fill you.

You stop walking ahead at the soft cooing of the Child, the only reason you had stayed with Mando up till then. Gently, you take him from Din, not sparing him a glance as you walk with the tiny bundle in one arm.

Entering the small town, you look at its desolate state in suspicion. Din had been sent here in search of a Jedi known as Ashoka Tano. The name’s familiarity resounded within you, memories of the name being passed around during your time on Mandalore.

“You stay out here with the Child,” Mando says gruffly. “I’ll see if I can find the Jedi’s whereabouts,”

“You’re seriously benching me?” you hiss.

“No, you’re protecting the kid,”

And without another word, he walks into the city, leaving you in the dust. With a huff, you hold the kid close to your chest and walk towards the forest line near the outer gates of the city. Once you place him down, you find a rock to sit on, watching as the kid curiously held up anything that looked like food.

“Sorry, buddy, no frogs here.” you sigh, leaning your forearms against your knees.

It didn’t take long for Mando to return, only to be met with silence once again on his behalf. You could feel your heart race beneath your skin, your shoulders practically kissing your eyes with the fire radiating off of them. How the hell was he still silent about this situation?

Before any words could be spoken that you could regret, you shove the kid in his hands, mumble a poor excuse to get ahead, and let your feet take wind into the forest. You’re smart, staying close to the duo so you don’t get lost or encounter a threat alone. But being near that man, it made you crawl in your skin at his actions. Like saying those three words were nothing. Like that kiss didn’t mean something. It haunted you.

A rustle in the bushes catches your attention. On instinct, you twist your arm behind you and pull out the staff that rested on your back.

“Din?” you yell into the air.

“I only see a few beasts to the North,”

“No, that can’t be i-”

Yeah, that definitely wasn’t it. Because before you knew it, a sea of a cloak floats in front of you, white lightsabers at the ready. Barely, just barely, you block her attack with the staff, only to have the metal melt in your hands. As the Jedi pulls back for another hit, you kick her square in the gut before ducking to miss the next hit. The hiss of singed skin fills the air, it’s smell nearly making you gag as you brace yourself with the Earth.

Before you even had to think, the sound of light and beskar rang in your eyes. Looking above you, Din has his arms crossed to block the Jedi’s next hit, one that certainly would have killed you. As girly as it was, your heart fluttered at the protective move.

Swinging out of the way, you protect the Child with the small knife as the Mandalorian and the Jedi come to a truce.

“Bo-Katan sent me!” you hear Din yell, his blaster ready.

Slowly, she disengages, her hood falling gracefully towards her shoulders, looking at you and the Child.

“I hope it’s about him,”

Din paces back and forth at an alarming rate before you, the small light up ahead bouncing off the clean metal and refracting with each movement. Ashoka sits with Grogu, a secret communication taking place between the two of them, something you couldn’t help but admire.

As you lean against a rock, the searing pain at the top of your shoulder alarms you to your latest injury. Slowly, you peel back the singed jacket you had. It was a superficial burn, barely there. It wouldn’t even leave a scar. But the fear in Din’s voice would leave a scar upon your memory.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” he mumbles quietly.

In the time you were looking at your wound, you failed to notice the beskar covered warrior crouching in front of you, med pack at the ready.

“Didn’t think you would care,”

“Cya-”

“You don’t get to fucking call me that. Not after ignoring me this entire time.”

“Let me explain...”

“You should have weeks ago...” you mumble.

With the snatch of your wrist, you place a bacta patch on your shoulder, shrugging your beat up leather jacket off and onto your lap. Ashoka coaxes you both towards them. Din offers his hand to help you up, but in turn you glare and stand on your own, tightly tying your jacket to your waist and following the Jedi.

She takes you to a more comfortable plateau, the trees offering safety, something you didn’t expect this deep in the wilderness. You sit beside the kid, gently scratching the space between his ears, earning a coo in return.

“Were you two speaking back there?” Din questions.

“In a way,” Ashoka responds. “Grogu and I can hear each others thoughts.”

“Grogu?” you and Din ask in unison. The poor thing didn’t know who to look at first, making you chuckle softly.

“It must be nice to hear your real name again, huh?” you whisper softly while peering down at him.

You listen quietly to Grogu’s dark...dark story. For the first time since you thought you were going to lose Din, you cry. Silently, of course, not giving way to hysterics. But the thought of your poor boy having to endure things that you yourself had faced, it broke your heart.

As the Child starts to fall asleep, he curls up into your jacket that lay on your waist, making you smile softly at the motion. With one hand, you gently pick him up to lay on your chest. In one swift motion, you stand and walk towards a tree with him close to you. Laying against the rough bark, you let your eyes begin to drift close. Not without seeing the glint of beskar staring right back at you.

It was early when Ashoka had risen you, the Child void of your chest, instead in Din’s arms. Your gaze quickly averts away from him, opting instead to follow Ashoka.

As you all walk deeper into the forest, you engage in quiet conversation with the Jedi. She obviously could sense the tension between you and Mando, subtly using probing questions to solve her mystery. But you were used to these types of people, you knew how to deflect.

Once you make it to your destination, and Grogu was placed somewhere comfortable, you watched intently as Ashoka tested his abilities. While your boy could take the rock floated towards him with ease, sending it back, or taking it, was the problem.

“He doesn’t understand.” Din interjects.

“Oh jeez...” you mumble, already sensing the long day ahead of.

“He does,” Ashoka reassures, stepping closer to the youngling. “He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years. Let’s try something else. Come over here.”

You both take a step forward. The tense glance that Din sends your way forces you to take a step back, arms crossed in defense as you turn away. As the intense feeling begins to build, Grogu’s upset builds also. He softly whimpers at the sight of you two, refusing to make any eye contact.

“For this to work, you both need to be in harmony. Not fighting whatver lovers quarrel has settled upon you.” Ashoka says frankly.

“We’re fine...” you say, your voice void of any emotion.

Ashoka turns to the Child, a soft nod the only signal of their communication before she picks him up and walks away, leaving the two of you alone.

“We need to figure this out, for the kid,” Din says.

“Yeah, and only for the kid,” you scoff.

“What is with you lately?! What have I done that is so wrong!”

“Where do I kriffing start Din?!”

“How have I mistreated you?”

“It’s not mistreatment! It’s the lack of said treatment...”

“Dank Farrik!” he exclaims, his hands flying in the air. “Will you just spit it out already!”

“Fine! You’ve treated me like every other bounty you’ve dragged into the ship ever since our escape from Nevarro.”

The world falls silent, but your heart refuses to let up its song. You can feel it in your ears, your throat. The vulnerability that settles upon your shoulders is crushing you as you wait for a response.

“What I said back there...I never should’ve said it. I never should’ve kissed you like that,”

Your jaw clenches, your arms grip your own body tighter then before.

“Are you saying...”

“Its not true, what I said. We’re just partners.”

With a scoff and a quiet sniffle, you can’t bring yourself to glare at Din at the moment. All you can feel is a pain, wedging itself in your heart, deeper then any blade could.

“Just partners in crime, right?” you spit at him, turning away from the man that you knew you still loved.

A harsh sigh pushes through his encoder, his hands falling at his hips in frustration.

“I’ll pretend to be normal around the kid. But once he’s back with a Jedi, you’re dropping me off at the nearest planet.”

You wipe a stray tear away before walking off in silence.

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fanfoolishness · 4 years

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The Lullaby (The Mandalorian)

(Din tries to help the Child get to sleep, while needing to sleep himself. PTSD, childhood memories, family feels, no romance. Thanks to the anon who sent me an ask saying “Bruh, Din must be EXHAUSTED” in regards from planet to planet. Set between chapter 8 and 9. 1880 words.)

***

Maybe it would be different this time.

He floated, gauzily, through the old house. Sunlight slanted through transparisteel windows, lining the little things, the ordinary things, with a rich and reddish gold. The breakfast table was a glory. His father’s wooden flutes glimmered. His toys, little silver droids he pulled on strings or pushed on wheels, glowed beautifully as he played. He made silly little noises to himself, whole stories and conversations about the battles they would fight at each other’s side.

But the sounds struck, faint at first, then throbbing in the near distance. Boom, boom. The whine of blaster fire.

Din flinched. It was always like this. Always. He shivered, sinking into himself, wrapping his arms around his middle.

His mother’s arms flailed, frantic as she crossed the living space. His father’s face was pale. They scooped him up into their strong, safe arms, and he wept with confusion, with fear. The toy droids rattled across the floor.

They ran.

***

Din started, breathing hard, and sat up straight in the pilot’s seat. Hell, he hadn’t meant to fall asleep. They were still in too close of an orbit to the last place they’d fled, and he didn’t intend for them to be captured somewhere this backwater. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself, but the exhaustion clung heavy on him.

He’d been tired before, of course. There’d been times as a young man he’d run himself near to death, chasing bounties, getting in over his head, seeking out yet another fight. But there’d been a nihilistic purity to it back then, the promise of a glorious death should things go badly, a battle worthy of the Way. It had been a clean ache, and an empty one.

Now, though, he found himself tired in ways he’d never even thought about.

He battled differently with the child around, always sensitive to the danger the fight posed to the little one; it led to taking different risks, making new assessments, sometimes taking hits that never would have landed had it been him alone. His body groaned with the effort some days, burdened with bruises, pulled muscles, burns from the rare blaster bolts that nearly made it past the beskar. He didn’t mind, patching himself up with bacta and painkillers at the end of each night. It was the Way.

But the exhaustion lingered, not always due to physical causes. Some nights the kid wouldn’t fall asleep, tossing and turning and fussing so that Din never did really rest either Sometimes just the mental calculations of fleeing, hiding, running, searching, were more exhausting than a physical fight.

He thought now that he understood the Creed in a different way than ever before. Battle faded into the background, the warrior’s death a long distant fate. He ached in a way that had nothing to do with physical wounds but that laid him bare all the same, a feeling deeper than mere blood and bone. He thought of foundlings, of care, of sacrifice.

He thought of the kid.

The kid. Where had the little womp rat gotten to? Din craned his head to the side, scanning for the kid through the visor of his helmet, and let out a sigh of relief. The little one was still buckled into his seat, though he looked just as wiped out as Din felt. His ears drooped all the way down to his shoulders, and his large eyes were half-lidded, little hands coming up to rub sleepily at his face.

“Hey there,” said Din. “We’d better get some rest, huh, buddy?”

The child’s face crinkled, his big eyes narrowing. Oh, so he was going to be fussy tonight. The kid let out an annoyed little grunt as his hands curled into tiny fists.

“None of that,” said Din, a mild sternness creeping into his voice. “You need to lay down.” At the kid’s glower, he hastily amended, “We both need to get some rest. Come on, I’ll come to bed with you. Just let me bring the Crest into a better orbit.”

The kid made some nonsense noises that he suspected were an affirmation. Din smiled faintly beneath his helmet. Those little sounds were becoming so familiar, he almost thought he could tell what they meant.

He brought the ship out of orbit, scrolling through options in the navicomputer. His eyelids felt so heavy, though. He took a deep breath through his nose, slowly letting it out through his mouth. Training in his youth came back to him, ways to ask ever more of the body in order to fulfill the Creed. Just a bit further. He breathed deep, struggling to keep himself alert.

He stared hard at the small screen, at his gloved fingertips hovering over its surface. They blurred slightly. He selected a path that would take them into a secluded orbit, far from satellites or prying eyes, and relaxed as he directed the ship along the planned path. He blinked. His vision slid from slightly blurred to doubled.

He was so tired.

His head slipped forward, helmet weighing it down, until his chin rested on his chest. He jerked himself back, shaking his head sharply and trying to clear it. Dank farrik, he needed to sleep.

“Just a little longer, kid,” he muttered. His hands felt faint on the controls, but he straightened up again. Breathe deeply. Bring fire into the very center of your being. Direct the energy outward into a killing strike. Though in this case, the killing strike was just the successful maneuvering of the ship into a new, hidden orbit, and nearly as difficult as any battle technique. At last, though, the navicomputer flashed at him, advising him he’d been successful.

His hands loosened and he yawned, getting wearily to his feet. His hand was sure on the child’s restraints, freeing him from the seat belt. He scooped the kid into his arms, his weight sure and familiar.

“Come on, little guy,” he murmured. The kid fussed in his arms, burrowing his head into the woven cloth of Din’s cloak, a favorite place for him to nap. Din leaned his head to the side, helmet resting against the kid’s cheek, just for a moment.

He took the ladder carefully, keeping the kid pressed tight to his chest, and headed straight to his narrow cot. He sat down on it heavily, making sure to cradle the kid’s head as he did so.

“What do you think, pal?” he asked. “You want your bed tonight? Or do you want to stay here?”

It was about fifty-fifty, which option the kid chose. Sometimes he was happy to go curl up in the new pram Din had found for him, after the one that Kuiil had fixed up was burned on Nevarro. Din had gotten him several different blankets over the past several weeks, and sometimes the kid got real cozy under them, happy as anything.

Other times, more unsettled nights like tonight, the child made it quite clear he wanted to stay with Din, holding onto him tightly with those small arms. Tonight he kept his face pressed against Din’s cloak, and Din sighed, laying down and resting a hand on the child’s back. He rubbed it through the thick robe, small circles lazily round and round, something he faintly remembered his mother doing.

“How are you, buddy?” he asked softly.

The kid’s hand reached up, claw-tipped fingers curling into the cowl of Din’s undershirt, at the spot where neck met shoulder. Scared, then. Din had come to realize that when the kid was this clingy, he really felt anxious about something. Through the tiredness, his chest ached. He wondered, not for the first time, what had happened to him before Din had found him.

“Hey, it’s all right, I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Do you want a story?”

The kid’s ears flicked, twitching upwards. A yes.

Shit. It was so hard to remember any kind of story with his mind mushy and tired like this. He’d gotten pretty okay at stories, to his own surprise; sometimes he would simply tell the kid all about their adventures that day, but sometimes he’d come up with stories he picked up from around. Silly stories he’d overheard Peli Motto or Omera tell the kid; stories of Mandalor the Great riding the Mythosaur; stories about their friends Kuiil and IG-11 who had helped them. But tonight, nothing came to mind.

His eyelids fell shut. For a moment, he saw them again -- his mother, so beautiful and frightened; his father, who’d always seemed so strong, but now looked so afraid --

He blinked, coming back to himself again. He hesitated.

“I don’t really have a story tonight, kid.”

The little one murmured crankily, little hand tightening into a fist, ears falling back down near his collar. Din rubbed his back soothingly, a circle here, a pat of his palm there.

“Uh…’” He swallowed. “Maybe a song?”

The baby stilled, large ears swiveling slightly, the better to hear. Din glanced down at him, saw those big eyes wide in anticipation.

“I’m not much of a singer,” he cautioned. He cleared his throat, closing his eyes, and remembered what his mother used to sing.

The song, halting at first, grew slowly in his mouth and throat. It had been so long since he’d sang, so long since he’d engaged with music. The Tribe had had no music; the noise was too dangerous, too risky, and the little metal they had was all reserved for armor and weapons, not musical instruments. But this was something older than his life as a Mandalorian, something soft and far away and secret.

He didn’t remember all the words. They weren’t in Basic, and he wasn’t sure of all of their meaning, having lost his parents’ language long ago. The melody cracked a little, here and there, his throat rusty when it came to notes higher than his voice could carry. But he knew it was a comfort-song, a happy song, a sleeping-song; it was a song of moons and stars and inky night, and he sang brokenly to the child, his voice small amidst the hum of the Crest.

The last chorus of the little song faded into the ship’s background sounds, and Din felt a curious unloosening in his chest, a weight lifting.

“You know...” he mumbled. Sleep seemed so close. “My mother used to sing that to me, when I was a child. It’s about the stars and moons going to sleep. I used to sing along with her.” He smiled drowsily, trying to remember. “And my father would leave the curtain open in my room, so I could see the moons and stars as they passed overhead.”

He brushed his hand over the child’s ears, gentle strokes. “Don’t forget, kid. You’re not alone out here. ‘S you and me, here amongst the stars,” he said, echoing the song’s refrain. He let out a sigh, more breath than voice. “This is the Way.”

The baby curled against him, his small hand slackening, relaxing. Quietly, he began to snore, and beneath him, Din fell into a deep sleep of his own..

He dreamed not of blaster fire, or fear, or smoke in the streets.

He dreamed of stars of white against a blue-flung sky, of golden moons rising brilliant in the night; and he dreamed of a child’s hand, held safely in his own.

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asiminthering · 3 years

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[ID - A sketch of a young Din Djarin from the side wearing red clothes and a human child-sized egg. Din’s right hand is reaching out toward the egg. The top of the egg is cracked off and a baby mythosaur head is pocking out. The mythosaur looks like a brown, long-necked dinosaur with small tusks.]

AU where mythosaurs make telepathic bonds and Din accidentally bonds with one pre-Seperatist attack on Aq Vetina and then, idk, the Mando who originally saved him becomes a co-parent with Din’s parents and maybe they become an OT3 or something and then the 4 of them all escape when he Separatists attack. Idk, I’m just dreaming here, and I also read way too much Dragonriders of Pern as a child. The egg is a little proportionally small but anyway.

Snippet below (you can read my other snippets with sketches here on AO3)

Din was playing by himself today. It wasn’t that he didn’t like playing with the other kids, but sometimes they were too loud and he just wanted to play somewhere quiet. He’d wandered off near to the base of the small mountain near the village and was hopping from rock to rock, pretending he couldn’t walk on the sand.

He made a tricky jump, landing with one foot on a small, loose rock before lunging for a big rock and grabbing it with both hands, scrambling to the top. He grinned to himself triumphantly.

He had stood up on top of the rock and was about to make a leap for the next one when he heard a strange tapping noise. It sounded kind of weird. Not like metal hitting wood, or wood hitting wood, or any other things he’d ever heard tapping together.

It seemed to be coming from the other side of another, bigger rock that he hadn’t been planning to try climbing because it was too steep. He jumped down, game forgotten, and creeped around to look.

There, sitting wedged up against a crack in the rock was... a round white thing. It kind of looked like maybe an egg, but huge. Suddenly it rocked again, all by itself, and Din startled, running around the edge of the rock until he couldn’t see it anymore.

He listened to the tap, tap, tap for a few moments before peaking around at it again. Was it hatching?

It wasn’t really doing anything except shaking a bit, so far. Din walked closer and put a hand on it, feeling the strange bumpy texture of it.

At his touch, the egg began to rock more, tapping harder against the rock behind it until there was a crack. Din took his hand back, but quickly looked over the top of the egg to see what had happened. It had tapped hard enough that some of the shell had broken, and he could see a narrow, scaley nose peaking through.

Once the nose was out, he heard a strange squeaking and then an exhausted explosion of breath, the creature hooked its flat teeth on the edge of the cracked shell and then just breathed for a long moment.

It was tired, Din thought. He looked around and saw a fist sized rock with some sharp edges and lifted it in his hand. He looked back at the egg and felt an urgency. The egg needed to break and he needed to eat and...

The thoughts didn’t make any sense, but the urgency behind them didn’t let Din stop and think. He hefted the rock and brought one of the sharp edges down on the egg, again and again and again until the top had cracked open and the creature’s head was free and Din stumbled back in surprise, dropping the rock.

Oh, he thought, it’s a Mandalorian lizard.

Everyone on Aq Vetina knew there were Mandalorians living somewhere around, but they didn’t interact with them much. Din had sometimes seen a lone Mandalorian with their lizard walking from the space port and off into the brush, but he’d never seen one of them up close before.

Din reached out a finger to it and heard a voice. Hello.

“Hello?” he said, looking around.

Here.

Din looked back at the Mandalorian lizard.

A feeling of amusement. I’m a mythosaur, not a lizard silly.

“Hey!” Din heard a shout behind him and whirled around.

Standing at the edge of the cliff was a Mandalorian, their... mythosaur next to them, dwarfing them in height. The mythosaur leaped down first and then the Mandalorian’s jet pack flared and they jumped down too, landing a bit away from Din and the mythosaur.

Tell him I’m hungry!

Suddenly, Din too felt extremely hungry, hungrier than he could remember being in his whole life.

Din blurted out, “She says she’s hungry!”

The Mandalorian seemed to pause, then sighed. “Come, then,” he said, holding out a hand.

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fallen420 · 4 years

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Rebel Spy - Chapter 8: It’s Just Us Now

Description: Auroras life becomes lonely after the war ends but when a familiar Mandalorain needs her help who is she to refuse.

prologue chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5

chapter 6 chapter 7

We walk into the restaurant to watch Cara beat some guys ass. I hold the kid close to me as he giggles at the fight.

"Pay up mudsuckers!" She turns around and spots us.

"Picked up a new friend Mando?"

"Cara this is Aurora."

I smile, "Hi."

"Wait like commander Aurora? Like the rebel spy?"

I laugh a little, "That's the one."

"I've heard a lot of stories about you. You're badass."

"Thanks," I say as we sit down at the table.

Din catches her up on everything Greef said.

"It seems like a straightforward operation. They're providing the plan and firepower. We're the snare."

"With the kid?" She asks.

"That's why we're coming to you," I say as I shake my leg to keep the kid entertained.

"I don't know. I've been advised to lay low. If they run my chain code I'll be stuck in a cell for the rest of my life."

"I thought you were a veteran," Mando says.

"I've been a lot of things since. Most of them carry a life sentence. If I so much book passage on a ship registered to the New Republic, I'm-"

"We have a ship. I can bring you there and back with a handsome reward. You can live free of worry."

"I'm already free of worry, and I'm not in the mood to play soldier anymore. Especially fighting some local warlord."

"He's not a warlord," I say, "He's imperial." Cara is a rebel we both fought a war to get rid of these people I know she'll be willing to do it again.

"I'm in."

Mando and Cara come down from the cockpit. He lets her go through his weapon collection choosing which ones she likes best. I'm refilling our med kit because who knows whats gonna happen. They talk about why are we going back.

"And you're okay with bringing the kid?" She asks.

"No," I say my head still buried in the kit.

"That's why we're bringing you," Din says. The ship starts to shake and I look around for the kid and he's not here. The med kit rolls off the table as we get thrown around the ship.

"You left him up there?!"

I somehow make my way up the ladder only falling once.

The kid has a hold of the joystick.I grab the kid handing him to Din. I sit in the pilots chair pressing a few buttons and then ship goes back to normal.

I look back at Din, "You know the kid has a thing for buttons why leave him up here."

"We need someone to watch that thing," Cara says.

"Aurora's supposed too." There's a hint of playfulness in Din's voice.

"Okay tin can was I or was I not filling your med kit? She's right though we're gonna need some help."

"I think I know somebody."

"It hasn't grown much," the Ugnaught says about the kid. We landed on his farm not to long ago. Wish Din would of told me it was an Ugnaught. Ugnaught's worked for the empire.

"I think it might be a strand-cast," Din says.

"No, it's a Jedi," I say, "Like I told you before."

"Aurora-"

"I've seen it before. Have you?"

"I don't think it was engineered," Kuiil says, "I've seen the gene farms. This one is to evolved. Too ugly. This one, on the other hand," he looks at Cara, "Looks like she was farmed in the Cytocaves of Nora."

"This is Cara Dune," Din says, "She was a shock tropper."

"You were a dropper?"

"Did you serve?"

"On the other side, I'm afraid." He sits down along with the rest of us, "But I'm proud to say that I paid out my clan's debt, and now I serve no one but myself."

An IG-11 walks through the door. All three of us stand up taking out our blasters pointing it at him.

He's holding a tray, "Would anyone care for some tea?"

"Huh?" I look at Din confused.

"Please lower your blasters. He will not harm you," Kuiil says.

"That thing is programmed to kill the baby," Mando reminds him.

"Not anymore."

"You reprogrammed it?" I ask.

"I did." The IG unit places the hot tea on the table.

Kuiil tells us the story of how he found the unit and reconstructed it. How he taught it everything from scratch. About how it developed a personality. By the end of the story we put our blasters away trusting Kuiil.

"Is it still a hunter?" Din asks.

"No. But it will protect."

"Tea?" The IG unit asks and I grab it out of its hands taking a drink feeling the warm tea calm my nerves.

Din and Kuiil are outside talking leaving Cara, the kid, and it inside Kuiil's hut.

"So," Cara says, "Are you and Mando...?

"What?" I feel my face flush I mean yeah we've shared some moments but we're not together or anything...right? "No. No. We're just partners."

"Sure."

"What do you mean sure?"

"Look I know we can't actually see his face but the way he looks at you its not a friendly look."

"Look even if he was looking at me like that. I'm-I'm sure it's against the code."

"And it's not?"

Before I can respond Din walks back in, "You guys ready to go?"

"Uh yeah."

Back on the ship Cara and Din are locked into an intense battle of arm wrestling. The kid and I watch intently.

"My credits are on Cara who you got?" I say to the kid.

"Shut," grunt, "Up," Din says and I can't help but laugh.

"Sounds like you're losing there target practice."

Then Cara stops what she's doing. It looks like he can't breathe. Immediately I turn to see the kid with his hand up and eyes closed. I grab him to stop him from killing her.

"That is not okay!" Cara yells

"He forced chocked her," my mind floods back to the imperial ships. It floods to all the people I watched die due to it.

"Have you seen it before?" Din asks.

I nod my head.

"Where?"

I close my eyes trying to calm the panic that flows through me as I remember, "Imperial ships." my voice comes out quieter than expected, "When I was spying."

"The kid's... evil?"

"No no. I think the kid- he just thought he was protecting you."

The kid and I lay in the cot fast asleep. Well, I was asleep until Din wakes me up.

"Hey," he says in a whisper.

I barely open my eyes, "What?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You looked panicked earlier."

"Oh, that."

"Yeah."

"It's just I saw a lot on those ships and it brings up bad stuff. But I'm fine though Din really."

"Okay," he gets up. I was going to ask him to stay again but then I remember about Cara and Kuiil are here and we won't want too, "Good night cyar'ika."

"Night Din."

We land where Greef told us to meet him. He's outside with three other men.

All four of us walk out of the ship on the Mythosaur that Kuiil brought. We are now facing each other with the kid floating in between me and Mando in its new Pod

"Sorry for the remote rendezvous, Mando," Greef says, "But things have gotten complicated since you were last here. It appears that introductions are in order. It seems we've both provided security detail." he points at Cara, "I recommend the shock trooper guards the ship. These lava fields are lousy with Jawas."

"She's coming with me," Din says.

"But the town is now run my ex-Empire. If a Rebel Dropper and a Rebel Commander is with us they'll get their hackles up.

"They're coming."

"Fine. At least cover your tattoo. No need to flaunt it." Greef refers to the tattoo on Caras's arm. "Now, where is the little one?" Din looks at me before touching his vambrace pushing the kid's pod forward. He walks closer to the pod and my hand hovers over my blaster, "So, this little bogwing is what all the fuss was about." He picks up the kid, "What a precious little creature."

"Mando.." I whisper.

"I know."

"I can see why you didn't want to harm a hair on it wrinkled little head." He puts the kid back and Din and I both relax. "Well, I'm glad this matter will be put to rest once and for all." Din closes the pod and brings the kid back to us, "The sun drops fast on Nevarro. We can walk for a spell, camp out at the riverbank, then make our way into town at first light."

At camp, its dark except for the flames except for the orange flames. I sit next to Din with the kid on my lap as I feed him the meat they caught earlier. The kid coos and babbles as I feed him.

"I guess the little bugger's a carnivore," Greef says "Never seen anything like it. They were ready to pay a king's ransom for that thing. Must be for some kind of highfalutin menagerie." He chuckles.

"Let's go over the plan again," Din says.

"We both enter the common house. We show the client the bait. We join him at the table. And you kill him."

"Tell me about his reinforcements."

"They're all ex-empire. As soon as they lose their paycheck, poof, they'll all scatter."

"What if they don't?" I ask.

"They will."

"That's not good enough," Din says.

"If, for argument's sake, a few of them don't realize that I'm their best past to alternative employment and they elect to react impulsively, then these three fine Guild Hunters," Greef points to his men, "along with the battle-hardened commander and shock trooper, will cut down anyone who bucks."

"How many will there be?"

"No more then four," Greef stands up now, "He travels with, at most, a Fire Team. Trust me nothing can go wrong." Greef goes to grab a piece of meat but a vulture of some kind grabs it out of his hand with its claw. It seems to scratch him as he cries out in pain. Everyone stands up and starts shooting at it. I make sure to close the kid's pod.

They fly around us. I take my blaster out to help with the shooting. It's chaotic. There's blast everywhere these things are flying like crazy. One of them takes one of Greef's guild members.

One tries to grab Din making him drop to the floor. I start shooting at it trying to get it to let go of him. After a few shots, it does. With his arms free he points the fire from his vambrace at it. It flies away with its tail on fire. The other one follows it.

"You good?" I ask Din.

"Yeah," he says out of breath, "Thanks." We run back to the kid's pod to check on him. When I open it he just coos.

We hear Greef grunting in pain. I go over and kneel by his side.

"They got you good," I say. He has scratch marks on his arm. His arm is red as the poison spreads through his veins, I open the medkit taking out the bacta shot. Bacta shot are powerful Din and I have yet to use them because we haven't had too bad of injuries yet. "Hold still," I give him the shot without hesitation.

"How bad?" Din asks.

"Bad. The poison is spreading. Fast."

"So this-this is how it happens," Greef says as I begin to wrap his arm with the bandage to try and stop the spreading.

"Don't be so dramatic. Uh, I need another med-pack. Do we have anymore?" I look around and nothing.

"I'm guessing that's a no."

"It's still spreading. It's not working."

I look down and notice the kid next to me putting a hand out to touch Greef, "Get this thing outta here," Cara says.

"Wait." I say, "Let him."

He touches Greefs wound and closes his big little eyes.

"He's trying to eat me."

"Shut up." I watch as the wound mostly closes and the poison leaves his body. The kid sits on the ground probably tired then the wound closes all the way.

After walking for some time Greef stops, "I guess this is it." Greef turns around and shoots. The three of us pull out our blasters waiting to get hit but instead, the two bounty hunters behind us are dead. "There's something you should now." He walks over to the now-dead bounty hunters kicking the bodies to make sure they're dead, "The plane was to kill you and take the kid."

I knew it.

"But after what happened last night, I couldn't go through with it. Go on. You can gun me down here and now and it wouldn't violate the code. But if you do, this child will never be safe."

"We'll take our chances," Cara says.

"The Imperial client is obsessed with obtaining this asset. You tried to run, but where did it get you? Listen, we both need the client to be eliminated. Let me take the child to him and then you three..."

"No," I say, "You don't go near my kid."

"Let's just kill him and get outta here," Cara says.

Din lowers his blaster, "He's right." I lower mine too.

"What are you doing?"

"If the imp lives he'll send hunter after the child," Din says.

"It's a trap."

"Bring me."

"Bring you?" Greef says.

"Tell him you captured me. Get me close to him and I'll kill him."

"No," I say

"That's a good idea give me your blaster," Greef says and Din hands him his blaster.

"Mando what if he kills you?" I ask with fear in my voice.

"He won't."

"But what if."

"Its the only way."

"I'm coming with you."

"No, no-no. That would make them suspicious," Greef says.

"I don't care. I'm coming."

"Tell them she caught me," Din suggests.

"No, they know you have a girlfriend they know she's the Rebel Commander."

Din doesn't correct him when he says girlfriend so neither do I.

"Fine. Then Cara caught us. We all go in there together," I say,

"Okay," Greef says, "Cara can bring the child."

"No," I say, "Kid goes back to the ship."

"But without the child, none of this works!"

"I have a plan. I'm a commander I always have a plan. Kuiil, ride back to the Razor Crest with the kid and no don't come out no matter what. Once you're inside engage in all ground security protocols. Nothing on this planet will breach those doors."

He hands me the comlink, "I will keep the child safe."

"Let's go." Din hands Greef the cuffs and he cuffs the both of us.

We walk up to the entrance of the city. The place if flooded with stormtroopers.

"Chain code?" One asks.

"I have a gift for the boss," Greef says.

"Chain code?" The stormtrooper asks again. Greef hands it to him and he scans it, "I'll give you twenty credits for the helmet."

Greef fakes a laugh, "Not a chance. That's going on my wall."

"Go ahead."

"Here we are." Greef opens the door and Din and I go first. Inside there are four stormtroopers and the Imp sits at the table. He stands up when he sees me and Mando, "Look what I brought you. As promised."

"And the commander too. I'm impressed," the imp says. He looks at Din's armor, "What exquisite craftsmanship. It is amazing how beautiful beskar can be forged be its ancestral artisans." He looks at Greef, "Can I offer you a libation to celebrate the closing of our shared narrative?"

"I would be obliged."

Greef pushes me and Din to sit down at a booth. Greef sits next to us and the imp sits across. The tension in the air rises as two more stormtroopers walk in.

"It is a shame that your people suffered so. Just as in this situation, it was all avoidable. Why did Manalore resist our expansion? The empire improves every system it touches." the anger that goes through me is insane. My jaw clenches and I bite my tongue to stop myself from saying something. Din places his cuffed hands over mine has an attempt to calm me down, "Judge by a metric. Safety, prosperity, trade, opportunity, peace. Compare Imperial rule to what is happening now. Look outside. Is the world more peaceful since the revolution?"

Oh yeah, the world is worse off without the sadistic ruler.

"I see nothing but death and chaos."

That the empire caused.

"I would like to see the baby."

"Uh, Its asleep," Greef says putting his hand out.

"We all will be quiet. Open the pram," but before he can a stormtrooper whispers something into the imps ear. He stands up, "Don't think me to be rude. I must take this call." He stands up and walks over to the bar. Din carefully takes off his and mine and his cuffs slowly. Greef carefully hands us our blasters.

We look over to see what the imp is going. There's a blast. The imp gets shot and I don't really see anymore before Din is pushing me to the ground to take cover.

Once the shooting stops, we get up quietly running taking cover behind the walls as we peak out the now shot in window.

Outside are six shadow troopers.

An imperial ship pulls up and even more, stormtroopers come out of it.

"Kuiil are you back to the ship yet?" I ask into the comlink.

"Not yet."

"Get back to the ship and bail. Get the kid out of here. We're pinned down."

Out of nowhere a tie fighter lands behind the troopers. The hatch on top opens and out walks Moff Gideon.

"You have something I want," he says. I lean back against the wall not being able to look at him the memories of those imperial ships too strong.

"Who's this guy?" Cara asks.

I know the answer but I can't say his name.

"You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not."

"Kuiil are you back to the ship yet? They're onto us," I say into the comlink but there's no answer.

"In a few moments, it will be mine."

"Kuiil come in. Do you copy!"

"It means more to me than you will ever know."

"Kuiil are you there!?"

Din takes the comlink out of my hands and keeps asking the same questions. But its no use. It's just us now.

#pedro pascal #pedro pacal x reader #pedro pascal x oc #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x oc #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x oc #paz vizla #baby yoda #mando #mando x reader #mando x oc #fan fic

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xmalereader · 4 years

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The Mandalorian X Son! Male Reader

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This is a Brave AU from Disney Pixar, I was watching this movie one night and just suddenly got an idea about it so why not create it?!

Summary: Reader is Din Djarins son; the Mandalore of his people but what happens when another clan decides to arrange a marriage for the son of the Mandalore but of course the reader doesn’t want to go through with that and does whatever he can to change is fathers mind.

Warnings: Fluff, humor, baby yoda, mythasor, jedis, mandalorians, great Mandalore.

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This wasn’t suppose to happen, his buir was only suppose to change his mind about this whole arranged marriage thing and not be turned into a mythasur that have been extinct for many years on Mandalore!

That cheating Jedi.

He wa going to kill him.

They were lucky they were inside their own house but yet surprised that his buir was able to fit through the halls with such a big body now that his form has changed, but that didn’t stop him from causing messes with that huge tail of his. Mythosuars were meant to be huge, big enough to kill off a group of mandalorians but lucky for him his father was only changed into a baby mythosaur that was slightly taller than him an a bit bigger.

But that didn’t matter to y/n, what matter to him was trying to get his own buir out of the building without being detected by any of the other mandalorians or else they wouldn’t hesitate to kill their own Mandalore.

Hearing things break and collapse, causes him to turn around and face his buir who was struggling to walk through the halls.

“Buir! You can’t just go down the hallway like that! Someone can see you!” He whispered out harshly as he follows him down the hall, ducking down between its large legs he crawls through and is able to stand in front of him now. “Buir—stop!” He shouts at him again as he holds up his hands in front of the mythosuar.

Din, the mythosaur huffs out some air through his nose. Glaring down at his own son in anger. “Okay, yes be upset as much as you want but you have to stop moving so much or else you’ll attract attention!” He exclaimed with crossed arms. The two giving each other a staring contest before hearing something drop on their left, slowly the two of them turn towards the sound to see a younger Mandalorian that was still in training for the creed, frozen in spot as he slowly backs away.

“Myth—“ he stutters out in fright.

Din could only stare at the other as he lifts a clawed arm up and gives him a friendly wave.

That sure did send the Mandalorian running away, shouting at the top of his lungs that a mythosaur was in the building.

“See what you did?” Y/n blurts out with a frown on his face.

Din growls at him.

Y/n rolls his eyes in return, hearing the sudden shouting from down the corridors he begins to panic. “Go! We have to leave now before they all come!” He shouts, shoving Buir down a hallway as he hismelf rushes ahead trying to find a quick an easy exit without being seen. Running down the stairs he sees a way out and laughs, “found a way, now let’s go—“ he turns around to see his buir gone.

“Buir?” He rasies a brow in confusion as he heads back up the stairs, heading towards the same direction that he came from but stops immediately when he hears a large crowd of mandalorians pass by. He hides behind a wall and groans, walking backwards he stumbles into a table and winced.

He noticed the disoriented mess, already knowing who it must’ve came from. He heads down a different hallway and into a room where he sees his big Ori'vod organizing a few statues that were considered special to the mandalorians and with buir instructing him with small gestures to place the statutes back to their usual place.

His Ori’vod notices him, his ears twitching upward in surprise as he points at the mythosaur with a shrug, wanting an explanation.

His buir huffs out in annoyance as he too points back to the small child that hasn’t aged at all.

Y/n groans as he approaches the two. “Look, a Jedi gave me a potion that could change buir and it’s not my fault!”

The child gives him a look, not being convinced but also not surprised that his own vod would do such a thing.

“Listen, Uncle Paz is probably searching the whole place with everyone else and I need your help to get buir out of here undetected!” Y/n begs with a pleading look, already knowing that everything came with a price.

The child crossed his small arms over his chest and with one arm he extends it out and gestures with his hand. ‘What will you offer in return?’ Y/n bites his lip as he thinks of an offer. “I’ll help you capture frogs for two weeks and make sure that buir doesn’t take them away!” He says but the child wasn’t convinced.

Y/n groans in frustration. “Fine, I’ll do it for a year and no more.” Finally with the child convinced he nods.

Y/n smiles in victory as he watches his Ori’vod climb onto his buir’s snout and with the help of Din he lowers his head down to allow the child to jump off and head towards the double doors. “Come on.” He follows his Ori’vod out the doors, looking down both hallways before the little womp rat makes his little escape and goes through one of his secret tunnels that only y/n knew about.

“It’s clear.” He whispers to the mythosaur who follows him closely, the two jpg down the hallways as they dodged crowds and mandalorians, having to take many different ways through the large building that was theirs. Once they reach the backdoor that was through the kitchens, y/n bolts towards the door and prys it open. “Okay lets go!”

Before he could drag his buir out, his Ori’vod appears coming down a Chimney with a grin on his little face, his ears perked up in excitement since he was proud of his own work of diversion.

Din can’t help but coo, placing his two large clawed hands over his heart.

“Buir—“

Y/n hissed out and approaches the two. “He’ll be fine we all know he can handle hismelf, right?” He turns towards his Ori’vod who nods in agreement and yawns cutely, reaching up to rub his large eyes with his three fingered hands. Y/n smiles to hismelf, walking over to plant a small kiss on his head before grabbing buirs arm and pulling him away. “C’mon...” he whispers out as he drags his buir out of the building and towards the large open field and into the forest.

The walk towards the jedis hut took awhile, giving Din the time to give his own son a lesson about trusting Jedis and how they were not to be trusted. But of course y/n didn’t understand anything since it was all full of growls and snarls, but he had a mental idea of how the conversation would go.

Pushing aside a tree branch he ignores his buir that followed behind him. It doesn’t take long for him to spot the hut and gasp in surprise, “There!” He runs towards the small housing, not hesitating to knock loudly. “Hey! Jedi master!” He shouts out.

The door to the hut is pulled open to reveal Jedi Luke Skywalker, he wore a small smile on his face once he spots y/n. “Ah, Back so soon y/n?”

“Yes! Would you please explain this to me?!” He points towards the large mythasaur that was standing behind him and glaring down at Luke, growling between his teeth as Luke sighs softly, Unaffaid of meeting the Mandalore.

“You said that the potion would change him—and when I meant him I meant his opinion towards my marriage not to—“ he throws his arms in the air. “—Change him into a mythosaur!!”

Luke stares at the boy in frustration, sighing to hismelf he looks up at the mythosaur. “His opinion will change but it’ll take time, I can’t change him back.”

“What do you mean you can’t change him back?”

“Until the potion wares off, but for now he’s stuck like this.” This earns the Jedi a loud Roar from his buir, his large arms flailing around as he exclaims into roars.

Y/n rubs his face in frustration and turns towards Luke. “Isn’t their a faster way to help him?” He begs Luke, wanting time change his buir back to normal.

Luke takes in y/n’s pleads and shakes his head. “I’m sorry my boy but you will have to wait until sunrise for it to ware off.” He explains. “Besides,” he nudges y/n’s shoulders. “It’ll give you time to convince him to not send you off.”

Y/ns eyes open in surprise, the idea of having his own father stuck as a mythosaur without being rudely interrupted each time he tried to convince him to not agree to this marriage. It didn’t sound like a bad idea, really.

He looks away from Luke and towards his buir, giving him a knowing look before sighing through his nose. “Okay,” he whispers out, feeling Luke looking down at him and his buir tilting his head to the side, confused by what he meant before hearing his next words.

“Until sunrise.”

#the mandalorain #din djarin x teen male reader #din djarin x male reader #din djarin #din djarin x son male reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal

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theeasternempress · 4 years

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Baby’s First Stuffed Animal

Chapter One of “All in One Day”

There are going to be four total “Baby’s First”s in this part, which is different from what I’ve done before.

Summary - A stop at a local market gives Din and his son something that money can’t buy.

AO3

Just like every morning since they left Nevarro after their final fight, Din woke up calmly without jolting awake like he used to. The time Din was spending with his son had left him the happiest and most relaxed he had been in decades. The baby was still sleeping in Din’s lap, snoring softly. Looking out the windows of the cockpit, Din saw that the snowstorm from yesterday had ended and a blanket of snow had fallen across the ground. It was only a few inches, so it wouldn’t cause any problems for their trek to the market. The early morning sun reflected against the ground, highlighting certain spots to make them appear as if they were glowing.

Din preferred going to markets early in the morning because there would be less people and he would draw less eyes. The child was still asleep, so Din tucked him into his bassinet and began the walk to the market with the bassinet floating at his side. The child would wake soon and would cry if he saw that his father was not near. Din also wanted to buy the child some new toys and clothes and wanted the child’s approval before he bought them.

The snow crunching under Din’s boots was the only sound of the early morning in the market town. The few people awake at this hour were either merchants or other people who wanted to shop without the presence of large crowds. Din wanted to stock up on supplies for at least another month, but he also wanted to buy some street food for the child and himself as a special treat. The child loved any kind of meat that Din provided for him, so he was sure that he would find something from a street vendor that the child would gobble up.

The first stall that Din came across sold portions of veg-meat and polystarch bread, of which Din bought many. They also sold dried fruit, which contained many of the same nutrients as regular fruit but didn’t go bad as fast, so Din traded credits for those as well.

Moving on, Din heard soft babbles from the bassinet on his right and looked over to see that the child was awake and staring at him. Din reached out to affectionately stroke one of his son’s ears and the child sighed sweetly in response.

The next few stalls had nothing that Din was interested in, but he could see that the child was absorbing everything he saw with curious eyes. Din eventually found a stall that sold clothes and found a set of pants and shirt that would fit the child. As Din reached into his pocket to pay, the vendor, who had just finished with another customer, asked, “Is that your child?” as she pointed to the bassinet at Din’s side. The child was peeking his head out and staring at the clothes in front of him with wide eyes.

Din responded with a quick, “Yes,” before dropping a few credits into the vendor’s open palm.

“If you are looking for supplies for a child, there’s an old woman named Eila a few stalls over that sell things for children.” The vendor said, pointing Din in the direction of said stall. Din nodded and began his way over to said stall. Even from a distance, the stand stood out to him because of the colorful toys on display. The child must have noticed as well because he began to coo excitedly.

A woman with grey hair, whom Din presumed to be Eila, noticed him making his way to her stall and smiled at him with a, “Welcome, Mandalorian. What can I help you with?”

Din nodded at her and said, “I’m looking for some toys for my son.” As Din finished his sentence, the child reached out of his bassinet and grabbed the table, using it as leverage to pull himself out. Din instantly reached out to grab him and pull him to his chest, but Eila only laughed.

“It seems he is excited for some new toys,” she said with amusement in her voice. The child was reaching above his head with grabby hands, clearly seeing something he wanted. Din looked to see what it was and saw that it was a stuffed animal in the shape of a mythosaur. Its face looked almost identical to the pendant that the child refused to part from, which was probably why he was drawn to it. There was only one problem; the stuffed mythosaur was at least three times the size of the baby. If he kept it in his bassinet, which he was bound to do, it would easily engulf him with its size.

Eila laughed again and said, “He likes the mythosaur. I admit that I’ve been trying to sell that for a while, and no better client than a Mandalorian’s child. Would you like to have it?”

“Yes, please. How much do I owe you?” Din asked, putting the baby back in his bassinet.

Eila shook her head as she pulled the mythosaur down and placed it in Din’s hands, “You can have it free of charge. I haven’t seen a child this cute be this excited over a toy in a long time.”

Surprised by her kindness, Din only managed to say, “Thank you.”

Seeing the toy he so desperately wanted in his father’s hands, the child reached out of his bassinet and grabbed at the toy while whimpering. Quick to stop any possible crying, Din placed the mythosaur into the child’s outstretched arms. He quickly disappeared behind the huge toy, but Din saw him wrap his arms around it and snuggle into it.

“May I ask you a question?” the vendor whispered, pulling Din from the moment he was having with his son. He nodded, knowing she was probably going to ask him a question about his culture.

“Do you remove your armor to hold him?” she asked unexpectedly. Din had never thought to do so as the child seemed perfectly content whenever Din held him.

“No, I do not,” Din replied.

Eila nodded and expressed, “Babies form better bonds when they can feel the warmth of their parent’s skin. I understand that you are a Mandalorian, but surely you are able to take a private moment to remove your armor to hold the little one. Skin-to-skin contact is necessary for proper development in children and while I know nothing of his species, I’m sure it would only help him.”

Din wasn’t sure what to say back. He wanted to be the best possible father to his son, so would that mean removing the armor that was meant to protect himself and his son? It would not be against the Creed to remove his armor to hold his son, so why did the idea of doing so scare Din so much?

“I’ll think about it,” was Din’s response. For most, such a phrase has a “no” hidden behind it, but Din is someone who chooses his words carefully to ensure the meaning behind them. The woman smiled and replied, “I understand. May I recommend some other things for you to take home with you for your little one?”

In the end, Din walked away with several illustrated children’s books, a music box, some art supplies and paper, and two more sets of clothes for the child. Din also purchased two meat kebabs from a vendor as breakfast for himself and the child. Happy with his purchases for the day, Din began to make his way back to the Razor Crest. The child was still happily snuggled into the belly of his new toy, grasping it tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

Once back on the Razor Crest, Din began to put his purchases away while the child ran around the ship, dragging the mythosaur behind him by its tail and giggling loudly. Din couldn’t help but smile at the happy image of his tiny baby dragging his huge toy behind him. Din’s thoughts brought him back to the words of Eila and he sighed deeply. As he watched his son run in a circle with the mythosaur at his heels, he was reminded of the fact that he would sacrifice everything for this child. He had already risked his career and life for his son, now he would sacrifice his armor.

Din began the process of removing his chest and shoulder plates while continuing to watch his child playing. After running in a circle for so long, the child became dizzy and tired, plopping onto the ground and breathing heavily. Din reached down to pick up his son, who was more than happy to be held. Pressing him to his chest, Din heard the child sigh at being able to feel the warmth of Din’s chest. He brought his little hands up to grasp at his shirt and rested another hand over Din’s heart.

The affection and love of the moment brought a flow of unstoppable words from Din’s mouth, “Listen, little one, I’ve never really had another person to spend my time with so I’m not really good with my words or actions. I … I want to be a good dad to you, but I’m not sure how to do that. No matter what, I promise you that I’m always going to take care of you, protect you, and keep you happy. You make me very happy and if you’re even half as happy in my company as I am in yours, then I think I’ve succeeded.”

As Din continued to feel his son against his chest for the first time, the words just continued to spill from his mouth. He told his son of his own parents and how they sacrificed themselves for him and that Din was prepared to do the same for his child. He told him how the foundlings were highly valued among Mandalorians and that family was extremely important to them. How to be a Mandalorian was to be prepared to lay your life down for your family at any time.

“You are my ad, my son, and I am your buir, your father. I will protect you always and I will love you always,” Din finished, leaning down to press his forehead to the top of his child’s head. The baby cooed and Din leaned back up to look at his son. The baby grabbed the fabric near his shoulders to pull himself up in order to wrap his arms around Din’s neck in a hug. Din sighed and embraced his son, grateful to the wise old woman who had helped him bond with his baby.

#The Mandalorian #Star Wars #Din Djarin #Baby Yoda #Fluff #Din loves his baby boy #Baby Yoda loves his dad #Baby's First series #my writing

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vercopaanir · 4 years

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Chapter 10 Sneak Peek

The Lovely Moons Series

So I’m not sure when this chapter will be out. Probably in the next few days. But I’m really excited for it, because it sets off a whole slew of things! Anyway, here’s a tidbit.

“There is not a word for it that I know of,” he says thoughtfully. “The Mando’a call the taste heturam. We prefer a burning, spicy flavor when it comes to food.” His patient tone makes your stomach feel light. Ever since his flying lessons, you have found a hunger for learning from him.

You watch as he feeds the child a small bite, and you tilt your head.

“Over everything? Salty or sweet, even?” you ask curiously, chewing carefully and considering the flavors. It is a myriad of different seasonings mixed together, and you want to ask where he acquired it. Did he eat it as a child? He must have, you think, watching the little one smack his small bites with joy.

His visor tilts up toward you, casting a bright red gleam from the fire. “N-No,” he says, his baritone pitched oddly low. “I like...sweet.”

You both stare at each other for a long moment, heat blooming in your cheeks and in your breast. Your food is forgotten about, noticing the light moving over his chest plate where his breath rises and falls faster than before. You want to say something, but there is something else being said in the quiet, and you aren’t sure how to stop it.

Or if you want to.

The child decides for you, tugging at the Mandalorian’s glove with a whimper. He does a double take down at the little one, letting out a deep sigh and picking up more food to help feed him.

The heat you feel takes a long while to dissipate, and you finish eating by the time you trust your voice again. You gather the cloth up carefully, cleaning your hands and deciding to wash them later. The bounty hunter cleans the child’s face carefully, against the little one’s huffing and turning his head away from the motions. Eventually he escapes the fussing to toddle across the short distance to you, grabbing upward with his hands. The Mandalorian sighs loudly, but fondly.

“So this...is it an animal?” you ask, lifting the baby up into your lap once more and touching the pendant hanging from his little neck. With a full stomach and a warm fire, you feel like you could curl up and go back to sleep, but your curiosity for the Mando’a is stronger with each bit of information shared. “What is it?”

The Mandalorian begins to clean the area, gathering the utensils he used to cook with. “A mythosaur,” he says, and you think he must like this topic because his voice is lighter now. When he finishes, he lowers himself on the log beside you, your knees touching. He uses one of the skewers and begins to draw in the dirt near the fire, suddenly gaining the child’s interest. “It was a great beast, long ago, and the Mandalorians tamed and rode them. Many signets bear the bones of its face.”

You scoot closer, trying to peer down at what he draws, but it’s simply too dark for you to make anything out. The baby coos suddenly, and you can’t help but smile wide. “What are you doing?”

He chuckles from behind his helmet, and you elbow him gently. “My guardian told me the stories, warriors with sabers and horns on their helms riding these creatures. It’s easier not to be afraid of the dark when you know the monsters won’t hurt you,” he says, carefully looking down at the child in your lap.

“Very wise,” you say softly, and you listen to the drag of the skewer through the soft dirt. Soothed by the crackling fire, the warmth in your belly, and the scent of trees and clean skin, you slowly lay your cheek against his pauldron.

The Mandalorian stills.

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mandadoration · 5 years

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hound - iv.

summary: While Mando is refuelling the Razor Crest and looking for information about your quarry, you decide to venture into the markets to quell your boredom. Caught up in admiring the trinkets, you end up coming back to the hangar much later than when Mando told you to be back by. He expresses some concerns to you.

word count: 1,646

pairing: mandalorian x mandalorian!reader

warnings: swearing

chapters: i | ii | iii | iv

“Time frame?” you ask him quietly. Talking has become… somewhat easier around Mando, but you try to keep your voice down so that only he can hear you.

“Mechanic said around three hours. Says my hyperdrive is, in her words, “bad as three week old banthu milk”,” he answers dryly. You snort and nod to say, Sounds about right. There have been instances where you have nearly dropped out of hyperspace mid-flight, which did make you anxious. You did not want to end up halfway in some random planet or planetoid.

You and Mando had stopped at some scavenging planet to refuel and tune up the wonky hyperdrive before honing in to the bounty. He collects some of his things as you stand up from your seat. It’s hot on this planet, and you feel like you’re cooking under all your armor. “I’m gonna have a look around, ask about our other bounties,” he says, slinging his rifle on. “You can come if you want, or just come back here in three hours. Up to you.” You consider it, but ultimately motion for him to go ahead without you. He nods and heads down the ramp to scout while you think about what you can do.

You did spot a market a mile away when you were flying down. Maybe you’d have a look around.

Mando knows that he looks crazy as he speedwalks through the town calling out your nickname. But the sun has already gone low in the sky, and you haven’t returned. In fact, it’s been nearly an hour since the time he told you to be back by. It’s unbecoming of you; you’re usually a stickler for keeping a tight schedule, and it worries him.

Two elderly ladies stop him and ask if he’s lost his pet when he calls you by your moniker, but Mando just shakes his head and keep darting through the streets looking for the glint of you beskar armor. His mind runs through all the possible situations you could be in.

A) You have been indisposed by another hunter because you had a bounty on you.

B) Someone had taken off your helmet, and you had fled the planet already.

C) Someone decided to exact revenge on you for something he didn’t know and were currently being held hostage.

Or D) You were standing at a stall quietly conversing with a vendor and paying her a few credits for some kind of bauble.

Mando clenches his jaw and marches up to you, grabbing your arm. “Where have you been?” he hisses. You awkwardly motion with the hand that was holding the little trinket to the market around you. He sighs, and he swears he feels a headache coming on. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The vendor, a little Zeltron elder, skin a washed out red, smiles knowingly.

“Is this your husband?” she asks delightedly, accent slipping through. She claps her hands together. “Yes! Very well! Tall, strong, no doubt.” She reaches across her booth to peer closer at Mando, searching for something before she nods approvingly. “Matching armor sets,” she continues gleefully. Mando is taken aback, but you just roll your eyes.

“Not my husband,” you say gruffly. You tuck away the rest of your credits. The expression on the vendor doesn’t fade, but instead, her smile widens even more.

“Ah, so your boyfriend! Do not worry, I have something just for you,” she said firmly. She ducks under the table and rummages around before pulling out an amulet and shoving it into your hands. “Take this!”

“I don’t have the credits,” you say gently, trying to put it back in her hands, but she wraps your fingers around it and draws back out of your reach.

“Free of charge,” she insists. She looks pleased when you finally nod and slip it into your bag.

“What’s it for?” Mando asks. You hope that means that he isn’t going to be mad at you, but you know he’s just making sure it was safe and not some sort of explosive or tracking device.

“Virility! To make sure you make strong, healthy babies!” You choke and glance at Mando, who, you’re sure, looks equally surprised under his helmet. She leans in close so that only you can hear. “And to strengthen your bond. Very old magic,” she adds, pointing the amulet. When you look at it, it appears to be two lovers in a winding embrace, wrapped around each other so tightly that you can’t distinguish who’s limb is who’s. It’s tarnished, but there are spots that appears to have been rubbed so that it’s shiny. Before you can say anything, Mando pulls you away and she winks knowingly at you and turns to address a bewildered customer who had been watching the whole ordeal.

On your trek back, Mando doesn’t say anything to you, and being the “talker” that you are, you don’t say anything either. Which made for a very awkward and tense walk. At the hangar, Mando tosses the mechanic their credits and stomps up the ramp.

“What’s his problem?” the mechanic asks. You just sigh and shrug before trailing after him, hoping that he’s cooled off.

But at the console, Mando isn’t any better. He practically punches the buttons and jerks the ship up, forcing you to take a seat lest you want to roll backwards out of the cockpit. When you’re stable in the air, you clear your throat and pointedly look at him. He ignores you in favor of putting in the coordinates for your bounty. You clear your throat again.

“If you wanna say something, use your words,” he spits out. You scowl. So he’s gonna play it like that, huh? He’s counting on you not wanting to talk, but if he’s acting like a child, you have to be mature--. “Oh wait, you can’t,” he says. Low blow. You’re fuming at his cold shoulder. Just because you had lost track of time doesn’t mean that he had to treat you so harshly. You were his equal- not a child. You get up and dig into your bag, and toss the item you purchased at him, a different amulet, priding in the metallic clank as it hits his helmet. Mando turns in his seat, snatches it up, and prepares to throw it back at you in retaliation until he realizes what it is. His breath catches in his throat as he holds it to the light.

It’s a mythosaur skull necklace. The mark of the Mandalores. Made of solid beskar. Why did the old woman have this?

“For you,” you snarl at him. “But it seems like I wasted my money.” You turn and leave the cockpit. He hear him follow after you, boots clanking as you descend into the lower hull, tossing your bag and weapons on your makeshift cot.

“Dog,” Mando says. You ignore him and go about fumbling with your equipment. You hadn’t actually expected him to follow you, so you have to make yourself busy. You turn to escape into the refresher, but you walk straight into his chestplate.

“Move,” you order, but he stays put. He calls your nickname again, and your clench your fists. “Move.”

“Udesii,” he says, and you think he is actually socially inept because that’s what Mandalores use to tell their literal hounds to calm down. You throw a punch at his helmet and knock him down, ignoring how your knuckles throb.

“Make no mistake: I’m not a fucking dog,” you say to him, voice low. “You can call me that all you want, but I am not here to be at your beck and call, and certainly not something that you can control.” He sits up. You raise a finger at him to continue your yelling, but instead he grabs your hand and pulls you down on top of him. You have half a mind to shoot him. “Hey--!”

He murmurs your name. Your real name, and you freeze. Sure, you’ve told him your name some nights ago in this very ship, but he hasn’t actually said it outloud. You draw back wait with bated breath for Mando to say something, staring into the visor of his helmet. You know he’s doing that same. He swallows.

“Thank you,” he says. You flick your eyes down at the mythosaur amulet sitting on top of his armor. “I was just… worried.” If you hadn’t been travelling with him for weeks now, it would’ve sounded forced, but you know he’s being sincere. “You’re usually on time. For everything.” You sigh. It’s true, but you just haven’t really had any time to yourself since working with Mando. While you don’t have much free time since you’re chasing down your next paycheck, you had become accustomed to being alone. Having someone worry about you was… new. Not unwelcome, though. You get up and Mando follows your movement, helmet trained on yours. You hold out a hand for him to grasp, and he hauls himself up. When he gets up, he jostles you, and something falls out of your pocket.

It’s the amulet of the two lovers that the old woman gave to you. Mando bends down to pick it up and turns it in his hands. He hums.

“This thing is old,” he notes. “Looks like it’s been passed down through many hands, judging by the looks of it.” He hands it back to you and tilts his head. “What did that lady say to you? Back at the market?”

“Just that it was valuable,” you lie. Mando accepts your answer and goes back up to the cockpit. You don’t know why you lied to him.

And to strengthen your bond, her voice whispers in your mind. Very old magic.

You tuck the amulet back into your pocket and go up the ladder to join him.

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padawanchesha · 5 years

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Mandalorian Chapter 1 Discussion

Putting this under a read more cus I know these are gonna get long, but basically, I’m going through and re-watching each episode to tide me over until Chapter 8.

I know this show is supposed to mirror stereotypical cowboy westerns, and I love westerns so I really appreciate how Mando is introduced

God this dude talking about the bounty’s glands is so uncomfortable and weird (are the glands a delicacy? like... for perfume???)

Mando didn’t even spill this guy’s drink, he’s just ready to fight

Mando: if I make a dramatic entrance I will surely draw attention away from my bounty

Honestly, from the beginning of this episode that Mando was going to be an extremely quiet protagonist and I’m glad he isn’t

He could’ve absolutely let that guy go and didn’t need to cut him in half but I suppose he’s not quite as forgiving before he meets Baby

PEDRO’S VOICE WHEN HE SAYS HIS FIRST LINE IS FUCKING HHGHGHGHG

“I can bring you in warm.... or I can bring you in cold..... but you’re going in the cold”

When I first watched this episode, Mando saying “no droids” came across more like “I don’t trust droids driving” like he was cool with them but he just thought having a bounty with a droid might be a problem

I also had no idea why the bounty was complaining about Mando’s Razorcrest because I didn’t realize he’s essentially driving a beat-up old pickup truck that’s falling apart

Like the bounty brings up it being pre empire and all, but it still never occurred to me that Mando might not be the best with keeping his ship updated. He wants it running smooth and correctly but in the end its an old ship with old parts and he most likely isn’t the most skilled mechanic

Mando is just so unnerving when he sits there silently while someone tries to talk to him

It dawned on me that Mando’s ship is the way it is (no sleeping quarters, open backtube, tight spaces, different weapons/storage compartments) because it was most likely some kind of war/transport ship that wasn’t meant to be lived in

Ah yes, the first time Mando horror movie stalks his opponent

God, I always loved the practical effects Star Wars did with their characters, even the background ones. All the makeup and costumes for even the background characters are chefs kiss

Mando has no guild friends!

Lmao even Greef knows Mando is fucking dramatic

Does Mando just... constantly take jobs even if he’s not fully aware of how much the bounty is? He goes one after the other with no breaks. I suppose maybe it’s to keep busy because he has no one to go and hang out with, no real home to relax in either

I want to bite the calamari flan

did that jawa have a LEG

Weird observation but I noticed they shoot from that alley perspective several times, whether it’s to emphasize the fact he’s in a slum area or if it’s to foreshadow the fact that Mando will use that passage

I love that this show is making a point to tell the viewers either verbally or visually that by this time the Empire and the Stormtroopers are all but myths/black market people. In the movies, they’re always a strong power but we’re also always seeing it from the jedi/rebellion perspective, here it’s from the perspective of people who were never in the front lines of the war and were never taught what the force was or how it worked

i love Mando’s little orange fingers

Foreshadowing their fucking ass-kicking

So how do these pucks and tracking fobs work? by dna??

I wonder how much beskar the Empire still has. Obviously the Mandalorians are struggling to find it, and much of it is in Imperialist hands so it makes me wonder if other tribes have been more fortunate, or if all the tribes are still fighting to get back whats technically theirs

BABY MANDOS

So is that ram thing a Mandalorian symbol, or specifically the Armorer's signet??

Just how close are the Mandalorians to each other? they’re a tribe but they’re forced to live underground, hidden, and only go up one at a time. They care for each other and the foundlings, but how far does this care extend?

I LOVE THE MUSIC THAT PLAYS AND THE ARMORERS WHOLE LOOK

I hope we learn more about what a signet means

While I want to delve deeper into just what happened to Mando, I’m happy with how they did the flashback montages. It doesn’t feel out of place, it doesn’t slow anything down, and it shows us just enough to understand some of who Mando is and how he came to be where he is

The bluurg’s are such good wrinkly girls

ASDAJHJ I never noticed before but when Mando starts punching the bluurg he makes a weird-ass noise

this also marks the first time Mando gets his ass kicked

When Mando says “thank you” instead of “I had it handled” that's when I started to feel like mando might not end up like all the other alpha male types that are out there

Mando’s sass!

I love how he sits back after Kuiil says “I have spoken” hes surprised and maybe a little confused but he doesn’t try to argue

and then hes thrown on his ass

WHAT IS A MYTHOSAUR AND WHEN CAN MANDO RIDE ONE

why didn't mando try the calm, gentle approach first? It makes me wonder if mando was so focused on his bounty he never really thought through his strategy. Like, obviously its a blow to his pride to be called out for not being able to ride a bluurg but also Kuiil manages to get Mando to step back and try a different approach rather than trying to brute force it

THIS MUSIC FUCKING SLAPS

Kuiil’s speech to Mando makes me sad knowing what I know

the bare wrist folks!!!

Mando: *gets flung into barrels after getting shot* hOW DARE YOOOU

what does a bounty hunter droid do with the credits

the beat of silence before IG tries to get mando to answer kills me

my last two brain cells after I’ve had a long day

really though, I’m glad that the writers chose to make Mando work with someone to get to the baby because we get to see what mando is like when he’s working with someone, he talks more and he’s not super stoic, he’s a bit sarcastic

despite Mando’s feelings toward droids, he still takes the time to ask IG if he’s ok, and i think it’s really telling of who Mando is, or can be, as a person

MY LITTLE SON, MY SWEET BABY, LITTLE GREEN BEANA SDGYAGDSA

I said it once and I’ll say it again: Pedro Pascal does a wonderful job at conveying emotion through body language!

Even before Mando stops IG, we can see him tilting his head at the baby, observing it and taking it in. He’s most likely having multiple trains of thought at once “Should I kill it?” “it's so cute” “its 50?” “what do I do?” etc. And then he makes the decision: he's a man of honor and this is a child. He shoots the droid who he literally just fought next to and asked if it was alright, all while watching the child. His eyes never once leave it, and then his head tilts and he reaches out, wiggling a finger to the baby. He has no idea what he’s going to do, but he knows that this child deserves more than death, and maybe it’s because he gets a bigger reward for it alive, or maybe because he was once a foundling! Either way, Mando is captivated by the child and honorable.

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Baby’s First Snow

Part Four of the “Baby’s First” Series

Summary - Another new planet brings another new experience to Din’s son; snow.

After about a week of stay, Din prepared for take off from Lah’mu to head to another planet, Julca, to stock up on resources. Julca was a fairly peaceful planet but had a booming market all year long, so it would be perfect to get supplies. If Din remembered correctly, it would be winter in Julca and would likely be snowing.

The hyperspace jump from Lah’mu to Julca didn’t take long, but the child still slept through it all. As Din flew further into Julca’s atmosphere, he could see that the skies were covered in light blue-grey clouds and that it was lightly snowing. Snow would complicate the landing a bit, but Din was enough of an experienced pilot to be able to handle it. Once Din managed to land the ship without sliding or causing any accidental damage to the ship, he relaxed.

While the baby was still asleep, Din took off his helmet to have a quick meal. Despite his Creed stating he would be able to show his face to his child, Din had yet to do so. Din knew that he would someday, but the moment never felt right. He was also worried that the child wouldn’t recognize him without the helmet and Din was afraid of seeming like a stranger to his son.

Din sighed heavily, slipping his helmet back on. Fatherhood was more difficult than he thought it would be, especially as a Mandalorian, but he wouldn’t trade anything in the galaxy for his little green boy.

The baby was still asleep, but Din’s thoughts of fatherhood overwhelmed him and he felt the urge to hold his son. He did so slowly, lifting him gently and settling him into the crook of his neck. Sitting back in his pilot’s chair, Din looked out to admire the snowfall. It had been so long since Din got to feel at peace like he was now and he never wanted this time to end. When he had first found this child, his life had been complete chaos. Now, that had all finally drifted away and turned into a life that a child actually deserved.

Almost as if he knew Din was thinking of him, the baby in his arms began to stir. As he woke up, the child realized that his father was holding him and snuggled deeper into his arms.

Din rocked the baby with a tender, “Good morning, little one. Did you have a good nap?” Din felt the child yawn into his neck and eased him into his lap so they could look at each other.

“While you were sleeping,” Din began, “I flew us to a new planet. We should be able to get more supplies, and I’ll even buy you a few things if you behave. That sound alright to you?”

As usual, the child only cooed and stuffed the Mythosaur pendant in his mouth to suck on.

As Din stood with his son in his arms, he heard a sound he had never heard before leave the child’s mouth. It sounded almost like a gasp and Din was instantly concerned. Looking to his son, Din noticed that he was looking out the windows with eyes full of wonder, clearly enamored with the snow. He started to giggle and reached his hands forward, obviously wanting to go outside.

Din wanted to let the child play in the snow, but he was worried that he would get too cold. He didn’t know if his species was able to handle the cold better than others, but Din didn’t want to risk anything. Taking one more look at the child, the sweet smile on his face as he watched the snow was enough to convince Din to let him play outside under his supervision. He detached his cloak from his shoulders and wrapped it around the child enough that it would keep him warm but still gave him the freedom to walk around.

“How about we go look at the snow instead?” Din asked, flipping the switch that lowered the ramp to let them leave. A gust of wind blew in as the ramp went down and Din was quick to tuck the child into his chest to prevent him from getting blasted with the cold.

Din kept the child tucked into his chest as he walked down the ramp. Once outside, he could see that the snow had built up an inch or two on the ground. The baby clutched to his chest made eager little noises as he saw the snow in person. Din knelt down and brushed some of the snow away to reveal the ground underneath before softly placing his son down. The child’s ears perked as he looked up at the sky, watching the snow slowly fall to the ground. When a few snowflakes landed on the baby’s cheeks, he giggled and kicked his feet in the snow.

Seeing how the child was entertained with the snow, Din turned his attention to the Razor Crest to look for any damage he might have missed during the landing. He moved to the landing gear to ensure that it was still stable and that the cold hadn’t affected it too much. Just as Din was making his rounds, something cold and wet hit his cloth-covered neck. Din whipped around to see his son with his hands in the air and giggling. Putting two and two together, Din figured that the child had used his powers to throw a snowball at him.

Chuckling to himself, Din kneeled down and said, “Do you need someone to play with?” The child’s only reply was kicking his feet in the snow. In order to let them play better, Din loosened his cloak around the child’s body so he would be able to use his arms.

Din grabbed some snow and began to form a small snowball, not wanting to freeze his son but still wanting to play with him. As softly as he could, Din tossed the snowball so it landed in the child’s lap. The child gasped, giggled, and squirmed at the cold sensation of the snow.

The child wrinkled his brow in thought and the snow at his side began to form a ball. Raising his arm, the snowball rose with it and then Din had a snowball thrown at his face. To please the child, Din pretended that there was a ton of force behind the snowball and fell to the ground. Instead of laughing like Din thought he would, the child crawled over to his father and smacked his little hands against his helmet to see if he was okay. Din reached up to hold his son’s hands and murmured a soft, “I’m alright, little one.” The child babbled and rested his head against his father’s torso for a moment.

After that, the snowball fight continued for another ten minutes, even though it was really more like father and son gently tossing handfuls of snow at each other. Eventually, the snow began to get heavier and the wind blew harder, so Din decided that it was time to go back into the ship to get warm.

“We had fun in the snow, but it’s time to get warmed up now,” Din said softly, lifting his son into his arms and making his way into the ship. The child was wet and shivering slightly, but the sweet smile on his face showed that he was happy. Din unwrapped his wet cloak from around the child’s body and put it to the side to let it dry.

Din climbed up to the cockpit and whispered to his son, “I want you to lie down for a nap soon, but I’ll let you watch the snow a little bit longer.” Sitting in his pilot’s chair, Din moved his son from his chest down to his lap so he could watch the snow. While he knew that the child was enamored with the snow, Din hoped that the snow storm would help lull the baby to sleep.

Keeping a hand on the front of his son to keep him balanced, Din sunk deeper into his chair and began to relax. Din seemed to pass his relaxation onto his son because Din felt his breathing begin to even out and morph into soft snoring. Content with his sleeping son, Din let himself drift off as the snow continued to fall from the sky.

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