#i just want him to call me cyar'ika

[softlyspector]

love your work doll 💕

have a request if you haven't already done this but

Din x pregnant!reader ?? 👀

Protective streak + Din Djarin x pregnant!reader

a/n: im not sure if this is what you wanted anon but this is what my brain came up with.

The twin suns are blazing in the sky when the ramp of the ship descends and Peli Motto's hangar comes into view.

You have both hands pressed against the small of your back, trying to relieve some of the tension on your spine. You arch your back into the pressure and then sigh, raising one hand to Peli with a smile.

"Well, well, well, looks like you two have been busy!" She says.

You laugh and start down the ramp towards her, the pit droids chittering as they approach. Before you can get a word out, a blaster shot rings out, hitting the sand near the approaching droids.

"Hey!" Peli calls indignantly, stomping forward. "How many times do I gotta tell you not to shoot at my droids, Mando?"

The indignant cut of her voice reminds you of the first time you'd met her. "You can stop telling me as soon as they leave my ship and my wife alone," the irritated voice of your riduur returns.

Din had become rather protective, after he found out you were pregnant.

It's only a tad stifling, since he'd always trusted you before to be able to take care of yourself and hold your own. These days he hovers around you anxiously. He doesn't let you do anything for yourself, treats you like a precious rare glass that could shatter at any moment. You're starting to feel useless.

He fusses at you over everything, especially how much you should move.

If it were up to Din he'd probably have you on permanent bedrest.

You roll your eyes when he stops next to you, blaster still in hand, Grogu nestled in his opposite elbow.

"Your wife looks like she's about to tear you apart so I wouldn't worry about my droids," Peli says, cackling and waving the droids behind her as she marches back inside. "I'm charging you extra for that blaster shot!"

Din turns his head slowly to look at you, the angle of his head marking his confusion. "What did I do?"

You don't answer him. "Gimme," you hold out your hands for Grogu. "We have supplies to get."

He hesitates. "You shouldn't carry-,"

You huff and start down the ramp but he easily catches up to you. You walk through Peli's workshop and out into the street on the other side. "You haven't been around many pregnant people, have you?" You grouse as you march down the street. "You can stay here, I know my way around."

You've been on Tatooine more times than you can count. There were supplies you needed while you're docked there, mainly a couple of medical remedies for the pain you've been having in your back and supplements.

"Not - No, I haven't," he holsters the blaster and puts his free hand to the small of your back. His touch is light, but concerned. "Cyar'ika-,"

"I'm not fragile," you say as you cup your hands below your swollen belly to attempt some relief, moving as quickly as you can, only trying to put distance between you and Din a little. Your voice sounds irritated to your own ears but you don't bother correcting it. "I'm still me. I'm still capable."

Your voice cracks just a little. You don't like feeling helpless and despite your words, you do feel every bit that. You feel heavy and slow, parts of you that you didn't know could hurt, ache. You're only a little past the midway point and you aren't sure how to get through the rest of it. Especially not if Din is going to make you feel weak.

Though you can hold your own, you aren't a warrior and you aren't trained and that'll always worry him.

He says your name and gently pulls you to a stop. "I know."

You wait but he doesn't continue, the suns reflecting off his helm blinding you just a little. "Okay," you snap. "So what's the problem?"

It takes him a moment to answer. He shifts his weight from one leg to the other. "You aren't fragile," he repeats. "I know. But you feel easy to lose. I don't know how to help with this." His voice is low, only for you to hear. "You're right. I don't know what I should do."

You tilt your head, and wish you were alone so you could see his face. Everything he feels is always written over his features. He doesn't know how to hide it and you never want him to.

"Oh," you say.

He doesn't know what his place is supposed to be. In everything he does, he's confident, he knows his role. He's a warrior, a protector. He was trained for that. And since this is something he can't fight, he's defaulted to protecting you.

You step back beside him and loop your arm through his. His shoulders relax a fraction when you pat his bicep. "Okay. We'll talk about it later. Will you help me get a few things?"

His helmet dips in a nod.

When you work your way back to Peli's an hour later, you're sweating and uncomfortable. Din helps you settle in to a chair, hovering nervously around you. He'd done that at the market too, angled himself around you, warded away any attention that settled on you, kept a firm hand on you and the child. "I'm okay," you say now. "Just tired."

He reluctantly hands you Grogu when you hold yours arms out for him. Your child coos up at you, pressing a tiny hand against your cheek.

Din sits across from you, the sounds of crashing parts, beeping droids, and the chitter of Jawas echoing from the loading bay.

He doesn't say anything, but the visor is trained intently on you, like he's waiting for a lesson, instructions on what he's supposed to do.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," you say. When Din just nods at you, you smile and press one hand over the child's ear. "You're doing a good job. Most of this just isn't something you can help with."

He still doesn't say anything, reclining in his seat instead, considering.

You wait, stroking Grogu's ears.

"I'm doing something wrong," he says eventually. "Or you wouldn't be upset."

You smile and stand, circling to plop yourself in his lap. It's not particularly comfortable, considering the beskar, but you don't mind. "True. Stop doing everything for me."

"Stop-?"

"It makes me feel weak, and I don't like that. Just...wait for me to ask for help. I will ask you, you know I will." You press your free hand to the cowl around his neck.

One arm winds around your waist to support your back, while his other hand rests on the crest of your belly. "You are not weak, riduur" he says, quietly. "You are anything but that."

"Then you have to trust me," you say. "To tell you what I need."

He huffs, "Sometimes you don't, mesh'la. You're stubborn."

"That makes two of us," you laugh, tugging on the material beneath your fingers. "All you have to do is ask me."

You turn and check that Peli is still occupied outside, before you lift the lip of the helmet and press your mouth to his. "Yes," he says, his voice hoarse and unmodulated.

You swipe your thumb over his lips before replacing the helmet. "And stop shooting at innocent droids."

"No," he answers. "I can't do that."

You laugh. "You know," you move your hand to rest on his that still lies against your belly. "My back hurts all the time."

"I know," he rubs your spine, his fingers soothing a pleasant pressure against your back. "I can help you with that?"

You hum and close your eyes to the feeling, his fingers circling a knot against your spine with more confidence. "You won't lose me, you know," you tell him carefully.

"Yes," he says, with a determination that's not rooted in your assurance but in his ability to keep you safe. You might have convinced him to let you do things on your own, but there was no breaking the protective streak.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mandalorian x reader

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika

Dark!Din Djarin x Jedi!Female Reader

Warnings: corruption arc, murder, death of minor character (i don't wanna spoil it but I wanna make sure no one is caught off guard. it's axe woves), possessive behavior, loss and anxiety, light smut, mentions of being intimate

Word Count: 7,842

Summary: Din Djarin is a man who lost everything. His home, his son, his Creed. But at the end of the day, he still had you. He still had you, and he was determined to keep you.

[a/n: if dark fics aren't your forte, don't worry this isn't super dark. well, not as dark as i originally planned to go. more psychological horror than physical]

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"i denied death for you. and i'd die for you again. kill for you. i'd tear the stars down from the heavens to fashion you a crown. you are my heart. my queen. i'd do anything and everything you ask me."

-Jay Kristoff

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Looking back, you had no chance of not falling in love with Din Djarin. Even despite having plenty of reasons not to. You were on the run from the Empire, trying to keep a padawan safe from them. He was hired to collect said padawan as a bounty. He was a Mandalorian. You were a Jedi. Needless to say, the odds had been stacked against you both, but falling for him was the simplest thing in all the worlds.

You had a lot of reason not to, sure, but you also had no chance in avoiding it. Not with the way he put you and Grogu above everything else⏤ even himself. Not with the way he balanced trusting you to hold your own in a fight versus protecting you when you were overwhelmed. Not with the way his hand would softly brush against you as if he wanted so badly to touch you but thought himself unworthy. Not with the way his hoarse voice whispered your name in the softest concern and care.

Never before had you put any belief in the concept of soulmates, it seemed silly, but after meeting Din you weren’t so sure. The two of you seemed made to fit one another. Complement. Make the other stronger, better. The way you both understood one another, the care and love that came so easily… It was as if you loved him in another life. Like the two of you were destined to find one another in every lifetime. Made of the same stardust and shaped by the galaxy itself.

You loved Din Djarin. You loved him so damn much, and it made watching him crumble that much harder.

“Din.” You mumbled. Boba had swooped back to pick the lot of you up after the successful rescue mission. Though calling it successful seemed…bittersweet. Grogu was safe, but Grogu was gone. You wandered closer to where Din sat in a chair. He had isolated himself the moment you all boarded the ship. He was slumped over, elbows on his knees, and head hanging down. You knelt down by his side and squeezed his arm. “Hey. I wanted to check on you.” Din nodded, but stayed silent. His helmet stayed facing down, away from you, and it broke your heart to see him so devastated. “Tell me what you need, baby. I can stay or I can give you some space.”

Again, Din did not respond, but he turned his arm just enough to grasp you by the hand. You gave it a slight squeeze and just stayed there. For the rest of the flight neither of you moved. You knew Din felt like he couldn't complain. Grogu was safe with Skywalker, set to train and harness his gifts. Softly, you reassured him that whatever he was feeling was alright. He stayed silent.

Boba and Fennec’s goal was to reach Tatooine so you and Din tagged along. It wasn’t far. You all got there in a matter of hours and when you parted ways, Boba encouraged you or Din to call him if anything was ever needed. It didn’t take long for you to get a room at an inn. 

That night in bed you held Din close. The room had been darkened so even if you did open your eyes all you could see was his silhouette. He loved you with soft touches and thankful whispers, and when the both of you were spent and exhausted Din collapsed into you. Typically, he liked being the big spoon. Din loved wrapping his body around yours, all encompassing, as if he needed to protect you even in sleep. However, tonight, Din clung to your side⏤ an arm draped over your waist as he laid his head on your bare chest. You held him close, raking a hand through his hair tenderly.

The room was filled with quiet breaths, and when Din spoke his voice was so hushed that you nearly missed it.

“Don’t leave me, cyar'ika.” He seemed to beg. “I can’t lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You said firmly. Holding onto him tighter. You continued to whisper promises of staying by his side long after he fell asleep.

Din wanted to find the covert. That was what he told you he needed. You had no qualms with that. You wanted to do whatever you had to in order to help him find some semblance of normal. Coruscant was not one of your favorite places in the galaxy, but you’d walk through hell as long as Din was by your side. As you followed him, his eyes tracking signs and clues you couldn’t see, your own gaze continued to drift to the saber hanging from Din’s belt. His newest acquisition.

Ages ago, when it had been time to build your own lightsaber, the kyber crystal you chose had really chosen you. Everybody had certain strengths, even within the Force, and yours was reading energies. Your kyber crystal seemed to sing to you. The energy it gave was warmth. It was protective. It was loyal. Building your lightsaber had been a time honored tradition you treasured. Having it hang from your hip was something you did not take lightly. It gave you strength.

The energy coming from the darksaber felt…wrong. It was hard to put into words. It was muted to you, as if trying to hide, but still the darksaber seemed to weep a negative energy into the air itself. You didn’t like it, but you had no significant reasoning why other than ‘it feels bad’.

When the two of you reached the covert, Din was adamant about you coming in with him. Even when you told him you thought it was a bad idea, he still tangled his hand in yours and dragged you in. Just as you thought the other two Mandalorians there were unhappy with seeing you. In part because of the lightsaber on your hip, but more so because you were not their kind. You were not Mandalorian. Auretii. That’s what the Armorer called you. An outsider. It wasn’t inaccurate. 

The interaction started bad and only got worse.

Paz Vizsla challenged Din for the darksaber, a man you knew that Din considered to be a brother even despite rough disagreements in the past, and watching Din use the saber sent a chill down your spine. It was too heavy in his hands, and with every swing the blade was more difficult for Din to use. You could see it in his stride. You didn’t know how to explain it⏤ it was always difficult to explain the way an energy felt to you⏤ but the saber was fighting. It was annoyed.

Din won the battle.

“Din Djarin, have you ever removed your helmet?” The silence that followed the question broke your heart. “Have you ever removed your helmet?” You felt useless watching Din endure this pain. It was the same watching Skywalker carry Grogu away. You were a witness to his suffering. “By Creed, you must vow.”

“I have.”

“Then, you are a Mandalorian no more.”

The walk back into the depths of Coruscant was silent and painful. You slipped your hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I’m here. I’m not leaving. You will not lose me. Din returned the squeeze, but the pain was radiating off him in palpable waves. A feeling washed over you and your eyes darted to Din’s hip where the saber rested. Smug. It felt smug. 

The two of you walked into the covert as Mandalorian and Jedi, but left as Apostate and Aruetti.

You had the opinion that Din never got to properly mourn the loss of the Razor Crest. With everything going on at the time, it seemed like the least of the problems you both had. However, it's loss was felt now. Even in the short time you spent with Din and Grogu, the ship had become a place of comfort. For Din, the Crest had been all he had for so long⏤ it was his home. It held all his belongings and in a singular second it was all gone.

That aching wound was constantly festering, but when the two of you were forced to ride in public ships to get from world to world you could tell it stung Din the most. That’s how you’d have to get off Coruscant, but a small victory came in the form of a message from Peli. 

“Din, you’re not gonna believe this.” You grinned as he returned from whatever errand he had to do. “Peli has a possible Razor Crest replacement. She just messaged me. If we can just get to⏤”

“No.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but Din took you by the hand and began to travel the opposite way of the small inn you were staying in. “What?”

“I found a ship. Here. Already purchased it.”

Surprise washed over you. “Wait.” You tried to get him to stop and look at you, but Din seemed like a man on a mission. “You bought it already? Without even asking me?”

“It was my credits.”

The words stung. It was so dismissive. Nothing like the way Din usually spoke to you. He always discussed big decisions with you, just as you did with him. The two of you were a team. Through and through. Din seemed to sense your displeasure and his steps faltered.

“Cyar'ika, ni ceta.” Din murmured. You recognized the apology. He turned and settled a hand on the side of your face. “I…I don’t know what came over me. I suppose I was just excited.”

“It’s…” You lifted a hand to cup the one tenderly caressing your cheek. Din had just lost his Creed. The cornerstone of his existence. Of course, he’d be short. You’d be more worried if he wasn’t showing signs of being upset. You gave him a tight lipped smile. “No, I’m sorry. Are you alright? How do you feel?” Din didn’t respond. “Baby?”

He shook his head, his voice quiet. “I’m just ready to be off world.”

“I understand.” You gave him a smile. “Show us our new home then.”

Din let out a small chuckle and you took that as a victory. He led you to a yard of ships and pointed out a black ship with burgundy accents. It was nothing special. It wasn’t the Razor Crest. However, it had enough space for the both of you.

“This is nice.” You explored the cargo hold. 

“It’ll do.” Din countered.

You jumped when you heard the ramp closing and as Din passed you to get to the cockpit, he set his hand on your lower back to take you with him. As you settled in the passenger seat, you watched as Din familiarized himself with the control panel. When the ship reached the atmosphere, you leaned forward.

“Hey, maybe we should go see Peli anyways. Say hello.” You suggested. “She can look the ship over and tell us if we need anything…” Peli would just rip you off, but she was a familiar face. Boba and Fennec were on Tatooine as well. You thought Din could use more than just you. A reminder that he had more in his life than he thought. “Din?”

“No.” Din replied. He placed in a set of coordinates and you recognized them to be Nevarro. Well, maybe that would work. Karga was there. Cara too. Last you heard, Mayfeld was kicking around the newest establishment. The ship slipped into hyperspace and Din held a hand out to you. When you took it he yanked you toward him and you fell onto his lap. “We’re needed in Nevarro. Karga.”

He said it as if the name was enough. Before you could ask for further clarification, Din was tossing his gloves aside. He hit a button that shaded the windows, dimming the room till it was nearly impossible to see then he whispered to close your eyes. It was natural for you to do just as he asked. His hands grasped at your hips, pulling you down to grind against your core, and a pair of lips began to leave open mouth kisses along your neck.

“Cyar'ika…” Din breathed as he wrestled your shirt off you. Rough and desperate. Yanking your breast band off with it. The moment you were bare to the chilly air of the cockpit, Din’s hot mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, teeth grazing sensitive skin, and you moaned. Din pulled away and you already missed his mouth. “Need you. Need all of you.”

Din loved you with rough hands and frantic begging. When the two of you were spent, breathless and sweaty, you slumped against his body. Din trailed his hands up and down your spine as if he couldn’t fathom not touching you.

“I can’t lose you.” He murmured in your ear. “Not you, cyar'ika.”

“You won’t.” You reassured him. “You won’t lose me.”

The reason Din stopped in Nevarro, stopped to see Karga, was for bounty pucks. You had never seen him take so many at once and he said less than ten words to the High Magistrate of Nevarro before dragging you back to the ship. 

A distraction. You convinced yourself. It was just a distraction. 

Din needed something to keep his mind busy and what better than bounty hunting? As long as you were there to keep an eye on him, make sure he’s cared for, then everything would be alright. It might take time, but it would be okay. That’s what you told yourself. Over and over and over. You wondered if the reassurance was more for your benefit. 

The first couple of bounties went normal, but slowly things began to feel…different. Wrong. The quarries Din brought in were more often cold than warm these days. He seemed to be favoring the darksaber as well. It had gone from a weapon used as a last resort to one of his regulars. Din got better with the weapon after every quarry, and the saber’s energy felt like it was singing. As wrong as it all felt, Din seemed himself still. In fact, he almost seemed closer to his normal self. The aching sadness and mourning wasn’t so present. 

“Din?” You called out from where you sat at the small table. Rather than staying on the new ship, the two of you had rented a room at a local inn. It put you closer to where the current quarry was hiding. “You in the mood for something specific? For dinner, I mean?” Din had stepped into the bathroom to clean up and still had yet to come out. “Baby?”

Concern began to take root, but the door opened and you felt it slip away only to be replaced by shock. A stranger in familiar armor stood in the doorway. Din. Din was helmetless. You quickly shut your eyes with a curse. Heavy footfalls crossed the room to stand in front of you and you felt Din’s warm hands on your cheeks.

“Cyar'ika, look at me.”

“Din, what are you doing?” You gasped. It had been nearly two months since the covert, but even then he kept his helmet on. Never took it off. You didn’t understand what had suddenly changed now so suddenly. “I⏤”

“I want you to see me.”

“But⏤ But, why now?”

Din’s thumbs were tracing your cheek and he wouldn’t answer your question. He murmured again for you to open your eyes and you hesitantly peeked through your lashes. Din stood towering above you. From where you sat, you had to look up to admire his features. His appearance was never important to you. You fell in love with the soul inside that armor. Din always swore you’d see his face one day, but the context would be different. He’d whisper about a future together as you both laid tangled in bed. 

He was handsome. Strong features, pretty dark brown eyes, scruff along his jaw. And his hair, you were finally able to see the dark slightly loose curls that you’d run your fingers through. You slowly stood and lifted a hand to trace his features.

“Am… Am I okay?” Din asked. 

The phrasing of the question was odd and it took you a moment to garner a guess. You cupped his face with a broad smile. “You’re more than okay. You’re perfect. Maker, it’s kind of not fair how handsome you are.” You kept your tone teasing and Din chuckled. The sight of his smile warmed your chest. “What brought this on?”

“I am an Apostate.” Din said firmly and you felt your own smile falter. His dark brown eyes stayed locked onto yours and though they held the depth and soul you always knew they would there was something else there. “I am no longer Mandalorian. Why should I hide my face any longer?”

“Din…” You mumbled. Concern leaking into your voice. This was quite the huge and sudden leap to make. “You⏤”

He leaned in and pressed a light kiss against your lips. The kiss turned deeper as Din began to devour you. Needy and wanting. Desperate. Soon he had you picked up into his arms so he could slam you against the wall. It always felt like Din craved you⏤ that wasn’t in debate. Right now though, he was like a man starved. As if he had never had never had you before and was worried he’d never have you again.

Din loved you like a man possessed. Pressed between him and the wall he was unrelenting. Still, held tight by the man you were in love with, Din moaned and begged for you to stay with him. He didn’t even pause to let you reassure him. Just praised the way you felt and pleaded for you to be his. 

There was something wrong with Din.

As you sat in the dingy alley, panting heavily from your near death experience, that was the first thought to occur to you. A hunt had gone wrong. One of the quarry’s allies had gotten the jump on you. You had taken a few hits, saw an opening to save yourself, but before you even had a chance the goon was being ripped off of you. Din had saved you, but it didn’t feel like being saved from where you sat.

Din had ripped the man off you and rather than use the darksaber he chose to beat the goon bloody with his hands. Blood splattered in the alley, on his otherwise spotless armor, and you found yourself trembling. The man who had been attacking you was long dead, but Din did not stop. His face was twisted in rage and hate. You called out his name, more than once, and eventually he paused in his onslaught to catch his breath. His chest was heaving from exertion and you could tear your eyes away from the red that stained his silver beskar.

Slowly, Din rose and stalked toward you. For a brief moment, you didn’t recognize Din. You didn’t know the stranger towering over you. He knelt down and reached out to cup the side of your face. The hot blood of the man Din had slaughtered smeared across your cheek. You could feel it and it sent a chill of fear down your spine. The hate began to dissipate from his eyes. There was a softness you recognized now, but for the first time you’d describe Din as hollow.

“Are you okay, cyar'ika?” He breathed. You nodded nervously. Din grabbed you by the arms and pulled you to stand. He let out a sigh of relief and wrapped you into a tight hug. He pressed you against his blood stained armor and laid his head on top of yours. Din shook his head, a shaky breath slipping from his lips, “I won’t lose you. I can’t lose you. No one will take you from me. I swear it, cyar'ika.” 

Relief and love radiated from Din, but all you could feel was the humming possessive energy that the darksaber blasted into the air around you both.

The sensation of dropping out of hyperspace woke you up. You blinked and reached out to a cold bed. Din had gotten up and was now dropping you out of hyperspace? You pushed up and slid out of bed. You found Din in the cockpit and the sight of an unfamiliar world hung in view just outside the ship. 

“Where are we?”

“Mandalore.”

You sat down in the passenger seat and grabbed Din by the knee forcing him to set the ship to drift and turn to face you. “What the kriff do you mean Mandalore?” Din didn’t respond. He leaned back in his seat and just stared at you. You were still trying to get used to seeing him without his helmet. Din rarely wore it these days. Even in a fight. “Din.”

“We’re meeting allies here.”

“For what?!”

“We’re recovering our home.”

Din was answering the questions as if you were being ridiculous for even asking them. As if you had been privy to this knowledge. Frustration made your temper flare. “Din, are you serious!?” He didn’t react and somehow that was worse. “We need to talk.”

“Then talk.”

Things had only gotten worse with Din. You were scared of what he was capable, but never in relation to you. No matter how cold his eyes grew, no matter how lost in got in a brutal fight, no matter how bitter the darksaber made the air, you knew Din wouldn’t hurt you. That knowledge was ingrained in your very soul. What worried you⏤ what kept you awake at night⏤ was your worry for Din. He always said he couldn’t lose you, but it felt like you were the one losing him.

“Baby.” You murmured and rose to take a seat in his lap innocently. Just trying to get closer to him. You cupped his face and at your contact the cold, distant look in his eyes briefly cracked. Din stared up at you in adoration and love. “I’m… I’m scared.”

Din furrowed his brow and sat up. His arms wrapped around your waist. “Don’t be. You never have to be scared. I’m never going to let anything hurt you.”

“No, Din, that’s not what I’m scared of.” You replied. “I’m scared for you. I’m worried about you.”

“I’ve never been better, cyar’ika.”

You raked a hand through his hair trying to convey every ounce of passion you felt for him in the simple motion. “Din… I’ve been wanting to say this for some time.” You shook your head. “The darksaber.” There was a flash of something unrecognizable in his gaze, but you pressed onward. “It’s… dangerous. You know when I told you about my lightsaber. It’s energy.” He nodded. “The darksaber gives off an energy too, and I don’t like it.”

“What do you mean?” Din asked.

“It feels like,” You winced and struggled for a description to match, “poison. Din, baby, it feels like poison.” Din shook his head as if he still could not understand what it was you were trying to say. “I think it’s a bad influence.”

Din scoffed but the curl of his lips made it seem like he wasn’t taking your statement seriously. “Cyar’ika, it’s a sword. It can’t influence me.”

“It’s not just a sword, Din. It has a kyber crystal in it and⏤”

“Are you trying to tell me I need to get rid of it?” He pressed. You gave a small nod. “I can’t. I need it.” You opened your mouth to argue, but his arms tightened around you. “If we’re going to take Mandalore back, recover it, then I have to use the darksaber. Be Mandalor.”

Your eyes widened. “Since when did you want that title??”

“But more importantly, I need it to protect you.” He whispered, ignoring your question entirely. Din leaned his forehead against yours and the touch was so soft and reverent that you shuddered. He took in a slow deep breath. “You are my priority. Always. The darksaber grants me the power to keep you safe.”

You pressed a tender kiss to his lips and Din’s breath hitched. As you spoke, you kept your lips close enough to brush against his with every word. “You never needed it before. And I’m not helpless. You know that.” Din closed his eyes and you dragged your fingers through his scruff. “We were fine without the darksaber. We don’t need it.”

Din leaned in to capture your lips with his. For the first time in a very long time, the kiss was slow and patient. He took his time tasting you and he leaned back to allow your hands to travel and explore him. It was so reminiscent of the days before everything fell apart that you almost cried.

Eventually, he pulled back and focused his heavy gaze on you. Din gave you a small smile, a hand tracing your jawline. “No, cyar’ika. The saber stays.” Your own smile faltered and fell. He left one last chaste kiss on your lips. “I love you. I will protect you.”

Your life on Mandalore was odd. Din left you out of the loop of everything. All you knew was that more and more Mandalorians arrived by the day to follow Din Djarin. It didn’t surprise you. The Din you knew and loved was a natural born leader whether he liked it or not. He had a magnetic draw to him. You didn’t see that side to your Din very much anymore. 

The city around you was slowly being rebuilt and you pondered your next move. Two months you had been on this rock seeing Din from a distance. Watching him turn into someone you didn’t recognize. When the palace was reestablished, a sentence you found obnoxious and ridiculous, Din moved you there to stay. He’d work all day, drift into your shared bedroom at night, and you mourned the days where everything was easier. Simple.

“Cyar’ika.”

You glanced over your shoulder to see the Mandalor approaching. The king of this world looked like Din, still stared at you as if you hung the moon and stars, but all you could see was the darksaber. It’s possessive energy clung to the man you loved. Two Mandalorian guards followed behind him, and you briefly admired the thick, fur lined cape that hung off one shoulder.

Din came to a stop in front of you and motioned to himself with a sheepish smile, “What do you think?”

“Very regal, Mandalor.” You teased softly.

Din drifted closer and took your hands in his. “Ni ceta, cyar’ika.” He mumbled. “I know I haven’t been around.”

“You’ve been busy. I get it.” You shrugged and tried to keep the bitterness out of your voice.

“But you come first. You always come first.” Din said firmly. “Things will be better from here on out. We’re stable. We’re established. And… I have a surprise for you.” Nervously, Din lifted your hands to tenderly press a kiss to them. “I have no right to ask, but will you give me your time today.”

It was so sweet. It was so Din. You were too overwhelmed to do anything but nod. Things could always turn around, you told yourself. All your time here, distanced from Din, you had planned. He needed a little exposure to his old life. You were the only person Din kept. Maybe seeing Boba and Fennec, seeing Peli, seeing Karga, seeing anyone would bring him back to the surface more permanently. You had even wanted to get in touch with Skywalker or Ahsoka to plan some kind of visit. If Din could see Grogu, you had no doubt he’d snap back into reality. He’d set aside the darksaber. The issue was, Mandalore still had thick storm clouds that prevented any outside interference or messaging. 

You felt isolated.

Din looped your arm through his and you walked by his side down the long hallway. You weren’t sure where he was taking you quite yet, but he spoke casually about his day and asked about yours with real interest. His smile was so warm and sincere that you could almost ignore the negative energy that damned saber gave off.

“Where are we going?” You asked as Din turned down a hall you knew would lead outside. “If we go out, I’m gonna need to grab my jacket.” Mandalore’s seasons still confused you and it almost seemed like the previous attacks had thrown the natural order out of balance. Lately, it had been rather cold.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you.” Din chuckled. He paused by the doors and you couldn’t help but glance at the two silent Mandalorian guards still standing near. Movement made you glance back in time to see he had shrugged out of his thick robe. Din settled the heavy article on your shoulders and you were surprised by the warmth it encased you in. “Comfortable?”

You nodded with a small smile. The robe smelled like him. Din captured your face in his gloved hands and you gazed up at him in awe. Din was in a good mood. It had been so long since you saw him like this. Light hearted. Excited. “Are you happy?” The question fell from your lips before you could even think.

“Of course.” Din replied quickly. His tone suggested he was surprised you’d ask. “I have you.”

“You’ve always had me.” You mumbled.

Din’s face faltered, only for a second, before he bowed his head to rest on yours. Forehead to forehead. “Ni ceta.” He breathed the apology out sincerely. “I know things have been hard and…you’ve put up with so much. I’m so thankful for you, cyar’ika, and my greatest regret will always be making you question that.”

“I never questioned it.” You lifted a hand to place on top of his own. “I love you, and I know you love me. I’ve just…been worried about you, baby. I want you to be happy.”

“I am.” Din replied. “You make me happy.” He closed the space to press his lips to yours. Tender. Loving. Passionate. Din’s tongue traced the curve of your lower lip and you allowed him to deepen the kiss. Your hands shifted to tangle in his hair. Din pulled you closer, flush against his body, and it didn’t even matter to you that two other Mandalorians stood off to the side as witness to this scene. Din pulled back, separating the two of you, but he quickly set two more chaste kisses against your lips as if he couldn't bear the thought of being apart. Din whispered a promise under his breath. “For the rest of my life, I will make you happy. I’ll keep you safe.”

You had endured the hell of watching Din suffer and begin to lose himself in sorrow. Perhaps, this was the light at the end of the tunnel. Din had found stable ground, and he was now returning to a man you recognized.

Din turned away to push open the doors, but he kept your arm looped through his. The courtyard which typically sat unused and in a semi state of shambles had been cleaned and polished. Mandalorians as far as you could see stood waiting and as Din walked you down the path you spotted a medium sized platform, nearly a stage, and on it was a chair⏤ no, a throne. That was the only word to describe the heavy, dark metal seat. Standing on the platform, you recognized Bo Katan. She stood on one side of the throne. On the other side stood two others that you recognized, you had seen them with Din often, but you didn’t know their names.

“Din?” You whispered his name.

He shot you a smile but continued on. Suddenly, you found yourself on the platform standing beside Din as he faced the crowd. He lifted one hand, as if in greeting, and you stared at him as he spoke Mando’a. His voice was loud and firm. Powerful. This was a king among men. You never thought Din Djarin of all people would look like he belonged in this setting. You knew he had the attributes that would make a fair and just king, but Din had never enjoyed the spotlight. The future he craved, the future he painted while speaking to you in the dead of night, was a humble one. A home, some land, a family. Peaceful.

A bark of Mando’a, in a voice you vaguely recognized, interrupted Din and you watched as his shoulders stiffened. The crowd parted and a Mandalorin in dark blue armor approached. Axe Woves. That was his name you believed. You didn’t know what he was saying, but you could feel the tension in the air.

Din set his hand on your waist and pushed you back. You only stumbled back a few steps before Bo Katan took you by the elbow and dragged you back further.

“What⏤ What is going on?” You asked.

“Challenge.” Bo Katan said. Din drew the darksaber from his belt and as it came to life you felt your own heart plummet. It’s poison was spewing in the air⏤ suffocating you. Smug. Arrogant. Angry. Insulted. You sucked in a sharp breath. “Axe Woves has challenged Din for the darksaber. For rule.”

The fight started in a clash of weaponry. 

It was a blur of beskar, but all your eyes could focus on was the arc of the darksaber. The burning glow that was now seared into your eyes. Seared into your brain. You wanted nothing more than to take that damned thing and throw it into the darkest pit you could find. Every time you watched Din used it, you hated it all the more. The fight did not last long.

Axe Woves was a good fighter, but he was not Din Djarin.

Soon, the air was silent as Din held the edge of the darksaber just under Axe’s jaw. Close enough that the man had to have felt the heat. Axe was breathing hard, but you couldn’t see his face⏤ his back was to you. Din stood where you could see his face and he looked to be the picture of calm. 

“Cetar.” Din demanded. Bo Katan whispered, her eyes not leaving the scene, as she translated the Mando’a. ‘Kneel’. Din asked him to kneel. You felt a chill run up your spine and it wasn’t from the cold air. The darksaber was singing. Excited. Eager. It craved and craved and craved. Din repeated the command. “Cetar.”

“Nayc.” Axe replied. You didn’t need that word translated. 

At the sound of his refusal, you watched a flash of an emotion you didn’t immediately recognize in Din’s eyes. However, it was clear to see the way his lips briefly curled up into a smirk. You opened your mouth to scream, but all your words caught in your throat. Thick, heavy, and unwilling to be heard. Before you could overcome your hindrance, Din shoved the darksaber through Axe’s chest with not even a singular hiccup of hesitation. Your mouth hung open in shock and disbelief, but the horror didn’t land until Din leaned in and used his vibroblade to slice through the man’s neck in one swift motion. Blood sprayed out and the darksaber was screaming in pleasure.

“He had to make an example.” Bo Katan whispered. “It’s unfortunate, but Woves brought this upon himself.”

Din deactivated the saber and set it back onto his belt. While Axe Woves’ body slumped to the ground, Din tucked the still bloody vibroblade back into his boot’s holster. You stared at him wide eyed and horrified as Din marched back to the platform. He spoke before the crowd again, but it felt like your ears were ringing. The man you fell in love with would never have cut a man down in cold blood. The duel had been over. It didn’t have to end with blood. 

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Din as he crossed the platform to sit on the throne. His legs were spread out in dominance as he lounged in the seat radiating confidence and pride. His eyes snapped to yours and Din held his hand out to you. Bo Katan gave you a small nudge and you stumbled toward the throne with hesitant steps. Din’s cold features melted away as he stared up at you as he always did, loving, but it only made the splattering of blood on his face that much more daunting. 

When you placed your hand in his, your fingers were trembling. Din squeezed your hand in comfort and he carefully pulled you back so you sat in his seat. Bo Katan was addressing the crowd and you stared and stared at Axe Woves’ dead body. Still laying on the courtyard’s ground, the pool of blood around him growing larger and larger.

You felt Din’s breath on your neck. His hands settled on your hips as he sat up to press his chest against your back. His breath was replaced with his lips. Din mumbled about how much he loved you and how important you were to him against your skin. All this time, all the hope you had, was for naught. The man at your back was a stranger.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” Din pressed another hot kiss to the back of your neck. "But I just wanted to show you our new throne, my queen. Surprise."

As it turned out, the light at the end of the tunnel had turned out to be just more hellfire.

In the dead of night, you ran. 

You had hoped Din would return to his senses, become the man he once was, on his own accord. You hoped he had only needed time, but this had been proof. You were out of your depth. Din needed more than just time, he needed more than just you. As soon as you got past the thick, stormy atmosphere on Mandalore, you’d call for help. 

The plan had been to take Din’s ship. It was the only one you were familiar with the controls enough to not have to worry about running into any issues. As it turned out, flying was not going to be the biggest problem you faced.

“Cyar’ika.”

Your blood ran cold. Slowly, nervously, you turned around to see Din stood not far away. His shoulders were slumped in disappointment, and the look in his eyes could only be described as absolute and total devastation. He took one step forward and you took one back. Din’s jaw locked.

“Din…”

“What are you doing?” Din murmured. 

You shook your head. “Listen to me⏤”

“Listen??” Din scoffed. He took in a shuddering breath. “How could you⏤ Cyar’ika, I… Why?”

His voice cracked and you felt your heart ache in your chest. Din took another step toward you and you held a hand up which brought him to a sudden halt. You pressed your lips together then tried to explain that you were doing this for him. “Din, you’re not…you’re not yourself. You need help.”

“I need you.” Din replied firmly. “Everything is fine.”

“You murdered a man in cold blood today.”

“Is that what you⏤ You truly think so little of me?” Din asked. “It was a duel, cyar’ika. A challenge on my rule. I had no choice.”

You took a step toward him. “Din, you slaughtered him. And you enjoyed it.”

Din’s eyes darkened and the energy that slammed into you was possessive. For so long, you assumed that was how the darksaber felt. However, seeing the way he stared at you now, you realized the possession went much further than how the saber felt for him. He stormed forward and on pure instinct your hand drew your lightsaber without activating it. A warning. His steps stuttered. You didn’t know it was possible to visually see a person’s heart break, but you were witness to it right now.

“Cyar’ika,” Din whispered, “I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”

That was true for the man you fell in love with. 

Was it still true?

“I…I…” You struggled to find your words.

Din held his hands out, palms up, in surrender. He took slow steps toward you as if you were a skittish animal he was trying to calm. The tenderness in Din’s gaze cracked your resolve. He reached out and let his hands slowly drag down your arms until they reached your hands. You felt your body tremble. It was easy to make the decision to run when you stared at Din’s features covered in blood, but now? His warm, brown eyes reminded you of every soft touch and tender word of love. 

“Just come back with me.” Din whispered. “Talk to me, cyar’ika. I know…I know things haven’t been right.” He squeezed your hands and pushed the one holding the lightsaber back to your hip. “Let me fix this. Let me make this right. Give me a chance.”

Din leaned forward to set his forehead against yours. A familiar motion that brought you comfort. You let out a soft sigh. One more night. You could spend it talking with Din, gauging a better plan, and it wasn’t like you would be able to leave right now anyways. Not with him right in front of you like this. The look in his eyes told you he wasn’t just going to let you walk away and the absolute last thing you wanted to do was fight him. 

“Please?” Din pleased.

“Okay.” You murmured. 

The bright smile of relief that crossed his face made your heart flutter. Din pulled you into a tight hug and he clung to you like a lifeline. This would be alright. This would be okay. You’d make sure of it. Din slipped his hand into yours and carefully tugged you alongside him. The entire walk back to your bedroom was silent. Din’s thumb traced patterns against your skin.

“I love you.” Din said the moment you were back in your shared room together. His words came out as a desperate ache. “I’m sorry…”

“No, Din, I…I love you. I will always love you.” You replied. “I was leaving to help you.” Din’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I just think you’ve lost sight of your path.” You pressed your lips together then settled your hands on his chest. “I think we should leave Mandalore. Not forever, just⏤ I think we should visit Boba or Karga. Peli? Or… Or maybe we can reach out to Skywalker. Try to visit Grogu.”

Din’s eyes widened at the suggestion. 

He wrapped his hands around your wrists then lifted your hands so he could press a soft kiss against one palm then the other. Din nodded. “Okay. Tomorrow. I’ll be better, cyar’ika.” You gave him a small smile and he leaned in to crash his lips against yours. The way his lips moved against yours made you feel like he was trying to physically beg you to stay with him. Din had never been a man of many words, he’d whisper kind sentiments, but he always showed how much he cared by action. “I love you.” Din’s mouth dropped to your neck as his hands began to tear at your clothes. “You are everything to me.”

 Your hands reached out to unlatch Din’s armor. It was muscle memory for you. How many times had you done this exact same action in the dark during your time with him? Too many to count. His besker fell to the ground and the second he was bare of any armor, Din scooped you up and carried you to bed.

In the morning everything would be okay.

You’d make it so.

A familiar hand caressing the side of your face is what you woke to. You forced your eyes open, groggy, to find that Din was sitting on the side of the bed leaning over you. He wore his armor once more. Din leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead.

“Ni ceta, cyar’ika.”

“Din?” You questioned.

“I want you to know that everything I do is because I love you.” Din said. “I’ve lost everything, but you.” He cradled the side of your face. “Even this, accepting the title and responsibility of Mandalor, I did with you in mind.”

There was a tone in his voice that was making you nervous. Slowly, you sat up and shook your head, “Din, I never asked you to do that.”

“I know.” He replied. “But this is how I protect you.”

“Din⏤”

“There is nothing in this galaxy that will harm you while I’m around.” Din said firmly. He stood up off the bed and gave you a tight nod. “I won’t lose you. I can’t lose you. This won’t last forever, I swear it. But I can’t leave anything to chance. Not when you mean so much to me.”

Din began to walk toward the bedroom door to leave and you stared at him in confusion. Quickly, before he could leave, you threw the blankets off your body and jumped out of bed. There was a heaviness around your left ankle, a coldness, and with every movement came a rattling. You glanced down to see a shiny, silver chain locked around your ankle. It trailed to the wall beside your bed.

“Din.” You breathed. He stopped but said nothing. “Din?” He turned around with sad eyes. Panicked, you began to rush toward him, but a few feet away from him the chain caught your ankle and you nearly fell to the floor. Warm hands caught you by the arms and pulled your back to your feet. Teary eyed, you shook your head. “What have you done?”

“It’s temporary.” Din repeated himself. “Just until I know you won’t hurt yourself by leaving.”

“Hurt myself⏤ Din, I⏤”

“Cyar’ika, I'm doing this for you. To protect you.” Din gave you a tight lipped smile of regret. “Or until I can make you understand.” Din leaned his forehead against yours. The soft action you loved ruined by his words. “You are mine, cyar’ika. You are mine, and I am yours.” That look of possession was in his eyes again. “And because you are mine, I have to take care of you. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

Din was beginning to step back so you quickly cupped his face between your hands. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be. As softly as you could manage, trying to bite back the fear and panic in your voice, you mumbled. “Din, baby, you’re losing yourself. I love you, but you’re losing yourself and it’s breaking my heart. Let me go. Let me help you.”

He turned his head and gently kissed the inside of your palm.

“Maybe I am.” Din murmured. “But if that’s the cost of keeping you, then it’s one I will happily pay.”

Din left without another word and you crumpled to the ground in tears. You mourned for the man you lost and cursed the man who took his place.

mando'a translations

ni ceta: i'm sorry cyar'ika: darling, sweetheart cetar: kneel nayc: no

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[deakyjoe]

In Sickness & In Health

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns used but Din does call Reader “cyar’ika”)

Category: sick fic, fluff

Summary: Din cares for you when you're sick.

Warnings: sickness/illness, Grogu being a menace, Din being awkward, cuddling, hurt/comfort, fluff basically

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I am recovering from a cold.

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You'd woken up sick, quite possibly in the worst condition of your life. Your limbs ached, your head was pounding, your stomach turned at every tremor of the Crest, your throat was sore and you could barely breathe through your nose. Death felt like it was approaching you at any second.

Din insisted that you were being dramatic.

He was sure that you'd just picked up a minor illness from the last planet you'd stopped on for supplies and would recover in a couple of days. He told you to rest and to stay away from Grogu as much as possible, unsure of the strength of the child's immune system.

Which would have been easy considering all you wanted to do was curl up into a tiny ball in the dark and sleep. Unfortunately, the kid was just a little too curious in nature and wanted to see what was wrong with you. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. This caused Din to lock him away in the cockpit with a shiny ball to occupy him for the majority of the time while you recovered. 

"I feel bad." You told your travelling companion after Grogu had been shut away.

"You'll feel worse if you give him this disease and he dies." The Mandalorian replied, handing you an extra blanket after assuring you that it was fine that you used his bunk to sleep in.

Your eyes widened in fear, heart beating rapidly in your chest suddenly. "I thought you said this was a common illness!"

"Yes, but he is only a child." He sighed, gesturing for you to lie down. "You will be fine. Now go to sleep."

You mumbled to yourself lowly but did as he said anyway, drifting into a dreamless sleep once Din had closed the door.

You awoke some time later, sweat pouring out of you in floods as you burned as hot as a supernova. In your delirious fevered state you got out of the bunk, laid down on the floor of the hull and fell asleep again.

When you woke up again, a few hours later you assumed, you could feel something touching you.

As your eyes cleared, you realised that Din was sat beside you on a crate patting your head.

Your brows raised in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Soothing you." He mumbled through the modulator.

"By doing this?" You croaked, glancing up to where his wrist hovered above your eyes.

He paused. "Do you... do you not like it?"

"Don't dislike it." You said. "It's just a little strange."

"The kid likes it."

"Do I look like a green baby with large ears to you?"

He hesitated.

"Don't answer that." You grumbled, turning to bury your face in the thin blanket you'd dragged to the floor with you.

"You were talking in your sleep. I thought it might help."

"Oh." You whispered, embarrassed about what you might have said.

"It was mostly incoherent mumbling."

"Oh." Thank the stars.

"Mostly." There was a hint of teasing amusement to his voice which you were terrified to question.

But you did anyway. "What does that mean? What did I say?"

He ignored your questions. "You should get back into bed."

"Too hot."

"Get back into bed, cyar'ika." He insisted, holding a gloved hand out to help you up.

You did as he said, too tired to argue anymore.

"I'll come back to check on you in a while." Din told you before disappearing to the cockpit again.

You faded in and out of sleep before the Mandalorian came back with a bowl of soup and a restless Grogu at his side a little later.

Worry plagued your mind momentarily as you cautiously eyed the kid. "I don't want to get him sick."

"He missed you." Din replied with a small shrug, handing you the bowl and a spoon.

You smiled down at the kid weakly, glad to see him. He was a nice presence to have around, almost always happy about something. The Mandalorian was the opposite in that regard - always unhappy about something, apart from the child, but was still a nice presence to have around. Overall, the combination of the both of them was making you feel better. A lot better. There was no one else you'd rather spend your sick days with.

The three of you ate in silence, just the occassional babble of nonsense from Grogu as he slurped down his dinner. The warm food made your throat hurt less but despite its temperature, you started to get cold.

You wrapped the blanket more tightly around yourself in the hope that it would help but had little success. So you distracted yourself by watching Din and Grogu interact instead. Maybe the warm feeling they created in your heart would extend to the rest of your body.

The dull hum of the ship combined with the quiet mumbled, very much one-sided, conversation between the two other members of the clan caused you to grow sleepy again. Which Din quickly noticed when your eyelids started drooping and your head lolled to the side a couple of times. So he swiftly put the child to bed and sent him back to the cockpit before returning to you.

"You should go back to bed." He stated, noticing your intense grip on the blanket as he sat you down on the end of his bunk. "What's wrong?"

"I'm cold." You confessed, even though it was pretty obvious by your violent shivering and chattering teeth. "Freezing actually."

Din did nothing for a moment, just stared at you and seemingly contemplated something if the way his fingers twitched at his sides was any indication, before hitting a switch and plunging the hull into darkness.

"What are you doing?" You blinked, suddenly feeling more awake as you tried to adjust to the lack of light.

"Sshh." He replied, the clang of metal on metal punctuating the word for him.

Was he... was he undressing?

"Din, stop."

"I said sshh." His voice was clear, no muffling from a modulator or helmet. His face was out in the open.

You stayed silent until you felt hands land on your shoulders, letting out a small gasp at the contact.

"Lie down on your side." Din mumbled, gently pushing you back.

The protest you had prepared died on your tongue as you felt him crawl into the bunk beside you and settle down at your back as the two of you laid down. He got as close to you as possible, arms wrapping around you and legs tangling with yours.

"What're you doing?" You whispered despite relaxing back against him and embracing the heat he was radiating.

"Warming you up." He mumbled into the back of your neck, lips grazing your skin.

"No!" You whined, wriggling a little to attempt getting out of his grasp. "I don't want you to get sick."

"Don't breathe on me then." He answered simply, arms locking around you to hold you in place. "Now go to sleep."

You would've fought more, concerned with his health, if it wasn't for the fact that this position felt good. So good. He was warm and soft and you felt so safe and secure in his hold. Maybe just cuddling for a little while wouldn't be too risky. At least, that's what you told yourself as you fell into a deep slumber.

It only took a couple of days before rattling, shaky coughs could be heard echoing around the ship from a certain bounty hunter's modulator.

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[thelovelylolly]

Tech bb 1 and 9 from ur valentines prompt list

Take Care of You

Summary: After a close call on a mission, you find comfort in Tech Warnings: mentions of violence and injuries Word Count: 705 Notes: I LOVE TECH OMG HOW HAVE I NOT WRITTEN FOR HIM BEFORE????? I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LIKE ITS BAD AHHHHH

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how little pain you felt. The last thing the remembered was a rouge bomb going off close to you, throwing you yards away and knocking you out. You tried to sit up, then the pain caught up with you, hitting you on your back.

"Ah, you are awake," Tech's voice came from beside you.

You realized you were in your bunk on the Marauder, and you turned your head to see Tech by your side with his datapad in hand.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, typing away as he spared a quick glance up at you.

"Sore," you mumbled as you slowly turned yourself to dangle your legs on the edge of your bunk.

"I suggest you stay here for a bit longer, I'll give you another dose of pain medication in an hour and then you can begin to move around," Tech quickly said when he noticed you sitting on the edge of your bed.

"How long was I out?"

"Only a few hours. We've been traveling in hyperspace, so you haven't missed anything of importance. You are lucky, any closer and that explosion could've caused more serious injuries."

You looked over at him just as he looked up at you, your gazes meeting. He adjusted his goggles and didn't look back down at his datapad like usual.

"I'm also lucky I have a great squad member to take care of me," you said with a weak smile.

You could see pink dust Tech's cheeks, but he acted like he didn't notice his face warming up.

"Yes, well, I only trust myself when it comes to taking care of injuries like the ones you sustained. I don't believe you'd want Wrecker to tend to your injuries," he replied, looking back down at his datapad.

You laughed weakly, only to be cut off by a sharp pain from your back. You inhaled sharply through your teeth before trying to breath through the pain.

"How much long did you say until I got another dose of pain meds?"

"About an hour, I'm sorry I can't give it to you any sooner. I'll leave you to get some rest until then," he answered.

"You don't need to leave so soon," you quickly said right before he turned to leave.

His gaze found yours again. "Why is that? There is nothing I can assist you with, so I should give you some quiet time in order to sleep."

You patted the space next to you on your bunk, and Tech hesitantly sat next to you. He turned his eyes to the wall across from the two of you, setting his data on the side opposite of you. Slowly, you leaned your head on his shoulder, his somewhat cold armor offering some distraction to your pain.

You felt Tech tense at your action, then start to relax. A moment or two later, his arm came up and around you, careful not to brush up against any of your injuries. He rested his hand on your shoulder and held you close, his head leaning on top of yours.

You smiled, grateful for the peace and quiet with him. You felt yourself wanting to fall asleep again, a yawn escaping you, but you didn't want to fall asleep on Tech. You didn't want to keep him from his other jobs on the ship, so you tried to move away to let him go.

"Wait," his arm wrapped tighter around you, careful not to hurt you with your injuries but strong enough to keep you where you were, "don't pull away...not yet."

"I don't wanna fall asleep on you, Tech," you reply quietly.

"If it means you are distracted enough from the pain to get some rest, then you can fall asleep on me, cyar'ika. I'll wake you up when it's time for your next dose of medication."

You smiled at his sweet words, whether he meant them as sweet or not.

He picked up his datapad with his free hand and started to scroll through some article, his other hand absentmindedly running up and down your arm gently. You closed your eyes and let Tech's breathing lull you to sleep.

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[loquaciousferret]

Hello, I saw that your requests were open and I recently discovered your blog and... O sir. I love your way of writing, thank you for doing this beautiful work and sharing your magic with the words.

I would like to ask you for something fluff and very loving to our star warrior Din Djarin. Maybe you could do something with the song "She", by the singer Dodie. I think what the song expresses would be just what Din would feel when falling in love.

If this isn't what you usually write or you don't like the idea, that's okay. It serves me well just to let you know what a great writer you are.

I'm sorry if I've expressed myself badly or you don't understand anything I've said, English is not my first language. Thank you for your attention.

Thank you for this adorable message, you have explained yourself really well, never ever apologise for speaking in your second language!

Also this is so strange because I loved this song so much when I was younger and haven’t listened to it in years, you just reminded me of it, so thank you!!

And yess I totally agree, even though Din is so quiet I feel like it’s just by choice and he would have such a way with words and be so poetic when he falls in love with you.

She

Pairing: Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x f!reader

Warnings: This is an 18+ blog but this story does not contain any specifically explicit content. Fluff, unrequited love, yearning, forbidden-ish romance, and sadness.

Word Count: 1.1k

You shouldn’t be looking at her like that. The Mandalorian scolds himself.

You had convinced him to let you and Grogu take a walk on this quiet planet, with his protection, of course. After grumbling, he finally agreed. He rarely had the strength to deny you anything you asked him for.

He leans against a tree, at the edge of the meadow, and as much as he tries, he can’t tear his eyes away from your beautiful form. A flowing white dress surrounds you, picking up grass stains around its hem as you twirl in the field with Grogu in your arms. You lift him and throw him, and he giggles and gargles in his own little language. It’s not wrong to simply admire her. He reassures himself. Not when she is just so nice to look at.

Sometimes, in moments like these, Din thinks the maker put you in this galaxy just for him and Grogu. As he watches you play with the child, his heart swells. sunlight catching you and making your eyes glint, goosebumps prickling your bare arms when a breeze runs through the atmosphere. Yes, he could live in these moments forever and never feel any obligation towards anyone or anything else. He yearned to be able to take you into his clan.

You must have called his name a few times before he snaps out of his trance, because you are looking at him inquisitively.

"Sorry, cyare, what was it?" He says, walking towards you.

He is the first Mandalorian you have ever met. You don't understand any of his mother tongue, and he knows that. You understand his nicknames for you are terms of endearment just because of how softly he says them. You don't think you have heard him call you by your name in weeks, always cyare, mesh'la, cyar'ika, ner kar'ta.

"I wondered if you would dance with me, Din."

Having closed the distance between you, he takes you in, the shy smile that you are wearing makes him want to drop to his knees before you. He listens carefully and he hears it too, soft music drifting towards you from the nearby village.

Grogu is on the floor now, head barely visible bobbing above the over-grown grass. He runs around your feet and circles your legs as he chases a butterfly.

You are looking down at him, watching with adoration. Din is sure he wears the same look on his own face, but the object of his gaze is you. He thanks himself for his helmet. His expression would give everything away in an instant, and he knows that can never happen. He would never tell you. He could never say a word.

He hears three or perhaps four string instruments playing together. The sound travels through the wind and envelopes the pair of you in this tender moment. He wishes that you might reserve this side of you for him but the truth is you are full of this same warmth and gentleness towards everyone, it is just your nature.

You reach a small hand out and he takes it in his large, gloved one. Then he changes his mind, and lets go of you again. You seem disappointed but then you gasp as he removes his gloves.

"Din, you don't have to-"

"I want to." He responds simply.

You don't question him further. After all, you don't really understand much of his religion, only fragments from what he chooses to share. You know he can't show you his face but you're not sure what the rule is about skin in general. You don't think he would break the rules for you, as he is disciplined and pious. And yet, the touch of his hand on yours still feels forbidden.

For him, it shoots electricity up his arm and spreads heat to every corner of his body, heart, and soul. He couldn't have imagined how soft and warm your skin would be, and yet it feels entirely natural to touch you. He wants to explore the feeling of every patch of skin on your body from the soles of your feet to the top of your forehead, with his hands, and his lips.

He steps closer to you until there is barely an inch of space between your two torsos. Your frame is inviting, whilst his is cold and dominating, a wide plate of beskar which conceals well what hides beneath it, his heart, which is yours in its entirety.

You sway gently to the music. He is stiff at first but eventually joins you in motion, pushing you away from him to spin you around, which makes your face light up. As he does this, the scent of your hair washes over him as you whip round. You taste of childhood comforts like birthday cake, and story-time, and fall. He thinks to himself. You taste like the galaxy's sweetest fruits, like apple juice and peach.

But to you, he thinks, I must taste of nothing at all.

He yearns to give himself to you. To remove every piece of armour that separates him from you. To allow you to know him. To prove to you that a beating heart and a warm-blooded man did live within this cold suit of armour.

But even if he could do any of this, he knows you wouldn't have him. You would marry someone with a soul as sensitive as yours. Someone who could make you their muse. A poet, or an artist, someone who could paint you in a picture and ensure your memory was eternal. You wouldn't have him. A hunter. A killer.

You continue to twirl in the grass, Grogu now clawing at the hem of your dress, wanting to be lifted and join the pair of you in a dance for three. She, Din thinks, she means everything to me.

And so, he plays along. He brings you gifts back from nearly every hunt. He dances with you when you ask. but he knows you are not truly his. That you can’t and won’t be. As much as it aches to admit this to himself, it feels oddly good to hurt. The pain in his chest when he thinks of how your time together will soon end is what he considers to be proof that the love he feels for you is real.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

That Unspoken Thing

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Din have this unspoken thing. You're attracted to his leadership, compassion, care, and strength. He's attracted to your assertiveness, passion, wit, and gentleness. He also likes your firey attitude, albeit it does get you guys into trouble a lot. Based off my imagine here.

Warning: mentions of drowning and

Water. You hated the water. You'll wade it in and drink it. But you would never sail in it...until now.

Din was following a bounty and, to be fair, he did warn you about where the disk was leading him. But you, stubborn as ever, still insisted that you and Grogu follow him.

Now you're on a boat holding onto it for dear life, hoping to whatever beings above that the boat won't topple over and you'd end up in the water.

The fisherman was nice enough to let the three of you on his boat to head to the island where the bounty was supposedly hidden. You couldn't fly to the island because, whoever this bounty was, was skilled enough to send out a signal to shut off any craft flying towards the island. Boats were the safest bet.

A blanket gets draped over you and you look up to see Din staring down at you. You gesture to the fabric, "What's this for?"

"You were shaking like a leaf, cyar'ika. Figured you'd want something to keep you warm." Cyar'ika. He's been calling you that a lot more lately. You asked him what it means and he told you it meant 'close friend' but you're not sure he's fully telling you the truth. When you see Bo again, you'll have to ask her what it means.

You scoff, "Thanks, but I'm not shaking because of the cold. I'm actually sweating like a bantha on Tattooine."

"What's wrong?" you hear the immediate concern in his tone. If you could see his face, you imagine his brows are furrowing right now.

You've always wondered how he'd look. Apparently, he's already had to take off his helmet a few times in the past, but that was before he knew you. You wonder if he would ever take off his helmet for you. It's not like you would ask him to. You respect him and his code. But you can't help but wonder...

"Hey? You with me?" you look back up to see Din standing closer to you, "What's going on?"

You sigh, "Just never been fond of the water. It's dangerous, there's a lot of unknown stuff down there. Plus, I can't swim so I won't survive long if I fall in."

Din's head falls forward and he shakes his head, "If you can't swim, why did you come with me on this bounty?"

"Someone's gotta watch your back! Right, kid?" you look to Grogu and he nods, "See! He agrees with me!"

Din gives another shake of disapproval, "You shouldn't put your life in danger like this. I'm not worth it."

"Of course you are, and you put yourself in danger for us all the time. Someone needs to take care of you too, Din." You look at his visor, hoping that you're staring into his eyes and you're silently telling him how much you care for him.

"Brace yourselves! We've got some pirates headed our way!" the fisherman yelled.

"Pirates?!" you stand up in disbelief.

You rush up to the fisherman who's trying to speed the boat up, "What do they want?"

"Anything we may have valuable."

Din appears at your side with Grogu in his arms, "Take Grogu and go below."

"What? No! We can help!"

"Do as I say and go!" he hands you Grogu and pulls out his blaster. With his jetpack, he's in the air, firing shots at the oncoming pirates.

You look down at the little one in your arm and he's looking back up at you with concern, "We're helping him." You set him down on a crate and pull your own blaster and knife out.

A group of them are piling onto the boat and you're firing off your blaster. You look over your shoulder to see the fisherman also came prepared with a blaster of his own.

When you turn back around, you see a Rodian headed towards you. You run in its direction as well, immediately jumping and kick it with all of your might. You two fall back and you swiftly get up, kicking it in the head to knock it out.

You're immediately grabbed from behind and they're a lot bigger than you.

You're kicking and yelling. Your hand goes to your holster and your blaster isn't there. You see it on the ground, too far away for you to get.

You stomp the the creature's foot, causing it to howl in pain. You're released from its hold and you yell in triumph, "Take that, you brute!" In anger, the creature marches back towards you, picks you up, and throws you overboard.

Once you hit the water, you're done for. You're flailing your arms in a panic. You're swallowing water. You hear the sounds of blasters firing off in the distance. Your heart is pounding in your chest.

You get tired quickly and the waves of the water are too powerful.

You find yourself sinking. The surface of the water moving farther and farther away.

This is it. This is how you die.

You see something else enter the water. It's probably a pirate.

You hope that Grogu and Din are safe at least. You close your eyes and accept your fate.

__________________

Din saw you get thrown overboard and his heart sunk. You can't swim.

Adrenaline hits him tenfold and he's able to immobilize the last bit of pirates left. They're either unconscious or thrown overboard.

With his jetpack, Din dives into the water where you landed and he spots you immediately. He grabs onto your hand and pulls you into his arms. The jetpack doesn't do well under water but it has enough power to bring the two of you to the surface.

The fisherman throws down a rope and Din holds onto it with one hand and you with the other. With Grogu's help via the Force, the two of them manage to pull you and Din back onto the boat with no problem.

Once back up, Din immediately lays you on your back, leaning in to listen for you breathing. You weren't.

He didn't give a second thought as he immediately took off his helmet and proceeded with mouth to mouth.

"Come on, come on!" he cries out as he breaths into your mouth and pumps down onto your chest, "Wake up, please. Please, cyar'ika!" Beloved. You were his beloved and he can't lose you. Not now. Not when he hasn't even told you how he felt.

You can't give up on him now. You two had gone through so much together. You were there for him during the period where Grogu was away. You watched his back. You care for him and he cared for you. Kriff, did he care for you so much. You were there and if you're not there anymore...he doesn't know what he'll do.

You suddenly spit up water and your eyes are open. They're wide with shock and a little bit of fear as you're coughing and gasping for air. Din couldn't help but give a breath of relief.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, cyar'ika. You're okay. You're safe now."

You look up at the man reassuring you. He has stubble on his face, brown eyes and brown hair with some grey littered in it. You try to register who this man is. When you open your mouth to speak, the first thing you say is, "Who the hell are you?!"

Din can't help but chuckle at your reaction, "It's me, cyar'ika." Even after nearly drowning, you still have that attitude of yours.

Your eyes widen in surprise, "Wait, Din?"

You reach out, but hesitate. With a gloved hand, Din brings your hand to his cheek. You can't help but gasp. His skin was warm, you feel the prickle of his stubble against your palm.

"Wow. It's you," you say in disbelief, "You're not ugly at all."

Din's brows furrowed in confusion, "You imagined me ugly?"

"No, I mean, you said you didn't think you were much to look at, but I highly disagree."

Din playfully rolls his eyes, "Well you're clearly fine." He goes to reach for his helmet but you stop him, "Wait. Lemme-Lemme just look at you for a little longer." You sit up and hold his face in both your hands. His eyes flutter shut as your fingers begin to trace over his jaw, his nose, his brow. He feels his face heat up from this. Your touch is gentle and soft. This is so...intimate.

He suddenly feels your forehead pressing against his. His heart starts to flutter. He knows you know what this means. He told you himself what it means after seeing a few mandalorians do it themselves.

You lean back, eyes open and staring at Din. His breathing is heavy now. He's so overwhelmed with what just happened, this mind flooded with you.

"Cyar'ika, I-"

"It's okay. I know." You reach down and grab his helmet, "Thank you, for saving me." You press a kiss to his helmet and hold it out for him.

"Always," he says with a nod, his eyes soft, but you know, you know what he means.

He promptly slips the helmet back on and stands, helping you up on your feet as well.

You sigh and glance at Grogu, "So much for helping him, I guess," you give a shrug and proceed to help the fisherman toss off any incapacitated pirates that were left on his ship.

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[zoeykallus]

Could I request a headcannon for the bad batch?? and how they would react to their SO passing out in front of them… like from low blood sugar or iron issues. If not that totally fine 🙂 I wasn’t sure how to/if you were taking requests.

I absolutely love your work! The way you right is fantastic 💕

Yes you can 😊 Sounds like fun 😁

I don't know why I always have the most extensive ideas with the HCs for Tech and Crosshair….

The Bad Batch x ReaderHCs - Passing Out

So far no warnings... Maybe strong language? (Crosshair) ____________

Hunter

It might happen in the middle of a conversation or at any given time. Hunter will know that something is off. He is very attentive and focused on you when you are around him.

Doesn't matter why you faint, he probably senses it just before it happens and is probably already in a dive to catch you the same second you come off balance.

In his presence, you will definitely not touch the ground, he will drop everything to catch you.

"I got you, Cyar'ika."

He will want to find out what is wrong with you, why you fainted, and for that he will leave no stone unturned.

Echo

Surprise and confusion are written all over his face at the first moment, as he sees you fall. However, he reacts quickly enough to catch you.

Echo is very worried, holding you carefully in his arms. You can count on him to get to the bottom of it, most likely with Tech's help. It's not exactly a normal everyday occurrence for someone to faint.

In any case, he won't leave your side until you come to.

When you open your eyes, he will gently say, "You had me worried, Cyare."

Wrecker

"Wow there!"

He hastily grabs you and lifts you up before you can fall.

"Hey Mesh'la! Mesh'la? What's wrong with you?"

He's incredibly concerned, calling out to the others. As his brothers rush to him, they are faced with a worried, helpless looking Wrecker holding you in his arms.

"Just fell over," he says incredulously.

Of course, Tech and Echo help examine you and figure out what's wrong, and Hunter meanwhile calms and tends to Wrecker, who watches anxiously.

Tech

Tech is once again telling or explaining something, full of eagerness with a little smile on his lips. He can tell you anything, he knows you always like to listen to him. He has his back turned for a moment to show you a part of the Marauder he is talking about. When he hears a blunt thudding sound behind him. He interrupts himself in surprise and turns around.

At first he is confused not to see you where you were standing before, shortly after he is deeply concerned as his gaze falls down and sees you lying there.

"Oh no… Cyar'ika?"

Tech rushes to your side and leans over you.

"Oh dear, oh no…"

His hands grasp your face, then he feels your pulse and checks your breathing, and a heavy relieved sigh passes his lips.

Crosshair, who has seen what happened from a distance, hastily approaches and asks, "Still breathing?"

"Yes," Tech says curtly, preoccupied with his troubled thoughts.

Crosshair shrugs his shoulders and says, trying to camouflage his concern with a sneer, "You probably bored them to unconsciousness with your chatter."

Tech gives him a quick cutting look, "Not funny, Crosshair".

Shortly after, he calls for Echo and sets about taking you to an infirmary with him, where he can take a closer look at what's wrong with you.

Crosshair

"I don't feel so good…"

Crosshair turns to you with a raised eyebrow.

"I know it's hot as hell here today, but don't get any ideas about playing drama queen, I can't stand that at all," he grumbles.

"I'm not playing anyth-"

He crosses his arms in front of his chest while you fall over in the middle of your own sentence. Standing over you, he looks down.

"Very funny. Who did you make up that bad joke with? Is Wrecker hiding somewhere right now filming my reaction?"

You guys play pranks on each other sometimes, and for some reason Crosshair is under the assumption that you're doing it again right now.

Frowning, he looks down at you, "I have to say you're good at acting, that looked like you hit your head pretty hard when you fell."

His gaze becomes more critical, he uncrosses his arms.

"Kitten, you can stop that now. Come on."

No reaction from you.

"Kitten?… oh kriff"

Hastily, he crouches down and bends over you, checking your pulse and breathing.

As he gently takes you in his arms he mutters, "Damn it! why didn't you say something sooner? Silly thing!"

"TECH, ECHO, GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[dickarchivist]

Tell Me Again.

Wolffe × Fem!Reader, new relationship

Word count: ~1700

MINORS BEGON 🔞

Contents and Warnings: n s f w 18+, Minors DNI, small fight resulting in minor cuts and bruises, vague hints of an abusive ex, fingering, counter sex, riding, unprotected PiV sex, Wolffe being protective of you, Wolffe being soft, Mando'a lesson. Fluffy smut, how nice.

Summary: After a fight with friends, you wear a few bruises with pride. Wolffe comes home for shore leave, and teaches you a few words in Mando'a while tending to your needs.

Mando'a used: Mesh'la (beautiful, pretty. Used as a pet name). Cyare (beloved, loved, popular. Used as an improper pet name, corrected by Wolffe). Cyar'ika (darling, sweetheart. Used as a pet name).

Author's notes: A continuation of the "Don't Stop on my Account" fic, which can be found [here].

Oh, to be in the hands of a hot man as you give him words of affirmation. This ended up in directions I didn't think it would, I was planning on it just being fluff, but then it became double smut, akin to the first of this series.

You'd gotten more used to the comings and goings of your favorite clone commander. Wolffe still kisses you when he leaves in the mornings, tells you how he looks forward to your next moment together. You've caught him trying to sneak out a few times since the first time you caught him, but you've succeeded in getting him to be more upfront about when he has to go for a while.

Your friends have been warning you again, however. "There's no guarantees." "We just don't want you to get hurt when he stops showing up." "There wouldn't be anyone to tell you if he died or not." "All you have is physical." "Honey just let him go, find a real man, not one of those credit a dozen toy soldiers."

You get into a full out fist fight with the one who calls Wolffe a toy soldier. It takes the others to separate you, you've never had that kind of impulse before but it made your blood boil and you couldn't help but wind up a punch. It's a new sensation for you, looking in your bathroom mirror and seeing the shiner and split in your lip.

You've come home with these in the past, but instead of the fear you felt in the past, you somehow feel proud of these marks. You got them defending the man you care about, and not from the one who was supposed to care about you.

You discard your top and pants, checking yourself for any major injuries. Few small bruises starting to bloom, some scraps, but all told nothing serious. You're about to turn on the water in the refresher when you hear the front door of your flat slide open.

"Mesh'la, you home?" There's a flutter in your chest at the sound of Wolffe's voice. Even among other clones, you feel like you could pick him out among them.

"In here!" You go to grab some concealer, but hesitate. These are badges of honor for you this time, why would you hide them? You turn around to stride out, but Wolffe is already there.

His eyes go from soft to shock, then anger, and for just a second you think it's aimed toward you. "Who did this? Who hurt you? I'll kill them."

You laugh, much to both of your surprise. He crossed to you, hands rough but surprisingly gentle around your face, "This isn't funny. You're hurt. Shoulda been here..."

"I got into a fight with someone because they called you a toy soldier, Wolffe. Trust me, they're worse off than I am."

You're starting to like this shocked face of his. Wolffe blinks down at you, really looking at the bruise around your eye, the pad of his thumb ghosting across your lip, just light enough to feel it. He takes your hands, looking at your bruised knuckles, smirking a little, "Kept your thumb out like I showed you?"

"Threw a mean punch like you showed me," you smirk up at him, and he gives you an impressed look as he sets his hands on your hips. "Like what you see Commander?"

Wolffe chuckles a little, kissing the corner of your mouth, "Of course Mesh'la, I'm lookin at you."

"What does that mean?" You try to steal a real kiss, but Wolffe pulls away a little with a husky chuckle and your breath hitches softly. You adore that sound.

"What does what mean?"

"Mesh'la... you call me that a lot, what does it mean?"

There it is again, that husky chuckle. This time, paired with kisses against your neck, making one hand grip the bathroom counter behind you as the other cards through the hair at the nape of Wolffe's neck. "It's Mando'a. Means beautiful. Pretty. It means you, Mesh'la."

You moan softly, lulling your head to the side as Wolffe sucks a hickey into your neck. He comes off you with a pop and blows on the newly forming dark spot. It makes you moan again, and your hips move forward in Wolffe's hands. "Is there a word for handsome?"

"Why? You wanna call me handsome?" Wolffe lifts you with ease and sets you on the edge of the counter. He moves forward a step and you open yourself for him, hooking your legs around his waist to bring him nearer. As his hand runs along your inner thigh, he answers you, "Don't know of one, Mando'a doesn't have gendered words like basic."

"Teach me..." your words are breathy already and he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Teach or touch?" There's two fingers stroking the front of your small clothes, making you whine, and Wolffe can't help a light laugh, "So tough a second ago, what happened?"

"Wolffe..." you whine again, hands holding his shoulders as your body shakes at even the touchs through thin fabric. You're starting to ache, needing more, "Do both, but touch first, please, touch first..."

"Kriff... you're wet, soaked through your panties already?" when you nod at his words, Wolffe walks his fingers under the thin fabric and presses a finger directly to your swollen clitoris. You jump, and he laughs, the rumble low in his throat, "no fight left?"

His fingers start to work you slowly, swirling your slick through your folds. Wolffe's going slow on purpose, you can tell, but it feels so good you don't want to rush him. It feels like a reward.

There's desperation creeping into your voice, your hips move forward to meet Wolffe's hand, "More..."

"More what, Mesh'la?" But he knows, he's already giving you what you desire. His hand moves lower within your folds, touching your entrance with teasing strokes before two fingers dip into your slick waiting walls, "This what you wanted pretty girl?"

Wolffe kisses the side of your head as you lean forward into his chest. His thumb works your clit as his fingers curl and pump inside you. "Wolffe... oh- mmm... Wolffe..." your legs open a little wider for him, and you close your eyes as you lean against his chest. You're panting hard, fast breaths as he brushes that sweet spot within and you see stars.

Your climax hits suddenly, and as you cry out, Wolffe's arm caresses the back of your head. He holds you safely against him as your legs tremble, clenching on his fingers as his movements slow. You're so dizzy, head light in ecstatic pleasure. You finally get a kiss out of Wolffe, a proper one. It hurts for a moment, but you've wanted that kiss since you saw him in your doorway, it was worth the wait.

"What's... what's Mando'a for "you are loved"?"

There's a pause, before Wolffe speaks softly to you, kissing your shoulder and neck as punctuation, "Cyare. Beloved... sometimes used for popular."

When his hand leaves your folds, you're worried that maybe you pushed those words too soon, but as he lifts you from the counter and removes your small clothes, you know it's anything but. Wolffe carefully lays you onto your bed, then dofts the rest of his clothing to lay beside you. He doesn't mount right away this time, not like you'd become accustomed to. No, his hands trail down, eyes following, tracing patterns onto your skin.

You tangle your legs with his, closing what little gap there was, and palm his length, pumping the stiff length in your hand. Wolffe growls and stops your hand, looking into your eyes, "Why'd you ask that?"

"If I can't call you handsome, I want to call you loved, because that's what you are, Cyare." Your cheeks are hot when you say it, but you know it's true.

"That's not how you say that."

"Did I pronounce it wrong?"

"Yes, but you're going for the pet name, yeah?" You nod, and can't help but find this whole thing endearing you further to him. A man of his word, he touched first, and taught second. "It'd be cyar'ika, then. Adding "'ika" makes it an endearment."

"Then I love you, Cyar'ika."

There's hope in his eyes, soft, loving hope, as if he'd convinced himself you were playing a joke on him when you'd said it before. "Tell me again."

You move on him, getting on top of Wolffe and straddling his hips. His hands rest on your thighs, and you share a moan as you take in his length until you're seated flush against him. "I love you, Cyar'ika."

As you swivel your hips, panting again already, the Commander watches from below. He looks dazed, eyes not leaving your face, there's disbelief and pleasure there, "Again."

"I love you."

You start to bounce on him a little, rolling your hips, clenching tight around his length, hands pressed to his chest for support. Wolffe bites his bottom lip and bucks into your tight walls, drawing a cry from your lips. Your repeat yourself again, "I love you."

As you bounce on Wolffe's length, you repeat the words over and over, gripping his chest hair, your legs shaking as you climax again. Wolffe isn't far behind you, with a few more hard thrusts his hips buck sporadically until he grunts, spending himself within your walls. You fall onto his chest, panting with him as he puts his arms around you in a protective embrace.

Wolffe is quiet for a moment after. You've since returned to your sides, your back pressed into his chest, his arms secure around you, legs tangled together. He presses a kiss to the cone of your ear, whispering, "You mean that..?"

As you turn your head to see him, you steal a kiss before he can pull away to spare your split lip. "I love you Wolffe. I love you, and I mean it."

Wolffe kisses you properly, still careful of the split in your lip. His hands rub your back, the curve of your hip, he's careful with you in a way he hadn't been before. He doesn't say it in words, but his actions tell you for him. Wolffe loves you too. As he nuzzles your heads together, tucking you close to him, he whispers a word you know now, and it makes you smile against his shoulder, "Cyar'ika..."

Tag List!: @wolffegirlsunite @anxiouspineapple99 @wizardofrozz (sorry if I missed anyone or added someone by accident! Not used to people asking to be tagged in stuff haha)

#commander wolffe #sw fic #fanfic #wolffe x you #wolffe x reader #star wars smut #sw smut #minors dni #nsft fic #i hope yall like this one im so anxious haha #good morning hope the dick treats you well #from the archivist #sw tcw fanfic #tcw smut

[neyswxrld]

cold as ice

wolffe x reader (gn)

summary: Reader is left in the lurch, Wolffe is there to comfort!

warnings: a bit angsty, showering together (nothing happens, it's a warm up/comfort shower)

word count: ~1380

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the twelfth fic for my advent calendar!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

With chattering teeth, you step inside your apartment. Your hands and toes feel like ice. You are sure your nose and your cheeks are red, if not almost blue already. You are shaking, and there is a small coat of snow on top of your shoulders and your beanie.

"Baby? What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be out eating with your friends?" Wolffe, who had opened the door for you, asks, confused and steps aside.

"Yeah- I- I-," you can't even form your sentence before your knees give out and you almost fall to the ground, if it wasn't for Wolffe who reacts impossible fast, catching you in time.

"Hey, hey, Cyar'ika!" he calls out, holding you up and closing the door behind you.

"What the hell happened? You're freezing!" he realizes, feeling you tremble in his arms. 

"We need to get you warm again. Come on," he mumbles and starts to pull your coat from your shoulders, guiding you to the small bath.

He carefully manhandles you, pulls off your clothes, and turns on the shower for you.

As you stand under the hot water, slowly getting warmer again and enjoying Wolffe's soft massage on your scalp, you stop trembling from the cold so much. The clicking of your teeth stops, and you start to feel how the fading cold leaves space for your disappointment and fury.

"We- We wanted to eat dinner in that stupid restaurant. But Sari said she wouldn't be able to come and get me, so I thought I could walk," you begin, already feeling how Wolffe tenses behind you at the mention of your supposed friend's name.

Since you and Wolffe knew each other, he knew of that one friend group of yours. While he isn't a big fan of them due to various different occasions, with you on the receiving end, he still tries to support you and be there for you. Whether you decide to stay with them or to end the friendship.

You talk a lot to him about those friends, and you've already started to distance yourself from them. Every time you hang out together, you feel bad afterward and question your worth. Wolffe had to knock some sense into you again too often already.

But you still weren't able to fully let go of them. You were clinging to your past and the need to get some of that again. But the truth is: they changed, you changed, and your lives just don't seem to be compatible anymore.

His eyes narrow, and due to his cybernetic eye, he looks intimidating and kind of dangerous. If you didn't know him that well, you might have been a bit scared. But it's Wolffe. He wouldn't hurt a fly when you were with him.

"Walk? But isn't that like over half an hour?" he asks, and you nod. "Yeah, normally it's not that bad, I've walked to that place a few times already, but I didn't realize it was that cold," you murmur, leaning on him a little bit. He closes his arms around you, pulling you closer to his naked chest.

"I thought it was okay because we would sit in that restaurant and we would eat a nice and warm dinner," you continue, already feeling angry tears in your eyes. You try your best to swallow them down.

"When I arrived, the restaurant was closed. The lights were out, no one was inside, and I was standing there alone. At first, I thought it was my fault... I thought I got the date wrong or that I messed up the locations, but then I looked up our messages, and I was right on time. Then I thought that maybe they wouldn't know of that either, and I waited. For almost half an hour again, because I was sure they all would step by. I was asking in the group chat where they were, and suddenly, not only Sari couldn't come, but all of them had other plans with their families, or they were sick, or something like that. So I decided to walk home again," you tell Wolffe, this time you can't fight your tears.

"Why didn't you call?" he asks, a bit confused. "What would you have done? Come by and walk with me, so we're both freezing?" you want to know. "I'd rather come home to you and get warmed up by you than be the cause of your discomfort," you say, blinking some tears away.

Wolffe sighs and nods. "Yeah... You're right."

"Do you know what the worst thing about that is?" you ask quietly after some silent moments. "I actually fooled myself into believing this really could be true. Sudden sickness, changing plans because of family problems, whatever they said. It would have been okay for me. But then Au'rii coincidentally sent me a picture from a party he was at. And then, in the background, I could see all of them. Drinking, laughing, partying."

This time, you really start crying heavily. You're almost embarrassed by how loud your sobs are, but then you remember that you're with Wolffe. Nothing has to be embarrassing with him.

Disappointed, angry, and furious all the same, you turn around to hide your face in his neck, trying not to feel hurt that much. It doesn't work.

"Instead of just saying that they don't want to hang out with me, they act like that," you cry, feeling how Wolffe hugs you, carefully stroking over your naked back.

"Oh, Cyar'ika," he murmurs, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. You can't stop crying, not now. Everything is just a little much.

"I know that it hurts. It hurts in your heart. But you know what? If it hurts there, it's okay. Because that means you're a good person," he whispers, tapping the place where your heart sits under your skin.

With one second, your feelings change. Instead of crying out of anger and disappointment, your tears intensify. Suddenly, you cry because you're so touched by his words. Wolffe, the tough, strong man, a war hero, tells you that you're a good person. Because you have feelings. Because you mean well. Because you don't expect the worst of people and get disappointed over and over again. Because you still keep going on, believing in the good in people.

You keep crying into his shoulder until you feel like you can't anymore. Wolffe is always by your side, never leaving you and every time a new wave of sobs hits you, he hugs you a little tighter.

After a while, your eyes and cheeks are puffy, hurting from all the tears. Snot leaves your nose, and apologetically, you wash some off Wolffe's shoulder, glad that the shower is still on.

"Come on, let's go and cuddle up on the couch. We can watch some of those winter wonderland movies," he suggests, wrapping a towel around your bodies as soon as you step out of the shower, carefully drying your skin.

"But you don't like those movies," you mumble. He just shrugs his shoulders.

"It's okay. I can keep up with one or two if it makes you happy," he smiles, kissing your temple.

About half an hour later, you sit next to each other on the couch, cuddled up under some soft blankets. Each of you has a hot chocolate in your hand and enjoys the sweet taste of it.

"You know what?" you ask him after some time.

"What?" he wants to know.

"I enjoy everything with you so much more than I ever enjoyed anything I did with them," you murmur after some time, leaning onto him, careful not to spill your drinks.

Wolffe smiles softly, lays an arm around your back, and slowly starts to draw small circles on your hip.

"You know what?" he now asks.

"What?" you repeat.

"I enjoy everything we do, too," he smiles, pressing another kiss on your temple. "So, so much."

Together, you let the evening fade out. Cuddled up on the couch together, worshiping each other's company and appreciating the warmth.

That evening was the last time you ever heard something of your so-called friends. Wolffe helped you to finally let go of them and break the contact. Since then, you've felt much better.

TAGLIST:

@isthereanechoinhere96 @trixie2023

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[voidofthemoon]

Sinful Morning, Passionate Afternoon

Wrecker x Reader

18+

Length: Medium

Warnings: waking up with oral (male recieving), kinda sleepy sex, P in V, established relationship, established acceptance of sleepy fucks and waking up in this manner

You hadn't meant to wake up as needy as you did, but before you even really had a moment to really sit and clear your mind of the sleepy fog... you found yourself under the sheets and between his thick thighs.

You peeked out of the blanket, seeing your loving commando stirring a bit, groggily rubbing at an eye but still mostly asleep. You called to him softly then returned back below.

Your hands trailed up from his knees, delicately over his thighs and gripped softly there. Steadying yourself in your position. His body had been left bare from your adventures last night within these very same sheets.

Hidden from the slivers of sunlight by the blankets, your lips scrawled soft kisses up the inside of his left thigh. You delighted in his soft murmur and how his legs parted just a little more for you. Smiling softly, you let out a soft yawn as your lips travelled across his muscles and before long reached the end of their journey.

Your tongue dragged across the underside of his piece, all the way up until you reach the end of him. There you pressed a chaste kiss to the tip.

"Wreeeeeckerrrr~" You called out in a sing-song tone.

He grumbled in return, waking up at your call

"Time to wake up" you whispered peppering kisses back down his length.

Wrecker panted heavily as he stared down at you, already so riled up and proud from your attention. His gaze flitted across your form, your state then his brain caught up...

You could, not only hear, but feel his breath coming out in small pants as you continued lavishing him in kisses and licks.

Suddenly the blankets tore away and you shied away at the light now beaming into your face.

"Cyar'ika" he chuckled between pants "What are you hiding under the blankets for?"

You peeked back up at him and followed his single finger gesture to come closer. Abandoning your blissful victim and leaning over his torso, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Good morning" You whispered cheekily as his arms enveloped you

"'d mornin' to you too" he mumbled with a gentle smile "Still worked up?"

You hummed and shrugged softly

"Re-worked up..." you trailed a hand down his chest "How do you expect to keep to myself when you're right here next to me...?"

His body rumbled with a barely contained laugh that definitely would have woken up his brothers. Grin on his face, and a glimmer to his eyes, Wrecker pulled you in for another kiss.

"Well since you're all dressed for the occassion..." his breath fanned across your lips as he spoke.

Large hands trailed down your back, across your sides and settled low upon your body - one on your hip, while the other on your bare bottom.

You whined softly as his lips glided across your skin, leaving open mouthed searing kisses in a trail from your lips to your neck. His touch ellicitating more heat to pool in the pit of your being where it was already a ablaze and threatening to overcome you.

"I want to take care of you" You urged softly, already feeling yourself losing your will to deny what height his sinful touch always brought you to.

Wrecker's chest rumbled softly, voice tickling your skin as he sucked a dark hickey upon that devastating location that he knew would turn you to goo.

"Alright..." came the panted reply as he pulled back.

"Sorry" he mumbled as his lips covered your own, stealing what was left of the breath on your lips. Pulling a moan deep from your throat.

His strong hands moved across your form and held out to you. An offer to help you get settled upon his lap. And you quickly accepted with your own shakey hands. His grip was secure as you straddled his hips formally and began to settle.

But just as you began to sink, his leg moved, sweeping your left leg out and prying you further open. Your body quickly followed and you took him in in an easy, but breath-stealing, slide.

And that...is where your ride began. Where your absolutely sinfully, delicious morning morphed into a passionate early afternoon.

Dividers by @benkeibear

#star wars #the void has written #thots of the void #the bad batch #wrecker x reader #bad batch wrecker x Reader #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x female reader #bad batch wrecker x female reader #tbb wrecker x female reader #thevoidofthemoon #the clone wars

[darklordofthesimp]

Honor (Din Djarin x Reader)

Din had learned over the years to trade his desires for his needs, selfish thoughts would only hinder him. Thanks to you, he quickly discovered that if you want somebody bad enough you begin to need them.

Requested by Anon: #29 with Boba teasing Din about reader? #29: Crushing hard, huh?

A/N: Din quietly craving the reader is just nyehrfhejdbhi, love this trope.

Category: Mutual Pining, Angst if you squint, just straight up yearning

Warnings: None

He loved to watch you.

It was the understatement of the millennia- he needed to watch you. Like an addiction, he couldn't pull his eyes away. Not that it mattered. You had no idea when he was observing you and it gave him free rein to drink in your visage as he pleased.

Of course, the guilt that flattened his lungs every time he did it was less than ideal.

"Careful," Din exclaimed, lurching forward to steady the box that wavered in your arms. You raised a brow, a movement he learned to associate with playfulness.

"I've got it," you murmured, attempting to counter-balance the precariously placed cargo. Once it had stopped swaying, you shot the hunter a small grin. "But thank you for coming to my rescue."

Always, cyar'ika.

Din stayed silent, opting to slowly pull his hands back to his side. He was suddenly hyperaware of the eyes burning into his back and a grimace pulled at his lips. Boba watched the interaction with keen interest and he knew the Daimyo would slyly bring it up later on.

You made a move to turn, flashing both Mandalorian's a farewell smile.

"Get me if you need anything," Din uttered suddenly, fingers twitching at his waist. He wanted to help, to take that box and relieve you of the weight. However, you were set on your mission and he couldn't find it in him to take that from you.

Watching him from beneath your lashes, you nodded. "Of course, who else would I call on?"

The hunter swallowed tightly, suddenly struggling to breathe.

Depend on me, mesh'la.

Only me.

With a gentle quirk of your lips, you turned and waddled awkwardly through the palace entrance. On any other occasion, he would have found it amusing- but Din was rooted to his spot on the dirt, watching after you carefully.

When you were out of his line of sight, his shoulders sagged in relief. If you had managed your way up the entry steps he knew you would be fine inside.

"Crushing hard, huh?" The Daimyo teased, groaning shortly after as he stood to his feet.

"What?" Din tilted his head but didn't turn. The leader approached from behind, dusting his pants with short pats.

"You like them," he stated simply- as if it were that easy.

The hunter was quiet as he finally squared himself against his friend, watching him carefully from behind the visor. His heart pounded in his ears and his mouth was dry.

Boba's lips quirked upwards, eyes sly. "It's obvious, my friend."

Din startled, flinching visibly at the words. In an attempt to recollect himself, wild excuses were thrown through his mind. He grasped at anything that might recover the situation but nothing stuck.

The flat expression Boba sent him was enough to halt his efforts.

"It's against the code," Din sighed finally, casting his gaze downward. Boba snorted, clapping his comrade over the shoulder.

"I think we are well past that stage, don't you?" The Daimyo shook his head. "The only thing holding you back is your own self-doubt."

It was the hunter's turn to huff, "I am a Mandalorian. I do not doubt myself."

Boba crossed his arms over his chest, the armor adding bulk to the movement. "You are also meant to be honorable."

Din raised a brow.

"Where is the honor in cowardice?" The Daimyo asked firmly. The question was rhetorical and he was glad because there was no answer he could offer.

He knew what was being referenced, Din's avoidance of his feelings. The way he let his hands linger on the rare occasion that there was an excuse to touch you. He was a coward because of the way he thought of you as he lay to rest and the way he waited impatiently to see you in the morning.

Boba was right, there was no honor in hiding the way he felt.

But lately, Din found that his honor was skewed.

As you walked back outside and every single one of his senses stood to attention, he knew then he wouldn't tell you. He knew when your eyes immediately drew to him, passing over Boba unseeing. He knew when you came to him shyly, babbling conversation with Boba but gaze never wavering.

The skin on his arms electrified with your proximity and burned as you bumped him playfully. He wanted you so wholly that the feeling was all-consuming.

That is why he could not have you.

There may not have been any honor in hiding his feelings, but as Din watched you smile he had accepted it.

Besides, his honor was turbulent at best, and should he tell you his feelings and you accept them you would know he was a fraud.

In the dark, you would come to understand how sinfully dishonorable Din could be.

Only for you, Cya'rika....

#mandalorian #din djarin x reader #din djarin #mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x you #star wars #the mandalorian #baby yoda #grogu #pedro pascal

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

I Love You, Cyar'ika

Dark!Din Djarin x Jedi!Female Reader

Warnings: corruption arc, violent murder but not described in depth, possessive behavior, obsession, loss and anxiety, light smut, manhandling of the reader by Din

Word Count: 4,500

Summary: Din Djarin is a man who lost everything. His home, his son, his Creed. But at the end of the day, he still had you. He still had you, and he was determined to keep you. Sequel to 'Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika'

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"i am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me."

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It wasn’t until the second half of your first hour trapped that you realized the chain around your ankle wasn’t just metal. It was beskar. The links branched together were long enough to allow you to walk to the neighboring bathroom, but not long enough to reach the door out. The horror of your situation was truly settling into your very soul. Din had locked you away. Din. The man you loved. And the worst part, as if any of this could possibly be worse, was the fact that he only knew you had tried to run away hours ago.

When exactly did he have this chain made?

You spent the rest of your morning trying to rip the chain out of the wall where it was connected to no avail, and when that didn’t work you somehow tried to pull your ankle out of the clasp. It was impossible. The clasp was just tight enough on your skin that you would not be slipping it unless you started considering something much more dramatic, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. You tugged and screamed until your ankle was discolored and your throat was raw.

Then you broke. Quite some time ago, before your extensive Jedi training, you had quite the temper. It took years for you to get a handle on controlling it, but these last few months the frustration and worry had slowly whittled down your very being. So, for the first time in a very long time, you threw a tantrum. You knocked over the nightstand by your bed, hurling every single item you could reach, and destroyed everything that was in your path. 

When you were spent, exhausted from the emotional and physical turmoil, you slumped against the wall panting for breath. Your legs splayed out in front of you so you could glare at the beskar that wrapped around your ankle. You felt so pathetic and vulnerable. It didn’t help that you only wore your undergarments and one of Din’s shirts. It had been what you fell asleep in last night while curled up to the man who chained you to a wall.

The bedroom door opened and Din froze in the doorway. You watched his eyes scan the room in shock before they landed on you. He let out a breath of disbelief, “Cyar’ika.”

“I don’t think I want you to call me that right now.” You said.

Din’s shoulders slumped and he had the audacity to look hurt at your words. As if he hadn’t chained you to a fucking wall. He stepped into the room and shrugged out of his robe⏤ tossing it onto the bed as he neared. Din’s eyes landed on your ankle and his eyes widened. “Me’bana!?” He knelt down to take hold of your ankle, but you tried to pull your legs in to avoid his touch. Din, refusing your refusal, grabbed you by the calf and dragged you toward him.

“Get off!” You barked and kicked out at him. 

Din pinned you to the floor using his weight to keep your hips down and a hand to pin your wrists above your head. The emotion on his face as he stared down at you was not one of anger or even frustration. It was desperate. “Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself. Dank farrik, you already have. Don’t make it worse.”

“You think I care?” You spat your words at him, squirming. “I don’t! I’ll do what I have to if it means⏤”

Din’s other hand snapped up to grab you by the jaw. His fingers pressed into your cheek, not painful but firm, and his face darkened. Anger finally seeped into his features. “I said, stop. I know you’re upset, I know you’re angry with me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you hurt yourself.” You sucked in a sharp breath when he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. Hand still on your jaw. Din’s eyes closed as he spoke. “You are going to sit still while I take care of you. Understand? This is not up for debate, cyar’ika.”

You didn’t respond. Refused to. Din let out a soft sigh before releasing your jaw and wrists. He sat up and pulled his weight off of you. Slowly, you sat up and chose to just sit there. He pulled his gloves off, tossing them aside in the mess you had already made of the room, and with a tender touch he pulled your leg into his lap. Din’s warm fingers shifted the beskar so he could peer at the skin beneath it. He hissed at the sight of your already forming bruises⏤ the discoloration would be worse tomorrow.

“Cyar’ika⏤”

“I said don’t call me that.”

Din shook his head. “Why would you do this to yourself?”

“Myself?” You scoffed. “You’re the one who put me in chains, Din!”

“To keep you⏤”

“Safe?” You finished for him, but you spat the word bitterly. Din wilted and continued to carefully trace your sore skin. It bothered you that his touch brought you comfort, but that wasn’t something you could just turn off. “When did you have this chain made, Din?” He didn’t reply. “It’s made of beskar. You didn’t just swing out and pick it up. You had it made. When did you⏤”

“Three weeks ago.” Din kept his eyes downcast, glued to your ankle. You took in a sharp breath. It would have been less painful, less shocking, if Din had just reached out and slapped you. Three weeks ago? How long did he have this planned? His warm brown eyes met yours⏤ a gaze you had always been weak to. Your face must have shown your betrayal because Din squeezed your calf softly. “I never planned to use it. I never wanted to use it.”

“But you did.” You mumbled the words out.

Din winced. “I know, cyar’ika. I know. I’m sorry. You will never understand how sorry I am⏤ I will spend the rest of my life trying to remind you. I⏤” He sighed and his thumb traced lazy circles against your skin where it sat. “More than anything though, my love, I need to protect you. I cannot lose you. I wouldn’t survive that.”

“You’re losing me right now, baby.” You shook your head. Tears springing up. “You’re breaking my heart, you’re losing my trust⏤” Din squeezed his eyes shut. Pained and devastated. “How do you think this will end?”

“You will understand. One day.” Din said firmly. He spoke like he was trying to convince himself of this. “Until then, I am just doing what is necessary.” Din rose to find the first aid kit and when he returned you just stared at him. He knelt down once more and wrapped padding around your ankle so the metal wasn’t touching bare skin anymore. When he was satisfied with how it looked, he carefully held your arms and pulled you up to stand. Din cupped your face with his hands, setting a tender kiss on the top of your head before choosing to rest his forehead against yours. “I love you, cyar’ika.”

This wasn’t love, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that.

The only times you were unchained from the wall was when you were with Din. He’d take your hand in his and the two of you would wander down the halls or outside of the castle. Always two Mandalorian guards lingering behind you both. You had one arm looped through Din’s. His thick robe draped over your shoulders once more. 

“Bo thinks offering an olive branch would make us seem weak. I’m inclined to agree with her.” Din thought aloud. Most of these walks were him talking to you about his day. You didn’t offer much more than the occasional hum or a snide comment if he pressed too hard. That’s what two weeks of being chained like an animal could do to you. “We have more power than them. It wouldn’t be too difficult to overtake them.”

You hummed. Din glanced down at you and his arm squeezed around yours. There was hope shining in his eyes as if he was eager to hear you offer any sort of commentary. You focused your gaze forward. “The Din I fell in love with wouldn’t jump head first into a war.” His steps stuttered. “He’d try for peace.”

“Cyar’ika.” Din came to a slow stop and turned to face you. His other hand lifted to rest on yours. It trapped your hand against his forearm. “I am the man you fell in love with. That has not changed.” Your eyes darted down to the darksaber hanging from his belt. Din sighed. “This is still about the saber?”

You shook your head. “It always will be. That damned saber has changed you.”

“It hasn’t⏤”

“It has!” You yanked your arm away from his and took a step back. Anger flaring once more. “I keep telling you. It’s poison.” The energy that surrounded it felt suffocating, but it had only gotten worse these last few days. The possession was still there and now it’s tendrils seemed to be trying to seep out into your very soul. As if it could convince you that it had good intentions. “It’s me or the darksaber, Din.” 

He shook his head and you shoved him once in the chest. He barely stumbled back. The Mandalorian guards leapt forward, hands on their weapons in preparation to take out the threat against their King, but Din threw his arm out to stop them. The glare he leveled in their direction was deadly. They both took sheepish steps away. Din focused back on you and the anger in his eyes dissipated back into despair. “You can’t make me choose.” He sighed. “We’ve talked about this. I need the darksaber to keep you safe.”

“We’re just going to argue in circles forever, aren’t we?” You sighed.

Din stepped closer and caressed your face. He leaned in to capture you in a kiss, but you turned at the last second so his lips pressed against your cheek instead. Since the morning you woke up with a beskar anklet, you hadn’t let Din touch you. The first night he slipped into bed behind you, just to sleep, and you had lost your mind. Now, he slept on the small couch that was pushed against the wall in your living space. He pulled back enough that his lips were no longer touching you, but he didn’t stray far.

“I love you, cyar’ika.”

He truly believed it, but obsession⏤ possession⏤ was not love.

At the month mark, you knew things needed to change. Din was too stubborn to concede. He’d keep you chained to that fucking wall forever. So, you started small. You had to play this smart. It began with little things like thanking him when he brought you food or new gifts. Choosing to participate in conversations when the two of you went on walks around the palace. A lingering touch here and there when you were able, and you never shied away from his own touch.

Still, a sudden change in demeanor would give you away. Din, as blinded as he was by the darksaber, was not an idiot. He’d see through your act in seconds, and the fate of his and your life depended on deceiving him. You had to get off this rock. You had to get to help. After thinking about it long and hard, you decided you needed to get to Skywalker. The other Jedi were your best bet. It was just a matter of getting there.

Oddly, your saving grace came in the form of an attack.

Because Din never kept you fully in the loop of the things happening in Mandalore, you weren’t entirely sure what was happening. Being chained to the wall when the explosions started did not help either. For the first fifteen minutes of the disaster all you could do was stand in place, frozen, while straining to listen. Eventually, the explosions stopped, but it was replaced with yelling and thundering footsteps. Not a good sign. As it got closer and closer you searched the room for a weapon or hiding the place. You wouldn’t fit under the bed and even if you hid in the bathroom there would be a chain lying on the floor leading straight to you.

The yelling came right out the door and you didn’t even have time to register the language or tone before the door itself was kicked open. Pirates. That was your best guess. Three men dressed for a fight stepped into your space. Two humans and one Trandoshan. They spoke a language you didn’t recognize, something from the Outer Rims, but even when addressing you they never swapped to Basic. One of the humans took a step closer, smirking, and you shifted to a ready stance. The last time you had felt so ill prepared for a fight was back when you first began your Jedi training. 

Even on a good day, back before Din spiraled into his current state, you were not good at using the Force. Reading energies was your strength, but healing and telekinesis was never your forte. Now? Being as stressed and buried in negative energy as you were, it was nearly non-existent. Every day you spent around the  darksaber you felt further from the Force for some Maker forsaken reason. The Force you recognized, at least.

The Trandoshan began to rummage through the room scavenging, but the two human men were still approaching you. They laughed and motioned to the chain around your ankle as they spoke to one another. Cautiously, you took a few steps back so the chain’s tension wouldn’t accidentally catch you. When the first man lunged you met him halfway with an uppercut into his throat. It was a blur of muscle memory and desperation from then. You weren’t doing well, you were surviving, but when one of the men got their hands on the chain they were able to pull your legs out from under you. 

You roughly landed on your back with a grunt, but the other man was quick to pin you down. You thrashed and screamed trying to get loose, but the other just piled on. Their voices were grating, their laughs sent chills down your spine, and their touch made you nauseous. It all boiled into an uncontrollable rage that slipped from your body with a roar. Suddenly, both men were blown clear across the room. You sat up, breathing hard, and glanced down at your hands. Had you just…? There was no time to puzzle through the power that just flowed from you because the Trandoshan leapt across the room to tackle and pin you back to the floor. 

He didn’t have a firm grip on you, and you were able to flip over on him. The victory was short lived when he threw his elbow back, crushing your nose, and you cried out in pain before falling back. The other two men had risen once more, but all of you froze at the terrible roar that echoed down the hall and filled the room with a suffocating tension. It called out your name. You recognized that voice. 

In that one moment, a feral pleasure gripped your soul and allowed your anger to roam free. You grinned up at the men, teeth bloody from your broken nose, “You’re fucked.”

Din stalked into the room, seconds later, and he was possessed by his own rage. The darksaber glowed in his hands, as bright as a burning flame, and it cast terrifying shadows across his face which was twisted in hatred⏤ in bloodlust. With the first swing of the saber, the men knew they were not going to bode well and they began to plead, but their words fell on deaf ears. You watched as Din tore them to shreds, a force to be reckoned with, and a sick grin flickered across your features before you could reign it back. Din was leaving the men in literal pieces, brutal in his attack and inflicting the most terror and pain he could manage before taking a life, and you felt a bubbling pleasure building in your chest.

It was only when his warpath was finished, when he deactivated the saber, that your smile fell. The tendrils of pleasure that had seeped into your very soul with watching the love of your life murder on your behalf slipped away. You took in a sharp breath. What the fuck was that? Why the fuck had you⏤ Your hands began to tremble followed quickly by the rest of your body.

“Cyar’ika.” Din gasped and crossed through the carnage to pull you off the ground and into his arms. His panicked words all came out in a rush of Mando’a before he was calm enough to ask once more in Basic. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” His gloves wiped away the blood as he examined your nose. “Are you⏤”

“I’m fine.” You replied shakily, but you felt far from it. Physically, there was nothing wrong. Not really. Your nose would heal, the bruises you garnered in the fight would fade. But mentally, spiritually, emotionally… Your eyes drifted down to the darksaber on his belt. What was it doing to you? It took a moment to realize Din was still talking. You shook your head. “What?”

“I said that was the last of them. They came for revenge, but most of the damage was external. Only a few small groups got into the palace.” Din’s hands were petting your hair. Between every word of comfort he’d lean forward and press his lips to your face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Focus. Focus. Back to the plan. Back to your mission.

“No.” You swallowed roughly. “I need the chain off.” Din didn’t respond. He just stared at you with wide eyes filled with the fear of a man who had nearly lost the person he swore to protect. You lifted your hands to cup his face and you shook your head. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re not losing me. I’m not losing you. You were right.” You pushed the words out and the tears that fell from your eyes were painfully real. You cried for how lost you felt. It was like you were stuck in quicksand and the more you struggled the deeper you were pulled to it’s dark depths. “I was so scared. I couldn’t fight back. Din⏤”

Din didn’t hesitate. He knelt down and pulled a key from the pouch in his belt to unclasp the metal around your ankle. Hearing it clatter to the ground, feeling the weight drop off, had you sucking in a breath of shock and relief. Din slowly rose once more and you found yourself lost in his eyes⏤ those pretty brown eyes that made you forget every single worry you had. The warm brown eyes that brought you comfort in your lowest moments. The loving brown eyes that gazed at you in worship. 

“Stay with me.” You mumbled and cupped his face again.

Din turned his head to press a kiss against your hand. “I’m not going anywhere, cyar’ika.”

Your fingers tightened around him and a shuddering sob left your lips. “Do you love me?” Din looked affronted by the question. His mouth fell open, but you cut him off. “Baby, just listen, if you love me you’ll put the saber away for tonight.” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a hiccup left your lips. “Please, baby, just tonight. I just want you. I want only you.”

Din took a slow breath and then took a step out from your grasp. Fear struck you at first, but Din simply crossed the room to his locked chest which sat in the corner. Slowly, he unlatched each piece of his armor and set it carefully into the chest. When he was left with only his flight suit, Din grasped the darksaber and held it in his bare hand for a moment. Finally, he set it into the chest and closed it. The cursed item was just tucked away, out of sight, but it still made a difference. The unrecognizable dark energy that had been plaguing you seemed to disperse and a familiar sensation filled your chest. It was the Force you recognized. For the first time in a month, you felt like you could breathe.

He walked back to where you stood and settled a soft and hesitant hand on the side of your face, “I do love you, cyar’ika. I know this has been difficult and you haven’t been happy.” Din looked heartbroken as he stared down at you. “But you are everything to me.”

This may have started as just a plan to ease him into a lull of security, but that had been forgotten as you stared up at him. For this one second you felt like yourself, and Din felt like himself. A swell of love overwhelmed you and you pushed closer to capture his lips with yours. Din sighed into the kiss, but before you could deepen it he pulled back. “Din?”

“We don’t have to do this, cyar’ika.” Din whispered. “You were just attacked, stressed, and⏤ This⏤ This isn’t… I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I don’t.” You shook your head and it was the absolute truth. Right now, Din felt like the man you loved. Maybe it was weak of you to cave, weak of you to seek out his comfort, but you missed him. You craved him. “I want you, and as long as you want me⏤”

Din brought his lips back to yours, his hand cupping the back of your neck, as he softly kissed you. Every minute movement filled with adoration. You wrapped your arms around his neck to draw yourself closer to him. Pulling back to catch a breath, he left a trail of kisses up your jaw to your ear. “Cyar’ika, I always want you.” His hands settled on your hips to bring you flush against him. “I always need you.”

Your hands grew frantic wanting nothing more than to feel his skin against yours. Just like in a fight, you didn’t need to think. Loving him was muscle memory. You peeled the upper half of his flight suit off his body and he took gasping breaths as you broke away from his kiss to caress the scarred skin of his torso. Your nails lightly raked over the skin overlying his ribs as you leaned in to press soft kisses against every scar you could find. Din trembled at your touch, a breathless gasp tearing ragged from his lips. 

His own hands lifted to tilt your face up so he could lean down and start a tender kiss. Every slow, languid motion was one born of love rather than lust. There was an innocence to the brushes of skin against skin, and for this one moment nothing existed but you and Din. Not the poisonous darksaber buried in a chest or the corpses of the men that meant you harm. As Din picked you up and pinned you into the bed, his weight pressing into you, all that mattered was Din Djarin.

“I love you, cyar’ika.” Din murmured into the skin of your neck⏤ his face buried there as his hands roamed your body with a familiarity born of routine. “I love you so much, cyar’ika.”

Your heart felt so full, and you wondered if you were the one confused on the extent of what the word love could mean.

Din laughed and you lightly shoved him in the side.

“It’s not funny. Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, cyar’ika.” He replied as you grinned. “I’m laughing with you.”

“Yeah, I’m not laughing, you ass.”

He continued to chuckle and you shook your head before looping your arm back through his and leaning against him. Mandalore had been relatively calm since the attack two weeks ago, and you had never felt closer to Din. What had you been so worried about? The two of you were safe and had one another. That was all that mattered at the end of the day. You had misjudged the darksaber’s energy. That possession was just another form of loyalty. It brought you and Din the strength to protect one another. A bond. That’s all it was.

“My Mand’alor.”

Din’s feet paused, bringing you to a stop as well, and you both turned to face a Mandalorian who now knelt before the both of you. The woman held a hand across her chest in pledge. Din didn’t motion for the woman to rise, but hummed for her to continue. 

“Our allies who have settled on Concordia are requesting aid currently. Raiders have been plaguing them the last few weeks, but now they are beginning to edge in on the main settlement.”

“Concordia has the means to defend itself...” Din replied.

You squeezed his arm and he glanced down at you. You shook your head. “Concordia is not Mandalore, they’re just allies that⏤ like you said⏤ have their own resources.” Nonchalantly, you shrugged. “We have to protect our own. Any aid we offer to them is taken from our own walls. Our city should come first, Din.”

Din lifted your hand to plant a kiss on the back of it. “Could not have said it better myself, cyar’ika.” He motioned for the Mandalorian to be on her way before the two of you continued down the hall. Only a few yards later, Din chuckled. “I have a gift for you.”

“Oh, do you?” You asked with a smirk.

He pulled you to a stop once more “Close your eyes.” 

“Really?”

Din raised an eyebrow at you and you playfully rolled your eyes before closing them and holding your hands out. You heard the sound of shuffling as Din moved. A beat later something warm settled in your palms and you sucked in a sharp breath at the overwhelming flood of emotions that bared down on you. Your eyes opened to first see Din’s excited and loving smile, but then your gaze drifted down to the lightsaber in your open hands. 

“I figure it’s about time you’re reunited.” Din chuckled. It had been nearly two months since it had been taken from you. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. Your fingers slowly closed around the hilt you had built with love so long ago, and waves of warmth radiated down your arms and into your chest. “I⏤” A different voice called out and Din sighed in irritation. “One moment.”

Din stepped around you to address whoever had called out for him and you just stared and stared at the lightsaber. Possession and obsession was not love. It was not the same as loyalty and protection. You blinked in shock as the clear thoughts cut through the fog you hadn't even realized you were living in. You had been yourself, but for some reason your priorities had changed starkly. Not for some reason. One reason. That fucking saber.

"Hey." Din returned to your side and you heard panic in his voice. Those dark tendrils from the saber surrounded you, but could not sink in. He set his hand on your face and his thumb caressed your cheek. "You're crying."

"I...I'm happy." You lied. "Thank you, Din."

"Of course." Din replied though he looked hesitant to believe you. He leaned in to press a kiss between your eyes. "I love you, cyar'ika."

You loved him, and you almost lost yourself.

But, not again.

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[arctrooper69]

Hi! I'm a Cody simp and I would love to see you write how Cody reacts to me graduating med school and reaching my lifelong dream

Of course! Congratulations on graduating medical school! I think every single clone would be so proud of you ❤️❤️❤️ It's hard work doing what you did and you pushed through and made it out on the other side. That's amazing! 🥰

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Shining Star

Cody thinks the world of you. His cyare has finally achieved their dreams!

Warnings: None. Just some fluffity fluff.

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You waited nervously behind the stage, fiddling with your robes and the tassel to your cap.

“Relax!” Your friend nudged you as she whispered. “He’ll be here!”

"I know..." You whispered back. "But...but what if he sees me and..."

"Stop." Your friend cut you off. "He's gonna see you and he's gonna be so kriffing proud. I know he is!"

You opened your mouth to respond but the line was moving. It was time to go.

***

Your name was called and you walked across the stage. Hardly listening to anything the announcer was saying, you focused on finding a certain Marshall Commander in the crowd. There he was, standing towards the back of the room. The anxiety that had been slowly creeping into your chest melted away, replaced by a euphoric sense of pride as the professor handed you your diploma. You beamed, locking eyes with the Commander. His face was strong and stoic but you could see the pride shimmering behind his serious demeanor as the lights from the stage lit up his eyes.

My cyare.

He stood tall in the crowd, stiffly at attention, giving you the respect you so deserved in the only way he knew how.

As you stood proudly, reciting your oaths beside your classmates, you kept your eyes on the Marshal Commander. His eyes hadn’t left yours for the entire ceremony and he wasn’t about to look away now - not at what was the happiest moment of your life so far.

The rest of the ceremony went by quickly.

You exited the stage, nearly skipping with an energized excitement, towards the back of the room where you'd seen him - but he wasn't there. The euphoric sense of excitement in your chest slowly ebbed.

Where had he gone? Did he really just leave without saying anything to you?

Your heart sank slightly. You'd known he was a busy man but at least he could've said goodbye - or at least commed you to tell you he couldn't stay. Tears of disappointment began to well behind your eyes as you walked back up to the front to grab your belongings. You didn't feel like celebrating. You knew the pride would return soon enough; you deserved this with or without Marshall Commander Cody there beside you. But right now you just wanted to go home.

Suddenly a hand wrapped itself around your wrist, yanking you into the waiting area behind the stage.

"Hey! I...." your shout of warning was cut off as a pair of warm lips met yours. Cody. He hadn't left after all.

Strong arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting you off your feet, spinning you around as he broke off the kiss.

Gone was that professional stiffness of a solider. A soft smile stretched across his lips as he gazed into your eyes. He set you gently back down onto your feet but didn't remove his hands from your waist.

"I'm so proud of you, cyar'ika." He said warmly in his deep, sensual voice. His eyes sparkled, caught in the lights from the dimly lit room. He placed a kiss to your forehead and brushed a stray hair from your face, tucking it safely back behind your ear.

"I told you that you could do it. I told you, you'd make it through and here we are."

The pride at your accomplishments swelled once again as you stood quickly onto your tip toes, throwing your arms around his neck.

"I did it!" You whispered gleefully, giggling with that rush of euphoria. "I did it!"

His lips met yours again and you closed your eyes, savoring every second of this momentous occasion.

"You did it cyar'ika!" He whispered back. "I love you so much! I'm so kriffing proud."

You pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes. "You know," you began, smiling, the feeling of euphoric pride still swelling inside. "I wasn't sure I'd make it this far."

"But you did!" Cody replied. "You did and you should be proud of yourself."

You nodded, "This is the proudest I've ever been. This is who I've wanted to be my whole life."

Cody's smile was dizzying as he looked down into your eyes, chest filled with pride. "When I met you, the first thing I noticed about you was your passion. You were so driven in everything you did. You love people. You want to heal and help. You want to see them thrive."

He placed another kiss to your forehead. "The world needs someone like you, cyar'ika. You're going to save so many lives."

I know nothing about medical school or graduating from medical school, so I hope that sounded okay! Congratulations again!

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[orcasoul]

Priceless

Summary: Takes place after Grogu leaves with Luke to train as a Padawan. The Razor Crest wasn't destroyed. Reader is/was Grogu's nanny. Din and reader are in love, although neither one has confessed their feelings at first. When Din leaves to track a bounty she stays at an Inn because the ship is too quiet without Grogu. She is abducted by slavers and of course our hero Din saves the day and makes them pay!

Warnings: Swearing, angst, graphic description of violence and torture, no use of your Y/N.

Italics indicate inward thinking.

You're jolted out of your dreamless sleep as the Razor Crest leaves the peaceful tranquillity of hyperspace to begin it's decent into Tatooine. Desert planets were you're least favourite to find yourself on. The immense heat, arid air and rough sand of these maker forsaken places were enough to drive even the most hardened survivalist insane. "Strap yourself in. We're descending." Din announced in a monotone voice. You shift to strap in while Din's gloved hands slip methodically over the many control buttons and levers. Watching him you can't help but marvel at the amount of sequences he has to remember just to land the ship. "Of all the planets for the bounty to hide out on he had to choose this dusty shit hole," you half laughed, half grumbled. "I hate sand." "It shouldn't take too long to track him down, a few days at most." Din informed you almost absently. He hadn't been himself since Grogu left to train with Luke.

When you first met him, Din wasn't a great conversationalist. It took a little while for him to warm up to you, and when he did you managed to slowly pull more and more conversations out of him, but you also knew when he needed to be left alone and respected that. But for the past three weeks he's barely uttered a word to you, except when it was absolutely necessary. Technically he'd spent most of those weeks tracking down quarries, but the days he was present were awkwardly silent. Gone were the moments of laughing together at whatever trouble Grogu had caused, gone were the moments where he would call you cyar'ika, cyare and mesh'la. (You'd never asked him what they meant, hoping that they conveyed some form of endearment, and afraid that if you questioned him, he'd abandon the notion altogether). Gone were the times where you would brush past each other and the contact would last a few seconds longer than necessary, gone were the moments of comfortable silence. Now all that remained are short sentences, grunts and nods.

You missed the little guy too and longed for Din to talk to you instead of allowing his grief to fester within. You wished he would ask you how you are feeling after everything that happened. Surely he could see how much you love and miss Grogu. But you also missed Din too and wished there was something you could do to bring him back to you. He was here but he wasn't here. Seeing the man you'd fallen head over heels for determined to suffer alone made you feel useless. All you want to do is comfort him. "I miss him too, Din," you offered again, hoping to get him to open up to you. Din's shoulders tensed at your words and you could feel the tension in the air thickening by the second. Unable to stand the silence you continue, "He's safe with Luke, you know that, right?" Din slowly turned his helmet towards you, lights from the cockpit controls reflecting off his beskar, making him look like a contemporary work of art.

After a few tense moments of silence Din sighed, "I know." You took that as a sign that maybe he was ready to talk. That hope spurred you on, "It hurt so much saying goodbye but we did the right thing, for his sake." You were met with silence. "And I miss you too, Din," You confessed. "You've hardly spoken to me since that day. You can always talk to me about him, I wish you would." "Mhhmm," was the only reply you got as Din turned back to the controls to steady the craft as it touched down onto the landing pad. After shutting the engine down Din abruptly got to his feet and marched out of the cockpit. "Well, that went well," You sighed to yourself as you hugged your legs up to your chest in the chair, leaning your chin on your knees. His angry departure crushed any hope of reaching out to him yet again.

Letting Grogu leave was the hardest thing Din has ever had to do. He missed his foundling every second of every day. The only times he didn't have time to dwell on the loss was when he was hunting. The familiar thrill of the chase and finally obtaining his quarry made him feel more like himself again. And as welcomed as the distraction is, it was always a short relief. The return to the Crest became painful now. He was used to grogu's excitable squeals and the way he would run to him or hold his arms out, and even though you'd still greet him, seeing you standing alone without the little womp rat in your arms made his heart hurt. It hurt so much more than he ever thought possible. Of course Grogu is safe with Luke and he'll be taught how to utilise his abilities with the force, but that knowledge didn't help to ease the longing and heartache he's consumed with every day.

Weather Grogu was here or with Luke, he is his son and always will be. But now he's no longer around and Din isn't sure how to process what he's feeling. He's always been a loner, never had anyone to care for. Then Grogu came into his life and turned it upside down in the best way possible. For the first time in his adult life he felt love. The kind of love only a parent can have for their child. He cherished him, protected him, and always put him first. He thought it couldn't get any better then you came along and taught him about another kind of love. A love so new and alien to him that he struggled to define it in the early days. A love that made him notice every little thing you say and do, committing to his memory every laugh, every sigh, every movement, every touch from you. A love that embedded itself deep into every part of his heart, body and soul. A love that yearned for you to be closer even when you were in the same room.

The bar you'd worked in on Coruscant was a dingy, roudy hole but your cheery disposition always made it seem brighter. Din found himself taking Grogu there for dinner most days while they were staying on coruscant while Din was tracking a bounty. Grogu was always happy to see you and you loved making a fuss of him, sometimes allowing him to sit behind the counter with you, when your boss wasn't around. That's when Din got the idea of asking you to accept a job as Grogu's nanny. He knew he couldn't keep risking the kids' safety on hunts and who better to take care of him than the woman he'd so obviously grown attached to? You'd jumped at the chance to care for the "Green Bean" (as you lovingly called him) and to explore the galaxy, the three of you settling into a comfortable routine over the past several months.

But now you had no one to care for and that frightened Din. He was afraid that you'd leave too. Any day could be his last with you and he couldn't face having to say goodbye to another person he loves. He'd always hidden his feelings beneath his stoic facade and inscrutable helmet, but there were times when he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and profess his unwavering love and appreciation for you. But he was afraid that such a revelation would ruin the dynamic of yours and his stable friendship. He was certain you wouldn't feel the same way about him. How could you when you can't even put a face to him? When he'd done some very questionable things in his line of work. After all, bounty hunters have a reputation of being quite cold and brutal. He could live with harbouring what his heart felt while you were a part of his life, but now he knows it's only a matter of time before you leave him too and after the loss of his son, your departure would be the last nail in the coffin for him. So to make the inevitable easier to bare he kept his distance, tried his best to quash any feelings and lingering thoughts of you and only spoke to you when necessary.

If only he knew that for the past few months you'd been pining for him as much as he has for you. You've never felt a love this deep for any man before and it scared you at first. Sure you'd had a few partners in the past but they were boys that always proved to be just that: Boys. But this man captivated you the more you got know him. For a man hidden in an indestructible shell, he had no problem allowing his care and tender devotion to his child to break through, and over time that care and tenderness had extended to you. And for that and so much more you had fallen hopelessly in love with him. If only he'd known that.

*******

Ascending the ladder to the cargo bay you see Din preparing his weapons, ready for his next hunt. You hated seeing him leave now that Grogu wasn't here, dreading the solitude and emptiness the Razor Crest imposed on you the moment he left. Usually you and grogu would find ways to entertain yourselves around the ship and when on safe planets, you would both explore the towns and countryside. But you'd been alone with only your thoughts to keep you company for the past few weeks and now that the same situation is upon you again, you're not sure you can take it. You need to be around people, you need a distraction. So you'd decided to rent a room at a local Inn instead of remaining cooped up here and losing your mind. While Din is busy inspecting his array of weapons, you grab your backpack and begin to fill it with the necessary items you'll need for a few days; Clothes, toiletries, your data pad and credits.

"What are you doing?" Din asked quizzically as he turned to face you, helmet titled to one side. Without looking at him you reply, "I can't stay here alone right now. It's too quiet without Grogu. Everywhere I turn on this ship I'm reminded of him. I'm going to rent a room in town until you return." Din's heart sank to his stomach at your decision and his mind began to spiral. Maybe this is her way of saying goodbye, maybe she won't want to come back, maybe this is it. He began to feel the hurt he'd been trying so hard to avoid all this time, causing him to react the way he knew best; Put up a wall, act like the cold, stoic Mandalorian he is. "If you want to leave, just leave. You don't have to make excuses," Din snapped. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his harsh tone. "I'm not making excuses," You reply in confusion. "I just don't want to be here alone, again. All I do is think about how much I miss the little "Green Bean." Your voice cracked a little when you referred to grogu with the endearing nickname you had given him. "You keep yourself busy but what am I supposed to do?" "You don't have to do anything," Din answered coldly. "Grogu's gone so you don't have to be here anymore."

He regretted the words the moment they slipped past his lips. He didn't mean it, of course he didn't, but in his urgent attempt to regain control of his emotions and to protect his already fragile heart he decided to give you a way out. What he didn't expect in return was the sharp gasp and heart-rending look painted across your face. He could see tears beginning to glisten in your eyes, your bottom lip slightly trembling as you fought to control it. It had dawned on him in that moment that you had in fact stayed here for him and that you cared for him more than he realised and now he'd gone and fucked everything up. "You want me to leave?" you whispered incredulously. "After all this time am I still just a nanny? Do I really mean so little to you?" Your cheeks flush as hot, salty tears begin to fall. Your words cut a fresh wound into Din's heart. He wanted to say something but your clear distress had him frozen to the spot. How could he have been so blind? How could he have treated you so cruelly?

You took his deafening silence as confirmation that you indeed mean nothing to him, shattering your heart and encasing it in sorrow. "I stayed after grogu left because I thought we cared about each other. I thought we were friends, Din. I Guess I Was wrong!" you cried. Turning away from him your hurt began to morph into anger. "Open the ramp!" you demanded balling your fists. You had to get out of here, away from Din, away from the Crest. You'd lost the only two people you cared for and the pain was soul crushing. But as you began to walk away he quickly reached out and grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. "Wait.... please!." There was a desperation in his voice you'd never heard before. It doused the boiling anger that had been coursing through your core. You look into the T-shaped visor nervously, heart hammering in your chest. "I don't want you to leave." Din voice was almost a whisper.

The normally confident and collected Mandalorian had suddenly become an entirely different entity, unsure and vulnerable. "You don't?" you ask with one eyebrow raised, unsure of where this conversation is going but at the same time filled with an ember of hope that maybe he does care about you after all. Din lowered his head and released your wrist. "No," he sighed. "I never wanted you to leave. We... we are friends, cyar'ika-" "Is this how you treat your friends? Ignore them for weeks and make them feel unwanted?" you press, with your arms crossed over your chest, hurt evident in your voice. Din lifted his visor to look into your eyes and for the first time since you've known him you wished you could see him without the helmet, to see if his face would betray just an inkling of his emotions towards you. Din cautiously lifted his hand to cup your cheek, wiping away your tears.

You could feel your face reddening again, this time from the unexpected show of affection. Your breath hitched in your chest as you waited for him to respond. "I'm sorry," Din lamented. "I'm so sorry for the way I've been treating you. I never wanted you to feel that way. I just..... I thought that with Grogu gone you'd move on too and....." Din's voice shook slightly. He was obviously not used to being so open, so you decided to allow him to continue at his own pace, patiently waiting for him to express himself. "I didn't want to lose you aswell." His sudden and raw honesty struck a chord deep within and before your mind could even catch up you reached up, placing your hand atop his still resting on your cheek, to comfort him. How you wished that you could help him through the grief he's been caging inside himself. "I miss the kid so much," he finally divulged. "Not being able to see him, hear him, be with him, it's like.... like sometimes I can't breath. And I was so sure you'd leave too. That's why.... that's why I pulled away from you, so it would hurt less when you do."

Din's shoulders slumped slightly after confessing to you, as if a weight had been lifted from him. But this feeling of vulnerability was new to him and he loathed it. It made him feel weak, anxious and unsure. He hated exposing this side of himself. If he could have physically gripped these emotions and squeezed the life out of them he would. But worse than how he felt about his "weakness", was seeing how much hurt his actions had caused you. He never wanted to see that heartbreaking look on your face again, never wanted to be the cause of your tears and if that meant bearing his soul to you now, so be it! "Oh Din," you cooed, soothingly, "I was never planning on leaving. I can't imagine my life without you in it. It was hard enough leaving Grogu. The last thing I want is to leave you too." Din breathed a sigh of relief as your reassuring words washed over him, cleansing him of his doubt and filling him with hope. "I'm sorry cyare," Din repeated. "I should have just been honest with you from the beginning." "Well now's your chance," you gently encouraged while bringing his hand down to your side, fingers interwoven with his.

You're right. He knows you're right. It's now or never. Even if you don't feel the same way at least he won't have to live his life wandering "what if?". "I'm in love with you," he professed, suddenly finding his confidence return. "I have been for a while. I love your beauty, your strength, your wit, and I love how you love Grogu." You must be dreaming! Was he really confessing his love for you? This man whom you love unconditionally, who means more to you than the very air you breath. A man whom you never imagined would reciprocate your love. Your head began to swim and you could feel your heart-rate picking up as your emotions overwhelmed you, filling you with joy and elation. A wide smile spread from cheek to cheek as you stared straight into the place where his eyes are behind his visor. You gently place both hands on the helmets' cheeks and tiptoe while bringing Din's head down. You close your eyes and bring his forehead to yours, knowing exactly what this gesture means to him. "I'm in love with you too, Din," you beamed. "You're eveything I've ever wanted."

Din released a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding as your words sank in, warming every nerve, every cell, every inch of his being. He'd often imagined this moment. Imagined he would finally tell you how much he loves you and that you'd tell him you loved him too. But now this moment is here he can see how the fantasy pales in comparison to reality. Here you are accepting his love and giving him yours in return. It's as if his heart has finally began to understand what it had been missing all these decades. Din slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up to your tiptoes and into his broad, armour plated chest. The cold beskar cannot eclipse the warmth radiating from both his arms and his heart right now and you can feel the intensity of it all in the way he's now holding you. You sigh happily while winding your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his clothed neck. Even through the fabric you can smell his unique scent, musk, leather, gunpowder, everything that makes him Din. The universe could end right now and you'd be happy to spend these last moments in his loving embrace.

Several blissful moments pass and Din delicately lowers you back down, Pulling his head back to look into your eyes, which are now glistening with love and adoration for him, his hands softly landing on your hips, while your hands hold onto his upper arms. Maker, how he wants to kiss you, rip his helmet off and kiss you! Maybe one day he'll get to do just that, when he makes you his Riddur. "So, you will be coming back, then?" he asks with a smirk. His helmet can hide it, but his voice can't. "Of course I will," you purred through the smile that seems to have taken up permanent residence on your face. "We have a lot to talk about when you return," you gushed. "And I hope we can talk about Grogu." The words came out almost timidly, afraid to upset him. "He means so much to both of us and I think it would be good for us to open up to each other about how this is really affecting us."

Hearing Grogu's name again brought another ache to Din's heart but now he knows he'll never have to bare this sorrow alone, that you'll be there for him and him for you. Somehow that assurance has already made expressing his grief seem less daunting. "Anything you want, meshla," Din hummed as he brought his thumb to smooth over the apple of your cheek. "Anything for you." You wanted to linger here for eternity, reveling in this intimate moment. But the universe will only give you so much of a good thing. You remember through your delirious haze that there's work to be done, work in order to survive in this galaxy. "Well," you begin while smoothing your hand over his wrist, "The sooner you catch your bounty, the sooner you can come back to me."

For the first time in his life, Din wished he didn't have to hunt down a fugitive. The excitement of the hunt and the satisfaction of the capture seemed insignificant now when all he wanted to do was hold you and tell you everything he'd been concealing for so long. But the logical and practical parts of his mind knew that living required credits, so as much as he hates it he knows he must leave. "Make sure to pack everything you'll need. I'll walk you to the town to find lodgings. Take this com so we can keep in touch." Din passed you a com and turned back to the weapons locker to finish his preparations. "If you need me for anything, contact me, anytime, okay?" "Okay," you reply, sidling up to him and pressing your head on his shoulder. "Please, be careful out there, Din. I love you." "I love you too, cyare," Din smiled under his helmet, leaning it gently on the crown of your head.

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The two smouldering suns had begun to rise as you and Din approached Mos Espa. Even though the dawn has just broken on the world the heat was already stifling. As you enter the town Din's soft leather clad hand settled on the small of your back, his head turning from left to right, checking for any signs of danger or unsavoury characters. Always on the alert, you mused while smiling slightly. This place seemed safe enough but the fact he's so protective of you makes your tummy flutter and you can't help but enjoy this new feeling of belonging, of being loved. As you both reach the main market street you see the vendors and traders setting up their stalls for another day of eking a living. "Over there." You point as Din's helmet follows your finger. "That place looks decent." You both stop in front of a small but very well looked after Inn. "The Lothcat Inn," you read while your eyes lit up at the cute picture beneath the words. "I love Lothcats. They're so cute I can't stand it," you chirped, your voice reaching a high pitch which in return earned a chuckle from Din. "After you...." Din gently ushers you inside, his hand not leaving your back.

After being given your keycard and dropping off your bag in your room it's time to say goodbye. You've seen Din off many times before, comforting Grogu and reassuring him that his dad will be back soon, but this time it feels different. So much still needed to be said, so much still needed to be discovered about each other and knowing that has to wait has you missing him already. You automatically squint as you and Din step out into the rising sunshines beating down without mercy, the surrounding Adobe brick and clay buildings bathed in a pinkish glow. The market is beginning to wake up. Street cries from hawkers, haggling and bargaining loudly fills the air, children running around laughing and getting under people's feet while their parents are distracted by the latest bargains, cafes and other businesses opening their doors to welcome customers. It's just what you need to keep your mind occupied for a few days.

"Do you have your com?" Din asks, a slight worry to his tone. "Right here," you responded with a smile, lifting your arm to reveal the com strapped to the inside of your wrist. "Good," Din breathed out in relief. "I'll contact you every morning and night to check in, but remember if you need me, if there's an emergency call me immediately, any time." Din's Voice relays the nervousness that is beginning to creep into his bones at the thought of leaving you here alone. At least on the Razor Crest he knew you were always safe. But he also understands that you need a change of scenery, so for your sake he doesn't object, despite his reservations. Sensing his obvious unease you hold his hands to try to soothe him, smoothing your thumbs over his gloved knuckles, feeling the cracks in the well worn leather. You tiptoe to reach for his forehead and Din brings his head down to meet you half way. Your eyes slip closed and you whisper, "You don't have to worry, Din. I'll be fine here, but if I need you I promise I will call you." The tension in Din's stance seems to alleviate slightly after the reassurance you just gave him.

"I'll be back in about three or four days, if all goes according to plan. I'll let you know when I'm close. I'll take the quarry to the ship, then come and get you." You feel the loss of his departure already and have to fight the lump threatening to form in your throat. "Take care out there, you hear me." It's your turn to worry now. "I will," Din promised "I love you." Your smile returned at hearing those words again. "I love you too," you cooed. Din slowly turns to walk away, your right hand still holding his for a few more precious seconds, fingers brushing against each others before they inevitably part. You smile lovingly as he takes one last look over his shoulder, then he's gone, swallowed by the growing crowd.

Part 2

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:o 34, 85, 48 with Din 🩵

ooo this is spicy. 18+.

warnings: super brief smut (din feels u up), jealous din, possessive din, friends turned lovers

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Din had a crush on you.

Not just a silly little thing where he thought you were cute, no.

The man was obsessed with you.

You were a soldier. Cara Dune introduced the two of you, and ever since then, you'd been partnered up with him to catch bounties.

Looking at your beautiful face day in and day out was agonizing, because he wanted to do something about his infatuation with you. He just didn't know when.

Timing always felt wrong. He never found a window of opportunity to tell you how he really felt about you—

until today.

You were both hunting a bounty on Tatooine, and you'd just come from Peli's place when another member of the guild saw you two, deciding it was a great time to chat you up. You stood in the middle of the sandy streets of Mos Espa as the man attempted (very poorly) to flirt with you.

Din's hands twitched at his sides as he ached to yank the man away from you and warn him to never talk to you again, but he couldn't. Din had no clue how you felt about him, so he couldn't risk pulling a stupid move and losing his partner.

The guy gave you his name, Elias you think, but you weren't paying much attention. You had your eyes on one man and one man only: Din Djarin.

It wasn't long after you parted ways with Elias and you both headed back to the Crest. Din was awfully quiet, but you didn't want to push it.

It was only later into the cycle that he still hadn't said anything, so you clambered up into the cockpit to sit in the co-captain's chair. You were in hyperspace at the moment, so the streaks of billions of stars lit up the small cabin brilliantly.

"Din," You called, and he turned his helmet back to you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, cyar'ika. Forget about it."

You slid out of your seat, standing beside Din now.

"No, c'mon, tell me." You plead, putting a hand on his shoulder. He tensed under your touch so you quickly moved your hand, but he was fast to wrap his large hand around your wrist. His touch was gentle, but sent jolts of electricity up your spine.

You look down at his visor which was already looking up at you, and he shook his head.

"I can't—" He sighs, and you wait for him to continue. "I can't stay professional any longer, cyar'ika." He confesses, and your heart leaps into your throat.

"What do you mean?" Your voice is meek, not sure which direction this conversation is going.

"I like you, a lot. More than just being your partner. I want to be with you." He explains.

"Din, how long have you felt like this?"

"Awhile."

"You should've told me," You coo. "I feel the same way."

"You do?"

You nod, and Din wraps his arms around you.

"Good to know, cyar'ika. Sit down on me." He gestures to his lap, and you do as he asks.

His hands to waistband of your pants.

"Can I?" His voice is soft through the modulator, and you nod. You lift your hips for him so he can easily slide off your pants, tossing them to the floor.

You take the liberty of discarding your underwear as well, and Din can't hold back a groan.

You sat back down on him, and he taps your thighs.

"Be a good girl for me and spread your legs."

You bite down on your bottom lip as you expose your glistening heat to Din, and he can't help but move his hands toward you. You give him the go-ahead to touch you, and he slides his leather-bound fingers through your folds. He holds them up to your mouth, wanting you to taste yourself.

"Open." And you do, tasting the tanginess of yourself mixed with leather. It was purely erotic.

"Gonna fuck this perfect cunt so hard that you're going to forget that man's name," He groans, fingers moving back down to work over your clit. You moan his name loudly, the sound of your desperate, needy voice reverberating around the cabin.

"Gonna ruin every other man in the galaxy for you, cyar'ika. That's a promise."

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On The Other Side

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Summary: Mos Pelgo flourished under Cobb's watch. The only problems he dragged you along to deal with were Tusken Raiders, a krayt dragon, and the occasional rough stranger passing through. No big deal, right?

Chapter I: Monsters and Trouble

Beep.

Beep. Beep.

Beep.

The insistent beeping from your comlink drags you from a fitful sleep and you fumble for the small device.

When it manages to avoid your fingers, you sit up. A low growl of anger bubbles up in your chest as you swipe it off the rickety table to your right, pressing the small button to answer.

"This better be good, Vanth."

No one else besides Cyar'ika would com you. If she wanted to speak with you she would have just come in and jibbered something along the line of 'get up' in Ewokese.

So, you could already imagine Cobb's eyes crinkling as he chuckles before answering, "Trust me, it is. I figured out a way to get the Tuskens to leave us be. Meet me in The Oasis in a few?"

A glance at the sun spilling across the sand-covered floor of your room lets you know you wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. But it wasn't like you were getting a good sleep anyway.

A heavy sigh tumbles from your lips as you mutter into the comlink, "I'll be there."

Cobb croons back immediately, "Atta boy."

Damn him and his smooth voice. Didn't you promise yourself you wouldn't be swayed by men like him ages ago?

You roll out of bed, sweat making your shirt stick to your back as you tread over to the small chest tucked into the corner of your room.

The house you stayed in with Cyar’ika was small so there wasn't room for much else other than the few bits of furniture you had. Which wasn't much, considering a bookshelf took up a majority of the room.

The shelf was stacked with a variety of books, all of which you kept as pristine as you could, since physical copies of books were almost non-existent in the Outer Rim Territories.

They were your pride and joy. One of the few things you actually cared to look after, alongside the old lady.

You nudge the small chest open with one foot before crouching down to dig out your outfit for the day.

Honestly, you didn't have much to choose from. Tatooine's climate saw to that.

You hesitate when you notice the armor sitting neatly on top of your other clothes. You couldn't remember much of your parents other than the pieces of armor they left with you.

Your mother's helmet, shoulder pauldrons, knee-pads, and thigh guards.

And your father's vambrace, breastplate and shin guards.

Your fingers ran over each one as you pulled them out and set them on your bed, deciding to leave the helmet.

In a way, it felt wrong to wear it. As if you weren't worthy of such yet. Honestly, you didn’t know if you would ever be. Which was another reason you often left the helmet behind, tucked away safely in the chest.

"Luufi are you up?" It wasn't that surprising to hear Cyar'ika this early.

She probably stayed up making Ahrisa all night again. Molding that spicy bread into something edible was a hobby she excelled at. Something you grew to appreciate.

"Yes, I'm up." You call back before tugging off the ratty sleep shirt that clung to your back.

Cyar'ika appeared at your door nearly giving you a heart attack. How she moved so quietly or quickly for her age will never cease to amaze you.

"You're going into town again, aren't you?" You wouldn't exactly call Mos Pelgo a town. It was more like a tiny village considering its population. Then again, you'd heard Cobb call it Freetown before.

"Yes, Cobb asked for me." Cyar'ika shook her head before wagging a finger at you.

"Now you listen here! Every time you go around that boy you end up coming home with more scratches than what you left with." A grimace crawls across your face as your old lady begins her rant. "A few weeks ago you went to meet with him about some raiders and came back with blaster burns. And just a day ago you met with him only to come home with three knife wounds. If you come back with any new hurts I'm gonna have to go talk to this Cobb Vanth myself. Understood? You're not some piece of meat to be used as he sees fit!"

She huffs a breath after spewing all of that and you stand silently by waiting to see if she has anything else to add.

After some more angry huffing, she raises a brow at you. You take that as a sign to speak up.

"Cyar'ika, he just wants to talk this time." She shakes her head again before chittering furiously in Ewokese. Something along the lines of 'stupid boys' and 'always getting into trouble'. From what you could pick out anyway.

Her fierce eyes pin you in your spot as she grunts, "He better. I'm serious about going to see him if you get hurt again, Luufi." You nod solemnly, uttering a low 'of course'.

There was no point in telling her you would most likely end up doing something stupid.

Each outing to meet Cobb ended the same. You'd both go somewhere trying to follow Cobb's patchy plan then you'd both end up limping home.

He was a smart man, but sometimes he chose the wrong path to follow. Maybe that's why you found it hard to stay away from him.

You'd hate for such a guy to end up dead somewhere and no one would know about it. Cobb deserved more than that. He proved so to you every day by protecting Mos Pelgo. Kind of like what you believe your parents did.

You finally end up making your way out of the shared home after tugging on your scuffed boots and snagging your blaster from under your pillow.

It didn't take long to walk that familiar path to the cantina. Walking in you weren't too surprised to see Cobb MIA. Usually when he contacted you he was out somewhere dealing with a few Marshal things. That's what you had taken to calling them anyway.

"Hey Taanti, how's it going?" The Weequay bartender ended up becoming one of your closest friends in Mos Pelgo. His aloof nature usually kept most at bay, but you were lucky enough to earn his friendship when you saved him ages ago during the fight with the Mining Collective.

You still didn't let Cobb live that down. He had let you take out most of the group alone while looking for rockets to 'finish them off' as he put it.

Taanti hums, mindlessly wiping off a glass, "It's going. You know not a lot happens all the way out here. Except with those kriffing Tuskens and that sand dragon."

A snort leaves you as you take a seat further in the cantina, facing the doorway. This was the best place to sit and clean your blaster while waiting for Cobb. As well as speak to Taanti if you want.

"You've run into more trouble with them?" Unease stirs your gut as he slams the glass on the bar growling lowly in a language you don't recognize.

"They took out this small group of traders I had a good connection with. It made what little stock I have plummet." He sighs before straightening up, grabbing another glass to clean. "I suppose nothin' can really be done about them."

You can't help the small smile you send his way. He frowns when he notices.

"Don't tell me the Marshal-" Taanti cuts himself off when a figure darkens the doorway to the cantina.

Your heart somersaults in your chest at the sight of the fully beskar clad Mandalorian.

Taanti stiffens, glancing at you before focusing on the Mandalorian. There was only one reason a Mandalorian would be in this nearly isolated town.

He was hunting someone.

Tannti, remaining his usual aloof self, examines the Mandalorian before saying, "Can I help you?"

The Mandalorian looks straight over at you before approaching the bar and leaning against it.

"I'm looking for a Mandalorian." When he speaks you can't help shuddering. The voice modulator he had in his helmet did little to hide the timber of his voice. And the way he stood, there was a quiet air of confidence around him that spoke volumes of what he was capable of.

Dank farrik you were screwed.

If he was here for you, you wouldn't put up much of a fight. There was no point trying to fight a Mandalorian. Especially since you didn’t want to drag anyone else into problems from your past. You guess someone scraped up enough credits to take you down after what you did.

"Well, we don't get many visitors in these parts. Can you describe him?" Tannti looks down at the glass in his hand. You can tell the Mandalorian's presence unnerves him.

"Someone who looks like me." The Mandalorian leans back and you can feel his eyes burning into you from behind the helmet. You try to ignore him and focus on cleaning your blaster, but you notice Tannti looking over at you too.

"You mean the Marshal?" The glare you throw Tannti's way is enough to keep him from mentioning you as well.

The armor you wore, however, was glaringly obvious. It was what kept drawing the Mandalorians attention to you. You didn't have a doubt in your mind that he would want to take it. But it was rightfully yours.

The Mandalorian continues to look at you as he questions Tannti, "Your Marshal wears Mandalorian armor?" He didn't sound too happy to learn this. Then again he wasn't exactly mad about it, just curious and maybe confused. It was hard to tell with the helmet masking his facial expression.

When another figure darkens the doorway to the cantina, you feel yourself relax.

Tannti looks over at the same time you do, stating, "Well, see for yourself."

As the Mandalorian turns to face Cobb you finally see the little green creature messing around with the spittoon pot by the doors. Ugh, what in the Maker is that?

The creature's round eyes peer at you over the lip of the spittoon and you feel a smile tug at the corner of your lips. It was kinda cute... In a weird way.

The creature coos and wobbles over to you making you glance nervously at the Mandalorian. Luckily he seems to be focused on Cobb. His stance relaxes a bit at the sight of someone that looks like him.

"What brings you here, stranger?" Cobb speaks up after the two men examine each other. He was excited to see a real Mandalorian up close. Funny how you could easily read Cobb with the helmet on, but not the Mandalorian.

"I've been searching for you for many parsecs." He utters in a notably softer tone than when speaking to Tannti.

Cobb being Cobb motions to himself with a flourish while humming, "Well, now you found me." He makes his way up to Taanti.

"Weequay, two snorts of spotchka." He hums, taking the offered bottle and two cups from Taanti before moving over to a table. "Why don't you join me for a drink?"

He makes his way past the Mandalorian to a table sitting down. As he goes to remove the helmet you notice how the Mandalorian stops in his tracks following Cobb. You click the last piece of your blaster back in place and see the Mandalorian go ridged.

Well, that wasn't a good sign.

You guess in Mandalorian culture someone who wasn't a Mandalorian shouldn't wear the armor. How much of a sin that was to them you didn't know. If you had to help Cobb fight a Mandalorian you would.

Small taloned fingers gripping your pants leg pull your attention off the stiff Mandalorian and down to the green creature.

Cobb continues on speaking as if he weren't in any danger, "I've never met a real Mandalorian." You can hear him chuckle as you focus on the creature. "Heard stories. I know you're good at killing. And probably none too happy to see me wearing this hardware. So… I figure only one of us walking out of here. But then I see the little guy… and I think, maybe I pegged you wrong."

"Who are you?" The Mandalorian stiffly questions Cobb. And you know that having the creature so close to you makes the Mandalorian even more uncomfortable if how he shifts is anything to go off of.

Cobb jovially introduces himself as the Marshal of Mos Pelgo while the Mandalorian looks between you two.

"Where did you get the armor?" He was so stiff you worry that one wrong move would make him shatter.

You catch the glance Cobb throws your way. You had already heard the story a million times. He bought it off some Jawas.

"Hand it over." At the low order you glance down at the little green creature.

You couldn't exactly blame the Mandalorian. If you traveled to many parsecs looking for more of your kind only to find a fake you'd be mad too. Especially since there were hardly any Mandalorians left in the galaxy. What little hope he had of speaking with someone of his Creed must have been dashed.

Even from your place hesitantly handing the creature a piece of Ahrisa bread from Cyar'ika you can hear Cobb straighten up.

"Look, pal, I'm sure you call the shots where you come from, but 'round here, I'm the one who tells folks what to do."

The Mandalorian steps closer to Cobb firmly stating, "Take it off." His hand hovers over the blaster at his side. "Or I will."

The creature by then has managed to crawl into your lap. How he managed to pull his tiny body up to you goes over your head. The little monster was oblivious to the danger, reaching for the rest of your bread. Him being literally in your hands puts you in a bad position, considering the creature belongs to the Mandalorian who was currently facing off against your friend. And his gaze was honed in on you, occasionally flicking back to Cobb.

"We gonna do this in front o' the kid?" Your idiot of a friend questions with a tilt of his head, pointing at the creature. A shiver rolls down your spine and the creature coos, tilting his head to peer up at you as if he can sense your unease.

"He's seen worse." The Mandalorian utters and you suddenly realize you were holding the hunter's kid.

Shit.

Cobb sighs, "Right here, then?"

"Right here." The Mandalorian stands his ground as Cobb slowly stands.

You knew Cobb was smarter than this. He might pick the wrong path to follow going after raiders or the Tuskens, but he wouldn't willingly put anyone except himself in danger. If anything you both had more monsters and trouble to worry about than a Mandalorian wanting armor returned to his people. Cobb had to come up with something quickly. Hopefully, the Mandalorian didn't have an itchy trigger finger.

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Star Wars Masterlist

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Luufi - Ewokese for flower.

Cyar'ika - Mando'a for sweetheart, beloved, or darling. In this case, your old lady is known as Sweetheart/Darling, depending on which one you like more. Even Beloved could work if you like that one better than the others.

Aikiyc beroya - Mando'a for desperate bounty hunter.

AN: I honestly don't know if I'm writing the Mando'a words right because there isn't really a lot in the Mando'a dictionary to begin with, but I believe I did well. The Mando'a translator helps.

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