Mandalorian Au!
Request: Mandalorian!Bruce finding three/four jedi younglings(the robins) hiding in a ally after order 66 and is like welp, adoption time!!
Third person pov...
It had been a few months since Order 66 was executed, and the galaxy was still reeling from the impact. The once proud Jedi Order had been decimated, and the few remaining members were on the run, trying to survive in a universe that no longer welcomed them.
Bruce, also known as the Mandalorian, had been on the run for months since the fall of the Jedi Order and the rise of the Empire. He had taken on his own mission, to protect any remaining Jedi and keep them safe from the Empire's clutches.
As he made his way through the crowded streets of a bustling Coruscant Bruce heard a commotion coming from an alleyway. Being a Mandalorian, he was always prepared for danger and quickly made his way towards the source of the noise.
To his surprise, he found four young boys, no older than ten years old, huddled together in fear.His Mandalorian instincts kicked in and he cautiously approached them, his hand resting on his blaster.
The boys noticed his presence and immediately tensed up. But as Bruce got closer, they could see that he was not a threat, but rather a tall, intimidating figure in armor. The oldest of the boys, Dick, stepped forward and spoke up. 'We mean no harm,' he said in a shaky voice.
Bruce took off his helmet, revealing his weathered face. 'I'm not here to hurt you,' he said, trying to put them at ease. 'What are four younglings doing out here on their own?'
The boys looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. They were clearly scared of strangers, and Bruce couldn't blame them. After all, they were living in a world where the Jedi were now considered enemies.
The boys, Dick(12), Jason(10), Tim(8), and Damian(6) looked at each other, unsure whether they could trust this stranger.
Then 'We're hiding from the bad guys,' one of the boys spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.
'Bad guys?' Bruce repeated, furrowing his brow.
'The ones who killed all the Jedi,' another boy chimed in, his voice shaky with emotion.
They told Bruce their story, about how they were Jedi younglings, and how they had been separated from their master during Order 66.
Bruce's heart ached at the thought of these young boys witnessing such a horrific event. He knew he had to do something to help them, and so without a second thought, he made a decision.
'What's your names?'
'Dick,' the oldest of the three answered first.
'Jason,' the second one said, his voice shaking slightly.
'Tim,' the youngest of them whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
"This is Damain" introduced Dick, the young boy on his lap was sleeping soundly.
Bruce nodded, 'I'm Bruce. How about we get out of here and find a safer place?'
He knew he couldn't leave them alone in the dangerous streets of Coruscant. "Come with me" he said, extending a hand to them. "I will keep you safe."
The boys looked at each other, unsure of what to do. But the kindness in Bruce's eyes was enough to convince them. They took his hand and followed him back to his ship, the Razor Crest.
Once on board, Bruce gave them food and a place to rest. It was clear that these boys had been through a lot, but they still had the spark of the Force within them. Bruce couldn't help but feel a familiar pull towards them.
Over the next few weeks, Bruce trained the boys in the ways of a Mandalorian, teaching them how to defend themselves and control their emotions. They also learned about their new home, the Razor Crest, and helped Bruce with his missions to protect the remaining Jedi.
But most importantly, Bruce became a father figure to these boys who had lost their own. He showed them love and compassion, something they had been lacking since the fall of the Jedi Order.
As they traveled from planet to planet, Bruce learned more about each boy. Dick, the oldest, was a natural leader and had a strong connection to the Force.
Jason was skilled in combat and had a fierce determination to protect his brothers.
Tim was a tech wizard and could hack into any system with ease.
And Damian, the youngest, was full of energy and had a stubbornness that reminded Bruce of himself.
Together, they formed a strong bond and became a family. And although Bruce was not a Jedi, he became their protector and mentor, guiding them through the darkness that had engulfed the galaxy.
Years went by, and the boys grew into strong, capable young men. They were no longer just Mandalorian apprentices, but skilled Jedi warriors as well. And Bruce couldn't have been prouder.
He may have started off as a lone Mandalorian on a mission, but he ended up finding something much more precious - a family.
And as they traveled through the galaxy, fighting for what was right, Bruce knew that he and his batboys would always have each other's backs.
The end!
Hope you liked this oneshot, I'm on a roll with these Batboys oneshot. Probably because its been a while since I updated this book and had to many requests.
Request are open!
(Thank to everyone who has requested I love to read each and every one of your ideas)
Word count: 930
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Time travel AU?
Imagine this:
It's 12 years after the Clone Wars. You're Din Djarin, a relatively new member of the Bounty Hunters Guild. You were raised by deserters of Death Watch, a group calling themselves the Nite Owls. You pick up a job on Hoth.
You find a strange sword hilt of some sort. You pick it up, and all of a sudden you're surrounded by clone troopers and battle droids.
You've gone from 7BBY to 22BBY. The first year of the Clone Wars.
A blaster bolt flies right in front of your face, hitting a B2 droid that was about to attack you. It came from an angle that not even you can make. It's a tricky shot.
You look in the direction of the shot that was fired, and it came from a clone trooper -at least you think it's a clone trooper- with armor painted dark gray and red, a stark contrast to the white and gold of the others.
There's three other troopers wearing those colors.
Your training kicks in.
You take out at least two dozen droids. You're panting heavily and you realize that everyone's staring at you.
A bearded man wearing slightly familiar robes and holding some sort of laser sword approaches you.
"What in the blazes is a Mandalorian doing here?"
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Looking at Lights
Day 20
Summary: You and Din take Grogu to look at Christmas lights.
Pairings: Din Djarin x You, Din Djarin x Female Reader
Fandom: The Mandalorian (AU)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: language
Word Count: 372
A/N: This is part of the A Little Rusty series.
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“Almost there, little guy,” you told Grogu excitedly. You were in the car with Grogu and Din driving around to look at Christmas lights. There was one neighborhood that went all out every year, and you wanted Grogu to see it. He was strapped in his car seat, cooing happily.
“It’s just up here,” you pointed out to Din. “Make a left.” Din turned down the street and the whole car lit up from the amount of lights.
“Wow,” Grogu whispered. The look of awe on his face was priceless. You quickly snapped a picture so you and Din could always remember it. Din drove slowly through the neighborhood, and you both pointed things out to each other and Grogu. The smile on Din’s face took your breath away. You loved being able to make him and his son happy. Grogu clapped his hands and squealed with excitement when he saw the Grinch on one of the houses. He was a huge fan of the Grinch since it reminded him of a frog.
“This is incredible.” Din said softly. He picked up your hand and kissed your knuckles. “Thanks for suggesting we do this. It means a lot to me that you care so much for the kid.” You smiled at this amazing man you were falling in love with.
“It’s my pleasure,” you said. You glanced back at Grogu. When he noticed your attention on him he gave you a huge toothy grin. You smiled back. You weren’t just falling for his father. You loved the little guy like he was your own. “What do you think, buddy?” Grogu threw his arms up and yelled happily. You laughed. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”
“He’s thrilled,” Din assured you. “He’s always happy when you’re around. I mean, he was a happy kid before, but ever since you came into our lives, it’s like he’s radiating joy.” Din paused and looked at you. “It’s not just him, you know. I’m much happier around you. Well, I’m still a moody asshole, but you soften the sharp edges quite a bit.”
“I like all your edges, Din Djarin, soft or sharp, I’m crazy about you.” He smiled and kissed your hand once more.
Day 21
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“Drop that bug, you don’t know where it’s been!”
Nobody ever said taking care of a gaggle of teenagers is an easy feat to accomplish. But it is especially heinous when said teenagers are mandalorians, and one force sensitive boy.
“Yes, we do!” Anakin yells.
“We found it under this rock,” Hunter adds.
A deep breath fills his lungs while his mind slowly recites the Jedi code front to back. They’re just children. They’re just children. A slow exhale takes twinges of annoyance with it and settles his nerves back to its calm natural state.
“Just because you found it under a rock, does not mean that it is edible. Drop it.”
Hunter, being the good lad that he usually is, drops the centipede in question with a soft sigh. Though the fifteen-year-old seems rather dejected about letting a potential meal slip away from him. He’s a good kid, really. But his tendencies to dig up all sorts of crawly critters combined with Anakin’s apparent taste for the things have given him near heart attacks more than once.
He runs a comforting hand through hunter’s dark coils and gently fixes the red bandanna that’s keeping his dark hair out of his face. “I know you’re hungry and you want to help, but we don’t know much about the local fauna. Those bugs could be poisonous for all we know.”
Hunter shrugs, his red and black beskar’gam moves with him, smooth and fitted as all mandalorian armor is. For a moment it seems he won’t follow, perhaps he finally pushed his luck with the boy. But after a pause, Hunter follows nonetheless.
Anakin runs after them, his little boots crunching the twigs on the forest ground. “I would have eaten the bug. I’m starving.”
“I know Anakin,” He sighs, “I know. We’ll find some food soon.”
And that is how I started writing a little for the Obi-Wan mandalorian Au. because sometimes I need to write something down in order to let my brain move in. But it's from this post
@luciddreamarium @bookaburra
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Mix Tape by vivacaine
The DinCobb band au no one asked for.
Rating: explicit
Tags: Modern AU, band fic no one asked for, the intimacy of singing to your partner, Singer Cobb, Guitarist Din, Bassist Din, Din's love language is writing songs for Cobb to sing on stage, Miscommunication, declaring love during sex, having your own love language used on you, happy endin
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I had the honour and pleasure of illustrating a scene from the super sexy (but also romantic) story written by the talented @bup-iv-icaine . Do yourself a favour, read it because it's A M A Z I N G! And also, impossible not to imagine Cobb wearing leather trousers with a waist so low that only the bones of his tiny and skinny pelvis can hold them up!
Thanks as always to @staranon95 and @cryptids-and-starlight for creating this delightful event ❤
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