#grogu: wait that's no fair

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Not sure if you’d be into this butttt with the little cabin that Din just received - could we get like a glimpse of domestic life with din, reader, grogu, annndd maybe another kid or a kid on the way? Smut is welcome! But also it doesn’t have to have it

Ok hope you like the idea love you bye 😂

The Cabin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

rating: F (one mildly steamy line of dialogue but besides that just some domestic fluff)

wc: <1k

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The days of sneaking glimpses of The Mandalorian when he’d come to the school you taught at to drop off and pick his son up were long gone by now, but standing on the porch of Din’s cabin that he insisted was now your cabin, you couldn’t help but stare.

Din was in the yard, sparring with Grogu to keep his apprentice’s skills sharp.

There wasn’t even a sliver of skin exposed, and yet he still looked like the sexiest man you’d ever seen. It was in the way he moved, the way he taught, the way he spoke to his child like every child wanted to be spoken to. He was just so…competent. A competent fighter, though he preferred to keep that side of himself far from you. A competent father, his devotion to Grogu running as deeply as his devotion to his Creed, perhaps even deeper. And Maker knows you can’t forget his competency as a lover—his skillful hands, his neediness, his attentiveness, his desire to make you feel good, it all made you feel drunk with adoration and lust.

“That’s enough for the day,” he announced through labored breathing, the child’s use of the force making the fight nearly fair. “You did good, kid.”

“You both did well,” you added from the porch, watching as Grogu leapt across the lawn towards you until you were bending down to pick him up. “Especially you.”

“He’s getting good,” Din said, meeting the two of you on the porch. “He’s a better fighter than most adults.”

“Well, he’s your son, after all,” you replied, looking into the black of Din’s visor. Din tilted his helmet at you, something you’d slowly learned to read as a smile, and reached to pinch your chin with his gloved hand. “Lunch is ready. You must be starving, little guy.” Grogu chirped and cooed in confirmation, his wide eyed look of excitement never failing to bring a smile to your face. Looking to Din, you lifted your hand to scratch his chin from beneath his helmet. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” he replied, low and husky.

“I’m talking about food,” you laughed and turned around to walk into the house with Grogu on your hip. Din let out the slightest of chuckles and followed you inside, the door closing behind him.

“Food sounds nice too, cyar’ika.”

Later on in the evening, you found yourself sitting beside Din on the bench in front of the cabin, the lid of his helmet lifted as he sipped on a drink. Your head rested on his shoulder, his armor off, and watched Grogu chase a frog around the yard.

“How’s the little one treating you today?” Din asked, his voice unmodulated and clearer than normal. You smiled down at your just-now swelling stomach and ran a hand over it.

“Treating me okay,” you answered. “Likes to kick when you talk.”

“Really?” he huffed a chuckle. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”

“I think it is,” you looked at him with a smile. “They’re just excited to meet their dad.”

“I’m excited to meet them, too,” he replied, soft and sincere, as though he were on the verge of tears. Turning back to face his child as he used the force to freeze the frog he’d been playing with and hover it back into his waiting hands, Din let out another chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, smiling.

“I just never…” He paused, looking back to you before closing the lid of his helmet, his voice becoming modulated again. “Just never thought I’d have all this.”

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[papurgaatika]

All The Quiet Nights You Bear

Pairing: din djarin x gn!reader

summary: Din Djarin is not warm, he does not drink hot drinks, or sit in steamy baths. But for you, he can try.

Tags: angst, din djarin my sweet boy,, bathing, yes this is just giving Din a bath, fluff, hurt/comfort but I'm hurting all of you and comforting him, mention on Din's mother, angst with a happy ending, tooth-rotting amounts of intimacy, non-sexual nudity, no use of Y/N and no description of reader

word count: 1.8k

A/N: Before I start! This is my first official fic that wasn’t a bullet-pointed list I keep in a locked notes app on my phone so I am begging y’all to please be gentle with me. I want to give a MASSIVE shout-out to @joelsdagger for not letting me off the hook and making sure I stick with this, literally would not have been able to do this without her. So the fic: basically I got in the shower one day and thought about Din just being soft, and thus this was born! Fair warning that I Will by Mitski was in heavy rotation while writing this. I literally love him like a real person and he makes my heart hurt and I want to take care of him, so I got self-indulgent. I also don't really know the star wars universe so this is me making shit up as I go!! Anyway!! Peace and love from me I hope y'all love it as much as I do!!

Din Djarin is cold. He slept under the thin sheet he kept in the bunk of the crest for years, his beskar was always cool to the touch, he took cold showers. The idea of warmth never put him at ease either. It seeps into him, clinging to his body under his armor, reminding him of his blaster right after setting it off. He wants to crawl out of his skin anytime he finds himself on a dry planet, sweltering under its suns. 

Din wasn’t used to just how quiet life ended up being on nevarro. Grogu was in school most days, there was relative peace in the area, yet he still found himself clinging to his old self. Never relaxed, always on edge like he was waiting for a fight to break out. You find yourself watching him more closely, recognizing his routines, wanting to put his mind at ease. But how could you? He still took cold showers, quick and precise about it. Never lingering to enjoy the feel of water on his skin, never stopping to relax.

He thinks that the last time he truly took a hot shower was before he took the creed, when his parents were still alive, when he was only Din Djarin the boy, not a mandalorian. It hurt him to think about it, to picture his mother. Her face had grown fuzzy in his memory after decades without her, but he could feel her. The way her eyes were always soft and warm, her voice like the gentle rain that lulled him to sleep when he was young. He missed her. He missed the way she used to hum while warming the water for his bath, the smile on her lips when he would run up to her. He had tried once, to take a warm shower, to try and remember the oils his mother used to use when he was young. It had ended in him slouched over in the bathroom, the steam almost too much, silent sobs tearing through him. So no, din djarin did not take hot showers. 

But you? You were warm. So warm he felt like he was melting every time he even thought about you. The way you kissed his fingers, the gentleness you have while holding Grogu, the look in your eyes when you lay with him. You were all warm showers. The steam that tumbles after you when you open the door lingers around you like it's trying to surround you, to crowd your senses, to be all over you. Everything that din wants to do to you. He would chase after you throughout the whole galaxy if it meant you would say his name, soft and sweet like he was being saved just by hearing it. 

You were the only warmth that he craved. The only heat he allowed himself to enjoy, to truly want. And so when you call him over to the bathroom, voice soft and gentle, he comes. He will always come to you. You smile when he enters the room and takes in the scene in front of him. The bathtub full of water, steam rising from above it. You, with an expression warm enough to rival the water, eyes locked on his. “Come here,” you whispered, taking his hand in yours. He was uncharacteristically slow to move towards you, but you stood there, hand still waiting for his. Your hand took his, your thumb tracing over the side of his fingers so soft he could barely feel it. “Din-” you whisper looking up at him, “let me take care of you, sweet boy” 

That was your boy. The one you were working so hard to melt, to make him soft around the corners. It was rare that he wore the armor anymore, his days usually spent at home with you and Grogu, the need to hide no longer necessary. You bring his knuckles to your lips as a silent promise to be gentle, to not let him break. “Is that okay?” you ask, hand still holding his. 

He nods, not trusting his voice nearly as much as he trusts you, and you smile. God that smile. Din Djarin would live in that smile if he could. The only smile he thinks will be in his mind like his mother’s. You reach for the hem of his shirt, not pulling at it yet, just letting your fingers rest on top of it waiting for any indication that he was okay with it coming off. You hear a small hum leave his throat and you help him take it off. This was a sight you would never tire of seeing. Tan and broad, his tummy soft under your fingers likely because of your cooking, and god was he beautiful. “Always so pretty to look at” Your fingers trail on his chest. You place a kiss over his heart, a gentle reminder that it was yours and that yours was his. 

You watched as he removed the rest of his clothes, admiring the vision that he was. Yours, yours, yours. You nudged him to the bath, waiting for him to get in. He didn't think he could do it. It was hot. It was like the ones his mother gave him. It was not like him. He was not soft or warm, he was cool and hardened from years of fighting. But it was like you. It was for you. And for you, he could do anything. He let out a soft hiss as his feet hit the water, the temperature still taking him by shock slightly.

“It's okay, just relax. I've got you” Your words pulled him from his thoughts, looking over at you with a tilt of his head.

 “You’re not getting in cyar’ika?” he sounds disappointed, almost like he wants to beg you to hold him, but you shake your head at him. 

“This isn’t for me din, just want to help you relax okay?” You move to sit on the stool you put behind the bath, grabbing the basket full of oils and shampoos and letting them fill both of your senses. You use a cup to grab some of the water and pour it over his curls, the strands dampening and sticking to the back of his neck. You take the time to press a soft kiss to his head, nose and lips wet with the water. You pop open the bottle of shampoo you had fought to find. Din rarely spoke of his life before the creed, but you knew enough to set out on a search for it. The aroma of the shampoo grew easier to smell when you poured it into your palm, sandalwood and something almost citrusy being massaged into his hair. Your nails rake over his scalp and press into his forehead where you know he gets headaches. A soft groan leaves his lips, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“Is this alright my moon?” you whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace that had settled into the room along the steam of the bath. 

“It’s perfect my sun,” he replies, words uncharacteristically soft for him. A small smile finds its way to your lips as you continue to massage the soap into his hair before rinsing it out, taking care to not get it in his eyes.

 “Scooch up, I'm gonna do your shoulders” You dip your toes into the water, legs resting against his thighs before grabbing the soap and a washcloth. 

“So pretty for me Din,” a kiss on his neck “always so perfect,” another one above his collarbone “don't know what I would do without you.” a third kiss on his shoulder, right above a scar he had gotten over the course of his career. You let the soap run down his back gently, watching the bubbles drip down and hit the water. You rub small circles into his skin with the washcloth, running water over it to rinse off the soap, before moving to his arms. Even before you had seen his arms, you had known that he was strong. Hunting bounties all day, fighting, piloting the crest, had led to his arms and hands being known for violence, for having blood on them. But not to you. To you they were the ones that draped across your body at night, the ones used to hold your son while you were out in the markets, they were warm and strong and perfect. They shielded you and protected you, and while you didn’t think you could do the same for him, you were willing to try. Your fingers trace patterns over the scars and freckles he has, goosebumps forming on his skin.  He is sitting in front of you in the bath, the water so hot at one point, that his skin is a little red. Your hands are in his hair taking time to wash it, to truly wash it. Your nails rake against his scalp as the shampoo lathers, before you rinse it out taking care to not get it in his eyes. You massage the conditioner into the ends of his hair, before leaning down to press kisses onto his shoulder. 

“Thank you for letting me do this for you my moon” you murmur resting your chin on his shoulder. He lets out a soft hum that you can feel as you’re pressed up behind him. “Thank you for doing it, my sun.” you can feel the water growing colder than you would like under the two of you, so you make quick work of rinsing the rest of the conditioner out of his hair, lightly curling a few strands around your finger as you finish. Neither of you wants to make a move to get out, the warmth of each other making the water’s temperature almost obsolete, but a sneeze betrays him getting a giggle from between your lips, and din swears it’s the sweetest sound he will ever hear. He can feel your lips curled into a smile as you let your forehead fall to rest on the back of his shoulder and shake your head. 

“Time to get out I think,” you say, reaching over to grab a towel for yourself before stepping out and pulling it around yourself. Din stands next, taking his towel from your hands and wrapping it around his waist before pulling you into him, a surprised “oof” leaving your mouth as he holds you against his chest. You blink up at him, eyes twinkling at just the sight of him and raise an eyebrow waiting for him to speak. 

“Thank you cyar’ika,” his words tremble slightly as he takes a deep breath “Really, this was amazing.. Thank you.” He presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head before letting one of his hands capture yours, interlocking your fingers together. “Anything for you my love” you whisper back before nodding softly to your shared bedroom “Come now, let’s just rest for the day.”

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𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗*, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚕 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍)

𝚌𝚠; 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 & 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 18+ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎(𝚜), 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚛! 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙-𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎 (𝚛! 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 (𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚎𝚝𝚌), 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚠𝚌; 1.4𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 7.7𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

“She’s totally into Mel. I don’t have a chance and she probably doesn’t even know I’m into her,” I huffed at Ellie as she sat across from me, looking up at me through her lashes.

“Well,” the freckled girl started, “You’re about her not knowing she’s into you. But she does like you. Asks me about you all the time,” Ellie shrugged, “Speaking of which, she just texted me, Ellie laughed, getting comfortable where she sat, “She says… ‘Hey, Els’, with plenty of exclamation points, ‘are you with Abby? Is she busy? I want to know if she’s coming to my party tonight’, heart eyes emoji.”

I perked up at the questions, straightening my back a bit, “Tell her you’re with me and that I’m going.”

“No, because when I tell you’re not here, she calls and spills her heart out and you need to hear that. I also like hearing those little rants,” she began typing out her reply, reading it to me as she did so, “So… ‘I’m not with Abby, getting ready to nap before I come over, but go ahead and call, I don’t mind’,” she set her phone in between us on the table, waiting for the call, “Give it a minute.”

Just as I was ready to roll my eyes and punch her, the phone started ringing, the caller ID reading ‘the child 🐸’ on display, “A Star Wars reference? Seriously?”

“She loves that little guy more than she loves cheese and crackers,” Ellie held up a finger to her lips, answering the phone and putting it on speaker, “Yes, Grogu? Spill your heart out.”

“You wanna know what the first thing I would say to her would be?”

I raised a brow at the question, glancing at Ellie as she chuckled and shook her head, “Why does it always start with this?”

“Do you wanna know or not?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Great answer. I would love to look her dead in the eyes and just say—.”

“Fuck me, Abby!” she whined breathlessly, back arching off the bed as I pumped my fingers in and out of her cunt, smirking all while thinking about the comments she had made earlier, “M’going crazy, I’m sha—,”

“No, no, you can take it, remember? You’re a big girl, you’ve got this,” I shook my head at her as she struggled to lift her own up, “What did you say earlier? ‘I could take two of you at once’? Hm? Can’t even handle just one of me.”

“M’sorry! M-M’sorry, I was just kidding, I didn’t mean it,” her little hands were flailing at my wrists to stop me from sending her over the edge for what was most likely the fourth time now, “I’m so close, Abs, please, please, please,” her chest was rapidly rising and dropping, cries getting more and more needy as she was reaching her climax.

“Yeah? You’re close?” I asked, only getting a small ‘yes, please, yes’ in response. Removing my fingers, the small figure below me gasping while sitting up to look at me with those puppy dog eyes and that sweet, little pout, “I need you to be extra quiet, yeah? We don’t want your friend's downstairs to hear you, now do we?” I reached down to my belt, hovering above her and planting my lips on hers after she nodded in agreement.

She glanced down at my chest, eyes dragging back up to my own as that obvious plead in her eyes grew stronger, “Use your words, princess, don’t be shy.”

“Take your shirt off, too. It’s not fair,” she spoke in such a low whisper. I explored her nude body with my eyes, tilting my head in the slightest as if to take her request into consideration. I so badly wanted to ask her to repeat the statement, but I had been a little rough with her, so I let it slide, “I want to see all of you.”

I agreed, chucking my pants to the side before removing my top and then boxers. Her face lit up with excitement, looking at me through her lashes like she always did. I held the silicone toy in my hand, rubbing the tip against her dripping core to gain some soft, pretty moans from her.

“Such a pretty little thing. So needy for me. How pathetic,” I grunted at her, shivering as one delicate hand was placed on my shoulder and the other searched for my braid.

“Please, Abby,” she begged so softly, whines sliding out while I slowly pushed into her entrance, shushing her as the whimpering grew louder and louder, “M’sorry, sorry, fuck,” now that she was all shaky and whiny, she couldn’t hold on to me as well when I first got her started, “I’ll be quiet, please don’t stop.”

“Oh, pretty girl,” I gathered her wrists in one of my hands, holding them above her head before commencing at a slow pace, “You’re gonna need to learn to keep your voice down,” pace quickening already, hoarse gasps and cries leaving the angel below me, “Should’ve kept my belt to keep those hands to the headboard. Maybe next time, hm?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how her eyes rolled back, her jaw was left open, and her eyebrows furrowed. Carefully, my other hand traveled up to her lips, thumb slipping in to pull her mouth open a bit more to allow my thumb to push down on her tongue. She closed her mouth, sucking on my thumb to muffle her cries, eyes returning to their natural state in order to meet mine.

“Hey gorgeous,” I huffed, silently losing my mind at her pretty expressions and the way she closed her lips to suck on my thumb, losing my rhythm. I silently cursed myself to find the rhythm again, hoping she either was too fucked out to notice or she just didn’t care and was satisfied with the way I was drilling into her.

The little flinches she made in her hands caught my attention, watching as she fought against me to pull her hands free. Chuckling at her feeble attempts, my hand pulled my thumb from her mouth to grip her hips driving myself even deeper in her to see what reaction I could draw out of her this time, and fuck was it satisfying.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Abby!” her voice nearly cracked, tears were forming in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in her tummy, “Please! I’m so close again! It’s so good, Abby, please!”

As she was crying out about reaching her climax, I had just come to the realization that I was too, strap-grazing my own clit every so often as well. The coil in my stomach wasn’t too far from snapping, starting to get sloppy in my thrusts and now dropping my face closer to hers, those delicious cries getting me closer and closer to the edge.

“C’mon, baby girl, let it out, let it all go,” that familiar white substance began to form around the base of my cock, those moans now just becoming gasps and grunts. Those pretty eyes rolled back again; jaw left wide open so those ravishing wails could leave her body. Even if she had reached that high, I kept going, not just for her sake but so I could also reach my climax, which, thankfully, came just after her own.

I let my body weight drop down on her, barely supporting myself in my elbows so I wasn’t completely on her. The music and partygoers from downstairs seemed to be beyond loud, thankfully covering up our noise. Thank God.

After about a minute or so, those gorgeous eyes met mine, and we just lay there to catch our breaths. I leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips, grinning as I came back up to face her, “You okay?”

“Mmm,” she started off, slightly stretching, “Aside from feeling euphoric, yes, I’m okay.”

I chuckled at the response given to me, pulling out and away to retrieve our clothing. We both got dressed, sparing glances at each other from time to time.

“Abby?” that little voice called out. Turning to her, all I could see was her walking up to me to place kisses on my neck, hands running along my abdomen as she did so, “You’ve been the best part of my life. Even just as a friend.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm… You’re a good person, Abby,” she hid her face in my chest, hugging me so softly as if I’d break if she added any sort of pressure.

“Let’s go get some drinks. We can come back up to your room after the party. But that’s up to you, of course.”

“Oh, please. It’s already on the agenda.”

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DIN+59! DUDE CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWING YOU DESERVE IT!!!!

[a/n: thank you!!!! This is also a practice in me trying to limit my word count and the first drabble of this weekend I finish on exactly 500 words lolol.]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: non descriptive violence, cursing

Word Count: 500

Dialogue Prompt #59: "I need your help." + "Why do I feel like this is more than a small favor?"

“I need your help.”

The request tumbled out of your lips in a jumbled heap as you fell into the seat right across from him. Din paused in cleaning up the mess Grogu had made of his dinner to stare at you. You were a regular at this cantina, which Din didn’t fully understand considering what a scud hole the cantina was, but Din was now a regular because of your frequent visits. Anytime he was in Mos Espa, or even near it, he stopped by. In the multiple visits he had collected, all Din knew about you was that you were clever smuggler, you were a witty smooth talker, and you were the biggest trouble magnet on this side of the galaxy.

Din took note of the sheepish tilt to your lips and energy crackling in your pretty eyes. He blew out a sigh, “Why do I feel like this is more than a small favor?”

“It’s a medium favor at best, Mando.” You reassured him in the least reassuring way. Everything about your life was a hurricane of chaos and disasters. Two things Din typically tried to stay clear of, yet he found himself more and more drawn to you. “When the guy with a bad haircut comes over with his Trandoshian buddy, I need you to say yes.”

“Why am I saying yes?” Din demanded.

“Because we’re best friends, obviously.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

You pointed at him. “Hey, that’s not fair. I only don’t know it because you won’t tell me. So, not my fault.” You nodded a head toward his son who chirped in excitement at seeing you again. “Grogu wants you to help me.”

“Buir help.” Grogu repeated the word from your mouth.

He let out an irritated grumble, but it came from a growing grin under his helmet. Seconds later, two men stormed over. They kicked over chairs and shoved aside other cantina regulars. The first man, a human with a haircut so extraordinarily bad that Din wondered if it had stemmed from an assault of shears, slammed his hand on the table. “Hey!” He growled. “You serious about this!?”

“Yes?” Din offered.

Both men bristled, and you jumped out of your chair to shove the human. “See? I told you my boyfriend was gonna kick your ass, you sleemo piece of shit!”

“Wait, what??” Din blurted. Grogu, without pause, hit the button on his pram and the doors slid shut just as the Trandoshian threw the first punch. The cantina crowd cheered as Din ducked under the punch, retaliated, then was tackled by the human into the table⏤ the furniture collapsed in a pile of splinters and debris. As Din wrestled the human, he spotted you sneaking over to the Trandoshian to rummage through the guy’s vest. You pulled out an unfamiliar item, sliding it into your own pocket, and shot him a bright grin with a solid thumbs up.  

You were chaos incarnate, but Maker did Din want you.

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Pedro pascal x reader| based off this tt bc it made me sad

Day off

Summary: you saw a clip on an interview of Pedro talking abt his body and decided to spoil him bc why not.

It was late at night, you couldn't sleep, you were too busy scrolling through tiktok and all the wonderful pedro pascal edits. That was until you came across one edit it was his Vanity Fair lie detector test, as soon as you heard him say that he wasn't fit anymore your heart sank. You saw him as nothing but beautiful, he was your whole world and it hurt to see him talk about himself like that, you looked over at your boyfriend who was peacefully sleeping, he looked so beautiful like this and you wanted him to know it. You looked over at the clock 7:28 am the only store that would be open is walmart. You slowly climbed out of bed and checked his schedule. He had the day off. You fixed yourself up so you didn't look horrible but you didn't do your hair or make up just because it was 7 am and you were only going to walmart. You started up your car and drove to walmart while listing some lana del rey, you grabbed a cart then went to the food isle you grabbed every single type of berry that was there , powdered sugar, waffle mix, whipped cream, ice cream, and captain crunch, then to the candy isle you grabbed his favorite chocolate and candy then you got a little mandalorian plush for u and little grogu for him. You got him just a blank white card because you thought all the other ones were too cheesy. You checked out and drove home, you started to wash the berries and then you made the waffle mix. After making the waffles you set the table and after digging through your closet you found some white candles, you have no clue how pedro hasn't woken up yet. You served the waffles om a plate sprinkled some powder sugar, and swirl of whipped cream with a strawberry, black berry and two blueberrys(FUCK RASBERRYS ALL MY HOMIES HATE RASBERRYS)  you grabbed the card and wrote ‘i feel i dont tell you this enough but i love you, i think your perfect in every way and you make life worth living,  Jose Pedro balmecda Pascal i love you’. Went to your room to wake him up “ baby wake up i gotta surprise for you” you lightly shook him he opened his eyes ``huh, oh ok” you grabbed his hand and led him the the kitchen a smile rose on his face you sat him and told him to wait there you grabbed the candy, chocolates  and the card. You handed him the card and as he started to read it you could've sworn you saw a tear but he denied it quickly. He closed the note and said “thank you baby i love you so much” and immediately started to eat, after you finished eating you guys decided to move to the couch and watch his favorite movies. You didn't know how you got so lucky but you did and you wanted to to be yours forever

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[din-miller]

ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: pirates come looking for Grogu but find you alone in the cabin instead

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of decapitation, no angst, yeah you read that right decapitation but no angst to be found in this bad boy, it's just comical trash, crack fic really, reader is a sarcastic asshole, married couple, slightly unhinged reader, Din even more so and don't get me started on Grogu, cabin fic, mentions of Moff Gideon, mentions of med-school drop out reader,

A/N: this started off as a serious fic full of sorrow, then somehow turned into a night time comedy special. I'm proud of myself.

You don't normally let Din and Grogu head to the marketplace without you, but you woke up with a sore throat this morning and it hasn't gone away. You tried to convince your husband to let you join them. Fresh air would do you good, you had helplessly reasoned.

"Fresh air does nothing for sore throats. Rest does though mesh'la." Din argued back.

"Oh I didn't realise you were the one who dropped out of med school."

Needless to say, you didn't win that argument.

So now you're stuck in a cabin that you didn't know could be so quiet. For there only being three of you, the house is constantly loud. To be fair Grogu is now speaking in full sentences.

You've been alone before without them, but this time there's something unsettling. Like a bad omen is lurking in the daylight.

You should've contacted Din the moment the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. But you didn't and now you're standing in the living room with two men as you stare down the barrel of a blaster.

"You're going to regret this," You sighed, dramatically, "Look, I'm currently in the middle of making dinner and I have a sore throat. Can we get this over with?"

The tall one – let's call him Lance – glanced over at the short one – Manny. Yeah, that suits him – and sent him a baffled look.

"Where's The Child?" Manny growled and despite knowing you'll win this, you always do, your stomach turned at knowing they're here for your son.

With a shrug you crossed your arms non threateningly, "It's just me here. I'll let you know if I see a child though."

Lance glanced around the room, "You have a lot of kids toys for not having a kid."

"What? A person can't have a hobby?" You raised your brow, acting mildly offended.

Manny stepped forward, hand tightening around his weapon, "Enough! I know you have The Child. Give him to us and we won't kill you. Deal?"

"A deal?" You scoffed, "Why the hell would I make a deal with some lousy pirate? You're not even holding your blaster properly."

He looked down at his weapon, brows drawn tightly together, "I'm not?"

You tisked and pointed to the gun, "Allow me?"

When he gave a small nod you stepped forward, "Here, one hand grips right here... Good, now loosen this hand."

As soon as the blaster is loose enough you grabbed it out of his hand and pressed it against the lower region of his body. He froze, eyes going comically wide.

Lance, being weaponless already, raised his hands in an act of surrender. Honestly when you first felt like you were being watched you thought it would be a little more exciting than this. There's always next Monday you guess.

"You two are actually doing me a favour, bearing you don't have any allergies," You waited for them to shake their heads, "Good. Follow me into the kitchen. See, I've been trying out a recipe for my husband and I's anniversary – it's this weekend, you're not invited. Anyways, I'm not sure I have the correct level of spice to it."

"I'm sure your husband will enjoy it."

"Thank you Lance," You smiled and held a fork full of spicy food to his mouth. You watched as he took in the flavour and deemed it plenty spiced enough, "I'll get you boys a plate full."

Your eyes darted back and forth as they ate, taking in every reaction they had to each bite. It's a silent meal, rather uncomfortable for them you imagine.

Manny set down his fork, "This is our last meal isn't it?"

You blew out a breath, "Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way that your actions have consequences."

Lance politely raised his hand, "Can I have a glass of water?"

"Unfortunately, Lance, you can't. You know why? Because you're trying to murder my family, that's why." You growled, then cocked your head towards the door leading outside, "Now do I have to tie you both to the porch or can I trust you to behave and sit like good boys?"

"We'll behave," Lance said, stepping over the cabin's entry doorway, "Right Manny?"

The short man huffed, "I ain't itching for a blaster fire to the back, Lance."

They both sat on the bench and leaned back against the wall. You took a seat opposite of them, perched on top of the railing you had installed after you moved in.

"Who do you work for?" You asked, blaster twirling in your hand, safety on.

Manny rolled his eyes, "We work for ourselves."

You hummed, "Why us? Why the kid?"

"Figured it would be an easy target now that the Mandalorian is dead."

For the first time since he interrupted your day, you're taken back at his words, "Dead, you say?"

"Yeah, in the fight with Moff Gideon." Lance explained, "We heard you adopted his son."

You have to give him credit for knowing at least that part. You did adopt Grogu. Married Din the same day too.

How many people out there think Din's dead? And who's the dumbass that thought Moff Gideon could kill Din?

Your eyes narrowed in on Lance when his jaw dropped and you could see the faint shine of sweat gathered at his temple, "Am I seeing things?"

"Oftentimes yes, but that's him," Manny shrunk in on himself, eyes forward in horror, "That's the Mandalorian."

You look back behind you, your eyes locking in on your husband. He looks furious, even underneath all his armour. His blaster is already in his hand and floating beside him is Grogu. Your son has his hand held up directly in front of him, eyes squinted – a warning.

This is the proudest you've ever been.

"Ner kar'ta," Din's hands are on you, moving different parts of your clothing around searching for a wound he won't find, "Are you okay?"

Lance nodded, "A little parched – oh, you're not talking to me, right that makes more sense."

You smiled down at the man. He's absolutely hopeless, but it gives him a fun personality. Too bad he has to die.

"I'm okay, I promise," You reassured him, "How was the marketplace?"

"Dull without you there to keep us company," Din said, Grogu nodding in agreement, "How was resting?"

You glanced down at the two men, "I had some unwanted visitors interrupting my relaxation."

Din looked them over, "Why are they unharmed?"

"The only weapon I had in reach was Manny's blaster," You held up the weapon while simultaneously introducing Manny to your husband, "Felt wrong to kill a man with his own gun."

Din pulled Manny up by the back of his shirt, the short man standing on his tippy toes to avoid strangulation.

Manny patted Din's beskar chest piece of armour, "Look Mr. Mandalorian, this is all a misunderstanding-,"

"Yeah," Lance stood up and his friend shook his head, silently telling him to stop, "We thought you were dead."

Din dropped Manny. The man crumbled to the ground, Din's foot pinning him down. You watched as your husband's attention turned to Lance.

"And that gave you permission to hunt down my riduur and child?" He growled, every bit the Mandalorian these pirates fear, "Tell me why I shouldn't put your head on a pike for all your pirate friends to see."

Lance turned to you for help. You looked past him to your husband and nodded, "It would give me much pleasure to see shabuirs like them displayed as an example to why no one touches my family."

"What my riduur wants, they shall receive," Din hauled both men up, his grip tight enough to leave nasty bruises on their skin, "This should only take two hours. Longer if the tall one is stupid enough to run his mouth."

"Two hours!" Manny exclaimed, "I can cut my own head off in less than a minute. I'll even save you some effort and behead Lance too!"

"You don't understand," Din grinned under his helmet, body humming with anticipation, "The effort is my favourite part," Din nodded his head in your direction, "Eat without me, mesh'la. I'll be back in time to tuck Grogu in."

"I'll have the shower ready for you when you get home," You promised, "Oh, and make sure to take your time, alright?"

Din activated his jetpack, throwing down a quick 'i love you' before taking off. You looked down at Grogu, "Your buir and I will never let anything or anyone hurt you. We love you, kid"

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[nerdieforpedro]

Day Thirty - Faires

Word Count: 664

Warnings: possible harm of a fairy?, Grogu being himself, Din being a worried dad

Notes: I wrote Din meeting a fairy warrior. This is what happened. I feel strongly about this. ☺️

Main Masterlist / Writing Challenges/ March Spring Prompts 2024

“Believing in what you can see keeps you alive. Trust in your skills, your weapons, and your armor. Take care of them and they will keep you from death’s door for a time.”

Words to live by, even after his foundling saved him from the mudhorn. Din Djarin relies on his own instincts, battle prowess and knowledge he’s gained from over the years.

Nothing has quite given him preparation for this. Planets in the Outer Rim tend to vary greatly, this one for example has lush vegetation, beautiful clear water and according to his sensors in his helmet, the atmosphere is breathable for both him and Grogu. The oddity presented is an angry looking man with an orange beard and matching hair wearing maybe a brown dress? He’s flying using wings on his back and he’s maybe half a meter tall. He appears to be angry at Din for something, but he’s only just stepped off his ship, what could he be mad about?

The small ginger haired flying man keeps fussing at Din so Grogu tries to choke him using the force which Din tells him not to, reaching for Grogu but he pops up in the air. A normal sized woman wearing a deep dress that hit mid-thigh flutters her violet red wings above Din, looking down on him with curiosity as she holds a screeching Grogu by his foot. Her skin had clearly been kissed by the sun, a copper tone to it with blood red lips. Her eyes were golden to match the patterns on her wings, delicate hands tossed Grogu in the air before catching him and he giggled. “This…creature belongs to you metal one? He was trying to kill my assistant.” Din had his blaster trained on her ready to shoot as soon as she had tossed Grogu.

“Yes. He is my foundling. Put him down.” Din tilts his helmet. That sounds very bad. Dammit Grogu. “There was a misunderstanding. I couldn’t understand the little, I mean your assistant. He was trying to tell us something that I assume was important. But my foundling is protective of me.” The Mandalorian explained, he raised his blaster and put it back at his side. It was now the woman’s turn to tilt her head in the same fashion Din had. “I put my weapon away. Give him back to me. Please.” His voice cracked uncharacteristically. The little ginger haired man kicked Din’s leg as he flew by and up to the woman, clearly telling her something negative. Her expression did not change as she flew down and landed softly, walking up to Din as her head just reached his shoulder.

“Here is your foundling as you call it. You shall not cause any more undue harm will you?” With Grogu safely back in his arms, the woman crosses hers and waits for a response. Din sighs and holds Grogu tight.

“I will not cause any harm unless one tries to cause harm to us. Can you guarantee that Miss?” He asks to which she scoffs and plucks a blade of grass from near her feet. She takes a deep breath and it lengthens into a blade that’s roughly ten centimeters in length.

“If you’re concerned or fearful, metal one. I can protect you.” The winged woman grins as she spins her knife and stows it on her upper thigh before pulling her dress back down. “But you should have no further issues since you will be accompanied by one of the best fairy warriors on this planet.”

Din couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice as it’s pitch heightened. “Fairies? That’s what you are?! I…well I know you didn’t look very Jedi that’s for sure.” He shakes his head and pats Grogu’s, “I’m here on a job. I need to get to where this tracking fob leads.” The fairy woman laughed and seemingly floated a few feet away from him.

“Lead the way metal one. I will be your escort.”

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[dindjarinandlysakane]

The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 22 - Not anymore

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

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Chapter 22

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Everything was quiet and still, the sun long since departed, and the stars now visible overhead.

In the middle of the expansive desert sat a small cabin. Neat and tidy amongst the scrub land of the lava flats that surrounded it. A orange light poured from the windows, warm and inviting, along with a small plume of smoke which rose from a slim metal chimney.

Beside the cabin was a ship. An N-1 Naboo Starfighter. Sat there. Engine off. As still as it’s surroundings.

To anyone who passed by now, it would have looked like someone was home, sat in their cabin enjoying the peace and quiet of late evening.

And that was indeed the presumption of the small group of men on speeder bikes that appeared at the top of the ridge overlooking the cabin, a kilometre or so away.

“That it?” said one of the men in a gruff voice, balaclava pulled up over his face.

Crix Val’shif, who was sat on a borrowed scuffed-up green speeder in the centre of the group, gave a nod, eyes black with malice. “Mmhmm,” he said with a nod of his head. “That’s the one.”

He gave a sniff, grimacing as he did so, readjusting the blaster and the large three pronged hammer at his side.

“We all know the plan. Get in there, get the job done and get back to the bar for last orders. Someone’ll find the bodies in a couple of days and that way we’ll have a squeaky clean alibi. Got it?”

The men around Crix all nodded in unison, as the thug in question revved his engine aggressively.

He was the first to head down over the crest of the hill as the others followed in his wake. All of them picking up speed as they went.

In a matter of seconds they had reached the flat ground, following the curve of the hillside that led towards the cabin.

That cabin- so still, so inviting. Their eyes fixed to it now…

…not even noticing a seventh speeder bike tucked around a large flat rock at the base of the hill….

…waiting for them.

The sound came first, the low rumble catching them off guard as most of the men twisted their heads to see who was behind them.

Then the sight of beskar armour reflecting the moonlight came into view, as the speeder bike rounded the corner from its hiding place…

…gaining on them at a speed.

Hunting them.

There was a yell from one of the men at the front, as they all hurriedly fumbled for their blasters.

But Din Djarin was faster, taking out one one of the gang with a single shot to the skull, sending his bike veering off course and into another of the men who was thrown over the handlebars of his speeder.

Four to go.

……………………….

From her secluded position up on the smallest ridge overlooking the cabin, Lysa watched from her battered old landspeeder as Din hunted the group down one by one.

She was alone, still trembling as she watched the scene before her unfold.

The sound of gunfire could be heard below, and Lysa could feel her breaths ragged in her throat as her heart thudded inside her ribcage.

She was scared. Terrified even.

Din had insisted on taking Grogu with him on the speeder bike, and Lysa couldn't help but be worried about what would happen if Crix or one of his gang got an accurate shot in. Killing either Din, or his son.

But the Mandalorian had reassured her that they would be ok, despite Lysa’s protestations.

But there were six of them against one. It surely wasn't a fair fight.

But Din had seemed unperturbed by this.

Lysa was aware that Din was a bounty hunter, but even so, Crix, and the thuggish men he aligned himself with,  were surely the bigger threat.

But as Lysa watched, she couldn't help but notice the upper hand Din had. His shots were accurate. Precise. Relentless.

Pursuing them on his speeder bike, like an animal hunting down its prey.

Lysa had done what Din had asked and taken him to the Jawas. The three of them packed into the back of Lysa’s landspeeder. She had been wholly confused by the request, but Din knew what he was doing.

He had flown past the Jawas recently on a return from a job, only to see them with a speeder-bike, likely looted of course. The closest one to Din’s cabin available.

The Jawas recognised Lysa at once, agreeing to lend Din the bike on the promise that Lysa would give them their next delivery for free.

It had all happened so fast, but now here he was, speeder bike between his legs, with Grogu in a pack on the back. Looking like he was at home here, with a blaster in one hand, zig-zagging between the bikes as he shot at them.

Lysa flinched as another of Din’s shots hit its target, sending another of the men crashing into the rock face near to them, meeting a fiery end.

She searched the ground, counting now.

One, two bikes, and Din’s as well.

It was hard to see in the darkness, the bright stars above the only thing shedding any light on the ground far below.

Where was Crix? Even with another fallen man, there should have been four altogether. 

Lysa gave a swallow, eyes flicking this way and that, looking for the man she had foolishly called her lover for so many years.

She knew what Crix was capable of… the bruises that still scattered her ribs, a tell-tale sign of this.

She hadn’t seen him fall. So was he hiding? Ready to jump out at Din and attack?

But Lysa wasn’t so certain. Despite Crix’s hot headed personality, he was smart and calculated. And not one to underestimate.

Her eyes scanned the flat ground that stretched out before her for any sign of movement aside from Din and the two bikes he was chasing.

Nothing near the hillside, nor near the rock face at the base.

But it was then that she saw a flash of something, in the distance…near to Din’s cabin.

Lysa turned her head and squinted her eyes in desperation…suddenly spotting the outline of a speeder bike with its lights shut off parked behind a tree near to Din and Grogu’s home…

…and a shadowy figure ducking inside the small building.

Lysa’s heart thudded, but without even questioning what she was doing she grasped up her visor and pulled it down over her head…

…making up her mind, as furious tears pricked at her eyes.

There was no way she was going to let Crix get away with hurting anyone. Not this time. Not anymore.

She was done with the control he had kept over her all these years.

Done with his cruel words and his violence.

Completely done with the man she had once convinced herself she loved.

And so turning the key in the ignition with shaking hands, Lysa fired up the engine, hearing her battered old landspeeder chugging instantly to life and headed down the hill.

Ready to stop Crix…

…by any means necessary.

…..

Was that ok?

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[chalterdh22]

Day 21: Din Djarin and Care Dune in New Discovery

Lee: Din Djarin/Mando

Ler: Cara Dune

Summary:  Cara Dune returns to Nevarro and hangs out with an old friend.  She starts pestering him so she would fight her and deem her the ultimate winner.  She’s not above fighting dirty either, teaching him something he never knew about himself.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Lot’s of friendly fluff too!

This all started when Cara Dune went back to Nevarro to see her old friend, Greef Karga.  She wanted a brief period to relax a bit from all her traveling and work, and she knew she had trusted allies there.  Boy she was surprised to find out that her old friend Mando and Grogu were now occupying a small cabin outside of the city as well.  Perfect, she thought. She would love to be in the presence on her ally.

Mando was sitting on the porch with his feet up while Cara leaned against one of the posts, as Grogu was playing in a nearby puddle.  She was looking around thinking how peaceful this place seemed and how relaxed he actually was, which reminded her of the conversation she had had with him on Soren about settling down.

“We didn’t settle down Cara.  I’m still training Grogu as my apprentice.”

“Slash son,” Cara pointed out.  “And you do you know how adorable that makes you?  Gag!”  she was chuckling.  Din looked up and tilted his head in amusement.  “You know I’m just kidding with you, Din!” she kicked his outstretched leg, not hard.

“Yes, I know.”

“Yet, you still aren’t amused.”  She was smirking.  She didn’t realize how much she missed bantering with him, even though it was almost completely one sided.  She had grown a found appreciation, or a strong liking to Din throughout the few years they had known each other.  She really had never had feelings like that for anyone except him.  Maybe it’s because he physically could rival her, and they fact he was completely mysterious.

She still remembers when he removed his helmet when saying good bye to the kid before he went off with that Jedi.  He seemed so emotional, and so real.  Not like he wasn’t before, but she thought several times he was a droid.

Cara was standing next to him, as he looked up at her, waiting for something to happen.  “Is there something you need Dune?”

“Wow.  He’s gotten a little cockier since he became a dad.  Interesting.”  He made a humph sound, and shook his head slowly, looking back out to Grogu who was still occupied in the pond.

“So, what else has changed Din?  Do you actually get to play with the kid?  Do you go running in a field together, laughing?  Picnics out back?”  she said condescendingly.  Still no answer.  “What, too dad now to let out a giggle or a laugh?”

At this point she was really rubbing it in his face, um, helmet.  He still wasn’t into playing these games with her, which slightly disappointed her.  “Are you done?”  He asked pointedly.

“With teasing you, not even close.  I am glad you still can take what I dish out, Din!”  She took a step back and leaned back on the post.  “Especially since you have never been able to beat me at anything!”  Her smile was huge by now.  This had to get him going.

He slowly turned his head back at her, took his legs off the rail and slowly stood up, looking lightly down at her, getting about a foot away from her face.  A challenge, finally, she was thinking.  “I recall beating you in arm wrestling, Dune.”

“That’s because the kid started magic choking me!”

“I would have won anyway.  It was a matter of time.”

“Ok, well, prove it!  And no more arm wrestling, real fighting!  And don’t worry, you can keep your shiny armor on, and I’ll wear what I’m wearing now!”  She was pretty much shouting at this point.  He shook his head back and forth and started walking into the cabin.  “Where are you going?”

“To take off my armor.  You’re right, it wouldn’t be fair for you.”

“Really, seriously Din, you don’t have to.  I was half joking.”

“No, you weren’t.”  He said from inside the cabin.  Her heart was racing now.  She was watching him remove his armor and this was the first time she had seen this.  He took off his cape and his jetpack as well.  He was completely down to just his flight suit, boots, and helmet of course.

“Wow, you look like you lost about 100 pounds Din.  Kinda scrawny looking if you ask me!”

“I didn’t ask you.  So, how do you want to do this?”

“Let’s just pin for 3, shoulders on the ground.”

“Sounds good.”  He started walking past her to the few stairs on the porch. 

“Don’t be nervous now.”  She followed and poked his side as he walked by, getting an interesting reaction from him.  Hmm, she thought.  That’s something she never thought of before.  She could use this to her advantage.  “I just thought, one more rule, since I haven’t done this since I was a child, and it could be fun.”

“What’s that?”  he asked, stopping in an opening right off the porch.

“Let’s add a tap out word or phrase?”

“A what?”  that’s right, she thought.  He never really got to be a kid.  She’d have to explain this without giving too much away.

“It’s when each person gets a word or phrase to say when they physically or mentally can’t go any longer………….. like they are too tired.  We did it as kids.  I think it could be fun though.”

“I won’t get too tired, but ok.  What should it be.”

“Something weird that you normally wouldn’t say accidentally.  Like, mine used to be red rose.”

“Red rose?”  he asked, tilting his head at her.  “So, what should mine be?”  She thought about it.

“Let’s make your’s tin can.”  He tilted his helmet and let out a small laugh.

“Ok, so if I can’t beat you or I’m tapping out, I just say tin can, and we’ll stop?”  she nodded, smirking.  This would be too easy.  He’ll never see this coming.

“That’s weird, but ok.”  They both took a stance. 

“And remember, anything goes Mando!”

“Yes, I know Dune!”

“Hold on, just one second.”  She turned and started walking towards Grogu..  “I don’t want to be beating you and have a choke hold on me from your protective son.”  She was partially telling the truth.  But she partially wanted to recruit the kid.  Yeah, it might be cheating, but she wasn’t planning on actually wrestling him either, so why not?

She leaned down to the kid’s level and whispered, “Kid, I need a favor.  Your dad and I are going to be wrestling, just for fun.  And I need your help, little buddy.  I want to get your dad laughing really hard.”  Grogu’s ears perked up when he heard that.  He hasn’t witnessed his dad laugh aloud before.  So, of course he wanted to be a part of it.  She gave him a few ideas and started walking back.

“Sorry, I really had to convince him not to kill me for destroying you.”  She laughed as he just stared.  “Ok, enough chit chat.  Ready?”

“Yes.”  Again, they took their stances.  “And go.”

She immediately crouched down and swiped her leg onto his, knocking him backwards.  She heard a great huff noise come from him as she quickly rolled over him.  She straddled him a little sideways, putting one of her legs on his arm above his head and holding his other arm down with one of her hands, leaving the other free.

He started whipping his legs, trying to buck her off him.  With her free hand, she put it on his chest, that no longer had any protection.  She had a strong core and even stronger legs.  “When I was a kid and we were playing like this, I immediately started doing this!”  She immediately grabbed his hip, making him gasp and almost jerk her off him.  “Did I hurt you?”  she asked sweetly.

“No, no, it just, it felt weird.”  Just then she did it again but didn’t stop.  He started to gasp and curl on his side to block her hand, which left his other side wide open.  She took her other hand from his arm and both hands went directly into his ribs, jolting his whole body up a few inches before slamming down.  “Whaaattt are yo yo youuu dooooiiinggg?”  Definite laughs were escaping his lips in his tinny voice.

“Doing what Din?  Tickling you?  I didn’t know you were so ticklish!!!”  She was laughing along with him.  she kept massaging his ribs.

“Whaaaat is th thaaaattt?”

“What?  Are you serious right now?  Tickling Din.  It’s what is happening to you right now!  Have you never been tickled before?”  She was beyond disbelief.  She lightened up for him to actually talk again, but holding fast, not giving him room to flip her.

He was breathing hard still.  She still had his one arm pinned.  “I I don’ttt understaaand.  What is that?”  He was regaining some of his control. 

“It’s this!”  She took both hands and whipped them into his arm pits.  He sat up almost straight, but then going into a ball as if he had no idea what to do.  His laugh was deep, throaty and contagious.  She couldn’t help but laugh right along with him.  At this point, Grogu waddled up to his dad, cooing over the magical sound that was his laugh.

“Stopppp!  Stopppp puuuuh-leeeease!”  He was trying to grab her wrists, which he did, but it did no good.  She was too strong at this point, and he was too weak because of all the energy spent getting rid of these tickles.

“Isn’t he cute, kid?”

“Bah!”  he said, pointing at him with his little finger.

“My thoughts exactly!  Do you want to try?  Or should I move onto a new spot since this obviously a brand-new experience for him!”  Grogu tilted his head.  Din was still curled up, trying to move her wrists away from him, but not able to budge her.  “You could just give in now Din, before it gets worse!”  He was making a coughing like laugh, that could be heard from miles away it seemed.   

He shook his head no, and no actual words escaped, like he was pressing them together so they wouldn’t talk on their own, begging her to stop.  “And the best part is buddy, is that your dad here has no idea what other places he could be tickled!”

And with that her hands whipped down onto his belly, massaging it, but pressing him down as he tried to curl up to cover his abs.  “See?  You wanna try with your powers kid?  I bet you could do some real damage!”

“Nooooooooo kiiidididd!  Shuuuut uuupppp Duuununnne!!!”

“What was that?  That wasn’t very nice.  Kid, get right above his knee caps.  He’ll like that I bet!”  And right as she finished saying that he had his hand raised out and Cara felt a muscular shift in his thighs, like they were being squeezed.  He hit a whole new type of laugh. For Din, since he really didn’t know where these spots were, he couldn’t physically or mentally prepare himself like a normal person could.

It was all he could do to not just lay down and let this happen, but he finally got to a point where he tried to say his words to tap out, but it came out all a mess.

“Are you trying to say something?  I’m not stopping just so you can regain control, so if you need to tap out, it needs to come out clearly!”  She was all but yelling over his laughing mixed with hard breathing and gasping for air.  She knew she was being relentless, but she got this far, so she couldn’t give him the ground.

“Tiiiinnninnnn ccccaaaannnnn!!!!!”  And she stopped and so did the kid.  Cara rose off of him.  He looked totally broken and breathing like he sprinted a few miles. 

“You ok there, Din?”  He slowly shook his head yes.  “Wow, I have to say, you lasted longer than I would have thought.  I thought you were going to keel over on me way earlier.”

He finally was able to sit up straight and look up at her, his chest still moving in and out fast, but not like it was.

“That was new to me, Cara.  That was……. something.”

She reached down and helped him up on his two feet.  She slapped in on the back and said, “I can see that, and I didn’t even get to the good spots yet.  I’ll save those for another time buddy!”  She smiled and walked away as he was staring her down.

What other spots, he thought?

To be continued…………?

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[burnwater13]

Mayfeld standing on the debris of an old Tie Fighter, on Karthom, as he fulfills his prison sentence for the New Republic. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 7, The Believer.

Grogu wasn’t there when his dad and Cara Dune, Fennec, and Daimyo Fett went from Nevarro to Karthon to Morag. He didn’t know what they were doing or why they were doing it, other than to find him. And, he didn’t know for along time that they went to Karthon to pick up Mayfeld. He wasn’t sure why his dad was being so tightlipped about it, until Fennec explained it. 

“Your dad had to show his face, so Mayfeld knows what he looks like. Like that’s some sort of honor.”

WHAT?!!!

Mayfeld knew what his dad looked like, but Grogu was the one who took the blame from the Armorer about his dad showing his face to him?!

“Listen kid, don’t get your first layer in a bunch. Your dad was the only one who had no problems with his chain code. He had to take the helmet off in order to save you.”

Grogu was somewhat mollified by that. After all, saving him from Moff Gideon was a pretty big deal. He must have just taken the helmet off for a split second so he could get what he needed and then…

“How else do you think he got that nickname of his? Can’t call him ‘Brown Eyes’ if we didn’t actually know the color of his eyes.”

Dank Farrik! Everyone saw his dad’s face before he did! That just wasn’t fair. And keeping that information from his was really mean. Grogu was about to stomp off when Fennec stepped in front of him.

“So you think your secrets are okay to keep but his isn’t? He called in every favor he had to rescue you, Kid. So you didn’t see his brown eyes until a little later than the rest of us. He did that all for you, knowing how much trouble he was going to be in with that Tribe he runs with.”

Grogu sighed. Fennec was right. He was being too harsh. His dad had saved him from Moff Gideon and he’d almost been badly hurt doing it. Grogu hated being responsible for that. And Din Djarin had only taken his helmet off again because Grogu had wanted to see his face and touch it. The Mandalorian was special and Grogu wanted him to realize that… What? Wait a second… did Fennec just say something about Grogu having secrets?

“That’s right, Kid. I know all about what you did on The Wheel. But your dad doesn’t, does he?”

Her tone was even, but Grogu understood that there was a subtle hint of threatening to turn that information over to his dad tingeing it. Uff! How did she even find out? He didn’t do that while he was with his dad. He’d gone to Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp when all that went down. Hmmm. He wondered…

“That’s right Kid, your mentor doesn’t know about it either. Just you, me, and that droid who blabs. Consider yourself very fortunate. Now, I have no reason to tell your dad about your extracurricular activities. Right now, that is. But I suggest you reflect on why people keep secrets like that from one another.”

Grogu nodded his head at Fennec and then walked slowly away from the know it all administrator. He didn’t think that R2 had told her anything, so how did she find out? Some time had passed since he’d last seen her and the Daimyo. That had obviously given her plenty of time to collect information. Had she actually gone to The Wheel and collected that information first hand? Or had one of her numerous informants blabbed to her because they had been on The Wheel?

He couldn’t imagine that anyone he’d met there blabbing. He didn’t speak to anyone at all… except Roger. Womp Rats! That droid was as chatty at Mayfeld. It never shut up. Even when it was trying to be quiet it had to talk to someone. If Fennec went to The Wheel she sure as heck would have heard from that darn battle droid. Uff.

So why was she keeping his secret? It had been a long time since he had done that snack run. He hadn’t thought about since he went back to Tatooine. There were so many other things to think about and do. Grogu sighed again.

It had been a pretty good adventure. He and R2 had gone to The Wheel so Grogu could obtain some food that was worth eating. It had turned out that Luke was just as obsessed with ration packs and veggies as his dad was. That was about the only thing the two humans had in common. 

Then Grogu began to consider the differences between the two men and there were plenty of them. Grogu couldn’t snuggle up with the Jedi when he was tired. Someone was a restless sleeper and that wasn’t Grogu. He also couldn’t expect Luke to surprise him with things like a beskar shirt or impromptu lessons on astro-navigation. Luke was far more philosophical and, honestly, Grogu had found that really boring. It reminded him too much of Mayfeld. 

Was this what Fennec had really wanted him to do? His dad was a good person. He was a fun person, in his own way. And he let Grogu have fun too. So, if Grogu wanted Din Djarin to tell him the unflinching truth, Grogu would have to learn to do that too. Tomorrow. 

His dad was off helping the Daimyo with a problem. Grogu had no idea what that problem was and now he knew he didn’t actually need to know. Especially not if he was going to convince Fennec to take him to The Wheel. He really wanted some chicken  snacks and you just couldn’t find anything that good on Tatooine. At least he knew she wasn’t going to talk his ears off. 

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[hinderr]

Not an ask question BUT I did want to say I read nature. I scrolled scrolled scrolled through the heavy parts but I DID read it and I’ve been keeping up with nurture!!

Ask question answer from me a fic I like in particular actually is flowers

Also wondering if riding phoenixes will turn into a written au? Love! <3

(Ask game!)

HI BELOVED!!! AAAAAA I NOTICED YOUR COMMENTS ON NURTURE!! they make me so happy. completely fair that you've skipped past the heavy parts lmao its no worries!!

OUGH god wait like flowers the bodies tumble fr???? i know I talk about him all the time but in my head I'm still surprised people like, actually like father's son grogu djarin. he's a hot mess but he's personal to me and I love him dearly so its SOO cool if you love him too!! unless you're talking abt 'flowers for the (un)dead' in which case damn I need to pick that back up soon

I THINK ABOUT RISING PHEONIXES AS A FIC SOOO OFTEN YOU HAVE NO IDEA. they're very vague thoughts tho because unlike most of my fics i usually start off with 'theres a story i want to tell' whereas pheonixes is more of a 'hey isn't this concept cool?'. maybe if i come up with a direction i could take it it'd be written!!

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[lucy-sky]

Lucy! For your milestone celebration, might I ask for a kiss drabble?! It is such a cute idea! 💕 If I may ask for Din with the place in the rain and the reason being a first date?

Surprise (Din Djarin x Reader)

1143 words (once again turned out a bit longer than a normal drabble - I just can’t resist writing flashbacks and backstories); tooth-rotting fluff, partners/friends to lovers; gender neutral reader.

AO3 link

A/N: I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! :’))

REQUESTS CLOSED!

”So… Where exactly are we going?” you ask curiously, leaning against Din’s shoulder. Coordinates on the display don’t tell you anything. Pretty unusual of Din to hide something from you like that - you and him work together for almost a year, and your relationship grew from two rivaling bounty hunters into close friends who can trust each other with your lives.

Yes, you used to be… not very fond of each other, mildly speaking. But one day when the job went wrong, he was there to save you. That’s the way Din Djarin is - he can be grumpy, but never indifferent. So when you learnt that Razor Crest was destroyed, you offered him your ship and your company. It took a while to start really getting along, but in the end you both admitted that being partners is way more profitable than competing with each other for another bounty. It also turned out you have quite a lot in common: both lost parents at a rather young age, but not too young to forget how it happened; both pretty much used to being on your own.

“Din?”

“You’ll see,” he mutters. Maker, what’s going on? Why is he so mysterious today?

“Is that a date?” you say teasingly, but instantly regret it, because even through the helmet and the layers of coarse fabric and bescar you can feel him tensing.

“Sorry uh… I was just kidding. I mean it’s just that you left Grogu at Peli’s tonight, so I… Nevermind, just-”

“It’s a surprise,” he cuts you off.

“Oh.”

“Your birthday’s today, right?” Din suddenly asks. You blink at him, caught completely unawares.

“Wait, what?... You... you remembered?..”

*

You only mentioned your upcoming birthday once and it was during an argument. Din insisted that the job was too dangerous, so you should stay on board the ship and wait for him there. You had a different opinion.

“Look, Mando. It’s cute that you’re trying to protect me, but I think I have a right to decide for myself. I’m not a kid. Just so you know, I’m turning ___ years old in exactly three months! And don’t forget that I actually used to work alone before I met you!”

“Yeah, right. And got yourself in trouble,” he cocked his head, and you could clearly hear a chuckle in his voice, even through the modulator.

“Oh really? As if you’ve never been in trouble, bucket head!” you raised your eyebrows, putting your hands on your hips. Din let out a deep sigh.

“Okay. Fair enough,” he admitted. “Fine. Let’s do it together.”

*

“I always remember important things,” Din replies, still focused on piloting the ship. You feel your cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, but… It’s not important, really,” you mumble. “I haven’t celebrated it for ages, so…”

“Maybe it’s time to start,” he shrugs, finally turning his head in your direction. You don’t even know what to say. It’s so absolutely unexpected, and it makes your heart swell in your chest - a feeling you've never known before.

“We’re almost there,” Din announces, breaking the silence. “Prepare for landing.”

You obey quietly, taking your seat behind him and fastening the belt. You’re still flustered, but smiling to yourself.

A few minutes later you step out of the ship. The air is warm, filled with scents of unknown flowers, and you think you’ve never seen this much green in your entire life.

“You like your surprise?” Din asks, and you beam at him.

“I love it.”

Together you take a little walk before settling down on top of the hill. The sky already started turning light pink, the sun painting the tops of the trees with warm light.

“This planet is famous for its most beautiful sunsets in the galaxy,” Din tells you as you admire the view.

“That’s why you took me here?”

“Yeah, but also… Also there are no people around, so…” he pauses for a moment, “so I can do this.”

You watch his hands reaching the helmet and nearly hold your breath. Din's taking off his helmet, and somehow it's something so intimate, even though it's not the first time - you already saw his face once.

*

He was injured, unconscious, and you panicked. You’ve never been so scared of losing someone before. Probably because you didn’t really allow yourself to get too close with anyone. Without thinking, you removed the helmet to fix the wound on Din’s head before it was too late. Only when he woke up, and you saw his bewildered expression, you realized what you’ve done and your heart sank at the terrible thought.

“What if he never forgives me?..”

But to your surprise and relief Din didn’t seem angry or upset with you. He quietly explained that actually… He wasn’t a Mandalorian any longer, and technically there was nothing wrong about taking off the helmet for him. Not anymore.

“I’d still prefer other people not to know it though.”

His voice sounded unusually soft and somehow oddly vulnerable without the modulator.

“It’s uh… easier like that… You know. ”

“I understand,” you nodded, handing him the helmet. The smile on his face was incredibly gentle before he put it back on.

*

It happened a little more than a month ago. And now you’re looking at his bare face again, and every feature is so dear to you. Those big brown eyes looking at you with unspeakable tenderness; messy curls and patchy beard; lips that curl in a soft and shy smile. For the second time today you’re lost for words as his hand reaches your face, tentatively tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you breathe out.

It’s a chaste kiss at first, a soft brush of his lips against yours, so sweet but not nearly enough. You open up to him, fingers carding through the soft curls on the back of his head, and Din gladly accepts your invitation, darting his tongue forward to meet yours. A quiet hum escaping him is the sweetest sound you’ve heard.

“So I was right then… It’s a date,” you murmur against his mouth, making him chuckle softly.

“I think it is,” he confirms, kissing you again.

You’re completely lost in each other and don’t even notice the first drops of rain on your skin until it hits with full force.

“Dank farrik!” Din curses as you yelp in surprise.

“What the… Where did it come from?..” you shiver, scooting closer to his frame. “I mean… there wasn’t a single cloud like a minute ago!..”

“Well of course it had to happen exactly when I’m not wearing a helmet for once,” Din states, rolling his eyes, and you snort a laugh.

“You know what? I actually don’t mind the rain.”

“Yeah,” his fingers grasp your chin, gently tilting your face, his eyes deep and sparkling. “Me neither.”

Thank you for reading!!

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[sirowsky]

Chapter 15 - A Great Many Woes

Description: Din is trying to figure out what comes next, now that his family is all together, and takes you back to Pagwu for a visit. Which predictably doesn't work out the way he intended. But it also leads to a shocking discovery. (Dual perspectives)

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the wait! And once again, thank you so much to @itsfiive for kickstarting my inspiration for this!

OBSERVE! Creator chooses NOT to include warnings on this series. Read at your own risk! Be aware that this story will include violence and is not suitable for minors! 18+ONLY.

Word Count: 3367 Masterlist (This Story) Author’s Masterlist

Link to Chapter 16

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   It’s much easier to travel with Grogu now that you’re always on hand to entertain him.    It only took a few hours of being around him for you to apparently decide that he’s actually a really fun little friend to have, and not at all scary.    You do still worry about accidentally hurting him, that much is evident in how careful you are to never come close to him when you’re unbalanced or experiencing any type of strong emotion, even though the kid seems oblivious to any danger.

   Din isn’t sure if he’s ever been this relaxed before. Being with the two of you makes him feel a harmony that he can’t recall ever having known until now.    The Mandalorian society has always given him the feeling that he’s never truly been alone, no matter how many weeks or months may have passed between seeing one of them.    But this is entirely different.    It feels as though the family that he lost as a young boy has been given back to him, and he cherishes it like nothing else in the galaxy.

   But it also makes him wonder about you and your family. Your ancestors and your home that he has kept you away from, all this time. And that thought makes him sad.    Especially since he knows how strongly you’re connected to your planet and history.

   “Hey, Pan,” he quietly greets as he comes to sit beside you.

   Grogu’s asleep in between your front legs, curled up against your warm chest. The two of you have been playing for hours while Din did some in-flight maintenance on the ship’s computer, leaving both of you tired, but the little one needs a lot more sleep than you do.

   “I’ve been thinking,” he starts, before pausing to try and find a good way to phrase this. “I think that it might time for us to go back to Pagwu.”

   Your reaction isn’t as enthusiastic as he’d expected. In fact, you don’t seem to react much at all, as far as he can tell. And that confuses him.

   “I know that we’ve got a good thing here, the three of us, and I’m not trying to change that. But we can’t live in this ship, not all of us together like this, year after year, eventually we’ll drive each other insane,” he explains, and you listen carefully, but you don’t react.

   He wonders if perhaps you’re hesitant because you don’t know how you feel about this idea yet, which is fair. So, he does his best to elaborate and help you grasp what he’s trying to offer.

   “What I’m suggesting is that we settle down there. We know that it’s possible for people to survive and that trees have even begun to grow in the south again, so we should be able to live there with Grogu.    And now that we have a ship, we can travel as much as we might want or need to, we can get any food or supplies we need, but we’ll always have a home to go back to.”

   He doesn’t realize it until the word is already out, but that’s what this is all about.    A home.    Din has never had that before, not since his was destroyed, and he’s been okay without it because he hasn’t had a need for one. But he does now.

   “I know that it won’t be easy, but I’d like to try. I’d like to have a home…” he trails off, waiting for any response from you, but you still just stare back at him.

   Then, after what feels like much too long, you slowly raise your tails and begin to communicate in your own unique way.    First, you show him a planet, and he guesses on Pagwu, to which you nod. Second, you show him a demon and a small tree, which doesn’t make sense to him, so he waits.    And the third image that you create, shows the demon leaving and the tree instantly growing taller.

   “What are you saying? Is the planet somehow better off without you there?” he asks, and you nod once, decisively.

   But how could that be? He knows from the memories he saw that you’re connected to the planet and that the fire in your chest directly influences the strength of that world, so how could you not being around possibly help anything?    When you put a flame in his heart it helped to strengthen Pagwu, so logically, your presence should only be positive.

   “I don’t understand…” he admits, and you let your tails rest over your back, apparently not able to explain it any better.

   But maybe going there will help him.

   “How about a visit then?” he suggests. “Maybe it’ll help me make sense of this, and besides, I’d like to check on Nibei and the others.”

   You give him a soft nod to that, and he runs his fingers over the ridge above your left eye.    You love when he does that, and your eyes fall shut in contented relaxation, so he keeps slowly tracing that line back and forth until you’re so comfortable that you fall asleep.

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   When the rear hatch opens, you feel nervous.    There’s no real reason why you should, this is your home and the only thing you knew up until a little over a year ago.    But now that you step out onto the barren landscape just outside the settlement that the humans call Cai’ilo, you feel like a trespasser.

   The Mandalorian is happy to be back, greeting his old friends with firm handshakes and bemused chuckles, but you keep to the background.    He introduces the child to them and they all instantly love the little green boy, just as you knew they would, so you’re not concerned for their safety here.    Restless, you roam the outskirts of the rudimentary city, feeling that familiar old pull to the south, but for the first time resisting it. For the first time, feeling like you will not find anything positive by going there.

   Din comes to find you after nightfall, when you’re easier to spot in the distance because of the way you glow.    You’re sitting at the mouth to the city, but a few hundred yards out into the desert, staring towards the darker lands of the north, noting that the badlands seem to have finally stopped expanding.    The planet is recovering, just as you knew it would, but that isn’t a good thing for you.

   Because as it recovers, is also changes. Like your kin, it has been forced to evolve, and what will grow from it now will no longer be compatible with your being. You can already feel a significant difference in how your flame reacts to the planet’s core, and it’s a very disconcerting sensation.    You feel… unwelcome.

   Din is worried, you can tell by how fidgety he is, but he doesn’t say anything for the time being. He just stands beside you and looks out into the dark for several minutes before he decides to interrupt your brooding.

   “I know that something’s wrong,” he says, and he sounds unhappy now. “I can feel it too. That it’s different… that the energies are shifting into something new.”

   He sighs and puts a hand on your shoulder, not to steady himself but perhaps to comfort you, since he knows how much you like his touch.    You remember the beginning, how scared you were when you first met him, and how impossible it seemed that he could ever cause you anything but pain or death. And now he’s the one that soothes you.

   “We can’t stay here, can we?” he asks, and his voice is heavy.

   Reluctantly, you slowly shake your head and feel him sort of sink beside you, as if his body just deflated slightly.    You want to tell him that you’re sorry, that you understand the wish to build a home and have a base. Somewhere safe to come back to after a bad day, knowing that you’ll be welcomed and loved.    You understand that terribly well, and you want it too.

   But you’re a demon. Which means that only an otherwise uninhabited world can endure your presence, and that leaves only the most terrible living conditions available because those are the only places where no one wants to live.    And that’s not a life that you want to inflict upon your family. That’s no way for a little kid to spend his childhood, or a scarred and tired bounty hunter to finally retire.

   It does confuse you that he would want to stay here at all, though. It’s not like anything good ever happened to him here, and certainly not recently.    And it’s the same for you, a part of you is even a little bit relieved that this place isn’t the same anymore, because this is where you killed so many innocent people. This is where you robbed a sweet and kind little boy of his newfound freedom.    You’ve been thinking about Kas a lot ever since you landed back here, and the memories make you wish that King Bakol had just killed you.

   “Hey, whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Din suddenly urges, and his tone is sharper now. “You’re digging a hole for yourself, I can tell. But it won’t help anything.”

   He’s not wrong.    Then again, with you out of the picture, his life would be so much simpler.

   Back when he’d first asked you to come with him, you’d agreed because you’d been afraid of losing your mind again. Of going back to being unable to remember anything and just keep roaming this world without point or purpose until the day you died.    Now though, having spent so much time with the Mandalorian and being able to recall everything, from your human life as well as after the Burn, you’re not so sure that it matters quite so much.

   Of course, you’d like to keep the good memories, but that’s not how it works, and you’re not at all certain that you can live for centuries to come with all the lives you’ve needlessly taken, weighing on you every single day.    And now that Din isn’t alone, it seems less cruel to imagine parting ways with him.

   You invite him for a ride by laying down in front of him, and he climbs up without question, as always. So, you set off into the night, heading straight for Ig’wu.    You want to see it again, to remember what you’ve done, but you also want to try and make him understand what you’re thinking, even though you know that he won’t like it.    He knows where you’re going, he’s good at keeping track of directions, and you can tell that he’s nervous about it, but he doesn’t say anything.

   Running at full speed gets you there in less than half an hour, and you slow to a walk when the now empty hill comes into view.    You can see just as well in the dark thanks to your flame, as it fills your eyes too and floods your vision with light whenever you need it, so even the smallest details are visible to you.    The wind has swept away the ashes and dust, leaving behind a barren rock where the city used to be. Not a single stone remains to even mark where the wall once stood.

   When you come to a stop at the foot of the hill, Din jumps off and starts walking up, following the memories of the streets that he walked just last year.    But you’re not moving. Because now that you’re here, you remember things that you haven’t before. Such as how it felt when your flame erupted and shot up through the keep, gaining speed and growing in intensity as it travelled.

   It exploded up from the well like a volcanic eruption, and then crashed down over the city like an avalanche of fire. There was no escaping it.    At the time, you were undergoing your metamorphosis so you couldn’t feel what was happening outside of yourself, but now that there are no distractions, you remember the things that you never noticed back then.    Most notably, that you felt them all die.

   Struggling with the devastation of the memory that now floods your mind, your chest heats up and the rocks around you are lit up by the sudden surge of energy that makes your entire body burn bright.    There were so many of them, and they were all so frightened and confused. Because of you. All of this was your fault.

   Pain shoots through you in relentless volumes and you can’t stop the flame from reacting. It superheats both you and the air around you until the rocks underneath your feet melts and you start to sink.    Desperate to relieve the pressure inside your heart, you roar into the skies, sending as much of your heat upwards, as is already travelling down into the ground, but it’s no use.    Guilt isn’t eased by screaming, no matter where you aim it.

   Din comes to your side, unaffected by the heat as always, although he avoids the lava underneath you, and there’s something in his expression that makes you think that he’s been expecting this.    He doesn’t try to keep you from shouldering the blame, nor does he offer any words of comfort. Instead, he settles for reminding you of the real reasons behind this tragedy.

   “Don’t let it break you, Pan. This didn’t happen because of any evil living inside of you, it happened because you were born into a war. You never stood a chance against either of the two forces that pushed you onto this path.”

   That may be true, but these were innocent people that had never done anything to you or your kin. They were mothers, fathers and children. Families.

   Coming here was a mistake, but now that you’ve seen it, now that you know exactly how dangerous you are, you’re no longer unsure of what the right thing to do is.    The Mandalorian and his son must never fall victim to your lack of control. Even the thought makes your bones ache with fear and anger.    You back out of the pit of lava before meeting his eyes, and he knows as soon as he sees yours, that you’ve made up your mind.

   “No… don’t-…” he pleads, but you’re already turning away from him.

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   You’re gone before he can say anything else, although he already knows that nothing would’ve helped.    You were rattled long before you offered him to come out here with you, and he knew all along that it was about more than just not wanting to settle here.    He’d hoped that it was something he could help you with, or at least help you suffer through, but whatever is eating you, it’s obviously much bigger than he’d realized.

   Needing to think for a minute, he turns around and heads for the top of the hill, where the castle used to be, walking slowly and letting his eyes travel over every dent in the ground, every hint that subtly reveals the history of this place.    Reaching the top, the keep is easily spotted with its blackened opening and partly melted edges. There’s also a pattern of damage that can be directly traced to it, sort of like how the shockwave of a bomb will leave scars in the ground.

   Despite wearing the jetpack, he doesn’t approach the edge. There’s nothing to see in there, even if he could make out the bottom, so he keeps walking as he tries to think about how to fix things with you. How to convince you that you’re not a monster.    Then he spots something further ahead which pokes at his curiosity.

   Prince Tonolju had said that the tunnels had been his invention from the start, and it seemed that he hadn’t been lying, because Din was now staring at what looked like an entrance, in what would’ve probably been somewhere around the grand dining room.    But what really sparks his interest, is the fact that not only is it not caved in, but the entrance is partly concealed by a cloth. Something that most definitely wouldn’t have survived any fire.

   Only a humanoid would’ve put that there, probably to keep dust from blowing in, but none of the outcasts would’ve come here and even if they had, they certainly wouldn’t have stayed.    And if it wasn’t one of them, then it had to either be someone that had crashed with a ship nearby and found this place by accident, or… a survivor.

   It seems utterly impossible to even imagine that anyone could’ve made it through that blaze, but if someone did, then that could be the way to help you. And that’s a chance that Din can’t ignore.    So, he draws his blaster and slowly steps inside, shifting to enhanced vision as soon as he’s engulfed by the darkness inside the tunnel.

   The path slopes downward for a good long while before it evens out, so he must be far beneath ground level, deep within the bedrock of the planet, by the time he reaches a crossroads.    For once though, choosing a path isn’t difficult, because there’s light coming from the tunnel to his right.

   Heading towards it, the air starts to feel warmer, but also quite moist, which is perplexing because even though it’s probably a thousand yards below the surface, the tunnel is nowhere near deep enough to reach the remnants of groundwater.    Still, as he nears the source of the light, Din can hear the distinct sound of water trickling up ahead, and when he comes around a final bend in the structure, he walks into what he can only describe as a greenhouse.

   There are plants everywhere, some covered with fruits, others with flowers, but all of them lush and healthy and flourishing.    And the water that he hears is coming from a broken pipe that sticks out of the ground, probably a remnant of the system that the Royals used to pump groundwater out into the community.

   Here, it spills onto the stone floor, where hardy plants have sought it out and grown their roots directly on top of the rock walls, needing no soil to fertilize them or help bring them nutrients.    But this wouldn’t have happened over just the last year, it had to have taken at least a decade for the entire space to be completely filled with them.    An oasis, grown right underneath the feet of the barely surviving population above.

   No doubt the prince’s idea of riches that he deserved for no greater reason than that he was a prince.    He probably had the merchant smuggle in these fruitful plants and then paid him with the delicious treats, as exotic tastes were considered the most valuable things a Pagwian could ever be offered.

   Din’s musings are interrupted, however, by the realization that the source of the light which drew him in this direction, is coming from a solar powered flashlight that rests in a little nook that’s been carved out of the wall to his right.    Solar powered means that it wouldn’t be shining right now unless it’s been charged all day out in the sun, which also means that someone brought it down here quite recently.    And just as that thought has crossed his mind, he catches a movement further into the room, partly hidden by the thick root-system.

   “It’s you!” someone squeals, and then a figure rushes towards him so quickly that he can’t make it out at first.

   Then strong little arms are wrapping around his waist, the small figure obviously completely unafraid of the beskar shielding, and no wonder… He’s hugged it before.    Din pulls the boy back and drops to his knees, scarcely daring to believe his own eyes. But it is him.    Covered in dirt and with only a remnant of clothing around his hips, but his eyes are still the same, his smile still just as infectious.

   “Kas…” he breathes, fighting tears now, as he pulls the boy into his chest for a proper hug.

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[morganwrites-starwars]

Time Waits for No One pt. 3

A Sequal to Time is a social construct.

Summary: What do you do when you time travel 50 years in the past with your Jedi son, accidentally adopt 3 more kids, and become Mand’alor? Din figured stopping a Sith uprising was a good answer. He just has to unite the Mandalorian factions, repair relationships with the Jedi, and stop a galactic civil war. Easy.

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           If there was one thing Din knew about himself, it was that he was a hands-on, get-it-done-himself kind of person. Not so much because he didn’t trust other people, but because, for the longest time, that was his only option. Now, he had a horde of assistants and a small army of people willing to help him. And Din had to be aware of potentially dangerous situations and decide if it was worth his attendance. It was a delicate balance between maintaining a public presence and his own safety that Din was still mastering. Fortunately, most of his advisors were willing to tell him immediately when something was a bad idea. And some, like Jango, were more than happy to use Din’s children against him.

         All that to say, Din wasn’t allowed to go with the Jetii to examine the alley where the Sith had attacked them. Obi-wan and Jango had gone with Tholme and Vos to convince anyone who saw them that they were just friends on an outing. Qui-gon had wanted to go, but two Jetii masters would be too suspicious. Instead, Jango had been volun-told for the excursion (something about exposure therapy?). It seemed his remaining ade had dedicated themselves to distracting Din and Qui-gon. Bo-Katan had insisted that this was the perfect time for Din to teach her how to use a jetpack- Din was of the opinion that she should have an actual teacher, not someone who learned by trial and error but was outvoted. Grogu had decided he wanted to mediate with Qui-gon, and the Jetii was weak to the request of the child.

         Din had to admit, it was hard to constantly check his comm for messages from Obi-wan or Jango when he was trying to make sure Bo-Katan didn’t fly into a wall or something. Not that Din should worry too much- Bo-Katan was a natural and was trying to see what the most reckless maneuver she could get away with while also making Satine, who had decided to spectate, wince.

         Din hadn’t even realized an hour had passed until Obi-wan and Jango entered the courtyard. Grogu’s eyes shot open, and he screeched joyfully as if it hadn’t been an hour since they had left. Grogu toddled to Obi-wan, and the teenager picked him up without further instruction. Bo-Katan landed, and Din allowed himself a breath of relief. Qui-gon and Din approached them as the girls put away the jetpack before joining them.

         “How did it go?” Qui-gon asked.

         “Alright,” Obi-wan said. “Master Tholme and Quin went to their rooms to meditate so Quin can get everything straight. They’ll let us know when he’s ready.” Din nodded like he understood perfectly. He supposed having a bunch of impressions shoved into one’s head would be disorientating. “He did say that he felt a dark energy.”

         “It was weird,” Jango commented. “Cool, but weird.”

         Din was proud of Jango’s progress. Months ago, when they’d first met, Jango would’ve tried to kill the Jetii instead of having to go on a solo trip with three of them.

         “He can take as much time as he needs,” Din said. Grogu cooed, and Obi-wan set him down. The child began to chase after a bug that was flying around.

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         It took until latemeal. Din had been hunched over a datapad containing a proposed treaty between the occupants of Kalevala. Satine had taken over the compromise after Din had mentioned Almec’s attitude surrounding the topic. She and Sainn had come to a fair agreement that satisfied both of their clans (with some exceptions, Almec included). Satine had even asked Bo-Katan for her help. Din was proud of his ade for handling the situation so effectively. He made a few notes on the document- his thoughts on potential conflicts certain sections could cause and other ideas- before sending it back for a final review. Din wondered if the Armorer had to do excessive paperwork when leading their covert.

         There was a knock on Din’s door, so he slid his helmet on (taking it off when he was alone helped him become more comfortable without it).

         “Olarom o’r,” he called, and the door opened. Master Tholme and Vos walked in and bowed. Din gestured for them to take a seat. The padawan looked tired, and Din wanted to tell him to go to bed- surely this could wait for the morning?- but this information could be vital.

         “Mand’alor,” Vas said, the most serious Din had seen the teen, “I believe your attacker was the Sith apprentice.”

         Din nodded in understanding. Qui-gon had given him a “Sith Crash Course,” which included the fact that the current generation of Sith only had two members- A master and an apprentice. An ineffective system if you asked Din, but the worse organized the dar’jetii were, the better for Din.

         “He- well, there was a lot of echos of emotions.” Vos took a deep breath. “I think I was able to weed out what was you and Obi-wan and what was the Sith. Unless you or Obi-wan have a well hidden anger issues.” Vos tried to smile. Din assumed it was a good sign that he was attempting to joke. “He seemed less angry at you two than at himself. There was fear too- it felt like I couldn’t breathe-“ Vos inhaled deeply again and shut his eyes. Tholme rested a hand on his padawan’s shoulder. Vos opened his eyes, looking more centered. Din resisted the urge to call an end to the meeting. Maybe it would be easier on the padawan to only write a report- no need to say everything out loud. Vos continued before Din could suggest it. “He was terrified of failing his Master- who really, really wants you dead. I wrote down everything.”

         Din wanted to sigh loudly and slump in his seat. While not a surprise, Din did not want to deal with it. But Vos had put himself through emotional and psychic pain for this information. So Din accepted the datapd and said, “Vor entye, Padawan Vos. Your help has been invaluable.”

         Vos bowed his head. Tholme patted his shoulder. “Why don’t you go have latemeal with Padawan Kenobi while I finish with the Mand’alor?” Both jetii looked to Din for this opinion- still weird-and he nodded in agreement. Let the kid rest.

         After Vos left the room, Tholme turned to Din. “The report will be shared with the Jedi Council, and I imagine they will want to discuss the situation and further actions.”

         Din examined the Master. Obi-wan had said that Tholme had worked on several intelligence missions for the Jedi. Din had worked with similar individuals during his bounty hunting days and was in the habit of trusting their instincts. “In your professional opinion, what should we do?”

         Tholme took a moment to consider the question before answering. “We have little information on either the master or apprentice and, as such, must be careful lest we act in a way that gives away what we know. The master wanted you dead, even before you were Mand’alor, which means they were aware of your position and potential for some time. The question is then, knowing the Sith have allied with Death Watch, was Death Watch aware of the attack on you? And, for that matter, how long have they been allied?”

         Din considered. Perhaps the spy had been present for longer than Din had assumed. Several people were wary and outright hostile to Din when he first appeared. Any number of them could have reported his relationship with Satine and how more and more Mandalorians had begun to seek his opinion and help. If the spy reported that to Death Watch, who then reported it to the dar’jetii…

         “Maybe they made a deal- work together to get rid of any perceived threats to Vizsla becoming Mand’alor,” Din guessed. It made sense. Better to deal with all potential problems instead of just the present one. Otherwise, they tended to come back and bite you in the shebs. Din knew from experience.

         “So, they have been allies since you came to Sundari at the lastest.”

         “Maybe longer. Mandalorians used to ally with the Sith, yes?” Din asked as he remembered that part of his crash course.

         Tholme nodded. “A long time ago, yes.”

         “Kyr’tsad are extreme traditionalists. Probably knew that, too. They would be stronger with the help of the dar’jetii.”

         “And the Sith knew they would be more powerful with Mandalore on their side,” Tholme finished Din’s thought. “You think this partnership has been going on for some time.”

         Din shrugged. “Makes sense.”

         “So the next question is then, how did either group know your whereabouts on the day off? I doubt it is a coincidence that they attacked on a day that you, the duchess, and Ser Fett were outside the palace.” Tholme tilted his head as he stared at Din. Din did not appreciate the jetii’s ability to look like he was staring straight through Din’s beskar and into his soul. It reminded him of Yoda but with less riddles.

         “That’s a rhetorical question,” Din guessed dryly.

         The Jetii cracked a smile. “You don’t seem surprised.”

         “Neither do you.”

         “I had a feeling Master Jinn was not telling me everything when he told me of the allyship. I, of course, understand your hesitance to tell me.”

         “And will you tell your council?” Din asked. His initial reluctance was about trusting the new Jetii, but Din knew a warrior when he met one, and Tholme, even with his regal tone, was one.

         “I may suggest the possibility,” Tholme answered. “Just as I will suggest you to consider having your own.”

         “You want me to catch a spy with a spy?” It sounded like the plot of a low-budget holo-film.

         “It would be a dangerous position, so I would not blame you for not wanting to consider it. Normally, I would suggest a Jedi trained for such a thing, but I do not believe that would be a wise decision in this case. But I believe having inside information about your spy and Death Watch’s plans is ideal.”

         Din sighed. He had a point. “Because it’s the only lead we have on the Sith.”

         Tholme nodded sympathetically. “Unfortunately. Not to say the Jedi won’t be looking into the matter, but to maintain the secrecy needed as well, it may take some time.”

         “Time we may not have.”

         “Indeed.”

         “I’ll have to think about who I would trust to do this,” Din said after thinking about it. “No one I know personally would be believable.”

         “I agree.” Tholme stood up from his seat. “I am sorry to leave you with such an ask. I will give you time to think about it. Shall we meet again tomorrow before my padawan and I depart for Coruscant?”

         “Leaving so soon?”

         “I believe it is best to deliver this report in person,” Tholme explained. “I never trust such sensitive information to the Holonet.”

         Din agreed, and the Jedi bowed before exiting, leaving Din to his thoughts.

         Most Haat Mando’ade were very vocal about their hatred of Kyr’tsad, especially after they attacked the hospital, which had killed hundreds of citizens, dozens of them being children. So a Haat Mando’ade was out. Could a New Mandalorian be believable? There had been some dissent among the more radical ones, but most had been soothed by Satine’s promises to ensure their beliefs were respected, which Din thought he had done a pretty good job at. Don’t want to fight or handle weapons? Ok, great, but that doesn’t mean others can’t. Maybe Satine would have a good idea about who to ask- though that would mean Din would have to tell her. While Din was confident she could handle it, she was still just a teenager, and Din didn’t like putting that kind of pressure and knowledge on her. Someone from the more traditional clans that followed him would probably work, but Din didn’t know any of them well enough to trust them.

         There was the added factor that Din had no idea what clan the spy was pretending to be a part of. If he had an agent in Sundari, he could miss someone in Keldabe, and the same would be true in the other direction. So, should he have two? Would they know about each other? There were too many variables for Din to be comfortable. Sure, he had taken contracts with little information- they often paid better-but he had always done his best to gather his own information. And, if something did go wrong, only he would be majorly affected in the end. His tribe may have suffered a bit, but soon enough, someone would’ve taken his role, and they would move on. Now, he has an entire nation to worry about should he make the wrong move. It made him feel off-put.

         Ok, he needed to take small steps for this.

Step 1: he needed help- preferably not from one of his kids. Silis would be a good start; maybe he knew someone trained in this kind of stuff.

Step 2: Figure out logistics- one spy or two? Should they directly contact Din or someone else? Hopefully, Tholme will offer his opinions.

Step 3: Somehow test the candidates because Din was nothing if not a little paranoid

Step 4: Pray and try not to get a stress ulcer.

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Mando'a translations:

Olarom o'r: olaron for welcome, as a greeting, while o'r means in. So I combined them to mean welcome in (come in)

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[sassygirl579]

Finally thought of a good Writing Prompt Game idea!

The Armorer & Paz meet and/or decide to take in Ragnar either in TLGF or canon.

Wow--how did you know I've had this thought multiple times? 😮

TLGF-verse--but not sure how much will actually end up being canon 😊 Don't have an exact timeline, but this would be a few months after our current chapter.

Rated VFK for Vizsla Family Chaos (as usual 🤣)

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"Buir, why are we having a family meeting--I wanna play Lothball with with Emi!" Eyra said as Bryn led her children down the hall, with Paz bringing up the rear.

"I promise it will be brief--but it's very important, and your father and I want all of you to be well informed," Bryn answered as she keyed open the door to their apartment.

The twins raced for the couch, followed by Kyri, Ajay, and Nima, who quickly overtook their little sister to get the favored spots.

"Buir, that's not fair!" Kyri complained, angrily pulling off her helmet and throwing it down on the floor. She was overtired and desperately in need of a nap.

"Come sit with me, Ky," Jos said, plopping down on a floor cushion and patting her knees.

Kyri turned and made a face at her older siblings before curling up in her eldest sister's lap, thumb in her mouth.

"So.....what's important?" Jerem asked, once he'd settled on his own cushion.

Bryn sat down on her own cushion next to Paz, and he took his hand in hers.

"Wait a minute--the last time this happened, we found out Kyri was on the way!" Ajay replied.

"We're gonna have another baby?" Evet asked excitedly.

"No, di'kut--Buir can't have more babies!" Nima exclaimed.

"How come?" Eyra asked.

Nima opened her mouth to explain, and Bryn decided she'd best clear up any misconceptions.......quickly.

"I'm not pregnant--but our family will be growing."

"You and Ammon are getting married?" Miri squealed, turning to look at Jos.

"No--now shut up and listen and maybe we'll all find out what's going on!"

Bryn shook her head, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to settle her thoughts against the chaos surrounding her. "This afternoon, while your father and I were gathering information from the Foundlings who arrived today, we made an interesting discovery. One of them, a twelve-year-old boy, is from Clan Vizsla--and he's one of your first cousins."

"Like Grogu?" Kyri asked, then put her thumb back in her mouth, eyelids already drooping as Jos rocked her back and forth.

"Yes. He was your Ba'vodu Lina's youngest--just a toddler when the Purge happened."

"He's been alone all this time?" Nima asked, and Bryn's heart broke, remembering the tiny girl with big brown eyes who'd been without her mother for three weeks when Paz had found her in the halls of the Covert, hidden away while Ajay went searching for food.

No, darling," Bryn replied, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "His father was killed in the Purge, but his mother was alive until a few weeks ago. He's been staying with a neighbor since then."

"But if 'family is more than blood', why is he coming here?" Ajay asked.

"Because he wants to stay with his own Clan," Paz answered.

"Is he gonna sleep in the empty bunk in our room?" Evet asked.

"I'm keeping my top bunk!" Ajay added.

Bryn took another deep breath. "Yes, he wil be taking the empty bunk--but we'll figure out all the details later. Now, are you ready to meet him?"

"Do we have to put our helmets on?" Evet asked.

"Not unless you want to," Bryn assured him. The younger children were still getting used to not having to keep their faces covered, and would occasionally ask about helmets for various circumstances. However, all of them chose to remain without this time.

"Okay, we're ready," Paz said into his comm.

"Sending him over now," Cara replied, and a few moments later, there was a knock at the door.

Paz pushed the button on his vambrace to reveal the soon-to-be newest member of their branch of Clan Vizsla.

"I'm his big sister?" Kyri asked, now wide awake.

"No--you're still the youngest," Ajay told her, rolling his eyes.

"But I wanted a baby brother!" Kyri replied, her words turning into a wail as she dissolved into tears.

"Great," Ragnar, said, watching as Jos carried her little sister into their bedroom.

"She's not always like that--she just needs a nap really bad," Jerem explained, holding out a hand to grasp, giving his cousin a small smile.

Ragnar gave him a similar smile back, and sat down on the cushion next to him--the one Jos had just vacated.

"Everyone, this is Ragnar--as I said earlier, he's twelve. Ragnar, these are our children, minus the two who just left--Joselin, who's eighteen and Kyri, who's three. I would like each of you to introduce yourselves, and tell Ragnar how old you are, starting with Miri," Bryn said.

Once they'd done that, Ragnar tried to recall each of the children's names and ages, instantly retaining some while others he forgot multiple times. However, the six of them--seven when Jos rejoined them--were having a good time, cheering when their soon-to-be brother got one right, and laughing when he purposefully started getting them wrong.

"I think this is gonna work," Paz said softly, giving Bryn's hand a squeeze.

Bryn squeezed back, giving her husband a smile. "So do I."

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When Kyri awoke, Bryn and Paz spoke the adoption vow, making Ragnar an official part of their Clan. They spent the remainder of the afternoon getting the boy settled, and his meager posessions put away. Jerem used his datapad to reconfigure the chore chart, and Miri used hers to readjust the quantities of food they would need to buy to accommodate another growing child.

That night, after they themselves were ready for bed, they made their nightly rounds. Bryn smiled, her heart full, as the dim light from the hall revealed all four boys piled on three mattresses on the floor, with Ragnar snuggled in the middle.

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#the lost get found #paz vizsla x the armorer #ragnar vizsla #all the little chaos gremlins #they're sweet though #may make this the first of my mando mamas oneshots #perfect timing since mother's day is this sunday #thanks for the prompt!

[boliv-jenta]

After Din delivers Grogu to his kind, he has time to focus on the other important person in his life, you.

Din Djarin x f!reader

Smut.🔞 Adult themes. Angst, angst, angst. Descriptions of infertility and death.

It's not as bad as the warnings make it seem. There are happy times for our Mandalorian ahead. I wrote this at the height of my self therapy fan fics, after the end of season 2. I feel the need to let it go now so am posting it. I haven't edited it since I finished it, sorry for any glaring mistakes.😬

Lifetime

The term love making had always seemed odd to you but that's exactly what you and Din did that night. The intimate touch of him grew what you already felt for him.

On the floor of the ship with nothing but his cloak on some discarded clothes protecting your naked flesh from the cold metal floor. The clothes that had been stripped off in a flurry of movement and soft kisses. Once you were bare in front of him Din's movements slowed, he caressed every piece of skin within his reach, like he was studying it with his finger tips. He gently pulled you to the ground with him. His kisses were inexperienced but tender. Just like he would evaluate and adjust to an opponent's fighting style, he quickly picked up on what you felt good to you as he explored your mouth. He kissed you so slowly and throughly, it felt like hours had passed. It was the most incredible torture. Finally, he moved on top of you lining himself up between your legs.

"Are you sure?" he asked breathlessly. You responded by reached down and guiding him into your wet heat. You had always had a thing for Din's voice, at that point you wondered if you could come just from the sound of it. He'd choked something out, low, in Mando'a along with a moan. His forehead dropped against yours as he began to thrust. You knew Din was incredibly patient and methodical but you didn't expect him to be like that in bed. There was no urgency in his thrusts. His hips moved in long, slow circles, filling you up until it was almost too much then nearly withdrawing completely. It allowed you to feel everything. Every inch of his hardness inside you as it touched every spot inside you that you needed him to. The orgasm that washed over you was just as slow and drawn out. It felt like there wasn't a part of your body you didn't feel it in. Digging your fingers into the flesh of his ass you pulled Din deeper. Crying out his name as you convulsed around him triggering his orgasm too. Again low, gruff Mando'a filled you ears, along with your name and "So good. Fuck, why are you so good to me?"

The answer was on the tip of your tongue but you knew if wasn't fair to tell him. Finally, touching each other after all this time was something different. It was a bookmark to a chapter. An ending. Telling him how you feel would be the beginning of something. Something that would probably be impossible to keep. You weren't even sure he want it after he found out the truth.

Days later, once Moff Gideon was safely locked away, you decided it was time to tell Din everything. He was sat in the cockpit. Armour and helmet in place. His back was to you as he plotted a course. You held your breath, not wanting to disturb him until you had to. You wanted to wring every bit of normalcy out the moment before you had to change everything. Eventually, he turned to you, arms reaching up to remove his helmet. Quicker than you thought you could, you stilled his arms. You couldn't take the though of this being the last moment you saw his face. In your mind you replayed the last moment you saw his face. He was smiling at you, a smile that brightened his whole face, his brown eyes seemed to twinkle. You weren't even sure what you had done to make him smile. It never faded even as he put his helmet on to leave the ship.

Lowering his hand he quirked his visor to you, he sat sit, his back straight, waiting intently. Sitting down opposite him you began.

"I have something to tell you. It will be easier if I can't see you. Please." a slight sob broke through you voice. Din didn't say anything he just moved to talk your hands in his. "I didn't mean for this to happen. For us to...get so close. Am sorry..."

"Don't be." he voice was firm but gentle. "If this is it, if this is you leaving then don't be sorry for what happened. I'm not. I always knew that when the kid was finally safe there was a possibility you would leave too. Am just glad of the time we had."

Tears tumbled down your cheeks, leaving dark stains on his brown gloves in you lap. Ever your protector, he was trying to make this easier on you. You weren't sure how to feel about that. After lying to him for so long you didn't feel like you deserved his protection. No, he should be mad at you. You opened up the possibility for this incredible, beautiful thing between you, only to take it away from the both of you. You deserved his hate and bile not kindness and compassion.

Taking in a deep breath you forced the words out. "I have a son." Din didn't say anything he just sat unreadable looking at you. "I did just go along with you to protect the kid. I had to protect my own. I had to know no-one else would come after me. I had to find out why I was taken. Why they chose me to experiment on. Now that am sure I was just collateral damage. I can go home to him, knowing I won't put him in any danger." Din let go of your hands. It's funny, you knew a simple gesture like holding someone's hand could be the most incredible feeling, you haven't give any though as to how letting go of someone's hand could be so incredibly painful. Flicking a few switches on the console before turning his attention to the Navcom Din set a course for your planet. Watching him do it simultaneously broke your heart and pulled it together again. Reality set in, you were finally going home to your boy after months of trying not to think about the time you were missing with him. Telling yourself it was for the greater good. You could hold him again. You would sacrifice anything for him, without question, it didn't mean losing Din hurt any less.

His hands returned to you, this time to your arms, pulling you into his lap. "Can I?" He pointed to his helmet. Like you said you didn't deserve his protection, you didn't deserve to keep that perfect memory unmarred. With a sigh you nodded. He removed it and threw it into the seat you had just left. His cheek glistened with the trail of a tear. One that had escaped from the others gathered in his eyes.

"Am so sorry Din." you were wracked with sobs now. Throwing your arms around his neck you cried into his neck. "Ssshhh. It's ok. I understand. Could I...?" he stopped. Raising you head you looked at him expectantly "...could I meet him?" He shook his head to himself as if to dismiss the thought. "Sorry, am just curious...I...nevermind."

Placing your hand on his cheek you caught his gaze. "No, it's ok. I'd like that. You both...mean so much to me. That would be nice."

The journey to your planet was relatively short. You and Din hardly spoke. The silence wasn't necessarily uncomfortable more like weighted. Like everything that was going unsaid hung in the air. You filled the time by eating, resting, getting cleaned up. The though of saying goodbye to him gnawed at your gut. You even hated the word goodbye. It was so finale and you'd lost too many people. You prefered to say 'see you soon'. He caught on to this early on when he would leave you and the kid. He never asked you about it, instead he would just say the same before leaving.

There was barely a second that you weren't within touching distance of each other. He'd even joined you in the fresher. You helped each other get clean, bathing each other until it was all too much and he had taken you from behind up against the cool metal wall. He lingered inside you long after you were both spent. In that moment you realise why he had never rushed when making love to you. He always knew you were leaving. He wasn't just enjoying each moment, he was capturing it, saving it for when you were gone. You dipped your face into the water to wash the tears away.

As you landed on the planet you were already at the ramp waiting. Din joined you just as it touched the ground. He had managed to land at the edge of your village. Children had gathered to see what the excitement was. Among them you saw a face that you recognized, he was taller, older but it was him. "Tol!" you cried. He ran to you so fast he stumbled up the ramp. You caught him, lifting him in the air. He was so big now but you could still lift him. Holding him tight, you pressed kisses all over his head. "Mama missed you so much, my beautiful one." He squeezed you back just as tight, you swore his grip was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

You were home. You had your world in your arms. You heart ached for all the moments you had missed. For all the things you didn't know about him.

"I missed you too." He said into your shoulder. You felt him raise his head. "Woah, a Mandalorian!" came his impressed little gasp. Maker, you had almost forgotten about Din. Turning to face him you introduced him.

"This is my very good friend Mando." you weren't going to give his real name out without checking with him.

"This is Tol. My beautiful son." you gripped his face lightly as he tried to shrug you off playfully. He hated that called him beautiful but it was true, he was, inside and out. As if to prove your point he dropped down to his feet. Seeing how tall he was next to you stabbed at your heart. Walking over to Din he spoke. "You brought her back!" He wrapped his arms around Din to hug him. "Thank you!"

Din huffed a laugh resting his hand on the boys head "You're welcome." He moved now kneeling to look him in the eye. "But you know what? She was the one that brought me. I had a very important job to do. I had to save a very special baby. Your mother helped me. She was strong and brave. She fought to get back to you as soon as she could. She missed you very much."

Tol turned to you. "Is that true?"

You couldn't even speak, Din was still protecting you, you smiled and nodded. You heard a gasp behind you.

Marisa was behind you. "You're back child!" Her usually pleasant voice was filled with even more joy. "Come, come. It's time for supper. Join us. Tell me what happened. Bring your friend." She glanced toward Din. Neither of you had spoken about what would happen further than him meeting your son and getting you home safe. He began walking towards the house.

"Is that ok with you?" he asked when he reached you. You nodded. Yes, it was ok. Anything that meant he wasn't leaving right away was ok with you. The evening passed quickly. You filled your friends in on what had happened since you had left looking for work. Editing as you went to make the story more palatable. The old, green, frog eating, magic baby was simply a child and anything that could scare Tol was left out. After you had tucked him into bed, your friends told you had good your timing had been.

"We are both feeling our age now." Marisa stated, her husband grunted an agreement. "It has been a pleasure to looks after the children who have needed a home but it's all too much now. The last of the children will be leaving to go to new homes in a few weeks and we will be leaving too. I have a nephew that has asked us to come live with him. We would have kept Tol with us of course. We knew you would make it back to him no matter what." she squeezed your hand. Tears sprang to your eyes.

After everything was tidied up, your hosts retired to bed, you and Din returned his his ship. You'd long lost your bed to a child and ,honestly, while Tol was asleep and safe you didn't want to leave Din just yet. As he closed the ramp you dropped to the floor the events of the day finally draining you. Din moved to sit behind you, leaning you back and taking your weight. You happily sank back into him wrapping his arms around you. "Thank you." you muttered.

"For what?" He asked gently stroking your hair.

"For making this all easier. Seeing Tol, feeling guilty for leaving him for so long. Learning we've lost our home and the closest people we have to family are leaving. It's a lot. If I was dealing with it alone it would have been worse. I owe you answers and you haven't pushed me. Thank you."

He was quiet for a long moment, you leaned into his touch as he carried on stroking your hair.

"It's not much but until you find somewhere, you can always call this place home." his other hand waved vaguely to the ship. "Both of you."

Your heart swelled. All this time you thought that having a child, non magical, human child, would be a deal breaker. Din's job was dangerous, you were grown and could protect yourself but having a child in tow, as he'd experienced already, was difficult. At least Grogu could protect himself, and was content to spend a lot of his time eating and sleeping.

"Both of us?" you echoed.

He kissed you head, you'd been so deep in thought you hadn't noticed the helmet come off. "I know it's not ideal but it could do until we find you somewhere. How about Nevarro?"

You hummed in thought.

"There's a school for Tol, for you if you wanted to go back to teacher or am sure Cara would give you a job. Karga still has contacts to get me work."

Sitting up you whipped your head towards him. "Work for you? You'd...be around?" you didn't want to ask him if you'd be staying on Nevarro with you.

You always imagined that Din expressions were completely unfiltered under that helmet, he'd probably blushed around you before this was the first time you had seen it though.

He shuffled uncomfortably under your gaze. "If you want me to be?"

Laughing you climbed up him and straddled his waist. "Of course I do." you smiled before holding his face in your hands and kissing him. You could feel him grin against you lips.

You headed for Nevarro a few days later. Din had called ahead to make arrangements. After catching up with your friends, Din took you for a walk. Tol was trying out his new school for the afternoon so it was just the two of you. It was nice, just to walk aimlessly enjoying the beautiful day. Well, you thought your walk was aimless. Din however knew differently. When you arrived at you destination at the edge of town he announced it to you. "We're here."

"Where's here?" you asked confused.

"Your home, if you want it."

You were too overwhelmed to speak. Instead you let him guide you inside. It was a little, cosy two bedroom house. Inside was barely furnished. Everything was pretty much open for you too see apart from a cupboard in the hall. You weren't sure why but you opened it. Inside you found a smaller metal cupboard.

"Din?" you called "What's this?" He touched a few buttons on his vembrace and the doors opened.

"I want to make sure Tol is safe while I'm here." he lifted his blaster off and hung it in the small armory.

"So you're planning on being her a lot?" he asked with a smile. His helmet joined his blaster.

"For as long as you will have me." His words when so earnest you let go of the last bit of fear that was holding your heart back.

"I love you." you finally told him. He kissed you so hard and with, so much passion you thought that that was going to be his only reply. Din prefer actions rather than words. He surprised you when he drew back and spoke. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. It means I love you." Din stumbled back into the cupboard from the force you jumped into his arms with. He reflexively grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. They fit snuggly between the bottom of breastplate and the top of his thigh guards. He held you up against the wall, kissing you until your need for each other grew too great. Between you, you managed to undo Din's pants and move your underwear out of the way. He felt amazing, as always, entering you until his armour started to rub against your legs.

"This armour might be sexy as hell but it's not exactly practical." He was clearly not in the mood for jokes. He practically growled at you as he turned you both around. Bracing his back against the wall and slipping his arms under your thighs, he was able to take your whole weight and lift you clear of his armour to thrust into you. Thankfully, for Din's legs at least, this new position had you both coming in minutes. He slid down the wall with you in his lap. You both laughed breathlessly.

"Well that was a lot of firsts." you panted "First time in a cupboard." Din laughed. "First time with your armour on." Din looked uncomfortable. "For me I mean" you follow up as you cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It was stupid, you knew he'd had sex before but you felt a pang of jealousy.

"It might not have been the first time for me but it's never been like that before. Sex has always been more...I don't know...functional? Something that I did if needed a release. It's never meant as much as it has with you. I've never loved anyone like I love you, ever." Before you blushed yourself into oblivion, he added "And it definitely never felt that dank farrik good."

Laughing you kissed him. "Oh yeah?" You murmured against his lips.

"Oh yeah." he answered pulling you closer. You spent the rest of the afternoon showing him what he had been missing.

Days and weeks rolled into months. Tol made friends and settled into his school. You taught and occasionally provided extra muscles for Cara when Din wasn't available. Din had been taking bounties but staying as local as possible. When he came home he would hang up his helmet and armour like anyone else would hang up a hat and coat.

At first you felt spoilt by the opportunity to touch him whenever you liked. To reach out and hold his ungloved hand. To see him smile. You often wondered when the thrill of it would wear off, it never did.

One day in the summer, a couple passing through had some trouble with their land cruiser outside your home. You had been cooking by the window, Din was tidying the yard. He had no trouble fixing the problem and you brought the couple some food and water for the road. It was gratefully accepted, especially by the heavily pregnant woman. It seemed their unborn child was even more grateful as they began to kick as the cruiser moved off. Their father pressed his hand to their mothers stomach smiling broadly. As you watched them leave Din hugged you from behind.

"Maybe that could be us one day." Din kissed your shoulder as he spread his hand over your stomach as if already his touch already protective of your future baby. Breathing in you strank away from his touch. Feeling you tense in his arms Din withdrew them.

"What's wrong?" he asked full of concern.

"Nothing." It was an obvious lie but you didn't want to have that conversation right now. Before Din could press further your son called from inside. As you walked to the door Din stopped you by gripping your arm. The few seconds he held you there felt like an eternity. Eventually he gave you a reassuring squeeze and let you go.

You had rules. You never went to bed angry and gave each other time to work though things. Both you and Din sometimes just needed to think things through before you shared them with each other. All the time you had both spent on your own left you with a few issues with sharing your space, as well as issues with opening up. Knowing how short and cruel life could be you always made sure to focus on the positive in your relationship. Even if you were mad, you would still share a bed. Some times he clarity of laying in the deafening silence of the night, would be enough to put the problem into perspective. Or the intimacy would break down any walls the two have you had built with your own stubbornness.

That night you said goodnight and turned off the light. The moonlight still lit the room dimly. It was you who made the first move. Din was laying on his back his hand flat on the mattress. You weren't sure if he was awake or not. Hesitantly, you moved your hand until it just hovered over his. Before you could decide between lowering it over his or moving it back he caught your hand and held it tightly in his. You weren't ready to talk to him but you weren't ready to be without him. Closing the space between you, you buried your head in his bare chest. His heart thumped in his chest, his skin was cool in the night air as your hand came to rest over his heart. He placed a kiss to your temple, then just next to you eye, then cheek, corner of your lips. At this point you turned to capture his lips. You moved on top of him, straddling his waist to get the leverage to deepen the kiss. As he pulled you down flush to his body your hips slipped down over his. The sudden contact with his hardness made the gasp. Throwing you head back, you gave Din the perfect opportunity to wrap his hand around your throat. He barely applied any pressure, just enough to hold your where he wanted you. Lifting you with his hips, he slipped his pants down. Once his length was free he lifted your night shirt up and entered you in one long thrust, moaning as he did. His free hand grabbed your waist. Each thrust was deep and sharp. He hips snapped up relentlessly, slamming his thick, heavy length deep inside you. You gasped with each thrust, not even able to gather yourself to meet him as he entered you. Not that Din was giving you much chance to. There was something primal about him tonight. He was fucking you like an animal in heat.

"Din. No. Stop!" your voice escalated as you panicked. As soon as he heard 'no' he stopped instantly and released your throat. Pulling yourself up and off of him you ran to the bathroom. He called your name but you couldn't look at him. "Sorry." was all you could manage before you locked the door behind you. You didn't even know where to begin explaining to him so you sat on the floor and sobbed. The dull ache between your legs that you usually thought of as a badge of honour when you and Din were particularly rough with each other betrayed you. There was something cold and violating about it now. You knew neither of you had intentionally done anything wrong but that's exactly how it felt, wrong.

Sex with Din was always varied. Neither of you put on a big show or spent any time talking about what you wanted. When you were together things just developed naturally. Din wasn't always one for talking about his feelings so he would show you. He would make love to you for hours focusing on your pleasure when he wants to show how much you meant to him. We you drove him crazy, either with desire, or just plain crazy, he would fuck you roughly, any where in any way that he could. So him taking control tonight was nothing new but you couldn't get the conversation from earlier out of you mind. Was that what he was trying to tell you tonight? Was he secretly hoping that this time you would get pregnant? You had told him early on that you had a implant but even they weren't always effective. There was a chance that it would fail.

He knocked softly on the door "Cyar'ika? Please. You don't have to tell me everything just...please?"

You shuffled away from the door, letting him open it. "Did I do something wrong? Did...I...hurt you?" his voice cracked.

This made you raise you head to look at him. He looked broken, scared. You couldn't take being the cause of him looking like that. Raising your hand for him to take it you tugged him down to you. "Am sorry." you pulled his head into your chest and kissed his forehead.

By then you'd calmed you sobbing enough to speak. "I can't give you a child." He raised his head opening his mouth to speak. Hushing him you continued "I did want another child, desperately. After Tol was born I was very sick for a long time. The doctors said my illness could make it hard, not impossible, to carry another child to term. When I got better I still wanted to try but his father didn't. He wanted fortune and to make a name for himself. He travelled leaving us alone for months at a time. I stayed at home, longing for another child, feeling guilty every time I cried over what I couldn't have because I was already lucky enough to have one beautiful child. Between his father not being there, my illness, that I was getting older I gave up on the idea. It sounds stupid but I mourned and I grieved for a child that wasn't even real. After his father left us and I found out he had fathered a child with someone. I didn't think I would ever get over that pain. But my mother was sick and I had to look after her and Tol. I had no time for romance. Until I met you I was even sure that was something I wanted again." He smiled. "I certainly didn't think falling in love so completely was possible, I thought that was for young, optimistic people who hadn't seen what happens when love dies. But again you went and surprised me. I thought I'd made peace with the fact that having another child was too risky but..." you began to sob again "...now am sorry I can't give that gift to both of us."

Din sat up pulling you into his arms "You don't have to be sorry for me. You have already given me a family. A son. A wife..."

You tilted your head to look at him. "Din we're not married."

"Not on paper but as far as am concerned we are." he held your face so he could look into your eyes and see that he meant it.

"Plus making a baby isn't the only way to have a child." Why didn't it cross your mind that the man that was a foundling wouldn't care if a child was biologically his or not?

"I don't know what to say.." you sniffed "...I love you, my husband."

You and Din were married that summer. Just a small wedding. The ceremony itself was simple but the celebration after lasted days. People you and Din had helped came from all over to help you celebrate. At the end of the second day you and Din sat together watching your friends enjoy themselves.

"Din!" you exclaimed dropping you cup to the ground. Din's head shot round to where you were looking. "Grogu?" he asked dropping to one knee. The little guy had practically jumped out of the arms of the man accompanying him and ran to Din. Din had visited Grogu at the temple a few times over the last couple of years but this was the first time you had seen them together. Is was crazy to you that the little guy hadn't grown at all. He was more vocal though. Some of his babbling sounded more like words. You weren't surprised when it sounded like he asked for food. Grogu still looked at Din like he was his world. Din still held him with the adoration of a doting father. The rest of the night had an additional magic to it, as Grogu was welcomed back into the fold. Your heart felt full, even when he left again, know he was out there safe, knowing that he knew he was loved by you all.

Din tried not to go too far on his bounties. Preferring to sleep in your arms. If he ever had to stay away for long he would bring you a gift. Usually a flower or something unique to that planet. Local delicacies, beautiful stones that couldn't be formed anywhere else, artwork of incredible views you couldn't get anywhere else.

One spring morning he arrived home a day later than you were expecting. You were worried but still expected to see him walk up the path to you home carrying something for you. You never expected that something to wrapped in a blanket and clinging to Din. As he reached you, your mouth was open ready to ask questions. They all died on your tongue when you saw his face. His brown eyes, always so warm and full of love for you, were bloodshot. His face looked worn.

"I...I couldn't leave her." Was all he could say. Pulling the blanket back you were met with a pair of brown eyes to rival Din's in their richness. Long brown curls tumbled around her face. She couldn't have been more than four years old.

"Hi, little one." you painted a smile on your face as you heart broke inside at the thought of what could have happened to bring her to your door. That night she slept tucked in between you and Din. Occasionally, she would whimper in her sleep until you or Din would soothe her. This went on for a few weeks. She didn't speak. It took a week for her to come to you as freely as she did to Din. Din didn't even get to explain the situation to you for a couple of days because you had to focus on supporting her.

One night, when she was asleep cuddled into you, Din explained in hushed tones that the bounty he had been tracking had given him the slip. When Din caught his again and found him, he was standing over the bodies of her parents. Pressing your head into his chest to muffle the sound, you had let out a sob. Your heart broke for the lost the poor, innocent child had suffered. It ached knowing that Din would forever wonder what would have happened if he hadn't lost track of his bounty.

"She was hidden in a closet." his voice was barely above a whisper. Strained with the emotion of reliving the moment. "She was terrified when I opened the door. She has done so well to stay quiet. Her parents must have told her...." he paused, seemingly suddenly finding the back of your hand in his interesting. You didn't push him. Having heard the story of how his parents had hidden him away to save his life at the cost of their own, you could only imagine how the parallels had cut him deeply. Tears ran down your face as you kissed his cheek tenderly and held his face to yours. "She's lucky you found her."

Slowly coming to, you rolled your shoulders. As your muscles loosened they melted back into Din's solid chest. His arm that was loosely draped over your waist tightened dragging you further back into him. The firm muscles of his thighs shifted under you as his body curled into you his hardening length pressed into the curve of your ass. It had been nearly two months since you'd been this close to Din. Your body reacted even before you were fully awake. Slick gushed to your core, you clit ached for his attention. His breath on your neck, lit up you nerves. "Cyar'ika." He breathed as his lips attached to your neck. "Riduur." Came your gasped reply.

His hand was roughly shoved down the front of your soft sleep wear. He groaned at the wetness. "Din." You sighed head falling back against him as his finger breeched you.

"Din!" You suddenly shouted.

"I'm here. Tell me what you want."

Pushing him off you scrambled out of the bed. "Din. Where is she?"

The realisation hit him, knocking the cloak of sleep from him. Thinking clearly now, he ran to the door throwing a robe on as he went. You had already passed him. As he rushed to you your hand came up to push at his chest. Pressing a finger to you lips you asked for his silence. When you turned your head he followed your line of sight. The girl was sat with Tol, a wide smile on her face as he showed her the little droid he had been making. The ant-like tech came to life. She squealed in delight as it crossed the table to her. It was the first time either of you had heard her laugh. Din had become quite adept at pulling a smile from her. Letting his stoic demeanor drop to pull a funny face or crack a joke. But this was something else, pure, untained by tragedy. Tol laughed alone with her. Up until now he had given her space. He was always so wise beyond his years when it came to the feelings of others. He was almost a young man now, playing with younglings was almost behind him. Almost. He press another button on his panel and wings opened from the droid, it flew up into the air. Hovering and swooping it patterns around the room. Her big brown eyes followed it until she saw you and Din.

"Look!" She said. The single word was like an arrow to your heart. It cut it open, love and pride flowed freely. Din kissed you bare shoulder from behind, holding you close, his warm tears painted your cheek as he held his own there. They played happily for a while until their stomachs audibly growled.

"Hungry, little one?" Din asked her. Expecting her usual nod. He was visibly taken aback when she said spoke again. "Yes."

Taking her hand he lead her to the kitchen, while you spoke with Tol.

"How did you get her to talk?" You held him, pride evident in your voice.

"She just did. She came out, wanted to see what I was doing. I showed her. I told her, we were happy she was here. I asked her did she want me to power it up and she said yes. Like said it, no nodding." He shrugged, never seeing how beautiful he was. Missing that his simple reassurance had helped her.

"That one!" Din's eyes widened as the little girl in his arms pointed to the cereal she wanted. He looked at you with barely contained joy as you enter the room.

Breakfast passed with light conversion. Tol had to take his droid to school. You went with him to help carry everything. Little One,as you had dubbed her. Walked by your side occasionally finding something of interest but never straying too far.

Arriving at the school, a new teacher, one that had stepped in when you dropped everything for your new guest, welcomed you. "And who might you be?" He bent smiling softly. You held your breath waiting for her reaction. The wait constricted your lungs until they burned. Anxiety, gnawed at you. Should you step in, shield her from the pressure? She had been through so much, her own anxieties stealing her voice from her.

"Ima." She supplied for him simply.

"Nice to meet you, Ima." He nodded.

The air rushed back into your lungs, adding to your giddiness.

That night Din's lips were warm on your palm as you cover his mouth, keeping him quiet. "Shhh!"

"But that's amazing! Ima. It's a pretty name." He whispered.

"It is." You weren't sure what language it would have come from but the ones you had seen translated as 'love', 'beautiful flower','whole'. All fitting in your eyes.

Ima's confidence grew. A funny, bold personality emerged. There was never a dull moment between her and Tol in the house. There was also never a private moment. It had been three months since you and Din had been intimate. When Ima had asked could she join Tol on an over night trip with Cara, you had been reluctant. Once they had left and Din had split you open on the kitchen table, it was suddenly hard to feel guilty about letting her go.

The wooden table splintered against the wall as Dim rammed into you from behind. Each thrust was devastatingly deep. The sound of your nails clawing desperately for purchase on the wood, spurred Din on. He wanted to ruin you. To make you feel him. For you flesh to carry the memory of him, just in case you had to go without him again. Pulling you up straight against him his fingers roughly thrummed against your clit. He held you as you convulsed against him. Before pushing you back down, slamming into you faster and faster until his legs gave way at his release.

As they say, the day are long but the years are short when raising children. The stolen moments with each other gave way to stolen moments as a family. The children now had lives of their own. Both of them made you proud. The were both their unashamed authentic selves. They lit up a room when they entered, their kindness and good nature endeared them to all of those around them. They followed their passions. Tol, love mechanics. He eventually took over Peli's business. Ima became an artist, she travelled the galaxy capturing images of the places from her father's tales. He work was very popular in the inner rim. The Mandalorian became an even bigger legend there.

Both of them blessed you with grandchildren. Tol had five. Ima two. Seven in total. Din cried at the birth at each one. One birthday, Tol and Ima presented him with a piece of art. A college of Din's happy tear streaked face beaming at each child in his protective arms. He had laugh, tears welling in his eyes again as he held his children close.

The years were kind to you both, age slowed Din to the point that his work was no longer safe for him but he was still fast enough to chase Ima's children. Their laughter that filled the air grew when Tol moved back moved home with his. Din strength remained. He was strong enough to care for his family, strong enough to protect them, strong enough to express his love for you in every way he knew how.

As the grandchildren grew, life quieted down a little. Din sat in his chair glasses perched on his nose, his large hand cradling a book. His grey hair illuminated by the late summer sun. Years of laughter deepen the lines around his eyes. His skin tone had deepen from being out from under his armour. He looked no less handsome since the day he had revealed his face to you.

"What are you looking at my love?"

"My handsome Mandalorian."

Leaning over he clasped your hand in his. "My beautiful Riduur."

One winter, long after Din had retired his armour. When you had both lived longer and fuller lives than either of you had ever hoped to have. After years filled with immeasurable love and joy. Din fell ill. When the doctors had made him as comfortable as possible, Tol brought you the helmet you had asked for and you laid it on the pillow next to Din's head. "See you soon, Mando." you whispered as he closed his eyes for the finale time. True to your word, it wasn't even a week before you joined him.

Ima tucked her children in and make her weekly trip up to the hills to visit your graves. As she busied herself removing the old flowers and placing new ones, shining up the Beskar helmet a top of Din Djarin's grave. A streak of light crossed the sky. Tilting her head up she watched the sky for a moment. She was taken by surprise when a single X-wing landed at the bottom of the hills. Even more surprisingly, she was instantly filled with a calming feeling. If she wasn't scared she should have been at least wary, curious, shocked. She wasn't even startled when a R2 unit and a strange, small green creature appeared over the creast of the hill. He asked her a question but it took a second for her to realise how he had asked it because he's mouth didn't move. "Who were they to you?" it had asked.

"My parents." she replied.

This time is actually spoke out loud."They were mine once too."

Tol appear, out of breath, next to her. "Grogu." he smiled.

The creature, Grogu, smiled back raising his tiny hand and waving it in the air. Before them you and Din appear. Transparent and glowing. You looked much younger than either of them ever remembered but looking no less in love than you had been after a life time together.

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