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Fives pauses before he leaves the room again.

"Think about it, Rex," he shakes his head, and a ghost of a bitter smile crosses his face. "The only number she knows is yours. Yours, Rex. Why would she memorize it, if you didn't matter to her above all the others?"

Rex is rendered silent, and not simply because he can't combat the truth of what Fives is saying...

...He knows good and well who is waiting for him on the other end of the galaxy-- the one who spends her days vehemently lobbying to only ever address him and his brothers by name, and yet who bothered to memorize his CT number by heart anyway because it matters to them. All of them. It's the one thing that's theirs.

"We matter." Fives checked the hall ahead of him. "Each of us. Or else they wouldn't have put this fire in our chests to keep going. To do the right thing... You've always made that clear to us, Cap."

And when Fives flipped the lid to his bucket, he caught sight of the ARC pauldrons set on his shoulders in his peripherals,

"You made it clear to me."

Rex watched Fives leave. He didn't bother to keep him back to put his head on straight, get that temper in check... because it wasn't misplaced. It was righteous, a fair fury. Fives had it together-- always has, when it came down to it.

.. It's why Rex made him an ARC in the first place. He just hoped that fire didn't get him killed...

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Twisted Vows (Din Djarin x reader) 

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Prompt: head or shoulder massages, lover’s sick habit ie being too stubborn to let someone else help

A/N: Thanks for the ask lovely!!! DIN SICK FIC!! Please, this tin can is so stubborn, I bet he’s a real hard headed dummy when he is sick. But, ofc we love our Din &lt;3

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Din taking off the helmet, the creed being a real bitch to real life things like sickness, vomiting. 

Word count: 1.6 k

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Your eyes sparkled as you looked at the fruits before you, smiling at the shopkeeper. Your Din loved fruits but he never asked for them, he never asked for anything. Before he met you, he would often go days without eating, hopping around from planet to planet in a wild nomadic frenzy. Things only got worse when Grogu made his appearance, Din ate sparingly and gave most of his food to his baby. You loved cooking food, and you loved it when you had someone to feed. 

When you appeared, you gave Din the chance to love food again, to slowly grow into the shell he hunched in after becoming a Mandalorian. He always had shown you his grumpy exterior but you clearly knew about his soft interior. You’d only see his soft side whenever he would take care of his son and more recently, when he would take care of you.

Once you were happy with your groceries you made your slow walk back to your hut, picking some flowers along the way for your flower vase. You opened the ramp to the Crest and were about to slip your shoes off and placed them beside Din’s chunky boots when a peculiar sight caught your eyes.

Your partner’s helmet somehow had grown a pair of green arms and was waddling towards your direction, a spoon in one green claw. You smiled down at your little green monster, wondering where Din might be if his helmet was walking around the house. 

Your answer came almost immediately when you heard loud footsteps followed by a gruff “COVER YOUR EYES!”

You squeezed your eyes shut and heard Grogu giggling as he ran away from his dad. 

“Hey Din! Catch!” you unfurled your scarf and threw it blindly. 

“You can open your eyes now.” you opened one eye to see the big burly man in lounge clothes with your scarf around his face. 

You set your groceries aside and scooped up the thieving babbling toddler, pulling Din’s helmet off to reveal Grogu’s cute face, a loud sigh coming from the man before you . 

“Baby, what did we say about taking your Papa’s helmet?” you gently chastise, kissing his forehead gently as Din stomped towards you, stretching his arms out for his helmet. As Din got closer, you realised something was wrong. He was breathing weirdly, not his usual controlled breathing and his back was hunched slightly. He turned and gagged into his elbow, followed by a weak cough.

“Oh Din, are you okay?” you worriedly questioned, stretching your free arm out to feel his exposed neck but Din stepped back.

You narrowed your eyes at him and Din’s eyes widened under the scarf. 

You whispered “do the thing” into Grogu’s ear and he immediately raised his hand, causing Din to lurch forward and collide with you. 

“Not fair.” Din mumbled in defeat as you touched his neck.

“Din, you’re running a fever, that's it, back to bed or I’m hiding your helmet.” you say sternly.

“Fine, can I have my helmet back first?” he mumbled under the scarf and you nodded, shutting your eyes again as he removed the scarf from his face, dropping it onto his son’s face.

You opened your eyes as soon as you heard the hiss of his helmet and Grogu squealing under the scarf. You tutted angrily at the both of them as Din hung his head.

“Stop having beef with your own child, tin can.” you scolded the overgrown child in front of you, pulling the scarf off Grogu’s head. “Go to your room, I’ll come back with some stuff for you.”

You stared into his visor as you kissed the top of Grogu’s head again. The Mandalorian sauntered off, not before mumbling something under his breath. You smiled as you caught the last bit of his sentence.

“I’m the one who is sick but he gets all the kisses.”

You shook your head and bent down to place Grogu in his bassinet before taking your groceries to the tiny kitchen. 

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Din tried to lay back and forget how his body was hurting all over. He groaned as he clutched his tummy, quickly slipping his helmet on before running out of his room. You watch worriedly as Din dashes past you and makes a beeline to the refresher.

You hear him emptying the contents of his stomach and your heart ached at the small whimper that accompanied the retching when there was nothing left for him to throw up. 

“Din, sweetheart?” you called as you stood outside the refresher. “You have your helmet on?” 

A small grunt of confirmation makes you throw the door open and you drop to your knees beside the Mandalorian who was now curled against the metal wall. Behind all of his pain, Din’s heart swelled with your respect towards his creed. He wanted to tell you what plagued his head and heart but all he could do was gag.

“Oh Din, maybe I should just leave, I-i don’t know what to do, I can’t help you if you don’t have your helmet off.” you say, your eyes brimming with tears. 

“I don’t know what to do either.” he whispered.

You laid down on the cold floor and curled up, facing Din, taking his hand in yours, an idea sparking in your mind. 

“Shall I suggest something really stupid then?” you say as Din’s mind calmed slightly at your touch. 

He grunted and you took a deep breath. 

“Marry me.” you whisper and through the fog of pure sickness, Din Djarin stares at you as if you were the craziest woman in the galaxy. 

“What?”

“You heard me. Marry me, then I can take care of you.” you say, placing a hand on his helmet, where his cheek would be. 

“You’re crazy.”

“And you’re sick.”

“Fuck.” Din had so much to argue about marrying him. 

He definitely was not a match for you, no matter how much his heart yearned for you, no matter how badly he wanted all of you to be his. 

“Din, I swear on my name and the names of the Ancestors, that I should walk the way of our love and the words that my heart sings shall be forever forged between us.” you say clearly, twisting the words of the creed that Din had used before dipping himself in the Living Waters. “You better agree before you throw up in that helmet, Djarin.”

Din slowly sits up and takes your hands, placing it under his helmet and letting you push it off to reveal his face. You stared in shock, not realising that he would be this pretty, despite being sick as a dog.

“Heya, husband.” you whisper as you run a finger down his nose, watching as his eyes flutter close. 

Din swallows and blinks, focusing on your face. Your fingers trace his lips, the ones you’ve had on you before in frantic times when you and Din’s desperations tipped over and the both of you lost control. 

“Your husband is gonna throw up all over you if you don’t move.” he croaked out and you shifted as Din bent over the bowl and retched. 

You rubbed the small of his back and whispered softly to him as he coaxed his stomach to relax. It took you a while to get the dizzy Din to get up from the refresher floor and lead him to his room. You pushed him down and handed him a pill that would calm his tummy, before slowly feeding him fruit that you had cut up for him.

Din could not express anything he was feeling, and he just accepted your unrequited love that you shoved at him. His eyes were downcasted after a while and you realised that he might not be used to someone seeing his face this long.

“Just yell for me if you need anything.” you said before standing to get up, but Din yanked you down despite being the weakest you’ve ever seen him.

“C-could you stay a while?” he whispered, his thumb gently tracing your wrist. 

You smiled and pushed his curls away from his forehead, making his eyes flutter close. 

“Of course.” you assured with a smile.

Din twitched awkwardly and you eyed him, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Is something hurting?” 

“Nah.” he croaked out after a long pause.

“You can’t lie to me, I’m your-”

“Wife, yea got it.” he huffed  and scowled, making you giggle. “My head and neck are a little uncomfortable.”

You nod knowingly. 

“Can you turn over?” you ask and Din hesitated before shaking his head.

You thought his stomach was still making him uncomfortable but in reality, Din just wanted to look at your face. 

You sat on the bed and crossed your legs, laying his head onto your legs. He looked up at you with big eyes, and you skimmed your knuckles across his warm skin. 

You begin with his temples slowly kneading them with your fingers until a soft sigh escapes his lips. 

“A little h-higher?” 

“Of course, love.” 

Din loved it when you called him that. He was your love, your only love, maybe second to Grogu, but he was yours. That reminded him…

“When I get better, I’ll tell you the proper vows.” he whispered, and you blink down at him before realising what he was talking about.

“Oh-”

“Yea, we’re definitely breaking the creed here, but I don’t care. I-i’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time…” he said before taking a deep breath.

“Shh, I know.” you whispered, placing a finger on his lips. 

Din couldn’t help but smile. Despite knowing that you knew, he wanted to hear himself say it.

“I love you, my riduur.” he says as his eyes became heavier by the way you were gently pushing all of his pain away.

“I love you too, Din Djarin.” you whispered as he drifted off to sleep, placing a lingering kiss onto his forehead and smiling down at him. 

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The Color of My One’s Eyes

Summary: A soulmate au, where Thorin and Rowena find each other through the unusual color of each other’s eyes. A pre-Quest of Erebor au.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield/ OFC Rowena

Rating: Teen

Warning: a tiny bit sensual, also some misogyny ( not from Thorin; he’s too gentlemanly).

Content: pre-Quest, Blacksmith Thorin, light angst, happy ending, Dwarven Ones, soulmates.

Word count: 1.9k words

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It was with some hesitation when Rowena left her father's house that early afternoon. As long as she didn't meet anyone at the smithy, she was fine. Except for maybe his newest smith, a Dwarf; the few he'd hired before tended to mind their own business. They were surprisingly polite to her sometimes. Just as well; they didn't know about her condition, nor care to, unlike the people in her village, especially that smith who'd worked for her father up until three days ago.

He'd told her she'd never wed because she was strange, and would've gone on with his taunts, but the fierce Dwarf who'd happened by had given him such a death glare that he'd slunk away swiftly. Her father had dismissed the smith after that, but Rowena was still saddened over the incident and almost too afraid to do her usual daily chore; taking food down for the smith.

"He was probably right too; I'm strange because I can't see deep blue, not until I find my soulmate by that color of his eyes," she thought miserably, "but he's not here in my village. Why was I cursed with that way of finding him?"

At least the Dwarf, whose hammer blows fell so hard and heavy now as she approached, wouldn't judge her, since he didn't know, nor would care to. She'd just pop in, leave the basket of lunch, and go, and resign herself to her usual life with her parents.

Another forge, another day's work, and another day's worth of suspicions and unkind words from Men, Thorin thought as he set up his tools to work. While the race of Men admired Dwarven crafts and skills, they were all too often unkind and cruel, and Thorin was naturally suspicious of them, one and all. Or the men specifically; they weren't good to their women at all.

He still remembered Dwalin sharing how he'd stared down and frightened a man who'd taunted a young woman, here in this very village. How they could be so cruel to such precious creatures was more than Thorin could understand. No Dwarf would ever treat a Dwarrowdam in such a manner. And Thorin knew well he'd never treat his One in such a fashion- assuming he ever did find his One. Her eyes would be emerald green ( he saw that color as gray), and she certainly wasn't among the Dwarves who lived near his home.

Well, he'd do his week's work, collect his coppers, and head back to his home, away from these heartless Men. Dis would be happy he'd found something; her boys were growing rapidly and needed food and clothing. He had no time at all to worry about his One.

Shedding his tunic, Thorin took up the tongs, and soon his strong hammer falls rang throughout the smithy as he shaped the glowing piece of metal into a pickaxe head.

Rowena entered the smithy, fully intending to leave the basket and go, but the hammer's ringing blows were so strong and loud she had to stop a moment and watch the Dwarven smith at his labor, if only for a moment. Surely he wouldn't know- oh!

He was shaping a pickaxe head with strong yet precise blows on the anvil, but what really caught Rowena's eyes was him; he was stripped to the waist and gloriously muscular. Black designs of a raven and some strange runes were inked across his skin. Rowena couldn't take her eyes off his rippling biceps, back, and chest muscles as he moved around with his tools; they did something to her, igniting a strange, unfamiliar warmth in her belly, and a blush across her cheeks. She had to step closer...

It was precisely in that moment Thorin chose to look up from his labors. He started when his eye landed upon a young woman with blooming cheeks practically opposite him. How long had she been watching him, he wondered.

Rowena jumped when his startled eyes met hers; she hadn't expected those keen eyes to catch her gawking like a lewd girl as he labored, half clad, at her father's forge. Eru, she was being lewd. And her father would be so angry with her for that.

"Sir, I'm- I'm very sorry-" she stammered, trying to look everywhere else, but at him. In vain; his glorious naked chest was branded deeply into her memory.

"Just- just give me a moment." Thorin's cheeks were blooming too as he reached for his tunic. He hadn't expected company, from a daughter of Man, no less, to come walking in. And, Mahal, she'd caught him half naked too! Why that suddenly made him feel flustered, he didn't know.

"I'm decent," he said briefly, tugging his tunic hem sharply. He hoped she wouldn't tell his employer; the last thing he needed was to be dismissed for being half naked in front of a respectable woman.

The woman turned her face to look at him, her cheeks still glowing with shame.

"I didn't mean to gawk- don't tell my father- the man who hired you- please!" She sounded almost frightened. "He always told me that unwed women shouldn't look at unclad men!"

Now that he knew that she was more worried about getting in trouble than he was, Thorin felt a rush of relief and sympathy. "You have my word of honor; I will say nothing to your father." He caught her eye. "I usually don't strip naked when I work, but it got too warm for even a Dwarf in here."

Rowena nodded, relief flowing through her, as she held Thorin's steady gaze. Eru, her father would've been so angry if he'd known. "I am Rowena, daughter of Hal," she said simply.

"I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain." Thorin spoke cautiously, ever wary of sharing his royal titles among strangers.

"I am pleased-" Rowena stopped. She blinked furiously, telling herself she wasn't seeing things. But somehow, Thorin's eyes weren't gray anymore. If anything, they were a beautiful color; deep blue with a silvery cast, and they complimented his long dark lashes beautifully. He was so- Rowena stopped her thoughts. He isn't- how did that even happen?

"Rowena-" Thorin stopped, frowning. He could've sworn Rowena's eyes were gray a short while ago. Right now, they were emerald green, the prettiest shade of green he'd ever seen, and the color made her skin glow. Mahal, she was beautiful- Thorin stopped his thoughts fiercely. Why am I thinking that of a daughter of Man?

"Thorin, what- how? I couldn't see that particular shade of blue until just now. I- I don't even know what to say." A feeling of dread and rejection gripped Rowena; what if Thorin was angry about her being his soulmate? It couldn't be denied; she couldn't see deep blue until the moment she'd looked into his eyes, and Eru bless her, her soulmate had beautiful eyes.

"I don't know." Thorin was baffled. "I didn't know what emerald green looked like, until you came in. I'd always known that my One would have eyes of that color. I didn't expect to meet her here, among Men." Frankly, he wasn't sure how to explain his conflict; he'd always been suspicious of Men and their ways. And now his One was of the race of Men. Thorin wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Rowena's heart sank. He didn't want her clearly; she was of a race he didn't seem to like, possibly for serious reasons of his own, but it still hurt. She turned her head away slowly; best he didn't see her cry.

"Rowena!" Remorse stricken, Thorin was beside her swiftly. Durin forgive him, he'd hurt his One by judging her along with the unkind members of her people. "I didn't mean to be so harsh."

"Thorin-" Rowena let him draw her close; she put her arms around his broad shoulders, threading her fingers through his hair. It was thick, but so soft in her hands. And if she was still crying, it was with joy this time as Thorin pulled her closer. He did want her. "Thorin, I forgive you. It's that- I've never been treated kindly for being different. The smith before you- he was so mean to me one day, and blessed be that Dwarf who frightened him."

This was interesting. "Was he a fierce looking Dwarf, with tattoos on his hands?" Thorin asked intently.

"Why, er, yes. And fierce eyes too. He did frighten me a little. You know him?" Rowena lifted her head to look at him. Thorin chuckled grimly. "He is Dwalin son of Fundin, my cousin and guardsman. He was looking for work here too, which he couldn't find, and he told me about frightening a Man for taunting a young Woman." His blue eyes grew fierce for a moment as he stroked Rowena's tear streaks with his thumbs. "Women are scarce in my race; we protect and cherish them. You would've never been subjected to such treatment had you lived among my people, Rowena daughter of Hal. This Man will regret it yet."

"Thorin, please don't get into trouble on my account. It's in the past now." Rowena nuzzled into Thorin's palms with a soft moan; she quite loved his large, hard hands, and the thought of them touching her sent a rush of warmth through her.

Her reaction wasn't missed; Thorin's eyes suddenly darkened as he looked into hers. Then he was drawing her face closer to his; Rowena's hands threaded into his hair to clasp his nape, drawing a sensual rumble from him. "Rowena," he growled.

"Thorin," she whispered breathily, just before their lips met.

Their kiss was soft, gentle as Thorin carefully explored Rowena's mouth; his beard was prickly but soft against her skin. Rowena hummed contentedly, soaring amid the joy of finding her soulmate and the realization that she loved him, wanted him.

Then he was nipping her lip, asking entrance; Rowena parted her lips, and moaned when their tongues met, entangling together in a heated kiss that grew deeper. Her legs quivered from the forced bending over, and Rowena knelt down. Thorin gripped her waist, drawing her closer with one hand while his other hand tenderly held her nape.

They parted, panting and starved for air, but Thorin didn't release Rowena, not just yet. He nuzzled against her, savoring the softness of her neck, cheek, and form; she wasn't as hard and broad as a Dwarrowdam, but she was his One and his soulmate, and all the more beautiful. "Rowena," he murmured against her hair, "Rowena, my love, my Amrâlimê."

"What does it mean, Thorin?" Rowena was certain it was something lovely, judging from his tender tone.

"It means my beloved, in the language of my people," Thorin drew back to gaze at her tenderly, "and you're my beloved, Rowena. I was wrong to judge you by the actions of a few of your race." He looked serious then. "Not many have been kind to my people and I in our wanderings."

There was a long, sad tale behind those serious eyes, Rowena thought. "I'm sorry for how they've treated you," she said simply.

"Don't be, you're not like them." Thorin leaned in to nuzzle her nose. Rowena's eyes fluttered shut as she rested her brow against his forehead; stray strands of hair tickled her skin, sending pleasant little thrills flitting through her.

"Rowena?" She opened her eyes to find herself gazing into twin lakes of deep blue framed with long black lashes. Thorin's soft gaze warmed her to the core.

"Thorin?" Rowena whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment with a louder tone.

"I love you, Rowena daughter of Hal."

Nothing was brighter than the joy that shone in Rowena's eyes. "Thorin," she murmured, "I love you too."

Then they melted together as their lips met in another kiss; a tender, sweet kiss that spoke far more than they ever could.

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Trustfall

Frozen

The Touch Barrier

Ghivashel

Blue Mando-Paz Feels (braindump)

Spicy Edit 1 (lol)

Hamilkanera

Tea Times

The Barracks (might change)

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