You Owe Me

The Mandalorian x Reader (Prologue)

Word Count:1k

Rating:none

Warning: mild language

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.”

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Rating:Explicit

Word Count:6.6k

Warnings:Gambling, strip Sabacc, nudity, wagers on sex, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex

Comments: A Mandalorian sits down at your Sabacc table on Canto Bight, wanting to play for the ship you have offered up as collateral. Except you decide that you won’t play for money, you’ll play for clothes. 

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers​

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It wasn’t often that you spent much time in one of the gambling dens on Canto Bight. Often the atmosphere was too much, or the table too rich, but this was interesting. When the Mandalorian had sat down at the table, several were concerned that the obvious bounty hunter had pucks on them. It was clear by the way they quickly gathered their credits and scattered to the four winds. You had been annoyed at that, seeing the potential profit you had been betting on slip through your fingers. Instead, he hadn’t got up to go after one of them or pull out a puck for anyone still seated. He pulled out a pouch of credits and tossed them down, obviously wanting to play. You raise a brow and toss down your latest hand, forfeit since so many left the table. “You’re gonna play, Mando?” You ask in disbelief. 

Din tilts his helmet, glad for the visor which makes it easier for him to bluff. “I heard from others that you are betting a ship. I need one. Let’s play.” He orders, gesturing for the dealer to cut the deck. You hum, picking up your drink to take a sip, the others warily looking at each other, unsure of whether they wish to play a Mandalorian. If he loses, he could decide to kill them then and there. Once Din has his cards, he is careful to make sure they are not reflected in his visor as he eyes his hand.

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Hey guys so uh I’ve been depressed and while I’m almost ready to update No Way I probably won’t get to it until this weekend. Anyways if you want to inspire me to write something particularly ✨spicy✨ I’m in a mood and would love any asks. Love y’all.

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Quick life/writing update: things are a mess over at the obsessivelysearching household. School is kicking my ass, I’m burnt out, and I haven’t written in weeks.

That said, I don’t know when I’ll be able to update “no way” next but I might write something else in the meantime (like a oneshot) if people have any requests. I am really really really into Pedro pascal but especially din, Javier, Maxwell, and whiskey. So give me a good prompt and let’s break this writers block!!

Xx Talia

The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Female!Reader)

Chapter 8: Redemption

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Two Stormtroopers, one of them carrying a bag with the Child in it, come up on a ridge outside of the town after speeding across the fields on their speeder bikes. "Speeder bikes have arrived at the checkpoint with the asset. Awaiting confirmation.“ the first Stormtrooper said then the Child squeals. The trooper turns and punches the Child. "Knock it off!” He growls as the Child let’s out a noise.

“Waiting for confirmation to continue into town.” the trooper said into the comms. “That’s a go to proceed, but I advise you to double-check. Then Moff just touched down and already took out a squad of local troopers.” the operator said. “Standing by.” the trooper said then he puts away his comms while the second trooper turns to him.

“Did he just say that Gideon killed his own men?” The second trooper asked. “Oh, who knows? These guys like to lay down the law when they first arrive into town, y'know. You know how it is.” the first trooper said and the Child begins to cry. The trooper punches the Child again. “I said, shut up. Yeesh.” He growls as his partner looks at the bag.

“What is that thing, anyway?” The second Trooper asked. “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe Moff wants to eat it. I don’t ask questions.” the first Trooper said. “Can I see it?” asked the second trooper. “Did you not just hear that Moff Gideon killed a dozen of his own troopers to make a point?” the 1st Trooper asked and the 2nd Trooper holds his hands up. “Okay." 

”I get that point. Do you get the point?“ The 1st Trooper asked his partner. "Yes.” he said. “Okay.” said the first Trooper said and they sit and wait, bored. Then the 2nd Trooper starts shooting at some garbage,  missing everything. The 1st Trooper shakes his head and starts shooting, both of them missing.

“Should we offer that thing some water?” The 2nd Trooper asked, nodding towards the bag. “You just wanna look at it.” the 1st Trooper said. “So what? You got to see it!” the 2nd Trooper said. “Barely. I mean, I grabbed it up off the ground and I stuffed it in the sack.” the 1st Trooper said. “It’s more than I got to see it.” said the 2nd Trooper.

“Look, I’m not taking it out of this bag until I deliver it to the Moff.” said the 1st trooper. “Fine.” the 2nd Trooper grumbles. “Okay. Stop asking.” the 1st Trooper said then he gets off his bike. “Let me check on this thing. This is crazy.” he said then he turns to his comlink.

“Any update yet?” he asked “That’s a negative. Still waiting on confirmation. He just killed and officer for interrupting him, so this might take a while.” The operator said and the 1st Trooper sighs  “Thank you. Standing by still.” he said then he puts away the comlink. “Unbelievable.” he grumbles.

“Hey, how long has it been since that thing moved?” the 2nd Trooper asked. “I don’t know, like a minute or two. Don’t worry.” the 1st Trooper said as his partner gets off his bike. “Uh, it’s been way longer than a minute.” he said.

“Oh my God.” The 1st Trooper grumbles. “Shouldn’t we check and see if it’s still alive? You hit it pretty hard.” said the 2nd Trooper. “You just wanna see it.” the 1st Trooper said. “Well, we should check and see if it’s hurt. The last thing that you want is to give Gideon a bag and have him open it up and find whatever is dead…” the 2nd Trooper said. COkay. Okay, look.“ The 1st Trooper said and he opens the bag, revealing the Child.

"Here you go. See? Take a peek. Everything’s fine.” said the 1st Trooper said and his partner looks at the Child then starts poking the little guy. “What is that?” he asked. “I don’t know. It’s a pet or something.” said the 1st Trooper said. “A pet? I thought you–” the 2nd Trooper said and the Child bites his finger.

“OW!” he yelps, shaking his hand then turns back and punches the Child, hard. “Serves you right.” the 1st Trooper said when IG-11 approaches. “Stop that.” the droid said and the Troopers draw their blasters.

“Identify yourself!” The 1st trooper ordered. “I am IG-11. I am this child’s nurse droid and require that you remand him to me immediately.” IG said and the second Trooper chuckles. “A nurse droid? I thought it was a hunter. Aren’t IGs usually hunters?” he asked. “Yeah, well, evidently this one’s a nurse.” the 1st Trooper said as IG approaches them.

“I’m sorry, nurse, but you’re gonna have to get out of here.” The 1st Trooper said and he gives a warning shot to the droid. “Are you refusing my request?” IG asked. “No. I’m telling you to get out of here.” the 1st trooper said as he gets up in front of the droid.

IG-11 grabs the Trooper’s arm and twists it until it snaps, then slams him down. Then he grabs the other Trooper’s head and smashes him down on his bike, repeatedly. Then he gets on the other bike and powers it up. “That was unpleasant. I’m sorry you had to see that.” the droid said to the Child a d they speed off.

Back in the town, Stormtroopers, Death Troopers and Moff Gideon surrounded the common house and were watching it. Cara, Mando, Greef and (y/n) look out the window towards them.

“Is there another way out?” Cara asked. “No, that’s it.” Greef said then (y/n) turns to Mando. “What about the sewers?” she asked him. “Sewers?” Greef asked, confused. “The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers. If we can get down there, they can help us escape.” Mando said. “Yeah, sewers are good!” Cara said.

“Checking for access points.” Mando said, and he begins to scan the area in his visor, as Cara looks out the window. “What the hell are they waiting for?” she asked as Stormtroopers began to unpack and bring forward weapons parts. “Hold up.” she said and she sees them setting up a cannon.

“They’re setting up an E-Web.” She said. “It’s over.” Greef said as Mando’s visor reveals a sewer access point behind a bench. “I found the sewer vent.” he informs the others. “Let’s get the hell outta here.” Cara said and they run to the back of the common house and pull the bench off the wall. 

Meanwhile, the troopers set up the cannon. Mando, Cara and (Y/n) try to open the sewer grate when (y/n) noticed the troopers, outside, are powering up the weapon.

“It’s assembled.” she said. “How long until that thing’s cleared?” Greef asked then Cara turns to Mando. “Blow it.” she said. “I’m out of charges.” Mando said and Cara grabs her rifle. “Get out of the way!” she yells and tries to shoot the vent grate off while the enemy outside watches and listens.

She tries to kick the vent in, but it doesn’t budge.

“Your astute panic suggests that you understand your situation. I would prefer to avoid any further violence, and encourage a moment of consideration. Members of my escort have completed assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster. If you are unfamiliar with this weapon, I am sure that Republican Shock Trooper Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan will advise you that she has witnessed many of her ranks vaporize mid-descent facing the predecessor of this particular model.” Moff said and Cara looks out towards the window, shocked.

“Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin, and the former Mandalorian, (y/n) (l/n), have heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore, when gunships outfitted with similar ordnance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of a Thousand Tears.” Moff said and Mando and (y/n) look at each other then out towards the window, while Cara and Greef look at (y/n). “You were Mandalorian?” Greef asked, shocked, and (y/n) gulps as Moff continues.

“I advise disgraced Magistrate Greef Karga to search the wisdom of his years and urge you to lay down your arms and come outside. The structure you are trapped in will be razed in short order and your storied lives will come to an unceremonious end.” Moff said then Greef looks out the window.

“What do you propose?” he asked Moff. “Reasonable negotiation.” Moff replied. “What assurance do you offer?” Greef asked. “If you’re asking if you can trust me…you cannot. Just as you betrayed our business arrangement, I would gladly break any promise and watch you die at my hand. The assurance I give is this: I will act in my own self-interest, which at this time involves your cooperation and benefit. I will give you until nightfall, and then I will have the E-Web cannon open fire.” Moff said and he turns and walks away.

“I say we hear him out.” Greef said to the others. “The minute we open that door, we’re dead.” Cara said. “We’re dead if we don’t. At least out there we’ve got a shot.” Greef said as Cara begins to collect weapons and ammo. “That’s easy for you to say. I’m a Rebel Shock Trooper. They’ll upload me to a Mind Flayer.” she said.

“Those aren’t real. That was just wartime propaganda.” Greef assures her. “Well, I don’t care to find out. I’m shooting my way outta here.” Cara said then Greef turns to the two hunters.

“What about you two?” He asked them. “We know who he is.” Mando said and Cara and Greef look at them, shocked. “It’s Moff Gideon.” (y/n) said. “No. Moff Gideon was executed for war crimes.” Cara said. “It’s him. He knew our names.” Mando said as he gestures between and (y/n).

“So? What does that prove?” Greef asked. “Because he and I are the only ones that know those names and say our names to each other when no one is around.” (Y/n) explains.

“On Mandalore?” Greef asked. "We were not born on Mandalore.“ Mando said. "But you two are Mandalorians.” Greef said. “Mandalorian isn’t a race.” (y/n) said. “It’s a Creed.” Mando added.

Flashback

Din’s father carries him, his mother by them  as they flee from the droids shooting everyone in sight. They come up to an underground storage when another couple, holding a child, comes up to them. Din noticed that it was a young girl was in the couple’s arm. 

He has seen the girl when out in town or at their school but he never really knew her. The girl’s parents asked Din’s parents for their help on hiding their daughter as well. His father nods and they open the hatch and put both kids in the storage.

The parents stare at their children, who look up at them in terror, before the close the hatch. The girl grabs her little crystal necklace and holds it close to her chest when an explosion goes off.

The two kids turn their heads away when the hatch opens. The two look up and see a droid standing before them. But before it can kill them, it gets shot up and destroyed. And two Mandalorians come up and pull the children out.

The Mandalorians, one holding Din and the other holding the girl, walk back over to their crew. The two kids watch as the squad of Mandalorians fight the droids and the two Mandalorians takes the kids away, leaving the fight behind.

Present Day

“We were foundings. They raised us in the Fighting Corps. We were treated as one of their own. When we came of age, we were sworn to the Creed.” Mando explains. “But he said (y/n) was a former Mandalorian.” Greef said. “I had my helmet removed during a fight. So I was put in exile.” (Y/n) said. “The only record of our family names were in the registers of Mandalore. Moff Gideon was an ISB Officer during the purge. That’s how we know it’s him.” Mando said.

“That’s how he knows who we all are.” Cara said. “He says he needs us, which means the Child got away safely. I was worried when the Ugnaught didn’t respond, but if they’d captured the kid, we’d already be dead.” (y/n) said and Cara turns to Mando. “Hail them again.” she said and Mando turns to the comlink.

“Come in, Kuiil. Kuiil!” Mando calls but no response. “Nothing.” He mutters. “They might have jammed the link.” Cara said when they head the Child squeal over the comms. “Kuiil has been terminated.” IG-11 replied through the comms.

“What did you do?” Mando asked, angrily. “I am fulfilling my base function.” the droid replied. “Which is?” Mando asked. “To nurse and protect.” the droid replies and he speeds through town, approaching the secured gate.

“What was that? Look alive.” the trooper asked and he starts shooting at the droid but IG-11 takes them out and continues into town, taking down Troopers along his way. Troopers around the common house start noticing and turn their attention.

“Look!” (Y/n) said as she points out the window. IG-1! comes speeding up the road, jumps off the bike to let the bike crash into the Troopers, then proceeds to shoot the Trooper around it. “Cover me!” Mando said and Cara and (y/n) shoot at the troopers from inside the common house.

Mando and Greef leave the common house and start taking out the troopers around them. Then Mando grabs the E-Wev cannon off its base and decimates the Trooper ranks. A Death Trooper blasts the main entry, knocking Cara and (y/n) down, but they are able to take the intruders out.

Moff shows up again and fires his blaster towards Mando’s helmet head. Then he takes out the E-Web power unit, resulting in a massive explosion taking Mando down. IG-11 keeps advancing while Greef and (y/n) grab Mando to drag him to relative safety back inside the common house. “Burn them out.” Moff ordered.

“Stay with me, Din. We’re gonna get you outta here.” (Y/n) said, slightly panicked, while Greef turns to IG-11 and points to the sewer grate. “This is our only way out. Can you clear it?” he asked the droid and the droid goes to the grate while (y/n) and Cara lay Mando down.

“Stay with me.” (y/n) pleads. “If you go near this Child, I will have no choice but to kill you.” the droid warns Greef. “I understand. Can you do anything to move the grate?” Greef asked. “Yes, of course.” IG-11 said and he gets to work. “Oh, I love IG units.” Greef said.

“I’m not gonna make it. Go.” Mando tells (y/n). “Shut up. You just got your bell rung. You’ll be fine.” (Y/n) assures him. “Leave me.” Mando said, weakly, as (y/n) pulls her hand from under Mando’s head to see it was full of blood.

“I’m gonna need to take this thing off.” She said but Mando grabs her hands. “No. You leave me.” he gasps. “You make sure the Child is safe. Here.” He said and he pulls off a necklace, giving it to (y/n). “When you get to the Mandalorian covert, you show them that.” Mando said to her. “I’m a Dar'manda. They won’t help me.” (Y/n) said.

“You tell them it’s from Din Djarin. You tell them the foundling was in my protection, and they’ll help you.” Din adds and (y/n)’s eyes start to tear up. “We can make it.” she said, her voice shaking.

Outside, an Incinerator Stormtrooper walks up to the house and (y/n) tries to push and pull Din. “Come on! Let’s go!” she said, frantically, as Cara tries to help but Din shakes his head. “I’m not gonna make it, and you know it.” he said to her, weakly.

A blast of fire bursts through the window and (y/n) covers Din with her body while IG-11 continues to work on the vent grate. “You protect the Child. I can hold them back long enough for you to escape. Let me have a warrior’s death.” Din said to (y/n) as she sits back up and she places her hand on his chest, tears running down her face.

“I won’t leave you.” She cries and Din places his hand over hers and runs his thumbs across her fingers. “This is the Way.” He said and (y/n) closes her eyes then Din raises his other hand and places his pointer finger and thumb under her chin and brings her head up to face him.

She opens her eyes as he removes his finger and thumb off of her chin then placed his hand on her cheek. A few tears run down her face and he uses his thumb to wipe away the tears he could before she starts to lean in towards him and places her forehead against his forehead, a Keldabe kiss as they call it.

The Incinerator Stormtrooper blasts fire through the open door and the Child crepts out of his bag and stands in the middle of the room. The Stormtrooper enters the common house and everyone looks on in horror as the Child is directly in the way of the flamethrower, holding off the flames.

Then he pushes the flames out, throwing the Trooper out in an explosion, saving them all. The Child falls over, spent once again, and IG-11 kicks in the vent grate. “Come on! It’s open, let’s go!” Greef shouts as (y/n) pulls her head back up. “Go. Go.” Din gasps to (y/n) as Greef shouts. “We have to move. Now!”

IG-11 grabs the Child and walks over to (y/n), Cara and Din. “Go.” Din tells (y/n), rasping, and Cara places a hand on (y/n)’s shoulder. “C'mon.” She whispers and (y/n) gets up when IG-11 shoves the Child, in the bag, into (y/n)’s arms.

“Escape and protect this child. I will stay with the Mandalorian.” the droid said and (y/n) looks at him, shocked. “Promise me you’ll bring him.” she pleads. “You have my word.” the droid promised and (y/n) nods at him then her, Cara and Greef leave with the Child.

IG-11 kneels down by Din. “DO it.” Din growls. “Do what?” the droid asked. “Just get it over with. I’d rather you kill me than some Imp.” Din said. “I told you, I am no longer a hunter. I am a nurse droid.” affirms the Droid. “IGs are all hunters.” Din sneers. “Not this one. I was reprogrammed. I need to remove your helmet if I am to save you.” said the Droid and he reaches to grab the helmet but Din raises a blaster to his face.

“Try it and I’ll kill you. It is…forbidden. No living thing has seen me without my helmet since I…swore the Creed.” Din said. “I am not a living thing.” IG-11 tells him and this makes Din think for a moment then he lowers the blaster, letting the droid remove his helmet.

“This is a bacta spray.” The droid tells him as he applies the spray to Din’s wound. “It will heal you in a matter of hours. You have suffered damage to your central processing unit.” He tells him and Din furrows his brow. “You mean my brain?” he asked. “That was a joke. It is meant to put you at ease.” the droid tells him and Din gives a labored chuckle.

In the sewers, Cara, Greef and (y/n) turn as they hear footsteps behind them. It’s IG-11 with Din, helmet back on, (y/n) let’s put a surprised gasp as Cara goes to IG-11 and takes over helping Din. “I got you.” she said and they lead him over to (y/n), who gives a small smile at him.

“Don’t scare me like that again.” She said to him and he let’s out chuckle. “I’ll try not to.” He said and they make their way through the sewers.

“Do you know which way to go?” Greef asked Din. “No. I don’t know these tunnels. I’ve only entered from the bazaar.” Din replied. “Well, if we get the smell of sulfur and we follow it, it’ll lead us up to the plains where the river flows.” Greef said. “And the Imps will catch us before we make it to the ship. We need the Mandalorians to escort us to safety.” Din said as they make their way further into the sewers.

“Ugh, this place is a maze.” Cara grumbles. “Stop. I can stand.” Din said. “The bacta infusion is working.” IG-11 said and Din turns to the others. “I’ll try to find tracks.” he said and he begins to look around a bit then points. “We’re close. Turn here.” He said and they come upon a pile of Mandalorian armor, mostly helmets.

Din and (y/n) drop to their knees in front of it, Din takes one of the helmets while (y/n) covers her mouth with her hand. Cara steps closer and said, gently. “We should go.”

“You go. Take the ship. We can’t leave it this way.” (Y/n) said then Din turns to Greef. “Did you know about this? Is this the work of your bounty hunters?” Din asked him, angrily. “No. When you left the system and took the prize, the fighting ended and the hunters just melted away. You know how it is. They’re mercenaries. They’re not zealots.” Greef said then Din and (y/n) get up and round on Greef.

“Did you do this?” (Y/n) asked him, angrily, then she gets up in his face. “Did you?!” She asked. “No!” Greef said. “It was not his fault.” a voice said and everyone turns to see the Armorer standing nearby. “We revealed ourselves. We knew what could happen if we left the covert.” she said as she takes a piece of armor from the pile and added it to a floating cart.

“The Imperials arrived shortly thereafter. This is what resulted.” she said. “Did any survive?” Din asked her. “I hope so. Some may have escaped off-world.” she replied. “Come with us.” Din said to her. “No. I will not abandon this place until I have salvaged what remains.” said the Armorer and she leaves and everyone follows her into the forge, where she melts down armor pieces.

“Show me the one whose safety deemd such desruction.” she said and (y/n) walks up, holding the Child. “This is the one.” Din said and the Armorer turns to her. “So it is true. The Dar'manda is the one that was traveling with you.” She said. “I may not be part of the Creed anymore, but I will never turn my back on those who need me.” (y/n) said as the Armorer looks her over. 

“She has saved my life multiple times.” Din said and the Armorer turns to him then back to (y/n). “Good.” She said then she looks at the Child in (y/n)’s arms.

“This is the one you hunted, then saved?” The Armorer asked Din. “Yes. The one that saved me and her as well.” Din said as he points at (y/n). “From the mudhorn?” the Armorer asked. “Yes.” he said. “It looks helpless.” She points out.

“It’s injured, but it is not helpless. Its species can move objects with its mind.” (y/n) explains. “I know of such things. The songs of eons past tell of battles between Mandalore the Great and an order of sorcerers called Jedi that fought with such powers.” the Armorer explains.

“It is an enemy?” Din asked. “No. Its kind were enemies, but this individual is not.” the Armorer said. “What is it?” Din asked. “It is a foundling. By Creed, it is in your care.” she said. “You wish me to train this thing?” he asked her. “It is too weak. It would die. You have no choice. You must reunite it with its own kind.” she said.

“Where?” Din asked. “This, you must determine.” she said. “You expect me to search the galaxy for the home of this creature and deliver it to a race of enemy sorcerers?” Din asked and the Armorer turns to him. “This is the Way.” she said.

“Hey. These tunnels will be lousy with Imps in a matter of minutes. We should at least discuss an escape plan.” Cara said. “If you follow the descending tunnel it will lead you to the underground river. It flows downstream toward the lava flats.” The Armorer said. “I think we should go.” Greef said. “I’m staying. I need to help her, and I need to heal.” Din said.

“You must go. A foundling is in your care. By Creed, until it is of age or reunited with its own kind, you are as its father. This is the Way. You have earned your Signet.” The Armorer said and she attaches the signet to his pauldron. “You are a clan of three.” She said and Din and (y/n) look up at her and she gives them a nod. “Thank you. I will wear this with honor.” Din tells her as (y/n) smiles and nods at the Armorer.

“There is something else.” The Armorer said as she turns her back away from them and goes over a table. “I had made these awhile back, hoping to give them to another Mandalorian. But I would feel better if they were in your hands.” She said as she picks something up and walks over to (y/n).

The former Mandalorian raises an eyebrow as Armorer holds out arm gauntlets that looked like it was made out of beskar. (Y/n) gives her a confused look. “Me?” She said. “You have proven yourself worthy.” The Armorer said and (y/n) hands the Child to IG-11 before she takes the gauntlets and puts them on.

She noticed there was a switch in the gauntlets and she pushes it, making both the gauntlets turn to shields. “Thank you.” (Y/n) said as she retracted the shield.

An explosion goes off and startles the group as Stormtroopersbegin entering the tunnels. “We should go.” Greef said and Armorer turns to the droid. “IG, please guard the outer hallway. A scouting party draws near.” she said and the droid heads out.

“I have one more gift for your journey. Have you trained in the Rising Phoenix?” The Armorer asked Din. “When I was a boy, yes.” Din replied. “Then this…” she said as she turns and holds out a jetpack. “…will make you complete.” She said. “Thank you.” he said, appreciatively.

“When you have healed, you will begin your drills. Until you know it, it will not listen to your commands.” said the Armorer. “I understand.” Din said as blasters were heard for a few seconds before it goes quiet.

Then IG-11 returns. “You are protected.” he informs. “More will come. You must go.” the Armorer tells them. “Come with us.” (y/n) said to her.  My place is here. Restock your munitions.“ she tells them then she turns to IG-11. "IG, carry this for Din Djarin until he is well enough to wear it.” She said as she passes the jetpack to the droid.

“Now, go! Down to the river and across the plains. Be safe on your journey,” she tells them. “Thank you.” Din said and they began to escape.

Moments later, they arrive at an underground lava river.  “This is the lava river.” Greef said as Din goes up to the ferry. “The ferry droid is fried.” Din said. “Yeah, but if we push the boat out we can get it to float downstream. Come on.” Greef said as he goes up to the ferry. “Looks old. Will it take the heat?” (Y/n) asked him. “You got a better idea?” Greef asked her. “Guess not.” she said.

They push the boat, but it doesn’t budge. “Push!” Greef said and, frustrated, Din kicks at the boat. “Come on! What’re you doing?” Greef asked as Din grabs a pole. “Let’s try this.” he said and they began to push. “Push!” Greef yells as he and Din push but then Cara unslings her rifle.

“You guys mind getting out of the way?” She asked and they step out of the way. She shoots at the cooled lava locking the boat in and it finally comes loose. “Good job.” Greef said. “Watch your feet. It’s molten lava.” IG-11 said and they get into the boat. “No kidding.” Cara mutters, sarcastically.

The ferry droid comes to life and everyone turns to train their blaster on it. It gets up, beeping. “I don’t suppose anybody here speaks droid?” Din asked. “I believe he is asking where we would like to go.” IG-11 replied. “Down river. To the lava flat.” Greef tells the ferry droid.

The droid beeps and starts moving the boat along. Then Greef points to a light at the end of the tunnel. “That’s it. We’re free!” he exclaims but Din scans ahead with his visor. “No. No, we’re not. Stormtroopers. They’re flanking the mouth of the tunnel. It looks like an entire platoon. They must know we’re coming.” Din said and Cara turns to the ferry droid.

“Stop the boat. Hey, droid, I said stop the boat. Hey, I’m talking to you. I said stop!” She yells and she shoots its head off and everyone looks around. “We’re still moving.” (y/n) said, worried, and the Child curled up to her chest then grabs onto her crystal pendant.

“Looks like we fight.” Cara said. “There are too many.” Din tells her. “Well, then what do you suggest? Cuz I can’t surrender.” Cara said. “They will not be satisfied with anything less than the Child. This is unacceptable. I will eliminate the enemy, and you will escape.” IG-11 said and Din turns to him.

“You don’t have that kind of firepower, pal. You wouldn’t even get to daylight.” He tells the droid. “That is not my objective.” IG-11 tells him. “We’re getting close. Saddle up.” Cara said a she gets her weapon ready. “I still have the security protocols from my manufacturer. If my designs are compromised, I must self-destruct.” IG-11 said.

“What are you talking about?” (Y/n) asked him. “I’m not permitted to be captured. I must be destroyed.” IG-11 replied. “Are we gonna keep talking or we gonna get outta here?” Greef asked as IG-11 puts the jetpack down. “I can no longer carry this for you. Nor can I watch over the child.” he said as he hands the Child back to (y/n).

“Wait. You can’t self-destruct. Your base command is to watch the child. That supersedes your manufacturer’s protocol, right? Right?” Din asked the droid. “This is correct.” said IG-11. “Good. Now grab a blaster and help us shoot our way out.” Din tells him. “Victory through combat is impossible. We will be captured. The child will be lost. Sadly, there is no scenario where the child is saved, in which I survive.” said the droid.

“Listen, you’re not going anywhere. We need you. Let’s just come with a–” Din started to say but IG-11 speaks up. “Please tell me the child will be safe in your care. If you do so, I can default to my secondary command." 

”But you’ll be destroyed.“ (Y/n) said as she steps forward. "And you will live, and I will have served my purpose.” IG-11 said as she gives him a sad look. “No. We need you.” Din said, his voice rough with emotion. “There is nothing to be sad about. I have never been alive.” IG-11 said.

“I’m not sad.” Din replies. “Yes you are. I’m a nurse droid. I’ve analyzed your voice.” IG-11 said then he caresses the Child in farewell. ​​Then the droid begins to step off of the boat and into the lava stream. “IG! What’re you doing?!” Greef calls out as IG marches through the lava stream to the mouth of the tunnel, where the Stormtroopers are lying in ambush.

“Manufacturer’s protocol dictates I cannot be captured.” he said as his breastplate opens to reveal an active grenade. “I must be destroyed.” He said and he explodes, taking out all the Stormtroopers.

As the boat emerges from the tunnel, a TIE fighter appears. “Moff Gideon!” Cara exclaimed and the TIE fighter opens fire on the group and they shoot back. “He missed!” Greef said as they take cover. “He won’t next time.” (y/n) said. “Our blasters are useless against him.” said Cara.

“Hey, let’s make the baby do the magic hand thing. Come on, baby! Do the magic hand thing.” Greef said and he waves his hand at the Child. The Child smiles and waves back at him then Greef turns to the others. "I’m out of ideas.“ He said.  "I’m not.” Din said as Cara looks out and sees the fighter coming back.

“Here he comes!” She shouts. Under grunts of pain, Din attaches the jetpack and fires it up as the fighter approaches again. He shoots up just before the TIE fighter passes above them, then turns and hooks on to the fighter with his grappling hook.

He mounts the fighter, nearly getting bucked and loses a charge. But he was able to manage to stick a couple of charges to the TIE fighter before letting go. The charges explode and the TIE fighter crashes while Din falls. (Y/n)’s heart races then she hands the Child to Greef. “Hold him.” She said and she runs and activates her jetpack and flies towards Din.

She just gets to him and grabs his hand just as he manages to re-engage his jetpack. The two stop in mid-air and, while still holding hands, the two land safely. “That was impressive, Mando. Very impressive. It looks like your Guild rates have just gone up.” Greef said as he walks up to the two and sets the Child down.

“Any more stormtroopers?” Din asked. “I think we cleaned up the town. I’m thinking of staying aorund just to be sure.” Cara said. “You’re staying here?” (y/n) asked her and she nods. “Well, why not? Nevarro is a very fine planet. And now that the scum and villainy have been washed away, it’s very respectable again.” Greef said.

“As a bounty hunter hive?” Din asked him. “Some of my favorite people are bounty hunters. And perhaps, this specimen of soldier might consider joining our ranks.” Greef said as he gestures to Cara. “Yeah…I’ve got some clerical concerns regarding my chain code.” she said and the Child waddles up to Din and (y/n).

Then he grabs onto Din’s leg with one hand then grabs (y/n)’s leg with his other hand, standing between the two. “And if you would agree to become my enforcer, clerical concerns would be the least of your worries.” Greef said to Cara then he turns to Din and (y/n). “But you, my friends, you two will be welcome back into the Guild with open arms. So, go off, enjoy yourself. And when you’re ready to return, you will have the pick of all quarries.” He said and Mando picks up the Child.

“I’m afraid we have more pressing matters at hand.” Din said as (y/n) nods. Cara then steps forward and rubs the Child’s ear. “Take care of this little one.” she said as she steps back and Greef touches the Child’s ear gently. “Or maybe…it’ll take care of both of you.” he said..

The two hunters nod and engages their jetpacks and take off with the Child in Din’s arms. They make their way back to the Razer Crest and see Kuiil’s dead body. They bury him and once they were done making a burial mound, they make their way towards the ship.

They enter the cockpit and Din sets the Child down and he powers up the ship as (y/n) sits down in the second seat. Then they hear a sound and they turn to the Child, who has something in his hands and sucking on it. “What do you got there?” (y/n) asked and she takes the pendant from the Child. 

She holds up the pendant and Din reaches out for the pendant as well. “I didn’t think I’d see this again.” he whispers then he looks up at the Child. “Why don’t you hang on to that?” he asked as they hand the pendant back to the Child to suck on it.

They take off and leave Nevarro behind and Din steers the ship for awhile but lowers his head a bit. “Everything okay?” (Y/n) asked once she noticed his demeanor. Din sits there for a moment, thinking back at that moment in the common house.

For a moment, just a moment, he almost died and almost lost the opportunity to tell (y/n) his true feelings. Ever since the day they were rescued, he always felt some sort’ve feelings for her. Being so young, he wasn’t for sure what he was feeling. He thought he was being protective of her as they lived in the same village and he felt she was the only one who could understand him.

But as he got older, his feelings would grow for her. And what really sealed the deal and made him realize what he was feeling was when he and (y/n) were on one of their early missions. They were fighting a crew of men and he had taken out a few on his own. He turns and sees that she had about three guys surrounding her.

Panicked, he ran towards her but, before he could make it to her, she punched, kicked and shot the men off of her. And this shocked Din but also made him feel proud of her. He remembered her teasing him about coming to her rescue and that’s when he started to realize that he was developing feelings for her.

After her incident, Din was devastated to hear that she has been exiled from the clan despite it not being entirely her fault. And at the time they had to say goodbye, Din was so close to confessing to (y/n) how he felt about her. But he held back maybe because he knew he’ll see her again or maybe he didn’t want to bring it up as it was too late to bring it up as she was turning to leave. 

It’s better this way He thought as he watched her walk away, feeling defeated for the first time in a long time.

He turns to her then looks over at the Child to see that he had fallen asleep. He looks back at (y/n) then sighs. “There’s…There’s something I wanna do but….I need you to close your eyes.” He said and she raises an eyebrow at this. “Just, trust me.” Din said and she lowers her eyebrow and smirks. “Okay…” she said, with a suspicious tone in her voice.

Eventually, she closes her eyes and Din felt a lump in his throat. He was nervous, hell, he could feel himself trembling slightly as he removes his helmet, which hissed once he started to pull it off, revealing his dark hair, matching eyes and tan skin. He stares at (y/n) who still has her eyes closed with a furrow look of suspicious and confusion crossed over in her features as she awaits for what comes next.

Hearing the sound of the helmet being removed causes (y/n) to let out a short gasp of the revelation.

Din removed his helmet.

But why? She thought to herself. Fearful for him breaking the creed, she kept her eyes shut, knowing full well of the consequences of revealing themselves to anyone. They both knew it was dangerous, but as long as she doesn’t see, he’ll be safe from the same fate she had years ago.

Then she felt the warmth of his hands cradling her chin and her head is gently tilted upwards where she felt the breeze hitting her lips, which gives shivers down her spine. The former Mandalorian reached her hands up, feeling that he had a bit of facial hair above his lip, then her fingers linger up to the back of his head, finding slight curls that have been slightly dampened with sweat.

The feeling of her fingers through his hair made Din close his eyes as she gently runs her fingers through his dark hair.

Her hands than wander back to his face, feeling the features on his face. She often wondered what he looked like now after all those years hiding behind that beskar mask. Last time she saw his face was when they were mere children. The boy she had known for a long time had grown handsomely before her, at least from what she could tell from just touching his face with her fingers.

“Is this okay?” He whispers to her, his lips nearly touching her lips. Her heart jumped at hearing his voice clear as day and not modulated from the helmet. “I trust you.” She responds, softly, pulling him closer to her by wrapping her arms around his neck. She presses a long, tender kiss that nearly stole his breath away.

Din immediately responded back, passionately, as he savors this moment. As they break the kiss, just to catch their breath, Din presses his forehead against hers. “I thought I was supposed to make the first move.” he asked her.

“Too bad, you were taking so long that I had to take matters into my own hands.” She chuckles as she smirks back at him, her eyes remained closed but she could tell he rolled his eyes at her response. He then presses a quick kiss to her lips once again before he pulls away from her, her hands go and rest by her side.

He smiles at her as he picks up his helmet and puts it back on. “Okay.” He said and she slowly opens her eyes to see his helmet was back on his head. She smiles at him and she had a feeling he was smiling as well, which he was, then he reaches out and places a hand over hers.

They stare at each other for a moment before (y/n) clears her throat. “Anyway, where to next, oh fearless leader?” She teased and she heard a small chuckle come out of him as he turns in his chair and starts to punch in some coordinates in. “I think I know.” Din said and puts the ship into hyperspace.

Back on Nevarro, some Jawas come up to the crash site of the TIE fighter. They start to pick the wreck apart when a blade of a laser weapon cuts through the hull from the inside. The Jawas ran off in fright as Moff Gideon steps out and on top of the wreck, wielding the Darksaber.

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The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Female!Reader)

Chapter 6: The Prisoner

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The Razor Crest enters a space station hangar bay. Once it lands, the ramp opens and Mando and (y/n) walk out and make their way through the hangar. Everyone turns and stares at the two just as a man calls out to them.

’Mando.“ The voice calls out and the two turn to find an older bearded man. "Is that you under that bucket?” he asked and Mando takes the hand the bearded man offers in greeting. “Ran.” Mando greets. “Didn’t really know if I’d ever see you in these part again. Good to see you.” Ran said then he looks at (y/n). “And I guess you are Manda?” He asked. “Yes, I am.” She replied and he offers his hand to her and she shakes it. 

Once that was done, he turns to Mando. “You know, to be honest, I was a little surprised when you reached out to me. You know, cuz I…I hear things. Like, maybe things between you two and the Guild aren’t working out.” Ran said. “We’ll be fine.” Mando said. "Hmm okay. Well, you know the policy. No questions. And you, you’re welcome back here anytime.“ Ran said and the three of them walk across the catwalk in the hangar.

"So what’s the job?” (y/n) asked Ran. “Yeah, one of our associates ran afoul of some competitors and got himself caught. So I’m putting together a crew to spring him. It’s a six person job, I got four. All I need is the ride, and you brought it.” Ran explains. “The ship wasn’t part of the deal.” Mando said. “Well, the Crest is the only reason I let you back in here.” Ran said and Mando slowly turns to him.

“What’s the look? Is that gratitude?” Ran asked then he lets out laugh. "Uh-huh, I think it is.“ Ran said then he walks away, laughing. Mando stands for a moment and (y/n) looks over at him then reaches out to take his hand in hers. He looks at her and she gives him a sympathetic look and he squeezes her hand then they follow Ran into a different area as they, reluctantly, remove their hands out of each other’s grasp.

"Hey, Mayfeld.” Ran calls out and a bald man turns around to him. “Yeah.” he said. “This is Mando. The guy I was telling you about. And this is his partner, Manda.” Ran introduced. “Mando and I used to do jobs way back when.”

“This is the guy?” Mayfeld asked, pointing at Mando. “Yeah, we were all young, trying to make a name for ourselves. Yeah, but running with a Mandalorian, that was…that brought us some reputation.” Ran explained. “Oh ya? What did he get out of it?” Mayfeld asked. “I asked him that one time.” Ran said then he turns to Mando. “You remember what you said, Mando?” he asked but Mando doesn’t respond.

Ran smiles then turns back to Mayfeld. “Target practice.” Ran laughs. “Target practice. Man, we did some crazy stuff, didn’t we?”

“That was a long time ago.” Mando said, flatly. “Well…Well I don’t go out anymore. You understand? So uh…Mayfeld, he’s gonna run point on this job. If he says it, it’s like it’s coming from me. You and your partner good with that?” Ran asked. “You tell us.” (y/n) said, in a low tone, as she folds her arms across her chest which made Ran laugh once again.

“Well, I see why you keep her around, Mando. Bit of a spark in her.” Ran said as Mayfeld turns and walks away. “Anyway, Mayfeld, he’s, he’s one of the best trigger men I’ve ever seen. Former Imperial sharpshooter.” Ran said. “That’s not saying much.” Mando said, snidely. "I wasn’t a Stormtrooper, wiseass!“ Mayfeld spat. "Don’t take long, does it?” Ran asked before he laughs again.

“Razor Crest? I can’t believe that thing can fly. Looks like a Canto Bight slot machine.” Mayfeld complains as they walk back over to the ship, where there was a group of people now standing nearby.

“Alright, the good looking fella there with the horns, that’s Burg.” Mayfeld introduced as he points at this large creature with red skin and large black horns. Burg drops a huge crate that he was carrying as Mayfeld points at him. “This may surprise you, but he’s our muscle.” he said. “Really? We had no idea.” (Y/n) said, sarcastically, and Mayfeld looks over at her. “Oh, so you’re a wiseass too!” He said and (y/n) smirks at him just as Burg comes to inspect the two.

“So this is a Mandalorian. I thought they’d be bigger.” He said and he looks over at (y/n) then starts to laugh at her. “Droid’s name is Zero.” Mayfeld said as a Q9-0 droid walks up to them.

“I thought you said you had four.” Mando said to Ran after he looks over the crew. “He does.” a female voice said and he and (y/n) turn to see a purple-blue skinned female Twi'lek walking up to them, playing with a knife.

“Hello, Mando.” She greets. “Xi'an.” Mando said, plainly. “Tell me why I shouldn’t cut you down where you stand?” Xi'an asked then she jumps into an attack, the knife ending up at his throat, but he doesn’t flinch. “Nice to see you too.” Mando said and Xi'an laughs.

“I missed you.” She said then she clicks her knife against the beskar armor. “This is shiny. You wear it well.” She said as she looks up at him. “Do we need to leave the room or something?” Mayfeld asked, sarcastically, while (y/n) rolls her eyes. “Well, Xi'an’s been a little heartbroken since Mando left our group.” Ran explained.

“Aawww…you gonna be okay, sweetheart?” Mayfeld asked her, mockingly. “I’m all business now.” she replied then points her knife at Mando. "Learned from the best.“ She said then she looks (y/n). "Oh! Who’s this?” Xi'an asked as she walks closer to (y/n). Then she raises her knife and placed the tip under the former Mandalorian’s chin then looks her over.

(Y/n) doesn’t move or flinch as Xi'an looks at her. The Twi'lek cackles then moves the knife away from (y/n)’s chin and looks over at Mando. “Is she the reason you left us? Did she replace me?” Xi'an asked with a pout. Mando doesn’t respond as he clenched his fist when Xi'an placed that knife to (y/n)’s chin.

Meanwhile, (y/n) narrows her eyes at the Twi'lek then looks over at Mando, confused a bit at what Xi'an was implying. “All right, break it up till you get on the ship. Right now, we don’t have much time.” Ran said to them and Xi'an turns back to Mando and winks at him as she and the others walk towards the Razer Crest. Burg steps in front of Mando and (y/n), looking them up and down. “Hnn….Tiny.” he growls before he walks away and laughs. 

“Charming.” (Y/n) remarks to Mando before they make their way to the Razer Crest.

“So, package is being moved on a fortified transport ship.” Mayfeld explains as he brings up a hologram. “Now, we got a limited window to board, find our friend, get'im outta there, before they make their jump.” He said but (y/n) points at the hologram of the ship. “That’s a New Republic prison ship. Your man wasn’t taken by a rival syndicate, he was arrested.” she said.

“So what?” Mayfeld asked. “A job is a job.” Ran said. ‘That’s a max security transport, and we're not looking for that kind of heat.“ Mando said as he gestures between him and (y/n). "Well, neither are we. So just don’t mess up.” Ran said. “The good news for you is the ship is manned by droids.” Xi'an said then she turns to Mando. “Still hate the machines, Mando?” she asked him just as Zero comes down the ramp.

“Despite recent modifications the ship is still quite a mess. The power lines are leaking. The navigation is intermittent. And the hyperdrive is only operating at 67.3% efficiency. We have much better ships. Why are we using this one?” Zero asked. “'Cause the Razor Crest is off the old Imperial and the New Republic grid. It’s a ghost.” Ran replied. “Yeah. And we need a ship that can get close enough to jam New Republic code. So, when we drop out of hyperspace here, if we immediately bank into this kinda attitude, we should be right in their blind spot, which should give us just enough time for your ship to scramble our signal.” said Mayfeld.

“It’s not possible. Even for the Crest.” Mando said. “That’s why he’s flying.” Ran said as he points at Zero and Mayfeld laughs. “Mando, I know you’re a pretty good pilot, but we need you on the trigger, not on the wheel.” Ran said. “Don’t worry, Mandalorian, my response time is quicker than organics, and I’m smarter too.” Zero said and Mando turns to the droid. “Alright, ya, that’s good.” Ran said and Zero goes back into the ship and Ran turns to Mando.

“Forgive the programming. He’s a little rough around the edges. But he is the best.” he said. “How can you trust it?” Mando asked him. “You know me, man, I don’t trust anybody.” Ran said and he watches Mando and (y/n) walking up the ramp. “Just like the good old days, Mando, huh?” Ran asked. Mando doesn’t reply as he closes the ramp and the Razer Crest takes off.

Later inside the Razer Crest, Xi'an was balancing a knife point on her fingertip while Burg was pacing. “Will you sit. Down.” Xi'an tells him, exasperated. Burg hits something and Xi'an hisses at him, which makes Burg laugh.

Up at the cockpit, Zero was at the wheel while Mando lingered in the background. “Calculations complete. Jumping to hyperspace…now. Feel free to join the others. I will handle it from here.” Zero tells him and Mando leaves the cockpit.

Burg opens the weapons vault and laughs in glee at the sight. But (y/n) closes the vault on Burg. Mad, Burg reaches for the release of the safe room, which (y/n) stops with a heavy hand. Burg then starts to grab at (y/n) but Mando comes in and grabs Burg’s hand and shoves it away. Then he goes to stand in front of (y/n), protectively, and Burg glares at Mando.

“Hey, hey, hey. Okay. Okay. Okay, I get it. I’m a little particular about my personal space too. So let’s just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you don’t have to see our faces anymore.” Mayfeld said and Burg scoffs. “Someone tell me why we even a Mandalorian. Or this little womp rat.” Burg growls as he gestures at Mando and (y/n).

“Well, apparently Mandalorians are the greatest warriors in the galaxy. So they say.” Mayfeld said. “Then why are they all dead?” Burg asked and everyone laughs except for Mando and (y/n).

“Well, you flew with him, Xi'an. Is he as good as they say?” Mayfeld asked Xi'an. “Ask him about the job on Alzoc III.” she replied and everyone turns to Mando, even (y/n) who had heard some whispers about Alzoc III. “That was you?” She asked her friend and Mando turns to her.

“I did what I had to.” He replied and Xi'an giggles a bit. “Oh, but you liked it. See, I know who you really are.” Xi'an said, smirking at him then gave a gloating sort’ve smile at (y/n).

“He never takes off the helmet?” Mayfeld asked and Xi'an shakes her head with a chuckle. “This is the way.” Xi'an said, mockingly. “Hmm…I wonder what you look like under there.” Mayfeld said as he looks at Mando. “Maybe he’s a Gungan. Is that why…yousa don’t wanna show your face?” Mayfeld asked, making Burg and Xi'an laugh.

“You ever seen his face?” Mayfeld asked Xi'an. “A lady…never tells.” she said, smiling, then Mayfeld turns to (y/n). “What about you, sweetheart? You ever seen his face?” Mayfeld asked her. (Y/n) folds her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She said, snarkily, and Mayfeld scoffs then turns to Mando.

“Aw, come on, Mando. We all gotta trust each other here. You gotta show us something. Come on, just lift the helmet up. Come on. Let’s all see your eyes.” Mayfeld said then he nods at Burg, who then moves in. “I’ll do–” Burg started to say until Mando grabs Burg’s hand and twists his arm on his back. Burg fights him and (y/n) jumps in to help as she kicks and punches him.

Burg grapples for something to hold on to but he hits the release button for the safe room and the hatch opens, revealing the Child. “Whoa! What is that?” Mayfeld asked as everyone looks at the Child. "Wait a minute…“ Mayfeld said then he turns to Mando and (y/n) and gestures between them. ”…did you two make that? Huh?“ He asked but the two hunters don’t reply.

"What is it? Like…a pet or something?” Mayfeld asks. “Yeah. Something like that.” Mando replied. “Didn’t take you for the type. Maybe that code of yours has made you soft. Or this girl is the one who made you soft.” Xi'an said to him as she points at (y/n) with her knife.

“Me, I was never really into pets. Yeah, didn’t have the temperament. Patience, you know. I mean, I tried but…never worked out. What I’m thinking…maybe…” Mayfeld said then he picks up the Child, which made (y/n)’s heart beat faster but she tries her best to hid the fear.

“I’ll try again with this little fella. Huh?” Mayfeld said and he noticed (y/n)’s eyes were wide and he smirks a bit. So he pretends to drop the Child, making Mando and (y/n) flinch in response. Xi'an and Mayfeld laugh at them.

“Dropping out of hyperspace…now.” Zero informs and the ship starts to shake, making everyone fight for balance. “Commencing final approach…now. Cloaking signal…now.” Zero said and the ship rolls and everybody is thrown around the cabin. Mayfeld drops the Child and Mando dives after him while (y/n) falls on her back.

“Engaging coupling…now.” Zero said as the Razer Crest docks to the transport. Mando gets up and places the Child back into the safe room then he turns and helps (y/n) up to her feet. “Coupling confirmed. We are down. And relax. Commence extraction…now.” Zero informed.

“That useless droid didn’t even us a proper countdown.” Xi'an growls as Burg tosses some crates around. “Zee…you sure they can’t see us?” Mayfeld asked Zero as the make it to the hatch.  The Razor Crest is scrambling our signature, and I’m inside the prison system. It’s impressive that this gunship has survived the Empire without being impounded.“ Zero replied. "Alright, we got a job to do, Mando, you’re up.” Mayfeld said. Then they watch Mando hacking the opening mechanism of the prison ship’s hatch.

“It’s me?” Mayfeld asked the others. “Always you.” Burg said and Mayfeld drops down into the halls of the prison ship, evading some droids. Next is Xi'an. “Zero. Get us to the control room.” Mayfeld said as Burg drops down.

In the cockpit, Zero searches the prison system. “Sub-level three. Disabling on-board surveillance.” Zero said as (y/n) looks over at the closed safe room. The two hunters share a look before Mando gestures for her to go ahead. She drops down then steps aside for Mando as he drops down too.

“All right, we’re on the clock. Second we engage those droids they’re gonna be all over us.” Mayfeld said to the group. “We know the drill.” (y/n) tells Mayfeld. “Bio trackers activated. I’ve got eyes.” Zero informs them. “All right, let’s go.” Mayfeld said and they move through the corridors, looking into the prison cells.

“I don’t like this.” Mando said. “You always were paranoid.” Xi'an remarks and (y/n) rolls her eyes. “Is that true, Mando? Are you always paranoid?” Mayfeld asked, mockingly. “It’s more precautions than paranoid.” (Y/n) said and just then Mayfeld gets startled by a prisoner, who slammed himself against his cell door. This made Xi'an and Burg laugh.

“Approaching control room. Make a left at the next juncture.” Zero informs the crew and they do as he said when a MSE-6 series repair droid rounds the corner. This put everyone on edge, well except for Burg. “What? It’s just a little mousey.” Burg tells them then he draws his blaster behind his back and approaches the droid.

“Come here, little mousey.” he said. “Burg…” Mayfeld whispered to him. “Mousey, come here. Come here.” Burg said as he kneels down to encourage the little droid over. “Burg!” Mayfeld yells and the droid starts to flee. Burg pulls out his blaster and shoots the droid.

“No! Burg! What’re you doing?” Mayfled exclaimed, angrily. “What?!” Burg asked when security droids round the corner. “Intruder alert. Open fire.” one of them said and they start to fire at the crew as they duck in cover and started to fire back.

“We’re too exposed here!” Xi'an shouts. “They get a signal out it’s not gonna matter!” Mayfeld said as he and the others fire at the droids. “Mando, let’s go! You’re supposed to be some special–” Mayfeld said as he turns behind him to see that Mando and (y/n) were gone. “I knew it! I knew it!” he shouts but then he looks over to the droids and sees Mando and (y/n) behind the droids.

The hunters run at the droids and Mando drops down, slides across the floor and sliced at a Droid’s leg while (y/n) kicks the other droid back. The droid stumbles back then she shoots it in the chest as Mando shoots the droid he attacked first.

The third droid comes up, grabs (y/n) and slams her up against a cell door. It goes to punch her but she ducks as it hits the door and Mando uses his grappling hook on a fourth droid and yanks it forward, making it hit a fifth droid that was standing in front of it. 

The rest of the crew watch in shock as (y/n) rips a piece out of the droid holding her and used it to hit the droid across the face. The droid was stunned for a moment but that was enough for (y/n) to kick the droid back and shoot it in the chest while Mando knocked the head of one of the droids off and shot the other one in the head.

Two more droids come in and started to fire at them and Mando uses his flame thrower wristlet while (y/n) shot at the other droid. The two hunters take a breath as the others stare at them in shock then Mayfeld walks towards them. “Make sure you clean up your mess.” he said, sarcastically, as he and Xi'an walk past them, Burg shoulder past Mando as they carry on.

“It seems your presence has been detected. Redirecting security alert away from your position.” Zero informed Mayfeld as they make it to a door. “Zee, open the door!” Mayfeld shouts. “But I’m detecting an organic signature.” Zero tells him and (y/n)’s furrows her eyebrow. Organic signature? she thought as Mayfeld said. “Ya okay all right. Just open the door!”

The door opens to the control room and one human guard inside. “Stop! Just…stop…right there! You put down the blasters right now.” the guard yells as he brandishes his blaster at them.

“Nice shoes.” Mayfeld said.

“Put down your blasters.” The guard orders.

“Matches his belt.” Mayfeld said, making Burg laugh.

“There were only supposed to be droids on this ship.” Mando said. “Hang on, hang on. See here uh…cell two-two-one. All right, now for our well dressed friend…” Mayfeld tries to explain but the guard pulls out a tracking beacon. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa hey hey easy easy, egghead. Put that down. Put that down. Come on.” Mayfeld said, quickly, to the guard.

“Easy.” (Y/n) said to the guard, calmly. “Put it down. NOW!” Mayfeld said and he draws his weapon on the guard. “Easy! Nobody has to get hurt here, just calm down.” Mando tells him.

“What is that thing?” Burg asked as he nods at the beacon. “It’s a tracking beacon.” (y/n) replied. “He presses that thing and we’re all done. A New Republic attack team will hone in on that signal and blow us all to hell. Put it down!” Mayfeld yells. “Are you serious?” Xi'an asked. “Yes, I’m serious.” said Mayfeld.

“You didn’t think we needed to know that tiny little detail?” Xi'an asked, annoyed. “I didn’t think we’d get to this point!” Mayfeld shouts. “Yet here we are.” Xi'an grumbles. “Are you questioning my managerial style, Xi'an?!” Mayfeld asked her, angrily. "No, sir.“ She replied, saluting in a mocking manner.

Mando then addresses the frightened guard. "Hey, listen to me.” he said and the guard, quickly, turns to him. “Hey hey hey, listen to me, okay. Look.” Mando said and he holsters his blaster as does (y/n). Then Mando turns to Mayfeld. “Hey, put it down.” He tells him 

“Are you crazy?” Mayfeld asked. “Put it down.” Mando ordered then he turns back to the guard. “What’s your name?” He asked the guard. “It…’s…Davan.” the guard replied. “Davan. We’re not here for you. We’re here for a prisoner. If you let us go about our job you can walk away with your life.” Mando said and Mayfeld gives him a look of disbelief. “No he won’t.” he said and he targets Davan again.

(y/n) draws her blaster on Mayfeld and Mayfeld trains his second blaster on her, which made Mando train his blaster on Mayfeld. “You realize what you’re gonna bring down on us.” Mando tells him. “You think I care about that?” Mayfeld asked.

“We’re not killing anybody, you understand?” (Y/n) said, firmly. “You two better get those blasters out of my face.” Mayfeld said. “Can’t do that.” Mando said, firmly. “Get those blasters outta my face, you two!” Mayfeld yells as his third blaster on a droid arm engages to target Mando and (y/n) as Burg draws his weapon on Mando. Mando aims his vambrace weapon at Burg. “Don’t.” Mando growls.

Suddenly, Davan is cut down by Xi'an’s throwing knife. “Would the three of you just shut up.” she said, exasperated. “Crazy Twi’. I had it under control.” Mayfeld said to her as everyone lowers their weapons. “Yeah…Looked like it.” Xi'ansaid, sarcastically, then they noticed the beacon was blinking and beeping. “Was that thing blinking before? Was it?” Mayfeld asked, worried.

“Zero to Mayfeld. Zero to Mayfeld.” Zero calls out. “What?” Mayfeld asked through their communicators. “I detected a New Republic distress signal homing in on your location. You have approximately 20 minutes." Zero informs and Mayfeld sighs, heavily. "We only need five.” Xi'an said, shrugging. “Let’s go, let’s go, move, move, move, move!” Mayfeld shouts and they leave the control room.

In the corridors, Burg grabs and smashes a security droid then throws it at another one, taking both down. At cell 221, Mayfeld plugs into the door mechanism. “Zee, open it up.” Mayfeld orders the droid. “You have 15 minutes remaining.” Zero informs. “Open it up!” Mayfeld yells.

The cell door opens and reveals a male Twi'lek. “Qin…” Mando mutters in realization while (y/n) looks over at him, confused. “Funny. The man who left me behind is now my savior.” Qin said in a low voice as he walks out. “Mando.” He spat.

Suddenly, Burg punches (y/n) in the face then Mando in the gut, catching both of them off guard, and throws the two into the cell, which is locked before the two hunters could get up. Mando fires his blaster but the charge ricochets around the cell, and Mando goes to cover (y/n) so that she wouldn’t get hit.

“Brother!” Xi'an exclaims as she embraces her brother. “Sister!” Qin said as he returns the embrace. “Attack’s on the way. He’s already dead meat! Let’s go!” Mayfeld said, quickly. “Come on, it’s better this way.” Qin said and Xi'an turns to the cell. “You deserve this!” she sneers at Mando. “Let’s go!” Mayfeld shouts and they run.

In the cockpit, Zero begins to inspect the garbled hologram message from Greef Karga. “I received your transmission. Upon your return deliver the quarry directly to the client.” the message said as Zero watches this. “Interesting.” he mutters.

“Zero, we got Qin.” Mayfeld said through the comm. “I found some information on the Mandalorian and his friend from the Bounty Hunters’ Guild.” Zero said. “Yeah yeah, do whatever. Just get us off this ship.” Mayfeld said, quickly. “You have 10 minutes remaining.” Zero said and the crew ran as fast as they could.

“Some friends you got there.” (Y/n) remarks, sarcastically, as Mando looks out the little window. “Wouldn’t really call them my friends.” He said. “And look where that got us.” (Y/n) grumbles as Mando looks through the window and thinks of a plan to get out.

Seconds later, a security droid walks by and he grapples it and reels him in against the cell door. He manages to disable and uses its arm to unlock the cell. 

In the cockpit of the Razer Crest, Zero sees Mando’s and (y/n)’s bio trackers moving into the control room. “Zero to Mayfeld.” Zero said as the crew ran but Mayfeld raises a hand to stop the others. “Wait wait wait wait wait.” he said as Zero said. “Zero to Mayfeld.”

“Yeah.” Mayfeld answered his call. “You have a potential problem. They have escaped.” Zero informs and Xi'an cries out in frustration. “I told you we should have ended them!” Xi'an yells. “I know, I know, I know!” Mayfeld said, exasperated. “This is your fault!” Xi'an growls and before they could continue to argue the lights go out.

Then the red emergency lights come on and the security doors around them lock down, except one. “Go go go go go go go!” Burg yells and they start running. But one of the security doors locks down and seperated the team into Qin and Mayfeld on one side and Xi'an and Burg on the other.

“Zero to Mayfeld. Mayfeld, do you copy? It seems comms are no longer functioning therefore you cannot hear me. You are on your own.” Zero said as he looks at the scrambled screen. Then he heard a noise behind him and he turns to see the Child entering the cockpit. “Curious.” Zero said 

“It’s all right! You and the Devaronian, split up. Find Mando and his little friend and kill them! Then find a way back to the ship!” Qin shouts through the door then Xi'an turns to her comms. “Zero! We need a path.” she orders but was greeted with crackling noise. “ZERO!” She shouts before letting out a frustrated scream.

Back in the cockpit, Zero turns to grab his rifle but when he turns back around, the Child is gone.

“Do you have a name?” Qin asked as he and Mayfeld walk down the hallway. “Mayfeld.” he replied and Qin laughs. “Well, Mr. Mayfeld, you’re gonna get me the hell off this ship.” he said and Mayfeld turns to him.

“Hey, wait. What about your sister?” Mayfeld asked. “What about her?” Qin asked and he grabs one of Mayfeld’s blasters and leaves. “Nice family.” Mayfeld mutters as he follows Qin.

Meanwhile, Burg and Xi'an split up while Mando and (y/n) were in the control room and Mando grabs the tracking beacon. Mayfeldand Qin then come across the droids that Mando and (y/n) had destroyed earlier. “Mando always did hate droids.” Qin remarks while Mayfeld turns to his communicator. “Zee…Zee…” he calls but no answer.

“Hey, hey. Whatever Ran promised, I’ll see to it you get triple share. Just get him.” Qin tells Mayfeld. Mayfeld considers it for a moment before he speaks. “Better be good for it.” he said and the two split up.

“Where are you, little mouse?” Burg growled as he enters the control room, the security door locking behind him. Suddenly, a cable wraps around his neck and he looks up to see Mando standing above him. Burg pulls him down from his hiding place and proceeds to punch him and throw him around the room.

“Let’s see your face, Mandalorian.” Burg said and attempts to pull the helmet off but Mando throws him then he locks down the security door on Burg. Mando sighs a bit but then Burg holds up the door with his strength and he starts to laugh. But Mando pushes a button and a second security door shuts on Burg.

“Zero…where are they?” Xi'an asked, frustrated, but Zero didn’t reply as he was busy looking for the Child, who was hiding. She growls under her breath then she begins to look around but (y/n) appears behind her.

Sensing this, Xi'an turns around and throws a knife at (y/n), who ducks and successfully avoids the knives. Then Xi'an begins to cackle. “Oh, this is gonna be fun!” She cackles and she starts to run towards (y/n). 

She starts to punch (y/n) but (y/n) holds up her arms, blocking her. The two started to throw punches and kicks at each other for a moment to where it was almost a draw. Then (y/n) spins around and kicks Xi'an, who stumbles back then she stands up and laughs again.

“Nice moves, you sure you’re not just some toy he can throw away?” Xi'an asked, smiling, and (y/n) glares at her. “Do you ever shut up?” She asked Xi'an, who runs at her then throws another knife at her. Surprisingly, (y/n) catches the knife by the handle and punches Xi'an across the face then places the knife to her throat.

Xi'an begins to chuckle. “Oh you are good. But…I’ll tell ya. He’ll get tired of you. And he’ll toss you aside, just like he did with me. And then you’ll be all alone.” She said then (y/n) punches her across the face, knocking her out. “Shut the hell up.” (Y/n) grumbles.

Mayfeld took out a few security droids then he walks up to a door, which opens suddenly. A maintenance droid runs past him, startling him. “What the f–” Mayfeld mutters as the lights flash. He looks around him but doesn’t see anybody but then he turns around and sees Mando behind him. “NO!” he shouts as Mando grabs him.

Meanwhile, Qin arrives at the ladder leading up to the ship until Mando shouts. “Qin!” The Twi'lek turns to see Mando and (y/n) standing at the end of the hall. “You killed the others.” Qin said to him. “They got what they deserved.” Mando said and he and (y/n) aim their blasters at Qin, who aims his blaster at them.

“You kill me, you don’t get your money. Whatever Ran promised, I make sure you get it, and more. Come on, Mando. Be reasonable, huh?” Qin said and he throws his weapon down. “You and your little friend were hired to do a job, right? So do it. Isn’t that your code? Aren’t you a man of honor?” He asked and (y/n) glances at Mando. “You’re call.” She said to him.

Back in the ship, Zero kept looking for the Child until he heard a sound of a door opening and shutting. He turns then goes to the door of the safe room and opens it, revealing the Child. The little creature raises his hand as Zero raises his rifle.

Suddenly, a blaster sounds out and Zero sparks out and falls over. The Child jumped in shock at this then looks down at his hand, thinking he caused it, but looked back up to see Mando and (y/n) standing there.

Later, the Razer Crest undocks from the prison ship and enters into hyperspacethen drops out to approachRan'sspace statio. The ship lands in the hangar and the opening ramp reveals Mando, (y/n) and Qin.

Ran smiles then he and Qin embrace. “Where are the others?” Ran asked as he looks around for the others. “No questions asked. That’s the policy, right?” Mando said. “Yeah. That is the policy.” Ran said, smirking. “We did the job.” (y/n) said and Ran looks over at her and Mando then nods.

“Yeah you did.” He said and he tosses a coin purse to her. “Just like the good old days.” Mando said. “Yeah, just like the good old days.” Ran said and the two hunters reenter the ship and the Razer Crest takes off.

Then Ran presses the comms button. “Kill them.” he orders then he and Qin laugh as a gunship rises to the flight deck. But then Qin notices a beeping sound and discovers a tracker on him. “What’s this?” Qin asked as Ran takes the tracker and looks at it, his eyes widen in realizatio. “Those bastards.” Ran growls and they look out to see three Rebel fighters drop out of hyperspace.

“Yeah I got a clear signal on the tracking beacon.” One pilot, Trapper, said to his colleagues. “Copy that.” Jib Dodger said and Ran gives the tracker back to Qin and runs off. “Are those X-wings?” Qin asked.

“Yep, that’s definitely a tracking beacon.” Trapper said. “Looks like they’re launching a gunship.” Jib said. “Copy. Going in.” said Sash and they open fire as Razer Crest flies past them then jumps into hyperspace.

“I told you that was a bad idea.” Mando said to (y/n) as she unscrews the knob from the lever. “Oh you said that? Cause I thought I said that.” She said, sarcasm dripping in her voice, as she gives the knob to the Child so he could play with it.

“You’re not gonna live this down, are you?” Mando asked her. “Nope.” She said and a smile slowly forms on her lips. She couldn’t tell but Mando was smiling too and his heart beat as she smiles. He chuckles a bit then continues to steer the ship as (y/n) plays with the kid.

Meanwhile, back on the prison ship, Xi'an, Mayfeld and Burg were all sealed up in a cell, all of them clearly angry and frustrated.

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The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Female!Reader)

Chapter 4: Sanctuary

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The Razer Crest flies through space, Mando sitting in the driver’s seat and (y/n) in the passenger seat, when the Child starts to push buttons. “Stop touching things.” Mando said to him, firmly. (Y/n) looks down at the little one and shakes her head at him. The Child looks at the two, innocently, and provocatively moves to push another button, which causes the ship to jerk and shake.

(Y/n) grabs the kid and pushes the buttons and the ship goes back to normal. She places the Child on her lap as Mando shakes his head then goes to look back at the dashboard.

“Let’s see…” he said and he pulls up a hologram of a planet on the dashboard. “Sorgan. Looks like there is no star port, no industrial centers, no population density. A real backwater skug hole.” Mando said then he turns to (y/n) and the Child. “Which means it’s perfect for us.” He said then he looks at the Child.

“Ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple of months, you little womp rat?” he asked and the Child just looks up at him with his big eyes and tilts his head a bit. “You think we’ll be safe here?” (Y/n) asked, nodding towards the Sorgan hologram. “Nobody’s gonna find us here.” Mando assures and he steers the ship towards the planet.

Finally, Mando lands the Razer Crest in a wooded area then he powers it down. Then he turns to the Child and (y/n). “Now, I’m gonna go out there and I’m gonna look around. It shouldn’t take too long. I want you to stay here with him.” Mando said to her and she nods. “I’ll find us some lodging, then I’ll come back for you.” Mando said then he begins to walk off.

(Y/n) stands up and places the Child on the chair then moves over to the driver’s seat. “You stay right here. You stay. Don’t move. You understand?” She tells the Child, firmly. The Child looks up, blinks and tilts his head at her. “Great.” She said and she turned her head away for one second.

She looks back over to the seat, only to see that the Child was gone. “What the hell?” She said and she gets up and runs out of the cockpit. 

Mando goes over to the back door and opens the ramp. Once it was opened, he looked down to see the Child standing right next to him. “Haar'chak.” (y/n) growls as she comes up to Mando, who sighs. “I’m sorry. I just turned my head away for one second and he was gone.” (Y/n) said and Mando looks down for a moment then sighs again.

“Oh, what the hell…Come on.” He said and the two hunters leave the ship, the Child following them through the woods.

Eventually, they enter a common house where people were looking and pointing at them as the Child looks around. One woman, who looked like a warrior type, seemed particularly interested in their arrival. Then a tooka-cat lets out a little roar, which startled the Child.

(Y/n) looks down at him as he looks up at her with a startled and scared look. “Don’t worry. You’re alright.” She said as they go sit at a table.

“Welcome travellers. Can I interest you in anything?” the proprietor asked after she comes up to their table. “Bone broth, for the little one.” Mando said. “Oh, well, you’re in luck. I just took down a grinjer, so there’s plenty. Can I interest you and the lady in a porringer of broth as well?” The proprietor asked. The two hunters shake their head as Mando said. “Just the one.”

“Very well–” the proprietor said but then (y/n) speaks up. “That one over there, when did she arrive?” she asked as she nods towards the warrior woman. The proprietor looks over before she speaks. “Uh…I’ve seen her here for the last week or so.” she replied.

“What’s her business here?” Mando asked her. “Business? Oh well…there’s not much business in Sorgan so I can’t say…” the proprietor said before Mando tosses some coin on the table. She looks down at it and starts to take the coin. “She doesn’t strike me as a log runner…well…thank you, sir. I will get that broth to you as soon as possible, and I will throw in a flagon of spotchka, just for good measure. I’ll be right back with that.” She said and she leaves just as Mando and (y/n) noticed that the warrior woman was gone.

Mando gets up and moves to leave. “Stay with the kid.” He tells (y/n) and leaves. He exists the common house and starts to look around with his HUD, which showed him recent footprints leading between the huts but suddenly ends.

The warrior woman jumps him and the two fight hard and heavy as they punch, kick and throw each other. Then (y/n) runs up and jumps on the warrior woman’s back, wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck. The woman grabbed her arms and ran back a bit and slammed (y/n) up against the wall.

Mando grabbed the warrior woman and they began to fight then (y/n) joins in the fight. Finally, the fight ends with the three pointing a blaster, Mando and (y/n) pointing their blaster at her and the woman aiming her blaster at them, but then they hear a slurping sound. The three adults turn their heads and see the Child watching them, sipping his broth.

Mando and (y/n) look at the warrior woman, who looks at them. “You want some soup?” Mando asked the warrior.

Later, Mando, the Child, (y/n) and the woman, Cara Dune as she introduced herself, all sit at a table. “Saw most of my action mopping up after Endor, mostly ex-Imperial warlords. They wanted it fast and quiet. They’d send us in on the drop ships. No support, just us. Then when the Imps were gone, the politics started. We were peacekeepers, protecting delegates, suppressing riots. Not what I signed up for.” Cara tells them.

“How’d you end up here?” (Y/n) asked, curiously.  Let’s just call it an early retirement.“ Cara said before she sips her soup. "Look, I knew you were Guild. I figured you two had a fob on me. That’s why I came at you two so hard.” Cara said. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.” Mando said and Cara smirks.

“Well, this has been a real treat.” She said as she gets up. “But unless you wanna go another round, one of us is gonna have to move on, and I was here first.” She said then she finishes her soup, sets the cup down and walks away.

“Well, looks like this planet’s taken.” (Y/n) said as she turns to Mando and the Child. “Seems like it.” Mando sighs.

That night, Mando and (y/n) were doing some repairs on the Razer Crest when two men, riding on a cargo sled, approach them. “Excuse me.” one of them, Stoke, said and the two hunters look over at them. “There something we can help you with?” Mando asked, dismissively, as he and (y/n) keep working.

“Uh…yeah… Raiders.” the second man, Caben, said. “We have money.” Stoke added. “So you think we're some kind of mercenary?” Mando asked them. “You two are a Mandalorian, right?” Stoke said then Caben added, quickly, as he gestures to their armor. “Or at least wearing Mandalorian armor…That is Mandalorian armor, right?" 

”It is.“ Mando replied. "I’m a former Mandalorian.” (Y/n) said then Caben turns his friend with a smile. "See?! I told him. Sir and ma'am, I’ve read a lot about your people…er…tri– tribe… If half of what I read is true–“ Caben said then Stoke shouts. "We have money." 

Mando and (y/n) turns to them. "How much?” (y/n) asked. “It’s everything we have, ma'am. Our whole harvest was stolen.” Caben said. “Krill…We’re…krill farmers.” Stoke informed. “We brew spotchka. Our whole village chipped in.” said Caben as Stoke holds up a coin purse.

“It’s not enough.” Mando said as (y/n) looks between the two men with sympathy. Mando starts to walk away and the men take a few steps closer. “Are you sure? You don’t even know what the job is.” Caben said as (y/n) follows Mando. “I know it’s not enough. Good luck.” he said. “This is everything we have. We’ll give you more after the next harvest.” Stoke said and (y/n) turns to Mando.

“What if I go and check it out?” She asked and Mando turns to her. “No. I’m not letting you risk it on your own. That money is not enough. Trust me.” Mando said to her, firmly. She huffs at this as Mando opens the hatch, making the two men stumble back. Then they start to move away, disappointed, as Mando and (y/n) walk up the ramp.

“Come on. Let’s head back.” Caben said to his friend. “Took us the whole day to get here. Now we have to ride back with no protection to the middle of nowhere.” Stoke said then Mando and (y/n) halt and turn.

“Where do you live?” Mando asked and the men turn back around. “At a farm.” Stoke said, dejectedly. “Weren’t you listening? We’re farmers.” He said and (y/n) takes a step forward. “In the middle of nowhere.” She said, questioning. “Yes.” Stoke replied, confused 

“You have lodging?” Mando asked. “Yeah. Absolutely.” Caben said, hopeful. “Good. Come up and help.” Mando said and the men follow the two hunters into the ship and together, they load cargo onto the sled. “I’m gonna need one more thing. Give me those credits.” Mando said to the two men.

Later, Cara was sitting by a campfire when a coin purse drops beside her. She draws her gun, looking up, only to see Mando and (y/n) standing there. “Ready for round two?” Mando asked and she looks at the coin purse then smiles.

Moments later, Mando, Cara, (y/n), the Child and the two farmers were on the cargo sled, riding through the woods. “So we’re basically running off a band of raiders for lunch money?” Cara asked. “They’re quartering us in the middle of nowhere. Last I checked that’s a pretty square deal for somebody in your position. Worst case scenario, you tune up your blaster. Best case, we’re a deterrent. I can’t imagine there’s anything living in these trees that an ex-shock trooper couldn’t handle.” Mando tells her then he leans back, as does the Child and (y/n), watching the stars through the treetops overhead.

The next morning, Cara, Mando, (y/n) and the Child were all asleep until the sled comes to a stop. They wake up and look over to see a farming village, children ran towards them. “They’re here! Come on!” one of the kids shout and they come up to the sled and see the Child.

“Well, looks like they are happy to see us.” (Y/n) pointed put and she heard Mando let out a soft laugh as Cara smiles and said. “Looks like.”

The village children gathered around the Child as Cara, Mando and (y/n) unload the cargo. Mando and (y/n) arrive at this hut as one woman, Omera, pulls up the blinds. She turns and looks at them, whether with hesitation or apprehension it wasn’t clear.

“Please come in.” She greets and Mando and (y/n) walk in with some cargo in hand. "I hope this is comfortable for you two. Sorry that all we have is the barn.“ She said. "This will do fine.” Mando assured her. “I stacked some blankets over here.” Omera said as she gestures towards the blankets. “Thank you. That’s…very kind.” (y/n) said when a young girl appears at the doorway.

The two hunters round on her and she starts back to hide outside the doorframe. Omera goes to pull her into sight again, holding her tight to her side. “This is my daughter Winta. We don’t get a lot of visitors around here. She’s not used to strangers.” she said then she turns to her daughter.

“This nice man and lady are going to help protect us from the bad ones.” Omera tells her and the young girl looks up at them. “Thank you.” she said in a small voice. Mando just nods, near imperceptibly, as (y/n) gives a reassuring smile. “Come on, Winta. Let’s give our guests some room.” Omera said as she takes Winta’s hand and leaves.

A couple of days later, the Child was in a crib while Mando was checking his rifle and (y/n) was checking her blaster. “Knock, knock.” a voice said and they look over to see Omera, holding a tray of food, and Winta, who was also holding a tray of food.

“Come in.” Mando said and they enter and set the trays of food down. “Can I feed him?” Winta asked as she gestures towards the Child. “Sure.” (Y/n) said as Mando turns around. Winta goes and kneels by the crib, holding up food.

“Are you hungry?” She asked the Child as she hands him the food. He takes it and eats it which made the little girl giggle. “Can I play with him?” She asked. “Sure.” Mando sighs while (y/n) chuckles to herself.

Winta takes the Child out of the crib and sets him on the floor. “Come on!” she said to the Child as they leave the barn. Mando starts to rush after them, worried. “I don’t think–” he started to say but Omera holds him back. “They’ll be fine.” she said. “I don’t–” Mando said but (y/n) speaks up. “Mando, Udesii.” she said and Mando looks over at her then backs off.

“I brought you two some food.” She said then she looks over at Mando. “I noticed you didn’t eat out there. I’ll leave it here for when I go.” She said. “That’s very thoughtful of you.” Mando said then he turns away as (y/n) looks out the window, watching the kids playing with the Child. 

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” Omera asked Mando. “Go ahead.” he said. “How long has it been since you’ve taken that off?” she asked him, gesturing to his helmet. “Yesterday.” he replied. “I mean in front of someone else.” She said. Mando turns around then looks and points out the window, towards the kids.

“I wasn’t much older than they are.” He replied. “You haven’t shown your face to anyone since you were a kid?” Omera asked. “No. I was…happy that they took me in. My parents were killed, and the Mandalorians took care of me.” Mando said then Omera turns to (y/n). 

“What about you? You wear similar armor as him but…you don’t have a helmet.” She said and (y/n) turns to her. “I’m a…former…Mandalorian. My helmet was removed during a fight, which is not allowed.” (Y/n) said and Omera gives her a sympathetic look. “Oh. I’m sorry.” she said. “This is the way.” Mando said and (y/n) looks over at him and nods.

“Let us know if there’s anything you need.” Omera said to them. “Thank you.” Mando said and Omera leaves. (Y/n) watches her leave before she looks over at Mando. “I think she likes you.” She said, teasingly. He turns his head and tilts it as if she had grew a second head.

She shrugs and smiles, innocently, at him then looks back out towards the window, seeing the children playing with the Child. “You know, I miss that.” She said. “What?” Mando asked her. She nods towards the kids and said. “Innocence. Being a kid.”

Mando grabs his plate and cup and sets them on the window sill, standing next to her. “Do you ever think about…you know…before that day? Like our lives beforehand?” (Y/n) asked him as her hands go up to her necklace and she starts to fiddle with the crystal. “Sometimes.” Mando replied, knowing what she was talking about.

“Why?” He asked her. “It’s been on my mind lately. Especially now with seeing these kids play.” She said, nodding out the window. Mando looks out the window at the kids then back at (y/n), who was looking down. “Sometimes, I just miss those days where I didn’t have a care in the world and not worry about getting hunted down by bounty hunters and the remnants of the Empire.” She said with a small chuckle.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be safe here.” Mando assures her before he reaches over and places a hand over hers. She looks up at him, shocked, but she starts to smile, warmly, at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up. I guess this place just reminds me of home.” She said then she stands up, slowly removes her hand from underneath his and goes over to grab her plate of food and drink.

“I’ll just be out here. Don’t worry, I won’t look in, Din.” She said as she walks out of the barn. Mando watches her leave then turns back to his plate and sighs. Then he takes off his helmet, sets it aside and begins to eat the food.

“About 15 or 20 of them came through here on foot.” Mando informed Cara and (y/n) as they patrolled the forest. He looks through his HUD, which revealed footprints and alot of recent damage higher up in the trees. “And something big sheared off those branches.” he said as they move on.

Then they crouch down and see a gigantic footprint. “AT-ST.” Cara said, shocked. “Imperial Walker. What’s it doing here?” (y/n) asked, confused. “I don’t know. But this is more than I signed up for.” Cara said and they share a glance.

Back at the village, Mando, Cara and (y/n) stand on the porch of the barn, addressing the villagers. “Bad news. Y'can’t live here anymore.” Mando said. “What?” Stoke said. “Why?” Caben asked then Cara leans towards Mando. “Nice bedside manner…” she whispers.

“You think you can do better?” Mando asked and (y/n) chuckles. “Can’t do much worse.” (y/n) said and Cara nods. “Agreed.” She said then she turns to the villagers. "I know this is not the news you wanted to hear but there are no other options.“ She tells them.

"You took the job!” Stoke yelled.

“Yeah!” Caben shouted.

“That was before we knew about the AT-ST.” (Y/n) informs them. “What is that?” Stoke asked. “The armored walker with two enormous guns that you knew about and didn’t tell us.” Cara yells then the villagers started to shout over each other.

“Help us!”

“Please!!”

“You’re supposed to help us!”

“But we hired you!”

“Please!”

“We have nowhere to go.” Omera said. “Sure you do. This is a big planet. I mean, I’ve seen a lot smaller.” Cara said. “My grandparents seeded these pods.” Caben exclaims. “It took generations.” Stoke said. “I understand. I do. But there are only three of us.” Cara said.

“No there’s not! There’s at least twenty here!” Stoke shouts as Caben nods in agreement. “I mean fighters. Be realistic.” Cara said. “We can learn!” said Caben. “We can!” Stoke shouts.

“Give us a chance!”

“Please!”

“I’ve seen that thing take out entire companies of soldiers in a matter of minutes.” Cara tells them. “We’re not leaving.” Omera said, firmly. “You cannot fight that thing.” Cara said then Mando looks over at her. “Unless we show them how.” Mando said and Cara and (y/n) look at him like he is insane as the villagers shouts.

“Show us!”

“Yeah, we can do this!”

“You got two problems here. You got the bandits, and you got the mech.” Mando tells the villagers after they gathered around him, Cara and (y/n). “We’ll handle the AT-ST, but you gotta protect us when they come outta the woods. And I don’t have to tell you how dangerous they are. Cara Dune here was a veteran. She was a drop soldier for the Rebellion, and she’s gonna lay out a plan for you. So listen. Carefully.” Mando said and he steps aside as Cara begins to speak.

“Now, there’s nothing on this planet that can damage the legs on this thing. So we’re gonna build a trap. We’re gonna need to dig real deep right here.” She said as she points to the edge of the outermost krill pool. “So that when it steps in, it drops. The three of us will hit their camp, provoke them. That’ll bring the fight out of the woods and down here to us.” She said.

“I’m gonna need you to cut down trees and build barricades along these edges. I need it high enough so that they can’t get over, and strong enough so that it can’t break through.” (Y/n) said to the villagers as they give worried looks.. “Okay. Who knows how to shoot?” She asked and, reluctantly, Omera raises her hand.

Later, Mando and (y/n) unpack their arsenal then them and Cara hand out the weapons. Then they split the villagers into two different groups, Cara worked with one half of the villagers and trained them on melee. Mando and (y/n) trained the other half on shooting practice.

“Fire!” (Y/n) shouts and the villagers shoot haphazardly, missing more than they’re hitting–except for Omera, who shoots true and steady. Mando nods while (y/n) gives her a look of impressed.

Later, the villagers began digging up the bank of the krill pool and some started cutting up wood, making barricades, while Mando, Cara and (y/n) discuss strategies.

“The sun is about to set and we’ll be leaving soon. When we return, we’re coming in hot.” Mando said to Omera as her, him and (y/n) walk out of the hut sometime later. “We’ll be ready.” Omera said and Cara walks up and nods at them. Then Mando and (y/n) walk away.

That night, Mando, Cara and (y/n) run though the forest until they come upon the bandit camp, where three Klatooinians were sitting by a campfire. The three of them take the Klatooinians from behind and snuck up to one of the tents. They draw their blasters and enter the tent to find no enemies, just several large vats of glowing blue liquid.

Mando sets a charge on the main tent post when Cara makes aware of incoming enemies. A few Klatooinians come in and the trio fight them by punching or kicking them. After they were taken down, a few more flooded the tent. They fight them off until more enemies come in shooting.

Mando and (y/n) soften up a wall with shots from their blasters and the three of them escape just before the charge blows the tent up. "I hope the plan worked.“ Cara said when a red light comes on. They turn and see the AT-ST rising up from the forest. "Go!” Mando shouts and they turn to run. “GO!!!” He shouts as they run and avoid being shot at by the AT-ST.

They run out of the forest and towards the defenses of the village, they slide into cover. “This is it! Once that thing steps in the pond it’s going down!” (y/n) said and Cara turns to the villagers. “Weapons ready!” she shouts and they get their weapons aimed just as they watch the AT-ST coming closer, breaking through the tree line. “Just a few more steps.” Mando whispers.

Suddenly, the AT-ST hesitates to step in the water and stops on the bank instead. “It stopped.” Cara said, confuse, just as the AT-ST stands at the outer perimeter of the village, waiting. Everyone watches it with baited breath until the AT-ST turns on a blinding light. “Get down! Get down!” Mando whispered, forcefully, as the light sweeps the defenses then opens fire on the huts.

“Hold your positions!” Cara yells at the villagers. The Klatooinians break out of the forest and flood through the AT-ST’s legs towards the village. “OPEN FIRE!!!” Cara shouts and they open fire.

“We gotta get that thing to step forward.” (Y/n) shouts as her and Mando fire at some Klatooinians. “I’m thinking…” Cara said as they continue to fight. “New plan.” She said after thinking for a few moments. “What do you have in mind?” Mando asked her. “Gimme the pulse rifle.” she said and Mando hands over his rifle.

“We’ll cover you.” (Y/n) tells her and she nods then storms out towards the AT-ST, jumping into cover in the pond before it. “Come on. You got this.” Mando mutters as Cara aims the rifle at the AT-ST.

“Come to mama.” she whispers and she shoots at it and it steps forward but stops short of the pond. Cara tries again but she needed to remain in cover. The AT-ST shoots at where it suspects Cara to hide but doesn’t step forward.

“Take the bait, you hunk of junk.” (y/n) mutters as Cara shoots into one of the cockpit windows, sending the AT-ST reeling to finally step forward into the pond where it goes down hard.

(Y/n) activates a charge and uses her jetpack to fly towards the fallen AT-ST, throwing it into the cockpit window. She flies over to Cara, grabs her hand and flies her back over to the village’s defenses just as the AT-ST blows up. The remaining Klatooinians flee and the villagers sigh with relief and celebrate their victory as (y/n) looks down at Cara as they continue to fly over to the village.

“Was that the plan?” (Y/n) asked Cara. “Something like that.” Cara laughs and (y/n) laughs with her. “Improvisation. I like it.” She said and Cara smiles just as they land on the ground.

Weeks later, the Child was chasing and catching a frog as the village children watch. Once he catches the frog, he proceeds to eat the frog which made the kids turn away in amused disgust. The Child spits out the frog and the kids laugh as the frog hops away.

Cara was sitting out front of the barn as Mando was leaning next to the door. (Y/n) was out somewhere in the village helping some of the villagers with some chores. Omera comes out and hands Cara a drink. “Thank you.” Cara said, appreciatively. Omera nods then turns to Mando.

“Can I get you something in the house?” She asked him. “Uh…thank you. Maybe later.” Mando said then Omera turns to watch the children. “He’s very happy here.” she points out as they watch the Child play with the kids. “He is.” Mando said. “Fits right in.” Omera said and she walks away.

“So, what happens if you take that thing off? They come after you and kill you?” Cara asked Mando, pointing at his helmet. “No. You just can’t ever put it back on again.” Mando replied. “Is that what happened to your friend?” Cara asked, nodding off to the side.

Mando looks over and sees (y/n) talking and laughing with some of the villagers as they continue to gather up some crops. “Yeah. Although, her helmet being removed was accidental. There was a fight with a bounty we were involved in with another Mandalorian. At one point, the bounty got on top of her and removed her helmet.” Mando said and Cara looks over at him, noting his tone of voice.

“You sound a bit upset about it.” She said and he just shrugs, not knowing what to say to that as it was true. “But why can’t you just slip off the helmet, settle down with her and raise your kid sitting here sipping spotchka?” She asked, incredulously. “You know, we raised some hell here a few weeks back. It’s too much action for a backwater town like this. Word travels fast. You might wanna cycle the charts and move on.” Mando replied.

“Wouldn’t wanna be the one who’s gotta tell him.” Cara said as she nods towards the Child. “I’m leaving him here. Travelling with me…that’s no life for a kid. I did my job, he’s safe. Better chance at a life.” Mando said. “It’s gonna break his little heart.” Cara said. “He’ll get over it. We all do.” Mando said then he sits there and thinks for a few moments before getting up and walk away.

As he walks up to (y/n), he heard one of the villagers telling a joke which made everyone laugh including (y/n). Mando felt his heart pound in his chest once he hears her laugh. He had noticed these last few weeks that she seemed happy here, almost like she belongs here. And that’s why he was gonna ask her to stay here with the Child.

He felt good of leaving the Child here but he’d feel better with her staying and watching over the kid. She is the person he could trust with his life.

“Excuse me. Can I have a word?” Mando asked as he approaches (y/n). “Of course.” she said and he leads her away from the others for privacy.

“It’s very nice here.” Mando said as they walk along the bank and look around. “Yes, it is.” (Y/n) said. “I think it’s clear he’s…he’s happy here.” Mando said and she turns to him. “And you seem happy here.” He added. 

“What about you?” She asked him, curiously. “Me?” he asked, confused. “Are you happy here? Y'know…We could stay here. The community is grateful for what we did. We can pack all this away in case there’s ever trouble. You, me and the kid could have a good life. He could be a child for a while.” She said and Mando looks into her eyes from under his helmet.

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” she asked him. “It would.” Mando replied, his voice breaking. She gives a sympathetic smile to him then placed her hand on his chest. Part of her wanted to see if she could reach out to his helmet to take it off but she knew how important the Creed was to him, so she didn’t push it.

He places his left hand over her hand, that was on his chest, and ran his thumb over her fingers. “I don’t belong here. But he does. And I would feel better if you were here watching over him.” He said to her, softly, and she nods. “I understand.” She said and she looks down. 

Mando felt his heart ache as she looks down in sadness. He felt like he should do something but he wasn’t for sure what. Suddenly, he raises his right hand and placed it on her cheek, making her look up at him. His heart started to thump harder in his chest as she looked at him with her (e/c) eyes.

He strokes his thumb across her cheek and he wanted to say something, something that he’s been wanting to say for awhile, but a little voice in his head was telling him no, you can’t do this…not to her. Not now.

Little did he know that (y/n) held similar feelings towards him, her heart felt like it was going all over the place when he placed his hand on her cheek. She had always held these feelings for him back before she became a Dar'manda. But once she was banished, she shoved those feelings for him away as she felt ashamed for what happened and figured he didn’t want her anyway.

Now that they were working together again, those feelings had started to resurface and reminded her why she had such a soft spot for him. And she had been trying to figure out a way to tell him but it always seemed to be bad timing by the time she wants to bring it up. Either he got busy or she was too scared to bring it up.

They stand there, staring in silence when Mando started to speak up. “(Y/n), I…” he started to say when a loud blaster noise rings out. The two jump into action at this and Mando turns to her. “Go get the kids.” he tells her. “On it.” She said and she runs off as he goes into the woods.

Once he gets there, he sees Cara standing over a body, the end of her blaster was still smoking which told him that it was her that fired the shot. With his foot, Mando turns the smoldering body over to reveal a beeping tracking fob. He kneels down and picks it up.

“Who is he tracking?” Cara asked. “The kid.” Mando replied, roughly. “They know he’s here.” Cara said. “Yes.” he said. “Then they’ll keep coming.” she said. “Yes.” he said and he destroys the fob by dropping it on the ground and stepping on it.

After telling (y/n) what happened, the two began packing up all of their stuff and extra supplies on the sled. (Y/n) sets the Child on the sled as the villagers surround it and Cara walks up to her and Mando.

“Are you sure you don’t want an escort?” She asked them. “We appreciate the offer. But we’re gonna bypass the town and head right to the Razor Crest.” Mando tells her. “Well then.” Cara said then she offers her hand. “Until our paths cross.” She said and Mando takes her hand. “Until our paths cross.” he said as they shake hands then (y/n) and Cara shake hands.

Winta runs forward and hugs the Child. “I’ll miss you so much.” she cries as Omera turns to Mando and (y/n). “Thank you.” She said, appreciatively, and the two hunters nod before they get into the sled and head out, back towards the Razer Crest.

@that-one-spn-girl@avatarkanemi

Rating: 18+, Explicit

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Word count: +7K

Warnings:Canon-typical violence.

A/N: Ho-boy, things have really gone off the rails! I hope you enjoy!

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Din crashes through the crowds, his armored shoulders sending people staggering left and right. He taps the sensor on his visor and hurriedly flips through his controls until he finds footsteps. Your footsteps.

The red circles and tiny pinprick of your high heels materialize like a beacon. Locked in, he stalks after the prints glowing faintly along the polished floor. They lead up a flight of stairs, down a long and straight corridor – threading through gaming tables and chairs.

The slip under a roped off area for a VIP section – Azucar’s.

Breathing heavily, Din shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his fist curling and uncurling. One bodyguard, sensing his foreboding presence, swivels his head and eyes the Mandalorian. A few more guards turn to glare, but one curls his lip into a sneer at Din –

“Fuck off. Your whore is with Azucar tonight. He will return her later…well worn.”

Din swells with sudden, explosive rage. Roaring fills his ears, red paints his vision, and fire burns his touch.

The next thirty seconds grind to a half-time speed.

Din slowly engages the Darksaber. The blade slides out on command, crackling and snapping with power. Din shudders as the familiar, dark smoke curls up his arm and snakes through his veins.

After a quick calculation, he cocks his arm back and releases, flinging the saber high in the air. It spins through space – turning end over end and eliciting a high-pitched shriek of energy. With each rotation, the tip of the blade slices through the enormous glow globes that illuminate the corridor. The saber flies back, landing solidly in Din’s outstretched hand.

The entire floor is thrust into darkness.

The severed electrical wires pop and fizz, raining down hissing embers. Distracted, the guards stare at the ruined lights, unaware of the terror about to be unleashed.

Din stalks towards them, the Darksaber snarling with energy. Like falling stars, sparks continue to pour from above. They shimmer and sprinkle over Din, sliding down his helmet and bouncing off his pauldrons. The beskar glimmers from the light, betraying only the terrifying outline of pure violence striding forth.

Din’s grip on reality begins to slip away as his fear and anger feed the saber.

No, no…this is too much.

His last sentient thought was that he shouldn’t do this – he shouldn’t wield the saber when such fury coursed through him like liquid flame.

It was too late. He could no longer feel the saber nestled in his palm. It melted and molded, becoming one with him. His entire body was taut and thrummed with darkness.

The guards move cautiously into defensive positions, unfamiliar with the strange weapon. Din winds his right arm back low and to the side and releases. This time, the saber spins flat on its side, rotating like the rings of a planet. The saber crackles as is churns through the startled guards, gliding in a wide arc before spinning back faithfully to its owner.

Din heaves and shakes with power, as he grips the saber tight and watches the men. He cocks his helmet…and waits.

Silently, the top half of the guard’s bodies slide off and collapse in a heap. Filling the air with the scent of burned flesh, the men’s toppled bodies lie on their sides, exposing deep red tissues and organs, seared with black smoke. The saber cut thirty men in half.

Time snaps back to full speed and all hell breaks loose.

Patrons, frozen in place watching the gruesome scene unfold, start screaming and stampeding. It was as if the entire club breathed in deep, and blew out fire. Humans and species alike start sprinting for the exits, blaster fire sprays out from every direction, and sparks ignite velvet curtains in a fiery blaze.

In seconds, Din has managed to cause complete and utter pandemonium.

Ignoring the screaming masses, Din sprints down the coordinator, leaping and jumping over the bodies. He’s racing towards the back exit where your steps disappear through.

He slams his body through the doorway and the high-altitude winds claw at him, whipping his thick black cape. The landing pad is empty, but your footprints are there, like red splotches of blood. Prints from several larger beings surround yours and disappear. He can tell they hurried you along before stuffing you into a speeder.

Din disengages the blade and lets it slide back into the hilt. He grits his teeth as the dark power slowly ebbs from his veins, leaving a metallic taste in his mouth. Shaking his head roughly, he tries to encourage the rest of it to drain out of him.

He punches his vambrance furiously and calls up your location. A little blue light appears, pulsating a steady beat. He zooms out and cocks his head, analyzing your location and locking it in. Azucar’s crew has taken you to his compound.

Fuck.

A few more terse jabs and his jet pack rumbles to life. He launches into the air moments later and disappears into the glittery night.

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Talon is leaning back against the cold, durasteel exterior of his rented airship. Talon never docks Wild Karrde planet-side – too many flight manifests are bought and sold with nefarious intentions. Legs crossed casually, he checks his chronometer again and sighs. He was in the middle of a most lovely evening at his favorite pleasure hall when Mando’s frantic message arrived, demanding to meet right away.

Soon after, Talon heard from his associates what the warrior’s own evening plans had entailed. Talon’s ears pick up the faint roar of engines and watches as Mando lands with practiced ease a few feet away.

Talon regards Din’s posture warily. The man appears electrified and ready to combust. He can almost smell the fear on him. So much so, that Talon’s ownhairs on the back of his neck rise. He arches an eyebrow at Mando and greets him without preamble —

“You’re in deep shit.”

Not a question, a statement. The words bounce around Din’s hollow chest where his heart should be.

“I…yes.” Din admitted. “You heard? Already?”

Talon snorts.

“You’re joking, right? The entire planet knows what you did, and soon, the galaxy. You showed up at the biggest, most exclusive night club, cut dozens of Azucar’s men in half with the fucking Darksaber, of all things, and burned the place to the ground. You put my dramatic entrances to pure shame, Mando.”

Din winces. He had no intention of bringing such attention to himself. None. His options were extremely limited and he loathes to admit the saber took control when he should have been.

They kidnapped you. He was not in his right mind.

He grimaces at the memory of that insidious power that curled up his arm and seeped into every pore of him when the saber came to life. Under his firm grip, it became one with him. He still feels the traces of that dark, sinister power and it makes him want to scald his skin with boiling water to be rid of it.

“I had no choice Karrde. They took my riduur.They fucking took her.”

Talon pales at the implication and the pieces of the puzzle fall in place. That is why Mando lashed out the way he did and nearly razed a building. Azucar took his woman. His wife.

Well, well, Talon muses with dark humor. We are just going to have to kill a lot of fucking people. He levies a serious gaze at Mando.

“I take it you need my help?”

“I’m calling in that favor.”

Talon huffs a laugh. He always knew that Mando would call in that favor one day, and he never doubted it would be a big ask. Rescuing you from the grips of galaxy’s slimiest, most feared drug dealer wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but fuckhe likes a challenge.

Talon was a skilled deal maker, and he knew exactly what he wanted out of this arrangement. He knew it as soon as he heard that a certain, shiny Mandalorian revealed he had possession of the saber for all the galaxy to see.

“I will help you. Under one condition.”

Din sighs in exasperation. Fucking smuggler, of course he’s going to wring something out of him over this. He grinds his teeth and seethes—

“I don’t have time for this bullshit…and you owe me Karrde.”

Talon waves a hand impatiently.

“You’re calling in a favor that’s going to likely get us both killed. I don’t think you are in a position to negotiate.”

Din pauldrons sag a bit.

“Fine. Tell me what you want.”

“I will help get your woman back, if you make me your hand.”

“My what?”

“Hand of the King, Mando.” Talon rolls his eyes and pushes off the stone wall. Sauntering towards Din, he slides his hands into his pockets and explains.

“You are the Mand’alor now. King and sole leader of the Mandalorian people. And every King needs a hand. Appoint me as yours. You need someone like me to deal with the politics you despise so much. And frankly, I’m better at that shit than you are.”

Din groans loudly, rolling his helmet around before letting his gaze settle on the ground.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

He does not want to be Mand’alor. He wasn’t trying to make a grand statement at the club. He merely did what he always does. He assesses a situation, uses the tools he has on hand, and reacts. He had no idea that the fight would come across as him declaring himself leader of his people.

Bo-Katan was going to hear of this and challenge him, along with every other tin can calling themselves a Mandalorian.

Din swallows thickly and tries to quell the rising dread in his belly.

“I’m not fit. I’m not worthy of such a title…and I don’t wantit.”

Din makes a silent vow to rid himself of the Darksaber. As soon as he gets you back, he’ll find a way to dispose of it for good. Be rid of this nonsense so he can find a way to live out his life quietly with you.

Talon looks at Din solemnly, sadly. The man still doesn’t understand the enormity of the situation.

“A great man doesn’t seek to lead Mando…he’s called to it.”

The two men regard each other as the words settle heavily between them. The weight of the choice is unbearable, pressing on his chestplate and constricting his throat. For whatever reason, Karrde believes the Darksaber has chosen him.

Him,of all people. A nothing, a nobody.

A child whose parents were murdered. An orphan raised by a strict, orthodox tribe. A founding whose standing in society was so low, no clan would claim him. A man, who had resigned himself to a life of bounty hunting until he was too old to fight or too tired to live.

Maybe…he was destined to do more, to bemore.

Din clenches and flexes his fist unconsciously, taking stock of all the reasons why this is a terrible idea. Before he can think too much longer, he speaks.

“Alright.”

Talon blazes with delight and nods at him.

“Alight indeed.” Talon places a heavy arm on Din’s shoulder in a show of reassurance.

“Let’s go get our Queen back.”

Turning on his heel, Talon beckons Din to follow with a jerk of his head.

“Where we are going?” Din asks impatiently. “We don’t have time to mull this over food and wine, Karrde. We need to make a plan, now.”

“Theplanis we are going to kill a lot of fucking people. And if we are doing that, then we need to be dressed for the occasion. It’s time to visit my tailor.”

*****************

Talon’s tailor was not justa tailor. Catering to the upper echelons of society, his clothing atelier was operational, but the business was just a front. The tailor, a small unassuming man with a forgettable face, admitted Talon and Din at once.

He ushered the men through a series of backrooms, hidden airlocks doors, and finally a passcode-only elevator to the bowls of the building. There, the tailor opened another encrypted door and revealed the storage room inside.

It was a catalog of death. Metal and glass cabinets lined the walls in an open, angular room. Rows upon rows of blasters and sonic pistols in every shape and size perched on hooks or shelves. Larger weapons –pulse rifles and slug throwers, hung in long cases along the back. Nerve disruptors, hand-held sonic blasters, and paralyzer discs stood in rows of neatly stacked metal cases on casters.

Talon poured over the weapons as if they were precious jewels. He selected and purchased a few and strapped them on while Din silently inspected the various blades. His hand unconsciously went to the saber, fingers brushing the hilt. It hummed at his touch.

Hundreds, if not thousands of weapons were stored here, yet he possessed the most lethal of all. When Talon was finished, the tailor led them back upstairs and to Din’s extreme reluctance, changed attire.

Din turns to regard himself in the mirror while Talon shrugs on a robe.

Black, knee-high boots polished to a glossy shine give way to thick, ebony wool pants that cling to the firm muscles of his legs. Leather thigh holsters hold his vibroblade and blaster. The modest hilt of the saber hangs from his belt.

The midnight wool jacket lays flat and smooth at the shoulders and taper inward – the cut setting off his trim torso. His vambrances are strapped tight over the material and glint in the warm light. The stiff, upright collar hugs the muscles of his tanned throat.

Din stares in the mirror, and the helmetless face of the Mand’alor stares back. He has never worn such finery before and his own appearance stuns him for a moment.

Karrde had insisted on no beskar for two reasons. First, Azucar knew you had a Mandalorian bodyguard, so a disguise was needed to break in. Second, Karrde had decided that the beskar was prohibiting him from using the full power of the Darksaber.

His eyes shift over to Talon’s reflection in the mirror.

Talon is equally outfitted in his own striking attire. A cream tunic, wrapped and crossed around his broad chest, peaks out from a floor-length cognac robe. The generous sleeves hide the obscene number of weapons strapped in tan leather holsters to his body.

Talon is stroking his goatee and regards Din with quiet reverence. He swallows once and speaks—

“Now,there’s a king.”

Din glances down and adjusts the wrists of this black gloves, tightening them with a flick and a snap.

“This is a really fucking stupid idea” he says tightly.

“Yes” Karrde agrees.

“We’re probably going to die.”

“Probably” Karrde replies mildly back. He steps closer to Din, his eyes glittering with excitement.

“But we are going to look damn fine doing so.”

*****************

The ride to Azucar’s compound stretched for an eternity like a nightmare you could not wake from. Terror gripped your senses every second that passed by and dragged your further away from Din. No one spoke to you the entire ride there –the only sounds were the rumble of the speeder’s engine and the pounding of your heart.

Rough hands gripped your upper arm as the guards escorted you inside the compound.

Don’t panic, stay calm. Din will come for me. You unconsciously rub the raised, shell-shaped tracking device on your vambrance.

Your breath quickens when you pass through the massive front gates. Inside, you find a towering, two story entryway, with a matching pair of grand staircases pouring from the second floor. An enormous, crystal chandelier hangs over the space, dripping ice and fire. Dazed, you take in the opulent surroundings and try and think of what Din would do in your position.

He would take in as much information as he could. He would immediately find ways of escaping or note weakness in his enemies.

Keeping your head low, you try to absorb as many details as you can without being obvious. There are guards everywhere, you note with dismay. Men holding large blasters and rifles stationed by every grand window and door. Little surprise, running a billion-credit drug business requires high levels of security.

Music and laugher trickle in from the side corridor on the first floor. He must entertain guests and business partners here. The guard gripping your arm pulls you over so he can speak with another by the foot of the stairs. The rest of the group peels off in different directions, presumably back to their stations.

“Azucar brought this one home. Where should I put her?” he asks, his voice gruff and indifferent.

The guard by the stairs looks up and down your body, lingering on the deep plunge of your dress and the waist-high slit. You internally recoil at how he leisurely undresses you with his eyes. You set your jaw and resist shrinking from his tasteless gaze.

If you show any hints of weakness or fear, they may suspect something is amiss. You try for a bored expression and pretend to study the grand entryway.

After an uncomfortable length of time, the guard finally answers.

“Take her upstairs, to one of the empty rooms. I’m sure our guests will enjoy her talents later on tonight.”

A shiver of fear spider walks down your spine as the guard nods and guides you upstairs. Your mantra to not panic falters when you realize how much time you need to buy yourself until Din comes for you.

You stretch and circle your wrists, finding comfort in the weight of the silver cuffs as you follow the guard upstairs. Din has your location, you remind yourself.

How long will it take him to break in? A few hours? All night?

You pale, your hands go clammy at the thought of having to survive an entire night pretending to be an escort…without actually being an escort.

At the top of the stairs, the guard turns down a long corridor lined with closed doors. Sounds of moaning snake out and settle on you with greasy unease. Finally, the guard stops at the last room on the right and depresses a panel for the door to slide open with a small hiss. He motions for you to walk inside and you go obediently.

It takes a herculean effort to not bolt. You whirl around, wanting to ask the guard how long you’ll be held here, but he closes the door and locks it.

You stand there and take in the furnishings of the room. There are plush, oversized chairs and couches, a large bed and a chaise. All luxurious and clearly designed with nothing but pleasure in mind.

Fuckthat shit.

I’m not a whore. I am rebel alliance solider, a combat medic, and wife of a Mandalorian.

You take a deep breath and steel yourself. Din may come in time, but you cannot rely on him. He can’t be there every second of every day to protect you.

He does not have to be. You are smart and resourceful, and you can protect yourself when the time comes for it.

That time is now.

*****************

“Remind me again why we decided this was the best way in?” Din says as he tilts his head in thinly-veiled skepticism.

Azucar’s safe house was a mammoth building whose towering floors jetted up, spearing the night sky.

“Because it’s the only way in” Karrde responds dryly as he slips his hands into his pockets.

“We are just going to walk up and knock on the front door? Then what? Introduce ourselves?” Din asks incredulously.

“Yep” Karrde quips. “We’ll give them the traditional Mandalorian greeting.”

Talon sniffs the air, drawing the city smells deep into his lungs and closes his eyes for a long moment. It might be the last moment he can savor before they embark on this truly stupid rescue plan. At least, he muses, it is a fine night to die. He gives a sidelong look to the Mandalorian.

“Ready?”

Din pauses for a moment to roll his shoulders back and adjusts the tight neck of his collar. He claps Karrde on the shoulder.

“Let’s do this.”

The two men stride forward, out into the black night.

*****************

The guard stifles a yawn, coughing a few times to cover it. His partner regards him with disdain.

Sighing, he resumes his watch over the dark landing strip ahead. Transporters in all shapes and sizes float by in a steady stream. Coruscant is alive with activity all hours of the day and night. It is an entire planet that never sleeps. Always watching, always waiting.

A transporter pulls up to the main entrance gate and a large man dressed in a floor-sweeping coat exits. With a cocky air about him, he walks right up the guards. The guard is immediately alert and places his hand on the butt of his blaster.

“Gentleman!” the stranger exclaims as he bounds up the stairs. His arms outstretched wide –“good evening!”

The guard is in no mood to deal with this man.

“State your businesses” he calls out.

“This business” Karrde cheerfully replies as he whips out his blaster and shoots the man in the chest. The other guard, flustered, jerks out his blaster to return fire, when two feet come crashing down from above.

The man falls back and hits the ground with a thud. Din takes a knee beside him and presses two fingers into the man’s neck.

“He’s alive.”

Karrde steps over the dead guard and frowns down at the crumpled, unconscious man at Din’s feet.

Karrde shoots two bolts into the man’s chest.

“Not anymore.”

Stepping over the fallen guards, Karrde and Din quickly make their way inside.

Two more guards come rushing forth and Din fires off more bolts – each man dropping to the ground. Soon, an ear-splitting alarm sounds overhead. Din checks his vambrance again, your location pulls up and pulsates like a beacon of hope.

“She’s upstairs and to the right, down the long hallway” Din shouts at Karrde. The blaring alarm makes it difficult to hear anything at all. It rattles around in Din’s head, setting his already inflamed senses alight.

Soon, they feel better than hear a rumble – a sound of countless metal boots striking the floor in a steady, nonhuman beat. Taking cover behind a huge column, Din and Talon peer out at the enormous foyer.

Battle droids, black metal armor shining like liquid night, pour from every direction. They line the upper balcony, fill the foyer, and begin descending down the stairs. Their eyes glow red, eerily silent and devoid of all purpose other than to kill.

“Coward” Din spits. Azucar did not trust his own men to dispatch of Din and Talon with honor, but sent a sack of metal and screws. The droids zero in on the men’s position and volley off hundreds of rounds of bolts at the column.

Din and Talon jerk back, eyes squeezed shut as the column absorbs the blows. Chips of stone began raining down, peppering the floor in debris. The column won’t be able to provide cover for long and the droids are steadily advancing their position.

“Mando…” Talon pants. “This is it. We can’t shoot our way out. There’s too many of them!”

Din regards Talon, his shoulders heaving. His friend, who would do anything for him, standing next to him, ready to die.

No.

“I can take them.”

Din grabs the hilt of the saber and the blade obediently slides out. White-hot pain snakes up his arm, wraps around his neck and spears into his brain stem. Din grimaces, trying to concentrate despite the unrelenting sirens and the exploding bits of rock. He turns to face Talon.

Karrde’s jaw slackens at the sight. Din’s eyes are gone. In their place are two silver orbs, sparking with bits of lightening. The delicate veins around the sockets are stained black.

Mand’alor.

“Karrde” Din says, his voice not quite steady.

Talon, startled beyond words, gives Din his full attention.

“If something happens to me, take care of her. Promise me you will.”

Talon nods his head. “I promise to protect her…with my life.”

With that, Din shoves off the column and launches himself at the droids.

“Mando, no!” Talon cries, as he lurches helplessly after his king. But, he suddenly stops short.

Speechless, Talon watches in amazement as the scene before him unfolds.

***************

You have backed yourself into the far corner of the room. Lying prong at your feet are two men, both unconscious. The first one went down easily. You struck hard and true in his carotid artery, causing his blood pressure to plummet and knock him out. The second man had fought harder, but you managed to slam your elbow into the sensitive top of his head. He too collapsed.

At this rate, you thought grimly, you could pile the men up against the door like a human blockade.

An alarm of some sort was tripped only a few minutes ago and heavy footsteps shook the floor as they rushed forth. Bewildered, you had no idea what has happening, but you suspected it was Din. Chaos seems to proceed the man wherever he goes.

Grabbing your attention, your door’s control panel starts to go haywire. Buttons begin to flicker and flash, before fading out. Smoke smelling of burnt plastic snakes in the room. Then, the door beings to reluctantly ease open.

Your heart immediately starts pounding and hot adrenaline dumps into your veins.

Damn it, I’m not in position.

You did not have time to move beside the door, so you could leverage the element of surprise. You whip the small dagger from your vambrance, cock your arm back, and snap it forward.

Ping!

“What the—?” a surprised man growls.

Din stands before you, a beskar-clad forearm protecting his face from the dagger you just threw at him.

You cry out as you dash across the room before leaping into his arms. You slam into Din hard and he grunts, taking a small step back from the force of your body. He grips you fiercely to him as you sob out in relief into his chest.

Din pulls back and cups your face between his palms. Two deep, brown pools regard you softly before he crashes his lips over yours. His kiss is full of desperate relief. Your body molds to him, trying to soothe the terror you feel in his embrace.

He breaks off the kiss and swallows thickly before asking the question he fears the most.

“Are you hurt? Did they…did anyone…?”

“No.” Swift relief washes across his face.

“They locked me in here as soon as we arrived and only these two have come so far. But, I took care of them.”

A corner of Din’s lip curls and he touches his forehead to yours. “That’s my girl” he murmurs. You chuckle a bit.

“Why aren’t you wearing your armor?” you ask.

But your question is disrupted by a soft “ahem” from behind Din.

You tear yourself away and your eyes blow wide at the sight of Talon. He leans a shoulder casually in the doorway and grins—

“Well, I don’t know about you two, but I could use a drink.”

“Talon!” you exclaim and you break free from Din throw yourself at Talon too, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. He bows his head sheepishly and you step away.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well…” starts as he brushes off an invisible speck on his sleeve. “Someone needed to make this operation look good.”

You laugh out loud and pat him on the chest while Din huffs in annoyance behind you.

“Mesh’la, we need to go” he says urgently.

“Yes, you do” an unfamiliar voice purrs.

The three of you whip around and see a group of guards crowd you all into the room. Blasters aimed and trained on all three of you.

Karrde’s hand moves to hover over the hilt of his blaster and several weapons click and whirl, the charges firing up and ready.

“Wait!” Din shouts. “Easy…”

Din gives Karrde a warning glance – don’t do anything stupid.

Din holds up his empty hands. “Easy. Look, see? No weapon. We will go with you.”

You frantically look between Din and the group as they slowly back off and walk out of the room, with the implicit demand for you all to follow.

Din snakes his hand into yours and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, your stomach flip flopping with new dread.

“I am not risking a firefight with you around. His gaze settles on and you look at him expectantly. His features are shadowed and strained from stress. Yet, he seems calm, as if he has resigned himself to something.

That observation leaves you chilled.

*****************

The three of you are escorted through of maze of corridors and passages, moving from the more opulent, entertaining spaces of the compound to the business sectors. Rich, carpeted hallways decorated with sculptures and art give way to stark white corridors buzzing with electricity. The further you travel into the forbidden areas of Azucar’s lair, the less hope you have of escaping. You steal quick glances at Din, who is still holding your hand as you follow half a step behind him.

He must be working out some sort of plan. He never takes a job without one. Although, with a pang of guilt, you realize that you had near-bullied him into this. You were the reason they were caught in the first place.

Finally, you were stopped in front of pair of unassuming panel doors, recessed into the wall. A guard punches in a passcode and the doors hiss open where you are ushered inside.

The room is a wide semicircle, barren except for a mammoth table that sweeps up and out from the floor as if it were poured from a mold. Imbedded in the table top are dozens of screens telecasting from security cameras all over the building.

A bald man sits behind the desk, reclined in a black chair that rises up and arcs over him. His fingers are steepled and a sneer curls his lip. He stares at you with colorless eyes. The green glow from the security displays play shapes and lines across his face.

Azucar.

“What an interesting assortment of guests we have this evening.”

His voice is quiet, but harsh, like a measured drip of acid. He rises up from behind the desk smoothly, too smoothly. It becomes apparent that some sort of device assists his movement. His robes drag lightly on the floor and he floats closer. He looks more like a nobleman than a drug lord.

He tilts his head at Talon first. “You are a long way from home, smuggler. Aren’t these sort of situations the types you shrewdly avoid? Hmm?”

Talon, for once in his life, has no glib response. He is taken aback that Azucar has not only heard of him, but knows his face.

“And you” as his attention pierces your thoughts. “A combat medic for the rebel alliance turned courtesan? That is an abrupt change of profession one finds difficult to believe.” He waves at you in dismissal.

Holy hell, he knows who we are.

He glides over to stop in front of Din and he regards him with pure, animalistic joy.

“But you….were the biggest surprise of all. Din Djarin, of clan Death Watch, and now declared King of Mandalore. I knew when I put out the job for my assassination, you would come around eventually.”

Talon and Din let out a small, collective groan. This job was a trap…for Din.

“I must admit I did not expect you to do it with such flair. Burning down the esteemed Aura? Nicely done.”

What is he talking about? You frown at Din.

Azucar continues on in that unnerving, polite voice that barely hides the viciousness lurking beneath.

“You see, I see something of myself in you, Din. I have this insane need inside me. I want no one else to succeed. I want power because everyone else is weak and unworthy. That is why you acquired the Darksaber. That is why you sought out this bounty. You want power as much as I, and I can offer it to you.”

For fucks sake, not another bad-guy speech.

Din has spent a lifetime listening to these manifestos and now, on the cusp of retirement, he decides that he is done.

Din sighs loudly, cutting Azucar off sharply—

“Save your breath. You want my power? Here, take it and let us go.”

Din spins the Darksaber around and presents it hilt-first to Azucar. Azucar’s eyes flicker from Din’s face to the saber suspiciously. Azucar jerks his head to his guard in a silent command to take the saber. As the guard dutifully extends his hand out, Din drops the weapon. It clangs as it bounces to the floor.

You groan inwardly at Din’s master-level display of assholery. Din smirks and Talon tries very hard not to laugh, swallowing it down forcefully.

In a flash of anger, Azucar sneers viciously at the guard.

“Pick. It. Up.”

As the guard bends down, Din and Talon take the smallest of steps toward one another, their shoulders touching and creating a shield. It happens so quick, you hardly notice before a flash of lightening and ear-splitting noise shatter any conscious thoughts.

CRACK.

You duck and wince at the deafening noise, hands flying to your ears and squeezing your eyes shut. Straightening up cautiously, your ears buzz from the explosion and a faint smell of burnt flesh taints the air. You peer over Din and Talon’s shoulders.

There, on the floor where the guard had stood, is nothing more that black ash and smoke. The guard is gone. Incinerated down to atoms, there is nothing left of his mortal body but a small, snowy shower of pale gray ashes. They settle on the floor, circling around innocuous hilt of the dark saber.

There was oneother thing Din and Talon failed to mention to you back on that outpost moon. On the day they spent in that frozen, crusted over clearing, the men had accidentally discovered one, minor detail about the Darksaber.

No one can touch it, except Din.

Unless won justly in battle, anyone that touches the saber is incinerated. During a spar with Din, Talon happened to brush the hilt and the saber singed his arm hairs right off.

Din crosses his arms over his broad chest and quirks his head smugly at Azucar.

Finally, Talon finds his tongue and cannot help himself.

“Well, Azucar, this has been a charming evening and we enjoyed destroying a fleet of your droids and killing…” as he ticks off a few fingers…

“…about a dozen or so of your men. But the hour grows late. And quite frankly, I’m bored.”

Azucar ignores Talon completely and levels an icy glare at Din.

“Either you stay and your friends can go, or all three of you can die. I have always enjoyed the power of choice. And now this one is yours.”

The men stiffen in front of you. Din gives Talon a sidelong glance and the smallest dip of his chin. Karrde’s eyes flicker over Din and he gives a pained nod back in understanding.

Din levels his gaze back to Azucar, indifference clouding his tone.

“Fine. But I’ll never be your slave, Azucar. Never.”

Your breath dies in your throat.

Azucar’s lip curls—“only time will tell.”

Azucar rotates and crosses the room in a slow hover, back to his chair. As he gently sits down, he gives a final order to his men.

“Take him to the interrogation cell. See how long he lasts before changing his mind.”

The men step towards Din and he doesn’t fight them. Din leans over and swiftly grabs the Darksaber before clipping it back to his belt. He offers his hands to the guards and they harshly yank them behind his back, snapping on a pair of binders. He slowly turns around to face you and Talon.

Your heart cracks open.

“NO!” you scream and you launch yourself at Din. Talon is one beat ahead of you, however. His arms lock around your waist and yanks you forcibly back.

Din’s heavy eyes find yours. Two pools of sorrow stare back, apologetic as the full weight of what he has done slams into you.

“NO NO NO!”

This cannot be happening. Blind terror floods your veins and you thrash at Talon to no avail. His grip on you is ironclad.

“We need to go, NOW” Talon hisses, but you cannot hear anything over the roar in your ears. You kick and claw, screaming at him to let you go.

Din watches the horrifying scene with anguish. His whole body shakes as he watches Talon struggle to pull you away. Talon whips you around and starts dragging you through the enormous doors.

“STOP! NO!”

Sobs wrack your chest as you plead and scream at Din, desperate to reach him—

“NO! Please No!”

Talon ignores you and sweeps you off your feet, gripping you fiercely to his chest. You are too small and he is too big to fight off. Through tightly clenched teeth, he grits out—

“Stop.We have to leave!”

You twist your head around and desperately look at Din. You reach your hand out to him as you watch the foreboding doors begin to slide shut.

“DIN! PLEASE! YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS!” your cry at him, tears spilling down your face. The last thing you see before the doors close are him mouthing the words—

I love you.

“NOOO!” you cry in agony and the doors clang together with a boom. The sound reverberates off the walls and its hideous finality slaps you across the face.

You turn to Talon and start screaming at him, your words coming out choked and barely discernable.

“GET HIM BACK! WE CAN’T…LEAVE HIM…HERE!”

Talon grunts at you and he’s running down the long dark corridor now. At the end is a pair of hydraulic doors and Talon hurriedly punches the release button and the doors snap back with a hiss. The howling wind blindsides you as Talon sets you down and starts striding down the narrow airbridge.

Momentarily stunned, you realize just how high up you are. Gigantic buildings push up through the clouds like silver spears as far as you can see – structures that are hundredsof stories high. Tiny airbridges and landing pads sprout out from the sides of the buildings like branches off a tree.

You look past Talon and see Pathfinder parked on the landing pad straight ahead. The ramp is already lowering and engines firing up.

Talon notices that you aren’t following behind him and stops, whirls around and stomps towards you. His face was black with anger. He barks impatiently at you.

“MOVE. We need to get out here, NOW.”

You glare at him.

“NO. He’s going to DIE in there Talon. We can’t just leave him here!”

Talon scowls as he grips your upper arm, preparing to drag you to the ship.

“You think I don’t knowthat?”

You wrench your arm out his grip and turn to run. You don’t care. You don’t care about any of it. All you see is how they will throw Din in a cell, torture him until he dies because he will never, eversubmit.

And you will die too, alongside him. Because you know you cannot go on without him. If there is no Din, then there is no you. You are bound to him for all of eternity, and wherever he goes, you will follow.

Talon has other plans, however. He snatches you back and with surprising strength, tosses you over his shoulder and stalks up the ships ramp.

You wriggle and kick but it’s no use. Talon dumps you into a co-pilot’s seat and places two thick, muscular arms on either side of the armrests, caging you in. He leans down and shoves his face right in yours, glaring hard.

“Don’t you fucking move from this spot. I swore an oath to my king that I’d protect you and keep you safe. I’ll be damned if you break it by doing something stupid.”

Stunned, you stare at him with wide eyes. Talon moves away to the ship’s console and starts flicking switches and pressing buttons with urgency. It takes less than sixty seconds for the repulsorlifts to fire and you are airborne. The sudden rise in atmosphere causes your stomach to plummet and your heart sinks even lower in your chest.

Silent tears slide down your face as you watch the dark tower begin to fade in the distance. Further and further away Talon pilots the ship. Each second, each moment, is a dagger to your soul, gutting you from the inside out. You grip the armrests, fighting the urge to claw at your skin, your clothes, anything to expel the helpless panic straining inside your chest. The silence in the cockpit is deafening.

Talon finishes punching in the coordinates to the secret location of his ship and makes the jump to hyperspace. The fine string that was holding him together finally snaps. He slumps over the console, his face buried in his hands.

You see his shoulders shudder once, twice before you are out of your seat and swiveling his chair around to face you.

Talon’s face falls, crumpling into unimaginable pain. Silently, you wrap your arms around him and his arms snap up to circle your waist, burying his face into your stomach.

Great, big shoulders heave as Talon manages to gasp out—

“I failed him. I…” and he chokes back a sob. “I failed him. My king, my partner…my friend.”

Fresh pain wrenches your heart –his grief and sorrow is too much for you to bear. Tears spill from your burning eyes and you shake, Talon’s strong arms around you is the only thing holding you up. Great sobs rack you both, as you cling to each other, devastated for the man you both love.

The seconds drag by before you can manage to speak in a small, broken whisper.

“There has to be something we can do. I can’t accept standing by and doing nothing. He would never give up on us. We can’t give up on him.”

Talon pulls from your arms, head angled back to look hopelessly at his queen that will soon be a widow.

“Azucar has an army and we don’t. We have nothing.”

An army…The memory unfolds clearly before you.

Din holding you in his arms, swirling you around in the cool mountain lake while he explains the six actions central to all Mandalorians. Tenets that cross all houses and clans and bind them together. The Resol’nare—

Rally to the cause when called by the Mand’alor… he had said.

“Talon…” you croak. “We have an army too. Call them.”

Talon’s face twists in confusion.

“Callwho?”

“The Mandalorians” you say quietly.

“Tell them their Mand’alorcommands them. They will come.”

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The view is breathtaking. You are standing close enough to the glass cockpit shield that your breath fogs the surface. You cannot tear your eyes from the twinkling, vast expanse of endless city before you.

Coruscant.

The city-covered planet. You have heard of it of course, but never thought you’d live long enough to see the famed capital of the galaxy. Historians argued that Coruscant is the original home world of humanity.

Din moves to stand behind you, arms crossed over his chest. He’s fully outfitted in his armor and you doubt you’ll see him without it for the entirety of your visit.

“Incredible, isn’t it?” His voice cracks cold through the modulator.

“Amazing” you agree. “How many beings live here?”

“Trillions. I think that’s why Azucar hides out here. Easy to vanish amongst so many. It’s also the financial hub of the galaxy. He likely has no trouble finding dirty banks to launder his money while regulators are paid to look the other way.”

Coruscant is also smack in the middle of several major trade routes, enabling the drug pin to ship off and distribute spice all over the galaxy.

Your eyes sweep over the cityscape, taking in the towering skyscrapers. Buildings hundreds, or perhaps thousands of stories scrape the atmosphere. Floating ships and transporters of all sizes and models speed amongst them – darting in and around, following a hidden skyway of complex routes.

You angle your head down, trying to see the ground, but it is nothing but a black abyss. Stretching out endlessly, the twinkling lights of the structures are swallowed by smoky darkness. Looking back up, the buildings are backlit by a silver-blue glow from the enormous moon. The glowing crescent slices the sky in half.

You shiver, stepping back from the atmospheric glass. There is something unnerving about being perched so high and unable to see the ground. It’s the dead of night and Din found a small, short-term dock to park for the next day or two. The landing pad extends straight out the side of an impossibly tall and slim skyscraper. You can feel the gentle sway of the building as the high altitudinal winds push and pull the structure.

The late arrival meant you two had to drag yourselves from the comfort of Din’s cot to prepare for landing. A yawn overtakes you and you fist your hands in your eye sockets, trying to rub the sleep away.

“Let’s go back to bed. We can catch a few hours of sleep before morning” Din says.

He places a hand on the small of your back and guides you back to his captain’s quarters.

You flop down on the cot and Din climbs in behind you. You hiss and stiffen when the cold beskar touches you.

“Sorry” Din mumbles, dragging the blanket over you to protect you from his armor.

“I don’t know how you sleep in that” you murmur. Din huffs a small laugh.

“It feels better on than off.”

You have forgotten that walking around helmetless and armor-less is still new to Din. You have noticed that when the armor is on, he’s calmer. Still and solid, he moves with the grace and confidence that impenetrable steel provides. Without the armor, Din always seems…shifty. Skittish and on high alert, like a prized thoroughbred. You suppose that is the price you pay for being married to a stallion.

“Do you ever get nervous before a job?” you ask tentatively.

“I used to, but not anymore.”

“How do you manage it all? All I can think about are all the things that could go wrong, all the ways that I could screw up…” you chew your lip. You feel out of depth compared to the seasoned warrior beside you.

“Years of training, years of practice, and making many, many mistakes” Din says quietly. “It’s no different than you practicing medicine. Do you get nervous before treating a patient? Do you ever doubt your skills?”

You ponder that for a moment. You haven’t felt inadequate about your skills since medical school.

“No. I don’t. But healing is in my bones. It’s my calling. But this—“ as you gesture at nothing in particular. “This feels foreign to me. I’m afraid I’m going to fail you. Fail us.”

Din hugs you tighter against himself, tucking your head into the notch between his shoulder and helmet.

“Just say the word, and we won’t go. I’ll find another way to bring Azucar down. I’ll find a way for us to start our life together.”

The smooth leather fingers of Din’s glove stroke your shoulder as his words settle over your mind. Not entirely put at ease, but your eyelids grow heavy anyways and you finally fall asleep.

**********************

The next morning, you feel like a cocktail of excitement, fear, and anticipation. Grabbing your things, your plan is to first find a banking center to pull some funds from your medic pension. Then, you’ll need to hunt down a spa that can somehow scrub years of grim off. Finally, you must buy something to suitable wear. Perhaps a gown or dress of some sort.

You smile to yourself at the thought of Din’s reaction to seeing you in a gown. He has never seen you dressed in any sort of evening wear or finery. Shit, he’s never seen you with makeupon.

You look around the ship to tell him you’ll be gone for most of the day, but he’s nowhere inside. A muddled string of colorful curses in Mando’a trickles in from outside.

Din has been largely pissed off the last couple of weeks trying and failing to locate the source of the latest electrical issues plaguing Pathfinder. You walk down the loading ramp and find him on his hands and knees, upper half buried inside the bowels of the ship. He’s banging away at something while muttering to himself. You stop to admire the sight of his muscular lower-half hanging out of the ship.

You’re about to call out to him again, but feeling playful, you impulsively cock your arm back and smack his ass with a loud CRACK. Din jolts forward in surprise, banging his helmet somewhere underneath. You let out a whoop of laughter and immediately sprint off around the side of the ship.

You make it around the other side and skitter to a stop, listening. Your heart is pounding with anticipation. Adrenaline is coursing through your veins and you whip your head around left and right looking for him. You expected him to be right behind you on your tail.

But he’s vanished.

Panicking a little, yet also titillated at doing something verywicked, you squat down to look under the ship. Nothing. The work mat where he was kneeling only moments ago is empty and the silence of the air settles ominously around you.

Fuck, your hand throbs where you smacked him. You are going to pay dearly for that.

“I know you’re out there!” you call out.

Silence.

Deciding to turn back to the front of Pathfinder, a dark form soundlessly drops directly behind you. A whoosh of cool air licks your back, startling you.

Before you can jolt away, a firm grip takes hold of you and yanks you swiftly back. In a tumble of arms and legs, Din flips you face up and collapses on top of you with a heavy thud. He pins your wrists above your head, and cradles your head with other with practiced ease.

You let out a peal of surprised laughter and beam pleasantly at the midnight visor two inches from your face, staring you down.

“How’s your butt feel?” you purr to him, feeling exceedingly brave despite your precarious position.

“Not as bad as yours is gonna feel” he growls back.

“Hmm” you roll your hips up, grinding your crotch against his.

“You are literallya pain in my ass” he snarls, but then groans deep as you start moving your hips up and down, an innocent smile on your face as you rut against his hard length.

He withdraws his arm from its protective position behind your head and finds the edge of your top. Din slips his hand underneath and slowly slides up your bare stomach. His fingertips pause at the base of your chest band. You squirm under him, arching your back to encourage him. He gives in and slides his calloused hands under the band, cupping your breast, squeezing hard as you sigh with content. Your stiffened peak presses deep into his palm.

This will escalate quickly and you have so much shit to get done today.

“I need to go. It’s going to take me all day to get ready, but I’ll be back in time to leave.” You wiggle out from beneath him and stand up, smoothing down your shirt.

“All day? What could possibly take all day?” Incredulous, Dins stands up too, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops, and casually shifts his weight to his back leg.

“Slut school. Gotta brush up for tonight” you quip.

“Yeah? You teaching it?”

“Ooh” you narrow your eyes at him at his low blow. “You’re just sore because I got you good. Not my fault, you were wagging it out there at me.”

You saunter up to him, place both hands on the sides of his helmet and tip his head down. You place a sweet kiss to his forehead.

You try to step back, but his arms snap out and wrap around your waist, towing you gently back to him for a long embrace. He lowers his head to your ear and whispers “be safe, please. See you soon” and with a cautionary squeeze, lets you go.

Turning to walk away, you hear the high-pitched crack before you feel a blinding, stinging pain bloom on your ass cheek. “OW!” you cry out and frantically start rubbing your bottom, trying to soothe the sting away.

You whirl around and give Din an indignant glare as he crosses his arms over his massive chest and emits a dark chuckle.

“Don’t start shit you can’t handle sweetheart” he rumbles.

You growl at him, but turn back around to gather your things and set out. Your butt cheek still burns, but the memory of Din lurching forward and banging his head was worth it. A huge grin breaks out across your face.

**********************

You walk through the front doors of the spa and are enveloped in a blanket of cool, artificial air control. There is so much to take in, your senses overload as you look around the reception area. The walls are covered in white, glittery stone that shimmers in the tasteful lighting. Water trickles down the wall from some unseen source, pinging off the rocks at the bottom. Lit candles on the desk give off a flowery aroma that is delicate and foreign to your nose.

You approach the expansive front desk and the female sitting behind it stands up to greet you with a friendly smile. She is striking. Her skin is porcelain white and equally platinum hair swept back into an elegant chignon. Her eyes are of such a light blue, they are almost transparent, framed by white lashes and eyebrows.

“Welcome to Serenity, how can we help you today?” her Basic drips out of her mouth like honey. Her customer service skills are excellent as she doesn’t bat an eye at your grubby appearance. You look like an alley cat dragged in from a mud fight and has no business being here.

“Um—” you shyly start, unsure on what you need or what to ask for. You decide to tell her that you are accompanying your husband tonight to the Aura for an important business meeting. Having never been before, you don’t want to embarrass him in front of his associates.

“Ah. Of course, of course” the receptionist purrs. She walks out from behind the desk and motions for you to follow her back.

“Let’s do our deluxe spa package, which includes whole-body polish and massage, as well as full face and hair styling….” She elaborates as you follow her into a low-lit dressing room. She plucks a fluffy robe from an immaculate stack on the shelf and tells you to undress.

“Do you already have something to wear?” she asks, while a discerning eye suspiciously evaluates your attire.

“Uh, no. I’ll need to buy something too, but I have the credits” you stammer, glancing down at your filthy appearance as you disrobe. You are starting to feel out of your depth and second-guessing this plan. You are a medic and a solider, not some fancy courtesan. No one is going to notice you, much less a fearsome drug lord.

“No worries. I know just the right tailor” she sing songs. “He makes the most beautiful gowns and with your body….” as her eyes appraisingly run down your naked form, “You’ll look stunning. I’ll let him know that he should be expecting a customer when we are finished up with you here.”

She smiles reassuringly to you as she takes your clothes and helps you step into the warm robe. You sigh deeply as you wrap it around yourself and snuggle your nose into the fluffy collar. It smells of freshly laundered cotton and lilac.

This probably won’t work, you think to yourself. But at least the pampering will be fun.

**********************

Four torturous hours later, it was definitely notfun.

You are not sure what your expectations were – maybe a bath and massage? You got that for sure, but then a whole lot more than you bargained for. An entire team of young females and a few droids dressed in severe uniforms scrubbed, sanded, waxed, and tanned your entire body into radiant submission. Your skin practically sparkles and shines – nails perfectly sculpted and painted. Your hair washed and styled expertly to make the most of its natural color and texture. You gasped when you saw your face. The makeup beautifully enhanced all of your features. Not-overly done, but expensive looking indeed.

Butstars, was the process long and tedious. The worst part was the waxing. After a pert a pert attendee finished stripping your legs, she spread your thighs apart. Before you caught on, she had quickly laid down a hot, thick strip of honeyed wax over the curly hairs between your legs.

And fucking ripped it off.

Despite your serious protests, they assured you that all high-born females do this and wouldn’t be caught dead otherwise. Begrudging, you agreed to let her continue and she proceed to take all your hair off, leaving your nether regions stripped, puffy, and naked as a mole rat.

When the attendant’s back was turned, you reached a tentative hand down to feel between your legs. Your fingertips brushed the soft, bare skin. Oh. You can feel everything. Din is going to lose his damn mind when he discovers this. A warm heat spreads up your chest and neck imagining Din’s hands touching you there.

After leaving the spa, you make one last stop at the tailor’s, having acquired an address from the receptionist when you left. A squat, elderly man dressed in a fine silk surcoat greets you at the door.

After a brief, almost dismissive introduction, he hands you a huge package. The parcel is wrapped in layers and layers of thick tissue and tied neatly with a bow.

“Thank you very much. But…shouldn’t I try it on first?” You ask disbelievingly as you hand him a stack of credits. The elderly man waves a hand away and gently ushers you out the door.

“No need, no need” he cheerily tuts at you in an accent you can’t quite place. “You take this and go, it will fit just fine. You’ll see, ok? Good bye!” and with that, the door slides closed behind you.

You stand outside awkwardly, wondering what sort of Jedi magic the receptionist employed to ensure the tailor had everything he needed to make you a gown. What color was it? Was it long or short? You could not tell from the packaging. What if it doesn’t fit?

You glace at your chronometer. Too late now. Resigned to the fact you were probably in possession of one hideously expensive, atrocious-looking gown, you hail a taxi speeder back to the ship.

**********************

“You’re late” Din grumbles as you dash up the ramp to Pathfinder. You have just enough time to get changed before you two need to head out to the club. As you pass by him, you stop, a tender smile growing on your lips as you look down at him.

He’s sitting on the floor, back propped up against the hull and dutifully shining the last of his armor. The gorgeous metal glints in the evening sunset as he reverently rubs an oiled cloth over the surface. He’s got on his good black boots – leather polished and shined, scuff marks banished. His black duraweave has been washed, any rip has been painstakingly repaired.

That’s when you spy a brand new cape hanging on a hook by his head. The heavy wool dyed a luxurious, inky black. You let out a low whistle as you reach out the finger the rich folds in what must have been an incredibly expensive purchase.

You sink down next to him, your gaze softens. This considerate man that has spent the better part of the day getting cleaned up for tonight. A Mandalorian knight in shining armor, all for you.

He doesn’t look at you yet, but he knows you are taking it all in. Pride swells deep within him as you notice all his efforts. Din silently passes the rag over his pauldron again and again. Your heart squeezes tight and you wish you could take off his helmet and kiss him deeply, showing him how much this humble act means to you.

You settle instead for reaching out to gently lift his hand, bringing his knuckles to your mouth. You rub your lips over them. Pressing kisses, your breath ghosts over his skin.

Din stills and looks up at you, his breath a calm rise and fall. He watches you press the palm of his hand to your cheek. You look…..different he thinks. He has never seen you wear face-paint, or whatever it’s called, before. It takes him a moment to compare this new face to the one he has memorized.

“Hello my love” you croon into his calloused palm.

“I don’t need much more time to get ready. Just need to change into my dress. You almost done polishing your armor?”

“Almost” Din replies. “Wanted to make sure my appearance was acceptable to my employer” he playfully tosses out as he watches your face light up. You rise and head to the captain’s quarters to change.

“Oh most definitely, an act which will be richly rewarded for” you wink at him and sashay out of his sight. Din sighs, and standing up too, re-attaches his pauldron.

**********************

Din hired an expensive, closed top speeder to make a proper entrance in. You look over at Din, watching how the glow of the city lights melt over the reflective surface of his helmet. He looks regal in his impenetrable wall of beskar. His new black cape is tucked neatly into his chest plate, sweeping over his broad shoulders and down his back, cloaking him in darkness. His blaster is holstered on one hip, the Darksaber clipped to the other.

You frown, puzzled over why he decided to take the saber tonight. Din is still wary about using the weapon. He doesn’t trust the blade yet and you sense he’s still hesitant about its power. You shake off the creepy aura the saber seems to emit. Perhaps Din felt the blade was safer with him than locked up on Pathfinder.

You smooth your hands down the front of your cloak, luxuriating in the supple fabric. Din hasn’t seen your dress yet, as the tailor thoughtfully provided this extraordinary cloak to guard against the slight chilly evening. You gasped when you saw it and swung it around your shoulders, clasping the delicate, filigree leaf at your throat, relishing how its billows elegantly out to the floor.

You nervously pet the silver vambraces. Din helped snap them on and synced the location device with his own. They warm to your touch and give you a sense of grounding security as your nerves skitter and fizzle. Running your fingers over the embellished surface, you imagine how you will inch your way to Azucar’s posse.

You wonder how you will walk that knife’s edge of tonight’s act. How will you appear as a courtesan, looking to contract your services for the evening, without actually doing so. All the while, inching your way to the drug lord’s inner circle and immersing yourself long enough for Din to gather the intelligence he needs.

Your initial excitement for this plan is waning fast as the reality arrives and the danger of what could go wrong.

It’s not too late, I can back out of this at any moment and Din will be relieved.

Din see’s you nervously squirming and places a gloved hand over yours.

“Don’t fidget. It makes you look nervous when you have no reason to be.”

You let loose a breath and nod, peering out of the dark glass window as the skyscrapers whoosh by.

Din cocks his helmet at you. He knows you are scared and out of your comfort zone. He squeezes your hands reassuringly.

“It’s going to be alright. Remember what I told you. Keep them talking about themselves, don’t volunteer information about yourself. And don’t drink anything here tonight. Not even straight from the bartender. Not even water.”

You turn your head and raise your eyebrows at him. “Not even water? Why?”

“Drugs” Din scoffs. “Sedatives, aphrodisiacs, amongst others. Hold a glass in your hand to blend in, but do notdrink from it.”

Din is attempting to be helpful, but this only makes your stomach churn.

**********************

The speeder pulls up to the club’s entrance. The jetty is hundreds of meters above ground, yet the enormous skyscraper continues to loom above painted in obsidian and gold. Hordes of expensive aircrafts crowd the entrance as humans and species spill from their transporters and head towards the main doors.

Ever the gentleman, Din exits the speeder first to walk around and opens your door for you, extending his hand.

“Are you ready for this?” he tilts his helmet at you, as you take his hand and step out of the speeder. You snake your hand into the crook of his elbow and give him a false smile.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The wide air bridge connects to a towering set of gold doors flung wide open. Directly behind is the grand foyer. As you and Din enter, you gaze up in wonder at the mammoth chandelier. Dripping with thousands of crystals, they catch and scatter light like liquid fire. A staircase made of polished black stone sweeps guests up to the large elevator bay. The nightclub is at the penthouse level, occupying the top four floors.

“Wow” you whisper in awe, as you take in the impressive entrance. You have never seen such a display of wealth and opulence. It makes you feel even more like a foolish charlatan.                      

The two of you stroll to the foot of the stairs and begin the long ascent. You lift the edge of your cloak and dress with your free hand, to avoid face planting on the steps and starting this evening off with a bang.

Solid glass elevators, cut in facets like precious gems, slide silently down rails. Glittering, the enormous elevators open and the two of you are ushered in along with a large group. With a sickening drop, the elevator shoots up with a quiet whir. The seconds stretch on and people whisper amongst their group, trying not to stare at Din. He squeezes your hand in quiet reassurance.

The elevator doors hiss open and the club-goes pour forth. Din gently tows you out and you stare at the gaping expanse of the club before you. A staircase yawns wide to the massive dance floor. Technicolor lights swirl and pivot from huge overhead rigs. Music is pumped steadily through the sound systems and the bass thumps around in your chest in time with the beat. The room is edged with floor after floor of booths, game tables, bars, and secured rooms for what you can guess is private entertainment. There must be thousandsof beings here.

You swerve off to the right to drop your cloak at coat check while Din walks towards the railing to take in the space. A man of discipline and routine, he enters every room and performs a security sweep the same way, every time. His eyes drift left to right, top to bottom. He notes and files away all possible entrances and exits first. Then, he estimates the crowd size, looking for obvious disturbances and threats. The people appear to be behaving – entertained by the music, dancing, and drugs. They also appear to be unarmed, except for club security and the VIP’s privately hired guardians. They loom about, serious and imposing in the roped off sections of the mezzanine level.

He assesses the guards and their weapons. Older, less reliable blasters, or newer models?

Older, prone to jamming.

Are they alert and disciplined? Or are they distracted by their environment and vices?

Attentive and watchful, these beings are well-trained.

Din meticulously documents each bit of information, ruthlessly deciding what can be used to gain the upper hand or exploit a weakness. Din turns his attention away from the main floor to look for you when you suddenly appear, walking confidently across the hall towards him.

His breath hitches in his throat, all external information ceases to exist as he takes you in.

I am so fucked tonight.

Your dress is made from the sheerest chiffon, dyed to a deep sapphire blue. Panels of fabric pinched at your shoulders plunge down your chest, barely covering your breasts before meeting in a deep v at your navel. A silvered belt rests low on your waist, cinching in the delicate fabric. From the belt, your voluminous skirt ripples out in waves, pooling on the floor and flowing out and around you with each step.

The final touch is a single, devastating high slit that travels up the length of your leg, past your thigh and ending at your waist. Each time your leg parts, the slit allows a peak of the tiny, beaded string of your underwear.

You strut your way up to him, one corner of your mouth hiked up in a wry smile as you observe Din staring you down, transfixed. Stopping in front of him, you innocently twist your shoulders around to give him a peak of the back, which there is none. The dress plunges down, ending to a low point above the valley of your bottom.

“Well? Do you like my dress?” You purr softly at him.

Din tilts his helmet up and down the length of you.

“Where’s the rest of it?”

You blink at him. “What do you mean? This…this is it. This is the whole dress.”

“That’s not a dress, its two socks and a belt.”

Truthfully, you knew the dress was shocking and revealing, but that was the whole point. Yet Din’s reaction irked you.

“Normal husbands would say ‘You look lovely dear.’ But no, you’re acting like I’m naked” you reply hotly.

“Youarenaked” he heatedly whispers back. “And stop arguing with me like we are an old, married couple.”

“Weare an old, married couple you insufferable man” you hiss.

“Not tonight. How am supposed to protect you, looking like that?” he jerks his head at your attire.

“If I’m to get close to Azucar, I need to catch the attention of his entourage” you remind him.

He snorts.

Get attention. Fuck, every piece of slime in this place will be trying to get in between those legs.

Din stays silent, the turmoil of his thoughts guarded by his stoic stance, playing the part of the devoted bodyguard.

He should just throw your ass over his shoulder and stomp out of here, straight back to the ship. But you will be hurt and furious if he does that.

“Let’s go!” you command in falsely cheerful tone, pointedly ignoring his sour mood. Without waiting for Din’s retort, you descend stairs towards the main floor, intent on mingling with the other guests.

**********************

This is not going well.

You have chatted up a few beings and humans here and there, even politely declined several offers to join a group in the private rooms. But you have encountered only few guards from Azucar’s entourage and none have seemed interested. For the most part, they haven’t left the safety of their roped-off section.

Not that it matters because Din is, oh stars, Din is something else right now. His barely contained rage seeps out of him in hot waves – searing into any humanoid man that gets near you.

So far, he’s told about a dozen to fuck off, shoved one, and you pretty sure almost decapitated another. Baring his fangs, he is acting so fucking rabid and possessive over you in ways you have never seen before. You are about to lose your mind.

Fuck, you havegot to do something about this man before he explodes, murders every living being here and ruins any chance to gain any useful information about Azucar.

You tilt your head back, pretending to take another sip of champagne. Your gaze falls to the first mezzanine level above the massive dance floor. The private suites line the exterior wall and you watch dozens of humans and creatures duck in and out all night.

Huh.

The night is still young. You figure you have plenty of time to see if you can sweeten Din’s mood a bit. A bit of soothing balm to calm him down, remind him of who you love and belong to.

You grab Din’s hand and cock your head back towards upstairs, a wordless command in your expression. He curtly nods at you once and silently follows you as you cut through the crowd. Curious patrons part immediately for the Mandalorian – whispering and staring in awe at the bodyguard clad in beskar.

You make your way towards one of the private rooms, pressing the discrete button on the panel as the thick door slides open and you step in, Din following behind you. Once inside, you swirl around and quickly study the control panel. Finding what you think is correct combination, you press a few buttons and the door slides close and locks securely in place.

The room is richly appointed in dark crimson velvet, an oversized, plush sofa on one end, a low table with awaiting wine glasses. You find the light controls and dim them to the lowest setting. Din needs the comforting shroud of darkness to feel at ease in a public place.

You walk up to him and wordlessly press your palms on his chest plate, making him back up a few steps. You press again, and he sinks down onto the thick velvet sofa.

“What are you doing?” Din rasps out, his mechanical voice raking out as he studies you from his seat. You are his gleaming sapphire nestled in a box of velvet.

“Turning your mood around my love. I can’t have my Mandalorian guard snarling and biting at everyone.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” he huffs indignantly.

Your lips curls at his bullshit answer. You slide your hands into the slit of the dress, parting the cascading folds of the fabric to reveal to him the impossibly small, beaded underwear. Eyes locked on his visor, you hook your thumbs into the sides and leisurely slide the panties down, stepping daintily out of them.

You bring the delicate undergarment to your nose and inhale deeply, enjoying every moment of Din’s reaction. He visibly stiffens and groans as he watches you breathe in your own musky scent.

“Get over here” he grits out, spreading his legs farther apart and adjusting himself.

“Isthat how you talk to your employer?” you tease and saunter over to him.

You lift your leg and slide onto his lap, straddling him. The feather-light chiffon skirt spreads and drifts down and all around you. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you slowly drag your hips up and back over his rock-hard bulge. Din moans deeply and tilts his head forward, resting on your chest as his hands wrap around your waist.

“I can’t…I can’t fucking stand the thought of anyone touching you. Not tonight looking the way you do, not ever.” Din admits, voice gravely and low, enjoying you rocking up and down his crotch, feeling your wetness begin to soak the front of his pants.

“Shh…I know” You hush him. “I think you need a little reminder of who I belong to” your purr down at him.

Din’s breathing is ragged. He loves this – fucking loves hearing you talk like this.

You reach down and grab his hands and take off his leather gloves, pulling on each finger to loosen them slightly before sliding them all the way off. Watching his visor intently, you slip his hands into the slit of your dress and guide his fingers to your center.

He starts, noticeably surprised when his fingertips meet your bare, butter-soft and butter-slick folds.

“What…what did you do to yourself today, cyar'ika?” he says hoarsely.

“Got an “A” in slut school.”

He groans as you press your hips down on his hand, urging him to explore you. He slides a hand down, palming your naked mound, fingers gently gliding over your wet seam. He moves further down, his index finger pausing and teasing at your entrance.

Surprising you, he continues on until his finger tip finds that tight rim of muscle and swirls around the edge a few times. You shiver and shyly tuck your head into his shoulder as he pets and explores all of this newly naked skin.

Your clit throbs impatiently with a greedy need to be rubbed. Din’s calloused fingers only stroke the fire in the pit of your belly more.

“Din…” you let loose with a shudder.

“I know” he husks.

Din flips you on your back, pinning you in place. With a hard stare of his helmet, he slowly rucks up the layers of your skirt to your waist. Heat prickles your chest as he spreads your legs apart. The cool air kisses your nakedness and you fight the urge to cover yourself from his unbridled stare. Eyes closed, you hear a faint hiss followed by a clank when his helmet meets the floor.

You suck in a harsh breath when you feel a pair of warm lips kiss the inside of your thigh – a calloused hand stroking the skin of the other. Din continues to press kisses into your skin, working towards your center. So close to where you ache for him, he nuzzles the stubble of his scruffy face right where your leg meets your hip. Ticklish and teasing, your legs to quiver and jerk. Din chuckles knowingly at the effect he has over you.

Finally,finally, he lowers his face to you and drags the wide, rough flat of his tongue up your center. You arch your back in bliss. You can feel every tiny detail of his face and lips. The scrape of his facial hair, the wet plush of his lips, the curve of his nose.

He licks of few wide stripes before flicking his tongue over your tiny nub. You jerk and whimper at the intensity of the touch.

“Fuck…you are so soft…and bare” he marvels as he nuzzles his face in your in folds.

“Din…what are you doing” you gasp as he spreads your growing gloss all over your sex with his mouth and tongue.

“Enjoying myself” he murmurs, dragging his lips back and forth over your clit. “Gods, you feel so good like this.”

Din seals his lips over your clit and suckles gently, alternating between little sucks and flicks until you a squirming, wet mess beneath his hot mouth. You paw at his head, his hair, anything to anchor you as you grind your hips into his face, begging him silently for more.

His lips leave you for an instant to wet two fingers. When his mouth returns to your nub, he sinks two fingers inside you roughly. You tense and moan at the stinging stretch, delighting as it fizzles to a low, hot burn. He pumps a few times, curling his fingers in search of your favorite spot.

He finds it. That spongy bit of flesh with ridges like a peach pit, already puffy and swollen for him. He presses on it hard, and ripples of pleasure shoot out from your core. You whimper as he starts his relentless attack, curling his fingers over and over again, coaxing you to the edge. Your legs are quivering, eyes screwed shut as your mind goes blank. All you can focus on is that delicious pressure building deep in you.

Your muscles seize up and you hold your breath as the pressure rushes towards that razor sharp peak. Teetering on the edge, you lungs burn and it rises and rises, pushing to that blinding point of oblivion. Din feels you clenching and he sucks hard on your clit, flicking furiously with his tongue as he shoves you over the top.

Bliss erupts from you center and you clamp down hard, release rushing out of you as you cum on his fingers, still thrusting in and out of you.

Waves of spasms wash over your body as you gasp for air. Your body sinks down deep into the soft couch. You hum in contentment as the waves of chemicals coat your soul, white washing you in pleasure.

You hardly register the shift of weigh before Din hooks your legs over his shoulders. The kiss of cold metal against your skin surprises enough to open your eyes. Din leans his heavy body forward, pushing your knees deep into your own chest, opening your center wide and angling it up. He penetrates you slowly until he hits the bottom of your messy sex.

He looks down and watches himself pull out of you, his cock wet and glistening. He begins to thrust hard in and out of you, hitting the back of your womb with each firm snap of his hips.

Oh gods, the position lets him hit something deep inside you and your cry out. Panting and grunting, Din has you folded in half and spearing you on his cock, but it’s not what you want.

Notthistime, anyway. You want to feel close to him, for reasons you cannot explain yet.

“Wait…stop” you gasp, unable to get a full breath from being crushed in half.

Din stills and pulls out, letting your legs fall back down.

“What’s wrong?” he pants heavily, his eyes filled with concern. “Too much?”

“No..no it’s good. But I want it different. Like this…”

You grab his chest plate and pull him down to you, welcoming the heavy weight of his body. You wrap your legs around his hips and help guide him back into you. He lowers his mouth to yours in a tender kiss as he fully seats himself deep inside you.

Pulling back, he arches an eyebrow high while regarding you thoughtfully.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Uh-huh” you hum, giving him a soft, sweet smile. “The good, old-fashioned way.”

Din tuts and kisses you tenderly while he makes deep little thrusts inside you, building his rhythm slowly back up.

“Its always goodwith you mesh’la” he croons into your lips.

You laugh and bury your face into the cowl of his cape, as he lets loose a choked noise when you muscles contract around him. You let your body go to mush as he reaches his rhythm, rocking with him and taking each curl of his hips.

Creamy-soft and pliant, he pounds into your center, making you a perfect mold of him until his vision blurs and he can feel his release near as his balls draw up tight. You nibble on his neck and ear, and any other patch of skin you can reach to encourage him. Feeling saucy, you whisper some shockingly dirty things into the shell of his ear.

Finally, he stutters and slams into you, squirting waves of hot cum deep inside. Your walls squeeze him tight, milking him, wanting every last drop deep inside you. Spent and wrung dry, Din collapses on top of you, his head nestled into the crook of your neck as he pants for air.

“Fu…fuck me” Din groans out, wrapping his arms tight around you.

“Just did handsome…” you nuzzle into his hair.

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Din is still sprawled on your chest, limbs languid and basking in the post-orgasm glow. Din’s hand has slithered under the panel of fabric of your dress to cup a breast. Occasionally, he sweeps a thumb over the nub of your nipple, coaxing it to harden and pebble with the goosebumps. You giggle at the touch and Din smooths the tickle away with his flat, broad palm. His cock is soft and tender now, but still nestled inside you. Din likes how this feels. He likes smothering you with his body and keeping you filled.

The fact that you will walk away this evening with his cum trickling down your inner thighs washes away the ferocious jealously he felt watching those other males approach you. He doesn’t normally feel possessive over you. But something about tonight’s ruse, your dress, the stress of the job…it was too much.

“Din…” you breathe softly.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think we just made a baby?”

Din’s body goes unnaturally still.

“…what?” he croaks out.

“I forgot to mention that other errand I did today. I had my implant removed.”

Incredulous, Din takes a moment to let the words sink in. He rises and props himself up on one elbow so he can stare down at your face.

“Mesh’la…why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You snort.

“You didn’t tell me we were getting married. So, consider this my payback.”

For a panicked moment, you think Din might be upset with you. But then your eyes search his and you behold a man that cherishes you above all else. Adoringly, his eyes soften as he strokes the back of his hand down the side your face. He lowers his lips to yours and brushes a kiss across your lips. He pulls away just enough to murmur into your lips—

“I’m not sure it works that quickly, but nothing will give me greater joy to see your belly grow with my child.”

You beam up at him and briefly imagine him cradling your swollen belly. Yet, as much as you want to stay holed up in this tiny room forever, it dawns on you that tonight was a total failure. You chew your bottom lip.

“Were not going back out there, are we?”

“No.”

“So, since the mission is over, do we debrief? How did I do?”

Din hums, scratching his jaw.

“Well, let’s start with a review of the evening’s events. You showed up wearing this, giving me a near-heart attack. We didn’t get anywhere near Azucar, bailed halfway through the evening, and decided fucking is more fun anyways.”

You giggle into his chest, burying your face.

“So, what you’re trying to say is, tonight was a raging success?”

Din’s arms give you a squeeze and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“What I’m saying is…you’re a terrible spy. And, you’re fired.”

“Oh Din, how you flatter me. I fear I shall swoon” you tease him.

“This is the way.”

He grins at you and you throw back your head and laugh. Gods, I love this man.

“Come on” he pats your hip softly. “Let’s get your coat and go, I’ll let the driver know that we are ready to leave.”

You sigh and reluctantly sit up, sad to leave the safe embrace of Din’s arms but he’s right. There is no point staying any longer. And the sooner you leave, the sooner you both can get back to the ship, tug on one of his sweaters, and curl into his naked body for a long night’s sleep.

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You tell Din to wait by the front entrance while you go and pick up your cloak, sliding your ticket out from your silver cuff to hand to the droid. Din walks over to the railing overlooking the vast expanse of the dance floor below. He leans on the rail, one ankle casually crossed over the other, observing the crowd below while he waits for you.

You are waiting at the counter, a thin, vicious voice speaks right into your ear, way too close for comfort and startling you as you spin around.

His skin is scaly and reptilian-like. He lacks discernable ears or eyelids, and a voice decoder is embedded in his throat, to help his anatomy speak Basic.

“I heard you’re interested in Azucar’s attentions tonight, yesss?” he slithers out, tongues flicking out and sliding over his lower protruding lip.

You gulp and try to push down the revulsion rising in your throat. Trying your best to fix your face into a placid expression, you reply—

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’ve decided to retire early tonight.”

Your eyes frantically look for Din, but he’s all the way across the grand entrance, back facing you while he’s surveying the club.

Fuck, he can’t see me.

“Not anymore…” His voice snakes quietly out. He slides a firm hand on your lower back to start urging you along. You plant your feet firmly.

“No, I’m sorry I’m leaving now…”

“You’re leaving with me, whore” he hisses back as he brushes back the edge of his coat to reveal to a holstered blaster. The nonverbal gesture clearly communicating you have little choice in the matter.

Your eyes flicker up to his face, your blood has turned to ice in your veins and you have lost all abilities to hide your panic.

He shrugs and almost apologetically hisses out

“Boss wants what he wantsss.”

Soundlessly, you walk away with him. You glance over your shoulder, screamingat Din in silent terror, trying to somehowget his attention as the two of you disappear into the crowd.

Din feels it.

He senses something is wrong and he turns around to locate you at the coat check. He suddenly feels a tightness in his chest and a dread sprouting deep in his belly.

But he can’t find you. His visor snaps quickly to the left and right, but you’re gone.

You’re gone.

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“Target’s name is Azucar” Talon begins and Din audibly groans, rolling his head back and to the side in annoyed recognition.

“I’ve heard of him” Din says, his tone laced with disdain. He leans back in the booth and crosses and ankle over the opposite knee.

Talon nods in solemn agreement and takes another sip of his wine. Turning to you, he continues on and you realize that the rest of this conversation is for your benefit only.

“Azucar is a spice dealer. He rakes in billions of credits a year enslaving and exploiting entire towns to harvest spice and export it. He’s the highest grossing seller and exporter of spice in the local galaxy.”

Billions of credits.

You arestartled by the thought of a single private citizen having that much wealth and power.

“He’s been eluding the Guild for years and creating quite the reputation for himself. He’s a menace and his power and influence grows too strong. I’ve never seen a bounty so large on a single individual before.”

“With a reward that high, why has no one brought him in yet?” you ask.

“They have, but no one has come back…alive” Din softly replies.

The three of you are silent as you ponder the implication of what Din just said. Bounty hunters havegone after him, but no one has survived. Well, shit….

“That’s right,” Talon continues. “Apparently, Karga’s handed out many tracking pucks to hunters over the years, only to send them to certain death.”

You swallow a mouthful of food and jerk your chin at Din.

“How come you’ve never tried to bring him in?”

Din looks down and shakes his head slowly back and forth, fingers idly circling the rim of his water glass.

“He has an army of bodyguards and snitches. No one talks without him listening. Risks were just too high.”

“Until now” Talon drawls out.

Din’s eyes slide over to Karrde and narrow at him in warning.

“Whatever that pea-brain of yours is thinking Karrde, forget it. She’s not going on a hunt with me. Not now, not ever.”

“You flatter me, as always” Talon grins back at Din, before shrugging his great hefty shoulders and shoveling in a forkful of food before speaking—

“However, your little lady made a bargain with me. And now, it’s time to pay up. I took the job on the condition that I could get it done. There is no backing out. Fortunately, I have a plan. Would you like to hear it?”

“Yes” you blurt out, at the same time Din snaps a resounding No. Din glares at you and you glare right back. He emits a long-suffering sigh and looks away, relenting.

Talon’s eyes dance between the two of you with delight before continuing.

“In a month from now, my spies tell me Azucar will be taking up residence at his safe house on Coruscant. There, he frequents the Aura at least one a week to enjoy the comforts of the escorts. It’s the only time he ever leaves the safety of his compound and is at his most vulnerable.”

“What’s the “Aura?” you ask curiously.

“It’s a colossal night club. Everyone who’s anyone goes there for all night gambling, drinking, and whoring. It’s very exclusive.” Ha. You’d bet your pension that Talon’s frequented the business more than a few times.

Din snorts. “So what’s your big plan then? Kill him at the nightclub? I’ll get cut down by blaster fire from fifty armed guards.”

“No, no” Karrde replies back. “Of course not. The plan is simple. You and your wife go to Aura. She pretends to be a high-class escort and you play her Mandalorian bodyguard, giving her credibility to her value and status. She catches Azucar’s eye for a private “session” and slips him something, knocking him unconscious. You spirit him away and no one is the wiser.”

Your jaw slackens while Din stares at Talon, his eyebrows nearly escaping his forehead. You are both too stunned at his brazen plan to speak.

Talon is busy cutting a huge slice of meat to notice your shocked expressions before he casually comments—

“You two have a month to prepare” before he tilts his head at Din. “And If I were you, I’d start learning how to use that Darksaber.”

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“No.”

You and Din are sitting cross-legged on the floor, facing one another. The chef sent a heaping plate of dinner so Din could eat in private. Meanwhile, you were eyeing the decadent, fat slice of dark chocolate cake before you. Compliments of Talon, no doubt.

Din delivers his curt response to you without hesitation. As if he’d everentertain an asinine operation like the one Talon proposed.

“It’s risky, I know” you start again. “But at least considerit. Azucar is too well protected in his compound, so a covert operation makes the most sense and he won’t expect someone crazy enough to attempt it.”

“What happens when things spiral out of control?” Din asks softly, cocking his head at you.

“What happens when that bastard pins you down and has his way with you? You think I’m going to risk that mother fucker touchingyou?” Din grits out between clenched teeth.

Disgust rolls down his body at the thought of that sadistic drug dealer rubbing his murderous hands over his wife. You crying out, panicking, as things quickly escalate. He’d have no chance to rescue you in time. Not without blowing both your covers and dying by blaster fire.

Over his fucking cold, dead, beskar-clad body.

“I have no purpose Din. I need to help people” your voice cutting off his runaway train of dark thoughts.

“I need to do something. Right now, all I feel like is dead weight by your side. I know you don’t think I’m capable, but I am. I went to boot camp. I can shoot and fight. I wasn’t trained as well as you, but I’m skilled too.”

“I never said you weren’t skilled mesh’la” Din says with pained eyes. “I’m just…” the words failing him. “I lost my parents and the kid. Must I risk losing you too?”

You pause and watch Din draw his knees up and brace them in the crooks of his elbows, hands locked in front. You wonder if Din realizes that he’s already using his body to throw up walls and retreat deep inside his head. There is no armor or helmet to hide behind.

He turns his face to the side - longing and anguish paint his features. You feel grateful in that moment that you’ve been given the gift of his face to finally see his emotions play out.

“Do you miss him?” you ask quietly, knowing the answer.

Din hesitates, his forearms tensing and relaxing.

“Every day.”

The softly spoken reply hangs heavy in the air between you. You heart aches for his loss. You miss the child too, but it is nothing compared to what Din feels. You have been reluctant to bring up Grogu too much, not wanting to further his pain. However, you can offer Din a way to move forward and recapture what he has lost.

“I know he can never be replaced, but with this job, we could make a home somewhere and start a family. You could be….a father again.” Your voice is quiet and full of hope.

Din swallows thickly, his pulse quickens. “Is that what you want?”

You nod your head at him – eyes shining brightly. “It is. And I know you want it too. Let me do this one thing, for us. Let me help.”

Din gives you a sidelong glance and concedes you have made a good point. You are both floating in space, empty of purpose for different reasons. You feel adrift without your calling to ground you. He feels devoid of the family and safety he so desperately craves.

I’m tired, Din admits to himself. Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of having no name or clan. This job could be his very last. It’s the biggest bounty he’s ever attempted and it’s enough to find a place to settle down, start a real life, and figure out what, in the actualfuck, he’s supposed to do with that Darksaber. He cannot believe he is agreeing to this nonsense.

He blows out a hard breath, cheeks inflating slightly.

“Fine, but we do this my way. This is just an intelligence-gathering mission. You get us close to Azucar so I can observe his guards and collect information. Everyone has a weakness, we just have to find out what his is so I can exploit it.”

You allow yourself the smallest of smiles, not daring to come across anything near what could be described as gloating. If Din catches a whiff of you reveling in this small victory, the stubborn ass would change his mind instantly.

“What about Talon’s idea of me drugging him?”

“No” Din quickly replies. “That’s too risky. Too many things could go wrong. I’ll figure out another way to get to him.”

“There is oneother thing—“

“No. No more.” Din says abruptly, returning to his dinner and pointedly shoveling in a mouthful of food.

You raise an arched eyebrow. “Have I exhausted your capacity for discussing difficult and emotional issues for the day?”

He grunts. “More like the month.”

You give him a rueful smile and decide to let the poor man eat in peace. One must pick their battles. You turn your focus to the enticing dessert before you.

You sink the edge of your fork into the tender, midnight-black crumb cake. Sliding the fork slowly out of your lips, you close your eyes and hum, letting the moist explosion of nutty flavor melt on your tongue.

You cannot remember the last time you had chocolate. Cocoa beans are only grown on terrestrial planets with the right climate, making the beans incredibly rare and expensive. The amount of beans needed to roast, grind, and churn into chocolate liquor adds to the ghastly price. You can only imagine where or how Talon managed to source such a rare treat.

“Din, you have to try this. It’s incredible.”

You open your eyes and look at Din as he eats, or more accurately,inhales, his food. You smile at this man and his distinctive eating habits.

Din approaches eating like one would approach changing spark plugs in a ship. A basic, required task done without fanfare as efficiently as possible. You watch with fascination as Din scoops all the food, without regard to type or texture, into a giant pile and heaves it into his face hole. There is no pausing to savor the tenderness of the meat or the buttery texture of the potatoes.

No, it is slapped together and force fed down. You aren’t even sure if he pauses long enough to take a breath between swallowing.

“Hey, try this” you say as you take a chunk of cake and slide it onto his plate.

“Hmph” he grunts as you. You watch with horror as he scrapes the tender cake into his pile of veggies, potatoes and meat, mashing it all together before shoveling it in his mouth.

“Good” he replies.

“Din, you don’t have to clump it together like that. You can slow down and enjoy each dish, you know.”

“Why? It’s just food cyar’ika. You eat it and shit it out.”

You sigh. “Did you even tastethe cake?”

“No.”

You chuckle. You set your plate down and swipe a big gob of shiny frosting on your finger. You crawl over to Din and climb into his lap. Din smiles at you while you grab his chin and hold your frosting-covered finger up in front of his mouth.

“Humor me. Just try it.”

Din’s smile broadens to something wicked before capturing your finger with his mouth and lewdly sucking it clean. You giggle and squirm at his ridiculous behavior.

“Well?” you eek out between giggles. “Did you like it?”

“Hmm” he grabs your hand and presses a soft kiss into your wrist. “It’s pretty good” he agrees. “Here, let me see your other hand.”

“Why—?” you start to ask as Din brings your other hand up and swiftly grips them tight in one big hand. He leans over you and swipes another glob of frosting. Before you can screech at him, he smears a little bit across your mouth and crashes his lips over yours.

“Argh!” you sputter and laugh as he licks and sucks your lips. His actions soon change from playful to tender as he starts kissing you in earnest. You melt in his arms and gently pull one of your hands from his grip. He relents and you slip a hand around his neck. You open your mouth wider and encourage him to tangle his tongue with yours. Once you have him fully distracted, you carefully reach your other hand out and blindly search for the plate of cake. You find it and sink your fingers in deep in the moist dessert.

You pull back and lock eyes with Din. You give him the most sugary, innocent smile you can manage. Helpless to your charms, his face softens and he gives you a sweet smile back.

Sucker.

You whip your hand around and smash the handful of cake right into the center of his face. Stunned, Din doesn’t move a muscle as you slowly peel your hand away.

Oh stars, you got him good. The crumbs and frosting are confectionary sludge that is smeared down his face in complete ruin. Din remains frozen, absorbing this traitorous act. With incredible composure, Din begins wiping the cake off his face and licking his fingers. You nervously laugh once, but you grow quiet as he continues to clean his face with deadly calm. When his eyes finally slide to yours, you become very, very still.

His eyes are filled with something feral and purposeful. He pauses mid-sucking a finger and gives you an unnerving smirk.

“Bad fucking girl.”

Your eyes blow open wide at the danger in his voice. Unable to form a single syllable, you wait as Din casually lifts you off his lap and leans back against the side of the bed.

He tugs the front of his pants down and pulls himself out. He gathers a glob of cake from his face and smears it over his thick, swollen head. Turning to you, he grips the hinge of your jaw, pulling you closer so your noses almost touch. Looking at your mouth, he pushes a thumb gently into your parted lips. You suck his thumb obediently as he starts suggestively thrusting it slowly in and out. His deep baritone voice come out liked raked coals.

“And now you are going to clean up the mess you made. All of it. Using only this” and he continues to slide his thumb in and out of your wet lips.

You comply.                  

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“Alright, let’s see what this thing can do” Karrde gamely calls out. Standing opposite Din, Talon is holding the beskar spear, ready for a spar.

After a week of flying, the three of you travelled and landed on a small, quiet terrestrial moon for refueling and supplies. The moon was on the way to Coruscantand served as a convenient outpost for long-haul freighters. The post contained little more than landing docks, repair shops, and junkyards. Din and Talon were able to scope out a secluded spot to dock the ship and allow Din to spend a few days training with the saber while you and Talon stocked up on necessities.

It is early morning and the clearing was covered in frozen-stiff moss and grass. Partially encircling the space were enormous pine trees with long trunks that speared into the sky. Grey bellied clouds rolled in overhead and released a fine, freezing mist over the clearing. Tiny droplets cling to Din’s hair, causing the ends to curl at his nape and around his ears. He shifts his weight and the ground crunches like broken glass beneath his feet.

Din nods at Karrde, takes a deep breath and engages the saber. As the blade oozes out, a wave of oily, dark power snakes up his arm.

“Ugh” he scowls. He hates the way the saber feels. It pulsates and snarls, as if it’s alive and plotting a sinister agenda. Din gets the foreboding feeling that every time he uses the saber, ittakes something from him. What, he can’t be sure of. Din is certain that possession of such power must come at a cost. Din wonders what price he’ll have to pay.

“What? What’s wrong?” Karrde asks curiously, his head tilted. He re-adjusts his grip on the spear.

“I’m not sure” Din replies, eyes falling to the dark blade. “Each time I wield the saber, I get this nasty feeling. As if it’s trying to sink claws in—“

Din doesn’t get to finish. He senses a flash of movement and Talon has fallen upon him – circling the great spear over his head and crashing it down on Din.

Din’s reflexes snap awake. He swings the Darksaber up and blocks the spear before using it to shove Talon off him violently.

“Asshole” Din spits.

“Quit your blathering pretty boy and fight” Karrde taunts. Din charges brutally at him. Beskar and saber clash again and again, turning the spear red-hot from the battling.

Karrde is a power fighter. He uses his size and strength to rush at opponents and stun them by attacking hard – overwhelming them with devastating blows. Din, however, is a clever and deft. He quickly picks up on Karrde’s method and uses it against him. Letting Karrde strike over and over again, Din forces Karrde to grow weary – his blows become slower and weaker.

Din is tiring too. The saber vibrates terribly, causing Din to maintain a death grip as he cuts and slashes in wide arcs. His bad right shoulder, the one he has repeatedly dislocated, complains loudly from the effort. Shooting blasters and pulse rifles don’t require nearly the same strength as wielding the Darksaber. Weeks of planning intelligence missions instead of running down quarries has left him a little out of shape.

Deflecting a thrust from the spear, Din’s upper body twists, giving a small opening. Karrde lands a nasty punch in Din’s side and jerks in pain. Snarling, Din kicks Karrde’s knee, causing him to grunt and stumble sideways. On his way down, Karrde sweeps the spear low, taking Din’s feet out from under him. Together both men collapse on the soggy ground, wheezing.

“Good grief Mando” Karrde gasps. “My mother fights better than you.”

Grinning and panting, Din retorts “She fucks better too.”

Din quickly rolls away, avoiding Karrde’s fist that comes flying out, aiming for his jaw.

Undeterred, Karrde springs up and reaches out to grab the Darksaber, hoping to turn it around on Din and repay him for that nice little comment.

Din anticipates this, snatches the saber first, and chucks it away. Din’s intent was to only fling the Darksaber far enough out of reach so that he could tackle Karrde. However, Din threw the saber with a little bit more muscle than he realized.

Flying in the air, the Darksaber seems to follow a trajectory of its own. Dazed, both men watch as the saber spins on its side in a flat disc, like black rings circling a gas planet.

The saber arcs through the surrounding pine trees in the small clearing. The blade cuts through the massive tree trunks like a hot blade through butter.

The saber swings back around and instinctually, Din lifts his arm. The saber comes hurtling back to him and slams hilt-first into his hand – palm stinging from the force of the catch.

Slack-jawed, the men watch as the trees shudder and slowly topple over. One after another they come crashing down.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The noise is deafening as thick limbs collide and crack against each other. As the treetops hit the soft earth, great clouds of dead pine needles and dirt are kicked up, sending large plumes of debris into the air.

“Shit” Din breathes out heavily, unable to tear his eyes from the destruction. “Did you seethat?”

Hands planted on hips, it takes a moment for Karrde to respond.

“I, uh….I did.”

Slowly turning to Din, whose eyes are still glued to the trees - “that was no normal act of physics Mando. The saber returned to you. As if you were its master and you calledit.”

Amazed, Din finally looks down to marvel at the saber in his hand. Din feels like he is truly seeingthe saber for the first time. Goosebumps pebble the back of his neck.

It’s probably wise to stop now.

As soon as Din has the thought, the saber retracts back into the hilt. Din never touched the activation switch.

He simply thoughtthe act, and the Darksaber obeyed.

Din represses a shudder and tries it again. He looks down at the Darksaber and silently commands without speaking.

Open saber.

The saber slides out obediently and a white-hot streak of fire flashes up his arm –striking the base of his skull. The flash of pain catches Din off guard and he whips his to the side, grimacing.

Karrde watches this entire ordeal with a wary eye while Din takes a moment to recover.

“I can’t use this” Din mutters. “It’s too unpredictable and we don’t even understand how it works. There is something wrong with it Karrde. I can feelit.”

Karrde strokes his goatee in thought.

“Perhaps it can sense your hesitation—your reluctance to harness it. Maybe the saber wants to be owned, Mando. Do you think it can block blaster fire? Like the Jedi’s lightsabers do?”

“I’m not sure. Wait, where are you going? Damn it!”

Karrde is already taking a few steps back from Din. Wordlessly, he reaches under his arm and unholsters his blaster. He takes aim at Din and fires out a few rounds, without even bothering to give him warning.

Din thrashes the saber around, tilting it left and right across his body with quick swipes. The blade easily swallows the bolts, sparking and snapping greedily.

“For fuck’s sake Karrde!” Din shouts, “I don’t have my armor on!”

“You don’t need it!” Karrde brightly calls out before whipping out this other blaster. Double-armed, Karrde fires off round after round at Din. He’s not even trying to avoid hitting his friend now.

Talon is purposefully goading Din. He has a suspicion, but he needs to test it first. This is the only way. Well, no. That is not true. This is not the only way, it’s just the most fun and riling Mando is always a good time in Talon’s book.

It works. Spitting mad, Din arcs and swings the saber with all of his power, relying on it to keep him safe. Din hardly thinks as his arms elegantly hack and swipe the blade through the air, blocking each and every blaster fire. He swiftly reduces the distance and charges at Karrde, his feet tearing chunks of moss and grass in his wake.

Karrde tosses the blasters aside and braces himself for impact, grinning like the fucking lunatic he is.

Din tosses the saber aside too and plows into Karrde, toppling over as they both fall in a heap of arms and legs on the ground. Karrde’s elbow manages to make contact with Din’s nose, his head snapping back from the force. Snarling, Din is grinds Karrde’s face into the dirt while shouting—

“That was my noseshithead!”

Heaving Din off him with an enormous shove, Karrde shouts back between heavy pants—

“It’s a big fucking…gasp… target!”

Karrde is crawling away from Din, struggling to get on his feet, when Din falls on his legs, gripping his feet tight. Karrde wriggles violently and suddenly, his sock covered foot wrenches free, leaving Din clutching nothing but an empty boot to his chest.

“Ha!” Karrde laughs triumphantly as he scrambles up to his feet. Incredulous, Din stares at the empty boot in his hands, before cocking his arm back and chucking it at Karrde.

The heavy boot thumps Talon squarely in the back of his head, causing him to stumble and fall over. Din barks out in laugher before collapsing backwards, hitting the ground with a wet thud.

Gasping for air, both men are sprawled on the ground, chests heaving while they catch their breaths.

“Sorry” Talon manages to get out after a few long minutes. “But I had to confirm it.”

“Confirm what?” Din pants, still enjoying the mental replay of knocking Karrde over with his own damn boot.

Talon takes a deep breath before speaking.

“You’re force-sensitive Mando, you just don’t know it yet.”

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“What,the fuck, happened here?”

The two men sent you to the junkyard armed with a list of parts, supplies, and other odds and ends for the ship. You have returned back just around dusk and were shocked at the scene before you.

The clearing looked like a fierce battle had been waged. There are blaster marks everywhere, scorching deep in the earth. Trees that were perfectly upright when you left are now haphazardly laying on their sides.

Din and Talon are muddy, battered, an apparently ravenous. They don’t seem to give two shits though, as they hunch over their meal, greedily eating charred bits of meat off the bone.

The fire, you observe, is in fact the Darksaber embedded deeply into a pile of chopped wood. The deep, blue-black embers are slow-roasting the wild game suspended above. You also notice that Din is eating in front of Talon. The corner of your mouth quirks up at this small gesture of trust Din is bestowing upon his friend.

Din responds between mouthfuls—

“Learned how to use the Darksaber today.”

“It makes an excellent barbecue” Talon helpfully chimes in.

Din nods in agreement.

You narrow your eyes. They carefully keep their attention focused on their food, but you can tell the two jackasses are suppressing grins.

“Uh-huh. An entire day together and all you two discovered is how to grill meat with it?”

“Don’t question our methods woman” Din teases, while sucking a bone clean.

You roll your eyes and turn to Talon.

“What happened to the trees?”

“They needed a haircut” Talon replies and Din snickers into his plate.

“A…hair cut” you sarcastically repeat. Crossing your arms, you glare down at him. You turn back to Din.

“What about the blaster fire marks? Hmm?”

“What? Oh. That’s Talon’s fault. He shoots like a man with two dicks pisses—sprays everywhere.”

Talon tosses a bone at Din and it pings off his head. Din declined to react and continues plowing through his food in his signature style of eating.

Startled, you whip your head back to Talon.

“Youshot at him?”

Talon shrugs a half shoulder at you while tearing at a chunk of meat with his teeth.

“I had a hypothesis. I needed to test it, scientifically.” The way Talon emphasis the word confirms it was anything but scientific.

Din swears underneath his breath.

“And? What were the results of this veryscientific experiment?” you press.

“That I was correct. As usual.”

Din sighs in exasperation. “Is the strain terrible Karrde? From carrying around that great ego of yours?”

“Sometimes” Talon mildly responds. “But it is a burden all great men must bear, I suppose.”

“Ugh, I hate both of you.”

You’ve heard enough of this nonsense. It was glaringly apparent that you are not getting straight answers out of either of them.

You reach over Din’s shoulder and snatch a prized chunk of meat off his plate and stalk off towards the ship, leaving the two dingbats to their barbecue.

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“Ten hells this is heavy” you huff to Talon and Din, as you continue to push and roll the log, your arms quivering from the effort.

The following morning, the three of you are rolling enormous logs into a line in the decimated clearing. Last night, Din had finally confessed what transpired and Talon suspicions.

Splendid. As if life with Din wasn’t complicated enough. Now, the Darksaber has somehow awakened a power hidden deep down in the recesses of Din’s mind.

You took the news in stride, not wanting to overact and cause more stress than Din was already feeling about the situation. Instead, you offered to help train him. Perhaps learning how to harness the power would help Din wrestle control over the blade. Thus, why the three of you ended up back in the clearing on another fine, cold day.

The men are panting, feet slipping in the mud and moss as they maneuver the logs. You roll the last one into place and stagger back, hands braced on your knees –heart pounding at a gallop.

This exercise is Talon’s idea of ‘training’Din and you are highly skeptical. Talon claims to know the Jedi well, from his years working alongside the rebel alliance, providing intelligence. However, that didn’t make him an expert in using the force and certainly not qualified to teach Din how to wield the Darksaber. Reluctantly, you admitted that he had far more knowledge than either you or Din had about such power. Wiping a sleeve over his brow, Talon explains his idea.

“Alright. Let’s see if you can call the saber back. Throw the saber at the logs, making sure it sinks deep. Then, try retrieving it with your mind.”

“Right” Din replies dubiously before taking a few steps back. You quickly move out of the way, trying not to look so damn nervous. You shiver and rub your hands rapidly up and down your arms. The clearing is dusted in frozen dew and your breath unfurls from your nose in little curls.

Din engages the saber and adjusts his grip so he’s holding it like a javelin. He twists his wide shoulders around, cocks his arm way back and hurls the saber through the air. It impales the log with a thud—hilt wobbling from the momentum.

“Good” Talon grunts. “Now then. Call it back.”

“How?” Din turns to Talon, arms upraised.

Talon strokes his goatee. “Ah, use the force?”

You snort. No one in this clearing has any fucking clue what they are doing. Exasperated, Din snaps–

“How am I supposed to use the force, Karrde? Wave my hands around like an idiot?”

Talon rubs the back of neck, looking uncertain. “Try closing your eyes and thinking it?”

Groaning, Din complies. He raises an outstretched hand and closes his eyes. White breaths huff from his parted lips and the furrow between his brow sinks deeper. He tries to focus on the saber but his mind is distracted. His thoughts are clouded with doubt about his supposed abilities and mistrust of this ancient weapon. He silently commands the saber to return back to him.

Nothing.

Din drops his arm, staring hard at the saber. This is never going to work, he thinks. Karrde is wrong. I’m a just a simple warrior, not some fortune-telling wizard that wields magic.

Din plants his hands on his hips and stares at the ground, deep in thought. You cock your head as you study him. His whole body is tense and he is ill at ease. This isn’t how Din looks when he fights. When he attacks someone, he is calm. His mind goes quiet and gives himself over to instincts and decades of training.

You walk up behind him and slowly wrap your arms around his waist. Din drops his fists and turns his head, wondering what you are doing. You press your face in between his shoulder blades, inhaling deeply. You pull the scent of him - maleness, tilled earth, and wood - into the pit of your lungs and exhale out.

Unraveling your arms, you slide your hands up his back and up over his great big shoulders. He relaxes under your touch. Din understands what you are doing and takes a few steading breaths, letting the tension dissipate from his muscles. You run one hand along the underside of his arm, lifting it - hand outstretched towards the light saber.

“Call it my love” you breathe into his back, eyes closed and pressing your whole body against his. Din feels the weight of your body pressed against him. Warm, solid, and strong.

Strength.

That is what you are to him. You are his rock – his guiding light. Tethering himself to the calming warmth, Din summons the dark bond of the saber. A phantom, razor blade pain slices into the base of his skull. Only this time, he invites it in instead of fighting it. The invasive, dark power seeps in and settles over him. Din rests his gaze calmly on the saber. His body still and his thoughts as clear as cut crystal. He gives his command.

Come.

The saber yanks itself free and soars back to Din’s palm, hot and stinging. Wide-eyed, all three of you stare in collective silence at the saber - snarling and spitting in Din’s grip.

Talon swallows thickly—

“Do it again.”

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You are curled up in an overstuffed chair by the window of your suite, watching Din over the rim of your tea cup. It’s early morning and Din is face-down on the floor and panting. A sheen of sweat is beading down his back, highlighting the thick, taught muscles.

You were guiding him through his morning workout routine, designed to strengthen his upper body and his bum shoulder. If he was going to wield the Darksaber, he needed to put forth an effort to grow even stronger. There is only one more day of travelling left before you arrive at Coruscant, and only two more days before Azucar will be at the Aura.

Din has spent the last weeks doggedly training his mind and body. The latter being a task he most dearly hated. Pissing and moaning, the exercises have become a chore but you have insisted he do them anyways. Mostly, because you look forward to watching him sweat and how his sinewy muscles stretch, contract, and quiver from effort.

You are astonished at what a few weeks of regular, fresh meals and workouts have done for Din. His soft tummy you love resting your head on is gone. His shoulder is fully restored and he can swing and hack the saber for hours without tiring. He can even command the saber a bit—sort of.

It’s still a little wild and unpredictable, but you’ve assured both Din and Talon that you could re-attach a severed hand if you hadto.

However, you think he might have reached his limit this morning. You are sipping your hot tea when he collapses on his stomach, unable to will himself to finish the next and last exercise, pushups. You snuggle deeper into the chair, reveling in the soft feel of Din’s thick sweater. You have taken to wearing his warmer clothes when the chill of the ship seeps into your bones.

This morning, his sweater and a pair of panties are the only things you are wearing as you regard him thoughtfully. You remember how hard it was for him to let you work his injured shoulder. You had to resort to using Grogu as a distraction so Din could relax enough to let you do your job.

The memory gives you a new idea and you nearly laugh out loud at your own dimness. He needs a distraction, just like last time. A game or something to make these exercises bearable. A sinister smile spreads across your face.

“Push-ups. And then you’re done” you remind him.

“I know” Din replies flatly. “How many.”

“Hmm, let’s see. You did sixty-five yesterday. So, seventy today.”

Din groans but doesn’t move. You cock your head at him.

“I’ll make it fun if you do.”

“How’s that” he replies, face still smooshed into the floor.

“Take a look big guy” you respond in a sultry voice.

Intrigued, Din raises his head. As he locks eyes with yours, you scoot your bottom forward and slowly open your knees. You keep spreading them wider and wider, until his eyes fall to the junction of your thighs. He can just make out the tiny valley through the thin white cotton of your panties. You smile and slowly slide your hand down and start petting yourself. Lightly, you stroke your fingers up and down the center of your sex.

Din licks his lips and you watch satisfied as his chestnut eyes darken and his voice comes out ragged.

“What are you doing mesh’la?”

You bite your lower lip. Hook, line, and sinker.

“Do you want to see?” you ask innocently.

“Fuck…yes.” he growls.

“It will cost you ten push-ups.”

Scowling, Din gets to work right away. His arms snap under him and eyes locked on your stroking, he pumps out ten pushups in perfect form.

You place your mug down carefully on the table next to you and with one hand, slowly drag the crotch of your panties to the side. Your sex glistens in the morning sunlight. Your hairs dampen as you feel that delicious, warm heat grow deep inside you.

Entranced, Din rakes his eyes over your most intimate part. You cannot believe you are doing this. But Din’s delightfully depraved mind makes you feel like no sex act or request is too embarrassing or over the top. He is game for anything and everything.

“Should I spread myself for you? Hmm?”

Din practically whines at you in affirmation.

“Ten more then. Now.”

Din presses out the next ten while you use your free hand to spread your lips wide. You stroke a finger down in the crease between your inner and outer lips and let the tissue pull and stretch. You let your head fall lazily to the side and let out a deep sigh.

“Ohfuck” Din hisses. “Show me more.”

“Ten more, big guy.”

Din obeys even as his pace slows a bit. His eyes trained on your center, you circle your clit slowly and give him a small moan. Just a little performance for his efforts as you stroke lazily over your tiny nub and feel it swell.

“Do you want me to put a finger in?”

Din’s eyes are black pits as he grits out. “How many?”

“Ten more” you coo out.

Din grunts with effort now as he heaves himself up and down and you sink a finger deep into yourself. As he pumps his arms, you time the stroke of your finger to the same speed as him. He notices and his mouth hangs open as he pants with exertion.

“Another finger” he commands.

“Ten more” your demand back.

You slip a second finger inside and pump your fingers in time with his arms. He’s slowing down more and his shoulders strain and tremble from the effort.

“Yours feel so much better” you purr out as you continue to slide in and out of yourself.

Din drops his knees to take a break and the look on his face makes your breath hitch in your throat. He’s going to fucking ruin you when this is over. He’s only got twenty more push-ups left.

“Taste yourself.” His voice is barely above a whisper and your mouth forms a small curl.

“That’s going to cost you twenty.”

Din flashes a lopsided, heart-stopping smile as he raises his knees back up and with great effort, starts slowly pressing out the last twenty pushups.

You try to ignore the burning heat spreading across your chest and neck as you crook a finger in deep, making a show of swirling it around to Din – collecting your slick. You slowly slide your finger out and raise it your mouth.

You hear Din mutter desperately as he reverts to Mando’a.

You pause just at your mouth and with coy smile, you instead hike your sweater up and rub your glossy fingers over your nipple.

Din hisses while you continue to stroke the gloss all around your peaked bud until it stands firm and erect, glistening in the soft sunlight.

“Come taste it yourself” you tease him as you fondle your nipple, rolling the hardened nub between your fingers before pulling it out and letting it pop back with a little sigh.

“Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine” Din hisses out between clenched teeth as he counts out the final pushups.

When he hits seventy, you open your eyes to tell him he’s done for the day but all you catch is a flash of sweaty tan muscle. Din springs off the floor and tackles you. You yelp out in surprise as he snatches you from the chair and tosses you on the bed. You bounce once before Din’s body crashes down on yours.

Stunned, he captures your mouth in a commanding kiss while he grasps the side of your panties and pulls fiercely. The fabric crackles and snaps as he tears it off you in a frantic flourish.

“Oh, shit!” you eek. Din shifts his weight to angrily shove down the front of his soft sleeping pants and pulls his cock out. You spread you knees wide and squeeze your eyes shut in preparation for his brutal entry. However, Din’s back and arm muscles have reached muscle failure and he can’t hold his weight. He collapses on top of you with such force it knocks the wind out of your lungs with a loud “oof.”

“Fuck” Din pants out. “I…I can’t do it. I can’t hold myself up anymore.”

You burst out laughing and wrap your arms around his neck and Din starts laughing too. His arms are dead meat by his sides and his sweaty chest sticks to your breasts where your sweater was rucked up.

“Oh well, I guess maybe later then” you say teasingly.

Din groans in deep agony as you laugh at his pitiful cry. You nuzzle your nose into his temple and press a soothing kiss there.

“I’mkidding Din. Roll over you big lug.”

You help push him over and he flops onto his back. You straddle his hips and lean over him, lifting the hem of your sweater to expose your wet nipple. You bring your breast up and tease the tip of your erect peak down the bridge of his nose, before hovering it just over his lips. Din grasps your breast and captures your peak deeply in his mouth, sucking hard. Din hums in content at your musky, womanly taste.

Your eyes close and you let out a faint moan as Din gently bites down. Zips of arousal circle and course through your breasts at the strange mixture of pain and pleasure. Din reaches his other hand down between your bodies and inserts a finger deep inside of you, dragging your slick up the center of your slit and starts circling your throbbing little bud. Din continues to suckle and clamp down on your nipple while circling your clit and heady combination sets your body ablaze. You feel your build rise steadily, but your insides have nothing to grip on. You feel the overwhelming need to be stretched and stuffed.

You gently pull his face off your breast to sit up to turn around - straddling him backwards.  

“Where are you—”

Din asks, puzzled until it becomes clear to him what you are going to do. You toss him a mischievous smile over your shoulder while you grab his cock at the base. You gently rock your hips up and down, rubbing your puffy, wet sex up and down his length. Feeling him tense and buck against you, his cock twitches with anticipation.

Din grabs your hips gently and helps guide you down over his throbbing dick. Fuck, he’s not going to last long as he watches himself disappear into the tight, hot heat of you. Once you are fully seated, you slowly walk your hands forward until your breasts lay flush against his legs. The position causes your hips to rotate up, granting Din a front row seat. You slowly bob up and down on his cock, slicking him with your thick gloss.

Din grunts in satisfaction as he pushes the hem of your, his, sweater higher up your back. He drags his hands to the fleshy globes of your buttocks – keeping you spread open.

“Godsmesh’la” he says tightly, as he stares in wonder at sight before him. Your folds stretched wide and the tender tissue of your hot sheath gliding over and over him.

“Enjoying the view my love?” you ask, voice muffled.

“You have no idea” he grits out, his voice strained and it causes you to chuckle softly.

He’s unable to pull his eyes away as he lifts your hips up an only lets you sink down far enough to catch his ring on the rim of your entrance. You understand what he wants and indulge him.

In and out, in and out, you slide just the tip of his wide, blunt head until you are burning with heat and desperate to sink all the way down.

His grip holds firm and he forces you to keep kissing his head with your sex until you whimper and plead to have him all the way inside you. Din relaxes his grip and lets you sink down and your eyes flutter shut as your walls strain and burn from his girth. You both moan in unison at the bliss of being sheathed to the hilt.

Your heart pounds in your bundle of nerves, demanding friction. You reach your hand down to start rubbing tight circles over your clit as you work yourself up and down his cock. Your climax winds tighter and tighter as you flicker your finger over your stiff peak, waggling it faster and faster as your whole body goes ridged with the effort.

“Shit. How did I get so…fucking…lucky” Din groans out as your rhythm builds. “My sweet riduur…fucking me like this…”

Din can feel your walls clenching around him hard and he can tell you are getting close.

“Don’t stop..fuck..that’s it. Keep going.”

Din watches your tight pussy fall apart. Your muscles flutter and squeeze his cock hard in undulating waves of release. He keeps your ass cheeks spread wide so can fuck up into as you shake and tremble through your orgasm, making your cry out in pleasure. A fresh coat of your release oozes out and coats him.

The visual is too much for Din. His pleasure builds quickly and spins out of his control. The speed and power in which he erupts takes him by surprise. His hips stutter and jerk as his dick spits hard and deep into you. You moan with relief when you feel his warm seed bloom inside.

Oh fuck, look at that beautiful sight.

His brain short-circuits as he sees his creamy cum spills out down his cock. He lazily drags your hips up and down his shaft, extending the sweet descent of his climax as long as possible. With an enormous sigh, his head and arms fall back. He is spent. Mind, body, and soul have separated and hover over him as he breathes heavily through the come down of his high.

You gingerly lift off him, and carefully position yourself by his side. Din uses the last of his strength to drag you across his body, his preferred position while his body quiets. Your swollen breasts press into his chest, and one knee hitched high and over his hip. You feel sated and content.

Wow, that must have been good. Din is speechless as you circle a finger around one of his nipples. His breath is slowing down when you hear a tiny snore escape.

Surprised, you lift your head to look up at him and he is…dead asleep.

You giggle quietly to yourself. He is doneand you gloat with pride knowing that you knocked him out cold with all the teasing and love making. Stealthily, you extract yourself from bed. Not that you should have bothered, a tie fighter’s blood-curdling scream couldn’t wake him now. You fish out a fresh pair of panties and leggings, wondering how many pairs of underwear Din has destroyed so far.

Dressed, you slip out of the room and head to the dining area in search of breakfast.

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You’ve just about finished eating your food when you hear the soft pad of footsteps behind you.

Din walks up behind you and nuzzles his face into your neck. You close your eyes and angle your head, unable to resist his affectionate display. You hear a soft clink and your eyes open and glance down at the table. Din has placed two wide and silver cuffs before you.

They are stunning.

Amazed, you pick one up and are enthralled by the heft and detail. Intricate and feminine tribal scroll work adorn the surface. You turn them over and spy the tiny mud horn seal embossed at the edges. You notice the inside of the cuff and recognize the tell-tale sign of miniscule hidden internal mechanics.

“These aren’t just cuffs…” you trail off.

“No” Din responds giving you a quick kiss and nuzzle to your temple. “They’re vambraces. I made them especially for you.”

Din trails a finger over a spiral of dainty dots, cleverly incorporated with the decorative embellishes.

“Comms link.”

His finger slides over to a small, raised button and depresses it. You gasp as the hilt of a slim knife shoots out one end.

“Dagger.” 

He picks up the other cuff and slides a compartment out of the end.

“Secret compartment.”

Lastly, he traces a fingertip over a small, raised bump, carved in the shape of a shell.

“Embedded tracking device, so we can always find our way back to each other.”

Speechless, you turn over the vambraces and slip them on. They wrap around and fit your forearms perfectly.

“We’ll, look at that.” Din murmurs lovingly next to your ear.

“Solider. Doctor. Spy.”

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It wasn’t often that you spent much time in one of the gambling dens on Canto Bight. Often the atmosphere was too much, or the table too rich, but this was interesting. When the Mandalorian had sat down at the table, several were concerned that the obvious bounty hunter had pucks on them. It was clear by the way they quickly gathered their credits and scattered to the four winds. You had been annoyed at that, seeing the potential profit you had been betting on slip through your fingers. Instead, he hadn’t got up to go after one of them or pull out a puck for anyone still seated. He pulled out a pouch of credits and tossed them down, obviously wanting to play. You raise a brow and toss down your latest hand, forfeit since so many left the table. “You’re gonna play, Mando?” You ask in disbelief. 

Din tilts his helmet, glad for the visor which makes it easier for him to bluff. “I heard from others that you are betting a ship. I need one. Let’s play.” He orders, gesturing for the dealer to cut the deck. You hum, picking up your drink to take a sip, the others warily looking at each other, unsure of whether they wish to play a Mandalorian. If he loses, he could decide to kill them then and there. Once Din has his cards, he is careful to make sure they are not reflected in his visor as he eyes his hand.

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This was just. Oh my fuck.

Can’t believe I have to go out into the real world after getting my brain fucked like this.

Okay, so I was hoping to reach this by the end of the year, but since I’ve hit it early (thanks to all of you lovely, beautiful readers out there  ) I’ve decided to reopen requests early too!

I’ve just finished compiling a prompt masterlist to help out anyone wanting to send a request in, and I’m going to try adding a link in my bio, as well as on here, and just posting it to my blog for your perusal. 

Is this a good idea considering I’m already behind on my current posting schedule? I mean…probably not (people be talking about Dincember, but I’m already gearing up for Djarinuary). However, I’m looking forward to seeing what you can come up with for me, and since the latest episode gave me more serotonin than my brain has had in years I’m super looking forward to requests relevant to that!

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Summary

Din Djarin has lost everything. Grogu is gone, his ship was destroyed, and he’s alone again. Unsure of what lies next for him, and questioning his Creed deeply after revealing his face to Grogu during their emotional goodbye, Din heads back to Nevarro to see his friends, Greef and Cara.

When he arrives, he finds Letos’ Grack, a merciless bounty hunter he’d crossed paths with in the past, trying to hand off his latest capture—you. Well aware of how cruel Letos’ could be and having heard his declaration of executing you if he does not receive the reward for your capture, Din kills him.

After setting you free, you make it clear you have no where to go and Greef offers both you and Din a safe place to stay. Although grateful, you refuse to reveal anything about yourself to Din or the others, including who had the bounty out on you. And as he gets to know you, his feelings evolve into something he doesn’t understand, until Din begins to reassess his options and lay everything on the line.

Based post season 2 of the Mandolorian, slightly off cannon because I’ve kept out the bit where he gets the Dark Saber and is ruler of Mandalore.

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Warnings: 18+, violence, eventual smut, language.

…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…

Sanctuary — Coming Soon 2022

Burc'ya - friend/my friend

Gedet'ye udessi - Calm down/calm yourself

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Short Debts Make Long Friends - snippet from Ch. 7

“What are you doing?” he asks, confused.

“Going to sleep,” you answer matter-of-factly. 

“But – ”

“I promised to stop worrying about paying you back,“ you point out, "I didn’t promise to sleep on the bed. Sweet dreams.”

You snuggle down on the floor with your blanket and pillow, all smiles, and he suddenly realizes has he just walked straight into a trap of his own making.

Dank fucking ferrik karking damn it to hell.

“I’ll buy you the droid,” he offers, voice flat.

You pop straight up back from the pillow. “Huh?”

He shouldn’t have been so quick to put the helmet back on. It would be very nice to be able to close his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“Share the bed with me and I’ll buy you the droid.” He hears his own words play back in his head and cringes. 

“Back home that would be considered a form of prostitution,” you brightly observe.

His wince deepens into a grimace. Shit shit shit shit – 

Your nose wrinkles. “Do I still have to stop worrying about paying you back?”

“Yes!” he explodes. This was already a raw deal; who knows what you might trick him into doing next?

Short Debts Make Long Friends - Stories of Mando and Reader. Or, an overeducated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

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