#or maybe we’ll get fennec

[bumpscosity]

NEW KITTIES JUST LEAKED

#they look a LITTLE rodent to me? maybe it’s the ears #but they look like they have a bit of a pointed snout to me? idk #I LOVE THEM THIS IS NOT A BAD THING #it’s like the chihuahuas looking like fennec foxes it’s a huge plus #i LOVE that they come with furniture too that’s so cute #doubt that if they come to the us they’ll carry that over but crossing my fingers #still holding out hope we’ll get a canon mlm/wlw couple someday #i mean they’re all mlm or wlw if you believe in yourself but 2 dresses couple or 2 suit couple yknow #at this point even getting a girl wearing pants would be a win #sassy speaks #calico critters

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 13 - Decorating the Palace with Boba

a/n: I wasn't too confident with this one so don't feel bad if you dislike it lol.

warnings: pregnancy, a teensy lil bit of angst if you really look? idk.

25 Days of Life Day Masterlist

“You know we have people to do that, right?” Fennec chuckles, leaning against the wall while you finish putting tinsel around one of four trees. 

“Mmhm, but I’d rather do it how I want.” You smile. 

“I’m gonna go grab the-” Fennec starts.

You and Boba have been married for two years now and Fennec still doesn’t like you doing your own stuff around the palace. Granted, you’re seven months pregnant and maybe a tad bit more fragile than you were last Life Day but this is where you find peace in your life. Decorating the place, yourself.

“No, don’t. I’m content doing it.” You assure her. “I promise.” 

“And what do you think Boba is going to say when he gets back and sees his very pregnant wife doing all this extra work?” She quirks an eyebrow.

“He’d be proud to see me take initiative?” You chuckle.

“Would I?” You both hear Boba’s voice in the hall. 

You turn around, smiling at your husband. You’d missed him so much since he’d been away on business with whatever it was he was up to these days. Gathering allies, or visiting old friends. You can’t keep up. 

“Hello, my love.” You grin.

“Don’t ‘Hello, my love’ me.” He looks firmly at you. “Please, get down.” “Fine.” You huff and start to step down off the ladder with Fennec giving you a hand. 

“We’ll talk later.” Boba nods to you before walking away. 

Fennec gives you an “I told you so” look and you roll your eyes, walking away. It wasn’t like you were that high up off of the ground. But Boba is Boba and he’s always been overprotective of you. You used to find it endearing and sexy. But with being pregnant and all these hormones pumping through your body, it’s starting to be a bit much. Life Day has always been your favorite holiday and Boba knows it. 

“Boba.” You call out to him. 

He stops and turns toward you, his expression softening. You can tell whatever it was that was keeping him away didn’t go well. 

“I missed you.” You reach up and cup his face, kissing him.

He pulls you against him, as much as he can with your belly in the way, wrapping his arms around you.

“I missed you too, princess.” He murmurs against your lips. “I’m sorry about-” You wave your hand, dismissing it. “Already forgotten.” “I’ll never understand how I got so lucky.” He smiles down at you, kissing your forehead. 

“Stop thinking about business for a bit… decorate with me.” You look up at him with begging eyes. “Please?”

He sighs, softly, pulling his hands back around to rest on your stomach. “You know I can never say no to that face.” 

“And just think you’ll have a daughter with a face like it in a few months. You’ll never stand a chance against two of these faces.” You laugh, leading him back to the tree. 

“I’m doomed.” He chuckles as he stands up on the stool so that he can hang the ornaments for you.

“Yes, but you’ll be happy about it.” You shrug, handing him the ornaments.

He grins down at you, obviously forgetting about whatever it was that put him in a bad mood earlier. “With you as my wife and our perfect child, how could I not be?”

He continues to help you decorate the palace until you retire to bed so he can properly apologize for earlier, which you gladly and eagerly accept.

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#25 days of life day #boba fett #tbobf #boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #tw: pregnancy

[bobathirstaccount]

Rancorous Romance

Boba x fem!reader, established relationship fluff/ flirting, smut

TW: 1x use of “daddy”

***

Boba smiled. You had messaged him randomly, midday. It was midnight and you were still chatting. Laying in bed alone, he didn’t feel lonely.

Currently, you were gossiping about Din’s love life. You both suspected he had someone special, but he would admit nothing. 

-I wonder who it is. Maybe it’s that new guy?- You were intent on figuring it out.

Boba considered. -Nah, I think it’s that pretty Twi’lek he’s been hanging around recently.-

-Oh. So she’s pretty. Hmm..-

-Not as pretty as you are-

-That’s more like it-

Boba smiled to himself as he typed his reply. -Still coming home tomorrow?-

-Yeah. Miss u-

He sighed. You were only a short trip away, at a spa with Fennec having a girls’ weekend. But it felt like light years. He tried to not be clingy. -Cool. Just checking. I have to kick my other girlfriend out before you get back-

-lol So funny…-

Boba smiled again. He couldn’t wait for you to be safely home again. Being with Fennec, he knew you were safe already, but he worried slightly nonetheless. -It’s my charm that keeps you around-

-haha.. babe you’re selling yourself short, it’s also cuz you got a huge c0ck- You teased.

He laughed. -well that too, ofc-

-g’night babe… im tired from all this relaxing I’ve been doing. C u soon 😘-

He debated whether or not to include an emoji in his reply. Finally, he typed -ok-

-miss u- He added, still conflicted. He was bad at showing his feelings.

He sighed, and put his device down. Time to try to sleep, without you by his side. He laid awake for awhile, missing you.

***

You shimmied up to him in a slinky dress. Your skin was glowing and healthy looking. He licked his lips subconsciously. Fennec smirked at him from behind you.

“You both look… like you spent a lot money at the spa.” He raised an eyebrow. You and Fennec laughed as if you were sharing an inside joke. He felt suspicious.

“We did alright.” Fennec breezed past him. You hung back, looking like you were waiting for something. Boba tilted his head curiously. “Well, where’s my welcome home kiss?” You simpered.

Smiling, he took you in his arms and kissed you hard. When he pulled away, you were breathless. “More…” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He put his gloved hands on your bare back. You felt the warm leather run along your skin. It made you shiver in anticipation. “Soon, love…” Boba purred, his hands coming to rest on your hips. He kissed your cheek softly, then turned, pulling you gently along. “Come, I have a surprise for you…” He wrapped his arm around your waist possessively.

The two of you walked slowly down several long corridors, enjoying each other’s company. Finally, you realized where you were headed. You guessed what your surprise might be. You had been asking for an animal companion. You guessed it was a bantha. But you decided to play dumb.

“Where we headed?” You leaned into Boba’s strong body.

He seemed pleased, “Don’t worry; we’ll be there soon.”

Smiling to yourself, you asked, “Is your other girlfriend gone yet?”

Boba rumbled a laugh. “Yeah I thought it best, you know you would kick her ass.” He squeezed you affectionately.

You giggled softly, flattered. “I’d kick your ass.”

Boba laughed again, “I guess you probably would.”

You wrapped both arms around him and leaned into him. “I might as well carry you, the way you’re leaning on me…” He sounded pleased again.

“I mean, if you insist…” you invited. Without breaking his gait, he swung you up into his arms. You immediately pecked a kiss onto his cheek. He tried not to smile. You bit your lip slightly, amused and happy. He carried you down the corridor as if you weighed nothing.

Suddenly, he stopped. You had arrived. You heard Boba’s rancor. It was whickering strangely.

“Is she okay?” You looked into Boba’s face. He seemed carefree.

“She has been acting a little weird, but I think that’s just because of your Surprise…” He set you down gently. You furrowed your brow, confused. He put a finger to your chin. Smiling, you closed your eyes as he leaned in to kiss you lightly. 

A tiny growl sounded. That was new.

“What’s that?”

Boba smiled broadly, despite himself. You made a dubious face. He continued to smile, and grabbed your hand. Pulling you along, he led you into the stables. The rancor on the left stuck its large nose to the gate. It snuffled at Boba. He cooed baby talk at it, briefly distracted. You watched, full of warm emotions.

The rancor on the right whimpered sadly. Wait — the rancor on the right? You spun around, shocked. Another rancor? You sputtered your amazement. Boba came up behind you. “I know how much you love animals, especially big smelly ones like rancors. So I found him - the runt of the litter. Very small and sickly. But we can help him. You can help him.”

You started to cry. You wanted to make your new baby feel better. He shushed you, “Shh… let’s go inside his pen and he can finally meet you. He’s ready to bond with his person. It’ll help him relax and feel safe.”

You stepped inside, shaking slightly. Boba calmly walked up to the small rancor, and patted him on the head. You drew nearer. Boba held out his hand, and you took it. He placed your hand on the rancor’s warm, sticky nose. It sniffed you, curious. You spoke softly, trying to soothe him with your voice. He shuddered and whimpered again.

Boba grabbed you and positioned you directly in front of the rancor. He walked around to the side of its head and began to undo the blindfold. You gulped. Would the baby accept you?

The blindfold came away. The baby blinked slowly, timidly. His eyes adjusted and he looked into yours. You knew right away. Everything was going to be fine. Better than that. You approached the rancor and, smiling, kissed him between the eyes. He rumbled softly, happily. You sat down next to him and gave him scritches on the side of his head. Your baby rancor purred and half closed his eyes, content. Boba sat down on your other side. “See, he just needed to meet you.”

The rancor snuffled again. “He’s on medication; with that and love he’s gonna be fine,” Boba reassured. You turned and kissed Boba’s cheek.

“Oh, I still get kisses too?” He teased.

“Only after the Baby,” you sassed.

Boba tried to contain another smile. It made you smile, and you leaned in to kiss him. He pulled you into his lap and deepened the kiss for a moment. Your Baby made a soft whistling noise. Concerned, you both looked over at him. His eyes were closed and he was drooling slightly, asleep.

“Let’s let him sleep,” Boba said quietly. You carefully stood and exited the pen.

As soon as you were outside and Boba’s rancor saw him, it started a fuss. “Is she jealous?” You asked.

“Hmm, maybe,” Boba rushed over to her. Soothing her, he turned back to you, “Maybe we should give her some attention. Want to go for a ride?”

You grinned, giddy, “Duh.”

Boba smiled, “Let’s get you out of that dress and into something more appropriate for the occasion…” He looked you up and down.

Smirking, you walked towards him, “Can you help me?”

“I insist, in fact…” his tone was teasing, but his eyes were lustful. When you reached him, he pulled you into a tight embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Kissing him, you smooshed yourself against him. His rancor sniffled. “Oh, don’t be jealous,” Boba said over his shoulder to her.

Feeling mischievous, you backed up and pulled Boba along until you reached a small alcove next to an empty pen. “Whatever are we going to do here?” Boba’s hands were all over you. You coyly undid the single clasp that kept the dress on your body. It slid off you to the floor. 

“Hmmm…” Boba eyed you appreciatively. You backed into the wall and pulled him close. Then you took his hands and directed him to where you wanted him to touch you. His warm gloved hands drug over your skin tantalizingly.

Finally, he could take no more teasing. Growling, he grabbed your ass and hoisted you up so that you were sandwiched between the wall and his body. He kissed down your throat, his mouth hot and his teeth gently raking along your collar bone.

You cooed to him as he undid his clothing. “You wanna see how much I missed you?” He asked, voice low.

“Ooh, the great Daimyo Boba Fett missed lil ole me?” You teased.

He hmphed, “You know I love you…” He kissed your lips as your heart jumped. He rarely said such emotionally open things. “Show me, then,” you said when he pulled away. He held back a smile and repositioned so his hips were between your thighs. “I couldn’t sleep last night, without you… I missed your snoring.”

You burst out laughing, “I do not do that!”

Boba huffed in amusement before kissing you hard. “No, it’s true.” He kissed down your throat again, “But I don’t mind.” His hands grabbed your legs, pulling them further apart. Before you could defend yourself further, he thrust into you, making your head loll back.

“How come you gotta make me miss you so much?” Boba set an achingly slow pace. “Say you’re sorry,” he pulled out, making you whimper.

“S-sorry daddy,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs around him in an attempt to get him to penetrate you again.

“Say it like you mean it,” he resisted easily. Moaning his name, you pleaded and begged, squirming against his body.

“Hmmm, that’s pretty good,” Boba relented, plunging back into your pussy. The feeling of his body holding you in place while he stroked you drove you crazy.

“Baby, you feel so good,” you cooed, pulling him to yourself.

Boba bit your shoulder lightly as he teased you with his thrusts, making them slow and deliberate. You felt your body tensing up under him, but you couldn’t cum. “Harder, please, you’re killing me,” you begged.

“Hmmm, be my good girl and hold on for me,” he whispered into your ear, his thrusting steady and slow. “Let me show you how much I missed you… how much I need you…”

His hands slid up to grab your chest while he continued to fuck into you slowly. “How much I missed this,” Boba kissed you hard on the mouth while his shaft slid slowly into you. He paused for a second, then finally gave you want you wanted. He fucked into you hard, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while the other held you in place. “Nowcum for me,” he commanded. Your hot pussy finally boiled over and you squirmed and moaned for him.

“Such a good girl, baby you’re perfect,” his gravelly voice was strained.

Feeling faint, you let your head fall back into the cool wall. Boba took the opportunity to kiss up your throat slowly. When he reached your mouth, he kissed you softly. “How come I’m so lucky?” He pulled away to ask.

You smiled and caressed his face. Boba’s rancor whined loudly. You both smiled. “Well we have you out of your clothing… now we just need to get you into something else, so we don’t keep her waiting any longer.” He pulled you forward and lifted you up into his arms.

Carrying you down the hallway, he asked, “Should we visit the Tuskens?”

You smiled again. His fondness for the Tuskens was very endearing to you. “Yes, baby, let’s go see them,” you said softly. He grinned. It was good to be together again.

#boba x reader #boba fett x reader #boba smut #boba fett smut #boba fett x female reader #boba fett x fem!reader #star wars reader insert #boba fett fic #star wars x reader #boba fett fluff #established relationship #domestic fluff #smut writing

[cynosfunnyjokes]

drift away

characters: cyno, tighnari, reader

relationship: cyno + tighnari

genre: angst. hurt with no comfort

warnings: nothing i can think of

summary: tighnari had been neglecting his best friend ever since he started dating cyno

word count: 947

notes: i’m going through this situation irl so i decided to write it out to cope with it. there will be no part two nor will there be a happy ending- i’m not getting a happy ending so neither will this fic lmaooo.

“i’m really tired today, i’m sorry, dewdrop. we’ll hang out some other time, promise!”

tighnari’s voice echoed in your head as you remembered how he had spontaneously canceled your plans. needless to say, you were upset, but you couldn’t blame him.

having been best friends with him for a while, you just didn’t have it in you to harbor any negative feelings for him.

being the lead forest watcher had its ups and downs, after all.

so you decided to go to sumeru city anyway without him, determined to not feel upset.

stopping at random street vendors, you eventually came across one of tighnari’s favorite flowers- a nilotpala lotus.

the flower was pretty- freshly bloomed and giving off its amazing scent. no wonder tighnari favored them so much.

paying for the flower, you left, excited to give it to him later. maybe it would help him with his stress-

stopping dead in your tracks, your eyes widened as they focused on two familiar figures in the distance- the fennec fox himself stood in front of cyno-

your heart thundered in your chest as you watched tighnari wrap his arms around his boyfriend, both of them smiling happily.

oh.

he ditched you for his boyfriend.

the flower tumbled to the ground as you stood there, the world fading into nothing but static around you.

tighnari and cyno continued to converse happily with one another- the fennec fox’s tail wagging happily. tighnari happy was one of the only things you ever wanted- as his best friend, you wanted nothing more then for him to have everything he wanted.

tears welled in your eyes, vision going blurry as the crystal like liquid cascaded down your flushed cheeks.

he said he was tired.

letting out a muffled sob, your turned on your heels before running in the opposite direction, the flower laying forgotten on the ground.

the next few weeks were nothing but hell.

tighnari barely visited- barely even talked to you.

what even happened?

you couldn’t help but blame yourself, drowning in self hatred and pity. where did it even go wrong?

“does he hate me…?”

a question that was constantly voiced to nothing but the wind, never getting an answer.

when he continued to barely talk to you and would flake on plans, you’d had enough.

shoving the rest of your things into a bag and slinging it over your shoulder, you left what you once called home.

now to find tighnari.

finding him wasn’t hard- he was at his own home in gandharva ville, talking happily with cyno. he seemed so happy.. way happier. it hurt.

giving an awkward cough to earn both of the males’ attention, you gave an awkward smiled. “mind if i talk to tighnari alone?”

a simple question.

cyno nodded, pecking the fox’s cheek before stepping outside to give privacy. he knew about your friendship and respected you.

silence filled the room as soon as he left, your gaze landing on everything but the male in front of you.

a soft call of your name caught your attention, your head snapping up, “is everything okay?” he looked worried- his ears slightly pressed to his head as his eyebrows furrowed. “did something happen?”

yes.

but you didn’t know how to say it.

after a few moments of doing nothing but grit your teeth together, your hands clenched at your sides, nails digging into your palm hard enough to draw blood- but you didn’t have it in you to care.

“do you even care about me anymore..?” your voice was soft, defeated- but it sounded so sad.

the question took tighnari off guard, his eyes widening. “dewdrop-“ the nickname rolled off his tongue- he had called you that for the longest time, but now it made your mouth turn sour, “what’s this about? of course i-“

he didn’t get to finish his sentence because you cut him off, “you ignored me.” your voice was sharp and defeated, “you ditched me for your boyfriend- you- you lied to me.”

his tail poofed up, ears twitching, “what?-“

“you said you had to cancel because you were tired.” you mumbled, remembering the day you dropped the flower on the ground after finding him and cyno.

“i was tired-“ he protested, but it went in vane when you glared up at him, eyes brimming with tears.

“you were too tired for your best friend but not for your boyfriend?”

he stayed quiet.

“you didn’t talk to me for months. no letters, no hangouts. nothing. don’t you get how that makes me feel?”

“you’re choosing to take it that way?” he asked, voice full of disbelief.

“how else am i supposed to take it, tighnari?” you shook your head, giving a bitter laugh. “we’re supposed to be best friends. this isn’t what best friends do to each other.”

he gave an upset look, gritting his teeth, “look- i fully admit that i forgot and i shouldn’t have done that to you-“

“then maybe you should’ve thought about that before.” you cut him off again, turning toward the door of his house. grasping onto the bag that was slung over your shoulder, you turned the doorknob.

“‘best friends’ my ass.” you hissed before leaving the house, passing cyno and ignoring every noise as you walked away.

heart shattering with every step and tears flowing down your cheeks, you continued on the path alone.

why hold onto a friendship when one party started to pull away?

when did he even start to drift away?

you laughed bitterly to yourself, brain swarming with old memories- memories from sumeru and gandharva ville- from the academia. it all hurt.

so you left sumeru, not looking back.

#cynosfunnyjokes writes #genshin imagines #cynosfunnyjokes #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #angst #gender neutral reader #angst fanfic #hurt no comfort #no comfort #hurt #i’m sad #i can’t cope #i need a hug #tighnari angst #tighnari #genshin tighnari #cyno scenarios #cyno angst #cyno and tighnari #cynonari #genshin angst

[burnwater13]

Grogu had talked to his dad a lot about the whole ‘we’ll bring it in alive’ comment. He appreciated that Din Djarin wasn’t going to follow IG-11’s programming. He was really very grateful. But he still wanted to know why there were two different sets of bounty collection instructions circulating. After all, Dr. Pershing and Moff Gideon needed him alive. Their experiments depended on that.

So why had IG-11 been told to terminate him? Grogu speculated that Moff Gideon had a rival who knew about his ‘secret’ project and that person or persons didn’t want the project to succeed. Grogu didn’t want it to succeed either. Yet, Din Djarin remained stubbornly opposed to trying to figure that problem out. 

When Grogu asked him why, he had said in that exasperated voice of his that they ‘didn’t need to borrow trouble’. Grogu argued that they weren’t borrowing the the trouble if it kept following them home like a lost massiff. That’s when his dad asked him if he’d like a pet massiff and then went on to describe how useful it would be to have one of the critters to watch over the cabin while they were out collecting bounties. 

Grogu knew his dad was trying to distract him from the whole, ‘who are those other guys’ question, but it still worked. He actually really liked the idea of having a critter join their tiny clan and be like a friend. Of course the first thing they would have to teach a massiff was that Grogu was not snack sized. Or bite sized or anything like food for a big lizardish critter. 

His dad obviously didn’t have to worry about problems like that, unless they were trying to collect a bounty on a Krayt dragon or rancor, Mandalorians were pretty safe from threats like that. Although, when Grogu thought about it, the mudhorn had almost flattened his dad and those raptavians had been pretty scary. They could pick up a critter as large as a blurgg. Which made Grogu wonder what kind of critters a massiff could protect them against. 

“People. They’ll be good at keeping strangers away from the cabin.” 

Grogu was surprised at his dad’s response. Not because he wanted a massiff to protect the cabin. But because he’d said ‘they’, instead of it or him or her or whatever. It really sounded like the Mandalorian was planning on having more than one of the critters. Which made Grogu wonder how many more than one?

“They hunt in packs buddy. So four, maybe five. We’d probably start out with just two and train them. If we’re lucky, the first hatching will give us three more. That’ll be a good way to start.”

Grogu liked that idea. He’d never seen a massiff hatchling and didn’t know how that worked, but learning stuff like that was worthy. He was certain of that. He supposed that he should start his education on massiff life cycle and care and feeding now. They didn’t exist on Nevarro which meant that he would have to use his datapad to get the information he needed. 

He was happily engaged in his studies a few days later when his dad walked by and had a conniption. 

“Grogu, what in the Dank Farrik are you watching? Did Fennec send you that file?”

Grogu shook his head and explained that he was watching a nature documentary on massiff mating rituals. Apparently the critters were very picky about choosing a mate and if that didn’t work out, then there would be no hatchlings. The bit he had reached when his dad walked by and got all fussy was a successful pairing and the next phase of the ritual. These massiff’s, the narrator had announced in their serious voice, were very likely to become parents sooner, rather than later. 

Grogu didn’t really understand what the big deal was. If his dad wanted a pack to guard the cabin then they needed to start with a pair and ideally a bonded pair, which meant that they had already raised their first clutch of hatchlings. According to the program he was watching when those hatchlings reached a few months old they generally went off and started packs of their own. It was going to be a whole process if his dad wanted to establish the species on Nevarro and not end up regretting it. 

When he explained all that to the Mandalorian, Din Djarin complained that he was ‘already regretting it’. Grogu huffed at him and went off to chase frogs. He wasn’t the one who thought that having a massiff pack was as easy as taking a trip to Tatooine and hauling a couple of them back to Nevarro. 

First, how the heck was he going to get them in the N-1? Then, even if he managed that, how was he going to make sure that they had the right food to eat? Their existing preserver was pretty small and massiff’s ate up to a third of their own body weight in a day. They mostly ate smaller lizards and tiny mice and stuff like that. They also seemed to like black melons and could crack them with their strong jaws in order to get at the water they held. 

Black melons didn’t grow on Nevarro and other than Grogu’s pond, which Greef Karga had told them was a rare feature on the largely volcanic planet, Grogu had never seen another larger pond, lake or river on their various exploration trips around the former pirate world. So how was the massiff pack supposed to survive while they were off bounty hunting?

Nope. They’d have to bring them on those trips, which means they would need a new ship. Now, as much as Grogu liked the old Razor Crest, he was thinking that they needed something sleeker, faster, that could hold both a carbonite chamber and a kennel for the massiff pack. It would also need to be something that was pre-Imperial, so it would be harder to trace and preferably have a nice privy and a good sized cabin for Grogu’s hammock. 

Then, wherever they went, they could bring the pack, travel in comfort, and handle the cold ones, because Grogu was the only bounty the Mandalorian had ever brought in warm. Plus, Grogu could spend his free time trying to figure out who else had been after him with an eye to stopping Moff Gideon. If Moff Gideon was really gone, was Grogu safe? He didn’t know, but he planned on finding out. He only had the one life and he really wanted to keep it, just so he could spend more time with his dad. This is the Way? Right? 

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin

[pentechnics]

Part 3 of A Strange Duet

Summary: An unexpected opportunity arises, and you jump at the chance to take it. Much to Din's dismay, you rope him into it as well, and he discovers something within him that continues to threaten his mission.

Pairing: Assassin!Din Djarin x Princess!reader (no y/n)

Series content: medieval-ish AU, assassin!Din, princess!reader, fluff, slow burn, sexual tension, falling in love, angst, mentions of injuries/scars, depictions of violence, usage of weapons, Din’s POV and reader’s POV, side character death (of OCs; no SW characters will die)

Notes: I am once again sorry for the huge gap in updates to this one! I do still think about it every day and give it attention when I can. I hope that you all will stick around for it, since I've got great plans for it! Let me know what you thought -- love to you all as always!

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“Is everything okay?” You asked. 

“Yes,” he said, “she wanted me to inform you that your request to travel was approved.” 

Your eyes widened as you stared between him and Fennec. 

“Really?” 

“Yes,” he pulled out a parchment and glanced at it before continuing. “You’re free to schedule visits throughout the nation as long as you take proper protection.” 

You smiled and hopped in place as your mind immediately began to form a preparation list for the trip. Once you’d thanked the worker and made your way back to your room with Fennec, you ran through each bullet point with her. 

“I’m sure my mom’s imagining that I take the entire guard,” you started with a chuckle, “but I think it’d be a better idea to put together a small, elite ensemble.” 

“Who are you thinking for it?” 

“Aside from us,” you said, taking a seat at your desk and pulling your journal out from its drawer to take notes. “I was thinking of taking Koska, and maybe two or three others.”

“I like the idea,” Fennec said, “though I’m also assuming you’re going to try to avoid taking the royal carriages. It’s unlikely we’ll be able to get away with just horseback.” 

“But taking the carriages would be the same as parading around with a large target on our backs. Maybe we can take one of the cargo wagons instead.” 

“I’ll talk to Kuiil tomorrow.” 

“Thank you, Fennec.” 

The two of you talked through other planning details and set dates for the voyage. By the time you went to bed, anticipation was bouncing about through your veins, visions of Sorgan’s gorgeous countryside coming into your mind’s eye. 

Now there’s a view everyone deserves to see, you thought. 

~~~~

Din cried out as he was sent skidding across the floor. 

“Again,” the Queen commanded. 

Din struggled to get back up on his feet, his arm cradling his side. His assailant, another child no older than himself, resumed his battle-ready position while Din tried to raise his spear over his head.   

The other child swung his sword down. Din managed to block most of the blow, save for a scratch to his forehead. 

“Those blocks cannot be penetrated,” the Queen proclaimed from her perch. “You must keep training.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Din said. 

Din’s hand came up and brushed across the tiny scar just below his hairline, the memory slowly ebbing back into the recesses of his mind. 

He sat on his cot and stared out the nearby window, watching the stars in the night sky twinkle. 

“How was your first lesson?” 

Din looked towards the door to see Kuiil walking in, two cups of tea in his hands. Din accepted one with a small nod and gestured for Kuiil to have a seat on a nearby chair. These late-night visits from Kuiil had become somewhat commonplace soon after Din’s arrival, much to his dismay at first.

But Kuiil’s company provided him with an unexpected sense of comfort; he was easy to talk with, and told a variety of stories about his time working for your family. And he had the decency to not go poking into Din’s life and forcing him into more unconvincing lies.

“It was… interesting,” Din said. 

“Her Highness is quite the fiery soul,” Kuiil said as he took a sip of his tea. “I can only imagine that being all the more apparent with you.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

Kuiil shrugged. 

“You’re the first person I’ve seen her so eager to interact with in a long while. Spear or no spear.” 

Din’s brow shot up. He looked to the ground and sipped his tea, unsure of how to respond. 

His mind wandered back to your lesson. Sword fighting with you was an experience he never foresaw, even in a mere practice session. You were resilient and precise, wasting no time in between your blows. You never went for what looked best, like so many of his prior targets. You went for the strikes that did most damage with the least amount of effort. And you did it well.

You must’ve had a wonderful teacher, he thought. It was clear your abilities outdid his. 

“Her sword skills are quite impressive,” Kuiil said as if he could tell what Din was thinking. Di nodded, blinking through his surprise. 

“How long has she been training?” 

“As long as she was able to,” Kuiil said with a small chuckle. “As a child she used to run in here and ask me to spar with her.” 

Din’s mouth quirked upward. The image of a tiny version of you bouncing around while Kuiil tried to work felt like a soft caress to his conscience. 

“She thought that since I made the weapons, I automatically knew how to use them,” Kuill looked out the window, his expression betraying the nostalgia of the memories. 

“Her father wasn’t an easy man to deal with. She rebelled against his wishes at any given time, but learning to fight was the first rule she defiled for her own sake.” 

“It doesn’t seem like anyone here liked that guy,” Din said. 

“He was a different man when the Queen fell in love with him,” Kuiil said with a shrug. “She was still Sorgan’s Princess at the time. But once she was crowned and began ruling the nation, his demeanor changed.” 

Din suppressed a head roll. Power hungry. Typical. 

“I hoped he would change when Her Highness was born, but if anything-” 

Kuiil stopped. Din stared at him as his eyes filled with sadness. Just how much dysfunction has he witnessed in this family, Din wondered. Kuiil stayed as still and silent as the stars beyond his sight for what seemed like an eternity before he sighed and took a sip of his tea. 

“He grew envious. Of his own daughter.” 

Din’s brow furrowed as he digested the statement. 

“He had trouble with how much the nation took to her. They loved her the same way they loved Her Majesty, and because it was harder to be accepted for him, he struggled with that. He started enacting more restrictions on the nation, sometimes even going over Her Majesty’s head.” 

A nasty sensation settled in Din’s gut. His hand clenched around the bronze teacup. To disrespect the crown was one matter, but to disrespect the women that man should’ve been devoted to was a whole separate one. 

In Mandalore, that man would’ve been swiftly brought to trial and punished. 

“Lucky neither Her Majesty or Her Highness were to be trifled with. He made their lives difficult but they made sure to bite back just as hard.” 

Din wasn’t sure what to say. Images of you flooded his mind, the information basking you in a new light; your confidence, ferocity, and courage were worn around you, like a suit of armor that protected you from the harm your father tried to cause. 

Yet through the cracks and crevices, you still bled love, compassion, and empathy. They were present in everything you did. It was all at once confusing and astounding. 

Din couldn’t help wondering how many more layers laid underneath your shields. 

He and Kuiil carried on smaller conversations, long after both teacups had been emptied. Every other person he encountered in this palace had him freezing up with anxiety, but Kuiil had so easily broken down that barrier, letting Din stretch his muscles and be more carefree. 

Friends weren’t something anyone had in Mandalore. Personal connections such as those got in the way of progress, of duty. Din wasn’t sure if this was a friendship, but this would likely be the closest to that he’ll ever get. 

And he wouldn’t need to worry about that getting in the way while he was here. Not as long as he still got the job done.

~~~~

“General Kryze, a moment of your time.” 

Bo Katan turned on her heel as Paz jogged down the corridor to catch up with her. 

“What can I do for you, Commander?” she asked, her tone sharp, betraying her impatience. 

“I have to ask,” he started, falling into step beside her. “Was sending Djarin on that job truly the best way to deal with the situation with Sorgan?” 

“It was,” she said, “The entire council agreed with my idea.” 

She stressed the last two words, as if daring Paz to question her methods again. 

“Of course, I mean no offense,” he said, “but considering how they dealt with your sister…” 

A deliberate pause. One that got Bo Katan to stop in her tracks and turn towards him. He let out a small huff that sounded almost like a chuckle. 

“I figured you would want to make them really pay for it.” 

The two of them stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity, visors locked in their narrow gaze, like a mental game of tug-of-war that neither end was willing to lose. 

Bo Katan broke the tension with a tilt of her head. 

“What else do you suggest we do?” 

~~~~

“Wait – this is your horse?”

Mr. Vaun was pulling the gray steed from her stable, giving her snout a pet as he did so. He turned to you with a nod before proceeding to attach his saddle. 

“She is.” 

“She’s beautiful.” you said with a smile. “I was actually admiring her the other day – her coat is lovely.” 

Mr. Vaun’s movements stilled. You walked up in front of the horse, looking her in the eye before slowly lowering your hand onto her snout. She let a puff of air out of her nostrils and leaned into your touch. You giggled. 

“What’s her name?” you asked. 

 He stared at you for a moment before returning to his task. 

“Her name is RC.”

“Hello, RC,” you cooed, moving your hand up to scratch between her ears. “Aren’t you a sight.” 

After giving her some more love, you left Mr. Vaun alone to ready her just as Fennec walked your horse up to you. 

“Hey there, Fifi,” you said as you took the reins in hand. Along with Fennec, Mr. Vaun, and the rest of your midnight crew, you walked out of the stables and into the misty night. 

You and Fennec led the way towards the clearing. The ride was mostly silent, giving way for the winds of twilight to chime their presence and send a shiver down your spine. The trees ate up your view of the sky once more, though a few shimmering pecks of stardust made their way to your eyes through the branches.  

When you reached the clearing and dismounted your horses, you thought about what sort of activity to engage the group in this time. But for the first time in a while, there were no pent-up frustrations for you to settle. 

You were looking forward to your trip; the planning and preparations had you shaking with anticipation most nights, your dormant soul eager to venture out into the world once more. A smile grew on your face just from the thought of it. 

“What’ll it be, Your Highness?” Sir Fett asked. You looked up at him, your grin widening. 

“Free choice tonight,” you said, “mainly because I’m really feeling like letting Fifi run loose.” 

“Go on,” Cobb said, waving you towards your horse. “We’ll look after you.” 

You nodded and made your way back to Fifi, remounting him and snapping the reins. He took off, speeding down the straight of the field before turning the corner. You relished in the sharp bites from the wind against your face, the sprinkles of frost scattering about in your hair. 

The moonlight guided you through the grass, its sheen bright and glowing against the greens. And when you looked up at the trees around you, it bounced off them and left its presence behind. 

You smiled. Pretty soon you’d be on the road, your view of Sorgan’s gorgeous skyline unobscured. 

~~~~

Din was mesmerized. 

His eyes followed every movement your horse made, each one graceful and deliberate. The moon bathed you both in its light, much like the rest of the field.

But you made it glow. 

You were smiling, big and bright, as the wind whipped past you. The moon must’ve been afraid to touch you directly, for its light was hovering around you instead, like a cloud: a dusty halo that made you shine brighter than the stars in the sky. 

“You comin’, bud?” 

Cobb’s voice broke Din’s trance. He whipped his head around to see Cobb walking towards the entrance of the field. Din nodded and jogged to catch up, the heat of embarrassment threatening to overwhelm him. Just how long did Cobb observe him staring at you?

The two of them made their way to the rim of the field and began to walk around, watching for danger. 

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking out for?” Din asked. 

“Anythin’ and everythin’,” Cobb said. He made a sweeping motion with his arm.

“These woods connect to other parts of the capital. After people started using them to sneak onto palace grounds and come after Her Highness, we had to cut ‘em off. That passage we use is the only way in and out of the woods from the palace.

But just because it’s largely blocked off doesn’t mean some wise-ass can’t still find his way around. We keep watch to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Din nodded. A strange, foreign sense of guilt stung in his chest; he was the one they were meant to be watching out for. Yet here he was, learning their secrets, getting close to them. 

And letting them get closer to him in turn.  

He inwardly groaned. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t meant to feel bad about a job. He needed to start taking steps away if he wanted to keep his head. 

But for now, he let himself indulge in the memory of your moonlit radiance.

~~~~

“Looks like you’ve been practicing.” 

You relaxed your stance just as Mr. Vaun pulled back, planting the end of his practice spear on the ground. 

“Sure have,” you said, still trying to catch your breath. 

Two weeks had gone by since your first lesson, and you’d been in this room practicing your blocks each day in between. It was difficult to grasp your improvement until you had an opponent striking something at you. 

Mr. Vaun was right. With each blow you blocked, you felt more confident and secure: essential mindsets in combative situations. 

“I still felt some gaps in them, but at least you didn’t hit me this time,” you said with a laugh. 

He tilted his head down with a small grin. 

“That’s because you’re focusing your blocks on the right places. You’re knocking off my weapon’s balance and diverting the blow.” 

He went into a deeper explanation, pointing out how each block position he taught you set you up to strike against the points on his weapon where the majority of the force was coming through. 

“This transfers to most circumstances. People have a tendency to strike with similar areas of their weapon in close combat.” 

You nodded and studied your positions with greater attention, watching whenever he struck you to try and find those high-pressure points. 

The two of you continued the gentle spar, Mr. Vaun giving you room to recognize his blows before slowly increasing his speed to test you. 

You did your best to match him, watching his every move and timing your blocks to them. 

“Very nice,” he said after a particularly hard hit. 

Mr. Vaun went on to show you more stances, and had you practice charging forward with your weight while blocking instead of backward. You hung on his every word and followed his instructions, excitement bubbling inside you. 

It was fascinating; he turned into a completely different person in this room, one who spoke more than two words at a time and kept his gaze on you for longer than a second. Confidence oozed from him in here, as he moved and spoke, and you couldn’t look away.

An hour passed underneath your nose when Mr. Vaun called it a day. 

“Already?” you asked. 

“This was a long one,” he said as he placed his spear on its mount. “And you have more to work with now. Your blocks look good, but until you’re moving forward with them instead of back, we can’t go on.” 

You let out a sigh and nodded. Despite your eagerness to keep going, he was right. 

“Did you have any questions?” he asked, wiping his face down with a rag. 

You followed the movement with your eyes, taking in the way his bicep flexed before you shook your head and reached for your own rag, the sweat coating your brow suddenly feeling heavier. 

“No that I can think of,” you cleared your throat, hoping he hadn’t noticed you staring. 

“Thank you for today, Mr. Vaun.” 

He nodded. 

Silence fell over you both. You grabbed your practice spear and headed for the wall to remount it.

Once it was in place, a sudden chill trickled down your spine. There it was again – that strange sense of danger that Mr. Vaun carried with him. Another thing you only seemed to feel when you were here, alone with him. 

Every instinct told you not to turn around. But at the same time, you couldn’t help being curious. Just what was he doing to set off your body’s alarms? You took in a slow breath, and turned your head to the side. 

You could hardly make out his figure in your periphery, but he was behind you. Little space separated him from you – enough that you couldn’t feel him, but not so much that his presence went completely undetected. 

Just as you were about to fully face him, his arm appeared beside your head, spear gripped in his fist. He murmured an ‘excuse me’ as he mounted the spear beside yours and stepped away.   

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I didn’t…” you paused to take a breath.

“I didn’t realize I was blocking your way.” 

“No problem,” he said. His tone was perfectly even, as though nothing unusual had happened. 

But there’s no way you imagined that, right?

You sighed and let your mind distract you. It wandered to your schedule for the rest of the day: a meeting with the armed guard, sparring with Sir Fett, finalizing travel plans with Fennec, and tea with your mother. 

You were especially looking forward to planning your trip. You and Fennec had decided to arrange the week-long trip to take place in a fortnight, which gave you ample time to make the final arrangements. So far, it’d be you, Fennec, Koska, and Cobb. You wanted to bring along two more, but you struggled with who to pick. 

You looked up to see Mr. Vaun fanning out his tunic before replacing it over his undershirt. A lightbulb went off in your head. 

Strong, skilled, and smart. If he could make you feel that powerless in a moment’s notice, he could do that to anyone. He was perfect. 

“Mr Vaun!” you called. It echoed through the room. 

He jumped as he turned around, shock and confusion painting his face. You bit down a grin and apologized. 

“I have a request for you. You’re more than welcome to say no, but would you accompany me on my voyage around Sorgan?” 

Mr. Vaun’s expression grew tight, brows stitching together. 

“I am taking a small group with me to ensure my safety, and I think you would make a perfect addition to it,” you gulped and took a step closer to him. “Plus — you said you were new to Sorgan. There’s so much of it to see, this would be the perfect opportunity.” 

He stayed silent, his hands clenching in and out of fists at his side. The Mr. Vaun you knew outside of this space was back: broad and still, with few – if any – words to spare. You fiddled with your fingers as the silence grew too thick. 

“You don’t have to answer yet,” you said, holding up a hand in front of you. “Can’t officially offer you anything until I talk to Kuiil, anyway. Wouldn’t want to take away his best blacksmith if he needs you!”

You let out a nervous chuckle and took a few steps back, feeling behind you for the door handles.

“Just think about it! I’ll see you later!”

You wasted no time getting out of there, meeting Fennec’s confused gaze just outside the doors before continuing down the hall with her on your heels. 

You couldn’t get that look out of your head. Mr. Vaun looked frazzled, yes, but also worried. Distant. 

It weighed on you; you’d hoped to be closing the gap between you both, but maybe this request was too much for him. As you thought about it, it did seem more and more like a lot to ask for someone so new to the palace. 

“... You want him to come on the trip, don’t you?”

You huffed at Fennec’s question. Sometimes you wished she couldn’t read you so easily. 

“Gotta clear it with Kuiil first. But regardless, we should be ready for him to say no.”  

~~~~

Din was frozen in place, eyes glued to the sweatroom door. 

You hardly gave him room to breathe before fleeing, let alone think. He scratched his head and let your words replay in his mind. 

You wanted him, of all the capable candidates in this palace, to come with you on a trip around the nation? The very thought of it had his skin tingling, as though he’d break into hives. 

This was bad. You were never meant to trust him. You weren’t meant to ever even speak to him. He’d already broken too far away from his own philosophies, there was no way he could go on this trip. That would just be another large mistake to add to the pile. 

No, it ended here. He’d do whatever it took to get out of it, and instead use your time away to his advantage: to plant the perfect trap for you to fall into upon your return. 

And then his work would be done and he could return to Mandalore, and never worry about compromising himself ever again. 

~~~~

Din wasn’t sure which deity he’d pissed off to this degree, but here he was, standing before your wagon with a packed satchel.

He was shocked at how quickly Kuiil approved of his involvement in your travel. With the amount of jobs Kuiil gave him each day, he’d thought the old man would want him to stay and continue working. Even when Din conveyed his explicit desire to stay, Kuiil was persistent. 

‘I have spoken,’ he’d said. ‘It’s quite the honor that Her Highness thinks so highly of you. It’d be wrong to deny this request. Plus, you may not get another chance like this to see Sorgan.’

That was a point so many had brought forth: seeing Sorgan. Just what made it so special, Din wondered. What about it made it such a big deal to see? He supposed he was about to find out, whether he liked it or not. 

It did pique his interest, but not enough to balance out the conflict of interest this trip brought about. That seemed to be an ongoing trend around you. 

Din sighed as he watched your other companions load the small pile of supplies in the back of the wagon. He’d be among you all, without pause, for seven days. 

This would surely be… interesting.

~~~~

You walked the last of the chosen horses to the front of the wagon and secured its reins. Mr. Vaun’s figure caught your eye as it made its way to the back. His steps were a bit wonky, his jaw tight, brow narrowed. 

A pang of guilt ran through you – it was obvious he didn’t want to go. He’d been in the back of the artisan’s hut when you talked with Kuiil, and you saw the color drain from his face upon hearing Kuiil’s enthusiastic approval. You’d talked to him a few times over the following weeks, giving him subtle opportunities to drop out. 

But he didn’t.  

Maybe he just didn’t catch onto your intentions, or maybe he didn’t want to be rude. Or maybe the pressure from Kuiil was too much. Regardless, here he was. Your reluctant companion. 

Once the horse was secure, you caught up to him. 

“Mr. Vaun, a word?”

He nodded before dropping his satchel and following you off the dirt road and into the surrounding grass. 

“Look, I know this is a lot. And I would never make you do anything you weren’t willing to-”

“Your Highness,” he said, holding up a hand. “I’m honored you want me to come along. Please don’t worry about it.”

His tone sounded solid, final, as if he’d resigned himself to the circumstances. It did little to ease your guilt. 

Regardless, the six of you were situated and on your way off palace grounds an hour later. You leaned out the window and waved at the crowd that had gathered to see you off, your mother and Sir Fett standing at the palace steps. 

Koska and Cobb took the first driving shift, leaving you inside the wagon with Fennec, Mr. Vaun, and Omera. It had taken some convincing to get Omera to join you, despite even Winta’s encouragement. 

She may be employed as your seamstress, but Omera was the greatest archer you or your mother had ever seen. And it wasn’t until both of you pointed that out that she caved. 

You smirked, seeing her now, sitting beside Fennec and gazing out the window. You assumed a large part of her apprehension came from this proximity with Fennec, no matter how much she’d insisted it was about leaving Winta. 

You glanced at Mr. Vaun. He was sitting at your side, a small gap separating his body from yours. He was looking out the window, his hands fidgeting in his lap. The sunlight outlined him, an orange silhouette that accentuated every bend and curve of his features, every wavy strand of his hair. 

You looked away and sucked in a breath through your nose, a grin cracking onto your face at the muffled sound of Cobb and Koska’s banter. You searched your mind for a way to break the silence among your own little group. 

“Omera,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’m sorry, by the way, that we won’t be able to stop at your village.” 

“It’s no problem,” she shook her head. “It’s pretty far out anyway.”

“Where is it?” Fennec asked. 

“Out towards the west,” she said, tone listful. “Past the Great Forest.” 

The nostalgic look in Omera’s eyes while she spoke of her home sent a wave of warmth rippling from your heart. You’d only seen her village once, but it was evidently well-loved by all who lived there. 

Mr. Vaun had turned his attention to the conversation, eyes trained between Fennec and Omera as they spoke. His expression betrayed little, but his eyes glowed with curiosity. It made you glad that Kuiil had insisted he come – this was just a small taste of how much he was going to learn. And you couldn’t wait to watch it happen.

~~~~

The first day was fully taken up by travel. Your group reached the inn hours after the sun had already set, and wasted no time getting to the rooms for a decent rest. 

Din sat at the window of his shared room with Cobb while the latter snored away. Clouds obscured the sky above, tiny droplets of starlight breaking through on occasion. The cool air hugged his exposed cheeks – a sensation that still felt foreign, despite him not having worn his helmet in what seemed like a lifetime. He leaned into it as the day played back in his mind. 

You and Omera were the only members of the group who were originally from Sorgan. It surprised Din how much trust you put into folks from other nations; it’d be unheard of in Mandalore. 

Hearing about Omera’s home village led to the two of you discussing similar areas around the nation, and Din couldn’t help his surprise as you described how diverse they were. No two villages were quite alike. 

It had him wondering what else there was to learn about this place, to find out more about the different cultures and lifestyles that came together in one place. 

But that was bad. 

‘Mandalorians are not meant to question,’ the Queen’s voice boomed in his head. ‘Only to obey.’ 

He sighed and leaned further out the window. Mandalore seemed so monochromatic, so stale in comparison to what he’d experienced during his short time in Sorgan. Though the more Din thought about it, the more he realized there was so much of Mandalore he had yet to see. 

Maybe that was the real problem. Maybe that’s why the idea of seeing Sorgan was so strange; no one ever encouraged travel outside of Mandalore’s capital. He ran a hand down his face and thought about the job.

He looked up. Your room was just above his; he could easily climb up and be rid of you right here, if he wanted to. The stone slabs that held the building together were easy enough to scale. Assuming Fennec was in the washroom or otherwise absent, or even asleep, he could slip in through the window and it’d be over within minutes. And Cobb would never notice he was gone. 

He could squash this growing plant before it had a chance to bloom. 

With a deep breath, Din shut the window. 

~~~~

The darkness seemed to move before your eyes. Shifting violently back and forth, like you were being shaken awake. 

But you were still. Pinned in place by a pair of dark, menacing eyes that peered down at you between the shadows. Bit by bit, as the weight of your disorientation pressed down harder and harder, a broad silhouette began to draw itself. 

A man. Wielding a long weapon.

If you were able to feel your throat, you would’ve screamed. 

The man lifted the weapon high above his head, each slow movement scratchy and glitched. A gutteral battle cry rang out just as he swung down towards you– 

Your eyes jolted open, a gasp forcing air into your lungs. The light of early morning draped its dull presence in through the window, a calming blue; the sun had yet to fully awaken.

You were clutching the blanket with a vice grip, your knuckles paling from the force. A harsh tingle strangled each of your muscles, preventing you from shifting positions. As each slow moment blended into the next, you forced your lungs to take in more air, your static-filled mind slowly coming into focus with each one. You looked around the small room. 

Fennec’s cot was already made, and the door to the washroom was shut. Always the early bird, that one, you thought.

You finally managed to untangle your nerves and sit up, taking a big, slow breath. Fennec shot you a grin when she popped back into the room.

“Sleep well, Princess?” 

You shrugged and stretched. Maybe it’s best you keep your nightmares to yourself. 

~~~~

The first village on your route was only an hour’s trip from the inn. The people were more than hospitable, welcoming your entire ensemble into their cottage-filled town. You spent the whole day talking with various villagers, playing with the children, and listening to concerns. 

It was so refreshing to be in this space – no one running after you about one meeting or another, no diplomats to meet with, no empty formalities to follow. Just regular conversations with regular people. 

Fennec stayed by your side while the others wandered about. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Cobb and Mr. Vaun with a group of children; they were gathered around in a circle, and it looked like Cobb was telling them a story. Mr. Vaun wore a smooth expression, though his eyes displayed fascination. You smiled before following your current companion into a nearby cottage. 

“Our biggest worry is access to medicine,” she said while serving tea. “Our population is growing, and the supply can’t keep up. With the harsher weather on its way, we fear not having enough for everyone.” 

You thought through the supply route in your head; most of the nation’s medicine was made in the north. It would make sense that a south-bound place like this would receive slower, fewer shipments. 

“We’ll be heading up north during this trip,” you said, “When we get there I’ll make sure that shipment quantities for this region are increased. That way, you’ll be able to have more on hand from each delivery.”

The woman smiled and took your hand. 

“Thank you, Your Highness.” 

When the sun began to set, the village came together for a group meal. They’d spent the day preparing the feast, with which you were eager to help where you could. As you sat at the long table and took in the sights around you – all the smiling faces, the mountains of food, all outlined by the surrounding trees and violet sky – your heart was full. 

Fennec and Cobb sat on either side of you while Mr. Vaun, Koska, and Omera sat across the way. Everyone at the table dug into the food without question, except for Mr. Vaun.

He looked at the plate of food before him with apprehension, watching others eat before trying small bites of each sampling. You wondered how diverse his meal options had been before coming to Sorgan. 

You watched him bite into a small fruit. Seeing his brows shoot up before he took another, more confident bite had your grin widening. 

~~~~

You sat by the dying bonfire that night, taking in the uninterrupted view of the night sky. The others were mingling about with the villagers as they packed up the wagon, their conversations a muted lull in the background of your mind. Your group would be heading out soon in an attempt to thwart any potential bandits that may have gotten word of your travels; you took in the calmness of the night while you could. 

The stars sprinkled across the indigo sky came together in a brilliant light show. By the millions, they twinkled before your eyes and seemed to enter a dance the longer you stared. You took a deep breath, relishing in the way the chill of the night mingled with the soothing scent of burnt wood. 

“... Your Highness?” 

You turned to see Omera standing behind you, another woman and a young child beside her. 

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but this little one has a gift for you.” 

“No need to apologize,” you said with a grin, turning to face them and giving the child a smile. 

“What can I do for you, buddy?” 

He gazed up at his mother before walking up to you, hands clenched in front of him. He opened them up when he reached you.

“... This is for you.” 

In his hand was a leather bracelet, decorated with small pieces of teal fabric and finished with a silver clasp. Your heart swelled with joy. 

“Did you make this?” 

He nodded with a small smile. 

“It’s so beautiful, thank you very much! Will you help me put it on?” 

You held out your wrist and he happily hooked the bracelet around it. You admired it with a grin before giving the boy a hug. 

~~~~

Din couldn’t stop thinking about the scene. 

He never realized anyone could have this great a capacity to care. The way you spoke with that child with such kindness and grace, it was as though he were your own. You treated that entire village with the same compassion you gave to everyone in the palace. Many of those folks were meeting you for the first time, and yet you treated them as though they were family. 

He thought back to what he’d learned growing up: that the other nations only had the interests of the elite in mind. That Mandalore operated more fairly and provided for its citizens while the rest of the world hung theirs out to dry. 

But every single thing you’d done since he met you was the direct opposite of that. It made his head spin. 

He sighed and glanced around the wagon. Cobb and Koska were fast asleep across from him, their snores penetrating the otherwise quiet night. You were facing the other window, your head leaned on the back of the seat. Guessing by the even pattern of your breathing, you must’ve been asleep as well. The child’s gift was still wrapped around your wrist. 

Din returned his gaze to the world beyond his window. The stars reflected off the trees and nearby river, making the entire scene shimmer. A quiet conversation between Omera and Fennec could be heard – something about how lovely the night looked, and a question about being cold. He took a breath and settled further into his seat, eyes growing heavy. The wagon bumped along the road, the cradle-like effect soothing his senses. 

A sudden weight on his shoulders made every hair on his body stand at attention. He looked over to find that you had slid to the side, your head now resting on him. 

Din’s heart began to thump in his throat. There were multiple layers of clothing between your skin and his, yet it felt as though you were touching him directly. His skin burned all over. 

He didn’t want to risk waking you by trying to move you, but how was he meant to rest in such a position? 

How long had it been since he was this close to someone who wasn’t about to die by his hand, or someone he was physically fighting with? He couldn’t recall. Any time not spent working or training in Mandalore was spent alone, where he could have his helmet off in peace. There were few opportunities for domesticity within the capital; Din never sought them out. All he knew was his work. 

He gulped down a breath in an attempt to steady his breathing, and slightly leaned forward to look at you. 

Your eyes were shut, peaceful and still, your lashes fanning over your cheeks. Your brow was turned inward, as if you were contemplating something in your sleep. A small smile pulled at Din’s lips. 

He sucked in a breath and looked back out the window. Can’t be doing things like that, he thought to himself. Must’ve just been the fatigue setting in. He crossed his arms over his chest, doing everything in his power to ignore the wave of staticy warmth your proximity brought. 

But the imprinted image of your sleeping face in his mind’s eye coupled with the weight of your presence on his shoulder made that very difficult.

#the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #assassin!din #princess!reader #a strange duet

[aerynwrites]

Mysterious Man || Part 8

Mob Boss!Boba Fett x Female!Reader

A/N: the next part is finally here!! I only anticipate there being about 2-3 more parts depending on if I do an epilogue. Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: kidnapping, reader is in handcuffs/trapped, Mentions of fear of dying, angst, so much angst, cliffhanger.

Ice clinks softly against the glass held in sturdy fingers. The dark amber liquid swirls smoothly inside as Boba twirls the glass in his hand. His buzzing phone is the only other sound in the room, no doubt notifying him of more messages or calls from you.

He can’t face you. Not after being a fool like he was.

It had been days since your argument. Since he accused you of turning against him and talking to the police. The look on your face felt like a punch to the gut - the way your eyes filled with unshed tears as if he had physically hit you.

Getting told your partner doesn’t trust you can do that to people.

He sighs, taking another long sip from his glass, avoiding the withering glare Fennec gives him from across the room.

“I don’t need any more lectures, Fennec.” His voice is firm as he speaks, but he avoids her gaze.

The woman scoffs. “I told you what I saw, and you’re still ignoring her. I’m just trying to figure out-”

Boba cuts her off. “Figure out what? Why I can’t bring myself to speak to her? Why I can’t call her back and pretend everything is okay? I fucked up Fennec, worse than I ever have before. I can’t just-”

The dinging of the elevator arriving stops him in his tracks, and he’s thankful for it. The anger he feels towards himself remains simmering beneath the surface and Fennec doesn’t deserve for it to be taken out on her.

He just needs time to figure out what he is going to say to you. How he’s going to apologize and make up for the mistakes and assumptions he’s made. He’s never felt this strongly for someone before, and maybe that scares him.

But losing you scares him even more.

Fennec leaves to go see who came up the elevator, so Boba takes another long pull from his glass, the burn of alcohol a pleasant distraction from the thoughts racing through his mind.

His solace does not last long.

Fennec comes back into the room, Din on her tail - both of them with grim looks on their faces. Boba doesn’t speak, he just holds his hand out when he sees an envelope in Fennec’s hand.

She shakes her head. “Boss, I don’t think-”

“Give it here.” His command leaves no room for argument and Fennec hands the parchment over.

Boba doesn’t feel dread often, but when he sees the mark of The Hutts stamped on the front of the envelope, he can’t help the pit of fear that settles deep in his belly. The envelope has already been opened, so he lifts the flap up and pulls out the contents inside.

There’s a letter, folded in threes. And when he moves to unfold it something slips from between the parchment and onto his lap. His eyes fall down to where it lands and all the air is sucked from his lungs. His world narrows down to the delicate gold chain and pendant that he reaches down slowly to retrieve.

It’s yours. It’s the necklace he gave you for Valentine's Day, he would recognize it anywhere.

The chain digs into his palm as he clutches it in a tight fist, eyes now moving towards the letter in his hand. He reads it in record time before reading it again, and again and again.

They have you. The Hutts took you and are asking ransom for your safe return.

‘Or else you’ll be getting more than just pretty jewelry delivered to your door.’

Glass shatters against the marble floor as he stands, knocking his drink off the side table. Everything is tinted red, his rage now tenfold at the blatant threat to your safety.

“Get your best people together,” He says, looking at Fennec and Din.

They don't need to be told twice. Din rushes off immediately, cell phone already to his ear as he barks orders to someone on the other end. Fennec moves to do the same, but stops and turns to place a firm hand on Boba’s shoulder.

“We’ll find her,” She says, determination in her eyes.

Boba just nods, and watches as Fennec turns to follow Din.

They will find you.

He will tear the whole city apart if he has to.

He looks to the necklace in his hand one more time before tucking it away inside his jacket.

I’m coming for you, princess.

—-----------

The room they threw you in is cold and reeks of mildew and stale water. You had just barely awoken from your unconscious state when they dragged you from the car and into your prison, cuffing you to one of the many pipes protruding from the wall.

Your shoulders ache from being stretched up for so long, and your wrists burn from where you struggled against the cuffs. You haven’t even seen anyone since they put you in here, no matter how loud or long you screamed for help.

At first you were afraid of the men who kidnapped you, but the sudden thought that they may have left you here to die scares you even more.

You want to cry, but you can’t even do that. You cried for, you don’t even know how long, when they brought you here, there’s simply nothing left.

The cuffs clink gently against the metal pipe as you adjust yourself to lean against the wall, resting your head back and closing your eyes. At this point you don’t even care who comes in here, you just want to know what the hell is going on. Why you were taken, what they want from you…anything.

It seems as if your silent pleas are answered when the only door to the room swings open and a man you’ve never seen before walks into the room with two of the men who took you following behind him. You sit straight up as his eyes land on you, and he acts as if he’s laying eyes on a fancy new car for the first time.

“There she is!” The man says.

His voice is deep and rough, and matches his appearance to a T. He’s very large, both in height and weight, with a face that looks like a snowman melting on a hot day. His cheeks sag, his eyes droop, and what little hair he has is so greasy it lays plastered to his head. He looks exactly like you’d imagine a kidnapper would, minus the expensive three piece suit that looks two sizes too small.

You don’t respond to his remark, both unsure of what to say and fearful of interacting with him at all. He takes this as a sign to approach you and continue.

“I thought we’d never get a chance to talk, what with Boba Fett hanging around you like a bad cold.” The man chuckles at his joke. “But it seems…there’s trouble in paradise, no?”

You can’t help but react to the words. It’s the same thing Detective Solo said to you the day you were taken. Did everyone know about you and Boba? The police make sense if they have been keeping tabs on him but…

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out weak from all your earlier screaming, but the man hears your question.

He smiles, revealing disgusting yellow-brown teeth, some of which are missing. He lets out a rasping laugh, one that seems genuine with the way his cronies laugh with him.

When he’s finally done he casts you a questioning look. “You must be joking!” he laughs again. “Boba’s girl doesn’t know who we are. Now, that - that is something you don���t hear everyday.”

“It’s not funny!” You finally cry out, your patience runs out as the tears you were searching for earlier finally return. “I have no fucking clue who you are or what you want from me! I just-” you have to fight back a sob.

“Please, let me go. Please.” You can’t even be ashamed that you’re begging these people, more scared of what they’ll do to you rather than worry over your pride.

The man standing above you regards you for a moment, before snapping his fingers at one of the men behind him. They pull a key from their pocket and move to unlock your handcuffs. You barely have time to panic before the cuff on one wrist falls away and he is hauling you to your feet.

“No, no, please!” You don’t even know what you're begging for anymore as they pull you out of the room and into a different one.

“I don’t know anything if that’s what you want.” You tell them, recalling how the detective was convinced you knew something about Boba. “I swear! I’m telling the truth-”

Your words are cut off as you are roughly shoved into a chair at a table in the new room they brought you too. The man who uncuffed you quickly attatches you to the table instead, ensuring you won’t go anywhere.

The leader, as you’ve decided to call him, stands across from you, a small smirk on his face. “I believe you’re telling the truth,” he says, pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket and bringing it to his lips.

He produces a lighter from his other pocket, and the ‘snick’ of him igniting it sounds deafening in the otherwise silent room.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t still get to Boba, through you.”

Your brows furrow, confused at first and then fearful as the man finally introduces himself.

“They call me Jabba. I’m the leader of The Hutts, and I think we’ve had a run in before. A run-in that involved one of my men, an alley, and Boba protecting a pretty waitress.”

The man chuckles, and bile rises in your throat as his eyes run over you. You say nothing, letting him continue instead.

“Let’s just say…Boba and I had an…arrangement. An arrangement that was going quite well until an associate of mine ended up in the Kamino River. That very same associate who just so happened to pick you as his target that night.” Jabba points jabs his finger towards you, a faux thoughtful look on his face.

Your mind races to put together what this man is saying and the picture he is starting to paint is one that you desperately want to remain unfinished. But your mind flies to the conversation you overheard in your apartment the night Boba saved you, the conversation he explained away very prettily the next morning over breakfast.

You shake your head furiously. “No, he wouldn’t - He’s not like that! That man attacked me! It’s not…” you trail off, a headache starting to bloom behind your eyes.

Jabba chuckles. “Sweetheart.” The nickname gets your attention, and the looks the man gives you sends shivers down your spine.

“You don’t know Boba Fett at all.”

———

The longer you’re in a room with no window, the more you start to realize that time doesn’t make much sense. You know it’s been less than three days, because they haven’t given you any water and you’re still alive. But the gnawing in your stomach leads you to believe it’s been at least half a day or more. You really don’t know.

And at this point you don’t care.

They eventually took you back to the original room you were in, chaining you back up to the pipe and leaving without so much as a word. Not that you would have much to say. The silence is comforting, it lets your mind wander. Wander to different things, but mostly your desire to go home and…

Boba.

You want to cry all over again when you think about him. Your brain wars with itself, but right now you can’t help but want him to hold you. To show up like he did that night in the alley and save the day and look at you like you hung the moon and stars.

You just want to go home.

You can feel sleep tugging at your eyes, willing you to get some rest. You’ve been fighting the urge for a while now, afraid of them coming in here while you’re unaware. But it gets hard with each passing second, and you're just about to give in when you hear a distant ‘bang!’ followed by far off shouting.

The noises sap all sleep from you, panic coursing through you as the sounds get closer. The bangs come more frequently now, and your foggy mind realizes they’re gun shots. Blood rushes in your ears as your heart feels like it's going to burst from your chest as the sounds get louder. Closer.

They’re right outside your door.

It’s deafening now, echoing around the room as the door bursts open and one of the cronies from earlier comes running in, eyes set on you and a gun pointed your way. The scream rips itself from your throat before you can stop it, and your eyes slam closed, bracing for the pain that’s to come.

Three gunshots sound and it feels like the air is punched from your lungs. You can’t breath. Everything is ringing. A pair of warm hands cradle your face and it feels like your whole body is buzzing as you finally peel your eyes open.

Boba.

It’s him. Kneeling on the floor and casting a panicked gaze over you as his thumbs rub soothingly over your cheek bones. His lips move but you can’t hear him as your eyes fall to the body behind him. The man who was rushing at you lays in a pool of his own blood, three bullet’s in his back.

It’s then, when you realize that it wasn’t his gun that went off, that you manage a gasp for breath.

You aren’t dead. You’re alive and Boba’s here.

It feels like everytime you blink time has passed.

One. your cuffs are gone, you're on your feet.

Two. You’re walking up stairs. Bodies litter the ground.

Three. Your ears stopped ringing. You can hear a familiar baritone whispering comforts into your ear.

Four. Cool air hits your face, moonlight casting shadows in the dead of night.

Five. Leather slides against the backs of your legs, soft fabric is draped over your shoulders.

Six. the car lurches forward, and the world comes rushing back to you.

Your name. Someone is calling your name.

You finally look to your left to see Boba by your side in the car, Fennec driving smoothly towards the city. He looks the same as you last saw him, except this time he looks at you softly, instead of with contempt.

That look used to comfort you. It used to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It made you feel safe. But now…

He’s calling your name again, reaching out to take your hand gently in his own.

“Are you alright? Please, talk to me.”

His voice is gentle, but you rip your hand away like you’ve been burned. All of the images from before play in your mind. The blood. The bodies. The piles of money. The stories fed to you.

You shake your head, pressing yourself against the car door, as far away from the man beside you as possible.

“Don’t touch me.” The words are feeble little things, barely a whisper. But in the silent car, you could have basically shouted them.

You can see the hurt flash across his face as he searches for answers. “Princess, I don’t-”

“They told me everything.”

Your words are cold. Like a knife slicing through the air, and you can practically feel the other two people in the car freeze upon hearing your words.

Immediately you are met with questions, both Fennec and Boba asking you what you mean, what you were told. But you don’t hear them. Tears stream down your face, and your hands come up to cover your ears, wanting to drown out the lies.

No more lies.

They were right. You don’t know the man sitting next to you…

You never did.

#boba fett x reader #mob boss boba fett #mob boss boba x reader #boba fett x female!reader #boba fett #mob boss boba

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

Mando finale ramblings

ALRIGHTY I’m hoping Thrawn will show up in this, I don’t have high hopes but

Oh shit it’s under 40 minutes

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Din my love are you okay

BE CAREFUL WITH HIM

HAHAHA YES DIN

That roll tho

Yessss this is the kind of action I missed

He’s so epic

GET ROASTED

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

OH MY GOD

No. No. No. No. I am CACKLING

Yes Grogu save your dad

“I’m gonna need you to be brave for me, okay?” DAMN FAVREAUBI YOU DIDN’T NEED TO HURT ME LIKE THAT

Grogu is so damn cute

Hi Gideon die Gideon

Stop trying to be Vader

Din “Droid Hater” Djarin calling R5 buddy 😭

That landing 😂

SPACE BATTLE

This is giving TPM flashbacks

DIN. SIR. YOU ARE AWESOME.

R5 HURRY UP

YES DIN YESSSSSS

Gideon clones omg

That was chilling

I KNEW HE WOULD OPEN HIS EYES

THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED

HIS CLONES WERE FORCE SENSITIVE????? OMFG

Maybe the theories about Omega being Force-sensitive weren’t so far off after all

Shut up Gideon don’t act like killing them was a moral crime you created them to be nothing but weapons of mass destruction

PRAETORIANS AGAIN

ANGY BABY

RUN GROGU

DIN GO GET YOUR SON

HA how does it feel to get outsmarted by a baby

He’s laughing 🥰

“go save your kid” SJKANDKSJJDOWJWHWJSBAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EPIC BATTLE TIME

USE THE FORCE!!!

HAHAHA GET MURDERED

Tf

Okay I was hoping it’d get destroyed but just squished like that??? Wow. Kind of anticlimactic.

And it’s Bo’s helmet that he rips off, not Din’s - kind of glad

MANDO THEME YES

SO MUCH FIRE this is awesome

They slide

YESSSSSSSS

KILL IT WITH FIREEEEEEE

HAHAHAHAHA DIE

!!!! HE STOPPED THE FIRE JUST LIKE IN SEASON 1

GOOD BABY

Ragnar 😭

NO GROGU LOOKS SO SAD LET HIM BE A MANDO

WAIT

OH MY GOD

Oh my God I’m about to cry

HE ADOPTED GROGU YESSSSSS

Hold the fucking phone

Din Grogu???

soooo have I been calling him by his last name for three years or

We’ll come back to that later, WHOLESOMENESS

IS HE TRYING TO SAY THIS IS THE WAY

Mythosaur!!!

FOR MANDALOREEEEE

I can’t take the way the puppet moves seriously and I never will 😂

Snacc

OH HEY DAVE I SEE YOUR HAT

Bounty hunting for the New Republic!! That’s such a perfect job for him omg

Wait so what happened to Elia

IG’S BACK!!!!

OH MY GOSH

THE ENDING SHOT

THE POWERPOINT TRANSITION

THE ZOOM IN

I’m going to cry

The feels the feels the FEELS

I can’t I cannot that was such a good ending

So no Boba? Or Fennec? Or Cobb? :(

Oh gosh this season was pale compared to the first two and there was so much I desperately wish they’d done better but honestly? That was such a satisfying finale I love it

#mandalorian spoilers #mando spoilers #the mandalorian spoilers #morgan rants

[kalinara]

I’m still fascinated by fandom’s reaction to Din Djarin’s name.  There’s so much insistence that this is a retcon, and we have fans adamantly insisting that they’re not going to use it in their fic (which is their choice, but why so passionate?), and many others bending over backwards to explain how “Din” might be his given name but still pass down to Grogu.

It just seems like a weird thing to get worked up about.  Most of us have watched anime, or K-Dramas, right?  Last name first really isn’t that weird.

I assumed Djarin was his family name too, I admit.  But it’s not like the show ever said it was.  His parents were not named.  Hell, HE wasn’t named until the last episode of season 1.

I did see a few people say things like “Well, why did Fennec call him Din, then?” and similar arguments.  I wondered the same thing, honestly, so I thought it’d be interesting to look at the transcripts.  So I did!

This is what I found:

Obviously the only time Din’s name comes up in season 1 is in the finale,  Moff Gideon is the one who tells us his actual name: “Din Djarin”.  (Interestingly, Din comments that he hadn’t heard the name in years, even though he then tells Cara and company to use his name to identify themselves to the covert.  The Armorer also calls him “Din Djarin”.)

Fascinatingly, the name doesn’t come up at ALL in season 2, as far as I’ve been able to find.  Not even when he meets Boba Fett or Bo-Katan Kryze. 

We do hear his name in Boba Fett.  This is primarily in the season with the Armorer in Return of the Mandalorian.  She calls him “Din Djarin” each time.  Fennec Shand is the only other person to use his name, and that’s once, when introducing him to the others in “From the Desert, Comes a Stranger”.  She calls him “Din Djarin, the Mandalorian.”

That’s all I can find, prior to season 3.  His name comes up maybe five or six times in two series.  And each time, it’s his full name.  “Din Djarin.”  No one uses just one or the other, and at no point is there ever an indicator as to which is his family name and which is his given name.  Heck, maybe none of them are and next season we’ll find out his full name is “John Din Djarin” after all.

Now his name comes up a lot more in season 3.  Even then though, the characters who use it (the Armorer and Paz Viszla) call him “Din Djarin” each time.  I wonder if that’s like having your mother use your full name when you’re in trouble.  I’d imagine Din gets in trouble a lot.

So the shippers might love or hate this, depending on their pairing of choice, but there is one character who calls Din Djarin by only part of his name, and that is Bo-Katan Kryze.  Bo-Katan calls him “Din” exactly four times in season 3.

She calls him Din three times in Mines of Mandalore, to ask if he’s all right.  And once in the Pirate, wanting his coordinates.   She’s never called him Djarin.

The interpretation of those could go either way, I think.  The context of her use of Din in the Mines of Mandalore seem more like the kind of situation where you’d use someone’s given name, but they’re still acquaintances at best., so she may be more comfortable using his surname. 

They’re closer friends by the Pirate, so it’d definitely be natural to use Din’s given name, but it’s also a tactical kind of situation, where a lot of folks default to surname.

(I personally like @opinions-about-tiaras suggestion that Bo-Katan THINKS Din is his given name and he’s never said otherwise, because he’s Like That.)

So I guess, ultimately, I’d argue that this isn’t a retcon, because there was never any real continuity established with regard to Din’s name and family. “Clan Djarin” was always fanon, based on assumptions we made about our own norms and what we saw of the Mandalorians in general.

But Din wasn’t born Mandalorian, and Mandalorians are definitely not a monolithic culture, so...there you go.

No one liked the name “Grogu” at first either.  We’ll all get used to it.

#gun-toting victorian governess in space

[writeforfandoms]

Hello mesh’la,

So Boba tells me you’ll be coming to visit us at the palace. Well, he seems to think you’re just coming to see him, but we know you like spending time with me too, don’t you, baby? It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other and I’m looking forward to it. I think you’ll enjoy all the positive changes we’ve made here on Tatooine. I’m particularly glad to see us getting the respect we deserve now. It was time to shake things up and I’m enjoying being part of it. I’ve never really been part of a duo for this long, but I like it. Plus you know the old man needs the help.

You know what, I’m going to get him to throw you a big welcome party. It will be a great chance to catch up and I haven’t been on a dance floor in ages and I can’t think of a better reason to get out there again than with your visit. I’m sure dancing with you will be a blast and it might even make Boba a little jealous, which is always entertaining. Who knows maybe we’ll get to sneak off for a private tour of the palace? I’m sure we’ll both enjoy that. I just can’t wait to see you.

Travel safe, 

Fennec

Fennec! Hi.

It has been too long. But you're right, I will be visiting you soon. And I can't wait, honestly. Boba told me some about the changes you two have been making, and I am excited to see for myself how things are going.

I would love to dance with you. I can make time for both of you, in fact. Can't visit one of you without the other, right? And you are both important to me. (But you're right, making Boba jealous is very fun!) I would certainly enjoy a private tour from you. I know you will show me all the best things.

I look forward to seeing you soon.

Jen

#rp #the way i squeaked when i saw this

[mandalorian-loving-mandalorian]

posted on my twitter but... rex stans this is yall

#i love y’all /p #BUT #captain rex #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb rex #i do hope he’s in this week’s #even if i think it’ll be sad #or maybe we’ll get fennec #very excited for her

[lavenderbeskar]

not to be That Guy but the fact that they spent (over?) half the episode following Luke & company and we only got to see Din and Boba NOD at each other??

unforgivable

#i was so excited for boba and din to have an actual reunion and a back-and-forth and we got next to NOTHING #like don’t get me wrong i didn’t HATE seeing luke and everyone but like #save it for the mandalorian s3!!! #i really wanted them to just skip din visiting grogu and go straight to him and bobas teamup #like give us something to look forward to!! #dont butt into bobas show!! #and as fucking ECSTATIC as i was to see din and cobb together again #i really think din and boba should’ve had time for a real conversation at LEAST #i was so excited for din and boba and fennec to be the Dream Team #just a lil disappointed :((( #hopefully we’ll get to see them all interacting next week #fingers crossed #the book of boba fett #the mandalorian #bobadin #(just a bit) #also this post isn’t about shipping really but maybe a little #i was very excited about more din and boba and fennec moments #and no hate but ngl i really don’t care much for luke

[burnwater13]

Grogu was confused. Who was this other Mandalorian? Who wasn’t a Mandalorian. But had Mandalorian armor. And knew who the Jedi were. 

Din Djarin said his name was Boba Fett and he was the Daimyo of Mos Espa on Tatooine. Like that explained things. He was a guy in Mandalorian armor, like Cobb Vanth. But not a marshal. 

And he hung around with a person that Grogu knew was an assassin. Fennec Shand. They had almost sort of met a long time ago. Peli had told Grogu about her. Now she was back. But she was supposed to be dead. The Mandalorian had told him that after dealing with that gunslinger kid.

Wow it was hard to know who everyone was and what they were supposed to do or be or even if they were alive or not. He knew the Force was mysterious but he didn’t know it was that mysterious. Or did he? 

After all he’d survived the destruction of the Jedi Temple. That wasn’t easy. He’d also managed to get along for a long time without anyone finding him. And even when they did find him, he got away again. Sort of. There were a lot of ups and downs in his story.

But apparently that was pretty typical for the people he knew. Boba Fett had been left for dead on Tatooine, but managed to survive. Same thing for Fennec. Din Djarin had almost died, but IG-11 saved him. Grogu had been given to the Imps, taken from the Imps, captured by the Imps, rescued from the Imps. It was a lot. 

And that, not a Mandalorian, Mandalorian, had helped rescue him, as did the assassin. Which struck Grogu as very weird and super nice. It wasn’t often that people just helped each other out just because they could. For that reason alone he would always be in debt to Boba Fett and Fennec Shand. 

Of course, he wasn’t sure if the real Mandalorians felt the same way. They had been kind of snippy to the older gentleman according to Din Djarin. Grogu didn’t like it when people were mean to other folks just because they were different. He was different from just about everyone and he tried to accept them all for the good they brought to the galaxy. 

After all there weren’t that many Mandalorians left in the galaxy. Could you really afford to be insulting to any of them if you hoped to become Mand’alor some day? Just like there weren’t that many Jedi left either…or any. After all, Ahsoka Tano said she wasn’t a Jedi. Grogu hadn’t finished his training at the temple which is why he didn’t have his own lightsaber and he didn’t know of any other Jedi. They were gone. 

That was why a Mandalorian and a Jedi had to do things together. They needed one another. They had to look toward a future that might still be hostile to them and do their best to improve things. It was a big deal. 

Maybe some people wouldn’t expect it, but Grogu was pretty sure that people like Moff Gideon would expect it. The Mandalorians had helped him and Din Djarin get away from the Imps more than once now. It showed just how strong a team they could be if they worked together. That was sure to make an impression on the former war lord. 

Grogu just hoped it was an impression that said ‘Don’t mess with us. We’ll bring you in cold if we have to.’

#the mandalorian #grogu #din darjin #calendar prompt a day

[t7-01]

remember when star wars was about friends

#there are a million issues with this show not least of all being the refusal to actually center poc as the leads #but so much of this would be like. slightly better if they allowed their fave to be fucking friends with each other #us episodes 1-4: man it’s been rocky but hey episode 2 was really good! #maybe they’ll bring back the tuskens and now that din’s coming we’ll get a more focused plot and more screentime for fennec! #us episodes 5-6: 🤡 #fennec and boba’s interactions were the best part of the show #(besides boba’s tusken interactions which is still a form of friendship and family!) #so i had high hopes that din’s return would allow for a good solid friend group to finish out the show #nah. #just fucking. just crap #this isn’t the book of boba fett it’s bad fanfiction #candy watches tbobf #the book of boba fett spoilers #tbobf spoilers

[forever-rogue]

Hi! Wondering if you’re gonna be taking prompts from the 360 you posted. If you are would you be able to do 36 and 54 with Din? Would love to see those with him!

Prompts used: 36. "Does he know about the baby?"

54. "H-how long have you been standing there?"

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: pregnant reader

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST

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“Boba?” you reached for the Mandalorian’s arm and stopped him from going any further into his new hold. You wondered, for an amused fraction of a second, if you should attempt to address him as King Boba, just to get a rouse out of him. But the severity, the harsh reality of your current predicament placated any desire to do so. Fett turned to face you, pulling his helmet off so he could see you properly, “might I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course,” he set the helmet down on the aging wooden table as you inhaled and exhaled slowly, “what’s wrong, little one?”

“I was wondering...once you and Fennec are settled and Din plans on leaving,” you found the ground intriguing as you studied the worn soles of your shoes before continuing on, “might I stay on? With the two of you? I-I know I’m not as skilled as either of you, but I swear I’ll pull my weight and do as much as I can - whatever you desire. I would just like to stay here.”

Boba paused for a moment as he looked you over and contemplated what you had asked him. He had no issue with you staying on, absolutely none, knowing you were both capable and a quick learner. It was the reason behind the sudden request that caused him to consider his words. As he watched you, and you grew increasingly nervous, a single tear, one of nerves and worry rolled down her cheek and fell to the sandy ground. 

“Of course you can stay,” his hand went to your shoulder as he delicately squeezed it in a sign of reassurance, “make sure your Mandalorian knows of your plan. It would be a great shock for him to be blindsided.”

“Yes.”

“Does he know about the baby?” he chanced his question, although he was sure he wasn’t too far off the mark. While he had no children of his own, he’d been around enough women to know when someone fell pregnant. Maybe the bounty hunter was extra perceptive, maybe it was a trait of the Mandalorians to all be nurturing and familial, but from the look on your face, he knew he was right on money. 

“How did you...I haven’t told anyone,” your eyes were wide with worry as you looked around to make sure no one had heard Boba. If Din were to ever find out, this would be the last way you wanted him to do so, “I-I found out two months ago and I just...I don’t know what to do. I’m scared and nervous and worried. I can’t just tell him - he’s got too much going on to worry about something else. I can’t do that to him.”

“You think it is a better idea to never tell him about his child and take away any decision he has in this?” ever the level headed negotiator, Boba had a point. Your lips pulled into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, “he deserves to know. Whatever decision he makes after that is up to him. It will tell you his true measure, although I am sure that is already quite apparent.”

“Boba, he’s the Mand’alor now,” you reached for his arm and held it tightly in your grasp, “I-I can’t have him worry about a silly thing like this. Especially not after...Grogu.”

“Tell me then, just what do you plan on doing with the babe?” it was a fair question to ask, and one you really needed to think about. The baby was going to come one way or another, so you would need a plan as quickly as possible, “were you going to have it and hide it? Hand it off to someone else? Raise it on your own and expect that he would never find out? He is your riduur-”

“And he is the Mandalorian and the Mand’alor,” you grew frustrated, not with Boba but with yourself. You knew he was right, you knew that you needed to tell Din but… it wasn’t that simple, “I can’t hold him back with a baby.”

“Suppose you don’t tell him,” Boba held up a hand for a moment as a musing glint entered his eye, “suppose you remain here and have ths child. Do you think he’s never going to come back to see you? Or for business? It would be awfully suspicious if he came in three or four months and found you round with child. It wouldn’t take much to put two and two together. It would be a greater pain, I think, if you were not to say anything and he came back to find the truth. You owe him at least some honesty.”

“You’re right,” you confessed quietly, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, “of course you are. I’m scared, Boba. I don’t want him to be angry and hate me or the baby. I don’t want to hold him back either. I want him to be happy…”

“He’d be a lot happier if you’d come to him with this first,” the voice startled you to your core as you realized exactly who it was. Swallowing the lump in your throat, your eyes widened in worry as Boba offered you an encouraging nod. Turning on your heel, you found Din watching both of you with intent; his expression was almost unreadable as your hands started to tremble.

“How long have you been standing there?” what a stupid question from a stupid girl.

“Long enough,” his voice was pointedly neutral as you nodded in understanding, “I think we need to talk.”

“Yes,” you agreed as you shuffled over to him, preparing yourself for the worst. 

Din was silent as he led you back to the quarters that served as your temporary home while you’d helped Boba and Fennec settle into their new roles. You followed close behind and swallowed the lump in your throat as he sealed the door. 

“It is it true?” he asked softly as his gaze shifted to your belly; there was still no evidence of your pregnancy just yet. But soon enough there would be, “you’re with child?”

“Yes,” you admitted, a hand slowly coming to rest on your belly, “I am. I found out…”

“Two months ago,” he finished for you as you nodded, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I was scared and nervous, Din!”

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked softly as you refused to meet his eyes, “Cyare?”

“I wanted to,” you whispered, “I planned on it-”

“When?!”

“Eventually,” you’d seen your husband angry before, but never quite like this...never at you, “I was scared and I panicked and there was so much happening at once.”

“You were scared?” he asked as you nodded. Din stepped closer and stopped in front of you, looking at you curiously as he realized just how hard this was for you as well, “were you scared of me?”

“No,” you grabbed his hand and quickly cut him off, “never of you. It was just everything all at once. With losing...him, everything with the Mandalorians and Boba and Fennec. There could not have been a worse time for this to happen. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

“You’re sorry?” a look of confusion marred his features as his eyes softened and crinkled in the corner, “whatever are you sorry for? In case you forgot, this didn’t happen just because of you. It takes two...nothing in life seems to go to plan, but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t have to work out, Cyare. You are my riduur and that is our child.”

A large hand found your belly as he pulled you into him, wasting no precious time before he wrapped his arms around you. You hugged him back, just as tightly, just as fiercely, clinging onto him like it was the only thing in life that mattered, “I should have told you sooner, please forgive me, Din. I should have come to you first…”

“I’m glad I found out,” he whispered as he pressed gentle kisses to the side of your head before pulling back and cradling your face in his hands, “before something else happened or we were separated. I’m not mad, I’m happy - really happy. It doesn’t matter that the timing isn’t perfect or we’re in a different situation than we thought we might be. I’m happy, Cyare. I love you beyond measure, and that includes our whole family - Grogu, and whatever other children we’ll have.”

“Yeah?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he agreed, “I hold you in my heart forever - you are my home, my heart, my family. We’ll figure this out together, I swear. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything, Din.”

“Don’t stay here,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, “stay with me.”

“Yes,” your smiled against his lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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[djarins-riddur]

Ad'ika.

Pairing: Boba Fett x F! Reader (pregnant).

Summary: You are pregnant with Boba's child, and you see another side to Boba.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: Mentions of throwing up. Pregnancy. Overall softness. Giving birth. Slight angst.

A/N: in honour of the book of boba

You hadn't been feeling well all day. The feeling of nausea had washed over you, and you knew something was off.

Boba had noticed that you weren't feeling too good. The fact that you had been laying in your shared bed for longer than usual, was a sign that something wasn't right. Usually you had been up for 5 hours by now, and had done everything you needed to do.

"Cyar’ika are you alright?" Boba asked quietly rubbing your back,

"I feel like I might-" You started, but then rushed to the refresher to throw up. Boba followed quickly, and knelt down beside you holding your hair back.

"Let it out cyare, let it out. I've got you." Boba reassured you,

He gave you some water, and helped you back to the bed. Laying down, you closed your eyes tired from throwing up. Boba got up for a moment, and left the room for a moment and came back with a bucket.

"Do you think you ate something that disagreed with you?" Boba asked quietly,

"No... I think maybe it's just a bug or a..." you responded stopping at the possible thought in your head. The thought of this happening was overwhelming you slightly, the thought of being pregnant with Boba’s child was something neither of you thought about.

“B-boba I think I might be pregnant.” You stuttered out rolling over to look at him,

”What? How do you know that might be a possibility? You might have eaten something, or just be feeling ill from catching something.” Boba responded thinking of what you just said. You looked up at him from your lashes and gasped at the reason.

”I’ve not had my cycle. And the fact that I’ve turned away food that I usually love. That says a lot.” You said quietly now looking away from him, not sure if he loves idea of being a father to an innocent, defenseless little being.

There was a wave of silence that washed through the room. He wasn’t saying anything and this was causing you to over think on things.

“Please say something Boba.” You let out in a small whimper, you were scared that he was going to go leave you. The profession of a bounty hunter was not a simple one, and certainly not a safe one at that.

”I’ll be a buir? We’ll have a little one we can look after?” He responded looking at you,

You nodded and smiled slightly, trying to reassure both you and him that this would be a good thing. Boba laughed wholeheartedly and drew you in for a hug, that slightly lifted you off the floor.

You giggled, and then tucked your head into his neck.

"If you are right cyar’ika, then this will be one of the best things that's happened to me." Boba whispered.

"Same here. We'll have our own little baby to look after." You replied.

Though the man that was currently in your arms had a hard life, was one of the most feared Bounty Hunters in the entire galaxy. He was one of the kindest to a select few. One of those few, was you. And now if it is true, the youngest member to your small family.

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A few months later:

After a while, it was confirmed by the medical staff in the Palace that you were in fact pregnant. You were 3 months pregnant now. The baby bump was starting to show.

Boba had been working almost all day now. You could tell he was getting tired of people asking for things, the way he snapped at people suggested he had enough.

You walked up to where he sat on the throne, a protective hand over your bump.

"Are you okay cyare?" Boba asked in his gruff protective voice,

"I'm okay honey, just wanted to make sure that you were not almost killing anyone." You replied placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Everyone out! Fennec, Din that means you two aswell." Boba commanded "Except for you pretty girl." He continued placing a hand on yours.

Din and Fennec nodded and waited for everyone else to leave, before leaving themselves. Since leaving the child with the Jedi, Din Djarin had been helping out around the Palace to help repay what Boba done for Din.

You smiled as everyone left, and walked around in front of Boba.

"How were your meeting my dear?" You asked as you pulled his helmet off gently,

"It was long and ardous mesh'la. But I am glad you saved me. How are you feeling today?" Boba answered smiling up at you.

"Still feeling a little nausea, and a little uncomfortable in other ways." You explained motioning to your breast. He nodded understanding. "But there is something I want to show you." You continued.

"Oh? And what would that be sweet one?" Boba asked,

You turned to the side, flattening the tunic you were wearing against your body. Boba's face lit up, your baby bump was now showing. He pulled you closer to him so you were stood between his legs.

"Hello there Ad'ika, I'm your buir." Boba whispered kissing your stomach gently,

You smiled and placed your hand on Boba's head, running over his scars gently.

"You're going to be such a good father Boba." You stated softly.

"I just don't want anything bad to happen." Boba admitted slightly embarrassed. You frowned, confused on what Boba was intending.

"Boba nothing will happen." You replied kissing his forehead,

"Meshla, you don't know that. I don't want something to happen, like it did when I was younger." He confessed quietly. Boba wasn't a quiet man, but when it came to talking about his past? He never talked about it. Until now that is.

"My father was a donor. The kaminoans used his DNA to produce clones with advanced ageing. But he asked for a clone who aged like a normal person, and that was me. D-during the clone wars... my buir was killed by the jedi." He explained looking away.

"I just don't want that type of thing to happen." He continued.

Your heart broke for Boba, he had lost his buir when he was young and had to grow up by himself.

"That's won't happen." You responded hugging him gently.

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9 months Pregnant:

You had been in the refresher washing your face as you felt a bit rough. As you stood there, you felt something drip down your leg. Looking down you saw a wet patch and realised, your water just broke.

"B-BOBA! BOBA!" You shouted, as you held your stomach,

A few minutes later, Boba and Fennec come running into the room.

"Mesh'la?! What's wrong?" He asked placing one hand on your shoulder and one on your stomach,

"M-my water just broke. I'm gonna go into labour." You explained looking down. Boba and Fennec guided you to the bed, and then Fennec went to get a medical droid.

He stroked your hair back gently and gave your forehead a soft kiss. Screaming as you went through a strong contraction, you gripped onto Boba's hand and felt as though you needed to push.

"B-boba I need to push now. Ad'ika isn't gonna wait." You whimpered, looking up at Boba,

"Okay, okay mesh'la. FENNEC, GET HERE NOW." Boba shouted down the corridor. Just then Fennec came in with a medical droid, and a few minutes later the head of the baby was crowning.

"Come on mesh'la, just a few more pushes and you can rest." Boba spoke softly. Sure enough a few more pushes later and you could hear cries.

You laid back your chest heaving from pushing so much.

"Congratulations y/n you have a little boy." You heard Fennec say, handing you your little boy. The medical droid and Fennec left the room, letting you and Boba welcome the little one.

Boba didn't often cry. Well as far as you remember he has never cried, but you knew that his eyes were watering.

"We should call him Jango." You whispered. You heard Boba's breathe stutter, and you handed over your son to him.

"R-really?" He asked looking down at the small form in his arms. You nodded and let your head lay back on the pillow closing your eyes.

"Get some sleep cyare, we'll both be here when you wake up" Boba stated smiling. As you fell asleep, Boba walked around the room softly bouncing Jango.

"Hey there Ad'ika I'm your buir. I'm gonna keep you and your mama safe, for as long as I can. I'll teach you everything once you're older." He spoke softly.

Waking up a few hours later, you found Boba and little Jango asleep on the bed next to you. You kissed the head of both of them. Boba was and is feared by many people. But getting to see this soft parental side of him, made your heart melt.

#boba x reader #boba fett #writing #star wars