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offworldvisitorno5791 · 2 years

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The Phoenix Chapter 14 - Resurrection (Final) Age 18+ Content

Three years have passed since that fateful day at the dunes. For my safety, as soon as I regained consciousness, New Republic Intelligence agents removed me from Solista. Their sources revealed the TIE fighters were there to finish what the stranger, Marc Risner, and Demetri Loken could not. Orders were given to level the entire eastern section of Veya, not just the compound and the academy but the entire thing; schools, market, homes, all of it. There was indeed a faction charged with killing former Alliance officers, especially pilots. Since we were no longer in active service, they hoped to snuff us out quietly before anyone connected the events. It remains unclear why they wanted me so badly they were willing to risk exposing their operations rather than move on to the next mark. I either killed someone important or they feared any news of a resurgence would draw me back into service.

Without being able to interview Din, everything regarding his involvement is theoretical. It’s believed the pilots were caught off guard by the Razor Crest coming back to Veya. It’s unknown why he was returning or if he survived. Theory continues he engaged the TIEs to keep them from the city and sent the distress signal in hopes the New Republic and Mandalorians would arrive before he fell. Certainly sounds like the man I know......or knew.

Apparently still on the top of the hit list, a permanent plan for my protection for formulated. At first, I refused but a few weeks later, after careful consideration, I agreed and the wheels were set in motion.

The New Republic issued notices throughout all spaceports. Captain Astrid “Bash” Lightner succumbed to injuries sustained during her battle against enemy combatants in the sand dunes of Solista. Yeah, I’m dead. My name was changed and I never returned to my home world. Bert maintains the compound in Veya to keep up appearances, going back occasionally to show his face. He ensured Rozier inherited the flight academy and the last time he was there, it’s thriving under the new name “The Astrid “Bash” Lightner Aeronautical Institute.” She’s such a sweetheart. I miss her dearly but at least she’s safe.

I had one request, the Republic had to hold a public service for me on Veya and put it in the spaceport death announcements. At the service, Republic officials were on hand looking for Din, who we hoped would surface, but he didn’t, putting one more checkmark in death column. I can’t say how many times I’ve cried thinking about him. After three years, I should have given up but I don’t. Someone out there knows what happened to him.

Even under my new name, it wasn’t safe to open a new flight school and I’m not good for much else so I rejoined the New Republic. I formed a special task force assigned with seeking out those faction members, thwarting attacks on former Alliance members, and squashing any potential uprising. I’m pleased to report, it’s gone well. We’ve managed to round up dozens of those assholes.

One thing we discovered is their primary means of operational funding is beskar. Bars and bars of it have been recovered. I convinced the higher ups that it should all come to the vault here for safe keeping and should be returned to the rightful owners as soon as they could be located but the Mandalorians are elusive. I sent word to everyone working for the New Republic if a Mandalorian is spotted, to give them our contact information; that the Republic was looking for a specific Mandalorian for a job; it would be lucrative and paid in beskar. I thought they were all interconnected but they’re not. After Mandalore was destroyed, they splintered off into groups and clans. Some who contacted us didn’t know Din Djarin at all. To say the least, it’s frustrating.

We were contacted two weeks ago and informed a Mandalorian, wearing a full suit of beskar, had been spotted in Mos Eisley. I’ve hit so many dead ends, I don’t allow myself to get hopeful. It could just be someone who has their own beskar armor or maybe inherited Din’s after his death, I just don’t know.

Our contacts in Mos Eisley found the Mandalorian and I am expecting his arrival today. If it’s not Din, maybe this is the end of the road and I have to accept that, after three years, he’s dead.

There is a tap on my office door. “Commander, the bounty hunter you requested is here.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant, please bring him up.” I feel a flustering nausea in my gut. This is the moment I find out. I’ve searched for so long but now I’m afraid to know and my hands tremble.

The door opens and there stands a Mandalorian. I don’t need to hear his voice. I don’t need to see his face. His body and posture alone, without a doubt, belong to Din Djarin. Trying to withholding the flood of emotions, I feel the blood leave my face. “Lieutenant, leave us and lock the door on your way out.”

The lieutenant takes notice. “Ma’am, are you feeling okay? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine, please leave us now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He’s silent.

I walk to him. “Din.”

Looking down to my nametag reading “Maj. “Scorch” Borskey”. “Astrid…you’re…...I don’t…”

“Din.” The tears come uncontrolled. “I’ve searched for you all this time.”

He pulls off the helmet to reveal he’s also moved. “You were dead…... I went to Solista for your service.”

“I had people there looking for you.”

“Well, I went to Solista but couldn’t go through it. Instead, I went to the dunes and sat at the crash site for hours, grieving the loss of you.”

“They were still trying to kill me. I had no choice but to leave.”

He pulls out a tattered, dirty, and partially charred folded blue note. “I found this while there. Do you want it back?”

Taking it from his hand and pressing it to my chest, I sigh. “You’ve carried it all this time.”

“I have.”

I want to touch him but I’ve been dead all these years. “Did you find someone to be your constant?”

“No. I’ve been alone. You?”

“Of course not. I’ve been waiting for a dashing tin can to sweep me off my feet. Turns out, they are in short supply.”

“Astrid, may I touch you?”

“Please, my love, before I fall to pieces.”

He gently strokes my cheek, allowing my tears to absorb into his glove before placing his hands on my waist to pull me close. He looks at me just as lovingly as the day he left me. Moving a hand to my face, he leans in, kissing me softly and we fold into one another. Enjoying his strong arms, I remember there’s something I must do before we get carried away.

I reluctantly back away, giving him two swift kisses. “Hold that thought.” Opening the door, I call back out to the lieutenant and whisper to her.

I explain to Din, “She’s going to get Bert. You’re going to want to sit down.”

“Why? Did something happen to Bert?”

He continues to stand.

“No, Bert is fine. I had him wait down the hall until I could confirm we found you.”

We hear a commotion coming from the hallway. Bert comes in and I kneel down, smiling and opening my arms. “There he is!” The accompanying child wobbles on little, unsteady knees. Din stands still, quiet as I take the boy into my arms to carry him over.

“Din Djarin, love of my life, would you like to meet your son?”

Din’s knees give way and he falls to the floor. I kneel by his side as tears now stream down his face.

I set the boy down, place my hand on Dins’s shoulder and laugh, “I told you to sit down.”

“This is my son?” He stares at a boy with light brown skin, dark hair and deep brown eyes. “He’s mine?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Hey there, kiddo.” The boy reaches out to touch Din’s shiny chest plate. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

“Now you see why I had to be dead.”

“He…...he looks just like me.”

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Can I hold him? What’s his name?”

“Arlo.”

“Arlo, you wanna come here? Can I pick you up?”

Din stands, removing his gloves and Arlo sweetly extends his arms upward. Din scoops him up and his head is almost immediately met with the hard strike of a wooden toy.

“Yeah, you’re going to hit me? You got that from your mom. What has she been teaching you?”

He sits in my desk chair with our beautiful child in his arms, just taking it all in. It’s touching to watch Din’s gentleness as he examines the result of our love affair. Arlo yawns and rubs his eyes.

Bert steps in. “It’s good to see you again, my friend. I’m going to take the little one home for a nap. You’ll be able to see him later if you’d like.”

“Yes, please. Thank you, Bert.”

Still in shock, he follows them to the door and watches Bert and Arlo walk down the hallway.

“Astrid. I...I can’t believe this.”

“I know it’s a lot take in."

"I'm sorry I wasn't here to be with you, to help you with him."

"You didn't know. So look, we actually have a quarry for you. You won’t have any trouble with it but before we discuss it, there’s something else I’d like you to do for me.”

“Name it. Anything. I would walk through fire if you so wished it", he says kissing my neck.

I smile. “I want to request something from you. It’s one I’ve asked before, at the dunes, and it’s okay if you say no.”

He smirks as if he’s read my mind, his breath becomes heavy. “Go ahead, mesh’la, ask it....please ask it."

“I want another child.”

He reaches over, closing and locking the door. “I see. Well, Commander….ma’am, I think I can grant that request.”

“Din....here....?”

He issues no reply. I gasp as he unzips my flight suit down to my stomach and kisses my collarbone while unfastening his trousers. My body has starved for him.

“Oh my god, Din. I need you.”

I jump up, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to the conference table, setting me on the edge, and removes my boots. We kiss passionately, discovering that lovers’ hearts once thought dead, burned with eternal flame. Tears stream as we are swept away in the moment. I run my fingers through his slightly longer, curlier locks of hair. In his eyes, I watch suffering dissolve into hope. No longer will he be alone.

I scoot from the table. He finishes unzipping my flight suit, pushing it from my shoulders, and allowing it to fall to the floor. Bending me over the table, I quickly reach over, grabbing my jacket from the chair to muffle myself as he hooks his index finger underneath the back of my thong, sliding it to the side, exposing me. My jacket can’t silence my vocalized pleasure as he lashes my pussy with an eager tongue.

He stands, grasping his cock and pushes it inside, holding it in, collecting and calming himself.

Beginning to pump himself into me, he breathes heavily. “You feel so good. I’m not going to last.”

His trusts become fast, intense, and hard. He grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me toward him so he can kiss and bite my neck as he continues making love to me. He doesn’t attempt to be discreet.

He tilts his head back and yells, “Fuck, give it to me! I want it all!”

The girthy friction stretches and pulls me. “Oh Din. Yes, please, harder. Daddy, fucking harder!”

He snorts and huffs like a bull while driving deep into me. Fucking him again in his armor is driving me crazy. I forget to be quiet and I’m screaming his name, moaning hard. I arch my back and begin moving in rhythm with him, pushing myself back on him.

He pulls me down to the floor and gets on top. Moving his large, strong hands to my face, he kisses me with all his passion, tears......everything. We’re eye to eye as his dick enters me again. He pushes my knees up to my head for full penetration. “Oh god Din!”, I cry out.

He moans loudly as he pushes deep inside and comes. “Oh yes ma’am! Fuck! I love you!”

Feeling the throbbing of his cock inside me as he grunts and strains. I pull him into a tight embrace, hoping this isn’t a dream. "Is this real. You're really here, right?"

"I am here, mesh'la. I made it back to you."

We're sweating and out of breath, lying on the short, rough carpet of my office. I touch my nose tip to his as I notice the time. “Oh my goodness, I’ve got to get you started so you can get this job done today.”

“Today? The information provided said this job would take about three days. Who is the point of contact?”

“Ah, yes. See, I’m the POC and we’re paying so much in beskar, it would be highly suspicious to the higher ups if you left with so much for only one day of work.”

I walk him over to the vault in my office, opening it to show him the many dozens of beskar bars.

“How? How did you find all of this?"

“It’s a long story but it’s all yours to take back to the Mandalorians. Distribute it how you see fit. When you’re done, I thought you could come back and stay......indefinitely. Din, I have a beautiful villa. It could be just the three of us.”

“Astrid, I’ll never let you disappear from life again.”

“Well, step one is not calling me Astrid. It’s Amiliana Borskey now.”

He chuckles, recognizing the name from the first night we met. “Ah, your Highness.”

“I hoped if you ever heard it, it would peak your curiosity enough to seek me. I go by Ana.” I look at the clock again, “We will go downstairs, I have a speeder bike and tracking fob waiting for you.”

I get dressed, my flight suit is wrinkled and my hair is disheveled. The front of his trousers is noticeably damp. We kiss once more before he puts on the helmet.

As we enter the hallway, junior officers scramble to act like they were in the hallway for any good reason, trying to look busy, or as if just passing by.

“Evening ma’am,” a female lieutenant says. Her head down but eyes looking up, trying not to smile.

“Good evening L.T.”

The others, with their backs against the wall, grant me passage. “Good evening ma’am.”

Din laughs at the sight.

I laugh and look at Din, “It’s funny to see me like this, huh? Man, they are going to gossip about this shit forrrrrrever.”

Passing by, I turn back to them and shout, “Hey!” They jump. “If I get one single call about anything you may or may not have heard in that office, your faces are all burned into my memory. Got it?”

They reply in unison, “Yes, ma’am!”

“And quit smiling. This is a respectable place. Get the hell outta here!”, I snap.

And with that, they giggle and disperse, tripping over themselves.

We get downstairs and I hand Din the tracking fob, already blinking fast.

He remarks, “Something’s wrong with this thing,” and holds it up trying to figure it out, banging it on the side of his hand.

“Hmm, weird. You know, Din, there is only one here but the sunset on this planet is breathtaking. No dunes, just beautiful grassy meadows.”

“Astr.....I’m sorry.....Ana, is there a bounty puck to go along with this?”

“No, my love, but you won’t need one.”

I take his hand, pulling it to my chest, and clasp it with both of my hands. The fob blinks so rapidly, it’s almost solid red. I giggle, playfully slapping the side of his helmet and start a full sprint to the front door toward the speeders yelling, “You’re it, tin can!”

He stands momentarily stunned.........then shouting, “NO! You’re not funny!”, he bursts into laughter as he starts after me.

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amorevolousfaith · 2 years

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Chapter 28: The Bonding (+18)

Pairing: Din (Mando) Djarin X Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Cannon violence, decapitation, adult language, mentions of kidnapping, Proselytism, Chaotic energy, lots of sexual tension, smut, sexism, consumption of alcohol, talks of polyamory, talks of drugging, fucked traditions, allusions to smut.

Warnings 2.0: pollination-drugging, Dub-con, dirty talking, hair pulling, spanking, spiting, squirting. breeding kink, manhandling, slight degrading, Oral (female receiving), Overstimulation, Unprotected penetration (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!!)

Summary: You and the Mandalorian have a complicated history and your future just seems to get more complicated as you go along. No thanks to the strange alien baby you both ended up co-parenting.

Taglist: @ranger-treaty

I breathe slowly as my mother pushes at the feathered shawl over my shoulders, Her eyes scanning my body, a proud gleam shining in them as she looks over every tattoo. The new one still bold and fresh in my skin, inked into the side of my shoulder is the head of a Mudhorn, the Djarin sigil to be specific.

“I’ve already married the man, why do I feel so nervous?” I huff playing with my Mythosour pendant, the cool metal gives me comfort while I wear the ceremonial outfit. Which is nothing more than underwear, a triangle cut bra top, and a feathered shaw. The look exposes all the tattoos and scars that litter my body, exposing every battle and every triumph “Perhaps because this one is more formal?” My mother hums pushing back a stray hair that has fallen from one of the many braids.

“We are ready!” My father calls through the door, I felt my soul leave my body for a second, it all seems so unrealistic. Nevertheless my mother ushers me to the door where my father waits, night has fallen and torches light the way to the tree line of the jungle. My father presses a hand to my bare back and pushes me along. I black out somewhere from the walk to the ceremony, to right before Din spots me. The man in question never fails to baffle me with his ridiculous helmet donned looks. He too is barely dressed, a pair of tight under garments and a cape of groomed Mudhorn pelt. His scars that adorn his body replace the tattoos he would have if he had been raised here, even so there is still ink etched into skin for all to see.

I see the man go rigid at the sight of me, whether it was because I’m half naked, the fact that we are to be married, or he’s spotted the new tattoo adorning my shoulder I do not know. My father stops at the entrance of the aisle made by the people attending, all of them stand and watch as I walk to Din. I held my head high and met Din at the end of the small path, at the meeting Din’s hands find mine. The chief then starts his speech, outdated beliefs of carrying one bloodline and such, things me and Din don’t particularly care for.

It isn’t until he announces the bonding do I come back down from the stars, the red powder sits on a tile. I glance to Din and squeeze his hand, Din nods firmly allowing the chief to go ahead and blow the powder between the two of us. I gasp only to inhale it deeper, I hear Din wheeze, since he had turned the filters to his hamlet off the power must have flooded up inside his little dome. Din and I are both in a slight daze as we are then ushered along, the closest people pushing us along to a secluded hut that is only used for these kinds of rituals.

I felt it first, the heat that burns my skin like the coals of fire, only hiss when I’m pushed inside the dimly lit hut. Candles being the only thing lighting it given that the hut is rather far from the village for privacy purposes. “Fóc.” I hiss feeling the feathers of my shawl scratch as my skin, I rip it off without hesitation tossing it away like it’s damned me. Din grunts pushing off his thick pelt, I watch him turn to look at the single room as I try not to let my body turn to fire.

“Din?” I call breathlessly, His helmet snaps over to me, “Blindfold or helmet?” I question yanking at one of the thinner woven blankets, a harsh rip rings through the air as I take a single long strip of it. Din doesn’t answer, only goes back to observing the room. “Din!” I snap hurriedly, “Pick one! We won’t be able to think straight for too much longer!” I hiss feeling the heat plaguing my skin seep deeper to my core. “Neither.” He finally answers and it takes a second to process his answer, when it finally registers I snap my head to him so fast I think I heard it pop.

Din walks the room putting out every candle he comes across until the room sinks into darkness, I can barely see the dark shadow of Din moving before hearing the hiss of his helmet. “Come here Cyare.” He orders, the strip of fabric I have in my hand drops at how deep his voice is. The normal flush of heat I feel when hearing his voice is nothing compared to the burning pulse I feel now. My feet buckle but I force myself to stay up and back up to where the bed is. “That’s not what I asked cyare.” He growls, his shadow prowling closer, something primal in the air has me shaking. Even if I know it’s Din, his faceless shadow and deep voice makes him out to be anyone but Din.

“Don’t run from me, Don’t you ever run from me.” He snarls coming closer, my knees hit the back of the bed as I try to move away. I fall back onto the bed and my heart leaps when Din surges forward, taking the opportunity to go in for the kill. I exhale sharply feeling him loom over me, his skin burning just like how mine feels. A whimper escapes my lips when I feel his hand trace up from my hip, running across my ribs and breasts, before coming to my throat. “You should remember how running from me ended the first dozen times Cyare. And now that you're mine there won’t be a world in this galaxy you can use to hide from me.” He all but purrs, pressing his nose to my cheek.

“Why would I run? Why would I run when I want nothing more than to alline myself to you? Lips to lips, scars to scars, pulse to pulse, Dathúil.” I coo, sliding my hands up to cup his jaw. Aweing quietly to myself as I feel the hair along his jawline. I feel a sound vibrate through Din’s chest but it never makes it to the air as his lips press flush against mine. I felt like the world lit up upon feeling his lips, slightly chapped but plush and forceful in the kiss. A moan stumbles from my lips before I would even have a chance to stop it, even in our drunk haze for touch on the ship he didn’t kiss me, but feeling it now makes me feel like it was a terribly missed opportunity.

“You should have kissed me before,” I hissed against his lips before pressing them back against him, only to gasp when Din’s teeth dig into my lower lip, “Should have, definitely should have.” He groans after letting my lip slip from his teeth. One hand pulls away from his jaw to knot itself into his curly hair, I pull his head back to expose his throat and Din lets me. I feel his chest rumble when I rake my teeth over his throat, but his hand squeezes mine to remind me of my place.

I let out a gasp when Din’s hands suddenly jerk away from my body to snatch up my hands, he then forces them up above our heads and presses them into the bed. “We are one together, mesh’la.” He whispers pressing his lips to mine, “We are one when parted.” He continues trailing his lips down to my throat. “We will share all.” He hums against the valley of my breasts as his hands slip from mine but slowly trail down my body with him, “We will raise warriors.” He promises as he kiss the top of my stomach.

The heat in my core flares to life, “Please?” I whisper to him, Din chuckles and only sinks deeper off the bed until he kneels on the floor. I let him toss my legs over his shoulders, The heat in my gut aching just knowing he’s so close to where I need him most. “Dathúil, please.” I whine arching up into him, only to squeal when his hands push me down forcefully. “You will take me when I say Cyare, how are you supposed to take my warriors if all you’ll do is cry when I split you open?” He scoffs, my eyes go wide at his words. I know he’s big, I’ve felt him, but him knowing of such a thing sent hot thrills through my body.

Din doesn’t wait for a response, only pushes two finders into me, his fingers gliding in with little force. I keen loudly finally feeling something fill the aching hole inside of me, “Fóc Dathúil.” I whine pushing my hips into his fingers as he works them slowly. “Easy Cyare. Don’t take too much.” He warns, I jump when I feel and hear him spit down at me. My hands fly from above my head to his thick head of hair. “Dathúil!” I screech, he responds by pushing both fingers into the soft spot along my walls. I throw my head back at the feeling, the heat swelling there is finally being prompted to flush.

A cry rips from my throat upon feeling a wet pressure against my clit, I can only assume it's his tongue. My legs shift urging him hurry up but his one free hand comes down on my bare thigh, forcing a squeal out of me. Hurried hisses and hums slip from my lips as he continues to push against my soft walls and rake his tongue over my clit. It doesn’t take long for the heat in my gut to flush out, a cry ripping from my throat as I come, eyes flashing white while my head is consumed into nothing. Din’s hand clamps down on my hips when they arch up, forcing them to remain on the bed and nowhere else.

My brain is still foggy when Din removes himself from between my shaking legs, the heat that consumes my body still raging on. “Not enough Dathúil, Anás tú , not enough.” I beg as tears blur my vision. It almost hurts when Din’s scorching body touches mine, “I have you Cyare, I have you.” He growls lowly, I feel him push me further up the bed before flipping me over. Whining loudly I try to turn back over, “Lay down and lay still.” He snaps bringing his hand back down on my skin. “Have to—Have to make you come.” I wheeze out through the fire lit haze. “All I need is this.” He sneers, cupping my heat with the palm of his hand, it pulls a breathless moan out of me before I try to grind my hips down onto it.

“Turn over,” He demands, this time I listen and push my body over to my stomach. I feel Din shuffle before he’s looming over me again. His cock resting against my ass with arms caging me at my shoulders and legs straddled over mine. I grip the pelts under us tightly feeling the head of his cock press against my opening, “Relax for me. I don’t want to force myself in, but I will.” He warns in a deep growl. I swallow hard and force myself to give into the heat consuming my body, only making the ache worse.

I feel Din’s first push, I feel the soundless pop my cunt makes as I take the tip of his cock. Both of us letting go of deep chested groans, then a flush of heat took me by storm. Din curses feeling me tighten around just the head of his cock, I bury my head into the pillows and pelts as I squeal loudly, cuming just from him pushing in. Even with the haze of coming undone I feel Din’s hand knot in my hair before pulling my head back. “Did you just come?” He snarls, tears well up in my eyes, “Yes.” I whisper breathlessly. I grunt when Din shoves my head back forward, only ever to scream when he shoves the rest of himself inside me. The sensation burning and causing another wave of euphoria to rip through me, this time, this time there's a gush.

My legs shake and I’m too far gone to register the slew of Mando’a that rips from Din’s throat. I only come back down when I feel the harsh thrust of Din’s hips, the sensation of his burning cock dragging along walls is otherworldly yet at the same time the only thing anchoring me down to this bed. “Come on Mesh’la, you got so wet for me. Once more, need you to come one more time. Once more and I’ll fuck my warriors into you.” He whispers in rambles, I preen at his words, a sense of odd pride swelling in my chest at the thought of him promising me his children.

I lift my hips and the angle is just right that his cock strikes that soft spot inside me, the feeling makes me buckle and fall back against the bed. Din however felt it too and he isn’t going to let me ignore it. Din leans his weight onto one hand before using his other to slip under me and lift my body just enough to allow him that angle. I screech and claw at the pelts below me, the constant push against that spot makes my vision blurry in the darkness, the raging heat in my gut flares, and it continues to flare even as the burning sensation starts to hurt in ways that aren’t fun. “Din! Please!” I sob out, Din groans at the sound of his name. Forcing his hips to work faster, harder, at the sounds of my pleds. It’s just what I need, just what I need to finally come undone.

My vision goes black and my hearing goes out, no longer seeing shadows of the place around us or hearing the harsh slapping of skin on skin. But I come back around, Din's frantic thrusts pushing so far deep I didn’t even know possible. “Take me (y/n), fuck! Take me so your belly will swell!” He growls, pressing his entire body down on me as he thrusts, “Make your belly swell with my warriors.” He snarls so deep I feel the vibrations against my back. He doesn’t make me wait long, it three more thrusts before he’s pressing himself flush against me and thrusting as deep as he can reach as he lets go. I whine feeling the hot flush of his cum, feeling it sink deep and coating everything it touches.

Din breathes heavily over the top of me, his forehead pressed against between my shoulder blades as I try to keep my eyes open. “Love you.” I whisper lucidly, “Love you too.” He murmurs against my skin. That's all I hear before everything evenly coats black.

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bereft-of-frogs · 3 years

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Who are your top 5 mcu characters and top 5 star wars characters? I guess is may change sometimes, but for now. :)

oh goodness. this is an excellent question. I think it probably will change, especially for Star Wars as I continue my rereading of the old book series stuff, digging back in and what-not; but also for both as new things are released. (I’m now like ‘omg the whole of the Wandavision crew needs way more consideration for this top 5 list than I ever thought I’d give them what’.) Sorry it’s taken a couple days! This was hard.

Putting it under a cut for length:

MCU:

1. Sam Wilson. This was really hard to choose between all of Team Cap because I love them all equally, but out of the three Winter Soldier crew, I love Sam the best. ‘...if you eat that sort of thing’ ‘So do you like cats?’ ‘I hate you’ #iconic

2. Loki & Thor. Okay here’s where I cheat a little, because I couldn’t choose one and not the other.

3. Valkyrie. I just love her. (Debated putting Hela here instead, because I also love Hela in a similar but opposite way, if that makes sense?)

4. Nick Fury. Fine in Avengers, loved him after Winter Soldier, loved him even more after Captain Marvel stripped down his cool exterior and revealed him to be a bit of a dork who liked cats and was willing to help with the dishes. I hope we get to see more of him.

5. Wanda. Oh my God, Wandavision just came out of nowhere with the Wanda feels, didn’t it? I will say I was lukewarm-neutral on her, and then Wandavision recontextualized so much of her story and made me feel so much about her.

Honorable Mentions: all of the Guardians of the Galaxy because I couldn’t just pick one; Captain Marvel herself came close to getting Fury’s spot (’I have nothing to prove to you’ sobs); Vision was another surprise ‘oh no where did these feelings come from’ character post-Wandavision, (same with Darcy wth happened); Jimmy Woo should get his own series I will sign the petition

Star Wars:

1. Mace Windu. Okay this is an deep abiding love. How could I not love him when I was 10? The man had a purple lightsaber. (Purple was my favorite color, that was pretty much the extent of my character analysis back then.) This has only been confirmed as an adult by all of Shatterpoint. This is officially a Mace Windu appreciation blog.

2. Obi-Wan Kenobi. How can you not?

3. Qui-Gon Jinn. I left the fandom for like 20 years and came back and apparently he’s ~~problematic~~ and yes I will finally admit it, this is the character I’ve been vague-ing about the AO3 tags being a cesspool. He’s just such an interesting character...and that has apparently translated to ‘he’s the worst’ which okay thanks for letting me know I won’t like your fic but...man, the ‘Qui-Gon was literally the worst’ is suddenly everywhere and I’m confused. (again ‘suddenly’ I haven’t been super active in this fandom in a while, it might not have been sudden. Not quite 20 years but it’s been a while and I never noticed back then, idk if it’s a new development or just the product of me trying to sift through AO3 instead of relying on recs...anyway that’s my #confession for the day)

4. Cassian Andor. Okay partially for superficial reasons because Diego Luna is distractingly pretty. But I also love the more serious take on the rebel who knows that he has to get his hands dirty for the cause. He and Jyn’s embrace on the beach at the end is honestly one of my favorite Star Wars moments.

5. Din Djarin. He’s just a man trying to get an education for his son and know as little as possible about the plot of Star Wars, who accidentally ends up winning in battle the rulership of a planet he’s never seen. Poor man. He’s just doing his best. I can’t wait for next season.

Honorable Mentions: K-2SO was hilarious and the rest of the Rogue One crew should technically share the spot with Cassian but Diego Luna is just so pretty; the nanny/assassin droid that Taika Waititi played in The Mandalorian because I always surprise myself by crying when he sacrifices himself in the last episode; literally every female character because my list, like James Luceno, impressively does not pass the Bechdel Test (oof I’m aware, I get it, but I had to narrow this down to 5, and I’m sorry); special mention to Bo-Katan even though I’ve only seen two episodes with her in them (I didn’t, and honestly probably won’t, watch The Clone Wars) but also I might just have a crush on Katee Sackhoff...

Narrowing these down to 5 was super hard, this was quite the challenge, and I only cheated a little there, thank you anon. Sorry it’s taken me a couple days! This was hard! XD And I’m sure it will be updated as things progress with the Marvel series coming out. Also I just got a PS4 and Jedi Fallen Order from my brother in the mail, yes I did have him ship his old PS4 across a closed international border so I could play Fallen Order (and also nothing else is giving me serotonin any more and the internet suggests trying something novel to get the serotonin molecules boogieing, so let’s see if my video game redemption arc is a go).

#Anonymous #lol samuel l jackson appears on this list twice #before anyone chimes in i am aware that the clone wars is like the cornerstone of the modern fandom and i have tried #i just....cannot get into it #i managed one season before i was like...can't keep going #i'm sorry if it makes you feel better it's stressing me out too #there are characters i want to write about but i'm like...wait apparently they have an arc in tcw? and i lose like an hour to the wiki XD #anyway this was a very short list and there are many many more character that i love #this was hard #but!#thank you for asking!#my askbox is always open! <3

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Behind the Beskar

Genre: Romance, Angst

Pairing: Din Djarin/Reader

Cross-posted on AO3

Behind the Beskar

You’d just joined the Guild and this was your first job.

You were living on borrowed money in a seedy little flat in the one of the worst neighbourhood of Nevarro. You had to pay the rent (not cheap), the electricity (cheaper), the running water (hot water was included, thank hot lava planet), the speeder repairs, the monthly salary to your elderly parents’ maid who helped them through old age, a system away from you.

You used to lend your accountancy skills to Governors from outer regions, help them manage their bases and finances. Now, with the Empire fallen, you struggled to make ends meet. The Rebel alliance had centralized every financial operation, scattered the old consolidation team and you were made redundant at the young age of twenty-seven.

Every accountant and financial controller working under the Empire had been found guilty of financial fraud and theft by the Rebels right after the Battle of Endor, so you had hastily embarked on a ship to leave the Core Worlds and never return.

In Nevarro, nobody cared about where you came from, or what you did for a living, as long as you had credits, and the wits to keep them with you at all times when on trips to the cantina. You were able to sustain the lifestyle for a month, but one day you woke up feeling so cold that you thought your toes would fall off your feet, stomach rumbling loudly, and you decided that enough was enough.

You went straight back to the cantina, barely paying attention to your surroundings. You were intent on paying off this debt. Everything went smoothly enough, considering that it was obvious that the man from the Guild expected you to die on your first mission, and you could only agree with him, but fuck, this was a ride-or-die situation. Nobody wanted to hire a former Empire accountant. Things would have been different, were you a trooper or a starfighter pilot, because people always needed those skills. But you had spent the last five years forgetting both honesty and the Full Disclosure principle, so that did not go well in your CV. Fuck the Empire and their margin-reducing Death Stars.

You chose the best-paying job, not out of talent, but out of necessity. You returned home, burying yourself under the woollen covers, puck in one hand and the city’s last year financial records printed out on yellowed paper in the other. You stifled a yawn, looking lazily at the pages.

Something was wrong here with the numbers, and you bet it had everything to do with your new bounty.

The Guild guy had explained that somebody stole something from somewhere in the city, which was not great intel, but this somebody had a contact inside the townhall, which was intel. As soon as the theft had been discovered, the contact had disappeared from the surface of the planet, but rumour had it that he was just low-profile for the moment. He was said to carry three blasters with him at all time and use two akimbo.

Sure, you didn’t have the weapons or the military background other people in the Guild had; but you had your wits and an eye for spotting anomalies in figures. Years of camouflaging fraud had taught you how to spot one very quickly – and yes! Here it was, the gap between income and cash flow. Somebody here was getting some hidden cash from the city’s council as there was no way they could still buy Empire stock with simple credit coins or chips after the fall of the Empire.

Financial records were a mine of information if you knew what to look for. You compared the statements – yes, a new building had also been bought at the beginning of the standard year, roughly at the same time as the strange disappearance of Mr. Bounty. And you happened to know where this building was. You lived in it. No wonder the rent was so high!

You emerged from the covers satisfied with your studies. But you had yet to devise a plan to eject the tenant under your feet while not crashing your own little flat. Maybe you could try from the sewers under? You could pretend to take out the bin tonight and –

Crack!

The bedroom door flew out of its hinges in a cloud of black smoke. Coughing loudly, eyes closed, you plunged to the floor, cursing your bad luck. How could your neighbour possibly know that you’d chosen his puck? You crawled under the bed while the smoke dissipated, hugging the puck and the soundproof bag containing the fob. The fob! – it was pulsing red, but no more than before. How odd, you thought, that someone would give me a faulty fob that doesn’t work even though the bounty’s boots are three inches from my face.

Heavy brown boots did in fact stood just before your eyes. You pressed a hand to your mouth, feeling sweat running down your back.

The boots shuffled on the dusty floor. You held your breath. Suddenly the bed above you disappeared, then came crashing down on the window. The room became dark, the mattress hiding the morning sunlight.

You lifted your face, head buzzing with panic. And then you saw him. You couldn’t miss him, really. The tall Mandalorian in a battered armour and shiny helmet. He towered over you, and despite you lying on the floor and having a very distorted perspective, you could tell that he was huge.

Fob glowing an angry red in one hand, and a blaster pointed at you in the other, he was a dangerous man. Before your eyes, around his calves, were enormous bullets that could only fit the rifle strapped in his back. You could tell he was a true fighter by the state of his chest plate: old, the paint wearing off, bullet cavities marring the surface. Something was not right, you decided, observing his strong shoulders. You read in his stance that he was an adept at hand combat. Hand, mid-range blaster and heavy sniper rifle. He looked down at you. One gloved hand was stained with blaster residue. The other glove was clean – or at least as clean as orange could be on a rocky planet.

“I can bring you in warm –“

“Wait!” you cried out. “You are not the bounty I’m looking for.”

This man obviously used only one blaster, not two. You could almost see the cogs turn in his brain when you saw his T-shaped visor gazing at the general direction of your own fob.

“Who are you?” His voice was raspy.

“I’m a bounty hunter,” you replied, your voice shaking a little. Admittedly, you hadn’t done a lot of bounty hunting yet but it did sound better than accountant.

He didn’t answer but you heard a small huff of static.

“I believe the bounty is the tenant living one floor under me,” you said hesitantly.

Immediately, he turned on his heels and ran out the room, leaving you aghast. You heard his surprisingly soft footsteps going down the stairs and the sound of a door being blasted off.

You sat down, heart pounding in your chest. Wow. Chances were that you’d never be able to live here again. Better flee now than miss the chance of escaping the kriffin building. You grabbed your ID, clean underwear, a big brown cloak, a bottle of water and the implant. You put on the combat boots one deputy statutory auditor had gifted to you before being murdered by the one and only Lord Vader, and set off to the stairs.

You put your foot on the first step timidly. Bang. The unmistakeable sound of blaster fire. Smoke rose in the air as it became acrid and hard to breathe.

That’s when you panicked. You turned around and ran towards the window, pushing aside the lumpy mattress and curling your fingers into a punch. Then you hit the glass as hard as you could. It came down crashing down, shards falling everywhere. You held your breath. You jumped.

You landed. You landed bad, and it hurt. Oh, kriff. You’d fortunately landed on your feet but lost your balance and your right ankle ached a little. It would probably swell up in the next couple of minutes but for the moment you needed to get out of here pretty fast.

Your stuff had fallen off your bag when you’d landed in the dirt-filled back alley. You quickly gathered your clothes, put the dust bag over your shoulder and half walked, half ran to the freeport, wincing at every step you took.

The buildings were blurry, and you could only see the shadows of the people you passed by. Was it a concussion? You ran a hand through your hair, half expecting to see blood, but you only gathered dust on your fingers. The pain in your ankle had risen during your walk, and by the time you were on the main road you were limping pitifully.

You reached the cantina for the second time in one day. This was both the point of no-return and the place where everything had begun. There were tears in your eyes, tears for this city that you’d have to leave so suddenly after grinding so hard. You were never happy here, you never made it and you struggled till the very end. On your left you saw the stand where an old man sold coarse fabrics; you’d purchased a few to repair your own clothes in the direst times. You recognized the woman brushing her hair through the top window of that one dirty, dusty building: she’d helped you find a place to sleep on your first day here.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. Shivering, you turned around. The Mandalorian was standing just behind you. You looked at him through your tears, understanding the hurry in his stance. He didn’t say anything, but you grabbed your bag and followed his long strides in the darker alleys to the space port.

Your ankle hurt but you kept running. You kept your head low, not wanting to be recognized by another Guild member. This was your first bounty, and you’d already colluded with a fellow hunter. You weren’t so sure if this was legal or not, and you were not eager to find out.

In any case, the closer to the space port you were, the better it was for your skin. You needed to lie low for a while; people here noticed blaster shots easily and you didn’t want your name to be linked with a bounty.

Your throat was burning from volcanic dust and pain flared in your ankle at every step, but you carried on. Everything was still blurry but you could see the Mandalorian keeping a steady pace a few steps before you. He never turned away to make sure you were still following, but you guessed he could hear your laboured breathing from where he was.

Now the next steps were: finding a ship that left soon, not do anything for a moment, then… Now was not the time to think about a potential “then”.

His ship was a military cargo ship, made to carry soldiers in remote outposts during the war. It was battered from battle and dusty from whatever planet it had been to before. You hesitated for a second.

“Is this where we part ways?” you asked, your voice wavering.

“Do you need transport out of here?” The Mandalorian asked gruffly.

When it became clear to him that you did, he ushered you inside and rushed to close the ramp.

You stopped to look around. That was when you realized that the Mandalorian was carrying a big black body bag on his shoulder, and he was heaving a little from the weight.

He threw the body on the ground then retrieved a pair of handcuffs from somewhere inside the metal wall. Intrigued, you looked closer. There was a strange system of metal chains suspended from the top of the wall that ended in two hooks. You understood their purpose when Mando attached the hooks to the handcuffs and pulled a lever, raising the body to eye level.

The bounty was a middle-aged human man, black haired, smartly dressed for Nevarro. His head was hanging, lip split open, and a nasty bruise was spreading on his right eyelid.

“Dead?” You murmured, a little frightened.

“No,” the Mandalorian answered. “Get back.”

You scrambled back to the end of the ship, clutching your tightly. Sharp lighting reflecting on the beskar helmet, the Mandalorian looked very in the small hull of this ship.

His movements precise, he clicked a few buttons on the control panel and suddenly the body was frozen in carbonite.

You let out the breath you just realized you had been holding. You shivered a little.

“Better get used to it,” the Mandalorian said, making his way to the cockpit.

You followed him quietly, strapping yourself in the passenger seat when he told you to. You closed your eyes as you felt the engines roar and the ship soar into the grey sky, the heavy clouds, then the blackness of the galaxy. You were afraid, but there was also a strange feeling of excitement coursing through your veins. The Nevarro days were behind you.

You woke up, feeling blindly around you. Judging by the absence of light in the ship, it was still the middle of the night on Scarif. Also judging by the soreness of your muscles, you’d only managed to sleep for a couple of hours before the clamp soup you’d swallowed with abandon the evening before had reached your bladder.

Leaving the (relative) comfort of your covers, you got up, reaching towards the nearest wall to support yourself. Tiptoeing around, you tried to make as little sound as possible. You stifled a yawn, almost lost your balance, and cursed loudly. So much for quietness.

After half a dozen more yawns, another string of curses and a bruised toe (you’d unfortunately collided with what felt like an enormous durasteel wall plate) you found your way to the ‘fresher. You relieved yourself and washed your hands – they looked so thin; you really could use some more food – then stepped out of the unit.

That was when you heard it.

A very male groan followed by heaving breathing that did nothing to cover the distinctive sound of flesh on flesh.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

You’d forgotten to shut off the ‘fresher light. It was a flickering old light that made your face look like it had been out of the sun for two decades, but it was enough to show you that the enormous durasteel wall plate you’d stumbled into was in fact a thigh guard. And said thigh guard was still attached to its wearer but was not protecting anything except Mando’s ankles.

He was holding himself in one hand, helmet still on. You stuttered:

“Wow. Errm, I mean – I’m sorry.”

Not waiting for an answer, you took a step backward, closed your eyes and made a hasty retreat.

You lay in the cot, waiting to fall back asleep. You’d felt so tired just seconds before and now sleep was eluding you. The image was seared in your brain.

It had been long since you’d had a good fuck. You’d been building up so much financial stress that you hadn’t even found your release by yourself in months. You guessed it was all backfiring now. Remembering the sinful sounds Mando had made, you felt a heat coiling deep inside you.

You risked a hand between your legs. Okay, you had a problem there. You were wet. Not just damp. You were soaking through your underwear. You brought your fingers to you nose; they had the definite smell of sex.

Would you be able to finally pleasure yourself on a stranger’s ship far away from Nevarro?

You wanted it so badly. You were burning up, pressing your thighs together to relieve the pressure. But the thing was, the owner of this spaceship had lent you his cot. People did not get off in other people’s bed, that was your implicit rule of hospitality. Especially not when you knew you’d make a mess with how wet you were.

Just a touch, you decided. A quick rub of your lady parts would not do wrong, right? You leaned backwards until your back was pressed against the metal wall and you slid a hand under your sleep pants, circling the tender area with the tip of your fingers.

You still saw Mando under your closed eyes. You tried to focus on your past adventures but Mando’s helmet kept coming back until it was him you imagined riding on your small bed back in Nevarro, making the erotic sounds you’d heard tonight. You let out an unvoluntary moan. You couldn’t stop now, you felt your whole body tingling and burning, you began to see stars, white stars, everything was brighter –

Your eyes flew open at the brightly lit torch brandished towards your face from the end of the cot. Fuck fuck fuck. In your haste to flee, you’d forgotten to close down the hatch and now Mando himself was standing still, looking directly at you, the torch in his left hand.

He was not moving but you swore he looked amused. You wanted to crawl in a hole and die, and at the same time you felt incredibly wanton and powerful with your legs spread apart and the glow you knew was on your face.

“I heard my name,” Mando whispered.

His voice was hoarse and heavy, and you felt your insides clench at the sound.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. The air between you was thick.

“Don’t be,” he replied. Then he looked at you, looking like he was debating something internally. “May I?”

The pronounced static of his breathing, the expectant posture – you felt your head buzzing at the implication. It meant one thing.

“Yes.” Your voice was breathy, but you didn’t care.

The two of you were too big for the bunk, especially since Mando still had his full armour on, but you didn’t mind the way his body pressed against yours in all pleasant ways.

“Let me,” he groaned, once he was fully inside the bunk, …

You stilled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. Slowly, so slowly, he placed his right hand in your inner thigh, fingers hovering over the soft skin. Every place he touched you, you burned.

You reached to grasp the helmet but he caught your hand, staring hard into your eyes. You resolved to closing your eyes and slide your hand under the fabric of his shirt, smiling when you caressed the warmth underneath.

So there were taut muscles and soft skin behind the shiny beskar.

You’d lost your way in the numbers and figures, it seemed, in the cold facts of mathematics and the harsh reality of financial fraud. All those years alone had not been easy and you’d forgotten what it was like to be held by a soulful touch. You could almost cry. The night was tender and warm and you felt like melting into Mando while he melted into you, two lives meeting in the corner of the universe, on a planet graced by tragedies and hope alike.

There was no undressing for him. He’d made it clear that the helmet would stay on, and neither of you bothered to remove the rest of his clothes. He sighed deeply when you bit the fingers of his gloves and removed them with your teeth, revealing two hands that looked and felt sun-kissed.

You lazily removed your sleep clothes, keeping your eyes fixed on the helmet, and it felt like your gaze was locked with his even though you couldn’t see behind the black visor. You threw your underwear in a bundle, the fire in your body urging you to feel him ever closer. The plates of metal poked into your skin, cold and unforgiving but you couldn’t care less. If this was the price to pay to keep him close, then you’d willingly pay it.

The rush of the cocktail of hormones felt like drugs in your foggy brain. You were in the middle of draping your left leg over his waist when all movement slowed and stopped. Time was suspended; only the heavy static behind the beskar helmet and your own wrecked breath cut the silence and the electricity buzz of the landed spaceship.

He looked like he wanted to kiss you. You knew you wanted to press your mouth against his and taste his lips. But you knew it couldn’t happen. He knew it too. There was a shimmer of hope, then it died down as your leg finished its graceful arch in the air and you settled yourself over him, hot and heavy under your hips.

You felt the desire in your veins, and there was raw longing in the way he murmured your name over and over again while he buried himself inside you.

Maybe the last few years had been harsh and loveless for you, but it seemed that Mando had decided to make it all up on his own. Why you would at last find true passion in the hands of a seasoned bounty hunter, you didn’t know. You couldn’t contain your wanton moaning, lost in the haze of the moment. If he was as fierce in battle as he was in his love - and it looked like he was -, then you would not be able to fight back if he demanded your heart. You would gladly surrender right there, right now…

You felt the sweat gathering on your face. There was urgency in your movements, and you felt your own muscles tightening deliciously.

Cyar’ika, cyar’ika, cyar’ika…

Mando whispered the words into your shoulders as you felt his body tense under yours.

You couldn’t understand them, yet you couldn’t miss the depth of their meaning. You pressed a thousand kisses on his helmet, cradling him in your arms, rocking quicker as you readied yourself for him to shatter and explode into your embrace. Cyar’ika, cyar’ika…

You couldn’t understand these words, but I could.

You and I were chatting amiably in the cantina of some random planet he happened to have a bounty on. I could tell that the flush on your face was caused by both the cocktail swirling in your glass and the feelings you so obviously had towards the beskar-clad warrior.

Maybe it was the need for female company. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system. Maybe you thought you found a friend in me. But you poured your heart out to me, maybe hoping I would somehow understand your feelings and encourage you to act on them.

I didn’t tell you that I last travelled with the Mandalorian of your story a little more than six months ago. I couldn’t bring myself to it.

You didn’t understand the pet names he gave you, but I did, because he’d called me this way too.

I’d done everything you did.

I’d met the Mandalorian a different way, him looking for a doctor for a festered wound that did not heal. His desperate sighs when I applied bacta patches beneath the armour had compelled me to stay on his ship.

I’d laughed and cried and moaned on the Crest just like you. I’d been under crossfire more than once, I’d tended to his wounds, I’d made the calculations to jump to hyperspace while he was asleep, tired from a day of bounty-hunting and a night of love-making.

We’d spent hours discovering each other’s bodies while the Crest floated somewhere between the stars. I’d seen the heavens, shuddering beneath him, breathy sighs saturating the air. I’d waited for him to come back every day, touching myself on the pilot’s seat and wishing for the comfort of his strong arms.

But life on the Razor Crest was too lonely for me. After a while, I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I needed company, friends to share a meal with. I missed evenings with my family, cooking together our trademark roast chicken recipe inherited from my maternal grandmother. I missed the silly games we played with my little cousins; our faces distorted in grimaces as we imitated HoloNet celebrities. I also missed my friends’ laughs, my first crush’s hazel eyes, my best friend’s freckled face. My home planet was only a short hyperspace drive from here, yet it felt like I was worlds and worlds away.

Behind the shiny beskar and the hard muscles, I could only see a lifetime of worry and loneliness. How in the galaxy could I ever belong there, in that tin can in the middle of nothingness? I needed the warmth of the sun, the smell of the earth and the promise of a happy life.

So I’d left before I could fall in love and get hurt. I gave him back the pendant you now wore between your breasts. I’d tried to ignore the way his shoulders hunched as I packed my bag. I left without looking back, my chin held high, half hoping he’d notice the tears on my face and beg me to come back.

You looked happy; he deserved you. You picked up your watch and I read the surprise on your face. “Already? I have to go, he’s picking me up here and we leave in a half-hour.” You packed your bags hurriedly, the flush lingering on your cheeks and I smiled at your apologies for leaving so soon. You thanked me profusely for my quiet companionship.

Then I heard it clearly. The velvety voice from my memories, the deep “Let’s go”, the clanking of the armour. It seemed that my body had not forgotten either and I felt myself uncomfortably pressing my thighs together. The memories started to flood my mind because I remembered everything and now I realized how much I missed –

How happy I –

How passionate he –

But this was a path I’d chosen not to take.

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