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Dincember Day 20 - Snowman

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“Now for the finishing touches!” You announce to Grogu as you turn to the snow-child you’d made, hanging a pair of green socks on the twigs on either side of the snowy head for ears.

“You can put the eyes on, kid!” You say putting a small stone on each of his tiny green hands, and lift the cooing child up so he can reach.

Once placed, you set Grogu back on the frozen ground and each take a step back to admire your joint efforts.

“What do you think, kid?” You ask, looking down at him.

“Patuu!”

“Yeah, you’re right - best snow child ever!” You say with a wink.

While you’re standing there, fat white flakes start drifting down from the clouded sky. “Oh! It’s snowing again!” You exclaim, throwing your arms out, spinning in a small circle. Grogu copying your action next to you.

As you turn you notice you weren’t alone with the child. Din stood on the ramp, one hand on his hip while the other cradles his helmet, his face bare due to your isolated location.

“Repairs are done. Are neither of you col-“ he cuts himself off as his eyes travel to the snow-child behind you, and raises his eye brow. “Are those my socks?”

You reach a hand out to flick one of the socks, causing it to sway on the twig. “Oh, you mean snow-Grogu’s ears?” You ask, face the picture of innocence. “I don’t know they might be, they were just hanging around the Crest… in your clothes draw.” You can’t help the smirk that makes its way across your face.

Din rolls his eyes, shaking his head but you can see him fighting to keep his own mouth set in a hard line.

You shrug and skip over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, looking into his soft brown eyes. “Don’t worry, we made a snow Mandalorian too.” You say sweetly, gesturing over your shoulder.

His eyes land on the two large stacked snow balls next to the snow-child. “It… doesn’t have a head.” Din says, his brow knitting together as he looks back down at you still pressed against his chest.

“Needed the finishing touch.” You say, placing a kiss on his pouting lips while your hands travelled down and take his helmet from his grasp.

Twisting out of Dins arms, you walk over to the half finished snow man, and gently place the helmet on top. Then, tugging Dins leather gloves out from your pocket where you’d stashed them you hang them onto the end of the branches you’d stuck in the torso earlier.

You hear a sigh from behind you and a muttered, “Was wondering where they went…”

“So this is what you two have been up to for the past hour?” Din asks, looking incredulously between you and Grogu.

“Not exactly” You admit, crouching down to grab one of the snow balls you’d hidden behind the snow man. “I’ve also been showing the kid how to make THESE!” You lob the snow ball at Din, which flies through the air and explodes against his pommel.

Din gapes at you, eyes wide with shock as he looks from his frosty shoulder back to you, when slowly a wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” He says, voice a low rasp.

You giggle-scream as Din breaks into a sprint towards you. Your attempt to run away is futile- his long legs covering the ground between you in no time.

You feel his strong arms wrap around your waist before being yanked down onto the cold ground.

Din caged you under his body, grabbing your arms and pulls them above your head, securing them there in one large hand. With the other he scoops up snow and stuffs it down your top, causing you to howl as the the ice makes contact with your bare skin.

“M-mercy! Mercy” you call between laughter and screams.

As you lay beneath him, Din can’t help but marvel at how beautiful you look. Your cheeks and tip of your nose are flushed pink against the cold, the snow beneath and scattered in your hair make you look ethereal. Your eyes, framed with snowflakes caught in your lashes shine with joy and love as you as you meet his.

Din’s hand that held yours captive lets go, traveling down your arms, around the shell of your ear, hands skimming along your jawline. “So beautiful mesh’la” he murmurs as he brings his lips down to yours.

With your now free hands you bring them up to Dins face. He hisses when you do, grabbing your hands. “Cold.” Before brushing his lips against yours once more.

A soft coo sounds from beside you, and you both turn to look at Grogu who had wondered over to where you lay, snow flakes sticking to the fine fluff on his wrinkled head.

Din rolls off you, standing and holds a hand out to help you up. Once on your feet you scoop the child into your arms.

“Come on, kid, let’s go inside and get warmed up.” You say, following your Mandalorian back inside the crest.

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all-hallows-evie · 3 years

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Athenaeum: 7

Warnings: Canon typical Violence is coming into play this chapter, mentions of blood, capture and WORST OF ALL:...I cant write fight scenes for crap. LOL

A/N:...so yeah...shit’s hitting the fan this chapter...not sorry about it, lol

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Two months come and go and every time a ship lands near the outskirts you feel your heart clench. You did him rotten, what you did was unfair. He was trying to be kind but just like you always do, you ruin it.

You fall back into your daily routine: sorting, mindlessly storing away information that may never be needed again, but the kid is always at the back of your mind no matter how hard you try to push him away.

You hope he is okay.

You hope he is managing to slip through the Empire's grip as whispers begin to turn to murmurs. The Empire is rising from the ashes, attempting to be reborn, but this time it is darker. You can feel it in the atmosphere, the darkness that had clouded the sky during the reign of Darth Vader was starting to clog everything again.

You are terrified for the kid. Maker knows why the Empire wants him, but it is never a good thing to be wanted by the Empire in a way like that; a need so fierce they would be willing to burn down entire towns to find you.

The sun has just set on the horizon and the lamps all around are warming up their golden glow. You sit on an all too familiar duracrete wall, a cup of steaming tea in your hands.

The small girl from the pack of children approaches you with caution, she pushes a long strand of straight auburn hair behind her ear, "When will the baby be back?" She asks fearlessly.

Your lips press into a line, "I don't know."

"Do you think it will be soon? We miss him."

"I hope so." You respond before you bring the cup to your lips, the hot water burns your tongue.

The little girl seems satisfied, but disappointed with your answer and sighs before returning to the group. Her little shoulders dropping low, the chorus of “awwww” comes from the other children a few feet away.

You spend the night watching them play in the streets and making polite conversation with anyone who approaches you. You congratulate a newly wed couple as they uncomfortably ask if you might know of anything in your collection that might help them with their first child. You smile and ask them to come see you tomorrow afternoon, you'll be sure to get them what they need. "A gift." You respond when they look at each other nervously, unsure of what they could offer in trade, "We need more innocence in this world."

The moon is high in the sky by the time you wander back to your home. You catch yourself holding the spot on your chest where the child would lay his head when he was here, wrapped tightly against your body, tuckered out after a long night of play.

Sleep evades you that night.

Something about tonight was bringing out the worst in you. Something about the way everyone around you was starting to carve their way into the universe made you feel...lonely.

Inadequate.

Lost.

Again and again, you feel the urgency that only loss brings out in you, like you want to reach out into the universe and grab a hold of something - anything - to keep you from falling into the void but there is nothing.

You need to stay busy.

You don't remember when you pull yourself from the warmth of your covers and pad softly downstairs. The lights of your private archives hum loudly in the silence of the early morning. You slide into your helmet, the cold sticks to the inside spaces making little puffs with every breath you take.

You start your search, finding files with old wives tales and home remedies, scanning them for anything you can think of that the new nervous parents could need. And when you can't think of anything else, you read past accounts of births in this tiny little town, taking notes on your data pad as you go.

You don't feel your eyes start to slip closed halfway through your research, you don't feel your head drop forward suddenly heavy with exhaustion, you don't feel your entire body curl up to the desk as sleep completely overtakes you, and most of all you don't feel the Mandalorian pull you from your awkward sleeping position on the table to bring you upstairs. You don’t feel him lay you on your own bed, helmet still firmly attached over your shoulders.

You sleep through the tiny claws pulling themselves up beside you, but when the little warm body curls up under your chin your eyes finally flutter open.

Your hand comes up, landing with a soft plop between the kids ears. "Hey buddy, I've missed you." Your voice is raspy and thick with sleep.

He gurgles, little claws digging into the collar of your shirt.

"Where's your big beskar friend?" You sigh as you sit up slightly, you hold the child tight against you with one hand while pulling the helmet from your head with your other. It bounces on your mattress as you let it slide off. You look around, running the sleep from your eyes and trying to piece together how you even got back here.

The kid reaches up and touches your chin, a shiver runs down your spine as he shares more memories with you.

Sand and heat. Double suns high in the brilliant blue sky.

There was a nice woman there with wild curly hair, you can feel how much she makes him happy. She's fun because she lets me get in trouble. It's not words you exchange but feelings.

Holding the child in your arms and staring into the inky black of his eyes you can feel your resolve melting away.

If Mando asks again, you won't say no. You'll leave this all behind...but you've got to tell him the truth first. You hide your worry behind a smirk as you turn to the child, your hand curled into a C shape as you run it down the front of your chest, “Hungry?”

His little arms immediately spring up as he squeals.

“Not surprising.” You smirk as you inch out of bed, slowly standing with him still held carefully in your arms.

“I told him to let you sleep.”

You almost jump out of your skin at his sudden appearance, you aren’t sure how long the Mandalorian has been standing in your doorway watching you. “Mother of a mudscupper, I didn’t think you could be so quiet!” You shout, your heart racing up your throat.

This time he does chuckle at you before disappearing into your living area. You walk out behind him, still holding the child tight. He leans against a side wall, seemingly looking out of your window into the street below.

“I didn’t think you’d be back.” You say as you place the child down on the thick carpet, he wobbles over to the closest data pad, tucked into your usual place between one of the cushions of the couch.

“He likes it here. He’s safe here”

“You have a bounty nearby?” You ask instead.

“No.” he replies, “My offer-”

“To come with - wait.” You stop before you can finish the thought.

You hear it before you even see it break atmo, your eyes train on the sky. Mando looks up as well, following your gaze. You murmur it as you see it land in the outskirts. “T-4a shuttle.”

The Empire.

"Fuck, you have to go Mando, and you have to go now!" You scramble away from the window, you snatch the kid from the ground and hand him roughly to the Mandalorian as you both move as far away from the window as you can. Your data pad falls from his little claws, shattering against the floor. The Mandalorian tucks the child safely away in his canvas bag, trying to keep him calm as he starts to cry and squirm.

"Come with us."

"You won't make it out of atmo alone." You grit, "Go, I can buy you time."

He hesitates, "Why? Why does the Empire want you?!"

"Dank ferrik Mando, we don't have time for this!"

"Tell me why, tell me what they want."

You roll your eyes, your hands card through your hair harshly, annoyed doesn't even begin to describe the sensation that blooms in your chest, "For fucks sake Mando, it's because I belong to them!"

He takes a step back. If you could see his face you would put money on a look of betrayal probably etching itself into his gaze as you spoke.

You rip yourself out of your thin jacket and toss it on the ground and show your arm to the Mandalorian, the red of the ink even brighter than you remember in the daylight. This is not the way you were hoping to have this conversation.

"You're a deserter."

You huff, "No, life would be much easier if I was. A blaster bolt to the brain and that's the end of that. I am a creation, a monster born and bred for the Empire, they are inclined to bring me back."

He is frozen solid, the only sign of life is his chest which keeps rapidly rising and falling.

You clench your fist, he's running out of time and all he can do is stand there and be shocked by the inhumanity of the Empire, "Please Mando, you need to go."

"They want the kid, something about his blood-"

"Gods damn it, will you please go?!" You were so riled up that you felt the tears starting to blur out your vision.

"Are they making Jedi? Are they making more of you?!"

He was downright impossible. "I was force sensitive when they snatched me di'kut!" You growl, "They can't make us, but they can do other things."

Chaos is breaking out on the streets outside, you can hear screams and the sound of blaster fire. Panic rises up in your throat like acrid bile.

"Look, I don't know what they want from the kid, but please don't let them get him. If he survives whatever it is that they want him for or if he survives whatever they do to him, he won't like himself afterwards."

The Mandalorian is still and you wonder how long it will take for your words to bounce around his helmet before they sink into his head. The kid cries and he finally nods, "How do I get out?"

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You can hear them coming closer. The sounds of doors being ripped off their hinges as imperial troopers in their white plastoid armor lay waste to the houses of the people you call friends and neighbors grows louder and louder. You are scared, your heart hammers under your ribs and if you don't keep reminding yourself to breathe you are sure you are going to keel over dead.

The Imperials drag out the men and women from their homes, shouting at them for information.

“Where is the bounty hunter?!”

“The one covered in beskar!”

There is no death, there is the force. The words appear in your mind like a message from some nearby god.

You close your eyes and open your door and step out onto the main road, your long handled electro-axe dragging lines into the dirt of the road beside you. You stop in the middle of the road and turn to face the small squad of troopers, a few lieutenants scattered between them, the silver emblems of their caps shine in the sun.

"The Mandalorian was with me." You call over, your voice cuts through the chaos.

The chaos quiets down for a moment as eyes land on you. Your own gaze lands on two lieutenants in the center of the fray, you can see their eyes flicker down, as they take in the brands on your skin. You grip your weapon a little tighter under their gazes.

"Deserter!" One of them growls before the other holds him back, a tight and sudden grip on his shoulder that stops him between steps.

The dark haired lieutenant approaches warily. "What is a Praetorian doing in these quadrants?"

You smirk as there is a noticeable nervous shuffle in the group, "You're outside your jurisdiction boys. There is no Empire or New Republic presence here, but if you insist on asking questions about the Mandalorian, you are going to have to deal with me."

"I repeat, Praetorian," The lieutenant shouts as he visibly gathers his courage and shuffles closer, "Why are you here?"

Your eyes scan his face, the small smirk growing into a toothy grin on your lips, "Let me repeat, lieutenant: you have no jurisdiction here, and if you think you rank above me...you are in for a harsh reminder." Your heart feels like it’s ready to burst from your chest, but you swallow down harshly and refuse to let it show.

His lip quivers and fear rolls off him in tidal waves, he turns to his partner, "Kill them."

The heat from the blasters is immediate as every blaster attempts to take you out, you ignite your vibro axe, it’s blue arcs of electricity snapping to life. You dodge a couple of shots, blocking the rest with a quick push from the force, snapping it back before regathering your focus and sending another wave before the troopers can get another shot in.

Your wave tackles the first row of troopers, causing havoc down the next two lines of troopers. Shots ring out in all directions as troopers go flying into each other, you take this moment to jump into the fray, slicing at the splayed out troopers who are still attempting to stand.

You try to keep tabs on the snarky lieutenant as he melts into the crowd, Imperial troopers pouring down the street en force. A blaster bolt rips through your shoulder, sending a searing flash of pain down your side. You see red as you throw your hand out and catch the trooper responsible by the throat. You fling him bonelessly into the closest hard surface, the sidewall of your own home.

Before he hits the ground you're already preparing to lash out at the next wave, quickly flipping your axe to your good arm, but you are not fast enough. A trooper charges under your outstretched hand, knocking you over.

The air leaves your lungs as you hit the road hard on your back.

The troops lunge forward and you hear distant shouts:

"Bring the e-net!"

"Clear the field!"

The crowd of white and black troopers part and you see the sky darkening as the electric net fills the sky.

"Fuck." You manage to gasp before it lands against your body and pins you to the ground. You hear it hum for a moment before it cracks to life like a lightning strike. Thick arcs of blue electricity fill the air and every muscle in your body spasms.

Your screams fill your ears, eyes brimming with angry tears as white hot pain tears through you. The pain stops for a moment, just enough time for you to see the silver shine of the Razor Crest break out of atmo at the corner of your vision. Electricity arcs again and your vision is gone behind a wall of tears and a tidal wave of pain.

You hear the boots around you surge forward in rhythm and then darkness.

Sweet, sweet, painless darkness.

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