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barnes-dameron · 3 years

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Heat Signatures

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The Mandalorian x reader

Summary: The Mandalorian spots something interesting when you’re in a his line of vision while he’s looking with his thermal tech...

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Got this idea when I saw Chapter 10, and Mando’s thermal tech. Some sexual implications but, no new season spoilers here!

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The Mandalorian sighed as the bounty he has been looking for runs from him. It’s not that he was disappointed, but was annoyed to say the least. They always ran, thinking they can get away and escape, but in the end they’ll be frozen in carbonite. It was exciting when he was a relatively new bounty hunter, the thrill of the hunt giving him an adrenaline rush. But at this point in his life, with you and kid now with him, he’d like to settle for a new routine.

Din looked around at his surroundings, the forest wasn’t dense, and the ground was soft enough to leave footprints in the wake of a traveler. Towards his side, he saw you with the Child, the little womp rat chasing a frog much to your amusement. He had to admit that it was nice having you around to look after the kid so he can go out and hunt for his bounty without worrying about him. But that wasn’t the only reason he likes having you around...

The Mandalorian prided himself for keeping his emotions in check, but ever since you came along, he lost all sense of self control. He found himself staring at you at times longer than he should. He would try to find bounties on planets that he’d thought you would enjoy. Din would even bring back indigenous plants back to the ship after hunts since you mentioned one time how you wanted a plant to brighten up the seemingly dreary ship.

Din sighed once again as he slung his blaster into his holster. He couldn’t let his feelings for you distract him from his mission. He reached up to the side of his helmet, activating his thermal technology, and began tracking his target.

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You observed the Mandalorian disappearing into the tree line, not saying a word to you before his departure. Your heart sank a bit in seeing him leave, silently afraid that he might not come back. It was always a fear that you held in your heart, but it quickly subsided whenever he returned. You basked in his company, even if he didn’t say much. The beskar clad figure provided comfort and security to you that no else could. It wasn’t the security as in protection, but the security of knowing that your heart is safe in his hands. Only if he knew that he had it...

You watched the Child prance around the grass in search for the frog that he took interest in. The little green guy’s face was scrunched up in concentration as he pulled back the blades of grass that was taller than him. For a minute, he looked like he was imitating his dad. You couldn’t help but laugh at the little reenactment.

You stood up from your place on the ground, looking down to better keep track of the Child. You were focusing on the Child with such intent, that you didn’t even notice the Mandalorian returning.

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The Mandalorian came back trailing the gagged and bound bounty behind him. It was easy to target him with the bounty’s contradicting heat signatures compared to the ones of trees and foliage around him. He was so caught up with capturing the guy, that he forgot to switch off the thermal tech. It was a bit annoying to travel through the forest like this, but he didn’t have the time. He just wanted to get back to the ship and freeze this guy.

Din knew he was close when he spotted you in the clearing, your hands on your hips as you stare down towards the floor, probably looking at the Child. He neared the treeline, and grunted when he gave a final pull of the bounty before letting it go in relief. The Mandalorian watched as you looked up towards him. Though he couldn’t see the expression on your face, he saw a red blot brighten in your chest and face compared to your yellow figure. He watched as you brought a hand to rest over your heart.

“You scared me,” you breathed out, sighing in relief after realizing it was him.

“I didn’t mean to,” he replied, before motioning to the bounty below him. “Help me get him to the ship.”

You approached him, brushing past him while positioning yourself on the other side of the bounty. Din couldn’t help but notice that heat bloomed on the spot where your bodies momentarily touched. It was normal for some heat to be created through a simple interaction, but he never anticipated that much. Why were you suddenly burning up when he touched you?

He put it out of his mind for now, and concentrated on getting the bounty to the ship. But curiosity still gripped Din, so he looked down at the bound prisoner, examining his heat signatures. The friction from your grip on his arm was warm, but not as hot from when Din saw you upon his arrival or when he touched you. Din had to admit that at times he would get warm when you would touch him, but that wasn’t often. Of course, it only occurred when you needed to walk behind him in the tight ship and you would place your hand near his waist to signal him that you needed to get through. Whenever this happened, Din would feel the heat run to his face. He relished in those little touches, and he began to wonder if you felt the same way.

You released your hold on the bounty, dropping him in front of the carbonite freezer upon the Razor Crest.

“I’m going to grab the kid so we can go,” you said, motioning towards the open hatch before beginning to make your way out.

“Good,” Din replied. “Thank you.”

Din watched as you stopped in your tracks, looking back at him.

“Your welcome,” you returned, giving him a smile before exiting the ship.

That smile. That damn smile. You didn’t need to touch him to make him blush. Even if the smile was distorted, he committed your signature grin to memory. He silently thanked the helmet and his Creed while he shoved the bounty into the freezer.

Din needed to know if there was any inclination that you might share the same feelings for him that he has for you. He can’t go on like this. Din turned off his thermal tech, and headed up to the cockpit. He heard you and Child board the ship, and set the coordinates to Navarro.

The Mandalorian sat in the pilot’s seat contemplating his options, but ultimately coming up short. Knowingly creating an emotional connection with someone wasn’t his forte, and every time he thought he had some idea, he immediately discarded it. Din threw his head back, sighing heavily. Maybe he was going about this wrong. He was trying to approach as an experienced seducer, something he clearly wasn’t. Din quickly realizes that he should be approaching this as a hunter, something he clearly was. Din reached up and turned his thermal tech back on, and went out to search for you.

He climbed down the ladder, and turned to find you sitting in the haul, disassembling and cleaning the blaster’s parts. Din knew you were aware of his presence, making his plan all the better.

“Where’s the kid?” he asked, scanning the haul.

“He’s sleeping,” you replied, looking at the part you’re cleaning with concentration. “Little guy was tired from chasing around that frog all day today. You must be too after dragging that bounty.”

“Far from it,” Din said. “You’d be surprised how long I can last before getting tired.”

Din watched as your movements slowed, but still not meeting his eye. Red heat signatures bloomed in your chest and cheeks, and he noticed a temporary change in your breathing. He usually wouldn’t make any suggestive comments to you, but this was his only way to see if what he hopes for is true.

“Must be hard,” you breathed out, shaking your head slightly.

“Yeah,” he said, taking one step towards you. “But some things are harder.”

Din watched as the red blots in your heat signature grew, and how a another one appeared in the area between your legs. Blood rushed to Din’s cock when he saw the red spot, but he evened his breathing to hide his slight discomfort from the tightening in his pants. He knew he should stop this while he already got his answer, but he couldn’t help himself. Din bent down near your figure, placing a hand on top of yours, which was gripping the barrel of the blaster.

“Make sure to keep a tight grip when handling something like this,” he instructed, dropping his voice to sound deeper.

Din heard you take a shaking breath before wrenching your hand away from his. You stood up quickly; your back straightened, your thighs closed together, and your breathing was irregular.

“I’m going to go and check on the kid,” you said in rush, forgetting about the half-cleaned, disassembled blaster that was lying on the floor.

Din watched you disappear into his bunk, and quickly shut the door. He got up from his place on the floor, turning off his thermal vision. Din stared at the door for a long while, once again weighing his options. He got his answers, and was pleased with his results, but he didn’t plan out what to do when he got this far. But he was a hunter, and you were his prey.

Din took a deep breath, and walked to his bunker door.

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#the mandalorian #mandalorain #mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #star wars #fanfic #fluff #angst #mandalorian season 2 #mandalorian season 1 #baby yoda

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mandofury · 2 years

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Drawing of Love

Fandoms: The Mandalorian

Pairings: Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth

Characters: Din Djarin, Cobb Vanth, and Grogu

Tags: Clan of three, fluff, family dynamic, father figures, drawing

Rated: G

Word Count: 564

Summary: Grogu makes a surprise for his two dads.

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namjoon-koya · 4 years

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Mando going shopping (ok, being dragged along) with his mentee/apprentice?

Surprise

You let out a grunt as you tried pushing Mando out the ship but he wouldn’t move! He couldn’t be THAT strong right? Nope you underestimated him “MANDO MOVE!” You shout.

The child curiously looked at you both struggle against each other “why do you want to go so badly?” Mando asked as he was watched you struggle “because! It’s good to get- some air! And we always- JUST MOVE!” You shout.

Mando sighed before finally moving you almost tripped but you quickly caught yourself from face-planting the hard floor “fine let’s go.” He said as he picked up the child.

You threw your hands up in the air “finally I won something against you!” You said happily as you followed Mando out the ship.

The walk was quiet, often the child would let out small coos as he looked at everything “see? It’s good to go out he needs some fresh air.” You said smiling at Mando he doesn’t say anything as he continues to walk along side you.

Mando couldn’t believe he let himself be convinced by his apprentice.. but whenever you were happy he was too.

Finally the three of you made it to the stores within the village “c’mon Mando!” You gripped your hand in his before dragging him along with you he quickly followed behind you.

You kept looking for something but Mando couldn’t tell what you were looking for.. was there something that really interested you that much? You moved onto the next shop only to move onto the next.

Mando continues to follow you he wanted to complain badly but you seemed so focused.. he looked down at the child as he looked back up at him “they’re taking forever aren’t they..” the child only cooed.

Mando was going to say something to you but you quickly rushed out the store “Y/N? What’s wrong?” You had a smirk on your face as you hid your hands behind your back.

“Hold our your wrist.” Mando just looks at you “why?..”

“JUST DO IT!” He sighs before holding the child with one arm and extending his other to you “now close your eyes.”

“Y/N-“

“Just do it.” He shuts his eyes waiting for the surprise you had for him, he felt you put something on his wrist “now open them!”

When he does he quickly looks at his wrist, it was a bracelet it had black and white beads around it he looks over at you and notices you have the same bracelet like him.

“Now we’re matching huh?”

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dinthehottotty · 3 years

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Little Lights

Summary: Din takes you to an emergency medical outlet when you think you’ve got appendicitis. Heads up. It’s not.

Rating: M, +18

Warnings: Angst, fluff, depictions of blood, unknown pregnancy, premature babies, mentions of ass eating and other suggestive language. (I have put very little research into this... If it’s not accurate. it’s fiction.) This ends much softer than I anticipated.

“You’re making the weird face again,” Din reminds you. Letting out a slow deep breath, you glance over at him.

“Mhmm. Just... one sec...” You agree. Instead of resorting to the awkward, polite smile, you squeeze your eyes shut for the duration of the awful cramps. “Oof,” you grunt when it eases away. “It’s kind of going in waves.”

“Are you okay?” Din demands, moving to your side.

“Yeah, probably just something I ate, you know my stomach’s been all over the place.” Din glances around the new ship, uncomfortable.

“Do you think you need medical attention?” He’s crowding you, as you wave your hand dismissively.

“I think I’m either about to get a bad menstrual cycle or something’s not agreeing with me, you know?” Din unlatches his helmet and removes it. A rare occurrence, but you can see the concern on his face. He leans forward to kiss your forehead. He’d only recently started to show you his face, the kid’s been with the jedi almost a year now. Almost a year since he gave up the creed.

Your lover still liked to make out in the dark, he only occasionally took off his helmet to eat with you at the little table shoved in the corner of the hull. He was slowly getting better about showing you. More than anything though, he took the helmet off to kiss you. It was always one of those things you loved. Him leaning down to kiss you before he left. If you were still exhausted from the last bounty - which was becoming more frequent lately - he would crawl into the bed you’d shoved into a small alcove.

He said it reminded him of the crest. You suspect he’s a little homesick of his old ship, even if he likes this one better.

“I’m worried about you. I think you’re sick,” the Mandalorian urges.

“I’ve probably just developed irritable bowel syndrome from those awful ration packets, but when we get to Nevarro, I’ll see a doctor, okay?” His eyes soften and there’s something about the sweet look he gives you, his open expressions of devotion that’s stirring something down low.

“I would really like that,” he murmurs.

“Do you want to help me with my cramps?” You asks playfully, suggestively. His eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise and he gives you a quiet laugh.

“I don’t know if this is the time for that if you think you’re having bowel issues.” You giggle back and shimmy closer.

“What can I say, you’re just really hot. To be fair, you’ve eaten my ass,” you respond and he laughs a little more. There’s so much affection in his gaze, you feel floaty. You would have never expected him to be hiding all of that under his helmet.

“Let me catch this baby bounty and get you to Nevarro first.” Baby bounty was a term you’d got him saying. A reference to a quick and easy bounty.

“Okay, okay,.. but what if I just blew you a little?” You try. He breaks out into actual laughter at this, pulling you flush with himself.

“If you’re feeling better when I get back, I’ll eat you out until we hit Nevarro, got it?” Your giggles fill the air.

“I might shave while you’re gone then...” you hum and he noses behind your ear.

“Insatiable thing,” he rumbles. You allow yourself to lean against him. His hands find the hem of your shirt - gloves sliding over your aching back. “Go take a long shower, if I have time, I’ll grab you something to eat other than ration packets.

“I’m not even hungry right now,” you respond.

“You might be when I get back,” he counters. This. Right here. Was the best your life would get. You feel a knot start in your chest when your mandalorain walks away. Like this would change. The anxiety induced by him leaving was spurring on one thought.

I’m going to die.

It was an absurd thought. You were just cramping pretty bad. Right?

...

When Din comes back with the bounty tagging along in cuffs, the fresher is still running. He moves the bounty into the carbonite chamber before going to check on you. The knock on the door is only answered by a whimper.

You look up at him when the door flies open, curled up under the water.

“What’s wrong?” He demands, the food he’d had set on the floor so he can crumble to his knees beside you.

“It fucking hurts! Like the worst cramps of my life! The water helps but I think I pissed myself it hurts so bad.”

“There’s got to be an emergency center on this planet. Do you want me to move you to the bed?”

“No, no, please.” Din’s fluttering around you nervously.

“I’ll be right back.” You are wishing you’d just black out by now. When the ship takes off, you assume he’s moving closer to an emergency clinic. Had the last bounty exposed you to some kind of neurotoxin? Was your apendix about to explode? Even you back hurt.

Within minutes you were landing again. When Din finally had returned you couldn’t hold back the cries of pain, tears welling in your eyes. “Come on,” he urges, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel to dry you quickly. He hoists you off the floor when he’s satisfied. “Gotta get some clothes on you.”

“Just grab a blanket, please!” You’re thankful he’s so calm as he takes you back to bed. He settles you until your wrapped up in the blanket before hoisting you back up and marching off the ship.

The sights around you surprise. “DID YOU LAND IN A BAZAAR?” You gasp.

“Yes, it’s closer.” He answers, marching across the crowd of people staring and whispering. The pain comes back full swing at this moment and you have to ignore them as he carries you into a building.

“Welcome to-” a nurse droid starts to say.

“Get her a bed.” Din snarls.

“Sir, there are other people waiting.” the receptionist starts to scold when you twist in his arms to glare at her. “Triage is right this way,” she gestures when Din stalks right up to the desk.

“You two can come this way.” A nurse calls and Din doesn’t linger by the receptionist. The curtain is drawn as he lowers you onto the bed. You wheeze through the pain as it thankfully lifts again. “Tell me what’s going on.” The nurse ask, as she sets up a contraption above you.

“She started off with cramping but it’s gotten worse over the course of the last few hours.”

“Is it just your stomach? Any recent injuries?”

“At first it was. My back hurts now too. Laying down’s making it worse. Does appendicitis radiate?”

“No injuries at least not this week.” Lights start flashing as she hooks something onto your arm. Getting vitals. Quickly they’re appearing in red on the hallopad. Blood pressure and pulse up.

You snag Din’s hand when another cramp wrecks you. You groan through your teeth.

The nurse pause then glances nervously between you. “Are you sexually active?" The nurse asks.

"Yeah," you grit out. "But I've got an implant. Just replaced six months ago." The nurse turns towards you.

"Let's rule out pregnancy, okay?" The nurse urges. "Can I do a quick pelvic exam?"

"Please just do whatever you have to," your voice breaks as the pain stops again. You're watching the nurses face as she leans down. It's when her mouth presses into a thin line that your heart sinks as her hand prods.

You yelp when something feels like it jabs you. "What the hell was that!"

"Get the doctor." She tells the Droid. And off it goes.

"What?" Din demands.

The nurse holds something up, the little 'T' shape makes your eyes fly wide. "DID YOU JUST PULL MY IUD OUT WITH YOUR HAND!" Your shriek has Din's hand hovering over his blaster.

"Yes. Hanging out out of one side of your cervix." She replies.

"One side?" You whimper. She nods at you, her face morbid.

"You're cervix has begun to dilate. We need to get you an ultrasound. Stat. You're probably not far along." You're world is spinning, tilting, flying apart. Dread begins to fill you. "I suspect your IUD wasn't placed right." Tears are spilling over.

What have I done? You cry. You should have known! How could you not know!

"What does that mean?" Din hovers. "What's happening!?" You can hear the panic in your voice but you can't respond.

"She's in active labor," the nurse explains just as a doctor walks in, followed closely by the doctor. "Judging by the size of you're belly, not very far along."

"Pregnant?" Din whispers, too stunned to respond beyond that. The nurse is yelling in the hallway for something after she passes the IUD off to the doctor.

"Let's have a look then," the doctor murmurs to himself sliding on gloves.

Din glances at you for a long moment, just as another contraction starts. Only now your moaning, and mourning.

While Din's demanding, you've been counting. You've been insatiable for months. You've been sick on and off for ages. The cravings, the mood swings, the tender breasts. How could you have not seen. Hell you thought the fluttering in your belly was gas.

No prenatal care.

There was no way this baby was full term. Being this premature, you feel nothing but dread at the life you've neglected inside of you. You just close your eyes through the contraction and the tears.

"When was your last cycle? Dr. Xi'us, by the way." The doctor asks.

"I don't know," you mutter.

“Is she okay?” He asks.

“Premature labor.”

“I didn’t ask that! I asked if my wife is okay?”

“It’s not so simple, sir. She’s had very little prenatal care. She could have gone into labor from illness, infection-”

Something smooth slides over your cheek. When you open your eyes, it's Din, hovering over you, gloved fingers stroking your face.

"It'll be okay." He promises.

"I'm sorry, I should have known."

"You'll be okay," he murmurs to you.

"But the baby- Din, the baby." He smooths your hair back. "It'll be too little."

"I just need you," he begs. Your heart breaks. It breaks at the strain to his voice. It breaks at the shaking of his hands. It breaks because couples are supposed to be kissing and smiling and saying things like ‘I hope the baby has your nose’. Instead, you have the most dangerous bounty hunter in the galaxy... choosing you over your baby. Din is choosing you over your child. It crushes you.

“Gonna feel some cold gel-” When did the nurse come back? Din’s helmet presses against your head. You could hear him helplessly repeating the same thing.

You’ll be okay.

The probe presses to your belly and-

Wom wom wom wom wom wom wom.

That’s a heart beat. Terror rises in you because somehow, you were hoping that this wasn’t actually a baby. You were hoping that it was actually your appendix bursting. That way it wouldn’t have killed your baby.

“The baby’s further along than I thought.” Doctor is watching over the shoulder of the nurse.

Another contraction.

“That will still be cutting it close,” he continues, as if you weren’t writhing in pain. “You’re baby can’t be more than 28 weeks. I suppose just let me know when you feel like pushing,” the doctor nudges.

“Can’t you give me something to delay labor until full term?” You demand. He shakes his head.

“No, you’re too far into labor for that.” You look at the nurse desperately. She was giving you a worried look, her eyes holding your own. You close them, accepting that this was happening.

“Do you want to know the gender?”

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“So you’re ready to push, huh?” The doctor calls out.

You glower at him under your arm. You were already on your knees on the bed, gripping the head board, bent over. You couldn’t help but bear down and groan.

“We’re gonna need you to lie on your back dear.”

“Fuck off,” you snarl and grab Din’s hand. The doctor startles.

“She pushes in whatever position she wants,” Din calls out, you feel his hands rubbing your back as he says becomes more hostile. Oh, bless him.

You’d barely spoken to each other in the last hour, both just absorbing the news that you’d created life. Twenty minutes was spent with the nurse droid helping you find a comfortable position.

“Really, the back is-” Din shifts, you glance up to see his blaster pulled.

“She doesn’t want to push on her back.”

“Fine, fine. Put the blaster away, sir.” The doctor lined up behind you.

Between pushes, Din continues to caress you, leaning close to your ear to hum into you ear. “You’re doing great.” More sweating and pushing. “You’ll be okay.”

You lean over to Din in between pushing attempts and kiss his helmet over his mouth. When you went to resume pushing, your Mando leans into your ear. “I love you,” he murmurs. It feels good to hear him say that.

“Here comes the head-” Something shifted lower. “Come on, just the shoulders now.”

“Come on, cyar’ika.” And you collapse against Din when the pain stops. Din leaned against you in return.

“Where’s the cry?” You pant as he holds you against his cool armor. His hands tremble on your back, one hand holding your head close to his shoulder.

“There he is.” Doctor murmurs. “

“Please cry,” you mutter against a beskar shoulder.

“Suction.”

Finally, a high pitch cry rises, a squeal that doesn’t sound like a normal baby sound. It breaks the air and you relax in Din’s hold. He’s gripping you even tighter.

...

It’s been several hours. You’re tucked away in a dark little room with your lover, you’ve both just been watching the little incubator humming in the corner.

“Did you call me your wife earlier?” You ask, murmuring against his chest.

“What? No.”

You lift your chin to look up at his helmet. Still tucked against his armor.

“You totally did.”

“No, I definitely didn’t.”

“Bullshit,” you hum. “You didn’t have to pull you blaster on the doctor, either.”

“Asshole doctor.” He squeezes you against his chest. You relax against him, eyes drifting slowly shut.

You delivered a baby boy. You still hadn’t decided on a name, hadn’t even mentioned it yet. The bacta spray was doing wonders for your pain though.

“I didn’t want you to...”

“Hm?”

“I... I didn’t want you to see how small he was,” he murmured. “If he didn’t make it, I didn’t want you to see.” There is a deep ache in your chest again.

“This just got a whole lot more complicated.”

“Yeah, it did.”

“Greef’s gonna lose his shit.” Din actually groans.

“Locking you up when we get out of here.” You giggle quietly.

“What are we gonna do? He’s so little, Din. Fuck, were not even married.”

“Who gives a shit if were married. They already said his lungs were sounding better. When we leave, we’ll go back to Nevarro. No hunting for a few weeks at least.”

“Are... are you happy?”

“I’m... scared.” He heaves a sigh. “I don’t want to lose you. Scared the hell out of me.”

“Din,” you hum. “I love you.”

“I love you. We don’t have to have it figured out, you know.”

“I’m glad you’re still here.”

“So am I.” His arms tighten around you.

The high pitched squealing begins again. You lift your head. “I’ll grab him.” You adjust slightly and glance down at your aching breast. You work to pull the blankets down your chest, the buttons on the gown moving too. A drop of something nearly clear is welling at your chest.

“Think he’s hungry,” Din is so careful with lifting the baby up, not really needing both hands for the tiny baby as. You slide to the far edge of the bed. “They said the more he feeds, the more milk I’ll produce and my boobs... kind of hurt right now.” Din is so delicate to hand him over. He’d missed that part when he’d finally gone to move the ship.

The rattling cry only stops when the tiny mouth latches on to a wet nipple. You feel Din sinking down beside you on the bed, leaning in close to watch. It’s then that you realize he’s not wearing his gloves. He traces your son’s crown gently with a fingertip. “Can I name him?” Din asks. You blink over at him.

“What were you thinking of?” Din rests his helm against your shoulder, nuzzling your neck with cool metal.

“Kean,” he hums. “It was my father’s name.”

“I like it.”

“Mando! To what do I owe this pleasure,” you hear Kagra’s voice carry from the cock pit. You’re quiet climbing the ladder.

“We’re on our way,”

“That bounty took longer than I expected, did he give you more difficulty than we expected?” Kagra offers, “Not that there is a match for the two of you.” You move to the co pilot seat, careful not to be loud enough to wake the baby that Din’s been cradling for the better part of an hour, murmuring softly to him.

“The bounty wasn’t the issue. We had to stop at the emergency medical outlet.” He replies and Kagra’s face twists in distress.

“Is everyone o- Hold on, Cara. Is everyone okay?” Cara was obviously hovering over Kagra’s left shoulder.

“Yeah, but we’re going to need time off for a while.” Kagra’s concern deepens.

“What happened!? Did someone get hurt?” There is a tiny cry at the commotion. One that has Din tilting his head down toward the bundle in his arms. Kagra seems to notice this and sits forward in his own chair.

“No one’s hurt, just a surprise.” He quietly hushes the bundle in his arms, gently brushing a finger over the little one’s cheek.

“Another foundling! Delightful!” Kagra gasps.

“Actually,” Din responds, “This is our son. We... we didn’t know we were expecting.” You smile at him.

“What!?” Is heard shouted and Kagra goes toppling to the side. Cara leans into view. “You’re telling me you two pushed out a kid?”

“Two? I’m pretty sure it was my vagina that he cracked out of!” You protest, leaning over Din’s shoulder.

“Do you think you both could set us up a house for when we arrive on Nevarro?” Din asks.

“Absolutely!” Kagra calls. “How did this even happen though!? How did you not know that you were pregnant.”

“We’ll explain when we get there. But he’s early, and very small,” you hum.

“Well, we’ll be here, ready to welcome all three of you when you arrive.” Din’s fingers thread through your hair on the screen, making you smile over at him.

“Thank you,” Din replies.

“He’s about to get fussy, needs to eat.” You hum. “Can I steal him back?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll give him right back.” He adjusts to hand him back to you.

“A boy?” Kagra celebrates.

“Yes, a boy.” Soon you settle out of sight, adjusting to get ready to nurse. “We should be there tomorrow, I know it’s short notice.”

“Non-sense! We’ll ensure everything’s ready, even if your move into my own place. We’ll get everything ready for you both. Now go be with your family, my friend.” When the holopad lowers, Din removes his helmet before turning toward you. He’s illuminated by the little lights of hyperspace.

Nothing needs to be said, as you stroke the warm little body resting on your own, a quiet suckling rising. But Din finds a moment to make this moment more intimate.

“I’ll marry you soon. Not because of him... just so you know.” He responds. It makes you beam at him.

“Come kiss me, Din.”

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pedropascalssimp · 4 years

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Surprise!

Pedro Pascal x reader

Request:okay sad mood? happy request. okay so. get this. pedro’s at comic con. his girlfriend (or wife or i dunno) surprises him during the photo ops and he’s like ‘JALSKIDD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN NEW YORK’ and i have no other ideas i’m sorry 👉👈🥺

Summary: y/n (pedro's girlfriend) decides that after so many weeks apart she can't go another day without seeing him. So she gives him a surprise visit while he's filming for his new show.

Warnings: its short. fluff and more fluff?

A/n: I hope you don't mind but I decided to make it be the reader surprising him on set of the mandalorian.....😶👉👈I'm sorry

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It's been weeks since you last saw pedro in person, his job keeping him away from you. And although you was happy for him and his new project, it left you feeling alone. But you kept those feelings to yourself not wanting to worry your beloved boyfriend considering he was over the moon about his new role.

And to be honest so was you.

The smile that lit up his face when he realized he had the part in the TV show the mandalorian he was so excited, he even done a little victory dance which your heart nearly exploded over considering his dancing is adorable, And dorky.

over the last two weeks he has been calling you every chance he gets, and throughout breaks of filming he texts you sweet little things and such. That's something you love about him, he always tries his hardest to keep in contact with you, making it his goal to let you know how much he loves you. And you do the same thing.

Like right now, you was laid on the sofa as some show was playing on TV, but your attention was on your phone as you wait for his usual call, the cellphone setting on your chest as you patiently wait.

And as you expected it rang, his contact photo popping up making your heart do flips. You quickly sit up and grab it, answering it with a smile.

" hello!? " you say excitedly into the phone, hearing his giggle on the other side.

" hello mi amor, how is you're day been? " he replied, you could practically hear the smile on his face as he spoke, his voice making you softly sigh in contentment and lay back down on the sofa.

" it's been alright, I nearly burnt the appartment down trying to cook ramen noodles on the stove " you tell him, he laughs on the other end, a soft amused smile playing on your lips.

" I wouldn't doubt it, you're cooking skills are terrible, No offense! "

" hey! You said you love my cooking! " you pout, a little frown on your face, you thought he actually liked your....good cooking skills.

" but that's only because I hadn't eaten all day when you fixed me a meal..." he laughed, the sound a beautiful melody you could listen to for eternity.

You scoff as you sit up on the sofa and start flipping through the channels on TV, " and that's why we either eat take-out or you cook mr. Pascal " you grumbled.

" because I'm a better cook? " he asks amused, you giggle.

" of course you are " you tell him honestly. He chuckles, but that chuckle turns into a little sigh as his end gets quiet for a moment.

" Te extraño tanto mi amor " he says in a quiet manner, that's when you detect the tiredness in his voice. You sigh as well and put the TV remote down. Your heart fluttering at his accent you love so dearly.

" I have no idea what you just said, except for the end part, I understand that " you say in a whisper, a sheepish smile on your lips.

He chuckles with a sigh, " I said I miss you " he explained.

" I miss you too pedro, and sadly even you're terrible dad jokes that always seem to make me laugh for some odd reason, even though they're not funny.... " you tell him, he chuckles once more making a small smile appear on your face.

" and here I thought you actually appreciated them! " he jokes with fake betrayal making you laugh out loudly.

" I do! ...." you trail off with a teasing grin.

" I since a but somewhere in there " he states. You giggle and decide to continue.

" but...There really not that funny. " you reply as he gasps dramatically.

" how could you not find them funny!? " he exclaimed. Just as you was about to reassure him that they was somewhat funny, he cuts you off. " I have to go y/n, duty calls." he said sadly making you sigh. You wished you could talk to him longer, but you knew he had to go.

" okay, I hope you have a good day and I love you Pedro. " you say. You can hear him letting out a exhausted huff.

" I love you more y/n, I'll call you tonight bye. " he mumbled into the phone and hanging up.

You sigh and hang up as well, already missing the sound of his voice. You wished more then anything to just hug the man tightly, kiss every inch of his face and tell him how much you love him. But you still had a while until that moment comes.

Unless....

You smile widely as the idea that has just ran across your mind causes your heart to pound in excitement. Without a second thought you pull your phone back up and start sorting out your plan.

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To long, it's been to long since Pedro has slept peacefully or held his love, telling her how much he loves her. He misses going to sleep gazing into her beautiful y/e/c eyes, waking up in her arms as she snores softly. He misses giving her kisses, tight hugs and their usual little cuddles they can't go a day without.

He doesn't know if he can go another day without her.

As Pedro changes out of his mandalorain costume and into his normal clothes putting his black glasses on, he prepares to leave the set and go get some rest in his hotel, after he calls y/n of course.

Right when he opened the door he was greated by a grinning Gina. Confused he goes to ask her why she was standing outside his dressing room and not leaving set until she literally drags him out of the room and throughout the building.

" Gina?! Do you mind telling me what's happening right now?" he asks, she only smiles at him.

" it's a surprise Pedro" is all she said before they reached the area of the building where they usually have lunch breaks.

And that's when he sees her, a smile on her face and eyes glued to her hands nervously as she waits fot Gina get back. His love, his y/n.

Pedro literally feels his heart flutter at the sight of her. And when she looks up to see him, her heart melts at the sight of him, his adorable glasses and big smile on his face. She runs to him, his name falling from her lips in glee.

He meets her halfway and engulfed her in a tight hug, spinning her around as he lifts her up. She giggles at him. Once he stops spinning and puts her back down he brings his hands up to cup both her cheeks and look deep into her beautiful eyes, her eyes gazing into his coffee brown eyes with so much love.

" ¡Mi amor, te ves tan hermosa! ¿No puedo creer que estés aquí " he rushed out excitedly making the woman's face glow with happiness. Her arms around his neck as she giggles up at him.

" I couldn't handle not seeing you for another day, I needed to see you Pedro..." she explained, he smiles down at her with his adorable smile. She then quickly leans up, softly capturing his lips with hers in a soft kiss. He smiles into the kiss and closes his eyes. Both souls forgetting about Gina being in the room.

But she quickly walks out the room grinning with amusement at the love birds.

" I thought you was in New York!?" he asks his girlfriend with a smile, after they broke the kiss. She sighs dreamily up at him.

" well I was until I decided to pay you a visit " she says with such love as she adoringly kisses his nose, but he pulls her in for another short but loving kiss. His lips against her soft ones as they moved together perfectly.

As they pull apart y/n softly smirks at the man. While he leans his forehead on hers. " so.... About what you said about my cooking skills?" she asks with a playful tone.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, " at least I didn't make fun of you're jokes like you did mine." he muttered accusing y/n on how she talked about his dad jokes. A pout on his face.

She then rolls her eyes and laughs at him. Slowly dragging her hand across his shoulder and up to his slightly scruffy cheek, admiring his gorgeous eyes and little patches of hair she absolutely loves. It was in this moment she realizes how lucky she is to have this man in her arms, her heart swelling at the loving and adoring look in his eyes as they flicker across her face.

" I missed you so much y/n..." he whispers, his voice soothing to hear in person and not over a phone.

" I missed you too pedro" she smiles at him as she tries not to get overwhelmed by this man, finally being with him again just amazed her and him both.

They both stared at each other as they stood in the lunch room of the building he worked at, the love around them visible to anyone who walked by. The two souls talking away at what their lives was like when they was away, talking about how much they missed each other.

And when they went back to pedro’s hotel room and cuddled the night away, Pedro finally fell asleep peacefully. Because now he had his beautiful y/n.

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A/n: okay so this is pure garbage.

Also the translations is this: (I miss you my love.)

(my love you look so beautiful, what are you doing here?!)

Also I'm not sure if it's accurate considering I used Google translation... So...

I hope u dudes enjoy this trash I've thrown together!

#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian imagine #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #star wars #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #baby yoda

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foomoosworld · 2 months

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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 14 - Shy-Tan Djarin

Mandalorian X Fem Reader

The Mandalorian is trapped on a deadly planet, escapes, and finds out secrets about his Mandalorian history that changes the ways of his people and his life but leaves him running for his life and the life of his child and Riduur.

Minors DNI. Smut, fluff, dirty, dirty thangs. So. Many. Dirty. Thangs.

It had been a long and boring 24 hours in the Razor Crest. Din was unsure if he could approach you because you were so mad about leaving Mayfeld behind. You understood, for the security of your child that you couldn’t have outside influences. The reality of everyone being a danger had sunk in for you. But Din was still unsure if you understood. He hung around corners and opted to leave the room when you entered to give you space, which seemed to you like him being standoffish and petty.

He was running daily diagnostics when you walked into the cockpit.

He tilted his head up to you and gingerly asked,

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I want to vomit consistently and this little fucker keeps kicking me like it’s a routine to make me have pain.”

“Well, we’ll be on Mandalor in two days. You can just relax once we're there.Can you hold out until we get there?”

You jump as you feel another pain and grunt out loud.

Din extends an arm and his gloved hand pulls you in to sit on his lap.

“I love you.” he whispers as he holds you.

“I love you t-” Suddenly you jump up from Din’s lap.

“What’s wrong?” He questions.

“I think they just kicked my liver into my chest.-” You hold your stomach then cry out again in pain.

Din jumps to his feet and wraps his arms around you.

“No…. I’m okay. Just a bad kick.” You wave him off.

Water hits the floor with a crash.

You look up to Din, terrified.

“What just happened?” You ask with fear racing through your words. Din knows, but can’t manage to find words either, “What’s happening?” You beg.

Din grabs you and eases you down to the ground.

“Our baby is coming.” He says laying you back. He pulls his cape off and mounds it under your head as a pillow. “Are you comfortable?” He shakily asks.

“I haven’t been comfortable for months.” You say as the pain eases away like pulling a sheet from your body. Din strokes your cheek to try to soothe you.

“We’re landing on the closest planet and going to a doctor. You’ll be okay.” He softly whispered. You nod then he pulls himself up and takes the controls of the Razor Crest, angling it down towards the first planet within view.

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Din threw a black hooded cloak around you as he led you into the city in search of a doctor. Letador was the worst place to try to find help. It was comprised of thieves and drug lords. He tried his best to shadow you from the onlookers but there was no doubt by their curious looks at The Mandalorian that they were on the lookout for him and you.

“Aaaah!” you screamed as your contractions overtook you and forced you to a sudden hault in the street. Din gathered you in his arms and pulled you close to his chest and looked around, seeing people turning to look at you. This was gathering too much attention.

“Follow me…” He whispered to you as he wound his way through alleyways, you stumbling and faltering in his grasp as he urged your forward.. You came to a full stop and shouted out in pain and Din realized there was no more moving forward from this point. He wildly looked around and saw a dilapidated wood board covering a hole in the wall of an abandoned, concrete, factory building. He gently sat you down to lean, huffing and puffing through your pain and grasping your stomach, against the wall of the factory then pulled the board away to reveal a bashed out hole in the side of it creating an entrance..

You called out in white hot pain again as you sat in the alleyway. Din rushed to your side and pulled you to your feet trying to shush you as he guided you into the abandoned building.

“I don’t want to give birth here…” You panted, terrified as Din led you from room to abandoned room trying to find the most buried room in the building where, hopefully, no one would hear.

“I want a doctor…” You begged.

“”I’m sorry, this is what we have right now…” Din said exasperated, “We need to get you as far away from people that can hear you as possible.”

You nod as he leads you into the next room. You fall to your knees, screaming and clutching your stomach.

“Din!” you finally manage to shout out as you reach your hand out to find his. His gloved hand holds yours tightly as his visor dodges around to try to find resources to help deal with you possibly giving birth here. You crumple onto the concrete, cracked and chipped floor and look terrified into his visor.

He’s never seen you so scared and it pierces his soul. He just wants you to feel some comfort but there’s nothing he can do. He reaches up and unlatches his helmet and there is a hiss of it depressurizing. He drops it to one side and you look into his chocolate brown eyes.

“Am I going to die?” your voice wavers with tears now streaming down your face..

He takes your face in both of his hands and slowly shakes his head.

“I won’t let you go.” He kisses your forehead then clenches your hand harder.

You scream out in pain as your next contraction moves. Din moves behind you and pulls you to sit up against him on the wall..

You scream again, covered in sweat.

“Something is wrong!” You shout.

Din’s mind immediately races to the doctor’s warnings of a breech birth. He trembles, but holds your hand and curls his body around yours as you push.

“You can do this.” He whispers to you as you shiver in pain.

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Inside a backpack, inside an abandoned building, on a forgotten planet full of thieves and criminals there was a red flashing light.

Mayfeld watched his tracking device as it blinked faster and faster until it led him to an abandoned building. He was confused as he spun around, trying to find the entrance then moved aside the plywood board to enter the structure. He watched the flashing light on his tracker work faster and faster until finally it was a steady tone. He looked up.

The Mandalorian sat against the grey, dirty wall with a bundle in his arms Next to him was a bundle of rags and a plastic tarp with legs sticking out and a large puddle of blood.

“Mando!” Mayfeld exclaimed. He rushed up, “Are you okay?” Din tiredly looked up at him, too emotionally spent to have words. Mayfeld slowly moved his hand and pulled down the rags that Din held in his arms to see a baby that slowly wriggled it’s arms up at him and gargled a breath.

He smiled at the child but that faded when he angled his face back up to Din and saw how pale and exhausted he was. He looked to his left and saw your lifeless body laying under a tarp and some rags.

“I can’t bring her back.” Din says, defeated. “I tried. But she won’t wake up.”

Mayfeld gives Din a nod trying to stifle his own fears.

He feels for a pulse.

“She’s alive.” He nods at Din. “I have two speeders outside.” You take the kid and I’ll take her.”

Mayfeld offers Din his hand and Din struggles to his feet. Mayfeld then grasps your body and pulls it up, wrapped in the cloak.

“We have to go now! They know you’re somewhere on this planet and half the quadrant is looking for you!”

Din nods and you make your way out to the speeder. Din holds the child close to his chest, waiting for Mayfeld to secure your barely conscious body onto the speeder. You wake up slightly, crack your eyes, and hold Mayfeld’s waist on the the speeder, rasping, “You owe me credits, Straight Arrow.”

Mayfeld merely looks over his shoulder at you and says, “Hold on, kid. We’re getting you out of here.” He feels you tighten your grip and both Din and your speeders take off.

The speeders shift and dodge through the thin streets of the city and it isn’t lost on any of you how many eyes are watching you. It was at the edge of the city that Mayfeld laughed, “We made it!” as he can see the Razor Crest in the distance.

Like clockwork, ten speeders emerged from the outskirts of the city, rapidly gaining on you as you sped towards the ship.

Din shoots Mayfeld an annoyed look as they race next to each other.

“What?” Mayfeld snarks at Din and shrugs, “You’ve never overestimated something?”

Blaster fire rained through the air as the thieves, pirates and bounty hunters gained on them. Both speeders came to a sliding stop in a cloud of dust. Mayfeld ushered you off of the speeder and you both took cover behind the speeder as blaster fire shot off like fireworks. Din hunched over the child, protectively covering him as he looked over at Mayfeld and yourself. Mayfeld leapt and slid next to Din behind his speeder, narrowly missing blaster fire.

“Give me the child!” He gasped. Din hesitated and pulled the child back from him, “I’m gonna get your child and The Kid into the Razor Crest while you hold them off!” He shouted at Din’s visor. He still hesitated, but saw how quickly they were being approached and caged in and with a terrified breath handed over the child to Mayfeld.

“Cover me!” Mayfeld said, somersaulting to his speeder as Din stood and dodges in the opposite direction, shooting at the army approaching. Mayfeld handed the child to you who weakly grasped them to your chest.

He panted, face covered in dust and fear, “We’re gonna hold your kid as close as you can and run up the ramp when I tell you to.” He nodded at you for reassurance and you nodded back in understanding.

“Go!” Mayfeld yelled. He grasped around your waist, hauled you up and yanked you as hard and fast as he could into the Razor Crest. Once inside he hit the button to bring up the cargo bay ramp that slowly withdrew.

Din saw the hatch closing and as he was taking extensive fire tried to shoot off his jet pack to fly to the hatch. A pirate jumped on him, putting him in a choke hold but he merely shot off his jet pack again and set him on fire. Din shot up and he slipped through the opening of the cargo bay hatch closing at the last second.

Mayfeld was already at the helm taking the ship off.

“Go see your kid and wife and make sure they’re okay! I’ll deal with this!” Mayfeld yelled frantically as he swerved the Razor Crest into the atmosphere.

Din nods once and races back to the cargo bay to find where Mayfeld had left you in your makeshift bed of blankets and pillows holding your child.

The Razor Crest jolted, taking fire and dipped and swerved with wild jolts as Din slid in next to you and held you close in the complete darkness of the cargo hold. You clutched him, your child gurgling and making happy noises, pushed between the two of you.

“It’s okay” Din tried to sooth you as he held your head into his chest, feeling your heart racing and rigid, terrified body clutching to him.

Finally the Razor Crest smoothed out it’s flight pattern. You look up to Din with wide, tear welling eyes and he tilts his helmet down at you, stroking your cheek and grasping you and the child closer.

“Sleep.” He says simply, “I’ll protect you.”

You kiss his bare neck slowly and softly then tumble into a deep sleep.

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You open your eyes and, unfortunately, saw Mayfeld.

“Hey, trooper.” Mayfeld smirked at you.

Immediately, you fell into pain from your birth and huddled over hugging your body.

“Yeah. That’s normal, apparently.” Mayfeld quirked nonchalantly.

“Where’s The Mandalorian?” You managed to rasp out.

“He’s flying the ship. We’ll be on Mandalor soon.

“My baby?”

Mayfeld smiles and angles your child, bundled up in his crooked arms to your face so you can see them. You smile and exhale all your nervousness as you gather them in your arms and quiet tears stream down your face. You shyly try to wipe and hide them from Mayfeld.

“Hey,” Mayfeld said sitting next to you “I have five kids. Five. And every time that woman created another little copy of me I cried my eyes out because it was so goddamn beautiful that she made something so impossible. I cried. Every. Damn Time. Do you know what Mandalorain was doing after you gave birth? Holding your child and crying.”

You look up at Mayfeld with red, swollen eyes not sure of his point, “You should cry when you make another soul. One of the most fierce warriors in the universe sobbed when he saw this little one.” He pats your shoulder and gets up as Din enters the doorway of he cargo hold.

“I’ll let you take over from here.” Mayfeld says as he brushes past Din.

“Hi, Dad.” You smile unsurely, holding your child. Din approaches cautiously and when he kneels down next to you sees the familiar purple flash emitting from your stripes indicating you’re bonded and it makes him smile and trace his arm around your bare back. You look with a smile into his visor. Then slowly pull back the bundle of fabric they’re swaddled in.

“It’s a boy.” You smile at Din.

Din slowly extends a gloved finger to the child who exudes a wet gasp then reaches up with his closed eyes and grasps Din’s large gloved finger.

“What should we call him?” Din asks, nuzzling closer to you and getting more comfortable in the bed.

“I want him to have a Mandaloran name. But something that holds my family name as well.” You say gazing into your child's drowsy face.

“Shy-Tan.” Din says, “Like your Mandalorian father.”

You mull it over a long moment then try out the name on the child,

“Shy-Tan.” You smile, “What do you think, little guy?” The child gurgles and hiccups. You smile and look up to Din.

“Shy-Tan Djarin.” You confirm. Din slinks down in bed with his arm around you. You cuddle Shy-Tan closer, “You’re going to change the universe, Shy-Tan.”

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The Razor Crest approaches Mandalor and your breath hitches in your throat as you sit in the co-pilot’s chair.

“Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Din tries to dissuade your worries to no use. Shy-Tan begins to cry in your arms.

You divert your attention to him and stand up, bobbing him up and down and trying to shush him.

“I’m with the kid.” Mayfeld pipes up from the jump seat behind the copilot’s chair, his legs kicked out and crossed casually upon a console as he grasps the bridge of his nose in exhaustion, “You’re nuts if you think we can just walk into Mandalor and state ‘we good, right?’ and have them throw a welcome home party.”

“We have the first male Luc/Mandalorian child ever born.” Din states as if it’s a question of “why wouldn’t they understand?”, with a shrug and head shake of confusion.

“Yeah.” Mayfeld kicked his legs off the console and swiveled to face Din, “That’s like saying, ‘Hey, I made a kid with the race that murdered a bunch of you and was exiled. It’s wanted as a trophy because of the suffering it’s race put your planet through. So can we, like, hang out here now?’ You think that’s gonna go over well?” Mayfeld makes a good point that leaves Din frozen. Mayfeld turns to you, “You wanna be any part of this?” He puts you on the spot as you jolster Shy-Tan, nervously to try to stop him from crying and look busy to dodge the question. You merely shush Shy-Tan some more and turn away from Mayfeld, shooting him an annoyed look, and move back further away from both of them in the cockpit, “See?” Mayfeld throws his arms out, “Are you doing this for her, and your kid? Or are you doing this for you? Because you need justification?” Din shakes his head to ignore Mayfeld with an annoyed sigh and goes back to busying himself on the controls that bring The Razor Crest into entering the atmosphere of Mandalor.

“I’m just sayin’ - Don’t make a poster child out of A CHILD.” Mayfeld slaps a console as he swiftly turns and brushes past you out of the cockpit and into the cargo hold.

You’re still left bouncing Shy-Tan who is now quiet but you keep shushing him to fill the silence as you wander back and forth behind Din as he flies the Razor Crest into Mandalor.

“Do you not want to do this?” He abruptly breaks the silence as the ship still slowly approaches the planet.

“I don’t.” You say simply. “But…” you continue hesitantly, “we have to.” You stand next to his pilot’s chair and reach a hand down to grasp his shoulder. “For Shy-Tan.”

Din angles his visor up to you, “But Mayfeld is right?” He asks solemnly.

You nod your head.

“Unfortunately… Mayfeld is right.”

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The Razor Crest comes in for a slow landing on the docks of Mandalore and the cargo bay ramp extends mechanically. Bo Katan stands far back with a line of Mandalorians on either side of the walkway leading up to her to greet your arrival… or protect them from you. Din steps out with Mayfeld and they slowly stride down the ramp. As you step with Shy-Tan bundled in your arms a few feet behind them the lines of Mandalorians power up their weapons and pull out their guns. You stop dead in your tracks as Din turns back and holds out his hand to try to quell your worries.

“Put your weapons down.” Bo Katan orders the Mandalorians and begrudgingly, the lines of Mandalorians look to each other and one by one holster their weapons Din waits for you to catch up to him at the end of the ramp and slides a confirming arm around your back as he leads you forward to meet Bo Katan through the myriad of Mandalorian helmets that you can feel the seething hate from as you pass them. You apprehensively stand in front of Bo-Katan who stands with crossed arms.

“We welcome you because Din Djarin saved our planet.”

“We thank you for taking us in.” Din nods ceremoniously.

“You and your child will be given housing on the outskirts of town where you can hide. Your friend will be given lodging within the city.”

“Thank you.” You finally speak up. It catches Bo off guard that you would speak to her and her helmet snaps to you. She leans in to you and lowers her voice,

“If you show one sign of violence I will shoot you and your child into the nearest sun.” She threatens. You’re shocked and look back to Din who merely holds an open palm in front of you to stop you from moving or reacting.

“We will protect you.” Bo Katan nods then proclaims loudly. “All Mandalorians will protect you. As long as you respect the ways of The Creed.” There is some awkward shuffling amongst the lines of Mandalorians but no outwardly response.

“You need the waters of Mandalor.” Bo states looking over your hunkered and diminished form, still weak and injured from giving birth. “Go there with the Armourer and heal your birthing wounds. There you will solidify the name of your child and confirm them into your Clan.”

You nod, meekly.

Bo nods at the Armorer that steps forward from the front of the line.

“Follow me.” The Armourer commands.

With that, you leave the palace. You, with Shy-Tan in your arms, Din leading you and Mayfeld taking up the rear, follow the Armorer who silently leads you down into the mines of Mandalor. It seems to take hours as you weave and climb your way down into the center of the world until you find yourself standing in an underground cave, overlooking the dark waters of Mandalor.

“Go and sit in the waters of Mandalor with your baby in your arms and it will heal your wounds.” The Armorer commands emotionlessly. You nod, huddling Shy-Tan a bit closer to your chest as you kick off your boots.

“Wait.” Din’s hand clasped your shoulder. You turn to be face to face with his visor. He raises his gloved hand and strokes your cheek.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you to the end of the stars and back.” You smile at him

“Be my Riiduur.”

He kneels down on one knee and takes your hand.

“All I’ve ever wanted is you. I want to be part of you forever.”

You nod frantically. “Yes.” You whisper between your tears.

Din looks back to the Armorer who pauses, taken aback but trying to hide her reaction.

“All three of you must get into the waters of Mandalor.” She instructs.

You strode out, pushing against the dark water with Shy-Tan in your arms and Din holding your hand wading in by your side.

“The three of you are now bonded for life. One shall never exist without the other. Din Djarin, you have found your Riduur. May the waters of Mandalor purify this unity and bring health, unity and security to your clan. Stay here and let the waters of Mandalor heal past wounds so you can go forth with your new lives together. Repeat these vows to each other, ‘Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde’”

Both of you turn to each other and slowly repeat the vows to each other.

“It is now written in history.”The Armorer finishes. She turns and coldly begins to walk out of the cave leaving the three of you standing waist high in the water.

“I was a witness.” Mayfeld says excitedly, “You know, for the first Mandalorian/Luc wedding…”

The Armorer stops and slowly turns her head to Mayfeld.

“Witnesses are not required or noted for Mandalorian unions. Follow me out and let them be.”

Mayfeld turns while walking away, waves and yells, “Congrats!” at the three of you and follows the Armorer out. Before he was out of earshot you heard him question her, “So are you Riduured to anyone?” and hear The Armorer loudly sigh in frustration.

You smirk as you watch them leave and suddenly the cavern is completely silent except for the occasional drip of humidity off of the stalactites into the dark water. The water ripples like silk as Din moves to you and pulls you close.

“How do you feel?” he carefully whispers.

“You’re my Riduur now. Ask me that with your helmet off and I’l give you an honest answer.” You smile.

Din decompresses his helmet and tosses it to the shore.

His chocolate eyes flick back and forth searching your face as he wades in close to you. There’s a slight smile that breaks out over his plush lips. Then his eyes slowly close as he leans into you and you feel his aquiline nose nuzzle you, then his lips brush against yours and slowly open for his warm wet tongue to explore your hot, waiting mouth.

Your vision turns blinding white with fireworks as you arch back and let him trail his warm kisses and licks up your neck as he cradles your head.

“Let’s get to our new home.” You stroke the side of his face as he slowly smiles a dimpled, stubbly jaw at you.

“Do you still have any pain?” He asks, gently swirling you around him in the water.

“No” You said, kind of shocked. You didn’t feel any more birthing pains. It was as if the waters of Mandalor had healed you and invigorated you.

“You can walk to the house?” He asked.

“I could walk 1000 miles right now.” You smile and bite his lip playfully.

“Good.” He says grabbing you up in his arms and carrying you out of the water. Just as he was about to leave the cavern there was a loud sloshing like a whirlpool that was emerging from the Waters of Mandalor. Din turned with you in his arms and Shy-Tan tucked against your chest to see a giant pair of reptilian eyes emerge with a bubbling force from the waters. Din is shocked and slowly puts you down as you both stare at it, stunned.

“The Mythosaur…” You trailed off in awe. “I thought it was just a wives tale.” Din pulled you and Shy-Tan protectively closer to him and could only shake his head in awe as he looked at the eyes of the dinosaur poking out from the water, inspecting the three of you. It gave out a giant huff of air that shot water and mist 20 feet into the air, gave one last slow blink, then slowly descended into the water again. You looked at Din at the same time his helmet turned to you.

“That’s normal, right?” You ask shakily.

“No.” Din states in awe.

……………………………….

You get to your small house on the outskirts of town. There’s nothing much in it other than a bed and a shotty crib with some tattered blankets but it’s more than you had worked with so far and were happy to have it, even though Din knew it was meant as a slap in the face from Bo Katan

You gently hummed Shy-Tan to sleep and laid him in the nest of rags in the crib. Tucking him in lovingly, Din stepped up and hovered over him, not able to find words as he stared at him. He slowly reached out a gloved hand to touch him and you swatted it away.

“Don’t!” You hissed. “He’s been up all day. And I want some time with my Riduur” you smile mischievously.

“Are you okay for….” Din shifted uncomfortably.

“I don’t know what’s in that water but I feel amazing. I’m fully healed.” You take his hand and lead him away from the crib and into you. He hums his approval and you feel him getting hard underneath his flight suit. “You know… there’s a claw foot bath tub here….” You smile sideways dripping with insinuation.

“Hm… I remember last time I had to teach you how to use a bath…”

“Yeah. I think I have a handle of it now. Maybe we can do it together?”

“Then I guess I ‘d better make you dirty first…” Din pulls at your pants and pushes them slowly down then you del his thick hands around your thighs and ass, his breath getting heavy. “I love the feel of your wet pussy against your underwear.” He moans in your ear as his hand feathers over your underwear. You moan and throw your head back. He slowly circles over your clit over top of your underwear and watches you wraith in anticipation.

“Don’t you do that to me, Din Djarin!” You whisper harshly to him as he teases you.

“No?” He asks innocently as he slowly shifts back and forth, kneeling down until he’s between your thighs. You hear his helmet depressurize as he lifts it off and places it on the ground next to him. You can feel his hot breath outside of your underwear and he blows softly over it to tease you.

You clench your thighs together, holding his head, locked in place.

“Mmm…. good girl.” He moans. You look down as his dark chocolate eyes stare up intently at you right before he looks gently down and dives into eating out your pussy like a man starved. You watch as his face nods up and down, eyes down, watching your clit get more and more swollen. Now and then he comes up for air and a small smile of pleasure forms on his face as he uses his hands to continue to feather and circle your clit, driving you into his controlled ecstasy. He dives back in and you feel him nuzzle his aqualine nose against you over and over bringing you up and up to new levels. Then his wet, warm tongue takes over, licking just one side of your clit, so gently you can barely feel it, but the teasing sends you into the stratosphere as your back arches and you silently gasp for air at the ceiling. Your chest heaves, sweat drips between your breasts and you buck your hips wildly and uncontrollably. He only dives in with more enthusiasm. You try to pull him back from your overstimulated clit but he won’t relent and licks and sucks harder.

You scream out his name.

Your cum squirts across his face. It drips down his chin and his hard cock only throbs more.

“Dirty girl” Din Growels and hungrily licks up your juices.

He grabs your wrist and leads you to the bathroom where he turns on the bath, beginning to fill it with warm water. You fall to your knees and undo his belt letting hs hard cock spring out of his flight suit. You lick you plush lips, readying yourself for the flavor of his member in your mouth.

Hungrily you lick the silky skin of it, feeling his vein throbbing and precum bead up in the slit of his head that you lick up needily. You slowly open your mouth and softly engulf his penis as he grabs the back of your hair and arches his back feeling the pleasure pulse through him. You gingerly lower ourself down the length of his hard cock, feeling it throbbing in your mouth and as you pull back up he moans loudly. Your hand grasps he base of his member as you wildly bob up and down, your saliva mixing with his pre-cum making him rock hard and bucking into your face. He thrusts over and over as tears stream down your cheeks, taking in the huge width and length of him, your tongue dancing all around him. You feel his balls tighten and his cock heave as he’s about to cum and pull away before he can reach his plateau. He angrily lets out a long, frustrated, primitive grunt. The bath is ready.

You step into the warm, steaming water, leading him by his hand as he’s still lust drunk and pliable to whatever you ask of him. He sits in front of you as you nestle up against the back of he claw foot tub. Your arms wrap around him and grab his cock, slowly teasing and tickling him, bringing him up and up until he’s moaning out lout with pleasure and calling out your name. His chest is heaving and hips are bucking into your hand.

Slowly you flip over on top of him and angle his cock to your entrance. He looks up at you with wide, unsure eyes as he enters you then with a hard thrust sheathes himself fully into you. His brows knit together and mouth drops open as you engulf him. You toss your head back and shout out in pleasure as his hand tangles in your damp hair to control you and he begins rutting into you. His forceful thrusts fill you fully and make your body feel complete as he smiles and gently grunts into your neck and angles his head up to nip at your ear.

You find yourself cock drunk and arched towards the sky as he fucks up into you in the bath. The coil inside of you tightens to an extreme and just as you thought it would snap he reaches down and begins quickly circling your clit, turning you into a wild animal. You’re both calling out into the quiet night, moaning and panting and begging then the cool snaps in both of you suddenly as you call out his name over and over, wildly riding him. As he watches you become feral on top of him his own cock twitches, becomes rock hard and suddenly spurts inside of you like a geyser as thick ropes of cum paint your walls. He clutches you closely to his body as he grunts and whines into your flesh, bucking wildly and uncontrollably.

Finally the motions stop and both of you fall back to earth. With his cock still in you he gently kisses your forehead, closed eyes, cheeks, ear lobes, neck and collar bone until he’s run out of steam and slumps into your body that rests on top of him and both of you sink back into the water. You can hear gentle lapping of the warm water as he circles his hand on the steaming skin of your back, calming you as you catch your breath.

Shy-Tan can be heard rustling then crying in the other room and you moan your discontent. Din raises a hand and shuffles up from underneath you in the bath.

“I’ve got it.” He says pulling his body out of the bath. He wraps a towel around himself. “You stay here. I like the idea of you bathing in my cum.”

He leaves to tend to your child.

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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 4 - Your Air Hurts My Skin

Pairing: Mandalorian X Fem Reader

The Mandalorian crashes his ship on a little known planet on the outer rim that is uninhabited... well... almost. Except for you, a feral woman who has been on her own most of her life and is doing everything in her power to get off the deadly planet.

MINORS DNI - Explicit content. Smut. Fluff. Violence.

A/N - I had a day off and promised I would go outside today. I. Did. Not. I wrote and listened to music intertwined with playing with my dog and attempted to feed myself healthy food like an adult. So I hope you enjoy the next chapter as I shamefully order shitty Panago Pizza and tell myself, "Welp, maybe I'll be a healthy, exercising, normal person tomorrow." (Shakes 8 ball) "Hm... 'outlook not so good'" Welp! That's all the reassurance I need to continue being a hermit! Also, I hid a little "The Last Of Us" Easter Egg in there for all you Pedro fans!

You sat in the co-pilot’s chair next to Din as he captained the ship. You couldn’t stop the anxious rush of relief and nervousness as you put your deadly home planet behind you and forged forth into the universe of the unknown. Needing to channel your pent up energy into something you pulled at a long thread of your tattered clothes then knotted it up between your hands and began playing Cat’s Cradle.

“We need to get you some new clothes.” Din says noting the dilapidated state of your attire.

“You mean, swamp rat fashion isn’t turning you on?” you smile. Din punches in new coordinates into his console. “Where are we headed?” You question.

“I know a place with a good market, and friends, and somewhere we can get a bounty puck. Since my last bounty, obviously, didn’t pay off I need to get some credits. We’re going to Tatooine.”

“Never heard of it.” You say dismissively as you inspect your fingers tangled in the thread.

“You’ve never heard of anywhere.” Din corrects you.

“Touche.”

“We’re about to go into hyperspace.”

“Into what?” You cock your head, dropping the thread. Din suddenly realizes that you have never been on a functional ship or experienced space travel. Things that seem like everyday experiences will be brand new to you, like a newborn experiencing the world for the first time.

“Hang on.” He says as he pulls some levers and pushes a button. The ship lurches forward and the stars outside the windscreen blur into bright blue hues and race by the ship. You grasp the arm rests of the ship, startled as the ship kicks into high gear and takes off like a whip. As the Razor Crest steadies it’s self into flying smoothly in hyperspace Din turns and looks at you as your breath hitches in your throat and you slowly stand up with your jaw dropped and wide-eyed as you stare at the blur of universe sailing by out the window. Slowly, you walk to the windshield and touch it with your hand as if to feel the stars. He stands up and moves next to you, realizing the beauty of space again as if for the first time.

“It’s… beautiful. Like fireworks running away from us.”

Din snakes his arm around your waist. “It is beautiful,” he whispers staring squarely into your face.

“Don’t you have to drive the ship while we’re going this fast?” You question as you put your arms around him.

“No. It’s automated to navigate to the location. I usually sleep while traveling long distances in hyper-space.”

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t want to sleep?” you tease with a small smirk on your face.

Din grabs you tightly and pushes you back against a control panel. Some emergency lights suddenly begin to flash from your body pushing some buttons.

“Dank Ferrik!” You jump back up and look around with your hands out defensively, but not actually knowing how to fix the issue. Din reaches around you and pushes a button just past your body and the emergency warnings stop.

“You think you can fly my ship?” He growls, his voice dripping with lust.

“How hard could it be?” you cock an eyebrow at him cheekily.

Din lets out a grunt and exhales,

“Bad girl…”

Din grasps your ass and lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist with your arms snaked around his neck. You happily squeal as he sits down in the pilot's seat with you in his lap. You stare at him lustfully, both of you breathing heavily. All of the sudden you reach back to try and push a button on the console but Din’s strong hand grasps your arm and wrenches you back around to look at him.

“Looks like someone needs to learn a lesson.” He said as his hand trailed down to the top of your pants and slowly slipped under your underwear. You gasp as his gloved hand slowly circles your clit.

“Who’s gonna teach me that? You?” you stammer as your pleasure climbs through your body.

Din grabs your hips and effortlessly flips you around in his lap so your ass is in the air. He yanks down your pants revealing your bare skin to the cool air of the ship. With one hand still slowly circling your clit he leans down and whispers next to your ear.

“I know you like that.”

You bite your lip and swivel your hips trying to suppress your hot yearning. You don’t want him to win.

“Tell me you love how I touch you.” He growls into your ear.

You peer back at him with slim eyes, taunting, “Do something I like and maybe I’ll say it.”

He straightens up, with a small smile you can’t see under his helmet. He rubs a small hot circle on your bare ass with his palm then raises his hand in the air. It comes crashing down with a loud slap and you jerk forward over his knee. Your eyes close in pleasure and mouth drops open but you stifle your moan into silence, not letting him get the satisfaction.

“Bad girl…” Din lowers his head and rasps quietly into your ear. He watches as you slowly move your hand back to the console to push another button. He speeds up the circles he’s drawing on your clit and you arch your back and moan out loud. Din whispers to you, eyeing your outstretched hand towards the console, “I dare you to try…” Slowly you turn your head to him and smile slyly. Your hand touches one of the buttons. He grasps your arm and with the other spanks you hard three times consecutively. You’re screaming out in pleasure, pussy dripping onto his lap.

“I want you…” You push up and grasp around his neck and straddling him. Your hips buck against him but you are confused when he doesn’t respond back.

“No.” He says simply then flips you over in the chair, kneels on the ground in front of you and spreads your legs.

“Wh-What?” You stammer. His gloved hand continues to furiously rub your clit and your body writhes back and begins rocking with waves of ecstasy, “Oh Din… That’s so good… I need you in me…”

“WIll you be a good girl from now on?” He asks. You shake your head frantically, grasping the back of the pilots chair and bucking your hips as he fingers your clit. He slowly slides two fingers into you and you sigh with relief that you’re finally being filled as you thrust against his hand. “That’s a good girl…” Din purrs as he starts moving his fingers faster and faster bringing you higher and higher towards your orgasm.

“I’ll be good from now on!” you yell.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Din states as he pulls his hard cock out and pulls you on top of him in the seat. He bounces you wildly as his cock throbs in your pussy. His hands clench your skin and he lifts his head to the sky as he chases his orgasm.

No longer able to hold back, you cum wildly on his cock. The feeling of your pussy fluttering with your orgasm spikes him into his own. He pulls you tight against him and pushes as far as he can into you until he can’t even thrust anymore and releases his load moaning your name over and over.

You collapse into each other breathing heavily until you raise your sweat glistened face and look at Din’s helmet reflecting the bright blues of hyperspace whizzing by out the window. He traces the lines of your collar bone and neck with his gloved hand and you watch as his helmet tilts left and right as he takes in all of the curves of your skin. His touch is now gentle and docile. He moves to get up and smoothly pushes you to your feet. He stares at your naked body and his hands trace your silhouette. He takes a step back and begins pulling off his armor, then his flight suit. As he stands in his boxers and helmet he holds out his hand to you. You take it and he leads you to bed for some much deserved rest.

The two of you cuddle up in the makeshift bed of blankets and pillows he made for you on the floor of the hull.

“We’ll be at Tatooine in the morning.” He says to you, as you nuzzle against his bare chest.

“Okay…” You say tiredly with your eyes closed. He pulls the blanket up around the both of you, embraces you close and you both gently fall into slumber.

………..

The ship shifts out of hyperspace and you stir from your rest. Sleepily, you pull your tattered tunic and pants on then fumble with your boots. You make your way to the cockpit to see Din at the controls, bringing the ship down towards a large orange planet. Din shifts his head up to look at you while he guides the ship into the planet.

“We’re going to land in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” You chirp, excited to experience another planet.

“I should warn you. It’s much hotter down there than your home planet. You may not be used to it.”

You shrug nonchalantly, “Are there monsters covered in eyes and teeth that will kill me?”

“No. But we are landing at a surly mechanics home and she can be… abrasive.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” you say confidently.

Din nods once looking at you and still unsure if you’re ready for this exposure.

Three small droids with wobbly heads and skinny arms flag the Razor Crest in to a landing. Sand clouds up around the ship as it gently sinks onto the ground. A woman with wild, curly hair and a dusty mechanics jumpsuit walks confidently up to the ship waving her hand happily with a wide grin. The hull bay ramp lowers and Din strolls down to meet the Mechanic. You lack the courage of your previous conviction as you clutch the doorframe of the hull ramp and peek out at the wild haired woman and her chaotic droids.

“Mando!” She exclaims, “Good to see ya, buddy!” Din nods his hello and walks up to her, “So where is this passenger of yours?” She swivels her head and looks around to find you. Din looks back over his shoulder to see you suspiciously peering out from behind the doorframe of the hull ramp.

“She’s… uh… shy. She’s never been off her home planet before.” He motions with his hand for you to come down and you step out onto the top of the ramp and cautiously begin descending towards them.

“Skinny little thing, aint she?” The mechanic says eyeing you up.

Din puts an arm around you to guide you forward and shake hands with the woman.

“This is Peli… a good friend of mine.”

Peli sticks her hand proudly out to you and you question it at first but then slide your hand meekly into hers as you look around your surroundings. Her mechanic shop reminds you of home with random dusty ship parts scattered around. There are a few ships in various states of repair parked around the lot.

“Your air hurts my skin.” You say wrinkling your nose in discomfort at the heat and loosely shaking Peli’s hand without making eye contact and peering around your new, suspicious, surroundings.

“Yeeeeah…” Peli trails off side-eyeing Din slightly confused, “The desert will do that.”

One of her droids approaches and looks up at you with some questioning beeps.

“What’s that?!?” You excitedly exclaim as you rush over to it and pick it up. As you are distracted with inspecting the droid wiggling in your grasp as it tries to escape, Peli leads Din aside.

“Hey, so… Is she okay? She looks like she crawled out of a tomb.” Peli comments on your lack of socialization and general appearance.

“She’s never been off her planet and was the only human on it so she’s not very… " Din pauses to find the words, "accustomed… to society.” Din chooses his words carefully so as to not dissuade Peli from interacting with you.

“Poor thing…” Peli trails off looking at you with pitty as you rigorously shake her droid upside down by its legs, curiously.

“I need to get in contact with some people. I need a bounty - a big payout one. So I need to contact someone for some help with it. While I do that, can you take her to get some… uh… more appropriate clothing?”

“Girls day?” Peli asks excitedly, “Of course! I’d love to!” She opens her arms then claps them together and rubs them excitedly. “But you know, a woman’s touch for things like this will cost you extra.” She tilts her head and smiles slyly.

“Of course.” Din hands her a small bag of credits. “And tune up the ship while your at it. All the credits you will need for the clothes, ship and your services are in there.”

“Well..” Peli licks her lips as she opens the bag, “I’ll be the judge of that!”

She walks towards you stretching out her arms happily.

“Hey! Guess who’s gonna have a spa day with me?” She calls to you.

“What’s a spa?” you question back to her dropping the droid who frantically scurries off.

“Oh honey,” Peli says to you, “You have to find better taste in men if he hasn’t treated you to a spa…” She looks back over her shoulder and eyes Din.

Din crosses his arms as Peli harshly plants her arm around your shoulders and begins walking you out of the premises and towards the market.

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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 15

Spoken Like A True Warrior

Mandalorain X Fem Reader

Summary: The Mandalorian crashes on a deadly and uninhabited planet (or so he thought) when he meets a feral woman. They escape the planet by the skin of their teeth but find themselves hunted by every bounty hunter, thief and pirate in the universe when our reader becomes pregnant with a rare breed of child that may grow up into a menace that destroys the universe. But they still protect him and have faith they can raise him to escape the prison of the prophecies that chase him and put a deadly price on all of their heads.

MINORS DNI. 18 PLUS ONLY!

The house Bo Katan had offered was janky and looked diagonal in most views, at best. However, you had managed to make a home out of it from the forgotten rags strewn around the space. You picked wild flowers (and most likely weeds) and put them in broken bottles as vases around the premises. You had managed to mop up most of the dirt and dust on the grey, splintered wood flooring with a rag on a branch as a makeshift broom and Din walked in to find you exhausted, Shy-Tan in your arms, both asleep on the couch. His eyes scanned around at the meagre attempts to make the house look like a home and it warmed his heart, yet at the same time reminded him that he had been subject to a silent slap from his own people as he saw broken beer bottles doubled as flower vases for weeds. You and Shy-Tan deserved better than this, but in your current predicament, none of you could raise your voice in protest. The three of you had protection, apparently, but were still outcasts. A maddening cycle that Din struggled to wrap his mind around.

He sat gently on the couch next to you and you moaned tiredly, clutching Shy-Tan slightly closer then slowly cracking your eyes open.

“How long have you been cleaning?” Din asks softly as he takes Shy-Tan cautiously from your grasp and gets up.

“What time is it?” You wearily ask, rubbing your eyes and blinking awake.

“8 PM.” Din answers as he soothes Shy-Tan to stay in his slumber in his large arms.

“Oh, maker…” You groan, “I’ve been asleep since six. He’s gotta be hungry-” You reach up to take Shy-Tan from Din but he raises a palm and motions for you not to worry.

“I’m gonna put him down and feed him. You relax and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He reassures you. You are too tired to argue and sleepily nod your head as you fall back into the musty couch with a cloud of dust poofing around you and a loud exhale of thankful exhaustion.

Din grabs a bottle of milk and walks into the small walk-in closet you were using as a nursery for Shy-Tan and lays him down, smiling under his helmet as Shy-Tan gurgles in his sleep and reaches his hands up blindly for him. He points a large gloved finger down at him and Shy-Tan's tiny fingers wrap around it.

“You could never end the universe.” Din laughs softly to himself as he repeats the warnings that so many people hissed at him. He pulls his finger gently free and replaces it with the bottle. Shy-Tan takes it with eyes still closed and suckles hungrily.

Din stands holding the bottle for him as his visor scans around the closet.

“One day this is going to be a proper home for you." Din whispers to Shy-Tan, "Your Mom will make a mobile for you. She’ll probably try and get me to help but I’ll just add things that make it look terrifying cause I’m not as crafty as she is. But she’ll fix it. You’ll get your first toy. Proper clothes that aren’t made out of rags… We’re going to get more than this for you.” There is an empty suctioning noise as the bottle drains and Din pulls it away from Shy-Tan, surprised how fast he finished it, “Well... you have a warrior’s hunger.” He pulls him up from the crib and pats Shy-Tan over his shoulder. “I’m new to this Dad thing but I think you’re supposed to burp now.”

There's a small hiccup then a burp and a sudden shock of lightning that shoots out of Shy-Tan into Din.

“Aaah!” He yelps but tries to stifle it as he attempts to not drop Shy-Tan in shock and pain. He suspiciously peers down to Shy-Tan, in his arms, who smiles, gurgles happily, then slowly closes his eyes, tumbling back into sleep. Din notices that there is a glowing coming from under his rags. He softly pulls the rag used as his blanket, down to see a glowing blue stripe on his forearm. He covers it up again and holds him close to his chest as he gently bobs him up and down, trying to ease him further into sleep, staring at the grey splintered wall of the closet with some apprehension, “We won’t tell your mother about that just yet.”

……………..

Din walks out of the closet and quietly closes the rickety door that refuses to shut completely. As he turns to address you he suddenly stops himself as he sees that you have fallen asleep and the cover of night has washed across the room. He sighs, disappointed for not being able to speak with you but also that he missed most of the day to run errands in the city rather than be with his new family. Striding over to you, he’s surprised, you, who are usually constantly on edge, don’t flutter an eye from your rest as he approaches.

“Tired girl…” He whispers and shakes his head slowly with a sigh.

His arms wrap warmly around you as he lifts you from the couch and carries you to the bed, lowering you cautiously down onto the mattress so as to not wake you. He takes an apprehensive step back as you moan and shift slightly, but when you don’t wake he begins to take off his armour and flight suit then slides under the moth-eaten blanket next to you. Depressurizing his helmet with a soft hiss, he places it on the rickety, wood egg box being used as a side table next to the bed. You grumble in protest at the motions and noise, yet don’t appear to exit your blanket of sleep and nuzzle your face between Din’s collar and jaw, right into the stubble of his neck. He breathes in a large gasp of comfort and slowly lets it out as his arm curls around you.

He moves his lips up to the soft skin of your forehead and pushes a long, warm, soft kiss against it. When he pulls away he sees you smile slightly in your sleep.

“You like that, tired girl?” He teasingly asks, not really expecting a response, however, to his surprise, you slowly nod your head and exude a tiny, barely audible groan.

“You want me to take care of you? While you rest?” Din tilts his head and stares down at you with a slight smile peaking across his stubble lined square jaw. There’s a moment of silence, then you nod your head again.

He inhales heavily, trying to quell his excitement as his large palm slowly traces from your neck, down your collar to your breasts that heave slowly with the weight of sleep. Your nipples perk to attention under your loose, thin t-shirt and his large, callused fingers circle slowly and gently around them. You thrust your chest towards him in your sleep and he inhales in excitement watching your body primally react to his touch. Carefully, he pulls up your t-shirt to reveal your milky white breasts slowly rising and falling with restful breaths. He hungrily, yet gingerly lowers his face to your nipple and takes it in his hot mouth and begins to feather soft sucks against it.

Your hips slowly and rhythmically buck as he teases your nipple until it is harder and harder in his mouth. A small torpedo of pleasure rocketing up from your soft skin. Suddenly, a small drop of milk leaks into his mouth. He pulls away shocked, at first, forgetting that you were producing milk, but as your body writhed at the loss of his touch he couldn’t help but savour the flavour and dive in slowly for more. Milk flowed slowly into his mouth and he suckled hungrily, savouring the warm, thick liquid that flowed down his throat. You hummed happily in your sleep as pressure was taken out of your breasts, giving you relief as he pleasured you at the same time.

He pulled up, wiping a drop of milk from his chin then straddled you and hungrily attached himself to your other breast, suckling greedily and wanting more. Your milk flowed into his mouth steadily as his primal urges took over and he began to thrust his hips gently against yours, taking your rock hard nipple into his needy, warm, wet, soft mouth.

Finally, Din pulled away from your nipple with a “pop” and trailed kisses down your rib cage and silky skin of your stomach until he met, hunched with greed, at your pubic hair.

He looked up and your eyes were still closed and fluttering half way through dreaming and awake.

Slowly he portruded his tongue and licked your already wet pussy. Circling your clit.

That’s when your eyes opened. You found yourself in the midst of ecstasy, surprised at first, but falling into the feeling like a rogue animal. You grabbed Din’s mess of curly brown hair as he traced licks around your clit through his smiling lips.

“Good morning.” He mumbled into your pussy without looking up.

“You’d better assume the sniper position and be ready to finish me off, my warrior.” You groaned to him.

Din shifted his legs and arms to a lying position in between your legs, nuzzling his body down into the bed and between your legs like making a nest and paused his actions, looking up at you with his wide, chocolate, piercing eyes.

“Hold on.” He grunted slyly, then dove into your pussy.

His tongue teased and rung around your clit, never quite touching it, making you buck and beg wildly. He was savouring every lick, every flavour, every motion of your overheating, sweat dappled body as you bucked with begging and stuttering syllables.

He pushed two fingers slowly into your opening, just to the first knuckles and could already feel you fluttering and begging for more. Slick poured out of you that he lapped up like a man addicted. He slowly pushed his fingers further into you and curled them to find your secret spot that sent you reeling and bucking.

Stars exploded in your mind and all words were lost as he brought you higher and higher into space.

He put three fingers into you and slowly started thrusting them back and forth, getting you used to the stretch.

You arched your back and with wide eyes and an open mouth called wordlessly at the ceiling. He watched from his position between your legs with dark and almost cruel eyes as he teased you and slowly fucked you with his fingers. You grabbed his hand and tried to thrust it faster into you but he swatted your hand away.

“No.” He said simply, then licked circles around your clit again. emerging only to simply state, “I chose your pleasure.” He demanded. You arch your eyebrows still huffing and hyperventilating, trying desperately to chase your orgasm. He merely smiles again, slightly, goes back to teasing your clit with his tongue and slowly thrusting his three fingers into you. That’s when you feel his thick, strong arm pull you up and flip you over so you’re holding the headboard. You’re unsure as to what is coming next as you pant with need.

You feel him pull your ass cheeks apart and spit on your asshole, then his three fingers pull out of your pussy and paint your asshole, sopping wet and slick with your juices.

“What are you-” You ask looking back but he crowds over you and shushes you. You bite your lip.

His finger slides into your asshole slowly up to the first knuckle, then his other hand returns his three fingers return to your pussy and begin rhythmically rutting into you. You call out in pleasure as your eyes roll back in your head. Your asshole loosens and he pushes his finger in farther and farther, then finds himself soon jack hammering your pussy and asshole as you writhe against the headboard begging and screaming for relief.

“I want to make you feel perfect.” He growls in your ear as you scream out,

“Din! Oh, Yes!” He feels all of your body clench as if he would never get his fingers back then flutter and you came a river around him.

He grasps you around your waist and chest before you lose the strength to hold yourself up from your massive orgasm and he turns you gently over and lays you down in bed.

Your eyes are half closed again as he stares into them and gently plants kisses on your cheeks, forehead and neck.

“Tired girl.” He says again with a slight smile. You blink with heavy eyelids and a fulfilled smile, “Go to sleep, my love.” he shushes you as he strokes your cheek with his thumb and watches your eyes close again and drift off into unconsciousness.

……………………………….

There was a knock at the front door.

Din rustily crackes his eyes open from a deep sleep to see first daylight streaming through the dusty curtains and with a groan, reached for his helmet and put it on. He dragged his waking body to the edge of the bed as the loud knock rapped again, anxiously. He pulled on his flight suit and managed to shabbily get his armour on as he stumbled out to the front door. When he opened it he saw Bo Katan standing on his doorstep.

“Well… I see fatherhood hasn’t done much for your warrior’s instincts.” She snarked, looking at his obviously tired and thrown-together appearance.

“Enemies don’t knock.” Din snapped back then motioned for her to enter.

She stepped into the shabby livingroom and looked slowly around at the dilapidated state of the house.

“I… apologise. I was unaware the living quarters were this… rustic.”

Din leans against the doorframe of the bedroom where you slept and crossed his arms silently and unamused. Bo cleared her throat and jutted up her jaw as she continued,

“We've caught word that there are imperial cruisers coming this way. We can only assume they are for you and your…” She trailed off and Din couldn’t help but notice her disgusted tone as she continued, “Family.”

“You’re asking us to leave?” Din questions with an air of anger tinging his response. There is a long pause as Bo looks around.

“I would like to meet the mother and the child.” She states simply. Din hesitates but gives in, understanding her stance. She can’t protect someone (or “Thing” as she sees it) unless she knows it’s safe.

“She’s sleeping. Give me a minute to wake her up. Stay here.”

Bo nods as Din disappears into the bedroom and closes the door behind him to wake you.

As the door closes, Bo’s attention is caught by some sudden gargling and chirping. She questions where it’s coming from until she follows it to the living room closet and cautiously opens the door.

There, laying in a pile of dirty, ripped rags in a rickety and splintering wood crib is a happy baby reaching up at her.

“Hello there.” She tilts her head at Shy-Tan. Shy-Tan gargles a happy noise and continues to reach for her. She stands over the crib and looks down at him with an exhausted sigh of regret.

“You don’t deserve to live in rags.” She says as she shakes her head and reaches a hand down, touching his chest, giving him a loving jostle. His bright blue stripe lights up and he giggles at her. “You’re cute... for a universe destroyer.” She states flatly. Shy-Tan openly farts and Bo tries to stifle a laugh.

“What are you doing?” Your voice rings out from behind Bo Katan. She whirls around.

“I-I’m sorry. I heard a noise…” She stammered. You push past her and grasp up Shy-Tan to your chest and shove past her into the living room a few feet behind Din, cowering down, clutching him, ready for a fight. “I-I wasn’t trying to hurt him…”

You shoot daggers at her with your eyes.

“I shouldn’t have put you up in this place.” Bo sorrowfully raises her hands and shakes her head. “It was wrong of me.” You clutch Shy-Tan closer as Din holds an arm out to shield you from her and also stop you from attacking her.

“I was scared. For my people... and for myself." Bo admits, sheepishly.

“Yeah…” You laugh in disbelief, “That makes two of us.”

“Why are you here?” Din ushers the conversation along.

“I want you to come to the palace and I’ll make an announcement to the Mandalorians. Introduce you and the child. Because we have a battle on our hands and currently…” Bo trails off and looks off to one side, “I don’t know if they will follow my direction to protect you.”

“Fuck them, then.” You spit.

“We need them.” Din snaps hushed to you.

“I'm 'poorly socialized' remember? Nothing more than a mongrel to them. That means, I don’t say please, I don’t say thank you, I just do what I want and if you want to work with me then you’d better have what I want.” You snark at Din, but your eyes shifted coldly at Bo, aiming your comment at her. “And right now, you don’t have what I want.” You growl at her.

“Please.” Bo says, opening her arms to you. “We will protect you. They just need to see you and know you won’t kill anyone.”

You freeze, staring darkly at Bo in rage then flick your eyes up to Din who merely, slowly, nods his helmet.

“I don’t promise I won’t kill anyone.” You grumble.

Bo Katan nods, “Spoken like a true warrior.”

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#star wars #razor crest #mandalorian #mandalorian fluff #mandalorian smut #mandalorian x reader #mando #mando x reader #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorain fluff #mandalorain X fem reader #Bo Katan #Lactation kink #pregnancy

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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 10 - I’ll Bring The Girl To You

Pairing - Mandalorian x fem reader

Summary: The Mandalorian crashes on an uninhabited planet, or so he thought until you save him from a gruesome death and mend his wounds. You then work together to get off the godforsaken planet of Sypar where everything will kill you. (Please note that this story has progressed past this plot point, however, I cannot disclose further informaiton due to those who may start reading here and not have read the past chapters.)

A/N I've come down with some shit illness that won't make me fully sick but consistently makes me tired and stuffed up and sneezing so I apologize in advance for grammatical errors. It was a bit of a rough ride writing this chapter. Especially since I had to juggle and interweave a lot of plot points to bring things together for the next few chapters. No smut in this one, amazingly. Nudity, fluff, drinking, violence, smoking, language and some questionable decisions characters make that even made me scream at them, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? STOOOOOP!"

Anyways....

Minors DNI 18+ only on all of my work.

Din bolted to Barac’s side as he bled profusely in the cockpit. He tore off a piece of his cape and held it Barac’s neck which spurted blood. He opened a comlink on his vambrace and frantically called for a medic to the Razor Crest. Flustered, he bolted to the fresher of the ship, skidding as he caught the doorframe. His gloved hands shoved everything in the small cabinet out of the way until he grasped all of the bacta patches he had, a meager two and ran back to Barac’s side. He untethered the scrap of cape he had used to try and stop the profuse bleeding from his neck and secured a bacta patch then placed another on his face. His eyes darted frantically back and forth as he used his bloodied cape to try and stop the bleeding from his mangled arm and attempted to comfort him with shushing and “You’re going to be okay” as his heart jumped out of his chest.

Barac wasn’t buying it, even as he went into shock from his wounds, he raised a trembling forearm which Din took and leaned in to hear him gargle,

“I always knew you would kill me before Bylon did…”

Barac’s eyes rolled back as he passed out from blood loss and Din gathered him up in his arms like a frightened animal, then opened a comlink to his mother.

It beeped and beeped but she didn’t pick up. He could hear the sirens of the medic speeders racing to approach in the distance.

“This was foreseen.” A voice rung out from behind Din. He swiveled his head around wildly to see Barac’s mother, the psychic, standing in the cockpit doorway, a black scarf wraped around her head in place of her usual tall and elaborate wig. She stepped toward her son, passed out on the floor in a pool of his own blood. The hundreds of tied, dirty, faded multicolour strips of rags forging her dress swayed as she knelt down next to her son and began soaking up the blood on the floor like a paper towel. She reached out gently and picked Din’s arms off from clutching her son and took his place on the floor holding Barac. She smoothed Barac’s blood soaked hair then looked up at Din.

“I… I didn’t -” Din stammered as she held her bleeding son.

“Your job, now, is to take care of her.” She said with an eerie calmness but brute accent on the words “Take care” that insinuated she may have had a stern double meaning. Din backed off, not sure what to think or how to handle the situation and stormed into the cargo hold to find you. He knew what she had meant when she said “look after her” so sternly.

You were frozen in carbonite. Your face was an expression of terror and your hands were outstretched like clawing tree limbs from the stone. Din pulled is blaster and pointed it, shaking, at your carbonite slab then grunted loudly, banged himself in the head with overwhelming frustration and confusion with the butt of the blaster as if to knock sense into himself then spun around and steadily aimed the blaster at your frozen face again as he heaved breaths, almost as if anvils were on his chest. His eyes stared through his visor at your frozen face. He stepped forward and shoved the blaster into your stone skull. Tears were trailing down his face beneath his helmet as his face wrenched and gasped for sanity. His finger twitched on the trigger, being told to press down and hold back by the same thought.

“FUCK!” He screamed, flailing away and crumbling down to the floor in exasperated sobs. He turns on the floor to look at you and shakes his head forlornly, confused and giving up. Slowly he shuffles over to the carbonite slab you’re frozen in and nuzzles up to your stone body. He reaches up and holds your frozen hand then begins to sob quietly at your feet.

……………….

The air was frigid but the sun shone brightly. It was the time of year where the sun was still shining its optimistic energy on the world, however, it was tainted by the cold bite of incoming winter.

Din had unfrozen you from carbonite and you flopped, unconscious, into his arms, blind and lifeless from the carbonite, but still breathing. He carried you to the small cabin, kicked the door open with a cloud of dust strode a few long steps in and laid you in the middle of the main floor. He was about to turn and leave when he paused and realized he was leaving you with nothing. Turning his helmet slightly back to see you, helpless, still naked, shaking with weakness from the carbonite, in a heap on the floor, he let out a small sigh of resignation then exited the cabin.

He got the hover skid, loaded it up with six months of ration packs and some blankets and clothes then slowly lead it back to the cabin. He unloaded it into the middle of the floor next to you, carelessly dropping a pair of clothes over your body. Just as you were struggling to regain your strength and could barely see through the fade of your vision he stepped out and closed the cabin door.

You pulled your body up, shakily and stumbled a few weak steps to the sink, overflowing with ship parts, to look out and see The Razor Crest taking off, right above the rusted-out razor crest of your family that had crashed on Synpar decades ago.

You crumpled on weak legs back to the wood, dusty floor and hid your head in shame in your angled arms, clutching the back of your head as you grimmaced in excruciating sorrow, fear and disappointment.

You were home.

You screamed.

………………………

Din set coordinates to Navaro. He wanted to talk to Greef Karga and see if he had a place to tuck your tail and lay low for awhile. In the least, he wanted to have a few drinks somewhere with someone.

Din’s vision flashed between you in carbonite, to Barac gargling blood, to his mother and he pushed the thruster handle forward to force the Razor Crest through space.

He shook his head and reached for the button that sent the Razor Crest into hyperspace… your button.

His fingers hesitated and trembled for a moment before he jared his hand into submission, pushed it, inhaled and held it long enough to strangle his feelings as the Razor Crest jumped into hyperspace. He looked once over his shoulder out the window to see Sypar disappearing into the blur of hyperspace as if being erased from his life.

Navaro soon crept up in the windshield of the Razor Crest and Din navigated through the atmosphere and landed in the port. He strode down the ramp and looked to the small gaggle of teenagers, smoking and joking between themselves, waiting for him to toss them credits to fill up the tank and give a once over on the ship. Barac took a drag of a rolled cigarette, leaning against one of the other boys then crushed it under his foot on the ground with a knowing nod at him.

Fuck. He was halucinating. He had left the dying hellscape of Bylon lightyears away but Barac’s image was still haunting him. As he blinked again he saw that Barac and the group of teenagers were actually elderly aliens and a few droids. He hurried off, not fueling up and made his way to the city to see High Magistrate Karga.

………………..

“You do not have an appointment.” The tall droid shifted its head, jerkily, at Din.

“I know. He’s a personal friend. He will want to see me.”

“You do not have an appointment.” The droid repeated, dryly.

Din pulled out his blaster just as Karga’s office door swung open and he stepped out of his office.

“Whoa, Mando!” He laughed, “Don’t break it unless you buy it!” He jovially laughed with open arms. Shooting the droid a dirty look, Din reluctantly holstered his blaster. The droid stiffly walked up to Karga and said,

“High Magistrate, this Mandalorian wishes to seek your council. Do you accept this me-?”

“Yes, yes!” Karga waved off the droid and stepped to Din “Mando!” Karga exclaimed happily and opened his arms for a hug. Din offers his hand. Karga shakes off the formalities and shakes his hand.

“Do you accept this meeting?” The droid says next to Karga’s face.

“DF-7,” Karga turns to the droid, “Mando, here is an old friend. He is always welcome.”

“Do you accept th-”

“YES I ACCEPT THE MEETING!” Karga yells annoyed at DF-7. The droid awkwardly nods and ambles away. “My apologies, Mando. As each day passes I begin to admire your stance of ‘ no droids’ more and more.”

Din eyes the droid as it stands, watching in the corner of the room.

“Hm.” he says unamused. “Why don’t we go get a drink?” Din offers. Karga arches a suspicious eyebrow and leans back.

“Mando wants to socialize?”” He states as if star-struck.

“Do you accept this meeting?” the droid rushes up and repeats from the corner.

Din unholsters his blaster, turns it to the droid pointing it at the droids head and shouts, “Do you accept THIS meeting?!?”

“Mando,” Karga cautions to try to regain the peace and slowly pushes Din’s blaster down with his hand. Din turns his head, enraged, to Karga who merely shrugs, innocently “It’s hard to find good help these days.” Din, again holsters his blaster.

Karga flops an arm around Din “You seem stressed, my friend. Have some thoughts and feelings you’d like to unload? Maybe some drinks at the cantina is just what we need.” He leads the two of them out into the street, “I have just the place to bury some memories.”

Karga leads him to a local Cantina and they sit in a small dark booth at the back of the pub.

“Should I ask where your lady friend is?” Karga asks weakly, yet knowing that this is, most likely, the cause of his discomfort and surly disposition.

Din shifts uncomfortably.

“Two shots of Flameout!” Karga announces at the waiter droid and waves his hand. The jenky droid beeps his approval and shambles to the bar.

“The Luc, right?” Karga asks, slowly arching his eyebrow.

Din knits his fingers together on the table in front of him and with his head slumped down slightly nods once, uncomfortably.

The droid comes back to the table with the shots. Karga takes his and Din sucks his up through the small straw supplied.

“Gah!” Karga slaps his back. "If it’s any solace, if you had a child I would have put a bounty of billions on its head if it was a boy!” He laughs. Din turns his head abruptly and Karga immediately back pedals, seeing his concern. “In the old days, of course! I’ve left that life behind now.”

“Why would you put a bounty on our child?” Din tries to hide his horror, but Karga still picks up on notes of it.

“What?" Karga shrugs as if it should be common knowledge, "Lucs are extinct now and male Lucs are like gold on the black market. Combine that with a Mandalorian father, after the exile…. It would be a killing machine. Great for making soldiers. Add the fact that the females are little murderous monsters when in heat, it makes for some pretty terrible options for mating. I assume that’s why their population was always so small. Only a male Luc could tame that beast… or be understanding that their mate naturally loses their mind every now and then until they get pregnant.”

"When they go into heat... they go insane?" Din queries.

Karga laughs and leans back and stretches his arms over the back of the booth seats, "Female Lucs go into a murderous heat. They kill anyone that seems like a threat to their mate. I assume that's some sort of genetic thing because they can only have one child. Probably nature proteting the species, right?" Karga laughs then stops suddenly when he notices Din starting intently at him. "You didn't know that?"

Din waved two fingers for another drink at the droid.

Din’s next shot shows up and he stares at Karga then sucks it up the straw in one gulp. His mind is racing and nerves have jumped into every inch of his skin.

Karga pauses and stares at Din searching, “Did you mate with her?”

Din looks away.

“Is there a possibility of a Mandalorian Luc male being born?”

Din tips over his empty shot glass and watches it roll around.

“Not anymore.”

“Huh.” Karga leans back, folding his arms in disbelief.

“Where did you drop her?” Karga asks slyly.

Din flicks his eyes up through his visor and says simply, “A planet on the inner ring with friends who are more versed in looking after her.” He lied.

Karga leans back, crossing his arms and nodding slowly, not buying a word of it.

“Sure.”

The pregnant pause hung awkwardly in the air until Din cleared his throat. “I need a place to stay for awhile. I was thinking of Nevarro… just for awhile. Somewhere… secluded.”

Karga nods slowly in thought, “I think I have somewhere for you. It’s not much, a little house just outside of town. It’s on the edge of a swamp but you can squint through your visor and pretend it’s a lake. It has all of the amenities and privacy you will need. I can’t go with you right now to show it to you, but I’ll have one of my staff meet you at the outskirt of town in 20 minutes with some speeder bikes. They can show you the property.”

“Good.” Din nods, “Thank you. I appreciate the hospitality.” Din says standing up.

“Anything for you, Mando.” Karga smiles at him.

With a swish of his tattered cape, Din turns and strides out of the Cantina to meet the staff member. Karga nods his head and calls to a man at the bar, “Katah,”. A Gamorrean seated at the bar turns his head and lumbers over to Karga's table. Karga pats the seat next to him in the booth for him to get in closer. Katah obliges and slides in next to him.

“I need you to put your feelers out to find out if there is a Luc woman who’s been dumped on any planet by a Mandalorian,” He slides a velvet bag of credits to the Gamorrean, “And keep it quiet. Report back to me asap.”

The Gamorrean snorts his understanding and sternly turns and stomps out of the cantina.

Karga shakes his head in disbelief and smiles to himself before he knocks back his last shot then stretches his arms over his head and crosses his ankles with a wide, carefree smile.

……………………..

Slowly the door creaked open to the old, small house and the staff member stepped in, taking the key out of the lock and spreading an arm to motion Din into the living room.

“It’s not much…” The staff member said with an unsure shrug, “But it sure is remote. You’ll have your privacy.”

Din nods and slowly walks through the living room and kitchen combination, tracing his gloved hand on surfaces and inspecting the surroundings. It’s old furnishings but it had a decent amount of space for one person.

“There’s shutters that lock on all the windows and the front and back door have locks… and the bedroom door in case you need-” She clears her throat, “Privacy.” Din looks back at the young woman who is still standing in the front doorway. “Bedroom and bathroom are through there.” She motions, aprehensively. Din takes a quick look into the bedroom then nods.

“This will do fine, thank you.”

“Um…” The staff member pulled a large bottle out of her satchel and presented it to Din, “High Magistrate wanted you to have this as a welcoming present.” She holds her arms out offering the bottle, but appears frightened to enter the house. Din steps towards her and sees her flinch slightly as he takes it from her hands and he has to admit, something about that flinch turned him on. He looked her up and down as she refused to make eye contact and looked down at the floor.

Din leaned an arm against the door frame above her and exhaled a long breath as he looked down at her.

“Do I scare you?” He asked coldly.

She shifted in her anxiety beneath his large frame.

“No.” She whispers in a mousey voice.

“Come in and have a drink with me.” Din offers. She looks up at him through her eyelashes and wide eyes.

“O-Okay.” She felt like she had broken a boundary the moment her foot stepped into that living room and Din put a gentle hand on the small of her back, leading her to the couch. He found two dusty glasses in the kitchen, rinsed them out and poured both of them some tall drinks, his with a straw.

“You don’t look that intimidating when you have to drink from a straw.” The staffer giggled as she took a sip of her drink. Din put an arm around her,

“Do you want to see how intimidating I can be?”

……………..

“High Magistrate, A Gammorean has arrived without an appointment.” DF-7 announces as he rigidly presents the hulking figure who snorts a hefty breath through his snout then shoves the droid to one side as he enters Karga’s office.

“Ah, Katah, my friend! You took longer than expected…”

“Four months is not long when searching the entire universe for someone." The Gammorean snarks. KArga nods and raises his hands defensively,

"You are correct, my friend."

I’ve found the Luc girl you are looking for. She’s on the planet of Sypar.”

“Perfect!” Karga claps his hands together. “How long until you can go retrieve her for me?” The Gammorean snuffs uncomfortably,

“Katah will not go to Sypar. Too dangerous.” He grunts. Karga instantly looks disappointed and cross, “But-” Katah continues, “I have found someone who will…”

In the distance DF-7 is continuously rambling, “Do you have an appointment? Do you have an appointment? Do you have an appointment?” as footsteps come closer and closer to Karga’s office.

Mayfeld pushes past the nosy droid and steps into Karga’s office.

“I know Sypar.” He states simply. “I’ll bring the girl to you.”

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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 9 - It’s Not A Debt

Pairing: Mandalorian x Fem Reader

Summary: The Mandalorian crashes on an uninhabited planet and finds himself injured and being nursed to health by a feral woman born on that planet. After their escape, he finds out that he may not be able to trust her as he had once thought he could.

Minors DNI 18 plus only. Language, drugs, smoking, drinking, sex.

Din tilted his head at Bo Katan’s hologram shimmering blue and hovering in front of him in the cockpit, warning him to dump you on the closest planet and run.

“I’m going to need a bit more information before I do that.”

Bo sighs and leans back in her chair, her eyes flicking thoughtfully around her surroundings before she tries to explain.

“Lucs were never a largely populated race. They existed on a tiny planet, were very suspicious of newcomers, and usually hid when anyone would visit their planet. They were peaceful, for the most part, living in seclusion, but had a reputation for being cold murderers when pushed.

The Imperial Guard targeted their planet to build a base, kill the men, take the young boys to assimilate them to be soldiers for their army and breed the young girls or sell them into the sex trade. The grown women had to be killed. They knew Lucs’ instincts to protect their children, family and what is theirs is so ingrained into their genetics that it would be a bloody battle separating the mothers from their children. So, they blindsighted them with a vicious and extensive attack. They killed the men, the women, stole the boys - everything was going to their plan until the Mandalorians showed up. We fought off as hard as we could, but eventually had to just load the young girls we could find into a ship and fly them to the safety of our home planet. The onslaught was too much for anyone to handle. No one knew what happened to the boys of their race they captured. They probably tried to turn them and when that failed they abandoned the project to force them to be soldiers or slaves or killed all of them.”

She took an exhausted breath and leaned back.

“The Luc children grew up as Foundlings in our society. Once they became of sexual maturity they began pairing off with Mandalorians. That’s when the bloodshed started. Mandalorians took these women as their Riduurs and everything seemed normal… until…. It wasn’t.”

Bo Katan trailed off and stared into the distance.

“What happened?” Din urged quietly.

“They began indiscriminately killing anyone who came within yelling distance of their partner. They seemed to go into the same state of mind at the same time and they were either kidnapping Mandalorains and dragging them out to the outskirts of town or killing anyone in front of them. It was a bloodbath.. don’t know if their instincts and hormones were thrown off around Mandaloraians or if their heat cycle makes them murderously insane - but if you’ve found a Luc… Drop it at the first planet that is uninhabited and run. They killed so many Mandalorians that the Lucs that weren’t killed in battle had to be exiled from the planet for the safety of our race. They were sent to uninhabited planets so they couldn’t hurt anyone else..” Bo finishes, her eyes flicking back to Din to nervously see how he will accept this jarring information.

Din, nods once and leans back in his chair.

“There must have been a reason this happened. Something to set them off…” He tries to explain in a mumble to himself.

Bo simply shook her head, “I don’t know. But I know that they are too dangerous to be around other people. You’re dealing with a ticking time bomb.”

“Why have I not heard this about our history before?” Din asks, his voice dripping with suspicion.

“Exiling our own Foundlings is not a history we’d like to be remembered. So it was decided to keep it as quiet as possible among our people. Many Children of the Watch simply didn’t interact with Mandalorians who lived on Mandalor at the time and now it’s been lost in the pages of time.”

Din sighs, taking in the information and not sure how to process it.

“I’ll take your warning into account.” He states.

“Din,” Bo leans forward, urgently, “I was young, but I’ve seen these things in action. They are indiscriminate killing machines. Please. Please. Dump her somewhere uninhabited so she can’t hurt anyone before it’s too late.” Din sighs and looks to one side. “At least,” Bo arches her eyebrows, begging, “If you see their stripes constantly lighting up blue, be careful. That was the first sign that they were about to turn.”

Din looks back to her hologram with a long pause.

“I need to refuel.” He says and flicks a toggle button cutting off the hologram transmission.

He shifts in his chair and looks down the hallway to where you are sleeping in the cargo hold, then back to where Bo’s image had been projected and rubs his neck in stress.

After a moment, he heaves his body up and he strides down to the cargo hold to check on you.

You slept soundly in your mound of random blankets Din had set up for you as a makeshift bed, your soft breaths puffing out and breaking the monotonous whirring sounds of the ships systems. Din leaned against the doorway and stared across the cargo hold at your soothing, long breaths as you slept and crossed his arms as he beheld the peacefulness of you resting. Eyeing your tangled hair, tumbling over your shoulders onto the blanket and tracing his gaze down the milky white skin of your arm he questioned, How could this beautiful being be a cold murderer?

Silently, he strode across the floor and sat next to you, ensuring you didn’t stir from your slumber. He took in your relaxed form that stirred slightly in your sleep and exuded a few small moans as your eye lids flickered. He wondered what you were dreaming about.

That was when he noticed a glowing coming from under the blanket. A soft aqua blue that glowed gently from beneath the blankets. He gently pulled the blanket down and beheld the stripes down your back emitting a blue hue that cast aquatic projections upon the walls of the hull. He placed his gloved hand on your back and the stripes flashed a purple colour when he embraced you and slowly rubbed your soft skin to temper the dream that was plaguing you. Your body released, stripes turned blue again and you continued to slowly breathe in the peacefulness of your sleep.

“You’re not a monster.” He mumbles to himself.

He shifted and laid down on his side, pulling the covers over himself as he spooned you. You chirped another small moan and wriggled back into his warm embrace as his arms slid over you and held you tightly. Soon Din was also tumbling into unconsciousness, happy to hold tightly to you as you both dreamed.

………………

An alarm went off as the Razor Crest approached the planet which had the fueling station. Din stirred with a start and was surprised that you still remained sleeping soundly. He grazed your cheek with the back of his hand and took you in for a moment before he begrudgingly pulled himself up then headed to the cock pit and began the ships decent to the fueling station.

It was a dirty, gray planet veiled with pollution as ships came and left constantly from refeuling and repairs. The air rattled with clanging of tools, shouts from dirty, boisterous mechanics and the occasional cry of local large birds trying to pick scraps from the garbage cans. Din strode confidently down the ramp to see three young, grease stained humans in mechanics jumpsuits sitting on an old X-Wing engine waiting for their next customer to ask them for a fill up. He tossed them a small bag of credits and robotically ordered,

“Fill it.”

The kids crushed out their hand rolled cigarettes, tussled with eachother with some laughs and jabs then went to work. One of them called out to Din,

“Hey! Mandalorian?” Din stopped and turned around without a response. “This is the way!” He said grabbing his crotch. The three teens laughed hysterically and fell over each other. Din sighed, turned and continued on his way.

Din continued past the fueling station into the slim streets of the city lined with ship parts and shanty towns full of dirty humans that peeked their pale, skiny faces out from their shabbily constructed structures and hastily yanked the curtain back into hiding once realizing that he was an outsider. Din noticed their reactive and unapproachable behavior and ignored it, walking sternly to his destination.

He stopped outside of a dilapidated building, the doorway was tilted and falling apart with a sputtering neon sign that read “Psychic” He pushed past the tattered blanket of a door and entered the dimly lantern-lit interior. Musty pillows and stained couches slouched on top of weather worn rugs overlapping each other made up the slapped-together decor. It was more than most people in the area had.

“I never thought I’d see you again.” An old woman’s voice cut through the thick air. Din moved across the room, pulled out a rickety chair and sat down at a simple wood table that had been cobbled together. “For some reason, I don’t think you came here for a reading.”

Din reaches into his belt, pulls out a small sack of credits and places it gingerly in the middle of the table. A woman adorned in what appeared to be tatters of multi coloured but dirt stained fabric and a towering mass of curly wig emmerges from the shadows and sits across from him. She slowly reaches out and takes the sack of credits.

“I appreciate your continued patronage…” She rasps.

“I owe you one.” Din says simply. “I never thought it could get worse out there” Din tried to hide his disappointment as he refers to the town he just ventured through. “There’s people dying in the streets.”

The woman merely shrugged, “The product of late stage Capitalism when it fails, I guess. Barac has a job filling ships now, so it’s not as tight as it was for us, at least. But everyone struggles now.” She states quietly as she picks open the sack with her wrinkled hands and looks inside.

“I’m aware.” Din nods. “He was working when I landed…” She turns her head curiously and suspiciously up to him. “He said hello to me.”

“Hm…” She raises an eyebrow in disbelief. “I’m sure he did.”

She reaches across the table and grasps Din’s hands and pulls them palms up, inspecting them. He quickly pulls his hands away.

“I’m not here for a reading. I owe you. And I just wanted to see how you are doing.” He explains.

“Honey, it’s part of the job. If you sit in that chair you get a reading” She quips and takes his hands again. Din relents with a sigh.

“I don’t believe in any of this.” He states as if to poke holes in her attempts to earn the credits.

“Do you think you have a future after you leave here?” She snaps angrily at him. Din pauses for a moment then gives in,

“Yes.”

“Then you can listen to me tell you about it. If you believe you have a future, so can I.”

He turns his head away in frustration, yet doesn’t pull his gloved hands out of her grasp this time. She smiles, pats his hands and says,

“Good.” She stares down into his gloves.

“I see fire of birth. Of something you’ve never expected.” She starts, mysteriously.

“You know I’m wearing gloves and you can’t read my palms, right?” It’s not a question he fires at her, but a challenge that she try to see the irony of the situation.

“Your gloves tell me more than your skin, Mandalorian. Now shush!”

Din rolls his head slightly in exasperation but lets her continue.

“There’s a loss. And a mistrust. You’re going to wander without purpose. But you’ll find what you need in the corner lined with dead fire.”

Din pulls his hands away. “Nothing new there.” He snaps sarcastically trying to hide his discomfort at her ability to read the chaotic style of his life.

The woman gives up and leans back in her creaky chair.

“You don’t need to keep coming here. Your debt has long been paid.” She stares at him, emotionless.

“It’s not a debt.” Din says.

“Well, I don’t accept charity. So next time you come here, figure out what this is first and let me know.” The woman digs in the pouch and tosses a few credits to Din, “Give that to my son on your way out from the fueling station. Tell him to eat, for once.”

Din nods and raises from the chair. He turns to leave when the woman calls him one last time,

“Mandalorian… Make sure my son doesn’t get into any trouble on your way out. Okay?” Din looks over his shoulder and slowly nods his understanding that she meant with him, then leaves.

The woman leans back in her chair, pulls off her dirty, elaborate and tall wig with an exasperated sigh.

“That boy will be the death of me.” She says tossing the giant wig onto the ground beside her, rubbing her temples in exhaustion. “Both of ‘em.”

……………………….

Din approaches the Razor Crest and once again sees the woman’s child, Barac, fueling the ship and bobbing to music on some large headphones. Din walks up and taps him on his shoulder to get his attention. He jumps and pulls off his headphones, the long ash of a cigarette dangling from his mouth falling to the ground as he jerks to see the Mandalorian above him.

Din reaches his hand out, and Barac, confused, opened his palm to have Din drop the credits from his mother into it.

“From your mother.” Din states.

Instantly, Barac’s expression changes to anger. Din begins to walk away until he feels the pang of metal against his armor.

“I don’t need her money! Or yours, you fucking droid!” He spits on the ground and flips off Din. Sees the credits rolling on the ground that Barac had thrown at him and he squeezes his eyes shut behind his visor, struggling to hold back his anger, clenches his fists, the leather squeezing tightly at his side then turns and walks up the ramp to the Razor Crest, keeping his promise not to start trouble with her son.

He walks into the cockpit, sits in the pilots chair and begins pushing buttons and running diagnostics.

“Well,” He mumbles to himself, “At least he didn’t put sugar in the tank.” He says inspecting the state of the ship on the console in front of him showing that its fuel tanks were now full,

Suddenly, Din feels like a cold set of eyes is watching him. Strange and distant. He spins and pulls his blaster pointing it at the door of the cock pit, surprised to see you standing there in only your underwear.

“Char’ika…” He sighs, relieved, “I didn’t even hear you come in.” He says holstering his blaster.

You stand there, stationary, without a response. Din leans a crooked arm over the back of the chair.

“Didn’t feel the need for clothes today?” He asks, jokingly.

You still don’t respond.

He notes the back hallway completely engulfed in the blue light of your stripes. An odd occurrence as how they usually are not constantly lit up. Neither are you consistently unclothed. Not that he had complaints about either. However, there was a strange, cold air about you that put him on edge. Din cautiously gets up from his chair.

“Is…. everything okay?”

There is an uncomfortable pause then a strange sound like small birds harmonizing coming from you as you continue to stare at him with dark eyes.

“Um…” Din raises his hands, feeling his nerves leaping into his throat, “We’re just refilling but we can - “

You leap at him, your small frame wrapping around his torso and your mouth engulfs his neck, sucking and licking.

“Okay! I missed you too!” He stammers as he stumbles back against the console.

You nip and suck then bite at his neck while thrusting wildly against him. Your hands claw at his armor, unable to remember how to unlatch it in your hysterical lust so Din releases it himself. He’s never seen you so needy and rushed before. As soon as he released all of his upper armor you grabbed his flight suit and ripped it harshly open and shoved it down revealing his broad chest.

“Whoa! Slow down!” Din laughed. But you seemed insatiable. You bit and sucked and licked your way down to his pants and pulled at the hem of them wildly with your teeth.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him. He stared into your heaving face as you strangled every lust filled breath.

“What’s gotten into you?” He questions, partially concerned but kind of enjoying this dominant rush you’re portraying.

Your hands slap onto his leg armor and manage to unlatch them, then you animalistically pull at his pants with your clawing hands and teeth until you free his cock and greedily take it in your mouth.

At that point, any question Din had about your behavior had completely disintegrated as you bobbed wildly up and down on his cock, sucking and circling his dick with your tongue. He moaned out loud and slumped back against the console, bracing himself with a crooked arm, his ripped flight suit hanging off his now naked frame as you engulfed it. He writhed his hips back and forth into your mouth then bucked wildly. Just as he was about to roll his eyes back and cum you pulled off with a growl, climbed up onto him and in one swoop, took his cock into your sopping wet pussy.

Your hands clawed desperately at the back of his neck as you closely stared into his visor with searching eyes, and an open needy mouth exuding frantic breaths. You began bucking wildly on him, as hard as you could, bracing yourself on the console and arching your back pleasure.

Din watched you become an animal on top of him, his mouth dropping in awe. Your hands couldn’t seem to clasp enough of his body as they clawed over his skin. He smoothed some of your hair out of your sweat misted face as you wildly rode him, panting and moaning. You were beautiful and a rogue being in charge at that moment, Din realized. Suddenly, your walls clenched around him and both of your sweat lined bodies jolted up in an electric orgasm. You grasped him and held him tightly to you, burying his cock in you as far as it could go as you soaked him and felt his dick pump his hot cum into you over and over. He moaned into your ear and bit your lobe.

You fell back, limp into his arms and he held you strongly as he stared into your exhausted face, your eyes half open..

“Tired girl.” He whispered to you with a hint of a smile in his face as he stroked your sweaty hair off your cheek. You didn’t respond, but turned into putty in his hands as he stood up and carried you back to your bed in the cargo hold. Upon entering the hold he was surprised to see you had changed your bed.

You had managed to scrounge every towel, pice of clothing, bedding, blanket and even some wires and string and random items to create what appeared to be a nest.

“You’ve been busy.” Din sarcastically said as he walked up to the new bed you had made and laid you down in the middle of it then lowered himself down too. You were barely awake with a small smile on your face as you cuddled into his naked chest. He tilted his helmet and looked down at you while caressing your cheek then neck and finally throwing his arm over you. Your stripes continued to glow blue, which he found slightly odd that had not stopped in the last day. However, as he looked up at the beautiful hue it cast around the cargohold with your warm body in his arms he whispered again,

“Not a monster.”

…………………………..

“What, are you scared of him or somefin’?” One of the teenage boys that refuled the ships taunted to Barac. Barac rolled his eyes and threw a wrench at an engine full force a few feet away with a shattering clang.

“I aint scared of nuthin!” He said proudly puffing his chest and chugging his beer. He then spun around tossing the bottle into the engine as well.

The other boys “ooooooh’d” at him tauntingly.

“He’s just mad that The Mandalorian is fucking his old ass Mom!” One of them jackal laughed while swigging their beer.

“He’s fucking not! And if I even thought he was, I’d walk right up that ramp and kick his metal ass!” Barac drunkenly exclaimed.

“Yeah?” Another boy, lounging on an old broken down ship wing challenged while he took a puff of a joint. “So go up there.” He tossed a small metal disk with a large button in the middle at Barac who caught it and inspected it, curiously, “it’s a ship skeleton key. It can open any ship door. I’ve been working on it for almost a year. So go up there to his Razor Crest and steal something from the ship. Bring it back to us. Unless you’re fucking-” He shivers mockingly, “Sc-sc-sc-scarred!”

Barac grabs another beer from the now empty box and looks to the boy who challenged him, then to the Razor Crest, then back to his large group of friends all egging him on. He abruptly pops the top off of the beer on the wing of the ship his friend is lounging on, takes a swig of beer and with it dripping down his chin he nods, trying to build confidence in himself, “Yeah. Sure. Sure, you fuckers!” He proudly walks towards the Razor Crest sprawling his outstretched hands with the beer still in one fist, “Here I go! Into the scary Mandalorian’s ship! OooooOOOOoohhh!” He slapped the disc onto the bottom of the ship and to his horror, the door slid open and a ladder slid down. There was no turning back now as all his friends silently waited to see the outcome of this with baited breath.

Barac stepped gingerly to try to cover the echoing of his boots on the steel floors of the dark interior of the Razor Crest. His breaths were heavy and once he noticed he swigged his beer then placed the empty bottle on the edge of a console in the hall and walked into the cock pit. He looked around, tracing his hands on all of the surfaces until he stopped, shocked to see a childish hand-drawn map taped to one of the walls. He plucked it down and inspected it with a confused expression.

“Where the fuck is Sypar?” He whispered to himself.

When his beer bottle knocked to the floor behind him he spun around and saw you, naked, standing with your dark eyes and face tilted down staring stiffly at him.

“Maker!” He jumped shocked. You didn’t move. He raised his hands slowly, “I’m not stealing… I-I’m a-a mechanic. You know, from the fueling station?” Barac stutters holding his palms up to you cautiously. You just stand stiff, still with no response, turn your head and emit a low animalistic clicking noise “D-do you speak English? What are you? His pet or something?” He teased, trying to lighten the air, with a laugh. As you didn’t move, he awkwardly shifted and stepped back.

“I’m not looking for any trouble…” He said, sensing that you were dangerous. “Why the fuck are you glowing?” He stammered seeing your blue stripes washing the cock pit with their light.

A harmonized chirping emitted dangerously from somewhere deep in your chest and you flung yourself forward with a scream.

Barac tumbled back against the console, throwing his hands up and screaming as you tore at his flesh with clawed hands and bit and yanked wildly at his skin, screaming for death. Blood splattered across the windscreen, across the floor, as he gargled.

Hands grasped you and threw you wildly back, your body skidding down the hallway. You looked up to see Din’s huge frame blocking your way to your access to Barac. You let out a blood curdling scream, ran full speed and tried to slide between his open legs but he caught one of your ankles and dragged you flailing through the cargo hold, slammed you up against what you thought was a wall and a freezing cloud washed over your body like a tornado engulfing you in darkness.

You could see nothing anymore.

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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 3 - I Like It Here

The Mandalorian chases a bounty to an unknown planet on the outer rim that is deadly. He becomes stranded and meets a feral woman who lives on the planet.

A/N I had tried to post this without wearing my glasses at 3:00 AM (I don't sleep) which was a big mistake. I accidentally posted it twice and missed a bunch of spelling errors and it was just terrible. So I have reposted with my proper seeing plates on my face now and have even added onto it. Also, everyone loves a little Princess Bride crossover Easter Egg right? There’s also a little TLOU Easter egg near the end.

Minors DNI. No Smut in this one, but violence and some parts that may give you the feels and the sads. Technically, I guess "the sads" is "the feels" to some extent. I should just stop saying either of those things.

CHAPTER 3 - I Like It Here

Skinning and butchering a Rous is never an easy job, but this time it seemed like less work, knowing that someone else would enjoy the fruits of your labour. You slowly stirred the giant pot of stew on your wood burning stove, disassociating from everything as you mindlessly, yet happily, stared into the whirlpool of meat and vegetables below you. You knew Rous didn’t really taste good… or like anything apart from disappointment… but it was food and the best you could offer the Mandalorian and that gave you a sense of pride to be able to offer a small comfort after you both had done a long day’s work stripping your old ship of parts.

Your mind slowly churned the idea of getting, the hell, off this damn planet. You wondered what space really looked like. What it felt like to fly in a ship. Mostly, what it felt like to finally meet another person. What was this new affinity for the Mandalorian and could your night of passion have just been an emotional slip-up on his part? Did this put your trip off the planet at risk? Did you make a terrible tactical error? You brought the large pot over to the counter by the window and was surprised that when you looked up into your reflection, for the first time you saw an unintended smile on your face.

The front door to the cabin creaked open and you turned with a smile holding a wooden bowl of soup, expecting The Mandalorian to be standing there awaiting you to greet him.

The blaster was aimed squarely in between your eyes.

In shock, you dropped the stew and it splashed all over your legs and feet as the wooden bowl thudded and rolled. The sudden action didn’t phase Din. He continued to aim his blaster at your head and though you couldn’t see his expression behind his helmet you could tell by his body language that he meant to kill.

You raised your arms defensively, “I-uh didn’t know my cooking was that bad…” You nervously joke and trail off. He was completely silent and still aiming at you, like a stone statue that encompassed a burning silent core of rage. He didn’t offer a word of explanation. Only the rhythmic patting of stew dripping off your pants onto the floor could be heard, “You’re leaving me here and taking the ship, aren’t you?” you concluded quietly and sadly with your hands raised in the air in submission. It was your nightmare come true.

He had a large tattered blanket wrapped up in his other hand like a make-shift bag that was full of something quite large and bulky. You nodded at it, carefully, “What cha find there, Marco Pollo?”

Din paused, mulling over if he even wanted to interact with you, then released his grip on the corners of the blanket making the make-shift bag and its contents clamour loudly and heavily to the ground.

You see it and your heart leaps into your throat, your eyes grow wide and you shake your head frantically,

“I can explain!” You say trying to move your surrendered hands into a more reassuring gesture but Din took three steps forward and pushed the blaster tightly against your skull. You close your eyes and flinch away in fear as he pushes your head down and whispers ragefully into your ear.

“You’re killing Mandalorians.” He growls uncontrollably.

Your eyes well up with tears as you look down at the old, dusty Mandalorian armor that Din had dumped on the floor.

“I’m not!” The words escaped your mouth, not as a plea, but as chaotic sadness.

“Where did you get this from and why were you hiding it on your ship!” Din screamed in your face. You crumpled down onto the floor trying to stifle your tears but his blaster was still digging into your head and his rage filled stance shook with ferocity. Understanding that his anger was so deep, you realize this could very well be your last seconds alive.

“I didn’t get it from anywhere!” You sob, terrified. Din shoves your head with the blaster taunting you to continue explaining. He pushes your body back onto the floor and straddles it, his fury had his hand shaking as he held the blaster. You stare at with him with wide eyes and breathe frantically but offer nothing more, too scared that any response you may give will just further his resentment and you may end up dead. He’s frustrated you won’t talk so he offers his observation,

“You’re killing Mandalorians and selling our armor. “ He snarls. You suddenly jolt to try to escape but he easily grabs your wrists and holds you down. “You must have a deal with the bounties that come here. Lure Mandalorians here and kill us and take our armor then split the cost with them. That’s how you knew where I was in the jungle - because I was exactly where I was supposed to be in order for you to lure me here to kill me and take my armor. Why else would you have stayed on this hell-hole for so damn long? None of these broken ships could get a com signal?” He growls into your ear as he puts a hand on your chest and gruffly shoves you all the way onto your back.

You try to sit up and explain, “You can’t get a signal through the atmosphere here-”

He shoots his blaster just past your head as a warning shot. And you flail back onto the hard planks of the floor and wrench out sobs as you curl up and hold your head in terror. Din gets up.

“I’m taking the armor.” He states, “It belongs with my people… And I’m taking the ship parts and your map..” he states simply as he grabs your map off of the drafting table. You are terrified of being left behind and begin to beg,

“No! Please don’t leave me here! You don’t understand!” You plead.

Din wrenches one of your arms forward and cuffs it then secures the other end of the handcuffs to a pipe below the sink. He turns, picks up the Mandalorian armor he found and scoops it back into the blanket again then walks calmly out of the cabin without a word or a look back as the door slams shut.

“No!” You scream over and over hysterically, trying to wrench yourself from the sink pipe. It was no use. Din was gone and so was your ride off this planet.

………………

Din mounded up the ship parts the two of you had stripped from your rusted out Razor Crest onto a hover skid and began slowly walking across the field towards the jungle. The only sound was the gentle droning of the hover skid as it drifted close behind him. He paused at the edge of the field and looked up at the star filled, clear sky then back at the tiny dilapidated cabin. He felt a sharp stab of sorrow then shoved it down somewhere deep and pulled out your tattered map from his pocket he had stolen from the cabin and unfolded it, looking at the decades of your work scrawled out on the stained and delicate paper.

He took one last look at the cabin and could hear your terrified and desperate screams from inside, muffled by the space of the cold night air. He felt his eyes hotly well up underneath his helmet then swallowed, took a deep breath, and concluded that he had known of you had sprouted from lies and deception and weren’t the real you. He felt as if he had gotten attached to a hologram over a trap. He pushed forward down the trail, leaving you forever behind in the cabin. He would find his ship and leave you far behind with everything he felt about you.

………….

You’re finally exhausted from your cries and are curled in a ball with your arm still cuffed to the pipe under the sink. After a few sniffles and trying to wipe your nose on the shoulder of your tunic you realize you need to get free, not only to try and catch up with the Mandalorian, but also, you’ve heard starving to death is one of the most painful ways to die. Then you remember the conversation about the fresher you had with the Mandalorian - that the plumbing hadn’t worked for years because after a flood, the ground shifted and the couplings in all of the pipes under the cabin were all disconnected now. You didn’t want to pull out as you had been, you had to pull up, out of the ground. You yanked wildly up grunting then screaming as you jammed up on the pipe as hard as possible. Your wrist became bruised and cut with friction trauma. It seemed useless. You thought about how you would be forced to spend the rest of your life on this planet, day in and day out, in absolute terror. You thought about the Mandalorian out in the universe, believing that you were a cunning murderer for money. You thought about how at peace you felt in his arms and the last feeling of him you would have is his murderous anger.

Your hair was matted to your face from sweat and tears. With one last air shattering scream you wrenched your whole body up. A coupling snapped just beneath the floor and you flew backwards and landed with a dusty thud on your back.

Shaking off the landing, you raised your now free hand in disbelief with wide eyes. It took a moment for your brain to realize you were free, but once it did you scrambled to your feet, flailed to a small shelf and shoved a pile of ship parts off of a shelf and grabbed a small, dusty notebook then bolted out the front door.

Every muscle in your body worked harder than it ever had to sprint top speed across the field to catch up to Din.

You burst through the underbrush of the dark jungle and ran with your every last breath through the giant leaves and thick branches. As you run, the pitch black jungle begins to become spotted with glowing neon green algae specks that light up the silhouette of the leaves and land that cover their contours. You break through the tattered and knotted bushes to stand at the edge of a swamp. Your worst suspicion was playing out in front of you.

A Harkmon is hunched over on the other side of the swamp and seems to be playing with its food as its giant paws slowly shove and push something below its towering body.

You expertly clamber up the closest tree, grab a vine and swing down landing on top of the Harkmon. It rears up and exudes a jungle-shaking roar as it bucks to shake you off of it.

Din is laying below the Harkmon, injured but still very much alive.

You begin stabbing blindly, hoping to find the correct eye to blind. Your efforts are frivolous as the Harkmon continues to buck and roar. It wasn’t until it decides to ignore you and turns back to Din, who is shuffling back on his elbows, throwing his hands up to protect himself in terror, that you feel something you have never felt before.

“He’s mine…” You whisper through grated teeth at the Harkmon..

You let out a soul shattering scream.

A light emits out from your body, growing slowly.

A lantern light. A room light. A supernova.

Din turns his head away at the brightness and cowers into the ground.

A blinding flash engulfs the world and explodes.

You fall off of the Harkmon.

All of the Harkmon’s eyes were completely blinded by the light at once and it slumps to its side, dead.

You fall into the swamp water, unconscious, and Din scampers over and gathers you in his arms, unsure of what happened, but understanding you just saved him. He looks over his shoulder and sees his Razor Crest.

………….

You slowly regained consciousness and saw towers of metal cargo boxes stacked upon the metal floor you laid on. However, you are surprised to find yourself surrounded by some scratchy grey blankets and a few flat pillows. You appear to have woken up in a really terribly made make-shift bed on a floor somewhere. You hear a faint whirring sound like mechanics working and the sound of an air filtration system mixed with faint beeping.

As your vision becomes more clear and adjusts to the dark you see the silhouette of the Mandalorian leaning against a doorway with his arms crossed, staring at you. He doesn’t offer any words, just is staring at you.

“You’re not trying to kill me.” You state groggily as you shuffle into a sitting position.

Din tosses something on the floor that skids over to you. You look down and see that he’s found the notebook you took from your cabin before you took off after Din.

“My father’s diary…” You say trailing off and looking up at him.

“I owe you an apology.” He says softly, “You were never after my armor. Or collecting Mandalorians’ armor… Your father was a Mandalorian and that was his armor. That explains how you knew so much about my culture even though you had never left the planet or ever met anyone else. He had taught you about the ways of The Creed.” Din walked over and took your folded and weathered map out of his pocket and slowly handed it to you. “You’ve been unconscious for two days. I fixed up my Razor Crest but had to go back to your cabin to gather food. Your map saved me from getting lost and probably kept me alive. I saw the names marked on it - ‘Clara and Shy-Tan Garamond’. That’s where their graves are. I figured out that you never meant any harm to me.”

You struggled to your feet and looked from your map, up into Din’s visor. The overwhelming urge to wrap your arms tightly around Din was no longer controllable and you buried your face in his chest. He slowly raised his arms and you felt his hands slowly caressing your back to sooth you.

“I should have said something before but I didn’t want to answer any questions about my past.” you explain.

“I understand.” Din nodded.

“That’s an interesting bed you made me. Am I in the cargo hold?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, I don’t consider you cargo. There isn’t a ton of room for a person to be sleeping in the cockpit so this was the next best option. I didn’t want to put you in my cot since the door auto-shuts when someone enters it and I wanted to be able to hear you and keep an eye on you in case you needed help.”

“When do we leave this horrible planet?” You ask. Din cocks his head to one side and realizes you’re not aware of the situation yet.

“Come with me.” He takes your hand and leads you down a small corridor to the cockpit.

You feel as if you’ve been winded as your eyes become wide and jaw drops. Sprawling out the windscreen of the Razor Crest is countless stars as the universe stretches on forever before you. Your breath picks up and you almost begin hyperventilating,

“I’m in space?” you turn and whisper in awe to Din. He nods his head once.

“That,” He points out the side window down to a green planet far below, “Is Sypar.”

You look in awe at the seemingly tiny planet that is slowly getting smaller as the Razor Crest gently flies away from it. You put your hand on the window.

“Bye Mom… Bye Dad…” You whisper and trace your finger around the circumference of the planet on the window. Turning back to Din, you smile and he motions with an open palm to the co-pilots chair. You giggle and immediately jump into the Captains chair.

“Nice try…” Din says picking you up and placing you into the co-pilot's chair. “You only have experience with crashed ships so I think I’ll be the one doing the flying for a while.”

“Fine.” you roll your eyes and mope crossing your arms. After a moment you slowly reach forward to push a button but Din grabs your hand and stares at you in warning. Before he releases your hand he slowly guids it to another button and places it on it.

“You can push that one now.” He instructs.

A wide smile stretches across your face as you push the button and you hear the humm of the engines change slightly. You clap with joy and Din smiles under his helmet.

“I like it here.” You say happily, “That’s my button from now on.”

Din chuckles and nods, “Sure. That’s your button from now on.”

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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 16 - Lemon Tree

Mando X Fem Reader

Minors DNI

Summary: I'm too fucking tired to reiterate 15 chapters of whats gone on. Just read this and if you're interested, read the rest. There's no smut in this one cause... fucking plot and twists sometimes have to take place in between dicks. At least in literature... fuck. don't reference Shakespeare.,, exception to the rule? (Checks list) nope never mind. Well, I'm sorry, I'll make up for the lack of sucking and fucking next time. There's tender moments here that will leave you teary eyed.

.... I will never write my own summary again. This is the worst.

You hold Shy-Tan in your arms tightly bundled in rags with Din standing next to you on a stage in the ball room of the Mandalore Palace as Bo-Katan addresses a meagre crowd of Mandalorians that chose to show up. This may be a hard sell.

“This is Din Djarin…” She starts loudly as she motions to Din. "He has worked numerous times and put his life on the line to rebuild and save Mandalore.” Din nods at Bo Katan. “This, is Din Djarin’s Riduur… She has saved him numerous times from death. She has put her life consistently on the line for one of us without any benefit to herself.” Bo explains. The crowd is still silent and obviously unsure. "She gave birth to the first Mandalorian/Luc child since the exile of Lucs to our planet with her RIDUUR” She ensures to emphasise, “Din Djarin.” The crowd is still unsettled and silent. Bo decides to take another approach.

“This is not about a decades old exile we tried to strike from our history books. This is about seeing people for who they are, not what they came from. The basic code of being a Mandalorain. We do not judge our Foundlings this way. Shame on us if we judge other races this way! This is not about revenge on a bloodline. This is about continuing a bloodline! This isn’t about genetic failure, this is about OUR failure! We failed the Lucs. A species that only wanted to exist peacefully and procreate and make the universe better through their actions. They. Chose. Us. As mates. We turned a blind eye to exactly what that would entail. We never asked questions about their culture, their history, and they didn’t even know their own history, being children. We should have done the legwork to ensure our Foundling Luc population had the right care and informed people caring for them. We failed. Mandalorains failed. Not Lucs. Today, with the birth of Shy-Tan Djarin, we re-write our history books. We will learn, accept and protect those around us…” Bo puts a soft arm around your back and ushers you up to the microphone.

“Hi…” you wave shyly. “I-uh... don’t want to kill you…” You look back at Din shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders not sure what to say. He puts a gentle hand on the small of your back and pushes you back up to the mic and whispers quietly,

“Say what you need to say…”

You step up to the mic again and clear your throat, completely unsure of where to start. How can you sum up the entirety of two races battling each other as one, uninformed woman, thrust into a leadership role you never wanted. So you started where ever you could grasp a thread in your story...

“I was born on a planet that killed everything alive. My mother and father died there. But when I was about to give up, was dying of malnutrition, I found a seedling of a lemon tree. Lemon trees had no reason to be on Sypar and had no chance of survival without intervention. And I watered that tree every day, weeded around it, Gave the ground nutrients of my food when I was hungry. That seedling grew into a tree that bore fruit to me and I learned how to survive the harsh environment to keep myself alive with its fruit. That tree didn’t ask to be there. It was just born there. It took myself fo it to help it to thrive until it could give back to me. That seedling should have been an afterthought. Something to be brushed off as something to die because it didn’t belong there, it was nothing. I helped. That’s all it took. Was a little help. And that tree is the reason I’m here. The reason Din Djarin met me. The reason our child exists. That tree taught me that love grows love.”

You step away from the microphone as all of the Mandalorians are still silent. I look to Din, nervously, and shrug as if to say “I did my best” Bo looks aprehensively around the silent crowd.

“I will plant the seed!” A Mandalorian's voice echoes out through the ballroom as he steps out of the crowd and thrusts a fist to his chest.

“I will plant the seed!” another Mandalorian shouts from the back of the crowd.

“I will plant the seed!” another Mandalorian steps forward and shouts. Then one by one, the entire crowd steps forward stating they will stand with you and Din.

Din hugs you close with a strong arm and whispers to you, “You’re not alone anymore.”

………………….

Bo leads you, Din and Shy-Tan in your arms back through the palace and informs you,

“I have intel that Imperial Cruisers are on their way here and there’s another giant fleet coming from the other direction. Our censors can’t pick up what kind of ships the ones from the East are. It’s like they’ve never been scanned or in this sector before. And there’s a lot of them. You need to find another planet to hide on. We can't hold both fleets off even if we can get the rest of the Mandalorians on board. You’re not safe here for long.”

Din nods, “How much time do we have?”

“Maybe an hour. We’ll get you to your home fast but leave right away. We’ll create a distraction. I don’t think you’re getting out of here without a battle.”

Bo Katan's assistant shuttles the three of you back to your shabby house as fast as possible and we frantically load everything into the Razor Crest as fast as we can. You’re in the bedroom gathering up Shy-Tan when a bounty hunter aims through the window and blasts at you.

You tumble with Shy-Tan in your arms behind a door frame and Din immediately hears and rushes in and shoots the bounty hunter.

“Come!” Din yells grabbing your wrist and trying to dart you out to the Razor Crest.

Storm Troopers line the property and start taking shots at you, raining the air with blaster fire. It's too late, the Imperial Cruisers have landed and so have Bounty Hunters and soon another fleet will be here to kill you, Din and take your child. You, with Shy-Tan huddled close to you and Din rush and crouch behind a small cargo box in the front yard. You're huddle together, Din’s arms engulfing you.

“How are we getting out of here?” You ask frantically through the blaster fire coming from all directions.

Din looks around, watching Storm Troopers surrounding you from every angle.

“I-I dont know…” He stammers, and for the first time you hear terror quaking his voice as he holds you and Shy-Tan even closer under him.

He pushes his vembrance and releases his whistling sparrow missiles but it only takes out about ten Storm Troopers with 50 more closing in.

Din’s Com Link goes off and he hear’s Bo-Katan say, “The other fleet has arrived… prepare for more fire!”

You whine, terrified, holding Shy-Tan under the cave that Din has created over you with his body.

“We’re going to die.” You cry then put your hand over Shy-Tan’s eyes. Din doesn’t say anything but you feel his body tense as he covers you.

There’s the sound of ships soaring overhead, ship fire, blaster fire and screaming. There’s numerous blinding, flashing, lights, explosions and you feel dirt being thrown around and shot into your skin from the blast. After the initial blasts and ship engines soaring close to the ground it sounds like hand to hand combat until it becomes quiet.

Din refuses to stop covering the two of you, shaking, sure that this would be your end.

Everything is silent. The air can be heard again.

A hand touches Din's shoulder.

Din raises his helmet to see a man standing over him. He holds a long sword dripping with blood as he drops the decapitated head of a StormTrooper. His face is striped with glowing neon blue stripes.

He holds his hand out to Din to help him up.

“Din Djarin?” He asks.

Din takes his hand, confused and stumbles up to his feet, letting you and Shy-Tan who he was covering, slowly sit up.

Din stares around the horizon watching the unknown fleet eradicate numerous fleets of Star Troopers in the horizon with flashes of blinding blue light on the battlefield and screams. He stands in awe.

You stand up with Shy-Tan in your arms, eyes wide, taking in the war torn environment then stares at the man who saved you.

“Who are you?” Din finally manages to mumble in awe.

The man doesn’t respond. His blue stripes streaking across his face illuminate brighter.

You speak up, understanding who they are...

“They’re the enslaved male Lucs from the Empire Raid on my home planet... You survived."

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