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maybege · 2 years

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Summary: When helping Din on a mission, you get doused in what turns out to be sex pollen. Forced to share a room together, Paz does everything to make sure you feel safe. But what if you feel safest with him?

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 8.9k | Rating: T

Warnings: dubious consent due to sex pollen, explicit sexual content, masturbation (f + m), dirty talk, thigh riding, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, slight degradation, vaginal sex, cream pies, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, lots of come (like a lot), fluff, soft!Paz, confessions, also Paz takes his helmet off but it’s okay?

This is a story that I originally wrote for my 500 follower celebration on my first blog back in September 2020. To this date, it is the first and only sex pollen fic I ever wrote but after rereading this, I am very tempted to write another one lol I hope you enjoy it and, as always, let me know what you think!

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Sometimes Paz wondered how Din could talk him into the most ridiculous missions. It was not like he needed the credits or the respect. He had enough of both at home in the covert.

So why was he suffering through a hike on a humid jungle planet with no end in sight?

Behind him, Elen laughed loudly, followed by your quieter giggle and his heart clenched.

That was the reason.

Din had not only enlisted him and Cara but also one of the aspiring warriors of the tribe and – and you. Paz was not quite sure where Din and Cara had met you but you always seemed to be with them whenever he accompanied them on a mission. Your unspoken task was to take care of Grogu (although the little one sometimes seemed to be perfectly capable of caring for himself) and he always admired you from afar.

With this mission though, Din had needed all hands on deck. Which was the reason you were also on the hike, having left the baby safely on the ship. And as soon as he had heard that you would join the endeavour, well, let’s just say Paz had not been far behind to agree to Din’s request.

The aim was to find some sort of cave and harvest a planet there, a weird gimmick that could be sold for a lot of credits. The more people on the mission, the more bags could be filled and the more money could be made. Din and Cara were leading the party with you and Elen trailing behind while Paz was somewhere in the middle.

He had watched as Elen had talked to you for hours at length and, as much as it hurt to admit it, he envied the younger man for it. Elen was a good student, a good Mandalorian if not a bit overwhelming at times. But he never had any trouble making friends – not even with you.

Another bought of laughter sounded from behind him and Paz grumbled to himself. He had thought that this mission could be his chance at talking to you but maybe you were more interested in talking to Elen? And who could blame you? Elen was a fun guy after all.

But then Elen passed him as he walked up to Cara and Din, joking around, and Paz immediately noticed that you had not followed him. His fist clenched as he took a deep breath. The air was so humid it tasted heavy on his tongue and he grimaced under his helmet. Stars, he could not wait to take a shower after this.

The leaves crunched behind him and in a bout of courage, he decided to fall back and wait for you. This was the chance he had waited for all day.

As soon as your body appeared beside him, Paz’s heart decided to beat five times faster than it should be. Sweat had formed above your brow and you were obviously out of breath, the weather having taken its toll on you too.

“Hey …” he greeted you, clearing his throat at how high it sounded.

“Hey,” you smiled at him slightly, “Sorry, I am so slow, this humidity is just killing me.” With a wriggle, you adjusted the straps of your bag and Paz only now saw how they dug into your shoulders.

“Is it too heavy?

“Oh no, it’s alright,” you explained, “Elen talked me into carrying some of his bags.”

“What? That di’kut, I will –“ Paz started to walk faster, wanting to confront the boy. Elen needed to learn that he could not charm his way through everything. Especially if it was to your suffering. But before he could open his mouth to scold his student, you held him back.

It was your hand that wrapped around his and he whipped his head around. You looked tired, exhausted even, but you still graced him with a small smile that made him stop in his tracks.

“Please don’t,” you mumbled, wiping your other hand over your forehead, “I was glad to be rid of him, to be honest. He … he keeps talking the whole time and right now I quite enjoy just – talking to you.”

Paz was silent for a few seconds, letting your words sink in as he looked at you in disbelief. You could not see him of course but if you could … if you could have you would be able to see how his eyes had widened and how his mouth was gaping open as he looked at you. Then, again, when wasn’t he looking at you?

You liked talking to him. His heart fluttered. You liked talking to him.

But instead of saying something smart, the only thing he could bring out was, “If you wish, then I will stay here … with you.”

You did not talk more than that and Paz cursed himself. Had you not just said that you liked talking to him? Then why couldn’t he bring himself to start a conversation?

As you were trailing behind the rest of the group, Paz could swear that you sometimes looked at him but whenever he turned to make sure, you were looked either straight ahead or on the floor, trying to avoid stepping into any of the bright blue plants.

The mouth of the cave was overgrown with purple and green ivy and Paz noticed your hesitation. To be fair, he himself was reluctant to follow his brother in arms into an explored jet-black cave for – for whatever it was they were searching for.

“You sure this is the right place?” Paz asked him, one hand gliding to the rifle on his back.

“Has to be,” Din shrugged further ahead, “Cara, you stay here, the rest of you come with me, the quicker we collect the plant, the sooner we’re out of here.”

Without saying anything more, they all followed Din into the dark. With the lamps positioned on Din’s and his helmets, the path before them was at least a little illuminated. Still, the ground was rough and when he heard you stumble behind him, Paz held out his hand behind him. He had hardly grasped what he was doing before he felt you take his hand, interlocking your fingers together. Your warmth was at his back and Paz was extra careful to make sure you could see the path ahead as well.

The picking of the plant was quickly done with. Paz had experience in blending out Elen’s eager chatter and instead focused on making sure you could see your hands in the light of his headlamp. And you seemed to notice it too because you smiled at him – a broad, real, genuine smile that made his heart stutter – and he could feel the heat working its way up into his cheeks.

It all went downhill when they made their way back to Cara. Suddenly a bright red spore seemed to rain down on them, so spicy it made his eyes tear even through the helmet. His hands blindly reached for you, pulling you outside as quickly as possible as you coughed and coughed. He had been protected by the helmet, he did not want to imagine what you must feel like.

Din and Elen followed shortly after, coughing as well but otherwise fine. But as soon as Cara spotted them, she took a few hasty steps back. “Don’t touch me!”

“What?”

“What’s going on?” you slurred next to him, leaning against his shoulders and kriff it he wanted to touch, to bury his face in the crook of your neck and bury his fingers in your pussy.

“We don’t have a lot of time, we need to get you all out of here and fast,” Cara rushed out, already turning around and starting the track back to the ship.

“Why?” Din asked, hurrying to keep up with her as did the others. Paz kept an eye out for you while listening to Cara’s explanation.

“I have seen this once before. This pollen it’s – it’s strong. It heightens your sexual desire that you can’t help but try to relieve. I have heard of many people being driven mad by lust and being lost in the jungle. We need to get you to the ship so you can all ride it out in safety, understood?”

Everyone nodded silently, the baby cooing in her arms.

Paz felt uneasy, trailing behind the group to make sure you were safe as well. You had struggled to keep up before, now that the sweat was forming on everyone’s forehead for different reasons, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

“You okay?” he asked, waiting for you to catch up. You nodded quickly and he suppressed his desire to take your hand.

“Yeah I just … I think it is starting already, for me, I mean,” you explained breathlessly, stumbling over the root of a plant before catching yourself again.

The pace of the group was quicker than before, the urge to get to safety strong enough to push everyone to their limits. He worried for you. This was not usually the setting

“We’ll be there soon, alright, mesh’la?” he tried to calm you, “Just – just keep walking,” he murmured, resisting the urge to put his hand on the small of your back.

Was it starting for him too?

To be honest, he did not know how they all made it back in one piece. It was a miracle, really. With their luck, he had been half-expecting for some troopers to jump out of the bush and surprise them with a new weapon or another.

But as it was, the ramp lower before them and Cara rushed them up into the hull. The cold air was a relief on his skin, even through the beskar and he saw that you, too, seemed to relax slightly in the familiar environment.

Heavy breaths filled the silence as everyone allowed themselves to feel the pure exhaustion of the track back to the Crest for the first time.

Din was the first to speak.

“Store the plants in that crate there,” he ordered, straightening his posture and dumping his bag filled with the precious cargo into the box. Elen and Paz followed suit.

Only you, your whole body already heaving with breaths, a dazed look in your eyes, did not move.

Gently, Paz moved in front of you. “I will take that now, okay?” he murmured, his hands moving slowly to grab the big on your shoulders. You nodded but did not move to make the task easier on him. He frowned, worried that you might already be more affected than the rest of them.

When your bag was safely stored where it should be, everyone hesitated, unsure of how to deal with this unexpected situation.

“Cara will remain in the cockpit with the child,” Din decided finally, sounding out of breath, “We need to get out of here as quickly as possible and someone needs to have a clear head.”

Everyone nodded.

“There are only three lockable rooms on the ship, one of which is the refresher, so there are two,” Cara stated the obvious, “You all know how small they are so you will need to share.”

“’s no problem,” Elen grinned, suddenly slinging an arm around your shoulder, “Y/N here and I will share, isn’t that right, darling?”

Paz’s blood was boiling at seeing him touching you like that but what made it worse was the pure panic on your face. You blinked a few times; the pollen clearly already had affected you.

“No – no, I don’t want that,” you protested weakly, trying to get out of his grip, “I don’t – not with you – I, what –“

“Let go of her, Elen,” he growled, stepping towards you and ripping the boy’s arm off your shoulder, maybe a little too forceful considering the yelp he let out but Paz did not care. Not when you looked so relieved to be rid of him.

Immediately, you took a few steps back, right into his chest and Paz could have choked at the closeness. Stars, he wanted to touch you, wanted to curl up with you in his arms and never let go.

“Elen and I will share a room,” Din stated finally, nodding towards him and Paz knew his brother was aware of what was happening inside him. And he could not have been more grateful.

“So, we will share a room?” you asked hesitantly, looking up at him with wide eyes, your hand lightly brushing against his.

Paz nodded, his throat suddenly dry.

“Only if you want to, mesh’la,” he assured you, “I won’t touch you, I swear.”

What if I want you to touch me?

The thought got stuck in your head but of course, you did not say it aloud. You did not want to risk Paz laughing at you. But the truth of the matter was, you wanted him to touch you. Even before this crazy pollen had rained down on you.

Ever since Din had brought his giant brother-in-arms along, all you could think about was what it would be like to spend your days with him and only him. And the more time had passed, the more your immature crush had morphed into real feelings and now all you could was hope you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him.

Sharing a tiny room when dusted in sex pollen surely wouldn’t help that particular quest.

Paz still stood in front of you, blocking your view of Elen and you were more than grateful that he seemed to shield you from him. “I – I need to tod discuss something with Elen,” you could see his throat bob, “why don’t you go to our room and get comfortable? You can take the bunk.”

You nodded wordlessly, confused about what he could possibly want to discuss with Elen at this stage. But you felt how your mind slowly deteriorated, your core clenching at the sight of his hands, so you made your way to the small room. Through the fog in your mind, you were pretty sure that it was actually Paz’s room but you were not sure what to make of that information and why it seemed to be so important.

Every step you took seemed to fuel the fire in your belly and you could not wait to finally get that sticky underwear off your body.

When you arrived, the room was blessedly cold and you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep, deep breath.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You opened your eyes.

The room was quite small. There was one bun to the side, the other wall remained free except for some piping. You frowned.

If you got the bunk, where would Paz go?

You spotted several blankets and pillows on his bed and decided to hang up one of the blankets above the bed, creating a curtain. This way there would be at least a little privacy for both of you. Taking a pillow and a thin blanket from the bed, you folded them neatly and set them down in front of the bed. Paz should be comfortable too.

You crawled into the bunk, feeling a bit clueless as to what to do now. Should you just wait until the pollen took its full effect?

Feeling the cool fabric underneath your palms you decided that it would feel much nicer if it was touching all of you and began to undress, throwing your clothes carelessly into one corner. There was a shirt in the bunk, a big one. Paz’s sleep shirt, your brain filled in the blank and you looked at the light grey fabric.

Would – would he mind if you were to just –

The next thing you knew was the worn feeling against your skin as his scent drifted into your nose- You closed your eyes, pretending that you were in his arms already, that he felt for you like you for him and that he wanted you here.

With a sigh you laid down on your side, hoping that if you rested enough, your body might just work through the drug by itself without the nasty side effect of wanting to climb everything in sight.

Paz was still not there.

You must have dozed off because when you opened your eyes again, your cheek was pressed to the pillow, your body feeling already quite hot.

There came a metallic sound from behind the curtain and it took you a bit of courage to push it aside, gaining a view of what was happening right across from you. You frowned.

Paz was sitting on the floor beside the piping in the wall. He was almost completely undressed, only wearing pants and his helmet. You swallowed thickly as you saw the tattoos that adorned his body, from the tips of his fingers over his arms and shoulders to his chest. You wondered if he had any tattoos where you could not see them yet.

But what confused you was the position he was in. Paz had raised one arm above his head, his wrist right next to one of the pipes as his other hand seemed to work on locking … cuffs?

“Paz, what are you doing?” you asked panicked, sitting up and flinching when your feet touched the cold ground.

“I … don’t want to hurt you, mesh’la,” he explained, shuffling to get in a comfortable position. A turn of his wrist later, one arm was successfully cuffed to the pipe as he held the key out for you to take. “I don’t want you to feel unsafe, so … I asked Din for the cuffs.”

“But that must be uncomfortable,” you tried to argue, walking towards him, “Are – are you really sure?”

“I want you to be able to trust me after this, cyare,” he shook the key, motioning for you to take it and you did. It was on a chain so you immediately slipped it over your head like a necklace.

“I hope you know that I do trust you, Paz,” you murmured, standing cluelessly in front of him, suddenly aware that you were wearing his shirt and only his shirt.

He seemed to notice too because his eyes raked over you hungrily, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and stars you wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt.

“You, uh, you look good,” he mumbled, shifting and his legs spread almost imperceptibly. Your thighs clenched. “Get some sleep, mesh’la, it’ll be a long night.”

When you woke up, everything was kind of hazy.

You were surprised to find that your fingers were already buried in your pussy, wet with your own juices. You gasped, gently circling your clit before dipping inside again. Paz’s fingers would be much larger, you were sure. They would be big and rough and he would whisper the filthiest things in your ears while he brought you over the edge again and again.

Your walls clenched around you, almost as if they were protesting that it was your fingers and not his. Or better yet, his cock.

Your head turned to the side, seeing that the curtain had shifted and while it still covered your body, it offered you a free view of him.

And oh, what a view it was.

He was so beautiful.

His cock was long and big and slightly curved, twitching in his hand. You watched him quietly, your breath catching in your throat as you saw his hand pleasuring himself. You wanted to do that for him. You wanted to touch him and pleasure him and you wanted to be the one he thought of when he came.

Your fingers began to move again as you watched him and before you could help yourself, you gasped his name into the thick air.

All of your movements froze when his head whipped towards you, his shoulders tensing as he met your gaze.

“Kriff,” he muttered, his head leaning back against the wall behind him, exposing his strong throat, “Keep watching me, mesh’la, if you want. Are – Are you pleasuring yourself?”

You nodded with half-lidded eyes as you saw how his thumb swiped over the head. He was so big.

Saliva gathered in your mouth at the sudden need to taste him. You wanted him so deep in your throat you would never forget what he tasted like.

“Tell me,” he instructed, his whole posture relaxing, “Tell me how you pleasure yourself, love.”

He did not seem to have the urgency that you felt. Or maybe he had some self-control left. You were not sure but one thing was clear: While he could still string some sentences together all you could think about was him inside of you.

“U-using my fingers,” you described in a whimper, pressing them deeper inside of you, “Wishing they were yours, they are – not enough.”

“Not enough, huh? Stars, how I wish I could be the one fingering you or fucking you or – or eating you out,” he hissed and you saw his hand close tightly around his base as if keeping himself from release, “Spent so much time thinking about what you’d sound like when you’d come for me and now it’s this – this shit.”

You flicked your clit, so close to the edge it made you cry when it did not give you the relief you had been hoping for. You tried again, your legs trembling, but your body seemed to simply refuse your attempts to bring you to completion.

“Is everything alright, mesh’la?” his voice sounded soft in your ears, even paired with the wet noise of him fisting his shaft.

“I – I can’t come, Paz,” you cried, tears of frustration running down your cheeks, “Why – why can’t I? I thought I could but now I – and it hurts and – and –“

He shushed you from his side of the room and as your crying ceased you could hear his frustrated noises and the clatter of the cuffs against the pipes. He wanted to come to you.

You sniffled, looking at him and hoping that it might calm him.

It did.

“It’s alright, mesh’la just – just do as I say, okay? Okay?”

You nodded before you remembered that he might not see the tiny movement. So, you brought out a hoarse “Okay.”

“Close your eyes, take your hands off your body,” he instructed and you whimpered, “I know, mesh’la, I know, just … trust me, yes?”

You did as he said, looking at him expectantly while trying to keep your hips from arching off the bed and into your hands.

“Alright, now, what – what would you want to do?” he asked, his hand still moving around his cock, “What would you want me to do?”

“Want you to – to touch me,” you admitted in a whisper, feeling a little shy at exposing yourself like this.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

Paz chuckled, “You got to be more specific than that, love. No matter how much I’d like to worship your body all at once, I have to start somewhere, don’t I?”

He had a point and so you thought on it for a moment.

“I would want you to touch my chest,” you decided, your fingers drifting across your middle to your breasts, cupping them, massaging them, imagining his hands instead of yours, “Would want you to – to bite at them a little, mark me up just enough that I can feel it the next day …”

“I could do that,” he agreed, almost eagerly, “I’d suck and bite at them until you’re a soaking mess underneath me, mesh’la, I bet your nipples are hard, hm?”

You looked down at your chest, rolling your nipples between your thumb and forefinger, gasping out a Yes for him to hear.

“How many fingers did you have in your pussy before?”

“Two.”

“Good,” he groaned, “I want you to try and fit a third one in there, alright?” – you groaned – “Just pretend it’s my cock stretching out your little hole. I am not small, it’d take some work but stars you can be a good girl for me, can’t you? Want to hear you say it, love, can you be a good girl for me?”

You slipped one finger inside of you, quickly followed by another before you answered him in a whimper, “Yes, I – I can be your good girl.”

“Working that third finger in?” he asked and you nodded, the stretch such a new sensation you could hardly speak.

With your head turned to the side, you tried to hold his gaze, rhythmically working your fingers inside of you until you stretched enough for the third and oh it was good.

You were not sure what it was, the way your mouth gaped open, the glazed-over look in your eyes or maybe nothing that had anything to do with you but Paz came. And he came hard. His cum splattered all over his stomach and chest and you saw the way his cock twitched in his hands and just as you thought what it would feel like to have him spill himself inside of you, you came.

Wave after wave of please crashed over you and the sheets under you felt suspiciously wet but you only smiled, feeling more relieved than anything.

It was quiet for a while. Then –

“You – You okay over there?” his deep voice asked. He sounded tired too, just a little.

“’m embarrassed,” you said, your eyes drooping closed, “I didn’t – didn’t want you to feel like you had to – with me, I mean …”

“I didn’t pretend, mesh’la,” he replied tucking his softening cock inside his briefs, “Get some sleep, love, you look exhausted.”

Sleep welcomed you like a familiar friend.

You dreamt hazy images, of pleasure and lust and love and of Paz’s voice telling you he didn’t pretend. You were not sure if you imagined the last part.

What you didn’t imagine, however, was the loud clanking of the cuffs against the pipes, the loud gasps from Paz from across the room that woke you up.

“I can’t breathe!”

“What?”

“I can’t – can’t breathe, mesh’la,” he repeated, one hand trying to somehow get under his helmet, “kriff, I – take it off, please, take it off.”

Alarmed you stood up, rushing over to him, not caring that you were completely naked. Fear gripped your heart at his thrashing body. “Are you sure? I – your creed, I –“

I don’t want you to hate me after this.

“Medical exemption,” he wheezed, his one hand continuing to tug at the lip of the helmet while the other chafed against the cuff, “need two hands, kriff, I –“

Before you could clink you were kneeling in front of him, taking the helmet in between your two hands and lifting it off his head. It was heavier than you had imagined and you were not surprised that in his panic, one hand had not sufficed to free it of him.

You set the blue metal down next to you, looking up at him only to be faced with the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He had piercing eyes, a prominent nose and his lips … stars, his lips were as kissable as you had always imagined.

This was your Paz.

He was wheezing still, taking in air in gulps and you could see the sweat pearling on his forehead. There was a look of pure fear in his eyes and your heart broke for him. Gently, your fingertips brushed against his temple, “Better?”

Paz nodded, his eyes closing.

“It’s alright,” you whispered, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, “It’s alright, Paz, you are safe.”

You felt him relax against you, his hand coming up to your back, holding you to him. His nose nudged against the space beneath your ear and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his neck, hoping that he would feel better if you were there.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin, “Thank you, love.”

You stayed like that for quite a while, just resting in each other's arms and you wished it would never stop.

But the longer you were pressed against him, the more prominent became the fact that you were straddling him, your core settled perfectly above his crotch. Your body was screaming for you to move, to be filled by him and only him and get that sweet, sweet release.

And when you did not follow that instinct, the drug punished you with a harsh cramp that made you gasp out loud, almost doubling over in pain. Paz’s eyebrows furrowed, his hand coming to your waist, his thumb brushing over your skin.

“What is going on? Are you hurt? Mesh’la, how can I help, what – what can I do?”

“I – It’s alright,” you gasped out, tears gathering in your eyes, “It just hurts. It – kriff, it hurts so much.”

Then, his leg shifted underneath you, his thigh coming up to press against you and you gasped, “Paz, I – oh, you don’t – don’t have to –“

“C’mon, love,” he whispered, “Just a little … just a touch, I won’t touch you if you don’t want to but I can’t stand to see you cry.”

Your ears heat up at his suggestion but your walls fluttered around nothing and you nodded. You watched as he stretched his legs, his hand guiding you until you lowered yourself onto just one thigh. The material of his pants was rough and cool against your core and you sighed in relief.

Suddenly you were so close, closer than you had ever been and he was without his helmet.

You looked him in the eyes, your first time consciously doing that, and when he smiled tentatively you knew you had made the right decision.

The slightest touch on your clit made you shudder. But it was better than your own hands, this was something – someone – different.

“Have you ever ridden someone’s thigh before?” he asked and his voice sounded husky, even without his helmet, and you shook your head. You had the desire to hide from his gaze, you were so embarrassed. How needy you were, riding his thigh and already the first touch almost made you come.

“Come on, I will show you,” he whispered, “just be a good girl and relax, yeah?”

He mouthed at your throat before pressing the lightest kiss to your temple. The gentle gesture paired with the throbbing of your cunt made you mewl and just … push down.

The pressure was delightful, lighting up your whole body, and you did it again, gasping into the cool air as the friction against your clit made you see stars.

“See, you almost figured it you yourself,” Paz chuckled, his hand wandering to your hip and gripping you tight but not painfully so, “You just got to … move a bit, hm? I promise it’ll feel much better.”

You doubted anything could feel better than the overall pressure against your most sensitive parts but you allowed him to move you anyway.

And oh, by the stars was he right.

He guided you to grind along his thigh, up and down, the rough fabric rubbing against you, against your clit, in the most delicious way. You gasped again, immediately embarrassed by how needy you sounded and out of instinct, buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t get shy on me now, love,” he whispered, pulling you along his leg. You could feel his hard cock leaking against your thigh and you mewled. You wanted him to fuck you so bad but you also wanted to come like this but most important of all you wanted him to keep talking.

“Does that feel good, love?”

You buried yourself closer to him, your hands resting on his chest. With the movements of your hips, your nipples were rubbing against him and you bit your lip. You felt so hot and so good.

A slap to your ass made you jump and yelp. It did not hurt but it made your skin tingle all the same, the spot where his hand had met your behind getting warmer by the second.

“I asked you a question,” he murmured, gripping your ass cheek harshly, pushing and pulling you.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered against his neck, “feels really really good, Paz, please don’t stop, wanted this for so long.”

“Knew you’d be such a good slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, rubbing yourself against his thigh and shuddering at the pressure on your clit, “’m your slut, Paz, just yours, I – stars, wanted you for so long, please – please let me come …”

“Let you?” he repeated, almost amused, “Stars, love, are you asking my permission? Do you need me to tell you to come? Are you that good for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped, grinding against him some more. You felt him hard and hot against your thigh. So big and warm and his hand was heavy on you, grounding you into reality through the haze of your arousal.

“Then come,” he growled into your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “I want you to soak my thigh, little one, can you do that for me?”

You nodded, looking into his eyes, mouth gaping open. His eyes kept you looking at him, your fingers trailing all over his face as if that would make him even more real before you.

Your whole body tensed. You felt the trembling even in your toes as your hands gripped his shoulders, somehow trying to steady yourself as you came. A silent scream made your mouth open, Paz’s lips on your neck pressing kisses to the sensitive skin.

“Good girl,” he murmured, gently caressing you as you came down, “Good girl.”

You sighed, your body relaxing as you leaned further into him. “Thank you,” you whispered, eyes slowly closing.

“Of course, mesh’la,” he murmured against your temple, pressing a slight kiss there, “Of course.”

You breathed deeply, relaxing and enjoying the aftermath of the pleasure in your core.

Beneath you, Paz shifted and you became aware of his sizable erection against you. True to his word, he had not made a move.

“Would – would you ever sleep with me?” you asked shyly, wincing at the pressure against your clit, “I mean without the pollen, would you have ever … ever considered sleeping with me?”

You felt his hand tighten on you and swallowed harshly, somehow trying to brace yourself for the rejection.

“Love,” he murmured, “I – I have thought about this so many times, I would’ve – kriff, I would’ve wooed you if I’d gotten the chance before this,” he admitted, “I – kriff, I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

He loved you.

Your hands trembled as you raised them to the chain that kept his hand above his head. He shook his head, “mesh’la, what are you doing? You – you don’t have to –“

“But I want to,” you smiled, “Please, Paz, I – I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyes were wide and he nodded quickly, “Okay … okay, whatever you want, love, whatever you want.”

You traced the patterns on his arms, wondering if one day he would tell you how he got them. As soon as his hand was free, the metal fell to the floor with a clank. Immediately both his hands grasped your, interlocking your fingers and he smiled at you so sincerely it took your breath away.

“Can I fuck you, mesh’la?” he whispered, pushing his bulge against your core, “Please, I promise I’ll make you feel good. Want to see you ride me, love, move on my cock like the good girl you are.”

“Yes,” you nodded, wetting your lips as you lifted your hips.

You watched as he kicked off his pants, taking off his underwear so that he was completely bare before you. You knew that he was big, had seen so when he had taken himself in hand. But being so close to him now, seeing how his cock rested against his stomach, leaking precum and twitching, you suddenly got a sense of how much of a struggle it would be to actually take him.

“You ready, love?” he asked you, lips pressing against yours, “If you don’t want to, we still can –“

“No!” you protested much too quickly, heat rising in your ears at how desperate you sounded, “please, I want to – want to feel you, just, I need your help, I think,” you trailed off, tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft with your eyes, “You’re so big …”

The large man let go of your hands, grabbing your hips instead.

Understanding what he wanted you to do, you grasped his cock, lining him up with your entrance and slowly, oh so slowly, sank down on him. Thanks to the pollen and your previous orgasms, you were so wet you were practically dripping in it, your thighs shining in the light with the essence they were covered in.

But it was exactly this wetness that allowed you to take the first few inches of him without any problems. Sure, his girth stretched you to a point you had never experienced before and the more you sank down on him the more you mewled into his mouth.

He felt hot inside you, like the liquid heat that had built in your core and you took several breaths, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him. Paz kept his hands on you the entire time, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin and you could feel his chest heave with the effort of restraining himself. You did not want to imagine the control he was exerting over himself.

When your ass met his thighs you both sighed a breath of relief, allowing yourself to just enjoy this moment of intimacy. It was like you could feel him twitch inside you and while you felt like you would explode at any moment, you also felt so close to him like never before.

“You good?” he asked you, one hand at the back of your neck pushing your face against his forehead, “You feeling okay?”

“I feel perfect,” you answered back with a blissful smile, “I – I love you, Paz,” you kissed him softly, lifting your hips just a little bit before sinking down on him again. You heard him groan lowly. “I love you so much, ever since Din introduced you to me all I could think about was how it would feel to have you inside me.”

“Hope, uh, hope you’re not disappointed, love,” he joked, his brows furrowing at a particularly deep thrust.

“Not at all,” you gasped, your eyes rolling back in your head as he nudged your cervix, the slight twinge of discomfort perfectly pairing with the running lava inside your veins, “F-feels really good.”

“Yeah?” he asked you, thumbing at your clit, “Think you can come for me then? Don’t worry, it won’t be the last time. Just want to fill you up now, leaves us more time to add onto it, don’t you think, love?”

You wanted to answer with something clever, something witty. But all you could bring out was a pathetic whine in the back of your throat as you clenched around his cock, wetness dripping down his shaft as you tried to keep a grasp on reality.

Fuck, how did each orgasm feel better than the last?

With him tensing underneath you, you felt the first few pulses of his cock until he filled you so completely you felt the warmth deep deep inside of you.

Coming down from your high this time was a much slower affair. It was like you had been packed in wool, hearing and feeling things as if they were far away and you were floating on a cloud. You could feel Paz’s lips on your face as he kissed your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose and your lips. You smiled with your eyes closed, swaying on top of him.

He manoeuvred you around, lifting you off his cock and you distantly heard yourself whine at the loss. You felt his come escaping you, dripping down your thighs and onto the floor and while you should feel messy your first thought was that you just did not want to lose it. You wanted to keep him inside you as long as possible.

You were on your front now, your cheek pressed into a soft pillow while your chest pressed against the cold floor, your nipples hard from the temperature and your ass up in the air. Paz’s hands were massaging the globes of your ass and then he was inside you again, fucking the come you had lost right back into you.

You moaned, your vision and hearing getting clearer and clearer while you still trembled from your last orgasm.

“Back with me, little one?” he rasped into your ear, a light smack on your behind and you smiled dreamily.

“Y-yes, please, don’t stop, don’t – don’t stop, want you inside me again,” you murmured into the pillow, your words mushed together from how overworked and needy you felt.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he murmured, his hips working himself deeper inside you. In this angle he stretched you even further, rubbing along your walls in a way that did not let you get used to him – you loved it. “Don’t worry, I won’t stop fucking you until you’re so full of my come you won’t ever doubt whom you belong to.”

Something in you clenched at the thought of being marked by him, filled by him, again and again. You were not sure if it was the pollen and to be honest you doubted it. Instead, you raised your ass higher, wanting him deeper and gasping at the way you felt another orgasm approaching.

Already?

As if of its own volition, your hand slithered between your body and the floor, wanting to reach for your clit, circle it, flick it, teasing you until you came around him. But Paz saw it differently. Rough fingers closed around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your body surprisingly gentle.

“No.”

You whimpered, clamping around him at the way his voice rumbled in your ear.

“You will come when and how I want it, understood?”

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding frantically and rocking back onto him, feeling yourself drip down your thighs, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

He leant forward, his hands pushing yours next to your head and holding you down. All you saw were his tattooed fingers, holding yours down while he pounded into you, making you moan out loudly. You wanted this forever.

You heard him groan loudly, almost a shout, really, behind you, his whole body tensing and then he was pulsing inside you, shooting ropes of come inside you again. You gasped, wriggling closer to him to make sure none would escape. But instead of stilling and pushing himself deeper inside you to keep his come where it should be, he kept fucking you relentlessly.

And he was still hard.

“Paz,” you gasped, “Paz, what are you doing?”

“You didn’t think I'd be done after filling you up only twice, huh?” he asked you condescendingly, his hands slightly squeezing yours, “No, love, I’ve got quite a few loads in me, can – can kriffing feel it. Need to fill you up again, will you let me?”

You nodded, unable to speak anymore. There was a tear running down your cheek, a result of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins, your body using every outlet available.

He wasn’t angry when you came without his permission, clamping so tightly around him you were sure it had to hurt. No, his hands were gentle as they ran down your back to your ass, pulling you once more on his cock while your whole body convulsed in pleasure.

“Doing so good for me,” he murmured, “My good girl.”

And that’s exactly what you wanted to be.

His good girl.

When he came for the third time, you felt it leaking out of you with each thrust, your pussy too full of his cock and his come to hold it in. It was a steady flow, the squelching noises loud in your ears as you felt so dirty for taking him like this, for being so turned on by it.

“It’s too much – too much come, Paz,” you finally gasped out, tears of overstimulation painting your cheeks, “It’s – I – I am so full, please …”

Immediately, his movements halted, even though his hips still kept twitching slightly. It made you all the move aware of the come running down your thighs, a mixture of yours and his. His hands on your hips squeezed you gently.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, the worry in his voice clear.

You took a deep breath, feeling your head clearing up a little. Pondering his question, you shook your head. “N-not yet,” you whispered hoarsely, “I can take one more, I think, o-one more please.”

“One more,” he agreed softly behind you, his hips slowly starting to move again, “One more and then I have filled you up enough for today, does that sound good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Will you come for me one more time, too, love?” he asked you, bowing over you again so that you could feel his chest press against your back. His lips were by your ear and your trunked your head awkwardly until you could catch his lips.

Considering how roughly he had pounded into you, how messy you looked now, this kiss was soft, chaste almost. As your eyes blinked open you could see the absolute love in his eyes and your heart warmed.

Much like yours had before, his hand snuck between your body and the floor, seeking out the bundle of nerves between your legs as he kissed you.

“Come for me,” he murmured as his thumb rubbed circles over your clit, “One more time, my love, come for me, want to feel you clenching around me when I fill you up, ‘kay?”

You nodded breathlessly, moaning into his mouth as you came around him.

Your body felt heavy and full as you sagged onto the floor, ungraciously smushed against the pillow when he once more filled you up. It was pure bliss and you swore you would never get tired of feeling him like this. All tense and hard and pulsing.

Paz’s forehead fell between your shoulder blades as he pressed kisses to your sweaty skin. “C’mon, love,” he whispered in your ear, pulling out of you with a wince, “Let’s get you comfortable, hm?”

You nodded, your eyes already falling closed.

You were dead asleep by the time Paz got you into the bunk.

When Paz woke up he could not believe his luck.

He was naked and you were naked and he had told you he loved you and you loved him too and he was curled around you as if that was where he had belonged all along.

He had one hand on your belly, the other lazily cupping your breast and his fingers twitched slightly, feeling the soft flesh. A blanket was haphazardly thrown over both of you and Paz felt the cold air on his back but he did not mind. As long as you were comfortable.

His nose was buried in the crook of your neck and he could feel your even breathing as you were still in a deep sleep. He smiled, pressing a kiss to every spot he could reach. Stars, he loved you. He loved your body, loved your soul, loved the way you smiled at him and the way you turned sleepily in his arms, shuffling closer to him even in your sleep.

How had he ever deserved something so beautiful?

Lost in his thoughts, he did not notice your eyes fluttering open until your soft lips were pressed against his jaw. “Morning,” you mumbled, a lazy smile stretched across your face as your hand wandered up to his chest, palm resting over his heart.

“Good morning, mesh’la,” he greeted you, unable to help the giant grin on his face, “How did you sleep?”

“Wonderful,” you replied, lightly scratching your nails on his chest in a way that made goosebumps rise on his skin, “I – I feel like I should have the biggest hangover but I don’t?”

He chuckled, gazing at you, his hand wandering to the small of your back and pulling you closer. “Might be the pollen,” he said, “Cara mentioned that we might have to sleep them off, remember?”

You frowned, “Not really. I – To be honest, all I remember was thinking about you …” then you looked up at him, your eyes searching his for something he was not sure about, “Now that your thoughts are clear, does – does that mean you have to put your helmet on again?”

The way your voice broke made his heart clench and he swallowed thickly. He ducked his head, kissing you softly and enjoying the way you relaxed into him, opening your mouth for his tongue to slip inside and taste you.

“I – I should but I don’t want to,” he answered truthfully, placing a hand on your cheek, “I want to keep looking at you just like this. Just for a while longer.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch.

If only every day could start like this.

“I – what – what if I keep it off when we are alone?” he suggested timidly, the fear of rejection gripping his chest tightly, “It – it would mean that we are courting that I, that I would want to marry you someday but I do and I – what would you think?”

“I would think that that is a very good idea,” you whispered back, talking as if it was your own little secret and the smile that bloomed on your face let him know that you were serious. That you were happy. “I would very much like to court you, Paz,” you clarified, “I love you.”

He laughed, boisterous and happy and unafraid of the others hearing him because you loved him and you wanted to court him and –

“Stars, I never thought I would be this happy to be infected by some strange pollen,” he chuckled, pulling you close to kiss you again. His hand dropped to the back of your knee, encouraging you to throw it over his hip but you squirmed.

He stopped, “Everything alright? Did I – are you hurt?”

“Just a little sore,” you responded, averting your eyes as if you were embarrassed and Paz frowned, “And I – I think my thighs are a bit … messy,” you finished, “You, uh, you came a lot yesterday, Paz.”

Remembering the way he had filled you up – four times at least, his brain offered helpfully – he felt himself grow harder and cursed inwardly. “I am sorry, love,” he offered, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth, “Let me make up for it, hm?”

Carefully he rolled you over until you were lying beneath him, smiling up at him still with the sleep in your eyes but your legs spread around his hips, “And how do you propose to do that, Mr. Vizsla?”

The blanket fell away from your body and he feasted on the sight before him. There were marks and hickeys all over your skin. Marks and hickeys that he put there. He leant down and caught one hard nipple in his mouth, nibbling at the sensitive skin and grinning when he heard your surprised gasp followed by you pushing your chest closer to his mouth.

“I think I can think of something,” he teased you, looking up at you with your skin still between his lips. The way you bit your lips, stars he could come at the sight …

“Is the coast clear?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Paz groaned above you and heard you giggle. Grateful for the curtain that was still in place in front of the bunk, shielding you from Cara’s view. Cara who had come in to check on your apparently.

He dipped down to kiss you again, smirking as he felt your legs wrap around his hips. He grew harder, his cock brushing against your core and you gasped.

“Sounds like you’re busy,” she commented drily and he scoffed.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he grumbled between kisses, nibbling at your collarbone, “We’ll be busy for a few hours still.”

Hours later, when both of you were sated again, Paz pressed one last kiss to your forehead before finally getting himself to leave the bunk. You whined, your arms reaching out for him sleepily and he wanted nothing more than to return to the little safe haven you had built for yourself.

But there was still a mission to complete.

“I need to take a shower, love,” he explained soothingly, “And then I will make sure you have all the time in the world in the refresher, yeah? No Elen or Din bothering you about it.”

You smiled droopily at the thought, your eyes already fluttering closed again and he smiled. “I love you,” he whispered.

Sleepily, you smiled at him cuddling into the pillow that he had previously occupied, “I love you too, Paz.”

#maybege writes #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x fem!reader #smut

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wisefoxluminary · 1 year

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Din Djarin × Bo Katan relationship headcanons

Din Djarin follows Bo Katan without any hesitation. He trusts and believes in her the most.

The both of them co-parent Grogu and take turns looking after him. They are a clan of three. Bo is a busy workaholic mother while Din is a stay at home dad who takes his child to work occasionally.

When Bo Katan isn't busy with her unwavering duties to Mandalore, she pays a visit to Din and Grogu in their cabin. She mostly tries to stay the night so she can be with her family.

Din takes missions for the New Republic in the outer rim so he can make annual visits to Mandalore. he wants to spend time with his Lady Kryze.

They end up saving each other all the time, even when the other doesn't want it.

They love watching the sunset and taking romantic strolls together.

Don't let Din or Bo near a drink of wine, they get drunk together very easily. Things can turn passionate and steamy very quickly between them.

They enjoy taking jobs together in the far galaxy to make ends meet.

To have a feast, the two sit back to back when Din has his helmet off. Bo respects his boundaries and follows his rules with care. Bo enjoys Din's cooking as he makes the best meals.

Bo can't help but feel attracted to Din's mystery and brooding nature. She is dying to see his face again.

They enjoy having double dates with Paz and The Armorer.

They both know how to pull each other out of a dark place or from a void of depression.

Din and Bo take the pleasure in kelable kisses, but Din tends to pull his helmet from above his mouth and give her a proper kiss.

Din likes to write poems about his love Bo Katan but he is too shy to give them to her.

His dream is to propose to Bo and live a wedded life together, but their duties hold them back.

Bo is good cop, who handles situations with a level-headed nature. Din is bad cop, who turns to any means to get the information he wants. He is prone to resort to violence and fights with anyone like the way he kicked the battle droids.

The two are soulmates, no matter how hard they try to deny it. Everyone just assumed they were always together.

#dinbo #din djarin x bo katan kryze #din djarin #bo katan kryze #the mandalorian #groguthechild #clan of three #headcanon

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marivenah · 1 year

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Paz Acosta (c*d) one of those very rare date nights || Zoiya (arcane) she can't believe others would call her tiny friend a wh*re (they're jealous of her cute hat obv)

Laurie Devin + Aetherius (fc5) received a cute bouquet from faith || Dawn (dp) just received her very first scar

Rose Adams (dc) sending her bf a cute selfie before going out with friends || Juliet Romano (dsny) ready for the next mission

so @natesofrellis tagged me to do this really pretty picrew! thank you for the tag, this one is really cute 💙 and I saw @socially-awkward-skeleton use it, too!

sending out no pressure tags; @sstewyhosseini @purplehairsecretlair @hoesephseed @thomrainer @lethal-justice @josephslittledeputy @risingsh0t @indorilnerevarine @adelaidedrubman @dihardys @jackiesarch @aceghosts @leviiackrman @confidentandgood @shellibisshe @roofgeese @jacobseed @shadowglens @noetikat @ghastlyrider and YOU!

#oc: paz acosta #oc: zoiya #oc: laurie devin #oc: dawn #oc: rose adams #oc: juliet romano #picrew #the outfits in this one are really cute!#and the skin tones are nice too! a lot of options can you believe it #i saw that red trenchcoat and knew what needed to be done.#dawn looks SO tall it feels so weird skddsks #anyways i'm so upset the pet section didn't have monkeys or alligators #this is like a personal attack against juliet #and yea i will officially label her as a d*sney character 🤡

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sulphuryasecretcloset · 2 years

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What if... things were different

Corin is lounging on the sofa, using Din's lap as a pillow, hanging out in the living room with everyone else. Every other week or so, Dulsissia manipulates them into gathering for a big family dinner and today had been such a day. (She is particularly pleased with Zev 'sonya, Mose and Leo being present as well as Paz, Raga, Barthor, Liita, Dez and Neleem.) He's listening with half-hearted interest to Davarax and Din talking about the Razor Crest and some upgrades they want to add, those two treat that ship like it is a living creature, but when they start talking about which day would be best to travel to the marked to look for parts and they mention today's date, it sparks a memory in Corin's mind.

“Hey, mom?” Corin twists a little to look over at where Dulsissia is sitting next to Davarax while talking to Neleem about baby stuff as usual.

“Yeah, baby?” Dulsissia instantly turns to look at her son.

“Do you remember what today is?”

Frowning, Dulsissia thinks for a couple of seconds before giving a faint shake of her head.

“It's the day we left Seswenna when I was a kid.” Corin isn't surprised she doesn't remember. It's a day she rarely talks about, unlike the anniversaries for meeting Davarax or them arriving at the Covert. But Corin remembers. He had been incredibly excited at the thought that they were going to leave for an adventure, just him and his mother, which meant no scowling and scary Macero.

“Oh.” Dulsissia says, a little puzzled. “So it is.”

Corin looks up at Din, who is looking down at him, and another thought strikes him as he feels the usual flutter of adoration when their eyes lock. “I wonder what would have happened if we hadn't left...?”

Everyone in the room goes quiet and turn their attention his way.

Frowning, Corin ponders his own question for a little while. “I guess I would have ended up in the army, like he wanted.” At first that clearly makes everyone uneasy, but then slow smile slides across Corin's face. “I'd be traveling all over the Galaxy, looking awesome in that officer uniform, breaking hearts until I finally meet this hot Mando that persuades me to run away with him.”

Din huffs a laugh, he sounds scarily like Davarax, and the corner of his mouth twitches with a barely restrained smile. “If you guys hadn't joined the Covert, I'd be training until I was the best fighter in the tribe and then I'd be chosen for the outside missions. I'd travel all over the Galaxy, hunting down bounties and making the Covert rich. Then, one day, I'd come across a pretty-faced Imp in serious trouble and I'd end up saving his life. He'd ask to travel with me and I'd say yes.”

“And we'd live happily ever after.” Corin says with hearty approval, then turns his attention back to his mother. “What about you, mom?”

Dulsissia hums and smiles a little as well. “Well, if I hadn't left, I can see how I would have ended up as a widow whose husband died under mysterious circumstances, and I'd be wearing these glorious mourning outfits, taking midnight strolls by myself, dreaming about some dashing warrior in impressive armor...” Her gaze slides over to Davarax rather meaningfully.

“Welllll,” Davarax drawls, copying her, “if this lovely lady and her tough little son hadn't come into my life... I probably would have gone on working for the Covert until I was replaced by someone better and made to retire. By then I'd probably be bald, because a certain group of four would have caused it to fall out, and I'd lie in bed all day, eating snacks and reading trashy romance stories about beautiful women who lost their former husbands under mysterious circumstances.”

“If Dulcy and Corin hadn't arrived at the Covert, I would've been the one to replace you.” Paz shoots in with a grin. “Me and Raga would be married and eventually I'd take over as the leader of the Vizlas too. Oh, and Din would be my servant.”

Din scoffs, while Raga absently plays with a lock of her curly hair before she adds her own thought about her alternative time line: “The way I see it; I'd work out, kick ass and end up awesome, just like I am now.” She seems pleased with that until she notices Paz' sour look and points a thumb at him. “Oh, and I'd be married to that, yeah.” Which has Paz all smug and happy again.

“What about you, baby?” Dulsissia asks Barthor, who is doing his best to blend with the sofa.

“I, uh...” Barthor says, clearly uncertain. “I guess I would have been focused on surviving the training sessions with those idiots and once Davarax retired, uh, I'd... find something to do for the Covert?”

“How exciting.” Paz drawls, unfazed by the scowl seeping through Barthor's t-visor.

“I would have been a famous smuggler by now!” Zev'sonya declares with a confident and uncharacteristically excited grin. “I'd be the captain on my own ship, Mose would've been my second-in-command, and we'd steal from all the rich jerks that crossed our path!”

Mose sighs. “We'd probably be dead.”

Zev'sonya's face snap over to glare at him, but Mose merely shrugs. “It's true. You're too impulsive and I'm a Hutt. We'd end up dead.”

“I think,” Leo is quick to defuse the situation, “that, ignoring my little oxygen problem, not meeting Zev here means I would have gone back home with my mom, where I'd help them find a cure for Miner's Lung. I'd become the town hero!” He winks at Zev'sonya. “And I'd end up filthy rich so I'd be easy prey...” She rolls her eyes, but doesn't pull away when he lifts her hand to his lips.

“Liita.” Paz calls for the attention of his sister, who is working on one of her endless projects; a small box with a frightful amount of wires sticking out of it. “If Dulcy hadn't left Seswenna, my father wouldn't have come tumbling down on your planet. What do you think you'd be doing right now if you hadn't met him?”

Liita doesn't take her eyes off her project or pause for a single second. “I'd still be back there. Bored. But at least able to work in peace.”

Dulsissia shakes her head with a smile, forever refusing to give up on making Liita enjoy socializing, then turns her attention over to Neleem. “Neleem. You're next.” She nods towards where Neleem's hands are as usual stroking her very prominent stomach in a futile effort to calm the constantly restless baby. “If I hadn't set you up with the love of your life, where do you think you'd be now?”

Neleem lifts a coy eyebrow. “I would have kept on teaching until I retired, then I'd turn into the weird old lady who lives alone with fifteen pets and always have sweets covered in lint in her pockets.”

That has almost everyone laughing and Davarax glances over at the one person who isn't even cracking a smile. “Dez. What about you?”

Dez' dark eyes flick over to look at Davarax, solemn and thoughtful, then they flare with anger and a muscle twitches in Dez' jaw. “This is a stupid game.” He growls the words as he gets up. “I'm not playing.” Dez stalks out of the room.

There are a lot of exchanging of looks as no one was prepared for that, but when Davarax gets up with a concerned expression on his face, Neleem grabs his hand just as he walks by her on his way out to chase down Dez. “No. He will just get all defensive and huffy and... you know what he's like.” She gives his hand a comforting squeeze. “I'll talk to him.” A thoughtful frown. “If you can help me up, that would be great.”

Davarax carefully pulls a groaning Neleem up on her feet and she sends the visibly worried Paz a reassuring smile. Like his father, he's always worried that Dez' temper will ruin the peace that finally has found its way to their family. Neleem isn't worried. Dez' temper won't disappear over night after decades of being his default reaction, but he's working hard every single day to keep improving and he's come a long way from where they started. Backslides are to be expected and when they happen, Dez does what she told him to do; recognizes the anger and walks away to cool down.

He hasn't fled far. Dez is standing on the front porch, arms crossed and staring at the horizon, when Neleem steps outside to find him. She frowns a little at what she sees in his face and it makes her touch his arm to gain his attention. “What's wrong?”

“You should have stayed inside.” Dez mutters, eyes still on the horizon. “You need rest.”

She ignores his effort to deflect the question and merely repeats it: “What's wrong, Dez?”

Dez is silent, doesn't move, barely breathes, merely stares as something dark haunts him, and then he finally speaks. “If the blonde witch hadn't stumbled into Beskar Boy's path and into the Covert, I would have ended up losing everything. Paz, my clan, my faith, my hope, meeting you, a future... I would have lost it all. Everything but my life, which I suspect would last longer than most.” A soft exhale. “Because death would have been a relief at that point.”

“Hey...” Neleem reaches out and cups the side of his face, making him turn his lost gaze towards her instead. Her heart aches at the mere thought of him having such a fate. “Don't say that.”

Reaching up, Dez places his hand over hers, gentle despite his upset state, and eases her hand away from his skin but doesn't let go. “You know I'm right. I would have kept on pushing Paz, continued to fail to achieve freedom for my clan, and been too damn arrogant and angry to change.” There is razor-sharp self-loathing and bitterness in his voice. “A spoiled rich girl deciding to run away from her dirtbag partner is why we're all here. And it... terrifies me to think of what would have happened if she'd lost her courage and stayed with that excuse for a man. Not just to me, I would've had it coming anyway, but to all of us.”

Neleem shakes her head and tugs lightly at his hand, willing him to ground himself in her words. “But we are here. All of us. We're safe. You're safe.”

That finally brings a faint, if a little sad, smile to his face and Dez lets go of her hand to reach out and run a gentle, loving touch over her stomach. “I guess this still feels like a dream to me and I keep expecting to wake up to a nightmare life at any moment. It's too good to be true. I can't be this lucky.”

“This is very real, mister.” Neleem states with playful strictness. “My back, ankles and bladder can testify to that.” She reaches up and eases him into her embrace and feels a mix of relief and happiness when he allows it. There is trust here. “And I'm amazed that I'm this lucky too.”

That brings out the Davaraxian laughter-huff from Dez Vizla himself. “Lucky to be stuck with a husband who would still be a complete mess without you?”

Neleem sighs and pets his neck in an absentminded caress. She's as fond of looking at her own weaknesses as he is. “Here's the thing, Dez; without you, I'd be alone, drowning myself in work and too afraid to even consider having a family after losing mine the way I did. You've made me stronger, braver, a part of your family and your clan. We're having a child together and I couldn't be happier about it. Our relationship, we're both lucky, Dez. We make each other better.”

There is a moment where he digests her words, then Dez'relaxes against her and hugs her closer.

Inside, Corin decides he's glad his mother decided to leave with him that day. He doesn't remember much of the years on Seswenna, but he remembers his mother's sadness and the scary shadow of Macero Valentis. It's almost weird to think about that when Corin looks at his mother now and she is giggling, face flushed and eyes bright with happiness, due to whatever Davarax is whispering by her ear with a grin of his own. They have been married for years now and yet they're still flirting. Not a day goes by without declarations of love and kisses and outright cuddling. They are happy.

Corin looks up at Din and hopes that they will be able to keep that kind of relationship too. His heart says they will. And Din being set on trying to distract Paz from worrying about his father instead of noticing he's being ogled, well, that only strengthens Corin's belief. Din's heart is as kind and caring as Davarax'. Which is why Corin knows that, in addition to being a wonderful partner, Din is also going to be a wonderful father. That will be their future. He can feel it.

And who knows; maybe a lost little Foundling is already waiting for them out there?

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #what if AU #the one-shots start coming and they don't stop coming

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The Repopulate The Covert Challenge

(Aka the Vizsla 100 Baby Challenge)

It was a solemn day as Paz walked through the covert, their ranks had been wiped completely out, the Armorer devastatingly injured and looking grave, on her deathbed she had told him one thing and one thing only; Don't let the creed die.

It was up to him now to repopulate the covert.

He didn't care much for the public eye, often getting a lot of stares and whispers about his armor, and massive size, but he had no choice. He would have to do what he could to fix the covert.

He ordered himself a drink for some courage at the bar, (he was gonna need it), and started chatting up the woman beside him.

They were having a nice chat until another man sat down at the bar and started talking to her too.

Paz being the hot headed person that he is, was quick to tell this man off.

This wasn't going to be easy.

He didn't limit himself though, and engaged with women all over the bar, wanting to make as many connections as possible..

Unfortunately for him he HATED the bar scene, and found 70% of the patrons unbearable and annoying.

At the end of the night he had three phone numbers. Good enough for one day, he decided, and went to bed.

One of the numbers, however, proved to be pretty much useless, as Lilly explained quite quickly to him that she was Unflirty, and not interested in anything beyond friendship. He crossed her off his agenda and moved on.

After days of messages and meeting up, he got a message from L.

A date at the gym! What a perfect place for him to impress her, he prided himself on his physique. He jumped at the chance to go.

He stood confidently next to the shrimpy looking dudes at the gym, I got this, he thought to himself.

He and L. had a great date, he was sure everything was basically in the bag next time around, and then he got home to a surprise.

It was Mele, the first girl he'd talked to at the bar! Apparently she wasn't too put off by his altercation with the other guy, as she quickly turned on the charm.

One thing lead to another and...

He slept soundly, confident that his efforts would work, and the first of this new generation would be born.

He couldn't let himself get too attatched though, he had a mission to do. So when L. Called for another date, he quickly got dressed and left.

The date went well.

A little too well..

Feeling more confident than ever, he went back out to the bar.

He met several other "contacts" As well as another Mandalorian from another covert! Unfortunately for him it was another guy.

Oh well.

He developed a surprisingly fast relationship with one of the women there, Candy.

And..Well you know..

Time was flying by, but thats when he got the first call..

Triplets?! The first try?!

He was in for more than he bargained for..

Three daughters. The start to the new covert.

He vowed to change their names to proper Mandalorian ones once they were old enough.

#Sims 4 #TS4 #TS4 Challenge #100 baby challenge #Sims 4 100 baby challenge #Sims 4 Star Wars

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azertyrobaz · 2 years

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Vortex Chapter 12/12

Concussion, he immediately thought. Not the first time he had one of those, and it sometimes took a few minutes for his mind to clear. Nothing to worry about.

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Din loses some of his memories. How will he decide to get them back? And should he get them back? Thankfully, he has friends to help him figure it out. Amnesia/Memory loss fic.

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Chapters: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12

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Read below or on ao3.

“Is this a joke?”

It had taken him a while to figure out how to carry all the ingots from his quarters to the forge without attracting too much attention. Thankfully, Kryze was on an off-base mission, as he’d expected this conversation to go better if she wasn’t there. Still, that didn’t mean Wren would be easy to convince on her own either.

“I promise you it’s not,” he assured her with all the seriousness he could muster, Grogu for once sitting very still and very quiet on his shoulders. The boy had been visibly unsettled earlier when he saw him opening those infamous crates again, but it seemed that he’d understood what he wanted to do with them as they were making their way to the young woman’s workshop.

“And you said you’ve had them for a year?” she seethed, unable to tone down her temper.

“Almost a year,” he amended, wondering why he’d thought it had been a good idea to mention dates.

“Why didn’t you – ”

“It wasn’t an easy decision,” he quickly interrupted her – he had to make her understand. She had to know how much this was costing him. “Getting them was probably one of the worst things that ever happened to me. Certainly the most painful.”

Grogu cooed sadly in agreement from his perch.

“You got them when you were injured?” Sabine realized in a small voice, shoulders lowering, ashamed of her earlier outburst. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think…” But there were no more words. Din wasn’t sure how much she knew, and he didn’t particularly want to linger on that subject, even if it was easier to talk about it now, and his back didn’t flare up any time he so much as thought about Paz and the Armorer.

“And a friend, a very good friend, got hurt, too. She’s blind, now,” he added, because this was also crucial to her understanding of the situation.

“Acid?” she guessed, eyes widening, and Din nodded. “I heard about clans setting that kind of traps to protect their loot, it’s barbaric.”

“Yeah, I guess you don’t choose the clan you grow up in,” he sighed, not realizing at first how much he was revealing or acknowledging – they weren’t his clan anymore, Grogu was.

“I guess not,” she still agreed easily, and he could tell there was something there. Something more. She understood his particular situation more than she let on. Hopefully someday soon they’d be able to dwell on it again. When they weren’t so focused on reclaiming their planet, perhaps. If that day ever came.

“How’s your friend? I’ve heard they made progress, there’s some promising treatment that seem to show good results, has she tried any of them?” Sabine asked after a beat, showing that despite her irascibility, she still cared for others – deeply.

“I think she’s still figuring things out. But she’s good, really. Better than I expected,” Din replied. He’d been amazed by Cara’s spirit on Sorgan. In some ways, she’d seemed if not the happiest then surely the most composed he’d ever seen her. Spotchka consumption notwithstanding.

Which was why he was there now. He wasn’t sure he would have ever been able to do anything with that Beskar if Cara was suffering. Having her blessing to do what he wanted with it was one thing, yes, but her actual state of mind meant more. And he didn’t think she had been faking it.

“I had a friend who was blinded after an injury. A very good friend, too,” Sabine reminisced, and he could tell it wasn’t something she did often. And certainly not with him.

“What happened?” he asked softly.

“Well, he’s dead now,” the woman replied bluntly. “But he was a Jedi and he relied on the Force to see. That’s what he said at least,” she added with a small smile, the memory not so painful now. “I’m not sure he actually saw anything most times, but he did like to pretend he did.”

Din realized they weren’t so different after all. Sabine had also opened her heart to others. It kept surprising him to find people more like him outside of his old tribe. He thought he’d always be the outcast. The Child of the Watch. The religious zealot. The lone wolf. And yet, ever since Grogu had entered his life, he’d started realizing that it didn’t have to be the case. That it wasn’t so difficult to make friends and, even more surprisingly, to have those friends care for him in return. He didn’t have to be alone. He didn’t have to let the Beskar he used to hide behind define him.

“So… that Beskar,” the purple haired Mandalorian spoke, interrupting his musings. “All three cases are full?”

“Yeah,” Din nodded, and Grogu finally slid from his shoulders to stand on the table where Din had opened one.

“How much, do you reckon?” she wondered, having a hard time hiding the sparks from her eyes. She still hadn’t so much as picked up an ingot.

“A lot,” he answered unnecessarily. “But we should still use it wisely.”

“Agreed,” she replied at once, and finally made to touch the shiny metal. “Can I?” she still asked, and Din tried not to smile as he hummed his approval.

Her hands were shaking.

“I always wondered what my reaction would be when I had proof right in front of me of what the Empire did to us during the Purge,” she uttered, weighing a couple of ingots and letting her thumb rest on the Imperial stamp they bore. “All those lives destroyed and for what? Some shiny treasure they were never able to forge properly to make it useful? What a waste…”

She exhaled deeply and let the ingots fall from her hands with a resounding clank. Grogu approached her, ears lowered, and raised his small arms in her direction.

“Hug,” he instructed rather than asked, and Sabine’s frown slowly disappeared as she picked up the child to grant his wish.

“Another part of me realized that if we ever managed to recover that Beskar, then maybe our warriors didn’t die in vain, and we can make their sacrifice worthy. And what better way to reconnect with them than by reforging their armor anew?”

“That’s what I told myself when I got this armor,” said Din, letting his right hand rest over his chest plate. “It came from the same batch of Beskar. My old armor was falling to pieces and I knew it would be stupid to refuse it. So I decided the Mandalorians who’d fallen would be part of me forever, and that I’d honor them by taking care of this new gift until I could pass it on to someone else.”

He looked at Grogu in Sabine’s arms, giggling as she attempted – and mostly succeeded – to tickle him. He knew the child would outlive him by centuries, and he’d made his peace with that realization long ago. But that meant he’d need an armor of his own. And sooner rather than later.

“So what’s your plan, Mand’alor?” Sabine asked after releasing the boy, who started exploring the rest of the room. She was all business, now. This was an armorer asking her leader what to do. And for the first time, Din felt like he actually fit the role. It was in her eyes and in her tone – she trusted him completely and would do exactly as he asked.

“The warriors who need a helmet should come first,” he replied with certainty. He had time to think about it, and part of him still wondered if members of his old tribe were here on the base. Ashamed to admit who they were after having lost their armor on Nevarro, but intent to fight to reclaim their home world by his side. “No one should be without a helmet.”

“Fair enough,” she agreed. “I should still have plenty enough to forge other pieces after that.”

“The youngest should then each have at least a piece, especially if they’ve never had Beskar armor before. A pauldron or a gauntlet maybe?” Sabine nodded, liking his reasoning.

“They’ll be the first in line, they deserve it.”

“After that, I trust you and Bo-Katan to make the right choices, you know those people better than me.”

“This is going to boost everybody’s morale. It will mean a lot to families and clans who lost people in the Purge,” Sabine sighed.

“That’s gonna require a lot of work from you,” Din realized.

“Don’t worry about me,” she replied, arms akimbo. “I like a challenge. I was also thinking of getting a couple of apprentices, now that I have actual Beskar to forge. What do you think?”

“I think it’s a great idea.”

“Dada!” Grogu piped up from the other side of the room – he wasn’t up to any mischief right now, big surprise, but he was still asking for some attention from him. He’d been ignored long enough.

“One last thing,” Din said. This was something else he’d been rehearsing in his mind on the way back from Sorgan. “Could you keep some of the leftovers to build a training helmet for Grogu? I’m aware it’s going to be difficult work, but I’d like him to start wearing one if he wants to.”

“I could definitely work something out, some small armor pieces, too. Certainly a chest plate and back plate. He doesn’t seem to be growing very fast so it should last him a while.”

“At least there is that,” Din chuckled. “Do you think you could give his floating crib a Beskar coating, too?”

“He’d certainly be the most protected baby in the galaxy,” she noted.

“Well, maybe he should be,” Din reasoned, as he saw said baby attempting to reach for one of the heavy hammers Wren used. He grumbled audibly when he picked him up before he managed to do so, and potentially give himself a concussion of his own. He’d been thinking of a way to keep him protected when they were travelling and it wasn’t safe to have him in his arms. He didn’t want a repeat of what had happened when Paz ambushed him on Nevarro.

“This should keep me busy for a while, what are you gonna do in the meantime, Mand’alor?” she asked him. It was the second time she called him that, and he hadn’t perceived any sarcasm in her tone. But he could also tell she wanted to ask him something but didn’t know how to.

“I’m gonna start by finding Ahsoka. She believes we missed something at that last temple and I’m starting to think that she might be right.”

“Oh?” she replied, forcing herself to appear unbothered. “Anything interesting, you think?”

“Something to do with the Force, I’m sure of it. Something that might put us on the right track.”

She raised her light brown eyes towards him and it was hard to miss the hope he read in there.

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Tracking down the Jedi didn’t turn out to be so difficult – she hadn’t left the small planet where he’d sustained his concussion now well over a week ago. Getting through to her on the other hand proved more challenging.

“I shouldn’t have told you where I was going,” she sighed, but without any malice.

Ahsoka was sitting cross legged under a very old tree by the ruins, eyes closed, ostensibly meditating, and Din felt like he was intruding in more ways than one.

“Maybe you did want me to find you,” he tried, Grogu jumping from his arms to join the woman in her communion with the elements – or at least try to, as he got quickly distracted by a nearby bird-like creature.

“Maybe I just like making things more difficult for myself on purpose,” she quipped.

She had recognized him without even opening her eyes – but then, who else would it be? – and there was still some humor in her tone, but Din wasn’t stupid. He knew she was still angry with him and had many reasons to be. She’d wanted alone time and he hadn’t given her a lot of it.

“I’m sorry I made you show me what happened on Nevarro,” he told her. “It wasn’t fair, and hurting you was the very last thing I wanted to do and I still did it anyway.”

“Force users are empaths,” she replied levelly, opening her eyes but only to stare at Grogu, who had climbed in her lap. “Some feel even more than others, like your child. I don’t blame you for what you asked me, but I wished you’d realized how much it would hurt him, too.”

“I know now,” he said softly, and there must have been something special about his voice, because she finally looked up at him.

“You look better,” she realized, surprised, and Din shrugged. “Grogu as well.”

“Winta!” the child explained with a cheer, and Ahsoka smiled.

“I’m glad you went to Sorgan. I didn’t want to suggest it directly, but it seems you understood what I meant when I said you should go somewhere Grogu likes.”

“I did,” he agreed, exhaling slowly, sitting on the forest floor next to the two of them. It didn’t look like the Jedi wanted to get up any time soon.

“Somewhere you like, too, even if you’ve never admitted it.”

“Cara sends her best,” he replied, ignoring the jab.

“How is she?” she asked, more somber.

“Good, I think. And I’m glad you didn’t warn me about her,” he quickly added before she felt compelled to say something on that subject. “I needed to see it for myself.”

“You gave the Beskar to Sabine,” she suddenly realized, eyes widening in shock. “I didn’t think you’d get there so fast.”

Din did his best not to react. What had given himself away? Was it something about him? The Force talking to her? There was still so much he didn’t understand. So much he wanted to learn. And he could start right now.

“I want us to try opening the temple again,” he said, not bothering to confirm her correct assumption.

“I tried already, there’s nothing there,” she uttered, frustration coloring her voice – this was rare. Ahsoka always seemed so calm and collected, but right under the surface her temper was just as quick as Wren’s.

“You said it needed at least two Jedi to work. Grogu’s here, we should try all three of us,” he reasoned calmly.

“We also tried that last time, it didn’t work either. We were both getting frustrated so we decided to try one last time without Grogu and that’s when it fought back and you got injured. I didn’t manage to get it to so much as acknowledge my presence for the last four days, and I’ve been trying hard. I think it was just a fluke, I was wrong.”

She sounded annoyed and disheartened. She’d probably been trying to communicate with the Force for days to no avail. Had she remembered to eat or sleep at any point? No wonder she seemed so grumpy.

“I brought snacks,” Din tried, resorting to a strategy he used with Grogu when the boy didn’t want to admit he needed a nap or was on the verge of a tantrum. He removed a small bag of krill crackers from a pouch at his belt and his son perked up, recognizing it immediately – this was his favorite snack in the whole world.

“They’re from Sorgan?” Ahsoka asked hopefully, and Din nodded. He threw the bag at her before she could request it, and Grogu and her were soon munching on the crackers noisily and covered in crumbs.

“Those things are so good, I could live on them,” she sighed happily in between two bites. Din made no comment – he knew he could get himself in a similar state when he became hyper focused on a specific task and simply forget to take care of the most basic requirements to survive.

“Please thank Omera for me next time you see her,” she added once they had gone through the whole bag with Grogu, leaving none for him – but that was fair enough.

“I will,” he replied, understanding her request had more than one layer. She probably knew how he felt about Omera and it didn’t seem to be bothering her, on the contrary. And for once she didn’t sound so cryptic – or maybe he’d started to remember how to understand her better.

“You needed more from me than I was able to give you, but I’m glad you realized you could find it somewhere else.”

“I’m trying, at least,” he acknowledged.

“Trying’s a good first step, but you can do better,” she answered with an impish smile, the food apparently restoring some of her spunk back.

Din didn’t need his memories back to figure out what happened. Ahsoka had realized she couldn’t help him and he hadn’t given Omera the chance to try – not then, at least. He’d looked for comfort and yet no one had been allowed to get too close. That was very him, and he almost laughed.

“Come on, let’s try one last time,” he urged her, standing up. Grogu jumped into his arms, a feat that always thrilled him every time he did it – he wasn’t sure why, he just loved it. No matter how sticky his little hands were when he pressed them to his cheeks.

“Alright,” Ahsoka conceded and came to stand next to him. “Just concentrate on getting it to open, you and Grogu. You’re not Force sensitive but you two share a strong bond, it might make a difference.”

He appreciated the fact that she still wanted to give it her best shot, no matter how fed up she probably was with the place by now.

Din closed his eyes. He tried to recall his state of mind when he first tried to open the temple. Just before he hit his head. Just before he lost two years’ worth of memories. It wasn’t that hard. He’d learned exactly who he’d been then. Someone governed by guilt and shame and anger and pain. Someone who couldn’t see what was right in front of him. He felt Grogu’s hands press harder around his neck, his small body thrumming in concentration. He couldn’t wait to start training with him once he had his armor. Something that would be just for the two of them. He’d share everything he knew and make his Mandalorian forebearers proud.

He focused on that one feeling – his selfless wish to see his son thrive. For his sake, he had to let go of all the wrong emotions he had let control his decisions in the past. He would learn to always put him first while not sacrificing himself in the process. He would learn to accept help from others. He would learn to expect good outcomes instead of bad ones. He would learn to open his heart.

Ahsoka gasped and he finally opened his eyes.

“Din! You did it!” she yelled as she rushed forward, Grogu jumping from his arms to follow her with an excited squeal.

Din couldn’t move. He’s seen how the Force worked through the child before, but it had never been something he actively participated in. Something so tangible. Something he could touch. Because a circle of large stones had just risen from the ground. Long and massive, they surrounded a round platform, also made of stone. It reminded him of the seeing stone on Tython, except this one looked more like some kind of altar.

The whole structure seemed impossibly old and hadn’t made a sound as it rose from the floor. Well, Din guessed that was where it was coming from at least. But who knew. This was definitely not something he’d ever expected to see, and he had to fight his first impulse when faced with such bizarreness: flee. But the others clearly had no such misgivings.

“Come have a look at this!” Ahsoka urged him with a wave.

She was standing by the flat stone, Grogu equally transfixed by whatever was on it.

“What does this remind you of?” she immediately asked him, not giving him enough time to analyze the carvings carefully.

“Some kind of chart,” he replied, and she nodded. “A sky map,” he added, after more consideration, his curiosity taking over his initial apprehension.

“That was my first thought, too,” Ahsoka agreed.

“This looks like the Tion Cluster, and this might be the Hydian Way,” he pointed. “How old is this?”

“Centuries old,” the Togruta replied. “More.”

“I don’t know what those routes are supposed to be, though,” he conceded, tracing long lines that seemed to jump from one side of the galaxy to another.

“I think they are hyperspace routes.”

“No ship is capable of that, they are bypassing whole star systems, look.”

“I didn’t say ships used them,” Ahsoka pointed out.

“What, then?” he wondered.

“Not what, who.”

“You lost me,” he sighed, as Grogu used his small hands to trace paths across the galaxy represented on the stone.

“Do you know what this is?” she asked, pointing at a carving he hadn’t noticed until then, located at the very top. One depicting some kind of large animal with hind tentacles and fins.

“Is that a purrgil?” he frowned, surprised to see it there. He’d never encountered the impossibly big whale-like creature himself during his travels, but he’d heard of entire crews disappearing because of them – whole swarms would crash into unsuspecting ship as they travelled through hyperspace. Pilots knew to be wary of them in deep space.

“Din, I think we found it,” Ahsoka declared, excitement taking over all her features. “Our way to find Ezra.”

They discussed what each point on the chart could represent some more – it was difficult work, the carvings being so old and utterly different from any map they’d seen before. They’d have to compare it with more modern versions, and Ahsoka was currently in the process of copying it to do just that, as temples were apparently known to disappear without warning.

Din felt utterly drained and decided to go lie down under the old tree while she worked. Grogu stayed with Ahsoka for a time, then joined him. The little boy seemed equally tired, and he promptly fell asleep against his chest. Din figured he could close his eyes for a few minutes as well – the Jedi would yell if she needed his help.

“How did you do it?” he heard her whisper next to him in what felt like seconds later but was probably long minutes, if not hours.

“I don’t know,” he replied groggily. “I think it was all the kid’s doing.”

“I don’t think so,” Ahsoka replied with certainty. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be so exhausted right now.”

He was about to tell her he didn’t feel at all exhausted when he realized it would be a lie. Was that how Grogu felt every time he used the Force? It was terrible. The boy was still deeply asleep and he carefully sat up against the trunk so as not to wake him. His head was still spinning and he took a couple of calming breaths.

“I didn’t want to believe it either,” she said. “I know my first reaction when you lost your memories was to say that the Force was at play, but I stopped thinking it was a possibility when I came back here and couldn’t find anything specific to support that theory. I tried everything.”

“I just tried to focus on positive things,” he started to explain, but it was a struggle. “I felt like I’d been unconsciously hurting Grogu with everything that had happened to me in the last two years. And that all those bad feelings were wrong for him.”

“There was so much pain and anger in you,” she agreed. “So much guilt.”

“So when the temple refused to open the first time and caused my amnesia…it did it on purpose? It didn’t exactly erase those bad feelings inside me, though.”

“No, but it made you realize how dangerous they were. You still feel them, right? You still know they’re there?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I just don’t focus on them so much, I guess,” he conceded. “Even after you showed me what happened on Nevarro. Or when I learned what happened to Cara. The pain was terrible at first, but it’s almost like I was able to learn to stifle it. To extinguish it, like a fire.” And the image of flames didn’t hurt quite so much now either.

Ahsoka hummed in understanding, satisfied with that explanation, and they remained quiet, Grogu’s tiny snores the only sound punctuating the silence. Din wanted to ask her more questions about what she’d seen on the chart. And about Ezra, Sabine’s friend, and where he could be. But this could wait five more minutes.

“I’m sorry about the person I was for the last two years,” he said.

“Don’t say that, we had some great moments,” she replied with a small smile. “It really wasn’t all bad.”

“And you’re still not planning on telling me about any of those great moments, I take it.”

“Nope,” she chuckled, and Din sighed theatrically, pretending to be much more hurt than he actually was – because her reaction was fair enough.

“And it wasn’t all on you, you know,” she added. “As much as I’ve tried to distance myself from some of the things I learned from the Jedi, they did raise me. Attachment hurts, they were right about that. I couldn’t deal with it and I pushed you away when you needed me the most.”

“It does hurt,” Din agreed, refusing to linger on her confession of guilt, as he wouldn’t accept it. “But it’s also the most wonderful feeling in the world,” he added, hugging Grogu a little tighter against his chest.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #sabine wren #ahsoka tano #clan of two #baby yoda #amnesia #memory loss #star wars #vortex #my fics

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Brian and I met through our moms in 2016. We started dating in 2018 and got married in 2022. On our first trip to Bolivia together (2019), we adopted our dog son Inca and brought him back to the U.S. with us. He's a huge part of our life like legit, we're obsessed.

I (Cejay) go to Bolivia every year to visit my grandma. I love being there, it is my home away from home. When I competed in pageants years ago, I won the title of Miss Bolivia Chicago. I remember endless nights revisiting the history of our land and polishing my Spanish so that I could represent our country with pride (my parents quizzed me every night). After I turned my crown in, I decided to buy a one-way ticket and live in Bolivia. It was the best time of my life. When I came back, I competed in Miss Illinois Latina and won that title.

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Top Spring Break Destinations in 2022

If you want to take the family on a spring break vacation this year, you may be thinking about where to go. The good news is that many destinations will provide you with enough sun, sand, and surf without breaking the bank.

Florida is a popular spring break vacation, but its southwest area has numerous less-crowded options. The beaches and coastal parks are ideal for a relaxed holiday.

The Florida Keys is a fantastic location for a tropical paradise with beautiful white beaches and crystal blue water. They're known for their beautiful beaches, gorgeous natural reserves, and luxurious resorts.

The Keys are a chain of picturesque islands off Florida's southern point that may be reached by automobile through the Seven Mile Bridge and the 113-mile Overseas Highway. Travelers like these magnificent destinations' sweeping coastal vistas and laid-back atmosphere, making them ideal for an unforgettable holiday all year.

Whether you visit the Keys with family or pals, there is much to do. Snorkel in the beautiful Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary, learn about the islands' history at the Theater of the Sea, or visit Dry Tortugas, a protected National Park home to diverse marine organisms and habitats.

New Orleans is a city that has everything, from history to cuisine, music, and culture. It's one of the world's top tourist attractions, and there's no doubt that this deep-south city is jam-packed with events and festivals that make it an ideal location for spring break 2022!

The weather in New Orleans is temperate and warm most of the year, although it may be humid and wet in the summer. Few outdoor festivals and activities during these months make it an excellent opportunity to save money on hotel rooms and airfares.

It's also a terrific time to watch wildlife in the Louisiana marshes since it's the time of year when native birds, gators, and turtles may be seen in their natural environment. You may also go on swamp excursions to see the cypress trees where these species live.

Those who want to be in the center of New Orleans should stay around the French Quarter. On the other hand, Uptown is a terrific alternative for a calmer environment with a more local vibe. You'll be near two colleges, and Oak Street is teeming with eateries and pubs providing affordable food.

If you're searching for a more off-the-beaten-path spring break 2022 location, Cabo San Lucas, Baja California Sur, is the place to be. It's a tiny, lovely state renowned for its pristine natural beauty and off-road experiences.

The fact that there is always something fresh to see and do while visiting Mexico is one of the finest parts. There are many lovely cities and towns to visit better to grasp this gorgeous country's culture and history.

La Paz, the state capital of Baja California Sur, has a lengthy history of habitation dating back to ancient times. It also has a remarkable history of colonialism and revolt and a rich nautical and pearl diving heritage.

Loreto Mission is a must-see for history buffs visiting the area. It's a stunning old structure containing religious writings, archeological remnants, and weaponry. It's a quick and affordable journey and an excellent site to learn about the region's early residents.

Mexico is an excellent choice for a spring break trip that includes sun, sand, and lots of beach time. Furthermore, it is a short flight from major cities in the United States and Canada.

You may relax on Merida's stunning beaches and visit distinctive food markets and ancient sites like the UNESCO-listed Chichen Itza. You can also experience the rich local culture in Merida's ancient town.

The Yucatan state capital is also one of the safest cities in the world, making it a fantastic spring break destination. With its vibrant culture and one-of-a-kind landmarks, Merida is ideal for spring break tourists looking to escape off the beaten road and discover authentic Mexico.

Visitors to Mexico for spring break in 2022 should take the necessary measures. This involves maintaining attention at all times and remaining in well-lit locations.

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dispatchdcu · 1 year

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Superman: Lost #1 Review

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Plot and Script: Priest Plot and Art: Carlo Pagulayan Inks: Jason Paz Colors: Jeromy Cox Letters: Willie Schubert Publisher: DC Comics Price: $4.99 Release Date: March 14th, 2023 Superman: Lost #1 kicks off a new 10 issue mini-series where Superman is thrown into deep space after a Justice League rescue mission goes awry, and he literally becomes lost in space. This issue is mostly set-up…

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Developed in Zürich through collaborations with ETH Zürich and ZHdK, our first full prototype – rrreef 1.0 – was implemented in September 2021 on the coast of San Andrés Island, Colombia, where over 90% of all jobs depend on coral reefs, and reef destruction has taken its toll.

rrreef 1.0 was built together with 11 workshop participants in collaboration with our local partner NGO Corales de Paz and the valuable support of Conservation International Colombia, the Colombian Ministry of Environment, the Colombian Navy, and the local environmental authority CORALINA.

The 228-brick reef is our most important project to date. After material and structure field tests, it is our first proper reef. Financed by a crowd of supporters, this project is not only a scientific experiment, but also here to connect people. Amongst each other and with coral reefs.

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walrus-death-noises · 3 years

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lads.... i didn't even realise until now that date with kaz is literally the Very Last mission to unlock..... are you telling me I have to do every one of those damn tank battles and taking photos of that commander and other such tomfoolery.....just to get in a silly little box with the manwhore who invented the war economy?? if you think I have time to do all that.................................. well you'd be right actually. hang on mr miller sir im coming just wait im almost there let's commence those fucking missions,

#Ok infinite respect to mr kojima #I was wondering when id unlock it since like i already did date with paz...turns out it genuinely is the ultimate endgame #Happy fucking pride month #mgs #mgs peace walker #I am going to unlock mission 68. I won't rest until i do.

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zompdanmoved · 4 years

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you have to believe me, snake

#mgs #art #paz #paz ortega andrade #i hate the date w paz mission so much but her interrogation lines are so sad considering

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grumpygreenonion · 2 years

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patriots twist sucks so bad its unreal

#like it takes up so much time in mgs4 and 5 and its soo boring #and it just takes time away from the characters the story is actually abt for most of it #the ones who the plot is currently effecting #and reframing bb doing evil shit and being a warlord as being him fighting the patriots is just dumb #and is honestly less interesting than him doing all that bc #of the stuff they show in pw where he accepts that he's just going to do that shit even tho thats not what the boss would've wanted #and the idea that he feels betrayed by her #that she made him a soldier and that's all he is #(to the point where he doesn't or cant engage outside of that framework ei the date missions)#and that her asking him to change is like her real betrayal #and also less interesting than whatever is going on w how liquid and sniper wolf and naomi and the mg2 kids talk abt him and their #relationship w him as someone who either mentored or saved them but also #was clearly exploiting them #which u can see in pw as well!!#w chico and paz #and kaz honestly that guy does some fucked up stuff and i wish the games were actually abt that #auuauauaughhgghkajghaksjghaksd

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omg I just read so much of your writing and I’m 🥺🥰🥲🥵 the absolute royalty shit that we see here today. i’ve recently discovered I am very into ~thigh riding~ so do u have any thots on how our boys (especially our clone babes) feel about it? much obliged

IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY KEJHKJRH SO HERE YOU GO OMG

boba: yEs--boba absolutely adORES when you crawl into his lap and straddle his thigh. he’ll either pat his lap and invite you up or it’s one of those times when he’s intentionally ignoring you and you have force your way onto his lap so he has to pay attention. imo the first time you ride his thigh you weren't intending to, you wanted to fuck him but with boba, if you want something from him he’s gonna do it his way or twist it into something to tease you. so he’ll say something like “if you’re so desperate, ride my thigh” or maybe “ride my thigh and then we’ll see if you deserve my cock.” he’ll sit back and enjoy the show with a smug grin, one hand gripping your hip. he’s not controlling your pace, it’s mostly just there as an anchor bc you’re gonna be doing all the work. you’re lucky if you get to ride his bare thigh, but most of the time he’s got pants on so they always end up soaked after you cum and boba always teases you for it, “ruined another pair of pants, little one” but really he isn't even one to talk, he’ll be rock hard and leaking through his pants too. he’ll also nine times out of ten put his fingers or thumb into your mouth to suck on while he flexes and pushes the hard muscle of his thigh up to your cunt. he likes that satisfaction of knowing that even his thigh can make you shudder and whine his name--a bit of a power trip esp if he’s sitting on the throne. he’ll fuck you nice and hard afterwards if you’re a good little princess for him

din: din wants you to ride the beskar thigh plating. he doesn't realize it’s a thing he finds arousing until you sit over his thigh and he sees the heat from your thighs fog up the metal while your arousal smears over the shiny beskar. literally it’s like something just CRACKS in him and he goes feral for it. a dark thrill that comes from seeing your cunt drip over his precious armor, something so sacrilegious that shouldn't be arousing but it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. sure, it’s a bit cold at first but the more you get into it the quicker it heats up--it’s slippery too, not a lot of friction unless you drag your clit over the seams of the armor, but with din’s hands holding onto your hips and dragging you over his thigh, it’s not long before you cum. din is gonna be encouraging you the whole time, just a constant flow of praise and little moans of his own. he might bury a hand in your hair or slip off his glove and touch your clit when your hips roll up into his hand. he’d loose his mind if you lended a hand and palmed him through his pants. he doesn't even care if he ruins his trousers, he’s just so...fixated on the hypnotic motions of your hips rolling over his thigh, your wetness dripping off the plating and onto the floor. he might focus on your mouth, parted with gasping moans or how they roll the syllable of his name. he likes to watch you come undone like this, shuddering and whiney as you cum and eventually roll off his thigh. he probably busts a nut right then and there if you start to roll your tongue over the beskar, happily cleaning up the mess you made. but....sometimes...lick it off himself just to get a taste of you

paz: big boy blue ALSO likes when you ride his beskar, but he likes it better when the armor is off and he gets to feel your wetness for himself. he has big ol’ beefy thighs and likes when you straddle one and start to ride him like that. imo he likes it when youre pressed up right near his cock so when you roll forward your own thigh brushes against his cock. it’s also just easier for him to grab your hips, set a pace and watch you squirm and whine. ngl he’s more interested in fucking you, so he’ll get cheeky and start jerking his thigh or holding you in place while he circles his thumb over your clit. p much will sabotage your wild ride and convince you to slide onto his cock instead. though,....if you were to tie him up, tease him bye riding his thigh, he might like that :)

rex: oH rexY BOY--listen, rex has heard ALL about thigh riding, or rather what the clones like to call it, “paint job”. he doesn't understand the big deal, thinks that it’d be a complete hassle to clean and what not. in my oPiNiOn he’ll be sitting with you in an empty break room or on a couch, you both have feelings for each other but nothing's been said yet. somehow the topic of paint jobs come up and he tells you what he thinks and how it “couldn't possibly feel good, blah blah blah”. you just roll your eyes and you ask if he’s even tried it. he definitely blushes and mumbles out a no and with a leap of faith you ask him if he wants you to ride his thigh. baby boy rex gets very shy and embarrassed about it but he’s not gonna say no. so you’ll flash him a little grin and peel off your pants and your over shirt, make rex relax against the back of the couch/chair and sit over his plastoid covered thigh. even though when you start to grind on his thigh you still have your underwear on, rex with pick a corner of the room to just stare at. it’s not because he doesn't like you, he’s just incredibly shy and afraid he’ll cum in his pants if he looks at you. you gotta cup his jaw and force him to look at you. when that happens his eye will immediately drop to between your legs and just moan at the sight. he gets it now. seeing your arousal that’s already leaking through the thin fabric and staining the blue and white plastoid--he has to grip the fucking sidearm to anchor himself. his armor is one of the only things that he owns and is proud of, so seeing you riding his thigh, moaning and whimpering his name he goes wild for that shit. unfortunately he does end up cumming in his pants but eh fuck it. it was worth it

cody: he likes when you ride his thigh in semi public places like the 79′s, debrief room, gunships, you name it. imma explain the 79′s scenario bc im a whore but anyway, cody likes to bring you on dates there, one because the drinks are free for him, two it’s dark and so unless someone is really looking at the two of you, it’s pretty secluded. he always chooses a back corner table and after a couple drinks you start to get handsy--nuzzling his neck and wiggling your fingers between the gaps separating his thigh and codpiece. it alWAYS starts like that. cody will chuckle, push his nose into your neck and nibble a line up to your ear, then bite down onto the cartilage. in that dark, rumbly voice he might sigh “such a depraved little creature. we’re in public”. but you can feel his smile and how is pulse quickens under your fingertips. cody will sigh and shake his head as he pulls you onto his lap, bUT--he’s gonna have you with your back to his chest plate, your dress/skirt/pants rolled up or down just barely in the view of anyone who glances over or looks a little closer. it’d be no secret what you both were up to but cody likes that. dude doesn't have any shame and so he’ll wrap an arm over your hip, push you panties to the side and slide his fingers through your folds. once they're coated in your arousal he might pop them into his mouth or yours, clean them off then flex his thigh onto your pussy. when he asks you to grind on his thigh you readily agree. while you ride his thigh he’ll nibble at your throat and suck bruises onto your skin, either watching your wet pussy slide over the plastoid armor or on the look out in case one of his brothers comes near. one time, just as you started to cum, a couple fresh shiny’s got an entire eyeful of you arching and burying your nose into cody’s neck as he rolled his fingers over your clit. safe to say they were a bit spooked--but of course, cody thought it was the funniest thing and couldn't stop laughing even if you were close to tears with embarrassment. now....he doesn't invite anyone to watch, but he wouldn't say no to a few prying eyes

wolffe: I feel like with wolffe, it’s gonna be right after a mission--one of you might've almost died or gotten real hurt so he’s not thinking about fucking you properly--he just want his mouth on yours, hands buried in your hair as he pins you against the wall. I dont think he initially meant for you to ride his thigh, but when he wedges it between your legs and you moan into his mouth the second he increases the pressure, he freezes. he’ll do it again and when it receives the same reaction from you he smirks and tugs on your hair and might say smthn like “you like that? if you wanted to ride my thigh you could've asked sooner”. he’s either focused on your face or on your pussy, just soaking up all your little reactions or twitches when you roll your cunt over the plastoid. he'll have both hands on your hips, helping you grin up on him, while you either cup his face or grip his arm. either way youre in for a wild fucking ride--wolffe tbh wants to see his armor dripping by the time he’s done with you. sO do nOT be surprised if he just, doesn't let you stop, pushes you to keep going until he’s satisfied. imo I think he’ll make you lick it up after, or just in general would really Like It if you run your tongue over any part of his armor. he likes to be Appreciated :)

wrecker (im sorry I just nEEDed to include him kejkejh): honestly since baby boy wrecker is uh, so big, thigh riding is some of the first things you try with him. you’ll both be butt ass naked bc it’s just easier to explore like this, and while wrecker is eager he knows he has to think about his strength in order not to overwhelm or hurt you unintentionally. he’s a bit of a goof ball so when you straddle his thigh and bring his thicC fingers to your cunt he’ll smile and say some shit like “wow, you’re wet” or like “is it always this wet/soft?” he doesn't mean for it to be teasing, it's more like he’s just stating a fact bc he’s curious about you. you just nod and say it’s all for you, baby/only for you. the second you put your cunt over his thigh he’ll curse and clamp his hands around your hips or ribcage, and just to make the experience all that better for him, you’ll jerk him off while you ride him. wrecker is very vocal/loud and so you’ll know exactly what you’re doing that he likes--he’ll probably tell you how pretty you look, or how good you smell etc., that bOY IS SO FULL OF LOVE and just wants to tell you! it doesn't take long for him to spill into your hand, he shakes and no doubt wakes up half the barrack/ship but who the fuck cares. you just smile and continue to ride his thigh, chasing your own thigh. once he recovers a bit, you can grab his fingers and show him how you like to be touched. he’s a surprisingly quick learner with this and so it doesn't take long for you to cum. afterwards he’ll run his fingers over his thigh, collect the mess you left and taste you and maybe say “you should ride my face. can we do that?”

#yeeHAW this was #whEW #jkkjehr #boba fett x reader #din djarin #paz vizsla x reader #commander wolffe x reader #wrecker tcw #wrecker x reader #boba fett #paz vizsla #captain rex x reader #captain rex #commander wolffe #commander cody #the bad batch #my writing

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Chapter 9: Not Without My Cyar’ika

Link to Chpt. 8, Link to Masterlist

Pairing: The Mandalorian x female reader

Rating: M/E, 18+ only

Warnings: Canonical violence, death, SMUT, explicit description of unprotected sex (be safe in the real world please), mentions of the possibility of sexual assault (but NO sexual assault takes place in this fic)

Word count: ~10K

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this took such a long time to write, but I was at the end of my academic year and it was a tough one. You’ll see in this chapter there is a mention of cloaking technology, which I completely stole from Star Trek. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

“And so he has her now… I- I feel like I failed her, but I’m going to get her back,” Din has been conveying the unfortunate events of the last few hours to the Armorer over a holocall.

“You should return home to the tribe,” she replies, her voice even and calm, “You need the assistance of your aliit.” The soft blue glow of her image in the holo is somehow comforting to him. He knows she is correct; he needs the support.

“You’re right, I do,” Din acquiesces. He says goodbye to the Armorer with a promise to see her in a few hours. Even if it puts the Covert in danger again, he can’t rescue you alone, not against the forces that Kerrick has at his disposal. A soft coo sounds from the co-pilot’s seat and he looks over at his foundling. The little guy is looking at him with an almost hopeful smile, and Din reaches over to let the child sit in his lap cuddling him close. He tells himself that it’s for the child’s benefit, but deep down he knows he needs the comfort too.

As he makes his way back to the Covert, Din is greeted at the mouth of the cave by Paz and another warrior. Both nod to him gravely, clearly having been briefed by the Armorer of the situation.

“We will stand with you, vod,” Paz states, and the other Mandalorian punctuates this with more nodding, “We should have insisted on mounting an attack on this Commander Hoven from the start.” Paz says Kerrick’s name as though the taste of it is foul in his mouth.

“I appreciate your willingness, and I’m ready to accept your help,” Din admits. His reluctance to take advantage of his tribe’s assistance and his feelings of guilt over Nevarro have evaporated in the face of his need to save you.

“The Armorer said your woman willingly sacrificed her freedom to save you and the child; that shows real bravery,” the other Mandalorian speaks about you with respect. He has black armor and Din recalls that he is called Throm. He continues on to say, “My riduur, Mirmim, became close to her while she was here and it would be my honor to help you with the rescue. Also, Mirmim has offered to care for your foundling while we carry out the mission.”

“Thank you,” Din says appreciatively, “That means a lot.”

Din follows Paz and Throm into the main area of the cavern where almost all of the other tribe members are gathered. Everyone grows quiet as they enter.

“Din Djarin, we are sorry to see you again under these circumstances. We have discussed the need to rescue your woman, and we have decided to send our best warriors with you,” the Armorer greets him in her calming yet authoritative voice, “I will also be accompanying you.”

“Thank you all, I am honored and humbled by your support,” Din replies sincerely.

“The warriors will meet now to formulate our best plan of attack,” the Armorer states.

A woman in pink armor comes up to Din first, before he can join the others. He recognizes her as your friend and as she greets Throm too, it’s clear that she is his riduur. “I can take care of your foundling while you attend the meeting,” she says with her arms outstretched for the little guy.

“You must be Mirmim; Throm said you were willing to care for him while we’re away… while we get her back,” Din says, his voice catching a little. His emotions are so close to the surface right now as he tries not to think about what could be happening to you. He hands Mirmim the child and gives the little one a small pat on the head as he settles into her arms.

“You must have faith. You will rescue her and your tribe, our tribe, will help you succeed. This is the way,” Mirmim reassures him.

“This is the way,” Din tries to sound confident but still he knows that Kerrick has a powerful and well-protected ship and many troopers. They’re going to need a very solid plan.

This is the first point he raises in the warriors’ discussion, “Hoven has a light cruiser with turret-mounted twin light turbolasers, port and starboard quad laser cannons, missile launchers and likely concussion missiles. Not to mention he has at least a squadron of 30 storm troopers aboard, possibly more, not to mention other officers who are likely under his command.”

“We have 16 warriors, and we all know that storm troopers can’t aim for shit, so I’m sure we can take ‘em,” a man in orange armor says confidently. He’s a younger man from the other tribe and Din knows he means well, but he needs more than cocky bravado right now.

“Din Djarin, has an excellent point though that we do not know the total number of fighters,” the Armorer says, quieting the boastfulness of the warrior, “We would be better to find additional warriors.”

“I have an idea about that,” Din says, “I want to ask the Mistresses from Angel One. I’ve seen their warriors in action and I believe they would be willing to help, although their old leader was in league with Hoven, the others were not. Plus I know we made quite the impression there… she made quite the impression there.”

“You should contact them at once,” the Armorer nods her approval.

“I also have another person I need to contact; someone who I think can get us into Hoven’s ship undetected.”

“You don’t think we can take them on in a true battle?” Someone asks.

“No, I don’t. We don’t have enough ships to take on that kind of firepower in a ship-to-ship fight,” Din explains, “I believe our best option is a sneak attack. If we can be aboard another ship that docks with Hoven’s cruiser, we can do maximum damage from inside the ship.”

“Yes, but how do we convince Hoven to let this other ship dock with him?” Paz raises an important question.

“We need to offer him something he wants, something that could make him more powerful,” Din answers, “Hence, why I need to reach out to my other contact.”

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Looking out into space from the comfort of your bed on Kerrick’s cruiser, you sigh and wipe at your teary eyes. It’s only been a day since you were forced to part from Din and the child, but you feel like you’ve spent an eternity crying wretchedly into your blankets. Fortunately so far you’ve managed to put Kerrick off from wanting to be with you and mostly you’ve been left to your own miserable devices. You think back to yesterday and give yourself a small pat on the back for accomplishing this small victory.

As Kerrick dragged you onto his ship, you felt yourself becoming increasingly worried for Din and the child, as you knew they wouldn’t have been able to get away without a fight. You repeated to yourself that Din was more than capable of getting out of a jam, but it didn’t stop you from worrying. You were feeling positively nauseated at the negative ideas running through your head. Not to mention, every time Kerrick leered at you over his shoulder, you felt your stomach flip in an unpleasant manner. It worked out to your favor, however, because once you were at the entrance to Kerrick’s personal quarters, you managed to vomit spectacularly all over his floor and boots. He was instantly repulsed and it put a stop to any romantic notions he had cooked up for your reunion. With a look of disgust, he had a storm trooper haul you away to your own quarters for the night. Since then you’ve been left almost completely alone, except when another trooper came by to bring you some soup. You’re grateful to have had the time to think, as well as cry, because at least now you’ve come up with a plan to keep Kerrick at arm’s length at least for a little while.

A crisp knock sounds at your door, but apparently it was only perfunctory as the door swishes open to reveal Kerrick, who clearly doesn’t think he needs to be invited in to your space.

“So, my doll, I hope you’re feeling better today,” Kerrick looks you over as you sit up on the bed. He takes in your disheveled appearance and tear-stained face. You’ve done absolutely nothing to make yourself look pulled together in any way and you can see by his expression that you must look rather awful. He grimaces at you before saying condescendingly, “I see that you must still be sick, or else living with that Mandalorian has caused you to forget all about personal grooming?”

“I’m still not feeling well,” you sigh and clutch your stomach dramatically, “I’ve started my period and the cramps hurt so bad. It’s making me feel so bloated and nauseous.” This is a lie, but you remember that Kerrick is one of those asshole men who thinks everything about menstrual cycles is disgusting. He never wanted to touch you at that time of the month back when you were dating and you’re praying the same is true now.

“Ick, did you have to tell me that?” He recoils from you in horror and you almost laugh out loud at his reaction. “You know I don’t need to hear details about any of that. Ever.” He backs up towards your door looking as though he can’t wait to be gone from your presence.

“I’ll have someone send in some new clothes for you at least,” he says with a frown, “I guess I’ll see you in a few days.”

“It might be as long as a week,” you say trying to sound as pathetic as possible, but any extra time you can gain will be helpful so you can figure out an escape plan. Or maybe it will give Din time to rescue me? Your thoughts are hopeful that Din will come after you but at the same time you try not to get too excited about the possibility because how in the galaxy is he supposed to find you? And how will he fight his way on to this heavily protected ship? No, it’s best that he doesn’t put himself in danger like that; you will just need to keep working on a plan to get yourself out of this mess.

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Din waits as the holocall works to connect to Eira on Angel One. He’s hoping the friendship you were able to build with her will be strong enough to garner her assistance in his mission to rescue you. When Eira’s blueish image appears, he’s bolstered by the smile and warm greeting she gives him.

“Mistress Eira, I wish I were contacting you under better circumstances,” Din explains, “Your warning was helpful, but ultimately we were unlucky. Hoven has her, he caught us in a trap.” He has to pause here to collect his thoughts because his anger and shame at begin tricked by Kerrick is still so raw. Before he can continue though, Eira is speaking.

“We will help you rescue the princess,” Eira pledges solemnly. “That man would never have known how to find her if it weren’t for the treachery of Mistress Sigrid. You must allow us to send warriors to assist you so that we can repay our debt to her and to you.”

“I’m so grateful to hear you say that, Mistress,” Din responds, “It’s why I was contacting you, I was hopeful you’d be willing to help me… to help us.”

“I know you were only here for a few days, but the princess left a lasting impression on many of us,” Eira tells him, “Both of you have helped us see that perhaps our society could be more open to outsiders.”

“Mistress Eira, I do need to tell you one thing, she… she isn’t really a princess, we only said that to make us seem more important so we would be welcome on Angel One,” Din feels sheepish admitting the lie and hopes she won’t rescind her offer. He continues to explain, “It’s just… we were trying to protect our foundling; he’s very special and we needed a safe place to stay for a few days.”

“You lied to protect the child?” Eira clarifies.

“Yes, and I’m sorry we had to deceive you like that,” Din apologizes.

“It was for a noble cause, I understand your reasons,” Eira sounds satisfied, “Now let’s discuss how we’re going to help you get your princess back.”

“She isn’t a princess,” Din repeats.

“She always will be to me,” Eira says with a smile.

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You’re quietly making your way through the corridors of Kerrick’s cruiser trying to find your way to Engineering. Your plan has been working wonderfully and Kerrick has stayed far away from you. The first few times you ventured out of your room, no one said anything to you and they seemed to pretty much think it was normal to see you walking around. As you seemed to be granted free access to the ship, it occurred to you that perhaps you could find small ways to weaken the ship as a way to assist you in a possible escape. The first thing you did was check to see if your old access codes would still work at one of the workstations. Fortunately, they did. Same old lazy Empire, they never thought to delete anyone from their system because it would be too much work to keep those types of records. You knew you couldn’t make your sabotage too obvious or you’d be caught right away, but if you could do small things that could be brushed off as typical problems you would be able to create a whole host of annoyances.

You started with changing the lighting cycles in the barracks. The lights were designed to automatically turn off and on at certain hours for sleeping, but you managed to get in and change it up so that lights would randomly turn off and on at all hours of the day and night ensuring that none of the storm troopers could get more than a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep. Of course you locked your new lighting program with an extremely secure password so you knew it would be hard to fix.

Next you made your way to the officers’ mess hall, and while no one was around, you dismantled the caf machine and dumped several of the parts into the trash compactor. You remembered how strong the caffeine additions always were amongst the officers and now they’d need to go to the troopers’ mess if they wanted caf. In many cases this would mean they’d have to be far from their posts and stations would be left unmanned, opening up more opportunities for your little acts of defiance.

The destruction of the caf machine was why you were headed to Engineering right now. You had overheard the head Engineer and his assistant talking about working on the caf machine today because they were sick of having to go to the troopers’ mess. So you figured there was a chance you could do a little bit of damage in Engineering while they were away from their posts. You’ve just poked your head into the Engineering bay to have a look around when a lieutenant commander spots you. Damn!

“Hello, what are you doing down here? I thought you’d be in your room resting,” He speaks to you pleasantly and you realize you know him; he’s a former student of yours from the Sy Bisti class.

“Lieutenant Commander Roth, I didn’t know you were here. It’s so nice to see you again,” you force a polite smile onto your face.

He chuckles warmly, “Please, call me Sergio, and I’m sure it isn’t all that great to see me, but I’m enjoying seeing your pretty face again.”

“No, it really is good to see you, Sergio,” you tell him, sounding a bit more truthful this time. Honestly, he was one student you didn’t mind so much. You remembered him as a cheerful and handsome scoundrel, who was always kind to you. He never seemed too overly indoctrinated like the rest of the officers and although he had morally ambiguous air about him, he didn’t seem as truly evil as the rest of the officers you had known. Although he’s a little older now, he still has that attractive rascal look about him.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sergio smirks at you, “What are you doing down here?”

“I’m lost,” you say trying to think of where you could say you intended to go.

“No, you’re not,” Sergio smiles as he sees right through your lie, “I think you’re right where you want to be.”

“Why would you think that?” You give him your best wide-eyed innocent look and blink up at him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughs, “I know you’re much too smart to be anywhere but where you planned to be. That idiot Kerrick doesn’t give you enough credit.” There’s no malice in his laughter and he seems genuinely amused by your lie.

“Maybe I was looking for you?” You venture.

“Ha, that’s rich, you didn’t know I was here,” Sergio is very amused, “It’s ok, I think what you’re doing is brilliant and maybe I’d like to help you.”

“What do you mean?” You don’t know what to think, so playing dumb seems like the best option.

“There’s only one person I know who could have locked that lighting pattern with such a great password that no one else can figure it out.” Sergio looks at you pointedly, “After all, isn’t a password just a mini code?”

“Oh” You look down at your shoes, not sure what to say to that.

“Don’t look so disappointed! I’m not going to say anything,” he tells you sincerely, “I’d rather help you.”

“Are you serious, Sergio?” Could it be that you have a friend here somehow?

“Look, I know I’ve made shitty decisions with my life. I should have left the Empire years ago, it was a mistake to get involved in the first place,” Sergio sighs, “But I just sort of fell into this and the next thing I knew I had a little bit of power and I liked it. It’s a terrible excuse and I should have turned myself in to the New Republic years ago. But I’ve never been good at handling the consequences. I’m way too pretty for jail.” He says this last part with a small wink and a self-depreciating chuckle.

“You really won’t say anything to Kerrick?” You ask him.

“No, that weirdo doesn’t deserve you,” he says, “And I don’t know, maybe if I help you, I can redeem a part of myself in some small way.”

“Do you think you could help me escape? Could you fly one of the Tie Fighters?” You know it’s a lot to ask but you have to try.

“I’m sorry, but I think we’d just get caught right away, it’s too risky,” he responds, but there’s a sincerity to his voice so you feel that he’s being honest with you.

“Ok, so maybe we could mess up something here? I was thinking maybe the tractor beam?” If Din does manage to mount a rescue you’ll still be able to get away if the tractor beam is out of service.

“Sounds like fun.” He gives you a cocky little smirk and leads you over to the right workstation.

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Din leads a group of his fellow Mandalorians into an office building on Canto Bight with a shining plaque that reads “DeWitt Systems”. A receptionist stands up immediately when she sees the intimidating group enter the foyer and with a shaky smile she greets them.

“Welcome, Mr. Mando and um, guests,” she tries to be as polite as possible but doesn’t seem to know how to address anyone. Paz snickers a little at Mr. Mando but Din quickly shushes him. He thinks to himself that it’s a good thing half the group decided to stay behind on the Crest. She attempts to smile at everyone, as she gestures down a hallway, “Mr. DeWitt is waiting for you in the conference room; let me show you the way.”

“Mando, I’d say it’s good to see you again, but that isn’t the case under these circumstances,” Eugene is there looking sharp in a new suit. He moves forward to shake Din’s hand.

“Eugene,” Din returns the handshake and gives him a nod in greeting, “Thank you again for agreeing to be part of this rescue.”

“I’m happy to help in any way that I can, Mando,” Eugene says earnestly, “After my evening with your charming companion and you my business has skyrocketed, so I’ll do anything I can do to help her.”

Din nods again. When he spoke to Eugene earlier, he was worried that the man might not want to get involved in this type of risky undertaking, but blessedly you had made quite a lasting impression on him and he agreed to lend a hand almost at once.

“Have you finalized the idea to entice Hoven and get us aboard his ship?” Din asks.

“I think I’ve got something brilliant, not to brag, but I think it will definitely get us a meeting with Hoven,” Eugene is confident and he brings up a holoscreen. “I’ve come up with a mock-up of a cloaking device for a starship. The idea is that it can make a ship become virtually undetectable to scanners of all types.” Eugene shows a brief demonstration on the holoscreen of this technology. It shows a complicated series of mathematical symbols and equations and a diagram of a ship that vanishes when Eugene clicks a few buttons.

“That’s incredible, does it really work?” Paz wants to know.

“Not really, I can make it look like it works for about 5 minutes, but that’s all,” Eugene says, “However, it sounds really realistic and my tech mock-up is convincing enough that I think Hoven’ll be interested. If we get an invitation to meet his ship, I’ll be able to make us look ‘cloaked’ for just long enough for him to think the tech is real, but it’ll just be a ruse.”

“We’re getting that invite; Hoven won’t be able to resist tech like this,” Din states, “This is really great work, Eugene.”

“I have even more great news for you,” Eugene smiles looking rather proud of himself, “Do you remember the casino owner, Mr. Belvers? He’s going to lend us a ship. He was so impressed with the two of you from the party, you especially, Mando, and I happened to see him right after our call. When I told him about the trouble you were in, he was eager to be able to help out too.”

“Eugene, you’re more resourceful than I realized, thank you again,” Din is humbled and very grateful for the assistance. He remembers how jealous he felt over Eugene back when you all first met and he thinks about how much it bugged him that Eugene was so enthralled by you. Now that jealousy seems rather ridiculous and petty, and Din’s thankful that Eugene isn’t holding any of that against him.

After some additional discussion, they decide to leave the Razor Crest on Canto Bight and take Belvers’ ship which turns out to be a luxury cruiser. It’s smaller than Kerrick’s but large enough that it can easily transport the Mandalorians and the Angel One warriors. It’s flashy enough to be impressive but it’s not going to be seen as a threat in any fashion by Kerrick. Plus, without the Razor Crest, there’s no way for Kerrick to have any inkling that Din is coming for you.

“Alright, we’re ready for you to make the call to Hoven,” Din instructs Eugene.

“Let’s try and sell a cloaking device,” Eugene says enthusiastically.

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You’ve managed to keep Kerrick away from you for three days, but when a new dress showed up at your door with your breakfast this morning, you figured your reprieve from him was about to end. Reluctantly you pull on the dress, and try to prepare yourself for a difficult day. Sure enough, shortly after you’ve given yourself a little pep talk to psych yourself up for having to deal with Kerrick, you hear your door swish open. Not even bothering to knock anymore.

“Baby doll? Did you get the new dress?” Kerrick’s head pops into the fresher where you are fixing your hair.

“I did, thank you, Kerrick,” you give him a bland smile.

“Excellent! I know you’re still, ahem, untouchable, for a few days,” Kerrick says with a slight look of disgust, “But you can keep me company on the bridge for at least a few hours, surely?” He gives you a creepy smile that turns your stomach, but you know you need to do this to keep him calm.

“Of course, Kerrick, that sounds nice. I’d like to see you while you work.” You do your best to bat your lashes at him and then say, “I always thought you were a natural leader.” To make it through this, you figure your best option is to just compliment him as much as possible.

“Oh, yes, I think you’ll see I was born to be in charge,” Kerrick replies smugly and holds out his arm pointedly for you. You gently loop your own arm through his and let him lead you out into the corridor. When he reaches over to pat your hand you try not to flinch away, but he notices your discomfort.

“Don’t worry, my doll, you don’t need to be nervous, everyone will like you,” he lets out a small laugh as he says, “And if they don’t, well, they’re all expendable.”

You let out a nervous laugh at that comment, and hope to Maker that he is making a joke, but something tells you that he might actually mean it and you pray that you can stay as inconspicuous as possible. Even though these people have given their allegiance to a terrible organization, you don’t want anyone to get hurt, or worse, because of you.

Kerrick leads you to the bridge and then proceeds to give you an extended tour of the area, being sure to tell you how crucial and important he is at every opportunity. He’s such a braggart, you don’t know how his crew put up with it, frankly, and you’re surprised no one has attempted a mutiny yet. Then Kerrick begins telling you of some of his greatest accomplishments with the Empire. Each story is horrific and you feel sickened again by what he has become. He’s finishing up a tale of how he used his superior language skills to successfully trick a village chieftain on the planet Morak into giving up a major portion of his tribe’s land to the Empire so they could mine rhydonium and you can’t hold your tongue any longer.

“Kerrick, weren’t you ever worried that your actions could have serious consequences? I mean, look at what you just told me. Rhydonium is incredibly unstable and I’m sure that mining it must have put all of those people at serious risk.” You want to say so much more, but you try to reign yourself in so that you don’t anger him.

“Why do you care about a bunch of smelly villagers on Morak? They’re so beneath us, baby doll.” Kerrick sneers and then laughs, “You have such a soft heart, but that’s ok, you can use it to worry about me. I’m the only one you should care about. Why don’t you give me a little kiss? Show me how much you care.”

He grips your chin and you know you can’t avoid it, so you lean in and kiss him, but thankfully you’re spared from too much because the sound of a holocall is dinging loudly. Kerrick lets out an exasperated sigh, before answering with a slightly disgruntled greeting.

“Good morning, Commander Hoven, I am Eugene DeWitt of DeWitt Systems. Please excuse my directness in calling you without an introduction, but I believe I have an excellent opportunity for you. One of my other clients, a Commander Pershing, recommended I speak with you.” You hold in a gasp when you see the blue glow of Eugene’s face displayed and you know that this can’t be a coincidence. You carefully move closer to Kerrick so that the holo will be able to pick up your image too.

“Oh? What is this opportunity, Mr. DeWitt?” Kerrick seems rather bored but the mention of Commander Pershing is enough to have him a little curious.

“Oh, I’m certain you will be interested in ship cloaking technology,” Eugene says with a small flourish, “You see I run a technology firm that specializes in cutting-edge innovations. With my program, your ship can become undetectable to scanners of all kinds, especially those used by the New Republic.” Eugene gives a small nod and then seems to make eye contact with you for just a moment. Your heart fills with hope that Din must be involved in this call. Your attention snaps back to Kerrick though as he answers Eugene.

“Well, now I am intrigued, Mr. DeWitt,” Kerrick’s eyes grow wide at the prospect of this new technology and you can almost see the evil gears grinding in his head thinking of how useful a tool it would be. “But how do I know if it really works? Are you willing to offer a display of some type?”

“Yes, absolutely, Commander Hoven, I am prepared to come to you as soon as possible to demonstrate the immense capability of this unique technology.” Eugene gives Kerrick his best salesman smile as he launches into a description of the tech and displays several fancy charts and equations. Before you know it, Kerrick is sharing his ship’s coordinates with Kerrick and setting a time for a meeting tomorrow. You keep a placid look on your face but inside you are bursting with excitement. This has to be Din, he must be coming for you. If Din has gone back to enlist Eugene’s help, he must have formulated a rescue plan. Now it’s up to you to figure out what you can do here to make the rescue successful.

Kerrick finishes making plans to meet with Eugene and then he turns to you and grabs your hand pulling you in closer to him as he says, “You see my doll, I’m an important man now, one that other men respect. While all those fools think the Empire is dead, I’m here in the heart of it all making us stronger than ever. Just think, we’ll be able to traverse this galaxy virtually invisible to the New Republic scum!” Kerrick’s eyes light up as he gives you this speech and you can see that no shred of the man you once knew remains. The young man who shared your love of languages and the world of academia, the man who was once funny and charming, the man to whom you once gave your heart freely is completely gone as surely as if he died or rather was killed by this new Commander Hoven. You can’t help but let this sad realization show on your face.

“Oh, don’t be sad, I won’t forget about you, my beautiful doll. You’ll be right there with me, supporting me,” Kerrick says with an indulgent grin, “A strong, powerful man needs to have a pretty woman behind him, or rather, underneath him.” He laughs at his own bawdy joke and you manage a weak giggle that seems to placate him. It’s about all you can manage as his misogyny is making you want to punch him, but that won’t help your situation.

“I’m afraid all this excitement of being with you has me feeling a bit lightheaded,” you tell Kerrick, “I think perhaps I should return to my room to rest for a bit.” You’re not sure if he’ll buy this, but he sees you as weak anyway and you clutch your brow dramatically for effect.

“So soon? But we’re having such a nice time, and I prefer to have you here with me,” Kerrick says pouting.

“Commander, we need your approval over here,” another officer is requesting Kerrick’s presence.

“You have so much important work to do,” you simper at him, “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” Kerrick says considering you, “I’ll see you in a few hours and we can have lunch together.” You nod to him and move to pull your hand out of his grasp, but instead he yanks you back to him hard and forces you into a kiss. You remind yourself not to struggle and just hope it will be over soon. “There you go, have a nice nap, baby doll.”

You hurry out of the bridge area as soon as he releases you and when you’re certain you’re alone you wipe your mouth in disgust. Oh, Din, please be with Eugene when he comes tomorrow. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll be able to hold off Kerrick and his amorous advances. In hopes that tomorrow really will bring a rescue, you wonder if you can rearrange the storm trooper work shifts somehow. Since you heard all the details of the meeting, you know precisely when Eugene’s ship is scheduled to arrive and wouldn’t it be convenient if somehow there were a lot fewer troopers on duty then?

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Din looks out at hyperspace from the pilot’s seat of the luxury cruiser. After a quick stop on Angel One, the rescue party is now complete and the atmosphere aboard the ship is rather jovial despite the danger of the upcoming mission. The Mandalorians and Angel One warriors have bonded quickly as they speak about the chance at a good fight with each group eager to show off their skills. Eugene is also in high spirits having perfected the way to temporarily mask their ship from Kerrick’s scanners when they arrive at the designated coordinates. It will only last for a few minutes, but it will give off the impression that the cloaking technology really works. If all goes well, Din plans to see if Eugene can rig up something similar in the Crest since it could come in handy at times. Who knows, maybe Eugene really will invent starship cloaking someday.

Din tries not to look at the time and count the minutes until he reaches you. Once the first phase of the plan was complete, he’s been impatient to get to this next step. When Eugene told him that he saw you in the holocall, and that you looked safe, he was filled with relief but also worry knowing that it meant that Kerrick was keeping you close to him. Din knows that you are smart and will do whatever you can to keep yourself safe, but at the same time he knows what Kerrick wants from you. He can’t let himself think about that right now though or the anger will consume him.

As if sensing that Din needs someone to speak to, the Armorer joins Din in the cockpit. “You have amassed a good team; I believe we will be formidable against the enemy,” she tells him sagely.

“Thank you for agreeing to be part of it,” Din replies; he’s still honored that she has chosen to accompany him on this rescue.

“You are right to be worried for her, she is surrounded by dangerous men,” the Armorer says, “But, remember, she was amongst such dangerous men before and she survived.”

“I know she did, but this time she may have to… he might force her…” Din can’t bring himself to say it aloud, and just the thoughts that swirl in his head are enough to fill his stomach with a deep, burning ire.

“You must not let your thoughts dwell on what might happen,” the Armorer advises him, “Your woman is intelligent and resourceful, and we do not know what she will or will not need to do.”

“I know you are right, but in my head I keep replaying the moment I saw him force her into a kiss and then I think the worst,” Din’s voice is dark and angry now.

“I understand, but you must channel your anger into your strength, focus it as a weapon to use against this man,” the Armorer instructs him, “Do not let it overwhelm you and cause you to be foolhardy in your attack.”

Din nods in agreement, “You are correct, as always.”

The Armorer pats his pauldron in response. It’s a small gesture but one that is full of meaning. He thinks again about how grateful he is to have her support and the support of everyone on board. He also knows that she is right, he must maintain his focus.

An alarm dings from the ship’s console alerting Din and the Armorer that they are closing in on Kerrick’s ship. Eugene hurries in to activate his tech virtually hiding them for the few minutes before they reach the meeting spot.

“Tell everyone this is it,” Din tells the Armorer, “We’re getting her back.”

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“You’re certain the shift changes worked?” you whisper your question to Sergio as you’re standing on the docking platform. Kerrick has arranged a welcome party to greet his guest and you’ve been able to have a few minutes to speak to Sergio while there. There are still several storm troopers here and you’re concerned that Din won’t be able to handle so many.

“Yes, I went by the barracks just before arriving here and there are way more troopers off duty than there should be,” he tells you in a low voice.

“Good.” Yesterday while you were supposed to be napping, Sergio helped you mess up the storm troopers’ shifts so that only a skeleton crew would be at work now.

“I also decided that neither the main guns nor any of the missiles needed to be online today,” Sergio shrugs like this is no big deal while you look at him with surprise.

“Thank you,” you say, grateful for his help.

“Just remember this if I ever need you to testify at my trial,” he chuckles.

“What are you laughing about, Roth?” Kerrick has taken notice of you both and he looks annoyed.

“Lieutenant Commander Roth was reminding me about my language lessons and some of the funny pronunciation exercises I made the class do,” you lie smoothly.

“Yes, she had us doing these silly sound drills that made us all sound like a bunch of hissing serpents,” Sergio laughs again.

“Well, if you’re done with your trip down memory lane, perhaps you could tell me if you see Mr. DeWitt’s ship on our scanners?” Kerrick gives the command with a frown.

“There is nothing reading on our scanners,” Sergio responds promptly.

“Well, either his tech really does work, or he’s late,” Kerrick states.

“Commander Hoven, sir, there is a holocall for you,” an ensign brings over a holopad with Eugene’s image.

“Mr. DeWitt,” Kerrick says in greeting.

“Do your sensors detect us, Commander Hoven?” Eugene asks with a smile.

“No, are you sure you are in range?” Kerrick asks.

“How about now?” Eugene smirks.

“Sir, there is a ship just off our port side, it appeared out of nowhere,” Sergio sounds surprised and bit impressed.

“Well done, Mr. DeWitt,” Kerrick seems pleased, “Let’s proceed with docking and then you can come aboard to show me more about this incredible new tech you’ve created.”

You’re watching the docking mechanism intently, looking for any sign that this is more than just a strange coincidence. Suddenly a plasma bolt fires down the docking tunnel taking out a storm trooper. For a moment there is merely stunned silence around you until more bolts come hurtling in the direction of the troopers.

“What the fuck!” Kerrick exclaims as a total melee ensues.

You dive for cover while silently cheering inside. You take a peek and see the gleam of beskar helmets. Din is here and he’s brought plenty of help with him! Another quick glance shows you Mandalorian and Angel One warriors working together, fighting against the Imps. Although your first instinct is to run straight for Din, you don’t want to get caught in the crossfire, so you force yourself to stay where you are. Your hiding place isn’t very secure though and abruptly Kerrick is there grabbing at you and forcing you to your feet.

“Get up, you bitch,” he snaps at you, “This is all your fault.”

“Let go of me!” you yell back, but he’s too strong for you and he yanks you after him. You scream as loud as you can and try to kick and break free of his hold.

Din hears you scream and it immediately draws his attention across the fighting in time to see Kerrick drag you out of the area and down a corridor. He quickly moves to pursue you, kicking a trooper in the stomach and shooting another in the neck as he follows after you. Both Eira and the Armorer hear your scream too and quickly trail after Din, shooting a path to do so.

Neither you nor Kerrick are anywhere to be seen in the corridor, but this is no problem for Din as he brings up a tracking program on his vambrace.

“What’s that?” Eira asks

“I put tracking devices in her shoes,” Din responds, leading the three of them forward as he follows the signal.

“A smart idea,” the Armorer replies as Eira looks mildly shocked.

They continue down the corridor, weapons at the ready. As they encounter a few troopers, the trio easily dispatches them. They pass a sign indicating the location of escape pods and Din breaks out into a sprint; there’s no way he’s letting Kerrick get you off this ship.

Kerrick is pulling on your arm so hard you’re afraid he’s going to dislocate your shoulder. He’s got you at the escape pods now in a desperate attempt to get away with you. As soon as he starts to force you into one, you start fighting harder. You remember the fighting techniques from Din’s training and you manage to land a sharp kick to Kerrick’s shin.

“What the kriffing hell is the matter with you?” He yells at you in pain. You try to kick him again, but he slaps you hard across the face. The shock and the sting of the blow makes you stumble. But then you’re struggling against him again, hitting him in the side with your free fist and then whacking him hard in the face.

“Oof! Fuck! Stop it!” He slaps you again, harder this time and you feel your face throbbing.

“That is enough! Don’t you ever do something stupid like that again or you’ll regret it,” Kerrick threatens you and then brandishes a blaster in your face. The fact that he might actually shoot you makes you stop struggling.

“Please, Kerrick, please, you don’t have to do that,” you say your voice trembling.

“I won’t have to hurt you unless you keep acting so fucking stupid,” he snaps back. He still has the blaster pointed at your face and you’re afraid to even move now.

“I’ll do what you want, you can lower the blaster,” you try to make your voice soft and sweet in an attempt to calm him. His eyes are wild and he looks unhinged.

“That’s right you’re going to do what I want,” Kerrick says menacingly, “Because you’re mine, he doesn’t get to have you, and you’re going to keep doing what I want for the rest--”

But Kerrick never gets to finish that threat. Instead you watch as a bolt hits him square in the temple and he collapses dead at your feet. You jump back in horror and shock as it happens, but then you turn and see Din with his blaster still aimed from where he shot Kerrick. You feel nothing but utter relief and before you can think, you are running at him and launching yourself into his arms.

Din catches you and embraces you tightly, never wanting to let you go again. He feels like his heart is going to burst from the joy of holding you again.

“You came for me, I knew you would, I knew when Eugene called it had to be you, I just knew it,” You’re babbling you’re so happy that he’s here, that he’s really here holding you. “Oh, but I’m so sorry for the awful things I had to say, I didn’t mean any of them, you have to know that, I didn’t mean it at all, I love you, only you, Din.”

“I love you too and I’m so sorry, cyar’ika, so sorry that I couldn’t protect you better, I can’t believe I fell for his trap, I won’t ever let that happen again,” Din is babbling too in his elation at rescuing you. He pulls back a little to look at you and raises a hand to cup your injured face. “I’m so sorry he hurt you, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to stop it.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Din,” you tell him, “You protected me now, and you rescued me.”

“Well, technically we’re still in the middle of rescuing you, so maybe you two lovebirds can save the happy reunion until we’re out of here,” Eira pipes up.

“Oh, right,” you reply sheepishly.

“Come, we should return to the ship before more Imperials arrive,” the Armorer motions to you both.

Your group hurries back in the direction of the docking platform and you meet up with more of Din’s group. It’s a mix of Mandalorians that you met from the Covert and warrior women from Angel One. You’re so humbled that they came to fight for you.

“I can’t believe we haven’t seen more troopers than this,” Paz speaks up.

“I made sure a lot of them would be off duty now,” you say with a grin.

“You did?” Din sounds impressed.

“Yeah, I tried to do a little sabotage here and there where I could,” you tell him, “By the way, the tractor beam, main guns, and missiles are disengaged right now too.”

“You’re so smart.” You can hear the admiration in his voice as he praises you.

“I was lucky to have some help,” you demure wondering what has happened to Sergio.

When you are back at the docking platform you can see the resounding defeat of Kerrick’s troops. You glance around looking for Sergio; despite his allegiance to the Empire, you hope he isn’t hurt or worse. You don’t see him and so you hope he got away. You don’t have time to dwell on his fate however and you quickly head for the docking tunnel with Din and the others. When you reach the other ship, you see Eugene’s relieved face and you cheerfully hug him in greeting.

“Eugene! Thank you, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence when you called,” you tell him excitedly.

“I had to help, as soon as Mando told me you were in trouble,” he replies.

You feel the ship jolt and know that someone has put you into hyperspace and you breathe a huge sigh of relief and joy. Then suddenly you are surrounded by well-wishers as everyone tries to hug you or shake your hand in celebration of a successful rescue. Eira even picks you up as she hugs you tight. Someone brings you some bacta cream for your face and you wonder if you need it more to help relieve the bruises left by Kerrick or to soothe your aching muscles from all the smiling. Finally, when it seems as if you have been congratulated by everyone, Din is there taking your hand and leading you away from the celebrating crowd. He takes you into some sleeping quarters on the ship. It’s a beautiful room, but you don’t spend time looking around because all you want to see is him.

“Cyar’ika, I’m so sorry,” Din apologizes again, still feeling guilty over not being able to protect you from Kerrick.

“Oh Din, no, you don’t have to apologize,” you tell him, “I’m the one who needs to apologize to you. I said those hateful things--”

Din interrupts, “No, cyar’ika, I know you didn’t mean them, you- you just did what you had to do.”

“Yes, I only said those awful things to save you and the child. Oh my goodness, the child! Is he alright? Where is he?” You realize that you didn’t see him with everyone.

“He’s safe, he’s at the Covert being looked after by your friend with the pink armor,” Din reassures you.

“Thank the Maker! I was so worried for you both when I was forced to leave with Kerrick,” you say.

Din looks away for a moment when you say that, when he looks back at you, he says your name softly, almost like he’s trying to ask you a question but can’t find the words.

“Din?” You say his name prompting him to speak to you, to tell you his thoughts.

“Did he force you to… did he force himself on you?” Din asks and you can hear the horror in his voice at this possibility.

“No, no Din, he didn’t,” you assure him, “I was forced to kiss him a few times, but that was it. I lied and told him I was having my period and that was enough to keep him away from me. He always was disgusted by menstrual cycles.”

Din lets out a huge sigh of relief and pulls you close to him, as he tells you, “I’m so thankful to hear that, the thoughts I’ve had about what he wanted from you, about what he might have made you do… it was making me sick and I just, I--”

“I understand, my darling, but you don’t have to worry any more, I’m fine and we never have to worry about him again. You made sure of that for me.” Your voice cracks as you speak and you reach up to pull his helmet down to you to meet your forehead in a Keldabe kiss. Tears stream down your cheeks as you hold him to you. Din pulls off his gloves so he can reach up with his bare hands to cradle your face. You listen to his breathing and you can’t be fully certain, but you think he may be crying a little too.

“I love you so much, cyar’ika, I never want to let you go,” Din’s voice is thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Din, and I want to be with you, I want to go wherever you go,” you tell him.

“That’s all I want too, my love,” Din responds, “And I want to show you how much I want that.” He brings his hands up to cup yours, holding them to his helmet, and then he lifts his head away from yours. Gently he starts to lift your hands up, tugging his helmet with them. You gasp and try to let go of his helmet, but his hands are keeping yours in place.

“Din, wait, what are you doing?” you ask breathlessly. His hands stop moving at your question.

“Please, cyar’ika, please, I want you to see me, all of me,” he implores you.

“But your creed?” You’re so worried he might regret this that it’s overshadowing your desire to see his face.

“I believe it will still be intact, I trust you,” Din says steadily and although you don’t entirely understand what he means by that, his calm and certain tone make you trust him. You nod to him and he begins lifting his hands once again, and this time you help him.

Slowly you see his face being revealed to you starting with a dark stubbly beard, then full lips and a mustache followed by a stately nose and high cheekbones, next, warm brown eyes slightly wet with tears and framed by thick eyebrows, and then finally, a forehead somewhat obscured by wayward dark brown curls. Din is the most handsome and beautiful man you have ever seen. You’re afraid to blink or breathe because it feels as if a spell may be broken and he’ll disappear if you dare to move. It isn’t until you hear him saying your name, repeating it in fact, that you remember how to speak again.

“You have the most wonderful face, my love,” you tell him, your voice filled with awe.

Din smiles at you, a little upturn of the corners of his mouth before he tells you, “That’s impossible; I’m looking at the most wonderful face right now.”

And then he can’t wait any longer, he leans forward to kiss you. Din kisses you like you’ve been apart for decades, putting everything that he is, everything that he feels for you into his kisses. His arms wrap around you and hold you against his chest so firmly that he swears he can feel your heart beating against him. He feels a wetness on his cheeks and he thinks for a moment that you must be crying and then he realizes the tears he feels are his own. He breaks the kiss only because he knows he needs to tell you again that he loves you. As you repeat his words back to him, you reach up to kiss away the tears on his cheeks and Din thinks he’s never felt anything so tender and so pure in his entire life.

“Cyar’ika, before we get carried away, there’s something else I want to say to you,” Din says, stilling your actions.

“You can tell me anything, Din,” you reply, smiling softly at him.

“What you said earlier about wanting to go wherever I go, that is exactly what I want, for you to be by my side for the rest of my life, to share that life with me… cyar’ika, will you be my wife?” Din’s voice is emotional as he asks you to marry him and the look of love on his face is the most beautiful vision you’ve ever seen.

“Yes, Din, yes, I will,” you reply and you pull him close so you can kiss him again. He holds you as if you are the most precious creature in the entire galaxy, and when he breaks your kiss, it’s only so he can tell you how much he loves you.

“Also, that means you can have this,” he tells you as he places a soft pouch in your hands. It’s like the pouch that held your heart pendant and when you open it you see a new beskar pendant, in the shape of a mudhorn, the symbol of Din’s clan.

You unhook your necklace so that you can add this new pendant to it. Din helps you as both of your hands are shaking with emotion and excitement. When the mudhorn is resting right next to the heart pendant it looks so exactly right, a perfect combination. Din rehooks the clasp of the chain around your neck and you can see his eyes shining as he takes in the sight of the symbols of his love, his clan, and his creed on you. Before you know it, he’s kissing you again, and you can feel the power of his love in each kiss. You return his heated kisses passionately, wanting to show him how much you love him and how eager you are to be his wife.

“I love you, Din, with all my heart, and I can’t wait to become your wife,” you tell him as he moves from your lips to kiss your neck, “And for you to be my husband.”

Din nips at your neck when you say the word husband. He tells you, “Mmmm, yes, say that again.”

“I’m going to be your wife, and you’ll be my husband, my riduur,” you repeat in a husky voice.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” Din says before he sucks a mark onto your neck and then returns to your lips to kiss you hard, making you throb between your legs. When he pulls away finally, you feel almost lightheaded from the force of his kisses.

Din continues to trail kisses down your neck and chest as he tugs at the fastenings of the dress you’re wearing, eventually pulling it open so he can shove it down your shoulders. He barely gets the top of the dress down around your waist before he’s yanking your bra out of the way so he can kiss and caress your breasts. His hands grope down your body as he buries his head into your chest and when he shoves his hand under your skirt and works his fingers into your panties, he’s relieved to feel how hot and wet you already are for him. He tries to slow his movements, but he feels frantic for you, overwhelmed with need. His fingers circle your clit quickly causing you to moan out his name.

“Din, I can’t take too much teasing, please, I need you too much… I need you now,” you plead with him sounding desperate. You mewl as he pumps two fingers deep into you, pitching your desire into overdrive. It’s been too long since you’ve been together and your yearning for him is staggering. You manage to kick off your shoes and start yanking at your dress in an attempt to get it off your body.

“I need you too, cyare, so badly,” Din sounds equally as desperate.

He quickly helps you finish removing your clothing before opening his trousers and pulling out his weeping cock. You can see how much he wants you as his cock is rock hard and his tip is flushed dark. He’s still wearing the rest of his clothing and armor, but neither of you can bear to wait for him to take the time to remove it. He sits on the bed and pulls you to sit on his lap, straddling him. You start to sink down on his steely length but Din is too eager to wait and he meets your downward motion with a swift and powerful thrust upward, pushing into you all at once.

“DIN! Yes!” You cry out at the exquisite sensation of instantly being filled by him. You grapple at the hard, unforgiving beskar of his cuirass as you rise and fall against him. One of Din’s large hands is at your back, supporting you and holding you to him as he fucks up into you, while the other toys with your clit roughly. You are both moving fast, too caught up in each other to take your time.

“Din, you feel… so good… I missed you… soooo much,” you tell him, panting with the effort.

“My cyar’ika… I missed you too… missed being inside you… like this,” Din gasps out between thrusts.

For the first time, you look into his eyes as you feel him moving inside you, and you feel more connected to him than ever before. You watch every small expression that he makes, simply delighted as you see his desire and love for you play over his face. Wanting to see more, to have the chance to keep looking at his face causes you to draw out your movements, slowing your pace slightly.

Din also loves being able to see your entire face uncovered with his own eyes. The look of absolute love in your eyes is incredible to him and he feels a sense of belonging that he has never felt before. It is not the same feeling of possessiveness that he’s had in the past, instead it is the feeling that he belongs with you, that you belong together.

“Please, cyar’ika, please say you’ll stay with me, always,” Din begs you, despite knowing that you will, he needs the reassurance now.

“I will, I promise, I will, Din, always,” you vow to him, but then you need your own guarantee, “Promise me you’ll never leave me, Din.”

“Oh mesh’la, my love, ner kar’ta,” terms of endearment spill from Din’s lips as he tries to tell you how he’s feeling, “I’ll always stay with you, I’ll never leave you, never.”

“Din, my love, my Din, I love you,” you manage to respond and you feel your inner muscles squeeze him tight as the sensations of love and pleasure swirl around you. Between the feel of him shredding up against pure bliss inside you at a relentless pace and the sheer ecstasy of his fingers on your clit, your climax is rushing towards you.

“Look at me, cyar’ika,” Din commands as your eyes had been fluttering shut. You snap them back open and look deep into his eyes. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

You cry out as you hear Din tell you he loves you in Mando’a and you careen over the edge, falling into his body as you are overcome with pleasure. He wraps his arms around you tightly as he manages to thrust up into you a few more times before exploding within you and shouting your name.

“I love you, Din, I promise I’ll love you forever,” you tell him as you pepper his face with kisses.

“I love you too, forever,” Din repeats back to you before he kisses you soundly. His arms encircle you as he holds you close. His heart swells with joy and Din knows he has found true happiness with you.

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Thank you for reading!! Again, I appreciate your patience with me in getting this chapter out. I have decided there will be just one more chapter for this series, Chapter 10: The Mando Who Loved Me.

Mando’a definitions:

aliit = family

vod = brother

riduur = spouse

mesh’la = beautiful

ner kar’ta = my heart

ni kar’tayl gar darasuum = I love you

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