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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months

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Hai there, i was wondering if you could do a mandalorian x male child reader?

Can the male reader be a foundling and Mando finds us or something like that?

Like Mando is becomeing some sort of father figure?

If not, that's totally fine too!

I love your storys!!!

Din Djarin with a foundling pantoran reader

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I can’t remember any of the Mandalorian language *scrunches up in pain*. Reader is Pantoran, cuz hehe blue and yellow tattoos.

Din would find you when he’s out on a bounty, sometime after he’s given Grogu to Luke. This means Din is still feeling extra raw and empty, lacking some purpose with his life other than just Bounty hunting, since he’s realized there’s more to life.

Imagine his surprise, when his latest bounty, some slave trader, is already down for the count when he arrives. Din quickly finds you, in all your blue skinned, yellow facial tattooed glory, glaring and barring your teeth like a wild Tooka.

In the beginning he doesn’t know what to do with you, since you end up telling him you have no one to go back too, since your parents sold you for being an affair baby. It aches in his heart to see someone so young, already so jaded by the world.

He might have already grown attached the moment he saw you, but he’s not gonna force any adoption or anything. But before either of you know it, you’ve wormed your way into his life and are living with him on his ship.

Boba and Fennec are in no way surprised when Din arrives on Tatooine with you following him like a baby duckling. They both have a good laugh when you launch yourself feet first towards an assassin though, both deciding if Din won’t take you, they will.

Because of your time as a slave, you have a hard time trusting, and Din doesn’t wanna force it. So, he gives you all the time you need to get comfortable. He definitely doesn’t start silently crying under his helmet when you fall asleep against his side for the first time.

He ends up changing up the interior of his ship so you can fit, giving you your own seat and bunk area, and making sure things you might need are in reach.

Din doesn’t realize he’s pretty much already adopted you in everything but adoption vow, until Boba points it out to him one day. Boba points out how Din has already given you a few armor pieces in durasteel and has been training you in the Mandalorian fighting styles.

Din becomes flustered and embarrassed, and mumbles something about not wanting to force it. Turns out, you don’t want to force it either because you still fear he will get rid of you like your first parents.

After some fighting, you sneaking along for bounty hunting, you almost dying because of this, and Din having to save you, you guys finally accept how much you have come to care.

Din ends up asking if you would be okay with being adopted by him, to join his small clan with Grogu, and to be his child. You tear up, and at first Din thinks it because you are so against the idea. But then you sob out a yes and cling to him, mumbling how you wanted nothing more than to have a family.

Din speaks the Mandalorian adoption vows, and he can now finally take his helmet off around you, as you are his child and that is the way.

You end up looking into the meanings of Pantoran tattoos with Boba and Fennecs help, and add to your already existing ones to show your clan and Mandalorian ways, as you are now Mandalorian.

Din takes you to meet Grogu, if you haven’t already met him, even if its just over a call or video chat. Grogu is extremely excited to have an older sibling, but also pouty that he cant go with you guys on adventures or get his own armor until he’s of age for his species.

You start getting your own armor as you get older. Its up to you if you follow the way, of never removing your helmet or not, Din just wants you to be happy and healthy and will support you either way.

If you meet Dins former clan, you always make sure to kick Paz in the ankles or the back of the knees (he’s still alive to me, idc idc), because he wronged your father in your eyes. You always end up roughhousing with Paz’s kid, the two of you beating on each other like Mandalorian kids do.

Because of your age Din slows down with his bounty hunting, and does smaller and less dangerous contracts, because he doesn’t wanna leave you without a parent. He’s definitely set up something with Boba and Fennec, that they’ll take care of you if he were to pass, just in case.

When you get older he takes you along with him, helping you become the kinda person you wanna be. If you end up wanting to be a bounty hunter, he’s the best trainer there is, and if you wanna be something completely different, he will find someone who can teach you.

Din is a tad bit overprotective, even as you grow older, its in his blood and he can’t help it. He just wants his kid to be safe and happy, and can’t bear the thought of you being hurt even though Din knows that’s just the way of the galaxy.

But no matter what, Din is a very loving father, even though he is a little awkward and tense in the beginning. He would do anything for his kid, and if you were ever in danger or kidnapped, he’s ready to destroy the entire galaxy to get you back.

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 3

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Reader is a bit unhinged and wants din to kill her. Din is a simp and he’s known reader for less than a day

Author’s Note: Thriving on our space cowboy

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The Chase

“Before we leave, can I pick up a few things?”

She was walking in front of Mando —only a few steps but enough to not have her feet stepped on. He was giving her more leeway than she anticipated, though she assumed it was because he didn’t see her as a threat. And she certainly wasn’t.

Not to him, at least. She was more of a threat to herself.

But she wanted to spend what money she had left on things to enjoy, even if it was to be enjoyed on a bounty hunter’s ship. The trip from Nevarro to Senex wasn’t necessarily long. It was five days max; apparently just enough time to put a bounty on her head, but given that the bounty hunter behind her didn’t seem to be a talker —well, she’d like to get something to entertain herself with.

“What do you need?” His voice was distinct through the modulator in his helmet, though she wondered what he really sounded like.

“Food, mostly,” she continued, pulling her backpack around to the front. He stopped her, however, taking the bag from her. For a moment, she gave him an annoyed look. “Give me my bag, Mandalorian.”

He ignored her, opening the bag to riffle through the contents. While she didn’t have anything bad in there, she certainly didn’t want someone just searching her things. But she supposed this is what she gets for running away.

When satisfied with his search, he handed it back to her unceremoniously. She huffed in annoyance, but went back into what she was originally doing —tallying up what she had and determining what she needed.

“I’d like to get something to read,” she went on, closing the bag up and putting it back on. “You don’t seem like someone who is going to entertain a guest —no offense, of course. I just figure I should entertain myself and stay out of your way.”

He made no indication that he had heard her, aside from a slight nod towards the market place. She hesitated a moment, looking up at him. Truthfully, she didn’t think he’d let her. While he wasn’t necessarily being nice, he wasn’t being overly aggressive towards her either. But his nod to the market was all she needed for her to know he trusted her just enough.

That would change soon, she was sure.

He wouldn’t take her money now and put her out of her misery. But she would find a way to make whatever money her mother offered her less appealing than simply being rid of her.

She had a week to get the Mandalorian to kill her.

*****

Mando didn’t let her out of his sight as they walked through the marketplace. She wasn’t making a run for it, and she had no weapons in her bag. But he didn’t like how easy this was –how willingly she just gave up. Karga was a lot of things, but his warnings were usually valid.

She’s a fighter.

But she didn’t even try to put up a fight.

Mando didn’t trust that. Something else was happening, and she was up to something. There was no other way around it. Unfortunately for her, however, he had figured that part of her plan out. Which just left figuring out the rest of her plan.

Grogu had been trailing beside her in his sphere, following her as she went through each stall. Mando listened as she spoke quietly to the child, asking him what he would be interested in or what he liked. Grogu only responded in little giggles and coos, reaching for the small things she held out to him. The kid finally settled on a stuffed tooka, though Mando was certain it was only because Grogu remembered eating one weeks ago.

Probably best not to mention that to her.

He stepped closer to Grogu, who held the toy up to show him. Mando reached over to brush a gloved finger against the toy, acknowledging it, before he returned his attention back to her. She was looking over a stack of books, fingers trailing over the spines. Something about the motion caught his attention, and he couldn’t help but watch her as she went through each book. Mando chalked it up to having to watch her, but he knew deep down that wasn’t why he was.

Her nails were painted —well, were previously, at least. The paint was chipping in places, but matched the fabric he had seen in her backpack earlier. A deep green, flecked with gold, that signified her actual position in the galaxy. But the nails were broken and jagged, shortened more so than they were supposed to be. If Mando had to guess, she had bitten them down at some point recently. He wondered why —what could cause her to be so wary that she turned to nail biting? What was in Senex —

“Do you like to read?” She asked, breaking his thought process as if feeling his gaze on her. A book was held up in his face, though he snatched it unintentionally harshly, and set it down.

“Don’t have time.”

“That doesn’t tell me if you like reading or not,” she retorted, glancing over at him as she picked up two more of the books.

Mando didn’t know how to answer the question. He couldn’t remember the last time he even sat down to read a book that wasn’t a manual or a quarry’s background files. Religious texts he read, though not recently.

“No,” was the safest answer, he supposed.

“What a shame.” And she sounded sincere.

Mando didn’t respond to the comment, instead choosing to step aside after she finalized her payment to guide her back outside. She didn’t look at him as she passed, though he couldn’t help himself as looked her over up close.

The hologram gave a good idea of what she looked like as a princess –beautiful, wide-eyed and regal –but Mando preferred her civilian appearance. It felt less forced, and she moved through the crowds with an ease that suggested that this wasn’t necessarily her first time wading through people. And she knew what she needed to wear; it wasn’t simply for show. It wasn’t to hide in plain sight. It was practical.

Meticulously picked out to ensure she not only played the part of a civilian traveler but would be able to withstand whatever environments she may have found herself in. Proper boots, laced and buckled up her calves with the legs of her pants tucked into them. An empty holster was wrapped around her thigh –and while it may be empty now, he was certain she probably didn’t plan to keep it empty if she had gotten any further in her runaway plans. Even up to the shirt and vest she wore, which were both simple enough in practicality. It all fit her well, shaped with the natural curves she had, but protected her against the elements as needed.

Someone taught her to do this. No princess would run away and have the knowledge to blend in and be practical without being taught.

As Mando moved to follow her out, she stopped short in front of him. He bumped into her and instinctively, he reached out to grab her shoulders to stop her from falling. However, she reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling him.

“What are you –,”

“We need to leave, Mandalorian,” she ordered, pulling him back into the stall and towards the back exit.

Mando tried to argue with her, but she wasn’t running from him –she was running with him as she hurried out the back. If she hadn’t grabbed his hand and forced him with her, he would have chased her regardless –but as if she feared for his safety, she brought him with her. Mando grabbed the edge of Grogu’s bassinet, pulling it behind him so it would keep up.

She glanced over her shoulder occasionally, then finally pulled him into an empty alleyway. The buildings casted shadows that obscured them for the most part, but if one looked close enough, they would be able to make out his armor.

Back against the wall of the building, she pulled him against her as if trying to use him to shield her from view. Under the helmet, Mando’s brow furrowed as she ducked into his side –as if trying to make herself smaller than she already was. They were too close, too pressed together for him to move without brushing against her. And…he wanted to. But that meant he shouldn’t.

After several minutes, two droids with Senex markings passed by the alley, though they did not stop if they noticed the three hiding there.

When they were out of sight, Mando tapped her shoulder gently, as if to say the coast was clear. She pushed off the wall, away from his side, and peered around the corner. Relief flooded her features.

“It seems you’re not the only one who was looking for me,” she murmured, returning to her spot against the wall as she looked up at him. “If you want your credits –or your life, for that matter –then you want to avoid those two.”

“I avoid droids as it is,” he offered as a response, though he didn’t question her warning.

“Maker, they work fast,” she mumbled, stepping back into the fading daylight of Nevarro. “I think, if you’re going to deliver me alive, Mandalorian, we should be leaving.”

He wanted to correct her; tell her to simply call him Mando. It felt less formal, less like someone commanding him. But more so —he wanted her to call him Din. By his name. He knew better; it was a wanton desire. One that was just exasperated by how close they had been mere moments earlier.

Instead, he simply gave a nod and motioned for her to follow him.

*****

“No sign of the princess or the Mandalorian,” the B32-C droid reported back through the communicator.

In the sitting room of the house of the Senex senator, Calista hissed in annoyance, slamming her hand down on her table. “I do not want to pay that fool hunter thirty-five thousand credits —you were supposed to get to her before the guild picked up the bounty.”

“We were close, Lady Calista,” B33-C chimed in. “We will locate both and terminate the Mandalorian before the end of the week.”

“You better. If I have to do it myself, I will.”

The comms went silent, and Calista stood from her seat. Her hands clasped behind her back as she looked over the monitors with a deep frown.

“Wherever you are, child —I will find you. You cannot run from me forever.”

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rainbowsprinkledpirate · 2 years

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Sincerely, Yours 💌

AN: Okay so here's the thing. I'm a sucker for soulmate au ideas. I always have been. So, I decided to try writing one myself. Check out more soulmate au ideas from @ausforsoulmates (p.s. this is where I got the soulmate au from, the Now or Never AU).

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Summary: You received your soulmate letter over 20 years ago. The vaugeness of it kept you on a wild goose chase around the galaxy for years. After so many failed leads you return home. Only to find a small green child being watched by a Mandalorian.

"It's you." You whisper the moment you see the child.

Child of green shows he's not mean.

A line from the piece of paper that sat closest to your heart.

Honestly, the first time you had read over the paper, you grimaced.

Vaguely written was an understatement when it came to your soulmate letter. The thing looked as if it had attempted to make itself rhyme alongside being vague. And only that single line stood out to you the most.

Well, it had at one point. Until you realized the galaxy had a multitude of green children.

The part you never focused on was the shows he's not mean one. Which you most likely should have until now.

But it didn't matter anymore because you understood.

A Mandalorian, for Maker's sake, stood close to the child. One of the fiercest known warriors in the galaxy.

Shows he's not mean.

Right...

He was listening to a woman you faintly recognize, yet you couldn't put a name to her face. She looked as fierce as the Mandalorian even without the beskar armor.

They both seemed relaxed for the most part.

Something that was bound to change now that you were there.

"Uncle, you're back!" The bright cry of Winta tore you from your thoughts as the little girl jumped into your arms. Warmth flooded your chest when she nuzzles into your shoulder. It felt like ages since you had last seen your niece.

"Ah, starflower. Look how much you've grown."

Pride was an understatement when you looked at her. She was growing into those rich eyes of hers and the too-big ears.

A chuckle rumbles from your chest as you ruffle her hair.

"Uncle, look, look! A nice man saved the village. And look at the monster he helped us beat." She motions towards the Mandalorian before bouncing in your arms and pointing at the AT-ST.

It was the soft tug at your pants that drags your attention down from trying to follow Winta's wild gestures.

The small green child peers up at you. His tiny three-clawed hands grasp your right leg. The trust he held in his deep galaxy eyes made your heart ache.

So, it begins. You couldn't help thinking as you hum.

"Well, what do we have here?" You knelt down by the child as Winta giggles at the movement. "Who is this little tooka kit?"

Winta tugs on your sleeve, saying, "It's the nice man's son. Isn't he cute?" She continues babbling about the child as your sister approached.

Omera was as beautiful as you remember her being. Elegant, yet simple as always.

It seems the ache of her husband's death still haunted her. You could tell from the relief that swam in her eyes at seeing you. A relief that only one who experienced tremendous loss could have.

"You're home." You settle Winta on the ground next to the child before straightening up.

It didn't take long for Omera to step forward to wrap her arms tightly around you, crushing you in her embrace. For such a delicate-looking woman, she was unbelievably strong.

"Thank the stars..." She murmurs before relaxing her hold on you. "So much has changed since you left."

Your eyes flick to the Mandalorian as he starts making his way over.

"I see," You raise a hand in greeting when the warrior got close enough. "You have my thanks, Warrior. Winta told me you helped our village."

The Mandalorian tips his helmet down enough for you to see before Omera hums, "Come, sit. I'm sure you're tired. And there's much to tell you."

You made your way over to a small bonfire, letting the familiar smells of your homeworld soothe you.

The rich fish-like scent from the krill ponds wasn't particularly one you missed, but the earthy mesh of the forest surrounding the small village was. Especially the hint of native flowers.

Once you settle down, Omera began to explain the events of how the Mandalorian and Cara Dune trained the people enough to fight back. Their plan went surprisingly well for what little time they had to initiate it.

"It seems what you taught me finally came in handy." Omera's tone was warm as she smiles sweetly.

The Mandalorian, who sat across from the both of you with the child sitting between his boots, cocks his head.

"You taught her how to handle a blaster?" His timbre reachs you even through the vocoder. The smoothness of it sent pleasant shivers down your spine.

"I did. It was something I picked up along the way with my travels. Searches, really." For him.

But you wouldn't admit that out loud.

"I'm sure you know how inhospitable the outer rim planets are, Warrior." A sad smile spreads across your lips when you meet his T visor. "I had to learn how to fight to survive."

You weren't the best at fighting or shooting, really. If the scars you bore were anything to go off of. You knew you had a lot to learn about fighting and shooting. And you hope your soulmate would teach you, when the time came.

Something about how his T visor bore into you urges you to speak more. You felt as if he deserved to know he wasn't alone in these dangerous travels.

"But I am glad at least." The Mandalorian leans forward a bit, almost as if he were curious to hear what you had to say. "Learning how to fight seems to have helped my sister protect the village alongside help from you and Ms. Dune."

Cara laughs a deep boisterous laugh as she relaxes against one of the logs further to your right.

"Please, just Cara is fine." You send her a smile and nod before looking back at the child who had managed to make his way towards you.

Just as he reached your boots you see a small red dot appear on his back.

It was small enough not to go noticed by many. But you had seen it enough times to know what it was by now.

You move faster than you ever have in your life to grab the child and twist to the side as a loud bang echoes through the once silent forest. Cara takes off in the direction the shot came from as the Mandalorian moves to shield your body with his own.

Your heart thunders in your ears as you stare down at the child. Shaky gasps leave you when his wide eyes peer back up at you and he cooes.

You scan him for injuries, thinking that maybe he still got hurt and you didn't move fast enough. Yet when you see that he is fine, you heave a sigh. The kid was more amused by the sudden roll than anything.

Warm hands tug you up as the Mandalorian takes the child from you. Giving him a good look over himself before turning his attention to you.

"You're hurt," The Mandalorian sets the child back down before kneeling beside you. "Let me see."

He firmly yet gently grips you right shoulder as you start to notice the white hot agony in your left. A yelp of pain escapes when the Mandalorian grazes his gloved finger over the blaster burn. He retracts his hand immediately murmuring an apology.

Omera is by your other side tightly gripping your hand as she weakly asks if you're alright. You can see her starting to panic.

Her husband had died due to a blaster shot. If she were to loose you too, it would definitely break her heart and Winta's.

"I'm fine sister," You squeeze her hand back gently. "This is not the worst wound I've had before."

The Mandalorian had started moving as you reassured Omera. He held the child lightly in one arm as he stalked to the small barn your sister had set him up in. You watch him go feeling a dull ache appear in your chest.

Focusing back on Omera you see how she seems to put the pieces together. Her earlier panic having faded. Eyes widening a fraction she looks up at you.

"He's your soulmate." The moment the words are spoken to the still air you close your eyes. The truth settles on your shoulders like a warm blanket on a cold night. Soothing the ache and numbing the pain in your shoulder a tad.

You say nothing to Omera as the Mandalorian reappears carrying a small box in his hands. He kneels next to you again and rifles through the box pulling out a bacta spray. Meeting his T visor you hum.

"Is the child okay?" He nods as Omera stands up stating she was going to get you a new shirt. Since the shot burned a hole in the shirt you currently wore.

Cara appears from the woods a frown hardening her features as she approaches you and the Mandalorian.

Unease trickles down your spine as she mutters, "It looks like it's time for you to go, Mando." She holds up a crushed tracker before tossing it next to his knee.

You glance at it before looking over to the barn the child was in. He was in danger here. Because if one bounty hunter knew he was here then many others did as well.

"Do you have a ship?" The Mandalorian turns to look at you just as you're tugging off your shirt to have better access to your shoulder. Heat crawls up your neck as you ball the shirt in your hands.

You had at one point had a ship, but sold it due to not having enough credits for fuel to make it back home. You ended up bumming a ride from a small freighter just to return to Sorgan.

When you shake your head the Mandalorian moves back to clean your wound and spray bacta on it.

Little did you know you earned his trust quite quickly. There was something about you protecting the kid even when you just met and the burning of his own soulmate letter near his heart that made him ask.

"Well, how do you feel about coming with me? I can help you find what you're looking for. It's the least I can do since you saved my Foundling."

The moment he asked that single question in his low baritone voice your fate was sealed. Because he had already helped you find what you were looking for.

Him.

"I'd be honored, Warrior."

Closer than what's been told. Heart of gold buried beneath cold. Child of green shows he's not mean. Austerely endures sincerely, yours

AN: I know it's pretty bad but I thought some of it made sense. 🤷 I'm not good at rhyming.

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all-the-things-2020 · 1 month

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Deeds Not Less Valiant - Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Our story ends and Din, Tala, Grogu and Neeli return to Mandalore.

Word Count: 2200+

Rating: R (brief sexual encounter at the end)

Notes: It took them a while, but Din and Tala have finally arrived at their happy ending.

Grogu was unsurprised when he saw Din without his helmet the next morning. Tala had been prepared for questions, but he merely shrugged.

:Bo said you would probably be my Mom one of these days. And then Dad could take his helmet off more.:

He picked up his spoon but paused before diving into his porridge. :She said if I let you have alone time for grown up stuff I might get a sibling.:

“What did he say?” Din asked. “You look funny.”

Tala took a moment to compose herself before she answered. “He said Bo-Katan told him I would probably be his Mom soon, so he’s not surprised to see you with your helmet off.”

”And?” Din lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t think that would cause you to make that face.”

”Let’s just say the esteemed Mand’alor is getting a bit ahead of herself.”

”Vod.” Grogu said around a mouthful of porridge.

Now it was Din’s turn to look askance. “What? Did he say vod?”

”I think so. What does that mean?”

”Sibling. Brother. Sister.” Din ran a hand over his face. “I mean, we didn’t exactly go that far last night, did we?”

Tala bit back a smile. “Not quite. But Bo-Katan did tell Grogu that if he let us have alone time he might get a sibling.”

Din sighed. “Okay, good. I â€¦ it’s not that I don’t want â€¦ but it’s a little too soon.”

”I agree,” Tala said. “But maybe we shouldn’t be discussing this at the breakfast table.”

:Grown up stuff.: Grogu shook his head. “Ick.”

”Agreed,” Tala said. “But is there anything we should do now? Do we need to register with the High Magistrate or inform the Mand’alor or anything?”

”We will tell Greef and then go to Mandalore to record the marriage,” Din said. “We need to add your name to the clan roster. And maybe have a little talk with Bo-Katan about what is appropriate to discuss with younglings.”

“Yah,” said Grogu. “Po-pret.”

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Greef was overjoyed at the news. “Congratulations, Mando! This is just what the town needs right now. Something to celebrate!”

”Can we wait until we return from Mandalore?” Din asked. If he knew Greef as well as he thought he did, the High Magistrate was already planning a party, a medal of some sort that he could present, and a deal to sell the story to a holovid company as a way to make Nevarro famous throughout the quadrant.

“Of course, of course,” Greef said. “I’ll have everything taken care of by the time you get back. You’re a hero, Mando, and now you get your happy ending. You and Tala and Grogu just need to show up and enjoy yourselves.”

Bo-Katan was less exuberant but still quite pleased. “I knew it would happen soon, just not this soon,” she said over the holo-comm. “Not sure who was closest in the betting pool, but â€¦”

”Wait, you’ve been betting on us?”

She smirked. “Just me and the Armorer and Axe and a few others. Nothing major, just a couple of ingots of beskar.”

”You â€” you wagered beskar on my personal life?”

”We like you, Djarin,” she said, shaking her head. “You spent too much time with that cult. Not everything has to be serious all the time. We can have fun with each other.”

Din shook his head. “But the Armorer â€¦ was she really in on this?”

”She’s quite pleasant once she’s had a few pints of ne’tra gal in her.”

Din had no response to that and ended the comm.

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The flight to Mandalore was uneventful. Din had left R5 and the starfighter on Nevarro, and the hold was full of trade goods that the High Magistrate had rounded up from various merchants in town. Restoring the damaged buildings would be expensive.

”I don’t know how well these will sell on Mandalore,” Tala said, holding up one of the delicate lace undergarments that had been consigned by one of the clothiers.

”You don’t know what everyone wears underneath their beskar,” Din said with a wink.

It was still unnerving to see his face. On board the Krayt, there was no need for him to wear his helmet and it had spent the journey on a shelf above Din’s bunk. None of the bunks was big enough for more than one person, and there was no privacy, anyway, so they had stuck to their previously chosen bunks. Neeli had graciously divided her time evenly amongst all three of them, ending the night by sleeping on Din’s pillow with her tail draped across his face.

As they approached Mandalore, Din readied his helmet and Tala buckled Neeli into her harness. “It’s just in case you get spooked,” Tala told the tooka. “I don’t want to have to try to find you in a strange place. When we get to our room, you can take it off.”

”Does she understand you?” Din asked, his voice now muffled and distorted by the vo-coder.

”More or less,” Tala said. “I think Grogu can communicate more directly with her but I can’t reach her mind. She does know several words and commands. It’s just that she only responds if she feels like it.”

Din reached over and rubbed Neeli’s head. “She likes this,” he said as she began to purr.

”She likes you,” Tala replied. “You’re her daddy now.” She’d threatened to buy him a shirt she’d seen in the market that said “Galaxy’s #1 Tooka Dad” but he’d shot that idea down quickly.

”She is not our child,” he said. “She is our pet.”

”Tell that to Grogu.”

Grogu has started calling Neeli his sister, christening her “Vod-Nee,” a combination of the Mandalorian word for sibling and her name.

“Grogu understands,” Din said. Tala raised an eyebrow at him. “Most of the time,” he said.

They landed and stepped off the ramp to be met by Bo-Katan Kryze and the Armorer, along with a few other curious folks. “There are several disappointed women on Mandalore,” Bo-Katan said as she greeted them. “I didn’t realize you were considered such a good catch, Djarin.”

”To be the foremother of a new clan is a high honor,” the Armorer said. “They just wanted bragging rights. I am glad you chose wisely, Din Djarin.” She turned to Tala. “Welcome home, Tala Pavan of House Djarin. And welcome to you, Neeli. The tooka is a fearsome beast, as courageous as any Mandalorian, despite its small size.” She pulled a small badge from her pouch, a mudhorn head worked in beskar. She attached it to Neeli’s harness. “Now everyone will see that you belong to Clan Mudhorn, little one.”

Tala was overcome. She’d never expected Neeli to be acknowledged as part of the clan by anyone outside their little family. “Thank you,” she said. “She will wear it proudly.”

”I have something a bit more impressive for you,” the Armorer said, “but it must wait for the ceremony this evening.” She bowed her head graciously. “For now I will let Lady Bo-Katan show you to your rooms so you can get settled.”

”You get the bridal suite,” Bo-Katan said with a little smirk. “It’s a little bit bigger than the other quarters, and we’ve been offering it to newly wed couples for their first week of married life. A lot of people are still in barracks so they appreciate the privacy. And speaking of privacy, I’d be more than willing to watch the kid for a couple of nights if you want to get started on that sibling I promised him.”

Din stiffened and Tala felt the blood rush to her face. “Um, that would be nice,” she managed to say. Bo-Katan was enjoying this, if the twinkle in her eyes was any indication.

“Then it’s all set. Grogu and I will have a sleepover!” Bo-Katan picked up Grogu, who giggled.

:Silly Bo! We will eat pog soup while Mom and Dad do grown up stuff. Soup is better than kissing:

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The marriage recording ceremony took place on the steps that led down to the Living Waters of Mandalore. Din knew that a Mythosaur lurked beneath the surface, but he still found it hard to fully believe it was real. Tala had reassured him that Grogu had connected with the beast, and Bo-Katan swore that she’d seen it with her own eyes, so it must be true, but it was still hard to wrap his mind around the fact that the symbol of the Mandalorian people lived and breathed just a few meters away.

The ceremony itself was brief. The Armorer inscribed their names onto a beskar plate that recorded all the marriages that had taken place since the retaking of Mandalore. Then she presented Tala with a mudhorn pendant wrought in beskar and accented with silver and gold, hanging from a platinum chain. “You have not sworn the Creed, but you are a member of a Mandalorian clan, therefore you have earned the right to wear beskar. May this small token always remind you of your duty to your family and your clan.”

Din’s heart swelled with joy as Tala bent forward for the Armorer to place the necklace around her throat. It was not ostentatious but it was a very visible reminder that Tala was a member of the Mudhorn Clan.

“And you, Din Djarin, as you take the first steps to founding a clan and house that will live in the memories of all Mandalorians, have earned this.” The Armorer held out a brand new amban rifle. Din’s eyes teared up and his throat swelled as he reached for the weapon. He’d lost his old one when the Razor Crest had been destroyed. It had served him well, and could never truly be replaced, but his new rifle was a beautiful thing.

”I am honored,” Din said, bowing deeply. “I will use it to protect my clan and Mandalore.”

”This is the Way,” the Armorer intoned.

”This is the Way,” everyone in attendance echoed.

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They were alone. Grogu had happily gone with Bo-Katan, prattling on about “Paw soo” and now Din was alone in their borrowed quarters with Tala. With his riddur.

He had faced down many enemies in his life, often against overwhelming odds with little chance of survival, but never had he felt so nervous, so afraid. This was uncharted territory and he had no idea how to proceed. There was no training for this.

”Relax,” Tala said, laying a hand on his arm. “We have the whole night ahead of us. And before you say anything, I will not be disappointed by anything you do tonight. The first time is always awkward, whether both parties are experienced or not.”

Din nodded and smiled but inside he was panicking. Should he kiss her now or should he wait until they had disrobed? The thought of seeing Tala completely naked made his heart race. He’d felt her body through her clothing before, but the idea of flesh against flesh, with nothing between them, overwhelmed him.

She stepped closer and pulled his head down for a kiss. He relaxed slightly. He knew how to do this. They’d had much practice in the few days since they’d spoken the Riddurok.

Soon, she was helping him remove his shirt, and then he helped remove hers. Bit by bit, their clothing ended up on the floor until they were side by side on the bed, as bare as the day they had arrived in the world.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he took in the sight of her body.

“So are you,” she replied, gently tracing her fingertips over the many scars that were scattered over his skin. “And you’re all mine.”

She kissed him again and this time it was different. More urgent. Din felt his body respond to her and before he knew it, she was opening her legs and guiding him toward her. Suddenly, he was inside of her and instinct took over. He knew what to do and he did it with an enthusiasm he’d never felt except on the training or battle field. Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, and Din knew the meaning of home.

He finished quickly, which Tala assured him was perfectly normal for his first time. Then she showed him how to help her achieve the same bliss he’d just experienced. He learned that fingers that knew how to pull a trigger could also be used for more delicate work.

When it was over, and they lay tangled together, bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Tala kissed him gently. “And that, my love, is how it’s done,” she said. ”You did very well. I think you’re a natural.”

”It’s different from fighting,” Din said. “But even more enjoyable.”

Tala laughed. “What an incredibly Mandalorian thing to say!”

”You’d better get used to it,” he told her. “You’re an honorary Mandalorian now. And you know how much we Mandalorians love to fight. Just imagine how much I’m going to enjoy this new activity.”

She smiled and brushed a strand of hair off his forehead. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Then she kissed him again. “Ready for round two?”

“We get to do it again?”

”All night if you’re up to it.”

”This is the Way.”

#star wars #the mandalorian #pedro pascal character fanfiction #grogu #din djarin #din djarin x original female character #tooka cat #deeds not less valiant

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ryehouses · 1 year

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Do you have any Boba povs of doing aftercare with Din? You are so great, thank you!

hello hello!! i am once again attempting to clear out my inbox! sorry this took so goddamn long. looking at any sort of word document in the last, like, month and a half has made me break out into hives!

oh yeah do i have aftercare. thought about doing a 5 + 1 kind of thing for this but then didn't have the energy to pull a bunch of disparate scenes together, so instead, here you go!

set during chapter 7, "evaar'la," immediately following din and boba's first proper scene.

thanks for stopping by!

in which everybody could use a few more hugs.

Din Djarin, Boba discovered, was a cuddler.

I don’t know why that’s a surprise, Boba thought, as Djarin collapsed against Boba’s side and tucked his face into Boba’s shoulder. Maybe it’s the armor.

A lot about Djarin had been a surprise from the first time Boba had met him, so it made an odd sort of sense that even this was a surprise.

Surprise or not, this was the most demonstrative and easy to read that Djarin had been all night, and Boba was happy to give Djarin what he needed. He didn’t think that Djain had heard a word that Boba’d said since Boba had peeled him away from the wall, but that was alright too.

“Kandosii,” Boba murmured, reaching back into his memory for the scraps of mando’a that he still remembered. Every word tasted like the air on Kamino. Not the stale, recycled, clean-scrubbed air of Tipoca City but the air outside it, salt and rain, engine fuel, the rare taste of sunlight warming cool metal. Boba remembered more mando’a than he’d thought. Something about Djarin made it easy to recall.

“Gar moti jahaal’yc,” Boba said. Djarin had taken that flogger well. Better than Boba’d thought that he would, for a man who’d never taken a flogger before.

Another surprise, thought Boba wryly.

He smoothed a careful hand down Djarin’s back, rubbing in the last of the bacta he’d brought over. Boba hadn’t given Djarin much – Djarin had resented the kark out of Boba’s attempts to look after his bruises before – but he’d hopefully struck a balance between letting Djarin keep his bruises and making sure that Djarin could move in the morning.

Djarin pressed his nose deeper into the meat of Boba’s arm and made a grumbling noise, unhappy as a wet tooka.

Boba smiled and had to resist the urge to hide that smile in Djarin’s hair.

We’re not that familiar with each other, yet, Boba thought. He settled for tugging his fingers through Djarin’s hair instead, loosening a few of the sweaty tangles that had gathered at Djarin’s temples.

“Still with me, Djar’ika?” Boba added. The endearment fell off his tongue just as easily as the other scraps of mando’a had.

Djarin repeated the grumbling sound.

He’s not sitting up on his own, Boba thought. Most of Djarin’s weight was tipped against Boba’s side. Djarin hadn’t reached for Boba. He was clutching the edge of Boba’s work table instead. Djarin was trembling faintly.

That’s an easy enough fix. Djarin wasn’t back with Boba, not yet. Boba didn’t mind. Djarin could take his time – he’d certainly earned a bit of a rest.

I had to flog him senseless to get him there, Boba thought, settling himself more firmly in his own seat so that he could support Djarin without having to worry about Djarin toppling over, moving his fingers through Djarin’s hair again, since Djarin seemed to like the touch, but that’s alright. It’s – it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the chance to work someone over like that.

Boba’s own blood was still singing. The sounds Djarin had made – the ones he’d kept behind his teeth and the ones he’d given up, the ones that had been torn out of him – echoed somewhere in the bottom of Boba’s chest.

Yeah, he’s earned some time to rest.

“Udesii,” Boba murmured, shifting so that Djarin’s forehead was pressed against Boba’s shoulder. He tugged a few curls at the nape of Djarin’s neck and was rewarded with a soft groan. “Gar morut’yc.”

The words were easy to reach. Boba hadn’t bothered with this much mando’a in years and years, but the words were there waiting when Boba reached for them.

“Gar morut’yc,” he repeated. Djarin hummed in agreement. He was huddled against Boba’s side like he thought that Boba would shove Djarin away at any second, like a krayt dragon curled up around a pearl. Skin-hunger like this was common enough after a heavy session, but something about the way that Djarin was hiding his face against Boba’s body – about the way that he clearly wanted to touch Boba, but was clutching at the table instead, made Boba want to frown.

He carefully set that feeling aside and kept the frown out of his voice. Djarin’d be sensitive, like this; Boba didn’t want him to think that he’d been anything but good.

He told me that no one had touched him in more than a year, Boba remembered, wanting to wince. Another surprise – Boba wasn’t sure what clan Djarin came from, but the Mandalorians Boba’d grown up around had always been touching each other, clapping shoulders, ruffling hair, scruffing each other like anooba cubs.

Another surprise.

A surprise that Boba didn’t particularly like, either.

This isn’t about me and what I like, though. Boba’d have time to parse his own thoughts and feelings about what had happened tonight later. Boba’d gotten what he needed – now it was time to make sure that Djarin got the same.

Boba shifted again, settling Djarin more firmly against his side. They were pressed together now from shoulder to hip and hip to knee. The tremors in Djarin’s arms were starting to fade.

“Gar morut’yc,” Boba said again. His mouth was full of salt. “N’tayli gar.”

mando’a: Djar’ika: “Little Djarin.” Gar morut’yc: “You’re safe, you’re alright.” Kandosii: “Nice job, well done.” Gar moti jahaal’yc: “You stood well, you stood strong.” Kandosii: “Nice job, well done.” N’tayli gar: “I’ve got you.” Udesii: “Relax, take it easy, find respite.”

#ast asks #ast 'verse pov tag #i'm so sorry that it's been like.#weeks since i posted any povs #my brain is bad and i'm tired!

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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as part of @oonajaeadira’s "year of themed creation" writing challenge, i've decided to do a collection of fics all based on different flower's meanings! each month of 2023 will be a flower-inspired prompt, and it will be for all different characters!

information will be filled in for each month as fics are planned and completed.

january || yellow hyacinth

afterparty blues || dieter bravo flower meaning: jealousy summary: According to anyone else, this night should have been nothing but celebration for Dieter - he won an Oscar after all. But he couldn't help the way his mood tanked when he saw you dancing with someone else at the afterparty. It didn't matter though, you weren't his, and it was his fault in the first place.

february || gladiolus

heist of the year || bucky barnes flower meaning: infatuation summary: Bucky's infatuated with you, but he has no idea how to make a move. Because of that, some of the other members of the team have a little fun when giving him advice.

or alternatively: why it's probably a good practice to make sure any recent stingray acquisitions in the compound have been done legally before freaking out about it.

march || cactus flower

return the favor || din djarin flower meaning: protection from danger and threats summary: You didn't quite understand why the Mandalorian had saved your hide, he could have very clearly sat by and watched as you picked a fight with someone you could never beat. And then the truth finally came out: he needed your help.

april || periwinkle

shared custody || commander wolffe flower meaning: blossoming friendship still in its first stages summary: When a tooka kitten takes a shine to you in the middle of hyperspace, you're too busy basking in its cuteness to question who managed to smuggle it on board. When you finally do find out who takes care of it though, you're nothing less than surprised.

may || sunflower

something to cuddle with || tech flower meaning: adoration, admiration, positivity, lasting happiness summary: Tech doesn’t quite understand why you have so many plush creatures on your bunk, but when he can’t sleep one night he starts to get why you like to collect them.

june || marigold

weep not for what you've done, but rather who you've lost along the way || commander cody flower meaning: despair and grief over the loss of love summary: It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, the man you loved wasn’t supposed to be the one to end your life. And to make matters worse, you had to keep reliving it, over, and over, with no end in sight and no clear reason why you were subjected to a torture worse than your darkest nightmare.

july || baby’s breath

a chance taken || obi-wan kenobi flower meaning: reconnecting with a lost love summary: It took a long time to get over the boy that you used to spend time with in the Senate building, but your lives took you in separate directions. But when he shows up during the Clone Wars with a dire warning for your planet, you don't want to let him go without telling him how you feel.

august || frangipani

where you're meant to be || will turner flower meaning: the strength to withstand tough challenges summary: After being taken prisoner aboard the Flying Dutchman, you resent the men who have accepted your soul as repayment of another's debt, especially the Captain. It doesn't matter one bit that he's the most attractive man you've ever seen, not at all.

september || star of bethlehem

hiding away from the galaxy || bo-katan kryze flower meaning: forgiveness summary: It's been years since you've seen her, and at this point you had resigned to never know how she truly felt about you. Or at least, you had until you received word from a different Mandalorian, claiming to know where she was.

october || tulip

a different way of life || fennec shand flower meaning: royalty and a regal nature summary: A princess desperate to get away from the throne you're expected to inherit, you strike a deal with a passing bounty hunter. Originally all you wanted was to hide away somewhere, but you fall in love with both Fennec and the way she lives.

november || poppy

moving forward, together || lucy gray baird flower meaning: remembering the fallen of various wars and armed conflicts summary: When your girlfriend wakes up in the middle of the night, you two have a conversation about her past, and she attempts to teach you a skill for the future.

december || mistletoe

here's to a new year || peggy carter meaning: love, good luck, healing summary: Working the night shift on New Year's Eve isn't really that bad, especially not when it's Peggy you're spending time with.

#year of themed creation #masterlist: ghostofskywalker

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