#vencuyanir

[oloreaa]

Wrote about the Alderaan and Aq Vetina parallels.... when I tell you the pain—

#vencuyanir #for a future chapter that is being worked on #but.... them.... sharing childhood memories of places that are so long gone that they dont really remember it anymore...... #but cling to it so tightly because thats all they have left of it....... #😭 #rea rambles

[cc1010fox]

Trooper: I caught this clone wandering around so drunk that he couldn't remember his own designation, so I'm putting him in the drunk tank for the night. Stone: Fo--? Fox, after making a 'Sh!' expression: Sorry, Commander... Stone: Uh...It's...ok? I'll take him from here, trooper. Trooper: Yes, sir. I'll write up the report, sir. Stone, once they're at the cell: What are you doing? He can't arrest you! Why didn't you tell him who you were? Fox: He was so nervous, I couldn't interrupt him! You know how discouraged our vod'ike can get. He was trying his best. He's doing such a good job, Stone. Don't tell him... Stone: The arrest was good? Fox: Perfect. He just stuttered over a word or two, but who doesn't the first few days of their job? Stone: Since it was a good arrest--Fine. I'll come back in a few to let you out. I'll just tell him that your commander called for you. Fox: Great! Tell him he did a good job too. Stone: Of course.

#Commander Fox #Commander Stone #Coruscant Guard #Vencuyanir ‖ Queue

[grogusmum]

HAZEL'S THRO-BACK THURSDAY FRIDAY FIC RECS!

Hello everyone! Sorry I'm a day late, I got one rec, for our beloved space husband, so I decided to make it a Din Day!!

This rec comes from the delightful @tinytinymenace who said: I'd love to recommend Death and an Angel by @littlemisspascal . It was one of the first Din fics I read and the AU blew my mind. It was so inventive. Din as Death? Reader as a Cupid? Genius. It worked so well. I loved it.

I dug into my Din recs and here are some older fics that are just fantastic!

I want to spotlight a Din Djarin x m!reader smut with this wonderful fic by @pagannightwitch The Cloak

Next Up! Darkroom Din by @honestly-shite I love this so much, I'm thinking I need to reread it this weekend!

This is a very early favorite, Vencuyanir by @oloreaa this is the slowest of burns, friends.

Some Sort of Holy Rite @djarinmuse Din angst, and a kitchen haircut people. A KITCHEN HAIRCUT.

Welp, there you have it, I hope you dig into these Din Djarin deep cuts and have a lovely weekend!

Remember to tip your waitress, and by that, I mean show those writers some love with comments and reblogs!!

#hazel's thro-back thursday fic recs #din djarin #fic recs

[belgianreader2]

Art for @veelawings' fic "Vencuyanir", for @dinlukebigbang. Had a blast with all this, hope you all enjoy the fic as much as I've enjoyed capturing its vibes <3

#dinluke big bang 2023 #din djarin #luke skywalker #dinluke #the mandalorian #star wars #star wars fanart #grogu

[imarvelatthestars]

LABYRINTH OF MY MIND

Tucked away in a corner of the Corellian system, on the humble trade planet of Aurea, is the galaxy's best kept secret - a batch of brothers, formerly associated with the Grand Army of the Republic, who mysteriously vanished, their whereabouts unknown to all but the woman sheltering them for the past two years.

f!reader (nicknamed Taonga) x Tai, Commander Appo, Captain Vaughn, Sergeant Fox, & Sterling [no cl*necest!] - eventual smut

Chapters:

1. labyrinth [n., lab·​y·​rinth] - a complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find one's way; a maze 2. sha'kajir [adj., shah·kah·jeer] - over a meal, the breaking of bread 3. vencuyanir [v., ven·koo·yah·neer] - to sustain, keep alive, preserve 4. tome'tayl [n., to·mey·teyl] - memory 5. baj'hibir [v., bahj·hee·beer] - to learn 6. meshurkaan [n., mey·shoor·kahn] - jeweler, gem cutter 7. me'dinuir [v., me·dee·noo·eer] - to share, give to each other 8. al'verde [n., ahl·veyr·dey] - commander 9. eparavur [v., eh·pah·rahv·oor] - to feast, devour 10. laandur [adj., lahn·door] - delicate, fragile (sometimes an insult - weak, pathetic) 11. experiment [n., ex·​per·​i·​ment] - a scientific procedure undertaken to make a discovery, test a hypothesis, or demonstrate a known fact 12. taonga [n., tau·nga] - treasure, anything prized, applied to anything considered to be of value

Lore:

CC-1119, Commander Appo - TCW: Umbara arc & Revenge of the Sith

CT-0292, Captain Vaughn - TCW: Old Friends Not Forgotten

CT-0000/1010, Sergeant Fox - Revenge of the Sith

Sterling - TCW: The Phantom Apprentice

Tai (long story short - I wrote a fic for this guy and named him Tai about a year before he was named Nax in canon) - Obi-Wan Kenobi: Part II

#tai x reader #commander appo x reader #captain vaughn x reader #sergeant fox x reader #clone trooper sterling x reader #clone trooper tai #clone trooper sterling #captain vaughn #sergeant fox #ct-0000 #commander appo #x reader #star wars #tcw #clone trooper x reader

[dragonssxheart]

Vencuyanir

Satisfied with the answers shown to me. I can let go of so many of these destructive cycles. I can just really let go of so much. I can be there and be absent. I can work hard and take it easy. I can learn and forget. I can keep going, I can press forward, I can make progress. The journey is long and cruel, but I can let the sun shine on me.  I’ll get what’s mine. I will surrender it all. I am free.

#A Dead Mans' Thoughts/

[writereaa]

Vencuyanir Masterlist

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, F/M

Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)

Relationships: Din Djarin/Own Character, Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda, Grogu | Baby Yoda & Original Character(s)

Tags: slow burn, mutual pining, enemies to friends to lovers, canon rewrite/expansion, missing scenes, character study, relationship study, worldbuilding

Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, specific warnings above each chapter

Chapter 36: The Storm

Summary: Of storms, fevers and lanterns...

Wordcount: 9.5k

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin x oc #din djarin #star wars #vencuyanir #oloreaa writes

[obirains-archive]

A happy, happy, happy birthday to my friend @oloreaa!!! Siya is such a treasure and one of my favorite humans - along with her OC, Elana Lissiri of Vencuyanir. If you haven't read the fic yet, be sure to check it out! And if you have read it, check it out again because Siya deserves all the love and engagement 🥺 Much love and a happy year, my friend! (Click for better quality)

[Image ID: watercolor portrait of a young woman, based on Chinese actress Meng Ziyi, against a blue background. She wears a dark brown tabard over a red tunic and her black hair is braided in a four-tiered crown braid. The braid's tail falls over her right shoulder. She smiles at something just beyond the viewer.]

#please dont judge this like you'd judge an actual fanartist i m just a writer feeling playful #also had some pressing + scanning issues but we'll ignore those 4 now #fanart #art #elana lissiri #vencuyanir #siya tag :) #ocs #obirain.art

[oloreaa]

Let's goooooo!!!!

#only arc 4 left and then! i will do my absolute best to upload something as soon as i am satisfied witu it #rea rambles #vencuyanir #there are more goals but those are spoilers <3

[cc1010fox]

Fox, after hearing a vod clearing his throat at his office door: Whatever you need, I haven't had time since I started this job...You'll have better luck with Commander Thire or Commander Thorn. Trooper: Uh...Commander Fox...Sir? Fox, finally looking up from his work to see a trooper holding a tubie: Did you find a lost tubie? Trooper: Uh...No... Fox: ...Oh. You can take him to the Temple. They have a-- Trooper: No, it's nothing like that, sir. I just...wanted him to meet you. Fox: ...Meet...me? Trooper, gently sitting the baby on the desk, supporting him with one hand: Yes, sir...He's met his extended family on his mother's side, his grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins...You know...I think he should meet the people that I consider family. I know we're not close, but I look up to you. I think that's as close as I can offer to a grandparent for him. Fox, offering his hand to the tubie for a handshake after a long pause: Marshal Commander Fox, honorary cadet. Trooper, smiling as his son curiously grabs two of Fox's fingers: His name is Siolo. His mother says it means poet. Fox, smiling warmly: Honorary Cadet Siolo. That's a strong name, as strong as your handshake. There is nothing more powerful than the spoken word on Coruscant after all...I guess...I'm your ba'buir.

#Commander Fox #Coruscant Guard #[ He can't complain. He gets to play with a tubie after all. ] #Vencuyanir ‖ Queue

[cannedsoupsucks]

Din Djarin Fics - Series

FEBRUARY 2022

Assume all stories are 18+ and contain smut (no minors). Review all author’s warnings before reading.

A Galaxy Far Far Away by @grogusmum - Series Link

Borrowed Time by @mandoalorian ​ - Series link

Black Velvet by @im-poe-dameron ​ - Series link

Blast From The Past by @pedro-pascal-love - Series link

The Bracca Memory by @blueeyesatnight - 1, 2, 3, 4

Connections, Small and Profound by @mando-cyare - 1, 2, 3, 4 (Links to AO3)

Crack!fic: Waterpark!Din and friends by @starlightmornings - Series Link

Darkroom Din by @honestly-shite - Series link

Death and an Angel by @littlemisspascal - Series link

Dinner and Diatribes by @syndxlla - Series link

The Doctor’s Wife by @blueeyesatnight - A series of short stories 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Drifter by @princessxkenobi​ - Series link

God Among Mandalorians by @himbodjarin - Series link

Hidden Desires by @absurdthirst - Series link

Hurricane by @fisforfulcrum - Series link

Kernow by @honestly-shite - Series link

The Last Mandalorian by @littlemisspascal - Series link

Losing My Religion by @oonajaeadira - Series link

Lunar by @himbodjarin - AO3 Link

Magnetic by @something-tofightfor - Series link

Mando’s Intergalactic Taxi Service by @omgreally - AO3 Link

The Mechanic by @cornerficus - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, E

Merry Go Round of Life by @writeforfandoms​ - Series Link

Miscommunication by @ezrasbirdie - Series link

More to Love by @syndxlla - Series link

The Nomad by @clints-lucky-arrow - Series link

The Nursemaid by @blueeyesatnight - Series link

Silk by @juletheghoul - Series link

Pictures of You by @metahigh​ - Series link

Of Constellations and Creeds by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa - Series link

Resol’nare by @the-blind-assassin-12 - Series link

Rule Maker, Rule Breaker by @mandoinevarro - P, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 

Sanctified/\Desecrated by @221bshrlocked - Series link

Shakespeare in the Crest by @asta-lily - Series link

To Love is To Burn by @jura-moon - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Touch Me by @cornerficus - 1, 2

Vencuyanir by @oloreaa - AO3 Link

When She Fell From The Sky by @mandosmistress - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Unexpected by @maybege - AO3 Links Part 1, 2, 3

Check out my other Pedro character rec lists! Link

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #mando #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mando fanfiction #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #the mandalorian #star wars #css masterlist

[dameronology]

january fic recs

these are a mixture of both mine & your guys' fic recs from last month! thank you so much to everyone who sent one in, and if you have any you'd like to see on the list for this month, drop me a D.M (all warnings + summaries are taken from the fics themselves)

marvel

picking up the pieces by @pvrkers (peter parker social media au) - in which brad davis breaks your heart one day and you have to be the one to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. your friends, especially peter parker, are there for you as you begin the little journey of fixing your heart… (warnings: self deprecation + self depreciating humour)

car rides with the avengers by @jedi-valkyrie

grocery shopping with the avengers by @angelyuji

yelena being protective of a hurt reader by @randomfandomimagine

star wars

hope is like the sun (poe dameron x oc) by @pioneergirlsie - eila terryn joins the Resistance and meets a certain flyboy. set prior to tfa.

vencuyanir (din djarin x oc) by @oloreaa - about to be taken away from arvala-7, elana only has two objectives: keeping bean alive and getting away from the mandalorian. (warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, specific warnings above each chapter)

fighting for you (poe dameron) by @im-poe-dameron - poe knew when to fight for things. he knew when to fight in battle against the first order, and knew when to fight for his rank as general. only he didn’t seem to know how to fight for you. but he would definitely try.

#fic recs #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #yelena belova x reader #din djarin x oc #star wars smut #poe dameron x oc

[imarvelatthestars]

III - Vencuyanir

masterlist

Series Pairings: f!reader x Tai, Commander Appo, Captain Vaughn, Sergeant Fox, & Sterling [no cl*necest!]

Chapter Pairing: f!reader x Captain Vaughn

Content: 1st date shenanigans and awkwardness, fluff, light angst, reference to the presumed death of canon characters; also Aurea is basically space Aotearoa (you can pry this headcanon from my cold, dead fingers)

Notes: I may also have taken this as an opportunity to integrate Māori culture into SW again. It's may way of honoring Tem's heritage and trying to make room for Pasifika fans in the fanfiction world. I'd recommend looking up tukutuku and whakairo artistry, as well as the tangihanga mourning tradition, to get a better visualization of what I mention in this chapter.

vencuyanir [v., ven·koo·yah·neer] - to sustain, keep alive, preserve

The war had taken a lot, not just from Vaughn, but from all of his brothers, the entire diaspora of clones. Too many had been lost in a fruitless battle, too many left damaged beyond repair once the fighting was done. He thinks on it every day. It fuels the ache beneath the pitted scar on his chest, the one piece of him that’s never fully healed. Even now, on a day that should be a happy one, he feels the possibility of what could have happened, what his fate might have been had the galaxy chosen to revel in its cruelty – at least, more than it already had.

These are the ruminations that take him to the alley he knows better than any other in the city. He runs his fingers over the paint-caked bricks, checking for patches that need touching up and noting them in the back of his mind. The whites and grays look the worst, being both sun-bleached and dirt-stained with the grime of the city, although there are some blues that might need his attention.

He pats his palm flat against the wall. “I’ll see you later, Commander. I’ve got a surprise for you.” His face burns with the effort of smiling, or maybe that’s just the sting of his tears. “You’ll like her. Promise.”

They’d drawn straws and Vaughn had been the one to draw the longest. That makes today his alone, unhindered by previous outings or expectations. While you still can’t help devolving into giggles at the prospect of a date with you being left to the chance of the draw, more than anything you find that you’re grateful they hadn’t asked you to choose for them. In no galaxy would that have ended well. And doing so would only have felt like picking a favorite, which you refused to do not only because those were the ground rules Appo had laid out, but because you never wanted to make any of them feel like they were less than. It’s been tricky, though, navigating that fear in a relationship with five brothers all keen on spending time with you.

In the span of a week, you’ve discovered that Fox isn’t the only one eager to bask in your presence, or to steal a kiss when the others aren’t looking. It had started with Vaughn the morning after the agreement had been made. He was preparing to leave for work, pulling on his boots and settling his coat over his shoulders, when he saw you shuffling out of the bathroom post-early morning pee break and came down the hall to ask if he could kiss you. (He had done so with such care, so intently and tenderly that the mere memory of it still makes your knees weak.) Next had been Sterling, pressing his own farewell kiss to the side of your temple before then tilting your chin up and stealing another from your lips in the moments before he stumbled out the door. And though he hadn’t yet bridged the gap between friend and partner just yet, Appo had begun... hovering, watching, not daring to take what you hoped he wanted, but still allowing himself tiny moments of almost somethings – his palm flat in the small of your back when he passed by, the stirring of his breath on your skin when you turned to pass him his dinner plate and your hand caught in his, and of course, the intermittent fielding of Fox’s eager attentions when Appo considered him overly zealous, which had only led to more playful bickering between the two and a noted increase in mischievous Fox behavior, including the frantic flurry of kisses and whispers in the hours after he returned from work and before the commander could finish his shift, which you hate to admit continues to warm you from your belly up even now.

Tai, on the other hand, has remained distant. His brothers have privately encouraged you not to take it personally. There are battles he’s still fighting, ones that can only be fought in the recesses of his mind and are only ever won with a streak of hope. Apparently, that streak of hope is you. You offer your companionship when you can, a hand to hold in the darkness and uneasy quiet, and to his credit, Tai allows it. You only hope he’ll find his way in the war he’s waging now, back to you or his brothers, it matters not, so long as he comes home at the end of the day.

“Hey,” comes the gentle rumble of Vaughn’s voice as he seeks out your hand. His fingers squeeze around yours as you come tumbling into the present. “Think I lost you for a second there.”

You maneuver your hand around to return the squeeze, finally blinking out of the unintentional trance you’d fallen into to properly focus on him instead. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

“Anything important?”

Rather than pass it off as nothing, you decide to indulge in a moment of vulnerability, to enjoy the fact that Vaughn is no longer a friend kept at a polite distance. He’s someone you can open up to now, who you can confide your more private thoughts to. You hum thoughtfully. “A lot’s happened this week.”

“That bad?”

“I didn’t say that.”

He returns the smile you flash him, and you soon find yourself tugged closer by your joined hands. So far, you have the exact opposite of an idea of what this date is going to contain. You’re dressed for a day out in the Aurean winter, more mild this year than it has been in years past and so only requiring a double layering of clothes to keep warm, but you have no foundation for what to expect.

The first clue comes when your initial walk from the flat takes you to a small food court area, one you’ve not visited before. “Hungry?” Vaughn asks, though it’s more of a nicety than a true confirmation considering he had told you to bring your appetite with you today.

You stuff your hands into your coat pockets as you peruse the menu projected from the side of the food cart. Some of it you recognize, but the majority of the dishes listed are ones you’ve never even heard of, let alone tried.

“What’s good?” you ask after expressing your confusion on the listings.

“Fried nyork’s pretty good, or the silverfish sourfry. Depends what you’re in the mood for.”

It hits you in an instant, seemingly out of nowhere. One minute you’re debating on your lunch options, and the next you find yourself gazing at Vaughn as if he were the one the put the stars in the sky himself. It’s so casual, this moment, so ordinary, but to see him standing beside you, knowing this is only happening because this is a date, because he wants to be with you, because he’s chosen you above everyone else he might have had, it suddenly strikes you just how much you already love him.

You barely make it through your order (which he insists on paying for no matter how you needle him) before you all but throw yourself at him, curling your fingers around the lapel of his leather jacket to tug him down to your level and kiss him properly. It isn’t shy or restrained, there’s no shame or uncertainty now. All the things your heart feels but cannot say just yet are poured into this kiss. And you tremble at the touch of his hand on your cheek, your waist, tugging you in, seeking, grasping, wanting.

“What, what was that for?” he asks once you finally pull back, though he doesn’t let you go far. He keeps his hand at the back of your neck, and it anchors you into place.

Your teeth worry at the inside of your cheek. “Was that alright?”

He laughs and his smile is dazzling. “Fuck, are you kidding? Of course it was,” and then he’s kissing you again, smiling too broadly for it to work right but refusing to quell his excitement. “Just wanna know what I did so I remember t’ do it again.”

Hands smoothe over wrinkled clothing and noses rub together as you both attempt to regain some decorum.

“Vaughn, you can kiss me whenever you want to.”

That lights something impish in his eyes that prompts him to lower his mouth to yours a second time, this one much less chaste and much more lingering. “I can do that.” A peck this time, short and sweet. “Kar’ta.”

Something in your chest flutters. “What’s that mean?”

“Mm, ‘s Mando’a,” he mumbles as he leans in and kisses the bottom corner of your jaw. “You like it?”

Flutter-bys are starting to rustle about in your stomach now. It’s not that he’s touching you in any way that could be considered inappropriate, or being particularly lewd in the type of kisses he grants you, but after a year of pining and two years of noticing, after all that time of knowing only your own touch in quiet of the evening or the chill or your shower, it’s enough to make your entire body come alive.

A shiver runs through you when he stops, though he doesn’t drift too far away. The scar on his cheek wrinkles when he grins at you.

“I do. I don’t understand it, though.”

“That’s alright, love. You’ll learn it soon enough.”

Hm. Curious. “Will I, now?”

The Pantoran minding the stand calls out the number of your order by that point, which takes Vaughn from you before he can answer, though you’re not entirely certain he had intended to give you a real answer in the first place. He’s suddenly very coy. It’s cute, if not intriguing, so you decide to play along for now. Maybe you’ll download a Mando’a application to your comm and find out for yourself.

Lunch is a simple affair, interspersed with fumbling, awkwardly confident attempts at finding a rhythm between you. He cracks a joke, you crack another, both are absolutely terrible, and both send you into a fit of giggles.

“So, I was thinking.”

“Oh, that’s never a good idea.”

Vaughn narrows his eyes at you in a poor imitation of a scolding expression. Its effect is completely upended by the settling of his hand upon your knee where his thumb rubs softly into your thigh. “I was thinking,” and when you don’t interrupt him again, he continues, “I’d like t’ show you something.”

You flick the leftover wad of foil from your meal until it smacks harmlessly against his chest and tumbles back onto the table. “What is it? Or is that a secret, too?”

He shakes his head. “No secret, just… I’ve never shown you my work before.”

“Your work?” You think at first he means his job at the mechanic shop, which you have indeed never seen before, but that seems like such an odd choice to make for a date. Then you notice the bag he brought with him, his paint bag. You hadn’t thought much of it when you left the flat, but now you’re realizing he’s brought it for a reason. “You mean your art.”

“Thought it was time I finally showed you. Except, there’s a catch.” His mouth wrinkles into a smile that looks rather embarrassed, followed by the dipping of his eyes to a spot somewhere on your shoulder. “I want you t’ guess which one’s mine.”

Now this is something you hadn’t anticipated. Vaughn isn’t exactly the type to keep to himself, nor is he so loudly outgoing that he’s overeager to share anything and everything that he pleases. He’s always fit somewhere snugly in the middle, sharing what he chooses while keeping most thoughts to himself. You’ve known for some time that he has a proclivity for street art, mostly by picking up on the unintentional context clues he leaves behind in brotherly chatter and smudges of paint on his clothes and hands, but not once have you ever pushed him for it. You wanted him to be the one to take that first step in sharing.

The understanding that he finally feels ready to do so urges you to kiss him. With a hand still cupping his cheek, you smile. “I’d love to. In fact, I’d be honored.” His head tilts in your hand as he pecks the inside of your palm. “But what if I get it wrong?”

“You won’t,” he assures you.

His faith in you is encouraging, but you can’t help worrying that you may inadvertently offend him if you do guess wrong.

The first spot he takes you is no more than a block from the food court, still in the main hub of the city. The side of a business building has been painted in the typical Aurean style, a style so ancient that no one quite knows when and where it first originated other than the particular archipelago your island is a part of. A patchwork of red, black, and white tiling has been sprayed onto the building, meant to replicate the tukutuku pattern of the ancient ones. Atop the finished pattern is a crude rendition of a stormtrooper helmet that’s been painted over with a red slash – a wordless declaration of the planet’s hatred for the Empire and its lackeys.

“What do you think?” he asks.

Your fingers trace over some of the paint as you tilt your head back and admire the highest reaches of the piece, a good dozen meters tall. Someone put a lot of time and effort into this. It wouldn’t surprise you if Vaughn had crafted this one, but the choice to use tukutuku tells you it likely isn’t his.

“It’s very beautiful. And big.”

He chuckles. “But?”

“My vote’s on a native Aurean artist, if I’m being honest.”

Vaughn seems pleased by this, and nods to affirm your theory. “Told ya you’d be fine.”

You smile as his arm comes to settle upon your shoulders. “There’s not going to be a trick mural, is there?”

“No.”

“Am I being graded?”

Vaughn’s mouth curls into something smug and teasing as he side-eyes you for a moment. “D’you wanna be?”

“Oh, I dunno,” you shrug as casually as you can, pretending that your heart isn’t about to beat right out of your chest just from teasing him. “I’ve always wanted to be a teacher’s pet.”

“Really?”

It happens in an instant – the sudden touch of a hand on your chin, fingers grasping, tugging just enough to make you turn into him, the dropping of his eyes in the instant before his mouth lands upon yours and a flurry of fireworks and flutter-bys erupts in your belly. It’s quick, this kiss, but dank farrik, it’s enough to make your knees weak. And Vaughn is grinning when he retreats, eyes heavy-lidded and his lips damp.

“Cheeky.��

Your eyelashes flutter rather prettily in his direction. “Who, me?”

He squeezes his arm about you before withdrawing it, choosing instead to reach for your hand and hold it firmly in his. “Just what am I gonna do with you, huh?”

You grin. “I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out.”

The second mural is a few blocks away. It’s mostly stylized aurebesh with a couple of local flowers painted around the edges and corners. There’s nothing particularly compelling about this piece. It’s simple, although still impressive, but ultimately lacks personality; it looks like every other mural in Pā City. You really hope this one isn’t his.

“Well?” he asks after a minute, nudging you with his elbow to prompt you further.

“It’s nice,” you start, but your voice wavers a bit and you know it’s written all over your face how unimpressed you are.

Vaughn snorts. “Liar. Good thing this one isn’t mine, love, or I might be offended.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Yeah, well your sabacc face is shit.”

It’s true. At least he’s not offended, which was your sole concern, so he can tease you about it all he wants. Especially when he smiles like that, all teeth and dimples.

You kiss him again. You could kiss him for a lifetime, and it would never be enough. “You’ll have to help me work on it, then,” you say as you rub your nose against his.

“Mine’s shit, too.” And he presses you up against the wall and presses his lips to yours until you’re breathless.

You’re not entirely sure what you had anticipated when this arrangement first began, but you hadn’t thought that any of the men (apart, perhaps, from Fox) would be too keen on extended boughts of physical touch. They’re often touching each other with a clap on the shoulder or other casual shows of brotherly affection, but it never lingers. And with two years of mostly chaste behavior from the entire flat, you’d simply assumed touch and public displays of affection would be off the table. Restrained, at the very least.

You certainly don’t think that now. Even when he’s not kissing you within an inch of your life, Vaughn’s hands are everywhere. He can never seem to stop touching you. He’s always eager to hold your hand, to squeeze his fingers around yours or intertwine them and then flash you his signature grin when you spare him a glance after, but he’s just as enthusiastic about tucking your arm through the loop that his makes, or to rest his hand on your cheek, your waist, the curve of your shoulder blade.

Now that he’s got you right where he wants you, it seems his hands are wandering even more. His lips still and hover above yours, but Maker above, his hands! They press firmly into the dips of your waist, not enough to hurt in any way, but enough that the weight of his presence is undeniable.

“I’m not kissing you too much, am I?” he huffs as he eyes you warily.

A breathy “uh-uh” and a quick shake of your head is all you can manage.

“You’re sure?” His fingers curl into the fabric of your blouse, then unfurl and smooth out and down over your hips. Vaughn’s gaze flickers all over you and his breath clouds the air between you. “I don’t wanna overwhelm you. You’re just so kriffin’ beautiful, I don’t wanna stop.”

One of your hands shifts to cup the back of his neck. His hair is cropped close to his scalp in a high and tight cut, but you rub your fingers over the tiny strands anyway. It’s a shame there’s nothing there to grab onto to. You fix him with your flirtiest smile. “Then don’t.”

“Fuck.” His forehead drops against yours and suddenly, there’s a whole body pressing into yours, a knee slipping between both your thighs. “You’re dangerous.”

“I try.”

“You succeed.” He’s trying to laugh, but it’s stilted and unsure, hesitant. “A little too well. Are you trying to make me jump you in a filthy alley?”

It hadn’t been the plan, but you wouldn’t say no. Not to him. “I dunno, is it working?”

“Kar’ta,” he hisses. “Playin’ with fire, mesh’la. We still have half a date to finish and I’m already-.”

He cuts himself off so quickly that you worry for a second there’s something wrong, especially when he suddenly starts to remove himself from you and readjust his shoulders, his jacket, his entire stance. The words are nearly out of your mouth when you happen to look down and you see- well, you see a lot. Just one thing, really, but there’s a lot of it. The source of his sudden awkwardness.

“I’m sorry.” But only a little.

Vaughn just shakes his head. “’s alright. I, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“I liked it,” you blurt before you can think better of it. A hand settles upon his arm. “I like you, silly. And I’m flattered.” You turn your hand over so it’s palm up, then wiggle your fingers as a silent offering. “I feel the same.”

He blinks. “Yeah?”

“Very much so.”

There’s only so many ways you can say “please please please, never stop kissing me like that ever again, that was so hot, I want you in so many ways that it’s embarrassing” without actually verbalizing it like that. You’re not sure you’re ready to admit all that yet. But you think he understands you, and that’s enough.

“Date?”

You nod. “Date.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Always.”

This street is no different from any other. The buildings are dirty, and a few have sprouted ferns and moss from the constant wet of rain and ocean winds battering the city. It’s the mural sprawled across the brick wall of an old finance building that makes this street stand out.

A burst of black color dotted with stars and blaster fire serves as the background. At least a dozen men in personalized plastoid armor have been painted in a semi-realistic style, each one sporting a blue design on their bodies and a vibrant orange and white on their helms. One helmet looks remarkably familiar, not because the paint job is any different from the others, but because of the visor and attached antennae that his fellow soldiers lack. It looks identical to Vaughn’s.

Standing in the center and twice as tall as the others is a young Togruta woman. Her skin is the same orange color that marks the clone’s helmets, and the markings on her forehead match the patterns on the armor. It’s hard to tell just how old she is, but she looks fierce and brave. Her eyes somehow manage to gleam as if she were alive. You get the feeling that she may not be.

At the very top of the mural is a phrase written in Mando’a.

Perhaps he’s woven magic into his mural. All you know for sure is that it inexplicably draws you in until fingerprints touch paint-layered brick, and your eyes are stinging with unshed tears, and your heart aches.

Oh, Vaughn. You make an effort not to speak it aloud. You don’t want him to mistake your grief for pity, though it would be a lie to say you didn’t pity him and his brothers to some extent. Not when they’ve lost so much.

“Who is she?” you ask instead.

“Ahsoka Tano.” There’s so much reverence in those two tiny words, it nearly knocks you off your feet. “She was our commander. Got us through quite a few battles that wouldn’t have been won without her.”

“She’s beautiful.” And she is. Her eyes are a brilliant blue and her montrals are gorgeous. You can only imagine how remarkable she would have been in life.

“She saved my life,” he says after a moment. You turn then and see him rubbing a spot on his chest, just to the left of his sternum. It’s a spot he’s worried at a million times before when the weather’s too harsh or he pushes himself too far. All this time and you never knew.

You’re not sure what to say. Should you say anything at all? This moment feels too vulnerable to let it pass by without a more concrete sign of your recognition and respect, but you worry that opening your mouth now will end up being the equivalent of tripping over yourself at a wake.

Dark eyes meet yours. They’re red-rimmed and wet.

“Hey.” There’s a lot communicated in those three letters: “are you okay?”, “can I help?”, “I’m so sorry”, “it’s gonna be okay”.

Vaughn attempts a smile, but it’s so fragile that it crumbles under its own weight. “Hey,” he quivers.

Hands find each other as you draw him as close as he’ll allow, then your lips find his cheek, and his heart finds yours. “Thank you. For showing me. I know this means a lot to you.”

“Yeah. Figured it was time to, uh, introduce you two now that things are official.”

“I’m honored.” Your head finds the crook where his shoulder meets his neck while his arm finds your waist. “I wish I could’ve met her.”

“She would’ve loved you,” he says, and there isn’t a single second of hesitation before he does. It comes out of him as quickly as any other truth might. “She was smart and strong. Cheeky, too. Bravest Jedi I ever met.”

Two years isn’t a long time, but it had felt so long when you were living it. The chaos of inviting a group of men into your home, then rewiring your life to fit around theirs had made the days fly by fast but the weeks tick by painfully slow. And then you’d gotten to know each of them, they started laughing at your jokes and relaxing in your company, and you started to believe that you truly knew them. In some ways, you do. You know their moods and their favorite drinks, you know what makes them smile and what makes them hurt, but you forget sometimes that you don’t know them nearly as well as you think you do, as well as you would like. They’d been fighting in your war for years before they ever met you.

You want to know more. You want each brother to know that they can find their new homes in you whenever they grow weary, that they’re always welcome to drop their burdens with you.

“What does the Mando’a say?”

You think you see a glimmer of the soldier he once was in the way he stands now, the upward tilt of his chin, the stern set of his jaw. “Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la. ‘Not gone, merely marching far away.’ We say that for all our lost vode. Brothers,” he adds when he sees you frowning in confusion. “Siblings. The commander was as much a part of us as any clone.”

“Then she was very lucky.” You rub the palm of your hand over one of his pecs in what you hope he finds to be a comforting gesture. “Will you tell me more about her? It, It doesn’t have to be now if you don’t want to, but I thought. If you wanted to… I’d love to hear more about your brothers, you, anything.”

“It’s not all good,” he says, and there’s a warning in his eyes that looks terribly haunted. It’s not something you often see from him.

Regret prompts you to backtrack as delicately as you possibly can. “I understand. I didn’t mean to push you-”

“No. No, I know.” He sighs, and his attention finally refocuses on the mural, on the commander. “War’s never easy. Some of us wear our scars better than others, but the pain still lingers.”

There’s another heartbeat of that pain as it permeates the air around you both, seeps through his clothing and into your skin, and it tastes the way you imagine blaster fire would. And then he blinks, and Vaughn is his usual chipper self. His smile slides into place and the corners of his eyes crinkle, and you realize that you may indeed know much about him, but you might be more familiar with the mask he wears than the man beneath it.

“Well, I didn’t bring you here just t’ mope at you. I had somethin’ else in mind.”

Before you have a chance to ask, Vaughn slings his paint bag off his shoulders and starts pulling out cans. One is extended to you. It’s tall and silver on the outside, no labels or brand names except for a hastily written color name in permanent ink. Yours is white, though you could have discovered that for yourself just by glancing at the dried paint dribbling down the sides.

Spray art is an underappreciated talent. So often, it’s considered as something easily learned and easily performed, a quick tossing together of shapes and colors that anyone can make on their own. It doesn’t help that it’s often looked down upon by those clinging to their ideals at the high end of the social ladder. You’ve misjudged it yourself many times and only started broadening your opinions on the matter once Vaughn came around. With him, though, you learn that it’s so much more.

Before you even begin your piece, you have to know how to paint. You can’t simply point and spray. The way you hold the can, the angle you point the nozzle in, the amount of pressure used, all of it affects the finished piece. Then comes the art itself. Do you know how to stylize your letters? Are you creative enough to work around your mistakes? Do you know how colors complement each other?

However artistically inclined you thought you might have been beforehand, it pales in comparison to Vaughn’s talents. He is, of course, infinitely patient with you and encouraging whenever you get flustered or upset. He shows you all the beginner’s tips and tricks he knows, and after an hour you’ve found that you’ve improved, though your patchwork touch-ups look more like childish scribbles when compared with his. Still, you’re happy he wanted to teach you, that he chose to share something so important to him and his brothers with you, to even let you add your own paint to the memorial.

It's a big show of both trust and respect, and you take neither lightly.

Dinner is a picnic at the top of the nearest hill that shapes the valley of the city, made up of sandwiches and drinks bought at the tram station. You settle on a park bench at the base of the reserve water tower, whose walls have also been sprayed, though not by Vaughn’s hand. This mural is a lovely display of ancient Aurean carving motifs and the imagery of an indigenous Aurean man overlooking the area. The sun is starting to set and has cast the city, the hills, and the lake into shades of orange, yellowish-white, and blue; a sherbet sky in the colors of the 332nd company.

“Thank you,” you tell him, “for sharing that with me. I loved every minute of it.”

“So did I.” There you stay until the first stars begin to peek out from behind the clouds. And even then, you stay out far later than you should, watching the sky transform. Vaughn presses the cold tip of his nose into your neck and your equally cold fingers find comfort in the warmth beneath his arms, and you laugh, and kiss, and are the happiest you’ve been in a long, long time.

He returns to the mural later in the week, unable to shake the sudden onslaught of memories that have overwhelmed him the past few rotations and hoping that if he can just look at the commander for a minute, remember her how she was rather than lose himself in what she’s ceased to be, he can find some peace. What he doesn’t expect is to see an e-lantern propped against the wall, flickering softly in the fading light of the early evening. A green kawakawa leaf and a white flower have been pinned beneath the lantern.

He forgets how to breathe. Aurean tradition dictates the use of such plants for mourning rituals, most often in the form of wreaths worn by the deceased. In a flurry of tears and fumbling fingers, Vaughn whips out his comm and sends you a message.

You reply a few heartbeats later: yes, i hope that’s okay?

Vaughn inhales so sharply that it hurts deep in his throat. It hits him all at once. He loves you. Kriff the Empire, kriff the galaxy, kriff anyone and anything that isn’t you (or his brothers), because literally nothing else in this life will ever compare to the wonder that is you.

His comm chirps about a minute later: i love you too 💕

It’s the first time either of you have said it aloud, though he’s certainly thought it before. Vaughn rushes home soon after. He wants to actually say it to you. He wants to see your face when he does. He wants you to know just how much it means to him that you remembered his sister, his brothers, and honored them the way you would honor your own dead.

#captain vaughn x reader #captain vaughn x you #captain vaughn #tcw #star wars #x reader #clone trooper x reader #labyrinth of my mind

[writeforfandoms]

Ok Jennibean!

Happy 800 again my friend!!!💚

We read a lot of the same stuff,so I hope hit on something you've not read

Fragile Normality @scribbledghost

Wolfe in Sheep's Clothing @yespolkadotkitty

Hunter's Gambit @chaoticgeminate

Vencuyanir @oloreaa

Thank you my dear!!! Ooooh these are some good recs! I recognize a couple but the other two are new to me, which is fantastic!

Thank you so much Hazelnut! You've been entered 💖

#jen's 800 celebration

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[writereaa]

Vencuyanir Ch. 37 - The Decision

Vencuyanir Masterlist

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, F/M

Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)

Relationships: Din Djarin/Own Character, Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda, Grogu | Baby Yoda & Original Character(s)

Tags: slow burn, mutual pining, enemies to friends to lovers, canon rewrite/expansion, missing scenes, character study, relationship study, worldbuilding

Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, specific warnings above each chapter

Chapter 37: The Decision

Summary: Mando makes his decision. Elana makes hers.

Wordcount: 7.7k

#vencuyanir #im not gonna do the whole thing again im too tired for that #here. have it