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b0n-chann · 4 years

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do the number 131? If so, I would greatly appreciate it. 😊

Hooookaaayyy so wow writing angsty is not my forte but I had to try for @sentimental-ghost! Hope it’s okay for you guys. But seriously, thank you everyone for sending in your reqs, it’s really been helping me with my writer’s block!!

131. “You took advantage of me when all I did was help you.”

To Love and Protect (Part 1)

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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“You’re staying.” The Mandalorian’s voice is final. You look up at him, flabbergasted.

“What do you mean I’m staying?” You ask back angrily. You hear Cara give out a low whistle from somewhere on the other side of the room.

“I think that’s our cue to give these two some space.” She looks over at Kuiil and gestures to the door. He gets up silently and follows her out.

“I mean you’re not coming with us,” he says. This deal with Karga is too dangerous, and he couldn’t risk putting you within reach of the Empire. He knows you won’t listen though, he knows this is the only way. He only hopes that you’ll forgive him when he comes back.

“You can’t mean that...” you say as you move closer to him. You place a hand on his arm but he’s quick to remove it. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to do this if you’re too close.

“I want to thank you for helping me and the kid but this is it.” His heart breaks as he says this. But he needs to protect you. And if this is how he’s able to keep you and the kid safe then he’ll do it.

“Din...no, please.” You hate how much your voice breaks as you plead to him. You hate how much you’ve come to love this man. You’ve shared everything with him and for him to take it all away was heart wrenching. You try reaching for him again but he gently places his hands on your shoulders, keeping you in your place.

“Don’t. It’ll just make things worse.” He’s trying his best to keep his voice even, which is proving difficult even with the modulator. Din can hear his heart pounding in his ears. Realizing he loved you was the most wonderful and terrifying revelation in his life. Falling in love was something he never thought possible; loving you is as easy as breathing is. But the hard reality is that love is a weakness, and he can’t put you at risk of danger. Nightmares have plagued him for weeks now of losing you and this deal with Karga raised too many alarms.

You will yourself not to cry. You’ve trusted this man with your life and it just doesn’t make sense. Just last night you fell asleep in the arms of the Mandalorian. You refuse to believe the man before you.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t be difficult.” He says this more for himself. He doesn’t know how much longer he can put up this front.

“No. I won’t let this go unless you can tell me to my face that you don’t love me. That I don’t mean anything to you.”

The Mandalorian falters. He knows his next words will break you.

“All I wanted you for was to take care of the kid. Keeping my bed warm was just a bonus.” Din can’t even believe the words that have come out of his mouth. He watches as your expression falls, your eyes go straight to the floor as your hair covers your face. His hand twitches, desperate to brush your hair out of your face.

“So that’s it then?” You ask, unable to look him in the eye. “You took advantage of me when all I did was help you, love you.” You won’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

Din turns away from you, barely hanging on to his last threads of resolve. “We’ll be leaving here shortly.” He walks towards the door and turns to look at you one more time before leaving. You’ve wrapped yourself up in your arms, as if protecting yourself from his words. He walks away and leaves his heart there, with you, even if you don’t realize it.

Everything feels numb as you try to process what just happened. Din Djarin never loved you. He used you to his advantage. His words echo back to you and it feels like a blade stabbing you again and again, and it hurts to breathe. The sound of the Razor Crest’s engine snaps you back to reality as you run through the door, but it’s too late, they’ve taken off. You fall to the ground in defeat.

“Ah, I was wondering where you were,” a droid’s voice says from behind you. IG-11.

“You didn’t go with them?” You knew Din wasn’t a fan of the droid but Kuiil seemed to trust him.

“My master instructed me to stay here to look after you. And no wonder, I can sense your heart is just as broken as the Mandalorian’s”

“What?” You ask, your eyebrows shooting up.

“Yes. I am a nursedroid and while it is my primary function to protect, I am able to sense emotion to better communicate with humans. For example, you are confused as to why the Mandalorian would feel broken hearted, am I correct?”

You nod dumbly at the droid.

“I too, am intrigued at these emotions. When you both arrived at my master’s abode I had sensed a great bond between the two of you. I am unfamiliar with the emotion, but I believe it is called love.”

You scoff at this. “The Mandalorian doesn’t love me, he told me so himself just earlier.”

“Miss, if I am not mistaken, humans lie from time to time to get what they want.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense...why would he lie to me about that?”

“I do not know the answer to that but the Mandalorian seems to feel a great urge to protect you and the small child. Maybe he thought to protect you?”

You think quietly to yourself. Would Din lie to you in order to protect you? His harsh words still sting as you think about them. But why wouldn’t he want your help protecting the child? You had to find out.

“IG-11, does Kuiil have a ship?”

“Yes, miss, it is small though.”

“Will it get us to Nevarro?”

“I believe it will.”

“Let’s go for a ride then.”

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Broooooooo I NEED to continue this I think 😭

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thedistantstorm · 4 years

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Tribute: A Kalluzeb Story

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Pairings: Kallus/Zeb (kalluzeb)

Chapter: 1 of 3?? (TBD, but I’m thinking 3)

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Summary: Zeb works on a gift for Kallus, to replace something he’s lost. It’s a gateway to a conversation Zeb wants to have in the future, but there’s something a bit more urgent they need to talk about first.

Notes: This is a little something I’m working on since this Thursday is #rebelsremembered day. I’m so so so new to the fandom, but Rebels has quickly ascended to be my favorite of all the SW series out there, so here’s a 2-3 part story featuring Kalluzeb + Hera, not too long after Lothal’s liberation. It's a little angsty, marinated in hurt/comfort, baked with love, and garnished with humor, but I hope you enjoy my first (official) Rebels fanfic.

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Garazeb Orrelios leans over his makeshift workbench in the Ghost's cargohold with a focus that borders on the extreme. He very carefully marks out each and every motion he plans to take with a tiny graphite writing utensil that threatens to snap in his grip without any effort at all. Hunched over the smaller weapon, he spares a glance toward the far larger one off to his left. Suspended between empty crates over a small tarp pilfered from Sabine’s room to prevent any lacquer from dripping onto the floor, his AB-75 gleams under the fluorescents. The metallic bayonet is polished, the weapon’s frame drying with the guards taped up to prevent any errant drips, though he’s done this enough times to know just how thick the lacquer needs to be to prevent it from running. It hardly takes an hour for the finish to cure, but he always gives it two to prevent any tacky, sticky residue from taking residence in his fur due to his impatience.

Though he doesn't have the five fingers his human friends have, his craftsmanship does not suffer for it. Besides, he knows his way around a bo-rifle. These weren’t weapons made by human hands. This one had been meant to be a happy surprise. These were made by his people.

And this weapon’s purpose was to be a gift that opened a doorway to a conversation, later on.

When Zeb learned that these weapons were still the preferred weapons of Lira San’s overwhelmingly peaceful regime, he had been overjoyed. Chava had seen to it that he be provided with repair parts for his own. Though they were designed to stand up to the test of time and be passed between generations, maintenance would always be necessary, and upkeep of one’s weapon mandatory.

Kallus had lost his, in the course of his defection. Zeb, having heard about Thrawn's "collection," was certain that Kallus's weapon, the bo-rifle he'd earned through skill and honor despite the circumstances that lead to it, was aboard the Chimaera. And Thrawn and Ez- the Chimaera was gone.

He leans back and shakes his head briefly, trying to reorient his brain. Focus on the design, he reminds himself. Don’t let your mind wander. He had done his own weapon first, sampled the design on purpose. This rifle is brand new, unlike his own. He wants it to be perfect. He looks over the stock and the first design he’d etched with painstaking care to the one Sabine had drawn, taped to the wall in front of him. It was more complicated, but he’d seen more ornate designs back on Lasan. Sabine might not think it as good as if she’d done it, but he had to be the one.

“Hard at work, I see,” Hera calls from behind him.

Zeb grumbles good naturedly, rubs the back of his head as he turns. “You should be sleepin’,” He reminds her.

She rubs her belly in response, eyebrows arching in a sarcastic reply. “I know my limits,” She reminds him. He hears what she doesn’t say: I’m pregnant, not an invalid.

He spends a lot of time with her, so to him, she shows. She’s been holding off on letting rebel leadership know, afraid they’ll ground her, but any day now someone’s going to figure it out. He understands that she needs to keep moving, understands the kind of loss she’s working through. The kind they all are, really, but she has reason to take it harder than most, if you ask him. He’s appointed himself as her watchman, and while he tries not to be overbearing, he’s not afraid to go toe to toe with her for her own health.

“I thought Kallus would be back by now,” She says, after a moment. That she doesn’t know where her people are is more of a tell to her frayed mental state than any emotional indicator.

“Some mission with a new agent,” Zeb reminds her. “Hush-hush Fulcrum business. You probably know more than me.” He pulls down a crate from a stack piled up in the corner to face him and she takes the hint to sit.

“Sounds familiar,” Hera supposes. She’s got the top half of her coveralls undone, and the baby belly is obvious without the extra layers. There’s nothing to her, Zeb thinks. “It’s all kind of a blur lately.”

“I know what’cha mean,” He growls, not unkind. “Chop’s constantly zappin’ me, askin’ if I’ve eaten. Apparently he and Alex have some kinda agreement. Sabine says he sends her messages, too.”

“He’s a good droid,” She says, leaning against the stack of mostly empty boxes behind her impromptu seat. He’s been following her around like a shadow, only leaving her alone for small instances at a time unless a mission dictates otherwise. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”

He rumbles something that might be an agreement but isn’t and watches her quietly. “Nightmare?”

“Can’t get comfortable,” She returns, and he winces at his suggestion. “But,” She relents, “The nightmare didn’t help.” Unwilling to talk about it, she nods with a lift of her chin towards his makeshift bench. “What’re you working on?”

“Gift for Alex. Since his weapon’s gone-” He exhales sharply, but Hera doesn’t react to that. She’s far more in control of her emotions than anyone gives her credit for. “I had Chava send me a replacement. He’ll probably have to mod it a little, but I thought he’d like it.”

“You two are cute,” She comments. He pretends not to hear her drowsiness bleed into her voice, and doesn’t mention that it’s taken her longer to answer than normal. Another moment passes. “You should-” Her eyes soften, and she’s very much awake again.

“Yeah,” He agrees, knowing exactly what Hera’s trying to say, even if she can’t get out the words. Then he sighs. “Yeah.”

“Don’t wait too long,” She tells him, softly. “Not because of me and-” She shakes her head. “I get so caught up on this war, and our cause.” Her fists clench. “It’s worth it, Zeb, we all know that. I just… you can be happy and be with someone and fight this war, too.”

Zeb reaches a hand out, covering one of her fists with his massive hand, uncurling her fingers and lacing them with his own. One of her major fears since with… everything has been the fear that those around her would do what she did. Not say the words, make the time until it was nearly too late. “I know, Hera. We’re gonna talk.”

She nods. “And you’re going to give him a gun.” She waggles her eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood. “So, is this some kind of Lasat mating thing or-?”

He laughs and the sound is so unexpected his ears perk, as if unsure that he’s capable of the sound. They exchange half-guilty smiles, one survivor to another, and he lifts the weapon from the crate that functions as a workbench to show her.

“No. Lasat aren’t nearly so formal with gifts and what-not unless you’re a royal.”

“And I don’t think Kallus abides by Coruscanti courting rules or whatever those snobby people call it,” She rolls her eyes. “Sounds like you lucked out.”

His ears flatten a bit, the only way besides his expression to betray embarrassment, but it’s just Hera, and he’s never been able to keep a secret from her very well anyway. She’s too smart for her own good, sometimes. “Yeah, doesn’t make me less nervous about it.”

Delicate green hands take the rifle from his hands, her eyes lighting up at the Fulcrum symbol etched into the stock. “Zeb, this looks ama-” She turns it over, slowly, seeing the etching on the barrel that curls around it entirely. “Oh,” Tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn’t stop inspecting it. “I’m sorry,” She says, when they fall treacherously. “Damn hormones.”

“Don’t be,” He says, ducking his head. “I, uh,” He looks up through soft, half-lidded eyes. “I might have gotten a little choked up working on mine earlier, so…” He rubs the back of his head and takes it back from her, clamping it in the stand he’s rigged so that it won’t move while he works over it. “Damn kid,” He says, sniffing as delicately as he can. Then, softer, “You don’t think it’s presumptu-”

“Garazeb Orrelios,” She barks at him, though it lacks the whip-crack it normally does with Hera in tears. “Kallus will absolutely love it. He- Ezra,” She exhales his name like it takes physical effort. “Ezra means the world to all of us, Kallus included.”

“Okay,” He agrees, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand while he has his back to her. He hasn’t cried or anything, but he doesn’t want to take the chance of Hera seeing if he did. “Want me to grab you a blanket and we can hang out together while I finish this?”

The sound of a concerned droid echoes down the hall. “Well, right on time for his 0300 check,” She quips to Zeb. “Chop, could you bring me a-”

The droid barges into the hold, babbling in binary. Something about being where she’s supposed to be, doesn’t she know she needs sleep, and lacquer fumes can’t possibly be good for the baby. Even so, he’s got two pillows compressed by one manipulator and the blanket from her bunk in the other, and he makes a big deal about her putting one between her knees like some nursedroid before barking an order at Zeb to use the exhaust if he’s going to be doing weapon maintenance in the ship.

“I’ve been going outside to spray the lacquer,” Zeb tells Chopper, who ignores his argument entirely, turning on the exhaust anyway. It’s more like white noise, the rumbling hum of the fans reminiscent of spacefaring, almost.

“Bah-bah bahbahbah bah ba-buah,” He grouses.

“Yes, mom,” Hera says for them both, tolerating his overbearing protectiveness. “Thank you for checking in on us. I’ll make sure he doesn’t stay up all night.” Then, placatingly, “We’ll go to bed soon, I swear.”

The droid clicks together the clamps at the end of his appendages in an ‘I don’t know why I put up with you people and your lies’ kind of gesture and then threatens to tell Kallus on them both, since he’s the only one of them that ever seems to be rational.

“C’mon, Chop,” Zeb pleads, using his most angelic tone. “I’m tryin’ to finish this present for him. He’ll be back in the mornin’ and then we’ll all rest easy. Besides-” He trails off, eyes sliding pointedly to an already dozing Hera, curled up on the weapons crate like it’s the most comfortable bed on base.

The droid wheels over to his master quietly and tucks her in, careful not to touch her and jolt her awake. He pats Zeb’s leg as he passes by, not shocking for once. “Bah bua bah-bah wah-bahbah bah wua.”

“Yeah. I know. I’ll come get you from your dock before I carry her to bed.”

“I can still hear you, you know,” She murmurs, but it’s slurred by sleep.

“We know,” Zeb answers, in sync with Chopper’s confirmation in binary. Then, softer, he murmurs, “G’night, Hera.”

She waves a hand in an indelicate flop before it finds her belly over the blanket. The astromech waves his manipulators around for show, but he’s hardly mad. He sees himself out, and then Zeb’s alone with his thoughts again.

The sound of the engraving tool he’d nicked from the hangar for his project isn’t loud at all. Zeb takes his time. Hera seems to sleep better these days with the sounds of work around her, and he’s committed to doing this right even if he’s working on it until dawn. He wants Kallus to like it. Wants him to know that even with everything that’s going on, he’s a part of their family. However he wants that to be.

Though, Zeb smiles to himself, just a little. He’s pretty sure they’ve been dancing around mutual feelings for a while now. With everything bad that's happened, it'd do them some good to make things clear. Get it all out in the open.

#kalluzeb #alexsandr kalus #garazeb orrelios #hera syndulla #sw rebels fanfiction #star wars rebels #my writing #rebelsremembered 2020 #rebelsremembered

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acerbusfilus · 2 years

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Something was wrong with Anakin. Raven didn’t know what, why, or how, but she could feel that her brother was in trouble. She could no longer watch as he tossed and turned and sniffled and coughed in his sleep, and when she approached him, her fears were confirmed — she touched his forehead like she’d seen their mother do, and he was burning up. Just like that, little Raven ran from the room, gasping and practically leaping through the doorway to her parents bedroom, where her mom and dad were both sound asleep. She knew better than to jump on her mom — they’d had the talk about the baby on the way not long before this — so instead she scrambled up the bed to her dad’s side, pushing and prodding at Kylo in a panicked attempt to wake him. “Ani’s sick, Ani’s sick!” the three-year-old cried; despite being so young, she already knew the terror of Anakin’s weakness well, and she couldn’t let the subject wait a minute longer. ~ @neverjedii

It didn't take much to wake Kylo up most nights and this one was no different. There was a relief in being awake even now, despite all the good that Abby and their children had brought into his life. Perhaps the nightmares didn't feel as frequent, but there was something about reality and awakeness that naturally just made him feel safer. Of course, that relief didn't last long as he processed what the tiny three year old was saying. His large arms scooping her up and carrying her out of the room so she wouldn't wake their mother. He moved in quick strides to the children's room and upon entering he stopped dead in his tracks. He could feel it, like a heavy energy that radiated in the room. He set Raven down then, grabbing her shoulders.

"I need you to do something very important for me." Kylo looked her in her eyes, "I need you to go to the medbay and alert one of the nursedroids, alright?" He couldn't bare to leave Anakin alone and the thought of waking Abby up to this stressful situation was not ideal. Not when she was with child. She was already dealing with enough.

"You're a big girl. I know you can do it. Now go." He turned her to the door and urged her to go before standing and slowly walking over to Anakin. He sat down on his bed, placing his hand on Anakin's forehead and finding it uncomfortably warm to the touch.

"Please hurry, Raven." He said softly even though she had long run off, "Please."

@neverjedii

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invadermoz · 3 years

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brickopaths · 4 years

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invadermoz · 3 years

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brickopaths · 4 years

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brickopaths · 4 years

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b0n-chann · 4 years

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My follow up to prompt 131! If you haven’t read that one yet I highly suggest you do, as this follows up directly after 131 ends. Pleaseeeee enjoy! Again, thank you @sentimental-ghost for requesting that prompt because it seriously gave birth to this mini series. 😘😘😘

To Love and Protect (part 2)

Part 1? Part 2? I’m still deciding but I guess it’s a follow up so we’ll call it part 2.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

“Miss, we will be landing in Nevarro shortly. Shall we look for the Razor Crest?” IG-11 asks you, not looking up from his position. Although he is a droid, you found his presence helpful and even comforting during your time on the ship.

“Yes. Head towards the outskirts of town, I’m sure they would have landed there.”

“Of course.”

In the next few minutes, the rocky terrain of the planet comes into view. IG pilots the small ship, slowing down to look for the Crest.

“There,” you point out, catching the gleam of the ship in the light. The droid turns slightly and you feel the ship begin it’s descent. Your heart skips a beat, wondering if Din was still there, but know that more than likely, he and the group were already in the city.

You exit the ship and are welcomed by the dry heat of the planet. The desert plains never suited you, the sand and wind always too rough on your skin but you reveled in the heat. Everything had felt too cold since Din left, and feeling something, anything, was a welcome change. The droid follows closely behind you.

“It appears that the ship is empty,” the droid speculates, unable to detect any life forces within the confines of the vessel. “However, I do believe my master did not make it.” You look at him in alarm, and follow his gaze out to the desert. You notice a form on the ground; at quick glance you would have thought it was a pile of rubble but as you squint harder, you realize that it was indeed Kuiil. You run over quickly and drop to the ground next to him.

“Kuiil!” You gasp as you turn the ugnaught over and shake him. No response. “Kuiil!” Still nothing.

“Miss, I do not detect a heartbeat coming from him. I do believe he has passed.” A quiet voice comes from the droid. You know that he’s a droid but his voice is reserved, sad almost.

You did not know the ugnaught well but he seemed trustworthy, and Din must have thought highly enough of him to ask him to join him. Another pang hits your heart as you think this, as you remember his last words to you. You sigh and give Kuill’s hand one last squeeze.

“Let’s get him back onto the ship for now,” you tell IG-11 as you stand up. The droid quickly picks him up as you make your way to the Razor Crest. He places Kuiil in the storage area and you take one last look at the ugnaught, noticing a comms bracelet on him. You take it from him as you try to analyze the situation.

“Do you think he had the child with him?” You ask the droid. What other reason would Kuiil have to return back to the ship without anyone else? Your heart drops, realizing that if that is the case, the Empire would have the kid.

“It is a possibility. I believe we should look for the child to ensure his safety. I am a nursedroid, and am designed to protect.”

You stifle a laugh at his statement. You get up and peruse the weapons case before settling on a few blasters.

“Of course,” you say as you toss one to the droid.

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You and IG-11 head towards the city, deciding that if the child was indeed taken, that would be the best place to look. The sun beat down on you as you both tread through the desert sea and you are grateful that you had taken off your extra layers back at the ship. IG-11 signals for you to stop.

“I sense three life forces directly ahead of us, Miss.”

“I can sense the child is close. Maybe he’s one of them?” You contemplate, not realizing what you had just said.

“How do you know the child is there?”

Oh, kriff.

“I...don’t really know, but I’ve always been able to sense when he’s close by.” You shrug, telling the droid just enough. The only person that knows about your connection to the child is Din. “Are you able to tell if he’s there?” You ask to try and distract IG.

“I have been programmed to recognize each of your signatures, the shock trooper included.” Kuiil thought of everything. “I will approach the group first. In the event that they are hostile, I will dispose of them quickly. Please stand by for back up.” IG-11 leaves little room for you to argue. Just as you are about to start, he interrupts you. “Miss, please, I am required to not only keep the baby safe, but you as well. This is the best option. Please, stay behind me.” If he was concerned about your ability, he did not make it known.

You can only sigh in response. “Okay, let’s go then.”

Two storm troopers come into view as you and IG-11 walk over the last dune. You sigh in relief as you see the child with them but instantly your blood boils as you watch one of the storm troopers hits him. IG-11 steps forward and makes your presence known to them.

“Stop that.” The storm troopers quickly draw their blasters on the both of you.

“Identify yourselves!”

“I am IG-11. I am this child’s nurse and this is his mother. I require that you remand him to us immediately.”

One of the troopers laughs. “A nurse droid? I thought it was a hunter. Aren’t IGs usually hunters?

“Yeah, well, evidently this one’s a nurse. And you sure she’s his mother? They don’t look alike at all.” You roll your eyes to yourself. These two were exceptionally chatty. You just hoped they were as lousy a shot as storm troopers are rumored to be.

“I’m sorry, nurse, but you’re gonna have to get out of here.” The first storm trooper shoots at IG as the droid walks closer but misses horribly.

“Are you denying my request?” IG asks.

“No,” the first storm trooper says. “I’m telling you to get out of here.” He walks up to IG, his blaster still aiming at him. IG makes quick work of this, however, and grabs the storm troopers arm and twists it in the other direction before flipping him over, effectively knocking him out. You cringe, hearing the bones in the storm trooper’s arm crack.

“Hey!” You hear the other one cry. Before you can even lift your blaster up, IG grabs him by then helmet and slams him into the ground. Twice. You remind yourself never to piss off the droid. You quickly make your way over to the speeder with the child and open up the bag. He blinks up at you and recognition fills his eyes as he coos excitedly at you, his little arms raised, begging to be picked up.

You are eager to oblige him. “Hi there, little one,” you say as you pick him up. You touch his ear affectionately in greeting. He coos at you and you laugh as he pats his hands on your face in greeting. He keeps his hands in place and a vision forms in your head; he and Kuiil are riding on a blurrg with the Razor Crest in the distance. You can hear Din’s concerned voice calling out to Kuiil multiple times. You see this playing out in the position of the child and before you can reach the ship it feels like you’re falling and everything fades to black and brought back to the present.

“Are you alright, Miss?” You hear IG ask but his voice seems so far away. You shake your head as if to clear your vision and you see the child looking up at you expectantly. Was that the child showing you what happened? You know that you both have a connection, but this is the first time you have experienced anything like this.

“I’m...I’m okay,” you reply. You try not to think about what just happened but realize that if Kuiil and the child were riding back to the ship that something must have happened to Din and Cara. You look over to see IG inspecting the speeders.

“Are you comfortable riding this on your own?”

“I can manage.”

“Very good, Miss.” The droid walks over to you and takes the child from you, strapping him to his front. “I will protect the child for now, I am unsure of how many hostiles we will encounter if we make our way into town.” You nod in agreement; it’s a smart decision and his metal body would offer more protection than you could.

You walk over to the speeder and inspect it, everything appearing to be intact. You haven’t driven one since before you met Din and the idea of being on one again excites you. You get on and turn on the engine, the speeder revving to life. IG follows suit and you both take off towards Nevarro City.

As you travel through the desert you hear the comms bracket crackle to life.

“Kuiil! Do you copy.” Din’s frantic voice comes over. Your heart leaps into your throat. “Kuiil!”

You speed up next to IG, the child babbling excitedly in front of him. You can hear him through your own communicator and you realize the child must have one too.

“Kuiil has been terminated.”

“What did you do?” You hear Din’s voice, scathing. Before IG can respond you answer.

“Coming to save your sorry asses.”

“...You came.”

“Is that all you have to say to me?”

“What are you doing here?” Din asks, effectively ignoring your question. This time it’s IG who answers.

“Performing my base function. To nurse and protect.” With that you and the droid speed up your pace.

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Din’s heart pounded in his chest as he hears your voice. You were supposed to be far away from here. You were supposed to be safe.

“Guess your little plan backfired,” Cara says from the front of the cantina as she looks out to the army outside.

“Don’t get me started.”

“I’m just saying, did you really think she’d take that lying down? Do you even know her? Hell, I knew she’d come back here to kick your ass and I can’t wait to see her do it.” She really couldn’t. When Din walked into the Crest without you and told her that they were leaving, Cara had been dumbfounded. It took Cara most of the way to Nevarro to get him to tell her what happened, and when he did, she punched him. Hard. She tells herself that she did it for you to justify it.

“Look, can we figure out what we’re gonna do to get out of here?” Karga says from the bar as he downs a drink and then another in rapid succession. Just as Din begins to say something they watch as all the troopers turn their heads towards the edge of town. And that’s when they hear it. Blaster shots.

IG arrives in the square first, blasters blazing as he jumps off his speeder and uses it to crash into several troopers at the side of the cantina. He continues his assault as you follow shortly behind, providing cover. As you speed by the droid, he grabs you off of the bike by the leg and arm, surprising you as you are turned sideways, parallel to the ground, and watch your own speeder crash into another squad of storm troopers. However, your surprise is short lived as you continue to shoot down more enemies as IG turns you in the air before placing you down behind him.

“Nice moves, IG!” You say between blasts, trying to run for cover. The line of troopers was never ending.

“It helps that you are very compact, Miss.” More troopers go down. IG turns his upper body towards you to protect the child. If it wasn’t such a dire moment you would have laughed; the look on his little green face is of pure delight. The droid begins to move, forcing you backwards and towards a few stacked crates you can use for cover.

“Was that a joke?!”

———————

The three in the cantina watch as you and IG continue your assault at the Empire.

“I’m telling you Mando, if you’re really set on leaving her tell me now because I love her,” Cara says as she watches the droid spins you around as you shoot down troopers. Din doesn’t respond, he eyes still transfixed on you. All he can think of is getting to you.

“Cover me!” He says as he runs towards the cantina entrance. The door opens and he shoots a trooper before kicking another to the ground but all he can see is you. He tries to make his way closer but is caught off guard by two shadow stormtroopers. While he tries to disarm one, another rushes him from his other side and throws him to the ground. Din recovers quickly but before he can counter, a blaster shot disposes of the trooper quickly. Din looks up to see you, your arm extended.

He reaches for you and you pull him up. “You’re here, Beautiful.” His nickname for you slips from his lips. He watches as your expression goes from shock to pure rage as you punch a storm trooper and throw him into another two.

“You. Do. Not. Get. To. Call. Me. That.” You say as you shoot another trooper behind him. Din looks at you in amazement. You are beautiful and terrifying and he’s has never wanted to kiss you more even if he knows he’s risking a shot to the beskar. You both hear IG fall to the ground and notice that backup troopers are arriving. Din looks over your shoulder and walks past you, his gloved hand giving yours a squeeze. You realize he’s going for the E-web and cover him while he lifts it off its base. He swings it around and takes down trooper after trooper as you watch in awe at his strength. You always thought that he was capable but watching him now, he looked invincible.

A loud blast near the cantina catches your attention as they blow up the door and you grab another blaster off the ground and run off before Din has a chance to stop you. You slowly edge your way through the cantina door, guessing that Cara is in there providing cover fire. The storm troopers have their backs to you looking through the large room and you use this to your advantage. You shoot two in quick succession before ducking behind a table to take cover. You take a deep breath, listening for a pause in blaster shots before popping up quickly to take out two more. You move your aim over to the last trooper who has his own blaster aimed at you and before you can shoot, the shadow trooper crumples to the ground, Cara standing behind him with her own blaster trained on him.

“Gods, am I glad to see you,” she rushes over to you and clasps your shoulder. You return the gesture in greeting. You both quickly make your way back to the windows of the cantina to provide more cover just in time to watch Din attempt to swing the E-web around towards Moff Gideon. But he’s not quick enough. You look on in horror as the Moff shoots the case of artillery next to Din, causing a large explosion, sending the Mandalorian flying back off his feet. The blood drains from your face when you realize he isn’t getting up and you try to rush out to him but Cara stops you.

“Wait! Let me go get him.”

“Cara, please! I need to, please,” you say, barely forming a coherent sentence.

She looks at your, her gaze softening just slightly. “Do you think you can haul the tin can back in here?” You know you probably couldn’t without using that which you realize you shouldn’t because of the Empire. They were already after the kid, and if they realized you had similar abilities, it would be impossible to hide. “I’m not saying he’s a goner but you need to stay in here and stay safe for the kid and for him. Cover for me, I’ll bring him to you, okay?” You nod as she runs outside. You take down enemy after enemy as you watch Cara lift Din by his shoulder plates and begins to drag him back towards the Cantina. Rage fills you as you continue to shoot down trooper after trooper; and you enjoy the feeling of hatred and power as it consumes you.

“Hey!” Cara yells, placing a hand on the top of your blaster. You stop and whip your head in her direction; eyed wide and chest heaving with adrenaline. She holds her hands up in front of her as a sign of peace. “There you are,” she says in a quieter voice. You look around seeing IG with the child tucked safely in his pack, and the man you saw on the holocom, Greef Karga. Your eyes finally land on Din and you rush to him, collapsing before him.

“Din...” you say softly. You place your hands in his and squeeze. A sigh of relief escapes you when you feel a soft squeeze back.

“Hi, Beautiful,” he wheezes. You wince at how labored his breathing is. “Sorry, I know you told me not to call you that, but old habits die hard.”

“It’s fine. You’re fine,” you say, trying to reassure yourself more than him. You can barely focus on anything else besides the man in front of you. You barely register that IG is attempting to remove the grating from the wall.

Din presses a glove hand against your cheek and the familiar smell of leather and blaster residue brings you a small comfort. You feel his thumb stroke your cheekbone slightly.

“I’m not going to make it.”

“Don’t say that, you’re fine. We’re gonna get you out of here.” He gently takes your other hand and places it at the base of his head. You feel something warm and sticky, and your hand shakes as you bring it back to inspect. Blood.

“I can fix you right up but...but I have to...” you begin to say, your hands slowly inching towards his helmet. He stops your advance with his own.

“You know I can’t.”

“But, Din...”

“This is the way.”

You bite back your tears. You want to rip his helmet off of him and tell him he’s stupid. You want to scream and ask him if the creed is more important to him than you and the child. More than anything you want to fall into his arms and tell him you love him.

“You have to know, I lied about everything before I left.” His hand finds your face again and you lean into him once more. “I never wanted to leave you. You...you’re everything to me.” You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel him wipe your tears away. “Beautiful, you had to have known.” You shake your head in disbelief. You feel a pull at the back of your shirt and see the child behind you. As you turn he scrambles up into your lap, looking up between you and the Mandalorian.

“No,” you say. “You’re not allowed to do that. You’re not allowed to say things like that when you won’t let me save you.” You’re body is shaking at this point as you hold onto the child tighter. A blast of fire interrupts you as the cantina door bursts open. A flame trooper steps in through the flames and another pass of fire comes through, the force of its heat throwing you and the child against the Mandalorian. For the briefest moment fear strikes your heart but an immediate calm washes over you and once again you find yourself in a trancelike state. It feels almost like a dream as you watch your hand and the child’s hand raise up in sync as you see the flames comes so close to you before time seems to stop. You exhale and everything comes crashing back as a huge wave of energy is pushed away from you and the child. The fire is forced the other direction, sending the trooper and flames flying out of the cantina. You blink a few times and look down at the child who is looking back at you.

“What in the world was that??” Karga asks but the droid is quick to silence him. Even Cara looks alarmed but keeps quiet as she watches the three of you.

“You had to know...that was why I didn’t want you to be here.” Din says with some effort. “I needed to keep you safe. And I knew you wouldn’t let me go without you.”

“I’m so mad at you still,” you say lamely.

“I know, Beautiful, but let this be my apology.” Din yanks a chain off his neck and presses it into your hand. “Bring this to the covert. Tell them it’s from me. Tell them you and the kid are my family and they’ll protect you.”

Family.

Your heart throbs when he says it. “I can’t leave you.”

“You have to. I’ll hold them off long enough for you to escape. Please, let me do this.”

“Din...”

He places his hand behind your head and brings your forehead down to touch his helmet.

“I love you.”

Said at the same time and you can almost laugh at the irony. Here is a man you thought incapable of loving and being loved, yet so thoughtful and fierce in his loyalty. He wouldn’t let you stay, this was his final act of love for you and for the child.

“Miss, I will stay with the Mandalorian. Escape and protect the child. You are his mother,” IG says as he kicks the grate open. He comes to you with the empty sack, placing the child in it before returning him to you. “Many hostiles are making their way to us, our time is limited.”

You look to Din once more and he nods. You touch your forehead to his helmet one more time before taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. The child coos, his hands reaching out for him.

“Sorry, baby,” he says as he touches the child’s ear. “Can’t go along with you this time.” He shifts his gaze to you and watches as your tears fall.

“Hey.”

“I know,” you say with a watery smile, “good bounty hunters aren’t supposed to cry.” You squeeze his hand once more as you get up and look to the droid.

“Promise me you’ll bring him, IG.”

“You have my word, miss.”

With a quick nod of your head you bring the child up closer to you as you enter the darkness of the sewers. You feel your chest ache with each step further you take away from the Mandalorian, your heart left bleeding next to him.

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Okay. OKAY. I SWEAR THIS WILL CONTINUE AND PART THREE SHOULD BE THE LAST. I’M SO SORRY I KEEP DOING THIS. But I love you guys soooo much!!

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