#mandomay2021

[ollovae3]

"Days 22 & 23: Yust'yaim and Be'chaaj'taabir - Camp and "Journey, travel afar, sometimes death".

Had a lot of fun with this Happy AU idea!! The boys of the 501st becoming Mandos and sticking together as they clean up the Republic on their own time, and now camping before the next hunt. The ARCs of the bunch kept their shoulder pads and original patterns, Rex has his old patterns too, while Tup and Dogma enjoy brand new armor!!

I shaved Tup's hair, and of COURSE Fives is the kind of guy to like burnt marshmallows?? Buddy better stop annoying his twin though, else he's gonna get soup in the face.."

Close-ups below!:

#mandomay2021 #star wars #fanart #swtcw #digital art #clone trooper #mandalorian #captain rex #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #alternate universe #au #star wars au #Mandalorian au #mandalorian armor #camping #campfire #marshmallow #burnt marshmallows #God this one hurt my hands afterwards #mandoa #mando art

[kanskje-kaffe]

I told myself I was only gonna do the weekly prompts for Mando May, so anyway here is Day 1: Beskar (Mandalorian Iron)

#din djarin #the mandalorian #the armorer #mandomay2021 #beskar #star wars #baby din djarin #i cri #artistippus

[dukeofqueers]

MandoMay2021 Day 2: Strill - Mandalorian hunting animal

My take on a feral/undomesticated strill for the occasion, I like to imagine that over time and because of their domestication, strills lost some of their more threatening features- though that doesn't stop them from being impressive sights.

Yea I'm posting this late and I won’t do all the prompts, though some do inspire me in particular.

(Go check out #MandoMay2021 as well as @/ollovae3 and @/paladinpenn on IG!)

#mandomay2021 #star wars #star wars fanart #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanart #mandalorian #strill #creature #canine #fanart #artwork #sketch #art #my art #i might end up making a whole sheet for wild strills tbh. i love those weird dogs so much #fun fact my fanmade clan's emblem is the head of a wild strill

[generalfoolish]

Far From Home Master A Series

The Cold Weather Collection A Collection of One Shots

The Soft Sighs Collection A Collection of One Shots

The B-Side Collection A Collection of One Shots

Of Gardens and Diatribes An Arranged Marriage Au

Fresh A Florist AU

Better Apart A One Shot

Dinner Date A Modern AU

Sweet Talk A One Shot

Superstitions A One Shot

#masterlist #din djarin masterlist #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #February prompts 2021 #mandomay2021 #Pedro pascal #Pedro pascals characters #grogu #Din Djarin x reader #Din Djarin x you #mando x reader #mando x you #Star Wars fic

[fandom-blackhole]

Mando May 2021 Week 4 + Day 30

AN: Here we are, finally at the end of Mando May 2021 and what fun I have had writing all of these. I am so glad that I got the chance to participate and thank you to everyone who has read any or all of my little prompts! In the coming month, I am going to be busy with my job, but I plan to come up with a schedule so you guys know what I will be working on each day, and I hope to be pushing out more fics or one-shots at least once a week. Anyway, I hope you all like this. Love you all and I hope you have a good week!

Prompts:

Aliit ori'shya tal'din

"Family is more than blood." Mandalorian saying, apt for a culture so well known for adopting often, and accepting anyone of any species.

Laar- Song

Pairing: the Armorer x AFAB!Reader

Words: 2.5k

Summary: When a Mandalorian found you and brought you to their tribe you did not expect to find a family you had never had, nor did you expect to find yourself falling for the strong, wise leader and armorer of the tribe.

Warnings(?): Reader does have a young child, mentions of pregnancy and infidelity, AFAB, but no pronouns, bi/pan reader??, mentions of struggling??, none really mainly just fluff, also this wasn't edited bc I needed to write up my Sinful Sunday as well...

Your life had been far from easy, but you had always told yourself that there were others in the galaxy that had it much worse off than you did. You had been raised on a smaller farming planet not too far from Alderaan. Your parents hadn’t been well off in the slightest, and they didn’t own land for themselves, just working other’s land for little pay and for long hours. You had had to step in and fill the parental role for your two younger siblings, a pair of innocent twin boys. When you were old enough your parents married you off to the first nice suitor that had asked for your hand, not even asking you before doing it. Not that you could complain much, the man took care of you and he had enough money to be comfortable. It hadn’t even been more than a month though when your family came down sick with an illness that had overtaken your small planet. Not one person from your family survived, and you were heartbroken when you had to watch from a distance as someone buried each of them in a small plot of land reserved for the victims of the illness. You mourned their deaths for only days when your husband became cruel and told you to get over them, they were dead and not coming back he would say whenever the tears would make an appearance. But you stuck by his side, having nowhere else to go.

You had watched in horror as your neighboring planet Alderaan was completely destroyed without any second thoughts or repercussions by the Empire. For weeks afterward, you watched people mourn the families that they had that lived on the planet. You had watched as your entire home planet had become solemn and fearful of the Empire, but you had just tried to brush it off, just trying to live your life one day at a time.

But as seemed the pattern in your new life, that mentality didn’t last long in the least. Maybe three weeks after Alderaan had been destroyed, you walked in to find your husband having sex with a woman you recognized from town right on your dining room table. That had been the last straw for you, you knew you couldn’t put up with this anymore, and while the two of them didn’t notice you, you turned and walked into your bedroom and packed all of your meager items into a bag, along with all the money they two of you had hidden in the room and you left that house never planning on looking back. And you never did look back, completely glad when you did, managing to get on a freighter that day and leave the planet behind altogether. It had only been a day later that you had found out that the Empire had come the following day and taken control over the planet.

Nevarro had never been your first choice, but with low funds and the news of your pregnancy, you had no other choice at the time. Nevarro was full of drunks, thieves, and bounty hunters, none of which you wanted to be associated with, but you had to make do because of your need for money. Somehow you managed to snag a job waiting tables at the cantina that the Guild worked out of, and you made decent pay. The only problem was the fact that you still had nowhere to stay and were forced to live on the streets, but as always you made do with what you had as the months slow progressed. You never told anyone you were pregnant and always hid behind baggy clothes, scared of how you would be treated if anyone found out. The one kind face, mask(?), that you had was a mandalorian with a silver helmet and red armor that would come into the cantina to speak with the guild master for bounty jobs. He was always polite to you, and you always gave him a smile, and frown every time Greef Karga ordered a drink for him, knowing it was rude when Mando never drank it.

What you never expected was for that mandalorian to appear from thin air one night as you were curled behind the cantina eating the meager meal that you had purchased before leaving work for the day. He had not been mean or judging when he had looked down on you from where he was standing. He had stayed gentle when he had asked why you were sleeping outside unprotected, and he had been somewhat offended when you had feigned not being pregnant, saying that any mandalorian or person with eyes could notice the signs of your pregnancy. After he had asked and made sure of your situation he had invited you to live with his tribe, hidden under the city, saying, “We will take care of you and your child, and ask nothing of you, but to contribute to the tribe what you can. You will be safe.”

Now presently, five, almost six, years had passed, and you had been all but integrated into the mandalorian tribe and way of life. You did odd jobs for the tribe, mostly cleaning the community spaces and occasionally pitching in to help make meals. The entire tribe had treated you with respect since the first day you had been brought into their home and the Mando who had brought you there had explained it was mainly because you were with child, as children were sacred to their way of life as they continued to dwindle in numbers.

When your beautiful baby girl was born, the entire tribe had celebrated, and with your permission, each of them had asked to hold your child. You had found it endearing at the excitement that tribe had held for one small child, but as you were sitting, and resting as the leader and armorer of the tribe held your child, she had told you that it had been a very long time since the tribe had seen the birth of a child, and it was something to be celebrated.

As the years went on, you watched your daughter learn and grow up with the other foundlings of the tribe. You watched as she would go bounding after mandalorians in the tribe grabbing on to them with giggles and asking all kinds of questions. But nothing prepared you for the way that your daughter latched onto the Armorer. Some days you swore she like the tribe’s leader than you yourself, but you couldn’t blame her because you yourself had found that your heart speeding up whenever you saw the two of them, or when the Armorer made time for you. How could you not develop feelings for the strong and wise woman, when she patiently answered every question your daughter shot at her while she worked in her forage when she had gone out of her way to spend her free time teaching both you and your daughter the language of her people, even when your heavy tongue struggled to pronounce what seemed to be simple words.

You had never known how deeply you had felt for the woman, until one day when you had gone to get your daughter from the small school area the mandalorians had set up, only for you to have to catch the young girl as she came flying towards you talking a mile a minute. Only when she paused to catch her breath did you pick her up and saying, “Slow down, please Bri, I cannot understand you when you speak so quickly.”

“I’m sorry, I am just excited! The Armorer came and watched us today and I was talking with her like always because she’s so cool, and you know what she told me,” your daughter excitably rambled in your arms with a giant smile before turning to you.

“What did she tell you my darling?”

“She told me I could be just like her if I wanted! She told me that she would teach me everything I needed to know and that I could have super awesome armor just like hers, and I told her that I wanted mine to look just like hers because she’s my hero and I love her.”

You could barely keep up with your daughter with how fast she was talking, but you were honestly blown away by what she had told you, you had never thought it was possible for your daughter to wear the armor of the mandalorians, even though she talked about it with you all the time. You had never expected for the Armorer herself to make this promise to your child, and it almost made you want to cry, but you pushed it away.

Later after dinner, you had been cleaning Bri up when a knock on your room door echoed through the small room, and before you could even move Bri was running to the door and opening it.

“Armorer! Armorer! Is it mando’a lesson night? I wanna learn how to say stars or, or moon, no wait I wanna learn how to say beautiful! I wanna be able to tell you how pretty your armor is in mando’a Miss Armorer.”

Hearing the Armorer’s small chuckle at your daughter’s ramblings made your heart do flips in your chest, and you had to turn away from the door to clean up the table as you felt heat raise in your face. When you turned back around after putting everything away, you saw the Armorer sitting with your child at your small table, and when you sat across from her you gave her a smile and said, “Thank you again for taking your time to do this, I know Bri looks forward to these days.”

The Armorer only bowed her head slightly and said, “It is my pleasure to share and teach our language to you both, you do not need to thank me.”

When she raised her head back up, you could feel your eyes lock with her’s underneath her bronzed helmet and again you felt your heart rate speed up. The moment didn’t last long, not with your impatient daughter sitting next to the Armorer. Bri reached over and pulled on her arm to get her attention, and with the sweetest loth cat eyes, she said, “Please, teach me how to say beautiful now, please,” and without missing a beat or moving her head the Armorer replied, “Alright little one, in mando’a we say mesh’la when we want to call something beautiful,” she paused for a second, making sure your eyes were on hers when she said, “Like I would say, both of you are very mesh’la.”

You felt your breath stick in your throat when she said this. For as long as you had known the woman across from you, you had never heard her say anything that she did not mean, and her calling you beautiful, as well as your daughter, had the heat from earlier returning to your face and your stomach doing flips.

The rest of the lesson moved as usual, as the Armorer worked on teaching you both new phrases and words, and tonight you were proud of yourself for how well you were picking up everything she was teaching. At one point while she was working with your daughter, who was obviously slowing down and getting tired, you excused yourself to use the bathroom. You weren’t gone for more than a couple of minutes, but by the time you made your way back to the table, you found the Armorer sitting with your daughter, who was all but asleep, in her lap as she sang softly to her. You weren’t able to catch what she was singing, nor did you recognize the tune, but for what felt like the millionth time that night your heart ached with longing at the sight. As you quietly walked over, with the intention to take your daughter to lay her down, you whispered, “You did not have to do that, but thank you. That was a very mesh’la laar that you were singing. You have a lovely voice.”

When the Armorer replied, you could hear the smile in her voice as she whispered, “You are learning and picking up mando’a better than I had hoped. And thank you, the song is one my father would sing to me almost every night as he put me to bed. I have found that it works on nearly every foundling, no matter how energetic they seem.”

You smiled and gave a quiet laugh at her words, and just watched your daughter sleep for a few minutes before you remember what your daughter had told you earlier. Nervously you spoke up, and tried to remain quiet while doing so, “Armorer, Bri told me earlier, that she talked with you today.”

“She did.”

“Bri also said that you told her that she could be like you. That she would wear mandalorian armor, and that you had told her you would teach her how to be an armorer herself, and while I appreciate you telling her these things, I thought…...well we aren’t mandalorian by blood, is she really allowed to do those things?”

The Armorer is quiet for a second before she stood up and took your daughter to the small bed in the corner of the room, and laying her down softly, making sure to tuck her in and brush a small curl behind her ear before walking back over to you.

“Aliit ori'shya tal'din, we mandalorians do not care about blood, only bonds between family and child. If she wants to become a mandalorian, she will have that choice when she gets older, she is already learning The Way along with the other foundlings, and I will need to train a predecessor eventually if she is still passionate about the craft when she is older, she will be a perfect candidate.”

“I, I don’t know what to say, he looks up to you so much, thank you for giving her hope that her dream can come true,” as you say this, and watch the Armorer’s visor you slowly reach out for her hand, and when she wraps her fingers through yours when you are close enough, you know that whatever feelings you have for the woman, she returns them. The two of you stand in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from the soft snores of your sleeping daughter. Then the Armorer surprises you and leans her forehead onto your own saying, “Mesh’la, I also have a proposition for you. When I had told Bri that she could train under me to be the next Armorer, it had been with the hopes that I would be training my own daughter to take my spot,” she said your name softly as she raised her free hand to your cheek before saying, “If you would have me, I would like for you to be my spouse, and I would like to adopt Bri as my own. Mesh’la I would like for you to join my clan and raise a beautiful warrior together.”

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#mandomay2021 #week 4 prompt #day 30 prompt #the armorer x reader #armorer x reader

[jazaesis]

From @ollovae3 ‘s Mando May! Day 13: Sherrshoy, a lust for life!

Realm has been an character of mine long in the process, but I have so many OCs they sometimes get a bit forgotten when it comes to my art. It didn’t help that I struggled to her design right. Her clone trooper armor came easy, but her original Mandalorian armor didn’t quite fit right. Both of these designs are in the very bottom right of last picture, which was my original design sheet for her.

Anyways! I was very excited for this prompt and getting to tell Realm’s story a bit more! Here, she is exploring the galaxy for the first time free from her past duties to the Republic, now known as Galactic Empire. Through her travels, she stumbles upon a Mandalorian clan of which she later joins.

#star wars #mandomay2021 #Mandalorian oc #clone trooper oc #the clone wars #my art

[mistydoesart]

MandoMay Day 1: Mandalorian Iron

Surprisingly, the lines on the beskar were really soothing to design and fit in.

I wanted to give an episode one feel to the piece so I added the flan to kind of show how he took his earnings to the Armorer.

#mandomay2021 #beskar #mandalorian #mandalorian iron #calamari flan #star wars #my art

[beautyandthebeskar]

Here is my (late) entry for Mando May 2021 by @ollovae3

This was so much fun, and I can’t wait to do the rest of the prompts!

#mandomay2021 #mandomay #mandalorians #mandalorian oc #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #mandalorian fives #mandalorian echo #laan'i #beskar

[ghostbo-yuh]

Day 3

Prompts by @ollovae3

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#mandomay2021

#mandomay2021 #star wars #original character #the mandolarian #i vibe with the ancient mandos

[ollovae3]

Day 31: Mando'ade - Children of Mandalore (and starship finally!)

Also Week 4: Aliit ori'shya tal'din - "Family is more than blood."

Here. IT. ISSSS. FINALLY DONE AND IM SORRY ITS LATE BUT GOD AM I PROUD!?

We've got!!:

- Jango and Boba, fishing on Kamino!! Had fun designing the fish they'd described on wookiepedia??

- Rex and Ahsoka being cute and annoying siblings!! Gave Soka a robes redesign similar to @nibeul 's cause she's,,, like,,, 14 here?? Annoying ass sib climbing all over her big brother 🤣.

- Din and Grogu being a cute clan of two, because I LOVE drawing how squishy that green bean is!! 💕💖

I hope y'all had a great time and have a lovely day!! This was a blast of a month and I'm glad I got to share it with all of you!!

#mandomay2021 #star wars #fanart #digital art #swtcw #clone trooper #mandalorian #the mandalorian #boba fett #jango fett #fishing #father son bonding #kamino #fetts #star wars legends #ahsoka tano #ahsoka #lady tano #padawan tano #captain rex #attack of the clones #star wars the clone wars #big sibling energy #little siblings #din djarin #mando #grogu #baby yoda #children of Mandalore #mandoa

[kanskje-kaffe]

And #mandomay day 2 is finished! Strill (Mandalorian Hunting Dog)

I think Jango would have loved strills, and so, by extension...

#mandomay2021 #strill #captain rex #fives #tcw fives #clones #reminder that strills can fly like fucking sugar gliders #just imagine #ari’s art #ari art

[generalfoolish]

Sherrstoy

Sherrstoy: Lust for life

Rating: 18+ (minors take a hike)

Warnings: language, confrontations, confessions, jealous!Din, soft!Din, S1 and S2 spoilers (kind of)

Word count: ~1.7K

Pairing: (eventually!!!) Din Djarin x F!reader

Summary: Two Mandalorians and a Sheriff walk into a bar...

A/N: Hey babes! This is part of the #mandomay2021 prompt list. I have officially lost count, because I am off, I think? Oh, also, in this house Cara Dune is not affiliated with g*na. She's not a POS, and very much an ally. Anyway: Enjoy 💕

Masterlist | Yaim | Atin

Let me know if you want to be tagged!

You watched with a grimace as Cara tipped back another glass. You had lost count of how many drinks the ex-Shock Trooper had downed, and you were in awe that she still seemed coherent. After a brief moment of hesitation at the start of the evening, you had slid your helmet off and decided to match her drink for drink.

When you were afraid you’d lost your eyesight, you cut yourself off, and could only watch with trepidation as she kept going. You sipped your water, wondering if Din ever let his guard down like this, but almost snorted in response to your own thoughts. Of course, he didn’t. He was the most guarded person you’d ever met.

“That’s when the AT-ST stepped in the hole, and we came up out of that vaping krill water. It smelled about as good as you’d expect. Ole buckethead there would’ve done anything for Omera though.” Cara finished with a laugh, and drained her cup. She motioned for the waitress to come back around, and hadn’t noticed your mood change.

Who was Omera? The insidious voice you’d all but managed to quell squeaked from your depths.

If you hadn’t sobered up a bit, you wouldn’t have noticed Din stiffen beside you.

“Well, I think you fared pretty well from our Sorgan dealings.” Din told Cara in a gruff voice. She laughed.

“Before or after you tried to get us all killed by Moff Gideon? Twice?” She was pointing at him, but had a mischievous twinkle in her eye. For all her blustering, you could tell she was fond of Din. She even seemed fond of his adoptive son, asking all about the trip to Dagobah.

“Not my first choice, Dune.” He retorted quietly. You simply tried to follow their conversation. You didn’t know half the people, or places, they discussed. You didn’t know much about Din, you were beginning to realize.

Cara waved him off, and accepted her next cup.

“You wouldn’t believe the mess we had to clean up here,” She began, turning her attention back to you. “This town was trashed. We’re still  cleaning up now! That’s not even the worst of it. Thought we’d all die on that Star Destroyer, gunned down by those Dark Troopers, or worse, the laser sword. Couldn’t get out of there fast enough.” Cara told you conspiratorially.

“I can’t imagine Luke in action.” You muttered, wondering what his jetii’kad looked like in action. You felt Din tense again, and wondered why.

“He was a whirl of green. He sliced through those bots like bantha butter.”

“It seems Jedi are quite skilled.” Din interjected, and you noted the bitter tone.

“That’s right, you mentioned having met another. What were they like?” You asked, trying to discern his mood. He only grunted in response. Cara waggled her eyebrows and asked for two more drinks, before you could reject it. She slid you the cup, and you tipped it back. The rushing liquid leaving a harsh burning in your throat, and a new warmth in your belly.

“I think it’s time to pack up.” Din told Cara, and she sighed deeply.

“You never come out anymore, Mando.”

“I’ve never come out before.” He deadpanned.

“We’ll always have Sorgan.” She told him wistfully.

“You drank enough for the whole village, then.” He told her, harshly. She only laughed.

“May the Force be with you.” She said with a hint of laughter, and Din left quickly. You followed, tossing a small wave over your shoulder.

~~~

“That was irresponsible.” Din muttered through a clenched jaw. You shrugged, dropping your helmet.. The rest of the armor followed. He pulled his helmet off, and you could see his twitching eye.

“Oh calm down. No one was going to try anything. Dune has whipped this town into shape.” You told him, sitting down heavily on a crate. The cargo hold seemed to be spinning.

“Regardless.” His lips remained tight, and his jaw was trembling from the tension. So, he was pissed pissed. You waved him off, knowing it would likely make him madder. A low growl was his only response.

“I don’t see what the problem is, Din.” You said with a heavy sigh. The room was spinning less, but you knew you’d be in for it in the morning. The dull ache of a headache was already starting to form. When he hadn’t answered, you looked up to him. He was seething. “What? What was so bad?” You asked again, almost incredulous.

“What was that about?” He asked, and you didn’t miss his hands clenching and unclenching from fists by his side.

“What was what about?” You asked again. Your exasperation was sobering you quickly.

“Luke.” The name fell snarled from his lips, like it was ripped from him. You knit your eyebrows together.

“Luke Skywalker?” You echoed, throat dry from the drinking. Din didn’t explain any further. “You’re going to have to say something. I have no idea what Luke has to do with this...” You gestured to him, and you could feel the anger rolling off of him.

You felt the air change before you noticed why. The air felt less hazardous, and more anxious. You raked your eyes over his face in search of answers. You weren’t met with blind rage, as you were before. This time it was panic. This time you recognized the bitter feeling.

“Are you jealous, Din?” He seemed to sag under the weight of the confession, pain settling into his dark eyes. The red light of the hold flushed over you, and you wished you could see him without the harsh lights. You stood from the crate and walked to him. He tensed under your scrutiny, and again, when you laid a hand on his arm.

“How could you possibly be jealous? Half that conversation was about your ex.” You scolded, playfully, trying to lift the mood. It didn’t. Something else bubbled into the tension.

“What?” His voice was soft, but his tone was harsh.

“Omera? Your ex, I thought.” You answered with a shrug, not trying to seem too bothered. You’d had partners before. Clumsy and inexperienced,  but lovers all the same. He exhaled sharply.

“She wasn’t anything.” He told you, but you could feel something else under the words. A half-truth, a placation he’d told himself, maybe.

“Liar.” You whispered back to him, and he inhaled deeply.

“She could have been everything, but she wasn’t anything.” The words should have been a comfort, but Din was looking through you, as if you weren’t there. You jerked your hand away from his arm. You couldn’t hide the hurt on your face.

“Well, I promise nothing like that is going on with Luke.” You managed, hoping the venom in your tone was enough to sting him. It was. He winced, and reached for you. In one last petty act, you moved out of his reach, and you watched his face fall as his arm returned to his side.

“You misunderstand. For so long, I was just jumping from job to job. Trying to make credits for the foundlings. Trying to make a suit of armor. I was...someone else. I found the kid, and there are some hard truths about myself that I learned the hard way. Sorgan was the first time I allowed myself to sit still. I did it for selfish reasons, but I saw another life there. A better life, for the kid. I made the choice for myself, before we had to leave, like Cara mentioned. Omera wanted me to stay. She asked me to put this part of myself away. It was this life that I had never imagined for myself. It was so domestic, mesh’la. It was tempting. But, I turned her down. My sherrstoy was too large for the small village. Getting fat on krill and spotchka in a backwater skughole, that’s not me. Even before the kid. Especially after the kid. I’m glad I’m not being hunted, but I don’t want to…” He paused, searching for the right words.

“Miss the galaxy?” You added, feeling your chest tighten as he nodded. You had been grappling with those same feelings for some time. You wondered constantly if you should have just stayed on Jelucan. You felt every word of his speech reverberating through your body. Every hesitation of his lit you on fire. Domesticity had been bled from him, as it had from you. As much as you wanted to give up, settle down somewhere, and feel a soft breeze across your face, you knew that there was a part of you that would never be content to do so. It was the manda driving you forward, putting one boot in front of the other, pushing you further than you thought you would go.

You mulled with his word choice, a sherrstoy, a lust for life. It was perfect. It was an answer, but it was also a question.

“I don’t want to miss it either, Din.” You told him gently. “I don’t think about anyone the way I think about you. You’re something else entirely. I wouldn’t let you leave, but I wouldn’t make you stay.” You rested your hand on his cheek, and he pushed into your hand.

You wanted to remember him like this. Pupils blown out, staring at you like you were made of stars and if he reached out to touch you, you’d disappear. His scruff tickled your fingers, and his messy hair framed his awe-stricken face. You didn’t need a map to read his heart, it was written there on his face. He’d chase you, if you ever left.

It was hard to give yourself like this. It was hard to slow your racing heart. Neither of you knew what you were doing, that much was clear. It was messing with your head, the way you had interlaced so easily with him. It hadn’t been long, a few weeks, but you’d fallen hard for the man before you.

You reached up, up on tip-toe, to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He snaked his arms around your waist and hungrily deepened the kiss.

#mandomay2021 #the mandalorian #mando x you #mando x reader #mando x fem!reader #din djarin #Din Djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x female reader #Din Djarin x reader #star wars #Star Wars fic

[fandom-blackhole]

Mando May 2021 Week 1 + Day 5

AN: This is the first of the Mando May prompts I will be writing for! I hope you all like this, and know that it was only minimally edited by my very tired brain and eyes, so if you see a mistake please let me know so I can fix it. Please like and REBLOG so that others can see this, and lastly I love you all :)

Prompts:

Week 1: Ke'jorhaa'i Mando'a - "Speak Mando'a"

Part of the Resol'nare (tenants defining a Mandalorian) instructs that mandalorians are to be taught or raised to speak Mando'a.

Cyare'se- loved ones

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Reader walks into the cockpit to find Din teaching Grogu a language they don't recognize, but rings a bell somewhere in their mind.

Warnings?: absolutely none, just straight fluff and family cuteness! Established relationship and no use of y/n,

It had been a slow day in hyperspace. You had spent the majority of your waking hours cleaning up miscellaneous and strange stains in the belly of the Razor Crest that if you had to guess were a mixture of mainly blood or blaster residue, and fixing what wiring you could in hyperspace and what you could reach in the small spaces they were contained in, and with every stretch of your arms, you cursed Din for having such an awkward ship. You had not seen nor really heard from Din or Grogu since you had woken up and checked on them both in the cockpit making sure they had already eaten something and that they both had had something to drink and before you had left the cockpit you had made sure to lean down and give Din a quick kiss on the dome of his helmet and told him you would be doing some chores down in the hold of the ship if he needed you and with his answering nod and forehead bump you could tell that he was smiling softly, and his softly voiced affirmation reply only seemed to confirm that thought.

By this point, it had been more than a few hours at least and your arms were more than tired and sore from all the scrubbing and digging around you had been doing, so you decided that a short break to relax and recoup would be good for you. So you went and grabbed a couple of ration bars and a thing of water before heading to the cockpit, wanting to sit with your boys and figuring they might also appreciate a little snack or drink, and you just wanted to see what they had been up to while you had been busy down here.

Climbing the latter you finally heard Din’s soft voice saying something to whom you could only assume to his son, but it was so soft that you could not make out what it was he was saying. You just smiled, thinking about how happy you were that Din finally was opening up to both you and Grogu and allowing himself to speak more compared to how closed off and quiet he had been before. You knew that Din had been through so much and that he had to work through everything at his own pace, and you by no means were rushing him to show more of himself, but you remember there being days when you would just ramble and talk nonsense in hopes that he would even just speak up to tell you to stop talking, though he never did and you eventually started to think that he might actually like hearing your rambling. So now, hearing his voice so freely, yet still reserved, made you so extremely happy, and still managed to surprise you every so often, especially when he initiated conversations on his own.

It wasn’t until you pulled yourself up to sit on the edge of the latter opening in front of the doorway to the cockpit that you realized that even if you could make out what Din had been saying, you wouldn’t have had understood a second of it. The sight you were greeted with was Din, in his chair, turned to look at the secured cradle where Grogu sat eagerly soaking up his father’s attention and looking at Din with such love and adoration on his tiny face that it made your heart hurt from how much love you felt in that exact moment. You sat there and watched the two interact for a few minutes, just observing this pure father-son interaction. You listened as Din sounded out a word, again in a language that you did not quite recognize, but somehow felt familiar. You watched Din’s helmet as he nodded his head at the end of each syllable of the word, or words you weren’t quite sure if you were honest, and the whole time you searched through your memories and knowledge trying to place where the word or language came from and why it was ringing bells inside of your head. Then you were completely shocked out of your observation and attempts at recollecting by a small and higher-pitched voice, much louder than Din’s, responding in a very decent attempt at whatever Din was trying to teach, especially considering that the reply came from that small egg-shaped cradle and this was the first time you had heard Grogu try and mimic or communicate with anything past baby like chitters or babbles. And when Din praised Grogu you had to hold a hand over your chest, because your heart absolutely melted at how proud Din had sounded and how much more little Grogu’s face lit up with his ears perking up stiffly beside his tiny face showing his absolute joy.

It was then that you decided to make yourself known, and you softly spoke up saying, “That was so good Grogu! How come you never told me you two were doing language lessons….. And that language sounds so familiar but I don’t recognize it, what is it,” you ask as you slowly raise from the floor and walk over to the two boys. Din looked over at you as you approached them and as he replied you kissed the top of Grogu’s head and ran your fingers softly over his ears the way he likes.

“He is picking it up much better than I thought he would and at a fast rate. I started teaching him words here and there these last couple of months, it has only taken him a few days to learn and speak the words clearly….”

Picking up the little gremlin when he noticed and tried to steal one of the ration bars, you sat in the only open seat left in the cockpit and open the food for him and handed it to him, before looking at Din with still smiling and asked again, “And the language?”

You could feel his eyes study you for a second before he tilted his head and replied, “Mando’a, it is the language of the Mandalorian people. It is something I was taught as I was being raised by the Mandalorians, and it is very important to Mandalorian culture that all Mandalorian children are taught the language.”

Your smile broadened as he told you this. Din has never quite come out and said it explicitly that he saw Grogu has his own child, as his son. But what he just told you, and by his secret actions these last few months more than proved the bond and connection he had formed with the cute little child sitting on your lap at that moment just absolutely gnawing and destroying the hard ration bar you had handed him. The practical admittance warmed your chest and caused tears to well up in your eyes, though they did not fall. Then you replied with a whisper saying, “Wow, that is very beautiful and a great way for a child to bond with their parent or parents,” it was then that you kind of trailed off feeling nervous at the thought that popped into your head, so you looked away from the visor of the helmet watching you intently, “And, um, this only applies to the children?”

You could feel the confusion flowing off of Din after you asked this question, it was quite obvious that he was trying to figure out how to respond or even what you yourself were thinking. The two of you sat in silence for a long while, and it wasn’t until after Grogu had finished one ration bar and you had him drink some water before handing him a second that you finally heard Din’s deep voice speak up, and you would rather not admit it, but you did jump slightly when he spoke up because after such a long pause you had begun to think that he was not going to answer the question nor continue this conversation.

“Do... Cyare, do you want to learn Mando’a,” and as he asked this question you could hear an almost breathless shock to his voice that made you look up at him and see that he was almost completely leaning out of his chair in an attempt to be closer to you. Shyly you bit your lip and nod before speaking up, “I just thought that it would be nice to have something all three of us could do you know? And I have been wanting to learn more about your culture because I know it means so much to you…..”

Again a silence engulfs the three of you, and the tension was almost palpable, though Grogu acted absolutely indifferent to the thickness in the air. As the tension kept building more and more, you got more and more anxious. Eventually, it got to be too much for you to handle and you decided to speak up and take the words back, scared you had made Din uncomfortable, but Din beat you to it, “If you would like, we can start with the word I was teaching Grogu when you came up here?”

The smile that grew on your face from the excitement hurt your cheeks because they had never stretched as wide as they did at that moment. You nodded eagerly, crossing your arms more tightly around the small child you still held in your lap. Din nodded and spoke up after a moment, “The word we were working on is cyare’se, this is the word we use to say loved ones.”

You nodded and took a second before trying to say it yourself, and when you did you knew right away you absolutely butchered the word, and it just did not come out as smoothly as it did when Din had said it. You could feel the heat rising in your face from embarrassment, but then Din nodded and said, “Not bad for you’re first attempt, try again. Cyare’se, shar - AY - say.”

This time after he said the word again, he broke down the pronunciation much like he had been doing for Grogu, and if you were honest with yourself it did make it much easier to understand all the components of the word, so this time when you tried to say it, you started off saying it slowly as Din had done, before putting it all together and saying the word near perfectly. And much like he had also done for Grogu, Din praised you saying, “Absolutely perfect, cyare. I could have not said it better myself.”

Grinning widely again, you giggle and said, “That’s where I recognized the word from! That name you are always calling me, it sounds like the beginning of cyare’se. What does that one mean,” you asked earnestly and Din chuckled slightly in response before looking to the side himself, from what you could only assume to be shiness.

“Well, cyare is much like a pet name in Basic. It, uh, means loved or beloved.”

(If you would like to be tagged in the remaining Mando May prompts let me know! Not all will revolve around Din and Grogu though! Thank you for reading and all likes and REBLOGS are appreciated!)

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Sketch dump from MandoMay2021 days 1-3, Beskar, Strill, and Aru'e

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MandoMay Day 2: Strill

Originally, I was going to make something up from scratch, but upon learning of the wiki page, I went with one of the refs shown there. I love how they look like mole/cat creatures.

But yes, have a family of strills.

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