#If Grogu wants a lightsaber he is getting a lightsaber

[imaginedisish]

The Only Exception (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!!! Ahhh here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This has been sitting in my WIPs since late November/early December. This is what I was working on before I got sick. I’m so happy it’s done. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out, although I may have written something similar to this already. It’s very much inspired by “The Only Exception,” by Paramore. I’m hoping I didn’t use this song as a title yet....Oh well. ENJOY!

Summary: Din has been wildly overprotective of you lately, but maybe it’s because there’s something lying deep below the surface that’s been threatening to bubble over...

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! 18+ Please!!! Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, canon typical violence, Jedi!reader, Razor Crest still exists (and it’s def bigger in my head than it is in the show), praise kink, friends to lovers, angsty but fluffy and smutty dw, I only proofread like 2 times so it may be bad (it’s 3:16am...so...we die like men!), AFAB reader, uhhh I think that’s it...

Word Count: 3,078

“I swear to the Maker, if you don’t get back on the Crest now, I’m gonna-,”

Din is cut off by the sound of your lightsaber clashing through the plastoid armor of the stormtrooper to your left. You swing your saber around, showing off more than you need to. You throw it down the alleyway, feeling through the force as it cuts through another stormtrooper before finding its way back to your hand.

“You’re gonna what?” You say, tilting your head to the side. You point your saber to the stormtroopers scattered around the alleyway. “I just saved you.” You close your saber and cross your arms cockily.

Din shakes his head, his gaze refusing to meet yours. “And where’s the kid? You just left him on the Crest?” You roll your eyes, turning your back towards him as you remove your cloak from your shoulders. There, in perfect condition, is Grogu, secure in a little carrier on your back.

“You really think I’d be that dumb?” Your words have a callous edge to them. Din had been far moodier than usual over the past few days, and with that came a strange overprotectiveness that you hadn’t seen before. It was starting to feel as if he thought you were going to mess up, that you couldn’t take care of yourself. “You think I’d put the kid’s life at stake?”

“That’s not what I meant.” The anger in his voice has all but melted away. You’re shocked by how defeated he sounds now.

You inhale deeply, taking a moment to calm yourself down. “So what did you mean, Din?”

“We don’t have time for this now.” He’s curt and almost a bit cold, his modulated voice echoing off the walls of the alleyway. “We need to get back to the ship.”

You hate the way he’s brushing you off, ignoring you, pushing you to the side. You didn’t need this; you didn’t need to put up with his shit. Not anymore. “What is going on with you?” The words come out louder, more aggressive than you meant them to.

Din takes a single stride towards you, his broad figure practically shoving you against the wall in the process. “We are not doing this here.” The feeling of him being so close to you clouds your mind. You can’t form a coherent thought, never mind a sentence. You want to say something, to stand up for yourself, but you can’t. “Now cut the shit so we can get back to the ship.” There’s that anger again, that finality in his voice.

In the distance you can hear stormtroopers chatting, whispering your name, mumbling on about Grogu, warning each other about the Mandalorian. Din was right. There was no time to hash this out here. You nod, finally caving in. Din takes a step away from you, immediately grasping your wrist in his hand before making a break for the Crest, just on the other end of the alleyway.

Somehow you make it without being seen. Din lets go of your hand, motioning for you to get on the ship. You make a b-line for the back and carefully remove Grogu from his carrier, placing him in his crib. You stand frozen in place in front of it, watching his eyes flutter open and closed as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

You don’t want to move. You rather watch the child you had come to care so deeply for sleep peacefully than deal with a massively enraged Din. The oncoming fight would most definitely wake Grogu, so maybe it was best for you to hide in the little corner that you had come to call Grogu’s bedroom, completely unnoticed. But obviously, that’s not an option. You begrudgingly step towards the end of the hull and decide to keep your hands busy by organizing the tiny stock of food that lined a makeshift shelf along the far wall.

You can hear Din’s heavy steps on the other side of the ship, presumably heading up towards the cockpit. After a few seconds and many annoyed grunts from Din, the ship is lifted into the air and away from danger.

You try your best to bring yourself to get angry at him, to yell some explicative across the hull of the ship and spit a curse in his helmet-covered face. You wanted the consequences, for him to storm over and scream back. But you couldn’t – because things weren’t normally like this. Din had always been kind, caring, protective even.

He'd leave the cockpit to grab a blanket from his cot when you fell asleep in the co-pilot’s chair. He’d come back and gently, yet silently, tuck you in with it. It was the only blanket he had. Sometimes you’d wake up in his bed, having been carried into it at some point during the night. He’d be awake, taking care of the child, flying the Crest, making sure nothing and no green baby woke you up.

You’d be lying if you said his doting behavior didn’t draw you to him, that it didn’t make you crave him. Every soft touch on your shoulder, every time you pretended to be asleep just to feel his arms wrap around you as he brought you to his cot. You’d let your stares linger a little too long from time to time, pushing past your reflection in his armor, searching for some sort of sign that maybe he feels the same.

You wanted him to come up behind you, rest his hands on your hips, squeezing softly at the exposed inch of skin where your top and your pants just can’t seem to meet, and whisper in your ear in that husky, modulated voice that he’s sorry, that he’ll make up to you by-

“Never, ever, do anything like that again.” You practically jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice. You quickly turn around, not realizing how close Din had gotten to you. His chest is practically flush against yours, the proximity causing you to stumble back against the shelf, threatening to bring it down with you.

Din immediately snakes an arm around your waist, keeping you from falling against the cold metal floors below. Your arms instinctively reach up around his neck to stabilize yourself. You’re glued to him now, and you don’t particularly want to let go. You swallow harshly, intimidated by the way the beskar clad man seems to tower over you, by the way you can smell him, by the way his forehead practically touches yours.

You take a deep breath, furrowing your brows and doing your best to collect your thoughts despite the fog that the moment seemed to create in your brain. “Do what? Save your ass?” You spit, instantly regretting the harshness of your words, even if he deserves them.

“You weren’t supposed to leave the ship.” He’s stern, his voice somehow punishing. “You were supposed to stay here with the kid.”

You shake your head, feeling far too much like a child caught playing in the front seat of their parent’s speeder. “You needed my help! You would’ve died out there without me! And I can handle myself,” You yell, trying to ignore how you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours. “If this is about risking the kid’s life, I promise you I wasn’t. I would never put him-,”

He cuts you off, “I know you wouldn’t, that’s not what this is about.”

What? You think to yourself, confused beyond belief. If this wasn’t about the child, then what could this possibly be about? “So then what’s the problem?” You ask, more aware of the way that Din is holding you against him now than you were before.

You can hear Din inhale deeply through the modulator. “You.” A shudder rolls down your spine. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” There’s still an edge in his voice, but he’s calmer now, almost pained, as if considering your death in some dark corner of his mind.

“Sorry that my death would be such an inconvenience for you,” You say sardonically. “It’ll be hard trying to replace me with some other force-wielding wizard that’ll be willing to babysit for you, since clearly that’s all I am.” You wanted the words to sting him, to hurt him, and maybe they did, but it felt like a punch in the gut to simply think them. You wanted to grab the words from where they still hung in the air and shove them back into your mouth, to swallow them so that they could burn in the acid of your stomach.

Din tilts his head down, crushed, defeated. Your heart winces. Fuck. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” His stare finds yours again, and you quickly look down at his shoulder, too embarrassed to have him look you in your eyes.

You shake your head. “But Din, that’s the problem,” You say, somehow finding the courage to meet his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean. How am I supposed to know what you mean if you won’t kriffing tell-,”

“Fucking hell, I don’t want to lose you!”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

Din looks around the hull, as if the words he was searching for were hiding, wrapped somewhere around its silver walls. “I can’t lose you. And before you ask, no, it’s not because you train the kid or whatever the hell you think it is.” You can feel the pain in his voice, guilt quickly filling your gut. “It’s just…” He trails off, silence hanging heavy in the air.

“Well…what is it?” You mumble, struggling to force down the lump in your throat. You wish you could see his face, to get a sense of his expression, an inkling as to what he was really feeling.

“You,” He says, as if those three letters held some secret, omniscient being or meaning. To him, they did. It was you. You were the thing that kept him up at night, the thing that made him want to show every facet of his being for the first time in his life.  “You’re reckless and careless and sometimes you drive me absolutely insane.”

You scoff. “Wow, what a glowing review of my services!”

Din shakes his head. “You don’t fucking get it. You’re so much more than that, because even though you drive me crazy,” He pauses; the modulator picks up his breath as it catches in his throat, “I know I’d never be able to spend an entire lifetime without you in it.”

You’re speechless. An entire lifetime? “Din I-,”

“Close your eyes.”

“What? You just said all that and you want me to close my-,”

“Just close your eyes. You trust me, don’t you?”

Of course I trust you, smart-ass, You think to yourself. So, you do what he says, shutting your eyes firmly. Then there’s a hiss, and then something clunks loudly against the floor. And then…

It’s warm, and soft, and smooth, and all those other perfect words someone would use to describe the perfect kiss. He has a mustache under all that metal, and now you know, because it tickles ever so gently just above your upper lip. His hands squeeze your hips just a bit tighter, pulling you further into his chest.

His lips press deeper into yours, hungrier. You keep your eyes closed tightly, your hands sliding up and into his hair, combing gently. He moans into your mouth at the touch as he guides you away from the shelf and towards his cot.

“D-Din,” You stutter in between gasps.

“What is it, mesh’la?” He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

You can feel the heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach, but there’s something stopping you, something telling you that there’s no possible way this could ever be real, that it wasn’t a set-up, that it wasn’t a dream. “Do you really want this?”

“More than anything.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you silently wish to yourself that you could see it. “Do you?”

You nod, repeating his words, “More than anything.”

His lips find yours again, his knee nudging in between your thighs as he pushes you down onto his cot. He’s on top of you now, his hands on either side of your body. “Wanted you for so long…” He whispers in your ear. “Wanted you this whole time.” Fuck, he was going to kill you.

Din presses sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck, leading up to your jaw. His hands stretch under the hemline of your shirt, his fingertips gliding across your stomach and towards the edge of your bra. You shudder as he reaches underneath, slowly inching towards your chest.

Something was changing within him, and that something was you. You made him want to throw his Creed away, to ignore all he had been taught his entire life. How could you ever possibly be something he shouldn’t have? He needed you.

More than anything. And you needed him.

“Please,” You beg. “I need you Din, please.”

And just like that, something within him finally switched.

“Open your eyes, cyare,” He’s so quiet you almost miss it. His fingers dip underneath your bra, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger teasingly before doing the same to the other. “’Want you to look at me when I make you come.”

Panic rises to your chest. “W-what, are you sure? What about the Creed, what about-,”

“It doesn’t matter, not if it means I can’t have you.”

You wait a moment, giving him time to change his mind, but he doesn’t. You let your eyes flutter open, his curly hair and brown eyes flooding your vision. And Maker, there’s that smile, the smile you’d only heard through laughs and sarcastic, snide quips. You swear your heart skips a beat, maybe even two. He was perfect. Of course he was fucking perfect.

“You’re beautiful,” You whisper, your hands finding their way to his cheeks, his neck, your fingertips carefully running over his lips. His forehead rests down on yours, his eyes closing softly, reveling in the intimacy.

Din lifts himself off you and makes his way down your body, settling in between your legs. His fingers hook the waistline of your pants, tugging them down and throwing them somewhere in the hull. He feels your core through your soaked panties.

“So fucking wet for me, pretty girl,” He coos, practically ripping your panties as he pulls them down your legs. “Need to taste you.”

“F-fuck, Din,” You breathe sharply as his tongue laps at your clit, your hips lifting off the mattress. Din presses an arm across your hips, keeping you down against the cot, his free hand spreading your slick, teasing your entrance.

“’Tastes so good,” He rasps, his voice vibrating deliciously against your core. “Doing so good for me sweet girl.”

His mouth sucks harshly at your clit, taking the small bundle of nerves into his mouth, lapping at you like he was starving. You wanted more, needed more.

“N-need you, Din,” You whine, your hips fighting against the arm that held you down. He pushes you down further into the mattress, his mouth pressing even deeper onto your core.

“Not done with you yet,” He grunts, pushing two fingers into your entrance, pumping in and out, fast and hard. You could feel yourself growing closer with each thrust.

You moan his name like it’s a prayer, and in this moment it is. “Din, please, I, just…” But you can’t finish your sentence. It’s all too much, his fingers, his tongue, his voice, him. He was everywhere and everything all at once. And yet you needed more.

“Use your words, sweet girl,” He says patiently, nonchalantly.

“I want…” Your words fail again. “I…need you to f-fuck me, please.”

But he doesn’t stop, he keeps going. “I said I wasn’t done with you yet.” You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, teetering just on the edge.

“I’m so close,” You pant in between ragged breaths.

And then, abruptly, he pulls away, leaving you cold and empty. Before you can even think to sit up or reach out for him, he was back, his hips resting against yours, his pants and armor now somewhere scattered to the side. You could feel his cock throbbing against your inner thighs. He lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you.

“Din,” You whimper. “Plea-,”

He buries himself inside you, cutting you off, stretching you out. “So fucking tight,” He praises, pulling all the way out before thrusting back into you, filling you up again. “So soft, so perfect.” His fingers find your clit, circling the nerves roughly.

His forehead rests on your own as his left-hand searches for your right one. His fingers intertwine with yours just above your head, keeping you from drowning, cementing you there with him. It all feels so good, each pump, each circle at your clit. You can feel your walls clenching around him.

“Taking me so well,” He soothes, rocking into you. “Such a good girl.” It was all too much, his words, his cock.

“I-I’m gonna-,” You choke, white heat flooding your vision. You know Din isn’t far behind, his hips stuttering against yours.

“Come for me, sweet girl, that’s it,” Din moans, sending you over the edge. You feel yourself shattering underneath him, falling apart into a million pieces, only to be put back together again. His name slips off your tongue as he comes inside you.

His hips roll slowly against yours, gently rocking into you a few more times before pulling out.  

He shifts a bit so that you can comfortably lay on his chest. After all that, there’s only one thing you can think about.

“You wouldn’t be able to live without me?”

You look up at Din. His smirk stretches into a smile. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I wouldn’t, no.” He says it so matter-of-factly, so simply, as if it was common knowledge. “I need you. I always have.”

“I need you too.” He was the only person you had ever needed, the only exception. You didn’t need to tell him. He knew. Always has, always will.

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

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𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞 ||  𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐆𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭, 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝.

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝.

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Dirt everywhere; you hate it. Rolling your eyes, you stand up and start cleaning your clothes. There’s a tiny burn on your forearm caused by the Marksman-H. 

“That was very good. But you got distracted at the end….” Luke explains. You nod, giving him a little smile. 

“Did I make it?” Leia appears panting and gasping through the humid jungle. You giggle after seeing her so disheveled.

“Leia, the Marksman-H returned half an hour ago” You couldn’t help but laugh. 

Your padawan mate completely got lost in the jungle.

“Oh, stars,” she surrenders, sitting to drink water.

“You’re not done, y/n. Turn on your lightsaber.” tired, you stand up to get in position. The green laser appeared with the characteristic sound, and the flying ball started to shoot you. 

After months of training, you finally could use your own lightsaber and control part of the force.

“You can focus on the control of the lightsaber, but if you focus on the force, the win will be greater,” Luke softly added as you managed to dodge the sharp shooting of the Marksman. 

The force, the force, the force. You close your eyes, and pushing one hand toward the ball, you feel it crush.

“Good job, you opted to use the force instead of physical skills to complete your task. That’s why you have a green lightsaber, y/n. However, I can feel disturbed,” the young man announced. Making you and Leia exchange confused looks. Luke sighs, pushing away the crashed Marksman. 

“I can’t tell if it’s a premonition or not. But it was evident that you’ll end up in danger….” Not again. The war finished a year ago. You were just eighteen. 

“Don’t be afraid. As long as the force is with you, everything will be okay” You nod. “Perhaps this is a bad omen, but we don’t know when it will happen. Until then, we’ll keep your training.”

“Luke…” you call him, and he returns. “If I ever end up being in danger, I cause it. Hide my memories.” he looks hesitant but nods. 

Because he knows it’s the best.

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Panic. It’s all Din Djarin is feeling.

“I’ll take care of Moff Gideon. But I need to find Princess y/n” Bo-Katan agrees and lets Din know the next movement. 

“R-5. Before you give me the location of the command center, I need to go to the laboratory. " The droid makes some sounds, and finally, Din can hear an answer.

“Let’s go, Grogu. We need to save your mother,” the baby squeals inside the droid, totally mastering it, answering Din with a robotic yes.

Through the alleys and corridors of the base, Din wonders how you had the force if you never showed any sign of it. 

Perhaps you lied to protect yourself, although that would hurt him because he thought you trusted him. 

Then you yelled and cried about the fight, telling him everything he wanted, but not in that way. 

About your feelings for him, he wanted the same.

With more reason, he had to save you from making things right. 

Grogu coos at Din, and when he turns, he sighs with relief to see doors that protect the laboratory.

Only two soldiers get in the way, but Din quickly gets rid of them in minutes. 

The room is white, full of chemicals, annoying sounds, and surgical tools. The thought of surgery makes a shiver run down Din’s spine.

“Keep your eyes open, Grogu. The princess must be here,” the green baby nods, moving around the room until he spots a crystal door. Grogu can see you in the middle, unconscious in a bed. 

“What?” Din asks with his gun in hand until he sees Grogu pointing, and the Mandalorian can finally see you.

He jogs to the door and noticing is coded. With a single shot to the pad next to it, it’s open. 

When he is next to you, he notices there’s no fresh blood. Your face looks clean, and your hair is wet. A white blanket covers you from shoulders to toes, and the image is dreadful to Din, almost like he was seeing your corpse. 

“She’s alive…” he announced to Grogu, but mostly, it was to soothe himself. 

Once he’s getting you out of the silver bed, he stops, realizing you're only in underwear. 

“Dank farrik…” he cursed, placing you above the fabric that covered you.

And as Din hurried to find some clothes, Grogu walked cautiously towards you. 

His little hand lifts to your unconscious body. He closes his eyes and concentrates on contacting you through the force.

Please, wake up. It’s gonna hurt a little.

Din turns worried once he hears you complain of pain. He looks as you suddenly wake up and sit to hold your temple, showing that your head is hurting a lot.

“Grogu! you’re hurting her!” Din says after seeing the little child using his abilities on you. Still, Din is unaware of what Grogu is actually doing. “Kid, stop”

You feel someone’s hands on your shoulders and cheek, but you can’t see or hear anything. 

Until you hear your own voice saying something. Just like it happened when Grogu communicated with you a day ago. 

Please, wake up. It’s gonna hurt a little.

It’s Grogu. He’s talking to you. 

Flashes assault you from the time when you joined the rebellion. 

Training in Dagobah, the Skywalker twins. Han Solo’s ship, the kind of Wookiee. Your X-Wing, the green saber. 

You open your eyes and let out a long pant, feeling like drowning.

“…y/n!” You hear Din calling you. And finally, you can see your little family looking worried at you. 

Before you can say anything to Din, you smile brightly at Grogu.

“Grogu, you brought back my memories, baby. Thank you…” He lets out the cutest coo. 

“Memories?” Din asks. But you ignore his questions for a few seconds. Because you hug him tightly, brushing away all your anger toward him and Lady Kryze. He holds you tightly, and you feel the pressure of his helmet on top of your head.

“I’m sorry, Din,” you admit.

“We’ll talk about it later. You just need to know that I love you too, so much, cyar’ika” You nod, enjoying the hug as you hold Grogu’s little hand. “But what memories, y/n?”

“Luke Skywalker was my master. The man who trained Grogu… I was a Jedi, Din” It felt like the force was trapped somewhere inside you, and now that Grogu had set it free, you could feel it everywhere. 

“That’s why Gideon trapped you, right? But Skywalker blocked the memories to keep you safe,” he whispered. 

“No, I did it. I removed my own memories,” you say. “But our little one here, he helped me”

Both of you turn to look at Grogu, who looks happy or proud of being able to help you.

“We need to take him down. This war is not gonna be over if he’s not gone” Din has a lot of questions to you, a lot of things to say and confess, but not yet. You nod, and soon you realize you’re in underwear. “My clothes…”

“There’s something here…” the Mandalorian points at the tiny closet in a corner. He takes some clothes out along with a metal box. It’s some black attire, which wasn’t yours, but it looked clean like they left it for you. The box had your holster and boots, at least. 

You quietly get dressed as Din guards the door, and Grogu helps him to look. 

“We’ll go to the command center. Gideon must be there.” You nod at the man as the three of you walk on the bright hallways. “The fleet was able to escape. I don’t know what’s their next move.”

Before you make another turn, Din stops you.

“Listen, this is dangerous. If anything, you stay behind me. I’m not letting them retake you,” he means it. While you had cared for each other over time, Din wouldn’t let you or Grogu alone for a second. 

“I know…” you nod. He leans, and in a second, he’s giving you a keldabe kiss. You are surprised, but you don’t say anything.

“You know what this means?” He was nervous. One side of him hoped you didn't know the meaning behind his action.

“I do. I liked it….” He loves your smile. Even in a dangerous and unsafe moment, he knows your smile is the brightest thing in the imperial base. 

—

You looked disgusted at the clones of Gideon. You were always afraid of the experiments of the Empire. So when they targeted you as a bounty, rumors appeared. That you would be used to replicate DNA. 

Now looking at the bunch of clones is… disturbing.

“We need to get out, now,” you state seconds before Grogu jumps back, scared. As some alarms sound, Din is able to get you out in time.

But soon, you finally encounter the real enemy.

Moff Gideon explains how angry he is that his clones are gone now. You feel it, your lightsaber. The man has it.

“Now, your princess is our last hope….” you won't be part of his experiments. “Her only purpose was to follow you and babysit your kid. Here, she has a task to do.”

“I will never be part of the Empire. And I am more than you’ll ever be,” you yell, coming out of the hallway to face him.

“Wait, princess!” Din calls you, but you’re pissed. 

“Avoid the fight, princess y/n. Your days of being a Jedi are gone,” he mocks proudly. 

“I don’t think so…” you whisper, raising your hand. Your lightsaber emerges from Gideon’s cape, landing on your hand. 

You step into the position, and the imposing sound of your weapon captures the attention. The green laser illuminates your face and a significant part of the room. 

“Maybe not,” your enemy says, irritated, only to take his imitation of a double lightsaber and throw himself at you to fight.

Din is worried, but at the same time, he’s proud and shocked. He never imagined that he would see you as one of those he once called wizards.

You throw the man back, punch, and beat him. Barely cause him some burns with your lightsaber, but you know you’re weakening him.

Then, your Mandalorian lover joins the fight. It’s obvious how skilled and meticulous he is. And you love that many tricks you know have been taught by him.

“Din!” You yell when Gideon shoots him in the back. And then, praetorian guards appear. 

You push a guard away, but it’s not enough when one of them pushes you so far, landing beside Grogu. You cry when you see the guards torturing Din. Even Grogu lets out his anger. So he starts pressing the no button. You stand up quickly, ready to receive their attacks. You don’t care as long as you can protect Din and Grogu. 

Din yells as he watches the guards going after you and Grogu. He knew you would protect the baby but feared it could cost your life. 

His anger and pain grew as he watched the giant doors closing, and the last thing he saw was a guard disarm you. 

—

You knew you weren’t dying when you got cornered by the praetorian guards. Even when you got rid of some of them, the room was too small, and Grogu couldn’t fight them really well. Grogu looked worried at you, but miraculously, Din appeared and killed the last guards. 

Then, you knew Moff Gideon would lose. As the base collapsed and fire surrounded you, Din, Grogu, and Bo-Katan, you swiped your lightsaber through Gideon’s leg. He pushed you away in hurt. Bo-Katan edged him to the cliff, and using the force, you made him fall into the fire. The red-haired and Din look at each other, exchanging silent looks.

Din covered you with his arms to avoid the fire hurting you, but as you looked at tiny Grogu pushing the waves of fire away, you helped him create a bigger shield.

You offered a gentle smile to him, letting him know it was okay. 

It was over, and Mandalore was free.

—

You look as the Mandalorians gather together to watch the enormous forge get lit by the Armorer. You find it so beautiful, and although you are still resentful of all of them for how they treated you, there is no hate in your heart. They cheer as kid Ragnar is swearing the creed.

“Where is princess y/n of Naboo?” The Armorer asks suddenly, and everyone turns their helmets to look at you. “Come…”

Awkwardly, you walk towards her, and she greets you with silence. 

“For centuries, Mandalorians have unwelcomed any outsider of our culture. We have been resentful for the outcomes of The Great Purge. But Princess y/n has demonstrated to have the heart of a Mandalorian. We must thank her because she’s the one who ended Moff Gideon.” You are in shock. The Mandalorians cheer and show their respect to you. “Hand your lightsaber…”

Confused, you take it from your holster. She gently grabs the weapon and turns to the forge. The sound of the metals colliding, it hypnotized you. 

Seconds later, she hands the saber to you. A mythosaur of beskar is placed near the handler of the saber.

“A mythosaur to show our respect and eternal gratitude.” You smile kidly at her. “Thank you” She only nods. “This is the way.”

 “This is the way,” you reply and turn to the people, turning on the lightsaber and pointing it to the air as a way of acceptance.

“For Mandalore, long live princess y/n of Naboo,” Axe yells, and everyone copies him, cheering.

When Din and Grogu enter, you smile widely at them.

They stand beside you, and anyone can’t deny that you fit with Din Djarin and Grogu.

But you open your eyes widely when Din asks the Armorer to make Grogu say the Mandalorian creed.

“Din…” you call him, but he just offers you a characteristic tilt. 

You like how the Armorer tells Din that Grogu is too young to speak and swear the creed. Like she was suggesting, Din did something about it.

“If his parents gave permission, Couldn’t he then become a Mandalorian apprentice?” The Armorer nods but explains that Grogu’s parents are not in the picture, and whether his parents are alive is unclear.

“Then I will adopt him as my own '' you wanted to cry out of happiness when Din said that. 

“And I would like to marry, princess y/n…” some Mandalorians gasp in surprise. And you can’t help but hold your chest, like preventing your heart from popping out. You look at the Mandalorian like he was a ghost.

“If you agree, of course,” Din adds, slightly leaning to directly speak to you. 

“I-yes. I’ll marry you, Din” The argument from before did not matter anymore. You knew he loved you. The force confirmed it to you. He was the one who saved you from the Empire, the man who took care of you. Who welcomed you when he didn't have to. Din Djarin was your soulmate.

“To get married, you need to recite the words in Mando’a,” the Armorer says, so Din turns to you. He gently takes your hands in his gloved ones. 

“Follow my words, cyar’ika,” you nod nervously.

"Mhi solus tome.

Mhi solus dar'tome.

Mhi me'dinui an.

Mhi ba'uri verde.

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

(We are one when together.

We are one when parted.

We share all.

We will raise warriors.

I love you.)

“Let it be written in Song, that Din Djarin is accepting this foundling as his son. And taking this woman as his wife. The first foreign princess to take a Mandalorian in a riduurok (marriage)” That’s it, you are married. You have an adopted son, Din Djarin is your husband, and Grogu is your son.

Naboo has an eligible princess to run for queen.

The Mandalorians keep celebrating, and everything feels like a party, but you only have eyes for Din.

“So… What do you want to do now?” The way he asks is so cute. You giggle, looking at Grogu cooing.

“I won't keep my husband from going on adventures. Nor my baby….” you state petting one of Grogu’s ears. “But for now, let’s go and find a home.”

“We can do that…” he agrees.

—-

Din watches curiously at you and Grogu. 

The market in Nevarro is crowded after Din presents the new IG robot as the marshal. Everyone stops to greet you and congratulate you.

Because everyone knows that a woman wearing turquoise flowers in her hair and a veil is from Naboo and is newlywed. 

Just as you accepted to get married in the Mandalorian way, Din wanted you to experience Naboo's traditional way of marriage.

The kids want to talk to you and Grogu, and Din can’t help but think that in a possible future, you will raise warriors. 

Although it was going to be a change, because the feelings had been there since both of you met, until now, intimacy would come. He realized you married him without knowing how he looked under the armor.

He smiles, ready to start this new chapter with you and Grogu.

“Hey…” he calls, getting beside you. You turn happily to see him, so you hand him Grogu. “I didn’t know people knew about the traditions of Naboo.” 

“Naboo is known for their beauty….” you blush once you understand what he means.

“I’ll never get used to your romantic way of being” He tilts his helmet, and you can feel his arrogance. “I think you’ll do.”

“I have to show you some things” You arch your brow, curious. “Well, one is for you and Grogu and the other two are just for you”

You nod, walking wherever he’s taking you and your kid.

—

Din makes you close your eyes the whole flight in the N1. You felt Grogu brushing your face the entire ride. 

“So stubborn, cyar’ika. Here…” He helps you hop out of the ship. 

“Not yet?” You ask impatiently.

“Yeah, now…” you open your eyes only to find a remote, beautiful hut. 

“This is our home….” Din explains to you and Grogu. 

“It’s perfect…” he smiles after seeing you whispering it. So he wraps your shoulder, reassuring you.

“Let’s go inside….” The three of you walk inside the house. It’s simple, yet, so warm and perfect. 

“Look, Grogu. Your new room,” you tell him after watching the little room with a tiny bed and a closet included. The baby coos and asks to be put in the ground, so Din does it.

“We’ll need more rooms in the future,” you say, and Din blushes so hard that he thanks you for not looking at him. But he agrees.

“Grogu… Why don’t you go outside to play? I have to talk with your mother” Your heart melted when Din addressed you as Grogu’s mother.

The baby coos in agreement and starts waddling toward the exit.

You smile at the little green guy leaving. 

“You know I never wanted to hurt you by helping Bo-Katan….” Slowly, you nod. “I’ve loved you since Xi’an hurt you, and I had to see you suffering. I knew I would never let that happen again.” 

“Why did you never say anything?” Din sighed. 

“Because you are a princess, I knew I had to take you back to Naboo. But then, Gideon attacked us here, I thought I was dying, and you said you wouldn’t leave me” He was standing on the door frame, and you couldn’t help but think how hot he looked.

“I started to think about asking you to marry when Grogu was taken away, and I left you some weeks on Naboo” You missed him so much those weeks, and you feared he wouldn’t come back to you. But then he came back in a new ship with Grogu, and you were relieved. Saying that he took longer because he went to help Boba Fett and Fennec Shand.

“I love you. And I’ll respect, admire, and always praise you as my wife, princess y/n” You smile fondly. “And I know you’ll do the same with me.”

“You’re my other half, Din Djarin. My strong Mandalorian….” He gives you a keldabe kiss, and you accept it, feeling his cold helmet on your forehead.

He returns to grab a piece of cloth, and you look confused.

“Mandalorians don’t have wedding ceremonies, or gowns, or rings. But I wanted to give you this….” He unfolds the cloth, and you see a little silver tiara. It was a single strip with tiny welded details that added a discreet touch. 

“It’s made of beskar. The imperials took yours, so I wanted you to have one made from my people.” tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Din, thank you, thank you,” you say, and when you throw yourself to kiss him on the lips, you remember he had a helmet.

And he noticed it.

“Sorry…” you say.

“I think it’s time to start leaving this a little aside,” you gasp. “It’s okay. We’re married, Cyar’ika.”

You wait nervously. Until his hands reach the helmet's edges, he slowly lifts it. 

You are crying when you finally see him. 

Brown hair in slight curls. Some gray hairs on his mustache and beard. Gorgeous eyes, a sophisticated nose, and the most beautiful smile. The most beautiful human.

“Oh Din, you’re beautiful. I love you” nothing Can stop you from kissing your husband now. You smash your lips with him and tangle your fingers through his soft hair.

He’s blessed by the sight of you without his helmet, he can see your hair is slightly darker than he thought. Your eyes are brighter, the color on your cheeks is delightful, and your lips, he was wonderstruck by you.

“Maker, you’re perfect,” he says back. He kisses you back, and it’s more passionate. Like payback for all the time you desired each other. 

After that, he retakes the tiara and slowly places it in your head. You feel his breath, and you swear he can hear the beats of your heart. 

Both of you study each other's eyes. The tension is inevitable, more when he’s not wearing the leather gloves. Your skin is on fire, and he can’t wait to take his armor off.

“Tonight, I will mark you mine” You blush, but you can’t deny the pool of heat forming on your lower half. “You’ll be mine, princess.”

“I am already yours, Din. I’ve always been yours, and you have always been mine” He smiles, and you love the sight. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” he says. And you peck his lips again.

“Let’s go with our baby,” he nods, and both of you walk with your hands tangled.

Because he’s never letting you go.

Grogu is seated, lifting frogs. You giggle, rolling your eyes, so you do him a favor by raising all the frogs in the little pond. He coos loudly, excited, and turns to give you a bright smile. He also looks surprised to see his father without the helmet.

“You have a lot of things to share with me…” he says. You smirk.

“I’ll do it. And I’ll show you many things” He likes the playful way you speak. 

“Easy, princess…” you laugh. He kisses your forehead and invites you to sit on the porch of your new house. 

“I love you,” you say once again. “Me too, Cyar’ika.”

You take a long breath, finally in peace, taking a rest with your family.

_________________________________

Part 3 on Naboo or what?

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[lieutenant-teach]

Meeting Cyare’s father (or Anakin Skywalker doesn’t like his new son-in-law very much)

(Anakin doesn’t go Dark, everyone lives, everyone’s happy. No Sequels, rehashed Heir to the Empire instead of the OT. DinLuke, minor Anidala, CodyWan, HanLeia)

Din was really relieved about his helmet on, but then he remembered that the Jedi can feel other people’s emotions. No luck, then.

His cyare’s father’s eyes were trying to burn a hole in his head.

– Let me get it straight, Luke. A Mandalorian bounty hunter. – The voice could cut the stone better than a lightsaber.

– Mum likes him, – Luke was smiling, but Din saw him tensing for a fight. A cybernetic hand squeezed his.

– I didn’t raise my only children to give them away to some criminals, - Skywalker-senior stood up from the couch and started walking back and forth. – First I have to agree to allow my princess marry some smuggler…

– Han did help us to stop Thrawn.

– … and then my son wants to partner a bounty hunter, - Luke’s father wasn’t listening to him, anger coming off him like waves – Din was certain he wasn’t Force-sensitive, but one may not be to feel the Dark Side emanating from Anakin Skywalker at that moment.

Din remembered Luke’s words before ‘meeting with father’s half of the family’: ‘My Dad will become angry, I’m sure – he didn’t react to Han well, too – but don’t worry, he’ll cool down’. The warning rang in his ears when he saw Skywalker-senior for the first time: tall, with a rich mane of greying curls, but still very handsome former Jedi assessed him and made up him mind immediately. ‘Not worthy’. Now they were sitting on the softest couch Din’s ass had ever been on, in the richest living room Din’s eyes ever seen, and ‘officially’ letting Din into a very branchy Skywalker family tree. Or, trying.

– Dad, I’m almost thirty, I can decide for myself. And Din’s a hero of his own – he kept Grogu save and sound, stopped Moff Gideon, and also saved the town of Mos Pelgo from the krayt dragon…

– But a bounty hunter! – Skywalker-senior cried exasperatedly. – And, to add to it, a Mandalorian! It is all your fault, Obi-Wan! – he suddenly turned to Luke’s uncle, quietly watching all this until this moment.

– Wait, why? – the man was older than Luke’s father, gray hair and beard and mischievous twinkle in the eyes. So far he hadn’t said anything, but Luke had said his uncle would be supportive. Now it was time to find out. – My fault Luke fell in love?

– With a Mando! – Skywalker raised his voice. – Who in this family has a thing for Mandos?

– Do not speak about Satine like this, – Obi-Wan’s voice became steely, – and anyway, Cody is not a Mandalorian.

– He is a clone of a Mandalorian!

Din started to lose the thread of the conversation. He even wished he had a Jedi ability to speak telepathically and could ask Luke what the kark was going on. He shifted his head, trying not to be very obvious in his confusion, Luke caught his gaze and shrugged.

– Do you really think I taught Luke… - Luke’s uncle sighed. – We have been here before, Anakin. Luke is an adult, he can think for himself. If he brought young Din Djarin here, then he is certain in him and his own feelings. Did your fits of reality rejection change Leia’s mind?

Luke’s father breathed in and out heavily, clearly holding himself from harsher words, but reluctantly accepting the truth.

��� Maybe, you should just talk to Din? – Luke’s uncle didn’t look happy, but so wasn’t Din hearing this suggestion.

‘Let me talk, – Din remembered Luke’s words. – When Dad started being… um… not very nice to Han – critical of sorts – Han started talking back. It escalated, some chairs were flying around, Dad and Leia exchanging angry remarks – Dad said she deserved better, Leia insisted she loved Han – and Han himself wasn’t making everything easier. It took two professional negotiators – Mum and Uncle Obi-Wan – to calm them down. Still, Leia and Han are happily married and have a son. So it’s just an unpleasant procedure you have to endure’.

– Maybe, he would take the helmet off for starters? – Poison in Skywalker’s voice could kill a bantha. No, a herd of banthas.

– I cannot, - Din was glad his voice didn’t tremble. He wasn’t afraid of the man, but watching a family drama, and, worse, being the reason of it didn’t feel well. He didn’t want to cause a rift in Luke’s relationship with his father. – My Creed prohibits me to.

– Veery convenient, - Skywalker smiled a tight and unpleasant smile, ignoring pleading and exasperated eyes of his son. – We’re a family now, you don’t show your face even to your family? Luke, have you seen his face?

– Dad, now it’s rude. Of course, I did. – It was obvious Luke was holding well, but his patience wasn’t infinite, too. – It’s only for immediate members.

Technically, after realizing the existence of different Mandalorian Ways, Din wasn’t sure he couldn’t do that. After all, taking off helmets didn’t make Bo-Katan Kryze or Sabine Wren less Mandalorians. But even if he would – not for this man.

The door slid open, a man quietly entered the room and stood behind Luke’s uncle’s armchair, resting his elbows on the chair back. Could he be Boba Fett’s relative? Because he was a carbon copy of Din’s friend, albeit much older. An intricate scar was winding its way from his temple down around his left eye.

– I am being quite nice! – Skywalker protested, dragging all attention to himself. – I can’t believe Padmé actually said ‘I like this guy, let’s take him in’.

– You know, I agree with you, - the probably-Boba’s-relative suddenly said. Luke’s uncle turned to him with puzzled expression. Luke looked disappointed. – The kids take after their mother in their bad choice of life partners.

Skywalker seemed about to blow up. He grabbed something from his belt that appeared to be a black respiratory mask and pressed it to his nose and mouth. The mechanical labored breathing sounds filled the room, Skywalker was drilling the man with burning eyes.

– Now, Cody, that was harsh, - frankly, to Din’s mind, Luke’s uncle didn’t look apologetic a lot. Luke sighed, his shoulders relaxed.

– I thought you were serious! – he even laughed a little, then gather himself again. – Dad, you do realize your approval or disapproval won’t change anything?

– Unfortunately, - Skywalker’s voice also sounded mechanical. – I believe no one in the galaxy or farther is worthy of my children. – He signed. – I guess I have to work with what we have here. – He shot a look at Cody, who smiled in return, and this smile was ‘I know you know I’m right, and I unashamedly love it’.

– Very well, - Obi-Wan clapped his hands. – Now as everything is settled, - Din clearly heard ‘Anakin is settled’, - we can share some stories and know each other better, right, Din?

Luke looked at Din with shining eyes. Din signed quietly. This look was worth all these awkward minutes.

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[hwasdvlly]

Spooky Fun | p.seonghwa

☆ summary: it's halloween and the family decides to do something extraordinary.

☆ pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader

☆ genres: romance, fluff, and family

☆ word count: 1k words

☆ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!seonghwa, non-idol!reader, married couple, star wars cosplay, very soft moments

☆ a/n: happy halloween my beautiful readers!

October 31st is the last day of the month and the time for a spooky celebration. 

For this year’s costume theme, Seonghwa chose no other than his favorite movie franchise, Star Wars. He had always wanted to be Anakin Skywalker. Now, he wanted to try it out with his three beloveds: you and the little stars Seonghan and Hyeseong. 

The oldest child is Park Seonghan. Atinys nicknames him as ‘mini-Seonghwa’ because he looks so identical to his father that it’s uncanny. Seonghan even has a gentle and bright personality with a hint of wittiness, like Seonghwa. 

The youngest child, Park Hyeseong, is more of a shy little girl. But underneath her shyness is a lovely angel who is a passionate dancer and enjoys drawing cute animals and nature. Like her mother, she inherited an elegant beauty. Hyeseong is more of a mommy’s girl, but she does consider her appa as her best friend and the hero of her life. 

“This is where the fun begins.” Seonghwa checks himself out through a full-length mirror and tries to act all mysterious and lethal. He has on his costume, which is handmade, and his toy lightsaber. Seonghwa will forever be a kid at heart, and he is happy that his dream of Halloween came true. 

“I think you’re having too much fun as Anakin.” You walked out of the bathroom. You are Padme Amidala. It’s very appropriate for you and Seonghwa. 

He turns and sees you in a pretty olive green dress with a hoodie over your soft curls. Seonghwa grins, “I can’t help it. I wonder what our little stars will look like.” He goes up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Everything about you is beautiful. He is glad that you are down to do this idea of a celebration. You rest your hands on his chest. You lift your eyes to meet his gorgeous, deep brown orbs. “They’re going to look so cute! I think their uncles will die of cuteness.” You let out a giggle. 

Seonghwa smirks, “Hell yeah, they will. Our kids are the best.” He is so prideful and supportive of his little ones that he does sound cocky at times. You snickered and shook your head. “I agree, but please, don’t embarrass them.” As much as you deeply love Seonghwa, he exaggerates almost everything.

“Since we are talking about our little stars, why not see them,” Seonghwa suggested. You beamed and nodded. 

The married couple intertwined their fingers to go to their children’s room. Seonghan and Hyeseong share a space because there aren’t a lot of rooms in the house, but they get along together. 

“Hannie, Hye. Are you guys ready for Halloween?” You asked the kids. 

“Yes, we are!” They answered in unison. 

Upon arriving in their room, you and Seonghwa gasped at the sight of Seonghan and Hyeseong. They look so cute!

Seonghan is The Mandalorian. He has artificial berserk armor and a helmet. Hyeseong is Grogu. She has those green protruding ears as a headband, the brown robe, and her hair in twin tails.

“You guys look awesome!” Seonghwa couldn’t help but squeeze the life out of his babies. He bends down and brings them into his comfy arms. You smiled by the door frame at the wholesome moment. Seeing Seonghwa happy with the kids makes you fall in love with him all over again. 

The father lets go and takes out his phone from his trousers. “Smile for grandpa, grandma, the uncles, and for us,” Seonghwa tells Seonghan and Hyeseong. The kids posed cutely for the camera, and their dad snapped hundreds of photos. 

“Okay, okay, Hwa, that’s enough. We don’t want to be late.” You stopped your husband because he was going overboard. Seonghwa looks through the gallery and squeals. “So cute!! Look, love.” He shows you the little stars. You smiled merrily at their cuteness. 

“This is the way.” Seonghan points to the exit of the front door. The Park Family are putting on their shoes and carrying their Halloween buckets. 

“Patu!” Hyeseong shouted. Her parents burst out laughing at her adorable imitation. 

“Yes, sir.” Seonghwa opened the door for his loved ones, and they began to march outside. 

Hyeseong holds your hand as she swings your arm back and forth. Their home isn’t far from the KQ Building, so it’s much easier for Seonghwa to go to work. As they walked on the streets, people noticed them in their Star Wars costumes. It caught everyone’s attention. 

Seonghwa also noticed a few Atinys saying ‘hi’ to them. Seonghan politely greeted them, and they happily squealed at the sweet boy. 

Once arriving at your husband’s workplace, the employees dress in costumes, and they kindly give the children candy. Hyeseong tries to ask for a sweet treat and not be shy. But for real, who can’t resist an angel? 

The party is on the rooftop of the KQ Building. It’s not something Seonghwa and the guys have done before, but since Seonghan and Hyeseong are joining, they want it to be special. 

As they reached the top of the level of the place, Seonghwa opened the door for his family. They were welcomed by fun and frightening decorations and the tasty aroma of food. Last but not least, ATEEZ in their costumes. 

“Hannie!”

“Hye, my love!”

The seven members approach the little stars for a big bear hug. They even gave them candy because they truly love them.

Hongjoong gathers Hyeseong into his arms and plants a kiss on her plush cheeks. He is her favorite uncle, and he does enjoy being one. Except he spoils the heck out of her. Seonghan doesn’t have a favorite uncle, but he does prefer to be with the 99 liners. Seonghwa doesn’t know if he should be concerned if his son will get influenced by their antics or end up being a little mischievous. 

“Nice Star Wars getup.” Jongho commented with a gleeful smile. He and the members are impressed by the family’s efforts to look like the characters. 

“Let me guess,” Yunho puts a finger on his lips. “It was Hyung’s idea.” He says without sounding clueless. 

You chuckled and nodded. “It was also Hwa’s turn to choose a theme. The kids liked the idea as well.” You look at your husband with love in your eyes. 

Seonghwa sees it and puts on a proud expression. His heart was filled with happiness.

#ateez #atiny #ateez fluff #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa x you #seonghwa x y/n #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x female reader #park seonghwa x y/n #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa imagines

[icouldntfinditsoiwroteit]

The jedi archives rule II

Due to unfortunate events the rules have been updated, to go alongside this message, Master Fisto's hunt and subsequent funeral will be streamed in channel 4 of the temple at around the 17th hour of todays rotation.

(I warned you all but you didn't listen to me, now Master Fisto has to pay for his actions, may his foolishness serve as a reminder that Madam Nu is serious with her warnings)

The first part of the rules shall be uploaded here.

Please read them so you do not break any rules in a way that better be an accident.

Food is vehemently forbiden from coming near the archives, (we do NOT need another infestation)

Clones please ask for an archive credential at the main desk

Datapads can no longer leave the archives for longer than two days

You cannot take out more than five datapas per time

Clones are not allowed to take out datapads in the place of ANY jedi

No not padawans either

Cleaning crew is now to be acompanied by any helper

I do NOT want any patient hiding amongs them

Like for force sake really?? Do you have any idea how hard it is to deal with an angry healer???

Knight Skywalker please keep your...meetings with Senator Amidala out of the archives

Oh please who cares if I call him out? Everyone knows, we're just being nice

Knight Skywalker, Master Vos's rule now applies to you too

Padawan Kestis and any younglings or padawans of his size, please refrain from napping inside the datapad carts

I doubt any of you will find sleeping in the old archives comfortable

And we do no need an entire legion of clones almost tearing the temple apart to find you

Disapointingly this now also aplies to anyone small enough to get inside a datapad cart

THERE ARE KRIFFING SLEEPING CHAMBERS ALREADY!!

IF YOU MANIACS WON'T EVEN USE THEM THEN WHAT IT THE POINT??!

Slimy users of the archives, I have nothing against any of you, but please, for anything that is mighty, use the designated areas for you

Practive equipment is now banned from the archives

Blasters are now banned from the archive

Lightsabes are now banned from the archives

Knight Offee, Padawan Tano, Master Fisto, Master Yoda-

We shall now be conducting searches in specified padawans, knights and masters (You know who you are)

What is wrong with all of you???

Off duty Temple Guards, please I must insist and remind you that you must wear bells while in the archives

If I find the fucker who scared me last night it will be on kriffing sight!

Master Yoda you are formally banned until you apologize from bringing LIVE animals for lunch

It is not permited to make the datapads float with the force

Apologies Master Sinube I understand it's comfortable but after many have damaged datapas doing this we cannot allow it anymore

We must ask any species who uses echolocation to please ask for help to guide you in the archives

We can't afford 50% of the datapads shattering again, please

It has also been brought to our attention that Knight Skywalker's datapad suffered as much if not more than Master Kenobi's did but that he managed to fix them befor ereturning them

I'm not even mad, I'm actually impressed, Knight Skywalker, if you could drop by from time to time to aid in the fixing of the datapads we would apreciate it

....Fine and in return we will allow Master Kenobi to take out datapads again

Youngling Grogu is not allowed back in the archive until he returns the things he took

Yes I know they are shiny and he liked them, but we still need all of that, may I remind you all he tried to steal the archives core??? Just cause i was shiny and ball shaped!!!

There are now snack jars in the front desk for whenever Grisser comes, please give one to him if you see him

Master Windu please remind your troopers that you are the example of what NOT to do, when taking a datapad from the archives

Again permanently banned members must NOT enter the archives

Do you really want Madam Nu to take her riffle out? 

Really?

Formal protocol for when Madam Nu takes her rifle out shall be sent to your personal comms in an hour

On a last note, if you fill this rules are targeted and personal, it's because they are :)

Sincerily Master Astar 

Take that Skywalker

#star wars #the clone wars #jedi #jedi temple #jedi appreciation #jedi library #mace windu #clone troopers #the clones #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #yoda #grogu #madam nu #grizzer #kit fisto #kal kestis #temple guard

[omgahgase]

i'm a very firm believer that if din married luke, thus making grogu and ben cousins, he'd drag ben to the tribe and introduce him to his other cousin, ragnar. sure grogu and ragnar didn't get along as well when they first met, a perfect mirror image to how din and paz were constantly at each other's throats growing up, but they moved past it and now look at them. besties.

so imagine the foolhardy shit the three of them would get into.

ben and grogu are challenging who can levitate ragnar the highest. ragnar and grogu are showing ben the "giant nest i was held captive in by an ugly ass rat with wings. you should've been there, bro. shit was gnarly." ben and ragnar are using grogu's big baby eyes to get whatever the three of them want (within law abiding reasons, of course). the three of them being so close despite the age and religious differences that, for a moment, luke sees a spark of familiarity within them, of three friends fueled with the ambition to take on the galaxy.

and when they're older? they're the best team this side of the outer rim.

ragnar, a mandalorian bounty hunter just as headstrong and stubborn as his father. ben, a jedi master who's skill with a lightsaber could allow him to go toe to toe with any of the masters before him. grogu, a combination of both mandalorian and jedi, two halves that make up who he is and what he stands for as a whole, carrying on both of his fathers legacies.

idk man just—grogu, ben, and ragnar. yeah.

#star wars grogu #grogu djarin #ragnar vizsla #ben solo #star wars #the mandalorian #dinluke bc i can't help myself #grogu ben and ragnar would be the best of friends and no one can take them away from me #han din and paz watch them with fond eyes until the kids start fucking shit up and oh look at that time to go

[willelbyers]

ahsoka premiere thoughts i’m gonna write down so they can either age really well or really badly

ezra and sabine sibling relationship CONFIRMED thank god.

sabine not being force sensitive but still being ahsoka’s padawan and huyang roasting her about it is genuinely hilarious and i love it

if ezra doesn’t comment on sabine taking over and changing all his stuff (his lightsaber, his clothes, the lothcat, his HOUSE lmao) i’m suing dave filoni. imagine the chaos dave. the humor. please

we need more chopper genocidal rage. for the girlies

i want more insight on ahsoka’s thought process on training students! we saw her with grogu and we kind of know what happened with sabine and we know her anakin trauma but we don’t know what she’s actually doing

i got weirdly intimate vibes from morgan and thrawn. i will not elaborate bc i don’t want to think about it

“through space and time” makes me think we’re getting more world between worlds and i’m here for it. as long as we acknowledge that at that point in canon only one person has been able to access it alone (ezra) and only two people have been inside it (ezra and ahsoka. and also palpatine’s hand i guess) i am happy

seriously guys the world between worlds is INSANE if you think about it like. ezra and ahsoka are the only two people who have ever actually set foot in it. ezra is the only person to activate the gate. even palpatine couldn’t do it, he tried to get ezra to do it for him. god

i love space whales. please come back

#star wars #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka series #sabine wren #ahsoka tano #ezra bridger #ashoka

[dyns33]

You

A Mandalorian Soulmate AU. 

Yup, you read that right, I’m writing about Mando now. 

Y/N met the child first.

It was absolutely not planned.

Or maybe that what weird people with their lightsabers called Force, or fate. But she didn't think about it at all at the time.

She had simply crossed paths with the mercenaries, the idiots had attacked her and of course she had logically defended herself. Then she'd found the kid in their ship, eating some weird concoction.

            "... What are you doing here, little one ?"

It startled him, catching his attention, but he didn't seem afraid as he turned to her with his wide eyes. Making little baby-like gurgles, he smiled before trotting towards her with outstretched arms, for her to carry him.

Which she did, after hesitating for a few seconds.

Even though she wasn't used to children, he was too cute to resist.

Y/N was... She was.

She didn't belong to any brotherhood, no order, being completely free and doing what she wanted. She had left her planet as soon as she could, without looking back, not wanting to think about all that anymore.

The past was dead, the future was unimportant, only the present mattered.

There might be that mark on her arm that indicated her soulmate's name, but if Y/N never met this Din guy, that was fine.

With her ship, she travelled the galaxy to live adventures, accepting a few jobs, ranging from repair to assassination, participating in races, sometimes flying, but mostly following her own rules.

Not hurting a child was one of her rules.

But that didn't mean she was cut out to take care of a baby. Shit, she didn't know how to do that at all.

           "... I have no idea what to do with you." she muttered as the little one settled against her shoulder to sleep.

Luckily, Y/N didn't really have to wonder for long. As she finally arrived at her ship, a Mandalorian jumped on her with his blaster, ordering her to leave the child.

           "Why ? Do you want to kill him ? Eat him ? Sell him ? Fuck you, I won't let you hurt the kid !"

           "... I'm his caretaker. He's mine."

           "Caretaker like, it's a bounty and you keep him until you get paid, or caretaker, caretaker."

           "Caretaker." he sighed.

           "Hmm. Prove it."

           "... Grogu. Come."

The little one reacted upon hearing the name, indicating that it was indeed his. He seemed happy to see the Mandalorian, making a small noise of happiness, but when Y/N put him down, he stayed next to her leg, lifting his head to look at her, then rubbing against it, purring.

           "He seems to like you." sneered the bounty hunter, putting away his weapon.

           "Yeah. Great. What's a kid doing with a Mandalorian ?"

           "Just Mando will be fine. And he's with me, that's all."

           "Mando ? Seriously ? Whatever. I'm Rover."

           "... Rover ?"

           "Yeah, 'just Mando'. Because I'm wandering around. Try not to lose him again."

After gently patting the head of the kid, Grogu, Y/N let the Mandalorian take him, with some trepidation despite everything. A big tin man who stalked people for money, that didn't seem compatible with a baby. But he spoke gently to the child, holding him close, visibly relieved to have found him safe and sound, behaving like a father.

Besides, it was none of her business.

Y/N therefore left for her next destination without thinking too much about what had just happened.

It wasn't until several months later, when she felt something grab her leg while she was drinking in a bar, and she tilted her head to find the child squirming happily that she remembered.

           "Hey kid." she said, taking him to put him on her lap. "Long time no see. Where's your da... I mean, your caretaker."

           "Grogu ! Gro... Oh. It's you."

           "I can't tell if you're very bad at keeping him, or very good at losing him."

           "Haha." he sneered falsely under his expressionless mask. "What are you doing here, Rover ?"

           "I was there before, so it's up to me to ask, but if you really want to know, there is an interesting contract to recover an..."

           "An experimental module that was stolen by the Empire. This is my contract."

           "Uh, I don't believe it is, Mando."

           "... We could help each other."

This was the first time Y/N worked with him.

Usually, she always worked alone, because it was easier, it brought in more money and she didn't risk being stabbed in the back.

But with Mando, it felt natural. The Mandalorian was skilled, quick, maybe a little annoying with his creed, but loyal and protective.

As soon as they passed each other, they teamed up.

Then he offered to join his crew. Which only consisted of him and Grogu, so it wasn't really a crew.

           "My ship is bigger, I'll pay you to maintain it and fly it, and when I go on a mission you can keep the kid and..."

           "Wow ! Wait a second, I'm not a babysitter !"

           "I'll also look after him when you have things to do."

           "I never know in advance if I'll have things to do, that's what's wonderful about being a wanderer !"

           "You can leave whenever you want, and come back whenever you want."

           "... You're not my boss, you don't give me orders."

           "Only three rules, you don't destroy my ship, if I tell you to run, you run, and the kid is always the priority."

           "Deal."

Even though she could leave whenever she wanted, and she told herself that very often, Y/N stayed with Mando and Grogu for a very long time.

It was quite nice, a bit like having a family. A weird family. And without the kid being their child, or Mando and her being together.

She wasn't sure what they were, if they were anything other than colleagues. Friends ? She felt weird when he touched her arm, asked her if she was okay, stood in front of her to protect her, or snickered as she played with Grogu.

But Y/N didn't know if that meant anything, or if he was just nice because she took good care of the little one. She had no idea if he was interested in that sort of thing, with the life he led. Yes, he had a son, but it hadn't totally been his decision, it had happened.

If he were to have a partner, it should logically be his soulmate.

Did Mandalorians have soulmates ? Was it important to them and their credo ? Mando never mentioned it.

           "The kid has no name on his arm." she noted one day, while giving him a bath.

           "Not yet. And if he never has, that's fine."

           "Do you have one ?"

           "... It's not important. Soulmates are useless. They make you weak."

           "Hmm."

           "And you ?" he asked after a long silence. "Have you met yours ?"

           "No. I'm not looking. I'm good here."

Here, with him and the little one.

Despite his helmet, Y/N felt that he was staring at her and she did her best to ignore him by drying Grogu who continued to laugh while chasing the soap bubbles that were flying in the ship.

If he wanted to say something, he didn't. Mando spoke little, and certainly not about feelings.

Everything was fine, until a droid attack. As the hunter fought, Y/N protected Grogu, getting shot on the arm. Thanks to the force, the child healed her almost immediately, but he also behaved strangely right after, starting to hold her hand very tightly and refusing to let go.

           "I'm fine, kid. It's fine, it's over."

Y/N repeated this several times, but the little one was stubborn. He didn't leave her for days, which was unlike him. It wasn't the first time they had fought and one of them had been hurt, he had no reason to panic more than usual.

Then, Grogu fidgeted more, refusing to eat, to sleep, throwing away his toys and even biting her finger.

           "Hey !" Mando cried grabbing him to look him in the eye. "Don't bite, it's bad."

           "Ma ma ma ma !" answered Grogu, visibly annoyed.

           "... What ?"

           "Ma ma ma ma !" he said again turning to Y/N while fidgeting frantically.

She didn't understand what he was trying to tell them. Mando either. Then he just said "Mama" and they froze.

No, they must have misunderstood.

Why would the kid be furious with Y/N ​​while considering that she was his mother ? It didn't make sense.

In any case, it had the effect of making things even more awkward than they already were between Mando and her. Which didn't seem to please the child at all, who had even more tantrums, which didn't prevent his father from burying himself in silence and avoiding her as much as possible.

Obviously he didn't like the idea that we imagined that there was something between them.

Kriff, great, not hurtful at all. But after all, he didn't want his soulmate, why would he want Y/N ?

It was probably time to leave. Return to wander. It was fun, while it lasted, to have a small clan.

           "What are you doing, Cyare ?"

The question was almost coy, like the tall guy in his beskar armor standing by the ladder, watching her as she collected her things. She still had no idea what 'cyare' meant. He started to call her that after some time and she never asked. Maybe she was scared to learn it was nothing, or worst, something like 'idiot', 'colleague' or 'sister'.

           "I'm leaving. I took your communication codes, I'll contact you when I have a ship. You can call me if you have a problem."

           "... If it's because the kid is in a phase, it will pass."

           "That's not why."

           "Ah. Alright."

Still very shyly, which was not like him, Mando asked her on which planet she wanted him to drop her off. Then he dodged again until they landed.

Saying goodbye to Grogu was difficult.

No, it was almost impossible. The little one looked at her with big sad eyes, visibly on the verge of crying, clinging to her while continuing to call her mama.

Since he didn't want to let her go, Mando offered to accompany her to a mechanic he knew, Peli Motto, who could provide her with transportation for a good price.

Peli seemed happy to see Grogu, who ignored her for a while, continuing to stare at Y/N, until the old woman offered him something to eat.

           "... You could stay." Mando muttered as she surveyed the available ships.

           "I can't. It was a bad idea from the start. I work better alone."

           "I... You can come back any time, if you want, Cyare. You'll be welcome."

           "Thank you Mando."

           "Din. My name is Din Djarin."

Slowly, Y/N blinked, forgetting to breathe and turning to him. Despite his helmet, she sensed that he was confused by her shocked reaction.

But it was normal to react when you discovered that you had been travelling with your soulmate for several years without knowing it. Her soulmate, a Mandalorian, who said soulmates were useless according to his creed.

But that explained Grogu's restlessness. He had seen her mark while healing her. He had recognized his father's name, and he was tired of his two stupid parents not talking to each other.

She could have said nothing. Thank him for his name, his trust and leave.

           "...I'm Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N."

           "... What ?"

           "I know, your credo forbids you to be with me, don't panic, I'm leaving."

           "My creed doesn't... It's not forbidden. We just have to make sure it doesn't become a distraction, or something an enemy could use against us. I... You said you weren't looking for yours."

           "No. I had found a Mandalorian and his son, that was enough for me."

           "Hmm. I had found a rover that was nice to my son, that was enough for me too."

           "Grogu must think we're stupid."

           "The kid finds everyone stupid, and he takes advantage of it." sighed Mando, Din, his voice indicating that he was smiling under his helmet.

So tin man was her soulmate. A bounty hunter who followed a boring creed and whose face she would never see.

Also a very nice man and a good father, someone she esteemed and loved very much.

           "I would kiss you but I don't know if you've cleaned that thing lately."

           "...So you're staying ?"

           "Only for Grogu."

           "Hmm. You know, Mandalorians have a special way of… kissing."

           "Oh ?"

Slowly, he pressed his helmet against her forehead, the coldness of the metal making her shiver, but not being unpleasant. It was almost cute. Were the Mandalorians secretly cute ?

           "But you know, if we go back to the ship, by turning off the light I could..."

           "Ma ma ma maaa !"

Grogu jumped on Y/N's leg with a huge smile. He seemed to know what both his parents had just done and he looked at them with eyes full of happiness, delighted that they had finally decided to act like idiots.

Sighing, Din hugged him, letting him pat his helmet, before turning to Y/N.

           "So... You're staying ?" he asked again shyly, and even though she couldn't see him, she was sure he looked like a lost and terrified puppy.

           "Yes. I'm good here."

           "Thank you, Cyare."

           "What does that mean ?"

           "You."

#the mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction

[starwars-stories-annoymous]

A Kenobi

You had spent a while traveling with the Mandolorian and his adopted son. He’d picked you up after a job on Dantooine. He’d stayed with a few days when it was time to leave Grogu made it clear you had to come with. Din was skeptical until he watched you with a blaster. You were lethal yet kind-hearted. If he knew why you were that gifted with a blaster, you weren’t sure if he’d stay around. 

You tried not to think too much about the war, and the part you had played. The friends you let down. The friends who didn’t even try to find you. How he’d never tried to find you. But the past was the past. You couldn’t hold onto it forever, but you also knew it would catch up with you eventually. You just didn’t think it would catch up with you this quickly though. 

You stood behind Din as the dark troopers tried to get to you all. Everyone in the Room aimed their blaster at the doors. Then you saw it. An X-Wing. 

“One X-Wing? Great we’re saved,” said Kara. 

“Incoming craft identify yourself,” said Bo. 

Then you felt it. Felt him. While the bond between you had dimmed over the years, you knew it was him. Grogu seemed to also feel his presence. Then it all made sense Grogu had called him here. You felt goosebumps cast their way down your arm. You gasped softly. Din noticed. The dark troopers paused their assault outside. 

“Why’d they stop?” asked Cara. 

Din looked at you and the kid. He knew you knew something. On the screen, a cloaked figure began to attack the dark troopers with a lightsaber. 

“A Jedi?” gasped Bo Katan. 

Din looked over. Moff Gideon took the distraction as an opportunity to shoot at Bo Katan he then aimed his blaster at Grogu. Din leaped in front of him shielding him with his beskar. 

“Drop it,” threatened Fennec. 

All weapons were trained on Gideon. You reached Grogu brushing your hand over his head. Cara knocked out Gideon with her blaster. Grogu walked over to the screen placed his tiny hand on the screen he glanced briefly at you. Din’s eyes were on both of you. You moved closer to Grogu.

“You called him here––didn’t you?” you said. 

He cooed in response. You sighed grabbing his other little hand. As the cloaked figure took out the last of the dark troopers Grogu looked directly at Din and whined trying to communicate with him. Din seemed to understand as he lifted him up Grogu’s hand slipping out of yours. 

“Open the doors,” said Din. 

“Are you crazy?” asked Fennec

“Do it,” you said. You didn’t miss the slight shake in it. 

Din looked back at you. He wanted to ask what was wrong but this was not the time. He placed Grogu in a chair and hit the button for the doors. You moved closer to Din and sighed out of anxiety. Time to confront your past. 

He walked in through the doors. Hood up with a green lightsaber in his grip. You dreaded him taking that hood off. The glow of his saber reflected off Din’s beskar.  He deactivated his lightsaber and placed it back on his belt. He reached up and tossed the hood back. There he was in all his glory. Luke Skywalker. Grogu peeked out behind the chair. 

“Are you a Jedi?” asked Din. 

“I am,” Luke said. 

His gaze met yours. A frown took over his features. He had changed. The all-black was not a bad look for him, but it was different from how you remembered him. Din glanced between the two of you. You tried to mask your emotions, but they were festering beneath. 

“I didn’t think our paths would ever cross again,” he said. 

“You thought or you hoped,” you said.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry for what exactly Luke? You left me to die.” 

“I thought you’d come back, Y/n you have to believe that.” 

“I’m sorry,” interrupted Cara, “You two know each other? Wow Y/n, I didn’t think you knew any Jedi.” 

“They don’t know do they?” asked Luke.

“Luke––” you warned.

“Know what? Mesh’la what is he talking about?” asked Din. 

Luke kept his gaze trained on you. You glared in return. Everything was about to come out in the open. 

“You don’t know who she is do you?” 

“She’s Y/n L/n,” said Fennec, “What else do you wanna know?” 

“No. Not L/n––” 

“Luke––stop.” 

“Kenobi. Her name is Y/n Kenobi.” 

Bo Katan gasped. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you. 

“And she’s a Jedi like her father before her.” 

Silence enveloped the room. The only stare you worried about was Din. Your Din. You knew without being able to see his face that the trust that you’d built was now obliterated. Luke looked away from you glancing at Grogu. He held his hand out to him. 

“Come little one,” said Luke. 

Grogu gazed at you and Din. He was asking for permission to leave. 

“He doesn’t want to go with you,” said Din.

“He’s asking for your permission,” said Luke, “he is strong with the force, a talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect the child.” 

Luke looked at you at that part a hint of regret passed through his blue eyes. 

“ But he will not be safe til masters his abilities.” 

Din picked Grogu up holding him tenderly, 

“Go on,” he said. Voice soft like velvet. “That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind.” 

Din looked at you holding silently communicating to come here. You brushed against cold beskar and grabbed onto one of Grogu’s hands. 

“We’ll see you again,” Din spoke.

“We promise,” you finished. 

Grogu slipped his hand out of yours and brushed it against the bottom of your chin. He reached out again this time to Din. He swept his little hand against the helmet. Din carefully reached up to the helmet––you gasped and turned around refusing to look at him. 

“Alright pal,” his voice unmodulated, “it’s time to go. Don’t be afraid.” 

You turned slightly glancing at the back of Din’s head. A head you had only seen or felt in the dark of the Razor Crest. He set Grogu down and it was clear the kid was sad to go. You then heard familiar beeping––R2. Grogu seemed to recognize him. R2 beeped at the sight of you. You smiled. 

“Hello R2,” you said.

“You could come with us, Y/n. You could come home.” 

You sighed. You knew he’d say that. Knew he’d ask you to go home. Back with him. Back to Han and Leia. And while a part of you missed them you couldn’t forget what he’d done. 

“I am home Luke,” you said stepping back towards Din. 

He sighed. Luke pulled something off of his belt. Your lightsaber. He stepped towards you placing it in your hand. His touch lingered for a moment. 

“I’ll see you again Y/n. I feel it in the force.” 

You said nothing just taking your saber. Luke reached down and lifted Grogu in his arms. He looked at you and Din who now stood right beside you a tear trailing down his cheek.

“May the force be with you.” 

And just like that he and the child were gone. You felt eyes on you. You looked down at the ground. Now to deal with the present. Din interlocked your hands. 

“Mesh’la,” he said. Voice laced with sorrow, “Why––”

“Not here Din. Not here.” 

“Yes, here,” said Bo Katan, “you’re a Kenobi. Your Obi-Wan’s daughter.” 

You turned you gazed at the redhead. Before you met Din you did some digging into your past. Your mother was Satine Kyrze which made Bo your aunt. 

“Who–who is your mother?” Bo asked. 

“I never knew my mother,” you said “but I think you know who she was.”

Bo had removed her helmet. She reached a shaky hand up to her mouth. She maneuvered over to you and hugged you tightly. She let you go glancing at Din, 

“Let’s get out of here.” 

Everyone loaded up on the ship. Bo gave your shoulder a squeeze looking over at Din who had not yet put his helmet back on. You sighed. This wasn’t how you wanted him to find out. Bo walked out of the bay and headed to the flight deck leaving you and Din alone. You sat down on a nearby bench not daring to look at him. Din kneeled in front of you placing a hand on your thigh. 

“Cyar’ka, look at me,” he said. 

You always loved the sound of his voice without the helmet now you feared it. Din sighed placing his gloved hand on your chin guiding you to look at him. This was the first time you’d ever seen his face. And Maker he was beautiful. Deep brown eyes searched your own. They held a warmth to them. His hair was short but slightly wavy. His nose was cute. His mouth held a slight frown to it. He was studying you. 

“Cyar, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked glancing down at your saber. 

“I–I was just afraid.” 

“Afraid of what Cyar?” 

“Afraid you’d hate me.” 

Gloved hands cupped both of your cheeks holding you in  place so you had no other choice but to look at him. His eyes were so sad. 

“Mesh’la I could never hate you. You’re all I have left.” 

Tears streaked down your face. You knew what the next question would be. “Could you have trained him?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“I haven’t used the force for a few years now.” 

“Because of what happened?” 

You nodded as more alligator tears leaked out. 

“What did happen?”

“It happened on Bespin in Clou–Cloud,” you hiccuped, “City.” 

Din ran a hand through your hair while the other rested on your thigh again. He urged you to continue.

“I–it was Vader,” you shuddered, “he knew our relationship and who I was. He set a trap for Luke and me. He used our friends as bait. Luke fell out of the bottom of the tower. He escaped. But I couldn’t. I was stuck with Vader. I thought he was going to kill me. He took my saber. And placed me under arrest. I spent a few months in prison. I was supposed to be terminated. But an old friend saved me.” 

“Ashoka,” Din said. “Yeah, Ashoka. She hid me somewhere safe. I wanted to go back to the rebellion but Ashoka told me they believed I was a lost cause. Even Luke. So I ran. I ran from my past. I changed my name and never looked back.” 

“Cyar’ka, my sweet girl, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay it’s not entirely Luke’s fault but it still hurt.” 

Din pulled you into his lap. He kept you as close as possible. His face pressed into your neck inhaling your scent. 

“Cyare, I love you. “I love you more.” 

“We should get married.” 

You looked at him as he gazed right at you. You stroked his face. His beautiful face. “Okay,” you whispered. A smile graced your lips.

“I want to be your Riduur, Mesh’la.” 

“You’ll always have me Din.” 

You curled into his arms. The events of the day catching up with you. You placed your head in the crook of his shoulder slowly nodding off. He was yours. He would always be your home. Even if one member was no longer with you.

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[kybercvnt]

Saber Training

Pairing - Din Djarin x Jedi!GN!Reader

Summary - After reuniting with your favourite Mandalorian and realising how incompetent he is at holding the Darksaber, you decide to help him out.

Word Count - 2124

A/N – Since Bar Fight is my most popular fic, I decided as my birthday present to you (🥳🎉), I would gift you another Din Djarin fluff piece.

Din was utterly pathetic at wielding the Darksaber. Every time he would wield the blade, he struggled to hold it upright, and most of the time it was too heavy so it was dragged behind him. No matter how many times The Armourer would tell him “you are fighting the blade” and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to mitigate this issue.

It pained you, a trained Jedi, to watch him resist the blade every time he held it. In battle, you would swing the blades like they were dancing across your fingertips, Din always admired the way they moved so fluidly in motion, sometimes he would get jealous when you would jump and slash through enemies with ease, while he was left with the bells and whistles attached to his armour.

So when he realised after defeating Gideon that he was the new rightful owner of the Darksaber, a part of him was awfully optimistic at the opportunity to be your equal at owning such an overpowered weapon.

When Luke arrived to collect Grogu, he urged you not to join him because of Grogu’s attachment to you, despite you being a Jedi. So you stayed with Din for a while longer, helping him with more bounties while grimacing at his sword fighting skills. Until Ahsoka had managed to contact you and urged you to travel to Ossus to use the attachment Grogu had for his own benefit in becoming a Jedi. You hesitantly accepted and made your final goodbyes to Din before reluctantly leaving him.

When you saw him again on Ossus, you ran into him with a warm embrace.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered into his shoulder. He shivered at the quiet words being said close to his ear. It had been a while since you had seen each other, and your voice brought back all the memories of your adventures together.

“I wanted to give Grogu this…” He said, and he pulled away from the embrace to reveal a neatly tied-up cloth from his pocket. You smiled at the shape. “...And I wanted to see you.” You looked up at the T-shaped visor as he said that, a warmth flooding your cheeks. Then you remembered his face from Gideon’s ship, his facial hair, his scruffy helmet hair, and the sadness in his eyes. You wondered what they looked like when he wasn’t so pained by the attachment he had grown on both you and Grogu.

You walked with him along a trail in the thick bamboo forest nearby, catching up on what you both had done in the span of time since you last saw each other. He continued his bounty hunting, and you helped Luke train Grogu while enjoying the tranquillity of the planet while not having to worry about war for once.

As you both walked deeper into the forest, you reached a large circular clearing. You broke from his side and ran towards the centre, where you pulled your lightsaber hilt from your belt and held it out in front of you.

“Let’s see if you’ve improved.” You requested a duel, and the blade expanded from the hilt, covering you in your lightsaber’s glow. You had at least hoped he had improved somewhat, maybe you could bestow your Jedi knowledge onto him.

He copied your actions and removed the hilt from his belt and held it out in front of him, but when he went to ignite the blade, his stance immediately faltered and the blade fell downwards. Just as you expected, he had barely made any improvements, yet you still wanted to see if he could prove you wrong.

You spun your blade around before charging towards him, lunging and swinging your sword down to greet him. He could block most of your attacks where they were predictable to the average person, but it was the speed he was raising his blade to meet yours was where he looked like he was struggling.

By the time he was able to raise the lightsaber to shoulder-length, it was far too heavy to swing to attack you. While he could barely lift the weapon, here you were, dancing around with such grace and mobility, managing to fit in so many spins and tricks with your lightsaber before you would land another blow to his weapon.

Finally, Din could no longer keep up with the fight and succumbed to the weight of the blade and your lightsaber met his beskar with sparks. His weapon hung loosely at his hips, resting the end of it on the ground as the dirt became charred. You sighed and stepped back, retracted your blade and put it away. He did the same.

“You need to learn how to control your weapon.” You said to him. His heavy breathing was being picked up by his vocoder, you had worn him out. You walked up to him and rested your hand on his arm. The heavy breathing had begun to slow, and you tried searching for those eyes you saw long ago, but they were hidden behind his Mandalorian identity.

You gently tugged him to follow you, and he did so diligently. You stopped him at the very centre of the duelling circle, and you slowly walked behind him, not leaving your hand on his arm.

“Hold the weapon.” There was that sweet whispering he loved so much. Maybe you could read his mind, one of those many Jedi tricks you would spring out of nowhere when it would benefit you both, he would be okay with it if that were the case.

He headed your words and removed the hilt from his belt once more and held it out in front of him. Your hand dragged itself down his arm, touching his wrist. He couldn’t feel it through all the beskar and fabric, but stars did his imagination go wild.

“Breathe.” You whispered again. “Let it be a part of you.” He listened, and he drew in a long and deep breath. Either he was doing it for you or because of you, he couldn’t tell. You were very distracting from the teaching you were trying to inflict on him.

He ignited the blade, and almost immediately the blade became too heavy for him and his arm dropped. He began to grow a little frustrated at not being able to master holding the weapon, let alone using it. Your arm, still fitted on his wrist, slunk itself to the other side and underneath, and you began to raise his arm for him. Just like that, it almost seemed like he was holding it like it was a feather.

“Let it be a part of you,” you repeated, “an extension of yourself.” He breathed in deeply once again, but you could still feel the stress and strain his muscles were feeling in preparation to hold it by himself. “Everybody has the force within them,” you said to him,  needing to get him in the right mindset to be able to understand the significance of using such a weapon, “it is up to them to embrace it. 

“I am no Jedi.” He responded. You took a moment before speaking, letting only the sound of silence and the whirring of the blade’s energy be heard in that time.

“No, you are not.” It was the truth that he wanted to hear, but did he really doubt himself this much? He had admired your swordsmanship, but now that he felt like a child, he knew he could never be on the same skill level as you. “But it does not mean you can’t be one with the force. Close your eyes.” You commanded him

You couldn’t prove if he had his eyes closed, but he did so anyway. “Feel it around you. Feel the life that lives beyond our control, feel the wind in the leaves, and the water flowing in the river. Feel me.” You were making him meditate, he realised this now, and it all felt a little silly to him. He was a damn bounty hunter and he had forgotten that all this Jedi business was an entire religion for you. Yet he wanted to understand how to control the Darksaber, he was doing this for you.

When you said the last part, his mind went straight back to all the times he had cherished you on your adventures together. When he would see you curled up asleep with the kid, or when he would watch you dance with your enemies and your lightsaber gliding through their bodies. He admired you and enjoyed your presence, so he knew what energy he was aiming to feel.

“Clear your mind.” You told him. You had sensed all of the thoughts racing through his head, distracting him from what he was supposed to be focusing on. Feel me. Feel me. Feel me. Your words kept repeating in his mind. This entire time without you and the kid, he felt lonely. He felt as though he was just filling in time until he could see you next. Now that he was finally reunited with you, he could reflect on this growing attachment to you. But now was not the time. You were trying to help him because you cared, so he paused those thoughts for the meantime, and focused on you, and only you.

“Breathe through the blade. Let it be an extension of your hand, it is a part of you now.” You said and he felt peaceful for once. This was the first time in a long while that he wasn’t thinking about his next bounty, or worrying about you and the kid. He felt the movement of your hand graze the fabric of his glove, and he felt the support of your experienced Jedi hands remove itself from him. Your hand still hovered underneath, in case he faltered, but it surprised both you and him when he continued to hold it out in front of him.

He opened his eyes, bewildered at the sight of his own hands being able to hold it properly for once. The strange sensation of your support lingered, so he twisted his wrist to see if it would stay. The weapon felt like nothing to him. There was a perfect distribution of weight along the blade and it was perfectly balanced.

He retracted the blade and turned to you. He watched you smile, the perfect, soft smile he loved. You were proud of him. He reattached the hilt to his belt before he began to reach for the sides of his helmet. Your smile quickly faded. From the surge of positive emotions like satisfaction and being proud of him to the hesitance of watching him leave his identity rendered you frozen.

In a blink of an eye, you saw that face you had remembered from long ago. It was different from how you remembered it. It was thankfully not as sad as you recalled from that time, but you were so close to him that you read his face easily. You ended up taking a small step back at the shock of such an intimate action. In return, he took a step towards you.

“I can’t pretend I don’t miss you anymore.” He admitted. Your heart swelled at his affection, but it popped soon after when you realised how screwed you were. You could say the same to him as well. There wasn’t a day that went by where you weren’t thinking about him one way or another. His face, or what you thought he was up to, or reminiscing on those times you would study his behaviour while he sat piloting the Razor Crest.

You knew you were screwed when you felt the same attachment to him. It was a foolish thing, and you knew Luke would be highly disappointed in you. Grogu, you knew he would forgive because he was still only a child, but you were a trained Jedi. Maybe it was all that built-up trust you had in one another for keeping to his creed, or all the times you saved each other and realised how dead you both would have been without each other’s support.

Now you were the one clouded in your own racing thoughts. Now you were the one whose face was easy to read. So in your state of realisation, he leant down and placed a kiss on your lips. At first, his intent was only a light peck to test the waters. He knew how much your Jedi code meant to you, but he figured that if he had the opportunity, he would take it. Luckily, you pressed your lips into his, perfectly interlocked with each other.

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[imaginedisish]

Graceland Too (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!!! Wowowow am I active this week LOL (fyi this is a re-upload. Decided to proofread one more time bc I uploaded at like 2AM last night). Here is a little sick fic I wrote for my friend who isn’t feeling too great (hope you’re feeling okay <3). The fic is heavily based around “Graceland Too” by Phoebe Bridgers but it is also inspired by “oh baby” by LCD Soundsystem. Highly suggest giving those a listen. Anyway, requests are open. Enjoy!

Summary: You’re terribly sick, but one night and one fever dream might just change everything for you and Din. 

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, Praise kink (imo at least), oral (f!receiving), fingering, reader is sick, Jedi!Reader (it’s like I only know how to write Din x Jedi!readers I stg), idiots/friends to lovers, pining, mentions of death/major violence (canon typical I'd say), cursing, probably some grammar stuff....that’s it I think. 

Word Count: 3,018

The wind is cold as it slices you in half, but you feel overwhelmingly hot, clammy even. Sweat dribbles down your forehead as you tread across the rocks beneath your feet. Blaster shots ring out in the distance.

You struggle to pick up your pace, your boots sticking to the ground as you try to put one foot in front of the other.

“Mando!” You call out, remembering not to use his real name.  Fog covers the ground, filling the air at an excruciatingly quick rate. You’d never be able to find him in this. You call out to him again, but there’s no answer. You’d take a grunt or even a groan at this point.

Then there’s a disembodied, brittle voice coming from behind you.

“Looking for him?” It’s grating, nasally. You’d recognize it anywhere.

You turn around frantically, practically giving yourself whiplash.

“Bo Katan.” Your voice is low, hushed. Din’s body is limp on the ground, being held up on his knees by the woman in front of you. There’s a smirk on her face. She has the darksaber in her hand…

And it’s at Din’s throat.

“Let him go,” You plead. You go to grab your lightsaber, a blaster, something, anything at your utility belt, but there’s nothing there. You have no defense, just your words. “You got what you came for, you have the darksaber.”

She scoffs, shaking her head, her smirk widening. “I haven’t finished the job yet. I still have to kill you and your Mandalorian.”

Your eyes widen with fear, blurring with tears. “No please, please don’t hurt him.” Your voice croaks as you choke back sobs.

“Too late.” She moves the darksaber from his throat, plunging it into his chest with one fatal swoop.

“DIN!” You scream, crashing down to your knees next to him.

“I’m here mesh’la…” He whispers, but it doesn’t sound like he’s next to you, he’s somewhere off in the distance. His husky voice calls out your name.

“I’m right here.” He repeats himself. Your eyes force themselves open as you shove your palms into the bed to push yourself up. You almost hit your head on the top of the bunk in the process, but Din stops you before you can, his cold, gloved hands coming up to your shoulders. “It was just a nightmare.” His voice is honeyed, gentle.

You look to your left to see him standing at your side, armor off, helmet on.

“M’sorry,” You mutter, rubbing your eyes. You feel like absolute shit, worse than yesterday. Your skin is so hot that it threatens to burn a hole in Din’s gloves. You choke down a cough, the sensation vibrating painfully against your already pounding head. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You had been sick for a few days now, and Din was doing everything by himself: the ship’s maintenance, the flying, the hunting, taking care of Grogu, and taking care of you. Now, to make matters worse, you had woken him up. You know he doesn’t get enough rest to begin with. You feel like a burden – and not just in this moment, always. You were a danger to yourself, to Din, to Grogu; a force wielding ex-Jedi, ex-Empire captive wanted by anyone and everyone. And yet, he had let you into his little clan of two with open arms. Now he was here, caring for you. You could’ve gone home, made a place for yourself in the New Republic, continued your Jedi training, but you didn’t.

You met Din. And you felt so, so guilty for the repercussions of your meeting.  

You part your lips, ready to usher him back to bed, to apologize again. But Din doesn’t leave room for you to protest. “Don’t apologize, please.” He shushes you, taking off a glove and pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. You hum lightly under his touch. He feels like ice against your blazingly hot skin.

“Your hand…” You trail off, struggling to speak, “feels good.”

Your hoarse voice sounds like nothing more than a set of incoherent mumblings, but Din seems to understand every syllable. He chuckles shortly and softly, as if the laugh was only meant to be heard by you. “That’s ‘cause you’re warmer now than you were yesterday.” He flips his hand over so that his palm rests against your skin. His forefingers and thumb rub gently at your temples, working tirelessly at your raging headache.

With his free hand, he reaches down for something you can’t quite see. Seconds later he’s holding two pills in front of your face. You immediately take them from him, no questions asked. Whatever it was, you’d take it. This was absolutely unbearable, and the constant fever dreams certainly didn’t help. You swallow the pills with no hesitation, and Din brings a metal cup to your lips.

“Drink,” is all he says, and you do.  You take the cup from his hands, the cold water rushing down your throat, temporarily easing the pain you feel there. Din apprehensively settles his arm on your waist. “This okay?” He asks, a slight shake in his voice. You nod in response, smiling appreciatively.

“Thank you,” You whisper, tilting your head to the side with affection. You swallow harshly, clearing your throat. “You can go back to sleep now if you want. I’ll be okay.”

But Din doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t move at all. He ignores your permission to leave completely. “What dream did you have this time?”

You shudder, remembering what you had seen just moments ago. Din instantly takes account of the look on your face, his grip on your waist tightening, stabilizing you, keeping you tethered to reality – to him.

You draw in a deep breath, practically coughing up your lungs in the process. “Bo Katan, s-she,” You stutter, your eyes shutting tightly in between words. You could still see it. It was ingrained in your brain, burnt into the grooves, sowed in between every empty space. You can still feel her. It was so real. “She had the darksaber and she…” But you can’t finish. Your vision is blurry, your surroundings morphing into an amalgamation of streaks of light and grey metallic colors. You blink and a few cool tears drip down your searing cheeks.

“Hey,” Din coos, his helmet inching closer towards your face, his hands still glued around your waist and atop your forehead. “I’ve got you now. It was just a nightmare. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, mesh’la, nothing.”

You cough out a laugh. “Nothing except a red-haired Mandalorian and whatever this fever is.”

But Din shakes his head. “Not if I can help it.” It isn’t until those words fall from his lips that you realize how close he is to you, how intimate this moment is. His armor is long gone, and you can see the outline of his muscles in his shoulders and arms, his deltoids, his triceps, underneath his flight suit.

“I would…” He trails off, a tremble obviously present in his voice. His confidence has completely disappeared. The vulnerability of the moment makes your head spin faster than it already is. You watch his chest rise and fall, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You hear him suck in a sharp breath through his vocoder. “I would do anything for you.”

Anything. He would do anything? For you?

Your heart beats rapidly, threatening to combust against your ribs as Din’s hand on your forehead slides down to your cheek. You’ve forgotten your fever at this point, forgotten your headache, your sore throat. All you feel now is Din, his thumb grazing against your cheek, his fingers ghosting along the exposed slit of skin between the hemline of your shirt and the waistline of your shorts.

You want to keep him here, to ask him to hang on to you all night long, but you don’t know if you have the courage to ask. You close your eyes, inhaling through your nose, gathering your words before they spill from your lips. “Would you…” Your voice fades out, evaporating into silence, unable to finish your sentence.

“Anything,” Din’s modulated voice echoes against the walls of the bunk. “Say the word and it’s yours. Whatever you want, cyare.”

Fuck. He really means anything. Whatever you want.

“Would you stay…with me?” It’s a garbled, incomprehensible mess of a question, but as always, Din knows what’s on your mind better than you do.

Din nods immediately. “Of course.” It’s short, but certainly not curt. Those two words say far more than what they mean. “I have to let go of you for just a second, but I’ll be right back, I promise.” Ever the caretaker, Din Djarin. Eternally putting others before himself. It makes your heart pang in your chest, your breath catching in your throat.

He hesitates a moment before finally letting go of you, his hands brushing over your skin for a few extra seconds, stealing time that had already been borrowed. He slips deeper into the hull. You hear him press a few buttons in the distance, and then with a sudden flick, the lights of the hull go out. Darkness fills the room, and you can hear Din shuffling back towards the bunk.

There’s a click and a hiss, and then the sound of metal falling onto metal. Din had taken his helmet off. It wasn’t the first time he had done this. You occasionally found yourself in his bunk, clinging to him for warmth when you were on a particularly cold planet or when the Crest’s heating system had broken down, but it was rare.

“Should you keep it on?” You ask as Din pushes the covers of the bed down. You feel the mattress dip as he slides into the bunk. “I’m still sick, you know.” The last thing you wanted was to make Din feel the way you feel right now. You didn’t want him to get hurt. You had to protect him, too.

You don’t realize how close he is to you until you feel his breath fan across your lips. “No.” It’s a whisper, barely audible. “Wanna make you feel safe.”

“But-,”

He cuts you off. “It’s worth the risk.”

You were worth the risk.

The darkness isn’t so scary when he’s next to you. You close your eyes, listening closely to his unmodulated breaths. His arm snakes up your body, coming to rest around your waist, in the exact spot he was in before.

“Din?” You call out in the darkness. You inch forward a bit, unexpectedly bumping your nose into his. The sudden touch, the proximity, it’s all becoming too much for you to bear.

“Yes, cyare?” His voice is husky, low, rough.

You can’t even remember what it was you were going to ask him. All you can think about is how close he is, how his fingers graze over your stomach, how his breath ghosts over your cheeks, how much you want him to kiss you.

Maker, you want him to kiss you. Would he if you asked him to? Was that under the category of, anything?

“Cyare?” He’s concerned. You can hear it in the way the pet name plays on his lips, hanging around in the air longer than normal.

“I-I,” You stutter. Was now really the time to do this, to confess your feelings to Din? “I don’t know what to say.” It was true, maybe a little too true. “I just, I like you Din.”

He chuckles. Maker, it sounds so much better without his helmet. “I like you too, cyar’ika.” He’s unserious, carefree.

“No,” You mumble. You feel like a child, a padawan once again, not knowing how to communicate or to feel. “Not like that. M-more than that.” You wish you could see the look on his face, to gauge what he was feeling.

Silence takes hold of the bunk. Shit. Too much. Too much too soon. I shouldn’t have-

And then, like always, Din reads your mind. His lips come crashing down onto yours. The kiss is reckless, frenzied, deep. He molds against you, as if he was always meant to fit here. You almost regret not doing something sooner. You think, maybe you’ve wasted valuable time that you could’ve already spent with this side of him. But you know you’ve lived through everything you’ve been through, just to get to this very moment, to feel his lips taking yours, his tongue sliding along your lower lip, seeking permission to explore more of you. You part your mouth, gladly accepting his invitation.

His hand at your waist travels lower, resting along the inside of your thigh. You moan against his lips at the touch. You can feel your wetness growing between your legs, the pulsing of your core. You instinctively try to press your thighs together, searching for some sort of friction, but Din stops you, using his hand to keep your legs spread wide for him.

His fingers tread achingly slow up your inner thigh, teasing you, his nails softly scratching against your exposed skin. Din’s hand finally lands on top of your clothed cunt, his thumb tracing circles into the overly sensitive spot. You’re trembling under his touch as he presses harder into where you need him most.

“S-shit,” You mutter. “Feels s-so good.”

Din swallows harshly. “Wanna taste you, mesh’la. Bet you taste so good.” Desire coats his voice. His hand slips away from your heat and you groan at the loss of contact. He finds the waistline of your shorts, tugging a bit, searching for permission.

“Please, wanna feel you,” You whimper. And that’s all he needs. Din drags your shorts and panties down your legs. You’re not sure where they end up, but you can’t be bothered to care.

Din presses light kisses against your inner thigh, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin, until he finally reaches your core. His tongue begins to explore your folds, pushing through before finally settling on your clit.

“D-Din!” You cry out as he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking roughly. “Fuck, feels s’good.” Your words slur and your eyes blur as he laps at you.

“Tastes so good, so fucking sweet.” The vibrations of Din’s voice against your clit pushes you closer to the edge. You were already practically there.

He brings a finger to your folds, spreading your slick before sinking deep inside of you. The sensation coaxes a moan from your lips, and Din takes this as a sign to add another finger. He gives you a moment to adjust to him before pulling out and crashing back into you. He’s pushing further inside you as he takes you on his tongue. Nothing else matters, and nothing else will ever be the same.  

“Doing so good for me, sweet girl,” He soothes, his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of your entrance. “You sound so pretty when you say my name.”

“Din.” It’s a whisper, a plea. More, please, more. “Don’t stop. Fuck.” His free hand glides under your shirt, pushing your bra up and out of the way. He takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly, rolling the nub around before switching to the other. He squeezes softly, luring you closer to your breaking point.

“Taking me so good, being such a good girl,” Din groans. You throw your head back against the pillow. His words alone were enough to drive you mad. “Gonna make you come, gonna give you whatever you want, mesh’la.”

His name rolls off your tongue. You’re unsure of where it starts and where it ends, whispering it over and over again like you’re trying to commit this moment to some eternal memory.

His tongue presses harder into your clit, his fingers pumping faster, deeper inside of you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You were right there, your walls tightening around Din’s fingers.

“Din I’m gonna-,” But it’s impossible to get the words out. You’re a bleating mess underneath him.

“That’s it, come for me, pretty girl. Wanted this for so long,” His praises, his confessions, send you over the edge, searing heat spreading across every inch of your body. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect for me.” You can feel yourself shattering under his touch, your walls fluttering around him.

“F-fuck Din,” You whimper, riding out your high. Din slowly laps at your swollen clit, his fingers gently pumping in and out of you a few more times before pulling out. You feel empty without them. “N-need more. Need to feel you.” You can’t help but beg. It wasn’t enough. You wanted all of him, needed all of him.  

“Not tonight, cyar’ika,” Din breathes as he finds his way back next to you. “Don’t wanna push you too far. You’re sick, don’t forget. I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, remember?” There’s a faint laugh in his voice, a certain genuine happiness that you can’t wait to hear more of.

“Tomorrow?” You ask, shifting so that your head rests against his chest.

“As long as you’re feeling better…” He trails off for a second, mulling his words over in his head before continuing, “I’ll do anything you want me to.” You know there’s a smile tugging at his lips, you can hear it. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Get some rest, okay?”

You nod your head, nestling even further into him. You wrap a leg around his waist, and he follows suit by wrapping his arms around you.

“Goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, mesh’la.”

No longer a danger to herself or others

She made up her mind and laced up her shoes…

Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment

Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then

I would do anything you want me to

I would do anything for you

I would do anything, I would do anything

Whatever you want me to do, I will do

I will do anything (whatever you want)

Whatever she wants (whatever you want)

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[dailydragon08]

Soft Comforts

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Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: In the depth of night on Yavin IV, you give both Luke and Grogu comfort against their fears. Requested by @acupnoodle​. A/N:  "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Slight mention of future pregnancy at the end. Read here on AO3.

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Something woke you from your deep sleep, or the lack of something did. You opened your eyes to the darkness of your and Luke's shared bedroom and sighed at the empty side of the bed. He'd been doing this more often lately. The reason was obvious: you'd found another Force-sensitive child and he was leaving in a few days to see if they wanted to become a padawan. So far, Grogu was your only student and although Luke was an instant master at teaching, you knew he still stressed over whether he was good enough—whether he could complete the task Yoda had set in front of him. You never doubted him, but you could understand. You doubted your own teaching skills many times. And just like how he always comforted you, you pulled yourself out of bed to do the same for him. 

You shivered in your oversized t-shirt as you padded down the cold hallway barefoot. Your hut on Yavin IV consisted of two bedrooms, an adjoining refresher, a small kitchen, and a workshop Luke had sequestered himself in. He sat on a stool with his back to you, hunched over your broken lightsaber hilt. Tools were scattered everywhere with his jacket thrown haphazardly over the table's edge. 

Words felt too difficult in your groggy state, so you simply wrapped your arms around his middle, laying your cheek on the bit of bare shoulder exposed by his tank top. 

He sighed and paused in his work, laying a hand on top of yours. "Hi, sweetheart. Sorry I woke you."

"'S okay," you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. "Making any progress?"

"Almost there." He chuckled and leaned his head against yours. "You really did a number on it."

"Didn't mean to. Grogu was distracting me."

"Hm, he's good at that. What was he doing this time?"

"Trying to chase a butterfly off a cliff."

He laughed. "Oh, Maker."

You hesitated. "It'll still be there in the morning, you know. And so will the next child."

He didn't respond, just squeezed your hand harder in his. 

You moved to stand before him, plopping on his lap and squeezing between him and the table. He readily opened his arms for you and pulled you closer to him, burying his face in your neck as you leaned yours on his shoulder. Your fingers weaved into the hair at the back of his head and began to gently massage. He sighed and you felt him melt underneath you, running a hand along the curve of your side. 

"I'll miss you when I'm away," he murmured in your ear. "We've never been apart for this long."

"I know." You kissed his jaw softly and nuzzled into his neck as his fingers ran through your hair. "I'll miss you, too…Promise me you'll be careful."

"I will. Try not to walk off any cliffs chasing after Grogu."

You laughed sleepily and pulled back to look at him, gently tracing the contours of his face with your thumb. He smiled softly at the gesture, closing his eyes as you stroked your fingers over the bags underneath. "You know, it's a lot easier to be careful when you've had enough sleep."

His face fell. "I just…" He opened his eyes and leaned into your touch. "Rebuilding the Jedi…is a lot."

"I know. You're not doing it alone though."

His smile returned and you felt his love for you flow through the Force. "I know. I'm so glad I found you and that you're here."

You pressed your lips to his, reveling in his greedy reciprocation and the press of his hands against your skin. For several moments, you just let yourself get lost in his taste and smell. His upcoming trip would likely be uneventful, but you still committed everything to memory to keep you warm while he was away: the silkiness of his hair, his Tatooine-roughened and pockmarked skin, the gentle insistence of his hands, the swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip. 

Before you could get too distracted, you began to pull away, laughing against his mouth when he leaned forward to follow you. 

He chuckled with you. "Where are you going?"

"I need to tell—mmph." He cut you off with another deep kiss that almost made you forget what you wanted to say all over again. You stared at him for a moment and took his face between your hands. "You're doing amazing and I'm really proud of you."

His blue eyes widened slightly and you could feel a multitude of emotions burst through the Force as he burrowed his face into your shoulder. He pressed a soft, but insistent kiss to your skin. "I love you."

You sighed against him. "I love you, too."

"You've made my life incredible…even if you are a shirt thief."

You laughed and pulled back to look at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He smiled. "Mm-hmm, I've been wondering where this shirt went."

"Oh no, this isn't your shirt."

He adjusted his legs so you were pressed even closer to his chest, holding you tightly. "Oh, just a coincidence that it looks exactly the same?"

You nodded, biting back your smile as he shook his head. His hand gently caressed the back of your head before pulling you forward to press his forehead to yours. You gently bumped your nose against his before giving him another lingering kiss. "This shirt thief wants you back in bed. We can worry about my lightsaber tomorrow."

"Ooohhh, so now you'll admit it."

 "Do you want it back?"

He laughed. "No. It looks better on you anyway."

"Well, you'll have to take it back and wear it again at some point. How else will it smell like you?"

"Maker, you're impossible. And very lucky you're cute."

You laughed and slid off his lap, wrapping his discarded jacket around your shoulders. "Well, if you want this back, you'll have to come back to bed."

Your heart fluttered at the smile he gave you, abandoning your saber to take your hand and follow you back to the bedroom. As you navigated the dark hallway and settled back into bed, you could sense his pride, love, admiration, and a little arousal through the Force. He sighed in contentment as you laid your head against his chest. 

"Incoming," he murmured into your hair. 

Before you could question him, the door to your bedroom creaked open slightly and a tiny silhouette with large ears toddled towards your bed. You smiled at the tiny groans and grunts that left him as he hauled himself up onto the mattress. He was trying to be sneaky, but you could see his head bobbing under the covers and felt his ears bump against your legs. 

You couldn't hold in your laugh. "We can see you, Grogu."

The covers lifted to reveal two large eyes and downturned ears. He made a little squeal of discontent, and you could sense his nervousness and lingering nightmare through the Force. 

"You're perfectly safe here, Grogu," Luke said, gently petting his head. "Remember, don't let your fears consume you. We're here to protect you, just down the hall."

He cooed sadly and his ears sloped down even more. He turned his big dark eyes to you and even in the dark, you could picture his pleading face perfectly. You turned to Luke. "Well…one late-night cuddle session wouldn't hurt, right?"

Luke looked back and forth between you in the dark and laughed as his head fell back against the pillow. "I can't handle both of you doing the eyes at once…All right, but just for tonight."

Grogu chirped happily before crawling to settle against your chest, his little green hands gripping your shirt. You smiled as he nuzzled into you, glancing at Luke as he wrapped an arm around you to bring you both closer.

His fingers gently brushed your cheek. "You look good…holding a child."

You met his gaze. "Yeah?"

He smiled and kissed your hair. "Yeah."

"What are you gonna do about it, Skywalker?"

"I can think of several things."

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[just-prime]

8 : Oh so boring

The horrifying MCU-ification of the Star Wars universe is in horrific display as 8 episodes lead nowhere but setup.

Before I get to everything else, I do want to say, Ray Stevenson's passing is a true tragedy, and I appreciate the love and care he clearly put into his character. He was the only compelling one, and I shudder to think of how Disney will probably heartlessly recast.

Now, on to the episode

Well, all the leaks that said it was zombies were right, to the surprise of no one. This is the MCU now, we need something more than just a fuck ton of stormtroopers to blow through, we need an undead CGI army.

First off : The Jedi, The Witch, and The Warlord...FUCK OFF FILONI. YOU ARE NOT CUTE.

The show opens with the attempt to lull Legends fans back into a Sion reference for no reason. Also, Thrawn's super baggy pants seem unnecessary, especially since the design in Rebels always has him in perfectly tailored clothes. Nothing during his decade abroad that would have cause the pants to change that drastically, so it just feels like an unnecessary change that is not an attractive look :(

Morgan's power ups make no sense, and as soon as she got them she was going to die. Her eyes had me making a half dozen Supernatural jokes for obvious reasons. The whole "Blade of Talzin" thing is also very dumb given the fact that I assume Mother Talzin would have used every weapon in her arsenal to stop Grievous, and I would think a lightsaber proof sword is on that list.

The entire "Ezra makes himself a new lightsaber" scene filled me rage for a few reasons.

A) Ezra literally just turned down Sabine's offer of the lightsaber for the martial arts force powers which we never see him use again.

B) Huyang knowing about Caleb and Kanan being the same person feels kinda weird to me to be perfectly honest.

C) Ezra's new lightsaber is boring. Full stop. This is the kid who built a gun into his first one, it makes no sense that he'd make one that looks this mediocre.

D) All of Sabine's family dying horrible deaths on Mandalore has always struck me as a cop out. It's just lazy writing to isolate Sabine.

The Stakes

Spoiler alert : THERE ARE NONE

We knew this was going to end in a cliffhanger for a while now, which means none of the main cast was going to die. Morgan has always been a means to an end for Thrawn, not that her loyalty was ever explain...But none of our heroes were gonna bite it (regardless of how I hoped for Huyang to explode) so there were no stakes. Thrawn had to escape, despite the fact that he is weirdly shaken, so he does. Ezra had to get home, so he does. Sabine and Ahsoka are now trapped on some stupid Mortis world??? Okay, pause, I'm getting ahead of myself here...because before that...

Sabine has the Force now

My deepest condolences to anyone who is finding this out from me, but Sabine is offically confirmed and shown to be Force sensitive. Yes it is dumb. Yes it makes no sense. Yes this is something we all saw being foreshadowed from day one, unfortunately. Especially with the playing down of her Mandalorian-ness (she's constantly losing her helmet, her gun accuracy has utterly gone, she barely uses her gauntlets, etc etc) it was obvious that Filoni wanted to do with her, what he was too cowardly to do with Grogu.

Other miscellaneous shit

It turns out that Ahsoka's shuttle is Jedi era...which makes no fucking sense.

The nightsisters being totally on board with the Empire feels like their ability to tell what's going on in the main universe might be a bit sketchy do to the fact that they missed that the guy in charge of the Empire is the one who ordered Dathomir razzed.

100% of the problems that the gang run into would have been solved if Sabine had a fucking jetpack

They pull the "Thrawn knew Anakin" card out of nowhere in the dumbest possible way, which really just goes to show how much FIloni hates the new canon Thrawn books.

Chopper recognizes Ezra (which was rather cute) before Hera does, because he decides to show up on a New Republic cruiser in full Thrawn stormtrooper garb. Also we don't even get a hug between Hera and Ezra.

Shin (because she exists, remember?) who is also stranded now, goes and appears to be taking over the bandit camp we saw earlier. Have no idea where they are taking that...but honestly, good for Shin doing something for her, this seems like a selfcare move.

Now, the ending...Fucking Mortis

So, the final shot we get of Baylan, he is standing on a giant statue of The Father (there is a statue of The Son, and a destroyed statue of The Daughter) pointing out towards something on the horizon.

Back at the hermit crab people camp, Ahsoka and Sabine (and fucking Anakin's ghost, because that's right people, instead of hanging out with his son, Anakin has been just hovering over Ahsoka this whole time apparently) here this chirping, and it's a fucking creepy hyper realistic CGI Morai.

So yeah, that's clearly how all of the trapped characters are going to get off this planet...the World between Worlds. Now, this brings up a fuck ton more questions...Chief of all being how did Ezra not use this to escape years ago???

And I get that Mortis is not everybody's favorite Clone Wars arc. Which is fair. I don't hate it, but I never loved it, and Filoni dragging in the dumbest piece of Force lore that he created is infuriating. ESPECIALLY with this being so obviously aimed at those who've not watched Clone Wars or Rebels. I'm curious to see how much he immediately recons about it, given that it's been his go-to move since before even Mando s3...

I fear they're going to do something like "Bayan is The Father, Ahsoka is The Daughter, and Shin and Sabine have to fight over being The Son" or some stupid bullshit like that.

I'm glad this is the last Filoni property we're getting for a while, since I'm pretty sure he's not involved with Skeleton Crew at all writing-wise.

I am just so happy it's over!

In the meantime, if you are as annoyed at Filoni as I am, spite him by reading the new canon Thrawn books!!! They are really fantastic and give Thrawn a lot of facinating depth, along with having an incredible cast of side characters.

For those of you who are new or just finding me because of my Ahsoka rants, please stick around!!! I'm sure I will be having other annoyed Ahsoka thoughts in the weeks to come as I think back about the full series and about just everything that it's fucked up. Feel free to pop into my ask box if you're curious about my other Star Wars related opinions, I'm more than happy to answer, though know that for the majority of the recent shows, I do not look fondly.

But if you are looking for some vindication on not enjoying recent Star Wars things, then this is the blog for you!!!

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[lxstfathier]

Midnight Sky

Master! Luke Skywalker x Padawan! Reader

Summary: noticing a sudden change in your behavior, master Luke decides to have a private talk with you at night. But it turns out way different than expected.

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, mutual masturbation, age-gap, slight angst, Kylo being a bully.

A/N: this is not canon, i just wanted to have fun without worrying about timelines and all that. Luke is supposed to be in his late 40s and the reader in her early 20s, but you’re free to choose any age you want. Hope you all enjoy this!! 💗✨

Jedi training is hard. Specially when you’re a padawan under the wing of the one and only Luke Skywalker.

All of his students are expected to be perfect in every single aspect; from the impeccable robes, polished boots, well groomed hair, and clean lightsaber hilt, to the excellent behavior, calm and elegant in any situation, never faltering with fear or anger.

Everyone is just like that. Except you.

Ben Solo likes to mock you almost every single day for that reason, laughing at your shyness and weak combat skills. And you try you best to find a justification for it. Maybe it is because him, and all the other students, come from powerful families with a strong jedi bloodline, and you’re just a random girl from a far away planet who happened to be born force-sensitive for some weird reason.

Or maybe it’s because you’re not meant to be a jedi. Who knows, whatever it is, you can’t help but feel a little bit upset seeing all your classmates improving while you’ve been stuck in the same place for weeks.

That’s how you ended up here, sitting under a tree at lunch time like you always do, sharing a meal with Grogu, away from all the other loud teenagers around the bonfire who can’t stop laughing at their own stupid jokes. And if it wasn’t for the little green kid, you would feel completely alone.

But you’re really wrong if you think that Grogu is the only one who cares about you.

Master Luke has been watching you for a while, sensing your negative emotions and troubled thoughts, growing worried with that sudden change in your demeanor, thinking about what would be the best form to approach and help a young girl like you.

“Patu?” Grogu says, offering you the last roasted frog, pulling you away from the deepest corner of your mind.

“For me? oh, thank you so much Din Grogu, i appreciate it” you say with a smile, taking the little frog snack that is supposed to be only for him, but you put it in you mouth anyway, savoring the weird taste and crispy texture.

And you’re too into it that you don’t even notice Luke walking in your direction until a pair of black boots appears in your peripheral vision, scaring you slightly, feeling you heart beat faster as you lift up your gaze to look at your cloaked master.

Are you in trouble? you don’t think so, but before you can ask something he speaks first.

“I want you to meet me at midnight, by the pond. It’s not necessary to wear you robes or bring your lightsaber, i just want talk. Understood?”

Oh hell, you’re definitely in some trouble now.

“Yes, master” you answer, trying to stay calm as your mind overthinks all the possible scenarios. And after hearing those affirmative words, he turns around to go back with the rest, leaving you there with teary eyes.

You know that you’re not his best student, so you’re probably getting expelled from his Jedi Academy. Everything is ruined and your effort has been in vain. But you don’t want to upset Grogu and cry in front of him, so you do your best to hold your tears and fake a smile, letting him eat the rest of the food while you just sip on your drink.

After that, the evening goes fast, doing your usual routine of meditating alone, read on your holo-pad, take a quick shower and brush your teeth. Still with the horrible anxiety sensation in your chest.

When midnight finally comes, you just put on an oversized shirt and small shorts, adequate for the warm weather. Why would you care about wearing something nice if you’re getting kicked out anyway?.

So you get out of your room, walking under the moonlight, admiring all the pretty luminous insects flying above the grass as a way to distract yourself from your own nervousness.

Once you get to the pond, master Luke is already there, sitting on a fallen log. And you feel even more anxious than before, but you need to stay calm under any circumstance, remember?, so you take a deep breath, reuniting the courage to walk up to him.

“Take a seat, young padawan” he says, motioning for you to sit on the ground in front of him for a quick conversation.

You follow his orders, getting comfortable on the soft grass, playing nervously with your own sweaty hands until he finally decides to speak again.

“Do you know why i told you to come here?”

“To expel me out of the jedi academy? maybe?” You answer in a low voice, accepting your fate.

But he just smirks. Something he doesn’t do often.

“Why would i do such thing? you’re the best student here.”

For a moment you can’t believe what you just heard. He called you his best student. And you don’t know how you’re supposed to feel, your emotions are mixed, you’re happy but extremely doubtful at the same time.

Maybe he’s saying it out of pure pity. There’s no way that you’re the best when all the others have an excellent conduct and fierce combat skills that could put yours to shame.

“I don’t think so” you say, shaking your head. “I’m behind everyone else here. They all see me as an easy target, and Ben likes to remind me everyday that i’m too weak and fearful to deserve being trained by his uncle.”

Suddenly, that friendly smirk on his face disappears and a stern expression takes its place, noticing the way he clenches his jaw, along with a tightening of his gloved fist, clearly unpleased with the way his nephew has been treating you.

“Don’t listen to those teens. They’re still kids, they talk hurtful nonsense just for fun” Luke says, with his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward to make eye contact. “And they also have a lot to learn from me. All of them are reckless and aggressive most of the time, thinking that their worth is only found in how many combats they win. But not you. You’re different. You’re quiet and mindful, and that’s what makes you a great jedi. So please, don’t believe their words.”

Out of everything you thought he would tell you tonight, this definitely wasn’t it. And before you know it, a warm tear is rolling down your cheek.

You don’t know what to tell him. Perhaps you don’t need even need to, cause soon you feel him getting closer, with a big hand cradling your face as his thumb wipes the wet trail.

It’s weird. But you like it, you crave more, getting lost in his gentle touch and beautiful facial features illuminated by the pale moonlight, awakening some sort of new emotions in the depths of your soul.

“I want you to have this” he speaks again, this time offering you a rose gold lightsaber. “It belonged to my sister, princess Leia Organa.”

You’re hesitant about it, but you take it in your hands just to feel its heavy weight, cold in contrast with your skin, admiring the beautiful shiny hilt. All while wondering why would he want you to have such an important piece from his family.

One thing for sure is that, if everyone sees you using Leia’s lightsaber instead of your own, it’s going to cause jealousy, specially in Ben.

“Thanks, master. But i can’t accept it” you give it back to him, finally feeling brave enough to tell him what’s been going around your mind for days. “Actually, i think i would like to take a break from my jedi training, at least for a few months.”

Luke never thought he would hear those word come out of your pretty lips, even less after seeing you so worried thinking about getting expelled. But he understands you, better than anyone. His training can get quite demanding sometimes, and if you need some time to recover from it, he will give it to you without a second thought.

“As you wish, young padawan” he answers, with a kind smile to make it clear that he’s not mad at your decision. “You’re free to go away and come back whenever you feel ready again.”

No. You don’t want to go to any other place, you want to stay here, in a beautiful planet, with Grogu… and him.

“I never said that i wanted to go away” you whisper, looking directly at the ocean of his eyes. “I want to stay here with you.”

Maybe it’s the heat of the moment. Maybe it’s all those years of pent up yearning. But you act by instinct, closing the gap between the two of you, pressing your soft lips against his.

It feels great. You could swear there are real buzzzers inside your stomach. However, you regret it immediately, thinking that he might reject your romantic advances, not wanting to get involved with one of his students who is way younger than him.

To your surprise, that doesn’t happen, and before you can push away, he puts a hand on the nape of your neck to pull you closer, deepening the kiss.

You tongues dance in sync, tasting each other, feeling that burning desire grow stronger with each movement of your mouths.

It scalates pretty quickly, leading to something more. So you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, immediately feeling a pair of big hands caressing your bare thighs in such a delicate way.

You move your lips to his jaw, and then his neck, biting slightly as you start moving your hips back and forth, humping his clothed bulge, desperate for some friction.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy” Luke tells you, in a low husky voice that you had never heard him use before, playing with the hem of your shirt as if asking for consent to take it off.

So you allow him to read your thoughts, letting him know that it’s ok, that you want this as much as he does and that you can’t wait to get your body claimed as his.

Giving in to your most passionate wishes, he helps you take off your shirt, letting his hands roam every curve of your waist and back until he finally finds the clips of your bra, unclasping it effortlessly, admiring the way your gorgeous breasts are set free in front of his eyes.

You throw the clothes to the ground, and he doesn’t waste a single second, squeezing your soft tits, slightly pinching your nipples, sending waves of pleasurable pain straight to your core.

As he has his fun, you work on his black pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, just enough to take out his cock, realizing that it’s a little bit bigger than you thought.

He’s fully hard, hot and heavy at touch, already dripping beads of pre cum, twitching notoriously when you run a finger over his prominent veins and sensitive pink tip.

You wrap a hand around his thick cock, pumping it slowly, and then you feel it, his warm mouth licking and sucking one of your nipples, making you gasp at the delicious sensation.

“Master, please” you whine, unable to resist more teasing.

“Please what, pretty girl?” Luke asks as he moves a hand between your legs, pushing your shorts to the side to explore your wet folds with two of his fingers. “Use your words.”

“I need you to fuck me already, please. I’ll be good, i promise. ”

You have no idea how he’s still calm and collected while being jacked off, and you’re there, being a total mess as his fingers barely stimulate your sensitive clit.

But he enjoys it nonetheless, smiling at the way you’re shivering at his touch, begging for more.

“Who am i to deny you, hm? go ahead and take what you want” he says, stopping his ministrations on you before leaning back, licking his own fingers to have a taste of your sweet juices.

You get off his lap, hurriedly getting rid of your shorts, and then straddle him again, this time guiding his cock to your entrance, slowly sinking down on it, whining as he splits you open so nicely.

Luke grunts when he feels you too, so tight and warm around him, squeezing your soft ass with his hands as a distraction to not cum in that exact moment.

“You’re too big, master” you say shyly, holding on to his broad shoulders. “I don’t think i can take it all.”

“Yes, i know you can” he answers, gripping your hips to push you down, sinking deeper into your cunt until he’s fully sheathed inside.

You could swear he’s all the way up to your guts, but you tough it out, fulfilling your promise of being good for him. And once you get somewhat adjusted to it, you start moving your hips at a steady pace.

Your mouths find each other again, kissing sloppily as you ride him, with his hands on your waist and yours tugging at his now disheveled greyish hair.

A minute later, you’re bouncing on his cock, just like one of those pornstars that you used to watch on the holo-net, letting out obscene moans when you feel him hit that soft spot inside you over and over.

The squelching noises are also pretty loud, your arousal being enough to take him easily, causing a creamy ring to appear on the base of his cock, slowly dripping down his balls.

It feels too good. Both of you are already close to your orgasms, drunk on each other, chasing your own releases, getting messy, rough, and absolutely nasty.

“Cum for me, love, come on” Luke says with a raggedy voice, using his gloved thumb to rub your clit, bucking his hips to fuck you harder.

The way he’s ramming into you, stretching out your tight hole, and his fast movements on your bundle of nerves are enough to make you come undone.

Without a warning you clench hard around him, moaning his name as you squirm and dig your nails on his black clothes, almost euphoric on the immense pleasure he just gave you.

Luke follows right after, releasing with a deep grunt, twitching hard inside your tight heat while he spills his seed as deep as he can, stuffing you full of hot sticky cum, not caring about the consequences.

After that, you go limp on his arms, riding the last waves of bliss, with your cunt still spasming around his softening cock, just hiding your blushed face on the crook of his neck while hearing his heavy breathing.

What you just did was out of the Jedi code, but neither of you regret it, specially not him, who had been dreaming for a moment like this since the first time he saw you on your home planet, so beautiful, young and innocent.

“Luke? am i really your favorite student?” you ask him in a low voice, exhausted and already sleepy.

“Yes. And my favorite girl too” He answers kindly, running a hand along your bare back.

Those words are enough to make a stupid smile appear on your lips, happy to hear him say what you’ve been longing for years, finally closing your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder and your fingers trace at his black robes, not taking much to fall asleep like that, with your bodies still connected.

And even though you’re on a planet with a hot weather, it gets a little chilly at night, so Luke wraps his cloak around your exposed body.

He swore to protect you forever since you became his padawan, didn’t he?… so now more than ever he’s going to take care of you, it doesn’t matter if he needs to fight a damn exogorth to keep you safe.

But, in this moment, he only needs to let you rest and keep you warm, preventing you from catching a cold. Just holding you close as the stars shine in the dark midnight sky.

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[ricosbrainrot]

the way disney doesn’t understand luke’s character drives me crazy like why tf would he just try to kill ben when ben didn’t even do anything yet like is this really the same man who wasn’t willing to kill his father and believed that he could return back to the light even after killing thousands of innocents?? and him making grogu choose between the armor and the lightsaber like I get it. I get that luke knows that grogu isn’t really interested in becoming a jedi and wants to see his father but grogu is a toddler. of course he’s uninterested in stuff like that. and of course luke doesn’t want to separate a son from his father after what he himself went through but like there were options. there were multiple paths grogu could’ve chosen than just the two. luke should’ve allowed din to visit them to encourage grogu to hone his abilities AND GRRRR HOW ARE YOU GONNA BRING LUKE “DADDY ISSUES” SKYWALKER INTO THE MANDALORIAN AND NOT HAVE HIM INTERACT WITH DIN MORE DISNEY PLS

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[wheresarizona]

An Adorably Sweet Man

summary: You both clearly had feelings for each other. It’s just a little surprising Din is the first to break.

rating: M (non-explicit smut, soft!Din Djarin, brothels, talk about sex workers (we are respectful in this house) love confessions, kissing, feelings, fluff.)

pairing: Din Djarin/f!reader

word count: 1900+

a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for my dear friend, @dresupi. She asked for space dad fluff with the prompt, “I love you, and it terrifies me.” Shoutout to @juletheghoul and @invisibleismyname for the beta! Love you guys.

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Mando had taken you in as a crewmember on his ancient, pre-Empire assault ship, to do maintenance and, on occasion, watch over his tiny green alien son when he was bounty hunting. The thing was, he didn’t actually need you for the maintenance. The man knew how to take care of his giant relic, sturdier than the newer starships, that he’d kept in pretty good condition. It was just happenstance that while he’d been docked in your boss’s hangar and you’d been doing the routine diagnostics, you’d found one issue of a couple of lines in the wrong spots that were hindering fuel intake a minuscule amount, and you’d corrected it, but he’d thought it was the greatest catch and offered you the job.

At least that’s what he’d made your boss believe. In reality, you had found that minor issue, but his kid was force sensitive, and you were force sensitive, and the little guy would not leave without you. He made you see through the force his time with his father, showing you he was a good man, trying to do his best by Grogu and keep him safe, and when you’d tried to explain that you weren’t a Jedi, that you didn’t have a lightsaber, and only knew very basic things taught to toddlers because that’s how old you’d been when the order fell, Grogu had basically communicated same.

And that was how it all began.

You traveled with Mando, whose face you hadn’t seen and who spoke very little, and Grogu, who made sure his face was the first thing you saw in the morning and liked to share things through the force all the time (his top two topics were food, and his dad).

Then things got… complicated.

Because Grogu had been right about his father being a good man, but you’d learned over time that he was truly amazing.

It took some time, breaking down those durasteel walls of his, and he’d slowly opened up to you, showed you little pieces of himself, until the reveal of his name, that made you feel like you knew the galaxy's greatest secret.

Din was a sweetheart.

The kind of man who showed affection through acts of service, doing little things to make your life a little easier and help you out, and also buying you trinkets to make you smile. He did things that showed you meant something to him, that he cared about you, and then one day, he came back from buying supplies, and had somehow found your favorite candy from a planet on the other side of the galaxy, and you’d hugged him.

It was like a dam broke because once he had permission to touch you, his hands were on you whenever he was near—respectfully, of course, never doing anything untoward, even if you wanted him to touch you like that, and thought extensively about what the situation was like under that flight suit of his.

You both clearly had feelings for each other, but were both too cowardly to act on them and ruin the dynamic you’d developed.

The three of you were stopped on a quaint planet said to have some of the best pleasure houses in the galaxy, and Din Djarin, the smartest man you knew, hadn’t known what those were. He assumed the place had a bunch of nice inns, bringing you there to stay for the night and have a chance to sleep on the real bed. The thought had been sweet, and luckily Grogu had been sleeping in his hover pod, the top closed as you walked down the street, passing the mentioned houses, with transparisteel walls to see into rooms and the very pleasurable activities people were getting up to.

Din’s back had straightened when you walked past the first one, his helmet glancing before turning back forward. You, on the other hand, couldn’t keep your eyes away, taking in the different species doing many various acts.

“What’s the, uh, difference between these places and a brothel?” Din asked.

“Pleasure houses, the people working are doing it because they enjoy it and the money is a bonus. Brothels, the people are doing it for the money, and usually as a means to survive.”

“And the workers don’t enjoy it?” You could hear the frown in his voice.

“I’m sure they do sometimes! Depends on how caring their partner is. But it’s more of a job to them, and they work hard to earn their money, you know?” You rubbed his shoulder over the rough material of his cape. “I have no doubt that the lovely sex workers you’ve paid in the past had a wonderful time.”

“I hope so, too.”

You were impressed with the creativity of some of the couples, positions you weren’t even sure you were flexible enough to get into. There was also an orgy, that had a lot going on, between species you hadn’t known had compatible parts. It was entertaining and had you feeling hot under your clothes. One caught your attention, and you stopped in your tracks, watching in fascination as a human woman was on her knees, bent forward, with a man holding her arms behind her back, pounding into her from behind. You couldn’t hear the sounds, but from how their faces were screwed up in pleasure, you had an idea, and arousal pooled in your belly, imagining what it would be like to be in her place. What does beskar feel like against bare skin?

“Do they know we can see?”

Din’s voice made you jump, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Fuck!” You shouted, hand touching over your heart. “You scared me.”

“Scared or caught?”

You looked over at him, narrowing your eyes.

“I’ll have you know I am unashamed that I enjoy watching people have sex.” You looked back at the couple, tilting your head. “Maker, I just wish it were me.”

Coughing sounded from Din’s modulator, and your head turned towards him again.

“You okay?” You asked, patting his back over his cape.

“Yeah,” he wheezed. “Swallowed wrong.”

Your eyes moved back to the room, watching the man flip the woman easily, putting her legs on his shoulders, as he thrust into her.

“Happens to the best of us, buddy. You ever miss sex?”

You knew he wasn’t a virgin. You’d had to wheedle the information out of him because you’d been curious and nosey, finding out that before he’d taken in Grogu, he stopped at brothels on occasion, which made him not knowing what a pleasure house was amusing to you.

It was quiet for a moment.

“…Yes.” He finally answered.

“Me too. What I would give for someone else to make me orgasm.” You sighed wistfully as you turned away from the window, patting Din on the shoulder. “Come on, big guy, let’s go find an actual inn. I was told I’d be sleeping on a mattress tonight, and no matter how many pillows you buy me, the rack remains only slightly superior to the Crest’s floor.”

You started walking, Din following, his strides catching him up to you quickly, as Grogu’s pod followed beside you.

To your surprise, there was a non-pleasure inn, and the rooms were reasonably priced. Din got a two-bedroom suite so you each could have your own beds.

The place was decent enough and would suffice for your sleeping needs, the three of you in the adjoining living room.

“Is the kid awake?” Din asked, the first time he’d said anything to you since the window.

You felt for Grogu in the force, his signature calm and even, indicating he was sleeping.

“Still out cold,” you answered.

Din nodded once, moving the child into the room, and returning a minute later, shutting the door behind him.

He stood there for a minute watching you, and your eyebrow raised.

“Why are you staring?” You asked.

You saw his shoulders dip like he was letting out a breath, and he walked until he was standing in front of you, close enough that you could reach out and touch him.

“The people…” he started.

“The people having sex?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“What about them?”

“You… wished for it?”

“Well, yeah, don’t you?” You asked.

“I do.”

You felt an uncomfortable feeling form in your chest at the implication of his answer and his past history.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “Did.. um, did you want me to watch Grogu while you go, you know, visit one of the establishments?”

“No,” he shook his head.

Your eyebrows creased. What was this conversation about?

“I don’t quite understand your train of thought,” you said.

He moved a little closer, his gloved hand cradling your cheek, and you leaned into the touch.

“I want you, cyar’ika,” he spoke softly.

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes going wide.

“Me?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“What’s changed?” You asked. “Why now?”

He sighed.

“I didn’t like the thought of you with someone else.”

“So, you’re just jealous?”

“No. I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and I know you feel the same.”

“Well, obviously. But now, there’s an option of me paying for sex, and suddenly you want to be with me?”

“I was… scared.”

“Of what?”

You saw his chest move, hearing him take a deep breath.

“That I love you.”

Your eyes went wide again, eyebrows in your hairline.

“You love me?”

“I do. I love you, and it terrifies me.”

“Why does it terrify you?”

“The thought that you might not feel the same.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, his helmet tilting in confusion, and you imagined he was frowning under the bucket, feeling a bit bad, but the idea that you didn’t love him was hilarious. It took some seconds to finally calm down.

You put your hand over his on your face, your other moving to rest on his helmet.

“Din Djarin, you adorable, sweet man, I have loved you since the moment Grogu showed me through the force all of your best moments, loving and protecting him like he were your own flesh and blood, and my feelings have only grown as time has gone on. You have no reason to be scared. I love you, too.”

You’d thought you already knew the galaxy’s greatest secret by knowing Din Djarin’s name, but all of the pieces of him you’d gathered, loving one another without any idea of what was under the beskar, hadn’t prepared you for the last piece of the puzzle to slide into place, as his hand went to his helmet, pulling it off to reveal the face of the man you loved.

You were shocked, mouth falling open as you took in the soulful brown eyes and beaming smile, the way he had a dimple in his right cheek, and his dark hair a mess atop his head. He was gorgeous, a face the artisans on Naboo would carve into stone to immortalize, and only you got to see it.

His face slowly morphed into concern the longer you didn’t speak, until he broke the silence.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

His voice was even more attractive without the helmet, and there was a possibility you were going to combust.

“Yes!” You finally answered. “Sorry, a lot to take in. You tell a girl you love her, then break the creed you’ve followed your entire life in the span of five minutes, and it’s really just a rollercoaster of emotions.” You were rambling. “I loved you without knowing what was under that bucket, but I had not been prepared for how unfairly attractive you are. No wonder you wear the damn thing. People would be throwing themselves at you. Fuck, can I kiss you?”

He was smiling, cheeks pinking up.

“You can… I’ve just… uh…never.”

“Stop right there, babe. I will happily teach you in the ways of kissing… and more,” you winked.

He gulped.

“I’d like that.”

“And I want to see what else you're hiding under all that,” you said, pointing at his chest.

“You’ll soon find out,” he smirked.

Your hand went to the back of his head, pulling him close to you, slanting your mouth against his, kissing him hard and relishing in the surprised sound he’d made before he’d melted into you, his hands cupping your face, mimicking your movements. When you felt he had the basics down, you slid your tongue across his bottom lip, and he got the message, opening for you, swallowing his groan as you pushed in. He learned quickly, the two of you kissing deeply until breathing became a necessity, and you broke apart panting as you rested your foreheads together.

“I love you, Cyar’ika.”

“I love you, too, Din. Are you still scared?”

“No. I’m happy.”

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