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Matt Murdock or ✨️Matt Murdock✨️

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Chapter Seven | The Raiders

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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?

The intense rage bubbling in your stomach had almost reached a boiling point as you stared at the man in front of you. Rather, the hunk of metal. “You know I am more than capable of assisting in this fight. I’ve seen more action in the last two years alone than any of these people have seen in their lifetimes.” Your voice was low. You were holding back as best you could.

“Someone needs to stay with the children.” The Mandalorian simply repeated. You balled your fists at your side.

“And I’m the only one that can do that? What about any of the villagers here? These are their children!” Your voice raised, causing a few heads to turn toward you. The looks of disdain on their faces didn’t phase you. You were nearly vibrating with rage. “I will not simply stand by while you risk your lives.

The sun had already begun to set. You knew arguing was a futile effort, but you didn’t care. Stars, what you wouldn’t give to be able to slap him. “This isn’t up for debate.” The Mandalorian’s voice lowered just enough for you to barely hear him. “Keep them safe. Keep him safe.”

You didn’t need to ask who he was referring to. Not when the child was babbling in your arms with a death grip on the hair that had fallen from its place in the bun you wore. You watched as the Mandalorian’s eyes drifted toward Omera. A different kind of anger filled you then. After all, you were sure his infatuation with her was the real reason you were being shoved in a hut with frightened children. “Try not to get yourself killed. You already spent my credits.” You spat.

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The whimpering and hushed sobs of children were not a sound you’d ever wanted to hear again. You look over the group of trembling younglings, huddled together in the back of the hut as the ground shakes beneath their feet. The sound of battle rages from outside. At the sound of one particularly loud blast, one of the children, a young boy, yelps.

“It’s alright, it’s alright.” You coo, a poor attempt to calm him. “They can’t get to us here. I’ve made sure of that.” You gesture toward the door, haphazardly barricaded with crates you found. At least the majority of them were heavy. Your heart cracked as you looked over the tear-stained faces of the group.

Another blast, another quiet scream. You had to do something if you were to continue to go undiscovered here. 

It was too late. You watched in horror as the boxes were blown away from the door. The children screamed as you placed yourself between them and the raider. “Get behind me. Quickly.” You commanded. The children huddled behind you, frightened sniffles and whispers sounding from the group.

The raider said something in a language you didn’t understand. You barely had time to turn around before a girl screamed. Without a second thought, you spun on your heels, pointing your blaster to the second Klatoonian. You hadn’t seen him enter. His hand fisted in a girl’s hair. Winta. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched her writhe in his grip.

“Winta, listen to me. Don’t move, okay?” You tried to keep your voice calm, steady. Your ears rang with the sound of your own heartbeat. You turned your attention to the beast holding her. “Let her go. She’s just a child. No one has to die here.”

There was more yelling in that same foreign language. Winta whimpered, fresh tears staining her dirty cheeks. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.” You pleaded. You could hear the footsteps of the other raider approaching behind you. You were running out of time. You had to make a decision.

You fired. The bolt hit the raider holding Winta at the same time the beast behind you drove a blade into your side. You were sure you screamed. The sound of a second blaster shot was all you heard before your vision faded and your consciousness slipped away.

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You could feel the sun on your face, the wind just barely blowing through stray strands of hair. You attempted to sit up, but the pain searing through your side made you pause halfway. You brushed your fingers over the skin until they met with the end of a bandage. So it was real, was the only thought you had.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, only to be met with the beady gaze of the child. “Hiya, Bug.” Your voice was raspy, quiet. It hurt to talk, hurt to breathe. Your entire torso felt as though it had been lit on fire. You grunted as you shifted in the cot.

“Stop moving.” You would recognize that modulated voice anywhere. Only, this time it seemed… concerned. “Omera spent long enough patching you up. She won’t be happy if you rip out the stitches.” He held a cup out toward you and you accepted it without question. “Drink.”

You did, making a face before promptly coughing and sputtering. “What the hell was that?” You wiped your lips before shoving the cup back at him.

“A healing poultice.” This time, it was Omera who spoke. She had just walked into the barn, a bowl of water and a few rags in her hands. “It’s the only medicine we have here. It tastes awful, but it does work.” She chuckled softly before setting the bowl down beside the cot you laid on. “I need to clean and redress your wound. Will you please take your shirt off?”

You nodded, wincing as you gripped the hem of your shirt. Omera looked to the Mandalorian expectantly. You tried not to laugh as he cleared his throat awkwardly. “I… I’ll just… come back later.”

You hissed in a breath as Omera peeled back the bandage, the fabric sticking to your fresh wound. You watched as she dipped one of the rags in the water before dabbing it around the stitches, cleaning whatever the wound had wept. “Your daughter…” You whispered, swallowing thickly. “Is she alright?”

The sides of Omera’s mouth ticked upward. “She’s shaken, but she’s alive.” Omera’s eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment. “I will never be able to repay my debt to you. She’s…” Her hands faltered as she wrapped your wound. “She’s all I have.”

You understood. In that moment, you and Omera shared a connection that few other people ever could. You placed your hand on hers, offering her a genuine smile. “You owe me no debt. I wouldn’t change my choice for anything in the world.”

Omera returned your smile in kind before standing and gathering her things. “You should rest. Drink.” She gestured toward the cup sitting beside the cot. You groaned internally before settling back against the pillow. You swore you heard her chuckle as she walked out.

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It was the deepest sleep you had gotten in months. You weren’t sure if you had hit the point of maximum exhaustion or if someone had spiked your drink, but you weren’t complaining either way.

You were, however, complaining about the hands that shook you awake. You groaned, attempting to wave them off of you. Instead, they persisted, shaking your shoulders. “Wake up.” Your eyes flitted open, landing on the helm hovering over you. You weren’t sure if it was panic or some other emotion, but your heart leapt into your throat.

“What is it? Is everything okay?” Your only answer was the crushed tracking fob he dropped into your hand. Just as fast as it had leapt, your heart dropped. “They found him.” It wasn’t a question. 

The Mandalorian nodded. “We need to leave. Will you be okay to travel?”

“Yes.” Your response was quick. “Help me up.” The Mandalorian grabbed your arm and you winced as he nearly pulled you off of the cot. You attempted to help him pack the crates that weren’t already on the speeder, but you were met with a cold stare every time you tried to lift anything.

“I can handle this. Get the kid and meet me at the speeder.” You wanted to argue, to plant your feet in the dirt and refuse. The pain in your side had you acting otherwise. You grunted as you scooped up the child, heading straight for the speeder.

Getting onto the raft was a struggle, but you managed to find a place to relax. You felt guilty, sitting while the Mandalorian packed the rest of your things. You watched as he and Cara Dune exchanged words, though you were only half paying attention.

Before you had a chance to react, Winta ran toward you, throwing her small arms around you. You grinned as you managed to snake one arm around her in return. “Thank you.” Her voice was soft enough for only you to hear.

You were silent as the speeder pulled away. You weren’t sure what it was, but your heart felt heavy leaving the village. You had only been there for a short time, and yet…

“Do you think they’ll ever stop looking for him?” The words were out of your mouth before you had a chance to think about them.

“No.” The Mandalorian’s answer was short. You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment. 

You looked to the child, who was asleep peacefully against your leg. You brushed your finger over his wide ears. “I can’t imagine that sort of life for a child. Always running, always looking over your shoulder.”

There was a brief pause. “I can.” It was his only response.

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Hi! I just wanted to say that your In the Eye of the Storm series is SO GOOD! I literally almost jumped out of my bed when you posted chapter 6! I love your writing :’)

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The Roommate and The Best Friend (College!Matt Murdock x College!Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Long time, no post, guys! I do apologize for going silent on the fic front–I’ve just been so tired lately, I haven’t had the motivation to really edit anything I’ve written. BUT, my sweet baby angels, this is the longest stand alone fic I’ve ever done! It also took forever to edit, lol. I really hope you guys enjoy! :)

Summary: You’ve been Foggy’s best friend since you two could walk. Matt’s been Foggy’s best friend since he moved in at Columbia. After three years at law school all together, you’re all as thick as thieves. When Foggy doesn’t show up one day to a study session, something blossoms between you and Matt that will change the ecosystem of your friendship trio forever.

Warnings: Fluff (friends to lovers, cuteness, cuddles, kisses), angst (shouting, friendship fights, hurt feelings), smut (p in v, protected sex, blowjob, handjob, being cute dorks when a matching set is involved), swearing

Other Characters: College!Foggy Nelson

Word Count: 8.081

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Chapter Six | The Fool

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𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝒩𝑜𝓃𝑒

𝒜𝒩: 𝒮𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉! 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈!

It was difficult not to be upset. Especially when you were sitting on the back of some raft going slower than walking speed, with a box of weapons jamming into your side and the Mandalorian’s elbow digging into your arm. You huffed a breath as you attempted to redjust, finally settling for crossing your arms in front of you.

“Stop complaining.” The gruff, modulated voice sounded from beside you. Your frown deepened as you looked over to him. Calmly, he turned his gaze to you. “You sound like a child throwing a tantrum. I told you, this is a good place for us to lie low.” You couldn’t argue with him, not when you knew he was right. Instead, you stuck your tongue out at him.

You glared at Cara as she laughed. “Yeah, that’ll show him.”

You swore you heard the Mandalorian breathe out a laugh. You opened your mouth to retaliate before he spoke again. “Look, it’s a day’s journey. Try and get some rest.”

You watched as the Mandalorian leaned back against the boxes, haphazardly cushioned with whatever blankets you had gathered from the ship. This is not what you had planned. You should have been in Tattooine by now. You should have the Trandoshan’s head on a pike. You leaned back as much as you could, allowing sleep to take the place of brewing anger behind your eyes.

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It was light outside by the time the raft came to a halt. You squinted, yawning as you attempted to sit up. Your breath caught in your throat as pain shot from your neck into your shoulder. You hissed in a breath, digging your fingers into the sore muscle.

The sound of excited children filled your ears as you looked around the village. It was larger than you had been expecting; small ponds lined with netting, racks of clothes that looked to be freshly washed, wooden huts set further back on the land. You watched as the adults continued working, the children rushing toward the raft you were still sitting on.

“Well, looks like they’re happy to see us.” The man beside you spoke. You hummed a breath in response. You couldn’t stop the soft grunt that left your throat as you stood. Your entire body felt stiff, every inch of you feeling far older than it was. “Are you alright?” The Mandalorian asked, offering his gloved hand as you prepared to step off of the raft.

You wanted to slap his hand away, to tell him to go fuck himself. Perhaps the aching in your bones was just making you cranky. Besides, it would only serve to upset him, and there were children present. You took his hand gently, his grip firm against yours. The leather of his gloves was soft against your calloused hands. He felt… warm. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe a touch as cold and unyielding as the Beskar he wore.

You tried not to let your mind dwell, or let your hand linger in his after you stepped onto the ground. One of the men who rode in on the raft with you approached. “The only place available and big enough for you two and the child is the barn. I’m sorry, I didn’t know there would be so many of-”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off, managing a smile. “Truly, we appreciate any hospitality you can offer us. Will you point us in that direction?” You could feel the Mandalorian’s gaze on you.

“Y-Yes, of course. It’s just right over there.” The man pointed toward the largest of the wooden buildings before turning back to you. “Omera should be there already, setting up for you both.” You offered your thanks before turning to grab one of the crates from the raft, silently following the Mandalorian toward the barn.

As promised, there was a woman in the barn. Omera, you figured, drew the curtains. You stood in the doorway, nervously shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You felt as though you were intruding, as though you had no right to be here.

“Please, come in.” Omera spoke. You followed behind your companion, setting the crate down beside one of the cots set up. You squinted as you looked around. It truly wasn’t much. You assumed most of it was storage, based on the layers of dust that had built up on the boxes stacked in each corner.

Omera’s gaze flitted from the Mandalorian to you. You almost wish you’d missed the slight downturn in her lips as she looked you over. “I hope this is comfortable for you and your… friend. Sorry all we have is the barn.”

Your utterance of it’s lovely mixed in with the cold this will do fine from your companion. Omera looked between the two of you, as though she was trying to gauge your relationship. You offered her a small smile.

She did not return it. You could feel yourself tense, though you had no reason to be offended. You studied her for a moment. Omera was beautiful, you thought. Perhaps only a few years your senior. The way the Mandalorian tensed in her presence, you could tell he thought she was pretty, too. The knowledge of that made your stomach flip in an unfamiliar, uncomfortable way. “I put some blankets over here.”

“Thank you. That’s… very kind.” There was a pause in his sentence. You fought the urge to frown. There was no logical reason for you to be jealous. Still… his voice was never that soft when directed at you. There was a quiet noise in the doorway, and before you had the chance to react, the Mandalorian whipped around.

The young girl who had just stood in the doorway jumped back, gasping. You tutted, resting your hand on the Mandalorian’s arm without thinking. You only drew away when his dark gaze landed on you. Omera pulled the young girl to her side.

“This is my daughter, Winta.” Omera explained. You offered a friendly smile to the girl, but she opted for hiding her face in the skirts of her mother’s dress. “We don’t get many visitors here. She isn’t used to strangers.” Omera stroked her daughter’s hair softly, whispering down to her. “This nice man is going to protect us from the bad ones.”

You began to speak, but the way Omera looked at you had your mouth sealed shut. You hugged your arms across your stomach before managing, “Thank you again, for your kindness.”

The woman nodded once before turning to her daughter again. “Come on, Winta. Let’s give our guests some room.”

You stared at the Mandalorian as he continued unpacking his weapons, your brows furrowed. “You’re ridiculous, you know. What, were you planning on shooting a child?” His lack of response only fueled your anger. “You’ve been telling me for days that this planet is safe, yet you still act like there’s someone around every corner waiting to shoot.”

Your heart rate spiked as he approached you, boot steps heavy against the wooden floor. You hadn’t realized how tall he is until now, when he was so close you could hear his un-modulated breathing. “Every bounty hunter in the galaxy is after me and the kid. They’re after you, too. None of us should feel safe.”

He was so close that your breath formed clouds on the metal of his helm. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him. “I do.”

“What?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Wh-When you’re around. I feel safe.” You hated the way you stuttered, the way your cheeks lit up red. The Mandalorian didn’t respond for a moment, and you almost hoped he hadn’t heard you.

“Then you’re more of a fool than I thought.”

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The Mandalorian’s words rang in your ears for the remainder of the day. You sat on your cot in the barn, thankful that you were finally alone. You sketched idly in the notepad you held, glad you had found it in the bottom of your pack. The Mandalorian’s words shouldn’t affect you the way they did. Why would they? He was simply a hired gunhand. Soon enough, this job would be over and you would never see him or the child again.

Why did the thought of that make your heart ache?

The sound of heavy footsteps drew you from your thoughts. You looked up to see the Mandalorian standing over the child’s crib. “I was just able to get him to quiet down.” You muttered. “Please don’t wake him.”

“You’re good with him.” The modulated voice sounded. You hummed in response. “He’s… grown attached to you.”

“He’s a child.” You responded, setting your notepad on the cot beside you. You crossed your arms as you stood, walking over to take a place beside the Mandalorian. “He’ll go through many phases of attachment throughout his life.”

Your heart sank as the Mandalorian spoke your name. “What I said earlier… I didn’t-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, offering him a thin smile. “When I first hired you, you made it explicitly clear that you weren’t here to protect me, to keep me safe.” You shook your head, reaching down to gently stroke the child’s cheek. “I would do well to remember that.”

There was a long silence. Even though you felt his gaze burning into you, you couldn’t face him. There were so many thoughts, so many emotions running through your head. You didn’t trust your mouth to keep them secret. “I should go.” He spoke. “Cara Dune and I will return in the morning.”

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every single member of the skywalker family:

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Me watching Star Wars: TFA for the first time : I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me

*sees Poe Dameron*

Me: Oh the force has awakened in me

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Chapter Five | The Village

Series Masterlist

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯.

Sorgan was one of the most beautiful planets you had seen in your years of traveling. It was untouched by industry, thick forests leading into quiet marshes. You noticed a few huts and villages on the ship’s descent. Your eyes were glued to the window, taking in the crystal blue sky, the green tree tops. There was a soft smile on your face as you held the child up so he could see. His beady eyes looked on in amazement, hands pressed against the glass. “Pretty, huh, bug?”

The nickname slipped out, but you could tell by the soft babbling of the child in your arms that he didn’t seem to mind. It was strange, you thought, how warm being in the presence of a child made you feel. You had almost forgotten the maternal feeling it brought about. You knew you shouldn’t get attached, but… how could you not?

The Razor Crest landed in a clearing between the trees. You began to stand in an attempt to stretch your cramped legs. The Mandalorian turned to you, pointing an authoritative finger in your direction. “I’m going to go out there and look around. You and the kid stay here. Don’t touch anything.”

You frowned, tucking the child in the crook of your arm. He peered at the armored man curiously. “You’re not just going to lock me in here. I am not your prisoner and you are not my keeper.” You could feel him staring at you, despite the obstruction of his eyes. Your own gaze did not falter as you stared him down. You would not let him treat you like a rebellious teenager.

The Mandalorian sighed through his nose, fists clenching at his sides. You seemed to enjoy testing his patience, he thought. “We don’t know what this planet has in store. My only interest is keeping y– the child safe.” His stutter didn’t go unnoticed. You wondered what he had been about to say before he corrected himself. "I'll find us some lodging and then I'll back for you both."

You frowned, looking down at the child in your arm. Gently, you stroked one his large ears with your thumb, grinning as he cooed. "Alright." You conceded. You had to admit, a safe and warm bed sounded lovely. Still, staying put in the ship wasn't your idea of a good time.

As the Mandalorian walked off, you stood. There was no harm in looking around, right? After all, this planet seemed so nice. You tiptoed down the ladder, child in hand. You felt like a teenager again, sneaking out of your parents' home. If it weren't for the stupid box you kicked, perhaps you would have gotten away with it.

The Mandalorian turned, having only just gotten off of the ship. The sigh he heaved caused you to shudder. You offered him a shy smile. "I suppose you won't believe me if I told you that I just wanted to sit outside?" There was no answer. "It's just that the ship is so cold and I wouldn't want little Bug here getting sick, so I thought maybe we could have a walk. I could keep him safe if something happens."

There was a long silence. "No. You're not going out there by yourself, especially not with the kid."

You bit the inside of your cheek. You realized something in that moment. "You don't trust me." He had no reason to. You knew that. It didn't make it hurt any less.

The Mandalorian eyed you for a long moment. You spoke when he stayed silent. "I helped you rescue him. Why would I risk my life if I was just going to take him from you?" You set the child on the ground beside you and watched as he toddled off to the armored man. "We can come with you, if that's what you're worried about."

Finally, the man spoke. "Oh, what the hell." It was more of a sigh than a sentence. "Come on."

You couldn't stop the smile that found its way across your lips. You stayed one step behind the pair as you walked. You felt… warm. You couldn't quite pinpoint the feeling in your chest as you watched the pair. The child would occasionally glance up at the Mandalorian before quickening his pace. You snickered, earning you a quick glance from the metal-clad man.

The cantina you found was, surprisingly, busy. There were people from all walls of life, talking and laughing, eating and drinking. You watched as the child passed by a creature, someone's pet, you assumed. As it snarled, the child yelped and jumped back, running straight into your shin. You chuckled, lifting him into your arms. "It's alright, sweet one. Just a little spook."

The Mandalorian found a table toward the back of the building, and you took your seat opposite him. You set the child on the barrel-turned-chair between you. The Mandalorian's gaze was on you, and he inhaled as though he was about to say something to you.

Before he got the chance, a woman approached the table. "Welcome, travelers. Can I get you anything?"

"Bone broth, for the little one." The Mandalorian spoke before you had the chance to. The child looked between the woman and the man beside him, eyes full of curiosity.

"Oh, well, you're in luck. I just took down a grinjer, so there's plenty." The woman smiled. She seemed the friendly sort, at least. "Can I interest you in a porringer of broth as well? Or your wife, maybe?"

You almost choked on air as the woman gestured toward you. You gave the Mandalorian a look, though you weren't sure he caught it. "Oh, we aren't… he isn't…" You weren't sure why words were so difficult. Or why your heart was fluttering. "We're business partners." You paused before remembering she had asked you something. "A-And yes. Broth would be lovely."

"Just the two." The hint of amusement in that modulated voice of his didn't go unnoticed. It wasn't until the woman began walking away that he spoke again. "That one, over there." He pointed to a woman who sat a ways behind you. "When did she arrive?"

The woman made a series of noises as she stuttered. The Mandalorian leaned in and there was no denying your own curiosity. Both at why he cared and why the woman was so hesitant to answer. "I've seen her for the last week or so."

"What's her business here?" The Mandalorian was quick to ask.

"Business? Well, there's not much business on Sorgan, so I can't say." The woman chuckled. She sounded nervous. "She doesn't stri–" The Mandalorian threw a few credits across the table as the woman continued speaking. Her brows furrowed. "--ke me as a log runner. Well, thank you, sir. I will get that broth to you as soon as possible. And I will throw in a flagon of spotchka, just for good measure." Your ears perked up at that.

The Mandalorian was looking past you. He got up suddenly and you turned your head slowly to look at the woman he had just been asking about. She was gone. You felt something in the pit of your stomach, and you chewed on your lower lip in worry.

The child babbled at you curiously, so you opted to focus on him instead. You stared at him for a moment, smiling softly. As he looked up, the wrinkles in his forehead became more prominent. As he cooed, his ears twitched. He reached a hand out to you and you bent down to his eye level. You laughed as he placed his hand on your forehead, happily toying with the tufts of hair that fell over your face.

"You're quite the little beast, you know." You took his hand, smiling as he wrapped it around one of your fingers. Your brows furrowed as you studied him. "Where did you come from?" You knew he wouldn't answer. You wondered why he was being hunted. What threat did he pose to anything? He was a just a baby.

You didn't have long to think before the waitress returned with the broth. It wasn't long before the child began to get restless. He whined, wiggling around in the chair. "What is it, Bug?" You set your cup down, lifting him off of the chair. You weren't sure how a creature with such short legs could move so fast.

Just outside, the Mandalorian laid on his back with his blaster pointed at the mystery woman, and hers to him. The child watched curiously, but curiosity was the last emotion in your head. "You couldn't wait at least a day to start throwing your fists around?"

The Mandalorian didn't answer as he stood. The soft grunting sounds he made let you know it wasn't a straightforward win. For some reason, that made you smile. The four of you made your way back into the building. The table you previously sat at grew crowded with the addition of the extra body. 

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"Saw most of my action mopping up after Endor." You had been listening to her intently. You found yourself genuinely interested in her story, but you weren't sure why. "Mostly ex-Imperial warlords." Perhaps it was because she had lived such a dangerous life. You wished you were that brave. School teaching had hardly required valor and tenacity. "They wanted it done quietly. They'd send us in on the dropships.

"No support, just us." She continued. At least, it seemed, you weren't the only one interested in her story. "Then when the Imps were gone, the politics started. We were peacekeepers. Suppressing riots, protecting delegates."

You lifted the cup to your lips. Somehow, the broth was still warm. You allowed yourself to relax in the seat a bit as the steam rolled over your face. 

Cara Dune. That was her name. A woman who had lived far more lives than you. If you weren't so intrigued by her, perhaps you would be jealous. She was strong, radiating a sense of power you had never felt from yourself. You wished you could be strong like that. Maybe then, you could have protected…

You didn't let yourself finish the thought, the threat of teats already stinging your eyes. It was silent, then. That was worse. There was nothing to distract you from the memories that broke through their cages in your mind. 

Eventually, the conversation continued. You were too lost in your head to pay attention. You felt the Mandalorian's gaze fall on you for just a moment before he turned to Cara. 

You didn't bother excusing yourself. You stood, tearing out of the building as though it was on fire. You were thankful the tears waited until you were outside to spring free. You felt sick. You hadn't gotten this upset over your daughter in months, but the dam had broken.

You released the contents of your stomach into the grass, the tears streaming freely down your cheeks. You covered your mouth as you sobbed, attempting to lessen the noise. Your hands shook as you reached for the pendant in your pocket. You held it to your lips as you cried, sending up a prayer to the stars that you could stop.

The hand on your shoulder had you jumping out of your skin. You turned to meet the Beskar helmet of your companion. You quickly shoved the pendant back into your pocket, attempting to wipe the tears from your face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to rush out. I don't know what got into me." You faked a laugh. "Everything okay?"

The Mandalorian regarded you for a moment. His hand hovered over your cheek for a fraction of a second before it dropped to his side, his fist clenching. "We have to leave. This planet's taken."

The two of you spent the remainder of the afternoon packing, ensuring you had enough supplies to last the journey to whatever backwater planet you came across next. You hadn't spoken to each other yet, but you thought that might be for the best. 

Nightfall had come, and you were standing outside as the Mandalorian tended to some things on the outer part of the Razor Crest. "Your daughter, Lenaria." Her name sounded foreign coming from him. "What was she like?"

The question took you by surprise. You honestly weren't sure how to answer. Your fingers fiddled with the grass beneath you. "She was my everything." You nearly whispered, finally sitting on the bare ground. You hugged your knees to your chest. "She was quiet, brilliant beyond her years. She loved being outside, always bringing me the prettiest flowers she could find."

You heard the clank of his boots approach, then the soft grunt as he sat next to you. "She was always getting scraped up, climbing trees and climbing into caves. I couldn't keep her still." You chuckled. You pulled the pendant out of your pocket, holding it in front of you. You heard the Mandalorian move as he leaned to look at it. "I had this made for her when she turned 5 years old. It was the first flower she ever brought home for me. She never took it off, wore it till the day she died."

You ran your thumb over each petal, sniffling. You remembered that day, the red of her blood contrasting with the cool blue of the metal. You weren't sure that image would ever leave your mind. "Sounds like a good kid." The Mandalorian's voice was the softest you'd ever heard it.

You wiped a few stray tears that had streaked down your cheeks before nodding. “Yeah. She was.” You had to pull yourself together. You had told yourself a long time ago that you were through crying, especially in front of other people. You couldn’t stand the soft voices, the pitying remarks, the condolences. None of it ever brought you any comfort.

You were thankful when the Mandalorian didn’t offer any words of pity. Instead, you watched as he stood, clearing his throat. “You should go inside. Check on the kid, make sure he’s okay.” You simply nodded. You didn’t have the energy to argue.

You brushed the dirt that had collected on your pants, frowning at the slight stain it left behind. You’d wash them later. The child was sleeping peacefully in the floating crib he’d been in since you met. You smiled softly as you ran a finger over the skin of his wrinkled forehead. The child stirred in his sleep before blinking his large eyes open, cooing as he looked up at you. “Hiya, Bug,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. Everything’s okay, get some rest.”

The child made a small noise of confusion before raising his arms up. You scoffed, opening your mouth to protest. Your resolve didn’t last long after the child yawned, rubbing his bleary eyes before holding his arms out to you again. You sighed, despite the smile on your face, as you lifted him up. It took no time at all for him to settle in your hold.

It had been a long time since you held a child, but the feeling was all too familiar. When you closed your eyes, the face of your daughter replaced the wrinkled face of the little green creature. There was no stopping the tears then. You cried silently, wiping the tears with your free hand before they had the chance to fall from your face.

The child’s hand resting on your cheek was the last thing you anticipated. The feeling caused you to jump just slightly. You felt a sense of calm pass over your, a sense of warmth. You stared down at the child in your arms as his eyes drifted closed. It was in that moment that you knew. You knew what this child was, why he was being hunted.  You wondered if the Mandalorian also knew. Maybe that’s why he was so hellbent on protecting the child. You thought for a moment, bouncing between wanting to say something and keeping silent. Then, an image flashed through your mind. Lenaria, the glare of light from the blade in her neck. No, you thought. Better not to say anything.

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In the Eye of the Storm (Series Masterlist)

Summary: After the death of your daughter, you are willing to do anything to get revenge on the thing that killed her. However, traveling with a Mandalorian wasn't exactly what you had in mind.

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

WARNINGS: Child loss, heavy grieving, eventual fluff AND smut, pretty heavy on the angst

Chapter One | The Beginning

Chapter Two | The Moon

Chapter Three | The Incident

Chapter Four | The Escape

Chapter Five | The Village

Chapter Six | The Fool

Chapter Seven | The Raiders

Chapter Eight (Coming Soon!)

Chapter Nine (Coming Soon!)

And many more chapters, all coming soon!!

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Chapter Four: The Escape

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯-𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

It had been several weeks since your last contact with the Mandalorian. You had done as told, listening to quiet rumblings in the back of the cantina on Nevarro. Greef Karga tolerated you presence, and more than tolerated the credits you supplied him with. He fed you any information he received regarding the Trandoshan and the Rodian he traveled with.

“He’s been found.” Karga’s voice stirred you from your thoughts. You drank from the glass in front of you, raising a brow. “But I feel that I should tell you something everyone else has seemed to neglect mentioning.” You eyed him suspiciously as he took up residence in the chair across from you. “Trandoshans are not eazy to kill. They don’t take kindly to attempts on their life, and they certainly don’t take kindly to losing. Whatever battle you plan to fight, you should be prepared to fail.”

You scoffed. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” You leaned across the table, speaking low enough so only Karga could hear. “After what that thing did to my daughter, death is the most merciful thing he can hope for. Tell me where he is.”

Greef Karga let out an impatient sigh, leaning back in his chair. “A trustworthy contact of mine saw him on Tattooine. Engine trouble, by the sound of it.” He paused. Before he could open his mouth to speak again, the faint beeping of multiple tracking fobs filled the cantina. Karga lifted the one he held, his face growing distant. “You’ll have to excuse me.”

Several hunters left the building, each holding a similar blinking fob. Your brow furrowed. Surely they didn’t have fobs for a single bounty. Intrigued, you followed the few people that had made their way out the door.

That’s when you saw him. That familiar silver armor that you hadn’t seen in nearly a month. The Mandalorian held something in his left arm, his right hand settled on his blaster as he faced down Greef Karga.

“Welcome back, Mando.” Karga’s voice was too cheery for the situation. “Now put the package down.” You watched as the Mandalorian’s fingers tightened around the grip of the blaster.

The Mandalorian seemed calm. Too calm for the amount of people surrounding him. You weren’t sure there was a way out of this for him. “Step aside.” His voice was smooth, collected. “I’m going to my ship.”

You were panicking, even if he wasn’t. Your breathing sped up, your palms sweaty. You could feel the anxiety brewing in the pit of your stomach. You heard Greef Karga chuckle. “You put the bounty down and perhaps I’ll let you pass.”

“The kid’s coming with me.” Kid? You thought, horrified. The bounty was a child ?

“If you truly care about the kid, then you’ll put it on the speeder,” Karga paused briefly, “and we’ll discuss terms.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” The Mandalorian asked. You found your own hand settling over the handle of your blaster. This was going to go to shit, and it was going to go fast. But if that truly was a child in the hands of the Mandalorian, you already knew whose side you were on.

Greef Karga simply scoffed. “Because I’m your only hope.” 

An eerie silence fell over the crowd that had gathered as the Mandalorian took two, three, four steps toward the speeder. You saw him look down at the bundle he carried, your heart dropping into your stomach.

A few hunters had closed in, each with their blasters drawn. Still, it was the Mandalorian that took the first shot. The chaos that ensued resembled the cantina you had both found yourself in those weeks back. You didn’t hesitate to find cover, this time, though you managed to land a few shots. You weren’t sure why, but you would help the Mandalorian find a way out of this.

The speeder the Mandalorian had approached sped off, and you could tell by the way the others followed, that’s where he was. You didn’t have time to move out of its way as it hurtled toward you, only stopped by the barrels it crashed into. Someone had shot out the droid that operated it.

Without thinking, you hopped onto the back of it. Your movements were slow. You didn’t want to be on the business end of the Mandalorian’s rifle if you startled him. You took cover beside him, a soft smile on your face as you watched him shoot someone in the second story of the building across the road.

The armored man nearly jumped as he felt your presence next to him. He grunted in acknowledgement as he landed another shot. “Miss me?” You teased, peeking over the boxes just enough to land a shot of your own.

“Not even a little.” He grumbled. Even in the midst of battle, you chuckled.

“That’s one impressive weapon.” Greef Karga called. Your heart sunk once more.

“Here’s what I’ll do.” The Mandalorian spoke. Your brows furrowed as you watched him. He gave no inkling as to what he was feeling. “I’m gonna walk to my ship with the kid and you’re gonna let it happen.”

Your eyes scanned the crowd. It was less numerous than before, but there were still figures closing in. “No. How ‘bout this?” Greef Karga was speaking now. The being sneaking up behind the speeder didn’t go unnoticed. Afraid to speak, you simply tapped the Mandalorian on his amrored shoulder. “We take the kid. And if you try and stop us, we kill you and we strip your body for parts.” You tapped him again as the being got closer.

Finally, he listened, kicking his foot back at the creature. He prodded it with the electric tip of his rifle, sending it to the ground, convulsing. The blaster fire resumed. “Take the kid to the ship.” His voice was directed at you. “I’ll meet you there.” You opened your mouth to protest. “ Go! ” The Mandalorian scream-whispered.

You had no room to argue. As carefully as you could, you lifted the bundle of blankets and baby into your arms. With the child in one hand and your blaster in the other, you scurried off. Dodging blaster fire was easy enough when your shooters had no aim.

The rocket that flew overhead was enough to stop you in your tracks. You were just glad it had stopped everyone else, too. Several figures, dressed in the same armor as the man you had just spoken to, flew overhead. You had no time to stare once the shooting resumed.

The ship was far enough that you were out of breath once you reached it. You held the child close to you as you watched the fight play out. A breath you didn’t realize you were holding left your lips as you saw a familiar figure running toward you. The Mandalorian shoved you up the onboarding ramp.

“Hold it, Mando.” Greef Karga. Your eyes fell closed as you prepared for the worst. The Mandalorian turned around, facing down the barrel of Greef Karga’s blaster. “I didn’t want it to come to this. But then you broke the Code.”

There was a pause. You saw the Mandalorian’s actions before they happened. He tore into one of the control panels, heavy steam fogging the cargo area of the ship. Greef Karga began shooting blindly, none of them hitting anything other than metal.

Finally, he halted fire. You held the child close to your chest, hoping it didn’t wake up. The Mandalorian took, and landed, one shot into Karga’s shoulder, sending him backward and off of the Crest. It took off not long after that.

You sat in the cockpit, staring dumbfoundedly at the green creature in your lap. There was something… endearing about it, and your heart almost melted at the way it cooed up at you. It held a three-fingered hand to you, and you offered it your finger. You grinned as it babbled happily. You turned your attention to the pilot. “You took a bounty on a child?”

The Mandalorian was silent for a few breaths. “I didn’t know.” He sighed, fingers clasping the steering mechanics as though they would float off. “They told me he was fifty years old.”

You looked down at the child again, who had nestled himself against you. He was snoring softly as he still held onto your finger. Slowly, you turned your gaze back onto the Mandalorian. “Would you have taken it if you did?”

The time he took to answer was concerning, but finally, he spoke. “No.” You couldn’t tell if he was lying. You hoped he wasn’t. 

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It wasn’t long before the child woke up. You smiled as he waddled to the dash, gazing up at the Mandalorian with a very child-like curiosity. You couldn’t help but chuckle as he began pushing buttons and flicking switches. It was like a game to him, turning things back on after the (slightly annoyed) Mandalorian switched them off.

“Stop touching things.” The man scolded. You bit back laughter as the child stared at him, slowly reaching a tiny hand out to flick another switch. With a heavy sigh, the Mandalorian switched it off, grabbing the child and and turning to place him in your lap. “Watch him.”

You grinned at the creature in your lap, smoothing a finger over one of his large, pointed ears. He tilted his head curiously. “Poor baby.” You pretended to frown, trying not to break character as the child copied you. “Mr. Mando won’t let you play with the controls. So mean.”

The Mandalorian showed no reaction, his attention focused solely on the map. “We’re heading for Sorgan. Looks like there’s no star port, no industrial centers, no population density. Real backwater skug hole.” You stifled a laugh at the expression. “Which means it’s perfect for us.”

Your smile dropped. You did your best to ignore the way his use of ‘us’ made your heart flutter. “The Trandoshan is on Tattooine. Shouldn’t we be heading there?”

The Mandalorian turned toward you. “We just pissed off half the bounty hunters in the galaxy. The kid is worth more than either of our lives. We need to lie low for a while, get off the grid.” He turned toward the front once more. “Your revenge mission can wait.”

“My revenge mission ?” You scoffed, staring at him incredulously. “I hired you. Your entire job is to take care of this stupid lizard for me.” You did your best to calm your raised tone, afraid of upsetting the child in your lap.

As the ship hit hyperspace, the Mandalorian turned toward you. “Things just got a lot more complicated.” His own voice was raised. “If you want to find someone on this barren planet to take you to Tattooine, you won’t get any complaints for me. The child and I are staying on Sorgan until I feel it’s safe enough to leave.”

You blinked. The two of you weren’t close. Far from it. Still, he had never spoken to you like this. He had never yelled at you. Your last memory of him was so fond, the two of you so close together on that small bed as you patched him up. You knew you couldn’t go after the Trandoshan alone, and you weren’t sure your heart would let you leave anyway. “And then we go to Tattooine?” You hated how soft your voice was, how child-like it felt.

“You have my word.”

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Chapter Three: The Incident

Chapter One | Chapter Two

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 (𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴/𝘴𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴)

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘢𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥.

𝘈𝘕: 𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘭! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰! 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 :)

An uncomfortable silence had settled over the taxi. Your eyes stung as memories played in your head. You squeezed them shut in an attempt to drown out the unpleasant images in your mind. “I’m sorry.” The static-y voice sounded from beside you. It was the warmest his tone had ever sounded. “About your kid.”

You sniffled as you turned to look out the window. The lights of Nar Shaddaa did nothing to ease your head. “Yeah.” You replied, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek. “Me too. She was… she was everything to me.” You whispered the last sentence as the taxi came to a stop. The two of you remained silent as you stepped out, readjusting your blaster belt on your hip. “This cantina Cyrissa mentioned. Do you know it?”

“I don’t spend much time here.” That cold, metallic sting of his voice was back. It made you frown. You wondered if there would ever be a time that the Mandalorian would treat you with some semblance of kindness as opposed to indifference. “But yes.”

You hadn’t heard of The Burning Deck before. Then again, you didn’t make a habit of traveling to the slime ball that was Nar Shaddaa. “Don’t talk to anyone.” The helmed man warned you. You frowned, hating the way he spoke down to you. You had no choice but to follow behind him like an obedient hound, twisting your hands together in front of you.

Silently, you watched as the Mandalorian spoke to the bartender in a language you didn’t understand. You could guess, though, as the Mandalorian held his hand above his head as though symbolizing height. Then, the armored man dragged a finger over his helm where his chin would be. The scar.

You watched as the bartender tensed. Whatever he said was brief, a one word answer. You didn’t need to speak the language to know what it was. The Mandalorian turned to you. You felt his gaze pierce through you, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end. “This was a waste of time.” He breathed.

You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. Your head pounded, every nerve in your body simultaneously shrinking in on itself. It wasn’t possible. This was the only lead you had. It couldn’t be a dead end. Your breathing grew rapid as tears pricked in the corner of your eyes. “I don’t… he has to be here. Ask- Ask him about the Rodian. Cyrissa said he was with a Rodian. Please.” 

The visor’s gaze remained on you for what seemed like an eternity before he turned back to the bartender. In the same language as before, he posed another question. You recognized one word. Vijiss. The name Cyrissa gave you.

Your heart stopped beating altogether as the man behind the bar spoke, in perfect Basic. “The girl asks too many questions. Sticks her nose into places it doesn’t belong.” Other patrons in the bar turned their attention to the three of you. Your hand instinctively found its way to the handle of your blaster, and you saw the Mandalorian do the same. “Let’s show her what happens to the overly inquisitive here.”

You don’t remember who fired first. You don’t remember removing your blaster from its holster. The entire cantina had erupted into chaos. You do remember, however, the way your heart stalled in your chest as a man with metal embedded into his skin raised his blaster at you. You remember the feeling of steel as something, someone, pushed you aside. You remember the metallic tone of voice as that same someone cursed, immediately gripping his side.

“I could have handled it!” You yelled over the noise as you dodged another shot, rushing to the injured man. You knew arguing now was pointless. You had to get out of here. “Let me help you.” 

“I’m fine.” His tone was colder than usual. You would blame it on the gaping wound in his side.

“You’re not fine. You’re bleeding. Just let me help you sta–”

“I’m fine.” He spat the last word, making you sit back on your heels. You were glad for the slight cover the bar provided, as you had to take a moment to recover from the poison in his voice. You simply nodded, following him closely as he managed a path toward the door.

The blaster fire had ceased for the time being. The cantina grew eerily silent. You could feel the artificial air outside, smell the atmosphere outside of the cantina. Then, your legs lifted from the ground. The collar of your shirt hoisted up by a beast of a man. “Ain’t that easy to get away, girl.” The gruff voice sounded. You drew in a long breath, knowing that any physical defense would be futile against a man this large. “You. Mando.” The man jutted his chin at your companion. “What is this girl’s life worth to you?”

Nothing, you had wanted to respond. My life is worth nothing to him. Though it should have had no effect, the thought soured your stomach. The Mandalorian looked in your direction. Behind his helm, you couldn’t tell if he was looking at you or your captor. You feared he would leave. Everything in you told you that this was it. Perhaps you would finally join your daughter amongst the stars.

You closed your eyes as the man who held you pulled out a blade. Your throat tightened as you felt the cool metal press against it. “I’ll slit her throat right here. Her blood will decorate the floor below us.” Against your wishes, you whimpered. You did not want to die, but you had no will to fight. He would kill you, and you would let him.

A single blaster shot rang out. You heard the knife clatter to the ground as the man behind you growled in pain. Your body hit the floor as your captor threw you. Without thinking, you grabbed the discarded blade, twisting to drive it straight into the beast’s gut. You didn’t stop to see if it had caused any damage. Instead, you took the opportunity to bolt toward the door. The Mandalorian followed you out, his cape flourishing behind him. “Run,” was the only word that left his mouth.

You didn’t argue. You followed him to the taxi pad, hopping in the driver’s side. You winced as the armored man beside you grunted. After taking off into the safety of traffic, you looked over to him. His glove was covered in blood, his head leaning back against the seat as he panted. Whoever shot him managed to graze one of the only spots on him not covered in Beskar. “We need to get you to a medic. That looks… bad.”

The Mandalorian waved his hand, sighing. “‘M fine. Once it’s cauterized, it will heal.” He mumbled. There wasn’t a single part of you that believed him, but you weren’t going to fight him on it. The remainder of the ride back to the docking station was silent. You had begun to learn that the Mandalorian was a man of very few words.

You did, however, attempt to help him onto the ship. He brushed you off, naturally. You frowned as he plopped onto the small bed in the cabin with a pained groan. He reached into his bag, pulling out a small tool. As he parted the area of his flight suit, you saw the bloodied skin underneath. Your eyes drifted to the wound, open and gaping. “That tool isn’t going to fix that.” You muttered.

“I’ve had worse.” He barked.

“Yeah, and I’m sure you’re littered with the scars to prove it.” You rolled your eyes. “Listen, I have a first aid kit in my bag. It’s got suture supplies and bacta patches. Will you please just let me help before you make everything worse?”

The Mandalorian paused his movements, considering. With a heavy, metallic sigh, he set the tool down. “Make it fast.”

You reached for your bag as you settled yourself next to him. With shaky hands, you parted his torn suit, your fingers just barely brushing over his skin. Your hands shrunk away as you heard him draw in a shaky breath. It didn’t sound pained, but you weren’t sure what else he could be feeling. “Sorry. Did that hurt?” You weren’t sure why you were whispering.

The Mandalorian was silent for a moment. “No.”

The next time your fingers grazed his skin, he stayed silent. You felt his muscles tense up beneath him. What had gotten into him? You shook your head softly as you fished a small pair of scissors out of your pack. “I’m just going to cut part of this fabric so I can get to the wound.” He didn’t answer, but you felt his helmed gazed on you as you continued with your motions.

Silently, you took the suture thread out of your pack. It was hardly medical grade, but it was all you had. The Mandalorian grunted as you pinched the ends of his wound together. “I wish I had something to numb you with, or at least something for you to bite down on. This is going to hurt.” Your eyes lifted to his visor. You found yourself distracted with what he might look like beneath it. You had seen a glimpse of his skin now, so the images came easier. You pondered what color his eyes might be. The color of his hair. Whether he was clean shaven. Was he handsome? Did the same scars that lined his body cover his face, too?

You shook your head again to clear your thoughts. You drove the needle through the first part of his flesh, then the second as you threaded them together. You continued that pattern, bringing the edges of the gash together in the process. To your surprise, he was nearly silent the whole time. “Do you have a lot of experience in the medical field?” You heard him ask.

You tilted your head. “No. My husband was a doctor, and our daughter,” you swallowed. “Our daughter was always getting into trouble. Scraped knees and busted elbows, kid stuff. My husband taught me how to patch her wounds after he got sick.” Why were you sharing all of this with him? You could have just said no.

The Mandalorian regarded you for a moment longer. “I was the same way.” It was all he said before turning to look at the floor. After you finished your stitch pattern, you reached into your pack once more, this time fishing out a bacta patch.

“This should mitigate any infections that might come poking around. It’ll heal faster, too.” Your voice was soft as you stuck the patch over his wound. Your hand lingered a little longer than necessary. “You saved my life, you know. I’ll never be able to thank you enough.”

The Mandalorian’s gloved hands balled into fists and relaxed as he turned his covered gaze on you once more. You could hear his breathing, and your own created a fog on the steel of his helm. You were so close to him. Your leg bumped his and he shot off of the bed like lightning. “We should go. This place isn’t safe.” He muttered before disappearing into the cockpit.

You were slightly taken aback. You weren’t sure why he was so anxious to get away from you. He seemed… uncomfortable around you. Wordlessly, you made your way into the cockpit. “Where are we going?” You asked, taking your seat.

“I’m taking you back to Nevarro.” His voice was tight. “The trail’s gone cold.”

You were sure your heart hit the floor. If you looked down, you would see it beating beneath you. “What? N-No. I can find another lead. I have to.” Your hand found a familiar home in your pocket, toying with the pendant. “Please, I’m sorry about what happened. I can’t… I have to find him. She has to know I found him. She has to know that I never stopped searching for revenge.” Your voice was a whisper now, and you were sure you were only speaking to yourself. You felt your lower lip quiver, and you were sure you would cry at any moment. “Please.”

There was long beat of silence. So long, you weren’t sure it would end. You stared out of the cockpit, attempting to lose yourself in the swirling blues of hyperspace travel. Finally, he spoke. “Find a new lead. Ask Greef Karga if he knows anyone. When you find something useful, contact me.” He turned toward you just long enough to place a small communicator in your hand. “We’ll find the Trandoshan.”

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Chapter Two: The Moon

Chapter One

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 (?)

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘢𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵.

You rocked back and forth on your feet as you stood outside the bar you had been in just hours ago. It wasn’t quite sundown, but you had too much at stake to risk the Mandalorian leaving without you. Your fingers found their way into your pocket, brushing over the pendant that rested there. Your ears pricked as you heard heavy footfalls heading toward you. 

Your gaze met a familiar dark visor. “You’re early.” You heard the man grumble. You looked him over, noting the bag he had strapped over one of his shoulders. The orange-pink hue of the setting sun reflected off of his armor as he stopped in front of you.

You shifted your own bag over your shoulder. You didn’t bring much, mainly to avoid taking up too much room in whatever ship the man had. “Yes, well, you did threaten to take my credits and leave me here if I wasn’t on time.” You replied, your tone laced with hints of venom. “Did you have other things to do, or can we leave?”

You knew you shouldn’t be rude to the only person who had agreed to help you, but something about his grumpy demeanor was quite contagious. You took his grunt as an answer as he began to stalk off. You followed close behind him, just barely struggling to keep up with his long strides.

His ship wasn’t far, but you were glad to be done with the walk regardless. The Mandalorian turned to you as soon as you managed to get inside. “You can put your stuff in the cargo hold, with everything else. Don’t touch anything and don’t get in my way.”

You scoffed, but he had already turned around by the time you came up with a comeback. Stars, you just had to hire the biggest ass in the galaxy. You set your bag down as you took a few steps further in, sighing quietly. You watched the man’s figure as he disappeared into the cockpit. You knew, unfortunately, that you would have to join him before the ship took off. Your fingers closed around the pendant in your pocket once more before you made your way up the stairs.

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You had always hated space travel. It seemed even worse in the ancient piece of metal you were currently traveling in. You pressed a hand to your stomach, hoping to settle some of the queasiness in your stomach. The ship hadn’t even made the jump to hyperspace yet.

“Donot puke in my ship.” The cold, robotic voice scolded. From your seat slightly behind him, you shot a look at the back of the helm the Mandalorian wore. “Do you have a location for the Trandoshan you’re trying to find?” 

When you closed your eyes, you could see the Trandoshan’s face. Anger bubbled in your stomach, replacing the nausea. “Nar Shadaa. I have a friend there, saw someone matching his description less than a month ago.”

The Mandalorian’s gloved fingers tightened around the steering device. “Amonth ? You… Do you have any idea how much traveling can be done in amonth ?” A metallic sigh left the helm and you frowned.

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you attempted to swallow the anger that threatened to spill from your lips. “I am well aware of how much traveling can be done in a month. I have been looking for the Trandoshan for six years.” You muttered through gritted teeth. Your heart pounded in your chest as you attempted to calm yourself down.

“And you still don’t have a solid lead? You just thought you would hire someone to, what? Transport you across the galaxy in hopes that eventually you would just cross paths with him?” The Mandalorian’s voice never raised. His gaze never turned toward you. He sounded stoic, as though he wasn’t treating you like a complete idiot.

Your breathing sped up as you wrung your hands together. Despite his words, the Mandalorian punched in coordinates you couldn’t quite see into his navicomputer. “I do not owe you an explanation, nor do I expect someone like you to understand my reasons. I certainly do not need your companionship.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, though your breathing caused your words to be shaky. “I hired someone to kill the Trandoshan, to take me with them so I can see the light as it leaves its eyes. I want to hear the last breath leave its chest.”

The Mandalorian did not respond. Perhaps he had nothing else to say. You felt the sting of tears at the edge of your eyes, but you did not stop them from falling or bother to wipe them away. You pulled the pendant out of your pocket, twisting it between your fingers. You felt your body jolt as the ship made the jump to hyperspace. You leaned back in the seat, allowing the uncomfortable silence to lay over the cabin.

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“Mama, I’m frightened.” Lenaria’s soft voice rang through the house. Blaster fire sounded outside, followed by the sound of bodies hitting the floor. Her small hands clung to your blouse as you pulled her closer. 

“It’s alright, my darling. Everything is alright.” You wished you had something more comforting to tell her. You knew why they were here. The war raged and your daughter was Force-sensitive. You had been able to keep it a secret for so long. “Come here, Lenaria. Try to rest.”

You pulled her head against your chest, hoping to muffle the sounds of explosions in the street. You sang softly against the top of her head.

“Mirrorbright, shines the moon, its glow as soft as an ember,

When the moon is mirrorbright, take this time to remember,

Those you have loved but are gone,

Those who kept you so safe and warm

The mirrorbright moon lets you see”

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“...up.” The feeling of a hand on your shoulder woke you from a sleep you hadn’t known you fell into. You gasped loudly, reaching for your blaster with a start. You pointed it toward the figure in front of you. As you came to, your breathing rapid, you recognized the Mandalorian. “Put it down. I’m just waking you up.”

His voice seemed… softer, gentler. You lowered your blaster, attempting to calm your breathing. “What are you… Why…” 

“You were talking in your sleep. It was annoying.” The cold, robotic voice had returned. You breathed a sigh as you leaned your head back. You yawned, wiping the sleep from your eyes. “We just landed. Finish waking up and meet me outside.” With a twist of his cape, the Mandalorian disappeared down the steps of the ship.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts. Your hand was still tightly wrapped around the pendant you held. You pressed your lips to it once before shoving it back in your pocket. Finally, you stood, stretching your legs before descending down the stairs.

You found the Mandalorian at the base of the offloading ramp, rifle swung over his shoulder as he fiddled with one of his pauldrons. You watched him curiously for a moment, his visor focused in on the piece of steel on his shoulder. “This friend of yours,” he spoke up, seeming to sense your presence, “they have a usual hang out spot?”

You nodded as you walked past him. “There’s this cantina in the lower Promenade. Cleanest place on this entire moon, really. She’s usually somewhere there, hustling some poor traveler out of there credits in a game of Sabacc.” You chuckled to yourself. “I do have to warn you. She’s, uh… she’s pretty eccentric.”

The Mandalorian grunted as you lead the way. “I can handle myself.” He muttered. Still, you knew your friend better than anyone else. You also knew what she was like around any male she ever came across.

The walk to the cantina wasn’t long, but it was deadly quiet. You knew that you and the Mandalorian didn’t have much to talk about. Still, the awkwardness of it all was causing your hair to stand on end.

As expected, your friend was in the corner of the cantina, Sabacc cards in hand as she chatted up some poor pilot. She was gorgeous, as always. Her skin was an icy blue, only broken by the dark stripes that ran down each of her lekku. The energy she gave off was so bright, you always felt better in her presence.

“Cyrissa.” You mentioned softly. “Don’t tell me you’re emptying this poor kid’s pockets.” You laughed, looking to the man who was positively entranced by the Twi’lek sitting across from him. 

Cyrissa shouted your name so loudly, you were sure half the cantina turned toward you. “Stars, it’s been too long! Come, sit, play a game with us.” She gestured beside her, her grin only growing when she noticed the Mandalorian behind you. “Oh, and you’ve brought me a gift. How lovely. I do so enjoy shiny things.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “This one’s not for you, Cy. He’s with me.” You took a seat beside her, prompting the Mandalorian to occupy the seat the pilot had just vacated.

The Twi’lek’s eyes widened. “Oh? So you’ve finally found another match?” She shuffled the cards in her hands. “It’s about time. It’s been almost ten years since your husband–”

You cleared your throat. “I’m afraid we’re here on business. The Trandoshan that… the one I’ve been looking for. You mentioned you saw him a while back. We need to know exactly where.” You turned toward her fully. You knew better than to hope too much, but you couldn’t help the eagerness in your tone. It had been so long that you had been searching. You hoped it was finally coming to an end.

Cyrissa tilted her head, tapping the table gently as she pondered. “Yes, I remember. I saw the brute during one of my jaunts through the Corellian sector. Nasty thing. He was with some Rodian by the name of Vijiss, but he had that same scar on his chin that you described.” She placed a hand over yours. “Oh, darling, I hope you find him. I know how important this is for you. For little Lenaria.”

You squeezed her hand in appreciation, a sad smile working its way onto your face. You turned to the Mandalorian. “We should get going. I doubt he’ll stick around long, if he’s still here.” You watched him nod, feeling that metallic gaze on you. Briefly, you wondered what he might look like under there. You wondered if you would ever get to find out.

Without another word, the two of you took off. You trailed a few steps behind him, your heart beating in your ears. You were more than happy to pay for the taxi, and even happier to let the Mandalorian drive. It was silent for a few more moments before his modulated voice rang out. “Who’s Lenaria?”

The question caught you off guard. You coughed, choking on a breath you’d inhaled. The name sounded foreign coming from him. “She’s no one. None of your concern.” You spat.

“The Twi’Lek said finding the Trandoshan is important to you and to Lenaria. If there’s another party involved that I’m not aware of–”

“There isn’t.” Your tone was venomous as your head whipped to face him. “Not anymore.” You added that last part solemnly. Your hand reached into your pocket again, pulling out the flower-shaped pendant. You turned it over in your fingers, a soft smile making its way onto your face. You could feel the Mandalorian’s gaze on you. “She’s… she was … my daughter.”

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Taking it Slow

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 18+ 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠!! 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘚 𝘋𝘕𝘐!! 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.1𝘬

You had been planning this dinner for weeks. You had been rushing things with Matt for too long. Quick kisses while you two grabbed a coffee during lunch, fast paced moments in his office late at night before he ran off to do his other job. You wanted something slow, something you could take your time with.

It would have taken ages to get a reservation at one of the nicer restaurants, so you opted to cook something instead. You hummed quietly as you stirred the contents of the pan, swaying your hips to the soft song you’d been listening to. A grin worked its way onto your face as a knock sounded from the front of your apartment. “It’s open!” You called, knowing the person on the other side would be able to hear you.

Matt’s footsteps were all-too-familiar. You didn’t turn your attention away from the stove as he set his things down on your sofa. The smell of freshly done laundry and his cologne enveloped you as he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His chest pressed against your back as his chin rested on your shoulder. “Hi.”

You chuckled, leaning your head against his as you set your stirring spoon down. “Hi. Dinner’s almost done. I wasn’t expecting you so early.” 

You tilted your head slightly as his nose nuzzled against your cheek. “Smells delicious.” He paused, his stubble grazing your skin as he nipped at your neck. “Food smells good, too.” You smacked one of his hands that rested against your stomach, drawing a soft laugh from him. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be good.”

You knew better than to believe him, especially as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, his knuckles just barely brushing against the skin of your waist. “Matthew…” He hummed in response. “We’re never going to get to eat dinner if you can’t behave yourself.”

“What if I want dessert first?” He muttered against your shoulder, pressing his hips into your backside. If his touch wasn’t so overwhelming, you’d laugh at him for the cheesy line. You could feel yourself melting against him, searching your brain for every ounce of willpower you had. 

Slowly, you peeled his hands off of you. “You are ridiculous, Matt Murdock. Go sit down. And try to keep your hands to yourself until after we’ve eaten.” You roll your eyes at the sigh that leaves his lips, smile still stretching your lips.

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It doesn’t take the two of you long to finish your meal. Perhaps it’s because you skipped lunch. Perhaps it’s because the insatiable man in front of you can’t wait to get his hands back on you. You’re inclined to think it’s the latter.

As you wash up, Matt reclines on your sofa. His hand reaches over to brush over the cover of the book on the end table. The words on the cover aren’t braille, but they are indented into the material of the book. “Is this new?” He asks, his voice slightly raised so you can hear him over the running water.

You shut off the tap, making your way over to the sofa. You settle in beside him, his hand finding your thigh almost immediately. You reach over him, grabbing the book in question. “This? Fairly. I’ve read it before, I’m just re-reading it now.”

“Must be good if you’re reading it more than once.” His arm slinks around your waist, pulling you closer into his side. You hum contently, resting your head against his shoulder. He had taken his suit jacket off, along with his crisp button-down. He was clad in just his slacks and a white t-shirt now. He looked beautiful like this, you thought. His hair was slightly messy, and you had to stop yourself from running your fingers through it. His red-tinted glasses were gone, letting you see his warm brown eyes. Their unfocused gaze never once bothered you. You loved looking into them, regardless of whether they could look back. “Will you read it to me?” He asked softly, his fingertips drawing lazy circles against your side.

“You want me to read to you?”

Matt shrugged. “I like hearing your voice.” The words almost sounded sheepish, causing your heart to leap into your throat. After all this time, he could still stir the butterflies in your stomach.

You, of course, would indulge him. You settled further against him, opening the cover of the book. It was a fantasy novel you’d picked up a few months ago. Something a friend recommended to you. You hadn’t gotten more than two sentences in when Matt’s hand began wandering.

It started somewhat innocently, his fingers slipping under your shirt and grazing the skin just below your breast. You attempted to pay it no mind, continuing to focus on the words printed on the page in front of you. You stumbled over your words as his other hand came to rest on your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. “Matt.” You warned.

A quiet “hm?” was his only response.

“I can’t focus when you do that.”

“Yes, you can, angel.” The feeling of his fingertips dragging along your thigh made your legs part just slightly, like your body was responding to silent commands from the man next to you. “Keep reading.” He demanded, his left hand traveling up to cup your breast.

Your breaths were short as you attempted to focus, to keep reading line after line. Matt’s head dipped down, his lips brushing the skin of your bare neck. Your head spun as he caressed you, finding every inch of skin he could. The hand on your leg drew further up, his knuckles ghosting over where you needed him most. You gasped, clenching your legs together and capturing his hand in the process. Matt growled above you. The sound alone was enough to make you tremble. “Keep your legs open, angel. Be a good girl for me.”

His words were almost torturous. Slowly, you spread your knees for him. His teeth nipped at your neck as his index finger slipped under the fabric of your underwear. The book fell from your hands as his finger slid through your folds, drawing a chuckle from him. “P-Please…” You whined.

His thumb connected with your clit, your hips bucking upward in response. “All worked up for me already, sweet girl? I’ve barely touched you.” His thumb drew short circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core. He slipped one finger into you as he bit into your neck. It was hard enough that you knew there would be a mark tomorrow. His other hand squeezed your breast, his slim fingers gently tugging at your nipple.

Your back arched as you let out a soft whimper. Your body was always so responsive to Matt’s touched, and he loved it. You couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone tell him how you were feeling. You settled for a quiet moan instead as he added another of his fingers into your core.

Your hips rutted against his hand as he began to pump his digits in and out of you. You skirt had hiked its way up your legs, bunching up around your waste. “You’re always so good for me, angel. So responsive. I love those cute little noises you make.”

“Please, Matty…” You breathed, whimpers freely leaving your parted lips. “Need you…”

Matt hummed. You whined as he slid his fingers out of you. You opened your mouth wider as he raised them to your lips, gently pressing them against your tongue. You heard him groan as you sucked your arousal off of him, running your tongue over his calloused skin. “Not yet, sweetheart. Wanna taste you first.”

You watched as he sunk to his knees in front of you. His fingers looped into the waistband of your skirt, and you lifted your hips just enough for him to slide it off along with your underwear. You hummed as he pressed his lips against your inner thigh, his hands resting on your knees to spread you wider for him.

You keened as his tongued licked up your seam before flicking the sensitive bud at the center. You felt him grin against your skin as he lapped at you, fingers finding their way back to your dripping cunt. The familiar build in the pit of your stomach told you that you wouldn’t make it much longer.

Your head dropped back onto the couch as he worked a third finger inside of you, still sucking and licking at your clit like a man starved. Your fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you as your climax drew closer.

Matt moaned as your release finally washed over you. He licked up every drop of your arousal before sitting up on his knees. He grinned up at you as his hands wrapped around your arms, pulling you down to him. Your lips met his instantly, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

“Your turn.” You managed between breaths, standing up on shaky legs. Matt stood with you, hands still on your arms as he caressed your bare skin. Your hands smoothed down his chest until they reached his belt. You fumbled for only a moment before finally tearing it off of him.

You slid his slacks off with ease, feeling your stomach tighten at the sight of the prominent bulge in his briefs. Matt let out a shaky breath as you trailed your fingers over the outline. You gently palmed him through the fabric, smirking when his hips bucking into your touch. “Angel, you’re going to kill me if you don’t do something.”

You chuckled, sliding his briefs down his legs. His erection sprung free, thick and long and throbbing at the anticipation of your next move. Matt’s fingers held your hair back as you slid to your knees. He groaned above you as you placed a chaste kiss to the tip. You slipped just the head of his cock between your lips, fingers wrapping around the base.

By the way Matt tensed above you, you could tell it was taking every ounce of restraint he had not to thrust into your mouth. You moaned at the thought, causing him to grip your hair tighter at the sensation. “Sweet girl, it’s not polite to tease.”

His scolding had you clenching your thighs as you sunk your mouth further down on his cock. The shaky breath he took only spurred you on as you bobbed your head over his length. Your tongue brushed over a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of him, and that last bit of restraint left him. He thrusted into your mouth as he groaned, hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, sorry. I can’t… you’re too good to me, angel. I can’t help myself.”

You pulled back for a brief moment, replacing the movements of your mouth with your hand as you caught your breath. “So don’t. I want you to use me, Matty.”

Another breathy curse left his lips as you sunk your mouth back onto him. He didn’t hold back this time, thrusting into your mouth until tears welled in your eyes. Unrestrained moans flowed from his parted lips, and you had to clench your thighs to relieve the pressure building there.

You loved seeing him like this, so worked up and hard for you. You loved watching him, his face contorted in pleasure as he drew closer and closer to the edge.

Matt reached his climax without warning, burying himself as far as he could and painting the back of your throat with ropes of come. You moaned at the taste before pulling off of him, swallowing everything he had to offer. Soft curses left his lips as he pulled you off of your knees. 

You chuckled softly as he brushed his fingers over your swollen lips. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Of course I’m okay, Matt. You’d know if I wasn’t.”

His fingertips trailed down your cheek, your neck, skimming over your collar bones before tracing the valley between your breasts. “Good, that’s good.” He breathed. “Because I don’t think I’m finished with you quite yet.”

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