A/N: Part 3 is here lovlies! I’m sorry it took a while but there has been a lot going on in my life as of currently but I still wanted to make time for you guys so I hope you enjoy!
Summary: You’re a dangerous wanted fugitive with a hefty price on your head who escaped your home planet from persecution and picked up the job of being a bounty hunter. To keep yourself away from the eyes of those after you, you were currently hiding out in a small planet mostly ran by outlaws and bandits, that is until another certain bounty hunter lands on your trail.
Warnings: violence and language
The sun was starting to set on the planet casting a glow across the landscape. And what usually would have been a warm sight for you to gaze upon like the brushstrokes of a painting, was now cold and even hostile. You found yourself in a large spacious room, darkened by the night sky that could be seen from the large glass windows. Looking around, you had recognized the room from the few details that you could make out. You had been here before. There were only a few sounds that could be heard within your ability, divided between your breathing and the beating of your heart, and the sound of blasters going off in the distance. But as you listened closely, you heard the soft whimpers of children hidden in the shadows of the room, their voices laced with fear.
“Hello?” You called out, your eyes scanning over the direction from where those voices came. “Is anyone there? It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” You held your hands out before you, desperate to reach for something in the hidden depths of the room in an attempt to find and help those frightful children, yet all you could feel was air between your fingers. The more your searched, the more you came to find nothing, just the stillness of the room and the contours hidden in it. You felt a sudden shift in the space behind you and in the air that hovered there, the appearance of a shadowed figure. You had sensed their presence the moment they stepped into the room, and it was someone that you were familiar with, someone you knew well. Turning around, you looked towards the little light that had slipped through the entrance of the area, noticing a cloaked figure standing at the doorway, his tall frame casting a shadow upon the floor.
“Y-you?” You squinted your eyes, making out what you could of the details of their face that was hidden underneath their hood. “Thank goodness you’re here.” You stepped up to them with a relieved expression, the small smile that had been on your lips shifting into a frown once you received a closer look at them. Their face had lost that kindness that you had once knew, and their eyes, you couldn’t seem to forget the appearance of their eyes. The warmth that was once filled within those orbs was now filled with something much more, a fire that was devoid of any form of comfort. You called out their name with furrowed brows, your voice laced with concern, but they did not mutter a single word in response. You knew the signs, yet you couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it. And then came that sharp sound you were much too familiar with as the glow of an object other than the dim lights outside casted the room in this haunting glow.
“So this is it then?” You shook your head at the figure with tears threatening to spill in your eyes. “Is this what it has come too?” You looked into their eyes, searching their depths for any sign of hope, only to see there wasn’t a single ounce of empathy in them. There was a pain slowly building in your chest, the feeling of every fiber in your being being ripped apart from the heartbreak. “Don’t make me do this. Please.” But the figure only moved towards you menacingly, holding their weapon out before them in an attempt to strike you down. And as you slowly reached towards your hip, that’s when you felt it, that searing hot pain that filled your side as a choked gasp escaped your throat. With widened eyes and gradual loss of feeling in your limbs, you looked up to your attacker with betrayal and written across your features, desperate to see anything, anything that could be a reminder of who they used to be. But you were met with none of that, only to see that there was not a single ounce of remorse behind their eyes. With choked gasps as you struggled to breathe, your eyes darted across their face before noticing a lone tear escape from their eye, slowly trailing down their cheek. And as you reached a hand out to wipe away their tear, as you had done many times before, the world around you blackened as you collapsed to the floor.
You jolted awake from your dream, the crying of the children and the sound of the weapon that had struck you echoing in your ears. Your face was wet with tears underneath your helmet as you breathed out in small pants, finding yourself back in the Mandalorian’s ship instead of the place of your nightmare. The pain was still there, that burning sensation that you had felt that exact night, as if you had been impaled just now. You squeezed your eyes shut against the feeling, concentrating on anything but it and forcing it to die down. To this day, you had no idea why it still flared up whenever you had that particular dream.
You glanced towards the Mandalorian, glaring at the back of his shiny ass helmet. “So. You gonna tell me who you’re taking me to or am I gonna find out when I get there.” You sighed, throwing your head back at the silence from the lack of his response and complete ignorance to your existence. “Right, I forgot. You don’t know how to formulate sentences, or words for that matter. I wonder how many of your bounties had died on the journey of their transportation just by being stuck with your very….lively presence. Bored to death, quite literally.”
You craned your head back, looking back to find the child and seeing him cuddled up in a makeshift bed, fast asleep. Pursing your lips in thought, you turned your head back around. You still pondered why a Mandalorian bounty hunter such as him would be in possession of a child, especially a child that was sensitive to the one thing you had come to forget. It had been so long since you had felt anything like that and you thought you would never come across it ever again. And the more you thought about it, the more you came to speculate that the only reason the bounty hunter had him would be that the child held value, value that would be sought out by those that had an agenda. One thing was for certain, you needed to find out more. Turning your head back around, you stared at the sleeping form of the youngling, quietly calling out to him. “Psst. Psst.”
The small green child sleepily opened his eyes, staring back at you with big brown orbs, muttering out a small blabber while tilting his head at you.
“Hello there little one.” You whispered with a kind smile.
“Hey.” The Mandalorian spoke up upon hearing your voice. “I thought I told you-”
“I’m not talking to you.” You cut him off before focusing on the child. “What does this pile of junk want with you? Is he selling you?”
“I said-wait what?”
The child muttered out a few noises that you could make out.
“Friend?” You quirked a brow. “Is he-is he your protector?”
Another babble of noncoherent words.
So the Mandalorian was protecting him. It had to be against those who were attempting to rebuild the empire, right?
“Wait, so the child is under your care?” You turned back to the Mandalorian to see him stare at you through his helmet briefly before speaking up.
“What business is it to you?”
“What business it is to me is frankly none of your business.” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t have to see his eyes to feel his glare. “Listen, tin man, I’m not going to hurt him if that’s what you’re thinking. You can ask him yourself if you don’t believe me, pretty sure the kid knows the difference between the good guys from the bad guys.”
The bounty hunter stared a moment longer in your direction before turning back around, focusing his attention on the controls in front of him and attempting to land the ship. Wait, had you already reached your destination? You watched as the Mandalorian got up from his seat and walked over to where you sat, crouching down to unshackle your ankles from the chair. “Whatever they are offering you, I’ll pay double.”
Silence.
“What is it that you want? Name your price and I can offer it to you, I have some influential friends. I can get you a much better ship if that’s what you are looking for. Hell, you could use a better ship.” You scoffed before letting out a wince from the way the Mandalorian grabbed you roughly by your arm and pulled you up. “Ow. Watch your grip will ya. Please tell me you don’t handle the poor child like he’s some sort of stuffed animal. Cause if you do, I feel sorry for him.”
“Walk.” The Mandalorian pushed you forward with his blaster pointed at your back.
“Is that really necessary?”
“Move.”
“Alright. Geez.” You rolled your eyes. You had half a mind to disarm him right then and there and flee for your life, but something told you that now was not the right time, that by fighting him once more would only give him more reason to go after you. With your eyes lowered in thought and your hands cuffed in front of you, you walked out the exit of his ship to find yourself in a familiar place, recognizing the same metallic buildings surrounded you. It was a place that you had seen many times before but had not visited in a long time. “Seriously? Coruscant? I’m guessing you want me to walk into that building there?” You turned around to face the bounty hunter with a raised brow, not knowing why you even bothered to talk to him at this point, as if he had anything to say to you.
The Mandalorian stared at you, his expression most likely identical to the helmet he wore. Blank. And for a moment you found yourself wondering what he looked like under that shiny bucket of his. “Move.” He spoke more firmly, using his blaster to push you forward.
“You really need to develop some social skills.”
The streets of Coruscant were bustling with life, with movement in every direction you looked. Speeders zoomed far over your head with a large whistling sound as you glanced around at the area before landing your eyes on a particular spot in the distance, a place that once held a large building of a great importance to you and many others before being burned down. The ends of your lips dropped at the sight, a heavy feeling now settling in your chest as you found yourself yearning for the time you once knew along with the faces that once warmed your every day each time you strolled those halls. You tore your eyes away from the skeleton of the place, returning your eyes to the front as the two of you headed over to the entrance of the building where two guards who stood at front blocked you from entering.
“What business do you have here?” One of the guards asked you, squinting his eyes at you and the Mandalorian in a poor attempt to see through the visors of your helmet.
“Tell the mayor I have his bounty.” The Mandalorian gestured to you with his gun.
Mayor? You scrunched your nose at the thought. What would a mayor have to do with you? You began to think back on when you might have upset a local mayor on one of your many little missions, but none came to mind. Your reputation was well known here, especially in the years before, and the more you thought about it, the more you hoped that you would not be recognized.
The guard gave the Mandalorian a look of consideration before finally stepping aside to let the two of you enter. “Follow me.”
You watched quietly as the metal doors slid open to reveal a decent sized and fashionable lounge, and immediately you were met with the cool air of the conditioned room and the sound of the soft jazz-like music playing in the background to liven up the area. The place was filled with a few local officials including a couple of security standing nearby to scan the area for any nearby threats. Great, this would be a bit of a hassle to get out of, you thought to yourself as you surveyed the area including all the exits. And it didn’t help that the Mandalorian had confiscated your blasters and your knives.
You could feel the gaze of those around you, their pupils tracing your armor as they stared curiously as to who the two new armored strangers could be, though their gaze lingered on the glint of the Mandalorian’s armor. The guard led the two of you into a separate room where in the center lay a boxy cushioned chair where a Rodian sat on top it, chatting away with another individual to his right.
“Ahem.” The guard cleared his throat, positioning himself upright at the mayor’s presence. “Sir. The Mandalorian has your bounty as requested.”
The Rodian stopped at the words of the guard, turning his head to face you with an amused sneer as he straightened out his robes, placing his teal fingers on the armrests of his chair while he leaned back.
“I see you have captured my bounty Mandalorian. I thank you.” The Rodian nodded his head in thanks before turning to one of his advisors, “Give him his credits.”
You slyly twisted your hand together uncomfortably, feeling the cool metal sliding around the skin of your wrists as you tried to break out of your cuffs in a poor and useless attempt, as if you could in any way tear through the metal. You let out a huff of irritation, your eyes following the other Rodian who was most likely his advisor, pull out a pouch of credits from his pocket before handing it over to the Mandalorian.
“You can count it to make sure.” The mayor gestured to the credits. “I assure you it’s all there.”
“So are you just gonna have me stand here or…” You cleared your throat, staring straight into the puzzled expression of the mayor.
“You’re a-you’re a girl?”
“Surprise.” You let out in a mocking tone.
“Impossible. You, mandalorian, you’ve brought me the wrong person.”
“Oh no,” You shook your head, “you’ve got the right person alright. Crik Madon is it? Yeah, I think I remember you now. I ran into your little "organization” back on Tatooine.“
The Rodian who you know came to recognize as Crik Madon, a small mayor of a small sector of Tatooine, sneered at your attitude. His tendril like green fingers clutched the arm rests of his chair before nodding to one of his guards who in turn jabbed you in the back of your knees, the force causing you to fall down to your knees. "Guard, remove her helmet. I want to see the face of the person that behind all this trouble.”
Your eyes widened, your breath trapped in your throat as the guard approached you, his gnarly hands reaching for your helmet in an impending manner. You tried to squirm away, refusing to let your identity be revealed, but the other guards held you back with their claws digging into your arms. The loose strands of your hair fell down to the front of your face from the bun you had put up and the darkness of the inside of your helmet was replaced with the lights of the room as you now found yourself squinting against them.
The Mandalorian had tilted his head ever so slightly at your appearance, his helmet masking the look of surprise that now sat on his face. You definitely weren’t what he had pictured. You were much more prettier than he had imagined, and something about you had set off this suspicion that you were a woman born into a high class.
“Impossible. You.” Crik pointed his finger at you, his large black eyes lost in thought. “I’ve seen you before.”
“I highly doubt that.” You gave a forced smile, yanking your arms away from the harsh grip of the guards.
“No. I know that face. You’re………y/n, you’re from Naboo aren’t you. Yes, and I believe you’re someone of importance. You’ve made quite the enemies with your little diplomatic missions. I wonder how much they’re willing to pay for you.”
Shit. You thought. Him knowing who you were was not a good thing.
“You gonna sell me off like one of your many slaves?” You spat, smirking at the look that he gave you. “Oh I know everything about your little trade. You know, I wonder what’ll happen if I make word of it. Like you said, I’m someone of importance.”
Crik sprung towards you in a fury, striking you across the face with the back of his hand. “You’ve got quite the tongue, though I must say I’m not surprised. I’m sure you’ve done many speeches in the past, senator.”
Senator? The mandalorian looked up at you from under his helmet, a quizzical look on his brow as he was questioning whether he heard that correctly. You, a senator of Naboo? Impossible. What in the worlds was a senator doing out being a bounty hunter?
“You won’t get away with this.” You spat out the blood from your mouth, the crimson color staining your lips.
“Oh?” Crik turned to face you after pacing about the room. “Last I heard. Your duties as senator have long been neglected. And besides,” he stepped closer to you, placing his slimy fingers under your chin to force your face towards him. “Pretty face like yours, I’m sure I can make quite the fortune off you.”
You clenched your jaw at his words, your nostrils flaring as you glared right into his insect-like eyes. “If you value your life, I suggest killing me off right now.”
Crik stared at you in anger for a moment longer, his eye twitching before nodding at one his guards and walking back to his seat. The guard who had led you into the room lifted up his baton before jabbing you violently in the ribs, knocking the air out of your lungs as you collapsed. You laid on your side in a pained mess, your hair matted against your face while every intake of air felt like knives slicing through your chest as your struggled to breathe.
“If you’re done counting your credits Mandalorian, you’re good to go.” Crik sat back in his chair, pleased with himself at seeing you in pain.
The Mandalorian had lifted his gaze from where you writhed on the floor, his hands just barely tightening around the pouch of credits that sat in his palm. “What’s gonna happen to her?”
“You know, it’s unlike a bounty hunter to ask questions.” Crik turned towards him. “But don’t worry. She’s in good hands. You can leave now.”
The Mandoalorian glanced once more in your direction before walking himself out, the sliding doors shutting behind him in a sharp low whistle.
You let out a choked cough, finally regaining your breath as you struggled to push yourself up despite having your hands bound together. You had to find a way to escape. It was now or never.
“Follow the Mandalorian.” Crik leaned over to whisper to one of his guards, his voice reaching your ears as you brought yourself up to a seated position. “Kill him and make sure no one else is on that ship and then destroy it.”
Your eyes widened at his orders, your thoughts now focused on the child as you watched the appointed guard leave the room with a blaster in hand. It was now or never y/n. You could take them all out now with brute force, but it would not be easy. And who’s to say you would succeed in time. You knew what you had to do. Squeezing your eyes shut in concentration, you focused on the one thing that you once knew, the one thing that was your life and purpose of being, the only thing that you had been out of touch with after the events. With your jaw clenched against the strain you were putting yourself through, a ringing started to form in your ears, a ringing that gradually started to form into vibrations that you were able to sense around you. Then there came the sound of the unclicking of a clasp and suddenly your hands were met with a solid cold metal object. Snapping your eyes open from the sensation, your looked down at your hands with relief to see the blaster that you had focused all your attention on, sitting perfectly between your palms. Huh, so you still got it.
“What the-” Crik looked at you in bewilderment, staring at the blaster that was now in your hands before turning to his guards to stop you only to be silenced with your blaster shooting straight through his chest.
The guards stared at their dead mayor in shock before taking out their weapons and pointing them at you with their teeth bared in anger. You dodged the red lasers of their blasters, rolling over to duck behind a pillar as their blasters went off, hitting the wall in front of you. You winced, hissing between your clenched teeth as one of the lasers had managed to graze your shoulder, leaving a tear in the fabric of your sleeve and a burned wound in it’s place. You pressed your back against the pillar, the blaster clenched firmly in your hands as you held it up to you, breathing in a deep breath before turning around just enough to get a good angle. With a few precise and quick pulls of the trigger, you killed off the rest of the guards. Scanning the room to make sure there was no one else of threat, you got up from your position before hurrying out the door.
Panting, you searched around for the Mandalorian only to see him turn the corner with the guard following close behind. Carefully, you sprinted up to them, lifting the blaster in your hands and shooting the guard right in the back. The Mandalorian swiftly turned at the sound of firing, his hand on his blaster as he watched the former guard fall limply to the floor only to reveal you standing right on the other side.
“Relax.” You stopped the man right as you caught him trying to slip his blaster out from its holster. “I’m not going to shoot you.”
“Did you….”
“Did I just save your ass? Yes.” You stepped over the dead guard to walk up to him, blowing the loose strands of your hair out of your face.
“That’s not what I-”
“Yeah sure. I didn’t do it for you. I did it for the kid.” You rolled your eyes before holding up your cuffed wrists. “Now would you mind returning the favor and getting these pesky things off?”
The Mandalorian stared blankly at you, and though you could not see his face beneath that obnoxious helmet of his, you knew exactly what was going through his thoughts.
“Look. If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead with your buddy there.”
You watched with a smirk on your blood coated lips as the Mandalorian pulled out the key from his pocket before unlocking the metal cuffs around your wrists.
You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, rubbing your wrists to relieve them after being restrained for so long. “Thanks.”
“How did you-” the helmeted man eyed the blaster in your hands that he was sure about not being on you since he had removed all your weapons before looking up towards where you had come from.
“Doesn’t matter.” You stretched out your arms before pressing the button on the wall to open the doors that led into the main room. “Now can we please go before someone notices the mess I left behind?”
You walked past the stunned Mandalorian with a scoff, throwing the blaster down near the dead guard before leaving the hallway. The Mandalorian stared at the corner that led into the room in which you were just held and down at the dead guard before following you out into the main room. To your luck, everyone was much too preoccupied at the moment with their drinks and the jazz band that had now played a newer and more upbeat tone, allowing the two of you to escape the premises without drawing much attention to yourselves. Once outside, you squinted your eyes against the sunlight after having spent your days under a helmet, bringing your hand up to block the sun’s rays from your face. You stopped for a second, turning around to stare back at the same place that had caught your attention not too long ago, that same heavy feeling creeping in your chest before you returned your thoughts to the events of the present as you followed the Mandalorian back to his ship, back to who knows what else would be in store for you.
A/N: Part 2 is here lovelies! I hope you all enjoy, and as always feedback and reblogs are much appreciated! Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! Have a beautiful day!
Summary: You’re a dangerous wanted fugitive with a hefty price on your head who escaped your home planet from persecution and picked up the job of being a bounty hunter. To keep yourself away from the eyes of those after you, you were currently hiding out in a small planet mostly ran by outlaws and bandits, that is until another certain bounty hunter lands on your trail.
You had just left the cantina much quicker than you had wanted and your mind was racing with the thoughts of what had gone down just inside. Right when you had arrived on this planet in hopes of keeping low and staying away from the eyes of those who wanted your head, those thugs had managed to ruin your plans and exposed not only your presence but also what you were capable of, which caused your stay here to be at risk. You just hoped that your little fight didn’t reach anyone outside the cantina.
It was a hot day and the air was dry, and the aroma of spices, sweet fruits, and roasted nuts from the street vendors filled the air, perfect for the desert-like climate. You wished you could rip your helmet off, indulge in the exotic smells this market had to offer and enjoy some sunlight and breeze on your skin for once. But you had your regular getup on, or your bounty hunter uniform, as you like to call it. And though the pieces of armor provided you with secrecy and protection, adding some bulk to your frame to make yourself look more masculine to conceal your feminine features, it was also a bit of a cage, confining you from the natural perception of the world. The dusty wind blew against your frame when you had stepped out on the street, making you clutch your cloak closer to you and pray that the wind didn’t pick up on speed in fear of it snatching away the helmet and revealing your face for the whole town to see. You were making your way to the edge of the town where you had parked your ship on the outskirts, your boots kicking up the sand around you with each step you took while the hem of your cloak blew behind you. A few of the townsfolk had glanced in your direction, paying no mind before going back to their business. Their town always had outsiders crossing through to the point they had become accustomed to seeing a new face or a new helmet. And as long as you weren’t causing any trouble, they did not seem to pay much mind, if anything it was more curiosity towards the travelers.
You had been focused on the path in front of you, your back straight and your head held straight forward and avoiding any type of eye contact with anyone until this uneasy sense came that someone was following you. To avoid making it known, you stopped by the nearest vendor, glancing down at the fruit laid out on the table before ever so slightly turning your head to see a glint of metal shrouded just barely behind the mass of people that walked the streets. Your eyes widened behind your helmet. You could recognize that armor from anywhere. What was a Mandalorian doing all the way here? More importantly, why was he following you and who sent him?
You cursed under your breath at the sight, turning around and thinking of the different possible strategies. You couldn’t outrun him no, as much as you would like to avoid tangling with a Mandalorian you had heard so much about, you couldn’t just run away, he’d catch up with you somehow. No. You would have to fight him, at least keep him held back while you revised a new escape plan and disappeared into a new planet. You continued to mutter fowl words under your breath, your eyes darting around trying to search for an alleyway to disappear into. You finally caught sight of one just a couple feet away, gradually picking up your pace as you headed straight towards it, sensing the Mandalorian doing the same. Some muttering of the locals had erupted around you as you pushed past them before reaching the alley. With the sound of the sand crunching beneath the soles of your feet, you made a sharp turn right around the corner, pressing on the cloaking button on your belt that made your cloak camouflage with your surroundings. Your appearance shifted in a flurry of pixelated tones before matching the colors around you, allowing you to disappear into your background. You jumped up and grabbed the nearest ledge on the wall, using a window frame to hoist yourself up on it, pressing your back flat against the wall while your feet barely balanced on the beam.
The Mandalorian had turned the corner not long after before stopping abruptly at the emptiness of the area, the positioning of the buildings blocking some of the sun’s rays and casting a shadow over him. Your eyes caught the glint of his blaster held tightly in his hand as he edged closer with careful steps, staring out at the dead end of the alley. A small curse escaped under his breath through the helmet as he scanned over the area to figure where you might’ve gone. You followed the darkness of his visor right as it passed right over you, the action making your breath hitch in your throat. You knew your cloaking device made you invisible, but for a moment you swore you felt his helmet burning right through you. Your heart was pounding in your chest from what felt to be hours as he went further into the alley, looking out for any possible place you might be hiding. From how hard your heart was beating in your chest, you feared he would hear it as he passed by in front of you.
Oh come on. Now is no time to be a coward. Fry him. You thought with your eyes closed shut as you desperately struggled to grip the sandy wall behind you in order to keep yourself from falling over.
Carefully keeping your balance, you slipped your revolver blaster out of your holster, your palms sweating beneath the leather fabric that covered them as your fingers closed tightly around the grip, making sure to be as silent as possible as you pointed it at the back of his head. You could taste the salt on your lips from the few drops of sweat that fell down from your forehead as you lowered your aim to the small opening just below his helmet where the fabric of his cloak covered the back area of his neck. Just one shot. It would be simple. Just one shot and he would no longer be a problem for you to worry about.
No, this wasn’t right. You still had some dignity left in you and shooting a Mandalorian in the back would be a cowardly move. If anything, he deserved a fair fight. But despite that, deep down, a part of you was convinced to let him go free. He was a bounty hunter, doing his job just as you were. And from the stories you heard, sure he was merciless towards his enemies and an excellent fighter at that, but he never harmed those that were innocent.
With a clenched jaw, you slipped your blaster back in your holster. You didn’t have to heart to kill him. Damn your sentiment, it was the one thing that always kept you from achieving whatever it is you could want. Sure, you weren’t going to kill him, but you were willing to knock him out, maybe even tie him down somewhere and threaten him a little to get him to back off your trail. Taking in a deep and steady breath, you jumped off the ledge and tackled the Mandalorian from behind, knocking him down to the dirt before standing back up on your feet. Luckily, you managed to catch him off guard and from the way he reacted, you could tell he was trying to figure out what the hell had just happened as he scrambled back to his feet. You watched him hold his blaster straight out, twisting his body around and pointing it at every direction but you. If this situation wasn’t threatening on your safety, you would have found this to be quite amusing and your snicker would’ve gave you away and gotten you shot on the spot. You’d bet your credits he was confused as shit under that bucket.
You could just walk away and leave, get yourself a new disguise and he would never be able to find you. But a part of you deep down wanted to fight him, test his abilities even. A part of you even found this entertaining, an amusement that you had once been told would one day get you killed.
There was an uneasy silence amongst the bustle of the town, the breeze blowing through the crevices in the building in low whistles until you felt the heat of the sun’s rays against your back, lighting up the alleyway that was once in hidden in shadow.
Oh no.
Your skin went cold as you caught sight of the Mandalorian looking down at the sand, following his gaze to find your shadow on full display at your feet. Shit. You had forgotten that the cloak was only able to camouflage instead of wiping out your solid form and making you entirely invisible, thus making you susceptible to certain factors that gave you away, like light hitting against you or dust being thrown at you.
The Mandalorian stalled for a moment, processing what he was seeing before lifting his blaster and shooting straight at you. You had managed to jump out of the way just barely in time, but not soon enough as a sharp burning sensation cut through the side of your arm. You swung your fist at him, making sure to aim under his ribs and avoid his chestplate in order to hit soft tissue instead of solid Beskar. Your opponent let out a grunt in response much to your satisfaction, but it seemed as if luck was on his side as he grabbed your outstretched arm just in time before slamming you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you. You laid there on your back for a quick second, stunned and coughing from the twisting pain in your chest until a slight static sound caught your attention, looking down to see that your cloaking device was malfunctioning, leaving you entirely visible after a short series of pixelated glitches. Not only that, but the force in which he slammed you had managed to detach your chestplate, the piece of olive green painted metal now lying a few feet away from you, leaving you in just your tunic and the soft padded vest you had on top to separate the roughness of the metal from your clothes.
You muttered a small curse under your breath, pressing a firm hand to your torso as you tried to regain your breath, twisting your body around with a grunt in a struggle to get yourself up until a pair of brown leather boots placed themselves right beside your head. Turning your head towards the sky, you were met with his blaster pointed right at you, the dark hole of the barrel staring right into your soul
“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.”
“How about neither.” You snarked, your voice coming out in a low tone through your helmet’s speaker before swiftly propping up on your elbows and twisting yourself against the dirt, kicking his legs out from underneath him and making him fall. You tried to get up but failed as you were once again met with the rough sand as he grabbed the fabric of your tunic and slammed you down on the ground again, pressing his forearm against your chest in order to get you to stay down. The latter action made you widen your eyes in horror. You didn’t have your chestplate on and now there was nothing to conceal the flesh there. You noticed that this had confused the Mandalorian as well from the way he sat back for a moment and tilted his head.
“What the-you’re a-” He breathed out before getting cut off by the bottom of your boot slamming into his head and knocking him back.
You took this chance as a means to escape, twisting yourself around and pushing yourself up with your hands until another pair of hands yanked at your ankles, causing you to fall face first into the dirt. “Ow! son of a-” A pained grunt escaped your lips and you almost could’ve sworn your nose had been broken from the sharp pain that spread through the center of your face. The Mandalorian pulled at your legs, dragging you across the dirt while you thrashed around, feeling his knee press down on your back. Another grunt escaped between your clenched teeth, your breaths coming out in aggravated huffs as you tried to break yourself from his hold once you felt his hands wrap around your wrists and pull your arms back behind you. There was the sound of a click and a small beep, and the skin left exposed on your wrists underneath your sleeves were met with the feeling of cold metal as a pair of handcuffs locked itself around them.
Great, just great.
You rolled your eyes from underneath your helmet as you felt him grab you by your bicep and pull you up to your feet.
“Let go of me!” You huffed as he pushed you, squirming around in his grip while he refused to let go of your arm after the resistance you put up. You noticed that your voice was no longer distorted into a lower tone, which meant that the fall had somehow damaged the distorter you had set up in there, now causing you to sound like your normal self. Could your day get any worse?
“Cut it out.” You heard him order from behind you.
A scowl appeared on your lips as his grip around your bicep tightened, your eyes drifting to the ground and spotting your chestplate laying on the side up ahead. “Can I at least get my chestplate?” You let out a huff as you were only met with silence. “Oh come on. It took me a while to make that you know. Besides, I’m kinda bare right now and I feel naked without it so I really need it. I don’t know if you noticed back there but-”
“Quiet.” He cut you off, causing your nostrils to flare until you noticed him pick your chest armor off the ground, the slight action making a small smirk appear on your lips despite being handcuffed and taken in for your bounty. Of course, you weren’t to going to accept defeat that quick. You had to devise an escape plan quick and wait for the right opportune moment. Though now wasn’t it.
The watchful eyes of the locals were now trained on the shiny armor of your captor, their eyes following the two of you curiously as you went, the Mandalorian and his freshly caught bounty. You were glad you wore a helmet, relieved they couldn’t see the look of embarrassment written across your features.
It wasn’t long before you arrived at a vessel that was parked on the outskirts of town, what seemed to be most likely his ship.
“Wow. What a piece of junk.” You made a snide comment, looking up at the big junk of metal as he as opened the entrance to his ship before shoving you inside, causing you to glare at him through the visor of your helmet. “Hey, don’t manhandle me alright.”
“Keep moving.” You felt him push you forward with his hand on your back.
You took in your new surroundings, glancing around at the dullness of the interior with a distasteful look on your face. “Yikes. You could use some major redecorating, liven the place up a bit. No wonder you’re so grim.”
Silence.
“My point exactly.” You muttered under your breath.
“Sit down.” You felt him place his hand on your shoulder to try to push you down on the chair in his cockpit but you refused to budge.
“Can I at least put my armor back on?”
The Mandalorian stood quiet for a moment and you could almost feel him glaring at you through the slit in his helmet before turning you around and shoving you against the wall with your back facing him.
“Easy there will ya.” You hissed as he fumbled with the lock on the handcuffs. “Geez, is this how you treat all the ladies you bring in here?” A short second later, you felt the handcuffs around your wrist loosen up with a click after the sound of the beep went off.
“Any sudden moves and I shoot.” You heard him say beside your ear before stepping back
“Alright.” You lifted your hands up to your head, slowly turning around to see him standing a few feet away from you with his blaster pointed at you. “No need to be hasty, I’m just going to strap on my armor and that’s it.” You grabbed your chestplate that had been lying on the back of the chair before slinging the leather straps over your shoulder and fastening them, making sure that the metal covered the areas that needed protection. “Before you uh, handcuff me back up, would you mind letting me keep my arms in front of me. It’s kinda you know, uncomfortable having your hands tied behind you while you’re sitting in a chair.
There was another moment of silence, the lack of reply from the Mandalorian causing you to unconsciously shift on your feet before he finally stepped up to you and handcuffed your arms in front of you.
"Thank you for your consideration.” You smiled sarcastically even though he could not see a single inch of your expression.
“Sit down.” He directed in a monotone voice with his blaster still pointed at you, to which you plopped down on the seat in exaggeration.
You let out a scoff and a roll of your eyes as the Mandalorian lowered himself to the ground to tie your ankles to the bottom of the chair so you wouldn’t try to pull anything else. “You distrust me that much huh. Fair enough.” You leaned back in your set, twisting your body around and adjusting to make yourself comfortable as you watched him go over to his seat and start up the aircraft before taking off. You sniffled through the stuffiness in your nose, scrunching up your face from the smell of the blood that had dried up inside. Well it didn’t feel broken, and you have had broken noses before, though your body ached from your fight with the Mandalorian and the quarrel you had with the previous bounty you were after who just happened to be 8 feet tall and full of muscle. Let’s just say you didn’t like being tossed around like you were some stuffed animal. You were positive you had formed new bruises and reopened up the wounds you had just stitched earlier today from the way that some areas felt sore and tender.
“So uh….” You tried to make conversation while looking around for anything that just might help you break free and escape. You had to find a way out, one way or another, and it didn’t help that you were leaving the planet and your own ship behind. “Where we heading?” No answer. “You know, I’d like to know where I’m being sent and just who it is I am being sent off to.” Still no answer. Maybe, just maybe, if you annoyed him enough he might give up and set you free, that trick had worked once a long time ago. But sweet talking would definitely not work on him. “That’s some uh, pretty neat armor you got there. What is it, Beskar? So like how many hours do you spend polishing it?……………………….Okaayyyy then. I see you’re not much of a talker.” You nodded your head awkwardly before looking around again, edging a bit off your seat to get a better look at things.
“Quit moving around back there.”
“Oh. So you do talk, not much I presume. But you talk. I mean, you’ve gotta have said more than a few words in your lifetime, otherwise……….my goodness. Oh and by the way, you kinda messed up my gear, my voice distorter and my cloaking device are broken because of you and I believe I should receive some kind of compensation.” Ah yes more silence. You hated him already. I mean, you respected him, you’ll give him that. You just hated being with him, tied down to a chair with nothing but the sound of the aircraft and your own voice. A part of you even prayed that you would reach your destination quicker just so that you would not have to be stuck with him for who knows how long. And the fact that he wasn’t budging was pissing you off. There was one last thing you could do, one last trick. “Well then! If you don’t mind, I’d like to liven up this extremely dreadful atmosphere by singing some tunes. Maybe it’ll…..I don’t know……lift your spirits.” You cleared your throat before singing a tune you had once heard, making sure to be as exaggerated as possible.
“Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go Oh I want to take you down to Kokomo, we’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow That’s where we want to go, way down in Kokomo……………
Tell everybody, I’m on my way! New friends and new places to see! With blue skies ahead, yes I’m on my way! And there’s nowhere else that I’d rather be!!!” You belted out before stopping at the sudden feeling of something touching your leg. “AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!” You jumped in your seat, your scream even startling the Mandalorian himself. “Yo! What the-” You looked down at your feet with a pale face to see what had grabbed you and being met with a pair of big brown eyes staring up at you, eyes belonging to a small green child with large pointy ears that reminded you of someone you once knew long before. “Oh. Hello there.”
“Grogu?” You heard the Mandalorian speak before turning his head around to face the small child that stood by your feet. “What are you doing there? Stay away from her. Go back to bed.”
The child tiled his head and let out a small blabber, his tiny fingers clutching around the fabric of your pants.
“He uh……he likes my singing.” You muttered out in sheer disbelief of there being a youngling aboard the ship, and not just any youngling. Something about him felt different, but you couldn’t quite figure it out.
“He what?” The Mandalorian now looked up to you. “You……understand him?”
“………Kind of?”
“Grogu. She’s dangerous. Go back to bed okay?”
The small child lowered his head in disappointment before waddling off as you watched him go with a softened and thoughtful look in your eyes. You tried to remember where you had seen him, if you had anyways. He reminded you so much of a mentor you once had, and you were saddened by the thought.
“What is he doing here?” You questioned before turning to stare at the back of the Mandalorian’s helmet, your reflection only staring back at you. “What purpose do you have with a youngling?” You leaned back in your seat when he provided no answer, the frown on your lips only deepening as you stared out at the stars that blanketed all around from the view outside the window. You had to find out why he had the child with him, whether it was for a bounty or whether he was just under his care, you did not know. And when you do, once you found an escape, you’d take him with you.
Summary: Your little backwater home is flyover country for most of the galaxy. Galactic Republic? Empire? New Republic? It’s all the same to you. Strangers fighting over your home. At least, it is until a very familiar ship with a not-so-familiar pilot makes an emergency landing, and needs your help. The mystery man, covered in beskar, so desperate to return to the stars, finds something unexpected on his unscheduled detour.
Warnings: SMUT, PIV sex, oral (m and f receiving), helmetless Din, never-been-kissed Din, things escalate quickly u guys, more body warming, soft!Din, domestic things… let me know if I missed something
A/N: A certain Vanity Fair article had me spiraling back into Din-land once again… My beloved @ezrasbirdie came through with the beta help as always. We’re both In Too Deep with our love of this metal man and we’re happy about it.
Din takes to farm life with an enthusiasm that leaves you breathless.
It starts the morning after your first night together; you wake, cradled against Din’s warm chest, fingers spread over his stomach. It’s muscular and strong, with a layer of softness that feels good under your palm. Din must like the way you’re absentmindedly stroking the flesh, dusted in dark hair, because he makes a little hum of pleasure and kisses your hairline.
Warning: smut, porn with a little plot, okay it’s a lot; overstimulation, multiple orgasm, edging, fingering, penetration, breeding kink, squirting but only if you squint, Mando has big cock syndrome
Based on the “Mommy Milkers Mando” post, I put way too much effort into this and it’s pure filth, read at your own risk, if you guys like it let me know and maybe I’ll turn it into a series lol
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You’d been traveling with Mando for over three months.
During that time, all of which you spent scrubbing the floor of the Razor Crest and fixing the antique back to working conditions, you’d grown accustomed to the presence of both the bounty hunter and the small green creature under his care. When you asked about it all Mando gave you for an explanation was that the “child” was a foundling and that it was under his care. As if that was good enough to answer your question. Before he was walking off to go on another hunt.
Most of the times he took the child with him, and on a few rare occasions, like today, he’d leave it behind with you. Mando said he’d be back in a few hours. But even the little green alien grew restless inside the confines of the cockpit the longer that time went by. Mando was never this late. In fact even when he came close to being late it was usually within minutes of his estimated arrival. But it had been six extra, long and dragged out hours, since he told you he’d be back. You knew it wasn’t your place to question him, after all you where only the hired help, and Mando rarely told you much anyway.
Your job was to take care of the child and not interfere with the Mandalorian’s job, it was as simple as that. “Maybe I should go look for him,” Yet here you where worrying about him as if he needed you to. “Well?” You looked down at the child for some sign of an agreement, casting its massive eyes up at you expectantly. He opened his tiny mouth, yawning in exhaustion, seemingly worn out from keeping up with your constant chatter. You laughed quietly as he blinked tiredly at you, “Come on, little one. Let’s get you to bed.”
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You where stressing out now. It’s not like Mando hadn’t gone on long hunts before, this wasn’t something new after all, sometimes you’d even gone days without seeing him. But what distinguished this from the other times, was the fact that he’d usually tell you how long I’d take him to come back. You stood up, dusting off your pants to come up with a backup plan if Mando didn’t return in the next twenty minutes. But almost as soon as you decided against the idea, figuring Mando could handle himself, the hatch of the ship opened and Mando strode in with the bounty blabbering about a bargain not far behind. “Please I can pay-”
The poor idiot didn’t stand a chance, couldn’t even finish his sentence before Mando was shoving him in carbonite. He didn’t anticipate how long this would take him either, didn’t expect the bounty to put up a surprisingly good fight. And despite him being done with the job, bounty frozen in carbonite, his shoulders where tense with something near frustration as you walked towards him. He seemed more wound up than he’d ever been in the short time you knew him, and something about that made you uneasy. “What happened?”
This close, the lights where giving you perfect visibility of his disheveled state. For starters his chest armor along with the shoulder pads where discarded on the floor, as he sat hunched over on one of the crates littered in the ships hull. The arm guards where still connected to his forearms, and the yellow gloves remained attached to each individual finger. But despite this being the most exposed you’d seen Mando, aside from the day you caught a glimpse of one of his wrist, this wasn’t what struck out the most.
It was the state of the clothing beneath, which was nearly falling off his chest, like something had somehow melted off the fabric. There was practically more holes than there was fabric, patches of flesh peaking out through the wide openings which left him completely exposed. “Xenoboric acid, the beskar kept it off my skin for the most part.” He answered you without you having to ask him first, and then you realized maybe you where ogling him too much, too intently that he took notice and snapped you out of your trance.
“Are you hurt?” He was quiet, like he had to think about it. As if he suddenly remembered that maybe he was hurt. “Not that bad," he reached behind him, where his cape usually covered the broad expanse of his shoulders. "It’s all mostly on my back, and I can’t reach back there.” You should have crushed the thought before it grew in your head, spreading like a wildfire that burned on the tip of your tongue until the words came rushing out trying to escape. “Maybe I can help you, if you’d like.”
He gave you a nod, sitting upright into what you assumed was a comfortable positing for him. You grabbed the nearby medpac and went around to see how bad the damage was, not sure if he even had a shirt covering him in the first place with how much the acid ate away. “Would you mind if I cut this off? It’s only going to get in the way.” He handed you his vibroblade in response, and with careful gentle tugs you managed to cut off the remaining fabric.
“Is it bad?” It really wasn’t bad. The few minor burns looked mildly irritated, the skin barely flushed in reaction. But your sudden reaction of shock upon seeing how many scars he had could have been mistaken for a “shit this is bad” sign. You cleared your throat, grabbing the bacta spray and slowly covering the blotchy spots on his skin. “Not at all.”
Maker his skin was nice. Despite the many scars, and the lingering bruises from previous hunts, you couldn’t help but admire him. The strong muscles of his shoulders, the prominent back dimples, and the constellations of moles and freckles littered on his skin. You wanted to kiss every single one. Map out exactly where they where and trace them every single day so you wouldn’t forget them. Your finger squeezed the spray a little too hard, and this seemed to catch Mando off guard because you could practically see the shiver as it ran down his spine.
“Sorry it’s just,” he paused, unsure if he should admit it to himself that he was enjoying this as much as you where. “It’s been so long since I’ve had human contact.” Somehow those where the wrong words to us, or maybe in a way it was the right one. Because it made you run your index finger across one of his scars, slowly trailing it down his spine , and then pausing before moving up to the dip between his shoulder blades. He sighed when your hand came to a stop on his shoulder, bringing his own gloved hand to rest on top of your fingers. “I was so worried you wouldn’t come back this time.”
He didn’t push your hand away, or pull you closer, almost like he was reaching some unknown limit you didn’t know about. For you this this wasn’t new, by any means, because it was nothing explicitly out of the ordinary. But for Mando? This was too intimate, to close to what the creed said was wrong, and for the first time he wondered why exactly it was so wrong in the first place. Why he should push you away instead of considering that for a moment he shouldn’t. “I know.”
He wasn’t blind, or oblivious to the shy glances you’d given him in the three months you’d spent together. How he’d notice the glint in your eyes when you saw him come back from a hunt. He wouldn’t lie and say he hadn’t thought of you either. Hadn’t suppressed his feeling that had somehow rooted themselves since the moment he met you, Hadn’t wished that the fingers currently trailing his skin where replaced with something else.
The grip on your hand tightened, and he didn’t bother to notice how his arm was tugging you forward until you’d come around to face him. Slowly, like some sort of forbidden game, he pulled you into his lap, hands feeling for your warmth as they gripped your legs and touched anywhere they could. He wanted this, he wanted you. And it seemed you where both tired of pretending like you didn’t.
You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, bitting lightly at the exposed patch of sensitive skin. While he worked on removing your pants, you let the back of one of your hands tease the front of his own and felt thrilled to find him hard and prominent against his zipper. A frustrated sound came from your throat when he began unbuttoning the front of your shirt. “Don’t worry about undressing me. Stop wasting time and just fuck me already, I’ve waited long enough.”
“Someone sounds eager,” Mando replied, bending his knees to grind himself against the slit between your legs. “Were you really waiting for me this long? You could’ve just told me what you wanted sooner.” You gasped at his actions. “I thought I dropped enough hints,” you said voice shaking as you let out a sigh, stretching further across his lap when one of Mando’s hands snuck inside you shirt to rub and pinch one of your nipples.
You'd barely just begun, but you where already terribly aroused, face flushed with excitement, the skin at the back of your neck shimmering with a fine layer of sweat. You already told him what he wanted to hear, but this was something different and new to you both, crackling with tension, ripe with desire. You didn’t just want him. You needed him, hungered for him in a way that only Mando could satisfy.
There wasn’t really a need for him to give shape to the words that you where thinking, but he leaned in close to your ear anyway, whispering his answer through modulated beskar on your skin. “You mean the look you always gave me, like you might die if I didn’t give you my cock. Is that it?” He ran his gloved fingers up the front of your panties just to watch the way your face twisted as you fought to withhold a most immodest expression.
“…I couldn’t ask you, every time I wanted to bring it up I just couldn’t, which just made me want to hold you down in one place, for you to hold me down, to fuck– I don’t know.” You bit down on your bottom lip and leaned back, presenting yourself to the bounty hunter, tits spilling out of your shirt slick with sweat and flushed pink. “I didn’t have anything else to do so it was all I could think about.”
“I desperately wanted you and yet I never brought myself to make a move.” You flexed your thighs anxiously, unconsciously even, as you waited for Mando to touch you, to do something. Under your hand, he felt so hard that you knew it must have been getting uncomfortable to stay trapped in his clothes. It took Mando a lot of fortitude to keep himself from carelessly tearing the rest of his clothes off himself, the things you said bringing life to something dangerously primal in him.
“Please” you didn’t care about sounding needy, rolling your head against your own shoulder, head thrown back, looking up at Mando with lust clouded eyes. “I’m so wet right now, I feel like I might come if you so much as put your hands on me again. You’ll take responsibility for this, won’t you? It’s your fault, after all for making me wait this long.”
Mando swallowed, watching your arousal drip down your thighs. To test you, he ran his thumb up your thigh and nearly groaned when you shivered, your body jerking in response. The way you stiffened, it looked like you really where trying to keep yourself from coming. And Mando didn’t want you to come before he even gave you what you really wanted, so he immediately went to work on his own pants and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. “Mando I don’t care if it hurts, just please, hurry.”
“I do, though,” Mando said. He wasn’t the type who liked to toot his own horn, but fitting his cock in you would be a physical impossibility without lubrication and the proper preparation. You wouldn’t be the only one he would be hurting if he tried to slam the unlubricated girth of it in you all at once. Thankfully, you took him seriously, relaxing on his lap momentarily.
He put his hands on the backs of your knees to get you to stay where you where. With your legs pushed apart, Mando found it easy to slide in his first finger. You made a sound in the back of your throat and your thighs clamped together so suddenly that you might’ve fallen off his lap had Mando not grabbed you with his other hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked, stroking your hip.
“I was serious when I said I might come. Don’t do more than you have to.”
Gently, he nudged your legs apart again and added a second finger, pushing them in slowly to open you up. After he withdrew them, he added a third for good measure. Two may have been enough, but a third never hurt when he knew that his cock would pose a much greater strain on your body.
As he moved his wrist and curled his fingers as much as he could inside your incredible tightness, you reached down and squeezed your fingers around the base of his cock. The buckles on his loosened belt jingled as his shoulders tensed in arousal at the sudden contact. “Please,” you muttered, dipping your head low enough to press you forehead against his collarbone.
When Mando removed his fingers, the sigh that you gave sounded like one of relief. Mando moved back for a few seconds to appreciate the sight before him. The position you where in wouldn’t require much adjustment. He could just lift you up a little, and it would perfectly line his cock up to your entrance. So he did just that. Grabbing you by your waist, he lifted you up slightly and pulled you back down, lifting your hips upward to provide Mando with a sufficient angle. You sighed in response and wiggled your hips, glancing up at his visor with an irresistibly needy look.
He stopped to remove his gloves, while you continued to watch as Mando took himself in his hand and applied some of the slick arousal between your legs on his fingers like lubricant to his cock. He stroked it, covering himself thoroughly, then pulled his hand away to hold your waist, and readied himself at your entrance. Nudging his cock against your slick entrance, he applied some light pressure and continued to move his hips forward slowly until your body relaxed enough to allow the head to slip inside.
A hiss escaped from between his clenched teeth as he slowly sunk deeper inside and you kept watching. You didn’t quite get a good look at it but you where almost certain Mando wasn’t even halfway in, somehow, everything was proportionally bigger all of a sudden. He pulled back, feeling the tight pull of your body around every inch of his cock. Then he pushed back in again, going all the way to the base, when he heard you give a surprised yelp and-
“Did you come already?” Your entire back stiffened, but Mando could feel it, the intense pulsations around his cock, felt the backs of your thighs quivering against his own. You buried your head down, refusing to answer, but when Mando reached down and put his fingers around you clit, there was no mistaking it. “And you’re still this wet.”
Your nails dug into his shoulders burying your face in the crook of his neck to hide his embarrassment. “I told you,” you said, sounding muffled. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold on.” That made him wonder, though. Your arousal didn’t seem to be waning in the least, so he wondered if he could assume that you wanted more. “Is it alright if I keep going? You feel even tighter than before, but I’m definitely willing to give you more if that’s what you want.”
“I won’t do anything to stop you,” you said, loud enough to catch Mando’s attention. “Keep going ‘til you’re satisfied.” Now that he had your expressed permission, he wasn’t going to hold back. But as Mando told you, your felt even tighter after you came, your muscles all clenching down around him to hold him inside. It took him a few awkward thrusts before you started to loosen up again, to relax around him, but then it was just right.
It felt incredible inside of you. He already got some of your cum on his hand, so he reached down and lightly massaged his slick fingers back and forth around your clit in slow circular motions. You couldn’t help the moan that left you and when you pushed back to meet one of his thrusts, Mando felt his cock twitch inside you.
“You’re really raring to go,” he said, appreciating the bundle of nerves shiver your entrance with firm, smooth strokes of his fingers. You moved in response meeting another one of his thrusts, taking him so deep that your thighs met snugly with Mando’s own. Every thrust drew a pleased sigh from you and his breath seemed to hitch whenever he angled his thrusts upward. With how tight you where, it was a bit difficult to angle himself without moving you around too much, but his width seemed to make up for it. It was like every push drove his cock over your sweet spot in the position he held you in his lap.
You had assumed most of the control. Even though Mando was the one holding your waist, you where the one doing most of the work, pressing yourself down against his cock to drive his shallow thrusts deeper. Your pace was slow, pleasurable, but once Mando realized the effect he was having on you, he wanted to see how much you would be able to take.
Mando put both hands on you waist and pressed in hard, eliciting a bright gasp from your parted lips. “There?” he asked, repeating the motion, receiving the same reaction. You panted hard and stretched your arms out to grasp the sides of his thighs. Mando pulled your hips up a little higher, lifting your feet right off the floor so that he could take full control.
“M-more,” you gasped, voice breaking. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Please… Mando. Harder. Give me more.”
Mando could tell that he was nearing his own limits already, yet it looked far from over for you. After another few well-timed jabs of his cock, he felt your walls squeezing around him again, threatening to draw his orgasm from him as you endured your second. When the pressure surrounding him became almost too much to take, he pulled out. He made sure to keep his hands on your waist to keep you from falling as he shivered through his climax and gently helped you move to the floor so that you could lay more comfortably on your back without any support. As he turned your over, he caught a glimpse of the mess he made on your thighs, his own cum dribbling down obscenely to your entrance and felt his breath catch and his cock respond with interest as well.
When the shaking in your thighs subsided, you took a deep breath and lifted a hand to push the sweat from your forehead. You looked down your body at Mando, cheeks flushed a passionate red, and your eyes slowly traveled down his body; from his helmet, over his heaving chest, down to his cock that still jutted attentively.
You eyed it thoughtfully, then started to impatiently tug at your shirt. Mando chuckled softly, amused by your fruitless struggling, and decided to help you. The shirt was quickly pulled off and discarded into the hull of the crest, along with the rest of your clothes. When that all was removed, you laid back languidly and parted your legs wider for him, lifting your knees up with your hands. Your arousal had finally begun to subside but you stroked your fingers over your own entrance gently, sighing when you touched the too-sensitive spot where Mando had stretched you open. “Go on,” you said with a slight tilt of your head.
“You really want more?” Mando asked. His cock begged him to shut up and not question your decision. You curled one of your fingers, beckoning him closer seductively. He couldn’t argue with that, his cock hard again in an instant while he dropped down to his knees. Mando returned to his place between your legs and positioned himself, then slowly pushed inside as he sunk down into your embrace.
Mando did a good job of pretending to be relaxed, but he could feel the desperation in your embrace. You clung to him with your arms thrown loosely around his neck, as Mando wrapped his own around your waist, his arm guards digging into your skin. Your legs slid easily around his waist with the way you where laying on your back, and even though it probably wasn’t the most comfortable of places for you to lay, it was extremely easy for Mando to thrust into you from there.
The additional lubricant from both of your cum mixed together was exactly what he needed. Perhaps it was the lube, perhaps it was just your body becoming more accommodating – whatever it was, he found it a lot easier to piston his hips, encountering no resistance from within. You wrapped your legs around his waist more tightly, holding him against you in a way that kept his thrusts short. Despite the fact you already came twice, it wasn’t too long before you where close again, your breathing having gone ragged long before then. Mando glanced down and had to still himself for a moment, worried that he would come on the spot when he saw the look on your face.
You weren’t even trying to hide how good it felt anymore. Your pleasure was on open display; face red all over, eyelids half-closed, your lower lip held between your teeth as you moaned softly whenever Mando grazed that spot inside your with the head of his cock. You must’ve realized what an irreparable mess you where because you didn’t even look away when you noticed Mando looking at you. Any slight touch to his skin made you shiver, so it seemed that he may have already gone beyond his limit, but Mando was curious just how long you intended to keep going.
One thing was for sure, though. Mando wasn’t going to be able to last – not when he had you underneath him, looking like you needed his cock more than anything else in the galaxy. “I’m close,” he warned, planting his hands on you shoulder, pushing lightly to try and separate you. “Shit, if you don’t let go of me, I’m going to come inside of you.”
You didn’t seem concerned. “Coming inside feels good though, doesn’t it?” You took a breath through your nose and your nostrils flared as a devilish grin stretched across your lips. “I know you want to.”
With your legs locked around his waist, he didn’t have much choice. Mando was definitely strong enough to pry you off if he really tried – if he really wanted to – but his body had other plans. You dug your nails into his shoulders and pulled him down to press your heaving chest against his own, and any noises he made were muffled inside the helmet. You gave a few very nice rolls of your hips that caught Mando off guard and managed to pull his climax from him. He felt your heels pressing into the small of his back to keep him in as far as he could go, felt you quivering under him as he released deep, deep inside of you.
“M-Mando,” you whimpered, your body trembling as Mando tried to extract himself from your strong grip. After he was able to push your knees back so he could straighten up, he looked down and noticed an amount of clear fluid pooling in between your legs, a bit of it still dripping down the side of your thighs. “Did you…?” he asked.
You pushed a hand through your hair and looked aside. “N-no… I didn’t come, if that’s what you’re asking. I mean – I don’t think this counts, does it?” You asked, running fingers on the damp skin on your legs. “It felt like you were pushing it out of me every time you stuck your dick in me. Look at this.” He managed to removed the armor on his forearms, bringing his hands up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “If I’m not mistaken, it looks to me like your body’s asking for more.”
You looked up at him from under your lowered lids with interest, but still seemed skeptical. “You aren’t even hard anymore, how much longer can you keep this up,” You knew Mando was somewhat on the older side, and yet somehow you didn’t expect this amount of stamina to come from someone like him. “Not a problem. I already got you nice and wet, didn’t I?” He could tell that you had something else to say, but your words stopped in your throat when Mando plunged two of his fingers back into your slick hole. “Hm? Were you going to say something?”
One of your hands shot down to squeeze Mando’s wrist in an attempt to desperately ward off your orgasm. Your mouth moved as if to form words, only to make soundless little protest, seemingly more concerned about avoiding your climax more than anything else.
“Does it feel that good?” Mando asked, angling his wrist, rubbing his fingers firmly inside of you. You let your head fall back against the floor and whined, but still refused to answer. It was obvious what the answer was anyway. It felt so good that you never wanted it to end. As Mando watched his own cum come dripping from your abused entrance he wondered how much more you could take.
“How about a third?” he asked, slipping his fingers from you for a second to join them with another a second later. Immediately, you constricted around him tightly and cried out, finally using your voice to beg Mando to slow down. He could have, really he should have, but the slick combination of his cum and mixed with your juices made it too easy to slide his fingers in and out of you. “Two fingers aren’t enough to satisfy you anymore, are they?” He turned his wrist and when he attempted to spread his three fingers apart, your knees shook, like you might try to run away from the unavoidable pleasure.
Mando put his free hand on your waist to hold you down and pushed his fingers inside roughly, as deeply as he could send them. You tried, really you did try to keep yourself from coming, but it was too much for you to control. This time, your third was a lot less powerful than the others and much less potent with only a small amount of arousal coating Mandos fingers at your entrance.
He slipped his fingers out of you and you whimpered at the loss, looking… almost disappointed that he would stop now. Yet when Mando reached up and massaged those same fingers around your clit, you jumped like you’d been stung. “Too sensitive now?” he asked, rubbing his thumb around your folds. You clawed at the surface of the floor and turned your head to the side, gasping weakly as he continued to torment him with his firm touch. “Do you want me to stop? Three times seems like enough.”
When he removed his hand, your hands shot out to catch his wrist. You looked like you where going through some kind of difficult internal struggle, unsure whether it felt good or if it hurt. If you wanted more, to take anything and everything Mando could give you, or if it was time for you to stop. “Tell me what you want sweetheart.” Mando asked again, sliding his palms lightly over your inner thighs, watching you try and remember how to even speak basic.
He placed his fingertips over your entrance and waited. Watching as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and moved to look down at what Mando was doing. You took deep breaths through your nose and your eyes were wide, intent, as if you were in a trance, crazed with the desire for more regardless of whatever the common sense part of your brain told you. Slowly, Mando stroked his fingers over your entrance again while he watched you, equally mesmerized by the way you where reacted to him.
Once he pushed his fingers back inside, your shoulders immediately sank back on the floor, back arched, with a loud cry of pleasure tearing from within you. Mando was impressed that you could make any sound at all. For a while there, he thought you might’ve even lost your voice.
You squirmed around on his fingers, their thick and long length stretching you differently than his cock did, sometimes taking them deeper, making Mando wonder if you where trying to get more or trying to get away. Eventually, Mando stopped trying to figure out which it was, concluding that it must’ve been a bit of both. Either way, he was confident that there wouldn’t be anything left in you. It was surprising that you already managed to come three times, but now that you had reached this point, he had to keep going. He was too curious to find out what might happen if you came again.
Sometime during the time it took him to pleasure you with his fingers he’d grown hard again. The tip of his cock oozing precum that rolled down in thick beads to the base of his balls. He was completely stiff above you, unmoving while you remained trapped beneath him in your fucked out state. And just as you opened your mouth to say something, he was pushing in, and oh kriff, you hadn’t gotten a good look at his cock this whole time. With this new angle it felt huge as he pushed his way in, splitting you again you deep inside you it drove you dizzy.
It burned, it burned as he slid all the way in again, and maker you could feel it when he pressed down on your hips, and it felt so good, felt so full. That you heaved a gasp once Mando was rooted deep in you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “Good-” He gasped, voice strained even through the modulator, “So fucking good, sweetheart.”
Maker, it nearly hurts with how fucking good it feels. The noise you make is indescribable in its obscenity—desperate and long and seeking. Fuck, this is heaven. This is fucking heaven, laying with your legs open and letting him have you this way. He knows as much about you as you do about him—which is to say, absolutely nothing—but now you both know the taste of each other’s pleasure, the intimate knowledge of its gorgeous heat and how right it feels.
“M-Mand… oh, fuck—” Your words are barely discernible through your panting, warped by the heavy sound of your breaths and gasps. “Can—Can we do this, again,” His fingers curl against your thighs, and your hips almost feel like they’re doing too much, muscles tightening and refusing to loosen and relax. “Maybe not right now but, soon?”
But then you nearly combust when instead of verbally responding, the Mandalorian just sinks two of his thick fingers deep inside your cunt, joining the cock still buried deep inside you. “Oh—f-fuck—”
You can’t tell if the short, rough little growl he makes inside the helmet is from the way you instantly tighten around his cock again, but it still rocks down to your core nonetheless. It doesn’t matter, because he pulls them out and then pushes them back in again, starts doing that steadily, over and over until you’re sweating, hips arching up in presentation and doing everything you could to entice him to hurry the fuck up.
And somehow it works, because suddenly he starts moving faster, a litany of praises spilling from his lips, gasping at the increase in pressure inside you, eyes carefully on your face to any sign that you wanted out. But fuck, your head was drowning in pleasure, as you chased your fourth orgasm. And you began to roll your hips back, forward, meeting his deep thrusts wherever you could feel them.
Something wicked begins to burn in your core, spread threateningly along the muscles in your pelvis. It rises up through your abdomen and sinks down to your knees, wrapping so tightly around them around them you fear the muscles could snap. Your breathing gets shallower, the base of your lungs too cramped by the oncoming storm to fill properly.
“—I-I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, everything inside you quickly pulling up fierce and tight, your chest heaving and your grip in his shoulders turning to iron. “—Oh, fuck, I’m g-gonna cum—I-I—” His fingers curl, pressing up hard against something absolutely fucking devastating inside you, and it’s all you can do to stifle a sober
It didn’t matter just how overwhelming it all was- the overstimulation of your previous orgasms, you needed it. Mando was pounding into you now, and all you could hear was the obscene sounds of where skin met skin, of your moans, of his soft whispered “sweetheart’s” and other reverent praise. You were quickly rolling towards your orgasm, peaking high and you keened, back arching as you finally came the way you wanted, pussy dripping cum as you clenched around Mando, dragging him over the edge with you as you milked his cock.
Things slowly return to you one by one; the angle of his fingers still pressing up tight inside you. The coldness of beskar on the back of your thighs, the solid weight of it crushing down on your body. Your fingers are clamped so tight in his skin, you think they leave deep red marks when you finally loosen them. He slowly pulls out of your swollen heat and holds your thigh open with wet fingers.
You feel flattened. Exhaustion is an incredible inhibitor, so much that you don’t realize your eyes are screwed shut when he’s pulling away from you. The brightness of the cockpit returns, the air almost feeling fresh in your lungs. You’re still trying to calm your breathing when a gentle softness presses against your lips, knuckles dragging against them in a way you can only describe as a makeshift kiss. “You need to rest, then maybe we can work up to five.”
Summary: Reader is a smuggler/thief who steals from the Mandalorian and quickly realizes how big of a mistake that turned out to be.
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So you’d fucked up.
It seemed so easy, the ship left abandoned and unguarded in the docking bay without any surveillance or droids surrounding the area. At first you nearly walked past the antique, it’s model and condition not worth more than a few thousand credits. But it seemed so easy you couldn’t help yourself from sneaking into the ship unnoticed to steal nearly every valuable thing in sight.
You took all the weapons, most of the credits, at least the ones that worked in the outer rim, some access codes to different restricted sectors, and practically anything that wasn’t physically attached to the old gunship. Although you did steal the shiny beskar ball attached to one of the ships lever, figuring you could get at least a few hundred credits because of its high value.
You carried most of it on a carbonite slab from one of the many wanted criminals you found inside the freezing chamber of the ship, leaving the others behind since they wouldn’t be worth the trouble to transport, and only then did it register. I’m probably stealing from a bounty hunter. Even as you made your way into Mos Eisley to sell and trade the parts the overbearing dread that you stole from someone who probably had a bounty on your head, made you more cautious of your surroundings than usual.
Even now as you sat inside the crowded cantina drinking ardees, with your blaster sitting heavily in your hand in some secluded corner, you started to regret your idea even more. You’d handled many bounty hunters in the past, growing up in Corellia you practically spoke their language, always managing to talk yourself out of a situation when things got rough. You’d be fine.
The blood in your body practically drained at the sight of a mandalorian, in full beskar armor, walking inside the cantina in long strides as he made his way over to you. The mandalorian sat down in front of you, shoulders tense and arms resting at his sides while his visor tilted to the side to inspect you. “Where are they?” You reached for your drink, faster than usual to wet the drought that settled on your throat from the moment he sat down. “Where’s what?”
“My things, the ones your stole from my ship.” You smiled, the corners of your lips barely reaching your eyes as you shook your head in disbelief. That’s right play dumb. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” If silence could kill he’d be strangling you about now. I mean how dangerous could he be? It’s not like he didn’t find you within three hours. His chest expanded at the deep inhale he took, the modulated exhale that left him coming out in an irritated groan. “I know you broke into my ship, and stole my things you little thief.”
“I’ve stolen things from many ships today, did yours happen to be the ugly hunk of duralloy, with the ugly orange R on one of its sides?” One of his gloved hands came up to settle on top the table, fist clenching while his voice dropped an octave lower. “Where are my things?” The static humming of the modulator gave his tone a dangerous edge, your tongue darting out to run over your bottom lip as you remembered how to speak basic. “It’s all gone, I sold it.”
“To who?” You let out a frustrated groan as you leaned back on your seat, the heels of your boot meeting against his own under the table. “The Jawas, the Hutts, a few smugglers from Coruscant, it’s all gone I don’t have it.” You could almost hear his teeth grinding against each other at your words, but it also might have been the sound of his blaster under the table. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you right now.”
“I can pay you back.” He brought the blaster up on the table, holding it in his hands like it was the most casual thing in the planet to have out in a bar, then again it was Tatooine. “I can’t trust you won’t go back on your word.” He’s right. You knew under any other circumstance you’d probably try to kill him, betray him, or cheat and lie your way out of whatever temporary bargain you could strike. But if he found you once, he’d do it again.
“Let me work for you then.” His grip on the blaster loosened momentarily, eyes widening under the visor in surprise at the suggestion. “I’ll pay off what I stole, and if I try to run well,” you looked at the blaster in his hand, then the one strapped to his back, and the many other weapons attached to his armored body. “You can get rid of me and be done with it.”
“Why should I?” The tone was accusing, almost like he couldn’t believe you’d ask him for his mercy when you stole, and then lied about stealing from him. “Because I’m good with ships, from building to flying them, I can be of use,” you leaned over the table until the mandalorian had to back away an inch. “Come on Mando I’m betting my life on this, and believe it or not it’s worth more than dying in a bar in Tatooine of all places, let me work off what I owe you.”
Summary:After everything is taken from you and your companion, you try your best to comfort him.
SPOILERS FOR EPSIODE 6
Warnings!:Nothing really! Reader calls mando “Lorian”. Some angst, generally fluffy.
A/N:God wasn’t that a good episode. This is set when Bobas ship takes off, before he sees cara. I really like this piece, after writing two other similar fics, this one was the best.
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He held your hand, through the chaos of it all. thick leather covered fingers grasping at your bare ones, grounding you, grounding him. It went by in a blink of an eye, the child, captured, stolen by a droid dressed in black, an explosion flashing red, your ears ringing, black smoke billowing out. Red shots fired past your head, searing some of your hair. Blink.darkness.
Even when you searched through the rubble of his home, your home, he held onto your hand. Like it was the only thing keeping him in reality, in this crazy fucked up reality. You both ignored the truth, the burned scent wafting around you, the clouds of black every time you stepped. The lack of your little green baby. your eyes watered, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the ash or…other things.
You didn’t speak until you boarded Bobas ship. With a blanket wrapped around the two of you, huddled into a small makeshift bed set next to a wall. Mando didn’t move, he sat still, head resting on the back of the seat, slightly tilted to you. You felt it, his gaze. Something you had learned over many years. Even though you had never seen him, his fave, you could see his soul. On the outside, he showed anger, passion, and while that was true, the spark inside him was blue, the hottest part of a flame, and the saddest color. The ship held memories, long before he invited you on board. even if the happiest memories were with you, that ship was the last remaining attachment to his kin.
“Hey, Lorian.” you leaned closer to him, his cold armor pressing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “we’re gonna be okay.”
The Mandalorian was silent, his deep breaths filling the air instead of an answer. His mind was racing, how he would get himself out of this. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be, this ship, that was too smooth and warm, jarringly perfect. He was supposed to be with Grogu, awaiting a Jedi to come and help train him. Then, it would be the two of you again, willingly. This, this just felt like a stolen moment, another thing on the long list that had been stolen from him.
“How are you so sure?” He nearly laughed, an uncomfortable, sorrow filled laugh. Throughout everything, you always remain optimistic. Always with a smile, saying ‘it’ll be ok’ or ‘we’ve made it through worse, this is nothing’
“Because doubt isn’t an option.” You said simply. “Especially when I’m around you.”
There was nothing but you could do but smile, and while it was hard, it was something.
“You should sleep. We have a rough day ahead of us.” you held his hand a bit tighter, drawing it up to your lips, placing a small, sweet kiss on the leather. “if not for you, for me.”
He sighed, letting his hand slip away from yours, resting it on your thigh, drawing tiny circles on your skin. He smiled to himself. Looking at you, and your thinly veiled fright, trying so hard to keep him calm. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve you. But here you were, wrapping your arm around his waist, and your head on his shoulder. Suddenly the warmth of the ship didn’t bother him, not when he focused of the warmth of you. He was going to get the child back, with your hep. He wouldn’t lose anything else. But…maybe he could enjoy the quiet with you, melt into your touch for the first time, let some guards down.
His breaths started to match your slowing ones. In, hold, out. and soon enough, a well needed sleep fell upon him. Dreamless, just how he liked it.
Inside an abattoir, where animal flesh hangs, there were several Klatooinians that were walking around and cutting up meat, just doing their jobs. But they didn’t realize that they were soon gonna have some company.
Among the chatter and clatter, they didn’t notice two figures approaching the doorway with the long plastic flaps. The two figures, one a male and the other female, stop in front of the flaps and the male figure begins to push the flaps away, revealing the Mandalorian and his partner.
A few Klatooinians stopped and took notice as Mando, Din Djarin, and his partner, (y/n) (l/n), look around the room before they see another flapped door ahead of them, the sounds of laughter and chatter could be heard. The two walk up to the next set of flaps and enter the next room to see several Klatooinians inside, one of them sitting behind a table.
“You look lost.” he said after he took notice of the bounty hunters. “We're here for Kaba Baiz.” Din replied, firmly. "What makes you think he’s here? What do you want of him?“ the main Klatooinian asked and Din holds up a tracking fob, that was blinking red. "He owes someone important money.” (y/n) replied.
“Who?” the Klatooinian asked. “That’s not our business. We're here to bring him in.” Din tells him. “Well, if I see him, I’ll let him know.” the Klatooinian said and the bounty hunters stare at him before (y/n) pulls out a puck from her pocket. “We see him right now.” She said, plainly, as she sets the device down and opens up a holographic image of the Klatooinian that has been talking to them.
Kaba then chuckles in disbelief. “That’s not me. That doesn’t even look like me.” he said, playing dumb. “We're gonna give the rest of you the opportunity to walk out that door. We have no quarrel with you.” Din warns the other Klatooinians that were starting to linger closer to the hunters.
“They’re not going anywhere.” Kaba said then he smiles as he notices the slight nervous look (y/n) showed as his men started to get closer. “Looks to me like you’re surrounded. But you look like the practical type. Let’s discuss our options.” Kaba said and the two hunters continue to stare down Kaba before Din speaks up.
“We can bring you in warm, or we can bring you in cold.” he threatens as he slowly reaches for his blaster on his holster. (Y/n) was about to reach for her blaster when one of the Klatooinians jumps up and bites (y/n)’s right hand.
She lets out a scream then punches the Klatooinian that bit her while Din turns to another Klatooinian that was coming at him and tried to swing his blade at Din. He kicks the blade out of the Klatooinian’s hand then punches the creature. Din grabs the creature by the wrist and throws him aside until another Klatooinian shoots at him and he turns his back, blocking the blaster shots
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Meanwhile, another Klatooinian comes at (y/n) and she punches and pulls out a small blade and stabs him in the chest. Another Klatooinian comes at her from behind and she quickly turns around and holds her hand out, making her use the Force to push the Klatooinian back and slam into the wall.
Din pulls out the Darksaber and slices at the Klatooinian's blaster then kicks another one after it shoots at his helmet. A third Klatooinian shoots at him and Din turns and punches him in the face. He drags the blade of the saber, like it was heavy, across the floor before bringing it up to slice at another Klatooinian and the hanging meat near it.
(Y/n) was beating up a couple of Klatooinians on her own as Din turned around and stabbed one in the stomach. He pulls the blade back and accidentally brings the blade down and hit his thigh
He lets out a pained scream and goes down on one knee. (Y/n) turns to see him and panics as she starts to run towards him but a couple more Klatooinians come up and grab her. She struggles in their grip as Kaba starts to get up from his chair.
Kaba starts to fire at Din as he gets up while (y/n) flips the small blade in her hand and thrust her right hand backwards, making the blade insert in the Klatooinian’s, that was holding her right hand, neck. She elbows him back then moved her right arm around and hold her hand out, Force pushing the second Klatooinian away from her.
Din gets up, pulls out his small blade and stabs Kaba in the chest then shoved him towards his desk and laid him on it. Then with an angry, frustrated yell, he raises the Darksaber up and then brings it down on Kaba, slicing him in half.
Din pants, heavily, as (y/n) hears a noise behind her. She turns and sees a Klatooinian getting up and run out of the room before she runs over to Din. “Hey, you okay?” She asked him, softly, as she places a hand on his shoulder. He nods, slightly, before he goes and decapitates Kaba then wraps it up in a cloth. The two hunters go and walk out of the room and see a group of Klatooinians, all of them staring at the hunters in a mixture of shock and fear.
“Your boss is dead. My partner and I are here to collect on his bounty. We have no trouble with any of you. There’s a pile of New Republic credits in there that we have no right to. If you do us the honor of letting us pass, you all can help yourselves to whatever you think you deserve from your former employer.” Din tells them. The Klatooinians look around at each other before they start to make their way into the room.
Din sighs with relief and he starts to limp his way out of their, (y/n) goes up next to him and places her hand on his back and helps guide him out of the abattoir.
“Din, you sure you’re okay?” (Y/n) asked him as they walk through the streets of Glavis, a large ringworld megastructure. “I’m fine, cyar'ika.” he said then he lets out a pained groan as he continues to limp. “If you would just let me…” she started to say. “I said I’m fine!” Din said, raising his voice. (Y/n) stops walking and gives him a disapproving look as she folds her arms across her chest.
Din stares at her and immediately regretted raising his voice at her. He never raised his voice at her or to her. It’s just the many emotions going around in his head was getting to him a bit.
“I’m sorry.” Din said, apologetically, as he lowers head. (Y/n) stares at him for a few moments before she un-crossed her arms. “We’re almost there. Once we drop this bounty off, I’ll let you look at it.” Din said as he gestures to his leg and (y/n) sighs. “Fine, but I’m helping you walk. You look pathetic limping along like a wounded animal.” She said as she takes arm and leads him to a turbolift, where a Caskadag was residing inside.
Once inside the lift, (y/n) takes Din over to the banister and leads over to the bars. “Here, lean against this.” She instructs him and he places his hand on the bar and leans against it. The Caskadag looks at the hunters, shocked, but quickly turns away when (y/n) looks at him.
The door opens and (y/n) helps Din out into a hallway, which leads to a meeting room where an Ishi Tib was sitting at a table with other alien creatures.
“That was fast. You two are good hunters.” The Ishi Tib said in Huttese. “We’d like our reward and the information you promised.” (Y/n) demands and the Ishi Tib was taken aback by this. “Why are you two rushing business?” he asked. "Our business is our own. Where is it?“ Din asked him but the Ishi Tib gestures to his table.
”Sit and enjoy a meal with us.“ he said but the hunters don’t move and (y/n) braces her hands on the table and glares at the Ishi Tib. "Where is the closest access shaft to the substrata?” She asked in a low voice. “Sit and feast with us or I will tell you nothing.” the Ishi Tib said and (y/n) stands up, straighter. “You can keep your reward. There’s a bounty on this Klatooinian. If you won’t give us the information, someone else will.” Din said as he holds up the cloth bag that held Kaba’s head.
They were about to leave but the Ishi Tib speaks up. “It’s down Kolzoc Alley by the heat vent towers.” he said and they turn to him and Din sighs. “Please sit. I have another job for you two.” the Ishi Tib said and Din tosses the bag on the table. “I’d put that on ice if I were you.” He said and the two hunters leave and head back into the turbolift.
They get back inside of the lift and once the doors shut, Din winces in pain and leans against the banisters. “Here…let me look.” (Y/n) said as she squats down and Din moves his injured leg towards her. There, she could see the large burned gash on the side of his thigh and she frowns at this.
“Oh, Din…” she mutters, sympathetic, and she digs in her satchel bag, looking for something. Then she found a bacta spray in her bag and starts to apply it on his wound, making him wince at this. “Udesii.” she mutters and finished applying the spray. This felt like déjà vu to Din and he smiles to himself.
“Okay, should be good now.” She said as she stands up. “Well, just as long as I don’t bleed to death.” He said before he chuckles a bit and she raises an eyebrow at him. “Again, doubting my skills…think you would’ve learned by now.” She said but a bit of smirk appears on her lips and she hears a chuckle from him. “Hell…Don’t you have enough battle scars already?” she asked him. Din shakes his head and brushes off the question just as the door of the lift opens and they walk out of it.
The two walk under a railway bridge as Din activates his built-in scanner. Through the ultraviolet scanner in his helmet, he finds that the walls are lined with several hidden mythosaur markings. Following the trail, Din enters a hatch which leads down a stairwell beneath Glavis. "You think they’ll be okay with me being with you?” (Y/n) asked him. “I don’t think they’ll do anything as long as you’re with me. Trust me.” Din said and he starts to climb down the stairs.
But then he slips and grabs onto the ladder and (y/n) looks down. “You okay?” She asked. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He said and he goes down the ladder and she follows him.
Eventually, they make their way down and see the Armorer, who was sitting on her knees. Din limps a bit and as he walks down the steps but (y/n) helps him down. “Do you need tending to?” The Armorer asked, not looking at them. “No, (y/n) took care of it. Just still recovering.” Din replied just as Paz Vizsla comes up.
“I didn’t know if I would ever see you again.” he said to Din. “Thank you for saving us on Nevarro. I am sorry for your sacrifice.” Din said to him. “As do I.” (Y/n) said. “There are three of us now.” Paz said then he looks over at (y/n). “And this apostate.” Paz sneered and (y/n) glares at him. “She’s helped and saved me several times. I trust her.” Din said and Paz scoffs a bit.
“Well…We’ll put you to work soon enough.” he said. “What weapon caused such a wound?” the Armorer asked. “This.” Din said and he grabs the Darksaber and holds it up. Paz stares at it and (y/n) could tell by his body language that he was shocked and in awe with the weapon.
“Paz Vizsla, bring it to me.” The Armorer said and Paz takes the saber from Din, holding it like it was a sacred piece, and walks over to the Armorer as she stands up and turns to him. She takes the saber and looks it over. “All this talk of the Empire, and they lasted less than 30 years. Mandalorians have existed 10,000.” She said and she activates the blade.
“What do you know of this blade?” She asked the two hunters. “We were told it is the Darksaber.” (y/n) replied. “Indeed. Do you two understand its significance?” she asked. "Whoever wields it can lead all of Mandalore.“ Din replied.
"If it is won by Creed in battle. It is said, one warrior will defeat 20, and the multitudes will fall before it. If, however, it is not won in combat and falls into the hands of the undeserving, it will be a curse unto the nation. Mandalore will be laid to waste and its people scattered to the four winds.” the Armorer replied then she retracts the blade.
“The hilt is of a quality of beskar I have never seen before.” Din said. “It was forged over 1,000 years ago by the Mandalore Tarre Vizsla. He was both Mandalorian and Jedi.” The Armorer said and (y/n) looks over at Paz and now it made sense why Paz seemed shocked about the saber.
“We have met Jedi.” Din said. “Then you have completed your quest.” She said and Din nods. “I have.” Din replied. “Then you may join our covert as we rebuild.” The Armorer said then Paz shoves (y/n). “And what of this apostate?” He asked and she turns and glares at Paz.
“Look, if you don’t want me around, I can leave. I’ll just wait for him.” (Y/n) said as she nods towards Din. “She is also still part of my clan.” Din said as the Armorer looks between them. “Fine. You can stay here…” the Armorer said but then she takes a step forwards towards (y/n). “But you will never be a part of us.” She said and (y/n) stands her ground.
“This is the way.” the Armorer said.
“This is the way.” Paz said.
“This is the way.” Din said and (y/n) just nods at them.
“Where did you come upon the Darksaber?” Paz asked Din as they moved some machinery. “I defeated Moff Gideon.” Din said. “Did you kill him?” Paz asked him. “No. But he was sent off to the New Republic for interrogation, and he will face justice for his crimes.” Din replied. “Death would have been justice for his atrocities.” Paz said with disdain.
“This is true. The blood of millions of our kind is on his hands.” The Armorer said as she walks up to them. “Then he will be executed for his crimes by the New Republic Tribunal.” (Y/n) said and the Armorer turns her head to her and looks her over for a few moments. “We shall see.” She said and they continue on to rebuilding the smelter.
“The songs of eons past foretold of the Mythosaur rising up to herald a new age of Mandalore. Sadly, it only exists in legends.” The Armorer said as she goes to a cabinet and opens it, revealing several beskar sticks. “Where did you two come upon the beskar spears?” She asked as she gestures to their spears. “It was the gifts of a Jedi. It can block a lightsaber. I used it to defeat Moff Gideon.” Din said. “I used it to help him.” (Y/n) added.
“It can also pierce beskar armor. Its mere existence puts Mandalorians at risk. Mandalorian steel is meant for armor, not weapons.” the Armorer said and Din and (y/n) share a look before they take the spear off of their backs and hold them out to her.
“Then forge it into armor.” Din said and the Armorer takes both spears. “The Darksaber is a more noble weapon for you to wield.” she said as she sets one spear to the side then places one over the smelter, starting the melting.
“Have you ever heard of Bo-Katan Kryze?” Din asked her. “Bo-Katan is a cautionary tale. She once laid claim to rule Mandalore based purely on blood and the sword you now possess. But it was gifted to her and not won by Creed.” the Armorer replied as she continues to heat up the tip of the spear. "Bo-Katan Kryze was born of a mighty house, but they lost sight of the way. Her rule ended in tragedy. They lost their way, and we lost our world. Had our sect not been cloistered on the moon of Concordia, we would have not survived the Great Purge. Those born of Mandalore strayed away from the path. Eventually, the Imperial interlopers destroyed all that we knew and loved in the Night of a Thousand Tears. Only those that walked the way escaped the curse prophesized in the Creed. Though our numbers were scattered to the winds, our adherence to the way has preserved our legacy for the generations until we may someday return to our homeworld.“ She explains. That’s why she wanted the blade from Gideon so bad. (y/n) thought.
"What shall I forge?” The Armorer asked. “Something for a foundling.” Din replied. “This is the way.” The Armorer said, nodding, and she starts to get to work before Din speaks up. “For a specific foundling. Grogu.” He said and (y/n) whips her head to Din and she couldn’t hide the smile on her lips.
“He’s no longer in your care. He is with his own kind now.” the Armorer said, like it was very obvious. “(Y/n) and I want to see him, make sure he’s safe.” Din said. "In order to master the ways of the Force, Jedi must forgo all attachment.“ The Armorer said. "That is the opposite of the Creed. Loyalty and solidarity are the way.” (Y/n) said and the Armorer turns to her for a moment then back to Din. “What shall I forge for the foundling Grogu?” She asked.
After forging the gift and wrapping it up, the Armorer was training Din on how to wield the Darksaber, Paz and (y/n) were watching from afar. Din was able to block her attacks but when it came to him to attack, it was like he was struggling with the blade. He swung at her at one point and she dodges and he falls off the bridge. “You are fighting against the blade.” The Armorer said and Din uses his jetpack to get back on the walkway and lands on one knee, holding the Darksaber down.
He grunts as he tries to bring the blade up but it was like lifting a few hundred pounds. "It gets heavier with each move.“ Din informs. "That is because you are fighting against the blade. You should be fighting against your opponent. Stand up.” The Armorer said and Din stands up and drags the blade across the floor then brings it up and he goes to attack her but she either dodge or block his attacks.
She bonks the top of his helmet with her weapon then places the weapon under his helmet, holds it then removes her weapon away from him then attacks him again. “There. Feel it.” The Armorer said as she brought her weapon down on him but he holds up the saber to block but she pushed down. “You are too weak to fight the Darksaber. It will win if you fight against it.” The Armorer said then she pulls her weapons back and Din falls to his knees while the blade retracts.
“You cannot control it with your strength.” She said and he stands back up. “I want to try again.” he said, determined. “Persistence without insight will lead to the same outcome. Your body is strong, but your mind is distracted.” The Armorer informs. “I am focused.” Din said, firmly. “The blade says otherwise.” said the Armorer then Paz comes up.
“Maybe the Darksaber belongs in someone else’s hands.” He said as he walks up to them and the Armorer turns while Din stands up, straighter. “Maybe.” Din said. “It was forged by my ancestor, founder of House Vizsla.” Paz informs. "And now it belongs to me.“ Din said. "Because you won it in combat.” Paz said. “That’s right.” said Din. “And now I will win it from you.” Paz challenges then the Armorer turns to Din.
“Do you agree to this duel, Din Djarin?” she asked him and Din continues to stare him down. "I do.“ He said and the Armorer nods as she steps aside. "Wait, are we really doing this?” (Y/n) asked and they turn to her. “Like you said, there’s only three of you left.” She said.
“Be quiet, apostate.” Paz sneered and (y/n) glares back at him and was about to say something when Din speaks up. “Stop calling her that.” Din said and Paz turns to him.
“Din Djarin accepted this challenge and so it shall be.” The Armorer said and (y/n) felt her heart beating, hard, in her chest as Paz and Din stare down each other then started to remove their jetpacks off of their backs and set them aside.
They get into position and Din ignites the Darksaber and Paz pulls out a blade then activates a shield on his left arm. They stare down each other and they slowly start to come towards each other and fight.
Din and Paz traded blows with either their weapons or their fist, and sometimes they headbutted each other, until Paz grabs Din by the neck, slams his head against his then tossed him aside to a lower platform. Din lands on the platform and the blade of the Darksaber retracts and Paz jumps down, grabs Din and slams him against the pillar.
Then he goes and grabs the Darksaber and ignites it again. “Fate has brought this blade back to my clan, and now fate will end yours.” Paz said and he goes to slice at Din but he ducks and stabs a small blade at Paz’s side. Paz screams out then goes to attack him with the saber again but Din dodges and tries to get up on his feet.
But Paz grabs him and slams him up against the wall as he tries to bring the saber up. Din stands up then goes to Paz’s side and sliced at him. Paz turns to strike at him again but Din dodges, gets behind him and places his arms around Paz’s head, holding his blade towards Paz’s neck.
“It is done.” The Armorer said and Din takes a breather while (y/n) felt relieved. She was tensed and worried through the whole fight, wondering if Din would come out of this okay. “Paz Vizsla, have you ever removed your helmet?” The Armorer asked Paz. “No.” Paz replied. “Has it ever been removed by others?” She asked him. “Never.” He replied.
“This is the way.” the Armorer said.
“This is the way.” Paz said and (y/n) felt her heart leap up in her throat as the Armorer turns to Din. “Din Djarin, have you ever removed your helmet?” She asked and she was met with silence. “Have you ever removed your helmet?” The Armorer asked again and (y/n) looks over at Din, who had his head turned slighty her way, her eyes wide as she gives a slight shake of her head, telling him to not say it.
“By Creed, you must vow.” the Armorer said, firmly, after a few more moments of silence. "I have.“ Din said and (y/n) gasped at this. She couldn’t believe that he admitted it. "Then, you are a Mandalorian no more.” the Armorer said and Din removes his hands off of Paz and stands up, quickly.
“I beg you for your forgiveness. How can I atone?” Din asked. "Leave, apostate. And take your pet with you!“ Paz sneered as he points towards (y/n). "What did you say?!” (Y/n) asked, angrily, as she starts to walk forward a bit but the Armorer holds a hand up then turns her head towards (y/n).
“Why don’t you tell Din Djarin how he can be redeemed, (y/n) (l/n).” She said and (y/n) looks over at her then over to Din and gulps, remembering that night when The Armorer told her she was no longer a Mandalorian. "According to Creed, one may only be redeemed in the living waters beneath the mines of Mandalore.“ (y/n) said, reciting what the Armorer told her all those years ago.
"But the mines have all been destroyed.” Din said and (y/n) gives him an apologetic look. “This is the way.” The Armorer said and Din looks down, takes the Darksaber then goes to grab his jetpack and puts it on. Then he walks past the Armorer and grabs (y/n)’s arm and the two hunters begin to leave.
“Din?” (Y/n) asked as her and Din kept walking the streets of Glavis, he kept silent. “Din, please talk to me.” (Y/n) said after a few more moments of silence. Din still stays silent as he keeps walking but (y/n) sighs then takes his arm and leads him towards an alleyway.
“Din…talk to me. You scare me when you don’t talk at all.” She said, worried, once she places him in front of her. “What do you want me to say?” Din asked her, a bit of anger and annoyance in his voice. “Just…tell me what’s on your mind. I know back there…that was rough for you.” She said to him, calmly, and he shakes his head then turns away before he shrugs.
“I don’t know…I just feel…I feel…” he starts to say but stops. “…angry, ashamed, sad and lost?” She asked and he turns to her. “I know, Din. I know how that feels.” She said and Din felt his heart break seeing the look sadness but also understanding in her eyes.
“Does it go away? That feeling after leaving the Creed?” he asked and she bites her lips and looks away. “It never really goes away. Some days are good and some days are bad. And some days you’ll feel numb.” She replied as she turns to him then she takes his hand in hers. “But it will get better though.“ She said. “Why’s that?” Din asked and she smiles at him. “Because you won’t be alone. You have me, Din.” She said and she noticed that his body relaxed a bit, letting her know that he was relieved.
"But I have to ask…why didn’t you lie? I mean, she wouldn’t have known and you know I wouldn’t say anything.” (Y/n) said. “I-I-I just couldn’t. I wanted to but..I couldn’t bring myself to.” He replied and she nods slightly at this. “Do you regret it? Removing your helmet?” She asked and Din stares at her for one second before saying. “No.”
She smiles, softly, at him then places her hands on his chest which snaked up to his helmet. Her fingers curl over the edges but before she moves, she looks to Din as if asking permission. The two look around to make sure they were alone and no one was around before they look back at each other.
Din nods at her, giving her permission, and she slowly lifts up his helmet. Her heart broke just as she saw the look of shame on Din’s face and in his eyes as she tucks his helmet under her left arm. She places right hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes. She smiles a bit and Din opens his brown eyes to her, giving a look that was a mixture of love but also shame.
She gives him a sympathetic smile to him as he closes his eyes then he leans his forehead against hers. (Y/n) raises her head a bit and kissed his forehead before she moves her head back to lean against Din’s forehead. Din opens his eyes, slightly, to stare at her before he goes and kiss her. She returns the kiss and the two hunters share a loving kiss.
After the kiss and putting his helmet back on, Din and (y/n) make their way to the Starport. “Attention, please. Flight 1020, nonstop service to Tatooine, is now ready for boarding at gate number one. All passengers, please proceed to the boarding area immediately.” an announcer said as Din and (y/n) walk past an RX-Series Security droid, which beeps at them.
“Excuse me, sir and madam. You’re going to have to remove your weapons.” the Droid tells them as they stop and turn. “I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion.” Din said, slightly annoyed. “I’m sorry, sir, you can’t board a commercial flight with your weapons.” the Droid said and Din sighs and (y/n) places a hand on his shoulder.
“If you wish to discuss this with my supervisor, I will gladly book you two on tomorrow’s flight.” the Droid said and (y/n) turns to Din. “Might as well.” She said to him and Din sighs again. “Fine.” He said and he and (y/n) remove all of their weapons and place them inside these two cases, one for each of them.
After placing all of their weapons in and getting the key card to those cases, the cases closed and Din points a threatening finger at the Droid. “I know everything that’s in there.” He said. “Proceed.” the Droid said and (y/n) takes Din’s hand and the two head inside the ship.
The two hunters sit in the passengers lounge, Din looking out the window and (y/n) looks down at the floor. She then senses that she was being watched, and she looks up and sees a Rodian child in the seat at front of them. Din looks up and sees the kid as well and just seeing this kid, really reminded them of Grogu. From the big eyes and the green skin.
The child waves to them but the child’s mother tells her son to leave them alone. (y/n) frowns then lowers her eyes, realizing how much she missed the little guy. She places a hand over her face and runs it over her face until she felt Din’s arms move.
She looks over and sees him pulling the gift out of his bag and staring at it. The way the gift was wrapped looked exactly like Grogu’s head. She gives a sad look to the gift then placed her hand on Din’s arm. He turns his head to her and her lips twitch a bit before she whispers. “I miss him too.” Then she leans her head on his shoulder as both of them sit in silence.
“Welcome to Mos Eisley.” the bell Droid said as the get off of the shuttle and head over to the Droid that was holding their cases. “Here.” Din said as he and (y/n) hold up their key cards and unlock the cases. “On behalf of all our crew, thank you for travelling Star Liner Travel. We wish you a pleasant stay and hope to see you again very soon.” the Droid said as the two look over their weapons, making sure they’re there, then collect them before they head off.
They head over to Peli Motto’s Hangar when they hear a commotion and Peli screaming. They run over and see that a womp rat had grabbed Peli and was beginning to drag her away. Thinking fast, Din pulls out his blaster and shoots the creature dead. Peli gets up and sees the newcomers.
“Oh, good. Oh, boy!” she said as she scrambles to her feet then smiles at the two. “Hey, look, everyone. It’s Mando and his friend.” Peli exclaims and the droids make some noise of hooray but move on as Peli walks up to the hunters.
“What do we owe the pleasure? You two here to slay another dragon? Chasing down some elusive bounty?” She asked them. “I got your message.” Din said and Peli gives him a confused look. “Message? What message?” she asked. “You said you found us a replacement for the Razor Crest.” Din replied and she gives a look of realization. “Yeah, that’s right. That’s what I said. That’s what I do. I’ve been working my butt off, yeah.” She said then she gives them a look.
“Did you bring the cash?” She asked and (y/n) pulls out a bag of credits. “It’s right here.” she said as she hands it to Peli. “Mind if I count it? Not that I don’t trust you two. I just wanna make sure you don’t give me too much.” Peli said as Din stares at her and (y/n) shrugs.
“Hey, droids, make yourself useful. Count this up, and then fire up the grill before that thing gets gamey.” Peli shouts as she hands the bag of credits to the droids then she turns and smiles to the hunters. “Right this way. Wait till you get your eyes on this baby.” She said as she takes the lead and the hunters follow her.
“So, where is your unlikely companion?” Peli asked them, noticing Grogu wasn’t with them. We returned him to his own kind.“ (y/n) replied and Peli gives them a look of confusion. "Why the hell would you do that? I could’ve made good money off that thing. Open a petting zoo.” She chuckles and the two hunters stop and stare at her.
“Where’s the ship?” Din asked her. “Right this way.” she said and she leads the two to a hangar area with a large item covered in tarp. “Ready to have your mind blown?” Peli asked and she removes the tarp, revealing a modified N-1 starfighter.
“Where’s the Razor Crest?” Din asked as (y/n) furrows her brow at the ship. “I never said I had a Razor Crest. I said I had a replacement for a Razor Crest.” Peli said and (y/n) rolls her eyes at this. “We don’t have time for this.” Din mutters, annoyed. “Hang on a second. Do you have any idea what this is?” Peli asked them and the two shrug. “This is an N-1 starfighter, handmade for the royal guard and commissioned personally by the Queen of Naboo.” Peli explains as (y/n) looks over the ship.
“This is a pile of junk.” Din said. “Not to mention, it only has one seat.” (Y/n) said, once she finished looking it over. “Do you want your credits back?” Peli asked them. “Yes.” the two hunters said and Peli holds up her hands. “No skin off my dip-swap.” She said then she leans over.
“Droids, bring this lovely man and lady their money.” She shouts and the droids run off to go get it. “Here you go. It’s that easy. Sorry to waste your time. Okay?” Peli said and Din sighs as they wait for the droids.
“While we’re waiting, can I tell you a little something about this honey? I know she doesn’t look like much, but you got here a lot earlier than I expected, and I didn’t get a chance to finish. I mean, clearly, you can see I’ve got all the parts right here. Hmm? It all has a home. Okay?” Peli said then she noticed something on the ship.
“Oh, look, a family of scurriers. Let’s not disrupt the nest.” She said as Din walks up to the ship. “You know how hard it is to find all original parts from way back in the Galactic Republic? I mean, these are all handmade. No droids. And not only that, what I’m gonna do, just because I like you two, is I’m gonna add on some custom modifications that’ll make her faster than a fathier, and I’ll add an extra seat, and because this baby’s pre-Empire, she’s off the grid.” Peli said and Din and (y/n) look over at her then they share a look. Off the grid? That would be very helpful. (y/n) thought as Peli continues on.
“And did I mention, she can jump into hyperspace with no docking ring? I mean, come on! You gotta see the potential. Whoo! I’m telling you, you two gotta believe me. This is a classic.” Peli said but she could tell that the two were still hesitant as Din walks around the ship. “Look, at least let me put her together before you decide. Can you give me that?” She asked and Din looks over at (y/n), who sighs at this.
“We really do need a ship, cyar'ika. But you’re the boss, your call.” (Y/n) said and Din looks the ship over before he turns to Peli and nods and she smiles, happily. "There you go. Hmm? Get this baby up and goin’.“ she said and she goes to grab a tool then goes up to Din. "You know, it’d be a lot faster if you and your friend helped.” she said and Din takes the tool and they began to work.
Hours went on as Din and (y/n) worked on the ship, fixing it up and adding a second seat, until Peli came in. “Great news! I found you a turbonic venturi power assimilator. You’re gonna be the fastest ship on the Outer Rim.” She said as she brings in a long pole and hands it to Din.
“Where did you get this?” Din asked her, shocked. “It’s brand-new. Well, Jawa new.” Peli replied. “The Jawas had a turbonic venturi assimilator from a Galactic Republic-era starfighter?” (y/n) asked her. “Well, they didn’t have it. They got it.” she replied.
“From where?” Din asked her. “Tatooine is a garden of many bounties.” Peli said. “I don’t understand.” Din said, confused. “I gave ’em a list.” Peli said. “Of parts?” (y/n) asked. “Yeah.” Peli replied. “And they find them for you?” (y/n) asked her. “I don’t ask. They don’t tell. They give me what I ask for. In exchange, I let ’em pick through my dumpster.” Peli said and Din and (y/n) share a look before they look back at Peli.
“Can we meet them?” Din asked her. “Yeah, sure.” She said then she turns her head the other way. “R5! See if the Jawas are still out back.” She shouts then she turns back to the hunters. “Dated a Jawa for a while. They’re quite furry. Very furry. Lot of issues.” she tells them and (y/n) turns her head. Okay, too much information. she thought, embarrassed, as some Jawas come in.
“Oh, here they are.” Peli said and the Jawas talk to her and she talks back to them in their native language. “If we give them a list of parts, could they get them for us?” Din asked Peli and she and the Jawas talk amongst each other before she turns back to them.
“They said make a wishlist and they’ll see what’s available.” Peli said and Din nods. “Okay, I’m looking for mostly bolt-on aftermarket speed mods. This is all hand-built, custom. I’m guessing we need vintage hyperware if it’s gonna fit this antique.” Din said and Peli smiles. “Listen to you. Don’t worry about the shape and size. Just get the parts you want with the specs you need, and I’m gonna make it work, all right? I dated a Jawa. I know what I’m doing, right?” she said then she turns to the Jawas and speaks to them and they talk back to her.
“Oh, that’s okay. I’m working on me right now. Just go find the parts.” she tells them and they talk to her then they head off.
Sometime later, Din, (y/n) and a BD Droid were working on the ship, placing parts where it should be, when Peli comes in with the Jawas from earlier. “That was fast.” Din said. “These critters could find a skud in a krill pond. Will that do?” Peli asked as she hands the things Din asked for.
“Where did they get a cryogenic density combustion booster?” Din asked as he looks through the things. “Do you really wanna know?” Peli asked him. “Sure.” Din said and Peli turns to the Jawas and talks to them. They respond and she turns to Din. “I got it. They said they crawled under a Pyke spice runner and crimped it off while they were refueling.” she replied.
“Gutsy little fellas.” (Y/n) said, impressed. “Let me tell you something, Pykes do not mess around. Ever since they’ve been moving spice through the system, everything’s gone to hell. Everyone’s afraid of ’em and law enforcement won’t even go near ’em.” Peli said. “Well, thanks.” Din said to the Jawas and Peli looks at him. “Thanks? What? Are you kidding me?” she asked as Din tosses some credits to the Jawas. “What’d you do that for? You’re gonna spoil ’em. Are you trying to make me look bad?” Peli asked, slightly offended, as Din and (y/n) got back to work.
Finally, the next day, the droids push out the new ship and Peli lets out a laugh. “Oh! Not a gram of fat on her. You know, no one’s catching you in this thing.” she exclaims as Din and (y/n) look over the work they did. “Wow…” (y/n) whispers, feeling proud of this ship.
“What happened to the droid port?” Din asked as he looks at the upper port. “I hogged it out. You know, I figured, with your disposition, you’d wanna forgo the astromech.” Peli said and R5 beeps. “Hey! Watch your language around the customers.” Peli yells at him as Din runs his hand across the surface of the ship as he walks. (Y/n) let’s out a small impressed laugh as she looks over the ship and places her hands over her mouth.
“Think she’s ready?” (y/n) asked Peli once she lowers her hands. “Ready as she’ll ever be. Start her up.” Peli said and the two hunters turn to her. “Really?” they asked. “Yeah, start her up.” She tells them and Din and (y/n) look at each other and (y/n) smiles. The hatch opens and Din gestures for (y/n) to get in.
She jumps in the ship and takes the back seat she and Peli put in, then Din gets into the front seat. The hatch closes and Din flips some switches and pushes some buttons but nothing happens. “It’s not turning over.” Din said. “Give it a little bit more juice.” Peli prompts and Din does as she said and the engine begins to whirl.
“That’s a lot of engine for a little ship.” (y/n) said. “Yeah, well, see what she can do!” Peli shouts over the engine. “Shouldn’t we run a diagnostic first?” Din asked her. “Nah! I can hear her! She’s purring! Send her up!” Peli said and Din maneuvers the ship to rise up.
(Y/n) looks around to see that they were rising up, this felt pretty exciting. “Engaging forward drives.” Din warns and he pushes on the accelerator forward and the ship takes off. “Whoa!” (Y/n) said, unexpected, as Din steers the ship around, alittle bit on the rough side.
“She handles a little bumpy.” Din said. “You’re used to a gunship, but she’s a starfighter. So fly her like one.” Peli said through the communicator. “Okay. I’ll open her up.” Din said then he looks over his shoulder at (y/n). “Hang on, cyar'ika.” he said and she nods as Din pushes some buttons and the ship goes even faster.
The two felt a jerk pull them back towards their seats as they fly through many rock formation. “Dank Farrik, she’s fast.” (Y/n) compliments as they continue to fly on. “Smooth?” Peli asked. “As a gonk’s scomp jack.” Din said and Peli lets out a cheer.
“Controls are real snappy. How’s the maneuverability?” Din asked her. “You tell me. Point your navigational disposition between the two suns. You’ll come up to Beggar’s Canyon.” Peli tells them and they come upon a canyon. Din then flips the ship sideways and they fly through the canyon.
“How’s the handling?” Peli asked Din. “Tight. She tracks like a railspeeder.” he replied. “What did I tell you? Razor Crest.” Peli grumbles as they continue to fly across the desert. “Let’s see what she’s got.” Din said and he moves the ship upward and towards into space.
He does a barrel-roll through space and (y/n) let’s out an excited giggle. Then they fly beside the space liner, where they see the Rodian child, they encountered earlier, inside of it. The child notices the starship and stares out the window at them and the two hunters nod at him before they take off again.
“Oh my…this is amazing!” (Y/n) chuckles but then they are intercepted by two New Republic X-Wing Starfighters. “Dank Farrik!” Din grumbles. “Haar'chak." (y/n) said at the same time.
"Run your beacon for me, N-1.” One of the pilot said. “Was I doing something wrong, officer?” Din asked. “You’re not allowed to fly that fast next to a commercial ship. You’re also operating without a beacon. I’m gonna need you to run one for us.” the pilot informed. “Sorry, officer, I got a little carried away there. Transmitting now.” Din said as he transmits the beacon.
“Hmm. Your engine model doesn’t match your power drive.” the pilot said, suspicious. “We just built her. My friend and I were taking her up for a test flight. Haven’t been able to update the registration just yet.” Din replied. “We’re gonna need to see your title tabs. Send us a ping.” the pilot said. “Yeah, sorry, officer, but my transmitter isn’t hooked up yet. We’ll head right back to Mos Eisley and get it sorted out.” Din said. “Relinquish your flight controls for remote-control access.” the pilot said and (y/n) felt her heart beat hard in her chest.
“Hold on a second there, Lieutenant. I think we can let them off with a warning this time.” the second pilot said, who sounded a bit familiar. “Thank you, officer. I’ll have that taken care of.” Din said and he was about to leave but the second pilot speaks up again.
“One thing before you go.” He said. “Yes?” Din asked. “Your voice is mighty familiar. Did you used to fly a Razor Crest?” the pilot asked. “I think you have the wrong guy, officer.” Din said. “That ship showed up on a transponder log back in Nevarro in an incident involving Imperial remnants. I’m just connecting some dots here. You mind answering a few questions?” the pilot said and (y/n) remembered why he sounded familiar.
And it seemed that Din remembered as well since he pushes a button and they fly out of there in a flash.
They return to Mos Eisley and land back in Peli’s hangar and she exclaims. “Whoo!” The hatch opens up and she walks up to them. “Well? How was it?” She asked them. “Wizard.” Din said, impressed. “Amazing.” (Y/n) said and Peli chuckles.
“Those J-type pulse engines really tighten the old evacuation port, don’t they?” Peli said as Din climbs out of the ship then turns and helps (y/n) out. "…Oh, by the way, an old friend of yours dropped by, said she was looking for you two.“ Peli said "A friend of ours?” (y/n) asked, confused.
“Don’t worry. I told her I didn’t know where you two were. Then I locked her out and engaged the hangar security system.” Peli said. “She tell you her name?” Din asked her.
“Fennec Shand.” a voice shouts and Peli shrieks as Din and (y/n) turn around and see Fennec sitting on some boxes nearby. Peli then turns to her droids. “I thought you said that the hangar security system was on. Don’t get away from me. You come right back here. This is the third mistake this week. Someone’s getting deprogrammed.” she grumbles at the Droids. They argue back with her as they walk away.
Fennec smiles as she walks up to the two hunters. “By any chance, are you two looking for work?” she asked them. “We could be.” Din said. “The pay is good.” Fennec said as she tosses the bag of credits to Din, who catches it.
“What’s the bounty?” (y/n) asked. “No bounty. We need muscle.” she replied. “Boba Fett.” Din and (y/n) said, realizing, and Fennec nods. “He sure would appreciate it.” she said and the two hunters share a look and (y/n) nods.
Din turns to Fennec and tosses the credits back to her. “Tell him it’s on the house.” He said and she catches the credits and smiles. “But first, we got to pay a visit to a little friend.” Din said and (y/n) smiles.
…You kept your eyes cast down, staring unseeingly at the cuffs binding your wrists together. The flesh beneath was sore, raw, and you wished someone would remove them.
But they still saw you as a threat, because you were a mystery—a stranger, dumped in front of Greef Karga by a ruthless bounty hunter that appeared not to know how things had changed on Nevarro.
You had heard some rumours about the fall of the imperial base, the subsequent rebuilding on this planet. But of course, that had been when you were travelling with spice runners, months ago. Or had it been longer?
You’re not sure, actually, how long Letos’ had you in carbonite after…well. You can’t even remember where he had captured you. You would need to deal with the memory gaps later, if you weren’t killed.
You had hoped, rather foolishly when you realized you had been taken to Nevarro, that the changes that the runners had spoken of might mean kinder treatment. But Karga and a woman that wore a Marshal sigil appeared entirely unsure of what to do with you, and so you remained bound on the ground, kneeling as you awaited your fate.
“Even if we did decide to turn her in, going against everything we stand for now, there’s no tracking fob, we have no connections with the Guild—we don’t know who wants her!” Karga spoke in a hushed tone, and you could feel his eyes on you, unsure and at a loss. That made two of you.
Letos’ cold voice spoke from somewhere behind you, “I was never given that information when I took the puck. And it seems the agent who gave it to me met a messy end over on Tatooine,” he paused, and you imagined he was now gesturing at you as his next words rang out, “I’m afraid I have no need for the girl, so if you won’t accept her, I’ll be proceeding to execution. She is too much of a liability and I intend to leave the Outer Rim for good after this.”
He stopped talking abruptly at the sound of a door sliding open to your right. At first, the room was silent and you thought perhaps no one had entered, until Karga’s companion gasped after a beat.
“You’re back!”
Greef moved past you to the silent newcomer, and you follow his path with your eyes, turning your neck and flinching at the stiffness. There’s a few moments of greetings that you miss as your ears thrum with the pain, not just in your neck but everywhere. When you can finally focus again, which takes quite a bit of concentration, you see a tall figure covered entirely in beskar, and you have to search for the word.
Mand—Mandolorian. Yes, that was what, or rather who, you were looking at. A Mandolorian warrior. You had never seen one in person before, but there was no mistaking the helmet, the head to foot beskar armor, or the way Letos’ grunted in irritation tinged with concern as he surveyed the man.
“I hate to interrupt, Karga,” He hissed, and you heard him take a step closer to you. Not wanting to show the fear you felt—because you’d certainly heard his declaration just before the Mandolorian appeared—you worked slowly in your kneeled position to sit straighter. Head held high. “But I do need to make my leave.”
You felt all eyes on you in that moment. The too-thin, scraggly little creature you’d become when trying to flee your past. You hadn’t been raised in a way that made you tough when it came to starving night after night, even if you could hold your own in hand to hand combat or handle a blaster well enough. It didn’t matter when you continued to wither down and then just as you finally found a decent group and started to settle and feel safe, Letos’ stole you away and put you in carbonite.
All you wanted was a hot meal, long bath and to fall asleep in a real bed. And for the nightmares to stop.
Instead, a group of strangers were assessing you, deciding your fate despite none of them even knowing who had originally hired bounty hunters to track you down. If you told them, they wouldn’t believe you anyway. You had no proof. You consider speaking, just to say that you’re pretty sure you were meant to be kept alive, but it seems so feeble a plan you close your eyes briefly as the weight of imminent death settles on your shoulders.
When you open your eyes again, the Mandolorian is looking right at you. His helmet tilts, ever so slightly, and you aren’t sure how you know, but you do—you’re looking straight back at him, and you school your expression to ensure he doesn’t see your fear.
Letos’ patience runs thin, “I’ll take her and—“
“No.”
The modulated voice that comes from the helmet is deep, the tone eerily calm. The Mandolorian takes a few steps—around Greef and the Marshal, his head moving only slightly, though you think he’s looking from you to Letos’, and then something shifts in the very air. Maybe your adrenaline is running so high that your senses are on overdrive, because no one else reacts to the sudden tension.
But the Mandolorian does stiffen, he does turn his head a fraction as if beneath the helmet he’s fixing Letos’ with a mighty glare. And then, in the space of a breath, he moves. Moves like lightning, so fast you can’t even blink before there’s a groan, a wet ripping sound, and then a dull thud as Letos’ body slumps to the ground behind you, dead.
You gasp, petrified, as the Mandolorian pulls the blade from your captors chest and turns to you. A whimper does escape now, though you manage not to wet yourself despite the fear. You want to say something, beg for your life or simply scream, but then he speaks.
“Burc'ya, don’t be afraid,” The modulated voice is softer now, almost a soothing whisper. He drops the weapon and rips the gloves from his hands, revealing golden-tanned, calloused skin. He raises them as if in surrender, “Gedet'ye udessi! You’re safe, you’re safe.”
You’re shivering now, your eyes moving from the helmet to the blood pooling on the ground next to Letos’ body. You don’t know the language he speaks, but you can guess the meaning behind the words. Still, you can’t do more than tremble. As if sensing your thoughts, he speaks again, this time only in basic.
“No one will harm you again, little one.”
You stare at your reflection in the helmet for a moment before pulling in a slow breath. You hold his gaze—at least, based on your best guess of where his eyes are—and your voice comes out softly as you say your name. He should know you have a name.
Another brief pause, and then your body gives out as the adrenaline fades and you sag forward. Your vision pinpricks just as you see him reach out to catch you, and then there’s nothing but darkness…
Warnings: There is mature sexual content and canon typical violence. I do not give specific trigger warnings. If you have triggers, this may not be a story for you.
Summary: The Mandalorian Bounty Hunter has unintentionally rescued you from raiders- at least that’s what you thought. Now he’s agreed to escort you back to civilization. You’ve got secrets you need to keep and he seems to be carrying one of his own. After a major betrayal, is he your enemy or your lover?
This is an incredible story, I’m obsessed. I binged the 16 posted chapters and eagerly await the next installment of this amazingly written series.
The author has a brilliant talent here—they’ve written a perfect Mando, developed a reader that’s strong and stubborn and has an interesting mystery of a backstory, and has written some seriously fantasticsmut.
This is the kind of story—of writing—that makes me come back to tumblr again and again. The dialogue is also of note, the writer delivers excellent exchanges with realistic prose. I’m in awe of the story and I’m so grateful to have found it.
