#mando snowflake

[danaewrites]

Helmet Over Heels

part i: the winter of our discontent

din djarin x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 3.8k

summary:  When your path literally collides with a beskar-covered Mandalorian one night, neither of you expect how that meeting will irreversibly change the trajectory of your lives. 

You’re pulled into his powerful orbit, agreeing to take care of his son in exchange for adventure and freedom– when he’s not off hunting bounties and inadvertently saving villages in need, that is. It’s the perfect plan. Or it would be, if only your quiet crush on the man would stop growing into something more with every hour you spend together. There’s no way he’d ever feel the same, right?

And Din? Well, he’s been trying (and failing) to convince himself that he’s not completely helmet over heels for you since day one. But a Mandalorian can only repress his emotions for so long…

(This fic takes place sometime after Season 2. Din’s back on his bounty-hunting business with a Razor Crest that was never destroyed and an adorable green sidekick who won’t stop chewing on its wires.)

tags: strangers to friends to lovers, slow-ish burn, nicknames, touch-starved din djarin and fem!reader, canon-compliant through season 2 and then Jesus takes the wheel :P

author's notes:

hello and welcome to my first ever mando fic!! i binged the entirety of the first two seasons in a week to get me through tedious internship work and accidentally fell in love with our favorite space dad and his cute green child along the way. oops (i regret nothing)

with the outline i currently have for this fic, it’ll be around 11-12 chapters, although that’s likely to grow as we get deeper into the story. the posting schedule might be anywhere from once a week to once a month, but this wip *will* be finished.

the second chapter's scheduled to upload next week as a little treat for y'all, so if you want to catch it then hit that follow button or ask to be added to my taglist! ;)

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii, part iv coming soon!

You watched the last of tonight’s drunken patrons stumble out of the cantina and into the bitter Nath night with a relieved sigh. Wiping your hands on the stained apron tied around your waist, you fished a set of bronze keys out of a tiny pocket and began your nightly walk around the perimeter of the bar, locking doors and pulling down rusty shutters as you went. The cantina was silent aside from your quiet shuffling– a welcome reprieve from its usual crowded bustle and chatter so hectic you could barely hear your own thoughts. 

You hummed softly as you adjusted booths back to their original positions and swept crumbs off of battered tabletops, wishing that the small holospeaker at the edge of the room hadn’t been broken in a recent bar fight. Swaying to its pre-Imperial oldies throughout your long, exhausting shifts had been one of the only perks of working in this run-down cantina, but without the soothing ambience of music, a chill threatened to sink into your bones and paralyze you with the deep depression this side of the planet seemed to have succumbed to.

You never planned to stay here for as long as you had. No one really did, except for criminals who knew that no one would willingly come here to search for them and locals who had never known anything else. Nath might have been charming, once– all soft snowflakes and peaceful walks under sepia-toned streetlights– but that was before the Empire had destroyed every semblance of comfort and culture and replaced them with brutalist brick structures that were already crumbling under the weight of their makers’ crimes. The fear lingered long after the Imps had finally left the post, reflected in the sad eyes of the fishmongers’ children and the way one would be hard-pressed to find a factory worker who didn’t spend his nights nursing a bottle and the ghosts of blaster scars across his back.

You had your own scars, of course, but you still held out hope that things would change and you’d make it out of here– although that hope was gradually diminishing as off-world shuttles visited less and less frequently and the permanent winter worsened. Five years ago, you’d been unceremoniously dropped off at the town’s dingy port, forced to land after your shuttle to Corellia was damaged by an unexpected detour through an asteroid field. You’d taken the cantina job thinking you’d only stay long enough to pay for passage on an outgoing ship, but soon learned that any shuttle risking the terrible weather to land here would also charge an exorbitant boarding price– one that would take you years to afford with the meager pay you received. And your tentative plan of stowing away on a spice freighter and sneaking off once it arrived at its destination (you weren’t picky about where, so long as it wasn’t Nath) was tempered by the increasingly likelihood that you’d get blown to pieces the minute you entered space by one of the pirate gangs that ruled the atmosphere these days. So– you were stuck here, at least for now.

The smell of something burning in the back of the cantina drew you out of your thoughts. Cursing, you raced to the kitchen, where your dinner was quickly blackening on the stove. Kriff. You shut off the burner, staring at the charred mess before you for a few seconds before dejectedly scraping it into an almost-overflowing trash bin. Well, there went your plan to eat quickly and head to your tiny flat before the storm outside worsened. Your rental pod had barely enough space for your bed and a miniscule bathroom, so you had to use the cantina kitchen if you wanted to stay fed– but the stove here was so old, it took half an hour longer than usual to cook anything. You resigned yourself to another night sleeping in a booth, since the flurry outside would prevent you from navigating your way home safely. 

You sliced up a few vegetables and set them to simmer in a pot with the last of the herbed broth and sandseed noodles from today’s lunch special, glancing at the bin next to you. It was probably a good idea to take out the foul-smelling waste before you were sealed in next to it all night. Wrinkling your nose at the unappealing scraps of food threatening to fall off the top of the pile, you hefted the bin up and maneuvered it through the back door of the cantina, being careful not to stain your apron any more than it already was. The harsh winds nipped at every sliver of exposed skin and dusted your hair with a pearlescent sheen of snow, making you wish you’d thought to slip on something warmer than your thin blouse and trousers before leaving the protection of the kitchen.

You navigated through the blizzard to the end of the dark alleyway behind the cantina, your path lit only by two buzzing lamps at each end of the narrow corridor. You scrunched your face up against the cold, willing yourself to keep walking despite your extremely limited night vision. Just a few more steps, and then you’d be free of your compostable burden for the night. You turned the corner, stepping to the left where you knew the trash compactor was, and immediately collided with a giant hunk of metal.

Said hunk of metal cursed loudly as it stumbled head-first over the garbage bin you’d dropped in shock after the impact, falling forward into the snow. “Dank ferrik!” 

Your eyes grew wide as the glow of the flickering streetlights illuminated the very-much-alive Mandalorian lying in front of you. It was just your luck that you’d managed to potentially injure the kind of warrior you’d only heard about in hushed rumors, or at least someone who was wearing the armor of one. Okay, injure was a strong word, but all that cold, hard beskar couldn’t be very comfortable to fall on despite the protection it offered. 

“Stars, I’m so sorry, let me–” 

You reached forward, stretching out a hand to help the Mandalorian up when a small green head suddenly popped up out of a tawny bag slung across their side. You yelped in surprise, losing your balance on the icy road and toppling forward. You winced, bracing yourself and preparing for the inevitable impact– except right as you were about to hit the ground, one steel-clad arm shot out to grab your wrist while the other steadied your hips. You gasped at the warmth of the unexpected contact, pulse quickening as you stared at the–man? person?–beneath you, the only thing preventing you from a nasty collection of bruises appearing across your side tomorrow. 

A deep baritone sounded from the helmet– likely modulated, from the slightly grainy tone. “Are you alright?”

Definitely a man, then. You pointedly ignored the butterflies that stirred to life in your stomach at the sound of his voice, praying that he would attribute your shiver to the cold and nothing more. Stars, this was getting more embarrassing by the minute. You tucked away the thought, making a note to do some serious soul-searching later on about the depth of your touch-starvation and its potential impact on your mental state. 

You gave a quick nod, muttering your thanks and carefully rolling to the side as you dusted clumps of snow off of your trousers. You looked up at him to see him gently picking up the little green creature you’d been so startled by earlier and tucking it back into the bag, pulling his cloak over its head to shield it from the chill. That was… rather cute, actually. You thought Mandalorians were supposed to be scary fighters, dedicated to nothing but their Creed, but this one was clearly fond of the small thing clinging to him. You couldn’t blame him; the green creature’s big ears and bug eyes were adorably endearing. 

The cold winds picked up pace, and you wondered why anyone would be out here during such a storm as you got to your feet. Anyone local would have sought shelter hours ago, and no freighter would dare to land in such conditions. 

“Are you... lost?” You tentatively asked. “Can I help you find someone?”

The Mandalorian remained silent for several long seconds, helmet tilted slightly. Whatever he saw in your face seemed to have settled well with him, and he released a quiet huff through the modulator.

“I need to get food. For my son,” he eventually admitted, gesturing to the baby peeking up at you. 

“Oh!” You brightened up considerably as you remembered the flavorful soup you’d started earlier. “Well– I work in a cantina back there,” you said, pointing behind you at the rusted door that led to the kitchen.

“We’re technically closed right now, but I’m sure I can work something out.” You winked at the curious child, smiling as he let out a happy babble. 

The Mandalorian’s helmet hadn’t moved from its focus in your direction, and you suddenly felt nervous. Which seemed stupid, because–yeah, it felt intense, but was he even looking at you from behind the dark visor of his helmet? For all you knew, he was making the most ridiculous expression at you behind all that beskar and you’d never know. The absurd thought made you snicker softly. If no one could see your face, you’d definitely act goofy at people all the time.

The Mandalorian’s head tilted slightly, and whoops, he’d definitely noticed your little moment now if he hadn’t been paying attention before. Your face reddened and you quickly gestured for him to follow you as you unlocked the door to the kitchen, relieved when you heard the soft clink of his armor come through the doorway behind you.

You placed your hands on your hips, surveying the dimly lit cantina and deciding to lead the duo to a worn table close to the bar. It looked unassuming, but the chairs were the comfiest in the cantina and you figured the baby would appreciate something softer than the coarse bag he’d been in. 

Once they’d gotten settled in, you set about finding a mug of blue milk for the kid and some water for the Mandalorian. You brought the drinks over to the pair, hiding a smile at how eagerly the little green baby reached for his. 

“You’re pretty thirsty, huh?” You observed as the baby slurped up the cerulean beverage. Shooting the tall, beskar-clad man a glance out of the corner of your eye, you continued, “Must have been quite the trip. Most people don’t usually travel to this side of the galaxy for vacation.”

To your disappointment, the Mandalorian remained as still and stoic as ever. Well, that just wouldn’t do. He was your first visitor in years from anywhere outside of Nath, and you were absolutely not letting him leave without getting a bit of juicy detail on life outside of your current drudgery. You decided to go for another angle.

“You know, kids need good role models in their lives. Ones that show them how to socialize with others and communicate. Display generosity of the loquacious sort, even.” You shrugged innocently in your best attempt to mimic the overly casual air the old women at the tea shop always used before passive-aggressively attempting to set you up with their stay-at-home-nephews. “Never too late to start.”

You got the distinct feeling that he was laughing at you under that helmet. Rude. Huffing, you sat down across the table from him and crossed your arms, trying to guess where under his visor his eyes were. Once you were half-confident that you’d found the spot, you stared intensely at it with your most intimidating expression. Which wasn’t saying much, seeing as you had the firepower of a soggy Lothkitten and probably came off as more desperate than anything. 

“Isn’t there some sort of honor code for Mandalorians? One that includes being noble to strangers and whatnot?” 

No response. Argh. 

“Well, I’d consider it pretty noble to provide a lonely soul such as myself with a bit of storytelling entertainment on this frigid evenin–”

Your final attempt at prying some information out of the armored man was interrupted by the sound of the kitchen timer beeping increasingly louder and louder until you were sure the whole cantina was vibrating with the tinny noise.

“KRIFF, not again!” 

You bolted out of your seat towards the kitchen, but not before you heard a thinly disguised huff of amusement coming out of the modulator. Okay, he was definitely laughing at you. 

Once you’d successfully saved the soup from imminent destruction-via-cursed-stove and somewhat regained your pride, you finally made your way back to the table with three steaming bowls of noodles. You placed the smallest one in front of the child, who cooed happily and immediately began plopping his hands in the bowl. The Mandalorian huffed in exasperation and began prying little green fingers out of the bowl. “Hey. Quit that, we talked about this,” he grumbled. You winced as broth sloshed out of the bowl, landing dangerously close to the baby’s tunic. The kid’s lower lip started to tremble, a blaring warning sign that a tantrum was going to occur in approximately ten seconds if he wasn’t distracted from his current petulant state. 

“Oh– hey, bug, don’t do that,” you said as both father and son turned to look at you. You leaned closer to the wide-eyed baby and pointed to his bowl. “That’s pretty hard to scoop up, yeah? Look, there are easier ways to eat it,” you explained as you brought the bowl up to your lips and raised an eyebrow, hoping that he would do the same. The kid blinked up at you for several long seconds before turning to his father with outstretched hands. The Mandalorian sighed, but held up the dish as requested. You hid a smile behind your bowl at the sight.

“Good job! Okay, now we’re going to try something fun–” You mimed slurping up the soup with a silly face at the baby, who burbled something incomprehensible in response but finally followed your example and focused on his food.

When you were sure that the baby’s clothes were no longer in danger of being drenched by broth– and by extension, frozen stiff whenever the pair headed back into the storm–you quietly tucked into your own meal, closing your eyes at the warm memories the comforting flavours brought. Not for the first time, you missed the earthy smell and placid weather of your homeworld, a stark contrast to this icy prison of a planet. 

“You are… good with him.” 

Your eyes darted up to find the Mandalorian’s helmet angled directly at you. Your face heated at the observation and you gave a small laugh, willing yourself to resist fidgeting under his gaze.

“I– thank you, I’ve always liked kids. Used to volunteer in the nursery back home, actually, before the Empire stole every resource from it they could.” 

Your eyes widened with sudden realization. “You’re not Imperial, are you?”

The Mandalorian scoffed vehemently, the most emotion he’d displayed since he’d fallen back in the alley. “No.”

Well, that answered a few questions at least. You were prepared to move on from the conversation when he hesitantly spoke, “My ship ran into a few… asteroids. Is there a mechanic nearby?”

You set down your spoon, thinking. The closest asteroid field was four solar systems away and almost entirely inaccessible if one was traveling through hyperspace, so the likelihood that he’d truly run into one was small. In that case, he probably had damage from some kind of fight— seeing as the average pacifist wouldn’t need that much armor— and would want someone reliable who wasn’t going to ask questions about laser-sized holes in his ship’s hull.

He hadn’t tried to kill or rob you yet, so you figured his personal tussles were none of your business and decided to give him an honest recommendation. You directed him to a small mechanical hub close to the ice huts where there were few ships and even fewer nosy citizens. “The owner, Sanna, is the best in town,” you admitted. “I haven’t had the chance to visit her personally, but she’s known for being very discreet.”

He nodded, entering the coordinates you’d given him into some sort of device on his wrist. You tried to contain your pleased expression at correctly guessing his reason for being on Nath. And it had only taken you… well, four tries, but that was better than nothing! 

“What is your price?”

You blinked, confused. “My price?”

There was that increasingly frequent head tilt again. His helmet tipped forward, scanning you. “For the food. And information.” He clarified slowly. 

“Oh,” you spoke, surprised. “It’s okay, I was making dinner for myself anyway. And you’d have found out the location of the mechanic from someone else eventually,” you shrugged. 

You couldn’t see his face, but from the disbelieving tone of his voice you imagined his eyebrows to be raised. “Not many people would turn down credits.” 

You winced, reminded of your costly dream to get off-world, but there was no way you’d accept this stranger’s money for such a small favor when he had a kid he needed to provide for. “Yeah, well. Guess I’m not most people,” you laughed sheepishly. 

The Mandalorian muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like no, you definitely are not. You squinted at him accusingly.

“Hey, you better not be making fun of my interrogation tactics, metal man.” You leaned forward to poke his soup bowl emphatically. Hm, that was strange– he hadn’t so much as touched it. Did Mandalorians follow some kind of special diet? You resolved to look that up the next time you had access to a datapad.

“Wouldn’t dream of doing that to a lonely soul like yourself.” He responded dryly.

You gasped in mock offense, forgetting your previous train of thought and internally groaning that he’d remembered that part of your disastrous attempt to weasel information out of him. Yeesh. Not your most eloquent moment. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you cared,” you shot back in the most syrupy-sweet tone you could muster.

The kid grinned up at you with sharp teeth and blew a soupy bubble towards your face in response. You smiled down at him, adding, “But if you really want to repay me, then bring me back a good story about this little guy the next time you crash land through a— what did you call it? Asteroid field.” You highly doubted the duo would ever willingly return, but if making a deal gave this man peace of mind to know his imaginary debt was settled in some future way then so be it. 

The lights in the cantina began to flicker and you got up with a frown, walking over to the electrical box behind the bar. The dull grey display, crammed with incomprehensibly labelled switches and flashing lights that would give anyone a headache, alerted you that the main generator had been depleted of power. You scrambled over to a window, prying open the shutters a crack only to be met with a dark swirl of snow that completely obscured your view of the street. Stars, the storm had worsened quickly— there was absolutely no chance you were making it home tonight. You slammed the shutter closed and turned around with a grimace that didn’t go unnoticed by the Mandalorian.

“What is it?” He questioned, modulated voice growing wary at the expression on your face.

“We’re running out of power, the main generator’s down from the storm so these lights are going to have to shut off soon. I think there’s enough in the emergency generator to heat the cantina through the night, though.” You hesitated, not sure how to break the bad news. “Unfortunately, the weather is— unmanageable. You’re not making it out of here to the mechanic’s until the blizzard lets up.” 

He didn’t respond for a few seconds, so you continued talking. “I was.. planning on sleeping here tonight.” You muttered, trying to think of a plan. You glanced at the sleepy child resting on the Mandalorian’s beskar chest plate. “I usually keep a couple blankets here for that reason— pretty sure there’s enough to cover the baby, but you might need to be okay with sharing.” 

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, searching your memory for where the emergency supplies were kept. Kriff. How were you supposed to know that you’d be snowed in, and with guests no less? Your grumpy boss really should have put instructions for this type of situation in the closing shift directions instead of the usual “sweep the floors” or your personal favorite: “if the customer creates a corpse, they gotta clean it up themselves”.

The Mandalorian interrupted your musings with a firm, “No need,” gesturing to the charcoal cloak fastened around his pauldrons. You eyed it dubiously, but supposed that the material looked thick enough. That was probably to your benefit, anyway, since you were something of a notorious blanket hog and didn’t think he’d take kindly to having his sheets ripped off him in the dead of night. That seemed like a quick way to wake up with more bruises than you went to sleep with.

“Well— alright then,” you sighed at last, tossing the smaller of your blankets to the man and tucking the other into the side of a nearby booth. “I’ll shut off the lights in a moment. Refresher’s that way, if you need it,” you pointed to the end of a dimly lit hall. The Mandalorian nodded once, then returned his attention to carefully cocooning the child in his lap. You set to work fluffing up your own makeshift bed, folding the cleanest dishtowel you could find into a pillow before trudging over to the light switch and enveloping the room in darkness. 

Quietly feeling your way back to your booth, your eyes adjusted to the pitch-black little by little. You pulled your hair out of its messy updo and curled up on the seat, body slowly relaxing. It was strange, hearing the muffled rhythm of breaths coming from lungs that weren’t your own, but oddly soothing in its own way. 

“G’night,” you mumbled, half-asleep already, consciousness swirled down the psychological drain by the overpowering storm raging outside. The lull-and-hitch of the baby’s soft snores echoing off of solid beskar set you drifting off to sleep faster than you had as a child, so lost to the world that you were sure you dreamed the quiet, belated whisper that sounded back to you.

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[thebookbutterfly]

°•. Din Djarin .•°

Fan fiction recommendations from BB’s Bookshelf. All my favourite Din Djarin works in one place. Disclaimer: I am aware that most people refer to Mando as ‘Din’ but as it is canonically his last name I prefer to call him Djarin. Also with maybe the exception of one or two fics none of the works recommended here depict Djarin breaking his creed ( I just don’t like it). Anyway, please enjoy! ☺️

⭐️ = One of my favourites

ONESHOTS:

🦋 Beautiful [Fluff] Translating for a Tusken raider leaves Mando no other option than to be vulnerable. You tell him just how much he means to you. << Female Reader >> ⭐️

🦋 Injured [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] After Mando is injured you refuse to leave his side. He is a little loopy on bacta shots and confesses things to you like the sweetie he is. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Breathe [Fluff, Angst] You think Djarin wants another woman, he thinks you want the safety that comes from being away from him. Both of you are wrong. Very fluffy ending. << Female Reader, Brief Miscommunication >>

🦋 His [Fluff] Djarin has just come home from a long hunt. Exhausted, he finds the heater broken and you in his bed. << Female Reader, Allusions to Sex >>

🦋His World [Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff] When the Crest explodes, seemingly with you in it, Djarin’s universe falls apart. AKA Din Djarin thinks that you died, you’re delighted to inform him you didn’t. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Conceal [Hurt/Comfort] Din Djarin was a master at hiding his injuries, that’s why he’d always discover yours. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 skin [Fluff] You love it when Din Djarin touches you, but after working outside in the snow all day his hands are freezing. Domestic fluff with pregnant reader. << Female Reader, Pregnancy >>

🦋 My Riduur [Fluff] Of course Mando feels a little jealous when someone is flirting with his riduur. As a Mandalorian he can’t kiss you but he has other ways to stake his claim. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Snowflakes In Your Hair [Fluff] You have never seen snow before, so Mando takes you to Ando Prime to experience it for the first time. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 That’s Not My Name [Fluff] You find out that you have actually been calling ‘Din’ by his surname all along. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Asleep Together [Fluff] Djarin can’t find Grogu, until he finds you asleep with him. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 touching Din [Fluff, Slight Angst] Din Djarin loves being touched and you love touching him. Touch starved Djarin getting the love he needs. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Haircut [Fluff] Mando hadn’t cut his hair in a while. When your fingers brushed through the pieces that stuck out from the edge of his helmet, he found that he didn’t mind. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Meeting the Family [Fluff] Mando takes you to meet the covert for the first time and introduces you as his riduur. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Language Barrier [Fluff] You hadn’t found the right moment to tell Mando that you were fluent in Mando’a, and now it was too late to mention casually. You finally tell him when he confesses to you under his breath. << Female Reader, Allusions to Sex >>

🦋 Significant [Fluff] Djarin has been calling you riduur for months. You finally find out what it means and get more than you bargained for. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Offer [Fluff] Din Djarin is absolutely sure that you know that he is courting you. He wants to make the offer formally anyway. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Warm Sand, Soft Hands [Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] After Djarin’s stunt with the Great Krayt Dragon, you were furious and scared. Right up until you realised why he did it. << Gender Neutral Reader, Injury >>

🦋 Common Mistake [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] You had accidentally stabbed yourself with a knife. Embarrassment aside you didn’t want to be a burden and hid the injury. Mando takes care of you. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Distracting [Fluff] Mando removes his beskar in front of you for the first time. Safe to say that it is terribly distracting. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Kiss [Fluff] Curious, you ask Djarin if he has ever kissed anyone before, secretly hoping to be his first. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Good [Hurt/Comfort, Slight Angst] Din Djarin was the only person you ever told about your weakness, and yet he wasn’t “good enough” to shield you from it. << Female Reader, Drowning >>

🦋 Blood Loss [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] Mando comes back from collecting his bounty injured. You take care of him. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Jealousy [Fluff] Vanth keeps you company while Mando is out running errands. He gets flirty and Djarin decides to reveal that you are his riduur. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Rumble [Fluff] Djarin comforts you during a thunderstorm. << Female Reader >>

SERIES:

🦋 Orbit: Part 1 (Body Warmth), Part 2 (Battle Scars), Part 3 (Bruised Skin) [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] You and Din Djarin had been orbiting one another for a long time. Sharing a space, sharing warmth and sharing skin. Mega Fluff with a healthy dose of “Who did this to you?” << Gender Neutral Reader, Injury >>

🦋 Not Like This, Not You [Angst, Hurt Comfort, Fluff] After being captured by Moff Gideon, Djarin is forced to break his creed and show his face to you. You are devastated but both of you are determined to escape. << Female Reader, Violence >> ⭐️

🦋 In Sickness and In Health: Part 1 (In Sickness), Part 2 (In Health) [Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Fluff] The time when the kid got sick and the time you caught the same illness from him. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

DRABBLES:

🦋 Bacta Patch [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] Mando stops by your store to discover that you’re hurt. He decides to fix that. With a healthy dose of ‘Who did this to you?’ << Gender Neutral Reader >>

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[lady-pug]

Snowflakes In Your Hair

Summary: After the events in Nevarro, Mando believes your little group deserves a break. Once he learns you’ve never seen snow before, he decides to take you to Ando Prime to experience it for the first time, where the three of you indulge in a day filled with fun, and a life-changing realization takes place.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Word count: 3,6k

Warnings: none

Notes: I love this one, as it’s super fluffy (and honestly quite a bit self-indulgent, as there isn’t snow where I’m from so I don’t get to experience it often). I really hope you enjoy this one as much as I did. Again, if you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

This one takes place before the last one (in between seasons 1 and 2). Reader’s gender not specified.

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Looking out the Razor Crest’s windshield felt incredibly calming for some reason. Watching all the stars fly by, a blur of white and blue, gave you a sense of tranquility you longed for ever since you could remember. Thinking about it, everything about living on this ship, as rusty and falling apart as it was, gave you this calming feeling. Even amongst all the chaos that came with living with a former bounty hunter and his magic green foundling. You had to admit that things had gotten a little bit less stressful after Karga had called off the bounty on the kid, meaning that you and Mando no longer had to be on the run, constantly glancing over your shoulder for Guild hunters. 

Mando had been a bit off the past couple of days after the whole ordeal on Nevarro, which had left all of you battered, bruised and pretty tired. He had wanted to stay on the planet as little as possible, long enough only to give Kuiil a proper burial. Once he was healed just enough, although not entirely, he was back on his feet, finding every little unscrewed bolt on the Razor Crest to fix and keep himself occupied. When you confronted him about it, arguing that that was your job and questioning if he should be straining himself like that, his answer almost shattered your heart:

“I just-” he sighed dejectedly “I just want to feel useful.” 

From that moment on you let him do small tasks so long as he promised to take it easy.

Speaking of the Mandalorian, the man in question walked in and sat on the pilot seat, checking the coordinates, having spent the entire day fixing the heating system for the fresher. The kid on your lap stirred from his nap, as if sensing the presence of his guardian, but kept on sleeping peacefully.

“How was he?” Mando asked, tilting his helmet towards the child.

“A sweetheart, as always.” you smiled down at him “Ate all his food and let me bathe him on the sink without a fuss. He was a bit restless right before bed but nothing a story couldn’t fix.”

The man chuckled under his breath, stroking the kid’s ear carefully so as not to wake him up, before falling silent again. 

“Mando?”

He hummed in acknowledgement. 

“What’s on your mind?”

He waited for a beat, as if deep in thought.

“I’ve been thinking.” you nodded for him to continue “Maybe we should take a break.”

Your brain had a hard time processing his words.

“What?”

“We should take a break from everything. Rest for a bit.”

“But,” you protested “we have to work on finding the kid’s people.”  

“I know” he grabbed one of your hands “but after everything that happened in the last few days, and tracking the child’s kind could take a really long time, we have no idea where to even begin.” he sighed “I think you, we, deserve to rest. What do you say, Cyar’ika?”

You couldn’t help the shy grin that spread across your face. To everyone else in the galaxy, Mando might seem like a cold, ruthless hunter. Don’t get me wrong, when the situation calls for it he could be brutal. But only a select group of individuals, yourself and the kid included, got to see this side of him, caring and protective.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Although you couldn’t see his face, you were almost sure he was smiling under the helmet, if the way he perked up was anything to go by. He swerved the pilot seat and turned towards the navigation system.

“So where are we going?” you asked him and he, in turn, swirled his seat back towards you.

“Where would you like to go?” that made you pause.

“I don’t know.” you shrugged “Wherever you take us is fine.”

He stayed silent for an unnervingly long moment before speaking again.

“We are going wherever you want to go.” you started to protest but he silenced you with a tilt of his helmet “I’ve already been all over the galaxy, you should pick our next stop.”

“But Mando-”

One of his gloved hands reached out and held one of your own softly.

“Anywhere you want,” he insisted “someplace you always wanted to visit.”

You knew there was no convincing him otherwise, that he should be the one to choose your destination. When Mando settled on something, he wouldn’t budge. So you started mentally going over the list of planets you knew, which only ended up in frustration as it led you nowhere; other than a few planets on the Outer Rim Territories in the Arkanis sector, and planets you had already visited while living on the Crest, you didn’t really know many places that would be suitable for a vacation. The galaxy was huge and you didn’t exactly have access to many holomaps growing up.

“I-I can’t really think of anything.” you glanced down, slightly embarrassed at your lack of knowledge “I don’t really know many places.”

A beat of silence followed before the Mandalorian gripped your hand tighter.

“Let’s try something different.” you glanced back at his visor and after a moment you nodded “Back when we were in Nevarro you mentioned that it was your first time seeing lava.” you tried averting your gaze again, feeling a bit childish about your previous comment, but he tugged softly at your hand to keep your eyes on him “Think about a thing you’d like to see for the first time, something you’ve never seen before, and we’ll go from there.”

That made you stop and ponder. What would you like to see in the galaxy? There were a lot of things you had never seen before.

“Growing up in Tatooine” you started, realizing he was paying close attention to what you were saying as he leaned forward in his seat “there wasn’t much to see other than sand. Sand on the ground, sandstorms. Very rarely did we get the occasional drizzle at night, but not much else. So there are a lot of things I’ve never seen. I’d love to see the ocean one day.” you paused, a small smirk hanging from your lips “But something that always puzzled me is snow.”

“Snow?” Mando chuckled, amused.

“Yeah, what even is that?!” you giggled “Imagine young me, in all my tiny glory, hearing for the first time that frozen water falls from the sky! I almost didn’t believe it.”

He laughed at that. Mando actually laughed. That was a rare sight, one you wouldn’t mind witnessing more often. 

“I can think of a few snow planets we can go.” he entered something on the navicomputer “Alzoc III is not somewhere I’d like to set foot anytime soon.”

You vaguely remember that Twi’lek, Xi’an, mentioning a job on Alzoc III, something Mando didn’t seem particularly proud of.

“How about Ando Prime?” he asked “It’s covered in snow, but normally not enough to be dangerous. We can go there first and then stop in Ando and you’ll get to see the ocean. How’s that for our vacation?”

“I’ve never heard of those places, but if you say so, I think it’s perfect.”

“Then let’s get going.”

After a quick stop at a planet with a bustling street market in order to buy snow appropriate clothes for you and the kid, Din set the Razor Crest on course to the Ando system for the start of your little vacation. If he was being honest he was actually pretty excited about the whole trip; the idea of taking a moment to properly breath after so long on the run was an appealing one. Not only that, he’d also get to make you happy in the process (and hopefully get to witness you genuinely smile a bit, something he hadn’t seen in a while).

Recently Din had been feeling as if he was lacking. He reached out to people to help him and ended up getting them hurt or even killed when he was supposed to protect them. He blamed himself entirely for Kuiil’s death, and for putting Cara, Karga and especially you and the kid in danger. Maker, he almost died himself, if it hadn’t been for IG-11’s smart-ass programming finding a loophole in his Creed, he would have been left cold on the floor of that cantina. 

After so many failures (at least from his point of view) he wanted to finally do something good for your little group. Maybe try to bring some joy to you and the kid for once, instead of danger. 

And if he was being honest he missed you, the real you, so bright and full of life. He craved your company and yearned to see you smile after the rough couple of days you had faced together. Part of him argued that it would be best to just drop you off back in Tatooine where you would be safe, away from all this mess, away from him. Yet another, larger and much stronger part pushed him to be selfish for once and keep you where you were. For the kid’s sake. The little womp rat would miss you too much if you were gone, he thought. Yeah, it was definitely because of the kid.

So here he was, landing the Razor Crest on a patch of snow covered land on Ando Prime. Climbing down from the cockpit, he found you on the hull, having just dressed the kid up in his little puffy coat. 

“Are you both ready?” he asked, resting his hands on his hips as he waited for you to tie your boots.

“Yes, we are.” you almost squealed in excitement, but stopped short once you fully took him in “What about you?”

“What about me?” he countered back, confusion lacing his tone.

“Aren’t you going to freeze to death?”

Din felt a pleasant warmth spreading in his chest over your concern for him.

“My flightsuit is thick, and the armor has an internal heating system.” you nodded, intrigued.

After pressing a button on a side panel and coming to stand next to you before the lowering ramp, he chose to take in your reaction. The kid, safely tucked in your arms, giggled in anticipation while you worried at your bottom lip, most likely trying to contain your excitement. 

Once the ramp hit the ground, your eyes squinted due to the harsh sunlight reflected by the snow before widening in awe.

“Wow.” you whispered. Your eyes shone in wonder as you took in the sight before you. “It’s beautiful.”

Even the kid seemed enchanted by the landscape, his large eyes sparkling in amazement. Din stepped forward down the ramp onto the ground and started walking forward, but quickly turned back around once he realized you were no longer beside him. Instead you were standing at the foot of the ramp, staring at the blanket of snow as if it held the answers to all the secrets in the galaxy.

Din walked back and held his hand out towards you.

“Come on.”

You eyed him warily for a moment before one of your hands gripped his own as you held the kid close to your chest with the other arm and stepped forward. As soon as your feet touched the ground, you sank a little as the snow crunched and settled, and Din heard the smallest, quietest (and frankly the most adorable) yelp he’s ever heard.

As quickly as it appeared on your face the look of frightened surprise vanished and you started laughing.

“It’s so fluffy!” you said between huffs of laughter. 

Din chuckled under his breath as you started walking forwards on wobbling legs, never letting go of his hand. You looked positively delighted, resembling a child on Life Day’s morning. The kid wouldn’t stop giggling and wiggling his little arms towards the ground.

“Can we touch it?” you asked, a smile so wide it almost outshined the environment around you.

“I mean, it’s just water.” Din shrugged “It will probably melt in a few minutes.”

“But is it dangerous?”

“As long as you don’t stick your hand in there for too long, no, you should be fine.”

You immediately lowered the kid to the ground, who ran around trying to take in as much as he could of the white world around him. You scooped up a handful of snow and brought it to eye level so you could look at it properly.

“Mando, it’s so soft.” you crushed it in your palm, the snow seeping through between your fingers “I expected it to be somewhat like sand, but… it’s not.”

Puffs of condensation escaped through your parted lips every time you spoke, something you seemed to only just realize. You let an open-mouthed blow of air, giggling uncontrollably at the smoke coming out of your mouth.

“Come on, there’s a lot for us to see here.”

Din started walking away, but he couldn’t have taken more than a few steps when he heard more than he felt a thud on the back of his helmet. Whatever had hit him slid down onto his cowl and started seeping through the fabric, cold and wet. He could hear the kid giggling, almost like he was mocking him.

He slowly turned around to find you with both hands covering your mouth, shoulders shaking as you desperately tried to hold in your laughter.

“I-I’m sorry…!” you wheezed.

He silently stared at you for a moment, then two. The longer he stared at you, the more your amused smile started to turn into an uneasy one, worried you had somehow offended him. Another second passed before he crouched down as quick as a nexu, scooping a ball of snow and throwing it right at the center of your face. You stumbled back with a surprised scoff, rubbing the snow off your nose.

“Not fair! Your aim is much better than mine, you bounty hunter!”

“Maybe you just aren’t as good as you thought.” he mocked, trying to keep his tone stoic.

A playfully murderous look crossed your face as your eyes narrowed.

“You are so on, Mando.”

The both of you started throwing snowballs back and forth at each other, the kid sitting in the sideline between the two of you, giggling and cheering you on. Din had the upper hand, given the armor and his years of handling a blaster in his former line of work, but you also managed to get a few hits in. Your laughter warmed him up inside; this was exactly what he had wanted, to see you happy and carefree.

It all came to a halt when a snowball, clearly not thrown by you, hit Din on his pauldron. He glanced to the side to see the child with his tiny hands raised in the air.

“Hey!” Mando scowled at him playfully “Using magic is foul play, kid.” the little boy had the audacity of looking away; if he was humanoid he would probably be whistling “And, come on, you are supposed to be on my side.”

“Well, that’s probably because he likes me better.” you laughed hysterically, and Din didn’t have it in him to argue about that, given that, if he was the kid, he would pick you over himself any day. After you calmed down he spoke again.

“Come on, we have a lot to see before it gets dark.”

After an entire day of exploring, the three of you were pretty tired, the kid more so than the rest of you. While you felt physically exhausted, this small trip had been very emotionally relaxing. Not only that but it had also been full of new experiences; you got to see snow for the first time and Din got to see you the happiest he’s probably ever seen you. Even the kid had a lot of fun exploring in the snow.

By the end of the afternoon, having seen a frozen lake, which Din absolutely did not let you walk over (“I’m not taking any chances, Cyar’ika” he had told you), frozen waterfalls and even helping the kid build a snowman (if anyone mentioned said snowman looked more like a snow-Mando, that’s nobody’s business), Din decided it was time to head back to the Crest.

“But why, we are having so much fun! Can’t we stay just a bit longer?” you begged, and he almost caved in, but he had to think of your safety first.

“We can’t, Cyar’ika.” he answered softly “It’s getting dark and the temperature is going to start lowering fast soon. No offense, but you aren’t really used to these conditions.”

He was right, of course. You were just a couple degrees away from starting to shiver, the cold wind crawling up your spine. And you had to think about the kid too. You sighed.

“Let’s get going then.”

As you bent down to pick the kid up before you started making the track back, Din felt a twinge of guilt for cutting your fun short.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you to Ando so you can see the ocean” you seemed to perk up at that “I promise.”

You, seemingly satisfied with his answer, agreed to go back. 

Dusk was just beginning to settle when, almost halfway back, Din felt you shaking his arm frantically, trying to get his attention. 

“Mando, Mando, look!” you pointed up “It’s snowing!”

Small snowflakes were slowly but steadily falling from the sky, being deposited on any surface they could find. Some fell on the kid’s nose, making him sneeze; others on his ears, tickling them. And some fell on you, covering your hair and clothes in tiny white specks.

You were beaming; there was no other way to describe it. As Din looked at you, he couldn’t help but find you absolutely gorgeous; sporting the biggest and most radiant smile he had ever seen anyone give, your eyes sparkled as you looked up at the falling snow, snowflakes scattered on your head like a crown, making you glow.

He was startled out of his trance by you suddenly turning to face him.

“Thank you, Mando.” you spoke dreamily, leaving him confused.

“For what?”

“For doing this, bringing me, us, here.” you cupped your hand in front of you and observed as some snowflakes fell on your open palm “Just- thank you.”

Din felt that same warm feeling spreading on his chest as he stared at you. 

“It was nothing, Cyar’ika. Really.”

With that you smiled at him and resumed your walk, you and the kid occasionally trying to catch the falling ice with your hands (and sometimes with your tongue). A few minutes passed by in silence while Din gathered the courage to ask you something that had been on his mind for a while now.

“Hey, Cyar’ika?” 

You hummed in acknowledgement.

“Why do you call me Mando?”

That made you stop in your tracks. 

“What?”

“Why do you still call me Mando?”

“That’s how you told me to address you. How you introduce yourself to everyone.” you answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

“I know but-” he sighed “You already know my name, my real name. Why do you keep calling me Mando?”

You looked at the horizon for a moment, as if deep in thought, before answering him truthfully.

“You didn’t give me your name.” he tilted his helmet, confused for a second before you continued “Moff Gideon was the one who revealed your name that day, not you. I assumed that, like with your face, your Creed doesn’t allow you to share your name, and Gideon disclosing it like that was an invasion of your privacy. So I thought it was better to just stick to calling you Mando.”

You resumed walking as his brain processed this piece of information you had just given him. And then it hit him like a railspeeder. He looked at you again and it was like seeing you for the first time. You were still you, smiling down at the kid in your arms, snowflakes in your hair, but at the same time it was as if you were an entirely different person. He was seeing you in a whole new light, and as that warm feeling started taking place in his chest again, he could finally give it a name.

Din was in love with you.

How hadn’t he realized it sooner? It was so obvious: you were absolutely perfect, at least in his eyes. You took care of the kid as if he was your own, you were an excellent fighter, putting your life on the line to protect the kid (and sometimes even Din), and you showed concern over Din's well being, even when he sometimes pushed you away (not to mention you were extremely respectful of his Creed, going out of your way so he was comfortable and could take his helmet off in private). In the end, you were perfect because you were you.

Your voice calling out for him was what snapped him out of his own thoughts. He noticed you were several meters away, you and the kid staring confusedly at him. He quickly jogged to catch up with you, and you started walking side by side in silence again. After a few minutes, he spoke up again.

“Cyar’ika?”

“Yes, Mando?”

A beat passed before he spoke so softly it was almost a whisper.

“You can call me Din.” he said, before quickly adding “If you want.”

A moment passed before you smiled softly at him.

“Alright.” your smile grew some more “Thank you, Din.”

He smiled under the helmet, liking the way his name sounded falling from your lips.

Din.

He could get used to that.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mando x reader #din djarin x gn!reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin fluff #the mandalorian fanfiction

[kittyofalltrades]

Frankie + ugly Christmas sweater, can be SFW or NSFW whatever you’re feeling ☺️

Ugly Star Wars Sweaters

Frankie gets a new sweater to wear during his Christmas Star Wars marathon.

Words: 674

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (YOU ARE THE BEST)

Warnings not a single one in sight.

Frankie grimaced at the green, black, and white abominations you held out to him. He’d promised to wear an ugly sweater for your holiday Star Wars marathon, but this? This was too much. The black sweater sported white snowflake and wintery patterned designs with green accents which would have been fine if not for it. The child or Grogu- whatever it was called was hanging from a pouch on the front holding a Christmas tree. The little creature’s ears were massively protruding from the sweater.

“Querida, that sweater is...” Frankie started, trying to find a delicate way to phrase how much he hated it. His heart broke a bit when you dropped your hands and your lip began to quiver. He didn’t mean to upset you, even with his hatred for the little green thing. “... not a match for yours. You said we’d be matching while we watched Star Wars.” He finished lamely.

He reached out, running a quick finger over the shoulder of your blue, brown, and grey sweater. Unlike his, yours was decorated with images of the Mandalorian and his ship, not a single green creature in sight. He was honestly a little jealous of how normal it was compared to the one you offered him.

“I’m sorry, I went to four stores to find these, and they were the last two. I wanted Grogu, but he was sold out in my size and Mando was sold out in your size,” you told him softly. He watched in anguish as your lip quivered again, crying over his adverse reaction to the stupid sweater. He’d wear a chicken suit to a fancy dinner party if it meant you’d smile for him again.

“Give me the sweater querida,” Frankie replied gruffly, holding out his hand.

You clutched the sweater protectively to your chest giving him a look of distrust. You didn’t want him to wear it just to spare your feelings, or even just to make you feel better. If he hated it so much, you would just return it tomorrow.

Frankie stripped out of his shirt, not missing the appraising eye you ran over his exposed torso before he tugged the sweater out of your hands. He hurried into the sweater feeling just a little self-conscious about the little pudge he’d developed after having a kid. Once it was secure on his broad frame, he gave you a smile and brought the miniature Grogu’s hand up to wave at you. That seemed to break the little dam of worry in you and you finally smiled for the first time since offering him the hideous sweater.

“You go make the cocoa and grab snacks, I’ll set up the Mandalorian,” Frankie told you with a cheerful smile. Once you retreated to the kitchen, he patted Grogu on the head thoughtfully. “If it keeps her happy, we can be friends.”

When you returned with the hot cocoa, Frankie was set up on the couch with a blanket and an extra Grogu plush. You carried the tray of snacks and drinks into the living room and settled onto the sofa, taking the Grogu plush into your lap. You sneak a peek at Frankie, finding him already focused on the first episode of your favorite show. It made you happy that he’d worn the sweater, even though his distaste for the little green child was hard to miss. You patted the little Grogu on his sweater, the action drawing his big brown eyes down to you.

“I used to look like that,” he told you wistfully. His frame was still broad and lean, but the little pudge of stomach bothered him.

You turned to look at him fully letting love and warmth fill your gaze. “I like how you look right now, Frankie.”

“Te amo, querida,” Frankie whispered while he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Te amo, Frankie. Merry Christmas.”

You gave the Grogu on his ugly sweater another pat so he wouldn’t feel left out and turned back to the screen with a radiant smile.

#ficmas #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier

[ooops-i-arted]

Let’s go ahead and do Grogu + Child development for season 3 episode 3 because I honestly don’t have a lot of commentary since Grogu’s screentime is minimal.

(I will say I am still VERY curious still what Pershing was doing with Grogu specifically.  We know he was harvesting blood but what about DNA?  He talks about cloning - is the 101 Yoditos AU still a possibility???  Will we have an army of Grogru clones?????  Let me dream!!)

Right off the bat we see Grogu once again making sure Dad is okay.  You know, Din, it’s not healthy for your child to see you in danger so often, it’s gotta give him anxiety.  (Great tv for us, though.)  He’s patting Dad a bit, perhaps he remembers Cara looking after Din when they were trapped in the cantina in Redemption?  He definitely knows Dad would never want the helmet off.  (I loved the “wtf???” look he gave Bo & Friends in The Heiress when they took theirs off.)  Even after he’s in the pod, he’s still watching Dad, seeming concerned.

I wonder if we’re going to see more of his ability to connect with the living Force?  We know now he “connected” with Luke somehow during the Scotty Beam Me Up rock meditation sequence, and we saw him connect with and calm the rancor.  Does Grogu sense the mythosaur at all?  Will he be the one to ride the mighty beast?  We know there’s a Jedi out there who specializes in animal connection - I know I complain about excessive cameos a lot but I wouldn’t be as mad if it was Ezra Bridger, who I actually really like, come to teach Grogu some more Force stuff.  But this is all speculative and I digress.

Of course the big question is once again whether Grogu spoke.  Did he say “This is the Way”?  I think he intended to.  These new sounds are different than the stock baby sounds and even the classic patu.  I think Grogu is more purposefully trying to speak and imitate Basic!  This shows a huge leap in observational and cognitive skills.  We’ve already seen him put together that sounds can be communication and he can use them to get his needs met.  Now he’s at the next step, trying to speak so that he can communicate with people on their level!  It’s honestly a really huge step because a late learner has to want it on some level.  If they don’t care, they don’t get it.  (Had a student years ago, not a native English speaker and didn’t care about learning English or understanding us, until we put snowflake window clings up and she finally learned to speak just to ask us if she could have them, because she loved Elsa.  Before that she didn’t give a shit no matter what we tried to do to engage her.)

Side note but I am SO glad Grogu can close his new pod too.  It’s good he recognizes an unsafe situation and does it himself without being asked.  He really is paying attention to details so much and reacting quickly!  (Or maybe he’s just like, “there’s no way this lady will let me sit in her lap and have fun” and/or “there’s no way she’s as good a driver as dad” and just did it for that reason lol.)  I bet he wasn’t happy about having to do a whole trip away from Dad, ugh.  Think Bo spent that whole time putting Din on speaker because Grogu wouldn’t stop whining unless she did?  She’s still mostly an unknown to him, though she was pretty nice to him last episode, so he might’ve tried to test her.

For the end scene he’s pretty much just a quiet observer.  Writing-wise, he’s not really relevant to the scene, but I also think he’s picked up from Din that the Armorer is someone to be respectful of and listen to, and once again is imitating his primary caretaker.  Maybe next time we’ll get to see the other Mandos and Mando kids interacting with and playing with him?  Or Din and Paz get in a fight and Paz is very surprised when he’s thrown across the room lol?  If Grogu is officially a Mando now, I think it’d be fun to get to know his tribe members!

#baby yoda meta #the mandalorian #mandalorian spoilers #baby yoda #grogu

[thebreadtree]

Thoughts on the Swtor 7.2 livestream and slight spoilers for story I guess

7.2 Release date: Sometime in winter, so around middle to late december or early january if it gets delayed. Just guessing though, nothing concrete from them for now

Story: Basically what Shae told us what is going to happen in 7.1 so no new information here yet. Still trying to figure out how the Mandos tie in with Malgus apart from Sahar but guess I'll see

Ruhnuk looks cool and propably wont fry my toaster like Onderon so plus points for that. I can already see myself falling down the canyons though xD

Characters:

THE ORDO BROTHERS WOOP

AKAAVI AND TORIAN!!!! I REPEAT: AKAAVI AND TORIAN

(*hoping for Theron*)

Rhunuk again:

New daily area with fully voiced characters

Damn Shae has a cousin (smash)

LEGACY TITLES IN MANDO'A

(YOOO EIN BAGGER (Sorry my inner german got exited there))

The planet actually seems to be somewhat of a decent size. I think around the size of Ossus from what they're saying

PvP:

I have never really played with PvP but the changes sound good (can't really compare how better from the current system the changes are but chat seems to like it)

Gearing changes:

*cries in I have played this game for years and still don't really understand the gearing system* All I know is green arrow means better xD

(The guy talking kinda looks like Mark Forster....)

New UI:

Colour blind mode, noice

The new Minimap is so much better

OMG THE NEW MINI MAP @b4um3pfl4um3 You'll love the new mini map.

The mini map damn

Like IT CAN BE BIG BUT SMALL AND TRANSLUCENT ON YOUR SCREEN AHHHH

Love how you can customize what things you see in the utility bars

Finally a good destruct/delete window

Overall very impressed

Cartel market:

The weapons are cool (I need those for Ky'rii) NEW BLADES

Events:

*sighs in Life Day while sparkling with snowflakes from a snowball*

Glad for y'all but I don't like that event

Happy Wookie Hugging though, I will be hiding in my stronghold for those 5 weeks

That hat though xD

Overall it's going to be a pretty cool update. Very excited for more story and the new UI

#swtor #swtor 7.2

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Christmas Drabble Advent 2022

A collection of my Christmas drabbles that will hopefully count up all the way till christmas! As with all of my fics I’m putting an 18+ warning on this list as a blanket rule, you must be an adult to enjoy these christmas gifts 🎄

Complete

Smut = 💘 | Angst = 🖤 | Fluff = ✨| Horror = 💀

✨ Day 1 - Carmy Berzatto (The Bear) - Thoughtful

✨ Day 2 - Angel Reyes (Mayans MC) - Angel on top of the tree

✨ Day 3 - Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) - I remembered

💘💀 Day 4 - Corinthian (The Sandman) - Unwrap you like a present

💘✨ Day 5 - Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) - Our Christmas

✨ Day 6 - Steven Grant (Moon Knight) - All Mine

✨ Day 7 - Karen Page (Punisher) - Christmas Crusade

🖤 Day 8 - Javier Peña (Narcos) - Extra tip

✨ Day 9 - Santiago García (Triple Frontier) - Hallmark Movie

✨💘 Day 10 - Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen) - Nice Elf

✨ Day 11 - Simon Ghost Riley (MW2) - Snowflake

✨ Day 12 - Bishop Losa (Mayans MC) - Mistletoe

✨ Day 13 - Benny Miller (Triple Frontier) - No good day for Die Hard

✨ Day 14 - Frank Castle (The Punisher) - Ho Ho Ho

✨ Day 15 - Cassian Andor (Rogue One) - Tis the season

✨ Day 16 -Bucky Barnes (Marvel) - The Grinch

✨ Day 17 - Frankie Catfish Morales (Triple Frontier) - Order In

✨ Day 18 - Nero Padilla (Sons of Anarchy) - Christmas Jumper

💘 Day 19 - Frank Castle (The Punisher) - Man in red

💘 Day 20 - Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) - Wrapped up Pretty

✨ Day 21 - Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) - Snow-Mando

💘 Day 22 - Corinthian (The Sandman) - Naughty or Nice?

✨ Day 23 - Santiago García (Triple Frontier) - Not Alone

✨💘 Day 24 - Carmy Berzatto (The Bear) - Restless

✨ Day 25 - Raymond Smith (The Gentleman) - Christmas Bake

#Ficmas #christmas fics #placeinthemiddleofnowhere #christmas masterlist

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Mando Is Bountry Hunting Ugly Sweater Christmas Party

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[the-beskar-alchemist]

Hello my lovelies!!

So last year's snowflake post really blew up, but the photo I found (at the time) was cut off at the bottom, unfortunately this cut out part of the design.

Below is the FULL design, as well as a folding diagram:

If you have a pic you'd like to share of your version of the snowflake (or if you have another Star Wars themed snowflake you'd like to share) feel free to tag me, I'd love to see them!

Happy crafting!! ✂️

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#din djarin #grogu #baby yoda #yodito #mando #the mandalorian #the mandalorian series #mandalorian snowflake #mando snowflake #mandalorian Christmas #mando Christmas

[holding-hands-and-hearts]

Ever Seen Snow

The child wakes up in the middle of the night, crying, and the Mandalorian in chrome knocks his head on the ceiling in response. His skull rings, turning the child’s cries fuzzy around the edges. It is a strange kind of alarmed sympathy, and the Mandalorian shoves it away.

There is a moment of silence, today’s nameless world stepping back to take a breath. But the child starts crying again, and his blanket rustles with fervent, misplaced energy, and the Mandalorian sighs before he slides his feet to the floor. The cold metal tingles against his skin, but the shock is pointless. He is already awake.

But the child’s mouth is open, and his eyes are wide, crinkling at the edges, and all the Mandalorian can think is how it could be possible for a being to look so innocuous and so omniscient all at once. And yet, he is smiling, for some reason - at the middle of the night, hidden with a faceless custodian in a place without a location, tucked away on a nameless world the galaxy has forgotten to remember.

The kid giggles at him.

Despite himself, it’s sweet.

But it’s also the middle of the night, so the Mandalorian sighs again, and picks up the kid like it’ll help. Is there even a problem? He’s happy, right?

The Mandalorian ignores his heart slowing down, pretends not to hear the slackening patter of what happened is he okay I thought he could sleep through the night -

He’s killed things that should have killed him, survived things that shouldn’t be survived, sees adrenaline as a side effect. Children are not so threatening. This child is not so threatening.

And the kid looks up at him, and giggles again, like it’s a joke. His eyes are huge, luminescent, lit by something the Mandalorian can’t see, and the custodian in chrome can’t bring himself to sigh again. His jaw aches. He tamps back a yawn.

“You wanna see the stars?”

The kid coos, spiritedly content, and the Mandalorian slides open the door to the cockpit.

“You ever seen snow before, kid?”

Fat flakes drift past the window, almost lazily, and a snowdrift has begun to bury the laser cannons along the sides of the cockpit. It glows palely in the moonlight, soft and modulated. The luminosity reflects in the kid’s eyes, a memory, untouched, unbothered.

The child reaches for the window. A puff of condensation blossoms under his palm, and the snowflakes dash faintly against the glass on the other side.

They’re snowed in, of course, and the engines will be half-swamped in the stuff, and for a little while flying will be impossible. The cold seeps through the ship, a mild passivity that feels harmless but pervasive, and the Mandalorian wishes he’d brought their blankets with him when the child woke. The tips of the kid’s ears have lost some of their vibrancy, and who knows if that’s dangerous?

But the kid seems happy, chasing snowflakes across the pilot’s window as the sky begins to brighten.

Maybe they’ll go outside, in the morning. Maybe they’ll pile themselves in blankets, and the Mandalorian will heat up a ration of hot water and dig up that packet of chocolate he’s had since the Empire. Maybe he’ll try to cook something that constitutes a meal, one of those fluffy cakes he used to bury his face in as a kid, and he’ll probably screw it up and waste their rations, but the kid will laugh at him and the Mandalorian’s face will hurt from trying so hard not to smile.

And maybe not, but maybe one day.

So the Mandalorian doesn’t mind the cold, and he rocks back in the pilot’s chair until the faulty screw creaks. He’s content to watch, as the kid squeals delightedly at the icy fractals and trips over his own feet to follow them. He comes back up and laughs and runs to pursue the next one, and his eyes, for some reason, are brighter than before.

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written for @darthrevcn during the holiday Secret Santa organized by @starwarsfandomfests (aka @lilhawkeye3 , who deserves so much credit and love for running this thing!!).

Erin, this thing screwed me up so bad. I actually abandoned it partway through to write a different one, which I thusly abandoned to return to this one. And yet, I had an unhealthy amount of fun writing it - thank you for giving me the opportunity to get to know our best boys Din and Grogu a little better! A very happy holidays to you, my friend, and I truly hope you enjoyed this.

Sending you some love 💕

#grogu my beloved #the mandalorian #mando #din djarin #the child #baby yoda #grogu #mando and grogu #din and grogu #grogu djarin #mandalorian and grogu #star wars grogu #mandalorian #secret santa #winter wonderland #snowflakes #star wars #star wars the mandalorian #star wars mandalorian

[forever-rogue]

Hi bb happy new year! ✨🌻Can you please do ‘open the door!’ And ‘you’ve hurt me enough already’ from prompt list 3 with Marcus pike please? I feel like work would get in the way of something special or the reader would feel threatened by Theresa when Marcus starts prioritising Theresa over them? Thank you! (Totes unrelated but 4:30 at the ‘open the door’ score from the last mando ep makes me cry every time 😭😭😭)

Oh, some Marcus angst, eh? Enjoy!

Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader ; warnings: angst

Pedro Characters Masterlist

Part 2

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"This is what you settled on for a little weekend getaway?" your eyes scanned the small cabin in awe while your boyfriend carried in your bags. He had whisked you away for the weekend, your first weekend spent out of town together, insisting on this little surprise. You certainly hadn’t expected all of this - it was a small, but luxurious cabin with brand new amenities and a fire already crackling away merrily. He had truly outdone himself and set the bar high for anything to come after.

"Not enough?" he joked as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head as a warm flush welled up in your chest and face. Turning, you reached for his scarf, unwinding it from around his neck before brushing away some of the snowflakes that clung to his dark locks.

"Too much," you whispered sincerely before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He grinned back at you before helping you pull off your own coat and scarf, "Marcus...really...this is lovely. Thank you."

"I figured we could both use some time away - together," he grinned as you nodded, "I know I've had to cancel a few dates and I'm sorry about that...work is just...insane."

"Its alright, Marcus," you promised softly, "we're still figuring things out and getting to know each other and I know you love your job. And I love that about you."

"You are amazing, sweetheart," he grabbed your hand and led you to the small kitchen, nodding in the direction of the wine fridge that just happened to be fully stocked. You grabbed some glasses from the hanging rack under the cabinet as he selected a bottle of wine. Marcus held it up and presented it to you for approval, watching a smile lit up your face, "this one's your favorite, right? God, please tell me I'm right!"

"It is," you agreed as he cheered quietly, taking the corkscrew from your hand before kissing you quickly, "a sharp memory, Agent Pike...but then again, I shouldn't be surprised with that coming from you."

"I only remember things about people I like," he made quick work of pouring wine into both glasses and handing you one. You took it and lightly clinked it against his, "cheers!"

"Cheers," you took a sip, your eyes hardly leaving Marcus as you thanked your lucky stars for him. 

You'd met him entirely by chance, work for both of you bringing each other together by chance. You worked at the gallery that just happened to be the next target of a large, planned theft and Marcus had the pleasure of working with you to stop the heist.

It had been an almost instant connection; both of you had felt it from the beginning and its wasn't long before he asked you to dinner. And then another date and another and another and now...you were here. 

You'd been together for close to two months now and while it was still a learning curve, you knew you loved him. It was hard not to fall for him; he was the picture of a perfect gentleman. You'd fallen for so much things about him - his smile, laugh, kindness, intelligence, and sincerity. You were surprised no one else seemed to have fallen head over heels for him. 

It wasn't until recently that you'd discovered that not only had he been married and divorced (something he admitted early on), but he'd also had a relationship and almost engagement with someone else, a co-worker at that. He said he wanted to take it slow, and you understood and agreed; your own dating history wasn't exactly anything to write home about, so you had no problem when it came to easing into a relationship.

Although with Marcus, a man who poured his heart and soul into everything, you'd fallen faster than you intended. Neither of you had said those three little words just yet, but you had no doubt they'd be coming soon. After all, this weekend away together wouldn't be happening if things were going south. No, this had to mean something…you were sure of it. 

You had a good feeling on Marcus. One you were willing to bet on. 

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It was getting late into the evening, and the two of you were sitting at the small dining table, finishing up the delicious dessert that Marcus had ordered along with dinner. He’d insisted in a quiet first night in, and had ordered dinner from one of the nicest places in the small resort town. It was too much you had insisted and far more than what was necessary, but Marcus wouldn’t take no for an answer. You didn’t argue too much with him either, especially not after he’d given you a few sweet kisses. 

“I couldn’t believe it! This man had the audacity to question my -” but you were cut off mid sentence, by the loud buzzing of Marcus’ phone on the counter. His face fell and an apologetic expression crossed his features as you motioned for him to get it. The mild annoyance was quickly remedied when you realized it could have been something important for work, “it’s okay, baby.”

Marcus nodded quickly and moved to grab, a puzzled expression on his face as he looked at whoever was calling, “I...I umm...need to take this. I’m sorry, sweetheart, it should just take a minute.”

“It’s fine,” you promised as you grabbed your glass to finish off your wine. Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. But when you were sure you heard the name Teresa, your heart stopped. You knew that name...but it definitely wasn’t in a positive manner. She’d been his previous girlfriend, the on who’d all but led him on and then broke his heart. He was such a good man, you couldn’t imagine anyone doing that to him. 

So why the fuck was she calling him? Late at night? One a weekend? 

Why did he answer?

No, no, no. It wasn’t anything like. It wouldn’t be, you were sure of it. The way he hadn’t talked about her, it made it seem like he never wanted anything to do with her anymore. He was with you now...surely he wasn’t still hung up on her. He couldn’t - 

No.

You weren’t about to let your mind wander and get the best of you, when it was likely nothing. It was likely work and that was that. There was no reason to worry. 

“Sorry sweetheart,” Marcus pulled you out of your thoughts as he sat back down on the table as you gave him a small smile, “that was Teresa...she was calling about a case they’re working on and had a few questions. I have no clue why she called me and not someone else...and this late.”

“Work is important,” you tried not to let the dejection seem too obvious in your voice, “I know that, Marcus.”

“It won’t happen again, sweetheart,” he leaned over the table and extended his arm, gently touching your face as he brushed his thumb over your cheek, “this weekend is about us, and that’s what it will be. I promise.”

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But as much as he had promised, his words had been for naught. And with each call he received or text he sent, your heart fell a little. Needless to say this wasn’t what you had intended for a weekend spent together, supposedly alone. With how much Teresa called, you’d think she was right there along with you.

Any time his phone went off, he’d offer you an apologetic expression, mumbling something about how he needed to get this call because it was important for reasons a, b, and c. After that he’d walk a short distance away from you, or step into another room as he took the call. At first it had seemed like it really was all business related, and you had noticed the strain in his voice, along with annoyance as he took the calls. Soon, it had shifted into something else, and gone was the frustration, replaced with levity and laughter. 

So much for it being a one time deal. 

It had happened when you’d gone into the small town for brunch the next day. When you’d gone for a mellow afternoon hike. When you were both curled up on the couch, watching a movie and half asleep. When you’d made breakfast at the cabin for yourselves. When you’d gone skiing and snowboarding. When you’d decided to take a warm bath together. When you…

With every passing thing you did, it seemed like she called and he was less upset by her calls. You wondered at what point it had turned from work to pleasure. After a while he didn’t even bother to act like he was bothered or upset, casually holding up a finger as he answered his phone and stepped away.

It was on your last night away that you couldn’t take it anymore. You’d been sitting outside next to the roaring fire pit, enjoying some champagne when she’d called for what seemed like the millionth time. You didn’t even try to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you went inside and ducked into the bathroom. You had expressed to him that maybe the calls were getting a little out of hand, but he’d quietly insisted that it was for work and needed to be done. You didn’t want to step in between him and his work, not wanting to be that girl, but you also knew there was a line between pleasure and business, and it was crossed. 

You felt pathetic, sitting there on the floor of the bathroom, crying to yourself as you pulled your knees up to your chest and got all your tears out. This wasn’t at all what you had expected when he’d first told you about the trip; you’d actually expected that it would just be the two of you. And if you honestly believed that it was just work related, you would still have been annoyed, but more understanding. This wasn’t it, however. And you were both keenly aware of that. 

As you sat there and cried, you quickly made up a plan for how to leave; you were slated to check out and return home tomorrow afternoon, but you weren’t even sure if you could handle being there that much longer, playing third wheel to Marcus and his phone. You didn’t have a lot to pack back up so it wouldn’t take long to get your bags together and get an Uber home. Yes, perhaps it was rash or impulsive, but you couldn’t handle it any longer, especially not when your concerns hadn’t been noted or taken into consideration.

A knock came at the door just as you finished formulating your plan, causing you to jump slightly. 

“Is everything okay?” he knocked again, his warm filled with concern as he tried the door handle and realized it was locked. You were sure he must have heard you crying as you hadn’t bothered to keep quiet, “open the door, sweetheart. What’s wrong?”

“Go away, Marcus,” you sighed at him, standing up and drying your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater, “you’ve hurt me enough already…just let me be right now.”

“Honey, what did I do? Talk to me - please,” you tried not to break down in tears again at the sound of his soft, concerned voice, but his worry still didn’t change anything. You’d spent the entire long weekend not even feeling welcome on a trip that was supposed to be for you, “will you let me in please?”

“No,” you sighed lightly, as you reached for the door handle and slowly pulled it open to find him standing there with nothing but concern on his face, “because I’m leaving. I’m going to get my stuff and then go back home - tonight.”

“What?! What’s happened - what’s wrong?” he tried to reach for your hand, but you easily pulled out of touch and skirted past him, “sweetheart…”

“Marcus - look. I really, really like you,” you turned to him and a pit formed in your stomach at his crestfallen expression, “in fact...I’m in love with you. But I can’t...I can’t do this. This was supposed to be a weekend for us, and it turned into a weekend for you and Teresa. I’m pretty sure you’ve spent more time on the phone with her than you have with me. And before you say it, I know it wasn’t all business. That much is obvious.”

“Sweetheart...I didn’t intend for this to happen,” his mind was reeling with a thousand questions and at your confession of love. He’s been meaning to tell you the same thing, but now it felt...crass and pointless, “I didn’t realize...you’re right. I’ve completely neglected you and ruined this weekend. It was supposed to be for us and…”

“I know work is important, Marcus, and I would never come between you and your job,” you admitted with a meek smile, “but when Teresa kept calling and you kept answering? That broke my heart, Marcus. She hurt you, and she used you and then broke you down, and yet you're still so willing to drop everything to help her. I hate to say this and sound so pathetic, but what about me?”

“I am over her,” he insisted, although it fell flat and both of you were keenly aware of that, “and I-I should have had her call someone else...I am so sorry, sweetheart.”

“I just...Marcus, you’re so special and wonderful and you make me feel...incredible, but I can’t...I can’t be with someone who’s not over their ex, and who’s going to always push me to the side like that,” you were crying now, tears running down your cheeks as you realized the gravitas of your words, “I don’t deserve that and neither do you. I can’t be some sort of...rebound.”

“You’re not sweetheart, I swear it,” he insisted as you could see his own eyes getting glossy with tears, “I love you.”

“I know...I know you, Marcus,” you admitted softly, “its so obvious in everything you do and say, even without you saying it. But...can you honestly tell me you're completely over her? That you don’t have any feelings left for her?”

A tense moment of silence passed between the two of you as he stared down at the floor, unable to form the right words. You had your answer then and there. 

“I do love you, you know,” he said as a few tears ran down his cheeks and you nodded lightly.

“I know,” your voice cracked lightly, “that’s what makes this so hard. I love you, Marcus, but I can’t be with you if I don’t have all of you. I can’t take part of you if you’re still in love with her too...even if it’s the smallest bit.”

“I...I’m sorry,” he whispered as you walked by him to go to the bedroom to start packing your bags. Before you completely sidestepped him, you stopped and reached for his hand, giving it a small squeeze, “sweetheart…”

“If and when you find that you’re ever completely over her, give me a call,” you whispered softly, “you’re worth waiting for Marcus, but only if it’s all of you. Because I want to love all of you, unconditionally.”

He didn’t say a word as you turned to disappear into the bedroom, but you heard his soft sniffles as he remained still and otherwise silent. 

When you left he didn’t bother to say a word or even look in your direction. You didn’t say anything either, but walked out and walked to the waiting car. 

As you sat in the car, crying quietly as you wondered if you’d just made a huge mistake. 

You loved Marcus Pike, and he loved you. Maybe one day the timing would be right. 

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[coreychick]

Chapter 16: The Cold

Part of the In the Dark Series: 18+ Smut & Story /Romance and Adventure Din X Fem Reader Insert Just a reminder, I do not post warnings, so if you have triggers, this may not be a story for you. A/N: We're getting something new here- A peek into Din's perspective. Hope you love it, cause it might be my favorite so far. Also check below, which song was the inspiration for the whole chapter.

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A drawing I did after writing this chapter:

Hunter's World

The streets of Keyorin are raw and hungry. Row after row of dirty buildings plagued by graffiti and neon signs peddling the glowing promise of booze, sex and entertainment. Holographic images of prostitutes of varying species walk circles in their designated territories- advertisements for what lies beyond the smoked glass of the more affluent establishments. Large inground vents line the sidewalks, pumping billowing clouds of hot steam into the air. Dark alleys parallel each street, promising darker deeds- unseen because the glow from the dim street lights doesn’t quite reach their recesses. A single tree, bush or facet of nature remains to be seen- a stark contrast from every other planet you’ve been to.

“Stay close to me.” Mando reminds you for the second time. You’re sure he’d be holding your hand if he didn’t feel it was more important to have it ready to draw on his weapon. He lets you hold the tracking beacon, programmed to lead to the exact location of the last known coordinates of the transmission from Vale.

The tiny red bulb on the tracker indicates a building at the end of the street, to be your target. You cinch your hood a little tighter around your neck, the bite of the frigid air stinging your skin. Flurries of snowflakes swirl around your boots.

Not even a fresh blanket of snow can make this city look clean.

The streets are not overly crowded, but there are a fair number of people loitering around. The vast majority you notice, are male. Unlike other cities you’ve been in with Mando- they don’t seem to pay him much notice here. This must in fact be ‘Hunter’s World’, if the sight of a Mandalorian doesn’t draw much attention.

As you near the building at the end of the street you can see the front doors are bordered by frosted glass, illuminated by soft glowing blue light on the inside. You can’t see through the glass, but shadows in the shape of bodies move around like a live art installation. As you near the glass you can hear the undeniable sounds of female moaning. Your eyes focus in closer at the silhouettes being projected onto the glass. A hand and breast momentarily press up against the glass, while a softer, larger silhouette stands behind it. You were wrong. They weren’t projected images- they are actual people fucking behind the glass- a sideshow display to temp anyone passing by on the street.

You swallow a hard lump in your throat. You wouldn’t call yourself prude by any means, but this seems very illicit- yet every other passerby is almost bored by it. Albeit for the one man who stands nearby watching the shadows move intently, a cool expression on his face. He takes a swig from a bottle wrapped in a paper bag and then chucks it into the alley- his hand now free to palm the bulge in his pants. A cleaning droid hustles after the bottle, an attempt by the establishment to keep the immediate area clean, despite all efforts by the world outside the doors.

“I don’t want to take you in there, but I’m not leaving you alone, so I’m afraid I don’t have any other choice.”

“S’ok, you know I’d come anyway.”

“You have that blade I gave you?”

“Yep. Right here.” you say, patting the small of your back where you’d tucked it into your belt.

“You know how to use it?”

“Err...stick the stabby end into the bad guy?”

Mando sighs. “I guess we’ll have to work on that, later.”

Your heart begins pounding, both curious and apprehensive as to what lies beyond the doors. As you approach, the entrance doors open with a woosh . The hallway beyond is dark, lit only by the blue light coming through the glass walls. Blurry figures of men and women deep in the throes can be gleaned, accompanied by grunts and moans of pleasure. At the end of the corridor a woman waits to greet all patrons. She’s drop dead gorgeous- high cheekbones painted with glittering highlighter, lengthy purple eyelashes that flutter over sparkling eyes, thigh high pleather boots cover her long legs, and a vest made of fur barely contains her over-spilling cleavage.

I wonder what Mando thinks of her? What I wouldn’t give to see his reaction to her.

“Greetings. Welcome to Shadow’s Flower, Keyorin’s premiere destination for satisfying one’s ultimate desires. How can we service you today? A private room perhaps?” her voice is all sultry, whiskey and purrs.

Mando is straight to business and quick to reply.

“No. We’re looking for someone known to pass through.”

“I see, and who might that be?” she says, trailing a finger down her décolletage.

You wonder if that’s standard procedure for all newcomers or if she has a thing for Mando specifically.

“Goes by Vale.”

“Vale, huh?” she says, biting her lip and trying to decide how to answer.

She shifts a little, tilting her head. “Well, I haven't seen Vale in a day or so, but you never know, the night is still young.”

“Where can I find ‘em?”

“Oh sugar, they don’t give that kind of information to someone so low on the totem pole, but- you’re not completely out of luck. One of Vale’s associates is in the lounge right now. You’re welcome to make friends and find out for yourself.”

“Fine. Who’s the associate?”

“Sin Shikara. Just look for the short hunter- a palm full of tit in one hand and a cigar in the other, can’t miss it.” she smiles.

Mando nods and you follow closely behind as you enter a large lounge area. There are tables scattered all over the room, each with customers of varying species. In the center, a bar where half-clad women serve drinks. There is an array of booths around the perimeter, each with a pole running from the top of the ceiling down to the table. Others have ropes or other means of restraints that dangle from above.

Mando stops to scan the room, the way he always does when he enters a crowded place. You scan too, only without the nifty tricks of a helmet. There’s a dance floor off to the side, where men and women alike seduce clientele into paying for more expensive entertainment. The music playing is smooth, hypnotic, and sensual- a clever tool to aid in their propositions.

A very large devaronian sits at the head of a large table, his associates scattered around, all deep in conversation with each other or one of the girls who works here.  His skin is a shade of deep red- you always thought his species resembled a cartoon version of a devil, only thing missing was a tail and pitchfork. A female Pantoran in a very short skirt, straddles his lap. The stark red of his skin pressed against the cool blue of hers, makes for a startling contrast. She begins flicking her hips up and down and the devaronian’s eyes practically roll back into his head. The woman begins moaning, grabbing onto the dev’s horns- her own personal set of handlebars- and forces his face to her bare breasts. She quickens her pace and now there’s no doubt in your mind that if the skirt were about three inches shorter, you’d have a full on view of the dev’s dick thrusting into her.

Maker, am I really seeing this?

If the devaronian’s size was any indication of what he was packing below the waist, you’d offer to buy the woman a drink, some pain killers and an ice pack later. The man was a beast and the whole thing was just so blatant, right there in the open, a show for anyone to see. Just as the thought occurs to you, the dev makes direct eye contact with you over the female's shoulder. His eyes lock onto yours and he smiles.

Oh Maker, he caught me staring.

The dev winks at you and your stomach drops. He grabs onto the woman’s waist and drives her down harder onto his lap. You immediately avert your gaze. You hear a loud grunt and the female moans loudly.

Did me looking just push him over the edge?  Your skin crawls at the thought.

You continue scanning the room and a table off to the left catches your eye. You lightly nudge Mando’s arm with your elbow.

“There, the woman with the red lips.”

She sits at a table pushed up against one of the frosted glass walls, her back to the scene that plays out behind them. She has beautiful dark hair, choppy in texture, that lands just above her shoulder on one side, shorn on the other. She wears a vest crisscrossed with various blades and other weapons, including a visible blaster on the side of her ribs. Her eyes are painted with a dark kohl that stretches all the way across the bridge of her nose, giving the mock impression of a mask. The dark paint starkly contrasts the brightness of her golden eyes. In her lap, a bare chested woman sits, and her lips- coated in deep red, are wrapped around a lit cigar.

Mando nods in agreement, that must be who we are looking for.

Mando continues to scan the room as you make your way over to the table. The woman clocks your approach and leans back comfortably in her seat. You come to a stop in front of her table, the girl in her lap eyeing you both curiously.

She puffs out a plume of smoke and speaks up first.

“You got a puck with my name on it Mando? Cause if so, I gotta tell you, that’s really gonna kill my buzz.”

“No. I’m not here for that. I was told you could help me find an associate of yours, I’m looking for Vale.” Mando says.

"Who told you that?”

“Girl at the door.”

“Yeah well, she’s got a big mouth. You got a puck for him?”

Him? Vale is a man.

“No, no puck. Just need to talk to him.”

She takes her time responding, eyeing the two of you up and down- no doubt calculating the threat level. She puffs out another plume of smoke from her cigar.

"Why should I help a bounty hunter?”

“Because I asked nicely. I don’t want to have to ask the other way.”

She smirks in response.

“This is what you call asking nicely? Get lost hunter. I’m not a fucking message service and as you can see, I am otherwise preoccupied.” she says, squeezing a handful of boob.

You decide to interject and see if you can gain any ground with her. Maybe she’s just not a fan of bounty hunters in general and Mando doesn’t give off a particularly warm vibe at first meetings.

“Sin Shakara,” you address her. She turns to face you, acknowledging your presence for the first time.  “I’m terribly sorry to disturb your...evening. I assure you, we’re not here with ill intentions. I’m looking for Vale because I owe him a debt of gratitude, and I was just hoping to do that in person.”

Sin quirks a brow, her interest piqued. Clearly she’s surprised by your approach.

“And who are you, exactly?”

You shake your head, nonchalantly, “Honestly, nobody worth concerning yourself over. I’m not here to cause any trouble, I just want to pass on my gratitude and then I'll be on my way.”

“Well Nobody , you’ve got my attention.” she says. She kicks her foot out under the table, pushing the chair opposite her, out in offering.

“Have a seat.”

You take the offer and sit down, Mando takes the chair beside you.

“This message of gratitude, does it come with, oh let’s say...a knife in the back or a target on his head?”

“No, nothing like that.”

The look on her face says she's entertained, but not buying your story for a minute.

“Then why travel with a bounty hunter?” she says, staring pointedly at Mando.

“I’m not a tracker, I needed help getting here, so I hired the best I could find. Simple as that.”

Mando turns his head to you, but remains silent, letting you play out the lie. Sin takes a deep draw on the cigar and squints her eyes just slightly, like she’s trying to decide how truthful this all sounds.

“Tell me Nobody,” she says, exhaling another puff of smoke. “What is it exactly that Vale could ever have possibly done for someone else, that would warrant a trip across the galaxy, all for a ‘thank you’?”

“I prefer to keep my business to myself, if you don’t mind.”

“As do I Sweets, but I’m not passing on information to someone I just met, simply because they say ‘pretty please’. Without just cause, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

What she says, of course, is reasonable. You know you’ll have to give her more information. You tread the line carefully, offering her a small taste of the truth- hopefully without implicating anything damning about yourself.

It’s a risk I have to take.

“A few years ago, he donated a large sum to an orphanage on Bestine. I'm here to deliver a message of gratitude on behalf of the orphans.”

The best lies, the most believable ones, are often laced with the truth.

Sin silently stares at you. Something sparks in her eyes, but it’s gone in an instant- too quick for you to decipher. She leans in and whispers something to the girl sitting in her lap. The girl nods and makes haste to leave the table- Sin, giving her an affectionate smack on the ass as she walks away. You follow her path with your eyes until she disappears down a dark back hallway.

“So,” Sin says, leaning back in her chair, hooking the neck of a brown bottle with her index finger, “I take it you were one of the orphans then?”

How to answer? You don’t want to give away anything that will ultimately lead to revealing your identity, but you’ve got to give her something to chew on. You’re about to answer when something catches your peripheral. The large devaronian from earlier, he’s headed straight for you.

He slams his palms down on the table, leaning in and cutting himself into the conversation. You silently applaud your ability to avoid flinching and retain an undaunted expression. Despite addressing Sin by name, he stares directly at you as he speaks.

“Well Sin, what’ve you got here. Why don’t you introduce me to your little friend.”

The fact that he seems completely oblivious to, or un-phased by the presence of a Mandalorian at your side is unsettling.

Please don’t be Vale. Please don’t be Vale.

Sin sighs, like this is common behavior coming from the dev. “Vandaal, meet Nobody. Nobody, meet Vandaal.”

“Nobody? Nah, I don’t believe that for one second. I’ll bet you’ve got a real pretty name, haven't you little one?”

Little One?  Well, you suppose compared to a devaronian, you would seem little.

You make a conscious effort not to look at Mando. You don’t want to appear weak or as if you depend on him for support. I can handle my shit.

You address him directly and by name. “Do you mind Vandaal? Sin and I were just in the middle of something, and I’d like to finish up and let her get back to her night.”

You try not to come off as rude, though you’re certain a modicum of irritation slips through the cracks. He leans in a little closer to your face, his body now closing in your entire field of vision.

“It’s your night I’m interested in, Little One. I saw you earlier...couldn’t take your eyes off me as I fucked the Panto, could you?”

You furrow your brows as if you’re trying to remember. “Hmmm, sorry. Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Don’t play coy with me Little One, I looked right into your eyes as I filled her cunt.”

You can’t help but try to swallow the lump forming in your throat at his admission.

“Wait, ahh. I do remember now. She had a kill-er set of boots, I was thinking about asking her where she got them. I’m all about supporting local craftsmen, ya know?”

“Well, I’m here to ask you, what time we’ll be fucking? I’m ready to go right now.”

You sense Mando's anger, can practically feel it radiating off of his armor in waves.

“Right now? So soon? Damn, you don’t even give the sheets a chance to dry, do you?”

He offers you a wicked grin that promises all sorts of deviant behavior- a row of large sharp teeth that retract a little when he speaks, allowing him to talk.

“Sorry Van, not interested.” you say, giving him a smile that clearly doesn’t meet your eyes.

“What’s the problem Little One? I know you liked what you saw.”

“The problem? Uh, anatomy for one. I prefer all of my internal organs to stay where they are. And two, I told you, I’m not interested.”

You casually curl your right arm behind your back, lifting the hem of your shirt to grasp the handle of the blade tucked into your waistband. Your heart begins to beat faster, preparing for what's to come if this conversation continues to go sideways.

He leans in impossibly close this time, his voice dropping to a whisper. You can smell the spice of whatever ale he was drinking linger on his breath. He has several gold hoops lining his earlobes and dozens of scars dredged over his blood colored skin.

“I won’t lie, Little One. Parts of it are going to hurt, but it’ll be worth it in the end.”

He reaches forward to, brush a hair from your face? Touch your cheek? You have no idea and don’t wait long enough to find out. You quickly push his arm aside with your left hand and simultaneously whip out your right arm. You propel your arm forward, aiming for the dev’s head and slam your fist forward until your finger bones crush up against the hilt of the dagger handle.

The next few seconds are a blur of movement. You kick back out of your chair and an immovable wall of beskar shields you from Vandaal. Mando stands chest to chest with the brute, the two of them staring at each other. The dev stands a foot above Mando, his size super imposing. Neither seems to make a move, content to just stare each other down. You take a step away from Mando’s back so you can get a better look at the dev. When his face comes into view you can see the tip of the dagger has been lodged into the dev’s horn, like a dart on a dartboard. The handle ticks back and forth like a swinging pendulum.

Uh, not quite what I was going for.

“You heard her, she’s not interested.” Mando says, his modulated voice coming out low and threatening. His arm is slightly extended away from his body. You know the stance. He's ready to spring first.

Vandaal takes a deep breath, forcing his lungs to expand and his chest to press up harder against Mando, his breath fogging the outside of Mando’s visor.

“What’s it to you, Mando?”

Before Mando can answer, a second voice rings out from behind you.

“The girl said she wasn’t interested Van, suck it up and hit the road.”

You turn and see a large human male, near to Mando’s size, approach from the side. He’s lean and muscled with broad shoulders. His hair can’t quite decide what color it wants to be, too dark to be brown, too light to be black. He has a sharp jaw, masked by a thick beard. A jagged scar bisects his right brow and continues down to the top of his cheek. He has another prominent scar above his ear that shows through his hair- cut short on the sides and left longer on the top. A complex geometric pattern is tattooed on his neck. It seamlessly morphs with the chords of his neck muscles, creating a bold wrapping effect.

A blaster peeks out from the inside of his brown trench coat- it likely conceals a bevy of other weapons as well. Despite his rough and rugged exterior, women would undoubtedly find him attractive.

“Hit. The. Road.” he adds, with a nod indicating Van should go.

Van continues to stare at Mando’s visor for a moment longer before reluctantly following orders from the newcomer.

“Wait!” you call out, “I want my dagger back.”

The new guy chuckles softly, a wood toothpick casually sticking out between his lips.  “You heard her, let her have her dagger back.”

Van practically has steam coming out of his ears, clearly annoyed that he has to obey the order. He steps around Mando and faces you. Mando’s hand slides to his blaster, prepared to shoot. Van stares down at you, much the way he had been staring down at Mando seconds ago- like you're a mouse and he a lion. He slowly leans his head forward, putting his horns in reach, the dagger still wobbling. You swallow hard and reach up to palm the hilt, tugging on the end. The dagger doesn’t budge. You have to reach your second hand up and pull down with your weight for leverage. The dagger pops loose and you stumble a step back. Mando is right there waiting to catch you.

“I look forward to our next meeting, Little One.” he says with a gleam in his yellow-green eyes.

“Next time, I’ll stick this in your ear,” you snap back.

He shoots Mando one last look before scarcely acknowledging the newcomer and heading away toward the exit. You notice Sin, off to the side, watching the whole altercation with amusement in her eyes. You turn to face trench coat guy, tucking the blade back into your waistband.

“You always did have a knack for finding trouble, didn’t you bunny?”

Your heart stutters.

Bunny. A name I haven't been called in years. A term of endearment only one person ever used.

Your eyes fly to his, drawing deep on their familiar coloring. Recognition takes hold.

DIN

Initially,  I am relieved when the devaronian stands down. I was one breath away from from ripping his stupid fucking horns off of his head and cramming them down his throat. The foul sewage spewing from his mouth, the way he looked at her with lust in his eyes...I should have killed him where he stood- had already been calculating our escape.

Pluck dagger from his horn, plunge it into his windpipe, pull down, severing throat vertically. Three possible exits. Front door. Back door at the end of the hall. Break the frosted glass and head out through the sex dens. Enemy count, unknown: Sin Shakara, possible ally to the dev, formidable opponent. The onlookers from the dev’s table earlier- abilities unknown, weapons….a lot. Use whistling birds.  Overall chances? Five to one.

I like those odds.

Now there’s a new opponent, one that seems far smarter and therefore more dangerous. One the devaronian takes orders from. He’s armed with a blaster, two blades and a set of brass knuckles he wears on his right hand. Those are the weapons I can see, though a scan with the helmet indicates more lie beneath the cover of his trench.

He prefers to fight with his hands, good to know.

New odds, seven to one.

Can’t risk her safety.

I step in front of her, shielding her from the human newcomer. The man briefly stares back at me before speaking.

“You always did have a knack for finding trouble, didn’t you Bunny?”

Bunny?

The way the man speaks, it sounds as if he knows her. I turn to her and see disbelief written in her expression. She steps around me and closer to the male, studying his features. Recognition lights up her face.

“Halo? Halo, is that you?” she says in bewilderment.

“It’s me, Bunny.”

“Halo!” she practically squeals in delight. She moves around me and runs straight into the man’s arms, a beautiful wide grin spread across her face.

Immediately irritation spikes my blood at the way the man’s name sounds, as it leaves her lips. The man extends his open arms out to her as she runs headlong into his embrace. He wraps his arms around her, lifting her up off the ground into a bear tight hug. Her arms fly up to wrap around his neck in an equally tight clutch. She squeezes her eyes closed as his left hand cradles the back of her head. He whispers something inaudible into her ear. She listens intently and nods her head ‘yes’ when he stops speaking. A dozen thoughts storm through my brain at once. I should be relieved that she knows this person- maybe we won't have to fight our way out after all- but then again, I'm not. The way he's holding her...maybe we will.

Who is he? How does she know him? He’s touching her. Kill now, ask questions later. Take what’s mine. Leave right now. What is he saying to her? Kill.

After what seems like an agonizingly long reunion embrace, the asshole- apparently named ‘Halo’- sets her back down on her feet. Before I can feel any sense of relief though, the asshole irritates me further by leaning forward and pressing his forehead to hers, in another affectionate exchange. The two seem to share some type of silent communication with one another.

Stay cool, don’t blow your fucking top- yet. You need answers.

Finally, she steps back, seeming to remember that there are multiple other people in the room, all watching the exchange.

“Mando, this is Halo- a close family friend. We grew up on Bestine together.”

“Friend?” I sound confused, even to my own ears.

“Yeah, we lived next door to each other, up until I went to the orphanage that is.”

I look at Halo, gauging his response.

“Yeah, I haven't seen Bunny since she was a little girl...but look at her- all grown up now. You can imagine my surprise to hear that she’s been looking for me.”

All grown up, indeed.

“Looking, for you ?” she says. “You’re Vale!?”

“Haven’t gone by ‘Halo’ since I left Bestine.”

He knows her. They have a shared past of some sort.

The look on her beautiful face. She looks like she’s in awe of him.

He doesn’t deserve that look, not from her.

“Can we talk? I have so many questions.” she asks.

“Sure,” he says, offering me a polite nod, that doesn’t quite feel sincere. “We can talk in private. Your friend can wait here, I’m sure Sin can entertain him for a while.”

“No.” I protest, taking a step closer to my girl. “Wherever she goes, I go.”

If he thinks to take her from me, I will kill him where he stands.

Halo looks to her for confirmation. She bites her lip. “He’s…” she starts, looking into my visor the way she always does when she's searching for the right words, but hesitates. “I trust him.”

“I see.” he says, inhaling a deep breath. “Well, I’d prefer to talk to you in private. How about if we have a quick dance, right over there on the dancefloor? You and I can talk in private and your friend here can keep you in sight, whatta you say?”

She turns to me, offering reassurance with her eyes. “I think that’d be fine. I’ll be in sight the whole time.” she says.

Not okay. I don’t want her more than an arm's reach away right now, but I can’t undermine her in front of the others.

Why is she so quick to trust him? Even if they had been childhood friends, that doesn’t seem reason enough to trust him now.

Stubborn girl.

“I’ll be right here,” I reassure her.

My stubborn girl nods and walks side by side with Halo to the dance floor. I refuse the seat Sin once again offers and choose to lean against the wall instead- arms crossed, where I can keep a close eye on the situation. Sin huffs at my choice, puffing out a cloud of smoke on her cigar. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that she is just as displeased at the two of them dancing together as I am. She has a look of annoyance plastered on her face.

I watch as Halo removes his brass knuckles, placing them in his pocket, then rounds on her, placing one hand on the small of her back and the other in her palm. They begin to slow dance while they dive deep into a conversation I can’t hear. I have no doubt that Halo chose the dancefloor to discuss their business, simply because the music makes it impossible for anybody standing near to hear what they are saying. Without the aid of the amplifier on my rifle, I can’t make out a single word, even with the helmet dialed in.

“You know, I’ve seen Halo with dozens of women over the years,” Sin says, a hint of bitterness in her voice, “but never once seen him ask one to dance.”

The revelation isn’t a welcome one.

“You don’t sound too happy about it.” I voice it aloud.

“I’m as happy about it as I imagine you look under that helmet right about now.”

“Why’s that?” I ask, shifting as I gauge the close proximity of my girl dancing with the guy. Surely it isn’t necessary to be that close? I’m not certain though- never danced a day in my life.

“When a woman gets a man to start behaving out of his character, it’s usually bad for business.” No shit.

Out of character? I wondered what is ‘in character' for this guy. I've met many of his kind before. He was the type of man, women should avoid, yet always find attractive. He has a natural charm, the kind that can talk the panties off a nun.

I watch intently as he says something that makes her laugh. She tilts her head back smiling up at Halo like he has just said the funniest thing in the world. I want to rip his head off, for being the one to make her laugh like that.

One minute I am silently praising her, championing her for her quick wit and show of strength against the devaronian, the next I find myself wanting to haul her ass over my shoulder and spank her, for handing over her trust to this Halo guy, so easily.

“That one has got some fight in her, huh?” Sin says.

“You have no idea.” I say, stretching out the words.

“That dagger dangling from Van’s horn is the funniest shit I’ve seen in ages,” she says. “He’s gonna be pissed for weeks at the damage. Devaronians take real pride in their horns. She might as well have shanked him in the dick.”

I ignore Sin’s comments, unable to focus on much beyond the placement of Halo’s hands. I am getting a bad feeling about this whole thing. Something about Halo seems familiar, but I can’t quite place it. I make a mental note to check the New Republic wanted records and backlogs for his name- or both names as it were. The guy is obviously running from some sort of past if he changed his name at some point.

I watch in mounting frustration, my temper ratcheting up a degree with every step they take together. When the song ends, they continue to dance, seemingly lost in whatever conversation they are having. I’m a hot second away from breaking up their little reunion celebration when she nods and the two make their way back over to the table. Finally.

Halo speaks first. “Well, we’ve got lots more catching up to do, but I’m sorry I have to cut our time short tonight. I have some business matters to attend to, and I’m afraid they can’t wait any longer. I’d like to invite you both to stay at my place for the night…”

I quickly cut him off, “We’ll be returning to the ship.”

“Are you sure? You’ll have the finest accommodations and I assure you, you’ll be a lot safer than in the shipyards.”

“No, thank you. We’ll be staying on the ship.” I insist. No way in hell I am trusting this guy, especially on his turf.

I notice the flash of disappointment that crosses my girl’s face, but she doesn’t protest. Good girl.

“Alright,” Halo says with a smile. “I’ll have Sin here take you back to your ship.”

“That won’t be necessary, we’ll walk.”

“Walk?” Halo says, looking back and forth between my girl and me. “The temperature has dropped substantially since you arrived, you’ll freeze out there.”

“We’ll be fine.” I insist, my resolve unwavering.

Halo seems a little put out by my insistence, until she echoes my thoughts.

“We’ll be fine.” she assures him.

Halo stares at me for a moment, disapprovingly. If I’m reading his expression correctly, it's says: “Anything happens to her and I’ll kill you.” Right back at ya, buddy.

“Here, at least take this,” he says, removing his trench coat and placing it around her shoulders. I feel my whole body stiffen as she accepts it easily, sinking her arms into the too long sleeves. Halo pops the collar and tucks it in as tight as it will go around her neck. His coat on her skin. His scent. Wrath burns me from the inside out.

“I’ll send for you both at the yards tomorrow then, and we’ll finish our conversation.” he says, placing a kiss against her cheek. She returns a similar kiss to his, and I swear red runs across my vision.

Do. Not. Kill. Him...Yet.

“Ok, sounds goo…” she trails off as I pull her by the arm away toward the exit. We are leaving right now.

A few moments later, am leading us away and back through the streets, towards the shipyards where the Crest is waiting.

Just get back to the Crest, back to where things are safe, familiar. She wants to return tomorrow? That's not happening.

I struggle to think coherently, my mind stuck in a loop, replaying the kiss over and over in my head. After several moments of silence, once we’ve put enough distance between us and the club, I finally say something.

“Well, care to explain?”

“Which part?” she says.

“Who the hell was that for starters?”

“I told you, he’s a friend of the family. We grew up together, spent a good amount of time together, before my parents died.”

They have...history.

“You seem quick to trust someone you haven't seen in years. You were only, what? Maybe five or six?”

“Seven, and he was good to me, looked out for me as a kid.”

“He’s not good now, you saw him, saw who he associates with.” None of them can be trusted.

She sighs. “I trust him, I don’t think he’d hurt me.” I’ll end anyone who tries.

“Trust him? You don’t even know him!” I say, growing more and more irritated by the second. Her nature is too sweet for this world.

She ignores the change in my voice, hugging the trench coat to herself a little tighter. The temperature had indeed dropped further since we had first arrived. Snow continues to flurry, a fresh dusting kicks up with every step. A light sheet of frost was even forming over my beskar. I don’t feel any of the chill though, my skin is heated, body practically boiling over with anger.

“What did he say to you?  I saw him whisper something in your ear.”

“He wanted to make sure I was ok, that I was with you voluntarily and that I wasn’t a ...bounty. He said if I was, all I’d have to do is give the word and he’d make sure I walked out the door a free woman.” She’s already free, and I’ll ensure that she stays so.

“We’re done, we’re not going back.” I say. I know it’s not what she wants to hear, but I’m done with this shit. It’s not worth the risk. We need to move on from this pipe dream.

She stops dead in her tracks.

“You may not be, but I am.”

“Like hell you are.” I say, turning around to face her. She’s got her stubborn expression on, her fists balled up tight, leaning into me as if she’s an immovable force- as if I can’t just toss her over my shoulder and put this planet behind us for good. Tiny white snowflakes float down, sticking to her hair, revealing her true nature. She is equal parts ethereal and wildling. So fucking beautiful like this.

“I didn’t come all this way, just to get this close and turn back. He has answers, I know he does.”

Answers. She lives only to find these answers. I wish I could give her something else to live for.

“He might be Imperial, we’re not risking it.”

“Imperial? Are you kidding? Did you see him? No way is he an Imp.”

“He may not be one, but he’s likely working with them. I’ve seen his kind before, he’d quickly throw you to the dogs if it means a decent payday.”

“Well if that’s not the pot calling the kettle black.”

I inhale for patience. Her jab hits a weak spot in my armor. It snakes itself right between the plates, finds my heart, and sinks its fangs in. My entire body echoes a pang every time I think about what I did. It’s precisely why I can’t risk her like that again.

She grabs the two ends of the coat collar and crosses them hand over hand, pulling them in tight to keep the sting of cold air off of her neck. The sight of Halo’s coat wrapped around her, pulls me from my thoughts, and causes my last thread of patience to snap. I can’t look at that coat a moment longer. I want to erase all traces of Halo. Stamp out every touch, every smell, that kiss….her last words. My dick goes rock hard at the thought of fucking her until she can remember no other name, save for mine.

“Take it off.”

Her little brows scrunch up in confusion.

“Wh..what?”

“The coat. Take it off….or I will.”

YOU

The threat hangs in the air. A shiver runs down your spine. It has nothing to do with the freezing temperature and everything to do with Mando’s voice. He sounds desperate...feral.

“You’re the one that insisted we walk, it’s freezing out here…”

Mando cuts you off with a pull on your arm. He tugs you away from the main road and directs you down a side alleyway. You follow along the side of a building until the glow of the streetlights no longer reaches and you’re left standing in the dark shadow of the corner. There’s little to be seen beyond some impressive graffiti on the walls, a trash receptacle, and a broken down speeder- long since stripped of its parts, little more than a frame and hood held up only by the cinders supporting it.

He drops your wrist and stares down at you.

“You heard me, do as you’re told.”

A surprising thrill courses through your veins. His tone, the urgency, his demand- it sends a needy pulse straight to your pussy.

He needs you to obey.

You briefly consider defying him, excited at the prospect of seeing how far you can push him- but quickly remember that that tactic once led to no orgasms for you. Instead you decide to give him what he wants, hoping you’ll be rewarded.

“You seem… a little jealous, Mando? You have no reason to be.” you say, feeling the first flush of warmth between your legs.

He steps closer, bearing down on you until your ass meets the hood of the busted up speeder.

“Say my name.” he commands, surprising you.

You can’t help it, don’t know why it’s so impossibly difficult for you to just give him what he wants. You want to, need to, crave to. But there’s also an undeniable charge you get from defying authority. Always has been.

“Mando.” you say, knowing perfectly well that’s not what he was asking for.

“Say. My. Name.” he says again, his voice promising untold things if you don’t.

You love this little game you play.

“Mando.” you repeat again, and sure, it was like waving a fresh kill in front of a starved bull rancor. But as you repeat the word you know he doesn’t want to hear, you slowly begin to shed the trench coat, offering him partial obedience.

You let the trench slide to the ground, pooling at your feet. The freezing air hits your body causing goosebumps to break out over your skin and your nipples to stiffen.

“There. Happy now?” you ask.

“Now, the boots.”

Your lips part on a stunned breath. Somehow you thought he’d be satisfied after the coat had been removed, content to let your bones chill a bit and then spend all of his time warming you back up once you returned to the Crest. You were dead wrong.

“My boots? " you say, looking down at them. "Are you crazy? There’s snow on the ground, I’ll freeze.”

“The boots. Now.” he says, his voice, all authority.

You glance around his shoulder, looking twenty or so yards down the alley to the street. Pedestrians occasionally pass by. None spare a glance down the passageway, and you suppose even if they did, this scene is being played out under the cover of darkness.

How far does he intend to take this?

You continue to stare into the T of his visor, even as you bend over to unlace and remove your boots, one by one. The bitter cold of the cement beneath your feet penetrates the barrier of your wool socks, causing needle-like pin pricks. You begin to unconsciously rub your arms for warmth, your breath now fogging the air with each exhale.

“Pants.” he says. A single word uttered with command, daring you to openly refuse him. Part of you wonders what might happen if you do, but a much needier part of you resists the urge.

Mando watches, completely stoic as you slowly unfasten the ties at your waistband. You reach back, pulling the dagger from it’s concealed location at your back and briefly hold it out in front of you before placing it on the hood of the speeder.

Wetness pools between your legs as you grow more aroused under his gaze. He has a sizeable bulge pressing aggressively against the barrier of his pants- one you want to expose to the cold air as well. He’s steady, makes no move to undress himself in any way, content to watch you strip down to bare flesh while he stands like a statue, with not a single inch of his own skin exposed to the elements- and the view of any lucky passersby on the street.

Your body begins to shiver and you’re not sure if it’s the frosty air or the anticipation. Maybe both.

You wiggle your hips back and forth, sliding the fitted trousers down and step out of the legs, one at a time. You hold the pants out in front of you before dropping them into a pile to join the other discarded items. Only your wool socks and black wrap top remain.

Mando can wait no longer. He scoops you up by cupping your ass and lifts you onto the hood of the speeder. If he didn’t have that damn helmet on, you’d be frantically kissing him, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. You inhale a sharp breath as an icy burn scorches your ass when your skin makes contact with the frozen metal. Mando makes quick work of discarding his right glove, his effort so frantic, you smile at his haste. His left arm wraps around the small of your back, holding you in place while he makes his way straight to your pussy with his other hand. The first contact is utterly divine. His hands are so warm compared to the frigid air. He delves two fingers through your arousal, wasting no time.

“So wet already,” he says, plunging those two thick fingers in and out of your cunt. “What got you this wet baby? Was it me ...or was it him ?”

His words surprise you. He is jealous....has no reason to be.

It’s hard to concentrate on anything past the magic he’s producing with his hand, but you somehow muster one last brazen act of defiance before completely succumbing to his will.

“Which answer will make you fuck me harder?”

His response is a sharp intake of breath sucked through gritted teeth. He quickly unbuckles his belt, leaving it to hang off to the side while he unzips his pants just enough to loose his cock. It springs forth, eagerly bobbing. The second you see it, all thoughts of playful resistance melt away. You want to give this man whatever he desires, however he desires it.

You spread your legs wider, showing him everything you have to offer.

“How do you want me?” you ask, prepared to give him anything, no matter what the answer is.

Your surrender causes his body to vibrate with need. He takes his cock in hand, sweeping the leaking pre-cum over the tip with his thumb.

“Screaming my name.” is what he replies, as he presses the head into your entrance and slams his hips forward. His movements aren’t gentle or kind. They are primal and unrelenting. Mando pounds into you with everything he’s got and you yield completely, devouring every inch.

DIN

Maker, she is perfect, so fucking tight- the friction when I drag my cock out of her slick cunt and then drive it home again is so intense, so perfect. My cock is a wash, base to tip, in that delicious liquid arousal her body is so eager to give me. It paints my dick, my hips, and glistens on the inside of her silky thighs- she’s literally drenching me and I can’t get enough. In another time and place, I’d be down on my knees, licking every drop with a lap of my tongue. I’m already hard- painfully so, but the memory of her taste turns my cock to beskar steel.

I’ll make it up to her later, spend hours worshipping this pussy like it deserves- if she’ll let me- but right now, I just need to fuck her, fuck her senseless until all these other feelings melt away and there’s nothing left but the sound of my name on her lips.

Look at her. Does she have any idea how fucking beautiful she is like this? The sight of my cock stretching that pretty pussy as it disappears and reappears with every thrust is nearly too much. Her petal-soft lips blossom around me, swelling to ring my cock to perfection. Maker, she is flawless- I swear she was made just for me, and me alone. Her body, her face, her cries of pleasure, all expertly designed to break me down to a molecular level.

I’m rattled. Disturbed, at how badly I need her like this, open to me, willing to give me whatever I want. And she does. She accepts each brutal thrust and returns it with yearning and vigor. I know she’s close, her moans going deep and raspy, soft puffs of air fog against my visor. I return my thumb to rub firm circles around her aching clit, but no sooner do I touch it and she throws her head back and comes completely undone. Her eyes are squeezed shut and despite her whimpers of pleasure, she doesn’t say my name- a dead giveaway that I haven’t done my job. My stubborn girl is yet to be sated.

I forgo giving her a break. The sick bastard in me is getting off on seeing her squirm through the sensitivity as her orgasm recedes. I keep up my maddened pace, despite her body going completely liquid for me. With the first orgasm out of the way, her body becomes more pliant, capable of taking even more.

She loosens her grip on my neck- the severed touch, a tragic loss- as she leans back to lie down on the speeder’s hood. My momentary mourning over the lost contact is quickly replaced by a devastating view of her breasts. I tug the material down and to the side, something I had fantasized about the second I saw it in the marketplace, back on Tatooine. There between two perfect breasts- my pendant rests- a glaring reminder that there is a more important job I am supposed to be doing, one that I can’t lose sight of.

She arches her back, hard nipples begging to be sucked, jutting up to the sky. Tiny frozen snowflakes blanket the space all around her. I take hold of her neck and give her a gentle squeeze, just to help anchor her body in place, keep it from sliding further away from me. My hand looks so large- huge splayed across the delicate column of her neck- so beautiful. Suddenly, she opens her mouth, flashing her tongue out to catch the snow raining down from above. The sight of her tongue, the way the snow delicately lands on it- I can’t handle it. I have to fight a battle not to pull out of her hot pussy and feed my cock into that hot mouth instead. She’s radiant- beyond all imagining- as we fuck snow angels into the hood of this wrecked piece of junk.

I’ve never been so close to removing my helmet, so at peace with the idea of chucking it down this alleyway and walking away from it forever. If she asked me too, right now, at this moment- I know I would- without question. There’s something else happening here, something beyond just fucking. This woman will be the end of me- if I don’t end it first. I fear there'll be no recovering from this.

YOU

Whatever mystical powers of influence you have- they don’t hold a candle to what this man can get you to do for him at this moment. He takes and takes and doesn’t stop. You submit without hesitation, overwhelmed by the desire to give him what he wants. You want to feel your bones rattle, look forward to the soreness he’ll leave behind long after he’s finished with you.

He stretches your walls and strokes that hard to reach spot that sends you spiraling out of control with swift precision. He’s merciless, refusing to stop long after you’ve passed the point of maximum sensitivity. You want to beg him to stop, a watery tear falls down the side of your cheek as the overwhelming pleasure persists. You realize why. You didn’t give him what he asked for.

Your body is already melting into a useless puddle, your limbs going heavy and near unresponsive. You lay back on the hood of the speeder, no longer able to squeeze your legs around his waist. The icy-cold metal burns your back, despite your ass having gone completely numb a long time ago.

Mando easily tugs your double wrap style top down, exposing your breasts to the frigid night air.

“Too lovely to stay covered.” he says, causing your heart to flutter too.

Mando continues to drill into you, the pleasure mounting again. You turn your head to face the mouth of the alley. Pedestrians continue to pass by, unaware of the carnal acts taking place mere feet away. Anyone of them might see, if they only turned their heads.

You look away and stare up into the black night sky. Millions of soft white crystalized flakes flutter down from above. You can see every breath you expel in the icy cold air. Mando grips your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze on the sides. Your response is to open your mouth and lash out your tongue to catch a few wayward flakes.

He finally slows his pace, just long enough for him to remove his hands from your neck and waist and tilts his helmet up just a degree. You sense the movement and continue to stare at the falling snow above- careful not to look at him. You feel dozens of frozen flakes land on your chest, causing your nipples to get impossibly hard- until a hot mouth streaks across your skin, seeking to melt each and every one of them.

You continue to stare into the sky above, though your hands seek and find the exposed skin of Mando’s neck and rough chin- enough contact for you to encourage his barrage of hot snow melting kisses. When his sultry tongue latches on to a nipple and sucks, your eyes roll back into your head. That familiar spiral is mounting and you’re so close to cumming again. This time you’ll give him what he needs.

Your breaths come fast now, a repetition of misty smoking air releases with each pant. You start to arch your back. “So close.” you say, your voice going horse from the air freezing your lungs. Mando’s been quieter than usual, likely trying very hard not to draw unwanted attention from the street just beyond. He quickens his pace in time with your short breaths.

“Right behind you baby...just say my name and I’ll give you what you need.”

You’re lost, completely lost for this man.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Din.” The admission is startling to you, but it’s all it takes to send you both hurtling over the edge in a simultaneous release.

You squeeze your eyes closed as the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had quakes through your core. “Din, you're making me cummm!” Your scream is cut off by Din’s mouth covering yours. You give it to him and he swallows it down.

Your pussy pulses, walls clamping down hard around his cock, wringing every last drop of sizzling hot cum from him. Din collapses on top of your bare chest, panting. You stare up into the sky, completely and utterly lost somewhere in the blank space between stars.

A short time later, you exit the alley on shaky legs, redressed and bundled in Mando’s cloak. A sanitation droid passes by. Mando tosses a rolled trench coat at it, instructing it to “incinerate it, for all I care!”.  He takes your hand in his now re-gloved one and leads you back to the Crest. The entire way back, guilt roots itself down deep in your gut. There’s more. So much more you haven't told him- The truth, about Vale, the promise you gave him when he whispered in your ear.

A dark silhouette stands in the shadows across from the alleyway. A strike of match, a lick of flame- the brief indication that the shadows were never really empty to begin with.

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Hi! I have a request if that’s okay. Head canon open for all the Pedro characters (I can’t choose just one) of them with their significant other snowed in. Powers out, can’t leave the house, so how are they hunkering down with a y/n? Who wants to run outside and make snowmen, who wants to just make a fire and relax, ect. Thanks! ✨

Snowed In HCs

Din Djarin: It isn’t the first time Mando has been stuck thanks to snow. Before he had you to worry about, he would’ve risked it and tried to trek through the torrential flurries, but it isn’t worth the potential harm. So he’s building up a fire to keep you nice and toasty and to dry out any soaked clothes. He strips down to his still-dry underlayers and is all too happy to drag you into his lap and help warm you up, too. 

He’s glad to relax next to the warmth of the fire and just… take a moment with you. Life is all go-go-go, so being able to just enjoy your presence without distraction or worry is a gift he’s going to cherish. Plus he can stretch out and catch up on some much needed sleep with you.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales: Oh, Frankie’s doing both. He’s the type that pulls all the snow gear down from storage the second he sees the upcoming snowstorm, cuts plenty of firewood for the fireplace, and pulls out all the candles and blankets you could possibly need. Beyond prepared and beyond excited. 

When the two of you wake up late, the entire world muffled in the blanket of snow, he’s grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. 

Frankie gets you both bundled up and all but drags you out into the snow. His nose and cheeks get all red from the cold and he’s got this huge smile on his face as he starts building a giant snowman. 

He’s told you before how much he loves snow, how it was one of the things he missed the most when he was deployed, but the first time you see him in action is breathtaking. 

Those cold hands get tucked under your shirt and his cold nose gets buried in your neck the second you get back inside, no matter how much you squeal at him.

Javier Peña: Javi is not going into that snow if he doesn’t have to - he’s far too used to warm weather. So when the lights flicker and go out definitively, he’s all grumbles and curses because fuck that noise. 

But then he sees you lighting candles and fiddling with the fireplace until heat bursts through the room, and he’s struck with just how romantic he can make this situation. The soft glow of the firelight against your skin is enough to have him looking at you with hooded eyes. 

Javi breaks out the whiskey, grabs some ice before it all melts and gathers all of the blankets he can find to lay in a pile in front of the fireplace to pull you down with him. Even if there’s no sex, just the warmth of your skin and the intimacy of holding you so close is a great way to pass the time. 

He acts like this isn’t the most romantic thing he’s ever done in his life, like the flush licking its way up to his hairline is because of the fire and not because he fucking loves doing this kind of shit for you.

Agent Whiskey: Jack has the same energy as a golden retriever puppy, so he’s 100% going out into the snow with you - but not to build a snowman. No, he’s lobbing a snowball directly at you like a goddamn professional baseball player. You swear you’ve never seen him run so fast, even on missions. 

He isn’t afraid to play dirty, either. Jack will tackle you right into the snow and refuse to let you up until you give him a big ole kiss.

He’s quick to get you warmed up afterwards, though. Can’t have you getting frostbite or getting sick. Once he’s got a fire blazing, he pulls your clothes off with greedy hands and gives you that signature smirk. 

“We’ll get warm faster if we’re both naked, darlin’.” “Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason your hands are between my thighs.”

Marcus Pike: Marcus jumps at the chance to turn an unfortunate snowed-in situation into a romantic getaway. With no way to leave for work and no one around to bother either of you, it's the perfect excuse to spend some much needed alone time together. 

Sex and snuggles and naps and long talks about whatever the hell either of you have on your mind, all while curled up under blankets? It’s his happy place. The fact that there’s no real responsibilities to worry after, no reason to think of anything except for the way you feel against him makes him realize just how much stress he’s under, how much he misses being with you. 

The mini vacation of the snowstorm is what motivates him to plan a real vacation for sometime in the near future, somewhere he can watch you lounge in a lavish hotel room with a lazy smile on your face.

Max Phillips: Instead grimace. Max is buried under a thousand blankets by the time that first snowflake falls. He hates everything to do with it, but maybe if you ask nicely enough, he’ll let you into his blanket burrito.

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