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all-the-things-2020 · 9 months

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Deeds Not Less Valiant

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC (Tala Pavan)

Rating: PG-13

CHAPTER TWO

Summary: Din and Grogu have a small adventure.

Din didn’t mind the walk home from town. He could have bought a speeder bike — there was always a cheap one available somewhere — but the cabin wasn’t that far outside of town and walking was good exercise. It also gave him a chance to talk with Grogu; or rather, talk at Grogu. He had a good rapport with the child, and he’d always found talking a bit overrated, but he envied those like Tala and Skywalker and Ahsoka who could communicate with him nonverbally.

“You like her?,” he asked. Grogu made an affirmative sound. “Good. I like her, too.” Grogu arched an eyebrow and let one ear tip fall. “Not like that. I mean, she seems like a good person, and she puts up with you.”

Truth be told, he found his feelings for Tala a bit confusing. He had always worked well with women. Unlike some males, he did not see them as inferior in combat or any other sphere of life. The Armorer was the most honorable person he’d ever known, and Lady Bo-Katan had her faults, but she was a born leader. Marshall Dune was fierce, but fair, and as for Fennic Shand … he’d certainly hesitate to cross her or anyone she cared about. He respected and liked them all, but had never seen them as girls.

Din liked girls. He remembered a day during his training when one of his fellow apprentices had confessed that he “liked” boys, and Din had thought carefully about this and come to the conclusion that he “liked” girls. He’d just never done anything about it. The less combative forms of interaction with the opposite gender were a foreign concept to him. He could fight a woman, fight alongside a woman, make a deal with a woman, even kill a woman if she was his enemy, but he’d never dated a woman. It just seemed frivolous to him, and besides, how many non-Mandalorian women would understand a man who couldn’t eat or drink with them? Dating involved dinners and picnics and other social events that were difficult, if not impossible, for one who followed The Way so religiously. And while he knew many people who were willing to pay (or be paid) for physical affection, he had never felt comfortable going that route.

Grogu gave him the side eye. “Okay, so maybe a little bit like that,” Din admitted. “But don’t tell her. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. This is about you, not me. It’s good for you to be around someone who shares your abilities, even just a little bit. She can teach you things I can’t.”

Grogu nodded and took another bite of his namba patty. Din’s stomach growled, but he ignored his hunger. He could eat when they returned home and he’d put Grogu down for a nap. The namba patty smelled delicious, though, much better than the ration bar he’d wolf down at home. This is the Way, he reminded himself. He would eat in solitude, removing his helmet just long enough to refuel his body. Quick foods were best.

His mind wandered to the stories Axe Woves and some of the other less strict Mandalorians told of the traditional foods their families had prepared, before the Purge. Things so spicy that anyone not raised Mandalorian would have a hard time stomaching them. Rich, meaty stews. Hearty casseroles brimming with peppers. Fruit studded cakes … His stomach growled again, louder.

Grogu broke off a piece of . his namba patty and held it out. “Da.” When Din ignored him, he waggled the food and repeated his command. “Da! Patu.”

“Thank you,” Din said reluctantly. He took the morsel of food and slipped it under the bottom of his helmet, careful to expose as little of his chin as possible. As usual, Grogu tilted his head to peek, but there was nothing to see. Din was very careful about that. The namba was delicious, and Din wished he had bought two patties. He could have saved his for home, and eaten it almost as quickly as a ration bar.

Grogu broke off another bite and offered it, but Din shook his head. “No, you eat it. I have food at home.”

Grogu made a face that indicated his thoughts on ration bars. Still, he shoved the namba into his own mouth and seemed content. “Look, jorga birds!” Din drew the child’s attention to a flock of the yellow creatures that were migrating through the area this time of year. They were rare, but beginning to flourish now that Karga had designated a portion of the land to the south of town as farmland and wetland. Slowly but surely, Nevarro was transforming into a place many different creatures could call home.

“Ja,” Grogu said, solemnly watching the birds fly overhead. Din wondered what he was thinking inside that tiny green head. Tala could tell me. He dismissed that thought. No use being envious of a talent he could never have, and Tala was not a tool for him to use. She was a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

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When they reached the cabin, Din found the message light blinking on his terminal. “Play inside until I’ve watched this,” he told Grogu as he set him on the ground. The child toddled off toward the small box of toys (many of which were just pieces of junk the kid had taken a shine to) that sat in the corner of the main room.

Din pressed the playback button. The blue tinged image of Captain Carson Teva appeared. “Got a job for you, if you want it,” Teva said with no preamble. “We’ve heard rumors about a warlord funneling arms to some very shadowy figures who might be Imperial sympathizers. No proof, of course, so the New Republic won’t do anything. But if someone were to go after him, say because of a rumored bounty on his head, he might be willing to talk to save his own skin. I’ve attached the details. Teva out.”

Din quickly reviewed the information. Garan Vookto was a Duros on Prallti who did a brisk trade in legal and illegal goods. He had a network of operatives spread across the planet but his personal retinue was small, in keeping with the low profile he cultivated. A modest compound, more personal servants than bodyguards … Vookto was complacent.

“Hey, kid, want to go hunting?”

Grogu dropped the ball he was holding and pricked up his ears.

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Din swept Vookto’s compound with his binocs. One guard sitting in the shade next to the main entrance. A security droid mounted over the back door. “Piece of cake,” he said softly. Grogu cooed hopefully. Kid was always hungry. “Not literally. But we’ll get you a snack once we’re through. There were some food stalls a few blocks back.”

Grogu nodded. He was tucked into his hover pram, which gave him maximum mobility and protection while they were on the hunt. Din checked the electronic tether that would keep the pram within a set distance from his armor and loosened the blaster on his hip. He still missed his amban rifle but he had feelers out for a new one. “Let’s go.”

They moved quickly and quietly to the back door. Din nodded and Grogu used his powers to throw a rock on the opposite side of the alley. The security droid swiveled to track the movement and Din blasted the connection on the back of its mechanism. The lights faded as the droid drooped. It was merely damaged, not destroyed.

At the door, Din slapped a lockpicker module on the keypad and after a few high speed rounds of beeps, the door slid open. He and Grogu slipped inside, heads swiveling as they surveyed the interior. Grogu gave a little grunt and pointed to the left. His ears must have picked up something. Din nodded and signaled for Grogu to follow closely.

A few meters down the hall, Din could hear what had drawn Grogu’s attention. Music was playing and someone was half humming, half singing along. Water splashed now and then. Could they really have caught Vookto in the bath? He held up his hand, indicating he wanted Grogu to wait. Then he walked silently down the hall until he reached a door. Once glance at Grogu, a quick nod, and he tapped the door release.

“Not now, Om’sara. I’m only halfway through the first movement of the concerto.”

“I think you’re done,” Din said, stepping through the door, blaster trained on Vookto. The Duros’ red eyes blinked twice and he dropped his sponge into the water with a splash.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” Vookto reached for a button on the vanity table beside the bed.

Din shook his head and gestured with the blaster. “Don’t even think about it,” he said quietly. “I have you covered and my associate is outside in the hall. Your guard wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Vookto’s skin paled a bit and the distinctive smell of Durosian oil filled the air. That was the worst thing about frightening a Duros; their oil sacs filled and it took a long time to get the smell out of one’s nostrils. “What do you want?” Vookto’s voice was strained.

“Well,” said Din, relaxing his stance a bit, cocking one knee, “I could simply take you in and collect the bounty, but I’ve heard some interesting rumors about you. Things that the New Republic might be curious to find out. And to be honest, they pay better than the guy who put a price on your head.”

Vookto shifted in the bath, the water sloshing against the rim. “You want names,” he said.

Din nodded. “Names, locations … anything you can give me that will net me more credits than your stinking hide.”

“I can’t help it,” Vookto hissed. “It’s an involuntary reaction.”

Din waved the blaster impatiently. “Look, give me something worth my time, or you’re coming with me.”

Vookto sighed. “Very well. Just … let me get dried off and dressed.”

Din shook his head. “Names. Locations. Now.” He pulled a voice recorder out of his pouch with his free hand and pressed the record button with his thumb.

Vookto rattled off several names, then paused. Din signaled him to continue. Another deep sigh and Vookto spat out a few more names. “That’s all I know,” he said. “I swear.”

“It’ll do,” Din said, clicking off the recorder. “Come on in, Grogu.”

The hover pram drifted into the doorway behind him. Grogu wrinkled his nose. “Poo,” he said.

Vookto’s eyes widened. “That’s your associate? Are you kidding me?”

Din holstered his blaster. “Young Grogu is a Mandalorian apprentice. I’m teaching him the ropes. We’ve done all right so far.” He tossed the recorder to Grogu, who neatly caught it and stowed it in his pram. Din inclined his head toward Vookto. “If you don’t mind, give us five minutes to clear out before you notify your bodyguard. And if I were you, I’d call the droid repairman after that. Your security droid is in need of repair.”

He turned and walked quickly out of the bath and down the hall, Grogu floating smoothly behind him.

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Tala knew when Din and Grogu had arrived long before the chime at her door. Grogu was mentally shouting :Neeli! Good kitty!: and :Tala! Lots to tell!:

“Someone’s excited,” she said as she opened the door and Grogu bounced into her arms.

“He’s been saying ‘Nee’ and ‘Ta’ all the way here,” Din said. “And I’m sure he wants to tell you all about his latest adventure.��

:Blue man in a bathtub. And he was stinky!:

“A stinky blue man in a bathtub? Am I hearing him right?”

Din grunted. It might have been a laugh. “We had some business with a Duros. A minor warlord who we surprised in the bath. I must have startled him.”

“I’ll bet you did,” Tala said, suppressing a laugh of her own as she got an image from Grogu of Din standing over the tub, blaster in hand. “I didn’t realize you took Grogu along when you … do whatever it is you do.”

:Hunting.: Grogu supplied helpfully.

“I do some freelance work for the New Republic,” Din said. “I used to be a bounty hunter, but that was a bit too dangerous with a youngling in tow. I also work for High Magistrate Karga now and then.”

It wasn’t much of an answer, but Tala sensed it was all she was going to get from him at the moment. Besides, Grogu would supply more than enough details for her to get a clearer picture. She still wasn’t quite sure what side of the law Din Djarin operated on — more likely he straddled the line — but that wasn’t her concern. She was just the babysitter. She certainly couldn’t get into trouble for that.

“Speaking of Greef, I should be going. Be good, kid.” Din patted Grogu’s head.

:Always good: Grogu protested.

“I bought some snacks for him, and Neeli has a new toy that will keep them both busy for a while. He’ll be fine. Enjoy your meeting.”

Din nodded, his helmet reflecting the light from her window, blinding her for a brief moment. Then he was gone. Tala put Grogu on the floor, and he immediately toddled off, calling “Nee!” Neeli was perched on the back of the sofa, where she had been warily eyeing the big shiny man. When Tala had adopted her, the shelter worker had warned her that the tooka was shy around men; perhaps she’d been mistreated by one in her past. Now she leapt down and tackled Grogu, who giggled with delight as the cat playfully kicked at him with her hind legs. Neeli was a fierce hunter if any small vermin entered the house, but she was gentle with Tala and Grogu, keeping her claws retracted and pulling her punches.

Tala watched them tumble around on the floor. She should get started on folding the laundry she’d done that morning, or scrubbing out the sink, but instead her thoughts drifted to Din. She didn’t know much about Mandalorians; no one did, really, except for the Mandalorians themselves. She knew they were warriors, that weapons figured heavily in their religion, that their armor held great significance. She’d also heard rumors around town that Din never removed his helmet, not even for the High Magistrate.

:Hungry:

Grogu looked up at her expectantly. Neeli sat beside him, her tail curled neatly over her paws. A couple of little beggars. Tala laughed. “Okay, snack time. Blue fruit for you and tooka biscuits for you.”

:Blue fruit!: Grogu’s eyes were shining. :That’s the best:

“There was a sale this week, and I remembered you like them,” she said. “But don’t expect them every time. Your dad was right; they are expensive.” She pulled a bowl of the plump little fruits from the cooling chamber and the box of biscuits from the cupboard.

Once Grogu and Neeli had finished their snacks, Tala brought out the new toy. It was simple, just a bit of synth fur tied to a string attached to a long stick, but Neeli was crazy for it. Tala showed Grogu how to use the stick to make the puff of fur move like a tiny prey creature, and soon Neeli was jumping and pouncing and leaping like a madbeast while Grogu squealed with excitement. :Best toy ever!:

She accomplished a few chores in between watching their escapades, and by the time Neeli was panting and ready to retreat to her basket, she felt she’d done enough not to feel guilty about snuggling up with Grogu for more story time.

:Finish about the bone witch: he demanded.

“Okay, but only if you tell me about the stinky man in the bathtub when I’m done.”

Grogu nodded firmly. :That’s a good story. It has Dad in it.:

“So Hanta and Greema crept slowly along the side of the castle, searching for a way in …”

Grogu curled against her, his eyes and ears drooping, until she heard a tiny little snore. “Neeli tuckered you out, didn’t she, little guy?” Actually, a nap didn’t sound too bad. She closed her eyes, just for a moment.

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Din was concerned when he pressed the door chime and there was no answer. He used his lockpicker to open the door, hand on his blaster just in case. It only took a moment to realize why Tala hadn’t answered the door. She and Grogu were asleep on the couch, while the tooka was curled up in a basket on a high shelf. Probably wore them both out, he thought. Grogu was certainly a handful at times.

“Kid,” he said softly. Grogu’s ears pricked up.

“Da,” Grogu said quietly, tipping his head toward Tala. Her head was slumped awkwardly onto her shoulder, her mouth slightly open, loose strands of hair standing out around her face. She would probably be appalled at Din seeing her like that, but he thought she looked nice. Relaxed. Comfortable.

“Wake her up quietly,” he whispered. Grogu nodded and laid a hand gently on Tala’s arm. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at Grogu. Din amended his assessment. Beautiful, he thought, before dismissing the idea.

“Oh, hi,” she said, turning toward him. Her brow furrowed. “How did you get in?”

“Lockpicker,” Din admitted. “You didn’t answer my chime so I was worried …”

She smiled. “Of course. Sorry about falling asleep on the job, but he looked so cozy.”

Grogu bounced to the floor, picking up a long stick with a bit of fur tied to it by a long string. “Nee,” he babbled.

“Neeli’s new toy,” Tala explained. “They had an intense play session.”

Din nodded. “Did you feed him?” He bent to pick Grogu up, gently prying the toy from his hand.

“He had some fruit but that was a while ago. He’s probably hungry again.” She paused, her head tilted. “Make that definitely hungry again.”

“We’ll pick something up on the way home. Do you need more money for snacks? For next week?” He knew he should be going, but he was reluctant to end the conversation.

She shook her head. “I’m good. The fruit was on sale so I have plenty left.” She tucked some stray hair behind her ear. “Maybe … maybe next week we can all have lunch together. After your meeting.”

Din stiffened. “I always eat alone,” he said. He saw her disappointment. “But thank you for the offer.” Grogu’s ears drooped a little. “We should be going.”

“Yes, yes, of course. See you next week.” Tala squeezed Grogu’s hand and gave him a smile.

“Ta,” the youngling said.

When they were outside, Grogu gave him a Look. “You know I can’t take the helmet off, kid,” Din told him. “Not even around you.” Grogu’s ears drooped a bit further and he gripped Din’s finger tightly. “This is the Way.”

“Di da da wa,” Grogu said solemnly.

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hi!!! I’m sliding in with some ships for your OCs that I’d love to know your thoughts on 🥰

Helena x Fennec Shand

Grace x Jesse 👀

excited for your HCs 💙💙

A lot of these are how they get into a relationship rather than an established relationship because that's where my brain went.

Helena (human, spider-sona)and Fennec(human) Shand. This screams some enemies to lovers trope with potential doomed endings.

Very black cat + spider man energy .

Helena - spider woman of coruscant

fennec - bounty's hunter.

They definitely met when Helena saved one of Fennec's bounties and was running away.

Fennec, an excellent sniper wondering why she can't hit this damn woman in a stupid white gaudy suit

Helena keeps webbing her to walls.

Making quips and Fennec's very beautiful facial expressions.

Now its personal for Fennec.

Starts stalking spider-woman because she keeps getting in her way. Several more public chases have ended with spider- woman getting involved

No one escapes this woman

She will have to change her approach to more subtle works. Which starts making her an even better marksmen.

Helena looks up this known bounty hunter - despite several people's concerns over having met said bounty hunter.

Stars keeping a special eye out for her

One day Fennec shows up at Helena aunts gun range. Que Gay panic but also secret identify panic identify

Helena thinks Fennec's must know, and starts hanging around the sniper.

Helena - oh no she's hot!

Tries to flirt her way out of trouble when she gets caught 😵‍💫

Fennec thinks this pretty woman is just flirting. And she looks like a strong and capable fighter so she starts flirting back.

Flirting turns into talks, turns into showing off her gun skills.

The next thing Helena knows is she has a date. And then another and then another.

Helena - am I dating my enemy!

Before she realizes it she actually likes this quiet woman with her sass and strong silence and she doesn't know that she's spider-woman.

Fennec likes her cocky and quip filled new love interest and is setting out to seduce the fuck out of her.

Fennic screams the touching flirt- very physical. Dragging a hand up her arm, chucking the chin. Sharing air space. (Driving Helena to distraction). She's definitely brushed a few hot zones that are driving super senses wild.

fennec knows she's keeping secrets but who isn't so it doesn't bother the bounty hunter.

Now Fennec's isn't always on Coursant but when she is- she visits her new lovely almost girlfriend (she'll woo her don't you fret love. A few more make out sessions in the gun booth Should do the trick.)

Helena is so close to giving in. She loves Fennec's touches. They've definitely almost fucked in that booth. Some very very heavy petting.

Her other visits are ducking around spider-woman.

Eventually someone will take a hit out on spider-woman - and they will hire fennec Shand.

How it ends can either be really happy, or really sad.

My happy ass wants some angst that they get into a fight across the city and then dramatically Helena s mask either gets ripped off or Fennec actually lands a hit and Helena calls her a nick name or something that only her almost girlfriend would know.

Gods I'm gay 😵‍💫

Anyway!

Grace (half twi'lek former night sister turned Jedi healer)and Jesse (clone trooper of the 501st). (I'm not as familiar with Jesse but I'll try my best ) 😜

Now this one I had to think about.

Jesse takes his job very seriously but has a humorous streak to him.

I think they'd definitely start off as friends that accidentally stumbled their way into a relationship without noticing.

Grace is a Jedi healer on the move quite a bit during the war but would pay the 501 a visit often first because of Anakin, then to get to know the men he trusts the most.

She would spend a lot of time in the medic base with kix

Kix is the clone I think Jesse is the closest with in the close circle company.

At first hes super formal around the Jedi,

He calm reserved demeanor tries to reassure him that he can relax.

Jesse would make some sort of qip about her more non traditional Jedi look: "that's why they're called shadow people, where there's farm animals there is a farmer" boy is he lucky he's cute.

Something something - didn't know that Jedi knew what color was?

He starts hanging out around the med bay more to talk to the Jedi healer.

He says it's to help his best bro Kix but Kix isn't having any of that.

She stars showing him some basic first aid then answering questions about Jedi and then the force and their her background as a former night sister.

He starts telling her about missions, Rex, the Domino Twins. Ashoka. Training with ashoka.

Kix is like...I'm a third wheel in my own medical house?

Grace tries keeping a arms length distance but she loves hearing his opinion on things. Hearing his stories.

Jesse is a very passionate and animated story teller.

Sometimes their stories get sad, like the nature of the war, the loss of his brothers. The Senate.

Jesse is very honest even if it's a little silly sounding sometimes.

Grace starts spending more and more time with the 501st if she isn't ordered elsewhere.

She starts eating with Jesse and the other arc troopers.

Running and training with him, seeking him out to spar with.

Then shore leave happens and Grace is convinced to go to 79 by some other clones.

She isn't sure she- a jedi- would be welcome but she goes.

She feels awkward at first, sitting and drinking and watching the men be themselves.

Eventually he downs a shot(or 8) and asks her to dance with him.

It's all over the place, lots of twirling and spinning and she almost smacks several people with her lekku.

When their dancing and they have to get real close because of it, they almost kiss but grace pulls away at the last seconds

She pulls away because Jedi and emotions and she doesn't know what to do.

Jesse is freaking out because holy fuck he's in love with one of their Jedi commands.

Kix is phased and thinks they're both idiots.

He gets the entirety of the company to start setting them up in shenanigans.

I'm talking about locking them in storage closest. Making them sit next to each other. Other nonsense Rex pretends he doesn't see.

Then umbara happens.

Grace - who wasn't there comes rushing back. Mad and concerned and afraid and all the things a Jedi shouldn't be.

She's thing and ranting and Jesse is just watching her Pace the medical room- kix left a while ago to check on everyone.

And finally he tosses is helmet to the ground pulls her in and kisses her. Tells her he's sorry if that's against her code but he might die tomorrow and he's not going to die without knowing what she tasted like.

Idk secret secret relationship happens that everyone pretends they don't know about.

Thank you for the ask, they were fun and I hope you enjoyed them. 😊

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