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swan-of-sunrise · 8 months

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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Four)

Summary: Clan Mudhorn enjoys the quiet calm of their homestead on Nevarro, and Din and (Y/N) discuss an important decision for the future of their little family.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: And here we’ve arrived at the end of Season 3 with a short but super-sweet ending! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Four The Homestead (Previous Chapter)

Although Din had visited Nevarro more times than any other planet in the galaxy, it wasn’t until the three of them moved into the cabin on the modest tract of land gifted to them by High Magistrate Karga that he realized just how beautiful the planet was. They lived on the very outskirts of town – close enough to hear the comings and goings of freighter and trade ships by the city gates but far enough away to maintain their much-needed privacy – and from his chair on the porch, Din was able to admire their sprawling tract of land; the land was interspersed with several trees and bushes that provided the wildlife with shade, and there was even a little pond by the cabin’s foot path, where Grogu was currently playing with one of the many frogs.

Din took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of the gentle breeze caressing the bare skin of his face and ruffling his hair, and leaned back in his chair as he crossed his legs and propped them up on the porch rail. “Mesh’la…” He smiled when he noticed the child using the Force to levitate the frog, but the familiar gleam in his son’s wide eyes suddenly gave him pause and caused him to call out, “No, Grogu, you’ll spoil your dinner! (Y/N)’s bringing home dinner from the market, remember?” His resolve started to crumble when a dejected Grogu lowered the frog back into the pond and he heaved a relenting sigh. “How about a cookie instead?” Grogu let out a happy coo and leapt through the air, landing on Din’s outstretched legs with a toothy smile on his face; Din chuckled before reaching into his trouser’s pocket and carefully withdrawing one blue cookie from the packet he kept from the mischievous child. “All right, kid, take the cookie.” In the blink of an eye, the cookie flew out of Din’s hand and he snatched it out of the air, taking a big bite of the sweet treat while Din watched with a grin. “Good job, ad’ika! Just don’t tell your mother about this, okay?” Grogu nodded as he enjoyed his cookie, and Din’s smile grew when he heard the hum of a familiar engine in the distance. “Speaking of your mother…”

Leaving Grogu on the porch to finish up his contraband, Din walked around the cabin’s corner and leaned against a stack of cargo crates as he watched the approaching land-speeder. Thanks to (Y/N)’s bartering skills, they obtained a secondhand land-speeder for traveling to and from the city with ease; Din and Grogu spent time tuning up the engine while (Y/N) worked on hand-sewing a commission from Bo-Katan – new flight suits for the dozen Mandalorian survivors and the covert’s foundlings who found themselves going through sudden growth spurts – and in the process, Din learned the hard way that Grogu preferred to play with the tools over learning how to make repairs. They usually kept their land-speeder docked beside the N-1, which was where (Y/N) parked before jumping out and walking up to him with her arms laden with canvas bags. “Hi, sweetheart! Did you have a good day?”

“Mm-hmm, I finally got the kriffing water pump working again and Grogu helped me clean up the garden.” Din leaned down to give her lips a quick peck and took the bags from her. “How was the market, alor’ad?”

“It was great!” They walked into the cabin and when Din set the bags down onto the kitchen counter, (Y/N) began to unpack them as she continued. “I picked up more thread and even found a vendor selling buttons, so I’ll be able to finish Bo-Katan’s order and we can drop it off on Mandalore on our way to meet Captain Teva on Adelphi next week. The port manager told me that Boba’s shipment of sewing equipment from Tatooine is halfway through the Hydian Way, and she told me that we can borrow a port cart to transport the shipment home when it arrives the day after tomorrow. Oh, and the Anzellans said that we can pick R5 up tomorrow; his tune-up went very well, but he’s really looking forward to coming home with us.”

Hearing his wife call their tract of land home sent a feeling of warmth throughout Din’s body and he took a moment to admire her; the light filtering through the kitchen window from planet’s setting sun illuminated her stunning features, and the combination of the happy sparkle in her (Y/E/C) eyes and the beautiful smile gracing her face made him once again thank the Maker for placing her in his path all those cycles ago. “I’m glad that you’ve had such a productive day, but it sounds like you could use a little relaxation. How about we crack open that bottle of Coruscant mead after the kid falls asleep tonight?”

“Mmm, I knew that I married a brilliant man,” The captain replied with a grin, curling her fingers around the collar of his tunic and pulling him down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Din hummed in pleasure but just as he placed his hands on her waist and started to deepen their kiss, a cheerful coo sounded throughout the cabin and they separated to see Grogu jump up onto the counter beside them. “Hi, little guy! Did you have a nice day here with your father?” The child gave her an emphatic nod, and Din’s eyes widened as (Y/N) reached over to gently brush several blue crumbs off the collar of his robe. “Ah, I see that someone let you have a cookie before dinner…”

Din quickly rearranged his expression into one of innocence when (Y/N) gave him a pointed glare. “Who, me? Ner cyar’ika alor’ad, that doesn’t sound at all like something I’d do.”

Unconvinced, (Y/N) scooped Grogu up into her arms and pressed a kiss onto his wrinkled head. “Well, since you managed to get yourself messy, little guy, you’ll have to have a bath before dinner…” Grogu grunted in displeasure, having never been too fond of baths, and (Y/N) smiled sweetly up at Din before placing the disgruntled child into his arms. “And you’ll be giving him his bath, sweetheart. Have fun!”

The captain disappeared into their bedroom to change and Din watched her saunter away for a moment before heaving a half-amused, half-exasperated sigh. “Okay, kid, let’s get this over with. And no Force-tricks with the water this time, got it?”

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Later that evening, after the three of them had eaten their dinner together and they’d put Grogu to bed, Din and (Y/N) found themselves lying on the flat roof of their cabin and drinking Coruscant mead while they watched meteors streaking across the starry night sky high above them.

“You know,” Din’s fingers drummed against his stomach as his eyes followed the flashes of light dancing across the sky. “Mandalorians have a phrase for this.”

With her arms folded to cushion the back of her head, (Y/N) glanced over at him and arched a curious brow. “A word for getting tipsy off of expensive mead and watching a meteor shower?”

“Mir’sheb.” He smiled and shook his head in loving exasperation as his wife giggled. “It’s a phrase that encapsulates the state of peace and rest: Suum ca’nara.”

They both returned their gazes to the night sky and (Y/N) hummed to herself. “Summ ca’nara. It’s a beautiful phrase, sweetheart…but I’m not sure that we’ve achieved it just yet.”

Din’s brow furrowed and he rolled onto his side so that he could see the captain’s face; her expression was nothing but pensive as she stared transfixed up at the meteors and stars above, but there was something lingering in her voice that told him she was deep in thought. “The Mandalorian factions have united as one, Mandalore has been reclaimed from Imperial control, and Moff Gideon is dead. We’re working as independent contractors for the New Republic, our clan has a home to call our own, and you can finally work towards your dream of owning your own seamstress shop. What more could we possibly want?”

“It’s just…” (Y/N) bit her lip and took a deep breath before meeting his eyes. “I was thinking that maybe…well, maybe Grogu would like having a little brother or sister someday. What do you think?”

Din could feel his heart hammering away in his chest as he processed his wife’s words and while she waited for him to reply, he envisioned the remarkable future she presented him with. A baby who resembled both of their parents was peacefully sleeping in a floating pram while (Y/N) worked on a half-finished gown to rival the very best that royal Naboo seamsters could offer, and Din was hard at work training Grogu the Way of the Mandalore outside their modest cabin; Clan Mudhorn would expand from three to four and thanks to their hard efforts, Din and (Y/N) would raise their children in a galaxy that was safer than ever before. It was the sort of future that Din never allowed himself to long for before meeting (Y/N) and even after marrying her, it was one that always seemed impossible for them to achieve. But as he looked down into her (Y/E/C) eyes and saw all the happiness glimmering within them despite living a life filled with sacrifice, hardships and loss – a life so similar to the one he’d lived before crossing paths with the captain and the child – Din realized that as long as (Y/N) and Grogu were by his side, they could achieve the future he’d always dreamed of.

As a smile slowly spread across his face, Din leaned down and gently cradled the hopeful captain’s cheek with a steady hand. “We’re gonna have our hands full, you know.”

“Mm-hmm. Any baby of ours is bound to inherit their father’s bounty hunter’s stubbornness.”

“And they’re certainly gonna be as intelligent as their smuggler mother.”

“A baby that’s a perfect blend of the two of us being raised alongside a Force-wielding Mandalorian apprentice,” (Y/N) mused, a playful gleam in her eyes brought on by their rapport. “Sounds like one hell of an adventure to me.”

Din nodded as his thumb caressed the soft skin of her cheek. “An adventure I’d only ever go on with you by my side, alor’ad.”

Beaming with happiness, (Y/N) flung her arms around his neck as their lips soon met in a kiss filled with burning desire, the pair of them spending the evening locked in a passionate embrace as the stars shone high above and the promise of their suum ca’nara filled the warm night air.

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Mando’a Translations:

Ad’ika-Son Alor’ad-Captain Ner cyar’ika alor’ad-My darling captain Mir’sheb-Smart-ass Suum ca’nara-The state of blissful rest and peace

A/N: And there we have it! Once again, I'd like to thank you all for reading, commenting and reblogging of this fic, it means so, so much to me! The adventures of the Mandalorian and the Captain will continue once Season 4 is released but until then, I'll try my best to update with deleted/extended scenes or small blurbs, so stay tuned for that!

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 10 months

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Taking Care of Business

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor,

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader x Memphis Mafia

Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, Jerry Schilling, Sonny West

Summary: You help the boys take care of business.

Tags/Warnings: Reverse Harem, Memphis Mafia, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Double Penetration, Vaginal Sex, Foursome F/M/M/M, Wife Sharing, Reader and Elvis are Married, Blowjobs [mentioned], Oral Sex [Mentioned], Orgasms, Creampie, Made For The Mafia Series

Notes: Another instalment of smutty summer Saturdays. Enjoy <3

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‘Are you sure you can do this mama?’ Elvis said staring up at you. You could feel him against you, the tip of his cock slick as it nudged through your folds though his face was one of concern. No not concern, he wasn’t worried but like with everything he was always making sure you were okay with what was happening. ‘Think so,’ you said. ‘I’m gonna need more certainty than that honey,’ he said as his hand clasped onto your hand both of which were pressed onto his chest. He was laying underneath you watching you closely. ‘Yes,’ you said with a nod, ‘I can do it.’ ‘We’ll go slow, okay?’ he said his baby blue eyes trying to emit as much reassurance as he could with one look. ‘Okay,’ you nodded. ‘You ready?’ he said. Again, you nodded looking down as his hand moved to grasp his shaft. He teased the tip through your folds for a second, the precum oozing from it helping it glide easily, and then he placed himself at your entrance and thrust his hips forward until he bottomed out. He felt like heaven and the sensation of it made your eyes flutter closed as you enjoyed every inch he had to offer. ‘Fuck baby you feel tight tonight,’ he grunted. ‘Feels so good E,’ you moaned as he found a rhythm. ‘You’re telling me,’ he said as his hands moved to your hips keeping you stationary as he continued to fuck up into you. ‘You think you’re ready?’ he said after a moment. ‘Yes,’ you breathed. ‘Son?’ you heard him say though you kept your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feel of him. ‘Here,’ Sonny said. You felt him climb onto the bed behind you and station himself in between Elvis’ legs ‘Go slow okay?’ Elvis said. ‘You got it boss,’ he said. It struck you as odd. That no matter the situation Elvis and the boys could always make it feel as though they were talking about something simple like the weather. And not as though your husband was asking one of his best friend not to fuck you too fast in case you couldn’t actually take two cocks at once as theorised. You felt Sonny’s hand on your waist as he steadied himself, his other no doubt pumping his cock as you felt him line himself up. Elvis’s movements slowed allowing his friend to push in until both of them were buried to the hilt inside you. It felt different from before but not entirely pleasant. As Sonny started to move Elvis did too and your eyes flew open as you suddenly felt a stinging sensation that made you whimper. ‘Fuck, Son stop,’ Elvis said looking up at you now with actual concern in his eyes, ‘you okay?’ ‘Yeah,’ you lied. ‘Doll,’ he said warningly. ‘It’s okay,’ you swallowed closing your eyes as you tried to adjust, ‘I’m sure it’ll feel good in a minute just keep moving.’ ‘Are you sure?’ you heard Sonny ask though it seemed as though his voice was stiff as though he didn’t want an honest answer. ‘Yeah,’ you said looking down at Elvis and offering him a smile, ‘please?’ ‘Okay,’ Elvis nodded taking your hand to his lips so he could kiss it as his hips started finding a rhythm. Sonny started moving too though it was considerably faster than his counterpart. ‘Jer come here,’ Elvis said waving an arm for his friend he couldn’t catch sight of. He could’ve looked to his right to see Jerry sitting in the chair he had taken to spent and exhausted, but his eyes didn’t leave you. ‘What’s up EP?’ he asked again with such casualness he could have been asking if Elvis had seen the football the other night. ‘Distract her will ya,’ Elvis asked. ‘EP,’ Jerry said uncertainly. You supposed he had a point to question it. You’d all always agreed whatever happened would only happen if everyone was comfortable. And the way your tight cunt was being stretched out right now wasn’t exactly comfortable. ‘Just until it starts to feel good,’ Elvis said glancing at Jerry who looked unsure for a moment and then nodded. ‘God I hope that’s soon cos this feels like fuckin heaven,’ Sonny grunted. Jerry paid no mind to him and you watched as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside you as your thighs touched. You watched him and though he smiled at you, you could tell it was because he was waiting for you to give him the okay. You didn’t bother. Elvis was right. You were sure it was going to get good soon that was the reason you hadn’t told them to stop. So instead you grabbed Jerry by the back of the neck and kissed him. He fell forward bracing himself as his hands met your waist. He tasted sweet something that made you blush as you remembered his mouth had been buried in the exact hole his friends were stretching out not twenty minutes ago. In fact, the orgasm he’d given you whilst you had your husband's cock at the back of your throat was the reason you’d found yourself slick enough to even contemplate taking two of them. You were so focused on making out you didn’t realise his hand had moved from your waist until you found yourself moaning into his mouth as his hand caressed your chest, his thumb and forefinger pinching at your sensitive nipple. He lingered there for a moment before his fingers traced down you until they reached your slick folds. He teased a finger through them, trailing it around your clit which made you shiver - something that earned a groan of appreciation from the other boys. ‘Her neck, kiss her neck,’ Elvis grunted from below the pair of you as the rhythm of his hips grew quicker. Jerry’s lips migrated down your jaw, nipping and sucking at your neck in a way that made your pussy automatically throb in response. As you pulsed around them Elvis and Sonny groaned again. ‘Fuck man whatever you’re doing keep going,’ Sonny said as his hands gripped your hips tighter. Everything was everywhere all at once. Hands caressed, rubbed and gripped every inch of you. Jerry’s mouth continued to ravish your neck sending throbs to your cunt which meant that the discomfort you had been feeling was now long gone. ‘Oh god,’ you panted, ‘feels good now.’ ‘Feels fuckin amazing,’ Sonny grunted, ‘fuck I ain’t gonna last.’ ‘Me either,’ Elvis said, ‘you close doll?’ You nodded unable to speak as Jerry continued to play with your clit in a way that was starting to make you see stars. He had pulled back now, watching you as his fingers moved deftly around your swollen bud. ‘Oh my god. Fuck right there,’ you whimpered. ‘Come on baby,’ Elvis said, ‘cum for us doll.’ ‘Oh god,’ you said as your cunt started to spasm, sweet relief running through you like electricity. You fell into Jerry your head in the crook of his neck as he caught you keeping you in place. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna,’ Sonny said pulling out of you before he did which caused thick ropes of cum to splatter up your ass and back. You trembled against Jerry, your pussy still fluttering around the only cock left in you making Elvis cum without warning inside you. The only man allowed to. ‘Christ,’ he groaned as he stared to slow his rhythm, the mess of it all gathering between you as he pulled out. Once his eyes opened he reached for you, pulling you from where you had been nestled against Jerry watching the ecstasy on his face. You fell forward, your chest hitting him with a slap neither of you seemed to care about. As his blue eyes met yours a lopsided grin befell his face. He held you to him, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek so that he could lean up to kiss you tenderly, an act that had you all aflutter once more though in a different way. When you pulled back he opened his eyes watching you adoringly for a second before he pushed the pair of you up into a sitting position. ‘Did I do good?’ you said breathlessly. Your chest was heaving but you didn’t care. ‘You always do good doll,’ he said. ‘Just wanna make you happy,’ you said. ‘Well you managed that,’ Sonny chuckled and you glanced over to see him slipping his boxers back on. Your attention was snapped back though as you felt Elvis move a strand of hair off your face. ‘What about you doll?’ he asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck. ‘What about me?’ you asked. ‘Did we make you happy?’ he asked pecking your lips though you captured his and kept him in place. ‘Always do,’ you mumbled against his lips. When you pulled back he was watching you closely, his eyes full of adoration. ‘What?’ you asked. ‘Nuthin’,’ he smirked, ‘just wondering how guys like us got lucky enough to have a girl like you.’ ‘Oh it’s nothing,’ you said with a smile, ‘just takin’ care of business, right?’ ‘Taking care of business,’ he agreed with a smirk.

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vintage-tigre · 5 months

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Bruce Lee, 1972

#bruce lee #martial arts #taking care of business #aesthetic #vintage #old school cool #70s style #70s aesthetic #70s fashion #style #kung fu

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epforeverohyes · 1 year

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Elvis in 1969 at the International Hotel press conference in Las Vegas, Nevada, where he spoke about his new show residency.

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mysteryman1940 · 2 days

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When the boss wants a meeting with you in his "office".

#toilet humour #taking a dump #youtube #pooping scene #taking care of business

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testoster0ne · 4 months

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jake

#male #meat #taking care of business #video

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loveboatinsanity · 2 months

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#jim belushi #taking care of business

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presleysgirl6 · 1 year

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These two photos have been circulating the internet today so I had to share them as well! Below I decided to post some other photos taken of him in the same outfit/date that I’ve had in my camera roll for a while and my gosh he is just so handsome 🥵

Below I also included the original photo that was found on an eBay listing

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Starting the year off with some new Elvis stuff. 🤭

#elvis presley #taking care of business #Elvis 56

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swan-of-sunrise · 1 year

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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Thirty-Five)

Summary: (Y/N) struggles to find her place within her husband’s Mandalorian covert and while he’s away on a rescue mission with Bo-Katan, she finds herself unexpectedly bonding with Grogu.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a brief description of a panic attack

A/N: And here we’ve got our second big-ass creature trying to kill the Mandalorians lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Thirty-Five The Foundling (Previous Chapter)

The day after they arrived at the Mandalorian covert and were welcomed into their ranks, (Y/N) found herself to be the center of attention for the covert’s younger members and even a handful of the adults. They hadn’t grown up around non-Mandalorians and were rarely exposed to cultures outside of their own, so it was understandable that they were drawn to her and wanted to learn as much as they could about her adventurous life; while the rest of the covert ran through their drills – shooting, flying, climbing and hand-to-hand combat techniques – on the shore of the great lake, several young apprentices managed to sneak away from their training to visit (Y/N), who was working on tuning up their N-1 Starfighter after all the recent battles it had gone through.

“Is this starfighter really from Naboo?”

(Y/N) smiled and gave the red-helmeted girl a nod before continuing to tighten one of the engines’ loose bolts. “Mm-hmm, they were once originally commissioned by the Queen of Naboo. Din and I bought this one on Tatooine and after a little bit of work, it flies better than it ever did when it was brand new.”

An older boy lifted one of the younger ones so that he could see into the open cockpit. “Have you been flying long?”

“Since I was about his age,” She gestured to the boy he’d just set back down and grabbed a bundle of steel wool to begin scrubbing at the carbon scoring near the droid port. “I actually first learned to fly in an old starfighter just like this one.”

“Can you teach us how to fly?”

“Um…”

(Y/N) was spared from answering by an older Mandalorian, who approached them with his arms crossed over his beskar-covered chest. “It is time to focus on your drills now, young ones.” The group of children bid her goodbye and the older Mandalorian gave her a nod before following them back towards the active part of the shoreline.

“You’re pretty popular around here.”

She glanced over to see Bo-Katan leaning against the side of the starfighter. “With the kids, sure, but I’m not too certain about the adults; it’s hard to get a read on people who cover their faces and don’t speak unless they have to.”

The Nite Owl shrugged noncommittally. “They like you. They’re just taking the time to feel you out before they start opening up around you.” She looked past (Y/N) and chuckled. “Speaking of the kids, I think that husband of yours is trying to introduce your foundling to the drills.”

(Y/N) turned around and looked across the crowded shoreline to see Din placing Grogu down on the sand outside the semicircle of Mandalorians watching two children wrestle; she tossed the bundle of steel wool aside and marched down the beach towards the pair, reaching them just as the boy wearing a blue-colored helmet won his match. “Din, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“If he is ever to rise from foundling to apprentice, he must learn.” Her husband looked up and over at her, and she could hear the gentle reassurance in his modulated voice when he quietly added, “He’ll be okay, alor’ad. I promise.”

“He’s not the one that I’m worried about,” (Y/N) mumbled back, causing Bo-Katan to snort in amusement as she joined them at the edge of the gathering. The only real training that Grogu received to hone his skills with the Force came from his brief time with Luke Skywalker, and (Y/N) often wondered if the child had truly gotten enough instruction with the Jedi; she didn’t want him to overexert himself or accidentally hurt someone while using the Force, and she wasn’t exactly keen on him trying his powers out on an unsuspecting Mandalorian apprentice only a day after they’d been welcomed into the covert.

Din raised a gloved hand. “Judge!” One of the older Mandalorians turned and strode across the semicircle to stand before them. “He challenges.”

The judge glanced down at Grogu, who cooed in curiosity, before looking back up at Din. “He is too small.”

“I am his ward. Proceed.”

The judge turned to (Y/N) and after she gave him a nod, he asked, “What weapon?”

Din nodded towards the boy with the blue-colored helmet. “Let the challenged decide.”

The young apprentice crossed his arms over his chest and defiantly stared down at his small challenger. “Darts.”

“Bring the training darts!”

As another Mandalorian left to fetch the practice weapons, the boy tilted his helmeted head to the side. “Why doesn’t he wear a helmet?”

“He is too young to speak the Creed,” Din patiently explained. “And so, too young to wear a helmet.”

“Then he’s too young to fight.”

(Y/N) arched a brow at the boy’s blatant attitude and bit her lip to keep from retorting, but her husband had no compunction about countering his pointed words. “‘One does not speak unless one knows.’ Is that not the Creed?”

The boy shrugged his shoulder. “Well, I know.”

“Perhaps this lesson is for you, then.”

The defensive edge to the Mandalorian’s modulated voice as he verbally sparred with the apprentice forced (Y/N) to clear her throat to mask her chuckles. The judge’s assistant returned with a metal box and promptly handed it over. “The training darts.”

Kneeling on the sand, the judge set the box down and opened its lid. “Fighters, arm yourselves.”

Bo-Katan volunteered to help Grogu prepare for his match, taking one of the devices and kneeling before him to fasten it around his tiny wrist. “Don’t worry, my dad was the same way. He’s just proud of you.”

“We both are,” (Y/N) added, bending over to roll up the cuff of his sleeve and affectionately rub his large ear. “You take it easy on him, little guy. Okay?”

Grogu babbled in response and when both women moved to stand on either side of Din, the judge took a step forward. “Each has three darts. You may fire the darts in any order. Each direct hit scores one point. A mark must be visible to score. One round, highest score wins.”

When the child looked uncertainly over his shoulder at them, Din crouched down and mimed what to do for his benefit. “Squeeze your fist to launch the darts.” Grogu cooed and Din nodded. “You’ll be fine.”

“He doesn’t know how to fire darts?” Bo-Katan quietly asked, and (Y/N) could imagine that her eyes were widening in disbelief beneath her beskar helmet.

“He’s got this,” Din reassured her as he straightened and rested a gloved hand against the small of (Y/N)’s back. “Trust me.”

The judge stepped back to give both combatants their space. “Ready…begin!” Quick as a flash, the apprentice fired a dart and hit Grogu directly in the chest, its yellow paint splattering across his robe and drawing an indignant squeal from the child. “Point!”

Grogu looked over his shoulder at Din in obvious displeasure, but he merely shrugged and gestured towards the apprentice. “Don’t look at me, look at him.”

“Ready…begin!” The apprentice’s second dart hit Grogu’s chest. “Point!”

(Y/N) impulsively took a knee. “Grogu?” She gave the child a patient smile when he turned around to face her and she quietly continued. “I’ve seen what you can do. It’s okay, show them.”

Grogu cooed and his large eyes gleamed in understanding as she got to her feet, and he turned back around to stare down his opponent. “Ready…begin!” The apprentice fired his third dart but Grogu leapt out of its way, flipping over the young Mandalorian’s head and immediately flipping back around to face him; he took advantage of his opponent’s disorientation and fired all three of his darts, hitting him in the center of his chest and stunning every Mandalorian in the vicinity. “Three points. Winner!”

“There you go!” Din exclaimed with a prideful edge to his modulated voice.

While the Mandalorians surrounding them applauded Grogu’s win, (Y/N) scooped the child up into her arms and pressed kisses across his smiling face. “You were wonderful, little guy! You keep it up, and you’ll be an apprentice in no time!”

Bo-Katan nodded appreciatively and looked over at them. “Did you guys teach him that?”

“Not us.” Din wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and gave Grogu’s ear an affectionate rub. “Great job, kid.”

As Grogu cooed and babbled in her arms, (Y/N) tentatively prodded the half-stained paint splatters on the front of his robes. “I hope this paint doesn’t stain.”

“It doesn’t. As his ward, it’s my responsibility to wash his training robes…” Din pointed to the seam of his sleeve and the loosening stitches. “Just so long as you handle the sewing.”

“Dank farrik, I just repaired that seam. I-”

A child’s scream caused them all to turn around and they watched in horror as the apprentice that Grogu just defeated was snatched off the lakeshore by a swooping raptor and carried away. Din drew his blaster to shoot the creature down, but Paz appeared out of nowhere and lowered his arm before he could. “No blasters, it will kill the child! Follow it to its lair!”

While the older Mandalorians ushered the children into the tunnels, both Mandalorians took to the sky and were soon joined by two more. Knowing that their jetpacks would eventually run out of fuel, (Y/N) exchanged a look with Bo-Katan and both women sprinted towards their respective ships, with the Nite Owl running up the Gauntlet’s ramp and (Y/N) climbing into the N-1’s cockpit; she allowed Grogu to sit on her lap as she piloted the starfighter after the raptor and the Mandalorians.

“It’s flying down into the ravine,” Bo-Katan’s voice called through the communication radio. “Keep tailing it and I’ll follow from above.”

“I’m on it.” (Y/N) steered the starfighter into the narrow and winding ravine and spared Grogu a comforting pat on the head when he let out a worried coo. “It’s okay, little guy, we’ll get him back.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the bottom of the ravine and she bit her lip when she realized that the Mandalorians had all run out of fuel and were grounded. “Son of a mud-scuffer. Looks like you and I are on our own, Bo.”

“We’ll do a loose follow and stay up high, that way it’ll hopefully lead us to its lair.”

(Y/N) eased the controls up and joined the Gauntlet as it flew just above the clouds; while they followed after the raptor, she prayed to the Maker that the young Mandalorian child would make it back home to his covert alive and unharmed.

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After an hour of flying, the raptor finally returned to its nest but because of their unpreparedness to carry out a rescue mission, (Y/N) and Bo-Katan were forced to turn around and fly back to the covert with only a set of coordinates. They landed on the shoreline and several Mandalorians hurried out of the cave to hear their news, including Din, the Armorer and Paz Vizsla.

“We kept a high altitude and followed it to its lair,” (Y/N) remarked as they joined the group of Mandalorians, passing Grogu over to Din and giving the unarmored part of his arm a reassuring squeeze. “We know how to get there.”

Bo-Katan glanced around at the other Mandalorians. “We should muster up a hunting party and go after him.” After exchanging a look with Paz, the Armorer followed the Nite Owl into the Gauntlet while the three of them trailed behind, stepping into the ship as she pulled up a holographic map. “Captain (Y/L/N) scouted where it lives and I mapped the location.” She pointed a gloved finger at the top of one of the planet’s highest peaks. “There. The nest.”

“It flew a long way,” Din remarked as they all studied the map before them.

“I will go get him.”

“The mountains are too high,” Paz pointed out. “If we use jetpacks, the beast will hear.”

The Armorer nodded in agreement. “It would kill the child.”

“These are no higher than the peaks of Kyrimorut; I used to climb them in basic training.” Bo-Katan’s modulated voice was filled with self-assurance as she continued. “I’ll fly to the foothills, scale the rest of the way on foot.”

Din gave her a firm nod. “I’ll join you.”

“So will I.” The other four all looked over at (Y/N) at the same time, and she forced herself not to shrink under their scrutiny. “What’s wrong?”

“Alor’ad, I’m not sure that this mission will be safe for you,” Her husband gently remarked. “You don’t wear beskar armor, so you’ll have no protection, and the climb will be challenging for even a highly-trained Mandalorian to complete.”

(Y/N)’s shoulders sagged as she absorbed his words and after a moment, she nodded and gave him a fleeting smile. “You’re right. I’d only slow you down, and you need all the time you can get to rescue that boy.”

As Din reached out to touch her but thought better of it and dropped his gloved hand, the Armorer looked at Paz standing beside her. “Paz Vizsla, enjoin the Shriek-hawk Training team to accompany you. I will pack extended lariats for your launchers; we must avoid explosives and blasters for the safety of the foundling.”

While the Mandalorians all prepared for the rescue mission, (Y/N) helped Grogu change into a clean robe and watched the warriors file into the Gauntlet with a heavy heart; in the rest of the galaxy, there wasn’t much that she couldn’t do using all the skills she spent most of her life honing but living among the Mandalorians, she couldn’t help but feel useless. They were fighters, trained from birth in the art of warfare and weaponry, and everything that she could do they could do with their eyes closed and a hand tied behind their back. They hadn’t discussed it yet but (Y/N) knew that Din would want to stay with the covert now that he was no longer an apostate, which would allow him to train Grogu as a Mandalorian but also meant that the inadequacy she felt would only come to intensify. It’s only been one day, she silently reasoned with herself, maybe things will begin to look better the longer you stay here.

(Y/N) and Grogu said their goodbyes to Din, both stoically watching the Gauntlet take off and fly through the sky towards the raptor’s far-off nest. “You are unequipped to join them.” The Armorer moved to stand beside them and although her helmet’s visor was fixed on the retreating starfighter in the distance, (Y/N) could still feel the heavy weight of her gaze on her. “And you are too young to join them.” Grogu cooed and the Armorer looked down at him. “All in good time. Come, Captain (Y/L/N) and Grogu. If you both wish to understand the Way of the Mandalore, there is much work to attend to.”

While the Armorer walked back into the cave, (Y/N) exchanged a look with Grogu and jutted her chin towards the wide crevice in the rock. “It’s okay, little guy. A little learning will do us both some good.”

They both entered the tunnels and followed the Armorer to her cavernous forge, finding her as she stood heating a ladle of molten beskar over the open flame of the cryo-furnace. Grogu waddled ahead and climbed to sit on the nearby bench, and (Y/N) carefully studied the Mandalorian as she sat beside him. “This is the Forge. It is the heart of Mandalorian culture.” She carried the ladle across the chamber and carefully poured the molten beskar into two molds. “Just as we shape the Mandalorian steel, we shape ourselves. We all begin as raw ore…” Crossing back to the forge, she heated a flattened circle of beskar and continued. “We refine ourselves through trials and adversity.” The child whimpered when the Armorer suspended the circle below the forge’s hammering mechanism and (Y/N) took one of his tiny clawed hands between her fingers. “The Forge can reveal weaknesses.”

Grogu flinched when the device pounded down onto the beskar and before (Y/N) could ask what was wrong, the forge around her faded away and was replaced with the sight of a door being forced open by blaster fire; the pounding of blaster bolts against the door was joined by the electric cackling of lightsabers as brown-robed Jedi came into view.

“Get him to Kelleran!” One of the Jedi shouted and the door burst open to reveal a garrison of Clone Troopers; they fired their blasters into the hall and while some of the Jedi were able to deflect the bolts, two were hit and collapsed onto the ground. The remaining two Jedi blocked Grogu’s pram as they defeated the garrison and led the way down a different hall, but more Clone Troopers appeared and the two Jedi were overwhelmed. “The elevator! Get the youngling to Kelleran! Go!”

The female Jedi used the Force to shove Grogu’s pram into an open elevator and was shot as she hurried in after him; her body lay motionless on the elevator floor and (Y/N) could sense Grogu’s fear while the elevator came to a stop. The doors slid open to reveal another Jedi, with intricately-embroidered robes and an expression of grim determination on his face as he lowered his green-colored lightsaber and addressed the child. “Everything’s gonna be all right, kid.”

Kelleran picked up his fallen comrade’s lightsaber hilt and ignited it, turning around just in time to fight off another wave of Clone Troopers with both blades. He blocked blaster bolt after blaster bolt, both blades whirling and spinning with expert ease, until all his enemies lay dead on the ground. A wide-eyed Grogu used the Force to settle his pram onto one of the fallen Clone Trooper’s speeder bikes and watched as the Jedi fought off an onslaught of blaster fire from a larger garrison of soldiers; the Jedi holstered his weapons and mounted the speeder bike, flying away from the burning structure and further into what appeared to be Coruscant.

A Clone transport ship appeared behind them and a chase through Coruscant’s heavy air traffic ensued, only ending when Kelleran flew their speeder through a hovertrain tunnel and the transport was destroyed by an oncoming train. Their speeder emerged from one of the train stations and weaved in between the city’s towering skyscrapers until they came upon a landing platform.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna meet up with some friends of mine,” Kelleran reassured Grogu. “But hold on, it’s gonna be a bumpy landing.”

The speeder skidded across the landing platform and the Jedi was ejected from his seat; when he picked himself up, he ran over to the speeder’s remnants and removed Grogu’s pram and (Y/N)’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief when she saw what awaited them: a J-Type 327 Nubian Starship, the spacecraft commissioned and owned by the Royal House of Naboo. Several figures wearing the uniforms of the Naboo Royal Guard emerged from the starship and hurried over to the pair.

“Kelleran Beq?”

The Jedi nodded at the Guard Captain’s question. “They’re right behind me.”

“What about the others?”

“There are no others.”

Another Clone transport flew down and landed on the platform and under a hail of blaster fire, the Guard Captain shouted, “Take the ship, it’s fueled and ready to go!”

Kelleran ushered Grogu’s pram onto the starship and took to the sky, piloting the starship out of the planet’s atmosphere and then…

(Y/N) blinked and found herself back in the Armorer’s forge, the sound of hammering filling the cavernous space instead of screams and blaster fire. She looked down at Grogu, who was looking up at her with imploring eyes, but before she could ask him about the vision, the Armorer spoke. “Captain (Y/L/N). You worry that you do not fit in here amongst your riduur’s people.”

“I…Yes, I do.” Shaking her head to clear her mind of the befuddling vision, (Y/N) sat straighter and watched the Mandalorian across from her cool the circle of beskar in the water trough. “I’m not Mandalorian, so there’s not much I can contribute to the covert.”

“On the contrary, you contribute a great deal to us.” (Y/N) blinked in surprise but remained silent while the Armorer took the circle of beskar and began soldering a design onto its bowed surface. “You provide us with insight into the galaxy. From your homeworld of Naboo and your noble involvement in the Rebellion against the Empire to your travels with Din Djarin, you offer us the ability to see into parts of the galaxy, its many cultures and years of history that we may never have learned of before. Mandalorians respect wisdom and knowledge, and you provide our covert with both in spades.” The Armorer looked up from her work and (Y/N) could feel her eyes meeting hers. “You are also raising a foundling. You saved the foundling Grogu’s life and in so doing, you have achieved the highest honor of the Creed. You may not follow the Way or don a set of beskar armor, but that does not make you any lesser than the ones who do. This is the Way.”

As the Armorer turned her focus back onto her work, (Y/N) nodded and quietly murmured, “This is the Way.”

“It is a tradition in our culture for each to donate a small portion of what they earn to the foundlings.” The Armorer set her soldering tools down and carried the circle of beskar over to where they sat; it was a rondel and on its beveled surface, the signet of a mudhorn was proudly fastened. “It is with these scraps of beskar that I forged your next piece of armor, young one.” Grogu cooed in interest as he recognized the symbol of their small clan. “Mandalorian steel shall keep you safe as you grow stronger.” With a small smile, (Y/N) held the child’s robe open and watched as the Armorer fastened the armor onto his chainmail shirt. “You will grow into this rondel as you grow into your station, foundling Grogu.”

Grogu’s clawed hand tugged on the sleeve of (Y/N)’s coat and she chuckled. “Yes, I see it, little guy. It looks wonderful on you!”

The Armorer dismissed them and while they walked back to the starfighter to finish up its tune-up, all (Y/N) could think of was the Mandalorian’s words and her adoptive son’s troubling vision.

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“Grogu, can I ask you a little about what you showed me in the forge?” (Y/N) asked later that night; she and the child had retired to their living quarters and while she was working on a new shirt for herself, he kept himself entertained by hovering his silver sphere with the Force. At her question, Grogu jumped up onto the bed and babbled out an incomprehensible answer while nodding his head. “That was the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, wasn’t it? Ahsoka Tano told us about it when we first met her on Corvus. You were thinking about your escape at the end of the Clone Wars.”

Grogu nodded again, his brow wrinkling as he let out a saddened coo.

“I’m sorry if the forging made you go back to that night.” (Y/N) set her sewing aside and allowed him to crawl into her lap, leaning down to give his forehead a kiss and running her fingertips over his wrinkled head. “The same happens to your dad sometimes; loud noises make him remember the day he lost his parents and was rescued by the Mandalorians. And from time to time, the sight of fire reminds me of my years of service in the Rebellion.”

To her surprise, Grogu pulled himself up to rest against her chest and patted a clawed hand against her cheek as if to comfort her.

“It’s okay, little guy; being with you and your dad helps me cope with those memories,” (Y/N) reassured him before studying the trusting gleam in his wide eyes. “That starship you escaped in was from Naboo, and so were those Royal Guards who bought you and your Jedi friend time. Is that why you trusted me so much when we first met? Because you could sense through the Force that I was from Naboo?”

Grogu nodded his little head and softly babbled out a reply, and (Y/N) silently wished that she could understand what he was always saying to them.

“I always knew that you and I were alike…” She quietly admitted as the child snuggled against the soft material of her sleeping shirt. “We were both forced to flee our homes at a young age, we both spent years on our own in an unforgiving galaxy, we both were changed for the better when Din Djarin came into our lives and now, we both seem to share a connection to Naboo.” Seeing his eyelids beginning to grow heavy, she gave his forehead another kiss and rubbed soothing circles over his back. “We’ll get the hang of this Mandalorian lifestyle soon, little guy. You’ll have me and I’ll have you, okay?”

Yawning, Grogu let out a sleepy and content coo and (Y/N) leaned back against the headboard as sleep began to overtake her, the feeling of the child’s calm heartbeat the last thing she remembered before falling into a dreamless slumber.

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Mando’a Translations:

Alor’ad-Captain Riduur-Spouse

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! Oh, and I’ve created a Spotify playlist of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars, so if you’re interested in checking it out the link is down below!

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