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Din Djarin x Reader 

Modern AU

Words: 1990

Summary: Din Djarin is the most influential man in the entire world. But even the most influential needed something more, something he found in a place he never expected to.

Din Djarin is one of the most influential men in the entire world, he has everything a person could ever want and more.

He was rich, he had power and people were afraid of him. He was a true leader who feared no one but everyone feared him.

And just as they say that behind every successful man there is a woman it was true in his case as well. 

It all began when he was on his way home from a job, his driver vent into a part of the city which was really dangerous, not that he cared because no one would even dare to look at him let alone attack or rob him. As they were driving through the streets Din was looking outside looking at the people out on the street, he saw prostitutes, drug addicts, drug sellers and many homeless people.

Then as they stopped at a red light he saw someone, a young woman carrying a small child in her arms as she was making her way through the streets. Din Didn’t know what was about her that caught his eye he was sure he had seen many women like her but there was just something about her, something he couldn’t quite understand but he was interested. But as the light turned green again the driver began to drive and Din could only see her getting smaller and smaller and then he took a turn completely losing her sight.

The next time Din saw this woman was in a different part of the city, but she still looked the same, same coat, same shoes, and the same child. He was sitting at a coffee store, enjoying his lunch when he saw her. Again Din found himself being interested. But she soon left.

Then the third time Din asked his driver to go the same route they went a couple of weeks ago, he wanted to see her he wasn’t sure why but he wanted to, and he did. She was getting out of a convenience store when he saw her. However, he also noticed the couple meant that was heading her way, he made his driver stop the car he got out and as the man saw him, the smirks disappeared from their faces as they looked down and quickly walked the other way they came from.

Din didn’t talk to her, but she did look at him, she offers him a warm smile before she walked away.

This is when Din realized that he wanted to know more about her, he wanted her, and he will always get what he wants.

So, he called up one of his most trusted men, Boba Fett, who was an assassin, Din explained to him that all he wanted was more information about the woman he didn’t want her dead.

Boba I know better than to question his bosses requests so he nodded and went along to carry out the job.

Din couldn’t wait, he was good at many things but patience was not one of them.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Boba to find out everything about her and so he gave all the information to his boss.

When Din those final left alone in his office he opened up the envelope, it was possibly the thinnest envelope he has ever seen in his entire life.

Her name was Y/N Y/L/N, an orphan there was very little information about her a couple of schools she attended, a couple of jobs that he had during her life, however, there was no mention of a child anywhere, no birth certificate for the little one no hospital entries or anything like that. Which made him even more curious, did she hide a kid from someone in that’s why there was no information about the kid or what was going on? Could it be that she stole the kid from someone or found him?

From her papers it was clear that she wasn’t a harmful person which he already knew just based on the smile she gave him, he knew when someone recognized him he knew when someone knew who he was but she had no clue, the smile she gave him was genuine not out of fear or respect it was a genuine smile something Din hadn’t seen in a long while.

The story of him talking to her for the first time was completely by chance, he was at his usual place in the café then he saw her once again when he saw her pass on the street as she was walking past the many people someone ran into her knocking her over and no one even looked at her everyone just walked past like nothing happened. Din didn’t even recognize his legs moving, he only realized that he was standing right beside her when he began talking.

“Are you okay?” he asked he offered his hand to her so she could stand up again. 

She smiled at him again, “Yes, thank you I’m fine.” She said as she took his hand and got up. She checked the kid and so did Din. The baby looked nothing like her, still sleeping as if nothing happened.

“Is he okay?” Din asked.

“He is, thank you. He is a heavy sleeper. Thank you again,” she said before she smiled at him, and started to leave. But Din grabbed her arm. She immediately looked at him, scared.

“I-I just.” he stuttered. Din Djarin just stuttered. For the first time in his life. “I like you.” he said.

“Thank you, Sir, but you don’t know me.”

“Let me get to know you. I want to know you!” the desperation in his voice was clear. He guessed she felt bad for him, and she agreed to meet him tomorrow same place.

—

You still couldn’t believe it.

What would a well-dressed handsome and rich man like him want from you? You were almost homeless, with a child. Why would he want to know a person like that?

Did he think you were some kind of prostitute or something? No, he wouldn’t have offered you lunch in that case.

Then, the next day, with Grogu in your arms, you made your way to the place you agreed to meet the man, who you learned was named Din. After many long debates about whether you should go or not, you decided to go.

There was something in his eyes which told you that you could trust him.

So, your first date came. At the time you didn’t even know it was a date.

And what a disaster it was.

You were a mess, lost in the luxury that seemed so evident to him. People looked at you with disgust in their eyes.

At least your son had a fun time, eating whatever he wanted and Din was really affectionate towards him.

In Din’s eyes, the date went amazingly. You looked beautiful and he loved hearing you talk, you weren’t so different from him, the difference was that now he had money in the bank.

Din Djarin was your savior.

He saved you from the awful world, he gave you shelter and loved you.

You realized you were in love during your fourth date with him when he took you and Grogu to the Zoo. The way he lifted Grogu so he could see the lion warmed your heart.

That was the first night you spent at Din’s place. And although you knew he had a completely different lifestyle, when seeing his mansion, you were left speechless.

But you also knew that was only the outside. Inside Din was much more than a multimillionaire with a gang to his name.

He was kind, affectionate and loyal. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he listened and remembered.

It was the first time you could properly celebrate your son’s birthday.

“He is getting so big.” Din said as he watched Grogu running around the backyard. He rented out three bouncy houses, a giant ball pit and there were way too much food considering no one was invited. You watched the man you love smile at your son, and you decided this was the time to tell him.

“Three years ago, I found him by a dumpster. He was just a newborn, crying. The most terrible part is that someone placed bags on him either to hide him or they didn’t even care that a kid was there and just left their garbage on him. He is not my blood but he is my son.”

“It always amazes me how strong you are, My Love.”

Din was not expecting that the kid was treated so poorly. Thankfully you found him, and Din found you.

Only after two years of getting to know Din was enough for you, you knew he was the one. The one you wanted to live your life with.

And only just one year later, Din finally gathered his courage to ask you to marry him. You made it official with a beautiful ceremony.

“Do we really have to go?” asked an annoyed Din. “We could celebrate our wedding anniversary from here, why should we go to a theater?”

“Because I heard great things about this play and I want to see it. I told you if you don’t want to go, I could have gone with my friends!” you said from the bathroom as you were finishing up with your hair. The dress you had on was pure perfection as you knew your husband loved seeing red on you.

“Okay, okay. And then we go to that restaurant, as I wanted to.”

“Exactly, theater, dinner, and then when we get home we can have sex.” you said as you got out of the bathroom. “What do you think? Do I look nice?”

“Can we maybe start with the last option on your list?” he said as he headed over to you, smirking.

“Nooo, we’ll be late, let’s go.”

Din let out an annoyed groan. You would always win.

Din had to be honest, he enjoyed the play, although he wasn’t a big fan of musicals, this one was actually rather good, but he was too proud to admit.

During dinner, he couldn’t take his eyes off of your breasts. The dress that you wore was covering them, but he just couldn’t look away.

“My eyes are up here Mr Djarin,” you said as you took a sip from the lemonade you ordered.

“Did they grow?” he asked looking into your eyes finally.

“I have a new bra. Maybe it’s that.”

“No.” 

He knew you too well.

And during dessert, you were ready to tell him about your surprise.

“I do have something for you.” you said as you watched him sip his champagne, you didn’t even touch yours.

You pulled out the small box from your bag and handed it to him.

“I thought you said no presents.”

“In a way, this is for both of us.” his eyes widened. “Not like that, you pervert! Just open it.”

Din opened the ribbon and the box, he took out the pacifier from it.

“I’m pregnant.” you said before he could ask anything. “The doctor confirmed yesterday.”

“We are going to have another little one?” the way he said that made you want to jump at him and kiss him.

“Yes.”

He smiled at you, tears gathered in his eyes.

“Don’t cry love please, I know you are happy but someone could see you. The fearless leader might lose his reputation.” you laughed, trying to make him laugh as well, but he only smiled.

The house of Djarin grew, he was now a husband and a father. Something he was rather proud of instead of his fearful title.

From having one child to having two and now his wife was pregnant with their fourth, Din couldn’t believe his luck. He had a family now not only his empire.

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ˇAO3ˇ

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!

—

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.

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

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.

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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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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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