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finniigan · 2 years

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Here they are finally! After doing practicing some more and doing a couple face studies of Tem, I can now proudly post all my clone oc's - everyone please welcome cub squad!

I'll be putting up individual posts with bios for all of them in the coming days heh, I'm real happy with how they turned out :D

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vodika-vibes · 15 days

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Ok, stream off a little. *Puts sugar in the table*. Favorites endearings terms for each clone? (Give and receive, I'm sure Cody enjoy Commander in bed!)

Like, I know (ner) sarad, sarad'ika, riduur, ca'tra, cyare, cyar'ika, kar'ta, mesh'la, me'suum'ika, runi?... with all of that nobody in this blessed fandom has teach me how to tell kitten, little bird or star. Dishonor of them... (though on the other hand know more words in mando'a than in german ie...)

I read once jare mean kamikaze/daredevil and I'm waiting for the fic using jare'ika or whatever!

Pet names! I live for pet names~

Alright. Like you said, Cody loves being called Commander in bed. Also, so do Fox and Wolffe, though I think Fox isn't actively aware of it yet.

Jesse and Hardcase use terms like Babe and Angel, and I tend to have their partners call them love or darling.

Little Bird is sen'ika, by the by.

I had Hunter call someone copikla, which means charming/cute (but it's meant to be directed at animals and babies, not grown women, lol.)

Technically Ka'ra is stars, but like, in the lion king "ancient kings looking down and watching over us" kind of way.

#star wars #answered asks

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cloned-eyes · 1 year

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Dropping my other oc's cuz why not

Rha

Bad Batch Medic

Looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you. Burned out and tired 24/7. Just get her some coffein. Originally supossed to be Crosshairs gf but as of late I think her and Hunter would have more chemistry.

Ca'tra aka the Great Devourer

Space entity which the Batch accidenttly summoned while helping Phee liberating some more artefacts. Currently roams the oceans of Pabu until she is strong enough to return into her home dimension. I soley made her up because of how Tech said "facinating" in that one episode.

Uros

I had her since i was 10. She's a jedi with questional morals and was trained by Master Plo Koon. Currently trains a trandoshan Padawan

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #the bad batch #star wars oc #star wars fanart #my babies #i love them so much #yet i continue to ignore them #ups #eyesdraws

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setaripendragon · 1 year

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Sunlight by Hozier - in Mando'a

If you remember this post where I translated I See Fire into Sindarin, you probably won't be all that surprised by this. I've fallen head-first into the Star Wars fandom (admittedly second-hand, but still), and of course, being me, I went straight for the conlangs. Mando'a might not be the most fleshed out language of the GFFA, but it is the one with the most Culture, at least in the fandom, so it's the one I gravitated to. And honestly, I really like how... brisk it is? It drops unnecessary pronouns and verbs, barely bothers with tense at all, and contracts everything. It's so much fun to play with.

Sunlight isn't the first song I started translating into it (that would be Born For This from the Spiderverse movie), but it is the first one I've finished, because matching Mando'a to English scansion is hell. It struck me as a very Codywan song, which is why I picked it to translate (yes, I do imagine Obi-wan composing/singing it in honour of Cody pretty much every time I listen to it).

I did have to make up a couple of words because the dictionary I use didn't have even a near-equivalent to the concept I was looking for, and those will be marked with a * and I'll add the 'etymology' of them at the end. (If anyone knows any other Mando'dictionaries, throwing me a link will win you my undying gratitude.) I also had to get creative with my interpreations of the meaning of certain lines, since, just to pick the most obvious example, Mandalorians probably don't have the myth of Icarus like we do.

Any feedback, advice, or just general linguistics flailing is always welcome. Now, without further ado, here it is:

Tran'nau* (Sunlight)

Ni ru'nevor nau (I shunned the light) Ru'medinui naak be ca'tra (I shared in the peace of night) Ni nu'mirdi ba'slanar (I wouldn't think to leave) Par tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Tion'ad karta nu'redal (Whose heart doesn't dance) Dar'shekemi tra be ca'tra (Wouldn't abandon the stars of night) Sha solyc hettyc haa'it (At first burning vision) Be tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Ni r'echoyla ba'gar, tran'nau (I was lost to you, sunlight) Ru'miy sa kisen* ba'gar, tran'nau (Flew like a moth to you, sunlight) Ner tran'nau (My sunlight)

Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Gehat'ik arasuum (The tale remains the same) Ru'rejor bal ven'rejor (Told before and told again) Runi ru'got* lo ciryc pitat (The soul that's born in the cold rain) Kar'mir tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Mar'e lis dinuir gai (At last I can give a name) Ba tracin haaranovyc (To a hidden flame) Sa kar'tayli darasuum (As love/knowing forever) Ner tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (My sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

An tengaana ba'ni, tran'nau (All that's displayed to me, sunlight) Ratiin kar'mir ba'ni, tran'nau (Is always known to me, sunlight) Ner tran'nau (My sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Tran'nau (Sunlight)

An ner alii'gai* lo gar gaan solus (All that I am is in your hands) Ke'juri ni ulyc, ner tran'nau (Carry me carefully, my sunlight) An ner alii'gai* lo gar gaan solus (All that I am is in your hands) Ke'juri ni ulyc, ner tran'nau (Carry me carefully, my sunlight)

Antuur* mhi cuy tome (Everyday we exist together) Kar'mir gar ner shereshoy (Know that you're my reason for living) Ner oya bal kyr slati* gar (My life and death belong to you) Ner tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (My sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Narbatir* sen'tra (Wearing a jetpack) Kyr'nayl'gam* briikasyc (I'm death-trap clad happily) Galar carud ni trattokor (Spilling smoke I fall) Chur tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Gar kar'tayli tran'nau (Your love is sunlight) Gar kar'tayli tran'nau, tran'nau, tran'nau (Your love is sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Tran'nau (Sunlight) Tran'nau (Sunlight) Tran'nau (Sunlight) Tran'nau (Sunlight) Tran'nau (Sunlight)

[*tran'nau = tra (star field)/tranyc (sunny) + nau (light)] [*kisen (moth) = kih (small) + senaar (bird)] [*ru'got (born) = ru- (past prefix) + goten (birth)] [*alii'gai (identity) = aliit (clan)/aliik (sigil/symbol) + gai (name). This is technically already a word that means 'colours', but I took that to mean specifcally the colours one wears on their armour, the 'face' they show the world, i.e. their identity.] [*antuur (everyday) = anay (every) + tuur (day)] [*slatir (to belong to) = slanar (to go) + ti (with). I took the inspiration for this from the etymology of the word 'belong' in English.] [*narbatir (to wear/to put on) = narir (to put) + bat (on)] [*kyr'nayl'gam (death-trap-skinned) = kyr (end/death) + gaanaylir (to trap) + 'gam (skin). Since beskar'gam is literally 'metal-skin' and the word for skin literally translates to 'soft-skin', I figured it could also be poetically used to mean 'clad in']

#Mando'a #Star Wars #Codywan #song lyrics #translation #conlanging #Mandalorians #back on my linguistics bullshit #why yes I did deliberately not-quite parallel mandalorian wedding vows in this #and I figure the mandalorian version of 'wings made of wax' would be like a shitty jetpack or something #this is just what I do when I have writers block #and I've had a lot of writers block this last couple of years #I have SO MANY half-translated songs on my hard drive #so many

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din-djarins-riduur · 2 years

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It’s our time vode. Our time for the galaxy to know the call to Mandalore. They cannot destroy us. We don’t need an Empire. We don’t need a Republic. We only need our clans, our honor, our faith, and our hearts. Our culture hasn’t died. We are still here. Oya! Oya! Oya!

Vode An

Kote!

Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.

Manda’yaim a'den mhi, Vode an.

Bal kote, darasuum kote,

Jorso'ran kando a tome.

Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an.

Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.

Manda’yaim a'den mhi, Vode an.

Bal...

Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.

Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.

Aruetyc runi solus cet o'r.

Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.

Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.

Aruetyc runi trattok'o.

Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!

[Basic Translation]

Glory!

One indomitable heart, Brothers all.

We, the wrath of Mandalore, Brothers all.

And glory, eternal glory,

We shall bear its weight together.

Forged like the saber in the fires of death, Brothers all.

One indomitable heart, Brothers all.

We, the wrath of Mandalore, Brothers all.

And...

Those who stand before us light the night sky in flame.

Our vengeance burns brighter still.

Every last traitorous soul shall kneel.

Those who stand before us light the night sky in flame.

Our vengeance burns brighter still.

Every last traitorous soul shall fall.

Forged like the saber in the fires of death, Brothers all!

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booklindworm · 1 year

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Star Wars: Republic Commando Soundtrack (2005)

My best try at transcribing the songs into IPA. If you find mistakes, please tell me.

Vode An (Brothers All)

Kote! -> /kote/

Kandosii sa kaʻrta, Vode an. -> /kantosiː sa kaʔrota | vote an/ Coruscanta aʻden mhi, Vode an. -> /korusanta aʔden mi | vote an/ Bal kote, darasuum kote, -> /bal kote | darasuːm kote/ Jorsoʻran kando a tome. -> /ʝorsoʔran kanto a tome/

Graʻtua cuun hett su dralshyʻa. -> /graʔtua kun het su dralʃiʝa/ Aruetyc talyc runiʻla trattokʻo. -> /aru.etak talak runiʔla trattokʔo/ Sa kyrʻam nau tracyn kad, Vode an. -> /sa kyrʔam naʊ̯ tra.ʃyn kad | ˈvote an/

Motir caʻtra nau tracinya. -> /motir kaʔtra naʊ̯ tra.sinʝa/ Graʻtua cuun hett su dralshyʻa. -> /graʔtua kun het su dralʃiʝa/ Aruetyc talyc runiʻla solus cet oʻr -> /aru.etak talak runiʔla solus set oʔor/

Motir caʻtra nau tracinya. -> /motir kaʔtra naʊ̯ tra.sinʝa/ Graʻtua cuun hett su dralshyʻa. -> /graʔtua kun het su dralʃiʝa/ Aruetyc talyc runiʻla trattokʻo. -> /aru.etak talak runiʔla trattokʔo/ Sa kyrʻam nau tracyn kad, Vode an. -> /sa kyrʔam naʊ̯ tra.ʃyn kad | ˈvote an/

[Prologue] [The Egg Room]

Graʻtua Cuun (Our Vengeance)

Motir caʻtra nau tracinya. -> /motir kaʔtra naʊ̯ tra.sinʝa/ Graʻtua cuun hett su dralshyʻa. -> /graʔtua kun het su dralʃiʝa/ Taung! -> /tɔːŋ/

Motir caʻtra nau tracinya. -> /motir kaʔtra naʊ̯ tra.sinʝa/ Graʻtua cuun hett su dralshyʻa. -> /graʔtua kun het su dralʃiʝa/ Aruetyc runiʻla solus cet oʻr prudii an -> /aru.etak runiʔla solus set oʔor prudiː an/

Motir caʻtra nau tracinya. -> /motir kaʔtra naʊ̯ tra.sinʝa/ Graʻtua cuun hett su dralshyʻa. -> /graʔtua kun het su dralʃiʝa/ Aruetyc runiʻla trattokʻo. -> /aru.etak runiʔla trattokʔo/ Sa kyrʻam nau tracyn kad, Vode an. -> /sa kyrʔam naʊ̯ tra.ʃyn kad | ˈvote an/

Motir caʻtra nau tracinya. -> /motir kaʔtra naʊ̯ tra.sinʝa/ Graʻtua cuun hett su dralshyʻa. -> /graʔtua kun het su dralʃiʝa/ Taung! -> /tɔːŋ/

Bal kote, darasuum kote, -> /bal kote | darasuːm kote/ Jorsoʻran kando a tome. -> /ʝorsoʔran kanto a tome/ Sa kyrʻam nau tracyn kad, Vode an. -> /sa kyrʔam naʊ̯ tra.ʃyn kad | ˈvote an/

[Improvised Entry] [They Must Be Asleep] [The Ghost Ship]

Darasuum Kote (Glory forever)

Kote, darasuum kote. -> /kote | darasuːm kote/ Te racin kaʻra juaan kote. -> /te ra.sin kæʔra | ʝu.aːn kote/

Kaʻrta Tor (One Heart of Justice)

Kandosii sa kyrʻam ast, -> /kantosiː sa kyrʔam ast/ Troan teroch jetiise aʻden, -> /tro.an terot | ˈdʒɛtiːsi aʔden/ Duraan vi at araʻnov. -> /duraːn vi at araʔnov/ Vode an, kaʻrta tor. -> /ˈvote an | kaʔrota tor/ Kote. -> /kote/

[Com Interference] [The Jungle Floor] [RV Alpha] [Through The Canopy]

Dha Werda Verda (Rage Of The Shadow Warriors)

taung sa rang broka -> /taʊŋ sa raŋ broka/ jetiise ka'rta -> /dʒe|tiː|sika|rota/ dha werda verda'b a'den tratu -> /ta|ver|ta|ver|tab|aten|tratu/ Coruscanta kandosii adu. -> /ko|ru|santa|kan|to|siː|atu/ Duum motir ca'tra nau tracinya a -> /dumo|tir|ka|tra|naʊ|traʃinʝa/ gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a -> /gra|tu'a|kun|het|su|dralʃiʝa/

ka'rta tor -> /ka'ro'ta'toːr/ kom'rk tsad droten -> /komuː|urok|tsatuː|udroten/ troch nyn ures adenn -> /to|rok|nin|uriːsu|uː|aten/ dha werda verda'b a'den tratu -> /ta|ver|ta|ver|tab|aten|tratu/ Coruscanta kandosii adu. -> /ko|ru|santa|kan|to|siː|atu/ Duum motir ca'tra nau tracinya a -> /dumo|tir|ka|tra|naʊ|traʃinʝa/ gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a -> /gra|tu'a|kun|het|su|dralʃiʝa/

I used this youtube video as source.

#star wars #mando'a #conlang #resources #for further reference

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amberskyyking · 6 months

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Well Hey, You Don't Turn Down A Drink

Snippet from Chapter 19 in my Clone Wars fic, Disillusioned.

The Mando’a song the clones all shared sang of glory, fire, death and wrath. It spoke of their indomitable hearts, uniting millions fighting across the galaxy with the chants of Vode An, Brothers All.

Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Aruetyc talyc runi'la trattok'o. Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!

As the last words of the song faded away, some clones toasted to their lost brothers and some to one another, raising up glasses together. Nox noticed through his stupor that almost the entire B-Team was staring at him.

“W-what?” He said, suddenly confused by the attention.

“Vode An, Nox.” Bandit spoke up, raising his own mug to Nox. “Crow. Luz.” Around the table the rest followed suit, raising up their drinks of choice in respect. Luz let out a soft gasp and Nox felt a lump rising in his throat. “And Vaughn, wherever he is tonight.”

They’re good brothers, he thought affectionately. Maybe it was his inebriation, or maybe it was the several days stuck in hyperspace together, but the B-Team had earned themselves a permanent place in his heart.

“Ah. You need one more for this, vod. And I owe you,” Boulder said softly, sliding a glass across the table.

Nox raised it back towards the group, returning their toast with a sloppy, heartfelt grin. They drank.

The night carried on and Nox had rarely felt more content. He leaned back in his chair, sipping on the last drink, sounds and sights of the bar washing over him in a happy daze…

“Nox! We have to go!” An urgent voice and a hand on his shoulder shook him from his stupor. “Kark. Bato, can you give him something?”

“If you move.”

Something pricked his arm. His head was swarming, but his eyes began to focus. Bato and Bandit hovered over him.

“Nox. We’re being deployed. Both of us, 212th and 501st, I just got the message. They need our units on Umbara." Full Chapter (and story!): Well Hey, You Don't Turn Down A Drink

#clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #clone troopers deserve better #star wars oc #umbara arc #fuck pong krell

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ryehouses · 2 years

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“did you get any writing or revision done today” no but i spent about four hours making an ai generate art for my 500k mando fic, so.

#ast tag #je suis.... obsessed #titles in order:#mos pelgo // the jedi academy // a simple thing #ca'tra #the verd'ike // the nite owl // fett's favorite massiff #or'trikar

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 years

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Sins of The Father - Ch. 22

Summary: Din learns more about Amara

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Well Din just learned a whole lot more than he expected and he’s about to learn even more. Do you think he’ll be willing to open up more to Amara about his past?

Italics - Flashback

Warning: Grief, angst, fluff, relieving past trauma, kissing, I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

AO3 Link | Words: 5,496 | Previous -> Next

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CHAPTER 22: THE RIDUUR

Amara felt her head pounding against her skull, her knees and hands were aching. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in her surroundings, she was in her bed, still wearing her armour except for boots and greaves. How did she get here? Din’s voice came flooding back into her reality, “I may be longer than expected,” she shifted on her mattress, did he really try to say goodbye? “I just wanted to tell you cyar’ika, I can’t wait to make you breakfast again, and this time it’ll be a lot better.” Maybe not at first; but he did, he did say goodbye, “Good bye, Amara Vel, light it up.”

She needed to talk to Din, to make sure he was okay, that he wasn’t injured. She sat on her bed all thoughts of pain vanished from her mind in a moment, when a glimmer caught the corner of her eye, Amara turned her head, there sitting on her table was her helmet. It wasn’t a dream, she had revealed the truth to Din, images flashed through her mind, strapping on the armour, placing the helmet on her head, looking through the scope of her DC-17m rifle, blaster shots being deflected, her shaking hands wiping her swords on the fabric of a dead man, seeing Din stand in the doorway, hearing his voice inside her head. The yelling, the anger, then his voice once again, “I forgive you, Amara. You did your best, and that’s all you can do … it wasn’t your fault, riduur.” He did that for her. He took care of her, told her what she needed to ease her turmoil. If she wasn’t in love with this man before, she certainly was a lot closer now. Unfortunately, the armour was the tip of the iceberg of the truths she needed to reveal to him.

Her hand moved out of its own accord, shaking as it reached for her helmet. It had felt right, wearing her armour, wearing what had been given to her by Ca’tra two years ago. She could still remember the day Ca’tra presented her with the armour, the smirk on his lips, the way his hand caressed her cheek … Amara shook her head out of her memory, now was not the time to lose her head, now was the time to focus.

Din hadn’t moved from his seat in the cockpit, he still couldn’t believe Amara was married, had been married. Why hadn’t she just told him the truth? Was she Mandalorian? Had she taken the Resol’nare? Why didn’t she just tell him? Did she not trust him? Was he making a fool of himself thinking there was more to what was happening between them? Then again, he wasn’t exactly offering up his own information, who was he to judge anyone. Not to mention, if her breakdown was any indication, she clearly felt responsible for her riduur’s death, explaining why she didn’t want to discuss it before. What happened to him? What happened that she felt responsible?

Ca’tra. That was a name he hadn’t heard in a long time, what were the chances she’d been married to the same Mandalorian he’d known? The same Mandalorian he had grown up with at the covert? It couldn’t be the man he had known. After all, the man was determined never to settle down, never to take on the responsibilities of being the head of a clan. It couldn’t have been the man he knew. Din shifted his seat to look at the spot where he held Ara, where she had confused him for Ca’tra, where he had called her riduur. His hand could still feel the warmth and softness of her skin. He could still feel her clutching on to his arm for dear life. He could still feel her hair tickling his chin. Maybe he was fooling himself into believing there was more happening between him and Ara, after all he kept trying to convince himself that he had provided all that comfort simply to alleviate her own suffering, to give her the peace she needed. That’s what friends … best friends did right? Be there for one another, support one another. Who was he kidding, he couldn’t deny the warmth that flooded through his heart when he had called her his spouse, nor could he deny the hope that bloomed in his heart the moment the word fell from his lips or the truth that started to show itself since that night at the orphanage, he wanted to be by her side for as long as he drew breath. To be the arms she always found comfort and safety in; but then there was the issue of Ca’tra and Boba.

Din was pulled from his musings, when he heard the cockpit door open, Ara walked in wearing her flight suit and a blanket wrapped around her, she looked better compared to how she looked only a few hours before. It was nice to see her in her flight suit, she looked refreshed probably from the several hours of sleep and the shower she took if her shampoo wafting over to him was any indication, but Din had to admit, she looked amazing in her armour.

“There’s caf if you want some, it’s not as strong as I previously made it. I can make you some breakfast if you wish”

Amara smirked at the idea of him burning the food again, she simply shook her head ‘no’ as she headed to the co-pilot seat, she wanted to talk … no, they needed to talk, and she owed him not to delay the conversation. She took her seat, pulling her legs in as she wrapped herself in her blanket. She kept her focus on the hyperspace window they were travelling, she glanced over to the readout, ‘Papsr.’ She bit her bottom lip, she hadn’t realized her distraught emotional state had pushed her to the point where she sent them to the one place she hadn’t been wanting to go unless it was absolutely necessary.

Din could see she was still struggling after everything that had transpired, it was only fair that he didn’t make her start the conversation that they clearly needed to have. Not to mention, he needed to apologize for his outburst and how quick he was - - yet again - - ready to think the worse of her.

He took in a shuddering breath, hoping he didn’t cause her more pain that she had already been in, “I‘m sorry, about earlier” Din started.

“Exactly what are you sorry for, Din? Sorry for saying goodbye? For yelling? Or are you sorry for the turmoil of my own mind, that you clearly had to witness?” Amara wasn't trying to be rude or cruel. She really wasn't but he wasn't going to brush the goodbye under the rug so to speak either, and … she felt ashamed she had lost control of herself, she was a warrior, the daughter of Boba Fett, the niece of Gregor, Wolffe and Rex, a rebel, a mother, a survivor and she lost her mind all because he said goodbye.

"For all of it" Din wanted to turn his head to look at her, to know how she reacted to his apology, to know if it was enough? “I’m sorry for everything, I should never have yelled at you, I should’ve given you an opportunity to explain yourself. After everything we’ve been through, you deserve that at least. I didn’t mean to say goodbye either, I simply wanted …” Din let out a sigh, “I don’t know … truthfully, I just wanted to hear your voice; remind myself I had someone worth fighting for; someone I very much wanted to see again.” Din took a chance and tilted his helmet to look at her, Ara’s eyes were glistening as she listened to his apology, maybe this was a good sign, “I am sorry for causing you so much pain, to make you relive the, as you described it, ’turmoil of your mind.’ I had no idea it would have caused you so much pain to hear me say goodbye Ara, it was never my intention to trigger your pain.”

Amara nodded, "I know” she took in a deep breath focusing on her hands that fidgeted with her blanket, “Truthfully, I had no idea your words were going to trigger me, like they did; I guess you’re not the only one who has someone worth fighting for - - well two people worth fighting for” Amara shifted her head slightly to look over at Din, his visor was locked on to her eyes, she knew he was watching her, and she knew her eyes were locked on to his, somehow she always knew, “two people who live in my heart, who I very much wanted to see again. I'm sorry, too. I should've told you the truth, told you about my riduur, told you about the armour, kriff …” Amara rubbed her face, “I should’ve told you a lot more, a lot sooner.”

He wanted to reach out, to hold her hand, but she was still wrapped up in her blanket a clear indication of wanting to keep her distance, “You never have to tell me anything you don't want to, after all it's not like I'm exactly offering up information freely.”

"I still feel you should've known about my armour, at the very least”

“It is not my place to demand knowledge that does not belong to me to ask”

“Din, you’re a good man” Amara couldn’t help the smirk, “a very good man.” A smile graced her lips as she adjusted herself to look in his visor fully, "I think you and my riduur would've gotten along really well. Probably end up friends - good friends, more than likely” Amara tilted her head at Din, observing him for a second, “You remind me of him a little."

"I see" Din swallowed the lump forming as he readjusted himself in his chair. He guessed it was too much to hope she would have liked him for him; not because he reminded her of her dead husband. Din wanted to laugh a little at the ridiculousness that was his life, what was it with him and widows and father-less children?

"That's not …" Ara rubbed the back of her neck, the realisation of what she implied was clearly seen on her face, Din saw her face twist in the reflection of the viewport, “My feelings for you have nothing to do with Ca’tra. There are just certain ideals that you have that are similar to him. But you are not interchangeable in my mind, Din. You are as different as the earth and the sky” Amara smirked at her own joke, after all Ca’tra meant sky in Mando’a and if you rearranged Djarin it spelled jardin, meaning garden in the language of her best friend.

"Such as?"

Amara rested her head against the headrest, as she shifted her body in the direction of Din’s chair, a smile graced her lips as she admired the Mandalorian beside her, there was something so beautiful about Mandalorian armour, it stripped away all the missteps your eyes could deceive you with and left the truth of the person underneath for all to see. "Your sense of honour and courage. Your ability to always make me feel safe around you."

Din smiled under his helmet, turning to face her again, "I make you feel safe?"

"You do. Adi feels the same way. We both feel safe with you not just physically but emotionally and mentally as well. Ca’tra made us feel safe too, but … you understand us - - me, in a way I don't think he ever did. You never push me to explain more than I should or feel comfortable with; you understand why I’m guarded … you …” Amara shrugged there was no better way to explain it, “you make me feel safe.”

There was something so comforting, so loving about the way Ara’s lips expanded as she gave Din the smile that he knew was only for him, he’d bet that even Ca’tra hadn’t received that smile, it’s pure and genuine joy, “How long were you married for?"

She could feel her chest tightening, she hoped wrapping the blanket tighter around her frame would ease the feeling. How was she going to explain this? “Um …” Amara cleared her throat, “less than five minutes" Din didn't know what to say, he was thankful for his helmet, she didn’t need to see the shocked expression the donned his face or the sheer lack of understanding as to how such a thing was possible. "You're wondering how that’s possible, right?” Din simply nodded. Amara took a moment, she only had to recount what happened in detail to three people before, the Armourer, Babeh and Fennec. As she began to recount that day, she could feel her tears welling up, when she got to the part of having to face only the five remaining thugs, her bottom lip began to quiver, and when she had to tell him about the detonator and the realization that sunk in when they only had five minutes left together, the tears were free flowing along with the snot from her nose that kept wanting to escape, recounting Ca’tra’s last day had been the hardest aspect in her life. When she told Din, Ca’tra’s desire to call her riduur at least once before his death, she wanted so badly to move from her seat and curl herself in Din’s arms, but she couldn’t … she couldn’t move.

Din’s hands clenched as Ara told him about that fateful, his hand was beginning to ache from the anger that flowed through him. He was glad Dario was dead, or he’d have to find a way to make his suffering last incredibly long and arduous. He began to understand why telling her goodbye, telling her he wanted to do more with her and Adi, had triggered her. In truth, anyone who had experienced what she did would have been trigged. Knowing what she went through, what she had seen or heard, he wished he could wipe out that memory. He wished his arms could wipe out every bitter memory she had, he wanted so badly to pick her up and cradle her in his arms, "Is that why Boba and Fennec are so protective of you?"

Amara waggled her head from side to side, "Somewhat. Boba probably would be even more protective if he knew we had actually exchanged vows."

"You didn't tell him?"

Amara wiped the remaining tears, shifting her eyes down, her voice became softer too, “I never told anyone. You’re the first person I ever told about the vows"

"I am?" Ara simply nodded, his breath hitched in his throat, "Why … I mean I'm honoured that you chose to tell me but why?"

Amara bit her bottom lip, "It didn’t feel right. Not the marrying him part, the way we got married. I didn’t deserve to call him riduur or to let people know he was my riduur. I believed for the longest time I had failed him, that it was all my fault, but I know now that’s not the case. Plus, I'm hoping you'll understand how much I trust you …” she shifted her eyes to look into Din’s visor, “… and how much I care for you” she looked away from his visor as quickly as she had looked into them, she couldn't bear to look at him knowing that he might not feel as deeply as she did, she was taking a chance. Maybe it was unfair to tell him that, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted him to know the truth of what she had been feeling since that night at the orphanage, what she had been feeling for him for longer than she cared to admit.

Din was about to express how he felt for her too when the ship beeped informing them they had arrived at their destination, before long they were out of hyperspace and orbiting a tiny moon. From what Din could see the moon was beautiful, full of valleys, rivers, and lush gardens, in all his travels he’d never heard of this place, but then again unless there was a quarry on a particular planet or moon, there was no reason for him to stop and spend time elsewhere.

"What is this place?"

"Ca’tra and I used to call it Papsr, its real name …" Amara shrugged, "I haven’t the faintest idea; we stumbled across only by accident. We were escaping a remnant Imperial pursuit, when - and for the record I still maintain - Ca’tra entered the wrong coordinates. We were trying to get to Yavin 4 to make a delivery, when we ended up here. We made sure to save the coordinates to come back after our job. When we did make it back, we brought Adi with us, we took our time to figure out who lived on the moon, or if there was any sort of claim, but there hadn’t been. I’m pretty sure it doesn't have one. It's so small, I don't think anyone knows about it; so we laid claim to it, and called it Papsr”

“It's beautiful” Din admired the surroundings as he came in closer to the coordinates that had been programmed into the navi-computer.

“It became like a hidden base for us, a second home. We’ve set up several beacons all over the planet to keep an eye out in case someone did discover it, like the remnant Empire or pirates or something, but there’s nothing down there, except for the animals that live here. It's peaceful." Amara thought back to the last time they had made it out here, it was the day he proposed and admitted he wanted to adopt Adi.

“Ca’tra?” Amara shifted out of her bunk looking for the man who was always full of surprises. Amara stepped down the ramp when she heard Adi’s snickering coming from around the corner of the ship, “Adi?”

She couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on her lips, when she heard him laughing again, he tried to be quiet, but he really wasn’t “Hmmm… I guess Adi is gone. Maybe he was taken by one of those wolves that live here on the moon. Maybe he decided to live in the wild, completely free. If that’s the case, goodbye Adi. I hope you remember to wash your hands after you use the refresher.”

“I always wash my hands!” Came his annoyed voice from behind one of the landing gears, Amara kneeled down to see his big green loth-wolffe eyes smiling up at her.

“Well what are you doing there silly?”

“I was trying to scare you”

“Well that clearly worked” Amara’s smile grew as she held out her hand for Adi to come out from his hiding spot, “Tell me, where is your annoying, incredibly handsome …”

“Someone calling my name?” Ca’tra’s voice echoed over to her, his teasing voice flowed over, his helmet was in his hand, his blue eyes piercing into hers, “Look who’s finally awake” Ca’tra walked over leaving a kiss on her cheek.

“Look who finally decided to brush his teeth” she teased back.

“You know I had this whole surprise for you, this amazing gift too, but if that’s how you’re going to be then adi’ka” Ca’tra placed the helmet on Adi’s head, as he pulled him into his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “will enjoy the fruits of my labour.”

“Fine, your breath hardly smells … except for when you eat Ronto meat”

Ca’tra killed himself laughing, how had he found someone who captured his heart so completely, there was only one other person who had ever made him feel close to what he felt with Amara, but he realized now that had been felt out of jealousy. What he felt with her was the real thing, he was absolutely in love with Amara and he couldn’t wait for her to meet the rest of his family.

“Come on, cyar’ika, there’s something I want to show both you and adi’ka” Ca’tra wrapped his free arm around Amara drawing her in closer as he placed a kiss on her temple, they walked in quiet anticipation as they headed into their base - on the table was a complete set of armour, it was similar to his own, with one notable difference, it was designed for a woman.

“What’s this?” Amara asked motioning with her hand to the armour laid out on the table, there was also two tiny boxes that sat beside the armour.

“Well, I …” Ca’tra chuckled as he stood beside the table in front of Amara and Adi, he took in a deep breath, looking at Adi who had his helmet perched on the top of his tiny head, clearly way too big for the kid now, but maybe … one day … Ca’tra cleared his throat focusing back on the now, turning his attention to Amara, “I was talking to Boba, the other day - and we were discussing what we wanted out of our future, when everything was made clear to what I truly longed for. Amara love, you know my past is a rocky one, and there are certain aspects of my past that I am not quite ready to talk about; I thank you for always being so understanding, especially when at times I may be less than. Amara and Adi … ohh, this is harder than I imagined” Ca’tra reached over to grab the two boxes, he kneeled before Amara and Adi, he held each of their hands in his own, “Amara, you are amazing, wonderful, loving, there is no end to how much your heart loves, how you fight for what is right, how you look after not just your family, but any you deem need your help. You have suffered and struggled, and it has made you stronger, braver, fierce, and absolutely powerful. I love you, Amara.” Ca’tra shifted to look at Adi, “Adi, your curiosity, your willingness to learn, your respect and love for your Ama, is beyond a doubt, the most amazing thing I have ever seen. You are an amazing kid, and I am beyond grateful to have the privilege to call you my adi’ka” Ca’tra looked between the two of them, “Amara and Adi, I love you both, I would lay my life down for the both of you, if it meant I could show you both even an ounce of the amount of love I hold in my heart for you two. Amara will you be wife, and Adi, would you be my son?”

Amara was speechless, that’s not what she expected, not by a long shot, she glanced down to Adi, who had the biggest smile on his face, as he nodded yes. Amara matched his smile easily, turning her attention to Ca’tra who stayed kneeling before the two of them, she nodded along with Adi, as tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Yes? Is that a yes?”

“Yes, I’ll be your wife”

“I’ll be your son”

Ca’tra grabbed the two and hugged them as tightly as possible, he had described them as best he could to the armourer when he went back to ask for the armour to be made for Amara, he was sure, she would have denied him his request, told him not to bring them around. Instead, she was happy for him, and only said she’d keep her judgment in reserve until Amara had a chance to prove herself to the covert.

He opened the boxes presenting each of them with a mythosaur necklace, “The armour is for you, my love, when you are ready to take your place by my side as my wife” Ca’tra held her cheek, “if you’d rather not wear it I’ll understand, this isn’t me forcing …”

“Ca’tra” Amara chuckled, “I would be honoured”

“You would?”

Amara nodded, pulling him into a kiss, “Ugh!” Adi’s voice called out, “That’s so gross!” Ca’tra and Amara turned to look at their eleven year old who was not impressed by this display of affection.

“You know, adi’ka, one of these days, it won’t bother you so much”

“Yeah, but that day isn’t today. Is it?”

Amara let out a silent chuckle remembering Adi’s face all scrunched up at seeing her and Ca’tra kiss, it had been adorable. Her focused was pulled back to the present when she felt the ship shift. She looked over to Din, he had brought the ship to what at one time had looked like a landing zone, although now it was slightly overrun but clear enough that it still maintained a semblance of a designated location.

"There's a cave nearby that has some supplies. We don't have to be here for long. I don't even remember putting in the coordinates” Amara offered, after all Din probably was anxious to get Xi’an back to Boba to get his pay.

“In fairness,” Din began as the landing gears touched down, “you were really upset, when you had taken control of the cockpit, and I was busy putting away Xi’an. If you would you prefer, we can leave? Or we can stay? Either way, I’m comfortable with whatever you decided, and if you would like I’ll forget we ever came here.”

Amara’s heart swelled, she couldn’t help the adoration that filled her eyes for this man, “You would do that?” She watched as Din stood from his seat, he walked closer to her chair turning it, so she could face him directly as he kneeled in front of her.

“For you, cyar’ika? I’d handle anything” Din reached his hand up cupping her cheek, “All you have to do mesh’la, is tell me what you want to do?”

“I want you to know all about my life, Din” Amara reached up holding the hand that was cupping her cheek, she leaned into his hand, “and I want to start today, this moment to let you in.”

Din felt his heart swell, if it wasn’t for his beskar, his heart would have jumped out of his chest, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face, “I can’t wait to know all about you, Amara”

“Oyar’e”

“What?”

“My name, it’s Oyar’e”

“Oyar’e Vel” Din nodded, his thumb stroking her cheek, “I’m honoured to know you Oyar’e”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“This is an interesting base” Din looked around the carved-out rock base, there were three rooms, a common room, a kitchenette, and a weapons room, the entrance was only able to be opened by Ara’s or Adi’s gauntlet she explained, the door was a creation of Ca’tra’s, it was an extension of the rock wall.

“It was Ca’tra’s idea to make it long lasting and completely hidden, he got the idea from an Imperial base he heard of called Daro, apparently the entire mountain had been carved out.”

“It’s a brilliant idea”

“Not that this was the initial intention of being here, but now that we are here, there is something I want your opinion on”

“Really?” Amara nodded as Din’s hand rested on her bicep, “I’ll do my best to answer anything I can, but are you sure you want my opinion?” Amara smiled as she took Din’s hand in hers and led him to a weapon’s locker, hoping the gesture alone would give him the answer she was dying to give him. Amara opened the cache, there shining like a beacon was Ca’tra’s armour, painted, polished, mended, and ready to be used. It had taken her a long time and a lot of tears to get it to this point.

“Ca’tra said he wanted Adi to have his armour when he was of age, well he’s turning 16 soon and there’s a ceremony that marks his first steps as a man in this universe. In Kiffar society, when you are old enough you receive your marks” Amara trailed her fingers over her tattoos, “would it be appropriate to give him the armour at that time or when he takes the Resol’nare? I don’t know much about Mandalorian customs, and I don’t want to offend anyone.”

“Ca’tra adopted Adi before the …?”

“In … spirit, I guess. He didn’t have the opportunity to say the vows”

“Can I ask a question?” Din shifted to look at Ara.

“Of course”

“Why did you two wait to get married?”

Amara shifted, closing the doors to the armour, “We were supposed to get married two days after he …” she cleared her throat, “after the incident. Originally, we were planning on exchanging our vows three months after I had met his covert, but then something happened, that caused the covert to relocate - well actually, they had to escape from their hiding place, the remnant Empire had learned of their location, and tried to wipe them out. Between caring for their wounded, and looking for a suitable place to keep them safe, time flew by and before we knew it two years had gone by, which is when my father …” Amara bit her bottom lip, she didn’t mean to mention Babeh.

“Your father?”

“I … I’m not ready to talk about that yet; I’m sorry. It’s … I’m sorry”

Din rested his hand on her lower back pulling her into his side, “I understand, cyar’ika. I really do.” Din filed it away in his mind another mention of her father who was suppose to be dead, “What was Ca’tra’s full name?”

“Ca’tra Gaan”

Din inhaled sharply, how was that possible? Of all the people in the universe, of all the Mandalorians left in the galaxy, it had to be him, the one who refused to speak to him, that allowed a rift to develop between the two especially after Din’s world came crumpling down.

“Din?” Ara rested her hand on his forearm. No wonder, he reminded her of Ca’tra, after all he was his best friend growing up in the covert, they trained together, fought side-by-side, learned to know what it meant to be part of a clan together. He had been the closest thing to a brother he could ever imagine, and now his brother was gone from the universe and he never got a chance to make amends. In some way, he always hoped Ca’tra was out there keeping an eye out on him, on the covert, that one day they would be able to meet and patch the rift that had been caused by their stubbornness. Din felt his knees begin to wobble, his strength began to falter.

“I knew him” Din’s voice was barely above a whisper, Ara didn’t hesitate, she took his hand bringing him over to a bench, “we …” Din cleared his throat. Ara didn’t need someone who couldn't keep himself together, she needed someone who wouldn’t fall apart just as she was getting herself back together. She deserved someone who was stronger than him.

“Din, don’t hold back, let it out. You were there for me when I couldn’t keep it together, let me be there for you. I’ll always be here for you ner bare, to hold you when your strength fails you, to help you up when you fall down. I’m not going to run away simply because you’re human.” Amara lifted her hand cupping his helmeted cheek. She didn’t need a man who was as hard as Beskar, she needed a man who could be himself around her, and knew she would be there to help him, always.

His hand rested on her knee, he’d never met anyone who was so willing to have the man beneath the armour like Ara. Din took a moment as he watched Ara hold the hand that rested on her knee, her hand that cupped his cheek drew him closer till she rested her forehead against his, “You’re always there for me, cyar’ika.”

“Then know I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.”

He nodded against her forehead, “Remember … when we first met - - I mentioned that I had lost my covert”

“Yeah, to save Grogu”

“He … he was part of my covert. He was the closest thing I had to a brother”

Amara pulled back to look at Din, Ca’tra had never mentioned to her about Din. Why didn’t he?

“He probably didn’t talk about me, did he?”

She wanted to tell him differently, she wanted to tell him that wasn’t the case, that he had talked about him, talked about him all the time, but lying wasn’t going to help make this any better. Amara shifted her gaze away from Din, keeping her hands resting on him, “No. I’m sorry”

“Not your fault, it was my own doing, I drove the rift between us” Din began to move his hand away when Ara shifted her hand intertwining their fingers bringing their hands to rest against her chest.

“What happened? If you don’t …”

“I lost my riduur” Now it was Amara’s turn to be shocked, to be thrown for a loop. Din had been married?

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finniigan · 1 year

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Introducing Cub Squad; The Pilots!

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Kebii'tra (day sky in Mando'a) CT-7643 [he/him]

The main pilot! He's a fancy flier and knows far too many non OSHA compliant manouvers. Crashes the ship a lot in early days when he's still new to piloting, but always lands just intact enough for the ship to be repairable (though it incites much grumbling from Flare who has to spend hours fixing it).

Ca'tra (night sky in Mando'a) CT-7644 [he/him]

The Co-pilot. He has a fascination with star charts and systems! He's also in charge of navigation, both in space and pathfinding planetside. Ca'tra knows less manouvers than his brother and can't fly through tricky situations like asteroid fields or battles with as much ease, but is still a talented pilot. Often nonverbal, so he uses sign language to communicate with his brothers.

They are the closest out of all the cubs and chose matching names to go with their consecutive numbers. Kebii'tra understands his brother's sign language the best (as he spends most time with him), so he translates for Wren and Chipper when they first get to know the squad, as well as for any people they meet on their missions. The other clones have known Ca'tra since they were batchmates and later on cadets together too, so they understand him just fine.

#clone oc #tcw oc #star wars #star wars oc #the clone wars oc #finn.txt #my art #mine #Kebii'tra #Ca'tra #i KEEP FORGETTING TO POST THESE #someone yell at me please #lmao

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kad-dala · 8 months

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Mesh'tra

#O16 #vilonis sector #mid rim #sea #ca'tra #glow #night #mesh'la

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silvyri · 3 years

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sleepy kisses please!

Thanks so much for prompting me nonny! I hope you like it <3 This is kind of a follow up of my last filled prompt; Luke comes home in this one!

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When Luke finally makes it back home, it’s past midnight, and Grogu and Din are already asleep. Luke stops by Grogu’s room first to check on him, pressing a gentle kiss to the slumbering child’s forehead, before silently stepping into his and Din’s rooms.

The moonlight streaming in through their window is soft, quietly illuminating the still form in their bed with serene blue light. Luke feels his chest warm as he observes his husband’s face, calm and peaceful as he sleeps, the line between his brow—deepening everyday since he accepted the title Mand’alor—relaxed and smooth.

Luke tries to disrobe quietly, unzipping his boots and slipping out of his cloak carefully, but as he slips under the sheets next to his husband, Din stirs.

“Luke?” Din asks, voice deep and husky with sleep.

“Hey,” Luke whispers, reaching out to brush a dark curl out of Din’s face. “Go back to sleep, love.”

Din rumbles, and suddenly Luke finds himself dragged across the mattress into Din’s arms. “Luke,” Din sighs happily, burying his nose in Luke’s hair and breathing in deep. “Cyar’ika, you’re home. I missed you.”

With Din’s body pressed tight against his, warm and firm and familiar, Luke finds the tension in his shoulders and back dissipating. Being on Coruscant always leaves him tense; too many people, too much noise, too many expectations. But being in Din’s arms melts that all away, and all he can be is blissful and content, a warm glow settling pleasantly in his chest, welling in his throat.

“I missed you too,” Luke says, and he means it with every fibre of his being. The days they spend apart are filled with wonderings on what Din and Grogu are up to, if they are happy, if they are well.

A finger under his chin tips his face up. Din’s eyes are hardly open; only slivers of dark brown gaze down at Luke from under his lashes, but even so, Luke can read the love and relief in them.

“Ner ca’tra,” Din whispers, and kisses him. Luke turns to liquid in Din’s arms, eyes falling closed as Din’s mouth slots effortlessly against his, warm and soft and drowsy. Their lips meet again and again, slow and lingering, unhurried as Luke tangles his fingers in Din’s sleep-rumpled hair.

Their kisses are interrupted by Din yawning. Laughing quietly, Luke tucks his nose into Din’s neck, snuggling close. “Go to sleep,” he says, “I will still be here to kiss in the morning.”

“I know,” Din murmurs, “but what is a welcome home without a kiss?”

Luke smiles into Din’s skin, feeling so fond that he thinks Din might feel the heat of it through his chest. “A terrible one, I agree,” Luke whispers.

Din hums, and Luke can tell that his husband is already slipping back into slumber. Lured by Din’s slow, even breathing and his warm body wrapped around Luke’s, Luke closes his eyes, and sleeps.

#silvyri writes #dinluke #filled prompt #thank you again!#ner ca'tra means my night sky #:')#drabble #skydalorian

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thicctails · 2 years

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Wow! What a good, friendly, loyal mythosaur boy! Surely nothing bad will ever happen to him!

#tbb #star wars #star wars the bad batch #star wars oc #mythosaur #mythosaur oc #speaking shadows au #ca'tra means night sky

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hearts-hunger · 3 years

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ciryc ca’tra (cold night sky): chapter six || din djarin x reader

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chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five

Series Summary: When you crash-land on a frozen planet on your way to Trask, you and Din work together to keep the Crest afloat and keep your little family safe under the cold night sky. || Part One of Jate’kara (Lucky Stars)

Chapter Summary: Din works tirelessly for his little family, and you trust him to get you and your son home safely.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff, angst | Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: None!

A/N: We’ve made it to the end of this little series! Thank you so much for all of your kind comments - they make me grin like an idiot every time I read them, and I’m so happy you guys are enjoying it! I’m working on a standalone epilogue, but I’m not sure when that’ll be done. For now, thank you so much for letting me share my imaginary world with you. I love you! ♡

It was the cold that woke you.

Your eyes fluttered open as an involuntary shiver went through you. It was dark, and for a moment you were too dazed to tell where you were. You sat up a little too quickly; you winced at the bone-deep ache you felt and tried to get your bearings.

“Cyare?”

Din’s voice soothed you as soon as you heard it, and you remembered with a resigned sort of clarity that you’d fallen asleep while he worked on the cockpit.

“Yeah,” you said. You were surprised that your teeth chattered, and drew your cloak together around you. You noticed your son wasn’t sitting on your lap any more, and tried to make him out in the dim light.

“You have the baby?” you asked, your breath turning into vapor in front of you.

Din hummed in agreement. You thought you saw the gleam of beskar, but you couldn’t really tell the dark shapes apart on the cockpit floor.

You nudged your boot at one of the shapes. “Where are you?”

“Under the dash,” he said, his voice slightly muffled.

“I can’t see you,” you said. You heard a soft grunt when your boot met something hard.

“Well, you found my ribcage,” he said. “Don’t step on me if you get up.”

You laughed a little. “Sorry. I’ll try not to.”

You leaned forward in your seat, ducking your head to look under the dash that had been completely covered with a dull layer of frost. Now that you knew where he was, you could make out that he was lying on his back to work on the wiring on the underside of the instrument panel. Only his head and shoulders fit in the space, and the rest of him was laid out on the cockpit floor.

“What about you, ad’ika?” you called to your baby. “Where are you?”

You heard his soft coo from under the dash.

“Din, he’s under there with you?” you asked, a little uneasy at the thought. You heard the spark of frayed wires and didn’t feel any more confident.

“Yeah, he’s fine,” Din assured you. “I’m not letting him get into anything.”

You gave a dubious frown, but realistically you knew Din would never put the baby in any danger. Even if hot-wiring a spaceship wasn’t your idea of a great activity for a toddler, you weren’t concerned enough to argue.

You rolled your shoulders a little, trying to ease the feeling of having slept in a cold, uncomfortable cockpit. “How’s the repair coming?”

You heard your husband sigh. “It’s coming,” he said. “Still have a ways to go. This is the last thing to do inside, but I have some work to do on the outside too.”

You winced at the thought of going out into the cold. While the Crest wasn’t exactly a sauna at the moment, it did protect you from the wind and snowfall, and you wished Din didn’t have to go out in it.

With a soft groan at trying to get your cold muscles moving again, you laid yourself on the floor next to Din and propped yourself up on his chest, one of your legs going between his. Your knee accidentally nudged his codpiece and he gave a slightly disgruntled noise.

“Can’t tell if that was supposed to be nice or not, but if it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer nice.”

You breathed a laugh and patted his torso affectionately. “I know you would, lover. I didn't mean to knee you, sorry.”

“Hm. Why are you down here, anyway?” He didn’t say why are you laying on top of me while I’m trying to work, because he was far too sweet to say something like that, but you got the message anyway.

You rested your head against his chestplate. “Thought I’d keep you company.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, a brief slew of sparks lighting up the space where he was working; you heard the baby give an excited babble at the lights.

“Well, as much as I like laying with you, I’m finished under here,” he said. He made to push himself out from under the dash, but you put a hand on his chest to still him.

“Wait, just one more minute,” you said. It wasn’t comfortable lying all tangled up with him on the cockpit floor by any means, but you sort of liked it.

You felt him relax a little and breathe a laugh. “I’m halfway under the panel, cyare. Not exactly in a good place to romance you that well.”

“Mm, but you’re warm,” you said. Underneath his frosted beskar, you could feel his body heat through his flight suit. “Can we take a vacation after this?”

“Like where?”

You shrugged. “Maybe go back to Naboo. See the lake country.”

He sighed and ran his hand over your back. “Sure, cyar’ika. I’ll take you wherever you want.”

You stayed on top of him for a few more minutes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, hugging him tighter when you felt him shudder with cold. Eventually, you disentangled yourself and offered him a hand once he’d come out from underneath the panel, your little son in tow.

“Go see mama,” Din said, handing him to you. He was still holding his little ball, and the three of you sat on the cockpit floor in companionable silence for a moment.

“How was your nap?” Din asked you. You ran your fingers along the edge of his visor, trying to break up some of the frost.

“Good,” you said. “Thank you for letting me sleep.”

He nodded. “Do you remember what you dreamed about?”

You frowned a little; as attentive as your husband was, that question seemed a little whimsical for his tastes.

“I don’t think I dreamed at all,” you said. “Why?”

He shrugged. “You looked a little like you were having a nightmare, at one point. I thought about waking you, but before I decided, you’d settled back down. I just wondered if you remembered it. I’m glad you don’t.”

You sighed. “Yeah, me too.” You leaned your head forward, and he obliged you with a gentle headbutt.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to sleep,” you said.

He cleared his throat; he sounded congested and tired and very cold.

“I’ll sleep on the way to Trask,” he said. “Don’t worry about me, cyare.”

He touched a gloved hand to your cheek before he stood, offering you a hand to help you up off the floor. He stretched his back, and you heard a familiar crack followed by a small sigh through his vocoder.

“I’m gonna get started on the outside,” he said. “Your son probably needs something to eat.”

You went through your mental catalog of what you had in your pantry that could have survived everything. Not much, but it would have to do.

“Do you want anything?” you asked.

He shook his head. “No, thank you.” He leaned down to pick up his toolbox. “Knock on the glass if you need anything.”

He left to go to the outside of the cockpit, and you heard him speak briefly to the frog lady and give her an update about the repairs as you and the baby ventured towards the storage room. Your hand hovered over the button to open the door, and you couldn’t remember if it had been closed earlier.

You leaned over the ladder and tried to see if your husband was still downstairs. “Din?”

You heard his familiar tread come across the floor; he appeared at the bottom of the ladder and looked up at you.

“What do you need?”

You gave him an apologetic grimace. “Could you do me a huge favor, because you love me?”

He huffed a laugh. “Sure. What is it?”

You looked back at the storage room door. “I need you to make sure there’s no spiders in the storage room.”

He set his toolbox on the ground and came back up the ladder. “Stay here.”

You and the baby watched as Din pushed the button to open the door, hand resting on his blaster; he tapped the side of his helmet to activate the HUD and looked around.

“I think it’s ok,” he said, turning back to you. “I don’t see any - ah, kriff, hang on.”

He drew his blaster and fired up above the door; the lifeless body of the spider about the size of a dinner plate fell with a thunk on the floor. You winced and the baby cooed with interest.

Din kept his blaster up as he scanned the room again, and after a few moments, he seemed satisfied that it was just the one. He holstered his blaster and tapped the HUD off as he came back over to you.

“Good to go,” he said. Then, sensing your hesitation, he inclined his head to you. “I promise, cyar’ika. I did a full scan. I didn’t see any more.”

You nodded. “Thank you. Sorry you keep having to do... everything.”

“Well, what are husbands for?” he said sweetly.

You wondered how many more times you’d need to ask him for a favor on top of everything else he was doing. You had never felt yourself a burden to him before - you were his partner, and you carried your share of the responsibilities in your marriage and in parenting. You trusted him to protect you and provide for your family, and he had always done so with a very selfless love; but these past few days had driven you to true dependence on him, and for the first time, you felt a weight of guilt settle on your shoulders.

“Hey, cyare?” he said gently. You looked up at him.

He lightly tapped your nose, and you were so pleasantly surprised by the silly little gesture of affection that you giggled like a schoolgirl. His chuckle was warm through his modulator, and you knew that if he didn’t have the helmet on, you’d see a very warm smile on his face.

“I love you very much,” he said. “And I’m honored to be the one you chose to take care of you. You could have had anybody in the galaxy, and you decided on me, and I thank the jate'kara for that every day.”

Mandalorians had a concept of good or lucky stars that steered one’s fate, and Din had always made a habit of telling you his jate'kara were the best ones in the galaxy because they had led him to you. Your smile was a little wobbly as he cupped your face, and you leaned into his touch.

“I could not ask for a better fate than to serve you until my dying day,” he said gently. “You and our son are everything to me, and if I had to build this ship from scratch for you, I would.”

He gently tweaked your cheek. “And if I have to come up and take care of more spiders for you, I will.”

You gave a soft laugh and touched your fingers to your lips, then to the bottom of his visor. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. He brushed his thumb over your cheek and comforted you for a few moments before he turned to go.

“The repairs on the outside should be pretty straightforward,” he said. “I’ve already done all the wiring inside, so all that’s left to do is a patch repair that will let the cockpit pressurize before we hit the atmosphere.”

His gaze was steady, and you rested in his silent assurance that everything would be alright.

“Not long now, cyar’ika,” he said. “I promise.”

He rubbed the tip of the baby’s ear gently between his fingers. “Be good for mama.”

The baby cooed at him, and both of you watched as Din went back down the ladder to get to work. You carefully stepped over the body of the spider in the doorway; your son wriggled to be set down, thinking the spider to be an interesting toy, and you bounced him on your hip to soothe him.

“I know,” you said in a sing-song voice. “You’re not having the best time either, are you?”

He chewed slightly on the silver ball while you rummaged through the cabinets and shelves for something for him to snack on.

“Maybe when we get to Trask, we can convince daddy to let us eat dessert for a whole day.”

He babbled happily, perhaps at the thought of a whole day of sweet treats, and you smiled.

“Your daddy would go crazy,” you said. Din only liked sweet foods when he was in a particular mood for them, but you and the baby would happily eat dessert for every meal.

You found a stray packet of portion bread powder and mixed it with the little bit of water you could coax from the faucet. The baby made grabby hands towards it as it expanded into a small loaf of bread, and you tore off a piece for both of you. It was no Five Blossom Bread like the kind you’d learned to make from your mother in your childhood, but it would do for now, and you and the baby ate contentedly in the quiet of the storage room.

Your baby yawned when he finished his snack, one hand curled around his silver ball and the other grabbing a tiny fistful of your shirt as he leaned against your chest. You tucked the edge of your cloak around him and kissed his soft head.

“Should we go see what daddy’s working on?” you asked quietly. He gave a drowsy coo at the mention of his father, fighting sleep; you rocked him gently as you made your way back to the cockpit.

You could make out Din’s figure through the frosty glass, kneeling on the lip of the windshield to repair the seam between the metal and the glass. Sparks flew from the welding gun, reflecting on his beskar that looked densely covered in frost. A gentle snow fell and dusted his shoulders, and it almost would have been a pretty thing if you weren’t so desperately cold. You hoped Din was warm enough.

You knocked on the glass, but only to say hello; you gave him a small wave and a smile, and he cocked his head a little and waved back. You stood and rocked your baby as he fell asleep, watching your husband work and humming a lullaby that turned into little clouds of vapor with each breath.

Sooner than you’d expected, Din came back in and helped the frog lady bring her eggs up to the cockpit. When she was settled, the canister securely in her lap, he turned to you. He helped you put the seatbelt over your lap, careful not to wake the baby; his gaze lingered as he straightened, and he brushed a gentle finger over his son’s head.

“Okay,” he said, to both you and the frog lady as he took the pilot’s chair and started turning everything on. “Repair’s all done. Let’s see if we can get this thing going once and for all.”

The familiar sound of the Crest’s power-up sequence was a welcome bit of comfort, and you fervently hoped that everything went smoothly. If this didn’t work...

You took a deep breath as Din put a hand to the thrust lever. This was going to work. If Din couldn’t get the Crest to work, no one could. He eased the lever back and the engines roared to life.

The Crest rattled and shook like a thing possessed, but it did rise out of the ice, the metal groaning with the effort. The legs of the giant spider slid off in a final, terrible release of the ship it had damaged so thoroughly; the engines stuttered but stayed aloft as the right thruster knocked against the overhanging ice. Din eased the ship up through hole in the cavern’s ceiling as gracefully as he could, and before you’d even had a chance to process it, you were leaving the frozen planet. You gave a sigh of relief when the ship made it through the atmosphere and into the almost comforting expanse of space.

Din looked back at you, and you couldn’t help but give him a beaming grin.

“We made it,” he said, and you realized just how afraid he’d been that you wouldn’t. You reached out for his hand and he took it, holding tightly.

“I love you,” you said. “And I’m so proud of you.”

He touched his other hand to the bottom of his visor. “I’m proud of you too, ner kar’ta.” He gave your hand a comforting squeeze. “Let’s go somewhere warm, hm?”

You laughed, relief and happiness bubbling from you like a bottle of Daruvvian champagne.

“I’ll go anywhere you want to,” you said. Your ship was barely limping along, and both of you were tired and hungry and cold, but you were together, and safe, and off that frozen rock. You’d never felt more delighted in your life.

He released your hand with a little bit of reluctance as he set the course for Trask, and you felt a rush of happiness for your passenger that she would soon be reunited with her husband. You didn’t know what you would have done without yours by your side through this ordeal, and hoped you would never have to be separated from Din like the frog lady had been separated from her mate. She kept a loving hand over the canister of eggs in her lap, and you held your baby a little closer too.

“Wake me up if someone shoots at us,” Din said. “Or if that door gets sucked off its rails.”

The frog lady gave a concerned croak, unfamiliar with your husband’s dry humor.

“Din,” you scolded gently. He laughed a little and turned to face her.

“I’m kidding,” he assured her. It seemed he couldn’t resist one more joke, though. “If that happened, we’d all be dead.”

You rolled your eyes, affectionately exasperated. You saw him cross his arms over his chest and lean his head back against the headrest.

“Sweet dreams,” he said. You knew he’d be out like a light, and the frog lady settled herself to sleep too, resting her head on the top of the canister.

You curled up as best you could in your seat, gently shushing your baby as he had begun to stir at his father’s voice. You rocked him and brushed your fingers over his ear; you listened to the humming of the engines and the sound of Din’s slowly deepening breaths like a lullaby. You still had a long trip ahead of you, but the worst was over, and you rested in that as your husband and baby slept peacefully.

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