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dindjarindiaries · 3 days ago

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Crash and Burn

summary: Things don’t go as expected when Captain Teva sets you up on a solo mission with his newly recruited Mandalorian mercenary, for better or for worse.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x reader

contains: canon-typical violence, injuries & blood, angst, hurt/comfort

rating: T

word count: 9.279k

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You blinked a few times in shock at Captain Teva. You were still struggling to find your voice, no matter how loud the words you wanted to say were inside your own head. Questions and frustrations threatened to surface, but instead, all you could do was echo what he’d just said. “You want me to work with a Mandalorian on this?”

Captain Teva took a nervous glance around and held his hand up, a warning to stay quiet. He set his hand on your shoulder and urged the two of you to a more private corner of the outpost’s cantina. “I’m asking you because I trust you the most out of anyone here.” You set your shoulders with a deep breath and crossed your arms. Captain Teva nodded before he went on. “This isn’t just any Mandalorian. He’s the one who killed Moff Gideon.”

You raised your brow. “You mean, the one who was complicit in the death of Lieutenant Davan and sprung a prisoner from that same ship?”

Captain Teva exhaled a tight sigh. “You saw that footage. You know he was the only one who tried to save the lieutenant.” He gave you a knowing look. “Last I checked, your record isn’t crystal clear, either.”

Your gaze fell at that. His words were stern, but not harsh. It was the slap of reality you needed. Each mission you got recruited with was a gift, not an expectation, no matter how damn good you were at flying. “Fair enough.” You loosened your jaw and lifted your brow. “But why so secretive?”

Captain Teva shifted his weight. “Coruscant doesn’t know about the Mandalorian helping us.” He set both his hands on your shoulders. “And they won’t know.”

“Because you’ve recruited a mercenary into our ranks, and you’re asking me to work directly with him?”

Captain Teva’s lips started to curl up in a teasing smile. “It shouldn’t be a problem unless you’ve got a bounty on you.” He patted your shoulder and started to walk off towards the bar. “I’ll brief you when Mando gets here.”

You followed him and set your hands on your hips, the upper half of your orange jumpsuit still hanging at your waist. “How long is that gonna take?”

The door slid open as if on cue, revealing the silhouette of the Mandalorian with one of the smallest creatures you’d ever seen at his side. Captain Teva gestured to them with his head and accepted the drink he was handed by the bartender. “Not long.”

He sipped his drink while you held back yet another sigh. You rested your elbow upon the bar and kept your other hand propped up on your hip, your expression hardened as the Mandalorian joined the two of you where you stood. His small accomplice took the liberty of hopping onto the bar all on his own and made himself comfortable in front of a bowl of tip-yip.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon.” The black void of the Mandalorian’s T-shaped visor was facing Captain Teva, and his position at the bar mirrored your own.

“It’s important.” Captain Teva nodded as he drew a sip from his drink. “I need my strongest people on it.” He turned and gestured to you. “That’s why I’m sending you with my best pilot.”

You raised your brow at him, unimpressed. Flattery wasn’t going to make you any more optimistic about this mission. Your gaze shifted to the Mandalorian’s visor as you continued to remain silent. He tilted his helmet at you, and you had to ignore the way it made you want to shift your position.

“This is the part where you introduce yourself, Lieutenant.” Captain Teva let his voice go low in warning.

You stood up straight from the bar and fell in line without much effort applied. You introduced yourself to the Mandalorian, who then reached out his gloved hand for a handshake and returned the favor. “Din Djarin.”

You shook his hand and pasted on a fake smile. “A pleasure, Djarin. Truly.”

Captain Teva watched you with careful eyes as you returned your hand to your side. “As I said before, the lieutenant is one of my very finest,” he paused and raised his glass to you, “and will have no problem assisting you in any way you need on this mission.”

Your jaw dropped at his words. To be placed under the Mandalorian’s command on this mission felt like a stab in the back. “Captain…”

“I know you’re eager to get going, but this briefing won’t take long.” Captain Teva gave you a sharp look. You crossed your arms in a vain effort to suppress your growing frustration. “There’ve been sightings of a squadron of TIE fighters near Agreon.” Captain Teva pulled up a map of the surrounding area on his holoprojector. “We’ve gotten some intel that the planet may be housing one of our most sought-out warlords yet.”

Din shifted his weight to one hip, setting a gloved hand on his belt near one of his two blaster pistols. “What’s the name?”

Captain Teva glanced around the room and reached into a pocket on his belt, handing off the datacard to Din. “Everything you need to know is in here.” Din nodded and secured the datacard on his person. “If we get this warlord, we could finally get Agreon, a planetary asset we haven’t had since before the Clone Wars.”

“If their people will let us.” You scoffed, earning both Captain’s and Din’s attention. “They haven’t exactly been keen on the idea of the Republic.”

“The Empire didn’t give them a choice.” Captain Teva’s brow rose. “It’s likely the Imperial influence changed things for them.”

“Regardless, we’ll make the job quick.” Din stood up straighter and reached for his tiny accomplice. “Wouldn’t want them to cycle the charts if they find out you’re getting suspicious.”

“Good call.” Captain Teva nodded before accepting the hand that Din had reached out to him to shake. “Thank you.”

Din returned the nod. “We’ll be in touch.” The Mandalorian, satisfied with Captain’s short briefing, turned and walked off without once looking to see if you followed.

You scoffed and faced Captain Teva, who spoke before you had the chance to. “Take it easy on him, Lieutenant.” Captain Teva’s words were a plea. “You have no idea how important of an ally he is.”

You offered him a tight-lipped smile. “Sure.”

With that, you followed Din’s path, entering the daylight of Adelphi with a heavy sigh. The Mandalorian’s ship was already close to your own and, despite your feelings about the bounty hunter, you were impressed with his vessel. It was an N-1 starfighter from Naboo’s Royal Fleet, dating back to the years before the Clone Wars. Its silver finish was sleek, and several customizations made themselves known on its exterior hull.

“So,” you began loud enough for Din to hear, approaching him as he set his tiny accomplice within his ship, “what’s the plan?”

Din didn’t turn around to face you as he responded. “We destroy the fleet, take the warlord, and get the hell out of there.”

You huffed and crossed your arms. “And how do you plan on doing that?” Din turned to face you as you shook your head at him. “As soon as they see my X-wing, they’re gonna know what’s going on.”

Din tilted his helmet at you. “That’s why you’ll pretend you’re pursuing me before I lead you into the firefight.” His visor returned to the little one as he spoke with slight amusement. “It wouldn’t be my first time getting chased down by an X-wing.”

“Were you planning on sharing that with me, partner, or was I supposed to read your mind?”

Din remained unshaken, his visor finding your gaze again. “Captain Teva said you’re the finest he has.” He nodded at you. “I figured you’d catch on.”

You forced yourself to take a deep breath and directed your attention elsewhere for a moment. The little one in the Mandalorian’s ship served as the perfect distraction. “What is that?” You pointed at the cockpit.

Din looked between you and the cooing little one. “This is my apprentice.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “That thing is a Mandalorian?”

The hand at Din’s side pulled into a tight fist. “He’s also my son.” His voice was a warning. “And his name is Grogu.”

You raised both hands in surrender. “Apologies.”

Din began to climb his way into his ship. “I’ll transmit the information to you.” He lowered himself into the cockpit, Grogu soon appearing on his lap. “Try to keep up.”

The revving of his ship made you jump back as Din started it up. You cursed under your breath and jogged to where your X-wing was docked, already crafting your list of complaints about the Mandalorian for Captain Teva to listen to upon your return. The list was almost too long to remember by the time you secured your jumpsuit over your shoulders and climbed inside the cockpit.

Din didn’t wait a single moment, and his N-1 was in the air before you had even slid your helmet on. You grumbled to yourself as you fumbled with your helmet and strapped yourself in, starting up the X-wing and taking off as soon as it was ready. You applied extra power to the reverse thrusters just to catch up to the N-1 before it left the atmosphere.

“Lieutenant?” Din’s voice spoke through your comms.

You almost failed to hold back your sigh. “At your service.”

Din’s amused huff was audible through the comms. “Good to know.” You raised your brow before he went on. “Transmitting you the coordinates.”

You waited and saw the coordinates uploaded to your navicomputer. “All set over here.”

“Great. Making the jump now.”

You followed suit, watching as Din’s N-1 flew into the stars just as you did. Your X-wing was just behind his ship in the hyperspace lane, the blue flashes of light illuminating the space in a way that had always brought you peace.

Still, even hyperspace couldn’t soothe you. Din had sent the encrypted plans over to you, and in reading them, you realized just how big of a score it would be if you pulled this off. You couldn’t mess it up, and yet Captain Teva had given you a stranger to work with, and no other pilots. It was like he was setting you up to fail.

You took a deep breath and spoke to Din over the comms. “How do you want this to go?”

Din’s response was instantaneous. “You tell me.”

You scoffed. “You’re the one who made the plan, Djarin.”

“All I have to do is run. You’re the one who’s in control of the rest.”

You shook your head in disbelief of his words. The lack of detailed planning would have gotten him kicked out of the fleet, if he was actually a part of it. It was reckless. “So, you make the plan, and then you make me responsible for its success?”

“Don’t worry, Lieutenant. I’ll take full responsibility if something goes sideways.” The honesty in Din’s tone made you even more frustrated. “But it won’t, because you’re Captain Teva’s best.” You rolled your eyes to yourself and crossed your arms. “So, what’s your play?”

You fought the urge to be somewhat rational and spoke on your first thoughts. “I don’t think I should hold back. If I were really pursuing a criminal, I would be close on their tail with the weapons ready.”

“I agree.” Din’s words shocked you more than you thought possible. “Once we enter the atmosphere, you should start firing.”

“You want me to miss on purpose?”

“No.” Your eyes doubled in size. “You said it yourself. You shouldn’t hold back. Fire at me like you would a runner.”

You hated the wave of concern that rushed through you. “How would that work? I’d just shoot you down.”

Din’s tone was confident but not arrogant as he responded. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” Before you could respond with the contrary, he continued. “Look alive, we’re dropping out of hyperspace momentarily.”

You had forgotten how close Agreon was to the outpost. You readied yourself on the joystick for the drop, steadying yourself with a breath before you dared to speak. “Good luck, Djarin.”

You could’ve sworn there was a smile in Din’s voice when he responded. “Likewise, Lieutenant.”

As soon as your two ships dropped out of hyperspace, your chase began. You stayed close on Din’s tail as he wove his N-1 around invisible obstacles, much like criminals on the run would. He would know, after all. You tried to shake the nagging thought from your head as you took a quick glance around, though there weren’t any TIEs that you could spot just yet. “See anything?” you asked Din over the comms.

“Not yet.” Your ships started to enter Agreon’s atmosphere. “I’m gonna fly towards the main city to get a better view.”

Din dove his N-1 down to the surface and you gritted your teeth as you began to fire. He spun and wove through the clouds as if your accurate shots were nonexistent, something that somehow both relieved and frustrated you. Din kept the chase far enough above ground that it wouldn’t alert the unsuspecting citizens within the main city, but could catch the attention of any nearby Imperials.

“Nothing here.” Din’s voice was unfazed, as if you weren’t mere inches from shooting him down every second. “Let’s head to the bay.”

You couldn’t hold back your scoff. “The bay? Why would they be there?”

“It has the same appeal as the city with a lot less security.” Din paused as he dodged a series of shots from your X-wing. “Sounds like the perfect place for an Imperial warlord to be hiding.”

You wanted to disagree with Din, but he was right. Instead, you let out your frustration into your attacks, though the way he dodged them with ease only made the feeling worse.

The high speed of your chase got you to the bay in just a few minutes. The waterside city came into view and immediately, Din was alerting you over the comms. “There, off your port side.”

You glanced to the left and widened your eyes at the array of TIE fighters docked just outside the city. There was also a Lambda shuttle among them, completing what could be considered a small fleet. “This is a lot more than a ‘squadron’ of TIE fighters.”

“Then we should move in while they’re still docked.” Din veered his N-1 to the left, heading straight towards the Imperial docking bay. “Keep aiming at me and follow my lead.”

You gripped your joystick tighter and obeyed his orders. As you aimed for Din, he spun and dodged in strategic ways to make your shots instead hit the docked TIE fighters. One by one, they began to burst into hot flames and thick smoke. “This is really giving us away!”

“It was inevitable.” Din pulled up hard enough to make your series of shots hit three TIEs back-to-back. “We need to cut off their air support first to keep them here, then we can go in on foot.”

The Lambda shuttle was destroyed and only a few more TIEs remained, but they went airborne before you could loop back around to them. The three TIE fighters fell into formation behind you, firing with your X-wing as their sole target. “I’ve got the last three on me!”

“I see them. Split left, I’ll go right.”

The danger was too imminent for you to argue. You pulled your joystick to the left and watched as all three TIE fighters followed you rather than Din’s N-1. Part of you wondered if Din was hoping you’d get shot down so he could take the credit for himself. The thought was fleeting as you soon watched Din maneuver his starfighter behind the trio and shoot down two of them in seconds. The third split off, cycling themselves back around to get a better angle on Din.

“The last one’s all yours.”

You couldn’t help smiling as you turned your ship to gain on the TIE fighter. “I’ve got them.” All it took was one shot to take them down, the TIE screeching as it crashed to the surface. You let out a cheer to yourself; it was the quickest you had ever taken out a fleet of that size, and with less than half the help you had before. You exhaled and shook your head in amazement. “That was some real good work, Djarin.”

“Not too bad yourself, Lieutenant. Your shots were hard to miss.” You beamed to yourself at his words. “But we’re not done yet. We need to land outside—.”

Din’s comms had cut out when the rest of your ship’s power did. One blast from what could have only been an ion cannon on the surface made your X-wing dead in the air. Agreon’s gravity took over the ship as you frantically pressed around the controls. “Djarin?” You tried the comms in a futile effort. “Djarin, can you hear me? I’m dead in the air!”

As the surface came closer and closer to the dead weight of your ship, you gritted your teeth. You tried pulling up, but it was no use. Your last effort was attempting to eject from the cockpit, but it wouldn’t give way in time, and the impact was the last thing you remembered before everything went dark.

You weren’t sure how long you were out, but when you woke, it was with a gasp and a burst of energy. Din had torn open the transparisteel of the cockpit and was knelt just outside of it. His gloved hand tossed the casing of an adrenaline stim to the side as he instead took a hold of your shoulders.

“It’s okay, Lieutenant. You’re all right.” Din’s tone was sincere and urgent. “I’m sorry, I had to wake you up to help you out of here.”

You nodded at him, still numb to the event as well as any pain it might’ve brought you. The motion at least made you aware that he had taken your helmet off for you. “Don’t worry about it.” Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you let Din guide you.

“Can you move at all?”

You had tried to push yourself up, but cried out involuntarily when your leg remained trapped. Din stopped you by taking a firmer grasp on your shoulders. “It’s my leg.”

Din’s visor inspected the area and he nodded. “Okay. I have an idea, but we have to work quickly.” He glanced over his shoulder as he drew his cape from his shoulders. “Imps could be on their way any minute.”

Din took the cape and laid it over as much of your trapped leg as he could manage, though his touch was delicate to avoid hurting you further. You raised your brow at him. “What are you doing?”

Din tilted his helmet. “Burning the metal.” He raised his fist and engaged his flamethrower, causing the metal that trapped your leg to groan as it became more flexible. His cape was flame resistant and kept you from getting burned, as intimidating as it was to see the flames so close to you.

After a few more seconds, Din stopped and gave the heated metal a solid kick. It created a small dent in the metal, but it wasn’t enough to free you. Din cursed and knelt back down to where he was before.

Before Din could even try to burn the metal again, it suddenly began to crush itself back, as if some invisible force was pressing upon it. You looked at Din with a bewildered crease in your brow, but his visor was already fixed on the little one at his side. The apprentice, Grogu, had his eyes closed and his tiny hand extended towards your ship. You watched him with your jaw dropped in awe as he worked until you had more than enough room to move your leg.

You pushed yourself up again and released a tight-lipped groan at the pain in your leg. Din paused for consent to throw your arm over his shoulders and your nod granted him permission. He took a strong grip on you and lifted you onto the ground outside the ship, keeping you propped up alongside him as his visor assessed you for more wounds. “Can you walk?”

“I can manage.” You gave him a reassuring nod, though a quick glance down at your leg revealed just how badly cut-up it was. Your mind was too stuck on something else to care. “What the hell was that?” You gestured with your head to Grogu, who had climbed back into a metal floating pod at Din’s other side.

Din sighed and glanced at his apprentice. “It’s a long story.” His visor found your gaze again as he nodded. “I’ll tell you once we’re safe.” Din raised his free hand to his helmet and spoke through his comms. “R5, can you transmit the coordinates to the N-1?” He paused and looked at his gauntlet as he waited. It chimed and Din lifted his hand back to his helmet again. “Thanks, buddy. We’re on our way.”

For the first few steps, Din kept his visor on you, watching you struggle to put weight on your injured leg. The more you went on, the more you forced yourself to become numb to the pain, and soon you and Din were moving at a much better pace. You weren’t far from the nearby surrounding wood, and thankfully you reached its cover before any Imperials had the chance of finding you.

Din lifted his gauntlet to double-check the coordinates. “We’re almost there.”

You nodded, weary from the effort it had taken you in your injured state to maintain his quick pace. There were at least a dozen questions you wanted to ask him about what would come next, but all you could conceive of doing was putting one foot in front of the other. With each step, the adrenaline faded more and more, causing you to lean further onto Din. He took your extra weight with both ease and grace.

By the time you saw the sleek silver design of the N-1, Din was practically dragging you along with him. Grogu released a worried coo from inside his pod, and the heat of Din’s gaze through his helmet followed. You muscled up all the strength you had left to stand up straighter and nod at him.

“I’m fine.” You swallowed back another pained groan as you lifted your arm from Din’s shoulders and leaned against the wing of his N-1. Balancing on your good leg, you set your hands over the edge of the cool metal and furrowed your brow at the Mandalorian. “What now?”

Din’s visor didn’t look away from you as he swung his helmet towards the N-1’s cockpit. “It’ll be a tight fit, but we can manage.”

You blinked at him, your mouth falling open. “Your plan is to leave?”

Din didn’t move an inch. “Your X-wing’s out of commission, Lieutenant, and your injury needs serious medical attention.” Only then did he set his gloved hands on his hips. “What else are we supposed to do?”

You tightened your grasp on the N-1’s wing and looked to the side as you pondered his words. You gave your head an aimless shake. “Agreon is too high-value to walk away from, especially now that we’ve already moved in and cut off their means of escape.”

Din sighed. “I know that. But I can’t do it alone, and you’re in no shape to help me right now.”

Your focus snapped back to him, your brow shooting up. “I told you, Djarin, I’m fine.” You forced yourself to take a deep breath. “If we can just… lay low for a few standard hours, maybe even for the night, I can heal enough to join you on foot.”

Din tilted his helmet at you. “That gives them too much time to call in reinforcements.”

“Reinforcements?” You scoffed. “Please. This isn’t the all-powerful Empire we’re talking about, Djarin. This is the Remnant. Resources are scarce, and they’re not gonna send more ships and forces over here after what looks like an unfortunate accident.” You nodded at him. “We have at least a full day’s margin to get this done.”

Din exhaled, shifting his weight before turning his head over his shoulder. His visor found the path you had just taken to get back to the ship, and after another moment’s contemplation, he nodded and faced you again. “Fine.” He gestured to where he’d just been looking. “But we’re not staying here. It’ll be easier to hide inside the main city. I’ll fly us to the hangar, and we’ll find an inn there.”

You nodded, your gaze dropping to your bloodied leg as you bit your cheek. “How are we getting there?”

“Like I said before, it’ll be a tight fit, but we can manage.”

You glanced up just in time to catch Din’s gloved hand tapping the canopy that covered the N-1’s cockpit. Your eyes widened when you realized just how small it was. “There’s no way we can all fit in there.”

Din’s hand on the canopy tightened into a fist. “Do we have a choice?”

Your jaw tightened. You wanted to argue, but you had no points to make. He was right.

You winced as you pushed yourself off the wing and limped closer to the cockpit, letting yourself observe the singular seat. There would be only one way for you all to fit, and the thought of it threatened to make your entire face and neck burn the hottest they ever have. “I guess you have to get in first.”

Din nodded, sliding open the canopy and settling himself inside. “It’s not a long trip.” You were distracted for a moment by Grogu directing his pod underneath the starfighter, which somehow led to him popping up with his father inside the cockpit. “It’ll only be a few minutes of discomfort.”

“That’s long enough.” You gritted your teeth and pushed yourself up, a whimper escaping as your injured leg protested at the movement.

“Use your strong leg first.” Din offered a hand for you to steady yourself with. “I’ll support you.”

You nodded, focusing on the logistics rather than the consequences as you sat upon the edge of the raised cockpit and lowered your good leg. Din helped to guide it towards whatever room was left on the floor just below the seat. He waited until you were steady to help you lower yourself to the same seat he was in himself��though you were definitely sitting more on him than you were the actual seat.

Great. As if crashing your X-wing and injuring your leg wasn’t already bad enough.

“Comfortable?” Din’s voice was an annoyingly attractive mixture of amusement and genuine concern. Grogu, who was tucked under one of Din’s arms, also cooed as if he was asking the very same question.

“If that’s what you wanna call it, then sure.”

You kept your focus on the closing canopy above your head rather than the armored chest your back was currently pressed up against. It rose and fell in steady breaths, taking you with each movement. You resorted to humor to deflect the embarrassment that burned hot on the tips of your ears.

“You know, Djarin, if you wanted me to sit on your lap, you could’ve just asked.”

Din huffed. He waited until he had the N-1 in the air to respond. “As if you would’ve ever said yes.”

Your eyes doubled in size, and you were suddenly even more grateful that he could only see the back of your head. “But you’re not denying that it’s what you wanted?”

Din let out a fuller yet lower chuckle this time. You watched as his grasp on the two controls in front of you pulsated. “You must’ve hit your head in the crash, Lieutenant.”

His words drew a genuine yet curt laugh from your lips. You shook your head and watched Agreon’s terrestrial landscape pass you by, focusing on anything except the warmth of Din’s body behind and underneath you. It was distracting, and even worse, it was comforting—intoxicating even.

You’d been there before, and never again would you repeat such a mistake. It wasn’t worth risking everything you had built for yourself over mercenaries like him.

It wasn’t a long trip, just as Din had assured you before, and he was soon making contact with the main city’s hangar to land the N-1 inside its designated bay. You mused upon the next steps in your head, and the first obstacle you ran into was the bright orange of your jumpsuit reflected in the transparisteel of the N-1’s canopy.

Din had just finished landing the N-1 when you unzipped your jumpsuit and began to pull your arms out of it. He took his gloved hands and set them on Grogu’s ears, folding them over. “Sitting on my lap is one thing, Lieutenant.” He tilted his helmet, evidently amused. “But undressing in front of my son is another.”

You rolled your eyes before looking down to make sure your white, sleeveless undershirt was in place. “Would you rather I walk around in my full X-wing getup so we can be swiftly identified?”

Din hummed, an unexpected sound that crackled through his modulator and shivered down your spin. “No, you’re right.” His gloved hands found your waist. “I like this look better, anyway.” Before you could even think of leveling him with your own retort, Din continued. “Push off your uninjured leg.”

Your face grew even hotter as you nodded, realizing he couldn’t get up until you did first. You obeyed his command and pushed off your leg while he used his hands on your waist to help you up. You sat upon the cockpit’s raised edge and spun yourself around, easing yourself down using mostly your uninjured leg. You bit back a whimper when the injured one hit the ground.

Din was right behind you, with Grogu appearing back in his pod at his father’s side. One of Din’s gloved hands found your shoulder as his visor looked pointedly at your bloodied jumpsuit. “Can you make it into the city?”

You repeated his words from before. “Do we have a choice?”

Din gave his helmet a quick tilt. “I can try to find a speeder to rent.”

Though oddly touched by his offer, you shook your head. “I’ll be fine, Djarin. I’m sure they have an inn relatively close to the landing bay, anyway.”

Din nodded, remaining close to your side as your small group began to walk forward. Din broke off to greet the worker and pay the necessary fee. He spoke with the man for a few extra moments before nodding and joining you and Grogu again. You fixed him with a quizzical look.

“I asked where the nearest inn is.”

You furrowed your brow. “So that he can know exactly where to find us if people come looking?”

Din swung his helmet towards you. “This man’s shift will be over long before anyone manages to find my ship here.” He pointed at your leg. “But if it makes you feel better, we can wander aimlessly around the city for hours looking for somewhere else to stay.”

You tightened your jaw and looked straight ahead. “I’d rather not.”

“I figured as much.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. Your jumpsuit hung at your waist the way you usually kept it when you were hanging around the outpost, and hopefully that would be enough to keep anyone from getting suspicious. You didn’t see any eyes catching the three of you in particular, and that was all that mattered. Din had been right; the main city was much easier to hide within.

It had only taken a few blocks to get to the inn, which was indicated by the Aurebesh on its signage. Din continued to lead the way inside and bartered for a last-minute room while you stood with Grogu off to the side. It was all you could do not to focus on the stinging pain in your leg. It was only getting worse the longer you went without treating it.

After using the turbolift to get to your floor, Din stepped ahead and unlocked your door. It slid open to reveal a room that was barely big enough for two people, much less three—even if Din’s tiny apprentice barely took up any room.

In fact, this room wasn’t just made for two ordinary people. It was made for two people who intended on sharing a bed.

The pain in your leg didn’t allow you to dwell on any disapproving thoughts for very long. You trudged inside and practically collapsed onto the bed, gingerly pulling at the material of your jumpsuit to check on your wound. You pressed your lips together in a vain attempt to suppress a groan as the fabric brushed over the sensitive gash.

“We should’ve wrapped that back at the N-1.” You glanced up from the wound to see that Din was already kneeling in front of your leg. “It’s worse than you made it out to be.”

You let out a light scoff. “Are you blaming me for that?”

Din’s visor rose to meet your stare. “No.” He tilted his helmet. “I’m saying you’re strong as hell.”

You looked away from him when warmth began to creep up your neck again. He began rustling around for something, and when you gained the faith to look at him again, you noticed he had already dismantled a medpac from his belt. You shook your head and started to lean forward. “You don’t have to do that. I can take care of it.”

Din continued prepping his materials. “It’s all right, Lieutenant. I’m already down here.” He paused, his visor once again rising to your gaze as he continued. “Unless you’d be more comfortable doing it yourself.”

You hesitated. Letting Din see you so vulnerable wasn’t something you were keen on, but the state of your wound was already threatening to make your head spin. “No, uh… go ahead.” Your lips spread in a small smile. “Thank you.”

Din nodded and went back to what he was doing. “This is the Way.”

Your brow rose at that. You considered his words for a few moments and watched him work until the crimson stains became enough. Your gaze snapped up towards the door across from you as you broke your brief silence. “Where does that saying come from?”

The warmth of Din’s gaze burned over you before he answered. “The Mandalorian Creed.” His tone was coated in newfound reverence. “It’s called the Way of the Mandalore. When we want to acknowledge that something either we ourselves or someone else has said or done is reflective of our Creed, that’s what we respond with.”

You nodded in understanding. “So, helping me patch up my leg is a part of your Creed?”

Din chuckled softly at that. You tightened the grasp you had taken on the bedsheets underneath your palms. “Helping others in general is a core part of the Way. It goes hand-in-hand with saving others.” His modulated voice lowered. “Especially children.”

Your gaze flickered over to Grogu, who was already fast asleep inside his pod. Your cheeks began to hurt from your ever-present yet small smile as you spoke in a much softer voice. “You saved Grogu, didn’t you?”

Din froze for a moment. You glanced down at him, an icy chill of dread prickling inside your chest at the idea of saying the wrong thing. Instead, however, Din considered the bacta container inside his gloved palm and let out an affectionate huff. “I like to think he saved me.”

Your tense expression softened. You wanted to ask for more, but you didn’t have to. Din continued his story as he resumed his work on your injury.

“He was learning to be a Jedi a long time ago.” Your eyes doubled in size at that. “That’s why he has those powers, like the one he used to get your leg free.”

You blinked a few times in surprise. You had heard rumblings of a Jedi, maybe even two or three, within the Alliance itself, but you weren’t sure if those stories were true. “How old is he?”

“Fifty-three.” Your eyes doubled in size. “Apparently, his species ages a lot slower than most.”

You looked at Grogu again and let out a curt chuckle. “Apparently.”

“I found him because… he was a bounty I was after.” The shame in his tone caused sympathy to blossom within your chest, but you kept it suppressed and let him go on. “I didn’t know he was a child until I actually saw him. He used his powers to save me from a mudhorn on that same job.”

You pointed at his right pauldron. “Is that why you have one on your armor?”

Din paused as he looked up at his shoulder and nodded. “Yeah.” He turned back to his work. “It was given to me as a signet when we were officially made a clan of two.”

You smiled at the warmth in his voice. You were so engrossed by his story that you barely felt the stinging pain of his work on your wound. “What did you do after he saved you?”

Din sighed. He shook his helmet, and his tone reflected his self-deprecation. “I turned him in. That’s how I got all this beskar.” He tightened one of his fists as the other stayed busy with your wound. “But I couldn’t handle it for long. I only made it a few standard hours before I went back to where I had left him and took him back.”

Your brow furrowed. “Who was after him?”

“The Empire.” Din practically spit out the words with furious fire as your own blood went hot inside your veins. “Moff Gideon, to be exact. He took the kid’s blood and experimented with it.”

You frowned, sparing another glance at Grogu’s peaceful form. “Hearing about the Empire’s atrocities shouldn’t shock me anymore, yet it still does.”

You relaxed when you remembered what Captain Teva had told you earlier. Din was one of the Mandalorians directly responsible for Moff Gideon’s death on Mandalore, which meant that Grogu was safe. You began to smile again as you turned your head back to face the Mandalorian who was just finishing with your wound’s bandaging.

“I’m glad Grogu had you.” Din’s visor rose to meet your gaze as you corrected yourself. “That he still has you. That fact that you’ve taken him in as your own speaks volumes.”

Din’s helmet lowered back to your freshly-wrapped leg as he checked over his work. “It’s what the Mandalorians did for me when I was a child. And like I said before…” he looked at Grogu over his armored shoulder, “he saved me, too.”

You swallowed hard at what he had insinuated. “The Mandalorians also took you in?”

Din nodded, clearly distracting himself with the task of cleaning up his medical supplies. “I was a child when my world was attacked. The Mandalorians came to help, but they were too late.” His voice lowered so much you could barely hear it as he exhaled a deep breath. “I was the only survivor.”

Your chest tightened so much that it hurt. You set a hand over it as if that would help, watching helplessly as Din nonchalantly packed up his medpac and rose to his full height. Being a part of the Alliance and then the New Republic led to you hearing stories like these before, but that never made them easier to process—nor imagine. “I’m so sorry, Din.”

Din’s helmet straightened before he managed a nod. “This is the Way.” Both his voice and his stature returned to normal as he went on. “Your leg should be good for the night. We can check to see if it needs to be redone in the morning before we set out.”

You nodded, taking his change in subject in stride. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He gestured with a gloved hand to your face. “You still have some more cuts from the crash. I can take a quick look at those, if you want.” Din offered his medpac to you. “But I understand if you prefer to do that yourself.”

You shrugged. “You’re already in the groove. Might as well keep going, right?”

Din huffed with amusement and sat beside you on the edge of the bed. “Sure.”

As he began to get his materials out again, you mulled over a thought that was nagging at the front of your mind. It was something that didn’t seem to fit in with the heartfelt story Din had just told, but given how vulnerable he was being with you, you didn’t want to insult him by asking about it.

Still, knowing yourself, it would come out eventually. It would be best to get it over with.

“So,” you swallowed hard as Din’s visor gave you an attentive glance, “did everything with Grogu happen before or after the prison ship incident?”

You tensed, anticipating Din to harden himself to you once again. Instead, Din let out an amused breath, making your brow shoot up as his visor began to scan your face. “Looks like you did your research.”

You rolled your lips together. “I trained with Lieutenant Davan back when I first joined the Alliance.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself. “So, yeah. I did my research.”

Din sighed, though it was far from a sound of annoyance. “That was when Grogu and I were still on the run from the Empire and their bounty hunters. I was trying to find my footing, and I obviously couldn’t do any bounty hunting work, but we still needed credits for fuel and food.”

Din paused, looking down as he selected something from his pile of supplies and began his work on one of your cuts.

“Someone I used to work for a long time ago reached out, and since I was low on credits, I agreed. I was told before we left that only droids worked on the prison ship.” Din’s voice lowered as he went on. “I’m sorry about Lieutenant Davan.”

You gave him a small nod, your gaze cutting away from the intensity of his visor as he started to clean a cut near your temple. “What did you do with the prisoner you took?”

Din remained unfazed as he provided his answer. “I brought him back to my old contact’s space station with a tracking beacon on him.” His voice was coated in amusement. “Your people got him after that.”

“And you locked up the other people you were with?”

“I did.”

You pressed your lips into a firm line. Din’s patience for fielding your questions was both shocking and admirable, but it would have to run out eventually, and you were certainly testing that boundary. “Why?”

Din paused his work for a moment, his visor finding your gaze. “First of all, they committed a crime. They were complicit in the murder of a New Republic officer who could’ve, and should’ve, been left alive. Second of all…” Din let out a soft breath and continued his work on your face, “they tried to turn against me. Had me locked inside a cell and everything.”

Your eyes widened at that. “What about Grogu?”

“He was in my ship. I have no idea if they knew about him and intended on turning him in, but…” Din shrugged. “Doesn’t matter now.”

You furrowed your brow at him. “If they weren’t betraying you for Grogu, then why were they doing it?”

Din finished with the cut on your temple and focused his visor on his supplies as he reset them. “When I said earlier that Grogu saved me, I meant that he saved me from myself. From the path I was on and had been on for a long time.” Din finally picked something up and began working again. “My path used to include most of this group, and their betrayal was the consequence of my past actions.”

You considered his words for a long moment. It was a lot to process. After hearing about Davan’s murder, you had fostered a lot of bitterness towards those involved. Captain Teva catching up to Din on Maldo Kreis had only rubbed salt in the wound when he returned to Adelphi and told you everything.

But Captain Teva had reassured you that Din had only been complacent in springing the prisoner, and now Din was telling you he hadn’t even let the prisoner get away, either. Not only that, but Din was also taking accountability for his actions.

Maybe he was right. Maybe Grogu really did change him—because he sure as hell wasn’t acting like the other mercenaries you had known.

“That’s… really honorable.” The corners of your mouth tugged up in a small smile as you nodded at him. “Thanks for answering all my questions. I know it was a lot.”

Din shrugged. “I don’t mind.” He pulled away from your second bandaged cut and looked to be preparing for one more. “What happened on that prison ship directly affected you, and you deserve to get some clarity. As for the rest…” Din chuckled, “well, I figured you could use a distraction from all the stinging.”

You laughed and nodded. “Definitely.”

Your stare stayed on Din as he finished his prep for your last cut. You mindlessly adjusted the left strap of your shirt just as Din looked up, causing his visor to catch on the action. You didn’t have to look down to know what he had seen.

The long scar just over your heart had accidentally been exposed to him.

Rather than speaking up about it, Din refocused himself on your cut, remaining silent as he did so. You let out a light exhale and closed your eyes. He had just offered his vulnerability to you in exchange for satisfying your curiosity, and it was time for you to return the favor.

“It’s from a mercenary.”

Din froze. You reopened your eyes, watching his visor lower to your gaze as you spoke. You offered him a reassuring smile and went on.

“During the war, there were a few instances where the Alliance had to rely on mercenaries for help. Supplies, transport… you know how it was.” You looked down as your hand began to pick at the material of your jumpsuit over your thigh. “Captain Teva made me the liaison for one of them, and we were in direct contact for a long time.”

You cleared your throat, fighting the embarrassment that attempted to crawl up through it. Din waited patiently, his silence proving his rapt attention even as he continued with your last cut.

“I… let myself get closer to him than I should’ve.” You huffed and shook your head. “A lot closer. It was against protocol, but I thought I could manage it. At least, I thought I was smart enough to.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and pictured his face. Even all these years later, it still mocked you. No matter how many beds you had shared since, he was ever-present in your troubled memory, like the scarred marking above your heart.

“But he got a better deal from the other side. He tried to kill me in my sleep and take my intel.” You reopened your eyes and noticed that Din had since gone rigid. His visor was focused on your eyes, which gladly sought the empty void of the black slit across his silver helmet in return. “Thankfully, I woke up just in time to fight him off. Only the tip of his knife caught me.” Your fingertips grazed over the scar.

Din was silent for a few more beats, causing you to swallow hard. When he spoke, his voice was low again, though the anger that strained it wasn’t directed towards you. “You’re telling this story like it’s your fault.”

You scoffed. “It was. I broke protocol and tried to have a romantic relationship with him. Captain Teva should’ve dismissed me completely, but he gave me a second chance.”

Din shook his helmet. “No.” His grasp on the supplies in his gloved hands tightened. “You should never have to worry about being betrayed by someone you’re sharing a bed with.” His visor lowered to your scar again. “Especially not in a way that leads to you being physically harmed.”

You shrugged, looking away to avoid the heat of his gaze behind his visor. “Unfortunately, Djarin, that’s not how the galaxy works.” You exhaled a steady breath. “That’s why I’ll never put myself in that position ever again.”

Din finished with your cut and began to put his supplies away. “So, the door’s closed on mercenaries?” His tone was playful, and you were grateful for the change in pace.

You huffed and lifted your brow. “Are you disappointed by that?”

Din chuckled and shook his helmet. He finished with the medpac and hung it back on his belt. “We’ll want to get moving early in the morning, catch them when they’re sluggish.”

“I agree.”

You emptied your weapons out onto the side table, which were only a blaster and a blade in this case. As you did so, you watched Din in your periphery, your brow furrowing as he stopped by the extra blanket that laid across the end of the bed. You chuckled and swung both legs onto the bed to face him, your arms crossing as you laid against the headboard.

“Got something to ask me, Djarin?”

Din’s gloved hands gently patted the blanket. “Just wanted to know if you’re okay with me taking this.”

You blinked at him. “For what?”

Din tilted his helmet at you. “Sleeping.” The word was almost a question as it crackled through his modulator, one of his gloved hands gesturing to the portion of the floor near Grogu’s sealed pod.

“On the floor?”

Din nodded.

You couldn’t help but laugh. His gloved hands rose to his hips as he let out a sigh. “So,” you chuckled, “I can sit on your lap, but sharing a bed is where you draw the line?”

Din’s helmet straightened. For a moment, you thought him to be panicked, but his tone was solely amused when he spoke again. “If I’m not mistaken, it sounds like you want me to share that bed with you, Lieutenant.”

You rolled your eyes. “All I want is for my partner to not have any back pain when we fight for our lives against a bunch of Imperials tomorrow.”

Din hesitated, tapping his fingers against his hips. “And you’re sure you’re comfortable with that?”

You shrugged. “Unless there’s a reason why I shouldn’t be.”

Din shook his helmet. “No. Just… after your story, I wasn’t sure.”

A small smile stretched across your lips as Din began to make his way to the empty side of the bed. “I appreciate that, but it’s been years. Don’t worry about it.” You cleared your throat and made yourself busy with getting more comfortable as you went on. “I’ve shared beds since then.” You chuckled to yourself and spared a glance at Din. “But I’ll bet this is your first time, isn’t it?”

Din snickered, his back facing you as he sat and removed his boots. His helmet turned over his armored shoulder as he answered. “The helmet doesn’t stop me.” Your brow shot up at that, though he paid attention to what he was doing again as he continued. “At least, it didn’t used to.”

You hummed, your tone still playful as you laid back on your pillow. “Got tired of breaking hearts?”

Din was silent for more than a few heartbeats. You turned your head to look at him, seeing him staring at a small weapon he had just set on his side table. When he spoke, his voice was lower than before. “Got tired of breaking my own.”

You mulled over his words as you let silence sit between you. It was hard to imagine what it must have been like, sharing every vulnerable part of yourself with someone while knowing you couldn’t ever give them all of you—not with a helmet to hide behind. Unless the helmet really wasn’t the problem, and it wasn’t the physical armor he had trouble shedding.

That was something you could relate to all too well.

As Din laid beside you, he made a move to turn off the lights, but paused. You watched him in your periphery, waiting for whatever words he was clearly intending on saying. “Lieutenant?”

“Yeah?”

A pause. “I meant what I said before.” His helmet briefly glanced in your direction. “You should never have to worry about being hurt by the person you’re sharing a bed with.”

That got a smile out of you, a real, genuine one that hurt your cheeks. “Thanks, Din.” You rolled on your side as your face started to burn. “Goodnight.”

The lights flickered off just before Din responded. “Sweet dreams.”

You huffed, shaking your head as you closed your eyes and chased slumber the best you could.

When you woke again, it was because of a very light snoring sound. You blinked a few times into the darkness, huffing when you realized why it was such a delicate noise. Grogu had gone from his pod to his father, and he was tucked into the Mandalorian’s neck with his tiny, three-fingered hands clinging to the fabric around his neck. Din had a hand supporting his son’s back, keeping him pressed upon his chest.

The sight was enough to melt anyone’s heart, even yours. What made that heat in your chest spike into an uncontrollable temperature, however, was the realization that there wasn’t shiny metal concealing Din’s face anymore.

It was hard to see in the darkness, but the outline of his profile was unmistakable. His jaw and upper lip were untrimmed, and his nose was long and curved. His hair was just a bit longer than you thought it would be, and if you weren’t mistaken, there was a slight wave to it, though the dark made it difficult to determine that for sure.

You blinked a few more times. It was only then that you realized you weren’t supposed to be looking at him.

You turned on your side away from him and stared petrified into the darkness as you tried to burn the image of him out of your memory. You had only heard the stories of the Mandalorians who never removed their helmets, and they never included what would happen to those Mandalorians if their faces were actually seen. Would he have to kill you? Would he have to be killed?

Regardless, you had to tell him what you had seen. It was only right, and as hard as the right thing was to do many times, you had spent your entire lifetime fighting—and losing everything—under that same principle.

part two coming soon...

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elektroskopik · 3 days ago

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Also, following a media that has so many fucking easter eggs that no new viewers can easily access the series without missing half of the references is exhausting. People should be able to just 'jump' into a new show or series and enjoy it without feeling like they've missed out on key plot points that require them to watch entire prequel series or movies, but I digress.

I say this as a Star wars fan. The Star Wars universe is as infantile and self-masturbatory as the Marvel universe.

Where Star Wars went wrong

Quoting Jason Pargin, who articulates it better than I could:

"In any kind of a sane world, The Mandalorian should have run for 150 episodes at least. They had a formula here that could have worked forever.

"It's a formula that has always worked: a heroic stranger wanders into a strange new land and meets a bunch of colorful characters, usually under the thumb of a powerful threat. The threat is usually in the form of a villain who's played by a famous actor just chewing the scenery. He uses hits wits and his courage to get out of it and then he moves on.

"Have Gun, Will Travel" ran for 225 episodes from 1957-1963. It's where Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek fame got his start.

"The sci-fi space adventures we had years and years ago used to run forever. Star Trek TNG had about 180 episodes, Deep Space 9 had about the same number, even Voyager -- the show that we think of as being a "lesser series" -- had 172 episodes. And here's the thing: most of those episodes were really good!

"But because of the way the business works now, and because of 'corporate synergy,' by season 2 of the Mandalorian, they were brainstorming "how do we get this back to Luke Skywalker and the Death Star?"

"By season 3, fans were lost, because some huge plot events had occurred in a completely different series, because they needed it to connect to their Boba Fett show. And now, the Mandalorian is dead. They're gonna wrap up the story in a movie, and that's it.

And the crazy part is, this was always the perfect format for Star Wars: it always should have been a short form serial! That's what George Lucas was ripping off when he made the film back in 1977: serials like Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon.

These were little 12-minute long episodes that played as one continuing story, but each one was its own little lighthearted adventure that usually ended on some kind of a cliffhanger.

"This is why so many of the most hardcore Star Wars fans who are old like me only like two of the movies, because by the third film they were already just repeating beats: they were attacking yet another Death Star.

They ran out of ideas so fast, because this is not the ideal format for this universe. The Mando and Baby Yoda Show is the ideal format! This should have run for the next 20 years! They even set it up so that the star wouldn't even need to be on set for most of it, because he wears a helmet!

"I think some fans object to this, because they think of it as making Star Wars smaller, that you're reducing it to 'just a TV show.' But it's the exact opposite: it lets you expand the universe, because you're forced to to keep coming up with new places for him to go, and new people for him to meet, new villains for him to face -- you're not forced to just keep coming back to the Death Star again and again, and the Sith, and the Jedi.

In Episode VII: The Force Awakens, the Starkiller Base destroys five planets. That's mathematically five times more tragic than the destruction of Alderaan.

"And if you want evidence, just look at Star Trek! It's the show that expanded the universe. The Star Trek films were just action movies that are very forgettable. But I guess the world has changed, because they don't even do Star Trek that way anymore.

Picard ended its run after 30 episodes. Discovery concluded after 65. Hopefully, Strange New Worlds marks a return to form for the franchise.

"I don't get it, because it seems like a version of this show that runs until the year 2040 would have just printed money. The merchandise sales alone would have covered the production costs. Instead, it's 24 episodes and a movie that I think everyone has already stopped caring about."

#this #star wars #the mandalorian #film #tv shows #critique #star trek tng #star wars also really needs to stop pandering *fans*

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endeavorssimp · 3 days ago

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Why did no one tell me how absolutely fascinating Mandalorian culture is

#fanart #digital art #star wars #star wars fanart #the mandalorian #book of boba fett #din djarin #boba fett #dinboba #what’s their ship name?

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faelorelia · 3 days ago

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Them!!

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian series #din djarin's son #din djarin #grogu #din djarin and grogu #din and grogu

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mavlabajuri · 2 days ago

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Okay so this is a bit of fun inspired by a conversation with @sootyships, about mando eating utensils while out in the field. It's based on old interlocking utensils from the swedish army, except with chopsticks because of noodle reasons. Something to clip to your belt or pack during travel. The tube is the fancy option, stuffing it in a pocket is another

Is this a lot for what could techincally be called a shitpost? Yes, yes it is Have a nice day!

#star wars #mandalorian #mandalorians #mandalorian culture #star wars fanart #star wars art #sw tcw #mandalore #the mandalorian #mandalmotors as a massive manufacturer and military supplier would be the kind of company to provide field equipment too #could have gone with mandaltech but thats way more boring #i draw metals based solely on vibes and the chrome finish on my desk lamp #suprisingly fun tho! haven't drawn these kinds of stuff before

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freakrenaissance · 2 hours ago

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I missed my mando! I love jealous din, & this was so perfect... this fic has everything 😍

Unmasking the Mand'alor {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.6k

Warnings: Drinking, flirting, insults, fighting, caveman-like behavior, helmet stays on, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, clothed male/naked female, first kisses, confessions, wedding vows, loving making

Comments: You want a helmet on Mando to fuck to pretend they are the one you really want and think you can never have. Until flirting with one in front of Mando makes him react.

A/N: Canon? Who dat?

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Mandalore has changed. You glance around the bar, noting the repairs that have been done,the debris cleared out. It had once been the armory, fitting to be the social center of a society of warriors where their weapons are a part of their religion. Mandos wearing helmets are almost in equal number to those that are showing their faces, the two sects still managing to coexist peacefully - most days. The Bespin Fizz in your hand is smooth, although you really want a Fuzzy Tauntaun next time. The bartender was a Mando that still believes that Creed involves not showing his face, making him almost as attractive as one that had brought you here.

Din strides into the bar, his hand empty of a drink but he notices how everyone looks at him. The leader of Mandalore. His visor scans the crowd until he finds you at the bar. You are the star of his dreams, every holovid porno he watches he imagines you in their place. He can’t have you though. You don’t want his baggage. Dealing with the kid, being the Mand’alore, it’s too much to handle for him and he’d be selfish to make you deal with it alongside him. He sighs and taps his gloved fingers on his thigh, watching you as you watch him walk in.

He feels your eyes on him as he makes his way through the crowd until he is pushing his way into a space beside you at the bar. He orders a drink despite knowing he won’t remove his helmet to drink it. It makes him look more approachable and he wants the others to feel like they can speak to him about their worries and concerns regarding Mandalore. He is reluctant to take up an official role, never wanting to be a leader, but he needs to position himself for covert if he is to establish the Mandalorians as a force to be reckoned with within the galaxy. “And whatever she is having.” He adds, tilting his helmet to the bartender before he looks at you.

“The Fuzzy Tauntaun this time, Josin.” You tell the blue armored bartender. You cock your eyebrow up as you turn to see your own eyes reflected back at you in the darkness of his visor. “You gonna drink with me, Mando?” You ask playfully, taking a long swallow of your Bespin. “Want a straw?”

“You know I won’t drink it. I’m just here to put in an appearance and then go back to my quarters. The kid is with the other foundlings tonight. Sleepover or something.” He says, knowing that the reason he’s come out is so he doesn’t just sit in his room thinking about you and yet here you are. “You can have my drink too.” He promises, glancing around the room again. “Are you having fun?”

“So far.” There’s the dull roar of conversations and the occasional shit talking that gets a little out of hand, but there’s not been any fights in here. “Although….” You turn and smirk at him. “You need some music in here. Liven the place up a bit.” You drain the rest of your drink and shrug. “I had fun at the cantina on Mos Eisley.”

“I’ll be sure to get that sorted. Not like I haven’t got bigger things to do.” Din rolls his eyes behind his visor even though you can’t see it. Your drinks are placed in front of you and Din immediately pulls his credits from the pouch on his belt. “On the house for our fearless leader.” Joisin says and Din can hear the grin in his voice. “Thanks.” He replies even though he knows he will leave a tip.

You smirk and give a small chuckle at his sarcasm. It had thrown you off at first, the dry wit, but now it just makes him even more attractive to you. Even if you’ve never seen his face. It honestly irritates you that Bo Katan has, and not you. Wanting to put some features to the faceless fantasies that you have. You pick up your drink and take a sip. “Oh that’s nice.” You coo, turning back to the bartender and winking at him. “Thanks babe. I’m gonna have to have another of these.”

Din is thankful for the mask as he bristles at the affection you use towards the bartender. He wants to hear you call him that. He taps his fingers on the counter, watching you take a sip of your drink. “Maker, this place has the best drinks.” You moan and Din’s cock twitches in his flight suit, unable to help himself as he wonders what you’d sound like moaning his name.

You are completely unaware of the thoughts going through Mando’s head, sipping your drink and looking around. Surrounded by walls of metal clad men, you are soaking wet because of the one standing beside you, but he doesn’t want you. You need to get laid, badly. “Who is that?” You ask, nodding towards a Mandalorian in the corner that has a green chest plate, but his helmet is pure beskar, like Mando’s.

“Throck Kac.” Din answers, his brow furrowed with a question of why you’re interested in learning that information. Throck is a strong Mandalorian, almost strong enough to challenge Din for leadership but he hasn’t. Not yet. Din is always looking over his shoulder in case anyone decides to challenge him. Not that he cares about the dark saber, he’s more concerned about being killed.

“Throck Kac.” You repeat his name and look over at him in interest. He’s obviously one that doesn’t take his helmet off, but you ask anyway. “And he’s - like you? Doesn’t show his face?” You don’t want him to remove his helmet, the face above you needs to be a visor. Especially if you are going to fuck him and imagine it’s the man beside you.

Din is confused about why you want to know that but he answers the question, “yes. He keeps his helmet on at all times.” He tilts his own helmet to look at you as you have this look in your eye when you stare at Throck.

You hum, taking another sip of your drink and the visor turns towards you. You shiver slightly and look back towards Mando. It’s not the same, but you know he won’t touch you and you want to be touched. “Good to know.” You murmur nonchalantly.

Din notices your shiver and he frowns under his mask, wondering what caused that, and he sees Throck making his way through the crowd towards you. He taps his gloved fingers on the counter as he watches the other Mandalorian make his way to you.

You see Mando bristle, stiffen slightly as he taps those orange gloved fingers on the bar and you turn to head. Seeing that Throck is coming towards you. You turn your body and take another sip of your drink.

Din can’t watch this shit. He turns his visor towards the mirror behind the bar and he watches as Throck puffs his chest under the armor and walks up to you. “What is a beautiful lady like you doing in a shit hole like this?” He asks, tilting his helmet.

The line isn’t that great, but it’s better than no line. You tilt your head coyly and grin. “Waiting for something to happen.” You admit, not noticing that Mando has turned away. You try so hard not to watch him every moment. “Why? What are you doing in a shit hole like this?”

“Waiting for something to happen.” He replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice, “but it looks like I’ve found what I’ve been waiting for.” He nudges a little closer, pushing Din back who huffs under his helmet and watches in the mirror. “Oh really?” You smirk and Throck nods, “been waiting on the most beautiful woman in the galaxy to show up and here she is.”

You roll your eyes and wish that someone else would pay you outrageous compliments like that. “Have you seen every woman in the galaxy?” You tease. “I don’t think so, because there are some women here with their helmets on.” You nod to the female Mandos standing around. “Maybe they are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.”

Din rolls his eyes under his helmet and he flattens his hand against the counter, resisting the urge to clench his fist. “I have eyes. A visor that can see the smallest details. You - mesh’la - are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. In my galaxy at least.”

You smirk as you take another sip of your drink. You aren’t drunk, but the alcohol makes you bolder than you would normally be. “If you fuck half as well as you flatter, I might be in for a good night, Mando.” You use the moniker you use for your Mando on purpose, wanting to see how the other man likes it. You don’t want to call his name out in bed, because you won’t be thinking about the man fucking you.

Din clenches his fist on the countertop as he listens to you call Throck “Mando.” He loves when you affectionately call him that. He clenches his jaw when he watches Throck lean closer, “well why don’t we find a quiet room and find out just how good your night can be?” Throck asks, a smirk clear in the tone of his voice.

You bite your lip, hating that he doesn’t have that musky, spicy scent that Mando has. But his voice is modulated and as long as his helmet stays on, you wouldn’t mind him fucking you. “Why don’t we?” You purr. “My quarters are empty.” You offer.

Din hears tour sultry offer and his jaw clenched, his chest tightening at the thought of another Mandalorian touching you…fucking you. He hates it and he shakes his helmet, turning towards you. “That’s not a good idea.” He says and Throck scoffs, “why not? The lady wants me. I want her. Stay out of this Mand’alore.” He spits sarcastically and Din turns towards him, his chest puffing in defense. “Because I’ve heard that the woman who spend the night with you end up with bruises that take weeks to heal. She deserves better than that. Walk away now.” He demands, his voice taking on the authoritative edge.

You are surprised that Mando didn’t mention this sooner, he had to have known your interest. He’s not innocent. You learned that when you found out he used to be involved with that Twi’lek from his old crew. So it’s just that he doesn’t want you, and apparently, he doesn’t want anyone else to want you either. Just a companion for the kid. “I’ll be fine.” You promise. “Besides, I like it a little rough.”

Din hisses through clenched teeth, "not that rough. He chokes them. He - they can hardly walk." Din has watched many holovids on rough sex but the things he has heard about Throck makes his blood boil. He's a sadist. "She said she can handle it. Let the lady decide what she wants to do. Come on, mesh'la. I'll show you a good time." He reaches for your hand and Din sees red. He slaps his hand away and shoves the other Mandalorian backwards. "Don't touch her." He growls, jealousy and protectiveness swelling in his chest.

You jump back, surprised by the sudden defense from Mando. He’s always defended you against enemies, but this feels completely different. “She wants me to touch her.” Throck snorts, bowing up and stepping forward again in challenge. The conversations have died down and you feel every helmet and eyes turned towards you. “Stop.” You huff, not wanting them to fight.

Din growls, shaking his helmet, and he shoves Throck again. "She doesn't know what she wants." Din pushes him back again and the Mandalorian falls back into a table where several Mandos cry out as their drinks are spilled and cups fly onto the floor.

You don’t take offense to his insulting comment because you are too busy gasping in shock. “Mando!” You hiss, watching the scene deteriorate and unable to stop it as several push you out of the way as they crowd in.

Din sees red as Throck swings his arm to punch Din in the side after he stumbles to his feet, finding the vulnerable spots where the Beskar doesn’t cover. Din hisses and fights back, his strength and experience on his side as he battles with the other Mandalorian.

“Stop! Stop this!” You shout, but your voice is drowned out by the cheering of the crowd of Mandalorians. They love fighting, it’s practically a sport to them and the more vicious the better. Even when they are trying to rebuild their religion, they will always cheer on a fight. You shove through the crowd and push through to see Din head butting Throck with his helmet and punching him under the jaw where the just fabric covers his chin.

Din is clouded by jealousy and fury as he fights Throck. "You want her for yourself?" Throck realizes as Din throws him down on the ground and he speaks his winded epiphany. "Shut up." Din growls, lifting him to drop him to the floor again. The Mandalorian wheezes out his concession and Din's chest plate heaves as he turns towards you. "Din." You speak his name and it's like he's in a fog as he strides towards you, grabbing your legs to lift you over his shoulder. The others cheer as he carries you from the bar and he ignores your cries of protest and confusion.

“What- what are you doing!?” You cry out, head hanging down and you curl up your fist to beat against his back. Hitting it and crying out in pain because you forgot he had a backplate. “Put me down!” You yell, kicking your legs but he doesn’t stop. Mandalorians who weren’t in the bar turning towards you as Mando stalks down the hall with you hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Put me down, dank ferik!” Your hand slaps against his ass, the only unarmored portion of his body that you can reach.

Din ignores your pleas and the ache in his ass as you protest him carrying you away. He strides to his quarters, only setting you down when the door slides shut to his rooms. “What the fuck?” You cry as you stumble when he sets you down on your feet. Din doesn’t really know what to say. He feels like his body is on fire, his blood boiling, and the thought of anyone touching you makes his fists clench. He doesn’t even think when the next word escapes his lips, his mind still hazy with emotion, “strip.”

Your mouth drops open in shock. That single word burning through you and your cunt clenches with need. The mandalorian you have dreamed about is standing like and impenetrable wall in front of you and ordering you to strip. You don’t argue, reaching for your shirt hem and pulling it up over your head.

He watches, frozen on the spot as your skin - the skin he’s dreamed of, fantasised about so many fucking times, is finally exposed to his hungry eyes. He doesn’t say a word as you work on removing your clothes and his cock swells in his flight suit and his fingers twitch with the need to touch you.

The silence lingers between you and if you weren’t seemingly wrapped up in a trance of your fantasies, you would question him. You can't, though, you can’t say a word as you strip down to your bare skin and stand completely naked in front of a man that you have barely caught glimpses of.

Din’s eyes trail along your form and he groans your name, stepping forward to grab your waist and he drags you against him. His gloved hands slide down to your ass, greedy to feel all of the woman he’s dreamed about. “Mesh’la. Tell me what you want.” He demands, squeezing your globes of flesh in his hands.

You moan when he touches you, eyes sliding halfway closed as you burn the feel of his touch into your memory. Half afraid this is a fevered or drunken dream. You feel drunk when you haven't just moments before. “You.” You whimper. “I want you, Din. Always you.”

Din groans when you speak what he’s dreamed of hearing for so long. He walks you back towards his bed, letting your body drop and he keeps his armor on as his gloved hands explore your body. He squeezes your breast, watching your mouth drop open. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He confesses, “never imagined I’d have you.”

You whine in frustration, hating that he could have had you so long ago. “Anytime you wanted me you could have had me.” You gasp when he pinches your nipples and tugs on them. “Anytime.”

“Fuck.” He curses, his cock now throbbing and pressing against his suit in a way that makes him ache to be free. He focuses on you though, pawing at your tits, burning the sight of them to his memory in case you decide this is a one off. “Can I - can I touch you?” He asks and you giggle, “you already are.” Din shakes his head, “no. I want to touch you.” He says as his hand slips lower to cup your cunt.

“Please.” You beg, reaching out and catching the edge of his pauldron and you try to pull him closer. “You can touch me however you want. As long as you don’t stop.” You want him to strip, but you feel like he won’t. Even if he kept the helmet on.

Your permission makes his stomach twist and he swears he nearly cums then and there. He hisses your name and withdraws his hand. You whimper in protest and he chuckles, removing his glove so his bare fingers can touch your wet flesh. “Cyar’ika. You’re so wet.” He murmurs in awe as he circles your clit.

You close your eyes, not sure if you should stare at the smooth, tanned skin of his fingers. His nails are short, neat and clean. Instead you just feel the way he touches you with certainty. “Always wet around you.” You confess breathlessly. “Imagining- fuck- sitting on your cock while you were flying the Crest.”

Din groans, his gaze flicking between your cunt and your face. His digits already coated in your arousal and he twitches in his flight suit, "you could've had that anytime you wanted." He promises and rubs your clit, wanting to hear you moan his name.

“Fuuuuuuck.” You whine, irritated at yourself for not pushing him to touch you earlier. “Din….Inside.” You beg, wanting his fingers to curl up inside you. Opening your eyes, you stare into the dark visor of his helmet and wish that you knew where his eyes were focused right this second.

He's watching your face as he slides his fingers lower and he starts to push his finger into your cunt. You're clenching around his digit and he hisses, his gaze flicking down to your pussy as he adds another finger to feel how tight you are.

“So thick.” His fingers are thicker than your own and your eyes roll back while your hips grind down onto his hand. “Oh Maker, it’s- so damn good.

He can't believe how tight you are around his fingers and he starts to pump them in and out of your dripping cunt. "You are so fucking beautiful." He murmurs, curling his fingers when he pushes them deeper.

“You are.” You groan, even though you’ve never seen his face. His body, the armor and the way he wears it, his strength and competency all make him sexy. “Touched myself thinking about you. About this.”

Din groans at your revelation and he twists his wrist so he can press his thumb against your clit. “I’ve jerked off so many times thinking about you, cyar’ika. Fuck. So many times. Imagined you in my cot.” He confesses with a modulated tone.

“Didn’t think you wanted me.” You pant, you tone needy as he gives you exactly what you want and still you crave more. “It’s- it’s why I was going to take Throck.” You admit. “His helmet looks the closest to yours.”

Din growls, his fingers pumping faster, “he can’t have you. He doesn’t deserve you. I don’t - I don’t either but I can give you what you need. He can’t.” His blood boils at the thought of it and he reaches down with his free hand to squeeze his bulge, trying to find some relief.

Your eyes have opened again and you watch as he squeezes his cock. Making you moan at the slight. “Fuck.” You bite your lip. “I know you won’t, uh, undress, but can I see it?” You ask hopefully. If you can’t, you will understand but you are greedy for anything that he can give you.

Din knows he should say no but he can't deny you when you ask so sweetly. He nods, fumbling with his belt to undo it and he works on pulling his aching cock out of his pants. He is throbbing and when he can squeeze himself, he groans in relief.

He’s thick. Your mouth waters at the veiny, heavy length that is weeping from the tip. He’s longer than you imagined too, surprising you because you’ve never seen a cock so beautifully proportioned. “I want to suck it.” You moan, tearing your gaze away to look up at his visor. “Would you let me?”

Din swears he sees the Maker and he nods without hesitation. “If that’s what you want. You can have whatever you want, mesh’la.” He promises with a groan as he continues to finger your dripping pussy.

“Come here.” You shift down, twisting your body so you can reach his utility belt. You don’t want to miss the feeling of his fingers curling inside you, but you want to taste him. “Fuck it’s so big.” You coo, hooking your fingers under his belt to tug him over to you. Clenching down around his fingers as your own wrap around the velvety hardness of his cock for the first time.

He twitches in your grip, groaning your name, and he stops moving his fingers for a moment as you pump him in your soft hand. “Fuck.” He pants, “that’s - it’s so good.” He murmurs, eyes fluttering closed.

It’s almost surreal. You could cum from this alone. The scent that is specifically Mando, Din, envelopes you and beckons you. Making you lunge up and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock.

His stomach clenches, his helmet hitting his chest plate as he looks down at you. “Fuck. Imagined this so many times.” He confesses, “mesh’la. You are - fuck - don’t hurt yourself.” He urges when you choke after you take him deeper.

You pull back slightly, taking a deep breath before you take him back into your mouth. You don’t care if you choke, you want to hear him moan. Your cunt clenching as you start to take him deeper.

Din pants, his mouth dropping open beneath the helmet as he watches you eagerly suck his cock. It's beautiful and your walls flutter around his digits, making him remember to continue fingering you while you suck him off.

Humming around his length, you start to lift your head faster, deep throating him as much as you can before you pull off. You want to take all of him down your throat, especially if this ends up being a one time thing.

Din chokes on his own breath as you take him deep down your throat and he can’t believe this is happening. He hisses your name, his free hand cupping your cheek and sliding down to your throat to feel the way it bulges with his length pushing deep.

You moan around his cock when his hand grips your throat. There have been a few times you’ve imagined that gloved hand there, applying pressure while his cock hammers into you. Your eyes are watering and you can barely roll your hips down to his plunging fingers, you are so engrossed in sucking his cock.

He rubs your clit with his thumb, groaning your name when you gargle around his cock. He grips your throat a little harder and he doesn’t want to cum down to your throat. He caresses your cheek and pulls his cock from your throat. “I want you to cum on my fingers, mesh’la.” He demands, working his fingers in your cunt.

Whining, you close your eyes, nodding as he continues to pump his fingers deep into your walls. “Mando - Din, you are so deep inside me. Your fingers-“ you bite your lip when he pushes against a spot that makes you gasp out. “There!”

He groans, focusing on that spot and he watches you with his chest heaving as you cry out. His thumb works your clit and he keeps pressing against that spot, his cock twitching in your grip.

Your walls start to clench down around him, your eyes flying open when the sensations crash through your body. “Din!” His name spills from your lips as you start to shake apart from the skill of his fingers.

He works you through your orgasm, his cock throbbing at the way your jaw drops and your moan of his band. “Fuck. Mesh’la.” He murmurs in awe, loving how you soak his fingers.

He doesn’t pull away immediately, working you through it until you are completely wrung out. Slumping back against his bed in bliss and reaching down to caress the back of his hand, shivering when you feel how warm and soft his hand is.

Din withdraws his hand from your cunt, immediately wrapping his wet fingers around his cock, starting to pump himself as he observes how wrecked you are. "You are everything I dreamed and more." He murmurs, squeezing his cock.

“Then fuck me.” You beg, wanting to feel him inside you as he groans in pleasure. You want to feel the way he pounds into you and let him relieve all the stresses he has in your body. “I want you, Din.”

He can't deny you. He groans, nodding, and you whimper, watching him jerk his cock. "Hands and knees, cyar'ika." He demands, hissing when you follow his order. Your ass on display and he caresses it with his gloved hand, smacks it as he shuffles closer. "Tell me to stop." He orders, wanting to give you one last chance to stop him because once he has you, he's never letting you go. You will be his.

“Don’t you dare stop.” You push your ass back, shaking it slightly as you beg for his cock. “If you do, I’ll go find Throck.” You threaten, although you know that would never happen. You wouldn’t be able to let him touch you after Din has. You are marked by him, even if it’s not visible.

Din growls, "I'll kill him if he touches you." He warns and slides the head of his cock through your folds. "You are mine." He grumbles as he starts to push into your tight, wet cunt.

The claim on you is complete, your back blowing as he drives into you. Not stopping until the armor covering his thighs touches the back of yours. You cry out wordlessly and hang your head down between your shoulders.

It's like something overtakes Din and his hands grip your hips, one gloved one not, and he starts to thrust into you. Jaw clenched beneath his helmet as he starts to fuck you in earnest, needing to claim you as his.

All you can do is hold on. Your hands fisting the sheets of his bed and you lean forward, lifting your ass more as you press your face into the bedding. Inhaling more of his scent in the space where he sleeps while you choke out his name. “Din! Fuck- more.” You moan, wanting him to completely destroy you.

Hearing you say that disappoints Din and he will reflect on that later but right now, he's thrusting harder. "Fuck. Need you - need you to cum first." He groans, his bare hand sliding down to rub your clit.

Your body bucks under the pressure of his fingers at your clit, surprised and pleased by him prioritizing your pleasure. “Din!” You gasp out his name again, looking over your shoulder as he rocks into you, his helmet faceless but you clench downs around him. The sight of him behind you as he hammers into you throws you over the edge.

The way you clamp down on his cock has him gasping out your name and he struggles to rock you through it with how tight you're squeezing him. "Mesh'la." He pants, pulling out of you and your whine echoes in his chambers. "I want this to last." He confesses, his cock throbbing with the need to cum but he takes a deep breath, trying to control himself. "On your back." He orders, wanting to see your face.

You flip over eagerly, not minding having this Mandalorian looming above you. He’s still completely covered except for one glove missing. His cock the only other thing you see. It’s wet with your juices and you moan at the sight of him. “Mando.” You reach up and squeeze both of your tits. “Din. Fuck me.”

He grabs your thighs, pushing them back as he shuffles closer until he is pressing back into your fluttering cunt. Your walls are still fluttering and he groans, eyes focused on where his cock disappears into you.

He’s holding onto your legs with an iron grip, his one hand flexing and showing the rippling muscles on the back of it. It’s intoxicating and you want to know what he’s thinking with his helmet tipped down, obviously watching himself fuck you. “So sexy.” You moan. “So strong.”

Din groans as you take everything he gives you. His hips pressing against your ass as he lifts your lower body so he can sink deeper. “Mesh’la.” He murmurs, lost in the feel of you.

You whine, eyes rolling back and you swear is pushing into your womb. “So good.” You gasp out. “So deep.” All you touch is the fabric of his flight suit when you reach down and you moan his name again.

"Touch yourself. Touch your clit. Show me how you touch yourself thinking of me." He demands with a growl on a particularly deep thrust.

You cry out in pleasure, letting go of your breast to reach down. Using two fingers to start rubbing harsh circles on your clit. “Every night on the Crest.” You confess breathlessly. “Everyday since I met you.”

Din twitches violently inside you at your confession and he watches as you rub your clit. “That’s it, cyar’ika. Fuck. I- I jerked off thinking about you. So many times. You don’t even know how beautiful you are. I watch you all the time.” He groans and feels your walls starting to flutter and clamp down on his cock. “Cum for me, mesh’la.” He orders, wanting to see your face when you cum on his cock.

A few more harsh thrusts of his cock sends you flying. Your back arches as you cry out loud enough for it to be heard through the halls of Mandalore. You don’t care though, you can think of nothing but how perfect he feels. “Cum for me!” You beg. “Fill me up, I want to drip your cum.”

Din pants, getting closer and closer to his orgasm. He pushes into your tight cunt, unable to hold back as he tries to work you through your orgasm but he can't hold back. He chokes out your name as he buries his cock deep, pulsing as he starts to fill you with hot spurts of cum.

You’ve heard him groan in annoyance, in pain, in sorrow, but you’ve never heard him groan like this. He sounds like he’s died and he’s reached the Maker, completely wrecked under his helmet. You bite your lip, knowing that he can’t remove his helmet, even if you begged him to. It would be wrong of you to even ask.

He feels like he's out of his body as he rocks into you, slowly to work himself through his orgasm. His helmet rests on his chest and he looks at his cock, shiny and milky with your combined cum, and he swears he sees all the stars of the galaxy.

You relax into bed, trying to catch your breath bit you feel like you’ve just run for miles through the deserts of Tatooine. A smile on your lips, you close your eyes, cunt still pulsing around his cock. “Maker.” You hum. “So that’s what it’s like.”

Din hums, his voice modulated, and he pulls out of you, groaning at the sight of his cum welling up in your pussy. "That's what it's like." He echoes, his eyes flicking up to your wrecked face.

“Nice.” You giggle slightly, but you can barely move, feeling him set your legs down as he shifts to stand at the foot of his bed. Managing to roll over to your side, you curl into his pillow and sigh. “You smell so good.”

Din desperately wants to feel all of you. He strides into the 'fresher, wetting a rag for you and he comes back with it, gently wiping you clean. "Stay there." He orders, tossing the rag into the sink and he walks over to the lights. "Close your eyes." He orders, watching you spread out on the bed.

You close your eyes, wondering what he is doing and then you sense the room going dark. “Din?” You ask, sitting up but you keep your eyes shut. “I’m here.” He tells you, moving around in the dark and you frown slightly, not understanding what is going on.

He strips his beskar with a familiar efficiency and the last item is his helmet. He's anxious to remove it, knowing you could easily betray his trust and turn on the lights but he pushes aside that fear. He loves you. He knows you wouldn't do that. He swallows harshly and unclips the locks, removing his helmet and after setting it down, he slides into the bed beside you. "You can open your eyes. The lights are off." He informs you, his voice unmodulated.

Inhaling sharply, you hear the change. His voice. It’s….clear. “Din.” You cautiously lean back, aware that he has removed his helmet and still you don’t open your eyes. “Is- is that allowed?” You ask softly, aware that he had gone through such a trial to be able to wear his helmet with honor again. Even if the living waters are in the cavern below you, you know how much his Creed means to him.

He chuckles at your tone, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, and he reaches for you, pulling you against his bare body. "It's allowed. It's a...loophole." He says with a smirk, "I wanted to feel all of you. Let you feel all of me."

“Maker.” You gasp, feeling how hot he is as he presses close. Instantly addicted to the feeling, you let him drag you over to him, practically laying on him. “You can do whatever you want with me, Din.” You admit quietly. “I would let you.”

He slides his hand along your back, "I can't give you everything. If I were any other Mando, we could speak our vows here and now and you could see my face. I can't - I don't want to promise you the galaxy and not fulfill my duties because I am duty bound to the kid...to Mandalore. I want to give you what you want but I can only give you this." He murmurs, wanting you to understand.

You try to understand what he is saying but you frown. “I just want to be with you.” You murmur, settling into his side and slowly sliding your own hand across his skin. “I’ve known I will never see your face, and I still lo- uh, wanted you.” You almost said it, but it would be foolish to confess your feelings when the man is literally saying that you can never be more to him than his partner in bed.

He catches what you nearly said and his heart stops. He cups your cheek, wishing he could see your face but he presses his forehead against yours. “I love you, cyar’ika. To me, you are my riduur. Please don’t misunderstand me. I want you. I love you. I’m trying to protect you.”

“What about me wanting to protect you?” You ask softly, leaning into his touch. “I don’t know what you are protecting me from, but I’ve already survived the Empire with you. The dangers of Mandalore. Everything.”

Din swallows harshly, knowing that he could be selfish, take you as his, but it’s hard to stomach that in case something happens to you. He’d never forgive him. “I’m protecting you from me. From the trouble that follows me.”

You snort, your eyes still closed as you shift to lay your head on his chest. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” You scoff. “You’ve always kept me safe, even when it meant putting yourself in danger.” You yawn and sigh. “It’s why I love you. You protect others. Me, the kid. Those that need you.” You smile softly to yourself. “You’re a hero.”

"Sleep, mesh'la." Din orders softly, caressing your spine, and he hears your breath even out after a few moments.

****

You blink, your body aching, and you smile as you remember what happened last night. You pat the bed and frown when you feel the cold and empty spot. He left. "To your left." Din says, kneeling by the bed.

Your eyes are naturally open, not registering that the lights are on. Or maybe it’s that you assume that Din would be wearing his armor, his helmet back in place. So when you turn your head to the left like he indicates, you are shocked when you see a warm pair of brown eyes staring back at you. “Dank ferik!” You yell, squeezing your eyes shut. “Shit, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry!”

Din watches your reaction and he reaches for your hand. “It’s okay, mesh’la. It’s okay.” He promises, “you can look at me.” You take a moment and blink as your eyes adjust until you finally look at him. “Hi.” He murmurs, taking in the sight of your beautiful face without his visor. “I want you to be my riduur. If you want that, repeat after me.” He says softly, squeezing your hand. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”

“What does that mean?” You ask, staring at him as if you are memorizing his face. He smiles and you swear your heart stops at how beautiful he is. "We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors." He explains softly, squeezing your hand again. “Mandalorian wedding vows.” Your gasp is followed up by his small chuckle. “I told you that you are mine.” He hums and you swallow harshly. “M-mhi solum-no, uh, solus tome….” You see him nod as you struggle through the lines. “Mhi solus dar’tome.” He reminds you and you quickly repeat, “mhi solus dar’tome.” You bite your lip and he supplies you with the last lines again patiently. “Mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde.” You finish, your voice steady as you stare into his eyes.

Din offers you a blinding smile, unable to believe you’re his riduur. “We are now one. We share all. Which means you can see my face. See all of me.” He tells you, “I wanted to give you everything. All of me.” He murmurs, squeezing your hand again.

“What changed your mind?” You ask, your free hand slowly reaching out to caress his cheek. He might not want the touch, so you give him time to pull away. “I would have taken whatever you could give me, even if I give you more than everything that I am.”

Din leans into your touch, "I imagined you with someone else and it killed me. I was stupid. I let my fears rule me and Mandalorians are never scared." He snorts, "but I am terrified to lose you. I love you, riduur. I need you." He confesses softly, letting you see all of me, the parts he conceals behind beskar.

“You have me.” You promise, leaning in and pressing your lips to his gently for your first kiss. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t pull back until you do. “And I’m going to stay with you.”

Din can’t help it, he surges forward to press his lips to yours. He’s sloppy, inexperienced, and he shifts to push you back onto the bed, his naked body covering yours in an effort to feel every inch of you against his bare flesh for the first time.

You groan at the feeling of his skin against yours. “Din.” He’s not the Mand’alor or a Mandalorian right now. Just a man, bare and vulnerable with you. The door to his quarters is locked and no one can interrupt you. Your hands sweep over his shoulder and down his sides, mapping scars from where someone has managed to injure him beneath the Beskar. “I love you.” You moan into his mouth.

Din groans, "I love you too." His hand caresses your neck until he's cupping your breast. "You are so beautiful." He murmurs, "so fucking perfect." His cock starts to harden against your thigh but he's in no rush as he kisses along your jaw.

You groan in bliss, feeling him start to get turned on. “We will raise warriors.” You muse. “Does that mean Mandalorians want kids?” You ask playfully, rolling your hips up to push against his cock.

Din chuckles, “yes, but only when we are ready.” He promises but his cock twitches at the thought of you full of his ad. He kisses down your neck until he’s satisfied that he has kissed every inch and then he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting.

“Din!” You are surprised by his eagerness to use his mouth on you. Reaching down, you start to tangle your fingers into his hair, the strands surprisingly soft and silky. “More, baby, oh maker, that feels so good.”

Your praise has his cock hardening and he loves how you feel under him. His tongue flicks over your nipple before he switches to the other one, taking it into his hot mouth while his hand squeezes the flesh of the one he just abandoned.

You give him complete control, whimpering praises as he pays lavish attention to your body. Worshiping you like you had never imagined he would. You knew he would fuck you good, giving you his cock hard and deep, but this is reverent. “My riduur.” The word is not one you would use, but it must be Mandoa and he groans in response, showing you that he likes it.

Din is eager to please and hearing you address him as your riduur has his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He has time to worship you. The kid is safe with the foundlings and he wants to spend his time tasting every inch of you. He wastes no time kissing down your stomach, eager to hear you moan his name, and he kisses until he is settled between your spread thighs. “Fuck.” He murmurs, eying your cunt and inhaling the heady scent of your arousal before he dives in. His tongue is sloppy and he has no idea what he’s doing except what he’s seen in holovids. He hopes he can please you.

You shiver and jolt in pleasure. Crying out, your fingers twist in his hair and you tug slightly. “Maker!” His tongue is searching and you look down to find his eyes fixed on your face. Watching you as he flicks his tongue and you moan at the sight of him between your thighs. “There.” You praise breathlessly.

Your moan of approval has him lapping at your clit. He loves it. He loves how you taste and he pays attention to your whines and whimpers, wanting to know what feels good to you. His fingers grip your thighs, keeping you steady while he unravels you with his tongue.

His touch starts to become more sure, confident as he licks through your folds. He is smart, almost too smart at times and he is quick to learn what you like most by your moans of approval. “Your tongue is as clever as your fingers.”

He chuckles into your flesh, loving the way you praise him, and he dives back in. He sucks your clit between his lips, closing his eyes as he hums against your flesh.

“Oh fuck.” You gasp, head tilting back as you moan. “Oh fuck, I’m so close.” Your stomach heaves and your thighs start to shake around his ears as he pulls you closer to the edge with every suck of his mouth.

His hands slide down to squeeze your ass, needing to feel you cum on his tongue, and he pushes his tongue deep into your pussy. His nose presses against your clit as he groans into your wet flesh.

That slight change in sensation sends you soaring. Feeling like you are in hyperspace as stars burst behind your eyes, making your vision go white as you cry out his name. “Din!” Your body bucks and twitches as your walls flood with your juices to soak his tongue and chin.

He swears he nearly cums himself then and there when your walls clamp down on his tongue. He groans, working you through it, and he knows he wants to do this over and over again. He’s addicted to how you taste and how you sound.

“You are a quick learner.” You praise breathlessly, giggling as you come down from your high. “That’s better than spice.”

He chuckles, kissing your thigh and he shifts up your body to press his lips to yours. He can’t get enough of kissing you. He loves it. He slides his tongue into your mouth, knowing you can taste yourself, and he loves it.

You hum in approval, slowly kissing him back and reaching down to wrap your hand around his throbbing cock. Starting to stroke him as he rocks into your hand while he keeps kissing you.

“I need to be inside you, riduur. I want to claim you.” He murmurs against your chin and you nod, shifting so you can position his cock at your entrance. He groans and slowly starts to push into you, loving the way you moan his name when he stretches you out again

It feels like he’s pushing so much deeper without the layers of armor and his clothing between you. His skin sliding against yours as he covers your body with his own. “I love you.” You murmur, tilting your head up to kiss his chin.

He groans, pressing his lips to yours as he starts to move inside you. “I love you too, mesh’la.” He murmurs and he starts to move inside you, loving the way you gasp as he stretches you out and he’s addicted. He loves how you feel gripping his cock.

This pace is different from last night. Last night, Mando was claiming your body and right now, Din is claiming your soul. It’s love making, soft and slow as if he has all the time in the galaxy. Lifting your legs, you hook them over his hips and start to move with him, groaning softly in pleasure from the way his cock spears into you.

He pants as you meet his thrust and he kisses every inch of skin he can reach. His hand slides up until it finds yours and he presses your joined hands into the pillow under your head. It’s slow and unhurried, so different to how he lives life. How he has to live life. “Riduur.” He murmurs against your jaw, “I love every part of you.”

“You are so perfect.” You coo, reaching up and caressing his cheek with your free hand. “It is such a shame that you have to hide such perfection behind your beskar.”

Din feels his chest tighten with your words, “I- I don’t know - I never thought I was much to look at.” He confesses, grinding into you and his cock twitching when he pulls back to look into your eyes and he sees the admiration there.

“You are so handsome.” You promise, knowing that you could gaze at him forever. Even if you know that he must put his helmet back on. “I am lucky. I am the only one who gets to see how handsome you are.”

Din offers you a smirk, pleased that you like how he looks, and he leans down to kiss you. “You are beautiful. Always thought it since the moment we met.” He confesses, “in that cantina.” He rocks into you a little faster, wanting to hear and feel you cum for him again.

“I thought I felt you looking at me.” You tease, breathless as he starts to pick up the pace. “Can never tell with that helmet on.”

“Always looking at you.” He promises, “can’t stop.” He squeezes your hand and lets go of it, his grip shifting to your thigh to bring it higher so he can sink deeper into you.

“There.” You whimper softly, eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Right there, Din. Fuck, you have the best cock. I’m gonna cum.”

He grunts, focusing on that spot, and he groans your name as you start to stiffen beneath him. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me.” He murmurs his demand, his dark eyes watching you as he pushes you towards your orgasm.

It doesn’t take long for him to work you up. Pressing inside you against that spot has you seeing stars. Until the last swing of his hips and you scream out his name. “Diiiiiin!”

Your scream of his name has him shaking above you and he hisses at the way you squeeze his cock. He pushes into you, working you through it and the emotions of the day are overwhelming. He can’t hold off like he did last night. It only takes a few more thrusts until Din pushes deep, his cock throbbing as he paints your walls with hot seed and your name is a strangled groan, spilling from his lips.

You caress his sweat sheened face as he collapses on top of you. “I love you, riduur.” You murmur softly. “Until the end of the galaxy .”

Din smiles, nudging your nose with his as he tries to catch his breath. “Until the end of the galaxy.” He promises and sighs, knowing that you will be by his side no matter what. He will protect you with his life. “Let’s get something to eat and then we can get the kid from his sleepover.” Din murmurs and you nod, caressing his back. “That sounds perfect.” Din smiles, rolling over so you are on his chest and he strokes your back, closing his eyes. He has everything he could ever ask for. He just has to fight to keep it now.

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m00ntunaart · 1 day ago

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Boba would like to tap that cultist lol

I like to imagine in a world where everything's good and nothing went wrong, a young adult Boba and Omega would meet and become friends (grudgingly on Boba's part).

They sometimes help each other out on missions and adventures they both get into. And after they will go hangout at a bar and have 'we're sibling but also not really' conversations.

This includes Omega making fun of Boba's new religious-cult friend, Din, before realizing Boba definitely, maybe LIKE-LIKES the sewer rat mandalorian lol.

(Also this technically is connected to my previous Bobadin/Omeva post)

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dumpster2001 · 1 day ago

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very old mandalorian sketches I did probably in 2022

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gingy7891 · 1 day ago

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Pedro Pascal at Jimmy Kimmel live

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Oh my gosh I LOVE THIS. So sweet, so cute and the visuals you create with your descriptions of the landscape are beautiful! 😍😍

Oh, Your Love Is Sunlight

Summary: Din takes you on a picnic date Rating: Teen Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader Word count: 2,106 Tags/warnings: Excessive fluff, feelings, food consumption (including meat and dairy; sorry to those who don’t partake, finding photos of vegan Star Wars food is hard!), fleeting thoughts about bunk-sharing, helmet removal, kissing, hand-holding, gift-giving Author’s note: Happy 1st Tumblr birthday, Moon Fairy Mina @evolnoomym! I made a moodboard for your first birthday party with the prompt “having a picnic date with Din”, and then I couldn’t stop myself from writing something to go with it. It ended up far fluffier than I usually aim for, though maybe I’ll write the smut that inevitably follows next year! Much love, darling 😘

Din instructs you to close your eyes until the loading ramp has fully descended, then guides you a few steps forward onto the sloped surface. The thrum of suspense rises in your gut like a hyperspace engine coming to life, only to be cut short when he has to dart back inside for forgotten supplies. With his grand reveal delayed, you’re left to interpret the world on which you’ve landed through your other senses.

You notice the air’s freshness first. After a whole week cooped up aboard the Crest, it hits your lungs like water on a parched throat, quenching your thirst for freedom. Warm sunlight caresses your skin while a soft breeze carries the heady perfume of grass and wildflowers. A low, static-like buzz mingles with a closer chorus of wildlife and birdsong, each sound weaving its own melody into the moment.

“Open your eyes,” Din commands at last, his smooth, modulated baritone adding a final note to this sensory symphony.

A gasp escapes your lips as you obey… the sight that unfolds is kriffing spectacular.

A verdant meadow stretches out before you, overlooking a sun-drenched valley beyond. The low background hum is the distant roar of waterfalls, where vast torrents of azure water plunge into a sparkling lake before winding through the valley to your right. Along the banks, large grazing creatures – shaaks, you think – lumber at their leisure. A tall, lush forest fringes the meadow to your left and behind the ship, its ancient canopy whispering secrets of a new world.

It’s breathtaking.

“Are we on Naboo?” Only that planet’s renowned vistas could rival this incredible display, but you can’t be there. It doesn’t match the heading you were on.

The Mandalorian shakes his helmet. “The biosphere is similar, but this world is in the Unknown Regions and, so far, it’s uninhabited. I discovered it by accident a couple years back. Once the Nav Guild drops a hyperspace marker out here, the New Republic will settle it fast, but it remains off the grid for now. What do you think?”

“It’s stunning, Din. Are we here for a bounty?” Your gaze drifts back to him – the only other thing in the galaxy that could rival the landscape’s splendour in your eyes. The sunlight glints in his armour as if he belongs among such beauty.

“No…” he replies, a trace of awkwardness in his tone as he gestures toward a basket by his side – the forgotten supplies. “I thought we could have… a picnic.” Before you can fully register your surprise, he adds in a soft, playful tone, “A… date?”

Astonishment renders you mute for several drawn-out moments, freezing you in rapturous inertia. Then, with a smile as radiant as the sun itself, you finally reply, “I’d love that.”

After months of pining for him, you’re not about to look a gift traladon in the mouth.

He spreads out a couple of blankets on the grass and begins unpacking the basket. As you watch him lay out enticing treats, it becomes clear why he’d insisted on making every meal for you both since his supply run at the last outpost yesterday. He’d filled the cooling chamber with surprises for this ‘date’.

When he extracts a chilled bottle of blue milk, a nostalgic lump forms in your throat. “You remembered!” you exclaim softly.

“Of course,” he responds warmly. “I drank it as a kid, too. We both have good memories attached to it.”

Din puts together a carefully crafted three-course meal. Hunks of bucco bread slathered with soft moof milk cheese and topped with slices of red fruit make for a simple but tasty starter. Next, he serves up a mouthwatering main course: cold cuts of nerf steak paired with vibrant purple topato mash and buckwheat noodles. Just when you think you’ve reached your limit, he unveils a plate of Parnassos swirl cake – squares of sweet, buttery, purple-swirled indulgence.

You eat back-to-back in the seamless rhythm you’ve become used to – his helmet near at hand, of course. After months of gaining his trust, removing it to eat together was a welcome victory, and you don’t take it for granted. Instead, you savour the resonance of his unfiltered voice as you each describe your favourite things in the galaxy (besides this delicious food and epic view).

You can’t find the words to confess that he’s one of your favourite things.

After the meal, you lay back on the blanket, digesting both the sumptuous food and the surreal notion that this is a genuine date.

It’s been nearly a year since Din first took you aboard, and almost six months since Grogu left for his Jedi training. In the wake of their parting, you brought the grieving Mandalorian to your homeworld and looked after him while he brooded. With his ship destroyed, he seemed grateful to have a ‘home base’ of sorts when he started taking bounty missions to finance a replacement Razor Crest. There was never any doubt that you would fly away with him again once Peli found him a new ship.

You’ve always been close, but it’s never been anything more than mutual respect and a deep friendship – or so you believed. Perhaps you aren’t the only one who’s spent your nights wishing you could crawl into your shipmate’s bunk. The idea of two warm bodies pressed together softens the chill of deep space and makes the galaxy seem that little bit less lonely.

A rustling beside you interrupts your reverie. Curious, you prop yourself on your elbows to find Din unbuckling his belt and lifting off his bandolier, his cloak already a charcoal pool behind him. As he begins to unfasten his cuirass, you comment, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take your armour off outside the ship before.”

“Who’s gonna see?” he drawls, his tone laced with a secret smile. “Even the shaaks are too far away now to catch a glimpse.”

Despite his relaxed demeanour, you notice how he extracts his blaster from its holster, resting it within easy reach at the blanket’s edge. The beskar may come off, but the warrior remains.

Once he’s down to his flight suit, he rolls up the sleeves and unzips the front, revealing his dark undershirt. This is virtually naked for Din.

You offer an approving smile. “Way to relax, bounty hunter – I’m impressed.”

“Yeah? Good,” he rasps, those two husky syllables igniting a surge of desire within you.

Then, once again, he catches you off guard. Reaching up, he does the unthinkable. He removes his helmet.

“Din!” you exclaim, clamping your eyes shut and laying back on the blanket to direct your now unseeing eyes at the sky instead of his uncovered face. You press a hand across them for good measure. “A little warning, maybe?”

“You already saw my face when Grogu left,” he reasons, though his words only deepen your confusion.

“Yeah, but then you put your helmet back on and haven’t taken it off since,” you counter. As you protest, you feel him lift your hand away from your eyes, but you keep them firmly closed. “What— why— your creed, Din!”

“It’s already broken; the transgression has been committed. I’ve just been… hiding behind my helmet ever since. But you’ve already seen me, and nothing will change if you see me again now.” Still holding the hand he just peeled off your face, his voice grows warm and resolute as he implores, “Look at me, cyar’ika. Please.”

It feels surreal – perhaps you’re dreaming or teetering on the edge of sanity – but you can’t deny him what he so earnestly requests.

Slowly, you relax your eyelids and blink them open, expecting to see your stoic Mandalorian. Instead, you encounter a nervous, messy-haired, forty-something knockout, propped up on his elbow and hovering over you. He’s just as gorgeous as you remember, except his eyes are no longer shadowed by sadness; now, they sparkle with an unspoken promise.

For several long, heavenly moments, you simply gaze at one another, absorbing this rare, unrestricted view – the second mind-blowing sight of the day. The fluffy clouds drift onwards overhead, the waterfalls cascade endlessly into the churning lake, and the blazing sun edges ever closer to the horizon. This beautiful world spins on, yet you see only each other.

Before long, you notice Din’s focus keeps drifting lower, and when you wet your lips, he audibly inhales. You watch him wet his own in kind before his eyes dart back to yours beneath a questioning eyebrow.

A soft smile, an encouraging nod – that’s all it takes. And suddenly, he’s kissing you. It’s tentative and shy – he moves with a gentle hesitance that makes you reach up and cup his cheek, urging him to let go. He breaks off to draw a steadying breath… once, twice. Then his lips return to yours with greater passion – eagerness filling in for his obvious inexperience.

You soon find a reciprocal rhythm, slowly deepening the kiss until every touch of his tongue against yours sends sparks crackling through your body. With low hums, you encourage what you like, and his impressive ability to observe and learn soon elevates him to the best kisser you’ve ever known.

When he finally pulls away, he remains close, hovering above you with kiss-swollen lips. “So, how am I doing?” he asks.

“How are you doing?” you echo, unsure what he means.

“The date,” he clarifies softly. “Mandalorian dating mostly involves sparring; this kind of thing is… new to me. Is it what you hoped for?”

Flustered by his assumption that you’d hoped for any kind of date, you stammer, “Y-yeah… it’s wonderful. You’re doing… kriffing amazing.”

Relief washes over his features, and you marvel at seeing it on his face as well as in his body language.

“Cara suggested the picnic, but I planned the details myself,” he confesses, explaining how he knew you wanted this.

Nevarro’s marshal has been your confidante for months, though she swore she’d never tell Din of your feelings for him, conceding it could only complicate your friendship.

“So… she told you? About… me liking you… like this?” you ask, put out by her broken promise.

He smiles at your euphemism. “Only after I told her that I like you… like this. Then she threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t act on it.”

You snicker as you realise you’ve both been as foolish as one another, instantly forgiving Cara’s breach of trust in pursuit of your happiness.

Looking into his sparkling brown eyes, you shake your head and whisper, “This is crazy. I never imagined you’d feel the same way – that what I’ve been feeling all this time could ever be mutual.”

Din closes the distance once more, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before murmuring, “Oh, ner mesh’la dinii, it’s mutual, trust me.” You pull him back in for a deeper kiss, slowly and blissfully making out as the sun begins to dip below the horizon.

When it’s time to leave, Din carries his armour back to the Crest while you pack away the picnic things. You watch your gorgeous, messy-haired man return to your picnic spot against a blazing sky, the lake beneath reflecting amber flames.

As you take a final, lingering look at the vista below, he steps up behind you, pressing in close. His arms encircle you, drawing you back against his unarmoured chest, and he whispers, “I have something for you.”

Before you can speak, he raises his hand and uncurls his fingers. And there, nestled in his palm, a silver mudhorn pendant sparkles in the vestiges of sunlight. Your breath catches as you recognise his clan symbol – a silent declaration that you are his family.

Swallowing tears that dare to betray your emotion, you can offer only a breathy whisper in response. “Stars, it’s… I— thank you so much.”

You long to voice the thousand other words that churn within – that you consider him family too, that you’re in love with him, that you’d happily spend the rest of your life with him. Yet you hold them all back. Words have never been your way, nor Din’s.

Gestures are your language.

Once he’s lowered the mudhorn around your neck, you turn to face him, drawing him close and resting your foreheads together in a wordless Mandalorian kiss.

When you part, your hands entwine as you saunter back to the ship, savouring the setting sun’s enduring glow. You came here as friends, but you leave as something more. And with this planet’s sun-drenched beauty etched in your memories, even the darkest corners of the galaxy don’t seem so lonely anymore.

Translations:

cyar’ika [SHAH-ree-kah] – sweetheart/darling

ner mesh’la dinii [ner MESH-lah DEE-nee] – my beautiful lunatic

Just a few notes in case anyone’s interested:

Yeah, the title is a Hozier lyric. Unoriginal, I know, but I couldn’t come up with anything decent!

The first photo in the moodboard is actually Naboo; it’s from Episode II: Attack of the Clones when Anakin and Padme have their picnic up in the Lake Country (I just cropped them out), so technically, it’s Lake Como in Italy.

Definitions: Shaaks are grazing animals, mostly raised as livestock because of their massive bodies, and are the SWU’s equivalent of sheep. The Unknown Regions is an area of the galaxy that isn’t mapped. The Nav Guild is responsible for mapping the galaxy. Hyperspace markers (also called navigation buoys) mark coordinates to keep ships on course, and all planets and astronomical objects have one. A traladon is a Corellian animal, but they use “gift traladon” across the galaxy in the same expression we use on Earth (“don’t look a gift horse in the mouth”), meaning one shouldn’t question a gift. A cooling chamber is a refrigerator. Blue milk is the SWU’s ubiquitous version of cow’s milk and comes from banthas. Bucco bread is a type of golden loaf made from grain farmed on planets in the Outer Rim. Soft moof milk cheese is the equivalent of ricotta cheese and comes from the milk of moofs (SWU goats). Red Fruit is the in-universe name for tomatoes. Nerfs are another type of cattle, rather like buffalo. Topato is the Star Wars word for potato, and though they’re usually green, we have purple potatoes on Earth, so I figured they’d have purple topatoes in the SWU. Buckwheat noodles are usually from Corellia, but I assume they can be made anywhere. Parnassos swirl cake looks and sounds fucking delicious.

Screw canon and that stupid midlife-crisis N1 starfighter – I prefer to imagine that Peli got Din a new Razor Crest like he asked for.

A note on the images in the moodboard: I want to reassure everyone that I don’t use AI when creating images for my fics; I use an ancient and outdated program called Adobe Photoshop CS4, which was released 17 years ago (well before AI even existed). I do my best to manually extract, layer and blend elements from different images, then tweak them until I’ve created the image I want. It takes forever, but my blood, sweat and tears go into the process, and I take pride in doing it myself. Once I have the images, I use Canva for moodboard layouts.

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