#din djarin x fennec shand

[unhinged-summer-fun]

mesh network - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - bit decay Boba Fett x Din Djarin x Fennec Shand x F!Reader (22+)

series masterlist

Chapter warnings: Feelings, I feel like Lando needs his own warning hehe, the unhinged-summer-fun special on hilarious dinnertime shenanigans, overt foreshadowing for chapter 6 and 7, group sex, cockwarming, subspace, erotic choking, consensual possessive behavior.

Word Count: 7416

A/N: I know it’s been.... a minute, lol. Besides overarching creative block, there’s been a lot of personal issues going on in my life the last month. Huge fuckin thank you to @ezrasbirdie​ and @pedrosedibles​ for their support and beta eyes, can’t kiss you enough.

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“There’s an important business meeting on Tuesday night, I want you there.”

Boba had spoken to you in passing while he had been walking back from the pool, still dripping wet around the shoulders, a fact which distracted you from the actual words he spoke for so long that he tilted his head to the side in amusement.

“Feeling alright, kitten?” He smirked when he saw you fluster, and you nodded quickly.

“A meeting? When?”

“Nine sharp.”

“I’ll have to get up early.”

“Nine in the evening, kitten. It’s a dinner with an associate. He insists on doing these things casually, I’m afraid.” You were confused. He said it was a meeting, but then it was a dinner, and—

“But tomorrow is Tuesday.”

“Indeed it is.”

With that, he walked away, leaving you bewildered in the hallway, your mind a jumble of broad, strong shoulders and wet skin. When Fennec walked by, her heels clicking across the marble, the realization that you only owned athleisure and pajamas hit you mercilessly. You gawked at her easy beauty. Her hair remained down, flowing backward in a cascade of raven locks that blew spicy perfume your way.

Just like Boba had, she turned on one of the aforementioned heels and cocked her head to the left. “What is it, kitten?” She asked, bringing a hand up to brush an eyelash off your cheek. Your face burned with the attention. She towered over you like this, and you got the feeling she liked that fact.

“I don’t have anything to wear for tomorrow.”

Her sharp smile softened a moment, and her hand cupped your cheek kindly. “Of course you do. You think we’d let you show up naked?”

“Yes,” you said bluntly.

She rolled her eyes but smiled at you. “That’s fair. Don’t get cheeky. And don’t worry about it. You’ll have something.”

It only took three hours for you to get impatient, eager to spoil the surprise. Even throwing yourself headfirst into work wasn’t working.

The network was really growing itself, using a (stolen) AI framework you’d taken off of Collegiate University’s computer sciences department a few weeks back. You’d earned some dirty looks from the other members of the tech team, but you’d also earned a smile from Din, who called you his clever girl.

You were determined to keep earning that praise, to make yourself irreplaceable here. You worried that any minute where you were found idle would be met with scorn and disappointment from the higher-ups. Cobb came to check on you here and there, mostly using the big fluffy armchair in your room to nap in while you worked, typing and clicking and grumbling at code for hours on end.

You noticed the worried looks Din gave you when you’d get up from bed to go work on some epiphany about the security walls. He looked guarded, but in a sad way; like the hunch of your shoulders shrinking past the edge of the doorframe was the worst sight to see.

It was difficult to ignore. His stares were the heaviest of all. But it was difficult to ignore a lot of things in the Palace. One couldn’t stick their head in sand if only marble and imported hardwood lay beneath their feet. Whatever was transpiring between you and Din and Boba and Fennec wasn’t spoken of during meals, nor midnight trips to one another’s rooms, nor even the lazy days where the only order of the day was lounging in front of a radio.

For one who spoke their opinions quite freely a lot of the time, you were uncharacteristically quiet regarding how you felt about this whole thing. On one hand, the sex was fantastic, mind-numbing, and never the same. On the other, the feelings you were having were just as mind-numbingly new, and that left you scared. This was one of the oldest relationships known to mankind, and not a single book or film or show or piece of art could encapsulate what you were feeling right then. There wasn’t a song that explained it enough where you felt steady.

So you lost yourself in lines of code and hoped things would work themselves out without needing to talk about it.

And we all know how well that mindset works out.

##

“You told her we picked something out for her to wear?” Din hissed as he grabbed the keys. Fennec pushed a hand through her hair and shrugged.

“I thought you had, honestly.”

The noise Din made could only be diagnosed by a seasoned mechanic.

“I was thinking we start brainstorming in the car,” she mentioned later in the elevator.

“You’re killing me.”

##

“Come in, kitten,” Boba called from his desk. You poked your head around the heavy door you’d just knocked on.

“How’d you know it was me?” You asked.

“You’re the only one who knocks.”

You took a seat in the closest lounge chair by his desk, folding your legs up under you with your laptop balancing on one thigh. You poked around in the virtual machine for a few minutes, stealing glances over at Boba. With the blinding brightness of the day shining in behind him, you couldn’t make out his eyeline, which was probably why the room was positioned this way.

“Put that down, come over here.” His voice was smooth, but snapped across the hardwood as if he’d shouted. An order, then. You felt your body respond, heat pooling in your gut as you did as you were told, pulled to him like he was tugging on a string.

When you were close enough, he pushed out from the desk for a moment, patting one thigh. Sit here, the move said. You took your spot, hands on your knees as he curled you up in his arms the way he liked. More often than not, this was how he wanted you, not just in arm’s reach but already captured. One large hand rested on your thigh, keeping you secure to his lap. The other came up to stroke at the back of your neck softly. You felt tension bleed from muscles you hadn’t known were tight.

Just as your mind was turning to mush, as you were about to slip off into that numbed place he brought you to, he spoke again. “What’s on your mind?”

“Huh?” You said dumbly, blinking up at him. He waited patiently for you to recover and think of what to say. Boba Fett, you realized, valued taking the time to do things right the first time, and recognizing limits when they presented themselves. You appreciated that about him, and never felt shame for taking a second to gather your thoughts when he asked a question. “Why do you want me at the meeting?”

He’d involved you in his business, yes, but you’d been mostly peripheral to the actual dealings of his company. You were there to ensure those dealings went through securely and covertly. The most you heard about the actual happenings in The City and beyond was usually long after the fact, seeing an arrest here or a busted syndicate across the river.

Part of you preferred not to know. If you found out Boba and the others dealt in affairs you couldn’t abide by, things that hurt innocents or caused undue harm to those that helped others, you didn’t know if you could stay, and if you weren’t secure in that fact, you wouldn’t be allowed to walk away alive.

Boba, for his part, didn’t have as much hand-wringing over this as you did. His answer came swift, with a smile ghosted over the corner of his mouth where an old scar pulled it slightly upward.

“Because I think you’d like it. And you’d like Lando.” The way he said it gave you the impression you’d be more annoyed than charmed by this Lando creature, and that amused him. “Fennec and Din wouldn’t let me bow out at a moment’s notice just because I didn’t want to talk to Lando anymore.”

“Ah. And you think I would?”

“I think you’re a perfect distraction for a business meeting that’s doomed to be boring and full of small talk.”

You scoffed out a laugh and shook your head. “Are those the only reasons?”

Again, his answer was instantaneous. “Yes.” The conviction behind his affections, the simple truth of I enjoy having you around, and you make every moment more bearable rang across your bones like fingers on a harp. You felt thoroughly strummed by him.

“Okay,” you whispered, leaning back into the hand at your nape. Boba took the opportunity to guide your head forward, capturing your mouth in a furious kiss. You had no clue what the fervor and passion was for, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

After he’d had his fill of your mouth, he asked you how your projects were going, like he hadn’t just had his tongue down your throat and his teeth around your lips a moment prior. Once more, you needed a second before you could respond. Even then, you were breathless.

“I’m not sure if it’s ever going to be done,” you said.

Something dark - concern - flashed behind his eyes, like a cloud blowing over the sun. The look was gone before you could think to ask about it.

“Perhaps you should be redefining success. Would you make your team work as long and round-the-clock as you?”

It felt like a bucket of cold water on your head when he said it. You shook your head tentatively. “But I work this hard so they don’t have to.”

“If that were true, would I have asked? Have you ever taken a vacation before?”

The answer was no. You had never held down a job for more than a few weeks, and even when you were unemployed, you couldn’t just magically afford to stop being unemployed for a few weeks of the year. Your body and mind had been running in survival mode for several years, and you were afraid of what was going to happen when that stopped. In truth, the only time you remembered feeling relaxed was when you were with the others, whether in their bed or just holding their attention. The moment they looked away, however, you were back to being just as anxious as before.

“I don’t think I’d even know how to take vacation here.”

“You just have to ask.”

##

Din and Fennec arrived back at the Palace, having overspent quite a bit after Boba had sent a message about his plans. The dinner dress had been decided very early in their shopping, but everything else had taken all day, and they didn’t return home until late in the evening. Din hauled the bags up to his room while Fennec strutted about the penthouse, looking for you.

She found you sitting on the pool deck, face illuminated by the soft blue glow of your laptop. You were haloed by the moonlight reflecting off of the bay, looking like an angel lost in their heavenly tasks. She took a seat on the lounger next to yours and crossed her long legs over one another.

“Nice night,” she said, startling you from your concentration. When you looked over at her, she could see your eyes were a bit red, bloodshot from strain more than emotions.

“I didn’t realize it was so late.”

Fennec finally saw the plate of untouched food on the table to your right. Boba must have at least attempted to feed you, but you’d been so lost in your work that it’d gone cold long ago. You were still in shorts and a shirt, but the weather had chilled considerably since you last looked up. You gave a full-body shiver and flexed your fingers. From where she was sitting, Fennec could hear your joints pop and crack from overuse.

“Surprised you still have battery power on this thing,” she said, snatching your laptop while your hands were off it. You had some heat rashes on your thighs from your device, which Fennec tutted at. With deft fingers, she saved your work and logged you out, shutting the laptop down in record time. You stared at the machine blankly, unsure of what to do. You could feel the anxiety returning like a swarm of locusts at your back, encroaching on your peace with every flap of their wings.

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking up at her for a split second before looking away. Fennec reached out and caught your chin between her fingers, making you look up at her again.

“Your worth, your place here, is not judged by the amount of hours you log on that computer, nor the hours of sleep you deprive yourself of, nor the time you spend worrying about any of that. Your place is here because we want it to be. You could choose to never look at a screen again and we would still want you. Do you understand?”

“No,” you croaked, feeling your eyes well up with tears. “I don’t understand.” Her fingers faltered on your face for a moment, and you gently pulled from her grasp. “I don’t understand what I can give you, give all of you. I don’t understand.”

Her hands fell limp by her side, and for the first time, she looked lost. “But we’re not asking anything of you.”

“I know, I just… I can’t let this go.” You closed your eyes, and she brought her arms around you, pulling you into an embrace. Fennec never shied away from an uncomfortable situation, and she never let you feel like that for long. As you quietly wept, she held you close, keeping you grounded until you could breathe again.

“I’ve got you. I won’t let you go.”

##

Din slumped across the deck chair on the top floor while Boba performed his nightly routine, lighting candles at the corner shrine and settling his body down for rest. The two reveled in the quiet, the sounds of the city kept far below them on this rare calm night. After about twenty minutes, Din noticed the new candle, pink and blue, on the ledge next to the candles Boba kept for Cobb, Din, Fennec, and The Tribe. They sat highest on the shrine, whereas the candles of those who had fallen sat in cascading tiers all the way to the ground.

This one is for my father, Boba had explained several years ago. These for my uncles, though I did not know them more than passingly, as a child. This, for my godmother Zam. This for Aurra and these for Bossk, Dengar. 

When did they die? Din had asked.

Some, long before they were laid to rest.

“That for her?” Din asked, once the memories had faded and Boba had completed his routine, fixing him in his sights.

“Of course.”

It was pretty serious, then, if Boba lit a candle for her safety and wellbeing. Even Fennec and Din hadn’t gotten their own candles until after La Città. You had not so much invaded as you had situated yourself in their lives, filling the spaces between every broken edge of each other and pulling them closer.

Why couldn’t you see that?

“You’re deep in thought. Dangerous pastime to keep,” Boba said, blowing out each candle and replacing them on the small shelf bolted to the concrete wall. The lower floors had glass railings, showing off the splendiferous views of The City and its harbor, but on the private level, they preferred to keep things as protected as possible. That meant bulletproof glass, reinforced concrete walls, state-of-the-art locks. It was a funny metaphor, then, that you were able to bypass all of that just as easily as their digital security.

Din finally spoke. “I’m worried about her.”

“In what way?” Boba asked, though if Din knew one thing, it was that Boba already had this conversation with himself, and already knew each answer Din would give him.

“She’s overworking herself. She hasn’t stopped to take a break unless we literally tie her down. I think there’s some anxiety there about her place with us, she doesn’t know how to reconcile why we brought her and why we kept her. I heard her talking with Fennec earlier. She does not understand.”

Silence followed his words, and Din followed Boba back inside. Without the ambient sounds that came with being this high up, the interior of Boba’s suite was deafening. The shadow of the anxiety Din had once shared with you whispered in the back of his mind.

“I believe that she is under the impression that things like this resolve themselves through willful ignorance and avoidance. To properly enter into a relationship, she must learn that honesty and communication are more important than temporary discomfort.”

“So we let her fail?” Din asked, feeling his chest tighten.

“Of course not,” Boba said, leveling a sharp look his way. “No amount of pleading or instruction or demands will make her learn. She is far too independent and used to a life of low reliance on others. We can offer her trust and attention until the moon falls, but it will never ever sink in properly unless she comes to this realization herself.”

Din saw the logic play out like a chessboard before him. He felt thoroughly chided, and averted his gaze abashedly. Soft steps approached him, and a hand tilted his chin upward.

“Cyare,” Boba murmured. At one point, Din could not hear a single word of that language without shivering, remembering his terrible childhood. Somehow, Boba had fixed that instinct in him, and he could take the affections without flinching. “Your worries are not unfounded. Your concern is good, and natural. You know that she will fall, but for now you need her to know you’re just there to catch her.”

##

Your access to the internet (and the intranet) was revoked about two hours before the dinner. You spent all of fifteen minutes trying to type and skip your way around the block, but it seemed like someone (most likely Fennec) had simply turned off the routers entirely. It was possible there was a signal jammer involved. The point was, you were well and truly offline for the first time since you’d been taken to the Palace, and it filled your brain with bees.

Pacing the room only did so much for your mood. A knock at the door reminded you that you had a whole four-story penthouse to stomp around in, not just the corners of your room. Opening the door revealed Din, dressed down compared to his usual work clothes but still undeniably vogue. He held a garment bag in his hand, one with a name that drew your eye.

“What’s this?”

“Fennec told you we’d gotten you something for tonight, hadn’t she?” he asked, stepping inside and invading your personal space. You didn’t mind, as it broke up the monotony of the last thirty minutes of pacing. “Go shower and get yourself ready for dinner, pretty girl. I’ll lay all this out for you over here for when you’re done.” He sealed his order with a kiss to your forehead and a squeeze at your waist. It made your mouth go dry in a heartbeat.

You forced yourself to actually take your time, twisting your hair up into something more put together than the unruly mess it liked to be every morning. Din had left everything you needed for tonight, by his standards, so when you came out and only saw a slinky green dress, shimmery and almost black under the lights, you wondered what the hell else they had planned for the evening.

Four could play at that game, you thought. You slid the dress on and zipped it at the side, wearing nothing beneath it but your skin. You took your hair down, leaving it messy and rumpled. If you were to attend a casual business meeting wearing nothing but silk, you would look the part wherever you could.

The elevator ride down to the living spaces was a little awkward, the slap of your bare feet on the pristine marble announcing your arrival long before you reached the formal dining room. Fennec was in a new pair of black stilettos, a striking bloodred dress contouring her body into severe and sexy geometries. Her hair sat pinned to her head in a complicated braid pattern, the details somewhat lost in her black tresses from a distance. You felt your body wanting to drift closer in curiosity. She looked you up and down, pleased with what she saw.

Din had undone another button since you’d seen him, leaning casually by the entrance with a tumblr of something dark amber in his hand. The glass dangled precariously over the ornate parquet, pulled between the gravity of his touch and that of the world. You knew the feeling intimately. He, too, looked you over, quirking an eyebrow as if to ask if you’d taken his unspoken dare. When he got to your bare feet, the ghost of a smile flickered over his expression.

“There you are, kitten,” Boba said, stepping out from the bar area in the corner. He handed you a julep of some kind, black mint muddled throughout the ice. You thanked him with a duck of your head. “What a picture you make with that drink in your hand. Spin for me, let me see.”

Three pairs of eyes watched you spin in place, quickly at first to see the skirt flutter and then slowly to catch your balance. Boba’s hand came to your waist before he leaned down and kissed your cheek. His hand drifted over your hip, your ass, to the top of your thigh. With the fabric so soft and thin, he could tell what Din and Fennec already knew. You felt him smile against your face.

“Sir, Mr. Calrissian’s car has arrived.” Cobb’s voice spoke from just beyond the entrance, a few steps behind where you’d been stopped. You hadn’t heard him come up.

“Very good. Let’s get this over with.” Boba’s tone had shifted into a more serious, detached pitch than before. The authority it resonated with was unmistakable. You could feel your nipples hardening behind the silk, and could only hope the cowl-like drape of the fabric concealed them.

It was little use. At this point, you were the starter, the entree, and the dessert.

“It seems he’s brought Mr. Karga with him,” Cobb said, finger to his ear as he relayed information. Boba rolled his eyes and made a waving motion.

“Of course he did. Another setting, then.” Two waitstaff appeared out of nowhere to accommodate the request, but Boba ignored the hubbub. “Sit here with me, kitten,” Boba said, pulling your chair out near the head of the table. Behind it sat a large stone fireplace, unlit for the balmy spring evening. You sipped your julep after getting settled. Din held out Fennec’s chair for her, and Boba remained standing for the next few minutes.

A boisterous noise - laughter - carried across the marble floors outside in the hall, signaling the approach of the guests. You felt a heel press against the top of your foot. Fennec overemphasized a deep breath, to get you to relax. You nodded and withdrew your feet, calming down.

The guests did not signal outrage that others were seated when they arrived. Handshakes were exchanged, and if you didn’t already know how little Boba cared for social niceties, you wouldn’t have known he was uncomfortable. The group caught up just a little before Boba pushed them to the bar. You sipped your drink a little faster to steel yourself.

“I see we have a new resident at the Palace,” one of the men said, a dashing older man with a broad chest and a confident upward tilt to his chin. Your face heated with the attention, and it took everything in you to not duck and hide from it. He approached and introduced himself. “Greef Karga. I run the—”

“Ahem.” Karga’s companion across the room, presumably the promised Lando, coughed.

Karga didn’t look bothered by the chiding. “My apologies. Business is meant for the table.”

“I’ve heard otherwise,” you said before you could stop yourself. Karga’s eyebrows flew up in amusement before he laughed. It was an infectious sort of laughter, one you couldn’t help smiling at. You offered your name and your hand, which he repeated and shook politely.

“Your setting is over here,” Din said rather severely from across the table. “That’s my seat.”

So you were to be protected on all sides by your lovers. The thought comforted you instead of stifled you.

“Very well. We shall have to get to know one another from a distance, then.” Karga excused himself to take a seat, and Din sat where he was promised. Fennec talked quietly with Karga once he sat, which brought your attention to the other two men approaching the table.

“Kitten, this is Lando Calrissian. We’ve known one another a long time,” Boba said by means of introduction.

“Lost track of who owes who this many favors,” Lando said, clapping him on the back. You’d find out later that the incident in La Città would have ended in four graves had Lando not stepped in to save them all. Those kinds of loyalties were common here, it seemed.

You offered your name and hand again, the other man - just as handsome - meeting your eyes with a businesslike smile. He still had the same curiosity that Karga had at your unannounced presence, but he had a bit of a better poker face. The group sat, and the waitstaff returned with plates for everybody. You tried to focus on your food, but the sudden shift of atmosphere dragged your attention up and down the table as everyone began to talk.

“Heard about something happening in Medina this week.”

“Something isn’t happening anymore, your intel is late. What are you here for?”

“I was in town and figured I’d get the news from the source myself. We haven’t met in a few months, Boba.” Lando had a shit-eating grin on his face as he brought a blini with gravlax to his mouth.

“Things were busy,” Boba said, his gruff side coming out.

Lando’s eyes flickered over to you for a moment. “I see that.”

Din’s hackles raised enough for you to reach out and grab his leg to pull him back. He looked a little dumbfounded that you would stop him from protecting you. It probably wasn’t every day that happened.

You realized all of the attention was on you now, and had to think fast.

“Why do you prefer to do business at mealtime? Seems a bit unproductive.”

“Lando insists on casual settings for business arrangements. It’s gotten him out of most of his run-ins with the law,” Fennec shared. It made sense, less paper trail and more vagaries.

“And why do you have run-ins with the law?” you asked bluntly. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Boba full-on smirking. Lando’s bravado faltered a moment, obviously unprepared to get an interrogation from a barefoot woman he’d never met before.

“I think we all have…” Lando said, looking for support from the others.

“I haven’t,” you said with a shrug. “Perhaps I should think bigger, then?” you said, looking to Boba.

“Easy, kitten. Eat your food.” His tone was back to playful and amused, but you knew you’d successfully swerved the conversation back to the intended guests. It felt a bit thrilling, and your food tasted even better as a result.

Through the next three courses, you caught snippets of things that could actually be business in between triple-entendres and well-crafted codewords. You half expected there to be a contract, signing things at the end, but after coffee and dessert, there was nothing but a handshake shared among the guests, kisses pressed to cheeks, and a sense of exhausted relief at having to hold your tongue the entire evening.

It was strange, as strange as things even could be with your new life here. The entire time, you didn’t have a single thought about the security system, even when Lando asked very lightly what your job was in the business. Boba had defined your role as Subject Matter Expert in Cybersecurity, Network Integrity, and Whatever Else Sounds Nice to You, Kitten, but he’d called you a lifesaver. 

The feeling of being wanted, needed here, sat in your gut like warm chocolate, and did not leave. You spaced out for a moment, only coming back to yourself when you felt two warm, heavy hands fall on your shoulders. “Time to go to bed, kitten,” Boba said from behind you.

“I’m not that tired…” you said, looking up.

“Who said we were sleeping?”

##

“Strip.”

Boba’s order came as soon as the elevator closed on all four of you, and without looking to see if it was meant for anybody else, you shrugged out of your dress, letting it pool at your feet before you kicked it to the corner. Instantly, three sets of hands were on you, Din latching his mouth to your shoulder and Fennec twisting her fingers in your hair to allow the former more room to work. Your mouth was claimed by the man in charge.

Boba stood before you, one hand in the pocket of his slacks, the other coming up to wrap around the base of your throat. As he kissed you, you fell apart into a mess of whines and moans. Your partners didn’t let this faze them, instead pressing their advantage and moving their hands lower and lower. Din reached down to grab at your hip, while Fennec boldly gave you a spank that made your knees go weak.

“Good girl, making it through dinner for us.” Boba spoke into your mouth, drowning your lungs in praise until it was all you wanted to breathe. “What shall we do with you tonight?” he asked, and you felt a smirk against your shoulder, followed by a playful nip at your ear from Fennec.

The elevator came to a stop, and opened onto Boba’s suite.

You’d seen a few glimpses of it, here and there. Boba wasn’t exactly in the “tour guide” mood whenever he brought you here, and you’d certainly never seen it all lit up as it was now. Deep brown wood with thick, almost-black grain lined every wall and most every piece of furniture, like every piece and panel had been made from the same tree. You were lifted into Din’s arms, forbidden from walking so long a distance as twenty feet to the bed. When he set you down across the black silk, you got the perfect view of your three lovers sizing you up, something like predators, but you loved nothing more than to be hunted by them all.

To prove that point, you spread your legs wide to show off, to entice your hunters home.

“Din,” Boba said without looking away. At once, Din dropped to his knees and pulled you to the edge of the bed, hurrying forward to press eager, sloppy kisses on your thighs and all the way up to your cunt. At the first touch of his hot, wet tongue against your clit, you stuttered out a gasp, your vision sparkling for a moment like you’d been shocked. Din moaned directly into you, pulling your attention down to see Fennec’s hand fisted in his curls, her knuckles gone a violent shade of white.

But you could hardly focus on that any longer, because the sight of Boba undressing before you made your mouth go dry and your brain go numb with desire. Piece by piece, he shed his layers until he stood bare before you, nothing but scars and strength and an unfailing masculine energy you always found yourself breathless around. Whatever accident he’d been in several years ago, it had been a rough one, leaving most of his body covered in scars at various stages and qualities of healing.

When you’d kissed one for the first time, the spiderwebbing map of pink and brown tissue stretched across his chest, he’d paused. You didn’t think he breathed for several moments, and you were worried you had offended him until he pulled you up for a kiss, keeping you occupied for the rest of your time together. It had been curious, but you’d still felt less than confident with your permission to ask about it.

He would tell you eventually, right?

Boba joined you on the bed, lifting you by the shoulders to place your torso in his lap. From there, he could observe you better, and leave you accessible to his hungry, wandering hands. He reached down to rub his calloused palm over your breasts, the other hand resuming its place on your throat. Din added a finger to the mix down below, and your answering moan sounded insensate when Boba squeezed.

“Such a good girl for us, letting us play like this,” Boba murmured. Your eyes drifted closed, entranced by the praise and sweetness. It was sweet at the bottom of it all, though the sweetness left you tired and unable to move in some cases. “I think we should see how long you can last.”

That was a loaded question. How long, as in how long will you be good? How long, as in how long will you let us do this before you pass out? Or was it how long, as in how long will you be ours, how long will you last in the embrace of our affection and forgiveness? How long will you last if we threw you to the curb?

The hand around your neck released once more. “You’re rather in your head tonight, kitten. Care to share your thoughts?”

You blinked, sucking in a shaky breath as you came back to yourself. “I’m sorry,” you whispered on reflex alone, looking around at the paused scene around you. The desire and electric tension was still present, and in no danger of dissipating, but your state required a checking-in. “I’m… I don’t—”

“Do you want this?” Fennec asked simply, her voice a low rasp by your hip. Her eyes blazed seriousness. “If the answer is ever no, we will respect that, but I need an answer from you when I ask you.”

You blinked, a fire in your belly from her authority alone. “I don’t know what I need, but I know I want this with you. With all of you.” It was a miracle how your voice did not shake, and you credited that victory to you speaking only the truth.

“Will you trust us to know what you need?” Boba said, the thumb across your pulse coming up to stroke over your jaw. It made you shiver despite the heat building in your body.

“Yes,” you whispered, looking up to meet his eyes. He allowed the moment to sink in for just a few seconds before smirking, an eyebrow raising.

“Yes, what?”

The heat built to a fire within you. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

What Boba felt you needed tonight was to get out of your head. So many parts of your time in the Palace had been tinged with thought and worry, anxiety gripping you like Boba did now. With those two distinctions made, yes I want you and yes I trust you, it was like your mind had permission to drain, and you felt your body follow suit, melting into Boba’s thighs and sticking there like honey. Din resumed as well, you could feel his smile against your legs where his cheeks touched. Fennec came up to kiss at your belly, lightly scratching against your sides and making you gasp aloud.

“Good girl.”

Boba let that go on for quite a while, until Din had made you cum all over his face and hands. You weren’t allowed to catch your breath before being flipped over to your front, hands pulled across your back. Boba shifted a little until you were face-to-face with his cock again, just like that first time but entirely different all the same. “Go on,” he taunted, smirking at the shiver you gave when his voice got that low. “Keep that nice and warm for me, won’t you kitten?”

You nodded, warming yourself up before him. With this task at hand, you barely had room to worry about whether they wanted you in return, you couldn’t think about anything but giving them pleasure. All of them.

From somewhere off your peripheral, you registered movement to your side, though with Boba’s massive thighs surrounding your head, you couldn’t tell what was happening. You could hear Fennec’s gasps though, her taunting teases. You could hear Din breathing harshly through his nose, how he did when he wanted to make it last. You could infer and paint that picture based on sound alone.

You’d get to see it, one day. You felt that, even if you couldn’t yet quite believe it. Fennec was murmuring something to Din, and from what you knew of his… proclivities… you were certain there was no short amount of praise involved in his struggle to remain in control. It always thrilled you to realize you shared in the same desires as your partners, and it made you feel like you were deserving of your preferred pleasure.

Something told you that the lovers you shared this bed with had much lower standards for what you did or did not deserve in this life.

Vibrating down from his chest to his belly, to his cock and into your mouth, you could feel Boba speaking to them, approving and instructing in an effortless way he did everyday. It made you moan around him, though you had no clue what he was saying. The simple radiant authority was getting you off, a fact you were both surprised and not at all shocked to realize.

A heavy hand came down to rest on your head, pulling your hair just so that you looked up at him through tear-clumped lashes. He cooed to you, thumbing at your stretched lips and smearing spit and tears over your face. It was still a caress underneath it all, and your eyes fluttered a little before you remembered to look up at him.

“…ahead, darling. Why don’t you get me off like a good girl.” The shiver down your spine told him you’d heard him, and instead of attempting to answer, you got to work, letting your mouth wake up again as he filled your throat, hardening past the point of comfort, but you knew he liked to see you squirm, and you liked the way he looked at you when you did.

The world centered onto that one point where you connected, hands on your head to keep you in place as he fucked your throat, your hands on his thighs to keep you grounded among the ether. You felt nothing but the throb of him against your tongue, the head of his cock dipping in and out of the back of your throat. There were no thoughts in your head but him.

It’s that relief of thought that pushed a few tears from your eyes, dripping onto the webbing between his thumb and index finger. He made a strangled sort of noise, then the taste of him cumming burst across your tongue, flooding your senses and making you swallow on impulse. You didn’t miss a drop, continuing to suck and bob your head until he pulled you off, spit-wet and hazy.

He didn’t kiss you, which your tired tongue and lips thanked him for. Instead, he hauled your body up his, pulling you down on top of him for just a moment before he rolled you beneath him. That trancelike feeling returned, the one that felt like the world shrinking to the span of his touch alone. His hands were unable to anticipate, everywhere and nowhere at once. When his fingers found you wet and wanting, you nearly shrieked at the stimulation, despite not being touched once since the elevator ride up.

“I’ll take care of you,” he breathed, a vow pledged to your skin a moment before he bit the spot he blessed. His thighs nudged your thighs apart, but he didn’t sink in the way you thought he would. Instead, he kept his hand where it was, teasing your slick entrance and barely brushing over your clit. You whined a little, unable to control yourself. “Poor little kitten, we haven’t been neglecting you so much as to make you forget your manners, have we?” He asked, a hand coming up to circle tight around your throat. It made your blood sparkle with need.

“No, Daddy,” you whispered hoarsely, watching his fiery eyes go darker at the sound of how wrecked you already were. “I can behave.”

“I know you can.” He kissed you softly, on the cheek. “But Fennec is going to make sure for me.”

The moment his hand left your throat, a smaller, cooler one replaced it, squeezing tighter where Boba’s hand had sat broader across it. A sharp nip to your shoulder told you exactly who had joined you, because your brain hadn’t really been processing everything that had been going on.

Then Boba’s tongue touched your clit, and all thoughts were back to being off the table. At the same time, he pushed a thick finger into you, meeting no resistance but a flutter of your walls around him, welcoming him back home. Fennec’s hand punned you to the bed, keeping you flat so you couldn’t see what Boba was doing. The restriction was tantalizing and distracting enough to let Boba push another finger into you, not quite a stretch with how active you’d all been.

“Think she needs more?” Boba asked, and you could hear Din hum from somewhere around where Boba’s voice was coming from. There was a wet smack of lips, a filthy kiss, followed by a pleasured groan as Boba shared your taste with Din. Fennec’s teeth curled around the mark she was leaving in a feral smile.

“Yes,” Din panted. “Give her three. She likes the stretch.”

Oh yes, you did. Boba had the thickest fucking fingers on anyone you’d ever met, and he knew how to use them expertly. The burn in your core was barely soothed by the feeling of Boba’s tongue laving over your skin. He didn’t always focus on your clit. He would move to suck on your lips, leave a kiss here, a biting bruise there as you got used to the feeling of him filling you up.

He moved without a hurried purpose, not like when he wanted to get you ready to fuck you. He stretched you open just for the pure pleasure of pleasuring you. Fennec’s teeth and bites even dulled to lips and kisses when she sensed you going under, getting softer and sweeter in the way they loved to get you. Even the burn of the fingers inside you faded to a distant throb, your orgasm muted yet all-consuming at the same time. You registered yourself curling into Boba’s side, three arms settling over top of you as you came back from the stratosphere.

##

When the three around you finally feel you fall asleep, they sigh in relief. So many times, you would hardly wait for the afterglow to fade before hopping up and finding your place in the project you had been distracted from. The trio share a wordless conversation of worried, tense expressions and shared looks. Who knows how long you’d stay asleep?

Deciding to make the most of it, Din extricated himself, as he was on the outside and could slip away easiest, returning with a few warm cloths to clean everyone up. Fennec disappeared for a minute while Din carefully cleaned your face, clearing it of smeared and ruined makeup and fluids alike.

He knew the difference between bruises and smudged mascara, and left the former to bloom. He knew you liked to trace the shapes of their hands and love when you thought no one was looking. The truth was that there was always someone looking.

And when you eventually did sneak out of bed with nothing but a guilty backwards glance an hour or two later, one set of eyes watched you leave, and the mind behind them planned a new project of their own.

#boba fett x din djarin x fennec shand x reader #boba fett x reader #din djarin x fennec shand #f!reader #unhingery #pedro pascal fanfiction #mesh network #din djarin x reader #boba fett/reader #din djarin/reader #fennec shand x reader #fennec shand/reader

[omaano]

... and then Fennec got to make exagerated funny faces at the baby while Boba and Din figured themselves out after the exhibit.

I'd thought I was going to miss the deadline for the @bobadinweek's AU bingo with this one since it got away from me a little, but with the extension I'm more than on time! So here is the Soulmate sqaure fill for my card - I know it's pushing more of a 'reincarnation AU' possibility, but I don't have that on my card, and those two are related anyway. So technically I doubled down on it 😌

#bobadin #bobadinaubingo #boba/din #boba x din #boba fett #din djarin #fennec shand #grogu #the mandalorian fanart #tbobf fanart #tbobf #the mandalorian #sw fanart #my art #I really love grogu in the last one he turned out so cute #also dad is very well trained and he gives grogu a finger to hold on to at all times in a foreign environment #din takes his kid to museums fight me #I've cleaned up and worked that sappy bobadin sketch into the shape and form I really wanted to in the first one #and now I don't know how to proceed with the actual drawing XD #like I wanted to make it look like mando murals carved and painted into stone #but that's kinda void now isn't it? #what is left to do after this? #look I worked out that soulmate tattoo in great detail but it didn't translate to such a small scale #it's got tatooine sands and kamino waves and the moons #so if you know me that also means that they'll have to dig out cobb from the queerest part of this AU possible at some point #just saying

[writerlyhabits]

Hello, may I request a one-shot of the Mandalorian x Reader who somehow gets frozen in Carbonite during a fight, then wakes up blind with the Carbonite sickness? I'm a sucker for that kind of hurt/comfort stuff :)

Listen, I lost my creative juices halfway through this, and didn’t get them back for quite a while… 😬 So I’m sorry that this has taken so long, or if it’s not really all that good, but I’m kind of happy to just throw it into the abyss and let you guys have it 😂😂

Thanks @deceiverofgodss for suffering through this with me, ily 💛

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: hurt/comfort 💛, carbonite sickness, temporary blindness, brief mention of canon-level violence, sweet loving soft amazing Din, the helmet comes off 👀, Grogu is heartbreakingly adorable, I think that’s it? 

At first, all you could feel was cold. Biting and endless, you couldn’t decipher any other feeling than the all-consuming cold seeping from your bones. 

Then there was a warmth… was it warm? It was certainly warmer than the hell you’d been in, that had to count for something. A firm grip held you close, cradling you into their chest as you laid sprawled against their lap on the ground. As the feeling in your body gradually came back – or maybe your brain was just starting to thaw out – you recognized the warmer surface that was pressed against you in so many places. 

Beskar. 

The next thing to hit you was the smell of leather and fire, a smell you were no stranger to. The smoke that rose off of weapons you handled in your day-to-day life, and the buttery smoothness of well-worn leather gloves that were smoothing over your cheeks, filling your nostrils with the familiar scent. Gloves you’d felt caress your skin countless times before. 

It started quiet, the muffled sounds of the world around you. A deep voice was speaking, accompanied by soft footsteps making quiet clangs against the metal flooring beneath you. How many people were here? Where were you? 

You felt your brows furrowing as you tried to focus on the sounds filtering through your ears, and you gave an experimental tilt of your head to see what kind of motion you could pull off. It was very slight, but it was movement. It was probably only noticeable to whoever was holding you if they were paying very close attention.

“Mesh’la? Can you hear me?” You made out, the voice above you laced with concern and panic. 

Din. 

You opened your eyes slowly to let whatever light beyond your eyelids filter in slowly, allowing your body to take the recovery process one step at a time. 

But the light never came. 

Maybe your eyes weren’t open?

“I told you she’d be alright, Djarin,” you heard in a thick accent from a few steps away. “She’s a fighter.” That gruff voice was Boba’s for sure, but you still had no way of confirming what you were hearing. Were your eyes just… adjusting? 

“Make yourself useful and figure out how to get more light in here, she can’t see anything,” Fennec’s unmistakeable lilt snarked, and with an amused grunt fading away with matching footsteps, you knew she’d thrown her jab at Boba. Yes, more light. That’s all you needed, everything was going to be alright. 

“Talk to me, how do you feel?” Din said above you, and you realized you hadn’t acknowledged him in your confusion. You made an effort to use your vocal cords, a few experimental groans coming out before you could manage any words. 

“I feel… tired.” You heard a quiet, shaky laugh come out from under Din’s helmet, and it didn’t take much longer before you felt the familiar Beskar of his helmet on your forehead. You steadily lifted one of your arms to reach for him, your body still coming back to temperature, and he met you halfway. If your eyes weren’t already closed, they were now as you savored the feeling of his hand in yours, how irrationally warm it made you feel to have Din wrapped so tightly around you. 

You heard Fett’s distant sound of triumph and a sputtering of electrical devices in the room around you. When Din slowly lifted his helmet, you attempted to open your eyes one more time. 

“There she is,” Fennec sighed, and your stomach flipped. “How’s the light, is that a little bit better?” She asked gently. 

You still couldn’t see anything. 

“Mesh’la… what’s wrong?” Din’s voice was quiet, smooth. Like he was trying to keep himself calm in order to comfort you. “Hey, look at me, I’m right here.” Your heart jumped to your throat, your head beginning to spin when you thought about how impossible such a simple task sounded when all you could see was black. 

“I… I can’t,” you whispered, unable to stop the quiver as you finished speaking, the panic starting to set in. You didn’t know where you were trying to go but your body went into overdrive, legs scrambling for some kind of leverage to sit yourself up. Before you could go far, Din’s hand squeezed yours a little tighter, the arm wrapped around you firm as he pulled you into a sitting position while keeping you curled up against his chest. 

“You can’t what?” Din’s voice was too calm, it was unsettling. Usually knowing that he was able to keep his calm in a less-than-ideal situation would be comforting to you, encouraging you to do so yourself and realize that you were okay. But it had never been this bad before. He wasn’t going through what you were. It was easy for him to find his calm, he could still see. 

“The bounty… what happened? What did he do to me?” You settled for, working yourself up as your brain reeled for an answer, an explanation, any morsel of a solution. 

“Easy princess,” Boba said from across the room. “Take it one step at a time, comin’ outta Carbonite isn’t as easy as taking a clam from a Gungan.” 

Carbonite… you could vaguely piece together a memory of fighting. Some slimy bounty you and Din had picked up as a side job on your way to Tatooine to visit with your friends in Mos Espa. What was supposed to be a standard grab-and-go mission had turned complicated fast. 

“You held your own,” Din’s voice said above you, no doubt watching you try to remember. “He caught us by surprise and managed to kick you back into a carbonite freezer. There was no way you could’ve seen him coming.” 

As he said it, the memories came back to you. Stalking around a dark warehouse beside your Mandalorian, lights scanning for any sign of movement. You’d heard a clang come from beside you, and before you could alert your partner that you were going to check it out, you’d been knocked against a metal container. You were able to process hissing sounds as your head stopped spinning, and as you shouted back out to Din, you watched him tearing to get to you before everything went cold. 

“How… how long was I in there?” you tried quietly. 

“A few hours at the most,” Fennec answered. “Mando reached out to us pretty quickly, and as Daimyo of Mos Espa, getting clearance wasn’t an issue. When we got there, Djarin was rooted to the spot next to you with a dead Trandoshan not too far off.” 

“We thought it’d be best if we defrosted you here at the palace,” Boba chimed in. “Give you time to acclimate without rushing you outta there.” Then there was a familiar gurgle, small noises that went directly to your heart. “And give the little one a chance to run around.” 

“But he’s been too worried about you to go anywhere,” Din reasoned softly. It was hard to tell if your eyes were still open, but you could feel the tears coming nonetheless at the thought of Grogu waiting patiently beside you. 

“Can I..” You wanted to ask if you could see him, but that seemed like a redundant question. “Where is he?” You heard the hesitant thump of Boba’s boots against the metal floor as he approached you. 

“Hold out your hands, mesh’la,” Din urged, releasing your hand while keeping you close. You did as he said, and before you could ask why, you felt a familiar weight being set in your arms. 

There were little hands on your cheeks and Grogu’s familiar gurgle of attempted words that were usually matched with his little toothy grin… What little restraint you had was shattered, and you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, and start to roll down your cheeks where they collided with your foundling’s fingers. Din pulled you closer as you cried, and you curled into him with Grogu in tow. 

“Why can’t I see, Din?” you whispered, and you heard how broken your voice sounded. It at least matched the way you felt; broken. 

“Carbonite takes its toll,” Boba started, and you felt Din’s body make a small, quick movement. You could only guess that he’d snapped his head up at the daimyo’s dramatic choice of words. “I just mean that there are usually side effects… but I’ve seen people come outta carbonite after weeks and turn out just fine.” 

“So… how long will it take me to get my vision back?” you choked, trying to put a stop to the stream of emotions that continued falling as you listened around you. Din’s leather-clad hands rubbing soothing patterns into your back was definitely helping on that front. “If I get it back.” 

“Don’t say that,” your Mandalorian’s firm voice countered. “You weren’t in there long. Your body will recover.” 

“He’s right,” Fennec piped up. Not being able to see where your party stood in the room was proving to be a strange sensation, figuring out where the speaker was in the room proving to be its own mental sport. “Unfortunately, there’s no way to tell when it will wear off. Carbonite affects everyone differently, so we could be waiting a few hours, a few days, a few weeks... It depends on how your body reacts.” 

There was a heavy silence in the room as Fennec’s words settled, forcing you to come to terms with the reality of the situation, and how little you could plan around it. 

Din, surprisingly, was the first to break the silence. 

“I’ll be here by your side each step of the way,” he started, his serious tone reassuring, backing up the weight of his promise.

Unsurprisingly, Din kept his word. 

In the days that followed, Din was with you every moment possible. He was there to help you up in the mornings, tender touches and slow movements in the private quarters your clan of three took up in the palace. His hands rarely left you as he helped you maneuver around the space, and had endless amounts of patience as you worked together to get through the day. 

Grogu definitely took a little bit to adjust. He was used to you picking him up and smothering him in affection too many times throughout the day to count. Now you often felt him at your feet, making soft sounds as he asked for you to lift him up. But when he started to understand that you couldn’t see him, his response broke your heart. 

Each morning Din would put Grogu in your arms, and without fail, those little hands would find your cheeks right before you would feel a strange sensation course through your body… He was trying to use his powers to heal you, much like you had seen him do with Din in the past. You wouldn’t let him do it for so long that he would tire himself out, but the two of you entertained his efforts – at the very least to make him feel better, but also to see if it would even work. 

In staying by your side, Din took to showering with you, too. Trying to convince him you could handle it was followed immediately by fumbling with the soaps until they clattered to the floor, and Din was knocking on the fresher door in moments. It was kind of amusing, at first, when he would step in behind you and you could hear the clang of the water against his helmet. 

Amidst the confusion and the disorientation of your lack of sight, the silver lining had been the day Din fully realized how much he could get away with when you couldn’t see him. Your entire relationship you kept your eyes shut tight – or left the room altogether – when Din removed his helmet, honoring his creed. But now he could go without it whenever he so chose… as long as it was in the confines of your room. 

Waking up to his soft kisses had been a warm welcome, one that was met with his enthusiastic affection scattered across your face. “We should do this more often,” he sighed, making you laugh against him as he kissed your cheek, the scratch of his facial fair tickling your skin. 

You grew accustomed to roaming your hands around his body so you could navigate to his soft curls, combing through his hair and massaging his scalp with your nails. You mapped the planes of his face with your lips, traced his pouted ones with your fingertips… and by the Maker, you were basking in the sound of his voice without the vocoder filtering it through his helmet. You could hear his smile when he spoke, could hear even the smallest huff of amusement his helmet usually kept from being audible, and his comforting tone wrapped you in a warmth you wanted to stay in forever. 

…

“Mesh’la,” you heard as you slowly came into consciousness. You gave Din a sleepy smile as he peppered kisses over your cheeks, the scratch of his mustache tickling your skin. “Someone’s here to see you early this morning,” he whispered, and you felt his side of the bed shift as he sat up. You kept your eyes closed through the whole process, like you did every morning, wanting to soak up the softness of your little family for just a little bit longer before facing the disappointment of not being able to see anything. 

In the last week, there was… some improvement. You knew you should be grateful for any steps forward your condition was taking, even if they were slim, but after the first few days, it just became exhausting. You could make out the vague shapes of the figures around you, and you could tell the difference between light and dark, but that was about it. Din had been ecstatic when you reached out for him that first morning, his excitement growing each time you turned towards him as he leaned in to give you a kiss. 

You just wanted to see again. 

When Din’s weight returned to the bed – your eyes still closed – he brought with him a familiar bundle that was set directly on your stomach. Grogu didn’t wait for your hands to find him before he was crawling clumsily up your body, and you shared in Din's laughter as you each gave him a hand to help him to his destination. 

“Well good morning to you too, little one,” you smiled, pleasantly surprised by your foundling’s newfound eagerness to get started with the day. “You must be hungry if you’re wanting to get this over with so quickly.” There was only a babble in response as he situated himself on your chest, and you could just imagine him reaching his little hands out to make it to your cheeks without losing his balance.

Din grunted as he shifted, this time getting up off of the bed, no doubt to go tend to make Grogu something to eat before it got past the point of no return. And yet, when his little hands finally reached you, there was no urgency. With your eyes still closed, you focused closely on the feeling that began spreading through your body, breathing deeply when the familiar feeling of weightlessness his powers brought you relaxed your muscles. 

The soft clanking of dishes from the living area of your room in the palace brought you back to the present, which meant that it was time to start moving through your day, and giving Grogu a chance to rest after using his powers once again. You opened your eyes as you sat up, hoisting Grogu up with you and returning the little smile that spread across his cheeks…

His smile. You could see it. 

You could see.

“Hi baby,” you whispered, your throat suddenly feeling very constricted as you took in the sight of your foundling. His big, dark eyes bore into you as his ears perked up at the attention he hadn’t seen from you in so long. He gurgled happily as he used his grip on your cheeks to encourage you to lean forward, pressing his little forehead against yours. 

You heard Din’s broken voice say your name, speaking softly as if he was scared to break whatever trance he was in. Without thinking, you lifted your head from Grogu’s and turned to look in his direction, and for a moment you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. 

Din stood frozen in place when he met your gaze, his warm brown eyes speaking a thousand words that would never pass his lips. His dark curls that you had felt so many times sat in a mess atop his head, matching the scruff and facial hair that decorated his golden skin. The prominent nose you had felt was more handsome than you could have ever imagined, the pouty pink lips you had traced time and time again as inviting as ever. 

You had imagined this moment a thousand times, thought of every possible situation or turn of events that might ever lead to seeing your Mandalorian without his helmet. Your worst fear was that it would be an accident – like it was now – and that his expression turning into disappointment, anger, or something worse that would mean he wanted nothing more to do with you. 

But the face looking back at you had nothing but anticipation and adoration written across his striking features. 

“Mesh’la…” you whispered, trying the Mando’a endearment on your tongue. The corners of his lips began to turn up in a tentative smile, and the sight you had just gotten back started to blur with the water flooding your eyes. “Beautiful… Din, you’re beautiful,” you sobbed. The last thing you saw was Din rushing to your side, quick to wrap his arms around you and kiss the top of your head as you closed your eyes once more, letting the happy tears flow freely across your cheeks. 

Thanks for reading!! If you’d like to be notified when I post a new fic, be sure to follow @writerlyhabits-library + turn on post notifications! 💛

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #anonymous request #thanks for requesting shit from me #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett #boba fett #fennec shand #carbonite sickness #carbonite #angst #din djarin angst

[witch-off]

After that, Cobb was never invited to another dinner again

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Oh my god this is so old??? Do people still ship Dincobb? (I know I do) But I never posted this anywhere so here it go

#cobb vanth #the mandalorian #boba fett #din djarin #fennec shand #star wars fanart #star wars #dincobb #din djarin x cobb vanth

[manofbeskar]

#happy dincobb day #and valentine's day #dincobb #din x cobb #cobbdin #marshmando #marshalorian #cobbdalorian #din djarin #cobb vanth #meme redraw #original scene from friends #fennec shand #grogu #peli motto #boba fett #team tatooine #my sketches

[godzillasfav]

I’m back from the dead

#din djarin #bodin #bo katan kryze #bo katan x din #din djarin x bo katan #dinbo #twinote #paz vizsla #ragnar vizsla #the armorer #fennec shand #armorerxfennec #wolfwren #sabezra or wolfwren #cara dune x koska reeves

[midnightdjarin]

episode 5 of book of boba fett:

Din: I won the darksaber in battle, it is mine

Paz: nuh uh

#din djarin #mandalorian #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #incorrect quotes #incorrect mandalorian quotes #paz viszla #din djarin x reader #groguthechild #pedro pascal one shot #book of boba fett #boba fett #fennec shand #javier pena #javier peña #agent whiskey #jack daniels #joel miller #joel miller x reader #tlou

[flilisskywalker]

Bo: I deflect my feelings for Din with sarcasm.

Sabine: Yeah, I do the same with Ezra.

Fennec: I DEFINITELY don't do that with Boba.

Bo: You are literally sarcasm personified, Fennec.

#dinbo #bo-katan kryze x din djarin #din djarin x bo-katan kryze #sabezra #sabine wren x ezra bridger #ezra bridger x sabine wren #bobennec #boba fett x fennec shand #fennec shand x boba fett

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings Pride 2023 Challenge!

✨🌈Happy Pride✨🌈

Masterlist

Let’s celebrate pride together here!!!

Just a few rules first.

No minors. My blog is an 18+ only space and smut is allowed and welcomes so anyone under 18 please do not interact.

Any character/pairing from any fandom is welcome just make sure to incorporate pride and queerness in some way. Reader insert, ocs, ships, anything goes! Queer character, queer reader/oc, both, queer family or friends, have fun with it!

Please properly tag and warn for anything! Smut is welcome and encouraged!

If writing a reader insert, please be inclusive with your writing as to not exclude poc.

Event runs for the whole month of pride so please post between June 1 and 30 and I’ll include everything in the Masterlist at the end of the month!

Tag me and use the hashtag #fawpride2023 so I can see and reblog your works! You don’t have to be following me but I always appreciate new followers and want to make new friends!!

Prompts

Dialogue prompts

“What do you think of my last name with your first name?”

“It’s always been you.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“We’re dead if we get caught but fuck it.”

“You look so beautiful right now and all I want to do is fuck you senseless.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

“Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time.”

“I may be crazy but that don’t make me wrong”

“You did all this for me?”

“As long as I have you, I know it’ll all be ok.”

“Hold me closer”

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Trope prompts

An accidental “I love you” slips out

Fairytale au

Stargazing together

Only one bed

Overhearing you have feelings for them (or vice versa)

Barista/coffee shop au

Idiots to lovers

Showing up at the other’s door unexpectedly

Found family

The italicized oh

Grumpy x sunshine

A hug that lasts just a little bit longer than necessary

Dancing together

A short kiss, pulling away to look in each others eyes, then an explosive passionate deep kiss

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[wanderingjedi77]

I’ve got a Bo-Katan fic. Din finding out Bo has a badass wife and enjoys seeing Bo go soft for her even as her wife teases her. Bonus points if you can slot fennec in there somewhere.

Please and thank you

Oh I really like this anon. :) I think I slot fennec in here. So here it is. :) I hope you like it.

Bo-Katan x Fem!Reader (Cyar'ika)

You heard the shooting first, follow by shouts in both basic and Mando'a as you sat in your camp. You were alone, and preferred it that way; unless you were with your wife.

The shots come closer and you move to the edge of the encampment, where you see two Mandalorians and a mercenary?She looks like a mercenary fighting Imperials, storm troopers to be specific, and you sigh.

Who are you to miss out on all the action?

You slip on your helmet, and rush into the battle as the Mandalorian in silver armour gets knocked back towards the others-

The Imperial raises his blaster in the confusion and you rush towards him as you pull out your own blaster-

"Get down!" You shout as you shoot one of the Imperials. You look over and register that flash of blue armour and the owl markings to be your wife, Bo-Katan, before you get slammed to the ground, dropping your weapon in the process. You roll the assailant over and take off his helmet, punching him a few times in the face before grabbing your blaster from where it fell and shooting him.

Wild with adrenaline, you stand up and turn to the other remaining troopers-

Din stayed back, halting in his steps as the female Mandalorian shot one imperial, and then grabbed him hard enough to throw him into the storm trooper as they went tumbling off the cliff into the abyss below. She looked at him and he raised his hands in mock surrender.

"This is the way." He said, and the woman laughed under her helmet as she removed it to reveal a woman with a pretty smile. She glanced past him for a moment. "You must be Din. Bo has told me about you a few times. I can't say her stories get any less interesting."

"You know Bo-Katan?" Din asked, as he heard the others come up behind him.

"Do I ever." You say with a knowing smile. You look at Bo as she approaches and winks, her helmet clipped to her belt. "She's my wife."

Bo throws her arms around you, and you rest your head on her shoulder, relaxing. She holds you tight, and doesn't let go as you pull back.

"Miss me that much?" You ask softly.

"Mhmm just a bit my love." Bo replies, and she turns to look at Din, and Fennec. "That's Fennec, she's been helping Din and I out."

You look at the other woman who nods at you firmly.

"It's nice to meet you." You pull away from Bo and hold out your hand, and Fennec shakes it with a smile. You offer your hand to Din and he does the same, if a bit more formal.

"I didn't know you had a wife." Din questions, but his voice is kind. He seems to enjoy watching you interact.

"I bet you didn't know I was a good warrior either. I've saved Bo more times then I can count." You feel Bo slip an arm around your waist and shiver from the contact.

"I've saved you just as many."

"Just a few..."You tease and she laughs, clearly pleased with your answer. Force, you love her laugh.

"You look at each other like your the only stars in the galaxy." Din remarks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You look at Bo, who has a little smile on her face that reminds you of when you first kissed her, eyes full of love as she replies,

"She is the only light in my life."

"And you are mine." You answer, heart beating fast in your chest at her answer.

"So are we going to investigate or are you two just going to stand there and flirt with each other until the sun rises?" Fennec smirks.

You blush, and Bo kisses your cheek. "I guess we had better get moving." You look at Bo and kiss her properly. "One for the road, you can have more later when were alone."

"Alright Cyar'ika." Bo replies, tilting her head back as she smiles at you, "You can have your way this time."

You blush and laugh nervously. "Thank you princess." You reply softy, using your nickname for her. You always felt nervous and giddy when she called you sweetheart. "I'll make the most of it."

Bo smiles, puts her helmet back on and makes sure you stay close to her as you follow Fennec and Din. She doesn't want to lose you after all.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

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THE RAZOR CREST RANCH SEVEN

Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 |

Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 |

Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

THE CRESTWORLD

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Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 |

Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |

Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15

ON TEMPORARY HIATUS

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[angelwingsl3]

This is the plot of season 3, right? Boba's bringing a new friend to Mandalore after his stint in the bacta tank.

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[oonajaeadira]

LOSING MY RELIGION: CHAPTER 13: THE EXCHANGE

Rating: Mature for series, lighter for this chapter.

Pairing: Post Season 2 Din Djarin x force sensitive reader (fem, post-Order 66 Jedi). Soft, slow burn on both sides, internal struggles and feels. Alternating POV.

Warnings: A little bit of angst, culture shock/differences, Din pushing authority a bit, jealousy, and a whole lot of private feelings burning hot in a public place. A/N: If you’re still reading, thank you so much for your patience. I had to do a little soul searching and make the decision to let Din and Little Bird follow the path that the story calls for. It took me a while to let canon go, but this chapter hit me very unexpectedly. There are beats in this story that weren’t there when I first mapped it out and surprised the hell out of me when I realized where it was leading. The road ahead is a little twisty for Din and LB, but the story always goes where it needs to, when it needs to.

Senaar’ika = Little bird.

There’s more Mando’a spoken, but the translation is eventually given in the storytelling.

Summary: You and Din broker a very important exchange.

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PART 1: DIN DJARIN

Your helmet stands out among the others down below and Din tracks your path through the Tusken camp from his perch on an outcropping of a cliff face above. You’re not going to like this, but it’s the best solution he’s got.

“We’re on a mission here to acquire some resources and take someone into custody,” he explains to his comrade. “The negotiations aren’t something I can hurry along. How much time can you give us.”

Fennec sits with one knee popped up and stares into the distance out over the dunes, her eyes squinting more in calculation than from the bright suns on the sand. She’s a warrior he’s come to respect–a renegade turned team-player--even beyond her capabilities that could land her easily among the best of Mandalorian soldiers and make her a queen among bounty hunters, she’s evolved beyond her need for the Empire. Her ready repayment for a life saved, her loyalty to Boba Fett–and, by extension, himself–is noble in a way he can truly admire. “I can hail at first light tomorrow.”

“The whole day? That’s generous.”

With a half chuckle, the ex-assassin absently tosses away a stone she’s been rolling between her fingers, letting it clack over the clifftop. “What can I say? One of my many qualities.”

Even as his mind works, Din’s absent focus stays on you in the shadow of the rock face, sitting with the child he assumes is the force-sensitive. For some reason, he thought the child would be smaller, but he looks to be halfway to adulthood by his height. Definitely not gonna fit on the speeder with both of you. “The mechanic. Peli Motto. She’s unharmed?”

“Fine for now. They’re keeping her under lockdown but they’re not torturing her.”

“Good,” he huffs with a sardonic laugh. If Peli has guards set on her, then they’re the ones who are probably begging for release right about now. Tapping a few buttons on his vambrace and checking his nav for coordinates and distances, he calculates the time it will take to pack up, get to the drop off, and arrive at the Palace. Of course there will be a pit stop to refuel the speeder, get in a midday meal, exchange pleasantries, ask for favors….

“This would be a whole lot easier if she’d come out to us.”

“Wouldn’t it though. No dice, Mando. Boss hailed back–Bo won’t open herself up to attack. Insists on meeting at the Palace.” Her black eyes glitter behind the open slice of her helmet. “If you want to get in some target practice, we could stash your partner and the quarry somewhere in town and take down the garrison, grab the ship and go. Avoid her completely. Could be fun.”

“It’s only dragging this scenario out. She’s not going to let this go. She’ll just follow us somewhere else; somewhere I don’t have options.”

“I suppose the boss wouldn’t like me disobeying an order either. Ah well,” she sighs back onto her elbows, “buys your friend a little vacation, hm?”

Dank farrik. You’re not going to like this.

To be honest, he doesn’t either.

“You didn’t catch the name of her companion? And it’s not Koska?”

Laying back onto the sun-warmed rock and closing her eyes as her head lands in the cradle of her hands, Fennec hums in thought. “No, it sounds like Koska might be leading the garrison at the docking bay. The Mando that came with Bo Katan definitely isn’t her.”

“Hmm. First light then. I appreciate your help.”

Stretching out like a cat, content to take in the morning suns after a cold evening in the desert, Fennec has nowhere to go and nothing to do as long as Din isn’t following her back to the Palace. “Patience is a virtue. Bo Katan can use the lesson.”

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PART 2: YOU

“That’s good, Uli-ah. Now can you do both stones at once? Try to swap their positions.”

Taking refuge in the shadows by the cliff face and sitting in the sand across from the Tusken foundling, you watch as two pieces of desert shale lift from their positions by the boy’s knees, come together in the air and bump only a little awkwardly before passing at nose level. One of them drops and breaks while the other makes its way to its new spot.

It’s hard.

“Yes, it is, and you almost did it. That’s actually very very good. You must practice often.”

No. I’m not allowed. It frightens the mothers. I make things dance for the other kids sometimes if the mothers can’t see.

“You keep bringing up ‘the mothers.’ Is one of them yours?”

They all are.

“The children are raised by the clan.”

Drawing his knees up and under his chin, Uli-ah hugs himself in tight, burying his face, becoming a little desert-colored ball. It’s not that he goes silent as much as he shows you ideas, images, emotions, everything you need to understand that he is not assigned to one family like the other children are. Uli-ah does not answer to one set of parents or any one mother or father in particular. He is protected by everyone but advocated for by nobody. He learns as part of a group, but is never given wisdom as passed down from parent to child.

He is alone in a crowd.

It’s a wonder that the child hasn’t grown to be dispondend or wild, surprising that he’s quiet and respectful. But it isn’t that he’s neglected or uncared for. Din’s words from the night before begin to stir. The Tuskens aren’t like Mandalorians. He’ll never be paired and never asked to join the fire. He will never truly be one of them.

“How old are you, Uli-ah? How long have you lived among the clan?”

He doesn’t lift his head, his fingers only dig into the cloth of his leg coverings.

Five years I think. There have been five water cycles.

Only five? This tall, gangly, capable child? The answer slams into you and before you can control your surprise it rebounds on him, his hands balling up in fists as yet another adult finds him strange and unusual.

“Hey, hey, hey, friend,” reaching over to his shaking shoulder and laying a warm hand upon it, “it’s okay. That’s a good answer. You’ve learned so much in your young life, I’m only surprised you’re not a little older. You’re very smart and talented for your age.”

The touch, your tone, your praise causes him to bring his head slowly up, his helmet shielding his expression, but his sinking shoulders telling you all you need to know.

“I know some other younglings like you, with abilities like yours. They go to a school for people like us. I could take you to them if that’s what you’d like. But you’d have to leave your home behind. Everything will be new. It’s a long way from here.”

I don’t know what a school is.

“It’s a place where you learn. A training place where someone teaches you how to master your skills. Would you like that?”

Stillness. You can sense a little turmoil, all his thoughts tumbling around without a good tried-and-true way to organize them. This is why the Jedi used to take them as babies; it’s a lot to ask any child. Too young in their development and they’re bonded to their family. Old enough to make the decision and it may be too late to hone their abilities. Five though. Five is so young for such a big decision.

I...would like that. Except….

Uli-ah’s helmet spans slowly, taking in the camp, the sands, the wavering heat at the horizon…

Is it…hotter there? It’s so hot here. Sometimes I can’t breathe.

Is that what he’s worried about? “It’s warm there, but there’s water. Green things. Trees. I suppose you’ve never seen trees. They’re hard to explain–”

I remember trees.

Something about this violently shifts your heart. To be so young and still have fleeting memories of a different place, perhaps a home he once knew….and you find yourself putting your arms around the young force-sensitive, taking no offense to the fact that he does not have any experience of how to embrace you back. ________________

“Well? What did you find out, Captain?”

The midday Tusken meal is taken in the privacy of their tents and that means bringing two bowls of black melon gruel back to your campsite. Din’s made a makeshift lean-to out of your blankets and the speeder–a place to have a little shelter from the high suns and to remove your helmets for the meal–and you hand the bowls off under a flap so that you can crouch and crawl through to the snug space, taking a seat knee to knee with him in the cooler patch of shaded desert.

The surprise is that his helmet already rests in the sand by his hip. His jaw is set, his eye determined. He holds the bowls patiently, waiting as you remove your own bucket.

Something tells you you’re not going to like what he has to say.

“Bo Katan Kryze is here on Tatooine. She’s holed up in the local tradelord’s palace with some of her followers and she has others posted at our docking bay with the Crest in custody.”

“Peli–” you start, but he shakes his head, handing your bowl over.

“She’s okay. They’re just not letting her leave the terminal.”

Suddenly, you couldn’t be less hungry. “Why is Kryze here? For you?”

“Mmyeah,” he says, smacking his lips and squinting after a sip of the bitter broth. “Technically, she’s probably here for the Darksaber. Been tracking us for a while.”

“I thought you told her you weren’t going to fight her.”

“I’m not. But I have to go. She’s causing trouble until I get there. I’m not going to inconvenience my friends over this. I’ve got to go and deal with it.”

There a quick spike of bitterness in your gut from something other than the melon gruel. But you don’t need to feel anything from him to sense his irritation as a valley forms between his eyebrows and he downs more of the broth.

Joining him in your silent meal, watching him as he keeps his eyes on the bowl, you know him too well. There’s something he’s not telling you; it’s best to just keep sipping until he gains the courage. It takes longer than you expect and it’s not until he puts down the empty bowl that he meets your eyes. “You’re not coming with me.”

“What? You’re just going to leave me here? Din, the Darksaber–”

“No,” is what he says, but what he means is Quiet. Let me speak. “The kid you’re talking to. Tell me what’s happening there first.”

Damn. You can sense your Mandalorian is begging you with his whole being to cooperate, and the last thing you want is a fight. “You’re right. He’ll never be one of them. They’ve adopted him into their numbers but not into a family. He’s got an astounding amount of ability and talent for his age...and that’s another thing. He says he’s only five.”

“What?” Shock washes over him in a mirror of your own. “Huh. So. Not human then.”

“No. Being so tall, I thought maybe Kaminoan, but too many fingers. Maybe Weequay. Possibly Wookiee, but I can’t imagine living under all that covering and fur besides. Although he did say it was too hot here…” Stay on topic. “He’s open to going to Luke’s school.”

He sighs. His eyes close and squeeze. The news is expected, but not favored.

“That means we’re back on the clock,” he grumbles as he locks his gaze to yours again. “So it’s my job to make sure you’re both safe. I’m not leaving you here with the Tuskens and I’m not bringing the kid into a palace crawling with power hungry Mandalorians. We’re taking a detour to a mining settlement. I have a friend there. Maybe he can give you two a place to stay for a night or more.”

“Din, why–”

“Speeder won’t carry us all, so Fennec’s gonna help us out. We head out at first light. I’ve already spoken to the elders about that pearl–”

“Wait. You need me with you. That saber–”

“Senaar’ika.” Din doesn’t speak Mando’a often. His whisper stills your tongue. “I’ve spoken to the elders about the pearl. They have an imperfect one they’re prepared to trade if you’re willing to build a saber for them.” When you blink incredulously he explains, “I showed them the Darksaber and what it can do. They can use it for cutting. For defense. It makes glass from the sand and lights fires. It would be a valuable tool for them. I know…” he swallows, “I know it’s an insult to your order. To make a lightsaber for…base reasons…”

It’s risky, putting such a powerful weapon in the hands of those not trained to use it. They could badly harm someone. Or wield it to embolden an attack on innocents. But perhaps you could temper it, shorten the blade, make sure it can’t be used to cause too much harm….

“I’ll do it.” It’s a rough trade, but it will do. And you’re glad to see that he nods, relieved, quick to take up your offer. “Depending on the size of the pearl, a shard of it could power many lightsabers. And I’m happy to make something that’s useful to them.”

“Good. Then while you’re doing that, I’ll negotiate for the child.” He holds up a hand when you open your mouth to protest. “I know. But the women of this clan don’t have final say and you’re not allowed to talk with the men. Trust me. I know what they need to hear.”

If the burn in your cheeks didn’t signal frustration as he takes the lead away from you, then your frown most certainly does. But he’s right. He’s right about everything. Except…

“I don’t want you to leave me behind in the mining settlement. I know you can wield that saber, Din, but my being with you will boost your power with it. It feeds so highly on your emotions. Having someone you love nearby can only help…”

“I understand,” he says, softly. He’s already replacing his helmet, readying himself to go retrieve the pearl so you can get to work. “But you don’t have to be standing next to me to be the one thing I can’t stop thinking about, Little Bird.”

And he slips out of the makeshift shelter, leaving you with cold broth and a pounding heart. ________________

The pearl is about the size of Din’s fist, definitely from a young krayt, and it takes you a little time to figure out how to fracture it without wasting any. Your own lightsaber is up to the task to hew a sliver of it away and you’re able to ascertain that even this small portion holds enough force energy to power a short blade. It will be more unstable than your own kyber, but less mercurial than the Darksaber; a fine beginner’s blade if not a tad loud.

The new utility saber is a good tool, sturdy, powerful. You’re adjusting the final resonance when Din rounds the speeder bike. He’s been gone a good part of the day and the suns sit on his shoulders, winking off his armor, causing you to squint up at him even through your visor to ask, “Well? How’d it go?”

Settling into one hip, his hands come up to rest on his belt and he juts the chin of his helmet at the weapon in your hand. “You got enough to make another one?”

“That’s their offer?”

“That’s their offer.”

Now it’s your turn to sigh as you lock in the final calibrations, your neck and shoulders aching from working half the afternoon on a blanket in the baking sands. “Yeah. More than enough parts. Time though, that’s another issue. I just,” one last twist of the mico-spanner, a click as the final panel fits into place, you toss the finished hilt to him, “I can’t believe that a little boy is worth the same amount to them as a dragon’s gut rock.”

Din catches the piece, ignites the blade, turns it, twists it through the air to hear its low feral howling, then hits the power switch, dimming its vibrating emerald light. “Well, not even as much. Pearl cost us one of these and the rest of our water.” When you make a face he adds, “We should be fine until we reach Mos Pelgo. We can get more there.”

“The water’s not the detail I’m unhappy about.”

Taking a quiet assessment of the mess in front of you–the scattered scrap metal and bits of pearl, the wires and tools and sand, always so much sand–the realization that you’ll have to start all over again and work into the evening is suddenly exhausting.

Even if he's not a force-user, you can see that Din picks up on this and you close your eyes as he moves around and takes a seat on the blanket behind you. After removing your pauldrons, his gloved fingers work into your shoulders and neck, deliciously limbering you, stretching out all the constriction, smoothing down all the coils. Even if it is more military restoration than it is gentle relaxation, it’s what he knows, his way of giving care.

A water bladder lands in your lap. “You haven’t been drinking.”

He’s right. And you take a long draw as his hands pull and prod your muscles, untangling the mess you’ve made of them, letting him heal you and do his bit to protect you from as much hurt as he can.

It isn’t the touch you truly long for–his gloves and your flight suit keep his fingertips from gliding over your skin, your helmets prevent his lips from kissing the back of your neck, beskar and leather cover the chest you so badly would like to sink back into. The way he has twisted your fingers in his own, or dragged his nose behind your ear, or leveraged your thigh with one of his own… It seems a sin that you are being given the gift of his touch and his care and yet, greedy and selfish, you would wish for more.

But perhaps you’re not the only selfish one here. His hands finally flatten out, firm kneading becomes gentle soothing, palms eventually sliding down to cradle your elbows as the ting of his helmet meets the back of your own, and you feel the broad frame behind you slowly fill with air and expel it in a fashion that, had it carried sound, may have been a soft whine.

How gracefully your hearts dance together. How far you’ve both traveled to meet here in this place.

“You should take a break; get up and move around.” Flaying himself from you, Din stands and holds out a gentle hand, beckoning. “Come on. I’d like to meet the kid.”

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Uli-ah works with a few of the other children, almost completely swallowed in bantha fur as they hold up one of the beast’s feet while a herder inspects it. Once that foot has been deemed healthy, the children race to the next foot, jostling and braying laughter as they vie for space to help pick up the next paw while the bantha merely shifts its weight and chews its cud.

Din sits by your side in the hot sand, waiting quietly while the children and the herder finish their task, and then Uli-ah runs your way, ending in a skid on his knees as he comes to a stop almost in your lap.

The elders say I’m going away with you.

“That’s right. We will be leaving at first light tomorrow. Are you ready for an adventure?”

The child bounces on his knees, braying his own kind of laughter, not quite Tusken, but certainly not human.

“I guess that’s a yes,” you laugh, then point to Din. “This is our Captain. He’ll be with us. He flies the ship and protects us.”

The bouncing stops then, and Uli-ah makes a half move, as if he’s going to hide from the Mandalorian behind you, except that Din’s hands cut through the air as he speaks.

“I’ll make sure. You’re safe.”

There’s a slow, renewed interest from Uli-ah as he realizes that he can communicate with this stranger and he raises his own hands into gesture.

You can speak with your hands.

Din chuckles, signs back. “Yes. I’ve talked with your people. For a long time.”

There’s a wave of relief that comes over the boy, some kind of calm knowledge that “his people” are changing, that you and Din will be his people soon.

Then his hands clap and flutter excitedly–

I’m going to go to school!!!!

–before he tosses himself backward onto the sand in a moment of youthful glee.

You don’t know what lifts your heart more, this display of joy, or the sound of Din’s quiet laughter–light and welcoming and calm–coming through the comm.

In the morning every mother in the clan will touch the child’s head as they pass by him in a line. All the men will gather in a group and shout a message of farewell before turning back to their herd. But on the back of the speeder, it is you that Uli-ah will hold tightly. And even before that, it is Din who will help him get situated on the seat, check him over to make sure he’s secure, pat him kindly on the back, and tell him there’s nothing to fear.

Your Mandalorian’s come to understand that there are some who can see through the beskar to the good man underneath. And you can see he’s starting to believe it himself.

Some beliefs, it seems, can take a long time to crack. But belief can also nourish a man in the desert and show a warrior that his milder moments can house another form of strength.

Ahsoka really did choose well for you. And the Darksaber chose well for itself.

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It’s taking all of your concentration to keep the speeder bike at a steady velocity as you whip through the canyon. What you wouldn’t do for a cup of caf.

The second saber build had gone smoother than the first since you had duplicates of many of the same pieces and were able to put something together more easily, but you’d still worked past twilight and then there was packing up the speeder and joining the group for evening meal….

After that, you’d lain awake, curled into Din, listening to his shallow breathing, trying to come up with a valid argument for going with him, each excuse a play more desperate than the one before it. You actually entertained the thought of removing the kyber from the Darksaber while he slept--your most clever plan yet. Except for the fact that the weapon was entirely sealed and getting into it would cause more damage than your honor would let you make.

He’s the Mand’alor. The High Leader. Whether he likes it or not, if he won’t fight or let anyone best him, then he must take up the mantle. If the Mandalorians are gathering, he can’t fail to steer their ship. There’s so much he has to learn about the weapon. Also so much he has to learn about asking for assistance. You think there has to be someone who can tell him this, make him understand how much his level head and moral compass and loyalty to his people are needed. Someone who can teach him to wield the instrument of his leadership….

But your hour of denial is over. Because there is someone.

It’s you.

But who are you to him? You are not his advisor. Not a member of his sect. Not even his…for lack of a better word…queen….

“Used the wrong word. Called you my queen instead of woman. I tried to correct myself and they asked me who you ruled over.”

“Ah. And you said, ‘just me.’”

“Yep.’”

“What did I say about burning out the repulsors, Little Bird?” Din’s voice cuts through your thoughts into your earpiece, bringing your focus back to the task at hand, and you ease off on the throttle so Fennec’s speeder can catch up to yours.

From the moment the suns broke the horizon, Uli-ah has been attached to you–literally refusing to loosen his clutch of your flight suit–the realization sinking in that he’s leaving behind everything he’s ever known and keeping close to the best constant he has. So it only made sense that he’d ride with you, and Din would pair with Fennec.

She’s an intimidating one, Fennec Shand. Din mentioned that she’d been an assassin for hire in the Imperial days, that he’s never known anyone who can beat her skill or match her tenacity. And you believe him; she has eyes like a lothcat and a body like a loaded pulse rifle, always watching, seemingly always ready to strike. But there’s a sparkle to her too, an allure that draws you in like bait for the snare.

He’s known her longer than you. The bond between them is strong. A bond between friends, between warriors. You can sense his high regard for her. He’s holding onto her waist so nonchalantly…

Well this is a new feeling. You shake it off and find a constructive distraction.

“How are you doing back there, padawan?”

This is fun! It goes so fast! What’s a padawan?

“It’s an old word. It means you are in training to be a master of the powers you have. The old word for those powers was ‘force,’ and they called the masters Jedi.”

You are Jedi?

“Well. Something like that.” Leaning the speeder around a curve in the canyon, you similarly bend the subject. “You’re going to join other kids like you. I can’t wait for you to meet Shiari and Grogu. They’re gonna be so happy to have a new friend.”

It would be easy to miss it over the whine of the speeder bike–a soft sigh. You keep forgetting that the comm is open. And any mention of Grogu is always bittersweet for Din.

He misses the little one so much. It’s evident that he’s happy that Grogu’s safe and learning, that he’s where things are best for him. But it still twists your heart. Din went from being alone to being a father at hyper warp–taking to it like a Gungan to water–and something about that makes you smile.

Grogu’s ability to charm the mighty warrior. Din’s sleeping heart opening for him, blooming like a hundred-year codaflower in Grogu’s warm spring. Except for the danger of his lifestyle, Din makes a good father. Any kid would be lucky to have him. Even beyond your feelings for him, his devotion makes it an honor to be serving the mission with him.

“Little Bird.”

Oops. “Sorry. Just wanna get there, I guess,” your excuse is accompanied  by the return to a manageable speed. Again.

“We’ll be hitting Mos Pelgo soon. Don’t tear up the town on your way in.”

“Telling me what not to do only tests my willful streak, Your Highness.”

“I’m aware.” There’s a low warning in his voice, but also a smirk. “I’m willing to make it an order if that’s the motivation you need.”

Slowly swiveling your visor in his direction, you watch as he does the same to you. A playful tease.

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

And without turning away, you punch the throttle, defiantly taking the lead, Uli-ah roaring in excitement behind you even as he holds on for dear life. ________________

Mos Pelgo is a quiet settlement, barely big enough to be called anything other than an outpost. Moisture farms flicker in and out of the distance through the waves of heat in a constellation surrounding a one-street center, a short line of earthen structures topped in domes and rods, connected by a boardwalk lifted off the dusty path. The few dust-coated people out and about stop and stare as you coast by, involuntarily shrinking back away from the path. Not that you can blame them. They seem peaceful and it’s not surprising that they might be startled by a band of armored strangers coming in, a Tusken in their mix. Din mentioned that the townsfolk might be wary of Tuskens, but assured that his friend Cobb would vouch for the kid.

What he didn’t tell you is that once they saw his armor, they would lift their hands in a friendly wave. It seems they know him here.

Pulling up outside a cantina, the four of you peel yourselves from your seats with varying degrees of stretching and sighing, your spine aching to be upright and your feet thankful for a chance to be on solid ground. Din and Fennec head up the stairs and you start to follow, but there’s a tug at your elbow.

Is this the school?

“Not yet. We have to travel a long long way, but the Captain has to do a job first and he can’t protect us for the next couple of days. We’re going to stay here with a friend where it’s safe.”

If a Tusken mask can look baleful, Uli-ah achieves it with a long, slow look up and down the settlement path.

“Hey. I promised you a school and you’re going to get one. We might not get there for a while, but you’ll be with me the whole way and guess what.”

You’ll teach me?

“You bet I will. I told you you were smart. You wanna go inside and see if our new friend is there?”

Yes.

Steps are a new concept and Uli-ah takes a cautious step up, and up again, bringing one foot up to meet the other before continuing onto the next. At the top, he considers the short flight of two whole stairs, then steps back down and down. Then he takes the steps one at a time, up and down. Once he runs up a third time you catch him around the shoulders before he can give it another go and give him a playful jostle, guiding him inside as he squeezes his fists in victorious joy.

After the glare of the desert, it’s comparatively dark in the cantina, so you instinctively pull off your helmet.

This is your first mistake.

And sets off a chain of events.

Uli-ah, not accustomed to your helmetless face, stops behind you in the entryway.

Mother, you’re–

He shrieks.

It’s unsafe, mother!

Before you can course correct–calm him or apologize for shifting culture so quickly or even take the time to correct his default of name for you–the Weequay behind the counter reacts fiercely to the the child, pointing and shouting–

“Out! We don’t want trouble here! We have a pact! Out!”

“No, wait–” Din turns sharply to the barkeep, but the damage has been done and the child bolts awkwardly from the cantina out into the light, smashing his shoulder against the port frame as he goes and wailing his way down the boardwalk.

You make a quick gesture to Din as you follow–it’s okay, I’ll get him–and leave your Mandalorian to locating his friend.

By the time you get eyes on him, Uli-ah’s a couple of buildings away–poor boy must be so confused right now–when a tall, old man steps out from one of them, seemingly summoned by the commotion, and the two collide, the boy falling off the boardwalk into the dust, then trying to scramble backward, all heels and palms and elbows.

The man’s good natured, going after the boy and trying to help him up, but it only scares him more. “Whoa there. Hey. Hey there, kid, it’s alright. I’m not tryin’ to hurt you.” Once he gets the boy up and starts dusting him off, Uli-ah struggles to break free, but the man easily holds him, kneeling down to the kid’s level to keep from being a threat. “Hey hey hey. It’s okay. You lost son? Where’s your tribe?”

“I’m so sorry. He’s under my care.” As you converge with them and take Uli-ah’s hand, the child turns and slams into you, hiding his face in your side, holding on with shaking hands. “It’s okay, padawan. Nothing’s gonna happen to you if you stick with me, okay?”

Your second mistake was assuming the man is elderly on account of his grey hair and beard, but when you hold a hand out to help him up, you’re greeted by lively dark eyes and a particularly wry and charming grin. Oh yes, he takes your hand, but puts no weight on it as he stands, only holds it firmly, a handshake that is warm but…unending.

“Ma’am,” he says respectfully, but with a rather rakish sparkle to it, and you catch sight of the stripes on his belt. A Republic Ranger. A welcome sight out here for you, but might cause problems for Din. “You and your friend are new faces around here. I’m the marshal. How can I assist you?”

“I’m, ah, I’m,” stars, that’s some smile. ”I’m here with my partner and his associate. We’re looking for a friend of his. There was a misunderstanding at the cantina and my charge here got a little scared.”

“Well, let’s go see if we can sort this out. If I might escort you…” Instead of releasing your hand, he draws it smoothly under and around his forearm, and in your shock–a little bemused, a little offended–your final mistake is allowing it. And so in this manner, you arrive back at the Cantina, arm in arm with the marshal, pulling Uli-ah along by the hand.

“There he is,” the Weequay nods to your trio as two helmets turn.

“Heard there was a misunderstanding in here with this pretty lady and the young one, is that the way of things, Weequay?”

“Yes, Marshal, my misunderstanding. Won’t happen again.”

The marshal, nodding, turns his attention to Din and Fennec. “Welcome back, Mando. These two belong to you?”

Ah. So you’ve run into the man Din was looking for. All should be well, but something feels off. Din stands still, squared to the three of you, feet in a wide, stable stance. His answer is taking a long time to come. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was in confrontation mode, as if he was going to have to make a tactical move at any second. It’s easy to assume for a moment that perhaps these two aren’t as friendly as you were led to believe.

But the assumption and the tension break as the Mandalorian steps forward to the marshal, each clasping the others’ forearm in a brotherly handshake, “Vanth” and “Mando” exchanged with nods, and a bonus smile on Cobb’s part. Friends indeed then.

Stretching out with your feelings though, there’s an anomaly rolling around in Din, something faintly protective. Something that’s bitten off by his terse, “Yes. These two are mine.”

When the marshal drops your hand and swaggers loose and lanky over to a nearby table, it’s only then that Din’s muscles relax, that he shifts slowly to one hip, that his hand leaves off the habitual hover near his blaster and hooks itself into his belt.

It’s all you can do not to gape.

You’ve never seen Din jealous before.

But that seems to be melting swiftly as he takes a seat by his friend. Cobb Vanth orders a full round from the proprietor, and leans forward over the table, grinning a whole galaxy full of teeth in the mirror of Din’s visor and declares, “Sure would like to know what skugbunny you followed to find yourself all the way out here again.”

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Fennec stands in the light, her svelte figure like a knife stuck in the sand, finding less commotion outside where she can send a communique to her boss. You can hardly blame her; Cobb is a loud talker and Uli-ah has found distraction in a pair of sabacc dice which he throws over and over, clattering across the table as he plays a game he’s making up on the spot, cheating against himself every once in a while with a subtle force push of a die, although you’re the only one who notices.

After his economical explanation to Cobb, Din passes his glass to you, something he does often now in public places, allowing you to drink what he cannot. “What I’m looking for is shelter for my partner and her charge here. Refills on supplies. Fuel. I’m willing to pay.”

“So what’s the favor then?” The marshal squints, taking a swig of his spotchka.

“I want no harm to come to these two,” Din says, tilting his helmet in your direction. “I’m bound to protect them, but I need to go take care of something. Should be back within a day.”

“So you’re looking for a security detail,” he says, finishing the cup. “You got it. No problem. I’ll look after them personally.” A cheeky wink punctuates the offer.

That odd twinge rises in Din again, like smoke from a too hot fire, and you lay a hand on his knee under the table. “Uli-ah and I won’t cause you any trouble, marshal. This seems like a peaceful place you keep here. We should be able to manage alright.”

Cobb misinterprets your polite decline of babysitting as an act of humble courtesy. “It’s no trouble at all, ma’am. We don’t have any public lodgings here in Freetown, but I’ve got a room. It’s yours. Nowhere safer.”

There’s nothing to say that wouldn’t seem rude.

“That’s…very generous. The boy and I are grateful for a place to stay.”

“Right then,” Cobb slaps his hand on the table, using it to push him up off his chair. “I’ll go scare up some water reserves for your journey.”

There’s silence at the table when he leaves, broken only by the rattle of dice on its surface as Uli-ah tries over and over again to break his top score. Din stares off after the marshal, but hesitates to follow. Something’s on his mind.

You wager a guess.

“Din. We’ll be okay. There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

“I’m not…jealous.”

You squeeze his knee. “This could all be avoided if you let us come with you–”

“No.” He finally draws in a long breath, exhales, and turns the visor to you. “I want you safe. You’ll stay here. That’s an order.”

“An…order?”

“We’re on the job and I call the shots when it comes to your safety.”

“Yes, but–”

There’s movement outside at the speeders, a woody thud and scrape as a water camtono is deposited and then picked up from the boardwalk.

He doesn’t let you finish, standing and holding out a hand to help you up. “I’ve got to get the supplies packed in.”

Something’s turned off in him. The courtesy’s there, but he’s doing his best to control his emotions....

To hide them from you.

“Come on, Uli-ah. We’ll see the Captain off and then we’re going to stay with Marshal Vanth for a couple of days, okay?” By the time you tear the youngling away from his new toys, the corner of Din’s cape is disappearing out the door.

Kriff. This is bad. Something’s wrong and he can’t leave like this. He can’t take this uncertainty with him.

Taking a seat on a crate while they prep Fennec’s speeder, you just stay out of the way and observe. Cobb chatters cheerfully at the assassin, bringing out supplies from the storehouse, exchanging old tarps for new, handing over a fuel hose. But Din keeps out of the conversation, silently busies himself with a last minute tune up of the vehicle.

He’s removed his packs from Fennec’s bike–both to facilitate a more strategic repack and to access a panel behind one of the side compartments–and they sit propped up against the boardwalk nearby.

That’s it.

There’s something you need to do.

Sidling over to his packs and reaching out with your feelings, you search for the thrum of kyber. There it is. It’s easy to locate the Darksaber and extract it from the pack. You place it in your lap, covering it with the end of your tunic.

Uli-ah’s found some whomp rats living under the boardwalk and you watch as he plays with them, running to one side when they do, and trying to beat them to the other side when they change course.

After a short while, Din closes up the hatches and reattaches the spanner to its flank seating. Then he makes his way over to you, silently retrieves his packs, and returns to the speeder, taking a long time tying them down.

It’s only when everything’s ready to go and there’s nothing more to keep him away, he comes back and lays a hand on your cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Leaning into his hand and trapping it with one of your own, you hold up the Darksaber with the other. “You need to concentrate, Din.” His short, frustrated sigh only pushes your resolve further. “You’re not the only one with a duty of care, mister. This blade is tricky and you need all the help you can get.”

“I’ll be okay, Little Bird.”

“Not if you leave in the state you’re in. I know you’re not angry at me, but you’re uncomfortable leaving me here and you can’t leave like that. This weapon,” you whisper urgently, pressing the hilt into his palm, “won't listen to you unless your feelings are sharp. You’ll need its emotional boost to tap its whole potential and gain mastery over it. I can’t send you off like this. I won’t. I need you to know you have nothing to worry about.”

He’s silent for a moment, choosing his words. “I’m not worried. Not about you.”

He means it, you can hear it, but he’s still not content with leaving you. It’s not just another man finding you attractive, there’s something in him that’s warring. Not quite fear, something closer to insecurity, confusion…

...and you realize that he hasn’t grappled with feelings like this before.

Then it’s time. Set him up for success.

You’ll do anything to help him, to protect him.

To ensure he uses this weapon with love.

This won’t be difficult.

On the contrary, it’s the easiest decision you’ve ever made.

Placing one hand over his on the saber, and the other on his breastplate right above his heart, you look him calm in the eye and pour all your confidence and affection into the words–

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”

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PART 3: DIN

The way you bravely face challenges. How you deftly handle your weapon. The way you inject a sense of playfulness into his orbit, your entry into his world a lively ignition to what feels like a whole new epoch in his life.

Life before your arrival, and life after. Not many have affected him like this. Changed his mind and heart like this. He can only think of one other.

But this connection is different from the bond he shares with Grogu. This one is unique, it comforts and calms him, makes him feel worthy as a man and a Mandalorian, meets him as an equal and captures his wonder in ways he wouldn’t have anticipated.

You never cease to amaze him. Even now.

He has witnessed Mandalorian courtships out of the periphery of his everyday life, seemingly never taking much notice, believing it was never meant for him.

But he did take note. Secretly. Resigned. He noticed those who grew up together and took their time. He noticed couples that seemed to range from rivals to friends to bonded in the matter of days. There didn’t seem to be a pattern, no guidelines on the right way to find your partner, or how long it might take to declare a joining.

With you… he doesn’t know what you might expect from him. Din doesn’t quite understand your old creed–the rejection of attachments–how tightly you hold it and how much of it you’ve already broken for him.

Because he loves you. In a way that’s perplexing. Your love came to him, and his to you, meeting in the middle of the battlefield. But there was no skirmish, no treaties, just a foregoing of pretense, and open arms.

Simple. Beautiful. Like everything you do.

Perhaps he felt like he was betraying that simplicity–that openness, that trust–when Vanth rounded the doorway wearing you and your new foundling on his arm. It wasn’t as simple as jealousy and a twist of the heart, but the hot flash of possession that flamed behind the beskar, growling from deep within him.

Attachment.

Mine.

While he was grateful and happy to claim you as his own as far as you gave yourself, to protect you and serve you, to meet your affection with his own, he had no right to chain you to him, to claim you so thoroughly that you could not be free in order to flourish. He would never ask you to form an attachment that would fracture your faith.

He didn’t and doesn’t think for a moment that you have any interest in Vanth. Or anyone but himself.

But the flash of emotion was dangerous. Selfish. Not the kind of love you deserve.

And yet, you still accept it. You perceive it because you know him. And you accept it.

And now you’re speaking words that are not only true…they’ve been true from the beginning of this whole damn venture.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” You repeat the words, only a little worry sneaking into your voice now because he hasn’t answered you, hasn’t spoken…dank farrik, how long has he been standing here in shock?

How long has he believed he would never receive those words?

All that’s necessary is a repetition.

It’s only words.

But it’s everything.

Which is what he’s always wanted to give you.

So he makes the exchange. Quietly. Simply. Sincerely.

"We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."

And he can feel it. He can feel the love and concern you have for him. He can feel your trust. It pushes into him like a warm wave, flowing through all the way back to the beginning. The throughline of that first night he walked you home–I’ll be your armor–to the moment when he outfitted you with some of your own, to now as you use your whole self to send him off with armor more resilient than beskar and a reminder when he wields the saber just who gave him that gift.

Clutching your hand at his chest, he squeezes tightly as the wave washes back through him, gritting his teeth behind the visor, the emotions silently taking their toll.

To everyone else, the armor says he is a stoic warrior, his silence is his strength.

But standing here, now, in front of you, he might as well be unmasked, might as well be naked and screaming; he knows your heart can sense the riot in his, even if you can’t see his face.

There’s quiet on the street. Uli-ah’s stopped playing with the womp rats and stands staring from a distance. Fennec and Vanth are waiting for him at the speeder. And yet, he can’t seem to move, can’t seem to leave you.

So you lay hands on his helmet and pull him closer, gently tapping your forehead against the cold metal. “Go. The sooner you go, the sooner you come back to me.” ________________

They’ve lost a little time, but by the position of the suns, they should still make the palace by nightfall.

“So Fett’s taken over the crime syndicate?”

“Not quite,” Fennec shouts over the roar of her speeder and the rush of the wind. “Boba’s interested in striking a deal with Madame Garza in Mos Espa. Going to set up protections. Territories. Wants to undo some wrongs he’s made in the past.”

That’s noble. He’s an odd man, Fett. Unpredictable. But there’s no reason Din can see for saying it out loud, and so he reserves his words, focuses instead on the shifting sands.

“That was a tense parting with your partner back there,” Fennec pokes, taking advantage of the silence.

“Yeah. Riduurok.”

“Is that serious?”

“From what I’ve been told, it can be.”

Fennec deftly maneuvers the speeder around a small minefield of rocky outcroppings before turning her head over her shoulder and side-eyeing him curiously through the slit in her helmet, “From what you’ve been told–?”

“I don’t know,” Din says, his vocoder barely audible over the slur of the world going by, not caring much who hears it other than himself, “I’ve never heard anyone else actually speak those words. There aren’t usually witnesses at a Mandalorian wedding.” ________________

To be continued.

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Yandere Star Wars someone hurting their so?

S/O going to be on their full protection yeyeye

Stand back

Yandere!Star wars x reader

summary: You’re getting an injury and you need to retreat, what will they do?

warning: typos, bad grammar  

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Anakin Skywalker

I’m pretty much sure he’ll fight faster and get you hidden as fast as possible

He’ll make sure to put you in a comfortable position if he needs to continue fighting the droid so he can open a way for both of you to get out

If you’re able to look at Anakin’s behavior while fighting, you could see his moves and his face is filled with rage, but you’re getting hut, you only focused to stay alive and relying yourself on him

let’s just say, he can’t control his anger the second he finds you getting shot by the droids

so why doesn’t he destroy them all?

with that much power pushed by anger and revenge for you, it’s easy to take care of such a mere droid.

he could never forgive those who hurt you.

but his mood changes when he approaches you and looks at you, he doesn’t want to scare you.

“You okay? alright keep your eyes open, we’re not far from the ship”

if you can’t walk, he’ll carry you in piggyback ride position or bridal style depending on the location of your injuries.

while resting on the medbay or on the ship, he’ll comfort you 24/7

“hold on dear, just hold on, look at me, don’t worry”

“you’re the one worrying so much Anakin”

“Well because if you do, I don’t know what should I do next”

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Obi-wan Kenobi

this man is caring

retreat as soon as possible together so he could give you first treatment, then if he could avoid fighting, he’ll try to avoid it, but if he can’t he’ll guide you getting out and taking care of the rest

he wants you to avoid the battlefield as fast as possible

so you could get treatment faster.

well he doesn’t do revenge

correction- not now

I mean if it’s droid then maybe he’ll let it pass

but someone recognizable? mhm mhm

yeah he will remember their face forever, until they’re dead, at least.

the next time he meets the one who hurt you the last time, he’ll make sure they’re dead.

like dead. he needs to see them dead in front of his eyes

but when it’s the time you get your treatment he’ll be on your side all of the time until you feel better

but you both don’t make physical contact, to avoid people knowing about your relationship.

“You’re okay, you’re going to be okay, it’s fine, hang on”

he’ll feel bad because he can’t hold your hand to calm you down, but you both want to avoid the risk, so you’re fine with that

it’s just him that feels bad

so when you’re able to get out from the medbay, and in a private time, he’ll hold you and make sure he doesn’t touch your injuries at all to make you feel comfortable.

it’s not you who asked to be cuddled and hold, it’s him that needs reassurement that you’re fine, that you’re now able to be in his arms, honestly he does it without him even realizing, he does that to make himself feel better.

because I’m sure he’s scared inside, it’s just his face and feeling don’t match each other lmao

the next time you go on a mission, he’ll question whether you really need to go to the mission, even though you’re with him.

but when you said yes, he’ll let you go, but told you to inform him before and after you start your mission.

next time something like that happened again, guess he needs to start using the strict way instead, just to keep you safe.

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Luke Skywalker

he’ll panic inside and outside the moment you get injured

“OH SHIT Y/N RETREAT RETREAT”

Honestly he made the situation get worse

Han would scold him later like “DON’T PANIC IN FRONT OF THE ENEMY, IT’LL HELP THEM KILL YOU”

“BUT Y/N GET SHOT”

“IT’S NOT LIKE THERE ARE NO OTHER PEOPLE TO HELP THEM, THERE’S ME, LEIA, AND THEMSELF TO HELP THEMSELF.”

“da kark stop screaming or I’ll shove your mouth with this lightsaber like you sucking di-”

retreat as fast as possible

at one point he’s confused about whether to retreat or fight until the end, blame the pressure around him ngl

okay maybe this one fits for ANH Luke

but I’ll give you the ROTJ Luke that suits Yandere Luke...

I mean he’s still panicking, but he knows what to do

place you somewhere safe, place a kiss on your forehead before he’s back to the battlefield to open a way or maybe... fulfilling his revenge that he doesn’t even realize it’s a revenge

he’s stupid I know

sometimes he’s ignoring the whole karking Jedi code without him even realizing

has I told you guys he’s stupid?

but not really that kind of stupid, I must say.

but he’s a sweet, gentlemen, perfect man so I forgive him.

“Stay here alright? I’ll meet you again soon, in a blink of your eye”

cheesy of him but he kept his words

he fasts af bro

you blink the second time, he already carrying you, holding you tightly, placing another kiss on your forehead the second time to calm you down

honestly he’s calming himself by kissing you

very much like Obi-wan

like padawan like the master.

when you get your treatment, he holds your hand most of the time, making sure to you that you’ll be fine

once again he’s just couraging himself that you will be fine, just to calm himself down.

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Din Djarin (my first time writing him I’m sorry)

this man was confused about which one to do first

treat you or vanishing the enemies

sometimes he picks it randomly

okay maybe based on your injuries

but for your information, he’ll make you retreat even though you only got a scratch

because his theory would be like: you get hurt - stay fighting will make you lose focus because of the injury -> get hurt even more -> dies -> he’ll be alone.

well.

what can I say?

just because he seems calm every time on his job or needs to fight doesn’t mean he’s not panicking.

but behind that tin helmet and his face, I’m 100% sure that he’s super panicking like it’s the end of the world

but you’re his world though...

his feelings and face don’t match him like Obi-wan

he doesn’t care anything at the moment but you

so when they’re able to be back, he’ll immediately grab bacta spray and other supplies

told you to rest 

no, don’t even think to get up from where you are

if you need anything just ask him

just don’t. get. up.

“Sleep, you’ll need that for tomorrow”

he’ll hold you in the middle of the night for a moment

he felt grateful you’re still here with him

and the morning, he’ll not wake you up until you wake up by yourself

he also prepares medical supplies in case there might be some other injuries that you don’t even realize yesterday.

he prepares breakfast too

force you to eat them all

he even shares his portion

caring guy <3

will not let you go on a mission or hunting for the next 2-3 weeks.

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Fennec Shand (Not as bad as Din ones cause I got a friend with an exact personality like her)

this woman will shoot everyone in her sight and then calm you down

“stay here, I’ll be right back.”

at first she only wants to open a way so you both could retreat, but she just can’t control herself being mad at the enemy, I mean not just the one that hurt you, but every single one of it.

yes, everyone.

no mercy for yandere Fennec 

but sometimes she realizes that she still has you to take care so she’ll end up just opening that way for you

when she helps you walk away from the battlefield, I could feel like she’s shooting one of the dead corpses, just in case

even though they’re truly dead, she still hasn’t satisfied yet. 

if her enemy seeks revenge...

don’t worry, she already prepared herself 

because she seeks revenge as well lmao

this time she has no mercy

yeah she never got any mercy for the enemy before

the difference is she got more brutal and violent

and everyone dead

happy ending

but when she comes back, she’ll be by your side throughout the recovery

sweet Fennec exists for her darling only

yey

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[manofbeskar]

happy new year

(inprnt)

#another piece based on my culture :) #chinese new year! #dincobb #din x cobb #din djarin #cobb vanth #grogu #fennec shand #peli motto #boba fett #team tatooine #my art

[deni-sova]

I have a lot of thoughts about the mandalorian season 3, but this is one that i really want to share: if you decided to shift focus from din djarin to bo katan or mandalorians in general - this is sad, but please, please, PLEASE for the love of maker, do not erase din, do not just remove him from the show, please, just transfer him to the book of boba fett, boba will take good care of him, din fits there really well, he can be a side caracter in boba's story, just let him raise his kid in peace with auntie peli and aunt fennec

I just care about din so much

As we all do

My rant is over

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