#bo katan gets a hug

[kalevalakryze]

Closing In

Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of anxiety, ptsd, claustrophobia

Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer, Ragnar Vizsla(mentioned)

Relationships: Bo-Katan Kryze/The Armorer

Notes: this definitely wasn’t meant to turn out like this, but my brain started to spin the idea and I just let it roll. It also, definitely wasn’t supposed to be so long. But I also missed writing for these two, and I’m trying to get back into the groove.

I started writing this wide awake, and by the time I got to the end I was falling asleep , so I apologize for any spelling errors

Ever since she was a child, Bo-Katan Kryze had trained her mind and body to handle nearly every situation with a cool head, could face some of the most gruesome scenes on a battlefield and walk away just fine, because she was strong, because she put years into developing a resistance to the world she found herself in. When in immediate danger, she could force her brain to analyze quickly before acting, the ‘fight or flight’ many had talked about around her had been unheard of.

But despite all her strength, the circumstances changed, and no amount of training could have prepared her for the way her body would start to react, how her fight mode would click over to freeze, and she hated it.

The panic hadn’t really hit her until she found herself alone on Kalevala, where the droid she’d kept around was the only one to help pull her out, when her fingers would clench around the arm of the throne and her teeth would grind together as she tried to rile up enough anger to phase out the feeling of dying, until she was angry enough at anything and everything to force her body to start moving again.

She’d thought that things would be better, after reclaiming Mandalore, that the walls that moved in time with her racing heart would stop, that her body could finally relax because she was safe, Mandalore was home again, but her brain and body seemed reluctant to acknowledge this.

Bo had been lucky enough that these ‘attacks’ never happened around others, where she could drop to the ground in her own ship or her own quarters, and try to claw the demonic bastard out of her. And where she would often lay frozen for hours until the rustle or mandalorian’s waking in the mornings pulled her out, forced her to prepare for the day, sleep be damned, she was the Mand’alor.

And it had stayed like that for some time, leaving the woman content with the new schedule (as comfortable as she could be, trying to find sleep in nights full of panic and grief), had figured out how to balance each attack and work her schedule to accommodate her alone time in those hours, until… she couldn’t. Until she wasn’t alone anymore.

The Armorer had called her to the Great Forge, a place the woman had not been in some time. And at first, it had been fine, because the younglings wanted to show her their work, and the apprentices under The Armorer’s command were excited to talk about their progress, and it was just so much easier to cloud the rising anxiety, to focus on their helmets or faces instead of the way the rock formations along the walls had started to breathe in sync with her.

Until the apprentices and younglings had departed for their dinner, until The Armorer was leading her further into the winding tunnels, to a room that had been furnished into an armory. The Armorer was talking, and attempting to show her a piece they’d finished, trying to show her the Beskar Plate that had been furnished by a young Ragnar, who’d lain the Kryze insignia into the metal and had painted it a combination of silver, teal, and black.

She didn’t notice the piece of armor that had been crafted for her though, the only thoughts she could entertain were the certainty that she was going to die here, the walls closed tighter around her with every breath, tagged in her throat and leaving her mouth dry. The Armorer was in front of her then, and she could assume from the distant timbre that something was being said, but she couldn’t, just couldn’t breathe!

The Mand’alor dropped to her knees, gloved fingers digging into the iron heart in her armor, pulling at the pieces that seemed too tight, too constricting, she just needed room, but everything was closing in, and she could barely see The Armorer right in front of her, but her skin prickled like fire under the heavy hand that rested against her back.

“Off, off,” she gasped finally, her armor starting to separate from the leather buckles that held it in place as she focused every ounce of waning strength into forcing the piece off her chest, trying to find the room to breathe in the constricting space. “Off-“ she spoke again, voice nearing a pathetic sound that she would never forgive herself for making in front of another living being.

And oh maker, how was she ever going to look at The Armorer after this? Was she going to be immediately usurped for the blatant weakness? Would they just kill her then and be done with her? The thoughts did nothing to quell the bone deep ache, of the hammering of her heart that was certain she was going to die if the armor wasn’t gone.

The other woman was still for just a moment, hands hovering as Bo continued to claw at her own chest, forcing the metal to move from the liner that kept the chest plates combined over the flight suit. Then, deft fingers were releasing the straps, much easier than Bo was trying to get them off, the plates dropping to the ground with a sharp clang, the long plate from her back also clattering at the release, until her upper body was free and she could start to breathe again.

Finally able to gather some air through the filters of her helmet, Bo managed to reach her hand up and yank the helmet off of her own head, letting it drop to the ground just as disrespectfully as the chest plates, because she was going to die, the armor didn’t matter because there was no one to pass it down to.

The redhead’s cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide as the pure and primal fear that had boiled in her veins started to simmer, as the fear of death was replaced by shame and embarrassment. She kept her eyes focused on the floor, on the way her muscles went rigid after she’d dropped, and on the way her chest expanded with every breath, free of the claustrophobia the metal on her chest had brought her.

Still, The Armorer did not leave her side, knelt down beside the Mand’alor like at prayer, though instead of her hands clasped in a steeple, the woman’s discarded helmet was held carefully in gloved hands.

They sat like that for minutes, the only sound the unrestricted noise of Bo’s labored breaths and the occasional shifting of what was left of her armor as she adjusted her weight on the floor. “Are you alright, Lady Bo-Katan?” The woman finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“I’m alright,” she answered too quickly, voice hoarse as she struggled to right herself, finally starting to push herself to get ready to stand when a hand had reached and stopped her ascent.

“Sit a moment, please,” and while she was asking, even at her worst, Bo follows the command, turning to sit beside The Armorer on the floor, the metal leg of the table pressing into her back as the other woman settled into an officially sitting position, Bo’s helmet held in her lap.

“If you’re trying to figure out how to tell me to get out, you can just say it, I can take it,” Bo spoke after several beats of silence. Even when that golden helmet turned again, and she could feel the eyes on her through the visor, she forced her gaze on the nearest wall in front of her, jaw tensing as her hands pulled into fists, preparing herself for it.

Again, a beat of silence, as The Armorer tried to process this. “Bo-Katan, Mandalore is your home, just as it is any other Mandalorians’. No one has any right to ask you to leave, unless it is of your own volition,”

The Mand’alor made like she was going to speak, but clamped her mouth shut when The Armorer spoke again. “We are a United people, stronger together, thanks to you, but even the strongest armor has it’s melting point, a weak spot. That is where the rest of the armor comes into play, to help protect that spot until it can be repaired,”

Her helmet was set down, and this time, she’d picked up Bo’s chest piece, claw marks pulling the paint away from the chrome around her iron heart, testament to her frantic scrambling. “You are not any less a Mandalorian because of this, nor any less the Mand’alor that has brought our people together at last.”

When the armor was set down once more, and a gloved hand moved to rest on Bo’s shoulder tentatively, the Mand’alor leaned into the strength provided, until her heated face was meeting the cool of red painted armor and the softness of the fur on her back.

“Together,” Bo echoed at last, as her legs tucked up close to her chest, as The Armorer’s arm wrapped around her shoulder, and the walls started to push out a bit, no longer as tight an constricting as they’d been feeling for weeks.

When she could finally take in slow and measured breaths again, and the last of the adrenaline burned from her body, Bo had finally stood, reaching to grasp an offered arm, bound in leather, to steady herself. “I apologize, for steering us so far away from our intended objective here,” she finally spoke as The Armorer picked up her discarded armor pieces and laid them against the table.

“The time is not important, as it will still be here when you are ready,” and then The Armorer was turning the piece so Bo could fully look at it. It was just the right breastplate, but it was clear that the craftsman took a great deal of time and effort into shaping the Beskar, inlaying clan Kryze’s crest into the metal, and from each paint stroke that colored the metal. She knew how important the colors of armor were to the children of the watch, how their paints were chosen carefully to express their duties to this life. The teal, a color she was seeing more and more in the Mandalorian’s that survived the purge symbolized healing, something Bo was certain they all needed a certain degree of.

The silver covered a large expanse of the plated piece, and while many could assume it plain, she was aware of the colors purpose, redemption, easy to paint to something new once a person redeemed themselves again.

Black paint lined the edges, close to where her scratched up iron heart would be if the piece had been complete. Justice, for Mandalore, for herself, for everything they’d been put through since the civil wars.

She had paused then, blinking at the piece, trying to figure out why her clan was emblazoned against the metal, and why The Armorer was presenting it early. “Ragnar created this piece, his first work, as a means to express the individuality and our combination as one people again. Your Owls seem too uniformed, and he’d hoped you would protect yourself with this Beskar, so the others would feel at ease changing their own pieces,” she explained, letting her glove trace the rim on the plate as Bo stared.

“Oh, they’re all allowed to change their armor, absolutely,” The warrior rubbed at her face, before finally reaching out with her hand. “And, I accept, if he, and you, are sure,”

Carefully, The Armorer removed the old breastplate from the fabric that kept them conjoined, and with a little work, the black marred beskar was replaced with the new, gleaming piece. “May I?” She asked finally, and Bo nodded her head slowly.

She was still rigid under The Armorer’s fingers, as the armor was pulled on over her flight suit once more, as she tried to expand her chest with each buckle done, preparing herself for the crushing feeling that would not come. When each piece of her armor had been reattached, Bo’s gaze was caught on the different colors against her chest, hand raising to trace against the many different colors.

“Thank you,” The Mand’alor spoke quietly, letting The Armorer linger behind her, and when strong arms started to wrap around her from behind, Bo let herself sink into the wert retreat, allowing herself to lean against The armored for strength as she focused her breathing, ensuring that unless she found herself in this position, her armor would not still be as compressed as it had been against her skin.

#bo katan kryze #the armorer #bo katan x the armorer #bo katan needs a hug #bo katan gets a hug #the armorer is a rock #the mandalorian #nitearmor #star wars #take off your helmet #it was supposed to be a small Drabble #because my brain was literally just #clawing at the beskar heart #struggling to breathe #and this is what happened #this is why we cant have nice things

[bosooka]

so anyway they raised korkie together and also ruled mandalore for decades. what’s death watch?

(close-up under the cut bc i worked very hard on their faces)

#bo katan kryze #satine kryze #botine #kryzecest #bo-katan kryze #my art #sw #i have this thing where i obsessively draw satine getting hugs and kisses #because she deserves good things #in the form of bo-katan kryze #also: i love giving them little scars

[gffa]

There were moments about the Ahsoka finale that I very much liked (Huyang talking to Ezra about Kanan!! He saved a matching piece to Kanan's lightsaber and said, "Ahhh, it all makes sense now." when he realized Ezra was building based on his Master's teachings!! And so gave the piece to Ezra as he's done a thousand times before!!!) but it also reconfirmed that I don't think Felony can structure a story for shit. Was it somewhat emotional to have Huyang tell Ezra about what happened to the Wrens? Sure. But you know what would have been a good, interesting story that delivered on everything Rebels built before? SEEING THE STORY UNFOLD. This isn't a story, it's an infodump. It's the same thing with the show's central relationship--Ahsoka and Sabine--that how they came to be where they are with each other, how they vastly changed their dynamic, how they created this dynamic? Told to us in a split second infodump instead of actually delivering us a story. It's the same with everything that happened after Rebels' finale, we only saw a brief CGI bit of Mandalore being carpet bombed by the Empire, but that storyline is fundamentally important to both Bo-Katan's story and Sabine's story, yet we never even see it as a story. It's a split-second flashback or infodump. And don't even get me started on not seeing Hera and Ezra hug or Ahsoka's speech about how Anakin always stood by her, how her entire arc this season has been about coming to terms with his legacy and accepting the good in him, so when his Force Ghost shows up, she should smile and actually see him there, right? It would bring the thematic conclusion to a nice closure, right??? But, no, instead she doesn't even sense him there, Sabine half-senses him, and then Ahsoka is like, "It's time to move on." like are we supposed to tie that to her relationship with Anakin?? Or is that just Felony not knowing how to structure a written scene?? It's not even that his work is bad so much as it's just aggressively so much less than it could be. It's always infodumps to explain why we're suddenly three miles to the left of where we were before, instead of telling that story instead. We could have had a true Rebels sequel by showing us what happened with Mandalore, but instead we get whatever this was. And it wasn't even really about Ahsoka more than like 10% of the time. ;__;

#star wars #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka tano #dave filoni #meta #sw negativity

[daughterofthequeen]

Incorrect Quote:

(Based after season 3 episode 2 so spoilers in a way)

*Bo-Katan and Din on the ground after she saves him from drowning with Y/n kneeling over Din to make sure he’s ok*

*Grogu staring at Din and Bo-Katan in concern while Y/n runs back over to put her face back into the water*

Bo-Katan: Kid get out of there!

*Y/n with her head finally out of the water staring straight ahead sitting on her knees not moving an inch of her body*

Y/n: Oh. My. Maker.

Din: Y/n are you okay?

Y/n: *Calmly* A beast so large and so long it rivals cities. A species so old they were known as a myth. The original natives of this amazing once beautiful planet, the Mythosaur.

Bo-Katan: *Whispering* Is she okay? Where is she going with this?

Din: *Whispering back* Idk this is the first time this has happened, just roll with it.

Y/n: The species that is only heard of in stories, an amazing creature thought extinct. Right under us in these mystic waters.

Y/n: . . . .

Y/n: IT’S. SO. CUUUUUTE.

Bo-Katan: 😑

Din: *sighs*

Bo-Katan: She does know that a mythosaur is a predator that would eat her given the chance right?

Din: Unclear.

*Y/n running around*

Y/n: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURE I HAVE EVER SEEN.

Din: She loves animals.

Bo-Katan: I see.

Grogu: *Staring and cooing in worry*

Y/n: *Starting to run towards the water* IM GONNA HUG IT

Din: NO!!!

Bo-Katan: NO!!!

Bonus:

*Din carrying Y/n over his shoulder after her almost giving him a heart attack*

Y/n: *😭😭😭* But I want to give it looove.

Din: *😒🙄* It’s a killer.

Y/n: *😫😭* IT’S MISUNDERSTOOD!!!

Din: *sighs* Come on Grogu.

Grogu: *Coos in agreement*

*Bo-Katan talking to Grogu*

Bo-Katan: You have a weird family

Grogu: Tell me about it.

Bo-Katan: *😳*

#din djarin x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the mandalorian x reader #incorrect quotes #the mandalorian season 3 #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #immediately thought about this after watching episode 2 #x platonic!reader #reader is meant to be a daughter figure to Din and vice versa #can be read as a regular x reader to ig just age up the reader in your minds #Din really doesn’t need more pets #din djarin x teen!reader

[wanderingjedi77]

Bo Katan x Fem!Reader (First Kiss)

Summary: Your first kiss with Bo has been a long time coming.

You had been with the Nite Owls for six long months. They had been gracious enough to let you stay with them on their ship, traveling the galaxy well, also attempting to teach you how to be Mandalorian before they returned to Kelevala, the seat of House Kryze.

The unexpected break was welcome, and you spent your first few days exploring the castle and the surrounding area, admiring the endless ocean, and near constant rain. Bo had warned you not to go very far without her, so you had stayed close, not wanting to displease your Princess.

Today, you found yourself doing what you did best. Researching, studying. Trying to find your way in this new culture in Bo's library.

You hummed as you peered through the books Bo had in her library, running you're hand across holo-pads and old hard backed books until you settled on one about Mandalorian culture and lounged in one of the comfy chairs across from a table strewn with papers and holopads, evidence of you're recent studies when Bo walked in.

She watched you for a few moments before moving around the chair; touching your shoulder lightly to get your attention before she leaned against the table, placing her helmet down.

"Hello, Princess." You greeted softly and peered up at her with a smile. Bo tilted her head, and looked amused.

"How is it I always know where to find you?" Bo teased. You sighed and leaned back, folding the book shut and placing it in your lap. You and Bo had gotten to know each other somewhat over dinners and walks, but you were still getting used to her teasing.

"Maybe it's because you like knowing where I am?" You fire back, and Bo laughs.

"I don't spy on you sweet girl." Bo corrects. "But you do seem to be a person of habit."

You're heart fluttered at the nickname, and you tapped her on the leg. "I am not."

"You are." Bo laughs again, "And stubborn too." She meets your gaze, and you look away shyly.

"What do you need of me, Bo?" You ask softly, and meet her gaze again as Bo slips off the table and takes your hands to pull you up. You let her and catch yourself with one hand on her armor as she wraps an arm around your waist to steady you.

"I have a gift for you." Bo removes her arm and pulls something out of her pocket. Is it a holo chip? You give her a confused look, and Bo hurries to explain.

"You said you couldn't find pictures of your family. I went digging." Bo smiles at you, "It's all on here. To remember them by."

You swallow hard and look at her in shock. "I.. you..." You feel your heart sing, and wonder how she had managed that. "I can't believe -"

Bo pressed it into your hand. "I'd do anything for you." She tells you softly.

"Thank you!" You move forward in response and hug Bo tightly, and she laughs. "I can't believe you did this for me." You kiss her cheek as you pull away, and Bo looks at you with a nervous smile.

"Sorry -" You apologise quickly and blush as Bo moves a strand of hair behind your hair.

"Don't apologise." Bo replies quietly. She meets your gaze as her hand cups your cheek, and you shut your eyes; relaxing. "I don't mind if you kiss me." She removes her hand from your cheek with a gentle swipe of her thumb and smiles at you, her eyes sweeping down from your eyes to your lips.

"So why don't you kiss me?" You ask her, and there's a steady silence. Bo looks thoughtful, her lips curled into a frown as she meets your eyes again.

"Because all I'm good at is war." Bo tells you, and she looks back down at her hands. You reached out and take them in you're own, step closer to her.

"You're not good at war, you're good at protecting people. You're good at saying what's on your mind and knowing when I'm hurting. You're good at being there for your people. you're good at loving me when I need it most." You tell her and feel a little out of breath. "I care about you, Bo. I want to be there for you just as much."

Bo looks at you, and gives you a sad smile. "You think far too much of me sweet girl."

You smile, and tilt your head up to look at her. "I always will Princess." You tell her, pleased. Bo wraps an arm around you, suddenly serious.

"I haven't kissed anyone in a long time-"

"Then allow me to refresh your memory." You tease, and Bo smirks; before she leans down to kiss you. It starts of slow, soft. Like she's testing a new fighter. You wrap your arms around her lower back, an pull her closer at the delightful flutter in your stomach.

Bo was kissing you, she was kissing you-

Oh!

Bo deepened the kiss and lifted you, moving you around and up so you were sitting on the table. It was desperate almost, like she was realising how much she had been missing with you. You sighed into her kiss and then tapped her shoulder with your hand.

Bo pulled away, flushed and smiling at you. You had never seen her so happy. "Did I get carried away?" She reaches up and puts a hand on your back, drawing slow circles with her thumb.

"I just needed a moment to breath." You reply, and smile back at her. "That was probably the best kiss I've ever had."

Bo laughs, delighted. "Good." She hesitates. "Do you maybe want to take this somewhere else?" She asks gently.

You smirk. "Like?"

"Somewhere where we won't be disturbed." Bo suggests, and tilts her head at the open space your in. You trail your hands down her sides at look up at her.

"Mhmm I don't know." You tease her. "What's in it for me?"

Bo gives you an appraising look. "Well, come with me and find out, sweet girl."

#star wars #the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #star wars mandalorian #bo katan x reader #star wars x reader #bo katan x female reader #first kiss #kelevala

[babygirlispunk]

Clandestine

Chapter 1: The Marchioness

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Pairing: Din Djarin X Mandalorian!f!Reader

Summary: Din Djarin and Bo-Katan Kryze, who have been on the search for the scattered Mandalorians of the galaxy in hopes of reuniting and taking back Mandalore, find your Clan. An old, dark and familial history with Bo causes problems with their mission but you peak an interest in the saber wielding Mando and his stoic demeanour that could lead to conflicts with your morale and your clan. (diverges from S3:EP5/AU)

Word Count: 4k

Chapter Content: 18+, violence, mentions of blood, use of a moniker, fighting, blink and you miss it PTSD, erotic asphyxiation.

Children giggle and laugh as they run past, nearly bumping you and knocking the basket you're holding with the fresh food you have purchased from the market. One of the children, a little girl, notices the produce on the ground and decides to help. You bend down to grab your things and watch as she struggles to pick up the individual berries but she's proud of herself as she gives the handful back to you with a big cheesy grin.

"Thank you kind girl, your Mum must be proud of the gracious young lady you are you." You say sweetly.

Immediately her smile drops and her hands loosen as a few berries fall back to the ground. You notice a few tears well up in her eyes, "What's wrong little one? Was it what I said?".

"I am an orphan of Alderaan, my mother died there." She slowly pours the remaining berries back into your basket staring at her slightly stained fingers, you notice her solemn face. "I was here with my father when it happened, then he passed from a broken heart".

Your chest tightened as you shared the same heart ache of losing family members and your home. The screams of memory past ringing in your ears, the visions of terror sweeping your eyes but you bring yourself back to the present and cusp the little girls hands with your own, soothing her with your thumb. "I too have lost my parents, but I know she is proud of me just like yours is proud of you." The girl looks you in the eyes, lips pouting holding in her tears. "We are the daughters who live on and keep the memory of our loved ones alive for generations to come. We mustn't give into the hole of their absence because they've never really left us. Okay?"

She leaps forward and wraps her arms around your neck tucking her head into the hood of your robe, stifling in a cry. You hug her back. "Thank you. I will remember that next time I feel lonely." She pulls back and you cup her wet cheeks, giving her your biggest smile. "I better find my friends."

Swiftly, she pivots and runs in the direction the other children had gone. You watch as she disappears into the crowd, when something bright flickers in the corner of your eye, almost blinding. You squint as you try to see the source of the light, moving your hood to get a better view.

A Mandalorian.

No, two Mandalorians.

One armoured in unpainted beskar, the one blinding you, looks to be talking to one of the locals who seems intimidated by his presence. He stands tall and stoic, oozing strength, hands resting on his hips as he leans back on one leg. You are drawn to his obliviousness to the fact he stick out of the crowd, shining like a brand new trophy you have to win.

This is the first time you have seen an unpainted Mando. Every one had their clan colours and/or sigils. You focus your vision on his pauldron and see the skull of a mudhorn. You cannot think of any houses or clans with a mudhorn sigil. But you recognise the armour of their partner straight away.

The Nite Owl.

As the owl eyed helmet swivels towards your direction, you look away, hiding your face with your hood looking down at your basket pretending to rummage through it like an every day local. Peeking behind your hood you watch as they walk in the opposite direction, the shiny Mando not letting you lose sight of the Nite Owl as she strides next to him.

Your instincts twitch as you reach out and grab the hand coming your way before it can make contact with you.

"Lady Calista" a voice addresses you by your moniker. It was Bessel. His figure towers over you like a Sando Aqua Monster. A menacing presence for others, but a comforting shadow for you.

You let go of his arm. "Have you assigned someone to follow them?"

"Yes my lady. I have assigned Dodac, Jak and Corus on them. So far the two are unable to get information on our whereabouts from the locals."

"How long have they been in Keren?"

"Corus spotted her Kom'rk land in Keren 2 hours ago. How long they've been on Naboo is uncertain."

You huff, irritated at the lack of communication. Though you yourself have found comfort on Naboo and it's safety, it was no excuse to let your guard down. Even though the people celebrate the fall of the Empire, you still felt a looming presence in the galaxy. The galaxy's main threat may have been defeated but there was always the womp rats hiding in the shadows, feeding on the left over carcasses of their leaders. You worry that this planet may have soften your people.

"Please inform Corus to be more diligent with her sightings and to give me hourly check ins when she's on patrol from now on."

"Yes my lady. Will we be confronting them?"

"Not for now. We don't know what they are searching for. Us most likely, but we can't be stirring up Keren." The people of this city didn't know of your true identities without your helmets, so there was no way they would be able to give you away but by Mandalorian standards, Bo may be able to get the information she needs to find your hideout. Her partner though... "See what they can find on the silver Mando. We know Bo's capabilities but the silver one... there's something about him."

Bessel nods to his orders and places his hand on your shoulder. You relax your body, only realising now how tense you were as your breathing relaxes and you take a deep breath. Pulling your hood down you allow the cool wind and sun shine on you, bringing you some peace as they dance along your skin. You look back at Bessel and he gives you a reassuring smile, his old scar folding into the wrinkles of his battle-hardened face. "Would you like to continue browsing? I hear the grocer further down has imported fruits from Laeto VI. They have your favourite."

"I know what you're trying to do, Bes. But she has already ruined this beautiful day. The others need to be informed anyways"

"Luckily every day is beautiful on Naboo and you will get to enjoy them again once she leaves."

"If..." Your voice trails as you make your way back to the hideout.

Tensions rise as you inform the rest of the clan of the unwelcomed arrival of Bo and her silver partner. Voices of concern were raised and shouts of violence echo over another against the temple walls. Everyone of Mandalore knew of her history and her part that led to the Great Purge. Her name was poison in your mouths and you did not blame your comrades for wanting to take her on and rip her head from her shoulders. How you seethed at the pain she has caused you and your people. A once great nation, brought to nothing from her selfish ambition.

But you couldn't let hatred lead you astray. You had others to think of. "I understand all of your concerns, truly. I want nothing more than to get rid of her once and for all but she has a partner. We don't have any intel yet on whether it is just them two or if there is more of them somewhere else on some other planet or here on Naboo." The crowd murmur amongst themselves. "Yes we are warriors, but we also want peace. To put the past behind us and live on how we wish we could on Mandalore. Attacking her may bring more here and we don't want to bring the trauma we hold onto these innocent people of Keren."

Your people nod and murmur in agreement, giving you a moments calmness before a loud break come from the temple doors.

Corus comes limping in as another holds her up while she held her sides, helmet tucked underneath her armpit, face bloody. Remnants of her robe tattered, singed and hanging from her body revealing her armour underneath. Running over to her, she is gently let down onto the floor to rest.

"She knows we're here." she spits out, blood dribbling down her chin. Angry grunts come from all sides as your last sentiments mean nothing now and everyone curdles with anger. "Dodac and Jak are doing their best to lead them away from the temple but they are struggling and need back up. It's only them two for now but they have the dark saber."

Instantly the temple falls silent.

That is when you decide this needs to be settled now.

"Bessel, comm Dodac and Jak. Tell them to lead them away from the city to somewhere isolated." You bounce back up from your knees to address your people fire burning in their eyes. "Bo-Katan will not take our sanctury, I'll make sure of that myself.

Bessel follows behind. "My lady, don't you want to bring more with us."

"All I need is you by my side. And I don't want to alert the capital. If they get word of a large group of Mandalorian's on their planet, we may have to relocate."

The crowds cheer as your helmet is passed to you and you make your way out the temple. You look back at Bessel as he glows purple, your clan colours, under the moonlight. Keeping your face stern, you nod and put your helmet on, jet packing up and towards the designated area.

As you near your target area, you click a button on your helmet to give better visuals on your targets in the dark. You spot them fighting one on one, your men clearly struggling to hold off the expert perpetrators. "Bes, you take on the other one. She's mine."

You drop altitude as you aim to land on the distracted Bo as she fights Dodac. "Behind you!" shouts the silver Mandalorian, giving her just enough time to dodge you as you land hard.

"We did our best to wear them down." Huffs Dodac, struggling to keep himself upright. You nod your head in the direction of Bessel and Jak fighting off the silver Mandalorian and he follows his orders, joining them.

"I take it you're the one in charge." You can hear the smirk in her voice as she cocks her helmet to the side examining you. Her body looks tired but barely beaten up from the fight. "But I am not here to-".

Before she can finish, you propel yourself forward with your jet pack, blade in hand aiming for her neck. Swiftly she blocks your attack, manoeuvring your wielding hand away and going for a lower punch. You grunt on impact but got back for another slash of your blade. One after the other she dodges and blocks.

Frustrated you go for a kick straight for her stomach and she stumbles back taking the chance to whip out your small pistol. You shoot her as she blocks and lasers ricochet off her armour. You keeping shooting at her as she cover herself the best she can with her shield. A burning sensation begins to form in your hand when suddenly-

"Frak!" you scream as your pistol explodes and disintegrates in your hand burning through your glove. This couldn't have happened at the worse time.

Bo throws out her whip cord, attaching to your injured hand and pulls hard sending you to the ground. A searing pain shoots from your shoulder as you are yanked towards Bo but adrenaline keeps it at bay letting you swivel your body and get upright to cut the cord with your blade in time as you reach in front of her. Grappling around her chest you launch her and yourself into the sky. When you reach high enough, you stop your jetpack and let gravity bring you back down.

Bo squirms in your grip underneath you, back facing the incoming ground, thrashing at whatever un-armoured spaces she can on your body and you take on the hits without losing your grip around her. Heavy grunts and whines are passed as you two dive towards the ground. At the last second she manages to flip your bodies over mid air making you both land on your sides once you make collision.

As your body crashes into the ground, wind is forced out your body and your vision flashes white at the shock of impact, the smell of blood and sweat engulfing your senses inside your helmet. You choke for air while trying to roll over, fully aware of your opponent also gasping for air. You look over at her through your visor. Bo is on her hands and knees trying to push herself up. In front of her is your blade.

You pray on your ancestors for strength as you sloppily thrust your self onto your feet. Legs shaking, still gasping for more air you so badly want to take your helmet off but you don't won't to expose yourself.

"I am Bo-Katan Kryze! I have come here on a mission for our people!" She begs.

"Our people!?" You hiss. "You killed our people!"

You jet yourself forward, swiping up your blade. You manage to get a few swipes, slashing her as she struggles to block and dodge, her body noticeably slowing and in pain. Unsheathing her blade from her brace she strikes for your lower torso but you block with your thigh followed with a heavy punch to the chest. Over and over again you two are trying to hit each other, your breathes burning in your throat as exhaustion starts taking its toll on both of you. At one point you catch each others attacks, you holding her right arm while it grasps your pauldron, her holding you wielding hand as your blade is centimetres from her throat. You take the chance to head butt her. Both your helmets vibrating from collision, you try to find your balance, standing facing each other, your bodies heaving but ready for each others next move.

"Will you just listen to me!" Bo yells. "I have come with a proposition!"

A loud grunt comes from her partner as he is slowly taken down by your men, distracting her for a split second giving you the opening you need. Full force, you drop and slide along the ground, knocking her shins and sending her to the floor. Without a moments hesitation you jump onto her back and rip off her jetpack as well as snatching her helmet off, head flailing out, you begin punching her face from behind.

You only see red and let out a visceral scream as you continue punching. Bo tries to get out but you have her pinned down and battering her face. The visions and sounds of memories past fill your senses overwhelming you, losing reality, high on revenge and spite. You are so consumed with hatred that don't notice the silver body flying towards you and shoving your body off Bo's.

Fuelled with adrenaline, your quickly back onto your feet to face your opponent, pissed that your men weren't able to hammer him down. You would think 3 against 1 would be easy pickings but there he stands. Panting and guarding Bo's limp body. He stands ready to fight, darksaber in hand.

"Ke'mot!" You yell at your men, sprinting towards you and your new opponent.

Time stands still as you come back to reality. Vision clearing and the sounds of nature come back to you. That ringing in your ear slowly dying down.

You see your men standing with guns pointed at him, fingers on the trigger ready for your orders but they too soon realise what stands in front of them.

"Well this is a turn of events."

The silver Mando stays in position ready to fight but you slowly make you way towards him… fascinated.

"Your people attacked first. We just wanted to talk." His voice is deep and nonchalant getting lost into the sounds of the forest and wind.

You stop face to face and try to examine him despite his helmet. You hold your hands behind your back as a show of good faith and he follows suit, retracting the saber and but still staying guarded.

"Who are you." Your words slip out from your consciousness, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Din Djarin." his voice is low but powerful.

"What clan are you?"

"I was a foundling, raised and trained by the Mandalorians of Concordia."

"Ah. Of course she is still parading around with Death Watch." You gaze down at the body on the ground, slowly coming back to consciousness, groaning in pain and reaching out for her helmet. You swipe the helmet off the ground, holding with both hands as you stare at the Nite Owl. Fist forming, scarping against the metal and slightly stinging your burnt hand. As your adrenaline levels lower, pain starts to seep its way in to you body. You worry you won’t have the needed strength if the silver Mando turns.

"Bo-Katan does not walk your Way." You say through gritted teeth. "Why do you fight for her."

He does not answer. Simply stares at you in silence. Contemplating his next words, he does not want to bring the fight back to pace. He stands just taller than you, making you look up at him. You feel like he may be trying to intimidate you or maybe he's just making you look stupid while you stand in silence waiting for each others next move. Instead he pops his hip out, arm moving up and making your men instinctually straighten their aim at him. The silver Mando places his hand on his hip and you keep your stance, hands resting behind your back. You were not scared of him but his composure exudes confidence and it was off putting. Ignoring your question, it seems curiosity also got the better of him too...

"Who are you." He tips his head towards you.

Wind swirling between the two of you, almost pushing you towards him, closer than you already are but you hold your stance. Giving him another once over, your eyes linger on the saber hilt hanging from his belt. A weapon of old legend, possessed by a nobody. A man not even of Mandalore. How did he get a hold of such a prize? Did he win it in battle against Bo?

No. He fights alongside her. He would of had to pry it from her cold dead body if they fought for that honour. Scenarios run through your head as you try to think of any possibility of why the darksaber is in front of you right now. You contemplate the possibility of wielding it yourself, just as your uncle had. The possibility of rebuilding your nation.

Your drifting thoughts are interrupted with a clearing of the silver Mando’s throat.

“Mandalorian Marchioness, Calista Kryze.”

A weak, muffled laugh comes from beneath you two. She is on both hands trying to lever herself but she is to weak too so she sits herself up instead, using one hand to prop herself up and while the other wipes blood off her now botched and bruising face. The silver Mando steps aside giving her a clear view of you. Even with a helmet on you know she can see your enraged face, smirking right back at you.

“As I live and breathe. Dear cousin, it is nice seeing you again.” She spits blood onto the floor. “Quite the family reunion.”

“We are not family usurper.” You growl.

The smirk does not leave her face. “Maybe not by blood, but we are by name little tooka.”

Little tooka. The condescending nickname she gave you growing up.

"I see you still use your moniker-" As she is about to speak your real name, embolden by anger you take a step forward and thrash her in the head with her own helmet instantly knocking her out, dropping to the floor.

Your arm is yanked, twisting your body to front him and a stiff grip is wrapped around your throat, your helmets just a breath away from clinking together. You release your grip on Bo's helmet to hold onto the arm choking you and a clang echoes through the night sky.

“Let her go!” Shouts Bessel as he aims at the silver Mando. You trust Bessel’s aim and precision but you can handle this.

“It’s alright boys, dirycir gar besbe'trayce.” you barely squeeze out your words past his fingers.

They hesitate but they follow your orders, trusting you have control of the situation.

His grip on your arm tightens, not moving away from you as you listen to the growling from under his helmet.

"Ne shab'rud'ni!" You snarl.

"Do you have no honour?" He growls.

"Do you have no dignity?" You mock.

His hands tighten around your throat and you start to get light headed. Though as if on some high, you let out a breathy giggle. You don't know what was coming over you but you can't help the grin forming on the side of your mouth. Thank the Maker he can’t see it behind your helmet.

"You're the one with no dignity. Laughing like a little girl while your life is on the line" His voice is low and gritty, moving his grip further up your throat, your chin lifting.

A shiver goes down your spine. You gulp and a warmth drops and spreads through you like you've never felt before.

Stars start to flash in your vision, light-headedness escalating, you remember your audience and who is in front of you. Slipping your hand from his hand choking you, you unsheathe your blade from your brace then quickly stab him in the side below his ribs. The perfect spot to immobilise him. As he trips over himself from the shock, holding his injury and grunting in pain, you give him a solid boot in the stomach pushing him over onto his back with a loud thud. He shoots out his whip cord wrapping around your waist and you're pulled down towards him. Your body lands on top of him straddling his waist, pelvis rubbing his utility belt and hands on chest. That heat inside you burns hotter at the close proximity and his whimpers under your sudden body weight.

You hear a click and look down to see a pistol in his hand with the barrel pointing straight at your abdomen. You panic.

Suddenly a flash ricochets off his pistol, knocking it out of his hand. You look over and see Bessel as he and your men come jetting towards you. You push yourself off him instantly, kicking his pistol away.

“Bo did not fight with her weapons, she did not come to kill you.” He struggles to say. “She could have if she really wanted to.”

“As could I but I have chosen to show her the mercy she does not deserve!” You place your boot on the throat of her unconscious body, holding yourself back from completely crushing her windpipe. His neck snapping back and forth between the two on you. Almost pleading through his helmet. “When she wakes up, tell her to stay away from us or I will kill her and whoever gets in my way."

You move your boot away, pick up Bo’s helmet and begin to walk away from the stranger and usurper.

Grunts of pain labouring behind you. “Mandalore-“

Stopped in your tracks. “Unless you wish to be demised like Mandalore, I would not follow Bo-Katan. You’re better off killing her yourself and saving your own clan, Din Djarin.” you spit out.

With that you take off, away and over the trees with Bessel, Dodac and Jak in suit.

Masterlist ✧ Next

A/N: I looked up the Mandalorian timeline and it is very vague, especially everyone’s ages and when events happened. I will try my best to get info right but will be taking creative liberties. I just really wanted to try write a somewhat compelling story with my favourite space cowboy xx

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[betyloca]

din dijarin with a yautja female s/o jealous of bo katan

Din had spent more time with Bo Katan than with you. It didn't bother you that he spent time with other people, but the feeling that they were the same species bothered you.

You were never worried about your appearance, you were always proud of your body but when she arrived you began to compare yourself with her. You didn't have hair but dreadlocks, almost the same as the Nautolan. She had delicate skin. Your skin was more muscular with scales, some of which were rough and full of scars. She had lips and you had jaws that stuck out.

you hated feeling insecure you didn't want to feel that way but you couldn't help it and just thinking that she could kiss and you could never do that hurt you.

You were sitting outside your ship when you saw Din return with Bo Katan. They were laughing as they walked towards you. You could feel your blood boiling.Bo Katan: Hello Y/N.

y/n: hello s'yuit-de

She frowned without understanding what what you said meant, looking at Din.

din: means friend

he said looking at you

Bo Katan: Ohh well I have to go bye bye burc'ya

She said dismissing you, you nodded your head as she left.

Din: That was rude.

y/n: well for me it was funny

you said getting up heading inside followed by din

Din: And Grogu?

y/n: sleeping

din: in my cot or yours?

y/n: if you had been here you would know where he sleeps

Din: What's wrong with you? what is your problem

y/n: she is my problem

You said as you walked to the cabin leaving Din confused.

din left you alone for a moment before going to see you

you were in the cabin looking into space until you noticed his presence

y/n: what do you want?

din: I want to talk

y/n: why don't you go with her?

Din: What do you have against her?

y/n:* growling* all of her

din: what

y/n: look at me, I'm a creature with scaly skin, big jaws and claws and she's...

din: is it?

y/n: *slight growl* grr forget it

Din stayed thinking until he realized he started walking until he stood in front of you while he took off his helmet showing a smile of amusement you looked at him poking his hands on yours

y/n: what's so funny?

Din: Cyar'ika, are you jealous? He said, letting out some giggles, you looked away from Asia to the other side.

Y/N: Why would I be? I'm a respectable warrior, I'm not intimidated by a weak ooman.

din: ok whatever you say my powerful warrior

He said, kissing the back of your hand. He got up to leave but you stopped him and sat him on your lap, hugging him while you purred.

y/n: your warrior? *releasing purrs*

din: I only have eyes for you ad'ika

Kissing your cheek, you began to rub your cheek on his head without him realizing that you were leaving your scent on him so that other species would know that he is yours.

y/n: I also have eyes on you my sweet ooman

translation

yautja language

ooman/human

s'yuit-de/ idiot

Mando'a language

cyar'ika/dear,beloved,darling

ad'ika/love, dear

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[iamscoby]

This makes me think about the scenario of Grogu going to get Luke instead. When jumping down, Luke would have slowed himself down with the Force, but then he'd be stuck on the lower levels with a kid and an unconscious Mandalorian. So he'd hug Din tight and turn on Din's jetpack and do his best to somehow steer them up without hitting anything = the reverse of the fanfiction scene where Din hugs Luke and jetpacks them both somewhere

(Bo-Katan probably did the same to him using her own jetpack but whatever, now I'm obsessed about seeing it in reverse)

#dinluke #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mines of mandalore

[legally-lupin]

A trip to Mandalore- din djarin x Jedi fem! reader

A/n: this story is from the top of my head and what I briefly remember from the new season. Also mandos N1 star fighter can hold 2 people plus grogu and I have not proofed it so i apologies for any mistakes. Enjoy <3

Summary: when a trip to the ‘cursed’ planet goes wrong

As the ship landed on the green planet Mandalore. All communications cut off from the outside galaxies you felt uneasy

“Din are you sure this is safe” you looked around the seemly isolated planet as the mandalorian turned to look at you his helmet tilting.

“Mesh’la I will not let anything happen to you” you felt a gloved hand reach for your leg. You huffed feeling anxiety sitting at your chest. 

“R5, you ready? I’m gonna need you to scout ahead and analyze the atmosphere.” His modulated voice cracked as he sent the droid on his way with a few beeps of protest the droid went to scout

“Don’t be a baby Just take an air sample of those ruins” hand still on your leg stroking it slightly making you feel a little better with grogu on your lap the kid looks for the droid and whimpers in worry.

“Hey I’m sure R5 will be fine” you said to the little green child he just coos in response

“Here kid you can watch him on the scope” grogu moved from your lap to dins watching the map beep

“R5 come in can you read me?” The beskar covered warrior grunted

“It’s probably just interference” you said putting your hand on Dins grogu whined again for the droid. The Mandalorian had enough

“Fine I’ll go get him. Normally, this is droid work. I was hoping to avoid going out there. I’ll pressurize my helmet, here put this on ner cyar'ika. . seal yourself in your pod kid. Be right back” the canopy opened din steps out to search for the droid and you held your breath the mask that was on you would protect you but you don’t want to take a chance.

You waited a while until he came back with the droid that looked like it’s seen better days

“You got an analysis on the atmosphere yet?” The droid beeped in response projecting its findings

“The air is breathable the charts are wrong” the mandalorian relaxed

“So Bo-Katan was right mandalore is not cursed” you inputted smiling at his composed body

You all made your way down to the mines the once filled centre was now deserted you held on to the mandalorian as he jet packed down as you trekked through the mines you hear a deep growl your hand on your lightsaber

“Hey din I don’t think we -“

All of a sudden you were thrown to the other side of the wall with a loud thump

“Y/n!!” Din fought the cyborg scavenger but failed injecting him with an immobiliser and taking him away. You were out of sight as you made your way to the kid weakly

“Go get Bo-Katan” you stood up watching the kid zoom out with a huff and a quick Bacta spray on your wound on your arm.

You snuck up on the scavenger and with the help of your lightsaber took one of the legs off. The creature screeched throwing a piece of metal at you but using the force you aimed it right back at him after successfully dismembering it. It came alive again this time through its eye you made quick work of it by blowing it up via the force.

Once the creature was out the way you limped over to din cutting the ropes that held him and dragged him to a safer spot you put his head in your lap injecting him with a stim.

The mandalorian mumbled in your arms.

“It’s ok din just rest for now”

About 20 minutes had passed and Bo-Katan and the kid entered

“Bo-Katan. He found you” you looked up at the women she removed her helmet and kneeled next to you

“Yh but seems like you had it handled” you smiled din mumbled in your arms again

“Grogu I am so proud of you” the kid giggled

“You was right you know. Mandalore is not cursed” Bo katan eyes widened at your words

Din came to his senses and sat up. You pulled him into a big hug

“Oh. Din im so glad your ok” he pulled you closer to him

“Thank you for rescuing me” you felt the cold beskar helmet on your cheek his way of giving a kiss

“Always”

After some rest the four of you made your way to the living waters

“Here we are” you looked at the huge water filled room

“This is the way” you hear din say before taking his cape off and making his way to the waters

“I swear on my name." "And the names of the Ancestors, that I shall walk the way of the Mand'alor... and the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart." As he said those words he was dragged under you screamed his name

“Stay here I’ll get him” Bo-Katan went under you stood by the water waiting after a few minuets they came back

“Din oh my stars how many times today” you laughed pulling to you. His wet body melted with you as his hands wrapped around your waist.

“As long as I’m with you I think I’ll survive” he lifted his helmet slightly placing a kiss to your lips

#mando x you #the mandolarian #mandolorian x reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #star wars x reader #din djarin

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Tune-up Pt.1

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Suggestive comments, sexual tension, swearing, Paz Vizsla!

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLS KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Summary: Din Djarin goes to the planet Zikos with Paz Vizsla and Bo Katan, Bo's ship needs repairs and Din knows a perfect engineer on the planet. They bring the ship to Y/n whom takes a liking to Paz.

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Bo Katan landed her ship in the hanger of the large building, Din landed his outside, getting out and walking towards the door. Bo watched as a young woman approached while wiping her hands with a red rag.

Bo, along with Paz exited her ship and looked around. The hanger was very spacious, about 12 different variations of droids working on parts. The Young woman got right up to them and didn't say a word, she just eyed them while rubbing her hands with that rag.

"Is there something I can do for you, Mandalorian's?" She asked.

"The ship is in need of repair." Din's voice sounded from the door.

The woman turned and smiled. She slowly walked towards him and wrapped him in a hug.

"It's been a long time, Mando. What seems to be wrong with this vessel?"

She stuffed the rag in her back pocket and turned back to Bo and Paz.

"It has a hard time starting, it's leaking fluid, and when it does start it clunks for a good twenty minutes." Bo replied.

"Ohhh! I know what's wrong with it! Its very easy to fix actually, I'll show you so you don't have to have another person scam you out of your credits the next time it happens. If you do it right then it's no biggie, but if you fuck it up then you're gonna have more problems with your ship than you know what to do with, you understand? And it will cost a bundle to get it repaired, it would probably be cheaper to buy another ship."

She waved Bo Katan over as she made her way to the vessel, Paz fallowed as they went inside.

Din stood in the hanger, glancing around when something hit into his leg. He looked down and recognized Y/n's droid, he was an old Imperial Droid that she reconfigured to trust her and help her out around the place.

Bo and Y/n laid on their backs underneath the control panel, fumbling around with wires and circuit boards. Y/n was in the middle of showing her how to fix the problem when she felt Paz's hot gaze rake down her body. She couldn't see him, for he was standing up and out of sight, but she knew he was looking.

A few hours passed and Y/n had fixed the starting issue, but the leak was a different story. Bo was sat at Y/n's desk with Din, they watched as Paz leaned against the ship next to her marveling at her every move.

"What is this gonna cost me!?" Bo yelled.

"Lucky for you, Din owes me a favor. So you aren't gonna pay for this, he's gonna get me five bottles of spotchka, and if he doesn't I'll rip that bucket off his head and use it for scrap metal."

A few boops and beeps came from Y/n's droid, she chuckled and shook her head.

"What did it say?" Paz asked.

"B-3 said, that I would do it."

Y/n knocked her wrench down as she was grabbing for it, she smirked when she saw Paz bend down and pick it up. He held it out for her, Y/n ran her fingers down his wrist then slowly took it from him.

The two kept their gazes locked for a good five seconds before she went back to what she was doing.

"Hand me that lube." She said in a suggestive tone.

Paz swallowed and gave it to her, watching as she lathered a bolt in the slippery substance before screwing it in place.

Y/n pulled the rag from her back pocket and wiped her hands off, Paz and her walked over to the others and Y/n grabbed Din by the boots and ripped his legs off her desk.

"Get out of my chair, or my Droids will roast you alive." She joked.

Din stood, allowing Y/n to sit. She reached under the table and pulled out a bottle of Spotchka, the blue liquid looked beautiful in the bright light. Y/n took a swig and tapped at a data pad.

"Alright, that's gonna cost you....what did I say? Five bottles of spotchka?" She asked.

Din stared at her as if she just made some joke.

"I thought you were kidding." Bo said.

"Well, I'm not."

She took another swig and leaned back in her chair, flipping her legs up onto the table. Y/n stared back at Din, challenging him, basically asking him to refuse.

"Either that....or you pay double."

"That's not fair." Bo said.

"Don't worry, you don't have to pay anything. He still owes me for saving his ass from that Yazik three winters ago."

Bo looked confused. "What's a Yazik."

"It's a giant furry lizard that comes down from the mountain from time to time, usually when it snows."

"Fine." Din said. "I'll be back."

"I'll go with you." Bo fallowed him out the door while Paz stayed behind.

"So. what's your name, big fella?"

Y/n heard the click of his hands tightening around his blaster cannon. She smirked when he cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension.

"Paz Vizsla." He said, his deep voice sending shivers through her body.

"A very noble sounding name." She slowly moved towards him from around the table, tracing the lines in his armor with her tactical blade.

"I'm Y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you."

His breath hitched when she ran it down his chest plate, Paz clenched and unclenched his fist as her hands made their way to his unarmored sides and down to his belt, hooking her fingers into it and pulling him closer.

A grunt sounded from behind his helmet when she sat up on the desk and pressed her knee between his legs. Paz got closer resting his hands down on either side of her, and leaning in. His voice right next to her ear when he whispered.

"Games like these could get you hurt, little thing."

She whimpered at how gruff he sounded.

"Are you prepared for that?" He asked.

"I-."

She was cut off by the hanger door opening, Din and Bo came in and set down the spotchka.

"Payment as requested." Bo said.

"Thank you, you're ship is done and you're free to go."

Bo Katan bowed her head and made her way to the ship. Din rubbed Y/n's shoulder and turned for the door.

"Maybe next time, Precious." Paz whispered.

"Of course. If you need anything, you know where to find me. I'll be happy to give you a tune-up anytime."

A dark chuckle came from him as he began walking to Bo's vessel.

"Until next time, big boy."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

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[kalevalakryze]

How That Music Used To Make Me Smile

Pairings: Bo-Katan Kryze & Koska Reeves & Axe Woves, Bo-Katan Kryze & Ursa Wren Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Koska Reeves, Axe Woves, Ursa Wren Notes: Having a really rough day, this is purely self-indulgent, writing Bo getting a hug makes it a little bit easier to get through the day  Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1,203 Summary: Bo-Katan used to sing, soft and melodic as she learned the songs of her aliit, as she learned the songs of the fallen, and as she traveled the galaxy to learn the songs of the world around her. The music died around the time she had, with no reason to ever return, silence often hung thick in the air anywhere the woman went. The best part about dying, she learned, is that first hint that you are truly alive again. AO3 Link: Here!

The smell of blaster oil was calm and familiar as Bo-Katan dropped herself onto a small crate in the newly built armory. She’d had so much on her mind lately, and barely any time to process it all, or to maintain her gear. The oil spread thick onto the cloth, where she set it on the edge of the container while she carefully removed firing pins and power packs to fully decommission her weapon before maintaining it.

As she started to clean the ash and plasma residue from the barrel and other moving pieces, she found herself humming. It was an old tune, Coruscanti in nature, one she could remember her Buir singing to her and Satine when they were young, too energized to sleep easy. Part of her could remember an older brother singing the same, though she’d been too young to remember him, had blocked out the pain of losing him with other memories over the years (why couldn’t she do that for anyone else she’d lost? Why did young Bo get to decide who to forget, while old Bo tried so desperately to cling to long faded outlines of his face?).

The song was soft, higher than her voice could go these days, she was unsure about many of the lyrics, so she resorted to humming the ancient melody as she worked in the calming methodical process of wiping blood and dirt away from the power pack’s indentation in the weapon.

When both of her blasters were cleared, she moved on to wiping away her gauntlet’s blade, removing the top half of her gauntlet to clear muck away from the gears and machinery that allowed her to eject the weapon. This continued with her grapple, and her shield, even her jetpack was removed and carefully wiped away.

It wasn’t until she had finished with the oil on her weapons and armor, a small paintbrush held between her fingers as she carefully repainted her clan’s crest and her niteowl eyes back onto her helmet, touching up scarred paint, that she found her first disturbance in the sound of two pairs of running feet.

The door slid open just as she was sliding her power cells back into place in her blasters, leveling both directly at the two blue armored Mandalorians who’d presented themselves on the other side. Koska’s eyes were wide, not in fear of the blaster aimed at her head, but more awe and surprise.

Axe’s jaw was tight, though his lip had quivered. The light on his gauntlet indicated a comm call, if she looked close enough, she could see the first numbers of Ursa’s code.

“Sorry boss,” Koska coughed. Neither of them stepped into the room, even as Bo-Katan lowered her blaster and shook her head, settling herself back onto the crate. “It’s just, we haven’t… you haven’t,” Awkwardness pierced the situation as the younger Niteowl stammered.

“We haven’t heard you sing since…” Axe forged onward for her, voice strained as he hooked his thumbs in the leather of his belt.

“Since Mandalore,” The voice from Axe’s gauntlet finished, confirming the woman on the other end was indeed the patron saint of Clan Wren.

Bo’s irritation was swiftly replaced with confusion and inner reflection. Had it really been so long? She glanced down at the paintbrush she’d dropped onto the durasteel tile and the speckled grey paint that had fallen from the tip, drying quickly on the floor.

“Not since Saxon,” Axe clarified at the continued confusion from his superior. The rebels had helped give Bo-Katan something to fight for, in more ways than one. And greater than the darksaber, even. Seeing Sabine Wren had been a wakeup call for the regent leader, seeing the girl fight so hard to fix her mistake in that monstrous machine, hearing the long uttered phrase of ‘young and stupid’ that followed her around since she herself had been too young to understand the phrase, and long after the phrase had turned from confusion, to anger, before evolving to understanding in the person she had been.

“Today just felt…” It felt better, didn’t it? There was still work to do, but she was home for the first time in forever, she had contact with people she loved, Ahsoka was alive, Ursa and Alrich survived to see the other side of the Empire, her Niteowls were still strong, even without her, and she gained more to care about (Even if she would think only on growing more to lose, when her mood swung in the opposite direction). “Better,” She finally decided.

There would always be the ever looming grief and the shadow that loss had cast on her, though there was no need to allow it to consume her today, and there was no fight to throw herself into to forget it, she was just feeling better, and that’s all there was.

“We’re glad to see it, boss,” Koska took the first step into the room. Before Bo-Katan knew it, the Mandalorian was throwing her arms around the redhead. Bo-Katan allowed herself to sink into the embrace after a moment.

“Thank you, Koska,” Bo’s voice was low and soft, whispered only between the two of them. When Koska pulled back, her hand lingered on the silver pauldron on Bo’s right shoulder.

Axe stepped up next. “It is a nice change to see, I am..” The man paused, she knew he had his own thoughts when it came to her leadership, and the state she’d been in when he’d finally mutinied and taken her fleets. Instead of letting him finish, Bo rose to her feet to pull him into her arms.

“We’re good, Axe… Thank you for being here,” The ever-tense man relaxed in her arms, if he hung on a little tighter than normal, she allowed it with no comment. “There is a line in all of your duties to yourselves and Mandalore, there comes many times where I want you to pick yourselves first, you know,” Like leaving her on Kalevala, when she would only drag them down with her. They’d chosen themselves, that day, and that had been for the better. “I couldn’t ask for better people who can find that line,”

Noise on the end of the gauntlet that had wrapped around her back reminded her of Ursa’s keen ear listening in. “And I do expect Clan Wren to visit in the very near future, as well.”

“Of course, Mand’alor. Clan Wren is very excited to see what you’ve done with the place,” Ursa’s voice had a teasing lilt to it that had Bo-Katan shaking her head as she stepped back. “I’m looking forward to it, Bo,”

“We’ll roll out the red carpets,” A smile pulled at her lips at her own words, eyes crinkling at the corners with laughter laughter on the other end as Ursa hung up had her shaking her head once more.

“Koska, do you need some help with that armor, your owls fading?”

“gotal’ad, yes. I can’t get the ears right,”

Axe’s laughter filled the room as Bo-Katan got the paint down and helped her owl remove the armor. Soon, the armory was full of the sounds of conversation, laughter, and the occasional humming as they got their chance to relax.

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Paz Vizsla x Reader

"Ragnar Vizsla!" the young Mandalorian turned and looked at the person yelling for him.

Upon seeing his mother Ragnar started to run. 

They met halfway. You scooped him up into your arms, breathing him in.

Tears ran down your face as you looked at Bo Katan and Din Djarin.

"Thank you." both gave you a nod before your husband arrived by your side and decided to get you to a more private place.

Going back to your home, you never once let go of Ragnar.

"Riduur, you should sit down." said Paz as he tried to pull you to the couch. 

"Yes, Mother, it would be best for the baby." Ragnar said as he too was rather worried.

"Thank you, but I was very worried." you said as you sat down finally. You reached out for Ragnar who hugged you.

"I am fine. I am back home." said the young boy, reassuring you and Paz.

"Thank you for bringing him back," you said to Paz who only nodded.

"Of course," you were just happy to finally have your son back.

---

"My beautiful mother, she is such a great soul. Even if she isn't a Mandalorian, she had all the great values of one. She loves my father, me and my brothers with all of her heart. My father is a great warrior, he taught me a lot and took me in as a foundling. When my mother got pregnant with my brother, I was scared they would neglect me since I wasn't their blood, but that never happened. Both of them treated me as their own, and I am. I am their son."

Ragnar remembers telling this story and many more of his parents for as long as he lived and after, his children told the stories of their grandparents.

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[meshlasolus]

What Once Was Mine

Chapter 12

Summary: Locked away in a house her entire life, she always dreamed of exploring the nearby kingdom for just a day, believing it could make the rest of her days in solitude bearable. What she was unaware of, was the real reason she’d been hidden away for so long. Changes comes swift like a flying dagger when a thieving bounty hunter seeks solace in the old home.

Din Djarin Royalty!AU / Tangled!AU

Pairing: Din Djarin x Princess Kryze!Reader

A/n: okay so there’s one more part after this and then Ima start posting more indy stuff…

Warnings: Heavy fluff, angst if you squint, Bo being a little bit weird ig… Oh and smut (18+)

He was strong enough to ride a horse, that was his argument.

“I had to walk you down those steps to get to the stable,” you countered, a chuckle within your tone as you tried to reason with your mandalorian hunter. He was being so stubborn about his healing process, and even now, while strolling through the gardens, he had an arm hooked around yours for safety.

“You didn’t have to, you wanted to,” he emphasized his point by stepping away for a moment, walking on his own and without a limp in his footsteps. You could acknowledge that there was quite a bit of progress since he had been injured, but you wondered if he was fully recovered or just pretending to appease you. “See? I’m fine.”

You shook your head and rejoined your arms, linking together at the elbow as you continued your stroll. You still had to have a chaperone present on your day walks, as until you were married, it would not be appropriate for other court members and such to see you alone together. She followed behind at a close distance, but she minded her own business enough that you both felt comfortable to express yourselves freely.

“If you are in fact fine, you wouldn’t mind dancing with me in the hall this evening?” You let your voice grow softer, leaning into him a small bit when you spoke. It was innocent enough, but unfortunately something as simple as this may be looked down upon by royal standards. You were new to the life of monarchy, and still didn’t know the rules of what was tolerated and what wasn’t.

“Walking and dancing are two separate things,” he chided, trying to still seem confident about his progress while also making it known that he hadn’t quite made it that far.

“Then I will postpone the planning further.”

He huffed a sigh, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at your antics. Oh how he loved you, but sometimes you were more stubborn than he was, and that in itself was an accomplishment.

“Lady Bo Katan said the planning would take a fortnight, I’m sure I’ll be fully recovered by then,” he argued yet again, and you would admit you were getting closer to folding. He turned to you, stopping in the walkway on the cobblestones and taking your hands in his own. The look in his eyes as he took in your every feature… those eyes made you a victim, willing to comply with any request he may ever present. It’s not like he was asking anything bad of you, quite the opposite, actually. “I just want to be married to you.”

With a hand placed at the side of his face, you leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the nose. There was still a chaperone behind you, after all. “Only if you’re completely sure you can dance with me by then.”

“I promise, I will dance with you until your feet give out.”

You chuckled timidly, a blush spreading across your cheeks from the smirk forming across his.

“Then I’ll tell Bo this afternoon.” With a nod, and a sweet smile, the deal was sealed. It was all done in perfect timing, too, for the royal child nurse, Peli, came rushing up to you both with your lovely green bundle in her arms.

You reached out to take the baby into your possession, his tiny hands reaching out for you in return.

“Good morning, bright eyes,” you said, bouncing him a few times before pulling him close to your chest for a hug. “How’d he sleep?”

“Better than me, I imagine,” she chuckled, but you knew it was all in good fun. She would have the rest of the day off until the evening, now, as Din usually took the time to bond with him while you slowly integrated yourself with meetings again. Peli was only there to make sure he was comfortable during the night. She did a wonderful job as far as you were concerned, and Grogu loved having her nearby. “Ate a hefty breakfast, too.”

“Hungry little boy,” you cooed, letting him play with your fingers the way he always used to in the old house. These moments were precious, as until you’d been married and taken residence in the King suite, you all would be forced to endure separate living situations. Hopefully, since you’d finally agreed to plan the wedding, things would be easier afterwards. “Thank you, Peli. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you, I know you do so well with him.”

“All part of the job, your highness,” she bowed slightly, and you gave a slight one in return, as you hated the way others lowered themselves for you. It was only right that you return the favor, a show of your respect. “I was told to pass on the message that Lady Kryze awaits you on the second balcony for tea.”

“Of course, I’ll be right on my way.”

With that, the royal nursemaid returned to her chambers, probably to get some much needed rest and sustenance.

You turned to Din with the child, whom now reached out for him with a tiny squeal of excitement. This had been the first day he was able to spend with him since the incident, other than a few minutes here and there of just a visit while he was recovering.

“I probably won’t see you until this evening, but I’ll make sure my advisor sends for you as soon as I’m through with everything,” this time you ignored the fact that there was a chaperone, and leaned upwards to peck his lips once before retreating quickly. “I love you.”

“I love you, mesh’la.”

-

The tea was nearly cold by the time you’d found Bo Katan. She didn’t mind, as she learned not to wait for you in these situations. You both were complete opposites, as her being the logical and precise one, and you being the free spirited and poetic one. Even still, with these differences, she considered you her closest ally, a true sister. Though you never met Satine, you believed she was probably like Bo Katan, strong and unwavering. Bo missed her other sister, but having you back was like filling an emptiness that had been there for so long.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” you nearly tripped over your gown, your bare feet doing there best to recover your stance before you sat across from her. Being queen meant making your own rules. You didn’t need to wear the gaudy and dramatic outfits everyday, that was the first thing to go. Regular gowns like the ones you used to wear would do just fine for everyday life. “I was taking a stroll with Din through the courtyard.”

“I expected so,” her little slanted smile meant she hadn’t been too upset about your absence. “He seems to be well on his feet, now.”

You nodded in agreement to her statement. He was almost completely healed of his injuries, barely a scratch remained.

“He says he will feel at his best in a fortnight,” you knew she wouldn’t catch on immediately, though you didn’t want to sound too brash… perhaps you should just tell her of your plans. “I remember you said it would take that long to plan-“

“A wedding?” Her brows raised as she turned to you, not truly surprised, but a bit intrigued by the fact that it was the hunter’s suggestion. “I assumed your marriage would not take place for at least a month’s time.”

“We wished it could have been sooner, actually.”

“I see,” she responded, giving you a sideways look over her cup of tea when she took a long sip. You didn’t understand the meaning in those strange glances she would sometimes give you, but she usually explained her thoughts after giving them. “I dare to ask if consummation is the main priority?”

“Pardon?” You didn’t understand that word, and she recognized your confusion immediately, feeling the need to go further in her questioning.

“I know I could perhaps be wrong, but I figured you’d have already laid with him before.” Her glance shifted away from yours for only a moment, knowing that even though you were very different from the proper royalty she’d been raised to speak with, it may still have been a forbidden topic.

“I don’t understand your meaning,” you paused, furrowing your brows as you racked your brain for what she could possibly be saying. You were smart, you were quick on your feet, but sometimes your innocence was too much for your own good. “I laid with him at night when we slept, or I did until he had to return to his room. I don’t understand what that has to do with marriage?”

The dumbfounded look on her face would have been funny, had anyone else seen it but you. It was unassuming to you and honestly made you feel like the butt of a cruel joke. Was she really so surprised? You’d grown up in a hidden part of the forrest, living mainly on your own for eighteen years… it was bound that you weren’t going to know of all the things other children were taught of.

“You can’t be serious,” she all but muttered, trying to hold her reaction to a minimum while still being in disbelief. Never in all her years had she encountered someone so untouched by the world and yet so formed by it. You had brutally killed a man, taking his head from his shoulders and not even batting an eye… but you didn’t know what sex was? “You really don’t know?”

“Pardon me, sister… but I didn’t have the most well rounded education,” you tried to keep your anger inside, for you knew it was hard for others to come to terms with the way your mind worked, or rather, the lack of information it held sometimes. You tried your best to absorb everything at all times, but there were some things that hadn’t ever been introduced.

“I apologize, I don’t mean to mock you… I’m only surprised,” she paused again, taking a sip of her tea and gathering her thoughts. “Has you hunter not made more physical advances to you before?”

You shook your head, unsure of the full context in what she was asking, but knowing he’d never do anything to you physically or otherwise, that you were not certain of.

“He’s a good man, whatever this act is that I’m unaware of, I know he would never force it upon me.”

You spoke with such diction, with such poise. Of all the books you’d read in your lifetime, with all the fancy and refined words that were used… never had they described something known as consummation. Perhaps your kidnapper was opposed to you knowing such things. It would have made sense.

“He’s one of few, I’m afraid,” she acknowledged, heaving a deep breath and then finally meeting your eyes again. “I will not speak of this, now… but you will need to know what you’re going into before it happens.”

“I understand.”

“As for now, I need to speak with a few people, first of all Mayfeld. He will begin preparations as soon as the order is given,” she stood from her seat, her navy gown falling in billows around her feet and making her look like a goddess. “You will meet with the dress maker, a design will likely take the most time of anything.”

You followed her to the entranceway of the hall, careful not to trip again on your skirt that was flowing around you.

“I know that it’s your decision to set in stone old and new traditions for Mandalore… but in the past, the wedding gowns have always been blue, so if you’re open to suggestions, that one would be at the top of the list.”

You’d always read that wedding gowns were white in your stories… once in your favorite fairy book, there was a golden gown, worn by the fairy queen herself. You never pictured yourself in a wedding gown before you met Din, but now it was all that filled your mind. Something beautiful and romantic, and… blue. Like the sky, and the ocean, and the stunning sapphire stones on the exterior of the castle. You were sure that a blue dress would look stunning, and it went rather well with your complexion.

“I would love to wear a blue dress.”

-

Bo Katan had spoken with Mayfeld, along with a few of the other castle staff, before making a beeline for the library. She knew Din liked to take the child there and read most afternoons, since you weren’t able to do it with him as much these days. He was such a good father figure to the little one, as you were a good mother. Bo was certain neither of you would have any issues in raising an heir. The problem would be conceiving one, as you were so unfortunately uneducated to the point that it could hurt you.

She entered the place with a smile, greeting all those who passed her by, acknowledging them with a nod for every bow she received. She couldn’t reach her destination soon enough, as she ventured though all the booths as well as the rows and rows of books.

The hunter and the child were both sat in the very back of the library, leanings against the ornate walls while turning though the pages of a Mandalorian history book. It had years of knowledge dating all the way back to the first King of Mandalore, Tarre Vizsla. She would admit she saw the effort he was putting in to learn everything about this place. She nearly admired the way he took the time to read something of the sort. All for you, no doubt.

She cleared her throat once, causing them to both look up in unison. Din placed the child down, along with the book, and stood to his feet. His bow of respect was cut short by the hand she held out to stop him.

“I need to speak with you, alone,” she gestured to the child. He was none the wiser anyways, but still she insisted, as the subject would be rather mature for little ears to hear.

“I’m not supposed to leave him by h-“

“He will be fine, I only request a few minutes of your time.” Her voice was firm but gentle, as it most times was. Din looked back to Grogu, who had already busied himself with the task of turning to another page of the book. As far as anyone could tell, the child couldn’t even read, but enjoyed books nonetheless. Probably a result of spending hours with you while you read.

He nodded in response to her, following after her footsteps and turning into an aisle a few rows down. It was further away from any other occupants, so hopefully no one else would be listening to the conversation.

“You seem tense,” he noticed, leaning against the book case and crossing his arms. He hadn’t gotten to know the Lady Bo Katan as well as he meant to, and he had hoped he could trust her, she was after all going to be his sister in law.

“This matter is unconventional, I would rather not speak of it.” Her voice didn’t waiver, however, she made a distinct point to avoid his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he should take it as a slight or if she was genuinely uncomfortable by the subject.

“Then don’t.”

She closed her eyes and heaved a sigh, opening them and finally giving him a single glare as she began speaking again.

“Unfortunately, it is a matter of importance concerning the one person we both care about,” she uttered, completely and totally set on telling him. She wished she could have just checked out a book about human anatomy and given it to you, that would be far less painless… these were but mitigating circumstances. “I suggest you let me finish and do not interrupt me.” Then came another pause, and he nodded in understanding. His face seemed more softened towards her, now. Only after hearing this pertained to his fiancé, of course. “She doesn’t understand the process of consummation. I’m not even sure she knows how her own body works. She’s well aware of her cycle, but other than that, she seems completely in the dark.”

She looked to him for a reaction, but he did not have one. She thought he might be surprised or even a little peeved about the situation, but he stood still with the same dulled expression.

“Did you hear what I sai-?”

“Yes,” he stopped her, rolling his eyes and chuckling lowly under his breath. “And I know.”

“You know?” She puzzled curiously, her brows lifted as her head shifted to view him from a side angle. This man was truly a contradiction to the others she’d met in her lifetime. As far as she was aware, men were only after a woman’s virtue, her most intimate offerings and her body as well. It did not make sense that the hunter know about this innocence and keep it intact… much less try and preserve it. You were young, you were naive, and though you were smart you were also a hopeless romantic… he could have easily tricked you into letting him have his way with you, but he didn’t. He instead pushed away the thoughts of his own mind and kept you as pure as he’d found you. “How long?”

“Since the beginning,” he shrugged, as if it wasn’t something to make a big deal over. He was more relaxed now that he knew he wasn’t in trouble, and that you weren’t in any danger. “When I found her, she’d never seen a man in her life… you could just look at her, and know.”

Once she gathered her bearings, and moved past the fact that he was more than aware, she stood straighter, coming up with a new topic that still related to the old and needed discussing.

“Even still… she must learn what is to happen if you ever plan on laying with her.”

Of course he did, and he’d thought about it several times before. That being said, if you weren’t ready to take that step of intimacy even on your wedding night, he would wait, and ease you into it for however long you needed. Since that first day in the woods, and then the second day in the kingdom, he knew the way with you was always going to involve baby steps. He’d never complain, nor would he try and speed the process along. Anything he had with you was worth it, even the first kiss, though clumsy and short, made him feel more than he’d ever felt for a woman he’d been with. It was because you were of pure intentions, and always were. He wanted you, badly, but whatever you chose to do with him would suffice.

“Look, I knew what I was getting myself into. I can explain it to her when-“

“No,” she cut him off immediately, as if he’d uttered a curse and she was scolding him for it. The look on her face showed her disgust, and she had to take a deep breath to help her not lash out. “That would be the most improper thing I’ve ever heard. If anyone is to tell her, it would most certainly not be you.”

He wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that she had called him out, because though he regrets a great portion of his past, he wasn’t ashamed to come from lesser circumstances, neither was he self conscious about the way he spoke so plainly. He was from a different world, but he would not be made to feel as though he didn’t belong in a place such as this, with people such as herself and you.

“Then I suppose you’ll be the one to tell her,” he sighed out, leaning forward as he stopped supporting himself on the shelf behind him. This conversation was coming to a close, and he figured the kid was probably eating the pages of that book by now, so he turned to leave, only looking back over his shoulder to give her a few last words. “Try not to make it sound like torture, alright?”

He knew that you may want to wait, or that you may not be quick to learn on what this act meant, but he sure as hell did not want you to be afraid of it, or of him. He’d never hurt you, never. The first day in your house, with your back against the wall and his arms on either side, trapping you in… he was still gentle when he touched you, unwilling to leave a mark on that lovely soft skin.

When he found the child, he was surprised to see him continuously turning the pages, landing on a space about the armor of the mandalorians. The beskar which weighed almost nothing, but was impenetrable to almost all weapons. The portrait in the book shown a tall King, one who wore the most beautiful set of silver pieces. It adorned him well, and the helmet, though confining, seemed like an honor to behold.

The child turned to him, having seen that he arrived, and pointed to the man on the page, gurgling some gibberish as Din sat back down with his small green companion.

“I gotta get me one, huh?”

-

Every turn you took down the halls for the next week was surrounded by preparations. All the beautiful decorations in the colors of blue and purple with hints of silver. A traditional Mandalorian wedding had not been held since your mother wed your father… that’s what everyone said, anyway.

You were sometimes sad when people mentioned your parents, only for the fact that you never knew them. You mourned over them in a different way than most did, differently than your sister did. She had told you a few stories, mostly just things her youthful mind remembered. The beautiful strawberry blonde hair of your mother, and the piercing eyes of your father. It wasn’t enough to feel a connection to them, but you tried your best to picture what they might have been like now.

Bo Katan also told you that they were brought into their marriage as an arrangement, only growing to love each other after the first year together. She explained about the expectation for rules to produce an heir, something you would have to do.

“Does this have anything to do with consummation?” You whispered until you walked through the doors of her chambers, as though you weren’t aware the contents, you figured she kept it as a hushed topic for a reason.

“It has everything to do with it, actually,” she paused, turning to her desk in which held a few books she was browsing in the past day or so. She preferred more logical books, filled with facts and reasoning, ones that could give knowledge of the useful sense. You wondered why she did not have a single story amongst them, for surely imagination kept people like her from going mad. “Speaking of which, I know you like to read. This will tell you everything you need to know.”

You received the small book with open hands, looking down to read the cover. You furrowed your brows a bit at the strange imaging they placed with the title, but kept your mind open, since you really had no idea about any of this. You would learn, though.

“Human Reproduction,” you read, raising your brows and giving a slight chuckle. She nodded, opening the cover and sifting through a few pages until she found the correct section. “Male anatomy…?”

You knew very little of this topic, but you weren’t stupid. You understood the difference between a man and a woman by all the small marble statues your kidnapper used to bring home to decorate the house in the woods. You had a very good idea of what men looked like before you ever saw one, the only problem was that Din had far exceeded your expectations… which is why you were afraid of him at first. The look you shot her made her believe that perhaps you weren’t so naive that this would all be shocking to you. It was almost a weight off her shoulders, really.

“Alright, then start here,” she flipped to another section, pointing to the page and letting you glance over it.

“Process of begetting, and the seed of life.” You would admit this was a new one. You always wondered how women came to be with child, and how you might possibly one day as well. The first page seemed filled with information, along with some helpful images to help explain. You looked back to her with a smile and a short nod before taking the book and walking towards the door.

“Oh, and one more thing?” She called to you, and you turned back around, awaiting her final words before you walked out into the castle halls once more. “I want you to know that I think greatly of your hunter, and I’m glad he found you.”

You smiled to her, unable to stop the wide spread of your grin as Din was mentioned. Someone of high status, a true royal raised and taught what was proper and what wasn’t. She thought well of him, someone whom others might see as that which is beneath them.

“Thank you, sister,” you spoke, addressing her by the title you’d taken to calling her lately. You practically skipped out of the room, turning down halls and running barefoot through the castle until you found the large window nook, with a comfortable seat and a fantastic view. Other than the beautiful couch in your quarters, this had become your favorite place to read.

The introduction was short, and this specific chapter simply dove right in to the act itself. The next page was rigidly long, and had several drawings to help your mind understand… though it was all very frightening to grasp at first. Your eyes widened and you had to drag them away from those pictures and back to the top of the page in order to read what you were supposed to.

“Sexual Intercourse is the basis for all human reproduction,” you read off the first sentence, sighing in defeat when you realized what this meant. That scary drawing on the page of a man entering a woman was something you would have to recreate if you were to get pregnant and produce an heir. It frightened you, and you started breathing heavily while thinking about it until you slammed the book closed, taking some deep breaths and focusing on looking out the window. You could even see Din on his way back from the city, walking though the gates with Grogu in his arms. They had been doing so well together, and you knew that should you ever become pregnant and have a child, Din would make an amazing father… it was only the process of conception that was making you feel eerie.

Why couldn’t Grogu just be considered the heir? You claimed him as your son, and so did Din… so why was there going to be pressure on you to have a baby when there was a perfectly good one in your possession. True, he was of a different species, and true, he aged far slower than that of a human… but in the future he could eventually learn the ways of the kingdom.

You hated that this act of sexual intimacy scared you, because the book had called it something of a miracle, a process of which could bring actual life, and yet? You wanted no part of it.

Perhaps it only seemed scary because of the way it was shown to you, and maybe if Din could tell you more, you would feel better. He had surely done this many times, and could help you come to terms with all the aspects. You wondered why you did not just go to him in the first place. He knew you were innocent, he wouldn’t have judged you or made you feel foolish for not knowing of such things. He’d always been so patient to show you everything before.

You reopened the book to the page you were on, leaning back against the window and using the light to read more. You would do all the reading just to make sure you understood it correctly, then tonight you would ask Din. You only hoped you would be able to sneak into his room, as guards in the castle have been stationed closer to your room at night than usual.

Once you finished the section, you went on about your day, trying to keep everything but the welfare of the kingdom pushed to the very back of your mind.

It was all a haze of rushed meetings, people wanting or needing to be in other places throughout the remainder of the day. You met with the dress maker, too… but she was certain you had become distracted only minutes into sitting down with her. Your eyes kept traveling about the room when she spoke, and not because you were ignoring her, far from it actually. You wished you could listen and hear of all the plans she was making for the gown you both had discussed. The beautiful design had been sketched onto parchment for you to view, and looked exquisite, but she could tell your mind was elsewhere when you complimented her work, normally you were much more enthusiastic and excited.

“What troubles you, your highness?”

You looked up at her from the page to see her concerned gaze. You weren’t sure if this was a topic you should share with just anyone, as Bo Katan had been so hushed about it prior to giving you the book.

“I’m just nervous, I suppose,” you began, an anxious smile forming to try and deflect from your actual stress over the matter. “I’ve never been married before.”

She chuckled, nodding along as she realized what you must have meant.

“Being a young bride such as yourself, it’s perfectly normal to experience cold feet.”

“Cold feet?” You slanted a brow, tilting your head to convey that you didn’t understand.

“It’s just an expression, darling. It simply means that you are frightened about something before it happens… but have no worries,” she took your hand, giving it a small squeeze of encouragement before letting it go. “I can tell you are in love with your intended, it’s that special shine in your eyes.”

You breathed out a soft laugh, smiling with a red glow on your cheeks. Oh, did you love him, but that was not the problem in all of this. You could not wait for your duties to be completed, the anxiety was built in the pit of your stomach.

“I am in love with him,” you responded gently, handing her back her sketches to pin up on the board beside her. It also had a few fabric swatches, and tiny gems that you assumed would be attached to the dress in some way.

“Then all will be well.”

You certainly hoped so, it was circling your mind on a loop that never seemed to end, even later that evening after everything had been completed, and the royals parted off to their rooms. You were sat at your vanity, whilst your favorite handmaiden Elise tended to your hair, raking through it with a comb to rid it of all the tangles provided by the long day. She sensed your tense nature, and you could tell, as she gave you slightly concerned glances in the mirror from time to time. You were only happy that she did not ask about anything, for that would only make it worse. Every person who tried to make you feel better about this upcoming union had inadvertently stirred the pot of your emotions further.

Once she left you to your bed chambers, you waited as many minutes as you could, for though you knew it was risky to leave early, you couldn’t help yourself but leave. You wrapped yourself in a thin dressing gown, tucking the book under your arm before carefully heading out into the halls. You were never heard upon the marble floors, as you were the only royal who refused to wear shoes all hours of the day. It made for an easy journey, uninterrupted by curious guards or even others who heard racket outside of their rooms.

The moon was high in the sky, shining through the stain glass windows and creating brilliant colors to be painted upon the ground. The ambience of the castle late at night was something so pleasing, so soothing, and the cold marble beneath your feet helped to cool off whatever heat you’d retained from your overwhelming stress. You reached the door quickly, laying two soft knocks on the wood and backing up to wait.

-

Din had been with Grogu until nightfall, handing him off to Peli before heading back to his living space. It was well known by now that he had been the thief to steal the darksaber, and though it now rested in the hands of the rightful ruler by his doing, he still got quite a few stingy looks here and there by staff and other court members. There were a lot of people that had come to love you as Queen, but they were very weary of your choice for a partner. Some couldn’t even bare to think that he was actually going to receive a consort title.

He bore all the hateful glares within the castle willingly, because to him, things hadn’t changed much since when he was only a commoner. People passing him by on the streets, seeing the infamous masked figure roaming about their town, they would send the same looks his way as these pristine upperclass living castle dwellers.

He hoped that it might wear off eventually. It never bothered him, but he didn’t want to live his whole life as an outcast. He had every right to be here, just like all the othe just like you. You’d told him so time and time again, that he was as princely as it could possibly get. He was so handsome, with a rugged charm that could get him out of anything. His eyes were like entire galaxies, darkness in the irises, but with hints of light reflecting off them as stars. These were the descriptions of him from your eyes, and he’d like to believe they were true. He loved to know that even if he didn’t see himself this way, someone did, and loved him all the same.

He sat back onto his bed, his back hurting suddenly as these thoughts racked through his brain. He wanted to seem perfectly fine, like his healing was complete and this wedding could happen even sooner, but he could not lie. His bones still ached, and his muscles felt weaker than before. He reached up behind his head, yanking his shirt off before standing again and going to the mirror in the corner of his room. He never had a mirror like this. Never was he concerned with his looks or even how others perceived him. He had always worn a mask, anyway. Now that he had a looking glass in his room, he always felt more self-conscious about what stared back at him. In comparison to you, he felt he was but little. Especially now that he could see clearly all the scars on his body. Someone so tainted as himself didn’t deserve to be with someone so pure, so perfect. Your skin was untouched, clean of any altercations.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the most meek sounding knock at his door. It rung only twice, and he rushed over to answer it knowing who had come so late.

There you stood, looking so soft and angelic. Your dressing gown was almost sheer, and the nightgown made of silk left little to the imagination, but he caught the look of uncertainty in your eyes and was instantly more concerned about what you came for than how you came dressed.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to send for you earlier, I skipped dinner in the great hall to meet with the dressmaker,” you explained, hoping he would understand and that all was forgiven. He didn’t even see any wrongs in what you’d done, though.

“You don’t need to apologize to me, sweet girl,” he opened the door further, allowing you to step inside. He did notice the glazed state your eyes held when you glanced down at his chest. It was much easier to see his body in this lighting than it had been in the dungeon. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

You smiled, waiting for him to shut the door and meet you on the bed, where you so conveniently took your place up by his pillows. He had yet to notice the book you came accompanied by, and now that you were here, you were worried to even bring it up.

“Din?”

He nodded in response, letting you know he was listening to every word, and sat beside you atop the duvet. His skin looked so warm and inviting in this light, it was almost straining you to keep from laying a finger upon his shoulder and dragging it down the expanse of his chest.

“I just,” you couldn’t find the right words, and also had a bit of trouble in meeting his eyes. It was only when he brought his thumb to your chin, lifting your face until you met his eyeline. “I have a few things to ask you, about this book.”

He furrowed his brows, finally realizing what you’d clutched tightly to your body this whole time. He held his hands out to take it, and you willingly handed it over, feeling good to be rid of it for once this day.

He read the cover and immediately let out a sigh. Bo Katan had taken the easy route, not even trying to sit you down and explain it in her own words. No wonder you looked so scared, the words in this book had probably already planted a bad image in your mind about what this act was, and how it was to be done. He was quite furious at the fact that Lady Kryze had one job to do, and she shoved it off on a book.

“How much did you read?” He turned back to you with a soft gaze, unsure how he should go about this. There weren’t exactly instructions for this conversation.

“Almost all of it,” you admitted, your voice was unsure, and the inflections told him you didn’t like what you read. It was clear on your face, you despised the book he held. “I came to you because I wondered if perhaps you could tell me more… like if it will be painful, or if I need to do anything to-“

“Slow down, mesh’la…” he trailed off, bringing his hands to your shoulders and trying to help you calm yourself. You hadn’t realized how much you breathing had changed in only a second.

“I’m afraid of it,” you let out, being able to take slow breaths now and focus on the way he held you steady, keeping you grounded.

This was what he had been scared of in the beginning. If only he had just ignored Bo Katan’s wishes and told you after she approached him, you probably would view everything differently.

“It’s okay,” he nodded, acknowledging your fear before scooting closer to you and doing his best to fix what has been done. “I know it looks scary, and you don’t need to feel pressured to do anything until you’re ready to do it, I promise.”

“But I have obligations, we have to produce an heir.”

This sentence worried him. Not only were you so scared of having sex that you didn’t even want to do it for the reason it was intended, but you already felt pressured by others to conform and go through with it. You already felt like you would be a disappointment if you didn’t.

“We don’t need to worry about that right now. Listen to me, alright? It’s up to you to set boundaries, and it’s up to me to make sure those boundaries are upheld, understand?” His hand had found its way to your cheek, and your nod gave him a bit of peace, knowing there was still more work to do. “And I know that it seems like torture, I’ve seen books like this, they take all the good parts out and only leave the stuff that scares people.”

“It just seems like a horribly painful thing to do,” you opened the book, unashamedly showing him the drawings you’d been flipping to all day. The page was well worn by now, and easy to find. He wasn’t surprised by your openness to look upon such things with him, because he knew you were unaware of the proper standards of them.

“Yes, well I can understand why you would think that,” he gave a face of disgust to the poorly done drawing, the basic positioning of the people in it and the awkward way they were entangled. The look on the woman’s face didn’t help, either.

“You’ve done this many times, haven’t you?” You weren’t concerned with the other women who may have been in this position with him, only because you knew that he was no longer in connection with them, only you.

“Not like that, no.”

You furrowed your brows, waiting for him to explain. He seemed to have a much different view, and you hoped you would have a chance to see it his way.

“I won’t lie to you, sweet girl… it might hurt the first time.” He avoided your eyes, because just thinking about causing you pain, even inadvertently, didn’t feel right to him. It twisted his stomach, to think that in order to pleasure you, he would first have to hurt you. “But it can feel really good, too.”

“It can feel good?” You almost looked shocked. You glanced back to the book and then to his face, almost cringing at the drawing that was forever burned in your mind. “I just… don’t know how it could. Even the precautions taken for my monthly cycles are painful.”

He nodded, trying to ease this idea into your mind as gently as possible. He cursed Bo Katan for ever giving you that book. She knew you liked to read, but this wasn’t information that should have been passed along through pages.

“I know, but there are ways that I can help you relax. I can even go down on you, if you want,” he said, but knew as soon as the words left his lips that you would have no idea what he was talking about. Your tilted head while looking at him with slanted eyes told him to try again, in different words. “It’s something else that I can do to make you feel good.”

You wondered if since this wasn’t technically part of the sexual reproduction process, that he might be able to show you.

“Can we try it now?”

His brows raised and he dropped his jaw momentarily before shaking off his initial shock and looking back to your innocent expression. He took your hand in his, holding it tightly and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’m not sure if we should, mesh’la.”

He wasn’t repulsed by the idea, and he knew that since everyone was in bed this was the perfect opportunity. He was however afraid of what volumes may be heard from the room.

“Please?” You practically begged, looking at him with the purest expression on your face. “If there’s something I can do for you, too, I’ll do it. I want to learn how…”

Several months ago this would have been like a dream to him, having a willing girl who wanted him to show her all that sex had to offer. Now, though… in this very room where you both sat so close together on his bed, he was nervous. He’d never been nervous to have intimate relations with someone before, and he realized it was because he cared so much. He didn’t want to do anything wrong and make you resent him. He loved you to the moon and back, and though he longed to please you, he was hesitant.

“We’ll be married in a few days, I promise I’ll show you then, alright?”

“Alright.”

You flipped up the covers on his bed, sliding in on the side you most preferred, looking at him to do the same. Sleeping beside you was one thing he’d never object to, and he knew that since the death of Gideon, there was no need to hide the fact that you were together in the night. You were queen, and could do as you wished. He pulled your body close to his once he’d gotten settled, and kissed the crown of your head. The best thing that had ever happened to him was you, and of course, the kid. He can’t even imagine having a life without you in it, because it would probably only be more hunting and thievery, his old ways that he hoped to forget. You were his everything, you had saved him from an eventual death sentence, rather it be by Gideon or others, he knew if you hadn’t been there, he would have at some point been killed.

He let these thoughts circle his mind as you both drifted off into slumber, forgetting all about the horrid book that fell on the floor.

-

The afternoon of your wedding, you paced back and forth around the room, complaining about the rules that had been set in place ahead of time. You wore a chemise and corset, waiting for the rest of your dress to be brought to the room. Your hair and face were done earlier, and having to wait long periods of time in between made you even more nervous.

“I don’t understand why I’m not allowed to see him,” you ranted on towards Bo Katan, sitting in the corner of the room, already wearing her silver gown and trying to take a sip of her tea. “Only a few minutes would help.”

She rolled her eyes, trying to keep them on the small tray of good brought to the room a few minutes prior. You hadn’t stopped moving the entire day, a relentless ball of energy that bounced like rubber.

“It’s a tradition to keep the bride away from the groom until the wedding. You yourself thought it would be a good idea as of yesterday,” she reminded, noting the conversation of how everything would go. Yesterday was the last of the preparations, and this morning you awoke with nothing to do… that was part of the problem. You didn’t have any way to keep busy and now your feet were getting cold… literally. The marble beneath your bare feet felt like ice at the moment, hence your constant movement. “It’s only going to be another hour or two, so sit down and breath. You’re giving me a headache.”

She wanted to act like your behavior annoyed her, but even you caught the slight smirk on her face when she spoke to you. She was enjoying these moments, together as sisters, but more importantly, as friends.

“He’s probably doing the same thing I am, and Grogu won’t exactly help him calm down.”

She set her tea cup down on the small circular table, and stood up from the seat. She wanted to keep everyone’s composure, but you seemed to be falling apart right now, as it were.

“Do you love him?”

You furrowed your brow, unsure of what she was getting at, before nodding rapidly. “Yes, of course I do.”

“And do you want to marry him?” Her next question made you even more confused. What did this have to do with your nerves?

“More than anything.”

“Then keep your mind on that. Keep thinking about how excited you are to see him when you walk down that aisle.”

It was sound advice, and while thinking about it, you noticed you’d finally stopped pacing around the room, stood in one place. A knock sounding on the door brought you out of your thoughts, and you raced to open in, mindless of who might be standing there.

“Your highness, I was-“ Advisor Mayfeld stopped his words short upon seeing your current state of dress, eyes widening and wandering before he snapped out of it and lowered his gaze to the ground. It was widely known around the castle that you did not carry a sense of modesty when it came to things such as this. You thought of it as silly that a woman need cover up even more than you were now, unless she really wanted to. If you didn’t love galavanting through the castle halls in the flowing skirts and dresses, you would probably live life in your undergarments, or they were really all you needed. Mayfeld took in a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of what he’d seen. “The dressmaker is brining your garments, I told her I would make sure you’d been prepped… and as I’ve already seen, you are in fact prepped.”

You chuckled, taking the dressing robe from off the chair and wrapping it around your body for his sake. He was rather shy until you did so, and now that he saw the fabric swinging by your feet, he was able to finally look up.

“Thank you, Miggs… I have appreciated all your service today. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” you told him, a sweet smile appearing on your cheeks. He was so kind to do so many of the things he did for you, and you felt in his debt for it all.

“For me? I couldn’t ask for anything, your highness. Only that you are happy on this day.”

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, pulling away for see a blush spread across his face. He looked as if he wasn’t sure what to do, now. You thought you would spare him from having to figure it out himself.

“How is Din? Has he been anxious like me?” Your tone was rather playful, but you were very serious. You hoped he was alright, that there was no chance of him backing out. Truly, you knew he would never do that… but the doubtful part of you remembered his past, free of commitments and with the ability to go wherever he wanted.

You watched as Mayfeld’s face turned comical, and he almost laughed if it weren’t for the fact that he had an answer on the tip of his tongue.

“Anxious is not a good enough word, I’m afraid,” he bit his lip between sentences to keep hold of the laughter. “I’ve never seen the poor man so high strung.”

You understood now that Din was not nervous about commitment, or being with you, but about the anticipation of it all. Just as you were having to reel yourself into reality one moment at a time, you thought that maybe Din would have to do the same. You only hoped that Grogu was being helpful and not a tiny terror for him to deal with additionally.

Since the door was already open, the team of dress handlers and the maker herself walked through and into the room. They all marveled at you for a few moments before shooing Mayfeld into the hall and closing the door. The dress was in so many pieces, it was hard to keep up with what they were showing you.

You tried to nod along as if you understood half of what they were saying, but most of it went in one ear and out the other. Bo tried to keep her giggles of amusement to herself, but even she couldn’t help it… it was too happy of a day to keep everything inside for once.

The order of the dress layers went as follows: A small crinoline with scalloped ruffles hanging off the ends, a giant elliptical caged hoop-skirt, three layers of floor length petticoats that featured over two hundred yards of gathered flounces, two white underskirts, a mystical pearlized skirt layer, a lilac silk layer, a teal silk layer, and a soft transparent blue layer, topped with the shiniest, smallest gemstones you could ever imagine. Lastly came the beautiful bodice, of which had a narrow waistline, and a beautiful soft bertha across the shoulders to broaden your frame. It had tiny butterflies hand sewn into each tuck of fabric, and looked absolutely exquisite.

They ushered you towards the mirror, making you to look at yourself in the full wedding day glory they had achieved. You were speechless. You grew up reading fairytales about princesses and fairies, magical beings with dresses unlike no other. They always seemed like radiant angels when you read about them, you pictured them that way, too. Now, you couldn’t even believe your eyes. You had become a real life fairytale, in every way. This would be your magical wedding day, and the prince on the other side was your dream come true. He was beautiful, and held so much gentility in his large and capable body. You’d never know the things he was capable of by watching him, for his acts of sweetness were like that of a young school boy. You loved him so, and hoped he would like this dress as much as you did.

“I’ve never felt more beautiful in all my life,” you nearly cried, a small bit of fogginess coming to your eyes. “I am certain I will wear this dress until the last possible second.”

“We are so glad you’re pleased, dearest,” the dress maker came to you and took your hand into her own. “Your hunter is sure to be astonished.”

You smiled at her statement, and otherly at the way she mentioned Din as the hunter. Everyone still called him that, even though after today he was a prince consort. He would wear the title of royalty, and be your right hand at the throne. He would help you through all the trials of being a monarch, and he would do good for the people of this kingdom, you were sure of it.

You took a trial spin around the room, catching the beauty of the dress in the mirror. It sparkled like diamonds and moved like a watercolor painting.

“Your highness, we must be leaving soon, your carriage has arrived.”

You turned to the woman with a smile, nodding and beginning to follow her along with everyone else down the halls. It took two people to load you into the carriage once you got to it. The only other person allowed in was your sister, and even that was frowned upon, but by no means were you going to arrive by your lonesome. You were already as nervous as one can possibly be, and being alone on the journey to the grand church would have been all too much.

Looking out the window, you could have sworn you saw the outline of another carriage identical to this one, which was parked in place outside the grand entrance. Din was already here, and would be waiting at the altar for your arrival. Given the amount of other transportation outside, you were positive that the number of guests was rather large…. But the anticipation of finally being here, so close to seeing your love. It was as exciting as it was calming, and you prepared to disembark from the carriage as the doors were opened. “Watch the step, your majesty,” Mayfeld came to your side and met you by the opening, giving you a hand as the dress came spilling out of the carriage. He hadn’t seen the dress until now, and with you wearing it, he was entranced for a moment. “You look lovely…”

“Thank you, I feel lovely,” you spoke through a wide grin, feeling as though it was going to be a regular occurrence throughout the night. He had a red tint to his cheeks while interacting with you, and you weren’t sure why, but he seemed happy to be in your presence at least.

“It’s just right this way,” he offered his arm, but Bo Katan jumped in front of you, and you realized you’d forgotten something.

“Our florist would be in shambles if you left these in the carriage.”

Of course, your bouquet of white roses, the tips of the petals dyed blue to match your dress. Everything had been orchestrated so well, and you were in awe of everyone’s wonderful talents.

“Good luck,” she murmured, going on ahead of you and entering first.

Walking up the steps to the door, you heard the music begin to play. It was melodious and welcoming, and the second you were to be seen, everyone rose from their seats. It was intimidating as first, and made your blood run cold… until you saw him. Standing at the end of the pathway, all decked out in princely garb. He was stunning, but in your eyes, he always was. You locked eyes and from that moment, everything melted away. The people were gone from the room, and the music was only a faint echo in your mind. There was nothing now that could separate the two of you, and as you reached the end of the aisle you understood why. Your connection was strong, stronger than the force you held, and stronger than the past that kept you apart for so long.

He had tears in his eyes, and tried to blink them away as he took your hands in his. You handed your flowers to Bo, who’d stood beside you to your left.

“You’re so beautiful, sweet girl…”

You tried your best to keep yourself composed, as tears would surely ruin the hard work that was put into your face today… but you should have known you couldn’t help it when it came to him.

“And you look so handsome, my love,” you responded with, though it turned into a whisper at the end. He gave your hand a squeeze and and raised it to his lips for a kiss.

You both turned to face the front, and the minister began his long spiel.

“Marriage! Marriage is what brings us together today…”

-

After the service, everyone returned to the castle to retire for the evening. As per Mandalorian tradition, it was custom for the reception of the wedding to happen the day after the ceremony. It would then last a duration of two entire days while the newlyweds accepted gifts from neighboring kingdoms. Though tired from the day, you excitedly dragged Din by the hand through the halls to your new living quarters.

The King’s suite was even more magnificent than you imagined it would be, with the elaborate decor that well reflected the culture of this kingdom while also being comfortable and sooting. It was a beautiful blue and gold combination, the contrast in color was strong but it suited the beauty of the room.

Your dress was chasing behind you as you ran to the center of the suite and tossed yourself onto your back, sprawling out across the feather soft bed. You barely took up a quarter of the mattress, even with your monumentally sized gown. Your fit of giggles and love-crazy sighs were heard echoing across the room, and as Din closed the door behind him, he couldn’t help but smile at his beautiful, happy girl.

“You look comfortable,” he chided, sitting down onto the bed beside you and leaning over to stroke his fingers through your hair. You beamed up at him, your husband, the man whom at first had just stumbled into the worst possible hiding place in the entire world. Now he calls you his wife, and there’s nothing else you’d rather be.

“I would be if I could get this dress off. It’s gorgeous, but I don’t think it’s the best attire for bed.”

You sat up and reached behind you to start taking off the layers, but your hands couldn’t even reach the hooks on the back of the bodice. Damn be the beautiful, puffy bertha, which stood in the way of your shoulder’s full movement.

“Can you help me?” You turned to him, his face was hiding a smirk, and you could tell he found your struggle amusing.

“I think you almost had it,” he chided, a chuckle evident in his tone. You stopped what you were doing and faced him, moving the layers of your dress aside to sit partially on his lap. His expression changed almost immediately when you took his hands in yours, placing them on the back of your bodice. You looked him straight in the eyes, wanting him to understand your meaning in ridding yourself of the dress.

“Take it off.”

He hesitated… he’s never done that before.

“Mesh’la, are you sure?” He was so unsure of himself, afraid to make a wrong move or to scare you somehow.

“I am, I promise,” you whispered, leaning close to him and capturing his lips with your own, just like you’d done a hundred times before.

It was passionate, but it was easy after that… he slowly and expertly stripped away each layer, going back and forth and allowing you to do the same for him every time to make sure everything was comfortable for you. You misunderstood why you’d been so nervous in the days before, as now this act of love felt like it would be the best part of your life together… and oh how simple it was coming to you, the feel of him was something foreign but somehow familiar. Like you’d done it before, although you never had. Once you were bare of everything but your corset and chemise, he took his time in gently unlacing the material at your back, loosing it enough to unclasp the busk at your front. He tossed the corset to the ground with everything else, and one by one slid the straps of your chemise over your shoulders. He’s seen you in multiple states of undress before, but nothing could have prepared him for what you body looked like in its purest form.

He laid you back against the bed, being careful to maneuver himself around you as he removed his final undergarment. You spared only one glance downwards, trying to keep your eyes with his. They calmed you, and made you feel at peace.

“Can we try what you mentioned before?” You asked curiously, your mind wandering back to the conversation of a few nights prior. It was something he’d not soon forgotten, and it would be his pleasure to give you what you wanted.

“Of course, my love,” he leaned down and stole a quick kiss, before trailing his lips down the expanse of your body, the touch ever so ghostly and light. “Tap my shoulder if you want me to stop.”

You wondered why there could possibly be a reason to stop. Everything he’d done so far has given you the best feelings in the world.

Lowering his head closer to your heat, he exhaled, the warm wind of his breath shooting a tingling sensation through you. You instinctually wove your fingers through his hair, encouraging him to keep on. He went on to slowly lick a stripe up your center, and instantly you were on cloud nine. You were helpless to stop any sound that escaped you from now on.

He held a gentle hand over your hips, to stop them from bucking unintentionally, then he went back again, more ferociously this time. He used his mouth and tongue to further your pleasure, using his other hand to introduce a finger to your entrance.

“Din,” your sigh of his name was like a melody in his mind, and he used it as motivation.

You were so sensitive, it was unreal.

“Tell me how it feels, mesh’la..”

“Feels..” you momentarily trailed off, trying to grab ahold of any words that you could still speak. “Feels amazing.”

When he felt you begin to clench around his finger, he continued faster with his pace, ready to see what it was like when you let it all go. He was addicted to hearing you, and feeling you in this state. So angelic, so perfect, and all for him.

You squeezed the fistful of his hair in your fingers, feeling it all become undone within your body, with a wave of relief and a sensation of bliss washing over you.

Immediately he was back over you, watching with intent and helping you to ride out that luxurious feeling. It was something you felt like chasing again, but this time you needed him to feel that same ecstasy, needed to see him in this blissed out state you felt surround you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back for a kiss that tasted ever so slightly like salt.

His hold on you was so gentle, so delicate. He knew for a fact that you were not made of glass, but his subconscious may have lead his hands to believe that you were. He handled you with such care and utter devotion. This was his way of showing your effect on him… the way you made him lose his aggression and rough exterior, call it weakness, or call it true strength.

He positioned you in a way that he thought would be the most secure, your head resting on his forearm which he’d slipped beneath. He kept the other hand against the bed to brace himself, finally resting his hips between your spread legs. He was careful not to make any sudden movements, as now when you got close to the act itself, you seemed to show how anxious you really were over it. He wasn’t by any means a small man, and that fact alone was scary to think about. Your arms, though still wrapped around his neck for warmth, had nearly begun trembling against him.

“Tell me to stop, Mesh’la…”

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I need this… need to do this with you.”

He wasn’t sure if there was a pressure you felt, and he wanted to know if perhaps that was the case. You shouldn’t feel any obligation to him in this sense. This was something he craved for you to enjoy, and if you couldn’t, then he didn’t want any part in it.

“You don’t need to,” he paused, taking a breath and trying to calm himself down from the daze you’d put him into only moments ago. “Not if you don’t want you.”

Without missing a beat, you used one of your hands to make him look at you, to have him focus all of his attention on your eyes.

“I do want this, only with you.”

He saw that glint of sincerity in your eyes, it told him you were in this the whole way, and you were only nervous of how it would go. Truth be told, he was, too. He wanted nothing more than to make love to you all through the night and into the morning, but the speed of which it would have to take place could not be rushed.

He nodded, looking back down to where your bodies were almost joined, using his hand to guide himself towards your heat. You had ached for him by now, but once he stretched you open even the slightest bit, you squeezed your eyes closed, letting one hand befall the bed to clench the sheets in your fist. Of all the physical pain you bore in your life, you didn’t expect this to be as bad as it was.

Din stopped his movements and whispered soft words to you.

“Hey, open those eyes.” His voice was quiet, and soothing, “just look at me, alright? Keep those pretty eyes on me, sweet girl.”

You forced your gaze to his, focusing on the dark brown pools of bliss you’d fallen so deeply in love with. You were able to even your breathing, though it wasn’t until now that you realized it had been out of sorts. You reached the hand that had fallen, placing it at the side of his face. It was a grounding action, and helped to numb the slight pain that still pulsed. He turned his head to kiss your palm, his eyes closing as he savored the small and seemingly insignificant moment in all of this.

“Take a deep breath in,” he instructed quietly. He was so good to help you find the best way of experiencing such a thing. Though he regrets all of the meaningless conquests of his past, you were quite thankful for them, now. It was through his years of experience that you were now being well taken care of. “Breath out.”

As soon as you exhaled, he gently slid in further, nearly bottoming out within the pit of your stomach. He was restraining every muscle in his body from giving even the slightest thrust, because you just weren’t ready yet. He had to bury his face into your neck, softly biting the flesh to try and keep a sense of control. You whimpered at the feeling of his lips on your skin again, as well as the feeling of fullness you’d yet to experience until this moment.

“Keep breathing, love,” he staggered out into the spot behind your ear. He was well on his way by now, and the little sounds you made while he simply laid here with you like this, not even moving yet… it was driving him crazy. He’d had dozens of women in his chambers late at night, but never did he love them, and that was the difference. That was the reason he was so hellbent on making you feel everything good, and to hell with whatever he got out of it.

“Kiss me?” You asked him sweetly, eyes trying to meet his, though his face was still nestled into the confines of you shoulder and neck. He did not let your request go unanswered. Kissing you was one of the things he liked doing best. His lips were so swollen, but then again, yours must have been, too.

He couldn’t help the small movement of his hips retreating and sinking back in, it was too natural of a movement, and you felt so good around him. He was a victim of remaining still for too long.

You tensed up, slightly unsure of the unexpected movement, and he backed away several inches from you in fear that he may have caused some pain unintentionally.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking aside and holding himself still once more for a time indefinite. This was supposed to be slow, and he felt that even just rushing one part of it could ruin everything. He wanted it to be perfect, because you were perfect… damn him if he should tarnish that.

“Do it again.” Your whispered command hit his ears like music. He focused back on your face, seeing the lust form in your eyes. He’d never seen that glaze before, but it looked good on you.

Who was he to deny you? He slowly withdrew once before he gave a slight thrust this time, testing the waters of what you could handle. If your heavy breathing was any indication, only being interrupted by little noises of pleasure, he’d say you were taking it very well. After a few more slow movements, he found a rhythm that seemed to have just fallen over his hips naturally. He had never known pleasure like this before, where all he had to do was look at you and it spread through him like wildfire.

He escalated his pace only slightly, taking note of every expression change on your face. When he noticed the blissed out look wash over you, he understood how good he was making you feel, and that drove him closer to a high he had been building up to for weeks, now. He captured your lips in a kiss that lasted only a second, and pressed his forehead to yours thereafter.

“You’re doing so good f’me, mesh’la,” he choked out, leaning on his one arm while moving the other down by your hip. He massaged the skin slowly, kneading it and letting it slightly redden beneath his fingers. He wanted to touch you everywhere, all at once… to feel your entire being and to worship it in its entirety.

He didn’t even realize how fast his speed picked up until he could hear the sound of his hips repeatedly hitting yours. It wasn’t rough, and it wasn’t hard, but it was fast, and getting faster. Your cries of needing release were left from your lips, though you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on the sounds you made, only the grunts and groans and whispers falling from the mouth of your lover.

“Taking me so good, sweet girl… so good.”

“Din…” You were like putty in his hands, and the knot in your stomach that was closer to unraveling was making you feel like you were at the edge of another release. You wanted it, needed it, badly.

“I know you’re close, my love.”

He was on the verge of his own high, but chased yours first. He gathered your knee into his hand that straggled down by your hip, hoisting it up and over his back in order to give you a new sensation, the angle he thrusted into now caused a shaky whimper to leave your parted lips. Your lower half started shaking, and your hips involuntarily bucked into him for more. You weren’t even sure you had control over it, but it helped to get you even further towards the release.

It was like fire burning in the pit of your core, aching and begging to be extinguished. He leaned back down towards your ear, and you could hear every little sound he made. Every little grunt or gasp or breath was right there, and it caused something in you to snap.

All at once you felt a relief in your body, washing over you in the most pleasure you felt you could ever know. It was euphoric, and purely bliss. You clung to Din, digging your fingertips into his back and shoulders while you breathed shakily on the way down from the elation. Not long after did he jerk his hips forward once more, spilling out a warmth within you that felt heavenly. He held you like you were his lifeline, the very air that he breathed.

He’d never been so satisfied before. This was everything he ever needed and more.

“You’re amazing, y’know?”

You looked to see his smile, and by chain reaction, you began to smile as well. He was so pretty like this, his tan skin all covered with a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was messy and curls hung down in his face. He was a vision of loveliness, and he was all for you. Your husband, the wonderful treasure of your life.

”I love you, Din Djarin,” you spoke with just a breath, removing a curl from his eyes.

“And I love you… the most beautiful girl in all the world.”

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[phoenixyfriend]

In which the Obitine baby is mostly for politics, but at least a little to piss off Jango

Setting: For whatever reason, Korda VI and Galidraan haven't happened. Jaster is Mand'alor, Jango his heir. The True and the New are working together relatively successfully. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon did have the mission with Satine, because Death Watch is still a thing.

Slightly post-TPM. Obi-Wan needs to do a mission in Mandalorian space. He brings Anakin with him, but he can't bring the kid to a lot of the mission bits, which means that Anakin gets left with Bo-Katan as his babysitter, as often as not.

Premise: Now, Jango, deeply infatuated with Obi-Wan, and jealous that Obi-Wan wants to visit with Satine regularly. Jango has been contemplating proposing to Obi-Wan, who is... well, he respects Jango as a fighter, and the sex was decent, but he's not interested in anything more than the hookup. Most of the AU would be from Jango's POV, with occasional bits from Jaster or Obi-Wan, who are very tired of his nonsense.

And I just think.

It would be really funny if Obi-Wan avoided sex with Jango for this entire mission, with Jango building up his hopes and dreams and getting ever more infatuated... and then at the end it comes out that Obi-Wan had snuck off to see Satine multiple times in private (because Jango was being a jealous moron who was trying to monopolize his time). Satine, during those meetings, had asked Obi-Wan for a very particular favor: get her pregnant.

She needs an heir, eventually. She's never built up an interest in anyone else (it's not true love, though she does still love him; she's just really demi). Since her father is still alive and she's of a decent age to do it safely, she'd like to get a pregnancy over with, and time with her child, before she has to take over as Duchess. If the Duke retires when Satine is thirty, then she'll have at least four or five years with her child before she has to be a greater target for assassinations than she already is.

(And by that point, if the baby is Force Sensitive, then it'll be about the right age to go to the Temple instead.)

Obi-Wan is the obvious choice for baby daddy. She still loves him, and she knows from prior experience that he's a blast to have in bed, and she has a backup plan if a war breaks out for a safe place to send the kid, even if they're not Sensitive. Obi-Wan's into her, and he's not interested in fighting for custody or marrying her for power, and she's maybe fantasized about what their kids could look like.

With the knowledge that Satine is fully aware of how Obi-Wan can't be around to marry her or be a 'proper' father, and that she's certainly wealthy enough to raise the child on her own, Obi-Wan sees no problem with this. He pings the Council to let them know, gets approval, and goes ahead with enough sexytimes during her ovulation period to Make Baby.

Anyway. Just the mental image of Jango pining away throughout the mission, and at the very end when Obi-Wan is ready to leave, he's about to propose... and instead, Satine comes running up to Obi-Wan like "it worked! I'm pregnant! We're having a baby!"

Delighted noises and hugging and Obi-Wan spins her around in congratulation. He's a bit confused at first because, well, she's having a baby, he's just a sexy sperm donor, not they, but then he sees her glance at Jango when the latter can't see and it's like Oh, You Wanted Him To Know It's Mine.

Anakin is incredibly excited to have a little sibling. No, no, you cannot tell him this is not a little sibling. Satine's baby is also Obi's baby, and Obi's baby is Anakin's sibling. So there.

Bo-Katan is just glad that Anakin's leaving, because she's really tired of digging him out of the fighter ship engines. The kid is not qualified to be messing around with those! How does he keep escaping her to fuck with hyperspace engines! GET BACK HERE.

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[wanderingjedi77]

Bo Katan x Fem! Reader (This is the Way)

Summary: Bo Katan is new to the covert. You just want to make her feel at home. Part 1 of 2.

You had waited in the shadows when Din had arrived with his new travel companion, the Nite Owl Bo Katan. Your brother had been declared an apostate some months ago, and you were happy he was back. Happy he and Grogu had returned unscathed and that he was being welcomed back into the tribe. Like this Nite Owl was.

You liked her armor, you decided. Painted blue with Owl markings on her helmet. You liked the way she carried herself. The way she glowed in the darkness of the caves.

Maybe it was a good thing Din became an apostate.

When the greetings were over and most of the Mandalorians had dispersed, you watched Din for a few moments as he talked with Bo Katan. He wasn't paying attention to you, but he probably hadn't even noticed you. Which meant it was the perfect opportunity to ambush him.

You mpved quickly, coming in from the side hard enough to knock your shoulder into Din's, making him stumble to the side with suprise before turning to glare at you.

"Y/n? I'm happy to see you but did you really have to do that?" Din fired at you, sighing. He loved you. He really did. But sometimes he wished he could feed you to the alligator turtle.

"You haven't introduced me to your friend yet big brother." You tell him with your hands raised. "Too bad you don't have much of a brain bucket head."

Din sighed and rolled his eyes. "This shrimp is my little, adopted sister y/n. She's usually this rude, so I would suggest you learn to put up with her."

You snorted. "I'm only rude to you."

"Yeah, that means your still rude."

You flip him off, and Din laughs before pulling you into a one-armed hug as Bo watches, amused.

"So you're the famous Bo Katan of House Kryze." You look at Bo and smile under your helmet. "Would it be appropriate to call you Princess or my lady?" You offer softly.

Bo laughs a little. "Both are acceptable." She pauses. "I wasn't expecting a warm reception."

"Why? We're all Mandalorians?" You reply. "And you were bathed in the living waters, your following the creed."

Din nods. "She's right. You also saved my life."

"Bonus points." You joke and Din laughs. You shift on your feet. "Would you like a tour?"

"...of your cave?" Bo teases.

You snorted. "It's not a cave. It's a home." You look at Din. "We won't be long."

"Alright. Just remember how upset the Armorer was when you were late to training last time. Don't take too long sister."

You shrug. "I know I know. I'll see you soon Din." You watched as he walks away, and turn to Bo; a bounce in your step as you take her hand and hold it, startling Bo a little.

"Sorry." You drop your hand. "I got a little too excited." You laugh nervously and Bo smiles.

"Din never mentioned you were so enthusiastic."

"Well...it keeps me going." You shrug and start to walk down a series of tunnels. You carefully point out the nursery, the common room, and the library as you go along. "It's going to be rather short. I'm learning how to forge."

"You're the Armorers Apprentice?" Bo asks, and she gives you a once over. Your rather small, and don't look particularly strong. But Bo also knows not to judge a Mando by their Beskar.

"Yeah, I have been since I was a kid, and they rescued me." You reply. "She paired Din and I up as battle buddies and things grew from there. I didn't have a family before I came here." You admit. "That's what's so nice about the tribe. We take care of each other."

"Even someone like me?" Bo asks warily.

"Especially people like you." You reply warmly. "You're not alone anymore, Lady Kryze."

Bo turns away for a moment and nods. "Not with you, I'm not." The comment is a little sarcastic, you think, but Bo sounds kind? You hesitate, and Bo looks at you again. "You have a way with welcoming people."

"I'm okay." You reply shyly and stop in front of a room. "This is your room. You get it all to yourself."

Bo looks in the whole in the wall of the cave. There's a bed, a chair and a storage crate. "Thank you."

"Anytime." You reply. You hesitate because you want to see more of Bo but don't want to scare her. "I could show you the ropes." You offer, and are delighted by Bo's laugh.

"Oh? Could you?" She teases, and your heart skips a beat.

"Oh. I'm a great tour guide." You tilt your head, and add; "Just as long as my big brother doesn't get in the way."

"No. We can't have that, can we?" Bo replies smoothly. "I'll find you tomorrow and you can teach me more about your tribe."

"This is the way." You reply automatically.

"This is the way." Bo answers after a moment, and you give her a bow as you depart. Waving over your shoulder and almost colliding with another mandalorian if the tribe. They gently push you away with a sigh and you apologise, Bo watching you go.

Maybe being part of the watch wouldn't be so bad after all. So long as she had you.

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