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traeumenvonbuechern · 1 year

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Historical Romances by Black Authors

Aphrodite wishes to escape the marriage mart but will a second chance with the elusive Duke of Everely change her mind? Aphrodite Du Bell is a diamond of the first water and a favourite of the queen. But her renowned loveliness didn't stop the love of her life, Evander Eagleman, from jilting her and marrying another woman four years ago. Aphrodite has been in self-imposed exile ever since. However, when her formidable mother summons her back to London Aphrodite has no choice but to acquiesce. Upon her return, Aphrodite learns that the newly widowed Evander is in town and, despite her best efforts, the grand society events of the season repeatedly push them together. With each encounter, Aphrodite's traitorous feelings make it perfectly clear that the Duke still holds court over her heart. Why did Evander cast Aphrodite aside all those years ago, and now that they have a second chance, can the couple make strides to mend past hurts?

Ailsa Connery has waited three long years to finally escape her enslavement at Stirling Castle and reunite with her clan. But her carefully laid plans are completely destroyed by the arrival of the infamous Highland warrior known as Dubh Mahoun, the Black Devil…who has plans of his own. Kallum MacNeill's fearsome reputation has long allowed him to keep hidden his secret double life of freeing enslaved captives across the land. It's only when he kidnaps a servant lass—quite by accident—that he finds himself facing a wee predicament. He must accompany the lass home or risk her exposing his true identity. It'd be easy enough…if the feisty hellion didn't fight him at every turn. As they make their way to the Highlands, the perils the two must face are surpassed only by their constant sparring. Soon, their heated sniping sparks heat of a totally different kind. The kind that ignites a hunger that could consume them both. Yet the difficult journey is no match for the dangerous secrets they're about to uncover.

The first novel in USA Today Bestselling Author Beverly Jenkins’s compelling new series follows a Northern woman south in the chaotic aftermath of the Civil War . . . Valinda Lacy’s mission in the steamy heart of New Orleans is to help the newly emancipated community survive and flourish. But soon she discovers that here, freedom can also mean danger. When thugs destroy the school she has set up and then target her, Valinda runs for her life—and straight into the arms of Captain Drake LeVeq. As an architect from an old New Orleans family, Drake has a deeply personal interest in rebuilding the city. Raised by strong women, he recognizes Valinda’s determination. And he can’t stop admiring—or wanting—her. But when Valinda’s father demands she return home to marry a man she doesn’t love, her daring rebellion draws Drake into an irresistible intrigue.

A fun and feminist Regency romp from a master of the genre hailed as "a delight" by Bridgerton author Julia Quinn. Nothing happens in London without Graham Wynchester knowing. His massive collection of intelligence is invaluable to his family’s mission of aiding those most in need. So when he deciphers a series of coded messages in the scandal sheets, Graham’s convinced he must come to a royal’s rescue. But his quarry turns out not to be a princess at all… The captivating Kunigunde de Heusch is anything but a damsel in distress, and the last thing she wants is Graham’s help. All her life, Kuni trained alongside the fiercest Royal Guardsmen in her family, secretly planning to become her country’s first Royal Guardswoman. This mission in London is a chance to prove herself worthy without help from a man, not even one as devilishly handsome as Graham. To her surprise, Graham believes in her dream as much as she does, which makes it harder to resist kissing him…and falling in love. But how can she risk her heart if her future lies an ocean away?

Jane Austen meets The Princess and the Frog For as long as Prairie can remember, living in paradise has been boring. Her days are filled with helping at her family's resort, sewing, daydreaming, and observing fashionable guests from the sidelines. But when a fairytale-Esque opportunity arises, she does something out of character and agrees to marry a man she's never met. Suddenly, she's navigating a new life that is a world and an ocean away from everything she's ever known. Her new husband, Wright, is decidedly Mr. Wrong. If there's a schedule, he'll ignore it. If there is a rule, he'll break it. If there's a risk, he'll take it. Has the girl who has always had a plan finally met her match? If you're a fan of TV shows like 'Vanity Fair', 'Bridgerton' and 'The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina' or enjoy reading comedies of manners, you'll love 'That, My Dear, Is Love.' This is a full-length, standalone novel featuring a diverse ensemble cast, whimsical magic, and hilarious misadventures. This is a clean romance with a HEA. Featuring some of your favorite tropes: Marriage of Convenience Opposites Attract Reformed Rake

The Davenports delivers a totally escapist, swoon-worthy romance while offering a glimpse into a period of African American history often overlooked. The Davenports are one of the few Black families of immense wealth and status in a changing United States, their fortune made through the entrepreneurship of William Davenport, a formerly enslaved man who founded the Davenport Carriage Company years ago. Now it's 1910, and the Davenports live surrounded by servants, crystal chandeliers, and endless parties, finding their way and finding love—even where they’re not supposed to. There is Olivia, the beautiful elder Davenport daughter, ready to do her duty by getting married . . . until she meets the charismatic civil rights leader Washington DeWight and sparks fly. The younger daughter, Helen, is more interested in fixing cars than falling in love—unless it’s with her sister’s suitor. Amy-Rose, the childhood friend turned maid to the Davenport sisters, dreams of opening her own business—and marrying the one man she could never be with, Olivia and Helen’s brother, John. But Olivia’s best friend, Ruby, also has her sights set on John Davenport, though she can’t seem to keep his interest . . . until family pressure has her scheming to win his heart, just as someone else wins hers. Inspired by the real-life story of the Patterson family, The Davenports is the tale of four determined and passionate young Black women discovering the courage to steer their own path in life—and love.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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Mornings with Moche & Miguel (and Baby Rosalia)

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CEMICHE - Miguel O'hara x Inca-Spider Moche Huapaya

Mama Moche is a true Matriarch. And Miguel loves it.

The O'Hara-Huapaya Household can be a bit unconventional.

Raised in Earth 802 - a futuristic version of the Inca Empire, Moche's culture is known for having big families. My nana had 13 siblings. My father had 9.

Moche & Miguel have a sensible EIGHT.

And Miguel couldn't ask for more. (Literally. He can't take anymore, he's gonna lose his mind)

The Babies:

A daughter, two sets of twins - identical AND fraternal, and a trio of baby girls their babies are named - Rosalia, Diego & Mateo, Miguel Jr & Gabriel Jr, Isabella, Camilla, & Valinda aka Rosa, Di-O, Maddy, Junior, Riel, Bella, Cam, and Linda

[Below is more info on Moche, Miguel Rosalia, their babies and a little bit about their births.

This post is MEDIUM length. I'm gonna write another post soon on the kids' personality, futures, and Cemiche's parenting style

For more info on Moche and her culture, click here.]

Rosalia O'Hara-Huapaya

Their oldest - Rosalia - is the apple of Miguel's eye, and a little terror. Almost the exact opposite from Gabriella, Rosa is a loud, talkative, rambunctious tasmanian devil of a child (in the best way possible), and she enjoys playing in creeks, talking to Lyla, and rawr-ing at things. Born with Miguel's unstable DNA - paired with having a dual-universe coded DNA similar to Miles' - Rosalia (as well as all of their children) must take stabilizing shots, the same as their dad. Each child experiences the effects to a different degree. As a result, Rosalia possesses retractable fangs, red eyes and super strength, the same as her father. And as she grows older, Rosa even develops her own venom - one known for causing excruciating pain in addition to paralyzation. Conceived almost immediately after their marriage, Rosalia has always looked up to her dad. And although they have a complicated relationship for much of her life (mainly due to the fear of living in Gabriella's shadow), Rosalia and Miguel are extremely close, and extremely alike - Trained by her father at Spider HQ for most of her life, Rosalia one day grows up to be 'Viper' - a snake themed anti-hero.

Up-Bringing:

Raising their children in Moche's village back on 802 - Moche and Miguel's have a traditional and loving Quechua family with Moche as their mami and Miguel as their taita (dad in Quechua). Their kids speak Moche's native language - Quechua, and Spanish as their first languages (with English after that). And all of their kids were born in the traditional Quechua sense - homebirths with only Moche, and Miguel as her midwife. Being from a communal and communist culture, raising eight kids is a lot less hectic than it sounds, and it's not usual to have all the kids in one place unless it's night time. Different kids are integrated into different places in the community, with multiple people watching one or two kids at a time. [Ex: Miguel might take Rosalia and Diego with him to HQ, while Mateo stays at the Inti temple back on 802. MJ watches Miguel & Gabriel Jr., while Moche is at home with the triplets. After, Moche goes to the temple to get Mateo, and Miguel picks up the fraternal juniors on his way home from work.] With each kid affected by Miguel's mutated DNA, combined with having parents of two different universes, each of their eight kids experience a different level of effect and treatment. Trained by their mother and father as an elite unit, most of their kids goes on to be a hero, anti-hero, or agent in some capacity. Rosalia goes on to become the anti-hero, Viper. Diego & Mateo go on to become twin-heros Katari & Kuntur a.k.a Tari & Tur - Katari meaning 'Snake' (Diego), and Kuntur meaning 'Condor' (Mateo). The snake and condor being two sacred animals in Andean religion (symbolizing the underworld and overworld respectively) Miguel & Gabriel become experts in AI and multiverse technologies. Isabella becomes a healer - taking her mothers mantle as Avatar, gaining her powers comparable to Rosalia. Camilla & Valinda are not heros - Cam is a Boxer/Private Investigator & Valinda is a professional gymnast.

The Timeline:

Rosalia - their first - was conceived almost immediately after their wedding. Though having grown up an only child herself, Moche feared Rosalia being an only child, and Miguel agreed, so they tried for another. Diego & Mateo - their second and third - are identical twins. Miguel's first boys, and his first set of multiples. Having boys, plural, was definitely and adjustment, but everyday Miguel fell in love with being a dad more and more, even when the days got hectic. So when Moche accidentally got pregnant again - he thought 'What's one more, four's a good number.' When the village elder told them she'd be having twins again - boys again - Miguel didn't believe her. I mean, the mystic woman was reading coca leaves and river stones - so how much could she really know? A lot. Cause she was right. Miguel & Gabriel - their fourth and fifth - are fraternal twins. Named after Miguel and his late brother Gabriel, the two often go by 'Riel' and 'Junior'. Five kids. Five kids Miguel adores. But FIVE KIDS. ONE girl and FOUR BOYS. ALL CLOSE IN AGE (Like within 4/5 years of each other) ALL SUPER-POWERED. Miguel loves it - Miguel is EXHAUSTED. But they're like super-parents. And they finally have the family they want. But more than anything, Miguel wants one more girl - a sister for Rosalia. And with Rosalia not showing interest in the path of curandera (a healer) - they both figured, 'hey, why not ONE more'. One more was okay. Six was good - six was Miguel's LIMIT. And like - the chances of Moche having twins AGAIN is next to zero. So they agreed to try for one more. They went to the Inti temple together, to pray to Mama Allpa - the fertility god of Moche's people - for a daughter. Seeing the sincerity and desire in their hearts, Mama Allpa received their prayer - and gave them triplets. This time, Miguel believed the village elder. He passed out when he heard. Isabella, Camilla, & Valinda are identical triplet girls, their youngest (and LAST Miguel swears), bringing the total up to eight. Just like Moche wanted. She's very happy with this outcome. And so is Miguel.

Pregnancy:

Moche & Miguel pride themselves on having traditional Inca pregnancies, according to the traditions of her country. For the Incas, pregnancy was the ultimate test of marriage and commitment - with the husband expected the utmost attention and care to his wife. Needless to say, this is something Miguel loves - an excuse to treat his wife like a big softie. Usually a tough cookie and a workaholic, Miguel gets to act like his 4'11 warrior of a wife is a fragile, glowing queen for 9 months straight. Which, paired with Moche's pregnancy irritability can usually result in what Miguel likes to call 'Matriarch Moche'.

Having been through 4 pregnancies throughout their marriage, during this time Miguel often becomes Moche's caretaker - a role her village takes very seriously (they've got their eye on him). A time where a couple is almost inseparable, Moche & Miguel are no different. And it can extend to everything from making her meals to opening doors for her.

Unlike Jessica though, Moche does NOT do Inca-Spider stuff while pregnant. (Even Miguel was like 'yeah not happening')

And since her and Miguel are always together, that usually results in an irritable and hangry Moche padding around Miguel's lair barefoot with food court food while he does his usual work.

He'll continue his work of being boss and handling missions - while occassionally stop to dote over his wife he just wants to watch soap operas in peace.

The two usually trade responsibilities around this time - with Moche handling most of the Society administrative work, while Miguel handles most of the active mission work, and watching over her universe.

Usually a formidable fighter and a fiercely independent, Pregnancy one of the rare times Moche feels like she can put her self in someone else's hands - knowing that she should reserve her spiritual energy for her baby.

And Miguel is more than happy to oblige (most of the time).

Miguel: *Giving an mission briefing to the Spidey-teens* I need you all to FOCUS, I'm serious. Every detail of this mission must be followed to- Moche: *from Miguel's platform* Miguel, I'm getting heartburn. Also, I can't find the remote. Miguel:.....ask Lyla to change the channel. Moche:..Migggueeell, where's the garbage bag? I'm feeling the nausea again. Why did you give me queso? Eating that queso was a horrible idea- Lyla: Miguel, you better hustle. Last time she barfed on your desktop my server was out for 2 hours. Miguel:....*sighs* If you'll excuse me.. I- just a minute.

Birth:

All of the O'Hara-Huapaya children were born in the traditional Incan way - by their parents, with no extra assistance. In Moche's tradition, there is no midwife or doctor - that responsibility falls unto the husband, to educate himself and support the mother of his child. This is what Moche wanted, wanting the moment to be shared solely by them. Admittedly, the days leading up to Rosalia's birth were terrifying for Miguel, and he did exhaustive research. And as her husband, it was his responsibility to prepare the space for her, deliver the baby, and help ease her pain - with aid just a call away if they needed. Rosalia's birth was not an easy one, with Moche choosing to give birth in the upright position - but Rosalia is born healthy and safe, and Miguel doing so well, that they gave birth to the other seven just the same (thought with the triplets, it did require a little help, that's SO many babies). After the birth, Rosalia was bathed and dressed by her godparents (Asa & Jess) before spending the night with Miguel while Moche recovered. The morning after Moche was prepared by the Mamaconas to meet her daughter. Miguel and Moche love this - Moche feels like it helps her shoulder the responsibility of pregnancy, and their babies' health. And with Miguel directly involved with every step, it allows him to understand her and their baby on a deeper level. Although Miguel had only asked for one, the first night alone with Rosalia, he knew he wanted as many as Moche would give him.

About Moche's Maternity Outfit:

Moche's outfit takes inspiration from a number of actual Moche, Inca, or Quechua sources - including this outfit of a Moche girl from an exhibit in Peru.(left). Moche's forearm tattoos are also inspired directly from the tattoos found on The Lady of Cao - a mummy found in Peru. The Lady of Cao was thought to be a potential priestess or ruler - and as Moche holds the title of village healer, she has similar ink. Moche wears a headdress similar to a rising sun. As a Mamacona (priestess of The Sun God Inti), the sun holds a lot of significance for her. Moche wears the headdress throughout her pregnancy as a signal to others the 'rising of a new sun' - or rather the in-coming birth of her child. The sash at her waist is woven, and underneath embroidered with symbols in order to spiritually protect and shield the babies.

#no proofread per usu #I WILL give Miguel numerous kids SO HELP ME GOD #I ALMOST GAVE THEM NINE #spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #Miguel x oc #Miguel O'hara x oc #Miguel Ohara x oc #spiderman 2099 #spidersona #spidersonas #ocs #Inca Spider #IncaSpider

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fashion-boots · 2 months

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Diane von Furstenberg Fall 2016 for Neiman Marcus. Valinda Leather Trench Coat w/Fur Collar, Catherine Leather-Belted Shirtdress.

#ane von Furstenberg #2016 #knee high boots

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southernhispanics · 3 months

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TORCIDO TUESDAY: Goyo from VALINDA FLATS in Boys Republic in 1976. Be sure to check the hashtag for more photos of this varrio.

#valindaflats #sgvvarrios #boysrepublic #torcidotuesday #consafos

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hikatamika · 7 months

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CONGRATS ON 5K!!! @vickycreator1 started this DTIYS for 1K on Instagram but got to 5K before the deadline! Ain't that wild?

I'm fashionably late, but right on time with a digital ink rendition of Valinda and Astra!! I'm super curious about them so I gotta read My Life as a Magical Girl. :3c They look rly cute!! 💞

#magical girls #magical girl #magical girl oc #my life as a magical girl #dtiys #manga art #friend's oc

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all-the-things-2020 · 3 months

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Further Along the Way - Chapter Eleven

Summary: Din gets some very bad news.

Chapter Warning: ⚠️ This chapter is rather dark and refers to the deaths of some characters we’ve already met. ⚠️

Rating: PG

Valinda Knorros was in her late forties, short and slightly plump, her long brown hair shot through with a few strands of gray and pulled back in a neat braid. Mariana liked her immediately. Unlike the doctor at the local health clinic, the midwife explained everything before she did it and made sure Mariana didn’t have any questions before she moved on.

“Well, I think that’s all for now,” Valinda said finally, putting her data pad and scanner away. “Everything looks fine. I’d say you’re right on track for a healthy baby and a normal delivery.” She smiled. “Next time we’ll start going over the birthing process so you’ll know what to expect. Have you talked to your husband about whether he wants to be present during the birth?”

“Not really,” Mariana admitted. She was fairly certain he would want to be there, given how protective he was, but she hadn’t thought to ask him.

“Discuss it and let me know next week,” Valinda said. “If he’s going to be there, he’ll have to come to at least some of the appointments so we can go over his role as birthing coach.”

Mariana suppressed a smile at the sudden image of Din in his full Mandalorian armor holding her hand and telling her when to breathe and when to push, like a scene from a cheesy holovid.

“I will,” she said. “See you next week.”

Valinda walked her to the door and Mariana stepped out into the crisp afternoon air. It was a beautiful day and she thought briefly of walking home, but it was at least six blocks to Tress’ place to pick up Ad’ika and then another three to get home, and she wasn’t sure her feet were up for it. Instead, she hailed a speeder cab and gave the driver the Mondella’s address.

Lina answered the door when Mariana knocked, her face sober. “Hi, Dika’s mom,” the girl said. “Momma’s sad.”

Mariana’s heart sank and she pushed her way past the girl. “Tress?,” she called out. “Are you okay?” Oh, please, please, don’t let anything have happened to Garrick!

Tress stepped out of the kitchen, her eyes red and tear streaks running down her face. “Oh, Mariana,” she gasped, reaching out to wrap her arms around her. “It’s horrible.”

“What? What? Is it Garrick?”

“No, no,” Tress said. “It’s … it’s the cadets. Din’s cadets.”

Mariana’s knees gave out and Tress had to help her onto the couch. “Oh, stars, what happened?,” she managed to say once she could breathe again.

“Garrick … he still gets all the comms pertaining to the Academy and he forwarded it to me,” Tress said between sobs. “They were guarding the embassy on Vrentos, routine stuff, but terrorists bombed the site.” She hiccuped. “They haven’t released any names yet but five of them died, more were injured. Fennic — he didn’t make it, Mari, he’s dead.”

Mariana’s blood ran cold. Corporal Fennic had taken Din’s place. “I’ve got to get home,” she said, jumping to her feet. “I need to be there when Din gets home. He’ll be devastated.”

Tress nodded. “Leave Ad’ika here,” she said. “He can stay overnight. The girls will love it and that way you can concentrate on Din. Oh, sweet gods, I can’t even imagine what he’s going through …” She dissolved into tears again.

Mariana sat back down and hugged her friend tightly. “It’ll be okay,” she whispered. “Don’t worry about us, just take care of yourself and the girls. We’ll be okay.”

Tress wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I just … I‘ve been so on edge since Garrick left, and those kids … they were supposed to be safe.” She shook her head. “Don’t mind me. Go on, go home, take care of your husband.”

Mariana took a moment to say goodbye to Ad’ika. “You’re going to stay here tonight, ad,” she told him. “I’ll be back to get you in the morning. Be good and listen to Tress, okay?”

He nodded, his ears drooping. “Trikar'la,” he said.

“Yes, sad, Ad’ika,” Mariana said. “We’re all very sad right now. But it’ll be okay. I’ll get you tomorrow. Be good.”

“Da?” He looked so forlorn that Mariana had to take a moment before she replied so that she wouldn’t start sobbing.

“Daddy will be okay,” she said finally. “I’m going to make sure of that. We’ll see you in the morning.”

She left the Mondella’s house and walked as quickly as she could back to the apartment building. If Garrick had already forwarded his comm to Tress, then the Colonel had known for some time, and with no final class to teach, Din’s days were over earlier than usual. He could be home at any time, if he wasn’t already there.

She had a stitch in her side by the time she got to her street, but she refused to slow down. She was huffing and puffing as she unlocked the door to find Din slumped on the couch. He looked up at her, his eyes bleak.

“Tress told me,” she said, shutting the door behind her and hurrying to his side. “Garrick commed her. Oh, Din, I’m so, so sorry!” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head down onto her shoulder. He was very still for a long moment, and then she felt him begin to sob. She rubbed his back with one hand and ran her fingers through his hair with the other, two things that always soothed him. “It’s okay,” she crooned. “It’s okay, cyar’ika. I’m here. I’m here.”

Eventually he stopped crying and pulled back enough to look at her. “It’s not okay, Mar’ika,” he croaked, his voice raspy with tears. “I should have been there. You were right. I had a duty to them. I failed them.”

“No, no, you didn’t,” she said.

“I did,” he insisted. “They’re my students, not Fennic’s. He shouldn’t have had to go. He shouldn’t have had to die.”

Mariana wiped the tears from his cheeks and held his face steady. “He wanted to go,” she said. “He sent me a message right before they left. He said that even if you’d agreed to go, he was going to offer to take your place.” Din shook his head, but she held him firmly. “He said you didn’t need to risk your life.”

“Even so,” Din said wearily. “The kids … Mar’ika, five of my kids ….” He couldn’t go on and it broke her heart to see him so devastated. “Maybe I could have saved them,” he whispered.

“And maybe you couldn’t,” she replied. “Maybe more would have died, or maybe you would have died.”

He sighed, his head dropping back onto her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, hanging on like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver. “I don’t even know who … who it is,” he said. “The Colonel couldn’t release any names until they’ve finished contacting all the next of kin. Fifty kids, cyar’ika, five dead, who knows how many more wounded … that’s a ten percent loss. And this was supposed to be a nice, easy assignment. Perfectly safe.” He shook his head and she couldn’t think of anything to say, so she just kept rubbing his back, occasionally pressing a kiss against his neck or ear.

They sat like that for a long time, until her leg started to go numb from the pressure of sitting in the same position for so long, but she didn’t want to disturb him, so she endured until he finally sat back. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t apologize,” she said. “You have every reason to be upset, my love.”

He rubbed his face with both hands. “I know, but still …” His data pad, abandoned on the side table, pinged. They looked at each other, knowing what the message probably was.

“I’ll get it,” Mariana said, picking up the pad and pressing the button to wake up the screen. At the top was a message from the Colonel, blinking bright green to indicate urgency. She took a deep breath and tapped on the message to open it.

“It’s the casualty list,” she said.

Din closed his eyes and nodded. “Read it to me,” he said, his voice strained.

“Lormand Anzitor — DECEASED, Nandoo Bendar — DECEASED, Fangor Donden — INJURED, Pando Florenz — INJURED, Hoven Limante — DECEASED, Brix Lovari — INJURED, Vintex Marddanda — INJURED, Prig Pexar— INJURED, Kalen Robbins — DECEASED, Helix Shandilon — DECEASED, Corton Trimble — INJURED, Klaarmat X’intari — INJURED,” she read. With each name, Din’s head drooped further and further toward his chest until by the time she reached the end, he was doubled over completely.

“Bendar,” he sobbed. “She … she was doing so well. And Robbins … he was top of his class. Limante, Anzitor … Shandilon. Kriff, I was so happy I wasn’t going to have to deal with him for a while, and now he’s dead.”

Mariana dropped the data pad and pulled Din’s head into her lap. She was crying herself, now, the tears flowing freely down her face. She hadn’t met most of the students, but she knew Bendar, Florenz, and X’intari from the after school class. Now shy Nandoo was dead, and Pando and Klaarmat were injured. Of the four, only Glenna Laren had escaped unscathed.

She let Din cry himself out, then helped him into the ‘fresher, where she made him take a shower and change into pajamas. He was quiet as she led him into the bedroom and tucked him into bed. “Try to sleep,” she whispered. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

She took a quick shower herself, letting the water wash the tears from her face. Slipping into her nightgown, she crawled into bed next to Din and snuggled up against him, her back pressed against his chest. After a moment, his arms wrapped around her and she felt his face burrow into the back of her neck. “Thank you, cyar’ika,” he mumbled. “For understanding.”

She took one of his hands in her own, pressing it against her chest, right over her heart. His other hand slid down to her belly. The baby was quiet, for a change, seemingly subdued by her mood.

“Just sleep, Din,” she whispered. “Relax. Sleep. It’ll be better in the morning.”

He nodded into her hair, his breathing starting to even out, no longer hitching with sobs. Suddenly, though, he half sat up. “Where’s Ad’ika?,” he cried out.

“He’s with Tress,” she assured him. “She was watching him while I was at the midwife’s and she offered to keep him overnight for us.”

Din sank back onto the mattress, relaxing a bit more. “I forgot,” he said. “How … how did it go?”

“It went very well,” she said. “But I can tell you all about it tomorrow. For now, just get some rest, cyar’ika.”

He sighed deeply and snuggled closer to her. “Okay,” he said wearily. “I’ll try.” She knew from experience how draining a hard cry could be, and she knew he must be exhausted. She gently stroked his hand until she felt him go limp against her, his breathing slow and steady against the back of her neck. As she was about to drift off herself, she felt the baby start to stir. Go to sleep, little one, please, she begged, and after a couple of flips and a feeble kick, the child settled down again. A few minutes later, she was sound asleep, still clutching Din’s hand to her heart.

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Mando’a words:

trikar’la = sad

#the mandalorian #star wars #grogu #pedro pascal character fanfiction #baby yoda #din djarin #din djarin x original female character #din djarin fanfiction

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