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UUHHH CHAPTER FIFTEEN WHEN THEY’RE IN THE BASE AND INSTEAD OF MAYFIELD ITS READER OWO

ASFJK THIS IS A GOD TIER CONCEPT

(For my longtime readers - this does not take place in my regular Mandalorian x Jedi! Reader series.)

Brown Eyes - Din Djarin x Reader

This had been a bad idea from the start.

You knew Din would do anything to get the kid back - hell, you would. But still... walking into an Imperial base? With the Mandalorian, aka the king of overreactions? Yeah. Didn’t think so.

But you had agreed, all the same. They - he, and Fennec, and Cara - had needed you. You were an ex-Imperial, something the Mandalorian had worked very hard to reconcile himself to... and you would like to think that he had. After all, the two of you had been together now for two months.

But you still hadn't seen his face.

Not that you expected to, ever. It was a constant ache for you - all you wanted was to rip off the helmet and see what he looked like underneath. You’d tried, a few times, while he was asleep - being the sneaky Imperial that you still sort of were. But every time, you’d found a blaster rifle being lowered under your chin, and you’d groan and know you were caught. So by this point, you had pretty much given up on ever knowing what he looked like. And it didn’t... really matter. You were pretty - at least, he said so - but you didn’t want a partner who was only physically attractive. Years in the Empire had taught you that looks didn’t matter much. What matters is what is underneath.

And oh, you wanted to see what was underneath so badly.

But you resolved not to bring it up now. The Mandalorian was shaken - he’d realized he couldn’t send you in alone, it was too heavily guarded. And no one else could go with you, or their faces would match with the scanner.

So he had elected to go.

“Well,” you said, watching Din awkwardly step toward you, wearing a light stormtrooper suit, “If it’s any consolation, you look great.” He groaned, and you realized, strikingly, it was the closest you had ever come to hearing his real voice. Imperial helmets were nowhere near as heavy as Beskar.

You opened the door of the vehicle, climbing into the driver’s seat. Din had sat beside you, looking very unsure of himself.

And so, you drove.

Drove on, and on, for minutes that felt like hours, past endless fields of sand. You wished he’d talk to you, but you knew he was only thinking about two things: One, the Child, and Two, how stupid he looked. Din Djarin might have been one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy, but he was a lot more insecure than the rest of them.

“You doing okay?” “...Yes.” A short answer. But, still, an answer.

“I’m going to take my helmet off,” you said, quietly, and looked at him, as if for approval. You didn’t really know why - he’d seen your face before, of course. So you pulled it off, shaking your hair out. “Dank ferrik, it’s impossible to breathe in it - especially when it’s so kriffing hot-”

“Language,” he chided, out of habit, and he turned around to look at the Child. Before realizing, of course, that he wasn’t there, and no amount of wishing or regretting would bring him back. You knew, in that moment, that you had to keep Din distracted. You just had to.

“Hey,” you intoned, tapping him on the shoulder. “Hey, tell me about...” You swallowed.

“What you look like.” Oh, that distracted him, all right.

“C’mon, don’t clam up.” “We’ve talked about this before.” “Not enough. I can’t picture you.” He sighed.

“Unmemorable. Dark hair. I hardly ever shave.”

“Tell me more.” “That’s all there is.” “Eye color?” He hesitated.

“I... I can’t.” “Why?” “The spirit of the Creed is that no one knows what I look like. That’s why we’re not meant to take off our helmets.” “Yeah? Well, guess what? You just took off your helmet.” “...What?” “You did! You took off your Mandalorian helmet and put on a trooper’s.” “This is... different.” “How so?”

“It just is.” You snorted.

“Yeah, it is because you say it is.”

“Why is this upsetting you?” “Oh, I don’t know - maybe I find it the least bit upsetting that the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, won’t... won’t even tell me what color his eyes are!”

He was silent.

“You... you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” “Of course I do, I-I love you.” You reached over and patted his helmet, awkwardly, wishing you could ruffle his hair. You tried to withdraw your hand, and he held it.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry.” In that moment, you knew he was saying ‘sorry’ for a lot of things. Sorry for the life you could never have, things he couldn't give you. But you never wanted any of those things. You just wanted him.

“Control, this is Juggernaut Three, we might be coming up on some interference-”

“Control! Control!”

That was the exact second that everything went to hell.

The vehicles around you began to explode, and the communicator began filled with the sounds of screaming.

“If the rhydonium is still stable-” the Mandalorian said, trying to keep you calm.

“Juggernaut Five, maintain speed and course... proceed with caution-”

"Proceed with caution?” you shouted, irritably, remembering exactly why you hated the Empire. And, also, the genocides, and all that bad stuff. “Is she serious?”

A group of alien pirates showed up on your control screen, and Din grabbed his blaster.

“Are you seriously shooting a blaster near that rhydonium, Djarin?” You hollered.

“They have thermal detonators.” “Oh, terrific.”

“Just keep it steady.” “Just keep them off us!” Din lobbed one of the thermal detonators back at them. “They’re trying to blow the rhydonium!” “Oh, you think? Damn it, Din, you should’ve left me in the cell where you found me-”

And, right then, Din’s blaster ran out, and you felt one of the pirates go under the vehicle, then another. You stuck your head out the window.

“L/N! Pick it up! Drive faster!”

You glanced at the fuel level.

“I don’t think faster’s a good idea!”

Panicked, you hit the brakes. “What are you doing-”

The sounds of a fight commenced, and you glanced outside to keep an eye on Din while keeping the speed low, and -

Wow. They almost had his helmet off.

Until, thank the Maker, you supposed, the Mandalorian fought them off, and the barge went out in an explosion. You couldn’t help but think about how close you had come.

“Uh-h-h... Mando, I have to stop - I can’t cross at this speed-” Oh, great. More pirates - and TIE fighters.

“Never thought I’d be happy to see stormtroopers,” you muttered, and he glanced over at you. He knew what the Empire had put you through, and he was conscious of what you had to live with.

You steered the vehicle into the bay, dodging crowds of congratulatory stormtroopers when you realized you had left your helmet on the ship. Wouldn’t be a problem, you supposed. No one here would know your face.

“Okay,” you said, calmly, and quietly. “Now... all we have to do is find a terminal - it’s probably in the officer’s mess.”

It indeed was.

“There it is,” you said, nodding to him.

“Good luck.” You turned to go in, and locked eyes with someone - oh, kriff. You spun around, back to Din, secretly wishing you could run back to the ship.

“...I can’t go in there.” “Why not?”

Din Djarin’s famous impatience was showing.

“That’s Valin Hess.” “Who?” “Valin Hess. I used to serve under him.” “Will he recognize you?”

“...I don’t know. I was just a field operative, but I’m not taking the chance.” You looked up at him, feeling ashamed. “It’s over.”

He stopped you.

“Let’s just do this quick, and we can get out of here.”

“I can’t do it, okay? We have to abort - I’m sorry.”

Sorry.

The same word Din had thrown back at you earlier.

He stopped you again.

“No, I can't. If we don’t get those coordinates, I’ll lose our kid forever... give me the data stick.”

“It’s not gonna work,” you confided. “In order to access the network... the terminal has to scan your face.” You swallowed. You felt awful about doing this to him, really. You wanted to be there, you’d do anything for him. But the idea of facing Hess again was too much. And besides, it wasn’t just because of you. If Hess recognized you, Din would be sent to prison too - maybe even executed. You tugged on his sleeve.

“Let’s go, Din.”

“Give it to me.” “What?”

He grabbed it out of your hand, and you stood, stunned, watching as he strolled into the room -

And removed his helmet.

You could only see the back of his head, for now, and you sure as hell weren’t looking away. Not while you had him, truly, for the first time. You wanted to remember this - that is, if the two of you got out of here alive.

“Trooper!” Hess shouted to him. “Hey, trooper!”

Kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff -

Din looked to him, and now you could see more, but only in profile.

“Pay attention when a superior addresses you. What’s your designation?” You could see Din gulp. “Transport crew,” he said, without his helmet’s voice modulator, and you were sure it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

“What?”

“My designation is Transport Copilot.” That voice again.

“No, son. What’s your TK number?” “My TK number... is...” You had to do something. So you ran in, rushing to Din’s side. For the first time ever, you could see how your heights matched up without the armor.

Perfect. As you’d expected.

“This is my Commanding Officer TK-593, sir,” you said quickly, and gave Din a look of reassurance. “I’m Imperial Combat Assault Transport Lieutenant TK-111, sir - I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up to him a little bit, since his vessel lost pressure in Taanab.”

True story, actually. But Din had miraculously survived without the hearing loss.

“What’s your name, Officer?”

Din looked terrified, and you realized, as you stood there, you could really see him. Square jaw. The stubble, as promised - dark hair, too. But his face, not unmemorable, like he said. Beautiful.

Din Djarin - your Din Djarin - was beautiful. Suddenly, you felt queasy for a whole other reason - not nervousness, but a rush of affection.

And... oh.

His eyes. Soulful, and honest, and-

You realized you’d waited too long, given Din a chance to give his name that he had apparently not taken.

“Uh, we just call him Brown Eyes,” you said, quickly. “Isn’t that right, Officer?”

Quietly, you cursed yourself for the answer - you’d been in the Empire. No one would ever have a nickname like that, it was far too affectionate.

But Din looked at you, all the same, and nodded.

“C’mon, let’s go fill out those TPS reports, so we can go recharge the power coils-” “You’re not dismissed.” Din froze. You thought he might have a heart attack, and you really didn’t want to have to drag an unconscious Mandalorian out of an Imperial mess hall.

“You the tank troopers that delivered the shipment of rhydonium?”

“Yes, sir.” “Yes, sir,” Din answered after you, looking to you for affirmation. That voice again. You might be the one to have the heart attack.

“Well, you two managed to be the only transport today to deliver their shipment,” Hess said, placing an affectionate hand on you. Din stiffened. “Come with me, hm? Let’s get a drink... Brown Eyes.” ...

“So,” said Hess, “What shall we toast to, boys? I can blather on, about ‘to health’ or ‘to success’, but... I’d like to do something a little less rote. Where you from, Brown Eyes?”

“How ‘bout a toast to Operation Cinder,” you tried.

“Now,” said Hess, appreciatively, “There’s a woman who knows her history.”

Din’s deer-in-the-headlights look was now replaced by a fierce one, one that suggested he would be much happier if Hess never mentioned nor spoke to you again, thank you very much.

“No,” you said. “No, I don't just know it - I lived it. I was in Burnin Konn.”

You had friends on Burnin Konn. Friends who may have not been doing the right thing... but who thought they were.

“Burnin Konn?” “Mm.”

“That was a hard day. I had to make many... unpleasant decisions.”

“Yes, you did,” you said, trying to keep contempt from rising up. “Entire city, gone in moments - along with everybody in it. We lost our whole division that day - man, that was like, 5, 10,000 people?”

“Yep. All heroes of the Empire.” “Yeah. And all dead.”

Din was shaking his head at you, and you were sure that if this was any other moment, he would have placed his gloved hand over yours. But this was not any other moment. And you would not be soothed.

“Well, it’s a small sacrifice for the greater good, dear.”

“Depends on who you ask, don't you think?”

“What’re you getting at, trooper?” “All those people... the ones who died, was it good for them? Hm? Their families? The ones I served with? Civilians, those for mud scuffers, died defending their homes, fighting for freedom. Was it good for them?”

“But we’ve outlasted them, dear,” said Hess. “They’re eating themselves alive. The New Republic is in complete disarray... and we grow stronger. You see, with the rhydonium you delivered, we can create havoc... that’s gonna make Burnin Konn just pale by comparison. And then, they’re gonna turn to us once again.”

You hated him.

“You see, kids,” Hess said, addressing you and Din, “Everybody thinks they want freedom, but what they really want... is order. And when they realize that, they’re gonna welcome us back with open arms. Ah.”

He lifted his glass, and you chuckled. Din looked scared out of his mind - and you thought, briefly, that he might look like that all the time, and you’d never know.

“To the Empire.” He drank. You fired.

Din shot you a look, and you stared back, defiantly. Stormtroopers approached from all sides, and the both of you sprang into action. Eventually, you killed them, and it was... just the two of you. Him looking at you. Wondering what you’d do, how you’d react -

What came now.

“You did what you had to do,” you said, picking up his helmet, and it was the hardest thing you’d ever done. “I never saw your face.” He looked back at you.

“Y/N...”

“It’s okay,” you said, quietly, despite the fact that absolutely none of it was okay. “It’s okay.”

As the alarm bells began to ring, he lifted the helmet up, as if to put it on, and then threw it aside, sweeping you into a kiss.

“Cya’rika,” he whispered, and you grinned, sliding the helmet over his head.

“C’mon... brown eyes.”

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Every Which Way: Chapter Ten

⇢ a/n: it's been sommmmme tiiiiime, I AM aware of that, but here is the continuation!!! I'm going to keep on posting this time around! There are four more chapters left!! AHH

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⇢ Din Djarren x Reader/The Mandalorian x Reader: semi angst, some fluff and romance, a secondary relationship is blossoming! Some Wendi x Y/n moments, the bromance is real. If they don't save Din real quick then I'm just going to have Y/n and Wendi get together

⇢ Featuring Wendi, Ryder, Paz, Quilla Pyn, and Melv

⇢ Genevieve makes a cameo bc I love her

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The seats of the Iron were strapped with red leather, a stark contrast from the dark seats on your home ship, the Razor Crest. The Viszla ship had come from the era of Death Watch, as Paz had informed you. It was one of the gunships his father used while on group missions. The ship was custom made for five fighters; two pilots, two gunmen, and one to man the engines and shields. While you’d been informed the Iron could very well jump into something called hyper space, you weren’t too consumed with it. It felt sad to be in a different ship. It felt wrong.

It wasn’t wrong, but still, you didn’t like the feeling of being there without the one person you’d longed for in the recent days. You felt like an entirely different person without Din at your side. He’d been the one to liberate you; he was the reason you’d even grown a personality, and an actual mind. Before Din, your world was hopeless. It was dark and destitute.

“I can feel your sad thoughts floating around the air,” Wendi said. You looked to your left, where Wendi sat in the fourth chair, just beside you, her gloved hands flipping switches and pushing buttons. Each button triggered something, be it the movement of her seat or the glowing ambient lights along the large dashboard.

“Can I ask something of you?” you said, taking your helmet off and shaking your hair from your face.

“No,” Wendi replied, sounding much like a bothered older sister.

You ignored her the way a younger sister would have had she been accustomed to the ways of her elder sibling. “Can you not...I mean, I’d just feel like this would be a lot easier if you would just be nice on this trip.”

“Sure thing,” Wendi said, continuing not to look at you as she flipped a large orange switch that started the low, rising hum of the engine. “When am I ever not nice?”

You had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy. You scowled at Wendi’s irking response. But you knew Wendi was capable of being kind. She had spent a long time saying goodbye to Gold in private, and you had the faint impression that Wendi would miss her.

There came the clunking footsteps of the two Viszla brothers. The synchronized steps were the rhythm of the low conversation Paz was having with his brother, who occasionally grunted in agreement. It was such a familiar song the two of them seemed to play. Ryder, who didn’t talk nearly enough, and his brother, who seemed to talk way too much.

“Ah, now there’s a sight,” Ryder said in a bellowing voice filled with humor. He leaned against the entryway of the cockpit, looking in the direction of you and Wendi.

“Not used to having girls on board?” Wendi sniped.

“Hardly,” Ryder replied, in the same tone.

You rolled your eyes. “Is everything ready?” you asked, looking at Paz with some hope. He was the sensible one of the brothers. Ryder seemed to just be the drunk one, or the loud one, or the mean one. That one.

“We’re still waiting for the clear to go ahead,” Paz explained.

You tried to not groan at the thought of the Nevarro storm troopers declining your request for take off. Maybe there were rising suspicions.

“You are in dire need of a reupholstering,” Wendi said as she pulled threads from her chair. The red leather was peeling, and the seams were torn. “When was the last time anyone took this thing for a recare?” Wendi asked with an audible sneer.

“Probably before dear old dad died. He cared more about the ship than he did us,” Ryder sniffed as he shuffled to the pilot’s chair. He took a seat, cracking his knuckles. You looked away from Paz. The men never spoke about their father.

Whatever negativity Ryder had been feeling disappeared as he pressed a start up button for the large display screen that laid before every passenger. “It’s been a while,” Ryder snickered as he swiped a line of dust from the dash.

Paz sighed from his place at the entry. “The moment you put us in a meteor belt, you’re switching to copilot.”

Ryder ran his hands across the dashboard. He engaged the engine buttons, seeming giddy at the thought of navigating through asteroids. “I’d never do anything so irresponsible, brother,” he chastised Paz.

“Remember the Rylothian bounty mission?” Wendi said excitedly, leaning toward Ryder as she set her elbows on her knees. “That Twi’lek was a damn good pilot, and an even better smuggler. Ryder was the only one of us who could catch her. Even Din had a try,” she added, looking at you with a fond tilt of her helmet. “Ryder sent her crashing into an asteroid.”

Wendi sounded fond of the memories she was recalling. You wished you could share such a feeling with her. But, even despite the grief, you were able to perk up at the thought of Din grinding his teeth, unable to catch a bounty. What an amusing thought.

“How long have you known Din?” You asked.

The three seemed to collectively sigh. The response was not out of annoyance, but rather out of amusement as they mused each and every adventure they’d had with your mate.

“We’ve always been in the same covert,” Ryder said. “He was rescued by Death Watch. He was around the same age I was when he first came along.”

“Ryder and I were technically his first friends,” Paz mused. He was settled into his chair, now, too, looking at the expansive dashboard and all of its displays.

“The boys are all older than I am,” Wendi said as she seemed to look for any imperfections in her lavender leather gloves.

“Wendi followed Ryder around like a little calf,” Paz chuckled. This caused Wendi great despair. To your complete surprise, she did not begin to yell and swear. She remained silent, sinking back into her seat ever slightly. You blinked at the sight. Was she blushing beneath her helmet?

“Fuck off,” Wendi finally said in a scowling voice. “They’re all so mean to me.”

“Mean?” Ryder repeated. “We are mean to you?” The craft might have begun to shake under the weight of the laugh that boomed from within Ryder’s helmet.

The intercom buzzer emitted static. “Iron, you're cleared for take off.”

Your heart jumped as the Mandalorians moved into position. You hovered in place, sitting and standing rapidly as you tried to discern what you ought to do. What did Din do before take off? Your brain filled in the information, as if Din was standing there now. You lunged across the dashboard, flipping the engine coolant on. Wendi cocked her helmet to you. She raised a gentle hand. “Take it easy, there, you tauntaun.”

You bounced on the balls of your feet. “Okay, sorry.”

“If she knows how to fly, why not let her give it a go,” Ryder suggested as he struggled to buckle in. Wendi made a rude remark regarding his weight to which Ryder responded by punching her in the thigh as she walked past him. She was good at acting tough, but you saw the way she massaged in between her metal plates to ease the pain.

“Alright, Girl,” Ryder said. “Want to take off?” You could hear the grin in his voice as he stood aside, waiting for you to take a seat in the pilot’s chair. You nodded eagerly.

Paz cleared his throat. “I have no problems with that,” he pointed out. “But now isn't such a good time for practice.”

Your face burned. You used your finger to notch the visor of your helmet down, so that you looked like any other Mandalorian. The three people cried out apologetically, each urging you to put the visor back up. “Nooo,” Ryder said as he used his hands to mime your visor lifting back up.

“I didn't mean that in a rude way,” Paz insisted. “It's just that these troopers aren't exactly patient when it comes to on the job training.”

“Shut the hell up, Paz,” Wendi said as she buckled herself in. The straps went neatly over her midnight blue armor.

Paz was visibly startled by Wendi’s outburst-he shrank back like a sandy meerkat prying away from a predator, looking her way warily as he buckled in beside her.

“Oh good kriff,” you muttered as you sat in.

Wendi looked at her lap, shaking her helmet with disdain as Ryder spoke loudly about the last time he had taken the ship out. The tale included a rather explicit recalling of a romantic conquest with a female Avian who had been in a wilderness cantina.

Wendi casually turned a dial, raising the frequency in Ryder’s comm, making him shout and clutch his helmet in agony.

“Oi! What the fuck?!” Ryder shouted once Wendi turned the dial back down (after a due amount of time). “Wrong dialup,” Wendi said sweetly. “My mistake.”

Paz’s breath of exhaustion sounded like steam hissing through his modulator. “Oh, what fun it is to ride with you two. Behave yourselves for Y/n.”

You laughed, the sound echoing in the same modulated buzz. “Since when has my presence ever warranted good behavior?”

“I guess that’s fair enough,” Paz laughed.

The speakers of the transmission crackled. “Is there a problem?”

Genevieve's soft voice crackled into life.

She's older than she had been when you first met her. Despite this, she was a good friend to you upon coming out of your months-long sleep. She helped you get through the horrible side effects, like the blindness and the nausea.

“You're taking a while to take off and it's making the troopers angry. They keep beeping us.”

Wendi sighed, using her gloved hand to press the button and respond. “Sorry about that. These numb nuts are stalling.”

“Kind of hard to believe they're descended from Tarr Viszla,” Geniveve chortled.

“Yeah, we can hear you,” Ryder chortled back in an obvious way of mocking the young girl.

“Uhm...signing off.”

Her channel clicked out.

The song of the engines rose into a chant as Paz pushed on the accelerator. You peeled out to the take off ramp below, finding all the blind spots that a trooper could be hiding in. What a horrible death, you thought to yourself as you gripped onto cargo straps. Your chest swelled under the seat bindings as Paz pulled on the ship’s wheel. The ship made a ringing noise as it lifted up into the air. You could feel your body being displaced in the air as your stomach slid around with unease. As the ship lifted off, the ramp slid to a close, shutting your view of the outside planet completely.

When the ground was no longer in sight, you toddled back to the cockpit, your body swaying as the ship shook under pressure.

Wendi flipped the large switch, it's orange light glistening. “Oxygen’s on,” her modulated voice sang out.

Everything grew dark as the ship lifted off the planet, making its way out of the atmosphere. The lights of the dashboard could not outshine the stars, not even in the pitch darkness you'd ventured to. You remembered feeling this way when you and Din left for your honeymoon.

You cast a glance around. You imagined Din in Wendi’s seat, looking at you with a stern angle of his helmet. “Would you try not to get yourself killed?” He asked.

I'm going to do whatever it takes to find you.

Quilla shut the door tight behind her. In these parts of the castle, no one would hear or see her secret interactions—but she still had reason to fear. The secret prisoner settled down his small harp. He was in a room that the fourth key unlocked, a dimmer but larger lodging room with only lantern light. The prisoner was laying on the vast arrangement of pillows, cushions, and blankets. He had no mattress to sleep on but rather a larger pile of bedding in the cold corner of the room.

This part of the castle was long ago abandoned. Quilla isn’t entirely sure why, but she was certainly grateful for it. Her secret prisoner lived here now for almost a year.

Prince Melv was attacked by his sister, Queen Empress Emelea, just over a year ago, right before the Mandalorian Siege in Doom’s Circle. Melv, at the time, was frail, weak, and easily overpowered. He was abandoned by his brother and sister, left to die in the stone halls of the castle. Quilla bore witness to this disaster with silent tears as Emela brandished a knife and shot the blade into Melv’s pale, nearly grey, skin. Quilla could remember the scene in vivid color: Riz stood close by, watching his sister attack the unfavored triplet.

The lengths Quilla had gone to in order to hide Melv’s body were incredible. It required her wit and her stealth. Quilla had established secret control over the palace, even over Emelea, though she didn’t realize it, after Riz was quite brutally killed in the Red Circle—Quilla did find this somewhat ironic.

After Riz’s death, Emelea became unstable. She spent her nights screaming and crying loudly, throwing fits as she was being readied for bed. She insisted on spending all her time with her new best friend, Dev. Her slip of reality was helpful in the cause of keeping Prince Melv secret. Emelea’s instability seemed to make her forget that she never saw Melv’s cold corpse; she’d simply left him there as he bled out, assuming he’d pass on.

Quilla worked hard to haul Melv to safety. Quilla had no medical training and so she couldn’t administer the treatment that she felt Melv required. She dragged his lip, ailing body to the lower levels of the palace. The stony, tall walls were thick with dust—this level of the place hadn’t been touched since the Weslyn clan came to power over seven decades ago. Three generations of Weslyns had come and brawled against other clans in the Judgment Hall for the power to rule. These days, the Weslyn clan seemed to be the only clan. The remaining six dissolved into court entertainers or high ranking nobles.

These such titles meant nothing.

No man or woman had any power if they weren’t of Weslyn blood. Once the earlier generations of Weslyns realized this, they, regrettably, turned to inbreeding. They felt that they couldn’t risk the loss of power. After all, no clan had dared to challenge the Weslyns after seven consistent losses. Contestants, children of other clans, obliterated in that Circle of red.

It was no new fact to learn that the Weslyn elders, the late parents of Emelea, were cousins. But as Quilla tended to Melv, she began to suspect that the parents might have been more than cousins. Siblings? Aunt and nephew? Uncle and niece? Siblings seemed the right answer. It shook Quilla to the core imagining the desperation the Weslyn Clan felt so strongly that they turned to such horrible solutions.

Melv was always sickly. This made sense. Being the product of inbreeding, as well as the third, weakest triplet, led to his constant battles against injury and sickness.

Quilla had dragged Melv’s limp body into one of the small, unused lodging rooms, deep within the castle. The room had been thick with cobwebs and dust. As she tended to Melv here, she simultaneously cleaned the room and made it comfortable. Over time it had become rather cozy. A few pillows and quilts going missing over a few days went entirely unnoticed. It was easy for Quilla to even smuggle extra food to and from the kitchen and the secret room. Quilla was always an obedient, hard working hand girl. She kept her scrappy, itchy uniform clean. She kept her coiled, thick hair neat, and always wore her green makeup from hairline to neck. Quilla had never been seen or heard by the higher man guards or even by Emelea. This was an excellent advantage. If Emelea knew Quilla by name, that would be a problem. That would suggest Quilla had done something to probe Emelea’s personal attention. But by following the rules, Quilla had made a security for herself. She knew the ins and outs of being a servant girl here, despite not actually having been raised with the others. Most servant girls here were stolen from their families on Aniri and taken to the palace to undergo modesty training. Females were considered a threat. They had wiles and beauty and that must be tamed.

Quilla was not even native to Aniri. She had a family out there, once, in the galaxy. But now she felt as if they’d never existed at all; she tried to battle this phenomenon by always recounting her memories: her mother singing while combing Quilla’s hair into tight braids or her father sitting by the window, puffing on a pipe.

Despite being an outlander to the hellish Anirian establishment, Quilla had become the ideal servant girl. She was quiet; obedient. She had no reason to make anyone think she could cause problems.

And while Quilla had been keeping her secret, she watched Melv sit in silence. He often spoke to no one, or answered questions Quilla didn't ever ask.

Quilla moved quietly into the small, dimly lit room. Candles burned in the corners on tarnished brass. The room had a low ceiling. Across the floor was an endless array of cushions and quilts and pillows. Quilla couldn’t feel the stone floor beneath her feet as she stepped inside, watching Melv fiddle with his hand sized harp.

The soft light of the candles irritated Quilla's eyes as her light source became cut in half.

“You've been here twice today,” Melv said softly as his fingers plucked the strings. The twined noise wrapped up with the splendor of sustained pitch, ringing until it had no more strength.

Quilla led herself to the wall, using the well to draft a bucket of water. She sat on her knees, using the front of her raggedy dress like a rag to cleanse her face. The makeup came off in thick chunks, sticky and muddy-green.

“I think I've done enough chores,” Quilla explained as she used her fingers to swipe the makeup residue from the corners of her eyes. “I can stay here.”

Melv didn't respond. His face didn't seem to betray his inner thoughts. Ever neutral, he played a nimble song. Quilla cringed at the sound, recognizing the melody as an old Aniran folk song.

“My mother sang this to me at night. To all three of us,” Melv explained as he plucked the notes.

“Did you love her?” Quilla asked as she crawled across the pillows.

Melv set the harp down. He looked at her with an unreadable message on his face.

Melv was once unpleasant looking. He was sickly and weak-his eyes had been sunken and his hair bland and colorless. But something was changing his body. He was becoming stronger, healthier--he looked alive now, whereas before, he looked lifeless. Dead. And now…

Well, now Melv’s face was all Quilla could ever think about. He had become beautiful and strong. But what caused that? Was it the way he often talked to himself? The way he often sat in silence? Or how he grieved for people he did not know?

Quilla bore the idea that Melv suffered some sort of anxiety or madness. Where Quilla came from, mental madness was treated by prescription doses of swims in the ocean. That was hardly an option now.

“Of course I did,” Melv said. “I think that she and I were the closest. I was the smallest of my siblings, and the weakest-and so my mother always doted on me.”

“I'm sorry.”

Melv unleashed a lopsided smile, making Quilla’s pulse jump; her vein jumped at the side of her throat as Melv spoke.

He's golden, Quilla realized, with some mild horror as she in turn realized her feelings for him.

“All children love their mother,” Melv said. “But not all mothers love their children. I was blessed to be loved by my mother, but for Riz and Emelea, they were lacking the basic affection. The back of Emelea’s head was flat for the first years of her life because she wasn't coddled as an infant. At some point, I became the weak and unhealthy one, unfavored by my father. But my mother worked hard to keep me good. I think she always knew her fate, and that it was inevitable. She knew what kind of world she had brought me into.”

Quilla swallowed back the surprising tears that marched their way through her sinuses.

“You miss your mother,” Melv said in a tender, thoughtful voice.

“I do. I don't remember her too much, but I remember that I love her-. I was going to say something else, but the truth is, I don't have anything more to add. My memories of her are so small. Like a faint smell or the glimpse of a specific flower budding in the field. Or some days, when the temperature of the palace is just right, I am reminded of a time much forgotten. I'm certain my parents have forgotten me, wherever they are.”

Melv looked wounded by Quilla’s words. “Don't say that,” he said in a quiet tone. “They're out there waiting for you to come home.”

Quilla raised her brows.

“Why are you looking at me that way?” Melv asked, looking genuinely curious.

Quilla snorted. “You just...you're weird.”

Melv looked even more confused.

“I can't really say anything else!” Quilla laughed as she further explained. “You always speak like you know everything. As in, literally, everything.”

“What’s so wrong with that?” Melv asked. He looked mildly amused by Quilla’s words, as if he were taking them with a grain of salt.

“It's just really weird,” she muttered. “You're really weird.”

Melv shrugged. “I think your point has been made,” he pointed out as he stood to his feet. The low ceilings would not allow him to stand straight. Quilla watched silently as he rolled his arms and shoulders, groaning to himself as he relieved whatever tension he was in.

His blond hair fell in waves down his face, his grayish eyes fluttered closed as he reveled in the temporary moment of peace.

Quilla looked away. Her skin burned as she had a whirlwind of thoughts; peeling his clothes away, touching his skin, feeling every part of him…

“You should go, now,” Melv said as he laid down on his makeshift mattress. He removed his tunic and nestled into the pile of cushions, grabbing hold of the little harp.

Quilla played nervously with the bracelet of heavy keys. “You shouldn't play with my feelings,” she said firmly.

Melv sat up, his face poached with confusion. “I'm sorry,” he said immediately. “I don't know what you mean, though.”

“You can't keep calling me your ‘love.’”

“But aren't you?” Melv asked, furrowing his brows like a child would. “You kissed me.”

“You kissed me first!” Quilla accused him. “And it was in the heat of the moment.”

Even so, Quilla could still remember the feeling of his lips. Though cold, they were soft, and despite his health having been in tatters, she felt safe with his arms around her.

“I’ve never said anything I don’t mean,” Melv said with a fond smile.

“We hardly know each other,” Quilla argued, refusing to let herself be drawn in by his golden aura.

“I don’t need to know anything else to know that you’re the one thing in my life that makes me happy. Your presence, everlasting, has kept me from falling to the Darkness.”

Quilla frowned. “What darkness?” she asked carefully.

Melv grew somber. “The Darkness,” he repeated. “It creeps in the corners of this place. It lives within my sister, who is too unassuming to take advantage of it. But it beckons me. Always when I’m angry, always when I’m sad. I am frightened of it.”

Quilla was at a loss for words. She did not know what she should say to such things. Melv often looked cloudy; like his mind was somewhere else, somewhere far, far away…

But he did not look like that now.

He looked as if he knew better than anyone in the world.

That frightened Quilla a great deal.

“I can’t be the only thing standing between you and…that.”

“Well, why not?” Melv questioned, his curiosity true.

“Because I’m hardly anything,” Quilla said.

Melv shook his head, his golden locks falling over his eyes. “That’s not true. You’re the key to everything.”

“What is ‘everything’? What do you mean by that?” Quilla urged Melv to dive into further detail, but Melv simply shrugged. “I don’t know, yet. But I will soon.”

The Iron would drift in space for a while, on the autopilot setting. Din had explained the setting to you once, so you felt happy to know what Ryder had been talking about when he begged Paz to just put the damn setting on. Paz insisted that someone at least keep by the console, just to ‘keep watch.’

“I’m going to the refresher,” Wendi called out; that was her way of opting out of keeping watch.

“Don’t use all the hot water in your long ass showers,” Ryder yelled at Wendi as she escaped the cockpit, her purplish blue armor a mere blur in the corner of your eye.

You lifted your helmet off, shaking your head and sighing at the feeling of the cool air hitting your head. Sweat beaded your hairline. With your helmet poised in your lap, you leaned back into the leather of the chair.

“Y/n,” Paz’s deep voice buzzed through his modulator. “You can go rest. If you'd like.”

“I'm fine,” you said with a soft smile. Your friend dipped his helmet in disbelief.

“Take a rest,” Ryder seconded his brother. The rare moment of the Viszlas agreeing with each other caught you off guard. “It’s a long way to Bespin, so keep relaxed and save your energy. You're going to need it.”

People kept saying that phrase to you. You’re going to need it.

You’d never done something as dangerous as this. Escaping Aniri was one thing, but venturing out, searching for Din after Boba Fett had attacked…that was dangerous, too, maybe even more so! The risk of leading others back to the Covert was remarkably high. Such a thought lodged in your throat as you excused yourself to the bunks, where you would room with Wendi. Your helmet tucked under your arm, its weight like a child sitting on your hip.

The ship didn’t jostle about as you stripped out of your armor, into the undergarments beneath it. Shorts and a thick tank top that had sweat bleeding through it.

You packed your armor into a little counter, stacking the plates of beskar and metals up neatly, leaving space for Wendi’s. You would sleep on the top bunk, you decided to yourself, in an attempt to give Wendi privacy. It wouldn’t be comfortable for her to sleep with her heavy helmet on, no matter how pretty its hue is.

You climbed into the bunk, shifting under the thin quilts. Half of your limbs sprawled out in the air, while the other half remained curled under yourself in a position so intricate it was blissful.

The ceiling of the ship laid low. You could reach out and touch it with your hand, maybe even the tip of your elbow.

The bunker door slid open.

“Avert your eyes,” Wendi sighed. She had a towel wrapped around her entire face as she tried to navigate through the bunker. Her off-duty clothes consisted of baggy pants and a thick tank top, like yours. You’d never seen her so bare and mortar. Her arms were the color of warm ivory, her skin littered with freckles the color of deep lavender.

As you rolled over to face the wall, you realized that you'd never fully comprehended just how deadly Wendi was beneath her armor.

Wendi sighed as she ruffled around the room, shutting the bunker door. You heard the muted thump of her towel falling against the metal grated floor. Her resignation towards the article was almost funny to you.

The bunk creaked as Wendi rolled into her bed, the one right below you.

“I'm laying down,” Wendi told you from below.

You rolled onto your back. The ceiling wasn’t remarkable, not cast from anything special or expensive. But still, all you could do was stare at it.

“I’ll probably be in and out,” Wendi’s voice lulled. It was strange to hear her naturally; her voice wasn’t rigged through a modulator.

“I’ll keep my eyes closed,” you assured her.

“I’ll keep my helmet on, so don’t you worry too much,” Wendi said, her voice slightly teeming with sarcasm.

You frowned as if she could see it. “Is something wrong?” you asked.

“Why would something be wrong?” Wendi asked, sounding for a moment gentle and genuine.

“You seem as if something is wrong,” you detailed. “Your…attitude.”

“This is my usual attitude,” Wendi informed you in her usual smirky tone. You could just faintly imagine the expression she bore. The features which held such an expression were faint. Cloudy. You had a fleeting image of Wendi’s face.

The thing about Wendi is that she doesn’t have anyone she could be relaxed around. She always had to bear her helmet, always had to shield her face. You wondered about her family. She was a foundling, like Din, and had been rescued from some sort of situation by Gold. Did Gold count as a family member? Could Gold see her face? Could Wendi see Gold’s? Even Paz and Ryder had each other.

“What do you look like?” You finally asked.

There was a pregnant pause in the bunker, the only sound being that of the Iron hard at work, floating zipping amongst nothing but stardust.

“Like a person,” Wendi said after a minute of strong thought. “I'm human.”

You twiddled your fingers as they laid over your stomach. “I guessed that,” you told her. “Can't you describe your face?”

“It's a face,” Wendi said blandly. “Not sure how else to say it.”

“You know how,” you argued. “You just don't want to.”

Wendi sighed. You could feel her shift in bed as the motion creaked then bunk beds. “I'm blonde,” she said. “My hair isn't exactly curly. I have really thin eyebrows. I'm...honestly glad I have to wear a helmet. I don’t like them. Other girls, on other planets, have kohl stencils that they use to fill their eyebrows in. To make them thicker. I tried it once in private. I looked stupid. My skin is freckly. I’d say I have a semi large, somewhat rigid nose. My lower lip is a little fatter than my upper lip. I have a scar on my neck, and I don’t remember how I got it. Gold says I’ve always had it. So I guess my early childhood was a little traumatic. Is that descriptive enough for you, Annie?”

You rolled your eyes. In spite of that, you could conjure up an image of your friend’s face. A part of your soul hurt at the idea of never seeing her face. After everything Wendi has done for you, would you never see her? Never look her in the eye?

Although she had given you quite an attitude all this time, she had become a good friend. Maybe your only friend. That could be equated to the fact she was one of the only Mandalorians in the Covert who you bothered to talk to. It was a bit surprising. Wendi’s first impression was…harsh. She scared you. You wondered at times if she’d leave you to fend for yourself.

Despite that lingering suspicion, Wendi has never failed to make you feel somewhat secure. Somewhat…though Wendi has a tendency to live vicariously. Dangerously. Wendi didn’t treat you like the glass doll Din often had. At times, it was thrilling! It made for good stories, like the missions she was recalling before takeoff.

“Descriptive enough,” you agreed. “You seem beautiful.”

There was a silence that seemed too thick to be comfortable.

For a brief moment your entire body flushed warm with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you said, shifting onto your side.

“Don’t be,” Wendi muttered. “That’s the first time…” And though her voice trailed off, you knew what she was saying; you knew first hand, because you’d been in a similar situation once. The first time she’d been called beautiful.

You stared at the door, it’s little porthole glittering with the image of Din on the other side. His face was pulled with a little smile; he seemed happy, watching you and Wendi get along. Wendi’s vulnerability was a rare chance to witness, and you didn’t want to mess this up. Vulnerability meant friendship. Vulnerability built everlasting bonds.

“You’ve got ten hours to sleep. I’m trading with the guys in five. You already know how to track time in…space. Right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward she sounded, not at all like her usual self.

“A little bit of chit chat and you’re clamming up?”

Wendi kicked her leg straight up, lurching the mattress you slept on.

“Goodnight, Y/n,” Wendi said bitterly, shifting in her bunk once more. You could hear the scraping of her blankets as she pulled them over herself.

“Goodnight,” you replied in tandem. “Have sweet dreams,” you cooed,

“Make no mistake,” Wendi warned you. “I will kick your ass,” she said.

“Trust me,” you assured her as you snuggled under the quilts. “I know.”

Din’s apparition shook his head to himself and laughed, the noise muffled. You offered him a wink.

He vanished. Like always.

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More than Partners ( The Mandalorian x reader)

Following your heart, you must

Part 2 of More than partners

Summary: You see Master Yoda through the Force. You didn’t expect him to tell you to follow your heart...

Warnings: Pure fluff, talking with Yoda is cool, Din loves you

AN: There are some references to the movie “The Last Jedi“, I hope you’ll like it! (Tell me if you want to be tagged in this series)

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It was time to leave Avala-7. It was planned that you, the Child and the Mandalorian would find a planet to stay low for a while. Kuiil had been the best host you could have hoped for, and even if you wouldn’t admit it, you were a bit sad to leave him alone with IG-11.

“Kuiil.”You declared, drawing his attention on you.”Thank you for everything. Truly. You are one the kindest people I ever met. I won’t forget you.”

Wide-eyed by your praise, the Ugnaught nodded politely.

“I think it’s time to go.”You said, glancing at the Razor Crest that became quickly your new home.

Adjusting your lightsaber to your belt, you stared at Mando and Kuiil. You couldn't hear a word they were saying, but you could distinguish the Mandalorian handing a small bag to the Ugnaught. You could only guess it was credits.

“I cannot accept.”The Ugnaught stated.”You and the Jedi are my guests, and I am therefore in your service.”

The bounty hunter paced at the entrance of the ship. By the way he was standing, you knew Mando was trying to convince Kuiil to come along and promised to pay him handsomely.

“Thank you for bringing peace to my valley.” The Ugnaught proclaimed, walking out of the ship, and then he turned around and gazed at the Mandalorian.

“Mandalorian. Don’t forget to tell Y/N about how you feel before you two get killed.”

Sighing, the bounty hunter acquiesced, and with a last glance towards his new friend, he headed towards the front of the ship.

***

“Mando. The Child is sleeping. I am going to meditate for some time in the back of the ship.”

The Mandalorian groaned, and you took it as your cue to leave him alone. It had been a while since you had the time to make one with the Force. Secretly, you missed feeling this power rushing through your body. You were one of the few Jedi who managed to escape the Great Purge. At the only thought of your old master dying at the hand of someone or a droid, you startled. What would the Jedi think of you? A Jedi fleeing with a Mandalorian and a Child who was of the same species of Master Yoda. And this so-called Jedi had fallen in love with the Mandalorian, even though it was forbidden.

Taking a deep breath, you sat and crossed one of your leg on the other, already feeling the Force elevating you in the air.

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on the Force all around you, but the only thing you had in mind was the Mandalorian. It was always him, always.

“I can’t love him.” You cried out loud. “I can’t! It’s against the code!”

Closing your eyelids again and clenching your fists tightly, you focused on what you felt and let a tear fall on the cold ground of the ship.

“Against the code, it is. Follow your heart, you must.”

“Master Yoda?” You screamed, your eyes still firmly closed.

Open-mouthed, you stared at Master Yoda who was standing in front of you, leaning on a small cane. Here he was, smiling at you and enjoying the sudden shock on your face.

“Young Y/N. A long time, it has been. Still bold and reckless, I see.”

“Master… I-I am sorry… I am not worthy of your presence here. I-I failed you…”You tried articulating, your voice filled with guilt and regret.

“Failing, you have not, Young Jedi. Time it is to face the truth.”Master Yoda said, chuckling.

You were ashamed of your behaviour, but looking at Master Yoda laughing, as if the great Purge never happened made you feel comfortable and content. For a moment, you forgot about wars, deaths, rules. You were just you, one with the Force again. No shame, no guilt, no anger. Just peacefulness.

“Master. I failed. I am weak and unwise. I don’t deserve to be called a Jedi anymore.”

“In love you are, Young Jedi. Matter, it does not.”

The Jedi Master took several steps towards you and laughed again.

Was he making fun of you?

“But it is against the code of the Jedi. We can’t feel that way, it’s forbidden. And yet, I care deeply about the Mandalorian, more than I should... And I can’t imagine myself living without the Child.“

A huge grin on his face, Master Yoda was staring at you wildly.

“A weakness, love is not.”

“But what about the code?”You questioned, frowning slightly.

“Time it is for you to look past old traditions. Need you, they have.”

Was he speaking about Mando and the Child?

“Master. I can’t-I-”

You watched as Master Yoda’s face slowly became blurred.

“Master! Don’t go! I have so much questions! Please, don’t let me alone! Master Yoda!”You shouted, trying to reach your old Master, but there was only light. Light blinding you suddenly.

“Don’t forget, Young Y/N, Repressing feelings leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. Following your heart, you must.”

“Master! Please, come back! I need you!”You cried, your eyes still firmly closed.

“Alone, you are not.”

And with these four words, you finally woke up, and crashed on the ground.

Straightening your clothes, you let out a deep breath and analyzed your surroundings. You were still in the Razor Crest, alone, at the back of the ship and the Child was probably sleeping. Groaning, you stood up and tried to steady your breath.

Why had Master yoda suddenly appeared to you? Why now? And why was he telling you to follow your heart? Love was against the Jedi Code, wasn’t it?

“Y/N? Are you alright?”You heard Mando’s husky and modulated voice.

“Aaah! You scared me!”

“I heard you screaming. I thought you were hurt.”

You could feel the intensity of his gaze through his helmet. Sighing, a small grin was slowly appearing on the corner of your lips.

“You were worried?”

Silence. Plunging your eyes into his visor, you tried to guess his thoughts. At your own surprise, he began to walk away, making you groan in answer. Each time things got too personal or too intimate, Mando would fly away, letting you alone with your heavy thoughts. You hated him for it. Hate wasn’t far from love apparently.

Shrugging, you followed the Mandalorian to the cockpit, determined to talk with him until he would finally give you answers.

You couldn't afford to succumb to hatred.

Following your heart, you must.

⬇️Chapter 3⬇️

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Step Into the Daylight - Part 6

Summary: While fighting for your own survival, you somehow ended up in the care of one stoic Mandalorian…and his adopted child. Lately there’s just been one questions consuming your every thought. And Din was about to help you get some answered.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the all love and support on all the parts of this series, it was seriously overwhelming and amazing, and I hope you continue to enjoy this little series. Sorry it’s been such a long wait for this chapter, but I hope you enjoy!Taglists are open, and as always feedback is welcome! xx

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Reader)

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: none

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"Be with me," the only sounds emanating through the lush green forest were the sounds of the gently rustling wind and creatures scurrying through along the soft leave laden floor. That and your quiet words, repeated over and over, barely audible to even your own words, "be with me."

After remaining completely still for some time longer, you groaned before flopping onto your back and staring at the clouds scattered throughout afternoon sky. You'd been out here by yourself for hours, trying to meditate but finding it impossible. Much was on your mind, and no matter how much you tried to clear it, nothing seemed to work.

Only when a few set of quiet beeps met your ears did you open your eyes to find your droid friend staring at you.

"I know," you said and sat up, reaching your and giving the droid's round head an affectionate pat. He beeped a few more times and you shrugged, letting out a long sigh, "I can't seem to focus no matter what I do. Maybe I need a repair just like you did, huh?"

Jumping to your feet, you brushed off stray leaves and dirt from your pants. You decided to head back to your small little homestead and call it a day. You might as well call it a day before getting more annoyed and frustrated; at that rate you'd never meditate properly. Looking at the small droid, you gestured got him to follow. He eagerly did so with a series of excited chirps. 

You'd found him shortly after your arrival on the strange, abandoned planet, left to decay and rejoin the earth. Something about him had drawn you to the forgotten droid, a feeling in the force that you couldn't deny. So you'd spent long days, which turned into even longer weeks, preparing him, getting him back into as pristine a condition as possible with the resources you had brought and been able to procure. 

As soon as he came back to life, for the first time in several decades, he eagerly thanked you and told you his name, PC-S3, which you sweetly decided should be PC. You'd encountered droids throughout your time as a servant, but you never bonded with one like you did with PC. It was instant and strong, and despite being a droid and speaking in a series of beeps, bloops, and chirps, he always seemed oddly human. 

He'd told you all about his previous owner; he'd been a Jedi, forced to him leave him behind when the clones had turned. PC had been excited when he realized who you were, even you constantly reminded him that you were no Jedi, that there were none left, and you were merely trying to hone whatever power you possessed. He didn’t mind though, and had quickly decided that you were his new master, but you had insisted you were his friend and nothing more. PC was your constant and only companion, and you were thankful for him, or else you didn’t know if you could have handled the isolation and loneliness.

After you’d met with Jeele Tarkar, she spent grueling long grueling weeks training you in the basics of working with the force. You’d almost laughed at her when she said it would take a long time for you to grasp anything; you were a natural with most things and a quick learner, surely this type of thing wasn’t going to be that bad, right? But you had been wrong, oh so wrong. You had been pushed, both mentally and physically to your limits, spending long days with Jeele before returning to the Razor Crest, were Din was usually waiting for you, dinner ready for you and the Child, who was always eager to see you.

But you wouldn’t quit, you refused to quit, and you spent each and every day going back and trying to learn as much as possible. Jeele had so many things to each you, so many stories to tell, and despite how much it all wore you out, you experienced an odd sense of comfort. It was a feeling of belonging, a feeling of home, even though you’d never really had that. You hoped that this was how your brother felt all the time, that he got to feel all the love and warmness that you were feeling. If you were getting all of that from one person, you couldn’t even imagine how it much have felt during the golden age of the Jedi. It created a sense of yearning within you, for something you’d never had and something you never would.

Just once you felt like you were getting the hang of the things, that you were starting to feel your connection to the force, Jeele had turned your world upside. That seemed to be happening a lot lately, becoming a common theme in your life. You had your Mandalorian to thank for that. You didn’t know what you’d do without him, and despite your blossoming feelings for him, he was your friend first and foremost, and you didn’t take that for granted.

“What do you mean I need to leave?” you asked, your heart rate soaring and voice climbing an octave as you stared at your mentor, “I-I can’t just leave. Not now-”

“You must,” she insisted firmly, and you were nervous to challenge her. Although she was older, and small in size and stature, she was intimidating, and you didn’t really want to challenge her. You had no doubt that when she was a Jedi Master people revered her and bent to her will, “and you will. It is a rite of passage - every Jedi has completed this training. It is your turn now.”

“How am I to train when there are no Jedi left? What’s the point even?” you groaned slightly and rest your head in your hands. You were reluctant to leave, knowing it would eat your heart up to leave the peaceful planet behind and face whatever you needed to. You had an inking that somehow Din and the Child weren’t involved in this venture. 

“You must,” she repeated, signaling that it was not up for discussion, “you will go and you will train and walk the path of the Jedi before you. You will learn and hone your skills.”

“But-”

“No,” she held up her hand and signaled the end of the conversation, “you’re going and that is final. There you will be tested, and you will learn what you need to know.”

“Yes, master,” you bowed your head, the singular question on your mind playing on your lips. You wanted to ask, you desperately did, but you didn’t know how. She started to walk away when you seemed to find your voice, “master-”

“They cannot come with you,” she answered, her voice adopting a soft tone, confirming what you already knew. You nodded and tried to hold back your tears, wishing there was something you could do, or somehow change her mind. But you understood; this was something you needed to do on your own, and on top of that you had always know that Jedi were not allowed to have romantic attachments. 

Not that you’d call what you shared with Din romantic. It was a friendship; an odd and unconventional one albeit, but just that, just friends. The Child? He’d become something of an adopted son to you and Din, but neither of you felt the need to be a label on it. It just was. 

“I will see you in the morning and we will begin our journey,” she didn’t say anything else before closing to the door to her small hut, the one who you’d spend so much time in lately. It had become a familiar place, a comfortable routine and once again it was going to be ripped away from you. But it was for a good cause, you had to remind yourself. It was for something greater than yourself. 

But when you returned to the Crest, you found Din humming under his breath as he moved about the kitchen, chopping ingredients for dinner. It was a sight you never seemed to grow used to, and it always sent a surge of warmth through your bones. That pang you experienced in your heart whenever you saw Din never ebbed, and while you had thought about sharing that with him, you never did. Something always stopped you - the time wasn’t right, not yet anyway.

“What’s wrong?” Din turned around and asked as soon as you had entered the kitchen, tossing your cloak over the back of the chair that you normally occupied. How he had immediately known that was something wrong was beyond you; but then again, his senses were so honed, trained after years to sense any kind of discrepancy and irregularity. You shook your head silently before sliding into the chair with a light thud, reaching over and petting the Child’s soft, fuzzed covered ears, “Y/N?”

“I...” your voice started cracking as soon as the single syllable left your mouth, a stinging forming at the back of your eyes. Oh boy; you had it bad for your little family. Before you’d found them, or rather Din had rescued you, you would have had no problem just leaving and never seeing them again. But now? It was all different, and you really, really, didn’t want to leave them. Not again. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he came over and bent down so he was he met your eye level. Hesitating for just a moment, he reached over and put his hand under your chain and turned your face towards him. You stiffened for a moment at the touch, but quickly melted into it. You knew, despite the helmet, that his eyes were solely focused on you, “what happened?”

“I have to leave,” a single tear ran down your cheek and before you could even brush it away, Din gently wiped it with thumb, ever so gently. You gave him a small, strained smile as he waited for you to go on, “Jeele said I have to.”

“Then you must,” you were surprised that he didn’t follow up with a recitation of his favorite Mandalorian Creed - this is the way. You teased him endlessly over it at times, but it was always in good fun. You knew how much it meant to him; if it was important to him, it was important to you.

“What if I don’t want to?” you asked softly, wondering if you could detect why you were so hesitant to go. You’d walked away from him once before, and it taken a long time to get over it. You highly doubted it would be any easier this time around, “what if I just stay?”

“We both know that’s not an option,” there was a light breathy crackle that emanated from his modulator. He was trying to reassure you that everything would be alright, even though he was reluctant to see you go, once again, “you have to do this.”

“I’ll never even be a proper Jedi,” you pushed back meekly, “there’s no point to all of this formality.”

“Look at all of the work you’ve already put in,” he reminded you gently, trying his best to put a smile back on your face, “you’ve come this far, and you should see it through. Do this the right way.”

“Even-”

“Even if you’re the last one to do so,” he finished for you. Gnawing on your lower lip, you closed your eyes and nodded, trying not to lose it altogether. He wasn’t making it any easier to leave, “it’ll be okay. For however long you need to be gone, you’ll do it. You can do this -  you’ve been through so much. This? It’ll be like nothing compared to that. Did Jeele say where you’re going?”

“No,” you put your hand on his wrist, a common thing the two of you did that had turned into a small but intimate gesture, “and she didn’t say where either.”

“How very much like the Jedi,” he mused as the two of you laughed lightly.

“How very much like the Mandalorians,” you quipped as he nodded in response. His people were just as secretive and quiet as the Jedi had been. 

A few quiet moments passed, comfortable and peaceful, before he gently rested his forehead against yours, the metal of his helmet cool against your skin. You relished in the tender moment, trying to memorize and capture it forever. Who knew when the next time you would get to do this was? It was a proper Mandalorian kiss; something you’d always known about, something that was sacred to his people. Now it was sacred to you. 

Maybe you could tell him now?

But just as you opened your mouth, a scuffling reached your ears, followed by a few small coos. Startled, you pulled back from Din and found the Child sitting on the table and watching you both with wide eyes. He was such a mischievous little thing, growing more bold and daring every day, just like any child would do. You pulled back from Din, and reached to grab the small, robed bundle, clutching him tightly in your arms. He let out a tiny sound of content as he snuggled into your shoulder, almost as if he knew what was going. Kriff, he probably did. 

“I’ll miss you,” you told him, giving him a weak smile, “but I promise that I’ll be back. I’ll always come back to you.”

He seemed to nod at your words, as if he knew exactly what you were saying. His little hand moved to the inside of his robe and he slowly pulled out a black cord, on which there was a silver pendant. You’d seen it before, several times, and you instantly recognized it - it belonged to Din, the pendant of the Mythosaur. He grasped it and reached for your own hand, depositing it into your palm when you offered it to him.

“This is yours,” you looked between him and Din, who was watching everything intently, unsure of what to do. Did you give it back to Din? Make the Child keep it? The little one seemed to insist that you keep it, pushing it closer and closer to you with as much force as he could muster. Enclosing your first around it, you moved to hand it back to Din, who held up his hand and shook his head, “but-”

“It’s yours now,” he said softly, and you couldn’t help but wonder if there was a soft smile on his face, just as you liked it imagine. After all this time, you had created this mental image of him and you wondered how spot on you were. Maybe, just maybe, one day you’d find out, should you ever get that privilege. And if you never did? Well, that was fine too, because you’d still gotten the privilege of knowing him and being his friend.

“I thought...” you trailed off, studying the aged silver, fingers delicately brushing over the intricate design, “this is sacred to your people. Surely, you must want this back.”

“It is,” he agreed, “but family is also sacred. Keep it.”

“Din-”

He didn’t say anything else, instead he took the necklace from your hand, and gestured for you to move forward. You obliged, a small lump forming in your throat as he placed the necklace around your neck and tied the cord tightly to make sure the necklace wouldn’t fall off.  When he was done, he gave the pendant a soft touch, and you were almost in tears. You grabbed his hand and give it a firm squeeze as the Child looked happily between the two of you, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he insisted, his own voice thick with emotion, “you’re aliit.”

“Aliit?”

“Family,” his voice was so low you almost didn’t hear him, “family.”

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PC watched as you stoked the small fire you had built. It was a beautiful day, and you decided to take advantage of it. Despite being the only human inhabitant of the small forest planet, you never felt alone. It was probably due to the fact that you there were creatures all around you and that PC was almost human in his own way. If he were a person you knew you’d get along just as much as you did now. There was also the ever present humming of the force around you; it wasn’t a tangible or audible thing, but you could feel it all around, humming deep within you as well. 

Months ago, before all of this had started and you learned to tap into your abilities, you would have never felt all of this. Now, it was like a warm, welcoming embrace. You understood why the Jedi that came before you came here to train and practice. 

Despite being here, alone, for nearing six months, you still had moments when you missed your aliit. You wondered if he ever thought of you, or if the Child would remember you. Deep down you knew that they would, but it still scared you that they possibly wouldn’t. Not a day passed when you didn’t think of them. Initially, when Jeele had taken you to this lonely place, you figured she would stay with you, but to your surprise she’d left too.

“What?!” you almost shouted, your voice carrying throughout the expanse of trees and causing some of the birds to flutter away. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you slowly realized what this meant. You’d be alone, utterly by yourself, just like you had been when you were hiding out and moving from place to place. You used to savor the freedom of being alone and getting to do whatever you wanted, but no? It seemed more like a prison sentence than anything else, “y-you can’t leave...”

“I must,” Jeele had insisted that soft, commanding tone. You shook your head at her, holding onto the vain hope that you would convince her to stay. But she’d clearly made up her mind already, “this is the way for you to learn. We all must go through this process.”

“How am I to learn if there is no one here to teach me?” you reached for her arm as the diminutive woman started heading back to the small ship she had procured to bring you here. She stopped and gave you a small, knowing smile. Just when you thought you were getting to know her, to know that what she was all about, she surprised you.

“You do not need me here,” she promised, reaching into the small satchel at her side. She dug around it and after a few tense moments, slowly pulled out a long cylindrical piece of metal. She grabbed one of your hands and placed the cool, heavy object into it, silent as she watched you examine it. It was clearly loved and had intricate details carved it into, “this belonged to me once. For now, it is yours. Until you are ready.”

“Ready?” you asked as studied the object.

“It’s a lightsaber,” she explained as your eyes light up. You’d never seen one in person before, only having heard of them, and knew that your brother had gotten to wield one at some point, “the weapon of choice of the Jedi. It is a right of passage to build your own. I built this one many years ago, when I was barely a child. It has served me well over the years. Now it will serve you. Until you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?” you asked as you firmly grasped it, giving it a few test swings. Whatever you did caused it ignite, and a long beam of pale orange light emitted from the hilt. It buzzed and hummed magnificently after all these years, and you stared at it in wonder. It was beautiful and enchanting.

“Until you’re ready,” she repeated, and you sighed lightly. Part of you was getting annoyed with all the mystery that shrouded her words, but you weren’t going to question her anymore. She wouldn’t betray you, or do anything to harm you, you knew that.

“How long will I be here?” you asked, trailing after, taking care not to hit yourself with the saber, “how will I know when I’m ready?”

“You’ll know,” she promised, giving you a sly smile which didn’t reassure you in the slightest, “our paths will cross again, young one. When the time is right and you are ready.”

You watched her go, disappearing into the ship without so much as another word or look. You disengaged the saber, and it suddenly felt like a huge weight in your hand. A few silent tears had streamed down your face as you came to the conclusion that once again, you were alone, very, very alone in the vast expanse of the galaxy.

But you’d quickly come around and decided that instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you’d try and learn as much as you could. If those that came before you could do it, so could you. You could do this, it seemed like the hum of the force on the planet was telling you the same thing. You would be okay.

It wasn’t long before you found the old ruins of the left over temple and found PC. After that things just seemed to...fall into place. It was as if everything was alive and interacting with you, and sure enough, Jeele had been right. You were learning from the planet, and the force that surrounded you. It all came naturally, and it was as if the spirits of all the other Jedi were all around you, guiding you, showing you the way. The planet quickly became home, and you enjoyed your stay, even though the yearning in your heart was ever present.

PC beeped at you before gently nudging your foot. You looked down at him and smiled; you’d been so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed you’d just been staring into the fire, fingers wrapped tightly around the Mythosaur pendant around your neck. You’d never taken it off since Din had put it on for you. 

“I know,” you told him, stretching out your legs, followed by a long, soft sigh, “my friend gave this to me, before I came here. I think you’d like him. I think he’d like you. Maybe one day you can meet him.”

He beeped and you nodded in agreement, “I don’t know when that day will be. Maybe I’ll never be ready...maybe it’ll just be you and I here together.”

A few more high pitched and rapid chirps met your ears, causing you to laugh as you got down and hugged him, “no. I’m never leaving you, don’t worry. We’ll get out of here, together, one day. I promise.”

But just before he could make any sort of sassy remark, as he was keen to doing, a crunch of sticks and leaves met yours ears. It was quiet, almost silent even, but you didn’t miss a single thing these days. And it wasn’t an animal or creature that inhabited the forest; no, you’d grown accustomed to all of those sounds. You exchanged a nervous look with PC before automatically reaching to your side and grabbing the saber that had become yours.

Standing up to your full height, you swallowed the nervous lump in your throat as you starting walked towards the sound. PC took the liberty of attempting to defend you, rolling out in front of you and beeping loudly.

“PC!” you shouted as you tried to keep up with him, finding that he moved quite quickly, faster than your legs carried you. It was quiet for a few moments as you listened for him, but your search was interrupted when you heard a few blaster shots in the dark forest. Your heart thumped wildly as you realized you were no longer alone, “kriff!I”

You followed the sound of the blasts and quickly came into the clearing where you spotted PC tried his best to get the intruder, “leave him alone!”

Sprinting to shield the little droid from the attacker, you lit up the saber and helped it out in front of you to deflect any further shots, “if you want to mess with him, you go through me first!”

There was a momentary pause while you waited for a response, the saber still humming as you kept it at the ready. PC beeped a few times before a modulated voice quietly asked, “Y/N?”

You knew you that voice. You dreamed of that voice. There wasn’t a single that you didn’t think of its owner. You held up the saber to cast its glow as a flashlight, trying to study the intruder. Your heart nearly dropped into your stomach when you realized it was, “Din?”

You dropped the saber in excitement, letting it thud next to PC who quickly scooped it up for you. It took only a few seconds before you had crossed the clearing and nearly tackled Din, surprising him with the manifestation of excitement. He dropped this blaster as he picked you up, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you tried to remember how to breathe. Surely this had to be a dream? He couldn’t be here, he couldn’t have found you in this isolated wilderness, right?

“It’s really you,” you asked as he set you down, and put your hands on his armor, checking to make sure it was real and he was there. PC rolled against you leg as he looked at you and held up the saber. Grabbing it, you slipped it into your belt loop, thanking him, “wait - were you going to shoot my droid?”

“Since when do you have a droid?” he asked quizzically as he gave your companion a hesitant glance. It was weird - you’d never seen him act like that around anything or anyone before. 

“Since I’ve been here,” you explained, giving PC a pat, “I rebuilt him. He was left behind here, but he’s been my friend. You can’t just go around shoot at him all willy nilly!”

“No droids,” he slowly, tensing up as PC rolled closer to him, “I don’t like droids.”

“Oh?” you didn’t think anything managed to scare him...but droids apparently did, “is there a reason?”

“That’s for another time,” he promised quietly, “but he’s...does he like me?”

PC beeped a few times as he looked between the two of you. You nodded at him, “yes, PC, this is him. I know...but he’s a good friend. No, he’s family, just like you. Aliit.”

“H-he knows about me?” Din asked softly as you nodded, and as you did, his eyes fell on the pendant still around your neck. His heart, and cheeks, warmed when he realized you’d never taken if off. 

“Of course,” you answered, “he knows all about you. I promised him that he’s get to meet you one day and that he’d like you. And, no offense to you PC, there hasn’t exactly been anyone else around to talk to.”

“I’ve missed you,” he said suddenly, unable to hold the words back any longer. He had missed you, desperately. The way that your nose crinkled when you laughed, the way your hair smelled, the sound of your voice, everything. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you admitted, biting on your bottom lip, “I didn’t know when I’d see you again. But I knew I would, I knew we’d meet again.”

“We always will,” he promised. He hesitated for just a moment before pulling one of his gloves off and holding up his hand toward you, his palm facing you. You held back the tears as you held up your hand to his, palms touching softly. You marveled at how much bigger his hand was, but more so at the warmth that spread throughout you. It was a sign of intimacy, and reverence. 

“How...how did you find me?” you asked softly, brushing your fingertips along his.

“Jeele,” he said as he watched your hands in amazement, “she said you-”

“Are ready,” the sound of her voice startled you and you pulled away from Din, snapping your head in her direction. She looked the same as ever as she strode over to you. She watched you for a moment before reaching for the saber at your side and taking back into her hands, “you’ve done well, young one.”

“I’m ready?” you repeated and she nodded in response. Back to the mystery of it all, “just what exactly am I ready for? I’ve been here for months on my own, learning, and training, and trying to learn as much as I can. You just abandoned me here-”

“But you learned.”

“What?”

“You’ve learned,” she reiterated, “you’ve studied the ways of the ones before. This wasn’t all for nothing.”

“I don’t...”

“It’s time for the next part of your journey,” she started heading towards the small homestead at which you had made your home, not bothering to ask or wait for you and Din to follow. Of course, she probably knew everything that had happened to you in the months since you had been alone. She probably felt it through the force. 

You followed after her, Din and PC at your heels, “wait! What’s the next part? What do I have to do now?”

“You’re going to Ilum.”

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What Once Was Lost (The Mandalorian)

Part 1

A/n: This is my first fic in tumblr and I’m so excited to share it with you guys. This will take place during the mandala rain and have flashbacks to the clone ward and early empire. I hope you enjoy!! -Gen

Vaka Aerith never expected to be drawn back into a life of war and bounties. She had planned to live out the rest of her days on Sorgan but when a certain Mandalorian comes to town, that all changes.

Din Djaren x OC

Warnings: Slight Cursing

It has been a long time since the fall of the Republic, of the Jedi order. Vaka Aerith sometimes misses the war. Even though she knows both sides were heavily corrupt. That was really the only life she knew.

It had been a few days since the attack on the farming village Vaka and Kix had been staying at and some farmers went to get reinforcements for a neighboring port. Not many people knew of their pasts and they want to keep it that way. She was afraid of who would find them and wanted to keep a low profile. She was in the barn setting up for the bounty hunter that would be arriving when she felt a presence. It was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Another force sensitive and a very powerful one at that. She quickly got up and left when she heard children yelling that they had arrived. When she got to the cart she stayed behind everyone else. Concealed by the shadows just like her partner who stood next to her.

The first thing she noticed was the Beskar armor the Mandalorian wore. Beskar was something neither of them had seen in a long time and she was intrigued by him. Her eyes soon focused on the small green creature That popped up over the side of the cart.

“This can’t be real.” Vaka spoke quietly, eyes still trained on the small creature.

“You’re seeing a tiny master Yoda too?” Kix questioned in the same state of shock as his friend. Vaka nodded and subconsciously moved closer toward it. This did not go unnoticed by the Mandalorian. When she got close enough to touch the baby, she felt a gloved hand wrap around her upper arm. Her reflexes take hold and she quickly takes her attacker to the ground and pulls around a vibroblade. She shapes out of her state when she hears Kix yelling from behind her. She realizes she has the Bounty Hunter pinned to the ground with a blade to his neck and scrambles off of his body. Vaka peers through the mask and can feel the man staring back at her in shock. Vaka is soon pulled off the ground by Kix and they both walk back towards their shared hut.

“What were you thinking!” Kix yelled once they were in the confines of the hut. “He’s a Bounty Hunter! He could have a fob on one of us.” Kix continued to yell but it fell on deaf ears as Vaka was too busy thinking about the creature to hear any of what he was ranting about.

“Are you even listening to me?” Kix knelled down to Vaka level once he noticed the far away look in her eyes. He sighed and went to sit next to her, wrapping his strong muscular arms around her in the process.

“I just don’t want you to be taken away from me. You are the only person I have and I can’t lose you.” He whispered to her as he held on to her tight.

“I don’t want to lose you either. I just don’t know what to think. The child’s force signature is so strong it clouded my mind. I’m sorry.” Vaka turned towards Kix and held onto him just as tight. They stayed like that for a long time. Enjoying each other’s company.

“I think it would be best for you to apologize to the Hunter.” Kix broke the silence and let his arms fall to his sides, removing the blanket of warmth and safety that Vaka knew all too well.

“You’re right.” Vaka reluctantly got off of her bed and went to the barn that she has set up for the newcomers to sleep in.

As Vaka neared the small building she heard the hunter talking to someone. She hid just out of sight.

“I stacked some blankets over there for you.” Vaka recognized the voice of Omera wafting through the thin walls of the structure.

“That was very kind of you. Who was that girl from earlier? The Mirialan.” Mando asked, intrigued by the young woman who came from a species he had never seen before.

“Oh that was Vaka. She came to us a few years back. She is very kind, I think you just startled her.” Omera started walking out of the barn. Once she was out of sight, Vaka took her opportunity to enter the new home of the bounty hunter. When she entered the Mandalorian quickly pulled a blaster out. Vaka raised her hands in mock surrender. Once he recognized the figure, he slowly lowered the blaster to his side. The pair stood in silence for a minute before Vaka spoke up.

“I’m sorry for my reaction earlier. I don’t like being touched that much.” Vaka mumbled quietly. Her face began to heat up from the embarrassment and she began to leave when a voice stopped her.

“The woman said you came here a few years ago. What were you before that?” He questioned the retreating figure.

“What do you mean?” Mando looked at the woman as her voice faltered and her jaw clenched. No one had asked about her past for a long time.

“Well you obviously aren’t a farmer. You carry yourself like a soldier.” He said moving closer to her. He was intrigued by this girl who looked no more than mid twenties but carried herself like someone who had seen too much. An emotion passed through her eyes that did not go unnoticed by the man.

“I don’t know you well enough to answer that question.” Vaka was angry at the new found question and hurried to leave the barn passing the child on the way out. He held his hand out to grab her pant leg but she was gone before he could do so. Vaka went back to her hut and didn’t come out until Omera came in to break the silence. When she walked in she noticed the seemingly young woman in a deep meditation.

“I told them you would go with them to scout the area.” Vaka was snapped out of her concentration by Omera.

“You did what! I can’t be involved with them.” Vaka walked over to Omera. “What if they figure out who I am. What I am.” The last part of her statement came out in a faint whisper. Almost too quiet for Omera to hear.

“It will be good for you. You could get off of this planet. See the galaxy.” Omera placed a hand on Vaka’s shoulder and gave a small smile. “Come on. Do this for me. They seem okay.” Vaka glanced through the open door of the small room.

Vaka sighed “Okay, I’ll do it.” She quickly picked up the DC-15A laying by her side, sling the tired and full looking sling around her broad shoulders and marched out of the hut with an aura of determination about her.

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“I swear i’ve seen that girl before. I just can’t put my finger on it.” Cara Dune was standing with the Bounty Hunter in the outskirts of the farm waiting for their third companion to arrive.

Mando turned at the sound of the woman speaking. “Maybe she’s a rebel?” He turned away once hearing the rustling of branches. The young Mirialan woman in question was approaching from the building they assumed was her home. Vaka paused her walking once hearing her partner calling her name.

“Vaka, be careful with them. The shock trooper seemed like she recognized you.” Kix looked at the woman, eyes widened in fear. He couldn’t lose anyone else, both of them had already lost so much. All they had was each other at the end of the day.

“I’ll be fine Kix. you’re going to have to learn to trust my judgement eventually.” Vaka smiled and rested her hand on the taller man's shoulder and smiled a faint smile that seemed to relax the old soldier's worries. Kix watches a small smile on his face, as Vaka retreats to the outskirts of the village to meet the awaiting pair of outsides. They reminded her of herself and Kix when they arrived on Sorgun.

The Mandalorian already had his eyes trained on the woman when she finally joined the group. “So, shall we begin?” Vaka paused and waited for a response that never came. “I’m Vaka Aerith.” She tried to make conversation with the two skeptics.

She sighed, “Well if you’re not going to talk, I suggest we get going. We should get this done before nightfall.” Vaka stated, walking deeper into the dense, green forest to find the attackers. Man do and Cara shared a look before swiftly following after her.

As the trio made their way through the forest, they caught sight of some tracks and began to follow. It had been quiet for the majority of the journey.

Cara was the first to speak. “What can you tell us about the fighters?” Cara directed her question to Vaka. The woman in question was looking around the forest, searching for anything that may be of interest.

“They’re strong in numbers, but their tactics are primal. They rush in, kill whoever is in their way, get what they want and leave. Standard raiding situation.” Vaka's mouth spouted out before her mind could stop her. Her eyes widened as she slowly shifted her gaze to her companions. They looked shocked at the well rounded description of the raiders.

What exactly were you before you made your way out here?” Cara questioned the girl with a look of curiosity.

“I was a protector of sorts I guess you could say.” Vaka mumbled the answer and let fear gaze fall to the forest floor. As she gazed, she noticed the large indentation on the ground. Recognition took the place of embarrassment and concern on Vaka’s deep green skin, blue eyes looking up at Mando who has shifted in front of her in response  of the question Cara asked not moments before.

“Holy Shit! Walker tracks.” Vaka exclaimed at the group, pointing down towards the tracks deep within the soil. Mando and Cara’s eyes both widened and looked at each other. They both turned to the woman who had pointed the tracks out to them.

“Did you know about this?” They both asked, shifting closer to her.

“Do I look like I knew about this. They must be trying to wipe out the whole farm.” Anger flashed in her steely blue eyes and began to march back to the village.

“Hey, where are you going!” Cara began to chase after the woman, Mando following closely behind.

“I’m leaving!” Vaka huffed starting to pick up speed. “I can’t stay here with that thing not klicks from me!” Tears started to form, her eyes got darker as a memory entered her brain. She stopped dead in her tracks and dropped to the ground. When Mando and Cara caught up to her, she was breathing heavily. Mando crouched down to her level and saw silent tears running down her face, a long off look in her eyes.

Vaka Aerith and a ginger boy a few years younger than her were on an imperial platform. The sound of blaster fire and screaming filled the air as they finished dispensing the last wave of stormtroopers. Suddenly a At-St walker dropped from an incoming imperial ship. Vaka ignited her lightsaber and so did the ginger boy to her right.

“We can do this Cal. We can’t give up!” She yelled over the deafening noise of the raging battle. The walker began shooting at the pair and the two darted to opposite sides of the platform.

“Hey kid. You have to wake up. We need to go.” The deep modulated voice of the Mandalorian brought her out of the nightmare. Vaka gasped as she sat up and began to recognize the world around her. She brought her hand to rest on the one that Mando had placed on her shoulder to try and shake her awake. Vaka looked into the visor of the Mandalorian helmet, the remnants of tears still evident on her face. This was the first time Mando got a good look at the Mirialan girl and noticed the beauty that she held. Even through the tears, he could see the beauty of her blue eyes, dulled by horrors he couldn’t think of.

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve been through but I need you to get up and follow me back to the farm.” Mando spoke softly and slowly, as if he was talking to a child. Vaka looks past him to something in the distance. When Mando turned to look at whatever she was seeing but saw nothing.

“Yeah, alright.” The soft murmur manifested itself inside of Vaka and made its way out of her throat. She slowly got up off of the ground not taking her eyes off of the glowing figure of a large humanoid man, draped in light robes. He reaches out his hand but as soon as Vaka goes to reach for him, his figure dissipates. She lets out a small whimper and ducks her head low and her outstretched hand returns to its place at her side.

“Let’s go.” Vaka squeaked out as she began to walk slowly the rest of the way back to the farm. Mando and Cara shared a curious and sad gaze with each other and followed her back to the village.

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“Bad news, you can’t live here anymore.” Mando calmly told the gathered farmers. Uproar began to sprout from their lips and anger in their voices. Vaka listens from inside her home.

“Vaka, what happened out there?” Kix emerged to greet the girl in a panic.

“They have a walker. We can’t deal with something like that so we’re leaving.” Vaka frantically shoved things into an old republic backpack she had saved from the war. Her hand stopped as they grazed the top of the familiar cool metal.

“You’re a Jedi Vaka, there was once a time when you could take out a whole battalion of droids by yourself.” Kix spoke softly to his friend. Vaka shut her eyes and grasped her lightsaber, inner turmoil evident on her face.

“Fine, we’ll stay and fight, but if I die, it's on you.” She walked past him to the courtyard where the Mandalorian was speaking. “If we train them, we might stand a chance.” All eyes turned to her. “I’ve done it before.” Vaka looked straight at Mando begging him to say something.

“I agree with the girl.” The Mandalorian declared eyes trained on hers.

“Let’s get to work then.” Thus began the long process of training the farmers.

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It had been a few weeks since they found out about the AT-ST and the farmers were coming along nicely. Mando had been training some of the farmers in blaster handling with Kix while Cara and Vaka had been handling melee training.

“Do you think they’re ready?” Vaka asked the bounty Hunter as they looked out among the trainees.

“As ready as they'll ever be. We’re heading out tonight, do you want to come with us?” Mando asked the woman he had grown close to over the past weeks.

“I’ll stay here, wait for you and Cara to come to me.” Vaka smiled at him, patted his armored chest plate and went to go and see the child. She had been spending a lot of time with the young one and had grown close to him. She had even been teaching him some force tricks. She was trying to get a handle on his abilities before they got out of hand and hurt someone.

Night had fallen on the small village and they were all gearing for a fight. Vaka would be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t worried. She was scared because she knew that if this went south, she may have to use her other method of disposal. She would have to leave the planet if that happened and they couldn’t afford to have other people know what she was.

“It’s coming!” Vaka shouted over the noise of the battle to everyone.”Get Ready!” She made her way closer to the walls as Cara and Mando came bursting out of the forest, the repurposed AT-ST walker hot on their tails. Cara and Mando ducked behind the barricade that Vaka and Kix were behind. They all waited for the walker to step into the pool, but it never did. Vaka began to panic as the walker stopped inches before it would’ve hit the pond. The walker turned on it’s floodlights. It was searching for targets. The people in the front ducked down but it began firing at the ones who had not heard the order in the rear. The raiders shot out of the forest in enormous strength. the battle had begun.

Open Fire!” Vaka yelled from behind the barricade. Shots began to ring out from both sides of the battle. Vaka had a large grin plastered on her face as she too bagan to fire on the raiders. She had forgotten how much she loved battle. The rush of adrenaline that surged through her with each shot. One, Two, Three, Four raiders down.

“We gotta get that thing to step forward.” Mando directed the statement to Vaka and Cara.

“I know what to do.” Vaka looked to Kix, “Manuver 246, like the seppie tanks from back in the day.” She smiled a sad smile at him

“We can’t.” Kix took her by the shoulders. “You know what will happen if we do. We’ll find another way.” Vaka looked towards the man she had known for such a long time.

“You know there is no other way.” She took his hand off of her shoulder and turned to Mando. “You got a grenade on you?” she asked, pointing at his belt.

“Yeah, I got one.” He unclipped the grenade and handed it to the woman. Vaka grasped the grenade and looked to Kix who was pulling something out of the backpack he was wearing. His hand emerged with a shining cylindrical object and put it out for Vaka to take. She hesitated but took the object.

“I need you three to draw it’s fire.” She sounded sad as she ignited a strange object. It was a glowing white blade that emerged from the hilt. A lightsaber. With one final nod towards the group she stood to her full height and began screaming at the walker.

“Hey, hey! Over here you tin can!” Vaka shouted standing from behind the barricade. Kix did the same and began running full speed towards the walker. Vaka reached her hand out and halted the walker. She sent more force to the beast and brought it to the ground. Kix got on top of the walker, opened the hatch and threw the grenade inside. He jumped off of the walker and was caught by an invisible force. Vaka had caught him and was now pulling him towards her.

The walker exploded when Kix finally reached the group and Vaka let go of the walker and Kix. She fell to her knees as the rest of the group took care of the remaining raiders. Mando took Vaka into his arms before she could hit the ground.

“How did you do that?” He asked, surprise evident in his voice. Vaka peered up at him through her dark lashes.

“Why don't you ask me another time? I think I need a nap.” Her voice began to fade as she fell into a deep slumber.

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Mando and Cara were resting outside of the barn they had been staying in. It had been a few weeks since the battle and things had calmed down. Mando had his eyes trained on Vaka who was playing with the children, amazing them with her use of the force. She had told both of them that she was a jedi that was being hunted down by the empire. She joined the rebellion and met Kix there and they had been together at the battle of Endor. Ever since then, they had been together.

“So what happens if you take that thing off?” Cara asked Mando, a knowing smirk on her face. She had seen the way Mando’s eyes always seemed to find Vaka. “Do they come after you and kill you?” She sipped her spotchka and looked towards Mando who had moved his attention from the girl to Cara.

No, you just can’t ever outit back on again.” Mando spoke solemnly. In the months he had been on Sorgun, he had thought about taking off the helmet. Settling down with the girl who had stolen his heart. Every moment he thought about her. He couldn’t get her out of his head.

“That’s it? so you can slip off the helmet, and settle down with that beautiful young Jedi; who’s a hell of a fighter by the way, and raise your kid sitting here, siping spotchka?” Cara was shocked and amused. Mando turned his head towards her and she raised her hand in mock defeat.

“You know, we raised some hell here a few weeks back.” Mando turned his head back towards the group of children gathered around the woman. “It’s too much action for a backwater town like this. Word travels fast. We might want to cycle the charts and move on.” Vaka felt Mando looking at her and turned to face them. She made eye contact and waved. Mando was suddenly very glad for the helmet he was wearing. His cheeks began to heat up.

“Wouldn’t want to be the one to tell him that.” Cara said motioning towards the small green child who was currently in Vaka’s arms.

“I’m leaving him here. Traveling with me, that’s no life for a kid. He’ll be safer here with Vaka than he is with me. I did my job, he’s safe.” Pain was evident in the bounty hunter’s voice. He had grown to love the little womp rat even if he didn’t show it that often.

“I agree with the Mandalorian.” Kix emerged from the barn, no doubt hearing most if not all of their conversation. “But, you’ll be sad to hear that Vaka and I aren't staying here.” He leaned against the post closest to Cara. The two had grown close over the past few weeks, sharing old stories from the war. They had confided in one another on multiple occasions.

“Why not?” Cara spoke, slight anger in her voice.

“Just like you said, we raised hell and now we gotta get out. We don’t know who is still looking for us.” He spoke to the pair as his eyes made his way to Vaka and the child. He knew that the child had to stay with her. She could train him in the ways of the force.

Cara smiled at the man, bringing the soptchka to her lips. “It's gonna break his little heart.” She said, taking a swig of the drink.

“He’ll get over it, we all do.” Mano replied.

“I’m not sure we do.” Kix mumbled as he and Cara walked away.

A few moments later, Mando found his way to Vaka.

“Can I have a word?” he asked the beautiful woman. She nodded and stood beginning to walk with him. They walked until they were out of earshot of the farmers.

“It’s about the child isn’t it?” she spoke for the first time and Mando felt his heart quicken. Her voice was like honey, so sweet and soft.

“How did you know?” He asked and she just motioned to her body with a smile. “Right Jedi.” He mumbled as he realized he had suddenly lost the courage to speak. He cleared his throat and began to speak, “He’s happy with you. I think you should keep him.” He spoke quickly. Vaka just smiled and said,

“I will take him but whether you like it or not you are bonded with the youngling. He won;t take it well. I think we should all stay together. Me, himn, you.” The last portion came out quiet and her cheeks began to heat up. Mando grabbed her hand and rested it on his helmet. She brought the other hand to meet with the other side and they stayed like that for a while. She began to lift up his helmet when they heard a blaster being fired. They ran to the spot where it came from and found a dead hunter with a fob on the child.

“He’s no safer with me than he is with you, so why don’t we just stick together.” Vaka spoke to him once everything was safe. The Mandaloran chose not to argue and let her join. The quartet made the trek back to Mando’s ship and decided it was best to split up.

“Well I guess this is goodbye for a while Kix.” Vaka spoke softly while resting her hands on the sides of his face. She began to cry at the thought of not seeing him again, he was her last connection to her previous life.

“We’ll see each other again. I promise.” He wrapped his arms around her and kept them there for longer than he wanted to admit. He would miss her. They both let go and looked at each other one final time before going their separate ways. Vaka with Mando and Kix with Cara.

Vaka made her way up the wrap of the foreign ship and was greeted with the Mandalorian she had come to like. He was strapping everything down to the ship and prepping the sleeping quarters that had not been used in a while. He herd her approach and lifted his head to meet her glassy eyes.

“I know it’s not much but…” Mando was cut off by the Mirialan woman.

“It’s great Mando.” She smiled at him and they both made their way to the cockpit of the Razor Crest. Mando looked at Vaka who was setting the child in his seat and smiled behind his helmet. This was his new family.

His own little Clan.

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D. Djarin - Newborn Daughter

Requested by @callingmrsbarnes​

       Din watched you with your newborn daughter. You had returned ‘home’ a few days ago but your husband still remained in full amour. You knew he would take it off eventually knowing that your daughter, Nova, would have a breakdown every time he took the helmet off if she never saw the man under it. But Din was still processing the fact that she was actually here, that he could have helped create something as beautiful and innocent. 

       Din walked over to you, his eyes on Nova as you breastfeed her. You looked at your husband, dark bags under your eyes. Nova’s birth was more difficult than the doctors thought and you were rushed into an emergency C-section. Leaving Din for hours with the fear that he would lose you or Nova... or both. You smiled at him lightly and leaned against his gloved hand as he stroked your cheek.

       “How are you?”

       “Tired and a little sore, but nothing I can’t handle.” You watched as Din pulled off one of his gloves, then gently stroked the dark tuff of hair on Nova’s head.

        “She’s so soft.”

        You giggled, “She’s a newborn, Din, their always soft.” You carefully adjusted Nova as she finished eating to fix your top and so she could look at Din.

       Din looked at the honey-brown eyes staring up at him. He knew Nova’s eyes were probably darker than the visor let him see. Nova started whining which caused Din to slightly panic. She was afraid of him and as you tried quieting her down, Din did the only thing that would help.

      He kneeled next to you and took the helmet off. Nova’s whines turned to sniffles as she stared at Din, her eyes just as light without the visor. 

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Easy Like A Sunrise Caf Mando X Reader

A/N: 

When joining the #mandoachallenge I was given the prompt “Morning” So I was struggling a little with the concept for which direction I wanted to go. Should I do a morning after a night of passion? or the morning light of hope after a night of thinking they reader and mando would never see another day. Then, it came to me. 

So a little while ago I not only visited Disneyland and got to spend a week in the park and spent most of my time in galaxies edge. I fell in love with the world and ended up making a character for the park’s story. 

On top of that, I bought the cook book so I could make food from the park. Theres a recipe for a coffee drink called a sunrise caf. I drink it a little too much if I’m honest. 

Anywho, enjoy the fluff! 

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Nothing compares to a morning on the razor crest. If anyone said otherwise they had never spent a night or month, even years around Dyn. At this point in the game, it had been two years since Dyn had taken on two lives to travel with him, the child, and the girl from Batuu. Metallic noises and cracking and creaking of the razor crest traversing hyperspace made Y/N feel right at home, which was odd all things considered since she hadn’t traveled anywhere besides a few places on Batuu. Stowing away on the stranger’s ship was the best choice she’d ever made. Opening her eyes from the pile of blankets in the corner of the hull, the girl from Batuu pulled the covers over herself again, feeling the cold creeping in from the metal interior all around. Closing her eyes again she let her mind wander to her new… 

would she even call him a friend? She really had become his onboard mechanic. The sound of the ship’s doors opening from the cabin above made her jump ever so slightly while she nuzzled into the little nest of blankets and pillow she had been given. There was a thud and vibrations of a body landing on the deck of the hull, waking her up fully this time. Polished beskar gleamed in the low light before the Mandalorian raised the lights to illuminate the room. He didn’t say anything while he watched Y/N stretch and sigh while she stumbled up from her sleep, fully dressed in her half jumpsuit and long sleeve grey heather shirt. Her goggles sat on the floor next to her pile of blankets and she stretched again as she bent down to pick up her belongings. There was a comfortable silence between the both of them. The only sound was the occasional bunk and rattle of the ship in hyperdrive. The Mandalorian sat down on an ammunition crate and hoisted his disintegrator which Y/N had nicknamed Dusty. “How’s the kid?”  He asked out of the silence as Y/N put the blankets in a corner neatly folded while she slipped on her gloves after and reached for her tool tin. “He’s still asleep. The last skirmish on Nal hutta wore him out.” She opened the tin and found that one of her tools was missing. Looking around she saw that the Mandalorian held it in his grasp. She sighed and gave a slight smirk. “Looks like maintenance is curbed for me until you’re done.” In a small and concentrated response, Mando replied. “Looks like it.” He took the wrench looking tool and loosened a part on dusty. Y/N looked to the kitchen area of the razor crest. It was always empty, but since she had permanently moved onto the ship as a member of its crew, there were a lot of times when Mando was handing in bounties that she would be found in the market with the child, buying caf. Caf was a dark and bitter drink naturally. Expensive too now. The drink kept her going on batuu, where it had been affordable to drink readily. Standing and turning on the microbrewer for the drink she glanced at Mando still cleaning his weapon. “You want some?” she asked as she prepared the bean dust that it had been ground into a moment ago by her hand. She poured water into the machine. He could smell the strong aroma from where he was sitting. Through his helmet and it permeated the area around the hull. “Sure.” The response was short and sweet, though quiet as ever. The man of a few words. 

Next Y/N reached for spices which Dyn had for… Who knows why a bounty hunter has spices on his ship. She took siilin, and rodian yellow meg, with whatever sweetener she had on had and put it into two cups filled to the brim with the dark brown liquid. To finish it, she added tuantaun milk, so rich and creamy it turned the drink white. After mixing the drinks she paced slowly over to Mando, careful not to spill it. “Here.” She said gaining his attention as he rose his visor to meet her sight. “Thank you.” He said taking it from her. “Don’t mention it.” She smiled and then turned, she knew by now the ritual of the Mandalorian. When he ate, she had to turn around so he could remove his helmet. She sat down with her back to him as she heard the helmet being placed it next to him as he took his first sip of the steaming beverage. “It’s good.” He complimented. She took a long gulp of her own and a bigger smile made itself present on her lips. “Welcome to a morning on the spire.” Mando hummed. “What’s it called?” Y/N wanted to turn so badly but refused to betray the trust she’d built with Dyn. “A sunrise caf.” She closed her eyes and dreamed of being on the roof of her house, looking out on the town before she started the day. Heavy and muted boots broke her from the memory as the Mandalorian sat next to her, no helmet, and a smile that was the most beautiful she’d ever seen.

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11. “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.” 

Author’s note: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been having a bit of trouble writing longer works lately, but I really like this prompt (it reminds me of me and my boyo)! So here’s a short little drabble while I get back into writing again :) Hope you like it! And feel free to send in any other requests you have.

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It was late, not that it mattered much in hyperspace. The only reason y/n knew it was getting late was because they were getting sleepy. The child had drifted off a few minutes after they jumped into hyperspace, leaving y/n and Mando to their own devices.

It was peaceful in hyperspace. No one chasing after them (normally), peace and quiet, the child’s naptime. Especially after tracking down quarries, it was a perfect opportunity to relax. Din could just put the ship on autopilot and res-

“You’re so pretty in the light,” y/n mused, breaking the silence. Draped across the co-pilot chair, y/n stared intently at the streaks of light reflecting off of Din’s beskar armor.

The only sign that he’d heard y/n speak was the slight turn of his helmet.

“N-not that you’re not pretty in other lighting,” y/n added, remembering how shiny his armor was back on Sorgan. “You’re very pretty. With armor, without armor... they’re just different kinds of pretty, you know? Though I guess you’re more handsome than pretty....Or are you just hot...? How about all of the above? You’re—what do those earthlings call it?—a tall glass of-”

“Y/n, it’s been a long day,” Din interrupted, the hint of a smile present in his voice. “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more—shut up.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night,” y/n mumbled, shifting to sit more comfortably. Perhaps it was time to go to bed....

“What was that?” the mandalorian asked, swiveling around in his chair. Oh, y/n was in trouble now.

“Nothing.”

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Opposites [ The Mandalorian x Reader ] 05

A few weeks had passed by since you started this journey with the Mandalorian. The Child had quickly formed an attachment to you, which wasn't shocking. Mando was fine at taking care of him but he didn't show as much affection as a kid that age craves. This was his first time having to take care of a child, at least you assumed. Everyone had to start somewhere and he seemed to have done a well enough job before you joined. He kept the kid alive and happy which was more than a lot of parents you had seen. It was endearing to see how hard he was trying, he knew he wasn't the best caretaker. You could see his shoulders lose the tension in them when you took the kid when he was crying, able to immediately calm him back down.

At the moment, nothing was calm or endearing. The ship shot through the air like a bullet, a smaller yet still dangerous ship on your tail. Mando was up in the cockpit with the Child while you were in the body of the ship, rushing around to repair on the go. There still was only so much you could do while the ship was in flight. There were repairs that would have been dealt with when the ship was docked somewhere. You couldn't give a full feedback report on the status of the ship without looking outside. At the moment, you were making sure the blasters still were in working condition. One of the ships had torn some of the wires but as long as you hold the two ends together, it was enough to work.

"Mando, what's taking so long up there? I can only do this for so long!" You shouted, back against the cold floor of the ship, torso through a panel so you were able to reach the wires. Your helmet was strapped tight to your head, keeping your face as protected as possible. It was uncomfortable and you only wore it when working inside of the ship. You learned that the hard way when working on one of the ships in the graveyard. It jerked and you ended up hitting your head on one of the iron pipes, knocking you out for fifteen minutes.

"I'm working on it! Hang onto something!" That didn't sound good for you.

The ship came to an abrupt stop, your body hitting the side of the panel. Your ribs would be bruised but it was better than dying in a ship explosion. This was why you needed to wear a helmet! The lights went out for a few moments before the red emergency lights came on. This couldn't be good. You pushed yourself out of the nook you were working in, moving back up to the cockpit to figure out what was going on.

"Guess Mandalorians aren't the best pilots, huh?" You joked, sitting down in the copilot seat that you had claimed as your own. Mando would sit in the pilot's, you would sit in the copilot's, and the Child would be in his makeshift crib behind the two of you. A routine was forming for the three of you, Mando no longer seeming as scary as he was before.

"You want to try your hand at steering this thing? I got us out of their alive and that's all that matters."

"The ship isn't going to be alive for long if we don't get some repairs." You leaned back, eyes trained on his figure.

"I know. We're landing on this planet for a pitstop."

...

Peli was strange, that was for sure, but you looked up to her. She treated you almost like an apprentice since Mando didn't want any of her bots working on his ship. When you brought up your own experience, Peli was more than happy to have the assistance. Out of the two of you, she was the more experienced but you were eager to learn anything new. What you lacked in skill, you made up for in enthusiasm.  That was more than could be said about most people. No one was willing to learn how to do things by hand anymore, they just relied on technology to make even more technology. Didn't they want a special touch in things?

"Peli, this goes under the wing, right?" You called out from your position under the ship, just your head peeking out at the woman. She saw your face covered in oil and grease yet you wore it just like a debutante would wear glamour makeup. If you weren't part of that man's crew already, she would offer you a job here with her.

"Yeah, you got it! You gonna run me out of business if you keep learning this fast. That Mandalorian ain't paying you enough hun!"

"He isn't paying me anything." You joked as you crawled back into the small area that you were working on. It was good that you weren't afraid of small spaces or else you wouldn't be able o do internal repairs such as this.

"That's even worse then!"

Comparing you to Mando was like seeing night and day. Peli saw the Mandalorian as some gruff man who was all work and no play while you were more likely to take the lighter side of a situation, even if that meant that the job took a bit longer. Mando was able to keep you focused if you truly began to get distracted and you were able to make sure there was some joy in his life. He may not say anything but Peli was smart enough to see past his mask. The chiding and the sighing weren't as threatening as he wanted people to believe, not with you anyway. She couldn't say what it was but he didn't hate you like he wanted people to think. He was trying to put distance between the two of you, he didn't want to get close. The older woman kept her mouth quiet, knowing that it wasn't her place to bring it up to you. You would learn in time, as long as you weren't as oblivious as Mando made you out to be. He made it sound like you were a helpless crewmate that he had to protect just as much as the child. As you worked with Peli, she was able to see the truth of who you were. You were hard working and weren't afraid to stand up to the intimidating man you called a pilot.  

From the looks of it, he liked that. Peli couldn't help but wonder what else the man liked about you. Perhaps there was something more developing within him than just respect. Even if anything did form, would the Mandalorian be strong enough to accept his feelings? How long had it been since he had a friend? Did he ever have one? What happened to make him so withdrawn from forming any attachment?

...

When the Mandalorian got back from the strange job, he was greeted with a sight he was afraid of. Peli and her robots were up in her glass room, blaster in hand. She wanted to help but she knew well enough that she would only end up making it worse. As he approached his ship, Toro walked out with a gun pressed to your head and the Child wrapped in your arms. It made his stomach drop and his pulse quicken though he made sure to keep those feelings hidden.

"Now, I'm sure you know why this is happening, don't you Mando?" His voice dripped with pride, obviously believing he was the smartest man in the whole star system. Your mind tuned out of the conversation enough to allow you to think of a plan. While in the ship, you had thought over some options but there was nothing you could know for sure until Mando got here.

Though just a glimpse, you saw a flashbang stuffed into the man's jacket pocket. You had never used one before but you knew enough about them to know how they worked. That would be enough of a distraction for you to get yourself and The Child out of harm's way. The man would loosen his grip and you could get out of his hold. The only issue would be what would happen afterward. You would have enough time to get to a safe place but Mando would be just as taken aback as Toro. With a knot in your stomach, you hoped he would live up to his expectations.

"You know," You spoke up, drawing the attention of both men to your voice allowing you to pickpocket the flashbang, "It doesn't seem very bounty hunter like to have to take a hostage. It seems kinda like you can't do your job by yourself so you have to resort to threatening people, including a baby. Bet the ladies love that."

"Shut up bitch!" He shoved you in the shoulder with the butt of the blaster while still having a loose hand around your waist. You could see the twitch of Mando's hand, ready to shoot at a moment's notice. There was a dull pain radiating from your shoulder blade but it was worth it to allow you to get the item without notice. Now palming the small machine, you just had to wait for the right moment. It had to be far enough away so as not to hit you or the baby but close enough not to hit Mando.

The man focused on Mando again, going on some speech about joining the bounty guild. With both arms wrapped around the baby, you would be able to shoot forward into the dirt. If you were ready for the blast, you could get out of the way even with the blinding light. Mando was staring in your direction, though you couldn't tell what had his focus. Was he staring at Toro or was he watching you? Was he worried or was he just trying to kill this man like any other threat to him? It was hard to tell with his helmet. With the few weeks you had spent with him, you were learning to translate his body language. He wasn't very good at concealing his feelings through his movements. He was lucky his face was hidden or else everyone would be able to read him like an open.

You stared directly at him, waiting a long enough time until you were certain he had to be paying attention to you. You could at least hope. While still holding the flashbang with two fingers, you showed him what was in your hand. It was the most you could do to prepare him before using it. Sending a prayer to any deity of Luck that was listening, you aimed at the ground and pressed the button.

There was no time to prepare or even notice before the burst of light exploded. With all the force you could muster, you pulled away and tumbled off of the loading dock ramp. A blaster shot rang out as you landed on your knee, pushing yourself behind one of the many wooden crates. Dust and smoke began to fill the air as the light faded away, the outcome of the fight unknown to you. A gentle hand placed itself on your shoulder, causing you to quickly spin around. A throbbing pain radiated from your knee, had you hit it that hard?

"Hey, it's alright, you're fine. That fighter of yours took care of that guy." Peli leaned down, taking the Child from your arms, "Now that must have been loud for those big ears of yours, huh? Yeah, I bet it was."

As Peli walked away, another more hulking figure came to stand in front of you. All you could do was smile sheepishly, knowing that whatever was coming was going to be a scolding. You could have done it perfectly but the Mandalorian would still find something wrong with it. He was such a narcissist, thinking he could do everything the best. He didn't need the help of others.  Yet here you were and you had made it your goal to prove to him that companionship wasn't always a nuisance.

"Do you realize how dangerous that was?" He asked, hands resting on his hips as he looked you over.

"Why aren't you getting up?"

"I think I may have hurt my knee when I fell but I'll be fine. I just need to rest it for a second and then I'll be as good as new."

A loud sigh escaped his helmet, quiet enough to keep from going through his modulator. As you were just about to go on this long speak of how you were alright, you were instead silenced when two strong arms lifted you in a bridal style carry. Your arms reactively wrapped around his neck, eyes widening at the new height and loss of control. You had never been picked up like this before. When anyone tried to pick you up at your home ended up with a black eye or bloody nose. This felt different. Where others picked you up to joke around and tease you, Mando didn't seem the type to follow that pattern. A quick flutter filled your chest but you pushed it to the side. You couldn't focus on that, not now.

"Well, it seems like I'm interrupting something," Peli joked as Mando carried you back towards the ship. He only gave her a silent stare in response, prompting her to give the child over to you. He could be intimidating at times but he seemed to have two types of intimidation. There was the one no-nonsense type which he gave to those he had a semblance of trust in and then there was the type he gave his enemies. Today had been the first day you had ever seen the second type in action.

The Child cooed for your attention, wanting to play. How was he able to be so calm after something so chaotic occurred? That would be a gift for him in the future. With the amount of trouble that had followed him already, there would only be more as he grew. Being adaptable would be his only chance at happiness in this life. You knew that all too well.  

Once Mando paid Peli what she was due and then some, he moved back onto the ship with the tiny crew he had acquired in his arms.

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[goddessofmischief]

The reader gambles Din/Mando a new ship for him, because “you know” 🤯 And she’s winning the game and mando walks in and takes by the arm ... I’ll let you do the rest

I love this

Sabacc - Din Djarin x Reader

You were winning.

You always did, of course. You had learned sabacc as a child, an orphan. To know it was to survive. You could buy food, clothes, shelter.

Of course, you didn't need those things now. No - now, you wanted a ship.

The Razor Crest had been good. It was fine. But the Mandalorian had gotten it before he found you. This was your opportunity to prove yourself useful. Now... you could do better.

And you had all the cards you needed. Pure sabacc.

“And that, gentlemen,” you said, about ready to throw your cards down, “Is how you-”

But they weren’t paying any attention. You paused, feeling a weight on your arm, and glanced over your shoulder.

“Let’s go,” he said, gruffly. “Alright,” you said, not addressing him, but instead, addressing the table. “I’ll be back in moments, my friends, I’ve just got to talk with my-” Din pulls you over before you can finish.

“What were you thinking?” “I’m thinking I’m gonna get us a ship.” He sighs.

“Are you good?” “Oh! Very.”

It’s driving him insane, you know. Din hates gambling. But he also likes the idea of a ship, you can tell.

“Din,” you said, patiently, “I swear, I’ve got this. Because... we’ve got everything we need. A good hand, and-”

You tapped your chest, and he glanced at you, skeptically.

“Heart?”

“No,” you snorted. “No, me. I’m gonna win this for us.”

“Dank ferrik.”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him, sitting back down at the table.

“As I said,” you began, throwing your cards down. “Pure sabacc.”

...

“That’s how you got it, huh?” Cara asks, gazing at the ship. “Sabacc?”

“Yes,” states Din, gruffly, and you grin at him.

“That’s how I came to win it off the Ducain brothers,” you said to Cara, grandly.

“Wow.” “Yeah,” you say, smugly, looking pretty proud of yourself, and if Din could roll his eyes, he would. “Yeah, that’s how I came to own the Millennium Falcon.”

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[goddessofmischief]

wait can you do a din one where you are with like cara, and Greef and all of that and then Mando calls you cyar’ika or love or something in front of all of them and they are all like 👁👄👁

Excuse Me? - Din Djarin x Reader

You’d liked Cara Dune right away.

Greef Karga, much less immediately.

But you’d tolerated them both, teamed up with them to save the kid.

Now, you were coming back. Din needed his ship fixed - and he only trusted a few people to do it.

But a lot had changed since the last time. For one... Din Djarin was now in love with you.

(Perhaps he had been before, but... he hadn’t made it known. Not yet.)

And you were looking forward to seeing them again, Cara, at least.

Cara, you knew, had been the biggest advocate for the two of you. You were pretty sure she’d threatened Omera. (Unnecessary... but appreciated, all the same.)

“Cara!” you exclaimed, jogging off the Razor Crest ramp while Din looked on, bemused. He knew better than to get between the two of you.

“Y/N!” she shouted, picking you up and spinning you around. “Baby, how you doing?”

“Not bad,” you admit, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. She sets you down. “...Oh, hi, Karga.”

He waves at you, offhandedly, and Din throws an arm around your shoulder, which none of them notice - too preoccupied with the baby.

...

You knew that you and Din couldn’t come into town without Karga asking you to do something. You knew it.

And yet, Din was falling for it anyway. The four of you were gathered around a table, plotting.

“So we’re doing this?” you said, irritably.

Din turns his helmet to you, and squeezes your hand. You see Cara’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline.

“It’ll be alright, cya’rika,” he says, quietly. He must have thought he was being stealthy. “I won’t let anything happen.” “EXCUSE ME?”

It’s Cara. She’s yelling.

“Dune,” states Din. “What?” She gestures, frantically, between the two of you.

“Him and you and you and him-” “Hold on,” interrupts Karga. “You and the Mandalorian?” “Yes,” you respond, suddenly defensive. “Why?” “That’s terrible. You can do better than this... whatever he is.” “I’m actually pretty sure that I can’t.”

"You seen his face?”

You gulp.

“Um... no.”

"Hm,” is all Karga says in response. “Interesting.”

“How? How is it even remotely interesting, Karga? Tell me, I wanna know.”

He shrugs.

“He could be a Sullustan, you don’t know-” “Okay, I’m just going to end this now,” you exclaim, standing up. “Yeah, I haven’t actually seen his face, but I know it, okay? We’ve... kissed.” You can’t see under Din’s helmet right now, but oh, you wish you could.

From his posture, it seems like your poor Mandalorian wants to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“Hey,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder and cuddling up to him. “Hey, it’s okay.” “No,” he says. finally. “No, they’re... right.”

In three words, he breaks your heart.

“They’re wrong,” you promise. “I love you, Din Djarin. Nothing can change that. Even if you are a Sullustan.” “I’m not.” “Well...” you utter, pecking the area of his helmet where his cheek should be, “...Even if you were.”

Requests open for the Mandalorian!

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[goddessofmischief]

What about Din caring about sick reader

Just Tired - Din Djarin x Sick!Reader

“No.”

You’re irritated about how quickly he answers. You would be coming along on the mission, of course. You always did. Without you, he’d be lost. You were sure of that.

And he wanted you to stay behind.

“Why the hell not?” you shouted, louder than you had meant to, and coughed all over him. He winced, but you took comfort in the fact that he had his mask on.

“Because you’re obviously sick.” “So?” “So, I’m not gonna let you wade into blaster fire. You can’t even hold your head up.” It’s true, you couldn’t. It kept lolling to the side, like a deflating balloon.

“Well, there’s no way I’m letting you go alone. This guy is too dangerous.”

“I have to, cyare.”

“Then... I’m going.” The Mandalorian looked as if he wasn’t so worried for your safety, he would throttle you with his bare hands.

“If I agreed to stay with you, would you stay?” Your heart thrums a little faster, realizing what he’s suggesting. He’d put you first. Ahead of his job. This.. this was a first.

“You would stay?” you asked, quietly. “Yes.”

You swallowed, and he helped you up, assisting you to the rest area. That is, until your legs buckled under you. And just like that, he was carrying you.

“Are you okay?” “Yeah,” you said, sniffling, putting your arms around Din and burying your face in his shoulder. “Yeah, I am.”

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[goddessofmischief]

so i heard you wanted soft din?? idk if you’ve heard “para agradecer” by chicano batman but it reminds me of him so much.

That’s really cute wow - I hadn’t heard it before but yes I agree! Thanks for introducing me. I’m in awe of soft din djarin. also, for longtime readers, this takes place in my din djarin x jedi! reader series...

because I love you - din djarin x jedi!reader

You couldn’t breathe.

You’d had nightmares before, of course... visions, really. Things you hadn’t been there for, like the destruction of the Jedi Temple, the actions of Anakin Skywalker. And you had nightmares of your own life, too - years spent on the streets of your home planet, wondering what the hell you were going to do with your life.

And then... Din showed up. And you stopped wondering.

Until now.

It had been a long time since you’d had a nightmare. It was difficult not to sleep soundly in his arms, after all - but now, they'd come back. Manifesting from worry, paranoia. A deep sense of loss. And this one... it had been worse than all the others.

So, not knowing what to do but knowing you couldn’t stay, you'd crawled out of bed, gone downstairs. Watched the kid for awhile, to make sure he wasn’t plagued by similar dreams. And then... crawled into some tiny space, brought your knees up to your nose, and hid from everything. If you were a human, you’d say you were having a panic attack. But Jedi don’t do that. You were stronger than this. You wouldn’t allow it to control you.

“Cyare?” Oh, God. It’s Din. He’s tired... he’s so tired he doesn’t have his helmet on, hair matted from sleep and bags under his eyes, and you feel guilty and sad, all at once. It’s your fault. You did this.

You.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” you mutter, swallowing. “No, nothing’s wrong. Just... a nightmare.”

“Nightmare?” he asks, straightening up, as if someone’s going to attack both of you at any moment. “What happened?”

You only shake your head, you and Din’s signal for when the other just can’t bear to talk about it anymore. Unfortunately for you, Din doesn’t take the hint.

“Look at me.” You do.

“Whatever it is, I want to listen.” So... you let him. He crawls down next to you, and you try to breathe, and tell him the whole sad story of how you got him killed. About how in the dream, his last words were that you were the worst mistake he ever made. And how some part of you believed it.

“Hey,” Din insists, when you’re done. He takes your hands in his. “Hey, cyare, that’s not real-” “I know,” you admit. “But it’s... what if this is wrong, Din?” “It’s not.” He doesn’t sound like himself at all - always worrying about the next thing that could go wrong. In this moment, Din Djarin sounds sure enough for both of you.

“How do you know?” He shrugs.

“You’re the person I’m supposed to be with,” he said, finally. “Even though you’re a Jedi. It doesn’t matter.”

“It used to matter.” “That was before I fell in love with you. Then it didn’t. You think... you think after years of being alone, I could want anyone else? You think after all this time, you being a Jedi is going to keep me away?” You grin, feeling your chest loosen and fear subside.

“No, I don’t.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Come to bed,” Din reminds you. “Training in the morning.” “...Okay.”

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[goddessofmischief]

And I Didn’t Like the Ending, Part 1 - Din Djarin x Reader (Angst)

Based on this request from @joyfullyswimmingface

hey, I have a request for the mandalorian! So mando and the reader are romantically together and she is an jedi. This is set during ch 14, and she along with grogu get taken by moff Gideon. Lots of angst please!

(Also, the title is taken from the song ‘Exile’ by Taylor Swift)

Things had been bad for a long time. A very long time.

Not bad, though, not really bad - just difficult, which was almost a synonym for bad. Arguments that weren’t really arguments, because they didn’t end in fighting, they ended in the two of you splitting off in different directions. Which seemed... almost worse, somehow. You’d rather talk to Din than not, even if you were acting like you hated each other - even then.

Most of it had to do with the kid, on the outside. That’s what the both of you had made it about. You wanted him to stay. You thought sending the kid off with another Jedi was a terrible idea, that Din would miss him, and something would happen. But Din was stubborn, you knew that. You used to like that.

And why couldn’t you train him? You’d asked. He replied every time that the kid was too connected to you, that Ahsoka had said the connection was dangerous. You were like his mother. He wouldn’t want to listen to you.

You, for one, thought Din was being an idiot. But you knew it wasn’t about the kid, not really. No, when it came down to it, it was about one, fundamental problem: Din just didn’t trust you.

He didn’t think you would hurt him, or the kid, sure. But he also didn’t trust you to protect him. He knew you were powerful, but to what point? In his eyes, he would always be the Mandalorian. And you’d be the outsider.

Well, you thought, quietly, as Din landed the ship, you might not be here for long, anyway. With the kid gone, what reason did you have to stay?

“I’m taking him up with the jetpack,” he says, gruffly, and you nod, removing your own jetpack from the wall.

“You’re coming with us?” “Yeah, I am. He’s my son. I’m not letting you get rid of him without saying goodbye.” You don’t need Jedi powers to feel how hard Din is cringing right now, but you can feel it, all the same. He knows you’re mad at him, but something else, too-

You love him so much, and you can feel it all slipping away.

...

Kriffing Boba Fett.

Kriffing Boba Fett and kriffing Fennec Shand. You were tired of the both of them. But for now, they were helpful. For now, they could stay.

“Mando,” you mutter into your comm, “Another ship just landed-” The Razor Crest explodes, and you feel anxiety shoot through you, reaching out for Din through the Force. He wasn’t on it, was he?

Was he?

“I saw it,” you hear him murmur back, and you’re relieved. “I’ll handle it. You go back to the kid. Just... don’t... don’t get hurt, alright?” “I’ll do my best,” you say, sarcastically.

“No, I mean - don’t be a hero.” “Yeah, right. You’d really hate that, wouldn’t you, Djarin? If I could stand up for myself.” “I know you can stand up for yourself, I’m just terrified that you’re gonna be a hero and I’m gonna lose you-” The confession is quick, accidental. But when you reach out for Din, you know he means it. And you get it, somehow. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. It’s that he’s trying to help you, in his own idiotic, stubborn, Mandalorian way.

“Okay,” you said, climbing up the mountain. “Okay.” Another group of the stormtroopers follow you, and you withdraw your lightsaber - the golden-yellow blade humming against your face. You’re afraid, but you’re not gonna leave the kid for anything. He’s your son, your family, your aliit. That meant something.

Even if it didn’t mean much to Din anymore. Even if it seemed, sometimes, like he’d rather be without you.

“Is the kid still there?”

“Yes,” you said, watching him meditate. “The Force field’s still up, and - oh...” “What? What?”

“Din,” you whisper, calmly, “There’s a ship above us, and -” The Force field faded away.

“The kid’s out of it! He's out of the field!” “Alright,” Din insists. “Go - go get him and meet me down here. Don’t be late.” “Where?” you ask, lifting the kid up and holding him tightly to you, lightsaber balanced in your hand.

“The bottom of the hill - I don’t care. Just be there.”

You nod.

And you hardly feel it when the stormtroopers come down from the sky, shooting you with a blaster set to stun, and take you and the kid away from the mountain.

Like you were never even there.

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[goddessofmischief]

Heard requests were open-- Mandalorian x reader fluff? Maybe where the reader has a very pacifist/soft girl personality but can kill a person if need be? The mandalorian seeing this switch from soft girl to bad bitch for the first time?

Jedi Scum - Mandalorian x Reader

This trip had already lasted too long.

After the Child had reunited with you and you had become its Master, you’d decided to continue traveling with the Mandalorian. The galaxy was improving, but it wasn’t yet safe for two Jedi on their own.

Never mind that you felt completely unprepared to be a Jedi Master. You’d never even had your own. You knew nothing about the old ways, only a few books to guide you.

Somehow, it would have to be enough.

And now, you were on a mission. You and the Child had located a Jedi Holocron, and you’d decided it might give you information you needed.

The only problem was, it was in the hands of a Hutt gang.

“Alright,” you say, finally. “I’ll go down to the surface. You wait out here.” He looks you up and down.

“They’ll kill you.” “What?” “You’re tiny, they’ll kill you. You don’t even know how to use a blaster.” “I’m a Jedi, Mando. I don’t really need it.” “These are Hutts. Mind tricks don’t work.” “Don’t need those, either.” He groans, and you pick up your lightsaber, tucking it into the holster.

...

The Hutt Palace is uncomfortably large, and the second you’re let into the waiting room, you start to have a bad feeling about it.

“Mando,” you mutter, tugging on his cape. He glares, as if to say, Did you really just tug on my cape?

"Mando, I’m worried.” “Good. I told you that you should be.”

The Hutt’s translator strolls into the room, followed by the Hutt himself.

“Echuta, Jedi Master,” the translator says. “We’ve been expecting you.” Your hands are shaking.

“Good,” you say, quietly. “I’m excited to complete our transaction.”

“My Master has learned more about the value of the item. We want eight hundred credits. No more. No less.”

“No.” “That is our final offer.” “I said,” you repeat, withdrawing your lightsaber, “No.”

“Hey,” Mando mutters. “Hey, cool it. We can still negotiate-” “Yeah, you know what, Mando? I’m good.”

You swing the lightsaber, strolling up to the Hutt.

“Give me the Holocron,” you state, “And I’ll let your Master live.” The translator begins to hand it to you, and the Hutt interrupts him, saying something in his own language.

“I cannot,” says the translator. “My master has instructed me not to give in to Jedi mind tricks-” You slice the Hutt’s head off, and Mando coughs. The translator can’t give you the Holocron fast enough.

“Are we done?”

“Yes... go in peace...” “Thank you,” you respond, and turn around.

“That’s it?” asks Mando, trailing behind you.

You shrug.

“That’s it.”

He pats you on the shoulder, awkwardly. “Not bad, Jedi scum.”

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[goddessofmischief]

f！reader got exiled by their tribes then got rescued by mando?

Thanks for the request, requests are open rn!

Cya’rika - the Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Reader

You have no idea who to call.

Not true, of course. You have friends. You have Bo, who told you you were being stupid - who told you that the tribe you were in wasn’t right for you, and you’d get tired of not showing your face, eventually. She had been right.

And then... there was someone else.

Him.

No. You would not call him.

You. Would. Not.

But it was pretty cold out here, without your armor - you were out in the middle of absolutely nowhere and couldn’t make it back to the tribe if you wanted to. And even if you did, it wouldn’t help. They’d only reject you and throw you out again.

Cursing, you withdraw your communicator, speaking into it.

“Kriff, oh, kriff - Din, it’s me - I think I’m about to freeze to death... you’d hate for that to happen, right? I hope you would...” You pause, rubbing your hands together to keep warm.

“Din, you’re the only person I’ve got to call, the tribe threw me out-” Nothing.

Then -

“Y/N? Is that you?” He sounds exhausted, like he’s just gotten to sleep and you were the one to wake him. But there’s no time for guilt now.

“Yeah,” you exclaim. “Yeah, oh, kriff, it’s me -” “Where are you?” “Ilum, I’m on Ilum-” You hear him hesitate. “Lucky for you,” he states, finally, “I’m on Kijimi.” “That’s not far, is it?” “No. I can be there in minutes.” “...Hurry.”

...

Either Din lied, or minutes felt like hours. By the time you see the Razor Crest in the distance, you feel half dead.

And... there he is.

“Y/N?” “Din?” “What happened to you?” Din asked, patting your shoulder. “You weren’t kidding. You’re frozen, and -” He frowns. “You’re not wearing your helmet.”

“Tribe threw me out,” you confess. “I took it off.” “Y/N, why?”

You shrug.

“I didn’t want to hide anymore.”

He turns and walks away from you.

“Din? Oh, c’mon. C’mon, don’t leave me out here-” “Who said I was leaving you? I expected you to follow.” “Oh,” you exhale, hurrying beside him. “Oh, okay.”

The Razor Crest is warm, warmer than you’ve felt in years. And... there’s a small creature, one you’ve never seen before.

“Din?” you ask, quietly. “Who’s this?” “Leave him alone.” “You can trust me, whatever it is. You know that, right?”

He pauses.

“It’s a Child.” “Yeah. I got that.” “It’s rare. He’s... I’ve been tasked to bring him to his kind.” “Who’s his kind?” “...Jedi.” “Oh, and you thought I was the traitor, huh?” “I’m not thrilled about it, either. Where am I leaving you?” “What?” “Don’t you want me to drop you somewhere?” “I mean... if you insist. I’d rather stay, if I can.” “Stay?” “I’m helpful,” you state, trying to sound convincing. “I’m a good mechanic. And I’m like you. A Mandalorian. Never hurts to have an extra one of those.”

“You’re not like me.”

“This about the helmet thing?” “Yes. That’s not the way. Do you even remember Mando’a?” You groan.

“You skipped lessons, too, Din.” “Not as much as you did.”

You try to remember a word or phrase, but they all escape you.

“Cyar’ika,” you attempt clumsily.

“Do you even remember what that word means?” You don’t. But from the sound of his voice, it sounds like you just punched him in the gut, and you don’t know why.

“No. I don’t remember.” “Sweetheart. It means.... sweetheart, cyar’ika.”

You’re embarrassed. He didn’t want you to stay, and you know Din hates any kind of affection. You didn’t want him to get the wrong message.

Or... the right message. But one you never meant to send.

“You can drop me on Coruscant,” you say, finally, breaking the silence. “Thanks.”

You turn away, intending to hide in the carbonite room and escape your embarrassment.

“You don’t have to go.” “What?” “You can stay. If you want.”

You hesitate, for a moment, then grin. “I’d like that.”

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