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The Element of Surprise | Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen: The Family

mando x fem!reader

series masterlist here

word count: 6.3k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (mxf sexual intercourse, general sexual content) swearing, mentions of death, canon typical violence

a/n: holy fuck. the last chapter?? there WILL be an epilouge!!! but i will put a longer note at the end. just enjoy xx

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“Don’t wake her.” The metallic voice standing over you says lowly. You only hear it because the vibration of his words hums against the right side of your body. His arms, strong and sure, cradle you in to his chest, and you try to focus on the steady intake of oxygen and match it to your own.

You keep your eyes closed. Even that, the effort to keep the blinding light out of your direct vision is almost too much. Your body feels exhausted - like you had just ran a marathon. Its been a while since you had to walk that much.

Your head was the worst.

Whatever pain flares in your arms, spiralling down your legs making you grateful you dont have to try to stand on them - all that doesn't compare to the exhaustion in your mind. You pushed too hard - you knew you didn’t have the training to take on someone as powerful as her. But it worked, and you were safe.

You think.

Actually, you know. You know because of the way his hands aren’t caging you to his body like they were when he carried you out of the bunker. Instead, they are placed gently, holding you in places that aren’t technically strategic, but boy does it feel nice. You know you’re safe because he is walking, both hands occupied keeping you close to him, and the familiar rusty smell of the Razor Crest fills your senses.

You know you’ve stepped inside because the sun disappears, and you know the ramp closes behind you, because you can hear the classic ‘clunk’ of the locks going into place. You should oil them. Tomorrow, maybe.

You think your brain might explode, attempting to shove one last thought in there. One more thing to remember, to comprehend. Its nauseating, having to think so much. You must fidget, or tense against him, because you hear that voice again, soothing you with just two words.

“Rest, cyar’ika.” It’s almost like he’s controlling you. Its so easy just to listen to him, not having to think or move on your own. You feel yourself going upwards, and a few moments pass before you are sinking into a bed. Your bed. It feels so right - like coming home after a long trip, filled with everything you’ve been missing. Everything thats your own.

Din reaches down and you feel his hand, a real hand, brush across your face. Just once, and then you hear the distant footsteps leaving the room and the engine hums to life. You want to follow him. Tο make up for lost time. There is so much you want to do, so much to consider.

But he told you to rest.

So you do.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It was dark again.

When your eyes finally crack open, you prepare yourself for the inevitable rush of heat you still bare the evidence of in the form of warmth spreading across your nose and cheeks. It doesn’t come, though. Instead, you are greeted with a shadowed calm.

Your room.

You move your toes first, and when you know the feeling has come back you stretch out. You forgot how comfortable this bed is - though its missing a vital piece.

Where is he?

You can count on one hand how many times you’ve woken up here without him lying next to you. You don’t like how big it feels. You shiver despite the copious amount of blankets wrapped around you, adjusting to the absence.

The exhaustion had nearly been wiped clean. You didn’t feel sore, it was like you just needed to be re-set. Your head wasn’t slamming, and when you tested yourself, you could easily pick up on the life buzzing around you through the Force. It felt like someone was returning oxygen to your lungs when you reached out, the knowledge that it was still there and strong as ever, even after the events of yesterday. Was it yesterday? Everything feels so fresh, yet so far away wrapped in this room.

Your mother was dead. You knew this, and you should be sad. You couldn’t feel it though, the overwhelming crush that you experienced when you knew your father was gone forever. It took you years to just think of him without bursting into tears. But this was different.

That person you saw in the bunker, that wasn’t your mother anymore. It wasn’t the woman you had grown to respect, to associate with your childhood. She had died the day you left too, just in a different way. Her, the idea of having a mother that loved you, that cared for you and your father died as soon as she made that order.

It could be that it didn’t hit you yet, that the pain would come later when you realised you would never get that back. The thing you had been searching for, yearning to get back to all this time would never be yours again. You sat up in the cot, the blankets falling off your shoulders and you look down. You had changed - but that wasn’t what surprised you.

It was the pants you were wearing.

You remembered these pants. You made them. A few months ago, when that one decision to investigate a new looking ship on Tatooine took you on a whirlwind of adventures you never would have dreamed. You didn’t have any clothes, and the Mandalorian had locked his stowaway downstairs, so you had to get crafty. Using a pair of old pants and some ties you made the pants fit, and even took them out on a foreign planet. They were actually quite comfortable.

Din must have changed you. These pants, plus the undershirt that smelled inexplicably like him; he had put you in them. The mere idea of him snapped you of any thoughts of the past and pushed you to your feet, the door opening as soon as you stand in front of it. You moved as fast as you could, a small part of you worried that he was just a figment of your imagination, but when the door to the cockpit opened and he spun around, you could have dropped to your knees at the sight of him.

He moved too fast for you to react, for you to even say anything before he was in front of you, gloved hands holding you in place. You let him, wordlessly admiring the sight as he dropped his helmet in search of something. Probably injuries, scanning your body to assess damage.

“You’re really here.” You whisper, breaking the silence. One of his hands comes up from your arm, and brushes your hair over your ear. He holds your face, like he’s not really sure what to do. His touch is tentative, as if holding something breakable.

“You should rest.”

“I did.” You can almost see him roll his eyes through the helmet.

“More. You should rest more.” You step into him, pressing yourself closer. He keeps his hold on your face.

“I don’t want to. I want...” You feel him take a deep breath in. “To talk to you.”

“Okay.” He lets his hands drop from your face to your hands, and he leads you to the co pilots chair, letting you fall softly back into it.

He takes his seat across from you and flicks the switches to set the ship into auto-pilot, then turns to face you.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“When you left; that morning.” You can’t tell exactly how long its been, the dark galaxy outside the front of the ship making it impossible to tell the time. “Did you know it was my mother?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“I felt something, when you were leaving. You were nervous. You’re never nervous.” He shifts on his chair, and you reach out. That same unfamiliar feeling washes over you. You’ve seen him a bit out of his comfort zone, but when it came to quarry's, to chasing bounty after bounty, he was anything but nervous. He was almost bored with how comfortable he was.

“I was.” His arms come to rest on either side of him, and he leans back, spreading wider across the chair.

“But not because you knew?”

“Not because I knew.” He’s telling the truth.

“Okay.” You decide to let it rest - clearly whatever was nagging at him was not of immediate concern, although the way he shifts on his chair when you mention it makes you go quiet.

“What else? I know you aren’t done.” You look down to hide your smile, and you have to resist leaping out of your chair and straddling him. You should get your head on straight - you were meant to be angry at him.

“You told me we weren’t going after those guys. When Karga gave you that tracking fob, you said it was a trick. A trap that he had set up, and you told me I was an idiot for even suggesting we follow it.”

“I never called you an idiot.”

“Semantics. Why did you go without me?” He sighs, and leans forward, forearms leaning on his thighs.

“Because, I wanted to end this for you. I wanted to - help you. To help you find peace, like you had done for me.” Your face softens, and you forgot. Angry - you were meant to be angry right? He did lie to you, after all. You let him see your encouraging smile, though, and he continues. “I knew it was weighing on you. With how scared you were on Ryloth - I didn’t want to see you scared again. Those guys she - your mother was working with are... rough. The guy on the puck was known for his creativity in killing Jedi. They were bad men. I just didn’t want you tied up in it, and between you and the kid I thought it was safer if I...”

“Did it without us.” You finished for him, and he just nodded.

“What I didn’t know was not telling you ended up putting you in more danger. I didn’t - I will never forgiv-”

“Hey. That part is not your fault, okay? None of this is.”

“I left you there. They would have killed you.”

“They didn’t get the chance. I have you and the kid to thank for that.” His head tilts to the side. “Without the training I’ve been doing with Grogu I never would have made it, and you. You were what gave me the courage.”

“Courage? To do what?”

“Believe in myself.” You say meaningfully. “And to jump out the window.”

“You what?”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly take the stairs, could I?” He leans forward a little more. “I’ll tell you about it later, but I understand why you did it. You wanted to protect us.”

“I did.”

“I can protect myself now. You - you showed me that I can.”

“I know you can. It doesn’t make me want to stop. I will always do whatever I can to protect you, even if you don’t need me to.” The words bloom in your chest, and the zero gravity adjuster in the ship seems to stop working because you are almost sure you are floating.

“You have to tell me these things. When I couldn’t find you... imagine if I did something like that to you.” That analogy seems to make him understand, and he nods slowly. “Next time you go on some vigilante mission in my honour, at least let me know, okay?”

He breaths a laugh, and the tension building from the conversation dissipates a little.

“Okay, I will tell you.” You can’t stand it anymore, you get up and take two steps, suddenly appearing between his legs. He straightens on instinct, hands coming to the back of your thighs as he widens his own, pulling you into the small space. You linked your hands on the back of his helmet and he looks up at you.

“You said was.” Again, he tilts his head, only slightly so as to not pull away from your hold. “When you were talking about the bounty, and those guys my - she was working with, you said ‘was’. Im assuming that means they are…”

“Dead.” You let out a sigh of relief. Good, you think, they got what was coming to them. You only wished you could of seen it for yourself. “The troopers though, there were too many. I had to blend in, and when I heard them talking about the girl they had caught on the borders of the city, a girl with a connection to their commanding officer, I put two and two together.”

“Thats why you were in that awful suit when you found me.” He looked too big to be a trooper, walked with too much autonomy. You could tell there was something off as soon as he stepped in the room.

His hands start to trail lines up the back of your thighs, and it reminds you of the pants.

“Why did you put me in these pants?” He laughs again, and you want to capture the sound. You missed him, Maker did you miss this.

“I like you in my clothes.” He murmurs distractedly, too focused on how his hands start to rise higher, just below your ass. You squeak as he pulls you into him, knees buckling and slotting on the outside of his own.

“I look ridiculous.” You say but its lost in a needy moan as he squeezes your ass, making your back arch and chest push into him. Every little bit of anger and confusion melts away at his touch, and you sink down onto him, Din taking your weight easily on top of him.

His hands work diligently, moving from your ass up to your lower back, massaging your sore muscles. Every circle and push has you whining and breathing in ecstasy and you struggled to keep yourself still in his grip. You lose the battle, obviously. You would alway lose that battle, but it was one you were happy to forfeit.

You move against him, and hear a hum of approval. A pit in your stomach that had been dormant for far too long makes itself known and you rock your hips again, aching for the sound. Instead, his hands come to your hips, and stop you.

“You should be resting. You-” You try to move in his hands, and he groans, letting his head fall against your own, the helmet a welcome cool rush. “You - need time to - to process everything that just-”

“I don’t want to process.” You say, nearly mocking him. Not quite though. Maybe he had a point, but right now you had never felt more awake, and with every slight movement of your hips you were becoming more and more in tune with you body. Awake. Alive.

“You aren’t - Gar Kelir ruin ni, ner kar'taylir darasuum.” (you will ruin me, my love) He groans again, and you force him to look at you through the helmet.

“I am thinking. I am not tired. I don’t want to process shit.” The words are straightforward but you press kisses to his helmet in between. “I need you.”

“Mmm.” He hums as you kiss down the helmet, finding that tiny sliver of skin that stays exposed under neath between the join of his helmet and his neck. The only weak spot in the armour, one that only you have touched. “You need me?”

“Need you.” Your lips brush against his skin. He tastes like green apples.

“What do you need from me?”

“I need a- ” You can’t stop your mind from flitting from thought to thought, it only has gone quiet here and now, with his hands on you and your lips agains his skin.

“How about a lesson?” He finishes for you, and your head drops against his shoulder. That is not the quality time you were thinking of right now.

“Seriously? You want me to fly right now?”

“Is there something else we should be doing, cyar’ika?” Months ago you would have dropped his gaze, hidden in embarrassment at the question. Not now.

“Theres about a million things I want to do with you - to you right now. None include flying.” He takes your hips in his hands and spins you around on his lap, forcing you to face the controls. You try to remember everything he taught you last time, seeing the familiar key pads and switches. You want to roll your eyes.

“Trust me. You will like this.” He adjusts you on his lap and instantly you can feel him, hard and needy underneath you. Maker - you missed that too. How the hell were you supposed to focus on flying with his - “This lesson is about dealing with distractions.”

Well, that will be fitting.

“Flying is unpredictable. You need to be able to focus on keeping us in the air, no matter what happens around you. Do you understand?” You nod, not sure if you would be able to form a response with the way his hands start to work at the make shift belt holding your pants up. “Now, whats the first step?”

Taking a deep breath, you lean forward and pull up the co-ordinate screen. Then you stop, realising you have no idea where you are going.

“Navigation lock, but I don’t know where-”

“Good. Its a surprise, so I’ll enter it. Next?”

“A surprise? Wh-” He silences you again as he tugs your pants down your legs, using the free space of your bent over frame to discard them completely.

“Next.” He says lowly, and the cool beskar against your bare thighs snaps your slightly dazed subconscious back into action. Right. You were about to fly a ship.

“Um - the uh... auto system.” You feel him exhale behind you.

“No taking the easy way out. You are going to fly on your own.” Your shoulders sag. Worth a shot.

“Fine. Whatever.” His hands, still in their gloves, slide along your thighs, and one of them hits the side of your leg when you bite out the attitude fuelled reply.

“Don’t be rude to your instructor. Focus.” His hands smooth over the slight sting that he left, no real pain registering but just enough to make you roll your eyes and sit up straight. “What now?”

“A-Altitude. Steer, break the auto system and check altitude.” You say, mostly to yourself as you go through the motions. The coordinates you see on the panel don’t look familiar, but it’s hard to do anything as you feel Dins hands, his actual hands, fall back onto your thighs and come dangerously close to your clit. “Din. I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

“Have to learn. Flying is-“

“Unpredictable. Yeah. Got it.” Both hands hold onto your thighs tightly as you lean forward again to steer the ship upwards. It takes off with a low hum, and it feels natural to fly this thing now. To think you were so scared of it just a little while ago.

“I need you so badly, cyar’ika. You going to let me take you here, while you fly my ship? Hm?” Your eyes flutter closed as he whispers words lowly through the modulator. “Concentrate.”

“Maker, you are…” You pull on the lever to your right and you fall backwards into Dins chest as the ship begins moving forward and gaining altitude.

“Good. What’s next?” His hands move up under your shirt, skirting the edge of your bra before falling into his lap, undoing his pants and shuffling them underneath you. Meanwhile, you attempt to form a rational thought and not send both of you crashing into the ground. You know he would take over if you did something wrong, but for some reason you want to prove it to him. That you can do this, you can take care of them as much as he can take care of you. You also, more than anything, don’t want him to stop what he’s doing, so you continue to pilot to the best of your ability while his thumbs rub small circles into your thighs.

“F-fuel gage.” You choke out, and glance at the gage and oxygen levels, trying to remember their normal levels.

“Good girl. Think you can take me, and not kill us in the process?” You shuffle further back and gasp when you feel him, hot and hard against your back.

“I’ll show you I can.”

“Yeah?” You were nodding whilst tapping on the oxygen gage, making sure the needle wasn’t moving. Everything seemed to check out, now you just had to fly straight and watch the map. “Keep your hands on the panel.”

You lean forward and both of his hands come to your ass, adjusting your position so he could situate himself between you. You cry out as he drags the swollen top of his cock between your folds - three days without him was too long. Far too long. You needed him, and he needed you just as bad - the choked sound coming from the modulator as he slowly slid the tip of him inside you confirming it.

“Oh, please keep going, Din.” One hand slides up your shirt, pressing against the skin along your spine in a soothing line, the other firm on your hip.

“You sure, baby? Don’t want to hurt you.” You could feel all the muscles in his legs tensing, like he was straining against himself to stop from slamming up into you.

“Yes, Din. I’ll - please.” That’s all it takes for him to slide all the way inside of you, both of you gasping in relief at the familiar feeling.

“Oh fuck, cyar’ika. I love you. I need this so bad I - I have to move, okay?” Your eyes were squeezed shut, afraid if he didn’t move now you would cum just from the feeling of having him inside of you. He finally begins to move, setting a slow, sensual pace as he drives into you deeper than you thought possible.

Your head falls back into his shoulder when he sits up in the chair, your hands staying flat on the control panel. Shit - you were flying a ship. Din seems to remember at the same time, hand coming over and flicking it expertly into auto.

“I thought you said no easy way.” You gasp between thrusts, and he growls into your ear. Like actually growls - you think you might faint.

“Fuck that. Need your full attention when I make you scream.” He moves you like you are weightless, picking you up and dropping you back down on his cock in slow, deep drives, leaving you helpless to just follow him and moan into the closed off space in the cockpit.

“Fuck, yes Din! God I missed you - I loveyouiloveyou fuck!” It comes off your tongue so easily - you love him, love how he makes you feel. Now, when he’s driving into you so hard you see more stars than the ones in front of you, and every time your around him. Your heart beats in the pace of his breathing, speeding up as he does.

The hiss of his helmet makes you squeeze your eyes shut tighter, and you are spun around to straddle him. He never misses a thrust as he buries himself in you, cock and tongue working in tandem to drive you insane. His lips are soft and pillowy, the kind of sensation you dreamt about.

You start to lose feeling in your legs as he keeps fucking you, hard and slow. He is everywhere all at once, and your toes curl when you feel him pull away, spit in his hand and then attach it to your clit, moving in tight circles.

You scream out his name - it’s the closest you have ever come to praying.

“That’s it, princess. God you feel so good. You going to cum on my cock? Show me how much you missed me?”

“Oh fuck Din - Yes!” Everything goes bright white - maybe it’s because you missed him so gods damn much, or maybe it’s the slow and hard way he’s fucking you while his hand words the bundle of nerves that makes your whole body twitch in his hold - but you can’t hold back the way you sound.

You moan and scream knowing no one can hear you, the darkness of the galaxy behind you completely forgotten as Din drives you to the brink of insanity.

“I’ve got y- ohhhh fuck baby, that’s it.” You were already shaking as you feel the orgasm wash over you, although that doesn’t really explain the way it feels. It’s more like the ship plummets to the ground and then soars back into the heights of the galaxy, your stomach swirling with heat and everything gets a thousand degrees warmer.

You feel Dins hold on you clamp down as he chases you into his own high, and you nearly cum again at the feeling of his release inside of you, the sensation heightened at how fucking sensitive you were right now.

You must have spun around at some point, because when you open your eyes your chin was on Dins shoulder, looking out at the galaxy over the top of the chair. You focus on a star in the distance, bright and shiny to try and pull yourself into some semblance of a person, and it’s only when you squint really hard that you see a reflection.

It’s not his face, but before you realise what your staring at it’s too late. It’s the back of his head, hair messy and in a bunch of curls against your cheek. You shut your eyes straight away, and your whole body must shiver or tense, because Dins hands run along your back as he speaks.

“Are you okay? Cold? Tired?” You bury your face into his neck, taking a second. You don’t want him to think you were trying to see anything, but it’s the closest you’ve come, and you can’t get the picture of his curls against your cheek out of your head.

“The reflection, in the window. I saw the back of your head.” You think you feel him stop breathing. “I closed my eyes, it was only a tiny part of your hair I - Maker I am so sorry I didn’t even think I just like opened my eyes! I was-“

He pulls you tighter against him, and you only just notice him slipping out of you and tucking himself back into his pants. Your stomach drops - nerves start to creep up your spine. Is he mad? You are usually so careful about that, and so is he.

“Din? I am really sorry, I didn’t even know the chair had turned around and before I realised where I even was I had already-“

“It’s okay.” He says into your hair, and presses a light kiss to your temple. Then stops speaking.

“That’s - that’s all? ‘it’s okay’?” He straightens against the chair, and you keep your face hidden. The last thing you want to do is betray his trust twice in one day.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not!”

“Yes, it is.” You start to wriggle in his hold.

“Din, you can be angry at me.”

“Why would I be angry with you?”

“Because I - why I am I more worried about this than you are?” He sighs, and the breath he lets out is almost a little shakey.

“You aren’t going to let me have this, are you?” His hands meet behind your lower back, and start to massage the sore muscles at the base of your spine.

“Ha-have what?”

“It’s okay, that you saw. It’s okay because I want you to see. I want you to see all of me.” You are the one that stops breathing.

You don’t say anything. He wants you to see? His face? Maker, there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that you haven’t dreamt about seeing him, kissing his face and looking him in the eye. Being able to see all the little expressions he makes, how he looks when he laughs. How he looks when he looks at you. Your chest feels heavy - full of emotion at the two simple sentences that hold the weight of your entire time together.

He wants you to see.

“I - do you remember that night on the ship? When you asked me if I had ever shown anyone my face? I told you about this thing - a sort of ceremony that happens. For a Mandalorian.” Your heart was skipping a mile a minute, and he feels your nod against his neck, so he continues. “I have thought of nothing but you since I met you. There is no one in this galaxy I love more, want to share more with, than you. You are everything I don’t deserve, but there is nothing I would not do for you. I want you, in every way you will have me. I want you to see me.”

“Din.” You think you were crying, but your head was pressing so hard against his neck you couldn’t tell.

“I was going to wait - I had a whole plan. The morning I left, I wanted to just tell you right then. The idea of getting to come home to you, leave you in bed in the morning and come home to you at night, not having to hide any part of myself from you. I - the place we are heading now, if you - if you want this, I can -” He swallows. “I can show you.”

Keeping your eyes closed, you push yourself off his neck and find his lips with your own. You kiss him soft and sweet, taking slow strides with your lips to feel every part of him you can. You would always respect his creed and what he stood for - if he never showed you his face you would have been perfectly happy, as long as you had him.

But hearing him say that he doesn’t want to hide from you. Hide. He doesn’t think of the helmet as a hinderance, you know he doesn’t, but he knows that he has a certain amount of vulnerability when he shows his face, and keeping the helmet on would allow him to stay guarded from you in a sense, and protect that vulnerability. It would also allow both of you to go your seperate ways, neither of you having made a commitment. You were, after all, technically a stow away fake-Jedi teacher.

This meant something.

To him, you knew this meant everything, and it was because of that, that it meant everything to you, too.

“Is that - you don’t have to say anything. If you don’t want to, I understand.” You were so invested in kissing him that you hadn’t realised he had sort of asked you a question.

“No! I mean, yes! Of course - I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything. You know that, right? The creed means so much to you, I would never want to go against that.”

“I know, cyar’ika. That is exactly the reason I want you to do this with me. If you-”

“Yes! Of course - if its what you want, of course I want to see you. I have always wanted to see you.” He pulls your face to his, kissing you with the same sweetness you began with.

“I love you.” He says, and kisses you again.

“I love you.” You say back, and sigh into him.

The galaxy swirls behind you as you rest your chin on his shoulder, and your eyes open again. You know where his reflection is, and you actively avoid it this time, not wanting to break the tradition.

“Is there anything I have to - do? To like...” For spending as much time as you did with a Mandalorian, you knew very little about Mandalorian tradition. You had only seen one wedding back on your home planet, and it was very small. This wasn’t a wedding - oh god, now you were nervous. Was it? When he explained it to you the first time, he had said it was their version of it. Did you need a white dress? A ring? Vows - oh god you-

“Nothing. I just need you to be there. Maybe wear that red dress you kept hidden at the bottom of your bag, though.” You blush at the thought - he must have found it while getting you dressed last night. You had nearly forgotten about it, the dress you stole the night you also took that jacket. It was the night you first felt something more with Din, even if he maybe didn’t return it just yet. That felt like a lifetime ago.

“Be there? Be where - wait, where are we going?” You can feel him smile again against your neck, and he leans over and puts his helmet back on, while also bringing up the giant textbook full of planets that he uses.

“You’re the captain. Find the co-ordinates.” He says in a modulated tone, and you sit up in his lap, smiling from ear to ear. His hands come over yours on the edges of the book as you skim through, looking over his shoulder at the nav pad to figure out the exact co-ordinates.

You flip through page after page, growing more impatient with each swipe. Finally you find the numbers in the top right hand corner, and it takes you a second to process the sight in front of you. You would know it anywhere - you have stared at this page too many times, seen the exact blue of that water way, the crisp green of the trees in that photo too many times to not know it by image alone.

“No fucking way.” Heart beating in your throat, another tear slides down your cheek in astonishment. You start to laugh - pure disbelief as one of your life long dreams comes in to. view in front of you, the planet cresting on the left part of the nav map.

“Naboo. Chommell sector of the Mid Rim. Home to the Gungans, forefront of galactic politics, rolling plains, swamps, lakes.” He recites from the book in front of you, and you’re glad because you can’t see through your tears. “I told you I would take you there.”

“Are we really going? Really?” Your throat was tight, and the words came out in a broken high pitch. When Din nodded, you couldn’t do anything except squeeze him into a hug and cry. Happy tears, obviously. This was your dream - your entire childhood, all those years on Tatooine you had wished to be whisked away and spun into a dream, surrounded by the clear waters and whistling trees of Naboo.

Now, with Din in your arms, your dream was happening. It was everything you had ever asked for, ever dreamt of. But it wasn’t the destination that was making you cry.

Din was taking you. He was taking you there, because he wanted to spend the rest of his days in your presence. He wanted you to see him, because he never wanted anything to be in between either of you again. You wanted it, too - you wanted to know every part of him, every inch of his skin, every part of his mind. These few days away from each other only cemented what you already knew - you were in love with him, and nothing in the galaxy would compare to that.

“Still have to get there without crashing us though, Captain.” Din said after a while, and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He soon joined, spinning you back around on his lap and turning to face the control panel, where you adjusted course for landing. On Naboo.

“I can see it! Holy shit, its right there.” The planet was beginning to come in to eyesight, the book forgotten and dropped on the floor in place of the real thing staring at you in the face. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Anything. I would do anything for you, cyar’ika.”

“You need to teach me more Mando’a. I want to hear you say it more.” Every time he calls you that, it sends shivers up your spine, and even though you have no idea what he’s saying when he uses it, somehow it sounds ten times prettier in his language.

“You just want to know how to swear.”

“That, too.”

“Dinii.”

“Hey!”

“You don’t even know what I said.”

“I will soon, Dinii.” He groans, and then laughs. The cockpit begins to get lighter as the two of you soar into the atmosphere of Naboo, a sentence you never thought you would get to say.

Din holds your waist as you begin the descent. You realise, though, that as you are landing, Naboo is not what you were searching for.

Naboo reminded you of your father. It reminded you of the family you once had, and you thought that somehow if you made it here, you would have that back. What you didn’t know, is that by searching for the past, you found something entirely different, something you never knew you needed. You missed your father, and you missed the woman you thought your mother was. You missed this - but while you were so busy searching for a way to get this back, you found what you really needed was something to call your own.

Din pulled you closer and your legs folded on his lap as you cleared the security systems of the planet, and you took a deep breath, knowing that whatever came next, you had your family. You were not alone, and you never would be again.

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a/n: GUYS!!!!! um i just want to say thankyou. this series was the first thing i ever wrote on this account, and this si the first piece of work i have ever finished to the end. i just want to say thankyou to everyone who commented, reblogged liked or interacted with any part of this series - you are all so kind and i love all of you. this has taught me a lot about how i write and what i want to do for the next series i write, but this will always have a special lil place. also to everyone on the taglist - you guys were the reason i kept writing my sotry, and the idea theres people actually coming back to read things i wrote is INSANE! thankyou soso much you dont know what it means to me xx

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final word count: 88,164 words. what the fuck this shit is crazy

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cathy-bluedream · 3 months

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Tο μεγαλύτερο εμπόδιο της ευτυχίας είναι η ανάμνησή της.

#me #ελληνικο tumblr #ελληνικο μπλογκ #ελληνικο ποστ #ελληνικο ταμπλρ #ελληνικα #ελληνικο κουοτ

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Uhura casting in SNW

I saw your post about the uhura miscasting. Do you believe in the theory some fans have that why they chose an ugly actress to play uhura was because they did not want her to be a threat to chrsitine chapel? I am glad I am not alone in thinking the new Uhura is highly very unattractive. So unattractive that it breaks the 4th wall. Like he creators don't see it. I was scared to say anything because I did not want to be labelled as a racist that hate dark skin black girls. There are very pretty dark skin black girl actresses.The Uhura actress is just not one.

Oh, Ce|ia Gοοding looks perfectly fine, my dear crap-stirring anon. Large, soulful eyes that draw the attention, a soft smile. Soft lines and curves. It's all there.

The creators of SΝW simply choose not to portray her Uhυra as attractive. And that's very easy to tell because they sure choose to do so with Chaρel. We see Chaρel be confident and cool and in a dress in a bar, we see all the ship teasing with her and Sρock and get to hear her talk about past trysts or a relationship or whatever that was. Her kissing Sρock has him feel~ things. Chaρel is actively painted as desirable by the narrative. SΝW Uhυra? We get to see her in her PJs and stuff her face hurriedly. She doesn't get to flirt with anyone. She randomly hums during a get-together to introduce a MacGuffin for later that is done so clumsily that Uhυra just comes off as a weirdo. Honestly, SΝW Uhυra's mannerisms remind me of Rοry Gilmοre. A book-smart, overachieving oddball, complete with juvenile exclamations during life or death situations ("And the crowd goes wild!").

That is not what TΟS Uhυra is like. TΟS Uhυra is refined and graceful. TΟS Uhυra is someone who is in control. She is someone who is confident. She is someone who draws attention to herself because she wants to. When she hums in the rec room and disrupts Sρock's playing, she owns it. She openly flirts with him. When Sρock tells her to hurry with the comm repairs she doesn't cave. You piss her off, she'll lock you in a closet. There was a slew of people who found her gorgeous. TΟS Uhυra was actively shown to be highly desirable (even if it couldn't go anywhere due to racism).

Hmm, did I just describe SΝW Chaρel? Oh my, what a coincidence.

If SΝW Chaρel and Uhυra switched personalities and backstories and Chaρel was written less like a 14-year-old's self-insert it would already make the characters more consistent with their TΟS counterparts. In fact, it'd make a lot of sense if Chaρel had massive daddy and self-esteem issues, explaining why in TΟS she'd latch onto the intentionally most emotionally distant man in the universe. Goodness, imagine. Exploring the reason for a woman's biggest character flaw in-depth instead of relegating her to just a dramatic love interest again. Because that's all Chaρel still is. Her modern upgrade has been knocking people out and being a spunky wisecracker, but she still has no relevance outside of her feelings for Sρock.

What an update.

To answer your question, I don't know what the creators were thinking, but it was definitely not casting an unattractive woman to get rid of competition. You can't even be unattractive as an actress. That's not how the show biz works. To me it looks more like yet another of the misguided takes about female empowerment that have been trending for the last 10+years that demand that "strong women" need to be independent and emotional hermits and not sexy because that is demeaning and women are not objects of desire or just there to be girlfriends, how dare you! what do you mean, that's what we do with Chaρel? that's completely different, oh em gee..!

The only character in SΝW who got the better deal is Τ'Ρring. She is actually a character now and not just more shallow drama for Sρock. Whoever is in charge of writing her should get a raise and be given the other characters, too, because SΝW started out strong but quickly became a kiddie pool of character depth.

No, I'm not a fan. The first half is fine but then it flushes itself down the toilet. Ηemmer dies and the focus is on Sρock's ship tease with Chaρel. Are you kidding me.

And then I have to sit through Ρike angsting about his fate yet again because the creators apparently hate disabled people.

People can scream all they want about JJ Τrek, but it got things right. It introduced new dynamics and elements that make sense and are interesting. JJ Τrek wasn't afraid to use romance and attractiveness to give depth to Uhυra and realize something that wasn't possible decades ago. It gave an attractive woman agency in her relationship that reveals as much about who she is as a person as the man she's with. Was JJ gunning for feminism? No, he was gunning for badass but got a lot of things right in the process.

They introduce her right after Sρock tells the Vυlcans to go eff themselves, showing us someone who is popular as she greets people here and there until she gets to the bar. Then Κirk comes leaning into the shot and immediately starts hitting on her. JJ Uhυra is not just popular, she is hot. So hot that the main guy sets his sights on her. And then they just start deconstructing the Hero Gets The Girl trope. You buy her a drink, she'll want something from you? Sorry, bro. You impress her with your knowledge, she'll want something from you? Nah, man. She smiles at you, she finally took the bait? Go sleep with some more farm animals, my dude.

Uhυra turning down legendary womanizer Κirk is such an important thing.

She is in control when Κirk is hitting on her, she is in control when she confronts Sρock about the Farragυt posting. Even when she's scared for her life facing the Κlingons, she remains in control of her emotions just like TΟS Uhυra when she admitted to her captain she was often scared but drew strength from him. One of her defining traits is being able to still do her job despite her emotional state.

SΝW Uhυra has none of that refinement and control. It's a completely different character. And I don't care if she is young because JJ's Τrek showed an Uhυra who was just as young, but where her core character traits were all present.

As for female empowerment, again, people can scream all they want, JJ Τrek still did a better job at it than SΝW. And why? Because an attractive woman doesn't automatically mean a sexualized woman. Yes, there is the underwear scene that was completely unnecessary and stupid, I'll own that. But aside from that dumb shot no one in the movie cares about, Uhυra being an attractive woman during the bar scene was not sexualizing Uhυra, it was portraying Κirk as a lecherous idiot. If people take a scene like that and think "Look! She's only an object of desire! She's only there to be the girlfriend!" instead of "Wow, what a jerk. Which part of no is so hard to understand, you loser?" that's on them and their male view interpretation and the bullcrap, internalized opinion that being attractive is an open invitation for every numbnut to hit on you.

It's not necessary for a strong woman or a non-sexualized woman to not have any sexuality at all. That's stupid and limiting. Like having to be allergic to nuclear families. This whole "You can’t want that, it’s demeaning!“ nonsense is pretty much the opposite of feminism. There's a reason Νichelle Νichols was wearing a freaking mini skirt during ΤOS. Because she wanted that right as a woman, not because she wanted to be a floozy.

Side note: I'm not gonna tag this anything because I have better things to do than get into arguments about a show I couldn't care less about. But I wanted to answer the ask nonetheless. I know anon will see it.

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dumbledore-and-grindelwald · 2 years

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Lally is muggle born and black. She probably had to face blood supremacy in the Wizarding world and racism in the real world.

I don’t just headcanon her as a social butterfly; as a fun person who can interact with anyone. Threre’s much more than meets the eye.

When she is with Jacob she sees his insecurity and she always tries to show him his worth. When she first meets Newt he sees his difficulty with communication and quiclkly adjusts tο it. Seeing the tension between the Scamander brothers when Newt fails to introduce Theseus, she comments something acknowledging Theseus’ position, but in an easy way that won’t make Newt too awkward.

She adapts quickly and she doesn’t do it out of hypocricy or to be likable. She’s just a genuinely kind woman. She STRIVES to be kind. Where others exploit other people’s weakness in their favor, Lally marks them easily and she tries to ease people’s pain or discomfort.

This tendency to adjust is also reflected in the way she uses magic. There is something innovative about it. There’s love and creativity and her methods rely on noticing her surroundings and using them in the best way possible to deal with each situation.

#lally hucks #eulalie hicks #fantastic beasts #the secrets of dumbledore #lally meta

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monimaneura · 1 year

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Tο αύριο ειναι σημαντικό.

Το Τώρα ,πιο πολύ !

🌸🌸🌸

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#flowers #nature #travel

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mysterydark · 7 months

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"Tο θέατρο, γιατί θέλει αλήθεια.

Οι θεατές είναι μπροστά σου· κάθε σου λέξη,

κάθε κίνηση και μορφασμός κρίνονται επιτόπου."

-K.M.

#library #nature #food #anime #greek posts #sports #greek #greek quotes #poets on tumblr #poetry

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indianthi · 8 months

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Tο απόλαυσε το μουνακι ο άλλος από κοντά η όχι ακόμα;

δουλευει αλλα ηρθε για μια στιγμη απ την δουλεια και μου το χαιδεψε, το βραδυ θα το απολαυσει ολοκληρο

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eosphorusss · 10 months

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call me niki minjaj the way im going tο the beach-each

#pugamemnon

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lina-ntalagianni · 11 months

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Φιλοζωία

«Tο μεγαλείο και η ηθική πρόοδος ενός έθνους μπορούν να κριθούν από τον τρόπο που φέρεται στα ζώα», είχε πει κάποτε ο Mahatma Gandhi, ο Ινδός πολιτικός, στοχαστής και ακτιβιστής. Κι αν κρίνουμε από τον τρόπο που η ελληνική κοινωνία εδώ και δεκαετίες αντιμετωπίζει το μείζον ζήτημα του ραγδαία αυξανόμενου αδέσποτου πληθυσμού, τότε βρίσκει κατά μία έννοια εξήγηση το γιατί εκφυλιζόμαστε όλο και περισσότερο καθημερινά.

Για τους περισσότερους, ο όρος "φιλοζωία" παραπέμπει σε μια καλοκάγαθη και κάπως ιδιότροπη στάση ζωής. Παρουσιάζεται ως η υπέρμετρη συναισθηματική προσκόλληση στα ζώα, συνήθως στα ζώα συντροφιάς, στα γατάκια και στα σκυλάκια. Η Πολιτική Φιλοζωία βρίσκεται πέραν αυτής της καλοπροαίρετης συμπεριφοράς.

Η προστασία των ζώων, η ευημερία τους και η απελευθέρωσή τους από τον ανθρώπινο ζυγό θα κρίνουν εντέλει εάν θα έχουμε πόλεμο ή ειρήνη, δημοκρατία ή αυταρχισμό, ευημερία ή φτώχεια.

Αυτός ο ισχυρισμός μοιάζει σίγουρα υπερβολικός. Δεν πατάει σε καμία εμπειρία μας. Δεν αποδεχόμαστε εύκολα πως η σχέση του ανθρώπου με τα ζώα είναι σημαντική για την πολιτική. Συνηθίσαμε τα ζώα στο περιθώριο, σαν χνουδωτά αποκούμπια, σάκους πρώτων υλών και αξιοθέατα. Αυτός ίσως να είναι ο κόσμος που κληρονομήσαμε. Αλλά δεν είναι εκείνος που θα παραδώσουμε.

Υποχρεωτική για κάθε Δήμο η δημιουργία Δημοτικών κτηνιατρείων για τις στειρώσεις όλων των αδέσποτων του κάθε Δήμου αλλά και δεσποζόμενων των κατηγοριών ,που αναφέρει ο σημερινός νόμος, με ένα τουλάχιστον δημοτικό κτηνίατρο ανάλογα με την έκταση του Δήμου και του αριθμού του αδέσποτου πληθυσμούν, με χώρους ανάνηψης, περίθαλψης και επιπλέον χώρους προσωρινής φιλοξενίας ( έως 40 ) κάποιων ιδιαίτερων περιπτώσεων αδέσποτων ζώων, όπου τα ζώα θα στειρώνονται συνέχεια, με σύστημα και καθημερινά.

Την ίδρυση Σώματος Αστυνομίας Ζώων σε όλη την επικράτεια , ώστε η όποια νομοθεσία για τα ζώα να τηρείται και να ελέγχονται για την εφαρμογή της οι πάντες , πράγμα που σήμερα δεν γίνεται φυσικά .

Οι κατηγορίες , κυνηγοί, κτηνοτρόφοι, παράνομοι εκτροφείς και κτηνίατροι ,που συμβάλλουν ιδιαίτερα και καταλυτικά στη συνεχή ροή αδέσποτων θα πρέπει με συγκεκριμένα μέτρα, να σταματήσουν να «γεννούν « αδέσποτα .

Μέτρα αποφασιστικά και αποτελεσματικά κατά τη μάστιγας της παράνομης εισαγωγής και εκτροφής εκατοντάδων χιλιάδων ζώων συντροφιάς

Υποχρεωτικό μάθημα στα σχολεία και η ενημέρωση.

Γενναίες χρηματοδοτήσεις των Δήμων στη βάση των πραγματικών αναγκών τους και όχι ψίχουλα για νάχουν να λένε οι αρμόδιοι υπουργοί και προσλήψεις κατάλληλου προσωπικού.

Χωρίς αυτά τα σημεία ο φαύλος κύκλος θα συνεχιστεί , όσο ακολουθούνται οι ίδιες αποτυχημένες πολιτικές δεκαετίες τώρα .

Είναι τεράστια ανάγκη να αντιληφθούν τα πολιτικά κόμματα, ειδικά αυτά που πρεσβεύουν την Αριστερά, ειδικά αυτά που μιλούν για οικολογία, ότι το φιλοζωικό κίνημα μπορεί και πρέπει να εκπροσωπηθεί από αυτά. Η φιλοζωία πρέπει να αποκτήσει πολιτικό πρόσημο, όχι ως σφραγίδα προσεταιρισμού, αλλά ως ταυτοτικό στοιχείο.

Κάθε μέλος, κάθε στέλεχος, πρέπει να ανοίξει τα μάτια και τα αυτιά του στην πραγματικότητα.

- Να συμμετάσχει στις φιλοζωικές οργανώσεις της κάθε περιοχής.

- Να συμμετάσχει σε συναντήσεις, ει δυνατόν.

- Να αφουγκραστεί, να ακούσει, να μελετήσει τις ανάγκες του χώρου και τα προβλήματα που προσπαθεί να επιλύσει.

- Να κοιτάξει τη νομοθεσία και να εντοπίσει τα φοβερά ελλείμματα.

- Να καταθέσει προτάσεις, έχοντας συζητήσει, έχοντας ακούσει, έχοντας δει.

Ο φιλοζωικός χώρος πρέπει να βρει τη φωνή και το βήμα λόγου που του αξίζει. Και δεν πρέπει με τίποτα να αφεθεί μελλοντικά βορά σε ένα επικίνδυνο φασιστικό μόρφωμα, που θα τον εκμεταλλευτεί και θα τον χρησιμοποιήσει ως φερετζέ της μισανθρωπιάς του.

Οι εισαγγελείς Πρωτοδικών θα πρέπει να ακολουθούν την αυτόφωρη διαδικασία, εφόσον συντρέχουν οι όροι, όταν διαπιστώνονται παραβάσεις, ειδικά περιπτώσεις βασανισμού, κακοποίησης, κακής και βάναυσης μεταχείρισης οποιουδήποτε είδους ζώου, καθώς και οποιαδήποτε πράξη βίας κατ’ αυτού, ιδίως δηλητηρίαση, κρέμασμα, πνιγμός, κάψιμο, σύνθλιψη και ακρωτηριασμός.

Να επιστήσετε την προσοχή στις αρμόδιες υπηρεσίες των δήμων της περιφέρειάς σας για την τήρηση των υποχρεώσεών τους, για την περισυλλογή και διαχείριση αδέσποτων ζώων συντροφιάς, όπως αυτές ειδικότερα ορίζονται στο άρθρο 9 του ως άνω νόμου.

, να αφαιρείται προσωρινά ή οριστικά το ζώο συντροφιάς ή ζώο άλλης κατηγορίας από την κατοχή του και το ζώο να παραδίνεται στο καταφύγιο αδέσποτων ζώων του αρμόδιου δήμου ή σε ενδιαφερόμενη φιλοζωική εταιρεία ή σωματείο. Αν, δε, η μεταχείριση του ζώου είναι ιδιαίτερα σκληρή και βάναυση και προκάλεσε ιδιαίτερο πόνο ή φόβο στο ζώο, την οριστική αφαίρεση και να απαγορεύετε την απόκτηση άλλου ζώου από τον παραβάτη.

Επισημαίνεται, δε, η σημασία και η σοβαρότητα των ως άνω θεμάτων που αφορούν στην προστασία των ζώων και η ιδιαίτερη επιμέλεια των αρμοδίων αρχών, για την αποτροπή περιπτώσεων κακοποίησης και βασανισμού ζώων, δεδομένου ότι συνδέεται η εκδήλωση αυτών των φαινομένων άμεσα και με τη γενικότερη εκδήλωση εγκληματικότητας, αφού η σχέση κακοποίησης ζώων ειδικά με την παιδική κακοποίηση και όχι μόνο, είναι γνωστή και τεκμηριωμένη, από αρκετά χρόνια.

Ειδικά στις ΗΠΑ τα εγκλήματα κατά των ζώων διερευνούνται με μεγάλη προσοχή και χρησιμοποιούνται ως εργαλείο ανίχνευσης κακοποίησης παιδιών και άλλων ευάλωτων ατόμων.

«Να αγαπάτε τα ζώα. Ο Θεός τους έδωσε λίγη νοημοσύνη κι ασυννέφιαστη χαρά. Μην την καταστρέφετε, λοιπόν, μην τα βασανίζετε, μην αφαιρείτε τη χαρά τους, μην πάτε ενάντια στη σκέψη του Θεού. Ανθρωπε, μην επαίρεσαι αντίκρυ στα ζώα: αυτά είναι αναμάρτητα, μα εσύ, με όλο σου το μεγαλείο, ρυπαίνεις τη Γη με την εμφάνισή σου κι αφήνεις τα σαπρά σου ίχνη».

- Φ. Ντοστογέφσκι, Αδερφοί Καραμαζόφ.

#Φιλοζωία #Ζώα #Λίνα Νταλαγιάννη

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