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Partners In Crime - Masterlist
Summary: The Child wasn’t the first time Mando broke a contract to save someone. You were the first, presumed dead thanks to his help after he was supposed to capture you. Now, you work under a false name with Mando to pay off your dues. However, as time drags on and he breaks another Guild contract, buried feelings between you two bubble to the surface.
Warnings: violence, mentions of abuse, traumatic past, lots of angst, slow burn
A/N: The parts will follow chronological order but won’t be exact replicas of the episodes used (it’s a real pain). Also there will be inconsistencies as I am still new to the fandom, I only started getting into Star Wars like 2 months before Rise of Skywalker came out. So please be gentle!!!
Prelude:
Part 1 - The Deal
Season 1 and 2:
Part 2 - Two Makes Three
Part 3 - Never Lose Me
Part 4 - Beskar and Broken Hearts
Part 5 - Heavy Weighs the Helmet
Part 6 - Loss and Gain
Part 7 - Brown Eyes
Part 8 - Beauty Guarded By Armour
Part 9 - Too Hard To Say Goodbye
Epilogue:
Part 10 - Partners In Crime
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Part 1 - The Deal
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Summary: The Child wasn’t the first time Mando broke a contract to save someone. You were the first, presumed dead thanks to help after he was supposed to capture you. Now, you work under a false name with Mando to pay off your dues. However, as time drags on and he breaks another Guild contract, buried feelings between you two bubble to the surface.
Warnings: Violence, sarcasm, some pretty spicy angst
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter alludes to different types of abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.
Against the harsh winds of Hoth, your wisps of breath seemed like a whisper. Pulling your hood further over your head in attempt to block out the cold, you trudge on through the many feet of snow before you. On the run, a bandit, an escapee, a one way gate to a mighty sum. That’s all you were to anyone anymore. But who were you before that?
You were nothing.
During the Siege of Mandalore, you were separated from your parents, and quickly snatched away.
Dropped on the doorstep of a ring fighter, your life was nothing but pain and struggle. From the moment you could walk, you were trained with blasters, snipers, sabers, any weapon imaginable. You learned within days that losing was not an option. Not unless you wanted another slew of scars to appear upon your back. Not unless you wanted to be locked into the room with the opposing handler you had lost too.
You couldn’t take it anymore.
You broke out from it all, trying to kill your handler in the process. Unfortunately, you had to choose between your freedom and killing the bastard that took it in the first place. For years, you kept bounty hunters off your trail, habiting the most desolate of planets. With each day passing by, the sum would get higher, the more hunters sniffing you out.
That’s what lead you here, on the frozen, desolate rock known as Hoth. Bundled in Gherlian fur lined coat and pants, you found refuge in a small cave that blocked you from the bitter snap of the wind. Exhaling once more, you watched as the frozen air quickly disappear. Why couldn’t it take you with it?
You pull out what’s left of your rations and water from your pouch in an effort to find your fire starter. Except it wasn’t there.
“Haar’chak!” you exclaim in Mando’a, your mother tongue.
A subtle crunch in the snow reverberates into your ear, making you want to freeze. You resist the urge, to hesitate was weak. Instead, you feign innocence in trying to find the stolen starter. Really, you were slipping out your dull blade, ready for the attack.
“I haven’t heard that language in a long time” a modulated voice says from behind you, holding a very warm blaster to your head.
Without a stutter, you spin on your ankle and stand, smacking the blaster away. Still holding the blade, you press it right under the masked menaces helmet, where the only skin you could see that was exposed. His hand quickly grabs the dagger, twisting your wrist to turn you around.
But you were smarter. As he spins you, you send your ankle back, hitting him right where the sun don’t shine. A loud groan translates through the helmet with static, but he doesn’t back down. Wrapping his arm around your neck, he holds you close to his body, grabbing a knife of his own.
“Give up,” his static filled voice says.
“Hmm, no,” you whisper despite the lack of air, sending your head into his face and escaping his grip.
As he recollects himself, you kick the fallen blaster in front of yourself, bending down, seizing it, and aiming it directly for his helmet. But your steady hand becomes shaken as you get the full view of your attempted captor.
“You’re a Mandalorian,” you say.
“You’re a smart one, aren’t you?” he spits, sarcasm laced in his tone.
Knowing that the helmet is made of Beskar, you drop the now useless blaster and sigh.
“I thought a man of your honor would leave me alone,”
“I’m a part of the Guild. I don’t ask questions.”
“Maybe you should,” you reply, an intense glare in his direction sent from your eyes.
“Look, lady, I’m just here for the money. I don’t care about your life story,” the Mandalorian says as he pulls a pair of cuffs from his belt.
With a sigh, you hold your wrists out like reflex, ready to be trapped once again.
“How much do they want for me now?” you ask as he clasps the metal tightly around your wrists.
“Why do you need to know?”
“Don’t you think a girl wants to know her worth?”
“You’re mouthy,”
“You’re clueless,”
The Mandalorian releases a harsh sigh before pushing you out from the crevice that had protected you both from Hoth’s winds. Within a matter of minutes, you were on the ship and being shoved towards the carbonite freezer. You remember the tool all too well, being familiar with it’s affects. Without any control, you feel the cold touch of fear trace the scars along your spine, making you shiver. The masked menace looks towards you in question. You keep your line of sight forward, swallowing the bile that had piled in your throat from nerves with force.
Unexpectedly, he turns you towards some spare seats and sits you down into one. He straps you in, avoiding eye contact through his visor at all costs.
“While you’re taking me to that bastard,” you mumble. “do me a favor? Look up (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
He still avoids eye contact, pulling a way and climbing up the ladder nearby to what you assumed was the cockpit. You feel the ship roar to life and all you can do is lean your head against the metal wall. It was going to be a short ride through hyperspace, so you let your eyes flutter close, gaining any sleep you could for the torture ahead.
You’re awoken by the rustling of the Mandalorian grabbing weapons from a closet close to you. The ship’s loud thrusters had drawn quiet and the knawing pain at the pit of your gut told you to run. But you know you were stuck, captured, doomed.
The Mandalorian tugs you from the seat with a rough hand and shoves you out of the ship, stepping onto the planet’s surface you swore to never step on again. He directs you through the crowd of hunters and beggars alike, heading towards the building you knew was coming.
As you approached it, he raps on the door the secret code you had memorized from years ago. The door is opened within seconds and you both are ushered inside, uncontrollable tears filling your eyes as you stare down to hall to your owner.
“I told you...I own you, bitch,” his voice scratched, scarring your ears just like the real ones adorning your body.
“Slanar at haran,” you whisper like poison dripping from your lips.
‘Go to hell,’ the Mandalorian stationed by your side translated to himself.
“You’ll pay for that...” he seethes, a disgusting smile breaking the many wrinkles on his face. “Why don’t you show your Mandalorian friend a good time, as a bonus to your return home?”
You want to vomit right there, a violent shiver over taking your body at the thought. But then the Mandalorian surprises you.
“I don’t want your payment, Arro,” he says calmly, without a quiver in his voice.
“Are you sure? She is quite talented, Mando,” Arro replies with the same disgusting smile.
As Arro speaks, you feel Mando’s hand slip across to your hands bound behind you and unlock them. Adrenaline fills your veins in response.
“I want her,” he replies coldly.
The cool metal of a spare blaster embraces your hand. It makes it nearly impossible to suppress the grin bursting through onto your face, imagining Arro’s slumped body on his seedy throne.
“Well you have her, Mando,” Arro replies, his grin becoming disgustingly excitable as he stands.
“Not like that, demagolka,” he says, quickly aiming his blaster at him.
‘Damn,’ you thought, following his lead and aiming your blaster. “he really just called him a real life monster.’
The soldiers surrounding you both quickly aimed their own blasters at you. With a small chuckle, you quickly turn in unison with the Mandalorian, taking out the soldiers with the ease of a trigger beneath your finger.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Arro trying to escape from your wrath against him. You quickly aim, but couldn’t find the motivation to pull the trigger while pointed at his head. No...that monster didn’t deserve something as sweet as death. Instead, you aimed lower, quickly shooting both of his knees out from under him. You swore you heard Mando whisper something, but all you could see was red.
Walking over to the whimpering man, you kicked him in the ribs hard enough to hear some cracking beneath your force. Kneeling in front of his face, you turn your head and force him to look at you.
“Come for me...and my name will be engraved across your face,” you whisper menacingly.
Standing back up, you kick him hard enough to send him into a state of unconsciousness. Turning back to the Mandalorian, you noticed he hadn’t moved one inch.
“Vor entye,” you express your thanks, expecting him to leave after you admission.
“C’mon, we should get to the ship before more of his Imps come back,”
Without another word, he walks out the door with you following close behind, a confused look scrunching up your face.
Once you returned, the Mandalorian wordlessly closed the doors to the ship behind you. He walks over to another hidden closet, tossing you a new blaster and a newly crafted blade.
“I could use a new partner,” he says without turning towards you.
“I’m gonna need a new name then, Mando,” you reply, looking at the blaster and tucking it into your worn holster.
“Dar’manda,” he states matter of factly, his visor finally pointed towards you. “But I’m still calling you (Y/N).”
The name fit perfectly for you. In Mando’a it meant a state of not being a Mandalorian, not by choice or by being an outsider. Rather, it was to describe one who lost their heritage.
“Yes, sir,” you say out of reflex, something deeply engrained into you thanks to Arro.
“It’s just Mando.”
You simply nod, sheathing your new blade. Mando quickly makes his way over to the ladder braced against one of the walls. Before he fully climbs up, he turns back to you.
“You coming?”
With a soft smirk, you nod, following him into the cockpit.
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Din Djarin x obiwandaughter!reader Masterlist
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Platonic:
Reunited
Romantic:
How You and Din Meet
Don’t Belong Here
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How You and Din Meet (obiwandaughter!reader)
A/N - Alright this is my first attempt at a headcanon because I’ve had a hard week and I’m exhausted. Hope all you lovelies enjoy!
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How You and Din Met:
You had grown up knowing that being the product of a Mandalorian and a Jedi in an Imperial run galaxy meant your life was always at risk.
To keep yourself safe, you kept your lineage private. Anyone who saw you use the Force never lived to tell the tale.
After your father’s death at the hands of Darth Vader, and your mother’s death shortly after from a broken heart, you joined the Guild.
Living your life as a bounty hunter kept you busy, but of course you got lonely. You longed for a partner, it was the Jedi in your veins.
That’s when you met him, the Mandalorian, also known as Din Djarin.
But of course, you didn’t know his name until later on.
Greef Karga gave the Mandalorian a mission that needed two people, not even a Mandalorian could take down the asset.
Lucky you, Karga had just given you your pay from your last bounty and were just leaving as he calls you over to the table.
Right from the start, both of you were against working together
Don’t get it wrong, the mystery around the Mandalorian drew you to him, but you had learned to not trust people, especially with your gifts
However, when the credits were discussed, you reluctantly joined the warrior.
After a long ass trip of nothing but silence, it was when you swore in Mando’a accidentally cutting yourself on a piece of metal on the ladder, that the mighty Mando spoke up.
“I haven’t heard that language in forever,”
“What, Mando’a?”
“Yes, where did you learn it?”
“My mother, she taught me,”
“Why didn’t you take the Creed then?”
“How about we just get this mission done and never have to speak of this again, hmm?”
You had landed on a desolate planet, as to be expected. What you didn’t expect was the whole freaking week you would have to spend with Mando trying to track down the bounty.
Throughout your time together, you had gotten close.
He felt like he could trust you since you spoke his language, you knew his code. It was an odd feeling, one he hadn’t felt in years.
You felt like you could trust him, he understood the secrecy of being part of the Mandalorians.
Your new found trust would be tested once you found your bounty however.
Greef had failed to mention that the damn bounty knew how to use the Force, which was why two people needed to be on this mission.
Or a Jedi.
The bounty was powerful and despite your best efforts, you knew it was either you and the Mandalorian’s death, or you use your powers.
Your choice was made when the target used the Force to hurl one of his blades straight for Mando, in a place his armor wasn’t protecting.
It was like an instinct, what you did. Holding out your hand, letting the Force run through you, pausing the blade in mid air.
You didn’t need to see the Mandalorian’s face to know that his eyes were wide in that moment.
On reflex, you sent the blade hurtling back towards the bounty at an unimaginable rate, killing him instantly.
“How the-”
“This is usually when I kill you for seeing that...”
He stays silent, his hand reaching to his blaster.
“I won’t, I trust you to keep my secret,”
His hand drops from the blaster, his body visibly deflating.
“Din,”
“Hmm?”
“My name is Din Djarin,”
Your eyes widen a bit, the trust he must have had in you to keep his secret was astronomical, much like you had in him keeping yours.
“I’m (Y/N) Kenobi,”
With a curt nod, you both work on dragging the body back to the Razor Crest to bring back to the hire.
As you loaded the corpse into his carbon freezer, you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“You know, Kenobi, I could use a partner on this ship. Make more money on bounties and split it,”
You milled over the thought for a while. The idea of no longer being alone, having a partner work with you, it was enticing.
“Are you sure it’s not because you’re trying to make sure I won’t come and kill you?”
A soft chuckle is translated through his conductor.
“I’d like to see you try,”
“Well, I’d be glad to join you, Din,”
A firm hand shake sealed the deal between you two.
You had gotten your wish to never work alone.
Little did you know, you and Din would eventually make it way past a work relationship.
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Part 2 - Two Makes Three
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Summary: The Child wasn’t the first time Mando broke a contract to save someone. You were the first, presumed dead thanks to help after he was supposed to capture you. Now, you work under a false name with Mando to pay off your dues. However, as time drags on and he breaks another Guild contract, buried feelings between you two bubble to the surface.
Warnings: More (Y/N) and Mando bickering/sarcasm, some sexual themes, obvious violence
A/N - Sorry for the hiatus! I was having a hard time figuring out what to write about for this chapter. So enjoy the extra long one ahead of you!
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Your and Mando’s latest bounty had gone...awry, to say the least. Little did the two of you expect to have a baby on your hands. You let the 50 year old label deceive you into thinking this was easy. Now you were co - piloting the Razer Crest with a small youngling in your lap. You had to admit, the small green child had begun to grow on you.
“What are you doing you little womp rat?” you whisper softly as you look down at him, receiving a small coo in return.
“(Y/N)...” Mando warns.
“Calm down, metal head. I’m not getting attached, I’m being nice. Look it up sometime,”
A soft breath through the reverberator of the Mandalorian’s helmet is heard in place of his human chuckle. You smirk in return, turning away from your control station to play with the Child.
It had been close to 5 years with Mando, joining him on his bounties. Throughout your time together, you grew closer then some partners might. You trusted each other greatly, watching out for the other every step during a bounty. Sometimes you would watch his six outside of missions, the same being said for the warrior on your behalf. Even though you had never seen his face, never heard his name, you trusted him with your life. You did technically owe your freedom to the ice cold warrior seated to your left.
However, your feelings had quickly changed for him. You couldn’t tell if it was because he was the only guy you had spoken too in depth for a while, or if there was something else attracting you to him. But your feelings almost went to far when the Mudhorn attacked him, threatening his life in the process. You quickly stepped in front of the fallen Mando, only to be saved by the tiny green child with his magic hands.
Mando continually asked why you didn’t listen to him and escape with the bounty. Each time, you refused to respond.
“We’re here,” Mando says as he turns off the main controls to the ship.
Your gut hits the floor as you are forced to place the innocent child in his bassinet, closing the lid. Something about this deal was unbelievably fishy. And you didn’t trust it, the people that wanted the Child, their supposed intentions you weren’t allowed to speak about.
Navigating through the streets of Navarro, the Child’s bassinet in tow, you made your way to the agreed upon rendezvous. Every damn bounty hunter in the vicinity trailed your curvy frame with their hungry eyes. With each wolf whistle and cat call, Mando’s shoulders squared up in their intensity. You assumed it to be protectiveness as that of a sibling, quickly pushing off any thought that it could be jealousy.
You guarded the entrance of the building as Mando disappeared inside with the Child. Keeping your head tilted to the ground so that none of the nearby stormtroopers could see your face. However, through the small space you had given yourself, you could clearly see them, keeping a tight hand on the blaster resting on your hip.
Mando quickly exited the building, payment in hand as you followed him into the crowded city streets. Looking up a bit more now, you looked towards his darkened visor, wishing you could read his facial expressions at the time.
“We did what we had to do,” Mando says, obviously sensing your apprehension.
“Doesn’t mean it was right, Mando,”
He doesn’t respond.
“Meet you back at the ship?” you sigh.
“Yes, ma’am,”
“Stay safe, Mando,”
“You too, Dar’manda,”
With that, you tug your hood further down your head and disappear into the crowd, leaving Mando to his people.
You would never admit it, but you already missed the little squirt. His soft cooing and presence was much like your Mandalorian’s, quiet yet comforting. Now all you do is guard the ship, casually flipping your blade in hand with your ears on patrol for any noise.
A soft hiss followed by the soft clanking of boots against metal alerts you to someone’s return. The blade’s handle sits nicely in your palm as you grip it tightly, listening for any clue to who had arrived.
“(Y/N)!” Mando, yells up to you.
“Yeah?!” you yell back, sighing a soft one in relief at his presence and not someone’s ass you had to kick.
No response.
“For the love of-” you mumble to yourself, getting ready to rise from your seat when the familiar Mandalorian mask peeks it’s way through the hole in the wall.
When Mando is fully on board and turns towards you, he freezes, like he’s stunned to see you’ve taken off your top layers. It was a usual thing for you, but you would quickly get it back on before he ever saw you. Through your embarrassment at him seeing...everything, you put on a confident facade.
“If your jaw is open in that tin can you can shut it,” you smirk.
“I thought I told you to guard the ship,”
“And I did, I just got comfortable while doing it”
You grab your vest that lay nearby and slip it on, slipping it over your breast band with ease.
“What’s the next bounty?” you ask as your green leather jacket slips on with ease.
“Some Prince that escaped his bounty,” he sits in his seat, flipping a few switches that bring the control board to life.
You simply nod, helping him with the pre-flight checklist, flipping switches on your end, when you see something out of the corner of your eye. The kid’s ball in Mando’s hand. He gently twists it back onto the lever, getting ready to push off into flight. Your bottom lip traps itself between your teeth, hoping Mando will change his mind.
And he did.
In the blink of an eye, he turns the ship back off. You follow suit, quickly grabbing onto the army green jacket that lay on the seat behind you.
“Joined the Dark side have we, Mando?” you slip the jacket on with ease, securing the weapons within it’s pockets.
“That’s a horrible joke,” he replies, the soft puffs of air that make it through to be translated alerting you to his chuckles.
“But it made you laugh,”
You had him stumped, making Mando choose silence as he stands and grabs his weapons. As he secures them in place, his visor points towards you.
“Let’s go get the kid,”
Within a matter of minutes, you and Mando were quickly making your way through Nevarro’s streets once again. Gently slipping his hand into yours, he pulls you down a dark alleyway, probably leading to some secret entrance you weren’t aware of. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps spreading like wildfire up your arms, that you weren’t squeezing his hand to give you a modicum of comfort. But when you turn the last corner, and peer upon a small trash bin your heart plummets.
The Child’s bassinet lay abandoned in the heaps of garbage.
“C’mon,” a static filled voice fills your ears, his hand squeezing yours as he continues to lead you down the alley.
Mando abandons your hand once you stop at a building with roof top access. Without a word said between you, you stand guard of the building while he formulates a plan of what to do. He knew the place best, you trusted him.
Once he returns, he points you in the direction of a door, a small slot for a camera droid completely covered by not abandoned.
“Think you can work your magic?” he whispers just loud enough for his modulator to translate.
“Looks easy enough,”
You walk over to the door as Mando find a place to hide. Once you place yourself in front of the door, you grab your knife just in case and knock on the door. As the droid comes out to scan you, you quickly rip it off it’s base and walk away with grace but speed.
A couple stormtroopers quickly flood the scene but you were already back in the safety of Mando’s presence as you both maneuvered in the alleys once more. He leads you to a small opening, a blank wall to your right that you knew was his focus. Keeping a steady hand hovered over your blaster, you listen for any disturbances coming your way.
Once the beeping began, Mando gently wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest as he took cover behind another wall. In a matter of seconds, the wall was blasted open and you were thankful for the orange hues surrounding you to hide your imminent blush.
As he released you from his grip, you readjusted your clothes and you both headed in. The entire way as you searched for the child, you protected each other. He had your back and you had his. And you couldn’t deny, watching him fight like that made you a bit flustered from the distraction.
You fight your way to a lab, blasting the door open to see a weaselly looking doctor and a drone with a needle you didn’t trust. From behind Mando, you lifted your blaster and shot the droid down without a second thought. His helmet turned towards you slightly, and you could tell he was annoyed at how close the shot was to his head. All you could do was offer him a weak smile.
Focusing back on your mission, Mando advanced towards the doctor with his blaster raised as you rushed towards the Child. He was sleeping soundly, god knows what had happened to the little guy. Your heart hurt for him, knowing what it was like to be pushed to your limits and used. Searching the lab, you find a small blanket that you grab quickly. You gently pull him from the machine he was under, wrapping him up to keep him safe and warm.
“What did you do to him?!” you hear Mando yell at the fearful doctor.
“Mando, it doesn’t matter! We got him so let’s go.”
You listened as the man repeated the word ‘please’ like a prayer. Walking over, you gently lay a hand on the outstretched arm of the warrior, giving it a reassuring squeeze to bring him back to you.
Blaster still in hand but arm now relaxed, Mando quickly walks out with you trailing behind, your own blaster at the ready.
You make your way through the base once more, running into more stormtroopers on your way out. The Mandalorian quickly shoots out the lights, gently laying his hand on your lower back to escort you to the cover of shipping boxes that littered the room. As you crouched under them, you looked up at his visor for your next move. A finger to where his lips would be, his hand moving downwards. Stay quiet, stay low. You nod in response.
Without warning, Mando quickly leaves you to protect the sleeping infant in your arms. Peering over the boxes, you watch him quickly shoot down the stormtroopers searching for you in the room. Goddamn, he’s hot when he does that...
“Hey!” a stormtrooper says from behind you.
Quickly, you pull out your knife and stab him in the arm to make him drop his blaster. Before you could do anymore damage, Mando’s spear appears from above you and electrocutes the trooper where he stands.
“You okay?” he asks quickly once the trooper collapsed.
“Yeah, I got distracted by the kid sorry,” you lie.
“It’s fine, let’s just get out of here.”
He holds out a hand which you gratefully take, standing up and continuing to try and escape the maze of a base. As you walk down a hallway, you hear the signature hiss of a door opening behind you. On reflex, you grip your blaster tightly and twist on the heel of your foot. After a few well aimed shots, the stormtrooper falls dead. You hear Mando’s flame thrower cooking another alive. But as you look down, a pair of big brown eyes meets yours drowsy from sleep.
“Shh, it’s okay little one,” you coo.
You run your pointer finger down his small cheek, coaxing him back to sleep as you wait for the sound of collapse from behind you. Once it comes, you quickly turn and resume following Mando.
You’re quickly cornered by some very angry stormtroopers in a larger room. All you can do is hold the Child protectively against your chest, hoping they don’t see your face well beneath your hood. You follow his lead, kneeling to the ground, releasing your weapon.
You knew it wasn’t surrender, rather it was Mando using yet another one of his elaborate weapons to help you escape. For once, you were thankful for all the tricks he had up his sleeve. Quickly returning to your feet, blaster in hand, you make your well deserved escape from the base.
Of course they alerted all the hunters in Navarro. You just wished you had more time to escape. Everyone must have been here to corner you, and you knew your time had come. Gently, you switch the Child into his arms, your free hand dropping to your side.
“(Y/N)...”
“Just get the kid back to the ship, I’ll be right behind you,” you whisper.
Before either of you had the chance, however, you were completely surrounded, Greef Karga at the head of the pack. You zone out for most of their conversation, focusing on how many bounty hunters there were instead and how to kill them. There was no way you could take them all down, not on your own. You become desperate, facing the crowd before you.
“Let us pass!”
“I can’t do that Dar’Manda,”
Looking towards Mando, the nod of his head told you of the long battle ahead. Quickly taking refuge in the speeder, you both take many shots at the hunters before you. A few go down before you crash and your partner is forced to use one of his more...formidable weapons. All of it still wasn’t enough, and you were eventually surrounded by gunfire.
You try to ward them off, give Mando time to think a plan through. But as you peek over the slightest bit to get a better shot, someone else’s wizzes by your face, searing the skin close to your eye. Blood pours down your face as you collapse to the ground, holding your face from the pain.
“Cyar’ika!” you hear Mando exclaim in Mando’a over the gunfire, your brain to fuzzy to process the translation.
All you feel beside you is the Child and above you your masked partner as the shootout continues. Looking to your side and above the lip of the speeder, many more warriors that resemble Mando join the fight. But instead of fighting against you, they were fighting for you.
“Is this them?” you ask, your lips trembling from the pain.
“Yes, (Y/N), they’re Mandalorian. Just like you.”
Besides your Mando, you had never met another of your kind that you could remember. Your brain was in awe, your heart swelled at the thought of belonging.
You shakily sit back up, still protected by Mando above you, and grab your blaster once more. With your one good eye, you fire at the other hunters to aid the Mandalorians in their fight to help you.
“Get out of here! We’ll cover you!” one of the warriors spoke to Mando.
“You’ll have to relocate the Covert!”
“This is the Way.”
“This is the Way.”
Looking down towards you, Mando gave you silent permission to follow suit. With a soft nod towards the heavily armored warrior beside the two of you, you reply:
“This is the Way.”
Mando helps you to your feet as you scoop the Child into your arms. Slipping away from the fight, you quickly run into the Razer Crest with him, your mind racing with all that needed to be done to get the hell out of there.
He quickly disappeared into the cockpit as you turned to close the doors, only to be met with Greef Karga and a blaster.
“Hold it, Dar’Manda.”
You glare at him, something he probably couldn’t see from beneath the one side of your hood that hadn’t been burnt to a fringe. For a moment, you realized it didn’t matter if Karga saw who you were. So Dar’Manda took off the hood, the pain of the cloth tearing from your fresh wound making you grit your teeth. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the assassin that many bounty hunters sought after looked at him now.
And he knew he was in trouble.
“Leave...don’t make this any harder then it needs to be,” you say, your grip on the Child tightening.
“I can’t just leave, you broke the Code!”
“You see, you’re wrong. That’s Mando you’re talking about. But I...” you wildly gesture, slowly moving your blade concealed from beneath your sleeve closer to your hand. “I never took the Code,”
With the flick of your wrist, you send the knife flying to the control panel, making a gas fill the area quite fast. Backing up quickly to make your way to Mando, you bump into his metal frame. With his arm raised in the air, he shoots Karga off the ship and quickly closes the door.
“Let’s the get the hell out of here,” you sigh, climbing into the cockpit, settling into your co - pilot chair with the still sleeping Child in your arms.
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Part 3 - Never Lose Me
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Summary: You and Mando have begun to grow closer as your time with the Child drew out. No longer were you “just partners”. Something had begun to spring within you, a feeling dead for so long erupting within your heart. Or was it just you?
Warnings: Angst, angst, angst, and more angst. Sprinkles of fluff. Possible unrequited feelings.
A/N - Sorry for the late update! It’s been a hectic few weeks for me, but I promise to try and upload more.
Let’s get one thing straight, you were never one for adventure. All your life, adventure meant trouble for you and it had definitely left it’s scars. So when you joined Mando, you were bracing for more craziness, more marks upon your skin. It was nothing but a means to an end, a debt you needed to pay off. However, through your years together, that swiftly changed.
You began to crave adventure.
With your new addition of the Child to your crew, you weren’t lacking, that’s for sure. But it sent these horses through your veins, adrenaline left in their trail, and it was your addiction. Running from bounty hunters, keeping the kid safe, all of it. However, after you latest encounter with weird alien birds on the sands of Navarro, it all began to connect.
He had taught you to love it, showed you how to enjoy it. You loved adventure because you weren’t alone, you had a partner. It was all thanks to him. It was him.
Your ice encrusted heart had been melted by the Mandalorian.
When he lunged in front of those nasty looking birds to save your life, it was as if your heart leapt to meet your brain. He had risked his life for you. And you knew that the beat in your heart that spelled your love in Morse code would be dangerous. So you quickly shut yourself up, shut him out. You couldn’t be the reason he got hurt, he couldn’t get hurt on behalf of your one-sided puppy love. He was just keeping you alive to pay off your dues.
Right?
Tuning back into the scene in front of you, the tight cuffs around your wrists, you repeated the plan in your head over and over again like a prayer. You were on your way to a deal that was supposed to be about the Kid, but in reality it was an ambush, with you and Mando in the lead.
“Dar’manda, wanna explain the silence?” Mando says as quiet as he can so that it can be translated with static.
“It’s nothing, Mando...” you mumble in return, keeping your eyes averted.
“Cya-”
“Don’t.”
“(Y/N), what did I do?” it comes like a mumble from beneath his mask, too quiet to be picked up by machine.
‘I fell in love with you.’ you think.
“Nothing, just focus on the mission.”
With a harsh sigh, you set your jaw tight and aim your view ahead as you walk the barren streets of Navarro. Soon enough, both you and Mando are sitting down, facing the disgusting Imp in front of you that was obviously undressing you with his eyes.
Little did you know that beneath the helmet, Mando’s jaw clenched.
With swift yet quiet movements, Greef (who was still petrified of you) had unlocked you from your restraints. As the Imp continues on and on about his annoying propaganda, a leather hand slipped into yours. Your forced to suppress a gasp as he gently squeezes your hand, a silent sign of trust between you two. You cannot feed into the comfortable feeling, right now...
All you see is red.
Literally. Before you and Mando had a chance to take down your Imperial crowd, a rain of blasters bursts through the windows. All four of you, including Greef and Cara, barely made it down in time to dodge them. Somehow, the two of you made it towards the other edge of the window, a semi clear view of the pack of Stormtroopers surrounding you.
Grabbing your blaster and blade from Mando’s back, you load them both, getting ready for the fight ahead of you. You go quiet as you hear a ship land. Your blood runs cold at the sound of his voice.
Moff Gideon.
The Seige of Mandalore flashes before your eyes, making your eyes flood with uncontrollable tears. The start of it all. You smack Mando’s hand away as he obviously saw your weakness. With a quiet sniffle, you cock your gun, listening to the twisted words Gideon spewed.
But once he stopped, the rushed footsteps and clanking of metal grew your suspicion.
“They’re setting up an EWEB, aren’t they?” you say to Cara.
She only nods in response.
“It’s over.” Karga says from his corner.
“Yeah, cause that’s really helpful right now!” you spit.
“I found the sewer vent.” Mando says.
He gently tugs you over to him by your arm, keeping you under cover as you, Cara, and him try to open the vent. You tried your hot blade, nothing. Mando was out of charges. Not even Cara’s blaster worked.
Of course, Moff Gideon decided to add more stress to the situation with another speech. But when he started listing off the names of your crew, you knew you were screwed.
“Maybe the traitorous Mandalorian, (Y/N) (L/N), the woman who never had a chance to take the Creed but still broke it, can regail her many tales of murder using the same weapon that killed her people. She seems like a great ally compared to the weak Dar’manda you knew, hmm?”
All eyes turn to you, your hood still covering your face but at this point you knew it was of no use. Slowly, you take off your hood, revealing the scar starting from the edge of your right eye, leaving a long scar that trailed through a place where there was once hair.
“Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore, when gunships of similar ordinance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of A Thousand Tears.”
Din Djarin.
You look to Din with wide eyes, wondering if the boy that you had hidden in the bunker with all those years ago was still in that metal mask. The one you trained with, laughed with. Your Din...
And now you were going to die together. How poetic.
The world seemed to spin, everything around you turned to static. As Din retells the tail of how he was rescued, how you two met, your body shivers from the memories buried so deep inside you. Your grip tightens on your blaster, pain, frustration, betrayal.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Tell me that you recognized me?” you mumble.
“I had to protect you, from everything that I’ve done,” he says as he crouches in front of you.
“I don’t need your protection...” you swiftly stand up, keeping your space. “I need your trust...”
“Alright! Can you save the lovers quarrel for when, oh, I don’t know, we survive this!” Cara says quickly.
You nod, bending down to grab one of the sniper rifles the Stormtrooper had and reloading it fast. Everything around you goes quiet, blocking out your teammates, only focused on the threat at hand.
Well, until you saw your little green fuzzball in view, strapped to a droid unit’s chest.
“Cover me!” you yell to Cara, quickly making your way outside and helping the droid keep the baby safe.
More gunshots joined you and as you turn you see the Mandalorian covering your six. You only nod as a sign of gratitude. As you get back to the fight, and Karga decides to join you, a hard grunt from behind you quickly makes you turn around. One of the stormtroopers had flipped Din to the ground, ready to fire.
Without a second thought, you throw your gun away for a moment and pull your knife out, the exposure to the air sending the cool grey into a heated red. With one arm, you pull the trooper against your chest and with the other, you slowly drag the hot blade against his throat. A slow and painful death. Once his body was on the ground, you picked up your rifle again and continued to shoot at the rest.
Moff Gideon soon stepped in front of you, his eyes targeted towards your head, most likely imagining your death. You drop your gun, and feign surrender, only to grab your smaller blaster and take a quick shot. Unfortunately you missed, and so did he. But he was still standing, giving him the chance to shoot at a fuel canister, one right in front of Mando.
“Din!” you screamed, as you watched his metal body flail to the ground.
Cara and Greef dragged him inside as you slowly but surely made it back towards the building. Once inside, you quickly helped Cara lay him down, rolling him onto his side to check for wounds.
Your worst fear had happened. The unrequited feelings you had to deal with had injured the one you love most. For the first time in what had felt like forever, you were panicked.
It was obvious he had sustained a pretty nasty head wound. So, naturally, you refused to leave his side while the others tried to escape. Without the others noticing, you moved the fabric of his shirt up above his wrist to keep two fingers on his pulse. With every beat, you were reminded that he was still there.
You kept an eye on your surroundings, with each passing minute your dread filling you up to the brim.
“Cyar’ika,” you hear a pained voice from beside you.
Turning your head, your met with the familiar visor you had grown to love. He was speaking, that was good.
“I’m not going to make it. You need to go,”
Now you wish he hadn’t.
“Are you insane? You just smacked yourself, you’ll be fine.” you say with a soft chuckle, moving your hand away from his exposed wrist.
“Leave me,”
His breathing picked up, he was in pain. Knowing that this was all your fault, that Din laid before you thinking he was going to die, it killed you. Tears sprung into your eyes without notice.
“No, I’m not leaving you again.”
Gently, you caress where his helmet meets his neck, only to feel the sticky, metallic substance you knew to be blood. Tears fell from your eyes like rain now.
“Din...” you whisper tearfully.
“Don’t you dare think about taking this helmet off. You leave me.” he reaches shakily into his shirt, pulling out the mythosaur skull charm and placing it in your hands. “Take this and you make sure the child is safe.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I’m not leaving you,”
Before he could speak again, you waved Cara over, placing the necklace in her palm.
“You need to take the Child and get him to the Mandalorian covert. When you find them, you tell them it’s from Din Djarin. Got it?”
With a nod, she takes it, and the Child, preparing for their escape.
“Cyare, please...”
You gave him silence to his pleas, opting to hold his hand tightly instead as you watched the scene outside. You saw the fire gun, and you quickly shielded him with your own body, taking most of the burns instead of him.
With your back singed, you let out the tiniest whimper as you sit back up straight.
“(Y/N)-” Cara starts.
“I can hold him off long enough to let you guys get out of here. I’ll follow behind with Din,”
“And if you don’t make it?”
“We’ll die a warriors death,”
Another blast of fire erupts from the cannon it is held in. You launch yourself over Din once more, bracing for the pain that never comes. Looking over your shoulder, you see the Child, holding back the flames from harming you. With a pained but proud smile, you inch your way over to him before he collapses and give him a hug.
“Good job, kid,” you whisper.
One final bang alerts you to the newly made escape route. With a soft kiss to his fuzzy head, you whisper once more:
“You be good, okay? I love you, kiddo.”
The IG unit takes him from you quickly, placing it in Cara’s arms. You crawl back towards Din, gently taking his hand again to try and distract yourself from the pain. Despite the overwhelming sensation of singed flesh, you could feel blood trickling down your back, making you shiver. But you refused to be weak. You refused to let Din die.
Looking around once more, you see only the IG unit left. He’s a droid...
“Hey, droid!”
He turns his head to you.
“Got any bacta spray?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,”
“Good.”
Pulling out your blade, you cut off a long strip of Din’s cape, wrapping it tightly around your eyes.
“What are you doing?” Din weakly asks.
“I’m taking off your helmet, and the droid will heal you. He’s not living,” you tie the last knot even tighter. “And I can’t see you.”
A weak chuckle reverberates from him.
“You’re still as crazy as the day I met you,”
“Well, love makes you do crazy things,”
Gently, you guide your hands up his chest and to his helmet. You expect his hands to come flying towards your wrists, to stop you. But surprisingly, he doesn’t do so. With a click and a hiss, his helmet comes sliding off, and you lay it in your lap for safe keeping.
“There is damage to your central processing unit.” the driod says as he does his work.
“You mean my brain?”
“That was meant to be a joke.”
Din’s soft chuckle puts your mind at ease as you stared into the black space. Once you hear the spray no longer being applied, you blindly reached out and helped Din sit up. Before you get a chance to reach down and put his helmet on again, something unexpected happens.
His lips were on yours.
Despite being caged in a helmet all the time, they were soft against yours. The metallic taste of blood danced along your tongue but it was no match to the adrenaline running through your veins at the sensation at your love’s lips against yours. You played an intricate and slow dance, one that you wished you could never get enough of. With a shaking hand, you reached into the uninjured side of his head, running it through the matted curls. The feeling of it all made you smile, the kiss ending way too soon.
“I love you too,” he whispers.
With a smile you couldn’t control, you ever so gently place the helmet back onto his head. Taking the blindfold off, you stared into his visor. Brown, you knew that had to be the color of his hair.
His hand snakes it’s way behind your head, pushing it towards his metal clad one in a Keldabe kiss. With a tearful smile, your hand moves over the metal with ease, mimicking the same gesture.
“You can only say that if you promise I’ll never lose you again,” you mumble.
“You’ll never lose me, cyar’ika,”
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Part 4 - Beskar and Broken Hearts
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Summary: You and Din had admitted everything, all cards on the table. But it was all for nothing. After you had escaped Navaro, the Mandalorian started treating you the same, like the kiss never happened. Tensions had risen and hit it’s peak by the time you found her...Ashoka Tano.
Warnings: Lots of angst ahead, semi-unhappy ending,
A/N - I’m doing a major time skip cause *tension*. Also, I didn’t really have any ideas except for lots of squabbling between the reader and Mando so here’s the result.
“Wanna explain why you’ve been ignoring me?” the modulated voice speaks up from beside you.
“Not particularly,”
You move a bit faster, moving your hair to the side, free from your hood you had burned back on Navaro. The patch with the Mythosaur skull rubs against your bicep, something that you thought signified you joining Din’s clan. It was obvious his feelings had changed.
The Mandalorian grew cold, acting as if nothing happened. Like the kiss and three words meant nothing. Maybe he was just trying to spare you from embarrassment. But even that pisses you off, the thought of being babied making a dull static fill you.
You stop walking ahead at the soft cooing of the Child, the only reason you had stayed with Mando up till then. Gently, you take him from Din, not sparing him a glance as you walk with the tiny bundle in one arm.
Entering the small town, you look at its desolate state in suspicion. Din had been sent here in search of a Jedi known as Ashoka Tano. The name’s familiarity resounded within you, memories of the name being passed around during your time on Mandalore.
“You stay out here with the Child,” Mando says gruffly. “I’ll see if I can find the Jedi’s whereabouts,”
“You’re seriously benching me?” you hiss.
“No, you’re protecting the kid,”
And without another word, he walks into the city, leaving you in the dust. With a huff, you hold the kid close to your chest and walk towards the forest line near the outer gates of the city. Once you place him down, you find a rock to sit on, watching as the kid curiously held up anything that looked like food.
“Sorry, buddy, no frogs here.” you sigh, leaning your forearms against your knees.
It didn’t take long for Mando to return, only to be met with silence once again on his behalf. You could feel your heart race beneath your skin, your shoulders practically kissing your eyes with the fire radiating off of them. How the hell was he still silent about this situation?
Before any words could be spoken that you could regret, you shove the kid in his hands, mumble a poor excuse to get ahead, and let your feet take wind into the forest. You’re smart, staying close to the duo so you don’t get lost or encounter a threat alone. But being near that man, it made you crawl in your skin at his actions. Like saying those three words were nothing. Like that kiss didn’t mean something. It haunted you.
A rustle in the bushes catches your attention. On instinct, you twist your arm behind you and pull out the staff that rested on your back.
“Din?” you yell into the air.
“I only see a few beasts to the North,”
“No, that can’t be i-”
Yeah, that definitely wasn’t it. Because before you knew it, a sea of a cloak floats in front of you, white lightsabers at the ready. Barely, just barely, you block her attack with the staff, only to have the metal melt in your hands. As the Jedi pulls back for another hit, you kick her square in the gut before ducking to miss the next hit. The hiss of singed skin fills the air, it’s smell nearly making you gag as you brace yourself with the Earth.
Before you even had to think, the sound of light and beskar rang in your eyes. Looking above you, Din has his arms crossed to block the Jedi’s next hit, one that certainly would have killed you. As girly as it was, your heart fluttered at the protective move.
Swinging out of the way, you protect the Child with the small knife as the Mandalorian and the Jedi come to a truce.
“Bo-Katan sent me!” you hear Din yell, his blaster ready.
Slowly, she disengages, her hood falling gracefully towards her shoulders, looking at you and the Child.
“I hope it’s about him,”
Din paces back and forth at an alarming rate before you, the small light up ahead bouncing off the clean metal and refracting with each movement. Ashoka sits with Grogu, a secret communication taking place between the two of them, something you couldn’t help but admire.
As you lean against a rock, the searing pain at the top of your shoulder alarms you to your latest injury. Slowly, you peel back the singed jacket you had. It was a superficial burn, barely there. It wouldn’t even leave a scar. But the fear in Din’s voice would leave a scar upon your memory.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” he mumbles quietly.
In the time you were looking at your wound, you failed to notice the beskar covered warrior crouching in front of you, med pack at the ready.
“Didn’t think you would care,”
“Cya-”
“You don’t get to fucking call me that. Not after ignoring me this entire time.”
“Let me explain...”
“You should have weeks ago...” you mumble.
With the snatch of your wrist, you place a bacta patch on your shoulder, shrugging your beat up leather jacket off and onto your lap. Ashoka coaxes you both towards them. Din offers his hand to help you up, but in turn you glare and stand on your own, tightly tying your jacket to your waist and following the Jedi.
She takes you to a more comfortable plateau, the trees offering safety, something you didn’t expect this deep in the wilderness. You sit beside the kid, gently scratching the space between his ears, earning a coo in return.
“Were you two speaking back there?” Din questions.
“In a way,” Ashoka responds. “Grogu and I can hear each others thoughts.”
“Grogu?” you and Din ask in unison. The poor thing didn’t know who to look at first, making you chuckle softly.
“It must be nice to hear your real name again, huh?” you whisper softly while peering down at him.
You listen quietly to Grogu’s dark...dark story. For the first time since you thought you were going to lose Din, you cry. Silently, of course, not giving way to hysterics. But the thought of your poor boy having to endure things that you yourself had faced, it broke your heart.
As the Child starts to fall asleep, he curls up into your jacket that lay on your waist, making you smile softly at the motion. With one hand, you gently pick him up to lay on your chest. In one swift motion, you stand and walk towards a tree with him close to you. Laying against the rough bark, you let your eyes begin to drift close. Not without seeing the glint of beskar staring right back at you.
It was early when Ashoka had risen you, the Child void of your chest, instead in Din’s arms. Your gaze quickly averts away from him, opting instead to follow Ashoka.
As you all walk deeper into the forest, you engage in quiet conversation with the Jedi. She obviously could sense the tension between you and Mando, subtly using probing questions to solve her mystery. But you were used to these types of people, you knew how to deflect.
Once you make it to your destination, and Grogu was placed somewhere comfortable, you watched intently as Ashoka tested his abilities. While your boy could take the rock floated towards him with ease, sending it back, or taking it, was the problem.
“He doesn’t understand.” Din interjects.
“Oh jeez...” you mumble, already sensing the long day ahead of.
“He does,” Ashoka reassures, stepping closer to the youngling. “He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years. Let’s try something else. Come over here.”
You both take a step forward. The tense glance that Din sends your way forces you to take a step back, arms crossed in defense as you turn away. As the intense feeling begins to build, Grogu’s upset builds also. He softly whimpers at the sight of you two, refusing to make any eye contact.
“For this to work, you both need to be in harmony. Not fighting whatver lovers quarrel has settled upon you.” Ashoka says frankly.
“We’re fine...” you say, your voice void of any emotion.
Ashoka turns to the Child, a soft nod the only signal of their communication before she picks him up and walks away, leaving the two of you alone.
“We need to figure this out, for the kid,” Din says.
“Yeah, and only for the kid,” you scoff.
“What is with you lately?! What have I done that is so wrong!”
“Where do I kriffing start Din?!”
“How have I mistreated you?”
“It’s not mistreatment! It’s the lack of said treatment...”
“Dank Farrik!” he exclaims, his hands flying in the air. “Will you just spit it out already!”
“Fine! You’ve treated me like every other bounty you’ve dragged into the ship ever since our escape from Nevarro.”
The world falls silent, but your heart refuses to let up its song. You can feel it in your ears, your throat. The vulnerability that settles upon your shoulders is crushing you as you wait for a response.
“What I said back there...I never should’ve said it. I never should’ve kissed you like that,”
Your jaw clenches, your arms grip your own body tighter then before.
“Are you saying...”
“Its not true, what I said. We’re just partners.”
With a scoff and a quiet sniffle, you can’t bring yourself to glare at Din at the moment. All you can feel is a pain, wedging itself in your heart, deeper then any blade could.
“Just partners in crime, right?” you spit at him, turning away from the man that you knew you still loved.
A harsh sigh pushes through his encoder, his hands falling at his hips in frustration.
“I’ll pretend to be normal around the kid. But once he’s back with a Jedi, you’re dropping me off at the nearest planet.”
You wipe a stray tear away before walking off in silence.
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Don’t Belong Here (kenobidaughter!reader)
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Summary: After being saved by a group of Mandalorians similar to Din, you begin to realize that your a puzzle piece that doesn’t seem to fit...
Warnings: Incredible amount of angst, lil’ bit of fluff, tension left unresolved
The soft babbling from the floating bassinet that follows you is like water against the fire that burns at your nerves. Looking down at the Child, you send a soft smile towards his wide eyes. How much does he understand of what is happening around him, you wonder. If he is fifty years old, he must realize the tension between you and his adoptive father. Of the situation at hand.
You told Din that this whole deal didn’t seem right. Meeting a seedy character at the docks felt like a trap. But in typical Mandalorian fashion, he bulls ahead, not caring for your opinion.
“You’re a Jedi, you’re always suspicious,” he had said.
Those words had unexpectedly wounded you deep, forcing you into silence. Instead of the pain, you focus on the subtle tug of your saber trying to break it’s bonds to your leg. The forceful tug of the holster digging into skin as you jump onto the ship, keeping your cloak close to your body.
The seamen kept eyeing you, one even trying to pull your cloak away from your body which earned them a harsh glare. Apparently that was their breaking point.
In a matter of seconds, you had been shoved into the pool of water you were standing beside. A glint of beskar is the last thing you see before water swallows you whole.
Your lungs expand to their maximum as you hold what air you have left deep within them. Pulling out your lightsaber, you quickly ignited it, coming face to face to a beast with no face. With what strength you had left over, you swing, slashing it’s face almost in two. But the force you used in the swing caused what little breath you had left to escape into the depths. On instinct, you breathe in, water crashing into your lungs.
Suddenly two hands grab onto your shoulders and lift you out of the water. As you are tossed to the ground, your lightsaber flies from your hand. But the hit of landing on the ground helps you to cough out the burning liquid, your entire body vibrating from adrenaline.
All you can focus on is the heaving of your chest, the fresh release of oxygen replacing water, and a rough hand on your back trying to bring you back to reality.
Swiftly, you are pulled into the arms of the Mandalorian as he slowly rubs your back in secret to calm your heaves. Looking up, you see three other Mandalorians stand before you, one helmet standing out from all of them. You remembered it in photos your father had showed you during his time in the Clone Wars.
With the smooth caress of the Force flowing through your fingertips, you call the saber into your hands, extinguishing it.
“Interesting, your lightsaber didn’t short out,” the familiar helmet speaks.
“My father showed me how to make it so, Bo - Katan,” you say sharply.
The armored warrior stiffens before pulling off her helmet, revealing the person who used to be the main character to your bedtime stories. Shakily you stand, putting the saber in it’s rightful place.
“You must be a Obi - Wan’s daughter. Makes sense you would be raised as a Jedi.”
“I’m no Jedi...”
“Then why do you wield their saber?”
“How about you keep your nose out of business that isn’t yours?”
“Enough,” Din steps in between both of you. “Whatever family quarr-”
“We aren’t family,” you both say in unison.
“Her father killed my sister,” Bo - Katan reminds.
“And you’re the reason why Mom left her Mandalorian claim behind,” you growl.
Din silently looks between the two of you, unsure of what to say at this point. He eventually turns to Bo - Katan, questioning why she had willingly taken her helmet off and the Creed.
You force yourself to take a few steps away, picking up the Child and smirking down at him.
“Had enough excitement for one day?”
He yawns and nods softly. It forces a chuckle out of your chest as you wrap him up in what was left of your cloak that lay on the ground below you. Suddenly, you feel an arm wrap around your waist and blast off the boat, leaving what had happened behind.
“What did they say to you back there, Din?” you whisper softly, still holding the Child close.
You follow close to him as you walk through the docks at a late hour. His shoulders tense even more then usual, the soft cracking of leather bending to his tightened fists.
“They said I’m a part of a cult, a Child of the Watch.”
You nod softly.
“So what? What if you have different thoughts then them? You are a Mandalorian, you will obey your Creed. Just like I’m a Gray Jedi and I listen to my own code that is different then that of the Jedi Council.”
“It’s not like that...” he sighs. “You couldn’t understand.”
Another deep wound etches its way into your heart, following the same pattern as the one before. With a sharp glare at the tin head, you hand him the Child.
“What are you-”
“I’m leaving, that’s what I’m doing, Din.”
“Not so fast...” another voice enters.
“Dank farrik...” you mumble, slowly reaching down to grab your lightsaber.
Someone steps up right beside you, red tentacles decorating his chin as he glares at you and Mando.
“You killed me brother,”
“Let us pass,” Din warns.
Your fingers wrap around your lightsaber tightly, your thumb inching it’s way towards the activation button. Deep down, you knew this would end up with some dead bodies. And you didn’t seem to care.
“I don’t think you understand...you killed my brother. Now, I’ll kill your pet.”
When the Kid whimpers from behind you, you snap. Activating your lightsaber, you slice the tentacled freak in front of you in half without hesitation. With each incoming shot from his lackies, you block them with the twirl of your saber.
The sound of thrusters ends from behind you and a rain of gunfire soon follows. Once it all dies down, the only tentacled freak left standing is the ringleader.
“He didn’t kill your brother, I did,” Bo - Katan says from behind you before shooting him down.
With a sharp sigh, you return your saber to it’s holster, turning to look at the gaggle of Mandalorians before you.
“You fight like he did,” Bo - Katan says, the first nice thing she has said to you yet.
You nod in response, gently taking the Child Din had extended towards you.
“At least let us buy you a drink?”
You let them lead you towards a bar, Child in hand, as they talk about God knows what. All you can focus on is how stuck out you seem. The group of warriors ahead of you seemed, for all intents and purposes, normal. You were the person with a lightsaber strapped to their thigh. The one with only clothes guarding their body, not armor. Once you had entered the crowded building, it all became so simple.
You don’t belong here.
From your seat beside Din, you handed the Kid off to him and collected empty glasses. Walking to the bar, you get them refilled and send them back towards the group after tipping one of the waitresses. After that, you walk towards the front doors, not forgetting to look back at your Beskar clad lover before leaving completely.
You wander around the streets alone, making sure to keep quiet so nobody targets you. The docks were easy to find after your last adventure, and paying for transport even easier. Many of them were looking for anything to spare for their families.
As you count out what little credits you had on hand, the soft clank of armor echoes behind you. With a sigh, you hand over the credits to the transport captain, saying a soft thank you in his dialect, before turning around. And there he was, Din without his Kid, his hand on one hip as he stood perfectly still.
“Don’t make this harder then it needs to be, Mando,” you say.
“You know that’s not my name,”
“And if I say it, I won’t be able to go,”
“Then don’t,”
“What was it that you said back there? Oh, that’s right, that I don’t understand. Well here you go Mando, now you don’t understand,”
“Then make me,”
“This is not a one way street! You don’t get to do that...”
A horn atop the ship you are taking blows, alerting its passengers to it’s five minute take off warning. With a harsh sigh, you turn around to grab your small bag that you had strapped across you.
The strap proves as a disadvantage, making it easier for Mando to grab onto you and pull you closer to him. Your walls come tumbling down and you know if you don’t pull away now you won’t be able too at all.
“I don’t belong here...” you mumble, trying to pull away from his grasp. “You have your clan here, I don’t belong.”
“You’re wrong,” Mando says so quiet his transcoder couldn’t translate. Instead you’re met with the muffled version.
“Din...” you say softly.
“You belong with me,”
His words force your gaze upwards, surprise fully etched on your face. Before you can respond, he does:
“Go protect the Kid, I have to complete this mission and then we’re getting out of here,”
His hands leave your biceps as he tells you the Kid’s location. Then he disappears into crowd, leaving you confused but hopeful.
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Part 5 - Heavy Weighs the Helmet
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Summary: The fight with Din and Ashoka by your side is brewing. But secrets of your family’s past are brought to the surface, extracting the truth from a certain beskar clad partner of yours.
Warnings: Angst, angst, and more angst, feelings of abandonment, memories of abuse, Grogu being Grogu
A/N - THIS CHAPTER HAS THEMES AND DIRECT REFERENCES TO ABUSE! These moments will be in italics for those who are uncomfortable with the topic to skip. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.
“A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming,”
Ashoka nods and looks towards you, nothing but annoyance radiating off of you at his words.
“Are you sure you two can work together?” she says.
“I can fight. That’s what matters.”
With a curt nod, the Jedi leads the way back to the village, Grogu in arms as they silently speak. You keep your distance from Mando, an unsettling silence building up between the two of you. The subtle ring of Beskar dances on the wind, filling up the tense space.
You volunteer to drop the kid off at the Razer Crest, locking it up with one of your spare staffs in hand. As you march through the dust storm, you see the white gleam of lightsabers swinging masterfully from the protective walls. Using the sharp end of the staff, you partially stab the wall and swing over, landing all of your weight on the top of your feet to silence any excess noise.
A tight grip on your staff, you sneak through the alleyways to keep up the speedy Jedi. With each house you pass, you ensure that the people inside are safe as well as under lock and key. Keeping towards the darkness the roof holds, you watch Ashoka speak to the leader and her guard, tossing a Beskar plate at her feet.
“The Mandalorian you sent to kill me, he failed.” she states.
Silence fills the small town, only making your grip on your staff tighter with nerves.
“Where is your master?” Ashoka asks.
“Kill her,” the leader says.
Like rain, lasers fly through the air towards the Jedi. Using the length of your staff, you stab a few of the soldier robots through the head without being noticed. You closely watch as the cowardly leader hides behind another set of walls, not before saying:
“Execute them. Then move door to door.”
As she disappears into another building, you reveal yourself from your cloak of dark and quickly stab the nearest soldier through the head. Using their weight you clobber the next soldier with him still attached to the end of your spear. Spinning on your heels, you slice another head clean off it’s shoulders.
A powerful blow is landed behind you, the clanking of metal meeting the ground being the last you hear before mechanical breathing kicks in.
“How nice of you to show up,” you grumble.
“Focus,”
One of the town residents clears his throat, making Mando quickly aim his gun at them. With a harsh sigh you push the tip down and nod towards the innocent, following his lead in freeing the prisoners who were suspended.
“Get inside!” you yell as the last prisoner is freed.
“Don’t come out for any reason!” Mando says behind you, just a shot comes for his neck.
Quickly you shove him to the ground (which is not an easy task) and take the shot yourself, right where Ashoka had burned you merely hours ago. But before Mando had a chance to stand, you launch your spear at the soldier, the blade lodging in his head with a sound thunk.
“Dank farrik! What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I didn’t want you to get shot...” you mumble.
“I’m covered in armour, Mesh’la.”
You send him a glare at the nickname, walking over to the body and yanking the spear out from the deceased’s chest.
“You’re right...this time,” you smirk a bit.
“I’m always right,”
“We’ll see about that,”
You twirl the staff around, scanning the area for anymore incoming threats you knew were lurking in the same darkness you once did. Suddenly, a flash of dulled blue jumps onto the wall beside you. Ashoka nods towards the new threat, making you turn and stare down the intruder. Your eyes widen as his face appears through your memories...
His seedy grin stands out from above you, beside you, behind you. His handprints still clearly imprinted in the nerves that encircle your throat. The feeling of his rough hands...everywhere.
“You’re not worth a damn thing you hear me? Nothing!”
The pain from his words and from his movements erutps across your body as shivers run down your spine. Everything from his knife to his binds. How you survived the time he had rented you was still a mystery. How a man so evil had the advantage over you something you would never allow again.
“So you threw in with the Jedi and the whore, huh?” he says.
Mando’s fists clench at his sides, his shoulders bracing, lifting with ease towards the edges of his helmet.
“How about I show you what a whore like me can do then?” you say, twirling your bloodied staff in hand as you take a few steps towards Mando.
The song of Beskar against Lightsaber fills the dusty air as you stare one another down. Turning from you to Mando, the bodyguard asks:
“Who do you think’s gonna win? Could be your side. Could be mine.”
With each word he takes a slow, cautious step. You go to follow but the squeezing of leather catches your ears first. Subtly looking towards Mando’s back, you see a fist, a sign to hold your ground. Looking back towards the bodyguard, you tighten your hold on your staff instead.
“I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian. Or your bitch.”
He continues to step closer, his words only fueling your need for revenge. For resolve.
“That’s far enough.” Mando says quickly, your tension easing a bit while his rises with the last words shared.
One hand drops towards his blaster, the other free to speak to you in secret. You glare at the bodyguard, rocking subtly on your feet in preparation to jump.
“You and I are a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for our cause. Willing to take the right payment for risking our lives,” a seedy smirk forms on the bodyguard’s face.
“One more word about her and I’ll make sure no woman will ever see your face again,”
“It’s just innocent fun, Mandalorian. We both know how...expendable people like her are. Or have you grown attached?”
“I’m gonna throw my spear directly where the sun don’t shine here soon...” you mumble underneath your breath.
“Don’t,” a short, quiet word. One even his helmet couldn’t pick up on.
The sharp clang of Beskar hitting the ground is like a gong, signaling the end of the fight. Defeat fills the bodyguard’s ugly features.
“Looks like you win,” he states, placing his gun on the ground. Your grip never loosens.
Mando’s hand dances around his gun. Just at the right time, he pulls it out as the bodyguard does the same. His aim is at your head, but Din’s aim and pull of the trigger is faster, sending his body to the ground.
“I owe you,” you say.
“Don’t worry about it,”
Soon, the villagers come pouring out of their houses, nodding towards you both in thanks. However, one of their eyes goes wide from over your shoulder. Just as they alarm you to the threat, you pull your hidden gun out from your belt, turn and shoot down the last of the robot soldiers. Mando’s helmet just gazes at you, probably stunned.
“Guess you owe me now,” you smirk.
After you were able to escape the festivities of the town, you made your way back to the Razer Crest. Walking up the platform, you see Din holding Grogu close, a gentle thumb coaxing his tiny back.
“It’s amazing how close we’ve gotten to a creature so mysterious,” you whisper softly as you walk closer, the tip of your finger gently rubbing against the little one’s cheek.
Din’s helmet twists and the pang in your heart knows that it’s Ashoka, here to take him away.
“You be good, got it kid?” Din whispers to the little one.
“And you better not forget your Dad and I,” you whisper as well.
Mando’s shoulders drop at the name, your hand moving from the Child’s face to his shoulder, giving him a comforting hand through the armour.
“I can’t train him,” Ashoka suddenly says.
Looking towards the Jedi in question, you wipe a stray tear away. A bag hangs close to her hips, her hands tucked in front of her.
“You are like a father and mother to him,”
“But you promised to train him,” you quickly remind. “And we held up our end of the deal. As much as I hate to let him go, he needs you.”
Ashoka walks closer to the two of you, gently grasping Grogu’s hand as she goes deep into thought.
“There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tyhton, there you will find the ancient ruins of a temple deeply connected to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone there. There he can choose his path and call out to any other Jedi who will come searching for him. Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.”
Mando reluctantly accepts the alternative, nodding his head slowly.
“Thank you,” you say for him.
“May the Force be with you,”
Din turns and walks onto the ship, hitting buttons on the way up to the cockpit. As you turn to follow him, a gentle hand grasps your bicep.
“I found these with your family name on them,” Ashoka says, taking the bag off of her.
“Family name?” you shake your head. “No one knows of it but me. It died along with Mandalore.”
“Looters go there all the time in search for Beskar. It seems this armour was among the many things poached from their.”
Ashoka pulls out a piece of the armour, clicking a button to reveal the language lost to you, your family name written on the hologram in Mando’a.
“Oh my god,” you whisper.
“Just as the spear belongs to your friend,” Ashoka puts away the piece and hands you the bag. “So does this armour belong to you.”
Gently grasping it, you nod softly, shock still evident as you shake a bit from the discovery.
“Thank you, Ashoka.”
“May the Force be with you too.”
You slowly walk back up into the ship, opening the panel to close the hatch.
“And please, for Grogu’s safe, give the Mandalorian a chance. No one likes to see their parents at odds.”
With a smirk and a nod, you hit the button and close the hatch. Quickly, you disappear into your quarters on the Crest, laying the bag gently onto your cot. Opening it up, you pull out some damaged armour, but nevertheless yours. The one you remember your mother wearing before passing away, orphaning you.
You strip out of your many layers of jackets and scarves until you’re left in your tight undershirt and pants. As you slowly slip on each piece of armour, you remember your mother telling you about the Creed she took. One so much different to Din’s.
Never did she take her helmet off in public, but when surrounded by close friends and family, they got to see the sunshine of a smile she carried on her face. The one you missed so dearly. As you slip the helmet on, the tech reboots, showing heat signatures and all the weapons that hadn’t been damaged.
Slowly, you make your way up to the cockpit. After the last ladder rung, you gently tap Din’s shoulder. He turns in his seat, the Child excitedly giggling at the sight of you in your suit.
“Woah...” you hear him whisper, the sound seeping out from underneath his helmet.
“Am I okay to wear this? I know I don’t follow your Cr-”
“You’re a Mandalorian, (Y/N). There’s no difference to me in my eyes.”
You take the helmet off, holding it on your hip by your side as you walk to your chair. As your butt hits the seat, you lay the helmet on the ship’s dashboard.
“It suits you, Mesh’la,” Din says while turning back to the whizzing stars of hyperspace.
Instead of a glare, you smile.
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note — NSFW. whelp. if anyone wanted proof of me being clinically insane, this is what you could show them. not only has all of my free time been devoted to watching anything with pedro pascal in it, this is also what i think about while watching these anythings. i know there are people out there who have loved him for longer and are even more obsessed than i, so i figured i would share my personal headcanons for the PPCU (pedro pascal cinematic universe, duh). big love for any fans of pedrito - nat
MANDO
- VIRGIN with a capital V
- did you see how he reacted when grogu touched his face? this man has not been touched since he was a child
- he grew up with the mandalorians but he was exposed to suggestive behaviors because, helloooo, bounty hunter
- you have to coax him into it, but it doesn't take much, since he plans on keeping you around long term
- plus, you're so good with the kid
- you provide him a safe space to explore both himself and also your body and he has no idea how lucky he is for it
- doesn't make very much noise, but loves to listen to you
- he won't last long, he’s so sensitive from years of going untouched, but this man's recovery time???
- unparalleled
- he also has the dick of a space porn star and doesn't know it
- but seriously, rice purity score is NOT lower than 90, and most of the boxes he checks are "running-from-the-police" related
- he really wants to be held and have someone run their hands through his hair and kiss his neck and hold his hands is that too much to ask???
EZRA
- his words are where he gets you
- who knew dirty talk could sound so elegant??? and poetic??
- what a tease he is, too
- he pants so heavily right in your ear holy sweet lord
- and loves to laugh during sex
- he doesn't take himself super seriously unless he gets super into it, which has been known to happen from time to time
- safe words have been used between you two, which there's no shame in, but he's so good to you afterward
- he loves aftercare, and being gentle and sweet after a rough session
- asks you what you want and makes you beg for it
- makes you feel like you're in control but really, he's the one in control
- will make you cum before he does
- kinky kinky boy, almost always willing to try what you want him to
- loves to pin you down, but after he loses his arm it becomes a bit harder, so he settles for holding you flush against his chest as you squirm in his strong grip
FRANKIE
- a little soft spoken, but will whisper in your ear in public because he knows it gets you riled up
- will stare you down from across the room with bedroom eyes
- he's got that pilot's precision if you know what i mean aha
- he's honest with you about what he likes and has no qualms about telling you up front
- gives off switch energy, but you're gonna have to really make it worth his while if you want to fuck him
- a very gentle touch, which he would love to be reciprocated
- he aches from years in the service, his back, his knees, his shoulders
- would probably drop dead if you gave him a massage as foreplay
WHISKEY
- what an arrogant piece of shit
- "gorgeous, darlin', sweetheart, sugar"
- he will butter you up like a roll on thanksgiving goddamn
- so straightforward, and very up in your face, but it got you to sleep with him the first time you met him, so you can't say it doesn't work
- not the best with his fingers, but dear lord that tongue does wonders when he's not talking
- is a man on a mission to please you
- will spend an absurd amount of time between your thighs, and loves to feel you try to push him away when you get oversensitive
- loves it when you get feisty
- pull his hair, bite down a little harder than usual, push him down onto the bed or forcefully unbuckle his pants and this man will be putty in your hands
- is SO LOUD, and expects the same from you
- doesn't understand that because you're not screaming to the heavens doesn't mean he's doing a bad job
- associates volume with pleasure which isn't always the case
- that's something you'll have to work on with him, but he's a patient man
JAVIER PEÑA
- keeps condoms and lube on hand at almost all times
- ohhhh boy is this man willing to go at it wherever, whenever, you name it
- will fuck you until he sweats, and keeps going afterward
- and will definitely do you right
- he fucks to feel in control, so good luck trying to take control with this one
- almost tries to distance himself from you at first, but really it scares him that he cares so much
- there's just something about orgasming at the same time as you that just makes his whole week, and your hole weak (ahaha)
- likes to fuck you from behind and fuck you roughly, hands both occupied at the same time, mouth on you, and dick inside you
- very hands on, but can be sweet afterward
- this man kisses like no other you've ever kissed before, he leaves you breathless
MARCUS MORENO
- leads by example wink wink
- will show you what he wants done to him, and is pretty vanilla, but in a good way
- is big on foreplay and also aftercare, probably one of the sweeter ones on the list
- he's almost methodical in his sex, very routine, but willing to deviate for you
- gentle, but deep, languid strokes
- thinks he's quieter than he actually is
- always has a lot on his mind, so he really appreciates it when you can ease some of his tension
- secretly was really experimental in college
- very attentive to your needs and likes to tease
- morning sex is his thing. when he gets home from a long day, he wants to eat and relax and sleep. but in the morning? before anyone is up and before breakfast is even being considered, he likes to wake you up with sweet bruises and roaming hands
MARCUS PIKE
- marcus is the type of man to respect your boundaries fully, keep copies of toys he knows you like at his house, and surprise you at work with flowers and a dirty quickie in the bathroom because you've wanted to try it so badly
- a more traditional way of thinking on sex, and semi-reluctant to do anything involving his ass, but will try it for you if you really want him to
- a very quick learner, this one, and incredibly intuitive
- what he lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm
- it's almost like he can read your mind, when he uses just the right amount of pressure and uses just the right motion to make you cum for him
- you have no idea how anyone could give this up, let alone break his heart
- his favorite thing is having you ride him, your face buried in his neck as you grind your hips down as he whispers praise in your ear
- marcus isn't super kinky, but i'm sure you can convince him to try something new every once in a while
MAX PHILLIPS
- OFFICE. DESK. SEX.
- "a private word with you in my office, please."
- so very seductive. the hand on the small of your back gets you going and he knows it, but he'll have to be more subtle if he wants to keep you
- another one who will butter you up to get you to sleep with him. he's very obvious about it, so it may or may not work first time. regardless he's up for a challenge
- pays so much attention to your neck. you will have to invest in many turtlenecks if you want to be with max
- big on eye contact, except for the exception of fucking you senseless over his desk
- obviously, a vampire, so he's absolutely magic between your thighs
- is very personable with everyone else, mainly because he's a business major, but he LOVES to make you jealous, this man LIVES off of it
- will one hundred percent expect you to be putty in his arms immediately, and treats it as a competition if you aren't
- he WILL take it personally and will make it a personal goal of his to get you to like him and want to fuck him without using his powers
- a game of cat and mouse
- does not care at all about being loud in the workplace, but he likes to see you struggle to keep quiet, even if everyone else can hear you anyway
MAXWELL LORD
- has suCH a praise kink wow
- his favorite thing is to hear you moan and tell him he’s doing a good job
- a little more vanilla than his counterparts but does like to take control and be a little rough
- a switch sometimes, falls into ruts where he just wants someone to take care of him
- but he WILL NOT ASK FOR IT. his pride won't let him
- at first, he’s not as mindful of you as you’d like him to be
- his sex is fast and unpleasant with hands everywhere and mouths and teeth and touch
- so you sit him down, and show him what you like. very slow and sensual
- you take your time with him, and he eventually starts to do the same with you
OBERYN MARTELL
- remember din's rice purity score? yeah, oberyn's is maybe ten. which is pushing it
- when you meet him, he knows what he likes, and is very particular about it
- he's done his fair share of experimenting, but he's willing to try new things, if there's anything new to be tried
- takes control inside and outside the bedroom
- not afraid to show you your place
- he's the kinky one in the relationship, and he will let you explore his body all you want
- if he doesn't like it he will kindly redirect you, his hands on yours, stroking and tugging and redirecting pressure and placement so that you learn his body in and out
- loves to watch you with his girls and boys. what an exhibitionist this man is
- for most people, they have to choose between quantity or quality in their sex lives. oberyn martell is not most people
- he is a prince, and will not let you forget it, but likes it when you talk back and he has to punish you
PERO TOVAR
- the roughest one on the list, but not the kinkiest
- sex to him when he's at his worst is just a way for him to feel good and relieve stress
- when he's at his best, it's a way for him to make you scream his name
- very possessive about what's his, and if he has to show it in front of everyone else for them to know that he will do it
- this man fucks like a rabbit. how does he find the time??? nobody knows
- his libido is so high. you have no idea how he isn't absolutely spent at the end of a long day of fighting and training and wandering, but he'll fuck you where you lay if you let him and you're too tired to move
- once you accidentally walked in on him stroking himself, and the AUDACITY OF HIM
- he smirked, groaned, and asked you to help him out
- who could resist a man like that
In The Dark
Rating: 18+, Explicit Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Wordcount: +2K Summary: “We almost died” sex. Warnings: Some violence. Some smut. Some smut in a cave.
His hands shake as he hovers over you, leather knuckles running over the split skin of your cheek. Your eyes blink open - blurred vision - soot in the corners of your lids. Your lip is swelling. The air is ripe with the carcass of fire, the oxygen turned chemical and grim.
“Din,” you whisper and it’s terrified, ragged and torn up. He touches you, keeps just touching, skating his palms over your skull, your chest as he checks for gashes or fractures. “Din,” you repeat when you try to sit up.
“Stay still. I need to - I need to check you over. Your head hit the ground pretty hard.” Even with the modulator, even through the cool and indifferent coating, his voice sounds distressed - notched on a tremble. That was close - that was inches - seconds -
He murmurs your name as he lifts you up to scan your back, to search for anything. He presses his fingers to your temple and you flinch, a sharp, throbbing sting exploding forth. When he pulls his hand away, there’s blood on his gloves. He sighs, his enormous, hunched form deflating beside you.
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Did someone say Din Djarin Calendar??? Which one is your fav??
The Mandalorian season 3 ep 7 spoilers
Idk about u but when Din Djarin said “what means more to me, is honor. And loyalty. And character. These are the reasons I serve you Lady Kryze. Your song is not yet written. I will serve you until it is.” In the new ep of The Mandalorian I really was just trying not to scream as I watched it with my family 😵🦋🤞
Ummm anyway don’t contact me for 2-5 business days pls I will only be reading Din fics tyvm 💋
The Mandalorian season 3 ep 7 spoilers
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THE WAY HE FUCKING SINKS DOWN MORE AHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY 😵😵🫨😚
YOU BITCHES ARE NOT READY
Just finished the lineart for ch 0's cover! Now comes the new part: coloring...lets see how that goes and what type of shading/level of detail Im going to settle for. THEN I can hit the ground running and begins drawing chapter 0 and beyond! (Probs going to have a different cover for each chapter.)
Gn sweet sickos!
Rough Day original by @no-droids
Rough Day (abridged for Christian Roomates) Comic by @roughdaysandart
This fan here is undertaking the mammoth task of turning Rough Day into comics!! Check that out 😆. I seriously can't wait for the finished work!!
Rough Day Comic
Chapter 0: Preface, Part 1 official storyboard
Had a few hours today to finish the storyboarding (so YES, some parts are neat while others look like shit lol) for ch 0.1, and am going wild over some of the fun positionings/layouts Ive been experimenting with. Can't wait to start lineart and make it all pretty!
Enjoy this for now, sickos! Might be a bit before the next large post like this (though I will always enjoy giving snippets/sneek peeks). Hope the process goes faster though now that I know how to color and organize better etc.
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Rough Day original by @no-droids (not affiliated with them btw...dont know if im supposed to disclaim that lol)
RD Comic (AFCR) by @roughdaysandart
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Heyaaaah you made it to the end!
Rough Day in a comic rendition 😍😍🤩🤩
Rough Day Comic 0-1 "Other Talents"
💗PLEASE REBLOG TO SUPPORT!💗
SERIES MASTERLIST
Based on Rough Day by @no-droids
SERIES GEN WARNINGS: non-canon typical gore/blood, violence, light language, implied nudity, implied trauma (Blood, depression, anxiety, bullying, sexual), typos and general lore errors possible (plz lmk if you find any I enjoy accuracy)
See end for bonus content and credits.
LISTEN TO THE ACCOMPANYING MUSIC LINK(S) FOR A CINEMATIC EXPERIENCE! (LINKED AS YOU GO)
TRACK 1 (only) LINK: REPROGRAM
END CREDITS TRACK: A FRIEND -GUITAR COVER
Up Next: CH 0-2: "Rules and Habits"
"And yet, only when she was absolutely certain he wouldn't see ...shed let that nagging curiosity goet the better of her, make an exception...and-"
AUTHORS NOTE:
Well, this is the moment we've all been waiting for, sickos! I'm so proud of what Ive learned and been to accomplish these past few weeks (digital-art and writing in general), and have so much gratitude for all of the wonderful people who have followed along and encouraged me thus far. Most of all, thank you to the wonderful @no-droids for creating the fic in the first place. I cant wait to continue posting what's in store these next few (probably) years.
Thanks so much for reading! I hope you'll consider checking out my homepage for updates, sneek peeks, more depravity, the star wars mega-pinterest boards, and the unofficial soundtrack! 💗
Next chapter coming.....whenever its ready...in-person school is aboutta start and im going to pace myself and figure out how to balance going in person for the first time in a year...workin' and well...life, which includes this depravity and you all 💗!!!
Cheers, Sweet Girls. 💗
-M (@roughdaysandart)
CREATOR CREDITS
Credit to @saradika-graphics for the amazing dividers!
Credit to all of the talented artists making covers of the songs I link!
Credit to Brittany Broski for introducing me to RD/Ao3 this late in my life
Credit to...anyone else my mushy brain forgot (lmk ya'll)
credit to my drug-induced psychosis?
ERRORS/DISCREPENCIES/INNACURACIES (feel free to add)
on page 9, there is a spelling error (talens--> talents)
Sweet Girl was drawn on the cover before her design was finalized, and so her clothing as well as her body are not exactly the same as how she appears in the series.
On page 5, Din is supposed to be laying in the cockpit's main compartment listening to the closed door, not in the mini hall where the ladder resides.
On page 12, the rendering of the Crest's hull is a bit too wide (most dramatically apparent by the fresher door's length), the hull should be a tad more narrow. In addition, the flooring coloring is somewhat inaccurate, needing to appear more metallic instead of similar to the roofing textures and colorings
on the page beginning with "to say the least", the mini-halls' roof is suppposed to have a window. Therefore, the lighting of the space is somewhat innacurate.