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crazydaisy710 · 1 year

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What is a Mandalorian?

I don't know about you, but do you ever think of the scene where Bo-Katan accuses Boba Fett of not being a Mandalorian, and he goes, "I never said I was." And you, as the viewer are like, "Well, what does it take to be a Mandalorian?"

Okay, so let's talk about that. (I'm not going to claim to be an expert on Mandalorian culture because there are plenty of people who truly are and I deeply admire them. And keep in mind that some parts of the Mandalorian culture are still Legends/EU and other parts are canon.)

This is a crash course on Mandalorians. Buckle up.

For those of you who are not obsessed with Mandalorian culture, there are these rules/guidelines all Mandalorians follow to keep the culture alive. It's called The Resol'nare, Mandalorian Code, the Supercommando Codex, etc. There are six pretty simple rules from the Resol'nare, a Legends/EU text. The Mandalorian Mercs and others use this to understand Mandalorian culture due to a lack of written rules/guidelines and information from canon.

Wear Beskar Armor

Speak Mando’a (The Mandalorian language)

Defend the family (Create a family, foster the culture, protect each other)

Help the clan to succeed. (Contribute to your broad, extended family so everyone can benefit from the clan)

Raise children as Mandalorians (through adoption and offspring)

Rally to the cause of the Manda’lor (the leader of the Mandalorians

All Mandalorians are familiar with these rules and seem to follow them to whatever extent they interpret them.

The cult Din Djarin is in, The Children of the Watch, is incredibly traditional. The Children of the Watch are probably an offshoot of Death Watch, but they're also super religious, and through Din Djarin, we know they call their idea of the Resol'nare "The Way," which is also called "The Way of the Mandalore." It has a tie-in of rules that dictate how a Mandalorian acts called the Mandalorian Creed, but honestly, it sounds like the Boy Scout's Scout Law, a list of values/code of honor everyone should follow but doesn't always.

We don't really know much about the Creed/Way, but we know it includes keeping your word, having a very superstitious view of how the Darksaber and leadership structure is passed down, and not taking off your helmet. And obviously, in super religious fashion, breaking one of these rules means "no longer being Mandalorian." AKA, try to break these rules and you'll lose the entire structure you have only ever been familiar with. Which is the position Din is in at the moment.

But not all Mandalorians believe in this strict interpretation of what a Mandalorian is, especially not people like Sabine Wren or even Bo-Katan, who is apparently very stingy with the title.

This is because the term "Mandalorian" means way too many things:

A language- Mando'a

A planet- Mandalore

A network of planets conquered by previous Mandos- Mandalorian Space

A religion- The Way of the Mandalore

A belief system- the Code

A culture/way of life

A leader- Mand'alor

The first leader of Mandalore was literally named "Mandalor the Great"

A series of wars and factions

A person- Mando

Manda literally means like "soul/spirit of Mandalore," to lose it means you have no soul and is also what Mandalorians call Heaven

A type of bounty hunter/mercenary who wears distinct armor

A TV show

Din Djarin to most people IRL

It's a lot! It's confusing, intentionally, and I've spent a lot of time learning about it. I guarantee I've missed at least one concept that falls under the list. So, again, what is a Mandalorian?

And by that, I mean, what is a person who follows the specific way of living called Mandalorian?

Is it a bounty hunter? Probably not; that's more of an optional profession. There are multiple examples of Mandalorians who never were bounty hunters, some who once were, and others who have always been. Boba Fett is/was a bounty hunter, and he's not Mandalorian, but Din Djarin, who collects bounties to support his clan/cult, is not.

Is it a person who was distinctly born on Mandalore or its conquered planets? No, the Mandalorian code encourages its people to adopt others and teach them what it means to be a Mandalorian. Din Djarin was not born on a Mando planet, was adopted, and then found someone to adopt later on.

Do you have to wear the armor? Maybe? Definitely not all the time, including the helmet. Satine Kryze and her followers don't, but some of them do. Alrich Wren is never seen wearing armor, but the rest of his family is.

Do you have to speak the language? Honestly, so little Mando'a has been spoken in the Star Wars universe that you can't even try to know if any Mandos know it. But there are examples of people reading it. Boba uses his chain code to show who he is and is descended from.

Do you have to be a warrior? Yes, for sure. Maybe not a violent person, but someone ready and willing to fight.

How important is family to a Mandalorian? EVERYTHING, family is everything. But, consider Sabine Wren, who left her family because she shamed them, or Bo-Katan Kryze, who was so against her sister's ideas she joined a group that wanted to kill her. And later is upset her sister was murdered (you can't have both, Bo). So, it's important, but it can be complicated. Boba Fett has a great attachment to family and continuously seems to be honoring his father. (This is also why they hate Jedi, who have no family/attachments.)

Do you have to have children? It's probably an important part, but let's remember that the only Mandos we know who have children are the parents of other Mandos. (Ursa and Alrich Wren, Jango Fett, maybe Satine Kryze) Bo-Katan literally says she's the last of her clan, so she's 100% failed on that part.

Do you have to follow the leader of Mandalore? Honestly, if they could just figure out who that person is and why, this would all be much easier. The debate about the Darksaber, how it's possessed, and who is a legitimate leader is too long to add to this post. Unfortunately, disrupting the governmental structure of the Mandalorians because no one can agree on anything is key to destroying them. That's why most Mandos are concerned about clans and families.

Do you have to hate Jedi? Debatable. Din Djarin does not seem to know he must immediately hate every Jedi he meets. Sabine Wren literally lives with two of them for six years despite other Mandalorians, her mother and Fenn Rau, advising her not to trust them. Ahsoka has so many ties to Mandalore even Bo-Katan likes her. Clones were taught to implicitly trust Jedi.

To put it frankly, Bo-Katan's statement probably has more to do with the fact that Boba is a clone and the looming yet unanswered question in Clone Wars, "Are clones beings with rights?" It's easy to think as a more traditional Mandalorian, Bo-Katan, who once led the terrorist group Death Watch, would be offended that the Kaminoans would pick someone from her close-knit, irreplaceable culture to create millions of disposable weapons. It doesn't matter that there were soldiers like Rex who believed in brotherhood and fought like Mandalorians because that's how they were trained (Rex is a Gen 1 Clone and would've been taught by Jango Fett) and knew Mando'a. Her culture was exploited over and over for other people's gain.

It's unclear how the range of Mandalorians (orthodox to unconventional) feel the same way, but it's something to keep in mind.

So, some defining parts of being a person who can call themselves a Mandalorian:

They have a complex family system that is supposed to be built to protect each other.

They wear distinct armor made from beskar to inform others of their origin and protect themselves.

They follow a leader, and how they are determined as a leader is extremely debatable.

They believe in a set of values that include maintaining honor in all circumstances (they are basically medieval knights).

They pass down the core parts of the culture, if possible.

Be badass (probably a part of the values).

They fight for distinct causes. Fighting for the protection of Mandalore and its way of life is the most important.

You can lose your identity as a Mandalorian, but not because of silly rules like exposing yourself to the elements. *I plan to elaborate in another post

These are what I've interpreted and are definitely not in any particular order. Because Star Wars limits the amount of information to know about Mandalorians, hopefully, there will be more when season 3 of The Mandalorian comes out. Although I expect most of the rules will be from The Children of the Watch or other traditional groups who are just trying to survive, it seems that Din will explore what a Mandalorian is in season 3.

Thank you for making it this far!

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treasureswordsgirl55 · 3 years

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The Child's Fault

Character: Din “Mando” Djarin

Inspired by (song): Cuando Nadie Me Ve - Alejandro Sanz

Warnigs: Mando without helmet (This is a neon lights warning!)

Author's Note: Hello Again!!!

This is the first fic that I posted in this account with Mando and his adorable little green child. What can I say about these two? They’re just adorable.

Ps: I miss so so so much The Mandalorian

Ps2: I wrote this during middle of season one.

So.... I hope you like this one, and as always, thanks you for all the replies ❤️ That means so so much for me. XOXO 😘😘😘

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Cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser… Cuando nadie me ve pongo el mundo al revés, Cuando nadie me ve no me limita la piel, Cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser. Cuando nadie me ve…

A thud resounds from the lonely ship as the beskar makes contact with the ground. The culprit of that sound growls annoyed as he looks around trying not to have attracted the attention of those who accompanied him.

That is the sound of a man who is carried away by the tranquility of being alone and full of freedom.

He never thought that freedom had a specific sound, or any sensation to which to attribute it, but for him, freeing himself at times from that oath to which he owed his life filled him with peace.

He walks slowly, enjoying the sensation of lightness that floods him, and at the same time he turns to observe the little green specimen that sleeps pleasantly in his Moses crib, too confident that he is in good hands, which he does. smile.

He shakes his head when a grip on his chest distracts him and knows what it means: In the short time she had been with him, he considered him hers. He considered it his family.

Perhaps because of the fact that he felt that he would feel like him, alone in a world he barely knew. Perhaps because a paternal instinct was born in him that he did not know he had or only wanted to be something more than a simple bounty hunter.

He still couldn't explain what led him to rescue that boy, but he was sure he should. He wanted to be someone who would do the right things and stop carrying all that heavy baggage on his shoulders.

At times he is once again that little boy who hears his mother's voice calling him from the immense gardens of that palace that only remained blurred in his thoughts, as well as the memory of his laughter every time she caught him and did nothing but offer him affection.

Even though he had learned to hide his emotions from him, he missed that kind of affection more than anything. He missed her more than anything.

He felt even more lonely knowing that there was something waiting for him somewhere but that he was not comfortable with it.

How could he go back to his "normal" life when his reputation was known to the entire parsec? The advantages of wearing a mask.

A sigh clouds the glass and he turns to see how Winter sleeps relaxed in her bunk, without being aware that he has been watching her for a few minutes without any barrier between them. That woman had managed to get into her life without even looking for him, she had saved his skin as soon as they met on Naboo, when they tried to kidnap the child and she protected him as if her life depended on it.

There, between his fear of losing the child and a feeling of warmth invading him, he felt that he fell a little in love with her.

The wavy-haired young woman settles into her sleep muttering a couple of inconsistencies and Dyn keeps them in her mind thinking about when she can tell him to take advantage of it. He laughs as a sound pulls him out of his reverie and before he can take the helmet, those huge black eyes are watching him as if it were an inspection.

The little boy with bulging eyes and green skin watches him making him feel uncomfortable, naked.

He felt so exposed that he could barely breathe easily.

A bubbling sound similar to a laugh came out of the child's mouth as he stretched his little hand towards the Mandalorian like that first time they met, hoping that he would lose the fear of feeling exposed and realize that it was only them.

Dyn got it. They were just a boy and a man who had each other. Just the two of them and no one else.

He approached slowly and took the little one in his arms, with a delicacy that was not typical of him, he smiled at him and the little one made a sound similar to a laugh.

- Be quiet. Ok? You don't want to wake her up.

The little bulging-eyed specimen stood up stretching his little hand trying to reach his face, looking at him in a strange way that Dyn understood as curiosity. For the first time he had seen him without the helmet he was taking it too well. They both were actually taking it too well.

- Yes, this is me - The murmur filled the empty spaces creating a kind of echo that only they were able to hear - Do you like what you see?

The little noise similar to a laugh made him smile again and hold him a little in his arms, feeling how the little one rested his little head against his chest; that little boy had earned what little was left of his heart.

A sound coming from the other side of the ship put him on alert at the same time that he took the blaster from him and pointed towards the door, leaving the little one in his cradle and activating the commands of his wristband in case he needed to move him away from there. .

- Everything's fine? - Winter's sleepy voice came from his bunk, hiding the vision of his face without the beskar that protected him so much.

The sound that Dyn interpreted as a laugh sounded again and he chose not to speak, but the young notary that her voice was different - Mando?

- Stay calm, it's just the movement of the wind outside. Go back to rest - Winter felt a chill to hear it. His voice did not sound as usual, with the sound of the modulator interfering between them, nor with the typical tone produced by the Beskar, but it seemed sweeter, more real. That told her that he was not wearing the helmet.

The heavy dream she had of her dissipated at the thought of letting her curiosity overwhelm her.

She sat on her knees on the bunk and crawled from her until she was in front of the door, which separated her from seeing Dyn.

- Sorry. I did not want to bother you - That female voice sent a chill through her body making her think for a second to press the button that separated the two cameras and let her see it- Is the child okay?

Dyn smiled as she watched the little boy whimper in her crib answering her questions. - You're fine?

That conversation felt so intimate that neither of them wanted it to end.

The Mandalorian took a seat near the door and in a fit of emotions put his hand on the door that separated them and let out a sigh.

- As long as you and the child are, I will be too - Winter smiled as he put his hand on the door and caressed it thinking it was Dyn's face. He pushed that thought out of her head and leaned against her with a heavy sigh. This was more exhausting than trying to guess if he smiled or even looked at her every time she spoke to him.

The two were silent as they pondered how strange this situation was: They had been together many times, talking about the next steps to take, how to find where the little one belonged and about the long nights of surveillance they had to carry out so that that little green glutton was sure. But they had never been in a situation as strange as that.

- How did he take it? - The young woman's voice made Dyn turn towards the door with a frown - I mean the child

It took him a minute to realize that he was talking about him seeing his face.

- A t least he didn't scream when he saw me. - Dyn's annoyed voice flooded that bunk and Winter laughed. The mixture of annoyance and irony in his voice made her think that he was frowning, but she wanted to have a minimal image to be able to put a face on that person who haunted her even in her deepest dreams or saved her in her worst nightmares - I must like him.

- Everyone likes you, Mando, even though you are very grumpy - The young woman was silent, she barely heard his laugh, a sincere laugh, that she admitted that his words were real. She heard the boy's whimper and it was her turn to laugh - Now am I the fun of you two?

- You too?

- Sorry?

- If you like me - The question caught her off guard, and the only thing she managed to answer was a resounding yes, but that word did not come out of her mouth- You don't need to answer if you don't want to.

- I like you a lot - "More than I want to admit" she thought as he concentrated on raising and lowering his hand on the door that separated them, imagining for a moment she was touching the beskar of his armor and she lost a second in it - Although sometimes you just grunt and touch buttons, but it's nice to be by your side, well, for me it is.

The silence made Dyn move to the door and consider again pressing the button for the bunk.

But the child read his thoughts and with just a small imperceptible movement of his hand, the situation changed and passed so quickly that neither of them saw it coming: The door opens, causing the little one to let out a sound similar to a laugh, accompanied by a curse coming from a female voice on the other side of the door that ended with Winter losing her stability and falling face down to the ground. The young woman waited for the blow to arrive but that did not happen, on the contrary, she felt the cold run through her body as soon as she felt the metal against her hands, a metal with a polished appearance.

She didn't need to see it to know that the only metal in the Razor Crest that she looked like was Beskar.

Dyn had two options before the door opened: Don't touch the button or Put on the helmet and open it.

He cursed as his options changed: When the bunk door opened without even having pressed the button, he had no time to reprimand the child, but hurried over to grab Winter before his head hit hard the ground.

And in all that, he didn't have time to put on his helmet.

Winter automatically closed her eyes, squeezing them tight enough that she didn't even feel a single photon. She held back a gasp at the idea of him stopping her fall and cursed the Force hard because that little slice of the image she had come to glimpse must be illegal.

- You're safe, Winter. Breathe - The sound of his voice, barely softened by the absence of the beskar made the young woman feel that the heat began to invade her, to the point of consuming her in a minimum second. She mentally cursed as she moved her hands trying to push Dyn away, trying to get back to the bunk and close it from the inside.

- I'm really sorry. I do not know what happened ... I swear I have not touched anything - her phrase came out of her mouth, broken and quick from her, to the point of not understanding herself - I did not see anything - she said with the head hung and eyes closed.

Dyn smiled as she shared a look with the little child, as if they were sharing a secret.

He would already be in charge of talking to him.

- Stop talking. It was an accident of the child - his voice sounded annoyed and Winter guessed that he was looking at the child - I'll talk with him later.

- Don't be so harsh. It happens to anyone.

- Not him - The little boy replied with a laugh and Dyn let out a sigh. He helped the rebellious young woman to get up little by little and once she was sitting on the bunk, he watched her without saying a word. Her hair was tousled and her cheeks were flushed. He smiled at that image and looked at the little child.

- Can you stay up? You may feel dizzy ...

- No, I'm fine. Let me know when you put the helmet on - Dyn looked at the child and understood. He was testing him.

All he did was move the helmet away from him, with a kick and a deep breath. After that there would be no going back.

- Ready. - When Winter opened her eyes she felt her world move as if an earthquake was shaking her, trying to reduce her to rubble. She wanted to close her eyes again but she couldn't.

Those brown eyes watched her with suspicion and curiosity, a combination strange to her but familiar to him.

She didn't know what to say, she only managed to raise her hand and caress her cheek, touch to which Dyn responded automatically, bringing her face closer to Winter's fingers.

- Do you like what you see? - he asked the same question as the child and Winter smiled at him as she pulled away from him a bit and thought about how attractive he was. It was an injustice that he had to walk with that helmet everywhere.

She didn't even respond out of fear of saying something that would leave her in evidence that she was interested in him.

- Cara knows about ... - She indicated her face at the same time that the Mandalorian shook his head. - She will hate me.

- Not if you don't know. It's just the kid and you.

- You shouldn't be wearing that. It is unfair - Admits the rebel making him laugh and enjoying that marvel - It will be difficult for me to see you again with that.

- You won't have to.

- Sorry?

- I can be without it here as long as it's just the two of you. It will be our secret.

Dyn leaves the cabin with a smile while Winter takes the child in her arms without really knowing how everything had happened there.

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castiel-barnes · 3 years

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Holocron dreams.

The Mandalorian and The Jedi.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Jedi Reader.

Summary: After looking at what's on the Holocron, a sense of déjà vu and a series of nightmares ensue.

Wordcount: 1.7K

Warnings: PTSD. Dark premonitions. Swearing. Soft Din. Hurt comfort. Mentions of throwing up.

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Tags: @phoenixhalliwell @prideandpascal @scribbledghost @farfromjustordinary @ginger-swag-rapunzel

A/N: The dream and message section of writing will be written in type writer font.

The Razor Crest was still set down by the river on Miko -7. Even though Grogu was tired, he was restless after seeing what you had found in the cave.

A holocron.

You sat there thinking, and you decided to open it. Din had been sitting next to you, with Grogu in your lap and Grogu knew what was about to happen.

"You ready cyare?" Din asked almost hesitantly,

"Yeah." You responded just staring at the blue cube that had gold embedded onto it.

Closing your eyes, the air in the area around the three of you shifted. It was a similar change when you rebuilt your lightsaber, but this time. It was stronger. Grogu shifted in Dins lap and looked at him whining.

"I know Ad'ika. I know." Din whispered to him.

The holocron started to float in front of you. And no matter how much force you were using, it didn't feel like you were straining. As you sat there, the holocron opened and that's when a projection of Obi Wan Kenobi turned up.

You opened your eyes and gasped a little. Not expecting to have found this.

"This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi. Trust in the force. Do not return to the temple. That time has passed. And our future is uncertain. We will each be challenged. Our trust... our faith... our friendships. But we must persevere. And in time a new hope will emerge. May the force be with you... always.'

Tears pricked your eyes. This wasn't the first time you had heard this message. But everytime, it reminded of everything that was lost.

The holocron closed and fell to the ground as you tried to wrap your head around the growing headache. Grogu had sensed your slight distress, and climbed into your lap cooing.

"I-i know buddy. I wasn't expecting that either." You spoke softly to Grogu,

You felt Din move closer to you, placing his hand on your knee.

"Y/N what was that?" Din asked, wondering what he had just been looking at and what the message meant.

"That was Kenobi, he was a former master at the Jedi Order. And that was the message he sent out... sent out after order 66. I was so young and when I heard that, I was so scared. But I got out. I escaped Din. We escaped." You said closing your eyes as you felt Grogu hide his face into your chest.

Din pulled you gently into him. Though it wasn't comfortable with his beskar. You knew he meant well. The three of you stayed there for a little while, until the sun went down. You didn't realise at the time how tired you were, using the force, hearing the message. The feeling of anxiety. The same anxiety of hearing the message for the first time.

"I think I might go to bed." You stated giving Grogu back to Din,

"Okay, you alright though?" Din stated a bit concerned. You nodded and smiled walking into the crest. Grogu whined looking up at Din.

"Yeah, I'm worried too kid." Din said watching you retreat back. Din sighed, and continued to play with Grogu for the next hour and a bit. Then after finally getting Grogu to sleep, Din was left alone for a while.

He locked the Crest up, knowing that neither of you would be going out for the rest of the night. At some point Din must've fallen asleep. Because the next thing he knew, he jolted awake. Something obviously waking him up.

Sitting there quietly for the next few seconds, that's when he heard you. Whimpering, muttering and thrashing around. He bolted out the chair, and he rushed to the cot where you laid.

"Y/N? Y/N come on wake up. You need to wake up!" Din stated holding your arms gently.

Inside your dream, lots of things were happening. Everything was in diasary, the first thing you knew was that you were running with a bundle of blankets in your arms.

"Trust in the force......."

You heard Kenobi say. Spinning around you saw bodies laying on the floor. Bodies of former padawans. Then turning around you saw the bodies of Resistance fighters. Your friends. X-wings crashing as they were shot down above Endor. You felt the pain of the wounds you got, the ones that caused scars.

Din could physically feel you shaking, your night shirt sticking to your clammy skin. This was one of many times that Din was scared for you, he was struggling to wake you up. Not knowing what was going on.

"Fuck. Come on cyar’ika, you have to wake up. It's just a bad dream mesh'la, come on." Din stated, his eyes misting over a little bit.

You flinched hard as you heard blaster fire all around you. Images of clones over running cities. Being trapped in corners.

Then the imagery changed. You didn't recognise it though. You recognised the location, but ... this had yet to happen. Again you flinched at the sound of blaster fire, but this time it was no clones. It was Stormtroopers. Lots of them. Then someone else, this time only wearing partial armour.

"My name is Moff Gi......"

Another voice coming over Dins comms. There was your friend the shock trooper. Greef Carga.

Then you were outside. And an explosion went off. Right by Din. It felt like your heart had stopped.

From Din's perspective, you had momentarily stopped breathing. That made him panic. He knew it wasn't the best idea, but he shook you slightly and took your pulse to make sure you were still there.

Next in your dream, you were back inside. But Din was laying there, almost motionless and unresponsive.

"Din?" You muttered, running over to him. Discovering blood underneath his helmet.

"Din? No. No Din. Please." You muttered, your back arching a little with you whimpering.

"Cyar’ika wake up. I'm right here. I promise, you're safe." Din tried waking you again,

"This...is...the...way."

Din choked out in your dream. The next thing you knew, you were screaming and crying being dragged away. And then a buzz of a saber.

That. Was when you woke. Screaming and crying. You could barely breathe. You looked around the cot and found his helmet infront of you.

"D-din...I." You tried to speak but you couldn't.

"It's alright sweetheart I promise." He reassured you,

You still couldn't breathe properly and you were choking on sobs. Feeling like you were about to throw up, you gagged and Din took that as an obvious hint.

He grabbed you an empty bucket, and sat it in your lap.

"Let it out baby, come on let it out." Din stated rubbing your back. You heaved and let out what you had for dinner. Making you feel a bit better.

But you were still crying and shaking, your voice gone from screaming.

"You're safe now cyare, you're safe." Din kept reassuring you. He stood up, and you grabbed for his wrist with a begging look.

"I'm just taking my armour off. I promise." He reassured you, kneeling to your level. You blinked at him for a moment, and then nodded and watched as he stood. Din quickly discarded his armour, and carefully climbed onto the cot with you.

"D-din, my throat... it hurts." You stated, voice scratchy and hoarse,

"I know cyar’ika, here some water." Din gave you a canteen of water, and watched as you gulped it down.

You were still breathing heavily, tears staining your cheeks. Laying against Dins chest, you felt his heartbeat against your ear. You knew at this point that he was alive, you were safe and Din was safe.

The next thing you knew, Din turned off the lights with his vambrace that was on the cot next to you. You heard the hiss of his helmet, and then felt the warmth of his lips on your head.

"You don't have to talk about it cyare. But I'm here, I promise you now that I'll always be here. You're safe. Always." Din stated whispering in your ear.

Though you were asleep, the nightmares took a lot of energy out of you. You nodded off, and cuddled into Din's chest. He always felt so warm, even in the coldest of nights when going through hyperspace.

By now Din had decided not to fall back to sleep. Too worried that you might fall into another nightmare. During the midst of your dreams, the things you mumbled out and the force of your thrashing around made Din consider that you've been through more than he thought. More than you told him.

He thought about asking you. But was too scared that he might trigger something and cause you to go into another panic.

Grogu had woken up, feeling and hearing the disturbance from you. He crawled into your lap and fell back to sleep shortly after.

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The next morning:

When you awoke the next morning, your throat felt like it had been ripped out. The slight memory of what happened coming back to you, made you shudder. But that's when you realised a warmth encompassed you.

Behind you, there was Din holding you against his chest. And on top of you was Grogu laying on your stomach.

You shifted slightly to find the canteen of water that Din had given you the previous night.

"Hey cyar’ika, you okay?" Din asked his voice sounded a bit tired,

"Yeah... my throat is hurting again." You rasped out, leaning back into Din. He found the canteen and passed it back to you. Taking a few sips of water, your throat felt slightly better.

"Din... I'm sorry about last night." You let out in a whisper.

"Hey, no no. No apologising. You didn't do anything wrong last night, I promise you." Din stated quickly, holding you tightly,

"It all felt so real though, and then there were other things which I don't think are real but I have no clue." You responded a few tears falling down your cheek.

"I know mesh'la. But the thing is, you're safe. Okay?" Din said softly kissing the top of your head.

The three of you stayed like the for most of the day. Not wanting to move from your positions on the cot.

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hyperfixatingmenever · 3 years

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Steam

Steam | One-Shot | 2.8K | General

Title: Steam

Fandom: The Mandolorian

Pairing: Din Djarin/ Reader

Rating: General

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: The kid (and eventually Mando) get sick and you've got to get creative.

Cross posted from Ao3 here

A/N: This is just some teeth rotting fluff that came to me at 2am. Enjoy! Also can’t forget to thank @soyelfuegoquearde for keeping my head on straight and beta reading for me! Bless you!

You wake up with sleep still in your eyes to heavy breathing and small coughs coming from the kid’s silver sphere. Sitting up from your make-shift bed on the floor, you open the kid’s sphere to find him still asleep but fussing. He had picked something up a couple of days ago, and you were starting to get worried but not as worried as his dad. Mando would pace in the belly of the razor crest as you slowly rocked a fussing kid.

"Have you tried tea?"

"Yep."

"Broth?"

"Yep."

"Medicine?"

"Yep."

Still pacing, you can hear soft mumbling coming from his voice modulator.

"He could get worse... he needs a healer... but someone might tell... it could get back to... he wouldn't be safe... he needs to be safe... needs to be okay."

This was the first time you had ever seen Mando --- Panicked? You reach out and grab his forearm with your freehand, stopping him mid-stride.

"Mando, he'll be fine. Kids get sick, it happens, but he'll get better. Look how strong he is," You finish saying as you boop his tiny green nose.

You say this to reassure him, but deep down, to reassure yourself too. You know how strong the kid is, but he was still so small.

Over the course of a couple of days, you had tried everything, but nothing seemed to work. He was still coughing, his nose was plugged, and when you put your ear to his tiny chest you could hear it rattle. On the fifth day of this nonsense, you had almost had enough. The kid was sick and grumpy because he couldn't sleep; you obviously didn't blame the kid. You just wished you could make him feel better. But if taking care of one person wasn't hard enough, you suddenly had to take care of two. Mando was worried and grumpy; he hadn't slept much either and was barely eating; all of his energy was focused on the kid. You practically had to push him off the Razor Crest this morning to catch his bounty.

"But the kid!"

"But the kid, nothing. You've spent two days just staring at him. He’s going to be fine!"

"But what if he gets worse?"

"We've got coms. I'll call you."

He turns around and looks you in your eyes (you assume).

"I can't go. My head’s not in it."

You cross your arms, unwavering in your stance.

"It's a dumb, rich teenager who skipped bail. You could do this with your eyes closed."

His head falls. No one speaks, but his thoughts are loud enough you can hear. You place a hand on the cold beskar of his helmet, the heat of your hand almost penetrating through the metal to cup his cheek.

"He will be okay. I'll take good care of him."

Mando lifts his head, knowing that you'd do anything for that little womp rat.

"What if I tell you I'll give you updates every couple of hours?"

"Every 30 minutes."

"Every hour."

"Deal"

His shoulders are still weighed by his paternal concern but with the assurance that his son is safe in your care, he turns away from the Crest and heads off to find his bounty.

A couple of hours passed since Mando went on his hunt; you had fed and given the kid some medicine as well as done your promised check-ins. As you sit down on the floor, leaning against the wall of the razor crest, still slowly rocking the kid, you start to hum a song your mom used to sing to you when you were sick as a kid. Continuing to softly hum, your eyes suddenly burst open with a memory from when you were younger.

Quickly you move the kid from your arms into his sphere to change into a pair of shorts and take off your shirt with your breasts still wrapped underneath. With the kid now back in your arms you head to the fresher. As a kid, your mom would turn the shower to the hottest setting and would hold you while sitting on the floor, enveloped by the steam and wait for it to loosen everything in your chest. And you had the exact same plan for the kid.

Slowly the small fresher started to fill with warm steam, continuing to rock the kid who, honestly, hadn't left your arms much in the last five days. You feel him begin to settle and take normal breaths. You feel Incredibly relieved; all you wanted in the world right now was for this little one to get better. Finally feeling some peace, you leaned your head back and let the darkness envelop you.

You couldn't remember the last time you slept longer than 15 minutes. If somehow the kid was quiet and not struggling, you'd panic and wake up to check on him. But right now, you feel something cool radiating beside you and soft caresses on your face.

"Cyare"

Your eyes flutter open, the lights in the fresher are suddenly very bright, but your eyes start to focus on the beskar covered man squatting beside you.

"Mando," you say very groggily.

Still lightly caressing your face, Mando explains "You missed the last check-in. I was getting worried."

This makes your eyes open completely. "Oh my God, Mando! I'm so sorry, we were in here, and he was feeling better, and we both fell asle-"

Mando cuts off your babbling. "It's fine, I was already on my way back, I was just worried-" glancing at his son sleeping soundly in your arms "about the both of you."

You can feel the heat start to rise in your cheeks, hoping it can be explained away with the heat still captured in the tiny room, you look away.

"He's doing a lot better," You say, still not looking up at Mando.

"That's good."

Mando reaches down and caresses his son’s small cheek. Small cooing noises come out of his tiny lips, and he further snuggles into your chest. This makes you look up to Mando with a smile. He’s already looking back at you.

Mando breaks the stare "Here, let me take him, you..." gesturing to your body, which you realize is more uncovered than your employer had ever seen from you before. Instinctively you pull the child and your knees closer to your chest, unsure what you’re specifically trying to hide. "You... um... go to bed, you haven't slept since he got sick, and you’re exhausted from taking care ---"

Of the kid, you thought.

"Of the both of us."

Oh.

You try and put up a bit of a fight. "No, I'm feeling better; I swear, you just got back from a hunt anyways."

"No, get some sleep. Let me take care of both of you... please"

That please melts your heart, he could have asked for anything and ended it with that please, and you would have given it to him, happily. Looking at the child once more, softly stroking one of his enormous ears, you hand him over to his dad. Even asleep, the little one knows what his father’s armour feels like and cuddles in closer. Mando stands up and reaches his free arm down to help you up; you take it happily.

As you stand in front of Mando, a yawn builds inside your chest, you try to cover it, but Mando cocks his head to the side, giving you a knowing look. You admit defeat with your hands and head over to the pile of blankets on the floor you call your bed. You pull a ratty old shirt that Mando had given you.

"I don't wear it anymore; you can have it."

Even though you washed it many times before, it still had his lingering smell; you tended to wear it to bed; it made you feel... safe. Before you finish reorganizing your nest of blankets, Mando speaks up.

"Take my bed. You deserve a better sleep than one on the floor."

Before you can protest, Mando cuts you off again.

"I won't be sleeping any time soon. He needs to eat and... I miss him"

Mando's occasional domesticity made you warm and slightly lightheaded. You’re not going to argue with a father about his kid, and he's right; you are exhausted. So without any further argument, you walk over, kiss the kid on the head, wish Mando goodnight and crawl into his bed.

Unsure with how much exact time had passed, but you know it had to have been many hours. Your body is heavy as you wake up, you could feel the lines of the pillowcase indented in your skin. You rub your face, hoping to get some circulation back. As you slowly crawl out of Mando's bed, you hear, singing? It is very soft and as you look around you find it’s coming from the fresher.

Nuhoy Verd'ika

Te me'suum'ika laam

Te Ka'ra dral

ca'nara gar vercopa

Hearing Mando’s deep voice sing this soft lullaby makes your heart soar. You tip-toe to the fresher door and open it just a smidge. Steam starts to escape; the kid must have started getting stuffy again. You see Mando curled over and rocking what you assume to be the kid, in pants but no shirt. Your eyes wander over his broad shoulders and back. He has many scars and some bruises. You imagine his body is littered with them... just begging to be kissed, but as your eyes wander up, you see hair. Beautiful brown messy locks but hair, Mando has his helmet off.

Nuhoy Verd'ika

Gar liser geroya nakar'tuur

akaanir nakar'tuur

parjir nakar'tuur

You panic and close the door. With your back pressed against the wall, your brain tries to comprehend what you saw. Mando couldn't have seen you, but if he did, you'd swear you hadn't seen anything. Well, you hadn't seen his face, so that wouldn't be a lie ...right? You would never want to be the reason Mando broke his creed. Sure, you always kind of wondered what your employer looked like, but his creed was much more important than your curiosity.

Nuhoy Verd'ika

gar aliit kar'taylir darasuum gar

Meh val chaaj'yc be'chaaj

kar'taylir darasuum kar'tayl nayc chaaj

Nuhoy Verd'ika

parjai shi olaror Verd'ika meg Nuhoy

As you hear a long pause, you think the song must be done, you realize you can't be found right outside the fresher, so you quietly bound over to your bed and start folding blankets, trying to look busy. Seconds later, Mando comes out still shirtless but with his helmet on. Thank Maker. Steam billowed out behind him like he was in one of your trashy holo-novels.

"Oh, you're up. How’d you sleep?"

"Good... really good."

Trying not to look at his chest, which you definitely fail at, and like you, he realizes how bare he is and instinctively pulls the child closer.

"Um, can you take him so I, um, can get dressed?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Reaching your arms out. You do a little dance with Mando as he hands you the kid and tries to get past you to get his clothes, but you both are obviously flustered. Finally, Mando gets past you; you keep your back to him to give him some sort of privacy.

"He's feeling a lot better."

"Oh, thank Maker," you say as you rock the finally peaceful child.

"The steam. It really helped."

"Good, my mother used to do it with me when I was little, and we were running out of options," you say with a chuckle.

More quietly than before, "I don’t know what I'd do without you."

Your heart and stomach flutter, but with it sounding like it escaped Mando's internal monologue, you decide not to react.

-----

Days later, the kid got better like you knew he would, but man, you are happy for Mandos sake. What you weren't expecting was for poor indestructible Mando to catch it from the kid.

"Why aren't you sick?"

"I guess I'm just stronger," giving him a quick wink.

Over the course of a week, just like with the kid, you had to nurse Mando back to health. A week of forcing him to drink broth and tea and take his medicine, but just like with the kid, nothing seemed to help other than steam.

The first night Mando tried to do it alone, but he ended up passing out. So the next night you both got dressed in your lightest clothes, Mando, with his helmet still on he would lean against you, and you would shut off the lights. Anticipating the whooshing noise from Mandos helmet as he takes it off. The next five days, you both would spend a couple of hours sitting in the hot steam as he leaned against you and slept.

Your relationship began to slowly change. There were nights where you would sit in the cockpit and watch the stars go by telling stories. Sure you did most of the talking, but you could always tell Mando was listening, even with his helmet.

As you got more familiar it felt like Mando was always touching you. His hands, his body, constantly brushing up against you. When he reached for something, to get past you, just having a hand on you when you were in public. It felt like every chance he got he needed to be touching you. Slowly you started to get addicted to his small touches. You had no complaints you relished in the feeling of his gloves gliding across your body. Closing your eyes and enjoying the soft leather pads of his fingers or the cold beskar that covered his body.

Things dramatically changed between you two when Cobb offered you a job at the school.

“Come on Mando, don’t you think she’d make a great teacher for the little ones?”

“That’s not what I’m saying-”

“So, are you not giving her a recommendation?” Cobb elbows Mando teasingly.

“No, I-”

“Well, I haven’t said yes, but thank you for the offer Cobb, I’ll tell you my decision tomorrow.”

On your way back to the crest, Mando was quiet. Mando was always quiet, but this silence felt heavy. When you finally enter the Crest you've had enough.

“What’s wrong, Mando” catching his arm, making him turn around. His head was pointed at the ground.

“Are you going to leave?”

“What?”

“Are you going to leave? Leave the kid. Leave me.”

“Well, I-”

“Please don’t go.”

You place your hand on the side of his helmet. “I wasn’t going to leave. I care about the kid, you, too much. You guys… you guys are my family.”

There’s a long pause as your foreheads touch.

“Do you trust me?”

You only respond with a nod.

“Close your eyes...please.”

That please. You’d do anything for that please. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut.

You hear the recognizable whooshing of Mando taking off his helmet. It hits and rattles against the floor of the Crest.

You feel his soft breath before anything, his facial hair tickles your top lip, and his chapped lips press against your own. He starts to pull away, but you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It's an innocent kiss but as if Mando can feel the fire in your belly begin to grow he licks your bottom lip begging for entrance. Your mouths and tongues explore each other, but you both eventually pull away breathless.

“Wow, Mando, that was… wow.”

“Din”

“What?”

“My names Din”

-----

Now weeks after that Din and you had fallen into a pattern of domesticity. Intentional touches as you passed each other, sleeping together in his bed, even showering together in the dark. You couldn't be happier.

You were currently sitting on the ramp of the Crest watching the kid chase a butterfly around. Every time the kid got close, you’d clap and encourage him (but you also hoped it would scare the butterfly). Secretly you cheered on the butterfly, knowing the kid probably wanted to eat it.

“Hello, Cyare” Din says as he sits behind you and wraps his arms around your torso.

“Hello Mando,” Remembering only to say his name in private.

He rests his chin on your shoulder. Both of you sitting in the comfortable silence watching the little one run around. Your thoughts begin to wander.

“You called me that when the kid was sick; what does it mean?”

“Beloved”

“Beloved?”

“Yes, beloved.”

“But you said that before we were…”

“Together? Yes. You and that little one-” pointing his gloved hand at the kid who doesn't seem to be getting tired of this butterfly. “-Are my aliit. My Family. I will always protect you. This is the way.”

Leaning back you cuddle into his shoulder, and his arms softly tighten around you. You look at the kid and feel Dins heartbeat against you, and you know you're safe. “This is the way.”

-----

Translation For The Song.

Sleep little warrior

The moon is up

The stars are bright

It's time for you to dream

Sleep little warrior

You can play tomorrow

Fight tomorrow

Win tomorrow

Sleep, little warrior

Your family loves you

Even if they’re far away

Because love knows no distance

So sleep, little warrior

Because victory only comes to little warrior who sleep

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Home- Chapter 4 (The Prisoner)

Summary: Din and Jesla join a crew of mercenaries on a dangerous mission to spring a convict from a prison ship. Jesla sees someone from her past.

Pairing: Eventual Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) × OC!Jesla Gavdo

Word Count: 3,725

Warnings: Violence, gun TW, Mayfeld being insensitive

A/N: Din Djarin in red lighting. That's all I'm gonna say

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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Jesla paces behind Din as he lands the Razor Crest in a space station hangar bay, muttering to herself. He told her that he had contacted a man he once knew, and that he would pay them for a job that he needed done. She was reluctant about taking this job, but then again, she almost died on the last one.

“You don't need to be moving around so much. You're not exactly completely healed,” Mando reminds her as he stands up from his seat.

“I gotta bad feeling about this, Mando,” Jesla tells him, tapping the side of her leg. Something didn't feel right to her about this at all.

Din rolls his eyes from beneath his helmet as he starts down the ladder. “You're being paranoid,” he replies. Jesla scoffs as she follows him down. He had the audacity to tell her she was being paranoid?

“If I recall- correct me if I'm wrong- the last time I said that, we had to emergency land on Tatooine,” she retorts, placing her hand on her hip. Mando grumbles incoherently, making Jesla smirk slightly. She knew that she had a point.

He doesn't say anything as he lowers the ramp and walks out into the hangar, Jesla shaking her head before following him. Lately, she found herself following him a lot. Maybe it was because she always followed somebody her entire life, that she was use to it. You could say she was trained to follow somebody.

She watches as a bearded man walks up to them. “Mando, is that you under that bucket?” The man questions, offering his hand to the Mandalorian.

“Ran,” Mando says as he shakes his hand. Jesla could tell that they were just merely acquaintances just by Mando's tone of voice. He seemed to have a different tone when talking to people that he liked more.

“Didn't really know if I'd ever see you in these parts again. Good to see you. You know, to be honest, I was a little surprised when you reached out to me. You know, ’cause I... I hear things. Like, maybe things between you and the Guild aren't working out,” Ran says, giving Mando a look.

“I'll be fine,” Din replies shortly. That was Mando for you.

“Hmm okay. Well, you know the policy. No questions. And you, you're welcome back here anytime,” Ran informs him. He turns to Jesla, giving her a once over. “I don't believe we've met. The name's Ran,” he offers his hand to her.

Jesla looks at his hand briefly before looking back at him. “Jesla Gavdo,” she offers her name, but doesn't take his hand as she continues to walk across the catwalk.

Ran drops his hand as he leans over to Din. “Some woman you got there,” he mutters to him. Din hums in response, watching after her.

“So what's the job?” Din asks as they continue to walk across the catwalk as well.

“Yeah, one of our associates ran afoul of some competitors and got himself caught. So I'm putting together a crew to spring him. It's a five person job, I got four- the extra help is fine. All I need is the ride, and you brought it,” Ran explains, gesturing to the Razor Crest.

Mando and Jesla share a quick look with one another. “The ship wasn't part of the deal.”

“Well, the Crest is the only reason I let you back in here,” Ran admits. Din slowly turns to him. “What's the look? Is that gratitude? Uh-huh, I think it is,” Ran laughs as he walks off. Jesla and Din share another look before following him.

They all walk into a different area of the hangar. Jesla sees a bald-headed man, her eyes widening as she realizes who he is. This was just her luck.

“Mayfeld?”

The man turns around with his brow furrowed, his eyes scanning for who called his name. When his eyes land on Jesla, they widen slightly. Din looks between the two, his confusion hidden behind his helmet.

“Gavdo? I thought you were dead,” Mayfeld remarks as he walks up to her, crossing his arms.

“I'm surprised you're not,” Jesla comments, looking him up and down. He still looked the same since the last time she saw him.

Back then, Mayfeld and Jesla always seemed to compete with each other. They were the top two sharpshooters in their division. The two always tried to one up each other in the field. So basically, they didn't get along much.

“I take it you two already know each other,” Ran says, making Jesla and Mayfeld finally break their eye contact with one another. “This is Mando. The guy I was telling you about. We used to do jobs way back when,” he tells Mayfeld.

Mayfeld then turns to face Mando. “This is the guy?” He queries, also giving him a once over.

“Yeah, we were all young, trying to make a name for ourselves. Yeah, but running with a Mandalorian, that was... that brought us some reputation,” Ran reminisces.

“Oh ya? What did he get out of it?” Mayfeld questions, raising his eyebrows.

“I asked him that one time. You remember what you said, Mando? Target practice. Man, we did some crazy stuff, didn't we?” Ran laughs, patting Mando on the back.

“That was a long time ago,” Din replies gruffly.

“Well... Well I don't go out anymore. You understand? So uh... Mayfeld, he's gonna run point on this job. If he says it, it's like it's coming from me. You good with that?” Ran asks Mando, quirking up an eyebrow at him.

Din glances over at Jesla, who scoffs. “You tell me.”

Ran shakes his head as he laughs. “You haven't changed one bit,” he says amusingly.

“Ya, well, things have changed around here,” Mayfeld grumbles as he turns and walks away. Jesla rolls her eyes as she goes to stand beside Mando.

Mando leans his head closer to Jesla. “So who's he?” He quietly asks her.

“Migs Mayfeld. He's also a former Imperial sharpshooter. We were in the same division,” Jesla answers as they all walk up to the Razor Crest.

“Razor Crest? I can't believe that thing can fly. Looks like a Canto Bight slot machine,” Mayfeld comments as he observes it. They walk up to a group of people that's standing near the Crest. “Alright, the good looking fella there with the horns, that's Burg,” Mayfeld introduces the red creature that drops a crate he was carrying. “This may surprise you, but he's our muscle,” he adds.

Burg walks up to the Mandalorian and inspects him closely, ignoring Jesla's presence. “So this is a Mandalorian. I thought they'd be bigger,” he sneers.

“Droid's name is Zero,” Mayfeld gestures to a droid that walks up to them. Oh, Mando was going to love that.

Jesla looks around the group with a furrowed brow. “I thought you said you had four,” she points out.

“He does.”

Both the Mandalorian and Jesla turn slowly to find a purple skinned female Twi'lek walking up to them, playing with a knife. “Hello, Mando,” she greets Din.

“Xi'an,” Din nods in acknowledgement. Jesla could feel Mando tense due to the Twi'lek that seemed to ignore her, much like everyone else did.

“Tell me why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand?” Xi'an hisses before she suddenly attacks, placing her knife on Mando's throat, who doesn't flinch at all. Jesla's fingers itch towards her blaster as she watches the Twi'leck closely.

“Nice to see you too,” Mando responds nonchalantly.

“I missed you,” she laughs. “This is shiny. You wear it well,” she comments as she clinks her knife against his beskar. She looks over towards Jesla, her eyes narrowing on her.

“Do we need to leave the room or something?” Mayfeld jokes as he watches the exchange between Xi'an and Din.

Ran chuckles slightly before answering. “Well, Xi'an's been a little heartbroken since Mando left our group,” he says.

“Awww... You gonna be okay, sweetheart?” Mayfeld teases, Burg laughing from beside him.

Xi'an pushes herself away from Mando. “I'm all business now. Learned from the best,” she points her knife at him.

“All right, lovebirds. Break it up till you get on the ship. Right now, we don't have much time,” Ran tells them.

They all walk toward the Razor Crest, Xi'an turning back and winking at Mando. Jesla decides that she doesn't like her at all. Then again, she didn't like most people.

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Jesla's watches Mayfeld as he explains the job to them from beside Mando, shifting her weight to one foot as she listens. Her wound was starting to feel sore from her walking around so much. Maybe she should've listened to Mando, but she was never going to admit that to him.

“So, package is being moved on a fortified transport ship. Now, we got a limited window to board, find our friend, get ’em outta there before they make their jump,” Mayfeld informs all of them as he shows them a hologram.

“That's a New Republic prison ship. Your man wasn't taken by a rival syndicate, he was arrested,” Jesla points out as she shifts her weight to her other foot. She wasn't about to be on the New Republic's radar.

Mayfeld looks up at her from the hologram. “So what?”

“That's a max security transport, and we're not looking for that kind of heat,” Mando cuts in, crossing his arms.

“Well, neither are we. So just don't mess up,” Ran tells them. Jesla and Din share a brief look, something they seemed to do quite a lot.

“The good news for you is the ship is manned by droids. Still hate the machines, Mando?” Xi'an jeers at Din, making Jesla shoot her a glare. Who knows, by the end of this, Jesla may kill her like she did with Toro.

They all continue to go over the plan. Jesla knew Mando wasn't thrilled with the droid, Zero, flying his ship. However, they both knew that Zero was the best choice to scramble their signal as they boarded the New Republic ship.

Jesla didn't like nor trust anyone that they were working with. None of them knew the value of loyalty. They only kept each other alive so the job could be done efficiently. She despised people like that.

“Some friends you got there,” Jesla says sarcastically to the Mandalorian as they walk up the ramp into the Crest.

Din chuckles dryly. “I don't think ‘friends’ is what I'd call them,” he mutters. Jesla nods in agreement as they walk up into the cockpit as the ship takes off.

In the cockpit, both Jesla and Mando linger in the back as Zero sits at the controls. “Calculations complete. Jumping to hyperspace...now. Feel free to join the others. I will handle it from here,” it informs them.

Mando walks down the ladder to the hangar first, helping Jesla as she climbs down after him. He knew that she needed to rest before they got to the prison ship. She wouldn't be at her best if she was in pain. Jesla seemed to also know this as well as she sat down on a crate, taking a deep breath as she ignored the glare she was receiving from Xi'an.

“That's a pretty thing you got there, Mando. How'd you end up with it?” Xi'an asks him as she plays with her knife. Jesla ignores her as she lays her head against the wall.

When Mando doesn't answer her, she continues. “C'mon. There's gotta be a reason why you keep her around,” she says innocently.

“She's good at what she does,” Din answers her, handing Jesla a ration bar. She realizes she hadn't eaten anything all day as she takes a bite out of it.

Xi'an eyes their interaction as she sits up a bit straighter. “Oh? I'm sure she pleasures you greatly,” she smirks, making Burg laugh.

Neither Din nor Jesla reacts to her, Jesla taking the last bite of her ration bar. She knew Xi'an was trying to get under her skin, but she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Jesla found it amusing though.

Mayfeld chuckles as he stands beside Xi'an. “Hey, if you wanna get to her, just mention Burnin Konn.”

Jesla's head snaps up at that, Din watching her carefully. He really didn't want to deal with this right now.

“What's Burnin Konn?” Burg humors him with a sly smile, Xi'an laughing at Jesla's sudden reaction.

“It was a great loss for the Empire. Everyone in our division died, about 5-10,000 people,” Mayfeld replies as he watches Jesla closely.

Din watches as Jesla's eyes harden, her hand subconsciously grabbing her tatted wrist. “Watch it, Mayfeld,” she warns him.

“Don't tell me you're still not over that. Is it because of those stupid clones you were attached to?”

Abruptly, Jesla stands up and pulls out her blaster as she makes her way to Mayfeld, pointing it at his head. Before she could pull the trigger, Mando swiftly grabs the gun out of her hand. They stare at each other for a few seconds before she shoots Mayfeld a glare and walks away from him.

Everyone, except for Din and Jesla, starts laughing. Oh, how Jesla couldn't wait until this job was finished so she could kill them all.

“Hey, Xi'an, you flew with Mando. Is he as good as they say?” Mayfeld questions the Twi'leck.

“Ask him about the job on Alzoc III,” Xi'an answers him, turning her attention to the Mandalorian.

It's Jesla's turn to watch Mando carefully as she turns to face him. “I did what I had to,” he simply responds. That was a phrase Jesla found herself living by.

“Oh, but you liked it. See, unlike some people, I know who you really are,” Xi'an says, looking at Jesla as she says the last part. Jesla rolls her eyes as she takes her blaster back from Mando and puts it back in its holster.

“He never takes off the helmet?” Mayfeld queries, crossing his arms over his chest.

Xi'an shakes her head with a chuckle. “This is the Way,” she mocks. Jesla wonders how Mando was even capable of putting up with the stupid Twi'leck. She can't even last an hour.

“You ever seen his face?”

“A lady... never tells.”

Din tenses slightly at the new subject, Jesla not missing him doing so. He acted the same way back on Sorgan when her and Cara brought it up.

“Aw, come on, Mando. We all gotta trust each other here. You gotta show us something. Come on, just lift the helmet up. Come on. Let's all see your eyes,” Mayfeld taunts. When Mando doesn't make a move to take it off, Mayfeld nods at Burg who then closes in on Din.

As Burg's hand reaches to take off Din's helmet, Jesla grabs it and twists his arm back behind him. Burg tries to fight back, but Jesla kicks him back. Burg grapples for something to hold onto, hitting the release button to the cot, the hatch opening and revealing the Child.

“Whoa! What is that?” Mayfeld exclaims, examining the Child closely. “Wait a minute,” he gestures between Mando and Xi'an, “did you two make that? Huh? What is it? Like...a pet or something?”

“Yeah. Something like that,” Mando says calmly.

“Didn't take you for the type. Maybe that code of yours has made you soft,” Xi'an teases him.

“Me, I was never really into pets. Yeah, didn't have the temperament. Patience, you know. I mean, I tried but... never worked out. What I'm thinking... maybe,” Mayfeld picks up the Child, “I'll try again with this little fella. Huh?”

Mayfeld pretends to drop the Child, making both Din and Jesla flinch in response. Xi'an and Mayfeld laugh at them. Then the ship starts shaking, everyone fighting for balance. The ship rolls and everyone is thrown around in the hangar. Mayfeld drops the Child and Din immediately dives after him. Jesla tightly grabs onto the wall, balancing herself.

The Razor Crest finally docks to the transport. Mando places the Child back in the cot as Jesla curses the droid under her breath. Burg angrily tosses some crates around.

Once everyone settles, they start executing the plan. The Mandalorian hacks the opening mechanism of the prison ship's hatch. Jesla is the first one to quietly drop down into the halls of ship, everyone else following after her.

They all start moving down the corridors, looking into the prison cells. Everything was going well until Burg decided to blast a mouse droid, which alerted security droids of their presence. Luckily, Mando sneaks up behind the droids and takes them out in a melee fight by himself. Jesla had to admit, he had some skills.

Upon reaching the control room, Mayfeld commands Zero to open the door. When it opens, it reveals a human guard inside, brandishing a blaster. There wasn't supposed to be any living things on board.

“There were only supposed to be droids on this ship,” Mando voices Jesla's concerns.

Mayfeld walks around the guard to observe the control panel. “Hang on, hang on. See here uh...cell two-two-one. All right, now for our well dressed friend...” He trails off once the guard pulls out a tracking beacon.

Everyone draws out their blasters and trains it on the guard, except for Jesla who trains hers on Mayfeld. She wasn't about to kill an innocent man; she didn't do that anymore.

Din tried his best talking everyone down. He calmly addressed the guard, whose name was Davan. When Mayfeld wouldn't lower his blaster on the guard, Mando joins Jesla on training their blasters on him. Mayfeld trains his second blaster on Din and his third blaster that was on a droid arm on Jesla. Burg takes out his weapon and trains it on Mando as well, making Mando aim his vambrace weapon at him.

An argument breaks out between all of them; Mayfeld wanting to kill the guard, Din and Jesla wanting to let him live. It suddenly stops when Davan is struck down by Xi'an's throwing knife.

“Would you all just shut up,” Xi'an complains.

Suddenly, Xi'an starts coughing as she starts to choke. Everyone starts freaking out as Xi'an grabs onto her throat. Din looks at Jesla, whose cold eyes is staring daggers at Xi'an's choking form. He moves over to her, grabbing her forearm. “Jes, don't. You can kill her later,” he whispers to her.

Jesla looks at him, not missing the new nickname, as Xi'an finally gets her breath back. “What the hell was that?!” Xi'an shouts as she rubs her throat. Mayfeld and Burg exchange a look of what could only be described as fear.

“We have twenty minutes before backup gets here,” Jesla states, gesturing to the now blinking beacon. “I suggest we move now,” she mutters as she steps over Xi'an and heads towards cell 221. Din doesn't say anything as he starts following her, Xi'an looking after them with a glare.

They reach cell 221 with fifteen minutes remaining. Mayfeld orders Zero to open the cell door. Once it opens, it reveals another Twi'leck.

“Qin,” Mando mumbles to himself.

“Funny. The man who left me behind is now my savour. Mando,” Qin greets as he walks out his cell, side-eyeing Jesla.

Then, Burg punches Mando in the gut, catching him off guard, and throws him into the cell. Before Jesla could react, Xi'an roughly pushes her into the cell as well, which is locked before either Din or Jesla can get up. Mando fires his blaster at the door, but the shot just ricochets around the cell, Jesla ducking so it wouldn’t accidentally hit her.

Jesla bangs the door in frustration, the group outside laughing as they walk away. “You've got to be kriffing kidding me!” She shouts in anger. “I can't catch a kriffing break! You should have just let me kill her. No, you should've listened to me when I said I had a bad feeling about this job!”

Mando grabs Jesla's biceps roughly, making her look into his helmet's visor. “Hey! If you don't get a level head, we're not going to get out of here,” he tells her, his voice like stone. Jesla stays quiet for a couple moments before taking a deep breath. He was right.

She looks back out the cell, seeing a security droid pass by. “I have a plan.”

∞∞∞

Jesla and Mando end up getting out of the cell, and one by one put the others in it. Jesla got the satisfaction of being the one that locked Xi'an up. She salutes to Mayfeld as her and Mando walk off to find Qin. The two find him trying to climb up the ladder into the ship. They decide to keep him alive at the promise of more money. Jesla thought they definitely deserved it after all this mess.

They make their way into the ship, finding Zero pointing its rifle at the Child. Mando immediately shoots it and Zero falls to the ground. The Child coos when he sees the Mandalorian and Jesla.

Later, Din lands the Razor Crest in Ran's hangar bay. Jesla and Din walk Qin down the ramp, Ran meeting Qin in an embrace.

Ran looks around them, noticing no one else exiting the Crest. “Where are the others?” Ran asks, furrowing his brow.

“No questions asked. That's the policy, right?” Mando nonchalantly replies.

Ran nods, eyeing both him and Jesla. “Yeah. That is the policy.”

“We did the job.”

“Yeah, you did.”

Ran reluctantly tosses the Mandalorian a coin purse. “Just like the good old days,” Din says before turning to reenter the Razor Crest. Jesla winks at Ran and Qin before she follows Mando inside.

As they start to fly away from the space station, three X-wings drop out of hyperspace. Jesla watches as they fly pass them, heading towards the station and opening fire on it.

“You planted the tracking beacon on Qin... I'm impressed,” Jesla comments as she turns to face Mando, gently hitting his shoulder. She watches as he unscrews a knob from the lever and drops it into the Child's hands.

Din glances over at her, getting ready to jump into hyperspace. “I told you that was a bad idea.”

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heybuddyitsmehai · 3 years

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🎉Happy Birthday Honey🎉

I know I'm just one of many people who will be showering you with love today, but I really, truly, hope your day is amazing and I luh you very many lots all the time 💕

Bedtime Routine with Botanist!Ezra

Maybe the two of you have been scavenging the Green for flowers all day and now that the planet's suns have set, you're both more than ready for bed.

You follow him obediently back inside your tent, a bag full of pressed flowers slung over his shoulder and his journal tucked under your arm.

Ezra has been telling you a story about the last time he came face to face with a toydarian lizard as the pair of you hiked back to the tent in an effort to keep you from getting too sleepy, but now that you're both home, he lets his weariness get the better of him.

His shoulders slump as he steps through the canvas door and he lets out a deep sigh, slugging his pack and tool kit to the floor beside the cot. "I do believe I am spent, my love. The call of our cot is ringing in my ears louder than it normally does."

You nod in agreement, stifling a yawn, and begin to take off your suit, the extra weight of it much like the heavy exhaustion clouding your mind. Ez is quick to help you out of it, careful to avoid snagging your hair as he pulls the helmet up and off of your head.

“Tea, birdie?" He asks as he unzips the back of your suit, reaching out for your hand as you step out of it.

"Mmm, I can make it Ez. Lay down and rest your shoulder."

The prospector is keen, time and attentive afffection having made him well aware of your wiles. "Let me do this for you." He gently prods, the soft pads of his fingers trailing down your now exposed arms.

You exhale loudly and throw your head back. "Fine."

Ezra beams and leans forward to give you a tender kiss, his mouth soft and warm against yours. A smile spreads across his lips as he pulls away, dragging his fingers across the column of your outstretched neck and up to comb a wild sprig of hair behind your ear.

You lean against him and stretch back up for one more peck before Ezra squeezes you tightly.

He hums deep in his throat, warm and content and fulfilled with you in his arms. He lets you free, then moves over to the makeshift kitchen and begins preparing your tea. Your favorite mug is taken from it's home, the container of black tea, the smell blooming and proud as he opens it, is shaken and carefully prodded through.

You smile at his thoughtfulness, his selflessness reserved just for you. You begin getting ready for the evening and as you're brushing your teeth, Ezra sticks his head around the corner.

"Tea's ready, my love. It's next to your book stack."

You smile and nod a thank you through a mouth full of toothpaste.

Ez wiggles in beside the sink and next to you, foraging for his own toothbrush.

You muddle, your mouth slightly agape with foaming toothpaste, "We gotta clean my suit before we go back out tomorrow."

Ezra nods and squeezes toothpaste onto his toothbrush. "The swamps of the Green are harsh and unforgiving, I'm afraid."

You nod and wash out the last of your toothpaste, "At least we finally found your special flower though."

The botanist quips before beginning to brush, "I've had my special flower all along." One of his dark eyebrows cocks upwards and a smile tugs at his lips.

Your cheeks beam at his words, but you roll your eyes to tease him. "Easy there, cowboy." Moving a hand along the ridges of his back, you teeter over and kiss his cheek, giving his bare shoulder a little squeeze before pulling away.

You hurry back to your cot and to the mug of tea steaming faithfully on the stack of books by your bedside.

You sip it happily as you wait for him and he joins you in bed soon after. He pulls you close to him and mumbles under his breath, "Night, sweet birdie."

Throwing back the last of your tea, you smile and nestle your face into his chest, "Night, Ez."

Teaching Din How to Bake

Sweet baby Din is so good at lots of things. Hunting, gathering, headbutting, being emo, etc but baking...is not one of those things.

He wants to do it, he really does, because he knows how much you love it and how happy it makes you.

But no matter what, somehow your birthday cake comes out either burnt or still doughy somehow.

He's been trying to practice in secret so he can surprise you on your birthday with the perfect cake, but it's been hard to keep the Crest from smelling like burnt food.

The night before your birthday, he's giving it all he's got, an aporn on over the beskar, flour on his thigh plate, the heat from the oven causing his helmet to fog up, him crouching in front of the glowing machine just staring into it.

The timer hasn't gone off yet but he thinks he can see the cake burning and he really doesn't want to burn it because it's the night before your birthday and he really doesn't want to give you a burnt cake but if he burns it where will he get a new one and when will he find the time to surprise you if he's spending that time fixing the cake and-

"Din?" You ask from the doorway, your hair frizzy and your eyes squinting. "What are you doing?" You chuckle.

He clears his throat and stands slowly, wiping his gloved hands on his apron. "I was, uh, I am-" he looks back down to the oven. "I think I'm burning your birthday cake."

You smile as you watch him pull the lump of batter from the oven. It's slanted and clearly not whisked together well enough, but you could tell he really wanted to do it himself. "It doesn't look that bad."

Din puts his hands on his hips and sighs, shifting his weight. "Yeah...it does."

You sigh and move to him, your brave and fearless bounty hunter who braved the wilds of the kitchen for you. You run your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. "Thank you for trying."

Din stands awkwardly under your touch, clearly disappointed in himself and feeling a bit embarrassed. He sighs heavily, "I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you."

You lean up to kiss the edge of his helmet. "I know. But now," You begin, reaching behind him to untie your apron he's wearing. "I can teach you."

"But it's your birth-"

"Din," You look up to the slat in his helmet to where his eyes would be. "I want to."

He let's out a sigh and nods, "Okay."

You take your apron off of him and put it on, Din there to tie it securely around your waist.

Din is a perfect student, listening and watching intently and trying not to be too helpless.

You can feel him tense when you put your hands over his, showing him exactly how to whisk the batter.

After the batter is made and the cake is in the oven, Din let's out a heavy sigh, brushing a hand through your hair. "Thank you."

Farmer's Market with Jack

For a summer day in July, the weather is not too bad and Jack is insistent on the two of you not waste it and go to the farmer's market.

"I'll make it fun, darlin', just do me this kindness."

You nod and beam up at him, a smear of flour on your cheek. "Anytime."

Looking up into his golden-flecked eyes, seeing the quirk of his smile and that one piece of hair that just won't stayed combed behind his ear, you can't help but to bend to his desires.

When you agree to it, he gives you a kiss on the cheek in recompense and hurries to shower and get ready for the day.

The market is full today, everyone else taking advantage of the nice weather as well, you assume.

Jack holds one of your hands in his and leads you forward through the stalls, "Anything catch your eye, clementine?"

You push yourself closer to him to avoid the hordes of people and not at all because you can see the outline of his bicep through the tight fabric of his shirt and can't stop yourself from needing to feel it.

The two of you stop at a booth selling squash and giggle at their funny shapes, Jack taking full advantage of the vegetable props to make you laugh even harder.

He loves seeing you like this; the stress of the day not yet pulling at your shoulders, the warm sunshine on your face and glinting off your dark hair, the ease of your time spent with him is suddenly surprising and helps him to realize just how much he loves you.

After buying a head of asparagus and a few huge sweet potatoes, he spots a booth selling flowers down the path and turns to you quickly, blocking your line of sight, "Will you do me a favor?"

A twinge of rouge rises in your face and you nod yes, batting your eyelashes dutifully up at him.

"Close those pretty blue eyes for me and stay right here, baby. I'll be right back." He requests and after you comply, he gives the bridge of your nose a quick kiss before you can hear his boots walking away.

Standing in a bustling farmers market with your eyes closed and tote bag in hand is not ideal and a little nerve wracking, but for Jack, you had to at least try.

He returns quickly and you can hear the smile in his tone when he says "Okay, open 'em."

When you do, you see that he has brought you a bushel of tulips; white and pink and yellow and red.

You're unsure how to respond and he can see it in your face. "You don't want them?" He asks, his eyes wide.

“No, no, Jack, I want them, I just-" There it is; that pesky heart rising in your throat. "I don't know what to say...Thank you."

He smirks at that, knowing it was a job well done, and pulls you into a hug, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "You know I'd do anything for you, don't you, pretty girl?"

You nod and let your eyes close. "Yes, Jack."

"Good." He ends, using his lips to press the word into the softness of your neck and squeezing your sides just a little bit tighter.

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