#the marshal of mos pelgo

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Send help my new dincobb is 5200 words and they haven't even started flirting, fuck me dude

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slideshow The Marshal of Mos Pelgo™ himself! The legendary Timothy Olyphant checks out the Cobb Vanth™ Sixth Scale Figure by Hot Toys!

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In a Perfect World, You Love Me [i]

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: injury, mentions of blood, cursing, derogatory name calling, forced drug exposure, hallucinations, light smut, angst, and some angst, and a little more angst just to top it off (actually this isn’t nearly as heartbreaking as some stuff i’ve written before lol), self doubt, anxiety, also cobb vanth is here. it’s not a warning but i love him so i wanted to mention it.🤷🏻‍♀️

word count: 6,961

Summary: On the way to visit an old friend, you and Mando find trouble. Both of you are subjected to a drug that puts you in your perfect world. But, when you can’t tell what’s real and what isn’t, how do you know what to trust?

a/n: bitches be planning out short drabbles about heart break only for it to turn into a long wordy mess. it’s me. i’m bitches. anybody know the show supernatural? it’s a show about like dramatic ass sad brothers who travel the country fighting monsters? (i know you know i’m being sarcastic). i watched that one episode where the djinn puts dean in like a dream world and it inspired this. i wanted to name it ‘din djarin’s djinn dream’ but that seemed a bit too on the nose.

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“sometimes it is not love that breaks your heart. it is disappointment.”

-r.m. drake

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Grogu was safe. That was the first thought that came to mind. You were so incredibly grateful that Mando had decided to leave the small child with Peli at the shop. It had been a last minute call. Weirdly, you were also thankful that you hadn’t stayed behind. You nearly did. Traveling through the Dune Sea was an absolutely miserable experience between the heat and the sand. It would have been so much more comfortable to just sit in the shop, cuddle with Grogu, and watch Peli con her customers.

However, when Mando mentioned he was going to Mos Pelgo you jumped at the chance to visit Cobb Vanth. It had been ages since you last saw the man, and you were eager to catch up with the marshal. So you climbed onto Mando’s rented land speeder, wrapped your arms around his beskar armor, and the two of you set off. What was supposed to be a simple day trip to greet an old friend and ask for a favor turned into a Maker forsaken nightmare.

Your face was throbbing in pain, you tasted blood in your mouth, and you were fairly certain your right wrist was broken based on the swelling and discoloration. Despite all of that, despite the pain and fear, the thought occurred to you once more. You were so thankful you were here. 

“How pathetic.” The smuggler cackled amongst his small crew. “You’re going to protect the Mandalorian from us? You dumb bitch.”

Five dangerous men stood at the rim of the pit you were trapped in while Mando laid motionless behind you. There was a bit of blood pooling from out of the bottom of his helmet, onto the sand, and the only comfort you had that Mando was still with you was the slow rise and fall of his chest. 

The smugglers had set a trap that Mando and you had fallen right into. As your land speeder tripped a wire it caused a blast that had both of you falling into a pit. The damned thing was deep enough to leave both of you injured and you prayed that your injuries were worse than Mando’s and he was just out cold for a moment. Your attackers began to argue amongst one another and you stayed on high alert. Mando and you were fish in a barrel. They could rain blaster fire down on you and there would be nothing you could do about it. The only reason you hadn’t grabbed Mando’s blaster to fire up is because you didn’t want to trigger a massacre.

“Shoot her dead then climb down and collect the beskar. Easy.” One smuggler scoffed and pulled out his blaster. You flinched but the loudest of the men, the leader, shoved the blaster’s aim away from you. “What?”

“The moment we try and get off world we’re gonna get stopped by those damned pirates again.” He snapped. “We keep the girl alive and hand her over as the tax we pay to pass free. We keep all the Mandalorian’s armor to ourselves.”

“Who’d want a bitch over beskar?”

“Oh, trust me.” The lead smuggler chuckled and the sound made you cringe. You set your hand in Mando’s gloved one and wished more than anything his grip would tighten around you rather than stay limp. “I know the man running the show right now, and he’s got a weakness for pretty little things.”

You tried to hide the tremble that shook your frame and you whispered for Mando to wake up⏤ for him to hear you. The lead smuggler opened his bag and you grasped Mando’s blaster. As threateningly as you could manage, you barked out. “You come down here and I’ll kill you. You hear me?!”

“Aw, she’s got some bite. Maybe we should keep her instead.”

“Shut the hell up.” The lead snapped and continued to root through his bag. “Where the kriff is that damned spice bomb?” Your eyebrows furrowed. Spice was bad news. It wasn’t something you ever wanted to touch. You had seen what the addiction could do to people, and you had a very bad feeling about what a spice bomb would be. “There it is.”

Panic hit you, and you lifted the blaster to start firing but the leader tossed a glowing red ball down into the pit and the smugglers dove away from the hole. The ball exploded mid way down into a cloud of red dust that rained down on you and Mando. You tried to cover your mouth and nose with the bottom of your shirt, but it was to no avail. Your entire body grew heavy, collapsing on top of Mando’s chest, and a sharp, tingling sensation washed over you before your eyes fell shut.

Din woke with a start⏤ panting and desperate for air. His mind was filled with a heavy fog that he tried to swim through to gather his bearings. There had been a wire. Din noticed it much too late and he remembered the ground swallowing you and him whole. You. Your scream was the last thing he could recall. 

His hands drifted to his face and Din hated that it was only then that he noticed he wasn’t wearing a helmet. He blamed the fog. Din scrambled about the soft bed he realized he was tucked into as he searched the space around him for his armor. Din was in a bedroom he didn’t recognize wearing only a pair of sleep pants. Dank farrik. Din leapt out of bed but stumbled rather than landed with any amount of grace. Where was he? Where were you?? 

He forced himself to take a steadying breath and centered himself. 

The bedroom was small. Only a large bed, a clothing dresser, and two nightstands on either side of the bed. The walls were painted a soft blue, two doors leading out, and one wall had a window that spanned nearly the entire length of the room. Din blinked in confusion. Outside was a bustling city with towering pillar-like buildings and early morning light spilling down through holes in the upper shelf casting light on a city that was very much alive. Din knew where he was. He just didn’t know how he got here or how this was even possible.

“Sundari?” He breathed in shock. Din had only seen images of the cities of Mandalore. Sundari, the domed capital city, being the most infamous of all. This must have been a dream. Exactly how hard had he hit his head in the fall?

Din, in all his distraction, hadn’t even noticed the sound of running water until it stopped. He spun on his heel and stared at the door in the corner which must have led into a fresher. Din wasn’t alone. His hand snapped to his hip for his blaster but met air. Maker, he’d be happy when this concussion finally passed. He scanned the room for any kind of weapon he could use and as he grasped the nightstand drawer he froze. Sitting on top of the small table was a holo image being projected up from a disk as decor.

It was a photo of you and Grogu. Din narrowed his eyes at it in confusion. The two of you were at a park of some kind, but he couldn’t recall where or when this had occurred. The door opened, making Din jump in surprise. Fine, concussion or not, he’d fight his way out by hand. However, as if he couldn’t possibly be caught more off guard, you stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?” You stepped toward him and Din stayed frozen in place. Your hands came up to run across his bare chest before settling on his waist where you continued to trace your fingertips up and down in a repetitive pattern. There was so much happening at once that Din didn’t even know what to think. It didn’t help that the moment your skin touched his, his mind seemed to short circuit. “I was trying to let you sleep in for at least a little.”

Ever since you had confessed to him weeks ago that you wanted more than just a friendship Din had been plagued with dreams of you. Visions of you moaning under him as he buried himself into your warmth, of you riding his cock while his hands explored your body, of him simply holding you in his arms and memorizing your features unimpeded by his helmet. But never had it ever felt this real. 

“Din?” You tilted your head. Hearing his name from your lips, he shuddered. How was this happening? You staring up at his bare face and whispering his name in concern. 

Din tried to open his mouth and speak, but his voice had left him. When you confessed to him, it had taken every fiber of his being to not react. As much as he cared about you, as badly as he wanted you, he knew it was a bad idea. Din knew he had to draw a line to keep you safe. He was dangerous and Din knew it was selfish of him to keep you and Grogu around despite that. He always figured the two of you would go your separate ways when the jedi were found and Grogu was delivered, but Din would never be able to say good-bye to you if he crossed that line. So he lied. Told you he didn’t feel the same and walked away leaving you teary eyed and broken hearted. 

You frowned. Your eyebrows furrowed and he had the overwhelming urge to smooth out your brow with his fingers. Trace every inch of your face with his hands. “You look sad, love.” You lifted your hands to cup his face. “Did you have that nightmare again?”

“Wh⏤What?” Din’s voice was quiet and ragged.

“We’re safe now. You don’t have to worry.” You caressed his cheek. “Me, you, and Grogu. We’re all safe. We have a home. Our days of running are over.”

Din shook his head. “No, no. We were in the Dune Sea. I⏤I missed the trip wire and we fell. You were hurt. We⏤”

“Din, that was so long ago. Out of all the bantha shit we’ve dealt with I’m surprised that memory is the one plaguing you.” You said.

Din pulled out of your arms. “It wasn’t. It just happened. You’re lost⏤ You’re hurt. I have to⏤”

“I’m not lost. I’m not hurt. I’m safe, right here with you, in our home. Grogu is still sleeping down the hall. There’s no place safer for our son and I.” You set your hands on his chest once more. “Grogu with his buir, and I with my riduur.”

Din was so shocked by the Mando’a that left your lips that he didn’t even register the soft kiss you pressed in the middle of his chest. Right where his iron heart would be if he had his armor on. You stepped away from him, walking to the dresser off to the side, and Din watched you go until you let the towel fall from your body. He forced his gaze up to the ceiling to keep from staring. Something felt wrong. Was this a dream? Was he dead?

Din didn’t trust the world around him.

You startled awake. A cloud of panic and fear drowning you.

“Mando!?” The nickname left your lips before you even registered a thought. You scrambled to sit up, arms reaching out to try and find purchase, but it was too dark to see anything.  Even without your sight, something felt familiar about the material under your body and the comforting smell surrounding you, but the last memory of the smugglers dropping the spice bomb had too much adrenaline rushing through your body for you to think properly. 

The wall in front of you shot up with a metallic click and a light blinded you. Hands grabbed your calves and you screamed again trying to kick them off. “Mesh’la! You’re safe!” Mando’s modulated voice filled the air. “You’re on the Razor Crest. You’re in my bunk.”

Your eyes adjusted to the light and you recognized your setting. That’s why it was familiar. Mando’s scent surrounded you as you were nestled in the blankets and pillow he used to sleep. Standing at the bunk’s entrance was the Mandalorian himself. He looked unharmed, but he always looked unharmed when he was covered from head to toe in his beskar.

“Mando!” You cried in alarm and launched yourself at him. He didn’t complain when you wrapped your arms around him tightly. Mando simply held onto you and kept you from knocking him over. This should be awkward considering how he had bluntly said he felt nothing for you only weeks ago. But, you were so relieved that he was safe and alive that you didn’t care. His hands rubbed your back soothingly as he mumbled soft reassurances. “I thought you⏤ I thought we⏤”

“We’re safe, mesh’la.” Mando replied.

You leaned back and he kept his arms around you. “What happened? The last thing I remember…” It hurt to try and pull the memory out of your own head. Spice bomb. Red dust had rained over you and Mando. You passed out on top of him. “The⏤The bomb.”

“It knocked you out.” Mando said. “My helmet filtered it out, I think. I woke up with you on top of me and the smugglers were climbing down. We fought. I won. Then I carried you back to Peli’s.”

“All of that happened?”

“We’re in hyperspace now.”

“How,” You shook your head, “How long was I out?”

“Two days. The spice hit your systems hard. I was⏤” Mando cleared his throat, the sound scratchy through the modulator. “I was worried about you, mesh’la.”

It was only then you realized you still had your hands resting on his shoulders and he had his own wrapped around your waist as you sat on your knees⏤ the bunk making the two of you eye level. You swallowed nervously. “I, uh, it was you I was worried about. Your head. I thought I saw blood when you were out cold.”

“Small injury. Only took one round of bacta to clear up.”

“Good.”

“You, on the other hand,” Mando mumbled. He brushed his gloved fingers across your face. The touch lingered on your cheekbone. The same one that had hit the ground hard enough to make your face throb. Mando pulled his other hand away to wrap around your non-bruised and non-swollen wrist. How much bacta had he used to get all your injuries healed in two days? “Mesh’la, I am so sorry.”

You shook your head. “None of that was your fault.”

Mando kept quiet, as if he didn’t agree but didn’t know what else to say. The sound of a soft coo made you lean forward and peer around the edge of the bunk where Grogu was standing by the ladder leading up to the cockpit. He lifted his arms and waddled closer. Mando released you to pick the small child up. Grogu whined until Mando set him in your lap and you didn’t hesitate to cuddle the boy to your chest.

Thank the Maker, he hadn’t been with the two of you. You let out another sigh of relief. It seemed like you and Mando had gotten out of the pit by luck alone and you don’t know what you would’ve done if Grogu had been harmed during the whole thing.

“Here. Let’s get you some food.” Mando set a hand on your elbow to help you slide out of the bunk. What caught you off guard was when he let his hand travel from your arm to your lower back as he led you toward the ladder. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his entire frame. Mando was a good man. It wasn’t the shiny, silver metal of a Mandalorian you were attracted to or the reputation of a dangerous and strong bounty hunter. You had fallen for the kind and protective man who hid under both of those roles. Mando’s head turned to stare back at you and a thrill went down your spine. He whispered your name.

You took a step away and cleared your throat. Mando let his arm fall away. Your obsession with him, your stupid idiotic crush on him, had you misreading signals left and right. The only reason you had confessed was because you convinced yourself that he was shooting you lingering looks and that every brush of his hand against you was purposeful and not a mistake made in passing. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled. Mando had made his position clear, and you were done crossing the lines and boundaries he had set.

“Can you get up to the flight deck alright?” Mando asked and you nodded. “I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Mando tilted his head toward the ladder and he waited until you began to climb⏤ as if he was worried you’d fall off mid-way up. When you got upstairs, you settled into the co-pilot’s chair with Grogu in your lap and stared out at the blurring lines of hyperspace. A small smile settled on your features.

The world around you was right again.

Din felt more like himself once he had his armor on. It still felt like the world around him was spinning and nothing made sense, but his beskar was like a heavy, impenetrable comfort blanket. He sat in a kitchen, helmet on, as he stared out at Sundari through a window that sat near a dining table. It seemed the home around him was part of a tower inside the domed city, and Din still couldn’t wrap his brain around that. The sound of footsteps startled him and he turned in time to see you padding down the hall with Grogu in your arms. He pushed to stand⏤ seeing the small child putting him at ease.

“Why do you have your helmet on?” You asked after handing Grogu to him. The child bounced in his arms chanting a recognizable sound asking for food. “Are you leaving already? Don’t you want breakfast?”

Din stayed quiet. You moved around the kitchen with the ease of someone who did this regularly, and he watched you make a meal. It didn’t make sense, he didn’t understand, but he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt toward you being so domestic. Especially after you had just claimed that he was your partner, your husband, your riduur.

“Come here, cutie.” You cooed to Grogu and he let you take the boy from him. You set him in a little high chair and set a bowl of food in front of him. As per usual, Grogu didn’t hesitate to begin scarfing down what was in front of him. You lovingly pressed a kiss to his head then walked over to lean at the corner of the kitchen island next to him. “Din, please talk to me.” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “You’re starting to scare me.”

“I’m sorry, Mesh’la.” He sighed. 

You had shifted even closer to the bar stool he sat on. Din tensed when your hands settled on his thighs and you stepped between them. Slowly, you took his hand in yours and began to peel his gloves off. Din sucked in a breath, but couldn’t find a complaint to speak. You did the same thing with his other hand. Finally, your hands rested on his helmet, but you didn’t move. Not until Din gave a small nod. You pulled his helmet off carefully, respectfully resting it on the counter, and Din felt his features soften as he stared at you. Maker, you were beautiful.

“Din, listen to me, I love you.” You said. A pretty smile spread across your features and you took his face between your hands. “But if you don’t tell me what’s going on, I am going to kick your ass.” He chuckled and leaned into your touch. Was Din losing his mind? If this was insanity, it felt so good that Din really didn't think he minded. “Are you… Are you having one of your mornings?”

“One of my… mornings?” Din furrowed his brow.

“You know, when the nightmare doesn’t end.” You whispered.

Din shook his head. “This isn’t a nightmare. It’s a dream. A dream I don’t deserve.” He let his hands rest on top of yours with the plan to pull them away, but he was too weak to actually go through with it. Din sighed, “I lied to you.” A flash of confusion crossed your features. “I said I didn’t care about you in the same way you felt about me, but it was a lie. From the moment you stepped onto the Razor Crest I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. Mesh’la, you are my world.”

“Din, are you…” You paused then a small laugh left you, “Maker, are you talking about when we were trying to get to Mos Pelgo, still? I confessed to you and then we got caught weeks later and…” You shook your head. “Don’t scare me like that. When you said you were sorry and you lied, I was worried something had happened. It’s just a bad morning. They always pass.”

“What are you talking about?” Din asked.

“Fine. I’ll jump start your memory.” You pushed up on your tiptoes and then sat on his thigh. Naturally, his hands went around your waist to keep you from falling and your hands wrapped around his neck. “You confessed to me. It happened months later. You’re an incredible bounty hunter, but you move slow as hell, Din.” He narrowed his eyes. “It was right after we decided to keep Grogu with us. Become a real family. For the record, it also took you way too long to propose to me too.”

Din could picture it all and it made everything so much more confusing. Had that happened? No. Not yet. Yet? Had he meant to think of that word? Yet? Din wasn’t planning any of that, but it sounded right. No part of him thought he deserved you or Grogu, but Maker this was what he always wanted. It was the life he craved, but was too broken to admit aloud. 

“But,” Din tried to find a tether to hold him in reality, “Sundari. We live in Sundari? Mandalore is dead.”

“No, it wasn’t. The poison the Empire caused faded away. We rebuilt.” The sound of a door chime made you glance over your shoulder. “Kriff. She’s here early.” You slid off his lap. “Grogu, we’re gonna be late! Let’s get you cleaned up so Soran can walk you to school.”

Din watched you scoop Grogu up, the boy gave him a wave he returned numbly, and the two of you disappeared down the hall. Were his fears the reason he was confused? What if what you said was right? He was just trapped in a nightmare and it was keeping him from living his life. Din had finally taken the leap, taken the chance, and found his perfect home. Now, his fear was crawling back and trying to ruin it again. Din always did this. He always fought himself. It was why he had denied your initial confession and wasted so much time in the first place.

Moments passed, he could hear you moving around the home with Grogu. Until finally the door chime rang again. Din stood up and faced the hall. Seconds later, you stepped back into view. You gave him a bright smile. 

“Alright, where were we?”

Fully accepting this for what it was, Din marched toward you. Your feet came to a stuttering stop and an excitement filled your eyes. You knew what he was doing before even he knew entirely. Din basically tackled you, pressing your body as tight as he could to his chest, and crushed his lips to yours. You responded immediately. Your hands wrapping around his neck as his tongue found it’s way past your lips. Din let his hands trail down your back, over your ass, under your thighs, and with ease began to pick you up. Just like with the kiss, you were on the same page as he was. You jumped just enough for him to lift you off the ground and your legs wrapped around his waist⏤ locking your ankles at his back. 

Din had planned to carry you down the hall, back to the bedroom, but he felt you grind against him and that plan went right out the window. He slammed you against the wall, lips leaving yours to trail down your neck. Maker, he wanted you. Keeping you pinned to the wall with his hips, relying on your grip around his waist and neck, Din pulled his hands away so he could grab the collar of your shirt. He ripped it down to the middle of your torso so his mouth could reach your breasts.

“I liked that shirt, you know.” You gasped, but the way you kept trying to find friction against his hard on told him you didn’t like it all that much.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Din replied before leaving open mouth kisses down your chest. One hand went back to cup around your thigh and the other yanked your breast band down so his mouth could wrap around your nipple. The unholy moan that left your lips nearly made him come undone right then and there.

“You’re going to be late to work. They need you today.”

“Mesh’la, I don’t kriffing care.” Din said after pulling his lips away from your breast. His mouth found its way back to yours and after leaving a messy kiss there he pulled away only far enough to speak. “As far as I’m concerned the only place I’m needed is right between your thighs.” 

Din licked into your mouth, and he was startled when your hands untangled from around his neck. Then, with great proficiency, you began to unlatch his armor. His vambrace and left pauldron fell to the ground with a heavy thunk. “How did you do that so fast? How’d you know where the latches were?”

“I’m your wife, dummy.” You unlatched his right one, it joined the other on the floor, then you ripped the cloak out from under the top of his chest piece and pulled down on the collar of his shirt so you could leave too soft, teasing kisses against the hollow of his throat. “Now, either keep carrying me down the hall to our bed or drop me on the floor⏤ I don’t care, I just need you to fuck me.”

Din was not going to make it to the bedroom.

You rose from your seat with Grogu nestled in your arms sleeping. It hadn’t taken long for the boy to fall asleep between the warmth of your arms and the silence of hyperspace. As you drifted toward the door, Mando spoke up.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna put him in his hammock is all.” You whispered.

Mando glanced over his shoulder at you then nodded. “Good. Come back up when you’re done.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise but you gave him a quiet confirmation before leaving the cockpit. You made your way down the ladder slowly and carefully so you didn’t wake or drop the little green gremlin snoring against your chest. You chuckled and rubbed his back while crossing the cargo hold. When you set him in the hammock, he stirred briefly and you took the time to lightly rock the hammock while humming him a lullaby. Only when you were convinced he had fallen back into a restful sleep did you find your way back to the cockpit.

“He’s down for the count.” You joked and dropped back into your chair.

Mando flipped a few switches on the panel before spinning the pilot’s seat so he was facing you. Your eyes widened and you shifted awkwardly in place. The weight of his heavy stare on you was intense. It burned into you and for a brief second you were sure he could see straight into your soul.

“What’s going on?” You asked. “You okay?”

“I could’ve lost you.” Mando whispered. “I don’t know what I would have done.”

“It’s over, Mando. We don’t have to think about it anymore.”

“It’s not over, mesh’la. There will always be another fight, another opportunity for someone to take you from me.” He argued. 

Mando wasn’t wrong. Your lives were a constant battle to maintain the upper hand over all the people trying to take Grogu and harm both of you. It was the exact reason why you had found the courage to confess to him in the first place. You stupidly convinced yourself that you didn’t want to lose anymore time⏤ waste another second. The silence in the cockpit was agonizing. You wanted so badly to break it, but you had no idea what to say to do so.

Luckily, Mando did not have that same problem.

“Come here, mesh’la.” He motioned you toward him with the curling motion of his fingers. You swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in the middle of your throat like a rock. “Please.” The word was spoken softly, but there was a firm undertone that made it feel less like a request and more like a command. You stood up and took the single shaky step that was required to put you in his reach. Mando’s hands found your hips and he startled you by pulling you into his lap. With a yelp of surprise, you were forced to rest your knees on the outside of his thighs. The moment you were situated Mando spread his own thighs further so each of your legs were pinned between him and the chair and you were even more open to him. “Oh, sweet girl…”

“Mando. What⏤ What are you doing?” You whispered. Your entire face felt hot⏤ kriff, every inch of you felt hot.

He shook his head, his hands roaming up and down your sides, “I never should have said no to you. What happened, it made me realize how much,” Mando raised a gloved hand to your face, “how much I care about you.”

“Wait, really?” You breathed. It was the stupidest kind of response to give and you hated that you just blurted it out. Mando chuckled in response, and you shook your head. “Mando, maybe you’re just… feeling this way because what happened was so fresh. We should give it a little time⏤”

“I spent two days waiting for you to open those pretty eyes for me, sweet girl.” Mando cut in. “I’m not losing another second with you.”

The hand fell from your face to rest on your shoulder and, with the other still on your hip, Mando pressed you down on top of him. He shifted his own hips so he could drag the hard bulge in his pants against your core. A sharp gasp of surprise left your lips. Mando kept you pressed against him and when he dragged his hip against yours again the sensation caused you to groan this time.

“Dank farrik.” Mando grunted as he bucked up against you⏤ this time you moved your own hips to add to the friction and he moaned. The sound of him losing control shot straight to your core and you let your hands rest on his chest so you could grind into him more. Maker, you wanted to hear that sound again.

Mando sat up straight and the only thing keep you from tumbling off his lap was the hand he wrapped around your waist. He reached past you, hands hitting switches and buttons, and suddenly the entire panel of flickering lights went dead. “Mando?” You questioned. He hit one more switch and you glanced over your shoulder to watch as the windows darkened until the lights of hyperspace couldn’t be seen. Nothing could be seen. A hiss of pressure release, then a hand took hold of your jaw to turn you back so you faced forward.

“Mesh’la.” Mando whispered. Before you had only heard his unmodulated voice from a distance, as he was eating out of sight or lying in his bunk with the door closed. But, now it was closer than you could ever imagine. He mumbled your name and you could feel the movement of his lips just barely brushing against yours⏤ his hot breath on your face. “Say you want me, mesh’la.”

You took in a deep breath and nodded. “I want you, Mando. I’ve always wanted you.”

Rather than pressing his lips to yours as you wanted, Mando lifted you with ease and pressed you against the control panel. Something sharp was jabbing you in the back, but you didn’t care. Mando’s leather gloves roughly yanked your pants down, underwear and all. You had lifted your hips just enough to help him, but when you lowered yourself back into a seated position you hissed at the cold metal against your bare skin. 

You lifted your hands to find his shoulders, you wanted to feel his face, but Mando’s hands grabbed you by the wrists and pinned them to the panel by your head. He leaned over you and slowly dragged his hard cock, hidden behind his flight suit, against your already dripping wet lips⏤ but it wasn’t the only lips you wanted touched.

“Kiss me, please.” You begged and tried to lift your head to find his, but he leaned back just enough to avoid you. “Mando, I want to feel you⏤ all of you⏤ please.”

“Not yet, mesh’la. Be patient.” His entire weight was pressing down on you. “Good girls are patient, and only good girls get rewarded. Is that what you want, mesh’la? To be my good girl?” You nodded, breathless from the agonizingly slow way he was grinding into you. “Words, mesh’la.”

“Yes.” You gasped. “Please, Mando, please⏤”

“How lucky am I?” Mando hummed. “To have such a pretty girl begging under me. I’ve wanted to make you fall apart since the moment you stepped onto my ship.” You tensed as an alarm began to faintly ring at the back of your mind. Something inside you was trying to warn you. Mando kept whispering loving words on top of you. “You’re mine, mesh’la. You’ve always been mine and you always will be.”

“No.” You tried to squirm out from under him, but Mando was much too large and much too heavy for you to even move an inch. “No, no, no.”

Taking the hint, Mando released your hands and jumped away from you. Breathless, you tried to sit up and gather your bearings. “What is it, mesh’la? What’s wrong?”

“This is wrong.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s right. This is what you want, this is what I want.”

“No, it’s not.” A sob left you. “You don’t want me. You said so yourself. You don’t want me. This isn’t right.” Your head was beginning to pound in pain and Mando’s voice sounded like it was suddenly far away. The cold metal under you was beginning to turn hot and the firm smoothness of the control panel was taking on a new texture⏤ something grainy that shifted under you. The darkness turned to a blinding light and you gasped as pain began to settle into you.

Your face was throbbing, you tasted blood in your mouth, and your right wrist was aching. Now you had a pounding headache as well.  You blinked your eyes, trying to clear the blurriness out of your vision, and you saw a man climbing down a ladder into the pit you laid in. The smugglers. The spice bomb. Your hand tightened around the blaster you had taken from Mando and you lifted your heavy arm to fire at the man. It hit him in the back and he fell from the ladder and landed motionless only a few feet away.

You blindly fired shots up to the ridge of the pit. Over and over⏤ not knowing what else to do. You fired so much that you never noticed the sound of someone else’s blaster mingling with yours. A familiar voice was calling out to you, but it wasn’t Mando. Your heavy arm sunk back into the sand, blaster falling loose, and your eyes began to droop in exhaustion.

You wished it was Mando calling for you.

You woke up slowly. Your entire body was sore and it took straight willpower to get your eyes to stay open. There was a thin cot underneath you and a flickering fire ahead of you. A groan fell from your lips as you tried to sit up.

“Whoa, whoa,” A familiar voice said, “Slow down there, little lady.”

“Vanth?” You tried to turn to find your friend, but a warm hand kept you from moving too much. Suddenly, Cobb Vanth was kneeling beside you with a charming grin. Your entire body sagged in relief. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you right now.”

Vanth rubbed his jawline and gave you a wink, “I am much better looking than those damned smugglers, huh? How’d you and Mando get caught up in all that mess?”

“Mando!” You sat up quickly, immediately wincing when a sharp pain shot through you.

“Maker, darling.” Vanth scolded. “Your tin man is doing just fine. He’ll feel just as shitty as you when he finally wakes up.”

You glanced around and just as Vanth said your companion was lying on a small rolled out cot of his own. The firelight dancing as it reflected off his beskar. “He’s really okay? I think he had a head injury.”

“He’s fine. I promise you.” You nodded and Vanth offered you a canteen of water. As he asked, you began to tell him the story of what happened. It didn’t take long until you reached the point of the story that made your cheeks warm. Vanth noticed your hesitance and bumped his shoulder into yours. “Say your piece.”

“They threw a spice bomb and… and some weird shit happened.”

“Yeah, a spice bomb will do that to you.”

“What is it?”

“Depends. What’d you see?”

You paused before shrugging. “I was on the Razor Crest. Traveling with Mando and Grogu. Like always. It was… it felt so real.”

“Probably glitterstim then.” Vanth made you drink more water. “I have no idea how you broke out of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“The drug should’ve put you under. Place you in a happy haze of the thing you want most and trap you there for as long as the drug runs its course. Too much and you can end up dying in that perfect little world.” Vanth explained. “Usually, you can’t get out unless someone hits you with an antidote. Something to cancel the effects of the glitterstim. Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Unless you shock yourself out of it.” Vanth shrugged. “It all happens quick. In the first few minutes you either fall into the spice’s trap or you snap through it. The fact that I saw you wake up and shoot that smuggler is quite the feat, darling. How’d you do it?”

You wrapped your arms around your legs and rested your chin on your knees. The drug in your system deemed your perfect world to be Mando confessing how badly he wanted you. How pathetic was that? You didn’t stay under because even in a drugged out haze your mind knew that it was fake. Mando didn’t want you. Not the way you wanted him. Tears filled your eyes. Vanth didn’t press for you to answer and instead set his arm around your shoulder as a comfort. You leaned into him and fell asleep.

Every single part of Din’s body hurt. It reminded him of when the mudhorn had tossed him around like a ragdoll. Every atom in his body though, despite the pain, screamed danger. Din forced himself to sit up, blaster drawn. He was in the desert, by a fire in the dead of night. Across from him, he saw Cobb Vanth sitting there casually. Din’s blaster was pointed at him, but Vanth just gave him a slight wave.

“Hey there, brother.” He greeted. “You can put the blaster away.”

“What⏤” Din began to ask, but then his eyes landed on you. Your head rested against Vanth’s thigh and he had one hand resting on your shoulder. Part of your face looked bruised and even from this distance he could see your busted lip.

“Smugglers got the jump on y’all. Hit you with a spice bomb.” Din holstered his blaster and cursed. Dank farrik. Whispers of his dream world lingered in his mind and Din had to shake his head to try and rid himself of the way your lips felt against his skin. “You’re lucky.”

“This is lucky?” Din asked dryly. Maker, his body ached. 

“Little lady here broke free of the spice dream.” Vanth said. Din’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t know what he wanted to know more⏤ what your perfect world had looked like or how you had broken out of it. Vanth’s hand was tracing shapes on your shoulder as you slept and Din frowned at the touch. Coming from an imaginary world where he was fucking you, his wife, to reality where you were sleeping against another man was jarring. “You got stuck in it. Tell me, Mando, what was your perfect world?”

You were. You were his perfect world.

But, Din couldn’t bring himself to admit that in his current reality. 

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COBB VANTH: THE MARSHAL OF MOS PELGO

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Clan of Three- Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen: Tragedy

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.7K

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

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, blood, massive angst, PTSD, some wholesome moments but still mainly sad

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The Crest is relatively silent the coos coming from the child as it fiddles with the ball given by his adopted father. The said father steers the ship toward the planet Tython after their interaction with the jedi, Ahsoka.

“Grogu,” Din calls out and Grogu perks up looking at the Mandalorian with wide eyes which makes the man chuckle. Din holds out his hand looking at the child, “Give me the ball.” He says and Grogu shakes his tiny head pulling the item closer to his chest.

“Grogu, give me the ball. Come on.” Din sighs reaching over and pulling it out of Grogu’s grasp as he cries out before Din holds out the ball between his fingers, “Okay, here we go. You can have it, just like before. Grogu, come on. You can have it. Come on.”

The small child holds out his hand before the small ball shoots from his hand into the Grogu’s, “Dank farrik!” Grogu instantly recoils hearing the curse as Din does damage control, “Hey, no. I’m not mad at you. You did good. I just… When the nice lady said you had training, I just…” Din sighs looking over the child, “You’re very special, kid. You and the girl...”

Din looks over at the small child that coos at him, he was like a father to him same as the girl that was in the main hull relaxing. The fight between you two had left you both raw and vulnerable, but with your injury, everything just became too real. His hands and parts of the ship were stained with your blood though the evidence was gone, he seemed extra protective over you. Making sure you were feeling alright even if it was the small ailments, giving you and the child the larger rations, even when you slept he watched over you his hand resting on your wrist or your neck just to give him some sense of relief feeling your blood pumping under your skin. He thought he lost a part of himself that day. He didn’t have much, to begin with, his ship, his creed, but you and Grogu…you snuck your way in and he was hooked. Wrapped around your finger and he would tear apart the galaxy to keep the two of you safe with him. Neither of you brought up the fight pushing it aside for more pressing matters but you both could feel the regret that came from each side. Din never spoke up about Nevarro either, your memory completely fuzzy, he didn’t tell you of the fear in your eyes, your screams that filled the hull, how you cried out that your life was over, he didn’t tell you how you called him dad.

Buir…father…dad that’s what you called him. Maybe in your weakened state from the blood loss, your words weren’t what you meant. You probably saw your biological father in those moments and thought things were normal. Or did you see Cobb, the Marshal of Mos Pelgo the town you were raised in by the man? He was a father to you as well, teaching you to defend yourself, be smart, and use your head. The one who saw you grow from a child into this young teen before you were snatched away by the empire. But the same could be said about Din he had taught you the ways of the Mandalorian, his creed, the words spoken long ago on the desolate planet. You had grown strong in many ways with the guidance of many different people but he wouldn’t know who you truly called out to that day.

“We’re gonna find that place you two belong and they’re gonna take real good care of you,” Din says to the Grogu who babbles back as if he understands him. A beep from the console pulls Din away from the child seeing the ship entering the atmosphere for the planet, “This is Tython. That’s where we’re gonna try and find you guys a Jedi.” Din says to the child who looks seeing the planet growing closer as he begins his ascent. “But you have to agree to go with them if they want you to. Understand? Plus, I can’t train you. You’re too powerful. Don’t you wanna learn more of that Jedi stuff?” Din says and Grogu makes a noise of disagreement, “I agreed to take you back to your own kind, so that’s what I need to do. You understand, right?”

Flying over the large plains towards the mountaintops he sees the pillars of stones surrounding one larger one in the center, “Looks like that’s the magic rock I’m supposed to take you to down there. Sorry, buddy. I can’t land on the top. Too small. We’re gonna have to travel the last stretch with the windows down.”

Landing the ship in a clearing at the bottom of the mountain Din grabs Grogu before climbing down the ladder to the main hull. Looking into the hull he spotted you sitting in front of your cot your face buried into one of the books. The cover is an old leather bound together by some material. It looked like it was falling apart but the way you handled it was as if it was the most precious item you’d ever encountered.

“Kid,” Din’s voice pulls you from your reading and you look up seeing him and Grogu waiting at the ramp door, “You ready?” You nod standing putting the text in your bag slinging it over your shoulder, your blaster and vibro-knife were already holstered on you and you finish up by attaching your saber to your belt.

Exiting the ship the breeze blows through your hair and you take in a breath of the fresh air, “Let’s go kid,” Din says before passing the kid off to you. You rub his ears small giggles coming from the child and quickly Din scoops you up into his arms as his jetpack takes the three of you to the skies. Grogu whoops in excitement the wind blowing in his face as he looks around at the ground far below you.

A rocky dome lies in the center of several stone pillars that circle it. You guys hit the ground being put down as you hold the child looking around at what is meant to be the seeing stone, “Well, I guess this is it. Does this look Jedi to you?” Din says as you spin around looking at slanted rocks pointed upwards towards where this rock rest in the center. Placing the child down as it looks around in wonder as you draw closer to the rock. Your fingers brush the inscription that seems to circle around the seeing stone.

The writing in a language you have never seen before, “Looks like it, these inscriptions I don’t know what language this could even be.” You say looking up at Din as he scoops up Grogu before placing him on top of the stone,

“I guess you sit right here. Okay. Here we go.” He says before glancing at you, “I guess you both take turns...This is the seeing stone, are you seeing anything?” The child coos looking at a butterfly that flaps by trying to reach out to it, “Or are they supposed to see you? Maybe there’s some kind of control or something.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” You call out as Din circles the rock trying to find some switch for this jedi relic, “Oh, come on, kid. Ahsoka told me all I had to do was get you here and you’d do the rest.”

The sound of something entering the atmosphere and you move towards the edge of the mountain top seeing a starship circling around them before heading towards the nearby clearing where the Crest was, “Din…” You call out and you see he’s right beside you seeing the same thing.

“Time’s up, kid. We gotta get out of here,” Din says as you both turn to grab Grogu when a force field surrounds the small child, his eyes are closed in concentration the inscriptions glowing a bright blue, “We don’t have time for this. We got to get…” Din moves forward trying to grab him but a force pushes back on him and he steps back, “Hey! Snap out of it, kid! We got to get out of here!” Din calls out and you move forward feeling the immense sensation of the force running through you as your hands press against the barrier feeling a bit of it give as you try reaching forward before you are pushed back as well.

“I’ll see if I can buy you some time,” Din says unholstering his blaster before looking at you, “Watch after him.” He says and you go to speak but he’s already moving down the mountain and you peer down trying to see who had arrived. Turning back to the seeing stone the energy barrier around Grogu as you step forward again.

“Come on kid…we really need to get going. Grogu come on wake up!” You call out but he seems to be ignoring you and you put your hands against the barrier pushing forward and trying to reach out to him. A ringing fills your ears as part of your hand breaks through the barrier as the noise grows louder.

“You can’t run from destiny. Din Djarin…his creed…Mandalore will fall because of you,” Moff Gideon’s voice rings in your head as flashes of Nevarro burning and the planet you’ve never seen is bombed from the sky screams filling the air.

“Tatooine may be where you were born but your blood, that is not. Features old but familiar…qualities of those from Mandalore.” A cave of water surrounds you from a planet of glass as the cool water drenches your clothes.

“Te oya'la pirun” Ripped from the cave hands grasping at your arms and legs dragging you further out, guiding you forward. Whisper of words called out as armor is forced onto you weighing you down.

“You have a much more important role in this than you think you do…That can alter your dear Mandalorian’s Creed.” The metal cools your skin as it stares back at you, lines of them standing tall looking forward at you almost waiting for your command. You keep pushing forward your second hand breaking through the barrier.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.” A cry rips through the air, a man holding a woman as sobs pour from him as the life fades from her. You can feel the energy of the weapon that caused the damage it seemed to suck the life out of the room. It’s a dead weight on your belt as you continue moving forward, your vision catches a reflection and you hesitate beskar dons your body it glistens in the sun crafted and molded for your body. The shouts of victory but the screams of innocents as you are brought towards a crowd in a large hall in a once great city. It seems to stretch with each step as the Mandalorians fill the hall quickly part for you.

As you go to move you look around in confusion before a hand pushes you forward as they turn to your attention and you recoil seeing their appearance. Mandalorians drenched in blood standing over bodies of people of different planets. Men, women, and children of all ages lie on the ground. You see Cara, Greef, and Cobb amongst the crowd their bodies mutilated with their eyes lifeless watching you. The few friends you made on Sorgan…Omera and her daughter Winta lie in a bloody pile the mother clutching her daughter in their final moments. Your parents lay dead in front of the Armorer and Bo-Katan as they watch you their armor too covered in blood and the battle. Your stomach grows weak spotting the pram of the child it lies on the ground speckles of blood decorate it as it lies empty. Your steps grow weaker as you make your way through the bloodbath. Large windows surround the hall and the sounds of explosions as fire lights up the night sky the glass shattered as screams and gunfire fills your ears. A throne stands before you and you spot a man kneeling before it as the person behind you makes you walk past him before turning to face them.

Looking down at the man you freeze. You see Din but it wasn’t him, you recognize his armor but he lacked his helmet his features unrecognizable. Blurring and changing the man if he was human or not. His hair changes all shades and textures, and his skin merges from different hues. But what confused you was the blood that covered his armor, the shiny beskar caked in blood and grime as he stares up at you. You’re pushed forward as he bows down offering his neck and you try to move away but a hand rest on your shoulders as a weapon is placed in your hands. The hands guide yours to raise it up as you fight against it but can’t break free from it. You hear the sound of the blade activating the dread causing a weight that almost makes you fall. You try pulling away from this from hurting Din….from hurting anyone. You didn’t want anyone hurt…they should be alive, not dead.

You feel the breath against your ear as the weight of death adds to the beskar that once felt light now crushes your chest as you run out of air. The weapon is raised high as you look down at Din unable to stop. Moff Gideon’s voice whispers as you bring down the blade.

“It ends here Mand’alor.”

Your body hits the ground as you gasp for air feeling hands grab your shoulders you instantly try fighting off them but they grab your wrist holding them away from your body, “Kid it’s me..stop it!” Din’s voice clears away all fears as he kneels in front of you and looks at your frightened expression.

“Everyone was…there was so much blood…and you…the Mandalroians…Gideon.” Your words were a jumble as you try explaining what you saw. Din’s hands grab your face, “Hey calm down just breathe...I’m fine everyone’s fine.” He says his modulated voice calming as he makes you look at him. You slowly nod before the sound of blaster fire makes you jump, “Come on we have to go now,” Din stands pulling you to your feet as he looks at Grogu who is still surrounded by the force field.

“Time to go, kid!” Din says moving forward but his steps are pushed back by the force as he puts his hands up against the barrier, “That’s it, kid. We got to get out of here!” He grunts his voice straining as he pushes forward before he’s thrown back hitting the ground with a loud crash. You quickly run over to him helping him up as he groans in pain, “What are we gonna do?!” You ask from your view you could see the transport that was expelling troopers and they seem to be fighting someone down there. Had Din found an ally? Helping him to his feet you both look over the ridge down to the battle, “You stay here I’m going to protect you too,”

“But I can help!” You start but he shakes his head grabbing your shoulders, “No! You stay here and watch after the child, you only fight if any get past me.” He says but you’re eyes are still glued to troopers making their way up the mountain,

“Y/n!” Hearing your name snaps you back to face him, it was a splash of cold water hearing your name come from his mouth, you were so used to kid or the very brief time he called you cyar’ika you think that’s how you say it. You never learned what it meant but he started to address you as that too. But you’re name wasn’t something you haven’t heard in a while. “I need you to focus…you don’t let anyone get to you or the child,” Din says and you nod and he pulls your blaster from your waist forcing it into your hands. His hand moves to cup your face looking deep into your eyes so that you could almost see them through the visor of his beskar helmet.

He pulls away before pulling out his own weapon, “Just stay there. I’ll be back soon.” You watch Din leave heading down the mountain as he quickly engages with stormtroopers. Turning back you see the forcefield down and the child asleep on the rock probably knocked out for using such a large amount of force. You quickly scoop up the child fixing the strap of your satchel as it almost slips down while holding your blaster in your free hand. You should contact Din telling him you have the child you holster your blaster and grab your comm, “Din I have the child should I head to the Crest?” You ask when a large explosion shakes the ground. You run toward the edge of the ridge looking down and seeing the large plume of smoke that fills the air right where the Crest was at. A wave of sadness fills you seeing the one other thing you could call home be blown to smithereens. All those memories in that ship were gone in just a moment.

“Ki-..Kid! get th-..ell…there now!” Din’s voice crackles through the comms before cutting off and you step away from the ridge getting closer to the seeing stone when four large thuds and you stare at four armored troopers, their black armor frighten as you spin around as they stare at you but they didn’t seem human at all too tall…they were droids. You clutch the child closer to you as he whimpers, you whip out your blaster firing at one of them but the bullet bounces off its armor the same as if it was beskar. You fire again before side-stepping trying to book it between the two of them. An armored hand grabs the back of your collar and you’re thrown to the ground. Your head smacks against the seeing stone and you crumble to the ground your vision goes black as Grogu cries out hitting the ground though his landing is softened by your body.

Din sprints up the hill the blood pumping through his veins, why didn’t he grab his jetpack he would have been there by now?! It’s too late to turn back. Get to them both…save the child and the girl. Fennec follows close behind as they reach the top just to see four of the troopers, one of them scoops up the crying Grogu while another grabs you as you lay unconscious in its arms blood paints the side of your face. They shoot up into the air as Din watches in horror as you both disappear from him.

“They’ve got the kids. Don’t let them get away!” Fennec calls out into her comm as Boba Fett follows after the troopers in his starship, “Affirmative.” His screens beep as he gains a lock to attack, “I have a lock.”

“Stop him. I don’t want them hurt.” Din says and Fennec quickly speaks into the comm, “Abort pursuit. Disengage. Do not harm the kids.”

“Copy. I’ll do a loose follow, see where they’re headed.” Fett says Slave I following the troopers into the upper atmosphere flying through the clouds his eyes widen spotting the large cruiser, “They’re back.” He whispers,

“Who?” Fennec asks as Fett watches the imperial ship, “The Empire. They’re back.”

“That can’t be.” Fennec shakes her head…there’s no way in the galaxy the empire would be in New Republic territory, “The Outer Rim is under the jurisdiction of the New Republic.”

“This isn’t a spice dream.” Fett responds watching the ship with his own eyes, “I can see the Imperial cruiser with my own eyes. Heading down.” He says as he has no choice but to return as the Imperial cruiser jumps into hyperspace.

Din wasn’t able to describe the guilt that ran through him as he sifts through the pit of ashes that is the wreckage of his ship. Your satchel with your books and blaster rests on him as he kneels down into the charred soil pulling out the joystick ball that the child once played with before placing it in his pocket. His hand also pulls out the beskar spear that was not damaged by the large blaster fire. Returning to Fennec and Fett holding the spear, “This is all that survived.”

“Beskar.” Fett comments before holding out his wrist and a hologram of his chain code appears, “I want you to take a look at something. My chain code has been encoded in this armor for 25 years. You see, this is me. Boba Fett. This is my father, Jango Fett.” Din reads the Mando’a script containing his family lineage, ‘foundling’, ‘mentor Jaste’, ‘father Fett’, ‘Boba Fett’, and ‘Concord Dawn’.

“Your father was a foundling.” Din says and Fett nods, “Yes. He even fought in the Mandalorian Civil Wars.”

“Then that armor belongs to you.” Din says recognizing Fett and his father as Mandalorians, Fett is pleased with the return, “I appreciate its return.”

Din looks over at the Mandalorian and the assassin, “Then our deal is complete.” “Not quite.” Fett comments and Din gives him a confused look, “How so?”

“We agreed in exchange for the return of my armor, we will ensure the safety of the children,” Fett says bringing up the promise he and Fennec had given, “The kids are gone,” Din says sadness lacing his voice.

“Until they are returned to you safely, we are in your debt,” Fett explains with the recent kidnapping the two were in debt to the other Mandalorian. Din was thankful for their help but they would need more to get the two of you home safe and their first destination already in mind.

“Cara Dune, Marshal of the New Republic.” Din’s voice rings out in the office. The newly placed Marshal of Nevarro City getting upgraded for the New Republic, “I heard rumors you might have gone legit.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Cara says bringing her feet off her desk the metal badge given by the New Republic shines in the sunlight, “I need your help.” Din gets straight to the point as she looks past him to the other man in the Mandalorian armor and the helmeted assassin.

“Name it.” “I need you to locate someone in the prison registry.” Din says and Cara nods moving to the computer, “Let’s see what I can do.”

“Ex-Imperial sharpshooter, last name Mayfeld. Apprehended near the Dilestri system on a derelict prison ship.” Din gives details of the short-lasting partner who betrayed him.

“Migs Mayfeld,” Cara says reading off his file, “Serving 50 years in the Karthon Chop Fields for springing a prisoner himself. Accessory to the death of a New Republic officer. Huh. Sounds like a real piece of work.” She says and Din nods, “What do you want with him?”

“I need to spring him to help me locate Moff Gideon’s light cruiser.” Din says and Cara sighs her hands tied, “You know how I feel about the Empire. But these stripes… mean there are rules I need to follow.” She says.

“They have the kids,” Din says and the ex-shock trooper is already on board with this information.

Footsteps echo through the halls as the man grows closer to the brig being flanked by two stormtroopers, entering the cell he spots the small child holding his fist up in the air as the two stormtroopers that were meant to escort him were being thrown across the room hitting one another. “Set to stun.” The escort stormtrooper beside the man order but he holds a hand up, “Wait.” The man watches with interest as the child hurls the two troopers against the wall before collapsing in exhaustion. The two troopers hit the ground groaning in pain as they push themselves up and take their wounded selves out of the room leaving just the man and his escort.

“You’ve gotten very good with that. But it makes you oh-so sleepy.” He says before pulling something from his belt and igniting it as the light seems to drain from the room, “Have you ever seen one of these? From years past?” He waves it near the child as it tries reaching out with the force but is too weak to move the weapon though it does shake slightly, “Oh, uh-uh-uh,” He chuckles deactivating the weapon, “You’re not ready to play with such things. Liable to put an eye out with one of these. Looks like you could use a nice, long sleep.” With a nod, the trooper next to him fires a stunning round on the child as it falls back down. “Put it in shackles.” He orders before turning to leave the comms officer, “When we come out of hyperspace, send an encrypted message to Dr. Pershing. Let him know we have got our donors.”

“Yes, sir.” She nods letting him pass by as he heads off to another part of the brig as the sounds of fighting and yelling fill the hall. The door to the room was guarded by four troopers unlike the child’s which was just a pair. Entered the room which was more of an interrogation room as the girl was strapped to the interrogation chair, cuffs already restraining her abilities but it seemed like it wasn’t early enough. A trooper is pressed against the wall clutching his arm as he screams in pain while another lies dead on the ground, his armor crushed around his body his limbs snapped in a horrid way. Your body shakes on the tilted chair as you snarl seeing Moff Gideon enter the room.

“I swear I’ll rip you apart and have your guts paint the kriffing wall!” You hiss spitting at him and he watches the rage in your eyes the blood on the side of your head getting in your eye. Your eyes widen instantly and you lean as far back as you can as the weapon is activated and pointed right at your throat. The black blade hums in the air as the light around it seems to drain. He seems to notice the look of fear in your eyes but the recognition there as well.

“Looks familiar, doesn’t it? Family relics though what would you know about your family.” He says as he waves the weapon around in front of you, and one of the troopers comes by him producing your own saber. “It’s interesting you had this completely unaware of who you really were…it’s quite hilarious your situation. Being a Jedi…meeting the Mandalorian..it’s just all…pieces of the unfinished puzzle.” He says his words cryptically as the blade retracts back in and he steps forward watching you with a close eye.

“What do you dream of Y/n L/n…a normal life back on Tatooine with your parents? Or is it during in Mos Pelgo with your unofficial father Cobb Vanth…or is it your time with the Mandalorian? Din Djarin…is it of the planets you explore…do you join his creed,” He says and you glare back at him but can’t ignore the lingering fear that brews in your stomach. He steps back shaking his head, “No that’s not it…it’s this you dream of,” He holds up the weapon and you shiver at the action, “You fear it but…you crave it. You don’t know why but you can feel it. Can you sense its strength…the power it holds.” He says and he knows he hits the nail on the head.

“What do you want from me…more blood? To be your damn donor.” You spat and he grins shaking his head, “No…I’m after that with that green little creature. I only needed your blood to be certain I was right though we did try,” Gideon says, “I want what you can offer, what your bloodline can offer that I can’t get. You have something many wish they have but can never obtain.”

“And what is that.” You glare and he steps forward staring deeply that you feel sick.

“Power. The power to lead and they would follow blindly…and you don’t even know it.” He says as a sadistic and power-hungry grin spreads across his face before he steps back.

“You’ll learn soon enough what you mean to me.” He says as he leaves you, your threats to tear him and anyone else apart fills the room but quickly muffles as the door closes.

Gideon stands on the bridge watching the stars fly past them as they travel through hyperspace. They had gained both assets his plan worked in his favor. The sound of footsteps draws close to him, “Sir… You should see this.” The comms officers inform him and he turns from the large open windows to the bridge’s large table as a transmission comes in revealing the Mandalorian, Din Djarin.

“Moff Gideon. You have something I want,” He speaks the words a direct copy of the words he said to the bounty hunter on Nevarro about the two in his possession, “You may think you have some idea what you are in possession of, but you do not. Soon, they will be back with me. They mean more to me than you will ever know.” The transmission ends as Gideon stares straight ahead a grim expression on his face. The others in the room could sense the anger coming off him and even they were worried. What lengths would this Mandalorian go to for a child and a girl? Gideon grasp the weapon on his belt in anger not even turning to the comms officer that was still beside him,

“Fetch the girl.”

You weren’t sure what day it was anymore. Your body is weak from the lack of food and water that hasn’t been given. You cough at the dryness in your throat from screaming in the empty room…well not empty the dead trooper was still in the room but otherwise empty. Your wrists were probably bruised and raw with how much pulling you’ve done but it was the only thing you could think to do to try and break free. You had absolutely nothing, your knife and saber taken leaving you to just your wits. The sound of footsteps draws closer as you steel your face as they stop in front of the door and it opens revealing a pair of troopers who enter.

“Try anything and you’ll end up like your friend.” You spit though your threat is empty as they draw closer and you see one of them holding a small case and producing a needle making you thrash in the chair, “Touch me and I swear to the Maker I will kill you!” You shout as they draw close to you and you slam your head forward into one of them making them groan in pain. Your vision rings and a hand slams your head back onto the metal rest as the needle digs into your neck and you feel the burn of the liquid. The cuffs release around you as you hit the ground unable to catch yourself. Your vision blurs before going dark the last thing you feel is hands looping around your arms.

You groan in pain feeling your body be dragged as you slowly blink your eyes open right as you’re thrown to your knees. The multiple officers are on the bridge working away as the two troopers stand guard and you hear footsteps your vision is blurry but slowly clearing up as they stop in front of you. A cold hand grabs your chin pulling your head up and you stare right back at Moff Gideon, “There...the dear princess is awake..” He says and you spit right in his face and a frown covers his face as he pulls back producing a cloth to wipe the spit off. A harsh kick to your side makes you gasp for air as you fall to your side but are quickly brought back to your knees.

“I see your anger comes from your beloved Mandalorian,” Gideon says looking down as you glare back at him, “Or is it from Bo-Katan the ruthless savage she is…you hold no decorum from the late Duchess Satine.” He says the last name is one you’re unfamiliar with. “How would they think seeing their own with this behavior.”

“What are you talking about.” You spit glaring up at him and you see the grin forming on his face, “It is an unbecoming attitude for an heir to the Mandalorian throne.” He says and the room grows cold as you stare up at him. No, that wasn’t…it couldn’t be. He could see the confusion and almost shock on your face.

“Shock I see? Maybe your father would still be alive if he reveal his ancestors to you. You both might be in a better situation,” Gideon says, and hearing your father you lunge forward but are slammed to the ground.

“Speak of my father I will rip you limb from limb Gideon!” You hiss the knee digging into your back as your hands remained shackled behind you. The metal grating presses deep into your cheek as you threaten the man.

“It is only the truth, my dear,” He chuckles, “Let me simplify things for you. Your father was a Mandalorian born and raised on the planet Mandalore, and your grandparents were quite respectable people of the time…Duchess Satine Kryze and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Your father escapes the purge following his mother’s death before finding himself in Tatooine…he finds your mother and then you appear. But you were no ordinary child how could you not with a Jedi Master as your grandfather? Then little you watch your parents die to travel to Mos Pelgo meeting Marshal Cobb Vanth only to be kidnapped for a bounty that I sent. Lucky for you that you weren’t killed but met the Mandalorian Din Djarin and I’m sure you know the rest.” Gideon says as he moves forward and you pulled back onto your knees. 

“You’re lying.” You say shaking your head…you couldn’t be..but it all made sense. What’s been told…what you’ve dreamed of. You always believed were from Tatooine but you were wrong. Everything you knew your life…you were Mandalorian.

“I’m not. So you understand why I need you…the empire wants Mandalore and having a Mandalorian who is also a Jedi? Why you’re just recreating history!” He laughs before pulling the saber from his belt and igniting it in front of you and you flinch back.

“Oh no reason to be afraid, the Darksaber is a powerful weapon in the right hands just like your own saber. When won in ritual combat whoever wields this blade has the rightful claim to the Mandalorian throne. Did you know the creator of this was a Jedi and a Mandalorian now it seems like you fit the bill don’t you think.” He says as you look at the sword before him.

“So what? You want me to have this stupid sword and what rule Mandalore?” You spat and he shakes his head and laughs. “Oh no, you’ll just rebel against the empire and the Mandalorians will gladly fight alongside you. No, what I need you to do is just say yes.”

“Say yes to what?” You say looking up at Gideon “Think of it as a proposal of sorts,” He says and you feel nauseous your stomach dropping, “You lay claim to the Mandalorian throne by blood right but I will rule, they wouldn’t fight its Mand’alor if they are producing Mandalorian children.” You were truly nauseous you weren’t sure how bile hasn’t left your mouth. He was sick…you were a child and he wanted you to..oh maker you were going to be sick.

“You’re sick.” You gag looking away from him. If you look you would surely lose your hold on your stomach. “I swear to you I would rather die than agree to anything you say.” You spat and he frowns and he motions for the troopers. Hands pull you up to your feet as you look up at him a look of murderous rage in your eyes.

“That was the diplomatic option Y/n…makes it easier for everyone,” Gideon says a disapproving look on his face he surges forward as the blade drives straight into your body. You jerk as his free arm holds your shoulder as you stare at him with wide eyes still not registering the action. He pulls back and that’s when you feel the saber leave your body as you fall back hitting the floor. “This is the non-diplomatic option,” Gideon says but your ears are ringing as you feel the immense burning happening as your body is sent immediately into shock.

“Put her in the brig and let her die a jedi,” Gideon says as hands grab under your armpits and drag you out of the bridge the last thing you see before your vision goes dark is Gideon with the Darksaber watching you the aura coming off of it is like waves crashing down on you. You felt something at that moment when you came in contact with it. Your vision goes black your last thoughts of the child and the Mandalorian you’ve grown to love.

[wannab-urs]

Outtakes - multiples vol 1

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist | Vol 2

Howdy folks!

Here's all the fics on my spreadsheet featuring multiples - that's MMF, MFM, FMF, FFM, and more! All of these fics feature a reader character + 2 or more other characters, usually 2 pedro boys but not always!

Summaries and tags are, in most cases, provided by the author - please be sure to read them as some of these fics may have content you do not wish to read.

Updated 5/24/2024

Possession a Din/Cobb one shot by @prolix-yuy

Summary: In a city called Mos Pelgo, soon to be named Freetown, a Marshal, a Mandalorian, and a Guild member sit for a drink. They also sit with a question - how to get rid of the adrenaline coursing through their veins, remnants of tearing a krayt dragon in two. You have some ideas. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome, descriptions of male and female bodies, penetrative vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), anal play, rimming, cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex, fingers in mouths, rough sex, M/M, M/F, M/M/F, the helmet comes off, slight sensory deprivation

A Little Lipstick Never Hurts a Max P/Dieter series by spacegayofficial (AO3) / @max--phillips

Summary: (part 1) Max tries to skip his morning inspection, but gets caught breaking one of the rules you set for him anyway. A punishment is in order. (part 2) Max realizes a fantasy, and you enlist Dieter Bravo to help you deliver. (part 3) You receive a very hot video from your boyfriends while you are at work. The making of said video requires Max to break some rules you'd previously set out for him. He and Dieter make it up to you very easily. Tags: Forced Feminization, but it's consensual, Femdom, Chastity Device 24/7,  D/s dynamic, Sex Toys, BDSM, reader referred to as Mistress and Ma'am, Impact Play, Riding Crop, Bondage, Anal Fingering, Pegging, Butt Plugs, Degradation, Deepthroating, face fucking, gagging, spit, ruined orgasm, Nipple Clamps, Cum Play, Cum Eating, Oral Sex, Aftercare, there is NO misgendering, Max's ass does get referred to as his pussy and his dick his clit, but that's as far as that goes, MMF, threesome, PIV, double penetration, cock cages, ball gag, choking, max is a vampire, blow jobs, sex tapes, cum swapping, rule negotiations, fluff

Behind The Velvet Rope a Joel/Dieter Series by @psychedelic-ink

Summary: A grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they'll always have each other to lean on. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome, forbidden romance, age gap, unprofessional situations, thigh fucking, intercrural sex, brat taming, oral sex (male receiving), Dom/sub dynamics, mlm dynamics, messy two-person blowjob, praise kink (Dieter), hair pulling, BDSM dynamics, drug use, high sex, pet names (good girl/good boy, sweetheart, darlin', honey), guidance kink, handjob, facesitting, inexperienced!reader

Fuse a Din/Ezra two shot by @marisferasiop

Summary: Din and reader are working as a Guild crew living on the Crest (and quietly pining for one another). Din picks up a bounty on a harvester dodging creditors who had fronted funds for prospecting work and finds a surprise: someone who looks exactly like him. While on the way to drop him to the client, the three of you are accidentally dosed with a pollinating spice strain meant for cold blooded biologies! Now you three have to ah- "get it out of your systems" somehow! Tags: Sex Pollen, Marathon Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Din Djarin Removes the Helmet, but only in the dark, Force-Sensitive Reader, Ezra loses the arm, no y/n, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, oh no we got feelings in our sex pollen smut, Everyone in star wars is bi til it's proven otherwise, Ezra is definitely a mouthy bottom, Switch Din Djarin, MMF, MM

Catalyst a Joel/Frankie series by @ezrasbirdie

Summary: After falling into bed together on the night of Frankie’s 40th birthday party, you, Joel, and Frankie start a relationship. Tags: smut, MMF, fluff, POV switch, they're all very hot for each other, one minor instance of pussy slapping, kind of double penetration but not really, a little voyeurism, some brief jealousy, Joel loves to show off, Frankie loves to watch, squirting, bossy Joel, very sweet Frankie, too many uses of the word soft, MM, feelings, fluff, angst, oral sex, handjobs

Unusual Situation a Din/Ezra one shot by @absurdthirst

Summary: Time for a space cowboy threesome. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome, oral sex (male and female receiving), PiV sex, cum eating

Of Gorgons and Gardens a Din/Ezra series by @concussed-to-pieces (this starts off basically pure smut and gets really cute)

Summary: Din, raised by the Death Watch, is looking for a quarry named Ezra. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome, sex pollen, breeding kink, bodily fluids, dubcon

With or Without You a Javi P/Frankie series by @jksprincess10

Summary: You ask your partner, Javi, to join in on a bad idea.  Tags: MFM, bi!Frankie, pet names (hermosa, bonita, baby, good boy, alcohol, cigarettes, no home!javi, flirting, dom!javi, switch!reader, sub!frankie, consent, praise kink, oral sex m receiving, oral sex f receiving, deepthroating, fingering, masturbation, javier talks you through it, squirting, unprotected piv, creampie, using cum as lube, cum eating, pwp, switch!reader, MMF, couch sex, pussy eating king!Frankie, 69, face sitting, riding, dirty talk, jealous!javi, ass slapping, spanking, rough sex, degradation, slut, double blowjob, anal MM, voyeurism, cum play, fluff, angst, pet names: frankie baby, cocaine, drugs, food play, polyamory, miscommunication, somnophilia, mild dub con

Adversity a Frankie/Ezra series @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Summary: On your own and far from the home you once knew, you find unlikely allies right when you least expect them and soon learn that they have plenty to teach you. Tags: Western AU, Age Gap, Explicit Smut, MMF relationship, inexperienced/virgin reader, references to violence and death (it’s the old west).

Shore Leave a Frankie/Santi one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Summary: Young Frankie and Santi and you have a threesome when they're on leave Tags: MMF Threesome, some degradation(mild), anal, anal play, butt plugs, blowjobs, pussy eating, DP sex, poly mentions(?), Frankie is a menace. 

a court of fangs and foxgloves an Oberyn/Max P one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Summary: After you left the court and hence Oberyn, no one is eager to forgive you for your betrayal. Especially those closest to you. Tags: Smut, MMF threesome/orgy, voyeurism, mlm dynamics, Dom/sub dynamics, sub!Max, switch!reader, dom!Oberyn, rimming, ass play, anal sex, penetrative vaginal sex, biting, mentions of blood, vampirism

Group Therapy a Frankie/Tommy one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: Frankie Morales & Tommy Miller are both sent to a veteran’s support group by their doctors where they meet and become friends. Both men take a liking to you, the group therapist. And instead of getting angry with each other Tommy comes up with a fun little idea after therapy one night. Tags: alternate universe, canon divergence, no outbreak, age gap, drinking, MMF threesome, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative vaginal sex, semi public sex, pet names (darlin', sweetheart, good girl, dirty girl), therapist!reader, degradation

Desires and Complications a Marcus P/Dave series by @ezrasbirdie

Summary: Marcus has been with you for a while, but knows you hold back in the bedroom. He tracks down an old flame of yours—Dave—to show him how to please you. Tags: Smut, daddy kink, anal play, cumplay, unprotected penetrative vaginal sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), rimming, humiliation, MMF threesome, anal sex, mlm dynamics, angst, established relationship, double penetration

Euclidean Geometry a Frankie/Jack/Pero one shot by @leslie-lyman

Summary: They make no attempt to define what this is, who they are to each other. All they know is that now they are together. Tags: smut, MM and MMF; some implied D/s dynamics; allusions to the lingering trauma of military service

The Impaler a Tim Rockford/Max Phillips one shot by @kiwisbell

Summary: Chief Detective Tim Rockford makes a breakthrough in New York City’s latest serial killer case. The mysterious culprit is in the mood to share more than information. Tags: vampires, gothic architecture, slightly dubious consent, implied mind alteration/control, murder, death, blood, threesome, lots of biting, spanking, spitroasting, masturbation, DVP, fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap ur vampire dicks pls), wife sharing, free use kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), exchanging fluids, spitting, disgusting and filthy, max using cringey nicknames for reader’s pussy but it’s charming bc it’s max, handcuffs, light bondage, hair pulling

Tommy's Hard Day a Joel/Tommy one shot by @toxicanonymity

Summary: Tommy had a hard day, so Joel asks you to help him feel better Tags: free use, blow jobs, MFM threesome w/ Tommy & Joel Miller (they don't touch), cuckolding, unprotected P in V sex, creampie, Pre or non-outbreak. 

Three's a crowd a Marcus P/Javi P one shot by @agentmarcuspike

Summary: Your boyfriend Marcus watches Javier Peña fuck you Tags: established open relationship (reader and marcus), cucking, threesome (mfm), oral (f and m receiving), fingering, swallowing, subtle hugh grant reference, exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected penetrative vaginal sex, one (1) light ass slap, eiffel tower, marcus king of aftercare pike, javi secret softie peña, reader is v bold and confident, made-up stuff about the fbi lol, bit of sappy fluff (they love each other, ok)

Something wretched about this a Joel series by @covetyou (Chapter 3 - The Dark Caress of Someone Else is the Joel/Tess/Reader threesome)

Summary: Your father has been medicating his long term illness for as long as you can remember, and he'd always been grateful to find medication suppliers even after the world went to shit. When he can't pay up, what lengths will you go to to protect your entire world?  Tags: Smut, PWP, dubcon, penetrative vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, anal sex, anal play, spanking, MFF threesome, medicinal drug usage, vaginal fisting, praise kink, sex toys, post-outbreak, creampie, debts, cumplay, pussy slapping

The Saint, the sinner, and the devil a Joel/Javi P Series by @joelsgirl

Summary: Joel and Javier are two sides of the same coin, the dark and supposed light of an unrelenting war - but in this room, they were predators and you, their prey. Tags: Mafia alternate universe, Narcos and TLOU crossover, mafia DBF!Joel Miller, corrupt Javier Peña, smut, age gap, size difference, dirty talk, threesome, name-calling

Le Trio De Fleur a Din/Paz Vizla one shot by @absurdthirst

Summary: You are a bounty that the Mandalorians have been sent to capture. They track you to an uninhabited planet where you have crashed  your ship. You’ve killed the other bounty hunters that have been sent after you, seemingly including another Mandalorian, but they find you in a much more precarious situation due to the local fauna. Tags: Dubious consent due to sex pollen. Vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), cream pie, threesomes, cum eating, double penetration, anal sex, thoughts of violence.

All our candles are burned out a Dieter/Frankie one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Summary: dieter needs helicopter lessons for an upcoming role and santiago finds you the perfect man for the job.  Tags: established relationship between dieter and reader, threesome, a very messy blowjob, edging, teasing, mlm dynamics, vaginal/anal fingering, piv, creampie, single dad!frankie, competency kink  

Blackmail a Javi P/Joel one shot by @milla-frenchy

Summary: in exchange for his help to let Joel and you out of the QZ, a new soldier, Javier, asks him for something more than just ration cards Tags: Dubcon. Cucking, praise kink, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected piv, rimming, anal, threesome, double penetration, creampie

Closure a Marcus P/Din one shot by @javier-pena

Summary: Marcus, Din and you used to be best friends. Now you're on opposite sides of the law with a decade worth of grudges between you. But hate can quickly become something else ... Tags: angst | canon-typical violence | mentions of food and alcohol and smoking | they’re all mean to each other and they have a difficult relationship | (a lot of) dirty talk (by my standards) | slight power imbalance | reader has hair that can be grabbed | threesome m/f/(m) (kinda) | ecouteurism | voyeurism | exhibitionism | a bit of edging | fingering | competitiveness | (unprotected) piv sex | creampie | a tiny, tiny bit of degradation

Good Boy a Dieter/Javi P one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: Dieter gets cucked. That's it. That's the fic. Tags: cucking, PIV, creampie, oral sex f receiving, cum eating, PWP/plot what plot?, dom!Javi, sub!dieter, idk what reader is... having a good time?

Intimidation Tactics a Dave/Marcus P series by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, are investigating a case that brings you far too close to something much more dangerous than your average art thief. Tags: Mentions of previous abusive relationship, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, eventual polyamory, smut

Apple a Frankie/Santi/Will one shot by @romana-after-dark

Summary: You are married to Santi and you and him dabble in CNC scenes. This time, Santi enlists the help of Will and Frankie. Slowly, things start to devolve, and things get heated between the three men that was not discussed prior. This culminates when you try to safeword and you find Will's fingers in your mouth. Tags: Smut, dead dove; do not eat, consensual non-consent turned noncon, bi!Will, bi!Santi, bi!Frankie, dark fic, mlm dynamics, size kink, painful sex, degradation kink, petnames (puppy), edging, premature ejaculation, bukkake, unprepared penetrative vaginal sex

To be explored later a Frankie/Santi one shot by @legendary-pink-dot

Summary: You and your boyfriend Santi fuck his best friend Frankie and it's a little more MMF than you were expecting -- much to your delight Tags: Swearing, dirty talk, rough-ish sex, hair pulling, oral sex (m receiving), a couple of spanks, edging if you squint, also yearning m/m if you squint, unprotected PIV, snowballing, threesome, dom!Santi.

Under your skin a Jack/Javi P one shot by me

Summary: You’ve worked on Chucho’s ranch since you were 15 years old, grew up with Javi, loved Javi… He comes back after nearly 20 years to find you hooking up with a certain former secret agent. He’s jealous, for sure, but of who? Tags: post season 3 of Narcos, AU where Jack gets kicked out of the Statesmen instead of burgered, Javi being bi and repressed, Jack being a bisexual slut, SMUT, MMF dynamics, oral (f receiving), javi being a dick, oral (m receiving), javi tries to hit jack, gay kissing (!!!), making out, face sitting, reader kinda gets used and likes it, nipple play, throat fucking, Eiffel tower moment, brief f masturbation, brief m masturbation, pet names (sugar, cowboy, baby, hermosa), truly unreasonable amounts of cursing i’m sorry i talk like this, and also unreasonable amounts of southern phrasing, again sorry I talk like this, unprotected PIV, creampie, cum eating, teasing Javi, actually 90% porn with like a little backstory, kind of enemies to lovers, they’re all ranch hands technically, also they’re all romantically into each other but also javi is dumb and jack can’t believe anyone would want him for more than sex haha oops :)

do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?a Frankie/Santi series by moonknightly (AO3)

Summary "Neither of you want the night to end. That’s the only reason it takes you ten minutes to put your clothes back on and the only reason he offers to share his tequila after he’s gotten you out of them." Tags: Cheating, Infidelity, Post-Break Up, Angst, Smut, Cuckolding, sloppy blowjobs, Dom/sub, Threesome - F/M/M, Spanking, Pain Kink, Choking, You're mostly fucking Santi here

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Happy Reading!

[burnwater13]

Garsa Fwip's Sanctuary in Mos Espa, on Tatooine. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 2, The Tribes of Tatooine. Calendar from DateWorks.

Grogu had heard of ‘Cantina Culture’, but honestly he thought it had something to do with infectious disease control. All sorts of people travelled to Tatooine and as a planet with a limited water supply, hygiene practices that were typical on Corellia or Chandrila couldn’t be readily employed. You had to bring your own sanitizer and you had to understand that the sanitizing stations at the space port near Mos Eisley had run out of sanitizing anything a long time ago. 

He was explaining that all to Peli Motto when she began to laugh, loudly and with more gusto than a serious discussion of public hygiene deserved. 

“Buddy, ‘Cantina Culture’ isn't about that kind of biology. It’s about the people who go to a cantina and the sort of things they expect of that cantina. For instance, here, everyone who goes into the cantina knows ya gotta be able to play sabacc. If ya can’t play, ya stay. Simple rule. Now, take Mos Pelgo…”

Grogu waved his hands to interrupt her to no avail.

“They… Okay, okay, Freetown, whatever. Any how, up there ya gotta have a spotchka. Ya gotta share the latest gossip. Ya gotta laugh at the Marshal’s jokes. That’s how they roll up there. Over in Mos Espa, well, there you better have more credits than ya know what to do with. Those Twi’lek dancers and servers will spend it for ya before you can say, ‘No, I don’t want my boots polished’. Even if I had boots needing polishing I wouldn’t let them do it at three times the cost of having the pit droids do it. Ridiculous waste of credits.”

She stopped talking to take a breath and then didn’t start back up. 

“Where was I? Oh, yeah, depending on the town, the people, the products available, and a bunch of other factors, every cantina you walk into is nothing like the last cantina you were in. That’s ‘Cantina Culture’. I’m surprised yer dad didn't explain that to ya. Although, come ta’ think of it, do Mandalorian’s even have cantinas?”

Peli was looking at him expectantly as if he and his dad had been to a bunch of them over the course of their adventures. He shrugged at her. He didn’t think that Mandalorians bothered with stuff like that. They were too busy trying to make sure that ex-Imps weren’t hiding around the corner from everywhere they were.

“Well, when yer dad gets back, he can tell us all about ‘em.”

Peli had settled the matter to her own satisfaction and then walked back to her office, yelling at the pit droids to get her boots and start polishing them. Grogu giggled at that. You never knew which part of a conversation you had with her was going to be the part that stuck. Grogu doubted that she’d remember to ask his dad about Mandalorian cantinas and what kind of culture they had. 

Grogu thought that was a silly question any way. Based on everything they already knew about Din Djarin and the handful of other Mandalorians he’d met, Grogu could tell you just what a Mandalorian cantina was like. 

First, it wasn’t called a cantina. It was called a ‘bar’. It was called that because cantina sounded too fun and tavern was too friendly. ‘Bar’ conveyed the right sort of purposefulness of the establishment. Get in, get out, get back to work.

Mandalorians were very deliberate people and they didn’t mess around with subtleties. You lined up at the bar top and were given a drink with a straw and you put your foot on the bar at the bottom of the structure to allow you to rest a little. No chairs. No tables. No booths. No music. No decorations. No problems. 

Grogu had no doubt that they entered and left in shifts and were only allowed there at certain times of day and on certain days of the week. Organized, methodical, routine, predictable, boring certainty. 

Then he considered what a Jedi cantina would be like. He sighed and laughed at the same time. His first thought was that it would be empty and his second thought was it would be the absolute opposite of a Mandalorian bar. It would be filled with sound. At least two or three different sources of music would be present and playing at the same time. You would just focus on the one you liked better and you wouldn’t even notice the others. The furniture would look like it had been found at a recycling center. It would be every size, every style, every color and just pushed into the large room in a manner that would immediately suggest that it had once been used to barricade the entry. 

Grogu didn’t know who would have been foolish enough to try and attack a Jedi cantina. Only a bunch of fools. Of course the Jedi wouldn’t have called it a cantina either. They would have given it a semi-ironic nickname like a ‘watering hole’ or a lounge. The images those names evoked were almost opposites and that's just what the Jedi would have been counting on. No reason to advertise that the location was primarily about goofing off and playing chess or darts with your fellow knights and masters, no padawans allowed. 

He giggled at that. He suspected that rule would apply to younglings as well, but he couldn’t imagine a Jedi watering hole that would have been able to keep Ian out. His friend had an absolute sixth sense for spaces like that and had made a regular study of them at the Jedi Temple. That’s how Master Yoda’s private swamp ended up hosting a younglings festival night when the powerful Jedi had been called away to travel to Trymant IV.  Grogu wished that event had established a youngling cantina culture, but you couldn’t hide a fifty foot water slide from Master Yoda, no matter how many of the younglings worked together to make it disappear.

“Hey buddy, I’m back. Peli said you wanted to go to the Cin Vhetin.”

The Mandalorian was suddenly there and seemed pretty happy for a change. 

Grogu asked why.

“Peli said you wanted to see a real honest to B’Omarr Mandalorian drinking establishment. One just opened here in Mos Eisley. If we go now they’ll still have Fire Stacks. You won’t want to miss them.”

Huh? A Mandalorian drinking establishment that served food? You could have knocked Grogu over with a feather. His dad wanted to get something to eat that wasn't a ration pack? Grogu jumped up into his dad’s arms and bumped his head against the Mandalorian’s helmet. He thought it was important to encourage his dad to go new places and try new things, especially when he was along for the ride.

[galactic-academia]

Absolute Emergency

Inspired by @darthmalewife post "say what you want about Cobb Vanth but if a toddler handed that man a toy phone he'd pretend to answer it".

(G, tooth rotting fluff, Gn!Reader; I'm not a native, please, forgive my mistakes)

"Marshal! Marshal!"

You sidestep the little Jude as he comes rushing from the Maker knows where and straight into your legs. You would tell him to slow down and pay attention to his surroundings if he doesn't want to get hurt, but he wouldn't listen to you. Not now. Not when he's after the Marshal.

Freetown is such a little, insignificant village that it doesn't even appear on any map anymore. The anonymity allows you to live mostly in peace; the anonymity and Cobb Vanth. If you want to find what was - once upon a time - Mos Pelgo, you will, the Empire didn't fell so long ago that there aren't still people to remember the little town at the very end of the Wastes, but then you'll have to deal with the Marshal and, if your intentions don't please him, you'll be the one to be sorry. He's your protector, your leader, your friend. And children adore him.

"What's up, buddy?"

You turn around to watch Cobb kneel in the sand, giving all his attention to the child running towards him.

"I've got a transmission, Marshal, this is very important!"

"A very important transmission, eh?", he grins, as the toddler triumphantly hold an old cylindrical battery between the two of them, "And who is in need of Freetown?"

"The Mandalorian!"

"The Mandalorian?! Why didn't you say so?" And the Little Jude squeaks in delight as the Marshal reaches to take the "comm link" into his little hand to hold it to his mouth ; "This is Cobb Vanth, Marshal of Freetown and the Deputy Jude, over." He then puts it near his ear and pretends to listen carefully. "Say again? Really! Copy that; hold on, Mando, we're coming! Over."

"Did you hear that, Deputy?" He says, as he gives back his toys to the child.

"What? What did he say?" Jude is almost shaking with excitement, waddling from one foot to the other.

"The Mandalorian said he's in trouble near the Beggar's Canyon and that he needs our help. You know what it means?"

"It means that we must pro-vide ass-i-ss-tance", Jude answers with an audible effort to repeat the exact words his hero has told him.

"Exactly, well done, partner!"

Petrified on the spot, you watch, entranced, as Cobb lifts the toddler in his arms to sit him in the side-car of his speeder and secures him there. As he gets around the engine, the Marshal notices your presence and winks at you and a storm of butterflies erupts in your stomach.

"You ready, Deputy?"

The Little Jude takes a few seconds to think about it before putting his scarf in front of his mouth and answering a slightly muffled "Yaaaaay!"

"Here we go, then!"

Cobb puts his scarf in front of his own mouth and starts his speeder at full speed, almost drowning the child's happy cries with the noise of the engine.

And that's why he's your hero.

[marisferasiop]

Literally getting a male pinup mashup Raylan Givens / Cobb Vanth tattoo right now, no one can stop me 😂 I'm calling him "the marshal"

[olyphantgifs]

That creature's been terrorizing these parts since long before Mos Pelgo was established. Thanks to this armor, I've been able to protect this town from bandits and Sand People. They look to me to protect 'em. But a krayt dragon is too much for me to take on alone.

THE MANDALORIAN – 2x01 “The Marshal”

[martamatta95]

Bo-Katan and Din stop at Mos Pelgo to get supplies.

Bo-Katan *pointing to Cobb*: Who's that sexy man?🤔

Din: It's Marshal

Bo-Katan: Can he fight?

Din: He has a great talent for many things 🫠

Bo-Katan: Do you happen to know if...

Din *obstructing Bo's vision possessively*: With all due respect, Princess Kryze, I saw him first.😡

Bo-Katan: But what....?😵‍💫

Din: I know what you're thinking! that sexy charming smile, not to mention that nice ass. Know darling that that's mine!😡

Bo-Katan: I just wanted to ask him if he knows where to buy some decent weapons😌

Din: ok... 😱 let's pretend nothing happened🤫

Bo-Katan: You know I won't😜

How much I like writing Din jealous and, despite this, he doesn't have the courage to ask his marshal out

[magess]

Fanfic For Your Holiday

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Sands and Time

Fandom: Loki Marvel Series Pairing: Loki/Mobius Rated E Word Count: 9700 Summary: Post-S2 Fix-it fics where Mobius finds a way to break Loki out of the tree for a little vacay. There's first kisses and sex and grief and magical tents on the beach.

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The Deep Sand

Fandom: The Mandlorian Pairing: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth Rated E Word Count: 79k Summary: Din returns to Mos Pelgo after having been excommunicated. He and the marshal navigate religious trauma and the sudden resurgence of Cobb's past as a slave. A love story. A revenge story. A dangerous journey across the Dune Sea.

[manofbeskar]

posting my dincobb fics bc i can hehe

[completed] killing vanth - the renown assassin, the mandalorian, has begun his murders in america. the fbi agent cobb vanth is put on the case (killing eve au)

[ongoing] this crude matter - din is a fulcrum undercover agent and cobb is a stormtrooper, newly moved to his fleet

[completed] as we stumble along - after grogu leaves with luke, din moves in with cobb

[ongoing] i am not romantic - din, boba, and fennec need a new roommate and they find cobb (new girl au, script format)

[completed] what it takes to make this right - din bathes in the living waters and is challenged with his guilt over cobb's death

[ongoing] the miracle mile - eleven years after a terrible end to their friendship, din and cobb reconcile (modern au)

[completed] get up / go - din stays in mos pelgo a little while longer

[completed] never a good time - din gets revenge on cad bane for hurting cobb (canon divergence)

cobb book ao3 links:

cobb vanth: the marshal's tale - cobb backstory fic. din appears in the part VI in 9 aby

if we had more time - din's pov of the 9 aby chapters of TMT (edited version to not feature oc related stuff)

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Clan of Three (BOBF) - Chapter 4

Chapter Four: In the Name of Honor

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with a slowly discovering lineage. With the child off with the Jedi, the close-knit pair continues their travels through the galaxy.

Word Count: 8.9K

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

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, angst, slight ptsd, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments

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Returning quickly back to Mos Espa hearing an attack happened on the Sanctuary, reaching the exploded building the sandstone blacken by the explosion. Entering the building you see Boba, Fennec, and the two Mods; Drash and Skad.

“That was fast. Were you able to hire any foot soldiers?” Fennec asks and Din says, “I think so…Cobb Vanth is raising a garrison for us.”

“What price did you negotiate?” Fennec questions waiting for the price but he shakes his head, “Free.”

“Free?” Din nods, “He’s been holding off the spice trade single-handedly. I told him we could shut it down.”

“That’s not free. That’s most of Jabba the Hutt’s business.” Fennec protests with Cobb’s demand.

“That’s what the town wants,” Din replies and Fennec goes to retort but Boba cuts her off.

“I agree to their terms.” Fennec comes over to her boss trying to reason with him, “There’s a lot of credits to be made from that orange powder.”

“In the long run, it is better for us as well. Mos Espa can become a prosperous city under our protection. Spice is killing our people. Let Marshal Vanth and the people of Mos Pelgo…” Boba says.

“Freetown is its name now.” You pipe in and Boba nods, “Let the people of Freetown know they have my word.”

“You can tell Cobb Vanth himself when he arrives here with the reinforcements.” Din says and Boba is only worried he will not, “You are confident he will come?”

“I am.” He vouches and the bounty hunter nods, “Well if he does not, we are doomed. Our skill is no match for the Syndicate numbers. We must buy time until they arrive. We’ll lockdown at the palace.”

“It’s a bad idea.” Skad says and Fennec looks over at the bionic man, “Is that so?” 

“It is.” He says and the assassin leans against a wall looking at the man, “And where do you propose we wait for reinforcements?”

“Here.” He says gesturing to the ruins you were in. “Here? In these ruins? Nonsense. The palace offers greater protection.” Boba says shaking his head and Drash steps forward.

“If you want to abandon Mos Espa and hide in your fortress, go ahead. We’re staying. The people who live here need our protection.” She says that the two young adults' decisions are final. You had to respect it, this was their home and they were fighting for it. Fett is silent looking at them before he nods, “We’ll stay.”

You set up camp in the ruins of the Sanctuary and when dawn arrived the plan was put into action with only Fennec, Boba, Din, yourself, and the majordomo that was apparently their hostage/informant.

“As we wait for the reinforcements to arrive with Cobb Vanth from Freetown, our forces are quietly patrolling the streets of the old city. The Pyke Syndicate has not yet arrived in numbers, but the minute they do, we will see them before they see us. The truce you negotiated with the other families of Mos Espa will ensure that they will remain neutral and allow us to gain the upper hand by surprising the arriving soldiers,” Fennec explains the plan as you sit on a piece of rubble listening in, “The Gamorrean guards are posted in the Klatooinian territory at the starport and will alert us if any of the Pyke Syndicate forces arrive. Krrsantan is in Trandoshan territory, keeping tabs on the streets of the municipality in front of City Hall. Drash and Skad are with the other Mods keeping an eye on the Worker’s District and the Aqualish Quarter. As you can see, all our flanks are covered. Nobody is sneaking up on us. When the people of Freetown arrive, we will have the forces required to pivot our strength to whatever region the Pykes choose to attack from.”

“For now?” You ask resting your hands on your crossed legs and Fennec looks over at you, “We wait.”

“Lord Fett?” Boba’s 8D8 droid enters the sanctuary, “There is someone here to see you.” You all stand up surprised someone had arrived at your positions.

“I thought you said nobody could sneak up on us.” Boba says to Fennec as you all draw your weapons and Din puts you behind him as the three of you hid outside behind the pillars while Boba steps out into the open and you hear him speak, “I thought I smelled something. If you’re looking for a job, you’re late.”

“I’ve already got a job. I’m here to negotiate on behalf of the Pyke Syndicate.” A gravelly but distinctive voice calls out and Boba scoffs, “I don’t negotiate with gutless murderers.”

“If that’s not the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.” The man retorts for the hypocrisy from Boba. “Clear out. And tell your bosses we know they’re outnumbered.” Boba warns him and you hear the man chuckle and you tighten your grip on your blaster.

“I wouldn’t be counting on the people of Freetown to be coming anytime soon. I paid Marshal Vanth a visit. You should’ve never left him without his armor,” The air is silent as your blaster falls from your hands. No, you just saw him he couldn’t be. The guilt that crashed into you made you physically ill, no he was still there and safe. Cobb was…

“Without training, you are a danger to yourself and others. People will die because of your actions if you continue down this path.”

“You bastard!” Your body reacts running past Din and you get right around to see the man with blue skin and completely red eyes. His hand moves to the blaster on his waist and Boba grasps his own. Hands snatch your shoulders and you’re pulled behind the pillar as Din’s hand covers your mouth muffling your screams that turn to cries his other wrapped around your waist to stop you from running. Fennec has her rifle aimed out to cover you both as Din tries calming your breakdown.

“Shush you’re alright. You have to be quiet.” He whispers in your ear as he holds your back against his chest as you flail in his grasp as your tears and cries are quieted by his hand. His heart breaks hearing your cries it was cruel you had just seen the man who had helped raise you only to find out he was killed in cold blood.

“Before you get any ideas, I’ve got backshooters too. Let the spice move through Mos Espa, and all this can be avoided.” The man calls out as your struggle stops as you slump back to Din’s body tears streaming down your face.

“No.” Boba says and Bane looks at him his hands resting on his waist, “What do you propose then?”

“I will only negotiate with the head of the Pyke Syndicate.” Boba says and Bane grins ready for the killing blow, “You mean the one that massacred your Tusken family and blamed it on a speed bike gang?” Boba is frozen by the memories of the ones that taught him the ways of Tusken, he had thought it was the speed bike gang.. “You know it’s true.”

Boba’s hand moves his finger resting on the trigger and Fennec appears from behind the pillar her rifle ready as she calls out to him, “Boba.”

“Let’s do this right here, right now.” Bane taunts him as anger runs through his veins. He could do it right now.

“Not now. You pick when.” Fennec reminds him but he shakes his head, “He killed Vanth. The reinforcements aren’t coming.”

“We fight on our terms, not theirs.” She says trying to convince him but anger had taken over him as they were clearly at the disadvantage, the Mandalorian behind the pillar was busy calming the grieving girl and he was blinded by the idea of killing Bane.

“I can take him.” He says his voice rough, “You’re emotional.”

“I can take him.” He grits out and Fennec moves to stand right beside him.

“We need to adjust. You’ll have your moment.” She reminds him. Understanding where he was coming from but it wasn’t the time. The anger clears his vision just enough to listen to her reasoning and his finger leaves the trigger.

“Tell your client negotiations are terminated.” He says turning and Bane calls out to him making him look back. “You’re going soft in your old age.”

Looking at the other bounty hunter the man that knew his father that knew him before he responds, “We all do.”

You’re pulled inside the sanctuary Boba and Fennec following afterward as the majordomo starts speaking, “That was an impressive display of restraint. Exemplary stratagem. If I may be so bold as to offer additional counsel-”

“I wonder how much he would pay for the Twi’lek.” Boba says and that shuts him up, “Understood. Many pardons. I should never have interjected.”

You shove Din off you moving towards the back of the room the guilt and sorrow in your chest turn into something ugly. It was burning in your veins the anger you had felt on that cruiser, the rage that fueled your body. Your knees hit the floor and your hand grabs the saber resting on your belt. The small pearl resting inside the kyber crystal chamber is the first gift you’ve ever got from him. He raised you…protected you..and he was gone. You clutch the blade to your chest mourning over the loss of the man you once saw as a father. Those ugly thoughts whisper in your ears, he would be alive if you were there to protect him, you got him involved with the Pykes and now he’s dead, Freetown blames you for his death, you killed their Marshal…their protector. The fear and anger bleed through your body unaware of it seeping into the weapon in your hands.

Din looks over at where you sit on the ground staring off completely shutting out the world. Your droid stands beside you but you don’t even notice it. He didn’t know what to say or do, he wasn’t good at going through loss. He moved on when someone died having connections was not safe for a man who is constantly put in danger. But you were just a child…you wore your heart on your sleeve and he was forced to watch you lose yourself with the man’s death.

Boba and Fennec are silent, the other man going through his own form of mourning with the truth of the Tuskens’ death. Silence fills the destroyed sanctuary before Drash’s voice comes in through the comms, “Come in, boss. Come in. Something feels strange over here.”

“Have the Pykes arrived?” Boba asks, “Not yet, but something feels off.” The woman responds and suddenly there’s blaster fire

“The locals are attacking! I thought we had a treaty.” Drash shouts over blaster fire and Boba frowns at the news,

“So did I.”

“They laid a trap!” Drash yells out before the comms go mute as Boba yells trying to get in touch with the Wookie, “Santo! Santo, come in!”

“It’s a coordinated attack. We’ll have to gather our people.” Boba says looking at Fennec and Din who listens in keeping an eye though on the girl in the back.

“There’s no way to overcome their advantage. We need to take out command and control.” Fennec shakes her head and Boba curses.

“Does the Pyke Syndicate still operate out of Mos Eisley?” Boba asks Shaiz’ majordomo who tries not to reveal the full information.

“Oh, it’s difficult to say for certain that…” Three blasters are pointed at him and he corrects himself, “Mos Eisley? Yes, now that I think of it, indeed they do. More specifically, the Desert Survey Office.”

Boba turns to the assassin, “Can you do that? Can you get there in time?” She shrugs, “Worth a shot.” She quickly departs taking a speeder and zooming through the streets.

“They’re here,” Din calls out and Boba joins him looking through the broken window as the Syndicate forces begin to move in surrounding the whole front of the building.

“It was just a matter of time. Is Cad Bane with them?” He asks trying to spot him but Din shakes his head, “Don’t see him. Any news on the others?”

Boba looks defeated, “Would be a miracle if any survived. All three gotras of Mos Espa turned on us.” He says and Din nods,

“It was the smart move.”

“It was. I suppose you’ll be heading out.” Boba asks seeing the very imminent failure.

“I’m not.” He refuses but Boba gives him the chance, “You should.”

“It’s against the Creed. I gave you my word. I’m with you until we both fall.” Din says and Boba looks at him, “You really buy into that bantha fodder?” He asks and the Mandalorian nods

“I do.” Fett chuckles checking the cartridge of his blaster, “Good.”

“The way I see it, we have two choices. We wait until they get into position and launch a siege on their terms.” Din says and Fett looks at him, “Or?”

“We rush out there, catch them unaware,” Din gives a quick but shoddy plan, “Then we can escape to your ship at the palace.” Fett shakes his head hearing the end of the plan.

“I can’t abandon Mos Espa. These people are counting on me.” He explains and Din nods pulling out his blaster, “Okay, then. We’ll both die in the name of honor.”

“You sure you wanna stay?” He says he was giving him the chance to leave, especially with the girl he was protective of.

“This is the way.”

“If I may offer an alternative?” The majordomo cuts in and the two bounty hunters look at him silently, “Shall I continue?...I’ll continue. You may not know this about me, in fact, how could you, except perhaps what vestiges remain of my accent, but… I was educated on Coruscant. Not that that makes me better in any way.”

“Get to it.” Fett cuts him off and he nods sharply getting back on track,

“Yeah, uh… I attended finishing academy. My parents were not wealthy by any means. I specialized in Civic Council Negotiations. Now, if you would feel confident empowering me to negotiate on your behalf, I’m fairly certain we would be granted passage off world with, at worst, some theatrical, symbolic, groveling gestures and an exchange of funds.”

Fett is silent before nodding, “Very well. Give me your tablet. I will write out my statement and what I am willing to pay.” Taking the majordomo’s tablet and starts writing as he smiles, “I shall go as your emissary. I have no compunction whatsoever genuflecting or even groveling if needs be, which would save you from any potential bruising of ego, so to speak.”

Fett returns the table before gesturing outside, “Now go before I change my mind.”

“Yes. Excellent.”

Din looks over to where his adopted daughter rests panic runs through his veins finding you and your droid missing. “Kid?!” He shouts but it’s too late to try finding you as their plan was already in action

“Salutations! Salutations! I am unarmed but for this tablet bearing the terms of surrender. I wish to present to whomever spokesperson is empowered to deliberate an acceptable outcome in the eyes of the Oba Diah high council.” The majordomo calls out with open arms to the armed men outside the Sanctuary. The commander of the group steps forward looking at him,

“Read it to me, tail-head.” He spats and the majordomo points to his head laughing at the joke, “Oh, because of the enchanting sobriquet, and one of which I never tire. Yes. Someday I hope to see the fabled Obsidian Cliffs of Oba Diah with my own eyes.”

“Read it.”

“Agreed. Let us dispense with the pleasantries,” Clearing his throat he looks at the written surrender, “I, Boba Fett, speaking as Daimyo of the Tatooine territories formerly held by Jabba the Hutt, do present the following offer,” His voice trails off having read ahead quickly growing silent, “Perhaps we should discuss what you’d be willing to…”

“Read it.” The man repeats growing tired.

“…following offer. Nothing. Uh…You will leave this planet and your spice trade. If you refuse these terms…,” Clearing his throat fear taking over his body as he’s forced to keep reading, “…the arid sands of Tatooine will once again flourish with flowered fields fertilized with the bodies of your dead.”

The Pyke commander lifts his blaster at the majordomo as he holds his hands up, “His words.”

Before the majordomo can be executed, Fett and Din soar in on their jetpacks gunning down the Syndicate soldiers. Though they are fired back the beskar armor protects them and with their weapons and the surprise strike the two are able to take down many of the Syndicate soldiers on their own. Firing his whistling birds Din takes down several Pykes and Boba sends an attack with his flamethrower. Bolts hit the two of them striking them back as they grow too much as they are knocking them down.

“They just keep coming.” Boba groans firing at as many soldiers as he cans but when one falls down another appears.

A few soldiers draw closer to the two of them as they try taking them down when they suddenly are pulled into the air dropping their blasters and clutching their throats. The soldiers and the two bounty hunters look around for who was doing this when a loud crack fills the air as their necks all snap in sync their bodies hitting the ground.

A screech fills the air and they all look over as fear strikes through them, even the bounty hunters seeing their ally. Din felt his throat close up and he was back on the cruiser, frozen watching you beat the life out of Moff Gideon. The rage in your eyes as your fist pounded caving in the man’s face the blood coating your body. What frightened him was seeing the weapon in your hand but it crackled in the air the plasma blade wild and chaotic reflecting your emotions. It was the color no longer orange but a blood red, a color all knew that referred to the opposite of the Jedi.

The color of the Sith.

“Is that a Jedi?” One of the Syndicate soldiers calls out the confusion in their tone. Unsure if the red-lightsaber wielder was their enemy or their ally. A snap fills the air as their neck turns a full 180 and they drop dead. You drop your hand the other clutching the saber your anger and hate bleeding into the weapon as it grows more powerful but also more unstable.

“Where is Cad Bane.” You growl out as blaster fire aims right at you. Dodging or reflecting the bullets back at them as they try to fight back but your rage is flooding through your veins. The blood pumping in your ears as you decapitate a soldier turning the blade around to stab another that tries to get the jump on you from behind. Din and Fett watch in awe but also in slight horror as your fluid movement with the weapon massacres their enemies. You arch the blade up slamming it down on one as they are split in half. The shades and hues of different blood coat your hands and parts of your body.

Grabbing one by the neck after cutting his hands off you pull him into the air, “Where. Is. Cad Bane.” You hiss as he screams in pain and you dig your saber deep into his chest silencing him.

The roar of a speeder and blaster fire comes from behind unaware reinforcements arrive. “The people of Freetown,” Boba calls out firing out as they move towards the armorer vehicle filled with people firing at the Pykes. Din wants to pull you away from the fight as you are in the middle of it but is unable to move beside the speeder seeing Taanti,

“I’m sorry about the Marshal.” Din gives his condolences as the Weequay fires out at the soldiers,

“They gunned him down in cold blood.” He hisses and Din feels his heartbreak trying to think about how you were feeling.

“You didn’t have to come here.” He says and Taanti shakes his head, “Yes, we did. This planet deserves better. I don’t know how she’s dealing with it.” And they two see you slash your blade through another man not getting a second to breathe as you block blaster fire to kill another man. This is what he feared, he had seen your old self start to come back but it was crushed so quickly. The bloodlust and anger in your eyes, when the punches stopped being held back the attack not to defend yourself but to make them hurt. For them to feel the suffering that you felt. Blood soaked the sands as you tear through their defenses, but it was the moment he saw you hesitate to take in much-needed air he saw you go down.

“Kid!” Din yells running straight into the chaos, as the others give him cover, and the arrival of the mods pulled the soldiers' focus away from you. He sees your hand grabbing your leg your saber held in the other, you swing at him still blinded but he’s able to block it with the beskar. Your arm drops seeing it’s Din as he pulls you up to stand trying to take most of your weight off pulling you to safety and your free hand blocks blaster fire with your saber. Once around the safety of the Freetown armored speeder, your back is against the speeder as Din kneels in front of you. Your thigh was bleeding from a bolt striking you there, he rips part of your cloak and ties it above the wound to stop you from bleeding out. You go to move but Din pushes you back down the fighting still going on around you.

“I have to get Cad! I have to kill him! For Cobb-” “You’re done!” Din yells pushing you back down as you try to get back up again. Your gaze is fierce as you stare down Din and he holds you against the speeder. “You’re done, kid…” He says his voice weak.

“They’re falling back!” Someone yells out and you struggle to stand as Din helps you up an arm around your waist to keep you up. You could see the Pykes retreating away as the people around you cheer and celebrate.

“Freetown!” “Yeah!”

“I wouldn’t celebrate yet. We got problems,” Din says as you see coming around the corner two very large spider-like droids, “We got real problems.”

Blasters and even Fett’s missiles are useless with their powerful deflector shields as they turn and take aim at the vehicle. “Run! We’ll distract them.” Din helps you run away as the attack hits the speeder and it explodes in a ball of fire. The people of Freetown, the Mods, and Krrsantan start to flee down the streets of Mos Espa as the three of you stay back.

“Go get out of here!” Din yells and you shake your head pulling out your saber the red blade appearing with a crackle and roar,

“I’m not leaving you!” You shout back quickly dodging a bolt from hitting you as it collides. Rolling as the sand kicks up in the air from the powerful attack you hiss in pain looking at your leg and seeing the blood soaking through your pant leg. Din and Boba attack the droids their blasters making no dent and Din pulls out the Darksaber trying to pierce through their shields but it doesn’t go through.

“I can’t get through.” Din yells out as you keep moving backward avoiding the droids' attacks, “These two will destroy the whole city!” Fett shouts and Din tackles you when another attack is aimed at you. He helps you up as you keep running well yours is a half-sprint half-hobble

“Our energy weapons can’t get through, and our kinetic weapons have too much velocity,” Din says

“Can you protect the others?” Fett asks and Din nods, “I can distract them for a spell. Why?”

“Watch out!” Fett yells as you both dodge a bolt heading to the two of you, you grunt from the strain in your leg.

“We need reinforcements.” You wheeze out your arm wrapped around Din’s shoulder the other holding your saber.

“From where? You’ve run out of friends.” Din says aiming the comment at Fett.

“Protect the others.” He says before blasting off into the air leaving the two of you against the giant droids. Din fires at them and is able to get the attention of one as you both take off in the streets. You’re pulled forward by Din a clear trail of blood following behind you both as the droid fires upon you. Turning the corner you see a cart driven by a rickshaw droid heading toward you and a woman waving at the two of you.

“Mando! Ha! We found you! I got a surprise for you.” Peli calls out to you two as Din waves his hand forward,

“Turn around!” He yells over the sound of the droid getting closer and how far away you were. “What?”

“Turn around!” “Can’t hear you!”

“Turn around!” You both scream as the droid turns around the corner and Peli screams out as the cart quickly turns around. Din with the help of Peli helps you onto the back as he jumps on as well as the droid drives down the street.

“Can this thing go any faster? Go faster, you bucket of bolts!” Peli yells at the rickshaw droid as it speeds up and you have to clutch onto the back of the seat to hold on. Din fires back at the Scorpenek as it chases after you all, his focus was torn in two defeating the droid and making sure you were okay. Your hand was a death grip on the back of the seat the other deflected bolts from the droid. You were bloody and sickly-looking he could see your blood staining your pants from your injury.

“Hey, Mando! Look who’s here.” Peli calls out and you both look as she pulls a blanket off revealing the child you both look away only to whip back in shock.

“What? Hey, what are you doing here?” Din leans forward looking at Grogu in shock, “Buddy? How..” The small child jumps into Din’s arms and he pulls him into a hug,

“Oh! Okay, little guy. I’m happy to see you too. I didn’t know when I’d see you again. It’s okay. Yeah. I missed you too, buddy,” Din chuckles at the coo Grogu releases and you smile stroking his ears and he giggles, “But, uh… we’re in a bit of a bind here right now. You be careful. You keep your head down. You stay hidden until the fight’s over. Hey, that’s the shirt. You got the shirt.” He brings Grogu back to his seat and peeks inside his cloak spotting the beskar shirt hidden underneath.

“Save your tender moment. We’ve got a Scorpenek droid chasing us.” Peli shouts out as she fires her blaster past you.

“What is he doing here?” You ask and Peli shrugs, “The Force works in mysterious ways.”

The Scorpenek droid fires at you missing you all but it manages to shoot off the head of the rickshaw droid. It shakes before exploding as the cart flips from the momentum as you all are sent into the air. You see Din grab Grogu right as you crash into the ground groaning in pain as you turn to see the Scorpenek droid right upon you as you deflect its blaster fire. You come to stand but fall back down your hand presses against your thigh pulling back and seeing it stained red. Din yells out to you as the droid aims right at you but before it could fire a terrifying roar that makes you cover your ears distracted. Looking up seeing a rancor jump over several buildings dodging the fire from the droid. You’ve only heard the stories of the creatures hearing the legend that Jabba the Hutt had a rancor and those that disobeyed him would be fed to it.

The rancor appears before you and you see Boba Fett on top riding the beast as it manages to damage its shielding. You see Din appear behind the droid and use the darksaber to break inside the deflector shields. Climbing on top of the droid as it tries shaking him off and he slices off one of the gun turrets but is knocked off. It raises its leg to crush Din when you throw your saber it spins cutting off the leg and it returns back into your hand. The droid collapse gave Fett’s rancor time to finish tearing it apart and destroying the tech. Din grabs you pulling you into his arms as he embraces you and the child. His breath is shaky as he holds the two of you feeling like a part of him is whole again. He wasn’t sure how the child had gotten here but was thankful for the higher beings out there.

The attack of the second Scorpenek droid ends the touching moment as Din stands helping you up holding Grogu in his arms, “Keep ’em on their heels. They’re on the run.”

“Come on, let’s get the Pykes.” You say moving forward your saber ready as you join the battle against the remaining Pyke soldiers and the final droid. The rancor beats the droid into buildings and it fires at it but its hide absorbs the attack. It rips apart the turrets stopping the droid from firing it tries stabbing the rancor with its legs but the creature destroys it. With a roar, it destroys the droid before going after Pykes. You deflect blaster bolts from hitting you or your allies as you shove your hand out and it shoves back a few Pykes into stands of fruits or walls. A fresh breath of air fills your body and you sense the presence. Your head turns off in a direction and the anger that had been left distracted by others had felt it too. You could do it. Get your revenge..for Cobb. Your saber drops slightly as the blaster fire flies past you, you can reach out tapping into the force that surrounds you. Feeling the grains of sand, the smell of the blasters, the drip of sweat mixed with blood falling from your body, the muffled sounds of gunfire and shouting.

Then you find him as the world around you returns and you stare at his presence.

“Bane…”

Cad Bane fights against the Rancor firing his blaster at it before he scares it off from the fire in his vambraces. The creature roars throwing Fett off his back and flees into the streets of Mos Espa. Fett rises staring at the other bounty hunter across the street just the two of them.

“Clear out and take your hoodlum gang with you,” Fett calls out to the man.

“I’ve known you a long time, Boba. One thing I can’t figure. What’s your angle?” He admits and Fett shakes his head, “This is my city. These are my people. I will not abandon them.”

“Like the Tuskens.” Bane tries to goad Fett but he remains firm and doesn’t let the anger take over, “Don’t toy with me. I’m not a little boy any longer, and you are an old man.”

“I’m still faster than you.” Bane retorts.

“That may be, but I have armor.” He agrees but he had the advantage of the beskar armor that protected him.

“Let’s find out.”

The two stand still before whipping out their blaster, Bane hits Fett knocking him down his blaster flying from his hand. Looking down at him Bane stalks toward him, “Now’s about the time you jet off to your bacta tank.”

“This is my city!” Fett yells sitting up flames emitting from his vambraces as Bane dodges rolling out of the way and firing at him again knocking him back down.

“You gave it a shot. You tried to go straight. But you’ve got your father’s blood pumping through your veins. You’re a killer.” Kicking him back away from his weapon, Bane kicks his weapon away, “This isn’t the first time I beat you out on a job.” He slams his foot onto Fett’s wrist as he groans in pain pinning him down to his knee and digging into his chest as he shoves the blaster between the gaps of armor.

“There’s no shame in it,” Bane says ripping the helmet off Boba revealing his face as he glares at the man. Rising to stand still pinned he slowly raises his blaster, “Consider this my final lesson. Look out for yourself. Anything else is weakness.”

“Bane!” A voice calls out and the bounty hunt looks forward and Boba looks upside down trying to see who it was. On the end of the street is a girl covered in blood though not her own. She stands tall though Bane notices the weight she shifts off the injured leg. “You and I have business.” Your hand pulls the saber off your belt a screech fills the air as the red blade appears and you see Bane grin.

“A jedi?” He says and you raise it pointing it at him,

“You’re going to die for what you did.” You spat and he laughs only making you tighten your grip on the weapon.

“I think you’ve wandered off little lady..best get back to your Mandalorian.” He says and your glare is piercing.

“I’m exactly where I need to be.” You hiss and Bane steps away from Fett not before delivering a swift kick to his side making him groan.

“You know I’ve met your grandfather before,” Bane calls out and you bring your other hand to stabilize your grip on the saber, “I know who you are, you look just like Kenobi…but your anger is just like Skywalker.” He hisses the names to remember his enemies during the time of the Clone Wars.

“The Marshal died a painful death because of me…his screams filled Freetown.” He says and your vision goes red. You race towards him as he fires at you though you deflect them sending them back to him. Throwing your saber it spins toward him but he dodges the attack sending flames your way. Rolling underneath the attack grabbing your saber mid-air a beam of plasma clips your hair the loudness causing a ringing in your ear. Closing the distance you raise your saber to strike him down when he kicks you in the stomach you fall back and he fires right at your saber hitting the open chamber of the saber.

The plasma completely destroys the saber as the power cells become unstable and explode. You’re thrown back hitting the ground the wind ripped from your lungs as the destroyed saber rest before you. You were certain you blacked out when you hit the ground, your ears ringing as you gasp for air. Scratches from the shrapnel of the hilt decorate your face and hands. Shakily trying to push yourself up a kick to your face and you spit out blood before a foot digs into your chest pinning you back into the sand, Bane stands above you and you see the blaster raised and aimed at you when he’s attacked by Boba Fett. You force yourself to roll to your side pushing yourself up on shaky hands and catching Fett impale Bane with his gaderffii stick. 

Blood pours from your face and nose as you drag yourself and rest on the sands the destroyed saber and the crystal shattered in pieces. Tears and blood blind you as your fingers shake trying to collect the pieces of the krayt pearl until the fragments rest in your palms. The gift you treasured for years, using it for your saber, destroyed by you…by your anger. Your head drops as you cry over the broken weapon mourning over losing one of the only things you could call yours.

Following the battle, Din realized you went missing before he received a call through his comm from Boba, that he had you. Arriving with Grogu in his arms and Peli and the others they found Boba Fett standing over the body of Cad Bane a grim look on his face. Din’s focus was instantly drawn to the girl keeled over in the sands. Rushing to her his movements slow down hearing the cries come from the girl and coming around to face her sees the destroyed saber resting in front of her as you clutch something in your hands to your chest. Slowly kneeling down and placing the child down beside his hands hover out in front of him.

“Kid..” He whispers making you look at him and his heart cracks. Cuts litter your face as blood a now steady trickle from your nose and your mouth. Your eyes were red fresh tears wet your waterline and lashes. Your bloody hands pull away from your chest opening it up and revealing the shattered pearl, “Oh kid..” He pulls you into his chest as you crumble crying into his chest. Din holds your head to him the other stroking your back.

“It’s…it’s my fault…I would get people hurt,” Your voice hoarse as he tries wiping the blood from your face, “People were…going to die…because of me.”

“No..no none of this is your fault okay…it’s not your fault cyar’ika.” He says holding your face between his hands as tears fill your vision.

“Din..” You fall back into his chest as he holds you to him. The small child looks on with a sad expression before coming between you two and you pull back as it brings his small hand over yours. His fingers barely cover a single finger and he closes his eyes focusing. You can feel the immense force coming off him as he pulls back then looks up at you and you understand the look in his wide eyes. You look at your hand at the pieces of the pearl it was dull lacking its shine and hue.

Closing your eyes you squeeze the portions of the pearl tightly in your fist pouring all your energy into it, turning the fear and anger that first harmed the crystal into love and peace. Thinking of all your positive memories, being on the Razor Crest with the child and Din, on Sorgan seeing trees and so much green for the first time, reuniting the Frog family with its children, coming home to Tatooine, and seeing Cobb. The memories you had with him, your first time meeting, he teaches you how to defend yourself, the times he took care of you when you were sick or soothed your fears when you had a nightmare, his horrid jokes as you worked on your speeder together, your fifteen birthday and actually celebrating it since your parents died, him gifting you the Krayt Pearl. Tears of sadness as the memories of Cobb fuel you to heal the crystal. Din watches you focus your eyes closed as you clutch the destroyed pearl between your hands. A weight is lifted off your shoulders and you open your eyes slowly opening your palm tears spring from your eyes seeing the intact crystal as it shimmers in the light. You look at the pearl a wide grin covers your features as he looks at the item resting in your hands. He would always remain amazed by the things you or the child could do just earlier seeing Grogu put the fierce rancor to sleep. You smile looking up at Din when all the energy in your body is drained as your vision goes black. Din was able to catch you the second your eyes rolled back, he panicked for a second seeing you collapse in front of him bringing his fingers to your pulse sighing in relief feeling your heartbeat. The pearl barely rests in your unconscious hands, the act of healing must have drained all your energy just like it had for the child who looks at the two of you.

“Come on kid,” Din says to Grogu as he grabs the pearl and the remaining pieces of your saber putting it in his satchel, his own gift still with him. Scooping you up into his arms he holds your unconscious body looking down at the small child beside his feet and then at the one in his arms. He felt at peace knowing the two of you were back with him, he would protect you two and make sure you never shed a single tear again. He swears on it.

You felt weightless a calming sensation surrounds you but the urge to wake up draws you away from the dreamless sleep you are in. Your eyes blink open and you notice you submerge in some cold liquid and a breathing device is in your mouth. Taking in a breath of air from the device as you try thinking back on how you got to hear everything in a blur. Suddenly the liquid drains as the capsule opens and you sit up pulling the apparatus from your mouth and taking in a shaky inhale suddenly aware you were soaking wet only in the new pair of clothes as they stick to your skin.

“Princess Kenobi-Kryze you are awake, your bacta session has fully healed your wounds.” A protocol droid rolls in as it hands you a robe that you quickly wrap around yourself. Being the cold water now out in the air your body shakes slightly as you try to warm yourself up. “I will notify Lord Fett and your party that you have awoken.” The droid doesn’t give you much time to answer especially the title as you sit there looking around the room, it was pretty empty besides the bacta tank and some other items which you assumed were Fett’s. You bring your hand to your face not feeling any cuts or scaring on your face. Looking at your leg pulling up the pants to see your thigh. Your fingers run along the smooth skin, the blaster wound not even leaving a mark

“Kid.” You turn seeing Din standing in the doorway the small green infant in his arms. He crosses the room before you’re even out of the machine his free arm wrapping around your head and pressing you to his chest. You can feel the shaky exhale he releases as he holds you to him Grogu grabs a finger with his small hands and you smile stroking his ears. He pulls back looking over you not a single scratch was left, the bacta completely healing your injuries.

“Come on kid, they're gonna need this tank.” He helps you to stand as he keeps a hand on your shoulder. You don’t get to ask when Drash and Skad bring in a man and the air leaves your system as they move past you quickly to place him inside.

“Cobb..” You whisper looking at the man as he’s placed inside the tank and they quickly close it up, it filling with bacta. “But they said…”

“He was able to get some help but the bacta will quicken the process,” Drash says as she looks at the man with understanding in her eyes and it hits you.

“You modified him..” Drash nods as you pull from Din’s arms stepping towards the tank and seeing the man resting peacefully in the healing bacta. Your hands rest against the glass wishing he could reach out and take yours. Resting your forehead against the tank whispering into it, “Please be alright.”

“Come on kid..” Din calls out as you stand up swiping the stray tear that threatens to fall and you pull returning to the Mandalorian as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, “Let’s get you dressed.” He says leading you like a child to another room as the droid comes over your clothes in its arms. Thanking the droid you head behind the privacy screen getting dressed grateful to be back in your clothes. Your fingers run along the clean fabric as you pull your pants up your legs surprised to see the sewing put in to fix your pants.

Returning around the screen Din still waiting there with the child in his arms as you holster your blaster and knife. It was like instinct to grab your belt to fix your saber but your hand comes empty. The pain from losing your saber is too fresh as a frown takes over your features.

“Hey kid,” Din calls out and you look at the man trying to hide the sad look on your face to no avail. He waves his hand for you to follow him. Leaving the tower as you move through Boba Fett’s palace until you reach the throne room and laying in the middle as a rug and a singular item wrapped in a cloth tied with a cord.

“What is this?” You look at the man as he leads you toward the rug placing the child down as it moves to the cloth sitting across from it.

“A gift.” He says taking you by the shoulders to make you sit on the rug in front of the object wrapped in cloth. Din moves back standing to the side and you look up at him as he gestures to you and then to the cloth, “Go on.” You give him a suspicious look before turning to the cloth and glancing at the child who is also looking in interest. Undoing the cord with care and putting it to the side you slowly undo the cloth, your breath gets caught in your throat when you see the item. The saber is in perfect recreation as it rests in separate pieces including the inner works. The only difference that you did notice was the metal of the hilts it had a slight marbling effect something you’ve never seen before. Grabbing a part of the hilt the cold metal presses against your skin, and you feel the weight of it but it was light at the same time.

“Is this beskar?” You look at Din as he nods at the shocked expression on your face. “But I thought beskar wasn’t meant to be weapons.” You ask as he moves towards you crouching down.

“It’s not, it’s technically considered taboo to Mandalorians, but like the child, you deserved armor as foundlings,” He points at the hilt resting in your hand, “This is your armor. To protect you as a Jedi…and a Mandalorian.” Din reaches into his satchel pulling out the krayt pearl and you perk up as he passes it to you and you accept it with such delicacy. The intact pearl shimmers in the light and has a faint warm glow that is brighter in the healed cracks. You look at the disassembled saber and the crystal in your palm slowly placing it back down onto the cloth as Din steps back. Taking a deep breath feeling your heartbeat loud and strong as it slows down with your breathing. Your hands rest on your knees as your palms face upward as your drift shut. Focusing on your breathing as the doors open as the Force rushes over you wrapping around your body like a blanket. It’s comforting and welcoming like an embrace protecting you as the small objects shake gently and then rise into the air. You can feel the sunlight through the sandstone, the texture of the handmade rug underneath you, hear the inhales from the child in front of you and the modulated breathes from the Mandalorian, tasting the crisp air, and the smell of fresh linens that wraps your body.

Din watches in amazement as the pieces of the weapon move throughout the air stopping in their desired places and the weapon forms before him. Working outwards on both ends towards the middle, the power cells are covered through wiring and the beskar hilt. The weapon of the Jedi imbue with the Force as it comes towards the middle the final piece of the puzzle being the krayt pearl is it slots itself in the open chamber but protected by the metal of his ancestors.

You open your eyes as the weapon rests before you. Reaching out towards it you feel the sudden weight of the beskar but in your hands, it lightens in your grasp. Your eyes trace the details of the saber as your finger rest on the button and you activate it. A screech fills the air as the plasma emits from the hilt. A gorgeous orange like the sunset on Tatooine bathes you in the color light. The healed crystal purifies it of the color of the Sith.

The blade retreats back into the hilt and you look at the saber resting in your hand but also the weapon on his belt, the whispers faintly coming from it calling you. Din follows your gaze seeing the Darksaber resting on his hilt before he pulls it off his belt holding it out to you. “I am not the owner of this weapon thus it should not be in my possession.” He explains that you froze it was fear that stopped you. The weapon that had cut through your flesh, in the possession of the man that slaughtered your people, was yours by right, your claim to the blade but also to the throne of a destroyed planet. But while no throne rests or no armor of your ancestors adorns your skin this weapon was yours to lead and rule the hidden Mandalorians scattered across the galaxy.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.” The whisper of the voice as a hand is ghost-like on your shoulder, and you feel the presence of the person before it fades as you take the weapon in your grasp feeling the weight of it as you attach it to your belt beside your saber. You felt the conflict in yourself as you hold the weapon meant for true rulers not orphans from Tatooine. Din could see the fear in yourself with this weapon and the responsibility it means to yourself. You look up at Din who is looking at you though you can’t tell what his expression is underneath the beskar.

“You can stay here, with Cobb have a home here on Tatooine. I won’t stop you.” Din says the fear of seeing you hurt again is too great for him to deal with. If he knew you were here and safe he could deal with his exile without fear. You look away to the child holding onto your pant leg. Bending down pulling the child into your arms you step forward and Din holds his breath ready for you to agree and leave his life. Your hand reaches out grabbing his holding onto the leather glove as his finger wraps around yours instinctively his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

“I’m not leaving you,” You say looking at the man you see as a father figure, the man who protects and loves you, the man who would tear a part of the galaxy to see you safe with him, your buir, “I’ll follow you anywhere you go.” You promise him as he looks down at you.

He was at a loss for words, the girl he had originally meant to be a quarry, their relationship rocky and hesitant, but with time you had slowly broken down his walls and created a space in his heart, he would do anything to see you smile or to hear your laughter, put down his own life to make sure you and the child were safe, to allow you to be a kid…his kid, his ad. Din looks down at you before nodding,

“Okay.”

Din prepares the N-1 with the coordinates of the planet they were meant to travel sending the navigation to link with your X-Wing. From behind him, Grogu taps the dome with the small ball from the Razor Crest in his hands.

“No.”

A series of more taps as Din speaks again to the child in the pod seat built into the N-1.

“Uh-uh.”

More taps follow as Din grows more annoyed by the persistence of the child.

“No.”

A chuckle follows his comms as he looks over seeing you in your X-Wing watching the display, “Come on he’s not gonna stop until you do it.” You say as the child bangs on the glass more frantically. R4 produces his own response as you make a sound of agreement.

“Don’t need the opinion of the droid here.”

More banging comes from the glass making Din glance back at the child.

“All right. But this is the last time.” He says flipping the switch you watch the ship accelerate rapidly and you hear Gorgu’s squeals from the comms as it jumps to lightspeed. R4 beeps at you as you chuckle adjusting your grip on the joystick and punching in the coordinates,

“I know R4,”

Flipping the switch as the 5th engine roars ready and your finger hovers over the button to release the energy and jumps to hyperspace. To explore the galaxy as one adventure ends and another begins,

“This is where the fun begins.”

A/N: There is Clan of Three: Book of Boba Fett! Another part of this fantastic series is done! You are fucking incredible people and season three's first chapter is coming out next Wednesday!

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Clan of Three (Book 2) Chapter Three

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Three: The Krayt

Summary: Mando runs right into danger and forgets that he's been trying to teach (Y/N) not to do that.

            In the morning, the Tuskens loaded a small scouting group onto some banthas and rode out to the krayt dragon’s den. Mando, Vanth, the Child, and (Y/N) rode with them as well. The Tuskens stopped on a ridge and sent one man down with a bantha to the entrance of a cave. (Y/N) perched on the rocks next to Mando, and he glanced over warily to ensure they weren’t in any danger. He also kept the Child right next to him, making sure both his the kids were close to him.

            A Tusken spoke briskly and signed to explain what they were doing.

            “They say it lives in there. They say it sleeps,” translated Mando. “It lives in an abandoned sarlacc pit.”

            “Lived on Tatooine my whole life. There’s no such thing as an abandoned sarlacc pit,” said Vanth.

            “There is if you eat the sarlacc,” said Mando plainly.

            (Y/N) watched the Tusken leaving the bantha at the cave mouth. “They’re leaving the bantha to protect themselves,” they surmised.

            Mando nodded. “They’ve studied its digestion for generations. They feed the dragon to make it sleep longer.” The Tusken tied the bantha to a stake and drove it into the ground. “Watch. The dragon will appear.”

            The Tusken shouted into the cave, and the sound echoed through the canyon. The Child whimpered nervously at the tension. The krayt dragon roared as it awoke, and the Tusken below ran for cover across the barren canyon. A deep rumble began deep in the cave. The krayt dragon swam out in the sand and swallowed the Tusken whole.

            The Child gasped and ducked down. The Tuskens jerked back in surprise. The bantha was left alone below.

            “They might be open to some fresh ideas,” said Mando.

            “No kidding,” said (Y/N).

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            Back at the Tusken camp, the Tuskens set up a small map. In front of a rock, they set up some bones and pebbles, little miniatures of the krayt dragon and themselves.

            “What are the bones?” asked Vanth.

            “That’s the krayt dragon,” responded Mando.

            “And those little rocks?”

            “Us,” said (Y/N).

            “It’s not to scale,” said Vanth, scoffing.

            “I think it is,” said Mando.

            “Can’t be. That’s too big,” said Vanth incredulously.

            The Tuskens signed in explanation, and (Y/N) nodded in confirmation. “It’s to scale.”

            “I’ve only seen the head and neck. It’s bigger’n I guessed,” said Vanth. “Might be time to rethink our arrangement.”

            Once Mando commits, he doesn’t back out, thought (Y/N), smiling fondly.

            Mando signed to the Tuskens, and they sprinkled more pebbles on the diagram.

            “That’s more like it,” said Vanth. “Where are they getting the reinforcements?”

            “I volunteered your village,” said Mando, straightforward as ever.

            Vanth blinked in surprise, eyes widening. (Y/N) snorted. The people of Mos Pelgo and the Sand People both needed to survive. It was obvious they would need to work together.

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            “They attacked us less than a year ago,” said Vanth as he, Mando, the Child, and (Y/N) arrived back at Mos Pelgo. “Killed half a dozen of us by the mining camp. I’d say I took down about twice as many Tuskens.” Vanth was worried about the villagers’ willingness to work with the Tuskens to kill the dragon.

            “The town respects you. My guess is, they’ll listen to reason,” said Mando.

            “I wouldn’t be so sure,” said Vanth, heading into the bar and calling a meeting.

            One by one, the villagers filtered in and sat uncertainly. They whispered and glanced warily at the newcomers, wondering why their marshal was standing with them.

            Vanth cleared his throat and began. “This here is a Mandalorian. And those are his kids, an Ushti and a…Yeah. Anyways, he’s a Mandalorian. Do you know what that means?”

            “We’ve heard the stories,” said Weequay.

            “Then you know how good they are at killing,” said Vanth. He gestured to Mando. “Now, this one’s got a problem. I got a suit o’ salvaged armor, and the Mandalorian Creed says it’s his to take.”

            The people murmured suspiciously.

            “But I’ve got a problem, too,” said Vanth. “A krayt dragon has been peeling off our pack animals, and, sometimes, taking our mining haul with it. It’s just a matter of time before it grows tired of banthas and goes after a couple of you townsfolk, or even, so help us, the school.” The villagers grew worried. “As much as I’ve grown fond of the armor, I’m even more fond of this town. The Mandalorian and his child are willing to help us slay the leviathan in exchange for returning the armor to its ancestral owners.”

            “Well, that settles it,” said Weequay, nodding with his fellow townspeople.

            “Just wait,” murmured (Y/N), and Mando suppressed a smile at their sarcasm.

            “There’s more,” admitted Vanth. “We can’t take on the krayt alone.” He took a deep breath, knowing the villagers weren’t going to take the news well. “And the Sand People are willing to help.”

            The people shouted as they jumped to their feet. The reaction was expected but dismaying. “They raid our mines!” they cried. “They’re monsters!”

            Mando stepped forward and spoke over the clamor. “I’ve seen the size of that thing. It will swallow your entire town when the fancy hits it. You’re lucky Mos Pelgo isn’t a sand field already. I know these people. They are brutal. But so is the Dune Sea. They’ve survived for thousand of years in these sands, and they know the krayt dragon better than anyone here. They are raiders, it’s true. But they also keep their word.”

            “We have struck a deal,” said (Y/N) in the silence. They recited what Mando and the Tuskens had worked out. “If you leave them the carcass and its blood, they will work with us in this battle. And—” they looked over the villagers “—they vow never to raise a blaster against this town until one of you breaks the peace.”

            Luckily, the deal seemed to appease the townspeople. They were still wary as they packed up supplies, but at least they were working.

            “Think it’ll work?” asked Vanth quietly.

            “It better,” said Mando. “Joining forces is their only hope.”

            “Hopefully they aren’t stupid enough to forget that,” said (Y/N), watching as the Tuskens on their banthas began to arrive.

            The tension as palpable. Luckily, Vanth stepped in and helped the Tuskens start loading up supplies to smooth things over, and the townspeople followed his example, if a little more cautiously. Unfortunately, the tension bubbled over when a Tusken dropped a cannister.

            “Hey! What are you doin’?!” cried a villager indignantly. “That’s an explosive! Are you trying to blow the whole place up?” The Tusken growled. “What? Is that what you want?”

            Vanth quickly pulled the Tusken and the man apart. “Take it easy! It was an accident, okay?”

            “What do you want to do?” cried the villager.

            “It was an accident,” reiterated Vanth firmly.

            The townsman backed down, but the townspeople and Tuskens continued to look at each other suspiciously.

            “I can’t wait to shoot something,” muttered (Y/N).

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            Upon banthas and speeders, their caravan headed across the Dune Sea, back to the krayt dragon’s lair. They moved swiftly once they arrived, completely focused on the task at hand. If they wanted the dragon gone, they had to work together.

            A single Tusken walked down to the cave entrance to judge if it was asleep or not. If it was, the group could work quickly, but if it wasn’t they would be in danger and have to wait. Mando shifted in front of (Y/N) and the Child. If the krayt appeared, he wanted to be ready to protect them. The Tusken knelt and felt the vibrations of the earth. A soft snore rumbled through the canyon.

            The Tusken signaled to the group, and Vanth asked, “What’d he say?”

            “It’s sleeping,” said (Y/N).

            “If we listen carefully, we can hear its breathing,” said Mando.

            The Tuskens nudged Vanth and handed him a drink, just as they had previously. This time, Vanth just sighed and took a sip.

            “Let’s get to work,” said Mando. “The Tuskens say the belly is the only weak spot, so we have to hit it from below. First, we bury the charges at the opening of the cave. Then, we wake it up. We have to get it angry enough to charge. Once it’s far enough out, and the belly is above the explosives, you hit the detonator.”

            The villagers dug into the ground, lining the ditches with cannisters of explosives. (Y/N) assisted with the digging, the familiar motion of farmwork letting them move smoothly through the labor even as their muscles ached. It was a familiar feeling and all too comforting. After the charges were set up, the Tuskens loaded several large wooden launchers.

            A woman brought the detonator to Vanth. “Careful, Marshal,” she warned.

            “Thank you, Jo,” he responded. “And you stay safe, too.”

            Everything was set up. It was time to execute the plan. Three Tuskens stepped forward and shouted down into the cavern. The echo reverberated around the silent canyon. From deep within the cave, the dragon growled as it awoke. The Tuskens ran back to the group of people waiting.

            As they ran, a large mass swam out beneath the sand. The krayt dragon emerged from the dunes and roared. Several Tuskens fired large arrows into its face, trying to drive it closer to the charges. It swam closer and swallowed one Tusken, throwing sand up into the air as it tried to retreat.

            “Dank farrik, it’s going back in,” muttered Mando.

            The Tuskens grabbed the ropes of the arrows and tired to pull the krayt back into the open. The rope slipped from their grasps, and several Sand People were dragged forward with the dragon. The villagers shouted and shot at the krayt to tempt it back out, but it didn’t work.

            “It’s retreating,” grumbled (Y/N), lifting their blaster and firing several shots. It felt good to shoot something.

            “I’m going to hit it,” said Vanth, finger on the detonator’s trigger.

            “No, wait,” said Mando. “We only have one shot. We’ve gotta get it out.”

            Finally, the shots and shouts of the people angered the dragon, and it reared up once more. It charged forward, and villagers scattered, screaming warnings.

            “Now?” asked Vanth.

            “We need it farther,” said (Y/N).

            The Tuskens fired, and as the townspeople shot it, they pulled it towards them and the buried charges. Raising its head, the dragon threw several Tuskens and people into the air as they clung to the ropes. It roared and spewed acid down on the fleeing people. Several were disintegrated instantly.

            Mando kept calm but also reached out to push (Y/N) farther back from the edge of the outcropping they were shooting from. “Almost, almost,” he murmured. “Now!”

            Vanth pressed the button. Explosions rocked the ground as the charges went off beneath the dragon’s stomach. It roared, and the force of the explosions sent people to the ground as it shook. They groaned as the dust cleared and looked back out as the krayt dove beneath the sand for cover. Villagers and Sand People alike helped each other up as the sand settled, and they looked around to discover what had happened.

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

            (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

            “Me either,” said Mando grimly.

            The mountains rumbled as the krayt dragon burst out from the rocks above, roaring with the power to shake the very sky. It roared and spewed further poison down onto the people below. More people were killed as the venom rained down.

            “It’s picking us off like womp rats,” hissed Vanth. He grabbed his rifle, and Mando followed suit. The pair jumped up into the air with their jetpacks.

            The Child cooed, and (Y/N) nodded. “Right. Total jerks for leaving us here.”

            They jumped up onto the rocks and began firing at the krayt from where they were. Vanth and Mando landed behind the dragon and began shooting as well. The krayt was barely paying attention to anyone’s blasters, however, and even as it turned towards them, it seemed unaffected. It opened its maw and attempted to bite down on them, but Vanth and Mando jumped into the air again to dodge.

            (Y/N)’s breath caught in their throat at how close it had been. If Mando got hurt or worse, (Y/N) wasn’t sure what they’d do. They wouldn’t be able to cope with losing another person close to them.

            So, instead, they focused their anger into shooting the krayt in its stomach as Mando and Vanth fired up at it from the ground. The dragon dove into the rock again, disappearing from sight. From behind the villagers and Sand People on the ground, the krayt reared its head and roared. Mando and Vanth watched it carefully as it circled them. It swallowed several fleeing people as it surfaced and dove repeatedly.

            From above, (Y/N) saw Mando look at the bantha carrying many cannisters of explosives. They cursed. He was about to do something stupid and put himself at risk. Their stomach twisted.

            Vanth fired a rocket into the krayt’s side. That got its attention, and it diverted from the running people to face Vanth and Mando. The Mandalorian stabbed Vanth’s jetpack, and he went flying up and out of harm’s way. Mando pressed the detonator’s button; the charges powered up. Mando held bantha’s lead tightly as it attempted to escape. The dragon opened it jaws and descended on the two.

            “Djarin!” shouted (Y/N) desperately.

            The dragon closed its maw, and the bantha and Mando disappeared within. The krayt dove beneath the sand and disappeared.

            “No!” cried (Y/N), eyes widened and heart clenching painfully. The Child whimpered in fear. Around (Y/N), several rocks cracked as their anger and pain radiated out from within.

            Silence descended on the valley. The villagers and Sand People looked around cautiously. Vanth took off his helmet in shock. Suddenly, the ground rumbled again, and everyone braced for another attack. The krayt broke into the air, and its mouth sparked with electricity as Mando stabbed it within his pulse rifle. He flew out of its mouth as it roared in pain.

            (Y/N)’s heart leapt for joy. He was alive!

            Mando pressed the detonator, and from deep in the creature’s stomach, explosions sparked. Its stomach exploded outwards, and it screeched in pain. The explosions rocked the ground, sending tremors through the canyons, knocking everyone to the ground. Mando landed on the ground as the krayt’s body slumped to the ground, dead, behind him.

            (Y/N) was immediately scampering down the rocks to greet Mando, and the Child cooed indignantly at being left behind. He would demand attention after. As the people and Tuskens cheered, (Y/N) ran up and hugged Mando tightly.

            Mando stiffened in surprise, but he hugged them back, allowing himself a moment of softness with them.

            “I thought you were dead,” muttered (Y/N). “Don’t do that!”

            Mando hugged them tighter. “Don’t worry, Verd’ika. I’m not going anywhere.”

            Between them in the silence rested the knowledge that they were going to leave each other soon. But for now, they had each other.

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            The Child cooed happily as Mando patted him on the head as he put his weapons back in the speeder to head back to the Razorcrest. Behind them, the Sand People and Mos Pelgo villagers were stripping the krayt dragon’s body for meat. They had even given their saviors a large slab (and the Child had already been caught twice trying to bite into it).

            “Sorry, I didn’t have time to explain,” said Mando, looking up as Vanth approached. He held the Mandalorian armor in his arms.

            “No need,” said Vanth. “But you did give the kid a heart attack.” (Y/N) huffed in denial, and Vanth chuckled and patted the armor. “This was well-earned.” He shook Mando’s hand. “It was my pleasure. I hope our paths cross again.”

            “As do I,” said Mando.

            “Oh, and tell your people I wasn’t the one who broke that,” joked Vanth, gesturing to the jetpack. He turned and held out his hand to (Y/N). “Great job, kid. You’ve got some fight in you. Your old man must be proud.”

            (Y/N) fought hard to keep a grin from their face. “Thanks. You did well, too, old man.” They shook his hand.

            Vanth chuckled. With a final nod to them all, he turned away to tend to his people. He was still the marshal, even without Mandalorian armor. He would do his duty.

            “Time to go?” said (Y/N).

            Mando nodded. “We still need to find a Mandalorian.”

            “We seem to get distracted quite a bit,” remarked (Y/N) as they got onto the speeder.

            Mando sighed. “I have bad luck.”

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Grogu standing outside the tavern on Sorgan watching Din Djarin and Cara Dune fight each other. He is holding a cup of bone broth. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 4, Sanctuary. Calendar from DataWorks.

Grogu had witnessed a lot of fights in his life. Some were serious fights. Others were more light hearted, or at least less dire. The point had been to build skills, not actually hurt anyone. But this fight… the one between the Mandalorian and Cara Dune, well, it was just silly. Oh, it was still painful and serious, but in the big picture it was silly. 

Why? Because there she was, a former shock-trooper, her stripes visible for anyone to see, just sitting in a tavern in her armor, trying to look nonchalant. If she was worried about bounty hunters then why not at least try to hide? It didn’t make sense. 

And then, why assume that any Mandalorian she saw was a bounty hunter? Sure, Din Djarin looked menacing and kind of scary in his armor, but Grogu was pretty sure that was mostly due to how shiny the stuff was now. The Jawas on Arvala-7 hadn’t been afraid of him. Not in the least. But that old armor didn’t make them think twice. That fact that he was a Mandalorian hadn’t bothered them either. Nope. So why was Cara Dune more sensitive to threats than your average Jawa?

If she had known how dangerous Mandalorians were and the reputation of Mandalorian Bounty Hunters, wouldn’t it have been wiser to just wait and see what was up? Or offer to buy him a drink, the way CobbVanth had been they made their trip to Mos Pelgo? The Marshal had far less training in threat assessment than an Alliance to Restore the Republic Shock-Trooper. Her reaction to the Mandalorian was nothing short of silly from Grogu’s perspective.

But it wasn’t like Din Djarin was doing himself any favors either. Why bother with the shock trooper to being with? Who cared why she was there or what she was doing? Wasn’t it obvious that she was stuck there? They hadn’t found a bunch of ships when they checked on Sorgan with the Razor Crest’s sensor array. They hadn’t seen a bunch of ships either. That’s why they were there. It was ‘a real backwater skug hole’ according to his dad. 

So there they were, two people who had no reason to fight, fighting each other because that’s what people who like to fight do. That’s right. Grogu had realized that his protector liked fighting as soon as he chased after the Jawas and tried to commandeer their sand crawler. Anyone else would have just followed them and waited for them to stop and then tried to trade with them. Din Djarin probably could have gotten all his parts back if he’d just traded one of his beskar knee covers for the stuff. But that was not how the Mandalorian did things. It was also not how Cara Dune did things. 

Grogu wasn’t a fighter. He was a pragmatist. A survivor. He didn’t need to pick fights with anyone. What was the point? First he was small. That was his lived reality. It helped him when he needed to hide, run away, or get someplace other people couldn’t fit into. But when it came to the use of brute strength no one was going to mistake him for a brute. 

Given those limitations, he turned his skills to other activities, like observation and assessment. That’s why he followed the Mandalorian and the shock trooper outside. That’s also why he brought his cup of bone broth with him. The fact that he needed to collect data on the shock trooper didn’t stop him from being hungry. In fact, the harder he worked at tasks like that, the more he needed to eat. Being quiet and of the direct line of trouble took energy and he considered it important to maintain those energy levels at all times. He was too small to have excess energy stored for future use. 

Grogu was surprised that the two fighters were so closely matched. The Mandalorian was covered with armor and had all sorts of weapons at his disposal. The shock-trooper had a side arm and not much else. One solid head butt with that beskar helmet and Grogu would have expected her to be knocked unconscious and that would have been that. But instead they threw punches, kicked each other, flipped each other around and finally drew their blaster pistols. It was wasteful of time and energy, but then, they both obviously liked fighting and you didn’t just end a fight like that without running the other person through their paces. Or so Grogu had been told later when he brought the matter up with his dad. 

Grogu had grudgingly accepted that was a possible explanation for the way the fight played out, but he had his doubts. After all, they had just sat around after the fight and drank bone broth and talked about hiding from ex-Imps, other bounty hunters, and the rest of civil society in general.  So they became friends? Or at least friendly. That’s what happened when you enjoyed a challenge and didn’t really think the other person was there to arrest you or bring you in cold. 

In any case, they had both given Grogu an excellent opportunity to assess and evaluate and formulate his conclusion that humans were weird and he’d never really get used to how weird they were. Why not just say ‘Hello there’ and get to know a person? It was far more civilized.