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❝ lele. she/her. ❞ . yeah it’s me don’t cream your pants !

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lele. she!her. writer. bi. m.list

fandoms

arcane. twd. hotd. got. the pitt. creepypasta. resident evil. fallout. dbh. the boys. mha. jjk. naruto.

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who i write for

anyone in the fandoms above as long as they’re approved by me.

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gwayne fic will be up shortly! i don’t want to wait till sundays ep so it goes off of canon whoops

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OMBRIELLE

✷ ── When Daemon Targaryen commands you to fly with him to force your husband to submit, you have no other choice but to follow.

characters — ormund hightower x targ!reader

warnings — spoilers for hotd season 3 ep 3!! canon violence, lovers to enemies to lovers?, betrayal

notes — i hope you enjoy! as much as i dislike the common cannibal fics, i just chose him so i wouldn’t have to write “your dragon” over and over lol. this is not proofread

Kings Landing was not your home. Sure, you had spent the first years of your life within the walls of the Red Keep. Running up and down the halls, playing in the gardens, and praying in the Godswood. But it was not your home, and it had not been for a long time. Now, it was simply a mere reminder of all of the horror and misfortune that had fallen upon your family. A reminder that because your sister was a woman, House Targaryen would never be the same.

Your chambers remained the same. The Hightower green had been stripped away, with your red colors taking its place. Even though the green had faded, you could still feel it. Like a bad feeling you get when someone lingers behind you too closely. Like there was something still there. Trust did not come easily, no matter times Rhaenyra had consoled you.

“You need not worry, sister.” Rhaenyra assured as she stroked your face lovingly. “No harm shall come to you while I am Queen.”

The wind from your open window was cool, an escape from the heat that arose throughout the day. Your handmaidens had dressed you in a light red gown to ease your discomfort with hands so gentle you almost forgot they had once supported the very people who ran you away in the first place. You could not hold them for it, you supposed. They were only doing what would keep them breathing.

Your chamber door swung open abruptly, crashing against the wall with a resounding thud. Instinctively, you turned around, your entire body tensing as you prepared yourself for the intruder. To your surprise, you found your uncle standing in the doorway, dressed in his riding attire, his hand resting on the hilt of Darkfyre. You could not possibly understand what Rhaenyra had saw in him all those years ago. He was brash and brazen, and the title of Rogue Prince was not given to him on a whim.

“Niece.” Daemons expression was unreadable, as if it was carved from stone, though there was a hint of purpose. “We ride within the hour. Ready yourself.”

“May I know the reason, uncle?” You asked innocently, remaining seated on the cushions of your windowsill.

“We fly to your traitor husband. Ormund has flown his banners for the usurper for far too long. It is time we change his mind.”

At the mention of your lord Husband, you faltered. You had not seen him in many moons, with your last interaction having left a sour taste in your mouth. He swore fealty to Aegon. You swore fealty to Rhaenyra. What was meant to be a marriage of security, ended as a marriage of enemies. You did not hold his allegiance against him. You could not. No matter how long you spent trying to loathe him for his choices, Ormund had done what was in the best interest of his family, as did you. You had not been married long enough to come to love the man, yet the feelings you harbored for him could not simply be put out.

Daemon moved closer, his steps careful and calculated. You lifted your head to meet your uncle.

“Your husband has made himself the enemy.” Daemons gaze softened by the barest degree.

“I trust you understand that.” You lowered your eyes, swallowing harshly. Daemon took another step closer.

“He is still my husband.”

“He was,” Daemon corrected without missing a beat. “Now he is a traitor.” Your jaw tightened.

The room fell silent.

“What the two of you shared ceased to matter the moment he chose the crown over his oath.”

You looked to the side, your hands curling into fists. Daemon noticed, but it earned nothing from him.

“I did not come here to discuss the manners of your marriage,” His voice remained calm and low — dangerously so.

“I came to tell you what happens next.” His gaze was unwavering. A brief pause.

“I intend to give Lord Hightower one final chance to bend the knee.” There was no harshness in his words — only certainty. “If he has any sense left, he will make the right decision and this ends with words.” His violet eyes searched yours.

“If he refuses?” He did not speak. He did not have to, for you knew the cold truth. Dragonfire spoke plainly enough.

“Your loyalty mustn’t waver.” You angrily snapped your head up, offended by his statement.

“My loyalty has never been in question.”

“No,” Daemon stated firmly. “I didn’t believe it was.” He turned toward the door, his head turning over his shoulder to look at you.

“His ward comes with us.” You frowned.

“Daeron?”

“Yes.” Daemons tone was clear, a firm indicated that the matter had already been decided.

“You will kill him.” Your voice held no doubt. You had never met the boy. Yet, he was still a boy, thrust into a war he had no part in. Daemon remained silent, and you understood his silence even without words. Without another glance, he opened the door and disappeared in the corridor, leaving only the echo of his footsteps and the command for your handmaidens to dress you in your riding leathers. As they replaced your red gown with your black riding attire, braided your hair so tightly that your scalp ached, you could only hope that your husband would make the right choice.

The Cannibals roars split the evening sky. Thousands of Hightower soldiers looked upwards as the immense black dragon emerged from the clouds, his scarred wings nearly blotting out the sun. Beside you flew Caraxes, lean and blood-red, his long body twisting through the air like a serpent before both dragons folded their wings.

Caraxes struck the ground first, his talons gouging deep trenches into the grass as he skidded himself to a halt. A heartbeat later, Cannibal crashed down beside him with enough force to send a wave of dust and dirt rolling forth. His jaws opened in a low, guttural growl, smoke curling between rows of dagger-like teeth.

Panic rippled through the Hightower ranks.

Still, they held.

The army stretched across the field in disciplined formation, shields locked edge to edge until they resembled a wall of steel. Spears pointed skyward in endless rows, banners bearing the green tower snapping violently in the wind. Knights waited astride restless destriers behind the infantry, while archers stood with arrows already nocked, bows half-drawn. Tessarion shook her head, her chirps sounding more cute than frightening.

You remained seated atop Cannibal for an extended moment, your gloved fingers tightening around the saddle horn. Your heart pounded rapidly as you attempted to muster the courage to dismount.

Daemon landed on the ground, dropping from Caraxes. He paid no mind to the army staring at them, nor to the weapons that were aimed in their direction. His eyes swept over the Hightower host with open contempt.

“They’ve more courage than sense,” He muttered. You finally climbed down from the saddle, your boots sinking into the disrupted soil. Your gaze lingered on the banners. Daemon noticed.

“Leave your feelings on that dragon.” You said nothing. There was nothing worth saying. Daemon adjusted the gloves around his wrists.

“I didn’t bring you here to reminisce.”

The Cannibal released another thunderous growl, lowering his head until his eyes fixed itself upon the Hightower lines.

The soldiers faltered.

A few took involuntary steps backward.

Daemon smiled—a thin, humorless thing.

“Come,” He started forward without another glance at her. “Let’s see whether Lord Hightower has more of a brain than his uncle.”

You drew a long breath before falling into step beside him, every pace carrying you closer to the man you had once called husband. In between the armies, your Lord Husband rode upon his horse. He sat with his head held high, adorned in his green armor that fit him perfectly. He looked the same as the day the two of you had parted ways, save for a few extra gray hairs that had sprung due to the toll of war. The easy warmth that had once softened his features had hardened into something sharper, wearier. There were shadows beneath his eyes you did not remember, and a thin scar traced the edge of his jaw. Daemons left hand came to rest on Darkfyre as Ormund grew closer. Behind you, Caraxes and Cannibal growled lowly, ready to protect their riders.

Ormund slowly descended from his steed, his face blank as he marched closer and closer. Instinctively, you raised your chin. He did not look at you, instead focusing on Daemon. A part of you wanted to be hurt by this, but given the circumstances, you could expect nothing less.

“Glad news Lord Ormund!” Daemon cheered. “The war has ended, your allies scattered, and your nephews fled. There is a new Queen and she sits her father’s throne.”

“We heard rumor of this. Though on the road, rumors spread like flies.” Ormund was steadfast, holding his ground as he looked around him. Daemon rubbed his forehead before gesturing to the Hightower army.

“Well…the queen, in her wisdom, offered you clemency and your army with you. Only bend the knee and swear your allegiance, and you may return to Oldtown and live your lives in…peace.” You shifted your weight beside your uncle, occasionally glancing back at Cannibal as if he could provide support.

“Have you any proof of your claim? Or am I to trust in the reliability and rectitude of the Rogue Prince?”

“Trust me or don’t. You may even ask your lady wife here,” Daemon nodded your way. “You will encounter the truth soon enough.”

It was only then did Ormund look your way. His blue eyes met your violet ones and you froze. His brows furrowed, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply through them. You met his gaze steadily, not faltering or looking away. You could see the conflict within him as he took you in. You could see the care he still had for you. Yet he said nothing. Daemon took slow steps forward.

“Your uncle Otto encountered it very recently. And the Hightower guard soon after him.” Ormund adjusted his stance, his features twisting into anger.

“And if I am inclined to fight?”

“That seems obvious enough. No need to sully the pleasantness of this meeting.” Caraxes whistled, his head shaking. Daemon smiled. “And besides, she would surely get in the way.” Your fingers clasped together in front of you.

Ormund licked his lips before continuing. “I am left no choice. For myself, I would resist. But I have many other lives to consider. And so in the interest of peace, and for my wife, I will submit.” When he made mention of your title, he was not angry. There was no hint of distain.

“Delightful.”

Ormund made one more glance to you, before slowly withdrawing his sword, holding it in front of him as he bent the knee. His sword hit the ground with a metal clang.

“I, Ormund Hightower, promise to be faithful to Rhaenyra Targaryen, the queen. I pledge my fealty to her.”

“You have chosen wisely. If reluctantly, Lord Ormund.” Ormund retrieved his sword, sliding it back into the holster before turning to face his men.

“Our campaign has ended. We take the roseroad homeward-” Daemon interrupted, lifting his pointer finger.

“Ah!” He clapped, bending over as he laughed. “I almost forgot. Your ward…Daeron Targaryen. He’ll be coming with me.” Ormund nodded towards the ground.

“You would take him hostage?”

“It would be rather an oversight to allow one of prince Aegons heirs to go prancing about the reach with his dragon, no less. We will treat him kindly. As we would any son of Viserys.”

A brief pause between the men.

“As long as you behave yourself.”

Ormund, with a scoff and a shake of his head, turned to nod at the man behind him. Slowly, the young princeling was brought forth. Ormund placed his hands gently on Daerons shoulders and got close to his face.

“Be brave, young prince.” Daeron gave one last glance at Ormund before cautiously approaching you and Daemon. Daemon tilted the boys’ chin upwards.

“Well met, nephew.” Before he left, Daemon gripped tightly onto your bicep.

“Return with haste.” Daemons’ face was firm and sharp. Initially you were confuse and couldn’t comprehend his meaning, until his eyes flickered back towards your husband. Daemon left with Daeron in hand, leaving only you and Cannibal behind. A brave choice, you thought. You stared at your husband, your eyes firm on the ground in front of him. Ormund was the first to speak.

“You look well.” The words sounded almost foolish the second they left his mouth. You gave the smallest smile — a sad thing that did not reach your eyes.

“So do you.” It was a lie. He knew it. You knew it. A small silence stretched between you.

“I believe congratulations are to be had.” His gaze drifted briefly toward the Cannibal, who watched from behind you with an unsettling stillness.

“You always said you wanted a big one.” You followed his gaze.

“I found him.”

“I can see that.” His lips twitched, almost becoming a smile before duty snatched it away.

“I suppose I should’ve expected nothing less.” You folded your hands.

“I never thought we would meet like this.”

“No,” His voice was quiet. “Neither did I.”

The wind carried the distant clatter of armor. Neither of you moved.

“I wrote to you.” Your eyes locked back on him. “You never answered.” Ormunds jaw tightened as he shifted his weight.

“I wrote back.” Confusion flickered across your face.

“I never received anything.”

“They never meant for you to.” For the first time, anger surfaced — not towards you, but to war itself.

“There are men on both sides who profit from silence.” You looked away, biting your lips.

“I thought you’d simply, forgotten me.” Ormund laughed once, yet there was no humor.

“I’ve tried.” His confession hung between you. Your eyes closed.

“You chose him.”

“I chose my house,” His answer came quickly, though it sounded as though he’d repeated it to himself a hundred times before. “My father. My brothers. The realm.”

Your voice was bitter. “And I chose mine.”

“I know.” Your eyes met again and you saw it. Not hatred, not anymore. But something far more dangerous. Regret.

“I never wanted you to become my enemy.” Ormund said quietly as you swallowed.

“I don’t think either of us had much say in that.”

Another long silence.

He looked at you as though committing every detail of your face to memory. He took in every small detail, like the way your silver hair came loose in some places, and the way the skin on your lips had been torn raw from your teeth. The same hair he had twisting his fingers in, and the same lips he had kissed many times before. Regardless of sides, you were still you. Even if every part of him was screaming at him to leave now, to not look back, he simply couldn’t.

“Will you visit me? In Oldtown?” A sad smile came across your face.

“Of course.”

As Ormund watched you fly away on Cannibal, his heart twisted. Knowing that his treachery, his plotting, could potentially further ruin whatever remained between the two of you. But for now, he would simply enjoy the memory of your face as you faded away into the clouds.

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BATHROOM FLOOR

✷ ── Sitting on the dirty bathroom floor of the Starcourt Mall — with a Steve Harrington who was loopy from truth serum — was not how you expected to spend your evening.

characters — steve harrington x fem! reader

warnings — blood, evil russians, drug mentions, sorta unrequited love, traumas, stranger things season 3, angst with comfort, reader has powers and is called 6, vomiting

notes — happy 4th of july, and happy anniversary to stranger things season 3! (i hate the president btw)

Your right eye throbbed. You could feel your own frantic heartbeat through your eye as it pounded so hard you thought it would burst. It was so painful. You had never been hit this hard in your entire life, even when you were being punished in the rainbow room. Back then it was only shocks, the stinging jolts being sent into your neck that basically paralyzed you. This, was worse. At least the shock only lasted a few seconds. This pain would stay, and it would surely leave behind a nasty purple welt.

The decorative tiles of the bathroom floor felt nice against your burning skin. A sharp contrast to your forehead, which felt like it was a million degrees. Your stomach growled as you lurched over the toilet bowl again, emptying your gut of all of its contents. You felt like you were dying. Whatever the Russians had injected you with surely did a number on you, including your powers. You could barely even unlock the door without doubling over in pain. It wasn’t like they knew you had special abilities. Truth serum is only effective to a certain extent.

From the stall over, you could hear Steve doing the same thing you were. His groans of pain reverberated through you in a way that you didn’t like, but there was nothing you could do. Not like this, under the influence of whatever was in your system. Robin had ran off a while ago, laughing like a mad man as she slammed the door shut behind her. You would have ran after her had you been able to stand without getting a wave of nausea. You flushed the toilet, leaning back on the wall as you stared at the ceiling. For quite some time, the bathroom was silent, save for the labored breaths the two of you took. Your eyes closed as your head lolled to the side.

“…Man.” Steve started, his voice horse and raw die to how many times he threw up. He blinked slowly at the ceiling, watching as it swam around, with haloes circling the lights.

“I gotta tell you…” He mumbled, his words slurring together. “This is, uh…definitely not in my top five best moments.” You didn’t respond.

Steve tilted his head, staring at your feet from under the stall.

“..Hey,” His eyebrows pinched together. “You still with me?”

“Yeah.” You gave the smallest nod. Even if he couldn’t see your head.

“Good.” Steve let out a shaky breath. “Don’t…don’t do that thing where you stop talking. I don’t like that.” Your brows furrowed as you listened to him. You knew that the truth serum had made him…especially Steve, but this was new. Steve’s laugh came out crooked.

“I mean…I don’t like a lotta things right now, but that’s…that’s pretty high on the list.” With all your might, you slid into his stall, scooting so that you sat next to him. Your sides pressed against each other, your warmth merging.

You stared at the ceiling as you changed the subject. “I can’t feel my legs.”

A pause.

“Can you feel my legs?” His face twisted into a grimace when he realized what he said. You laughed.

“Actually…don’t answer that. Weird question.”

Another pause.

“I think the Russians melted my brain.”

Steve looked down at you, his expression softer this time. The Russians had given it to you pretty hard. Probably because you gave them the most lip, but still.

“You okay?” You hesitated before nodding. Your head throbbed with every movement as you put on a look that said stop worrying, i’m okay. Steve sighed through his nose.

“See, that’s the problem.” He swallowed. “You always do that!” You looked up at him with your face scrunched, squinting your eyes at his words.

“I always do what?”

“The little…” He weakly waves his fingers as he mimicked you. “I’m fine, face.”

“It’s a terrible face.” You almost smiled, but you quickly tucked your head down to your chest in hopes that he wouldn’t see. Steve saw. Steve always saw.

“There it is.” He smiled back at you lazily. “That’s better.”

For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. The lights were so bright that they buzzed your heads.

“I was…I was really scared.” His voice was quiet. You looked up at him with concern etched all over your face. “When they dragged you in.”

“I kept thinking…” He let out a laugh, but there was no humor in it. “I kept thinking that I wasn’t gonna get another chance to tell you.”

You tried to talk, you really did, but it was as if your vocal cords stopped working as you stared at him. Steve’s eyes drifted closed for a second before they opened again.

“You know what’s funny?”

“What’s funny, Steve.”

“I had this whole speech.” You looked at him with a lip tilted up. He just nodded.

“Seriously. It was actually pretty good.” You smiled.

“Started with me acting all cool…” He smirked, looking proud of himself. “Cause that’s my thing.”

“It is.” Steve nodded with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Another beat of silence.

“But then…I don’t know.” He turned towards you, his forehead nearly touching yours. “I guess almost dying kinda makes pretending feel…stupid.” His words slowed.

“You’re gonna have to be more clear, Steve.” Steve inhaled sharply.

“I like you.” You tensed. Steve felt it. The confession hung awkwardly in the fluorescent light.

“I don’t mean, like…” He winced. “I mean…yeah, I do mean like.” Steve laughed at himself, rubbing a hand through his hair.

“Ever since we met…I just couldn’t get you out of my mind. I find you in everything. I notice when you get quiet, I notice when you’re trying to carry everyone else’s problems because you think nobody should carry them alone.” You listened intently as he spilled his feelings for you in the bathroom stall of the Starcourt mall.

“And I hate it.” You frowned as he quickly shook his head, realizing his words. “No..no not you.”

“I hate that you think you gotta do it alone.” His lips pulled into a tired smile. “Because news flash, you don’t.” He gently bumped his shoulder into yours, leaning into you. For a moment you didn’t say anything. Until you burst out laughing, tears filling your eyes as you rocked back and forth. Steve tilted his head as he watched you laugh.

“And…” You tried to find the words, the laughter having taken the breath out of you. “You really picked now to tell me this?” Steve gave the weakest shrug imaginable.

“Well since we’re already drugged stupid, might as well shoot my shot.” Steve was surprised when you suddenly grabbed his hand, taking it into your lap.

“I like you too.” He smiled. A true, genuine Harrington smile. Not one that came with the drugs. All him.

“Just promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“After this, you take me somewhere that’s not a secret Russian bunker.”

Steve laughed, gripping your hand tighter. “Promise.”

“Unless I die, yknow.” You said morbidly, chuckling like a madman.

“You know…let’s…let’s not do that.”

You turned over, a bit surprised at how close his face was. You could see every gash and bruise on his face in detail. Regardless of his wounds, you still thought he was beautiful. Still the Steve Harrington who had come to your rescue so many times. Still the Steve Harrington who had changed so much from high school, changed for the better. Changed for you. Steve said your name quietly.

“Would you…would you be my girlfriend?” You put your hand on his cheek.

“Of course.”

Steve looked at you. His heart clenched as he stared at the bruise forming around your eye in the shape of a fist. Regardless of your wounds, he still thought you were beautiful. Still the girl who had lifted a demo-dog with her mind. Still the girl who had overcame everything that was thrown her way. Still the girl he had loved since the start.

Without thinking, you inched forwards, locking your lips onto his. When you tasted blood from his split lip, you pulled away, only to get pulled right back in. He held you, there, on the bathroom floor of the starcourt mall, with his lips slotted perfectly onto yours. You had never had a boyfriend before. Never had someone to call yours. But Steve Harrington had single handily changed that. Just as he began to tilt his head and lean more into the kiss, the door to the bathroom slammed open, and in walked Dustin Henderson.

“What the fuck!”

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WHAT YOU MADE ME

✷ ── You were made to be a weapon. From the moment you were separated from your mother’s arms, you were subjected to experiments and exploited by the very man who falsely claimed to be your papa. Even with papa dead, you can’t help but realize that maybe he was right all along. Maybe you were just a weapon. But Steve Harrington didn’t believe that.

characters — steve harrington x fem! reader

warnings — blood, mention of trauma, reader is number 6 and has powers, hopper is a good dad, fear of abandonment, it’s stranger things cmon, doesn’t really follow the timeline of season 5 but it is based on it

Red, thick blood trickled down your nose and mouth. The familiar liquid you had grown accustomed to over the years. Your right hand was extended in front of you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lower it. Your eyes were empty and void of any emotion as you stared at the bodies that were scattered about the room, all motionless and still. Their necks and limbs were twisted and bent in ways that was beyond normal. Beyond anything that a normal person could do to someone else.

They were bad, you told yourself. They wanted to hurt you. They wanted to hurt El and Hopper. It had to be done. There was no other way.

Your arm finally lowered slowly back down to your side. You swallowed hard, tasting the metallic blood that had accumulated in your mouth. Your breathing had slowed to its normal pace as you stood there, staring at what you had done. It wasn’t your actions that had caused you to be upset. It was the fact that you felt nothing while you did it. Nothing but pure anger as you flung them one by one into the walls. It was automatic, like something that had been programmed into you. You were made to do this. And that’s what got you.

Countless nights had been spent staring at the cobwebbed ceilings of Hopper’s cabin. Each night, sleep eluded you, replaced by a whirlwind of thoughts that consumed your mind. Papa was miles away, physically unreachable, yet his presence lingered in your thoughts like an inescapable bad dream. You could recall all the time you spent in the rainbow room, your hair neatly buzzed down to your scalp. You would carefully move the blocks with your hands, only to grow frustrated when they wouldn’t move in the way you had intended.

“Patience, 6.” Papa’s words were smooth, false empathy emanating from every syllable. “It simply takes practice. Have you ever heard of the metaphor practice makes perfect?”

You shook your bald head, staring up at Papa as he knelt down to pick up the blocks from where they had fallen.

“You cannot expect perfection when you have no experience. The more you practice, the more experience you gain. Do you understand?” He placed the blocks in a pattern on the table, turning around to stare at you with his hands on his bent knees. You nodded. He patted your back.

“You will accomplish great things, six.”

As you stared down at all of the poor people in front of you, you realized that he was wrong. If this was the great things he spoke of, you never wanted to do it ever again. But a part of you knew that you had to. You were made for this. Papa had specifically chosen you for things of this nature. He had chosen you to be his weapon. And you forever would be one.

The car ride to the Squawk was filled with silence. The radio had been turned off long ago, leaving the three of you to sit in silence. You could feel the blood drying on your face, causing discomfort due to its tightness. You hadn’t even bothered to wipe it off. More would come soon enough anyways. El sat in the back of the truck, her head leaning against the window as she watched the trees pass. Both of Hoppers hands were gripped so hard on the steering wheel you could see his knuckles turning white. You tore at the skin around your nails, flinching when you dug too deep. The tension in the car was so thick it almost choked you.

“Kid,” Hoppers voice was low, full of something you guessed was worry. “Keep doing that and you won’t have skin at all.” At his words, your hands instinctively separated and rested in your thighs. You mumbled a quiet sorry.

“You okay?” He tore his eyes away from the road to glance at where you sat in the passenger seat. Hopper had always been good at reading you. He had joked years ago saying that it was his super power, just as yours was telekinesis.

“Yes.” He gave you a look.

“Look at me.” Your head slowly turned to meet his gaze, your face still blank.

“Don’t give me that. I’ve heard that crap a thousand times. You don’t have to pretend with me. Tell me what’s wrong.” His brows furrowed as you remained silent. You sat there for a while, simply staring blankly back at the road ahead.

“I killed them.” Your voice was shaky and uncertain as you blinked rapidly. Hop nodded.

“I killed them like they were nothing. Like they probably don’t have families to go home to.” Hop listened intently as he always did.

“You did,” His voice had no judgment in it, only understanding. “But they tried to kill you first. You were defending me. You were defending El. And that’s the only thing that matters.” When you didn’t answer, he kept going.

“Let me ask you something.” You turned to him once more, only to find that he was already gazing at you.

“Do you think i’m bad because i’ve killed bad people?” You shook your head, and he smiled.

“Exactly.”

When Hopper parked the car in the Squawks driveway, you quietly hopped out and opened the door for El. She gave you a soft knowing smile, a smile that said I understand. The blood on her face mirrored yours, showing you that you were in fact not alone. As you walked into the air conditioned building, you could hear the party down in the basement. You could hear them talking about the next crawl, about Murray’s next delivery, and how quickly they could defeat Vecna. You could hear Steve as him and Dustin began to bicker over tiny things. It made you stop at the top of the stairs.

You hesitated to go down. Fear filled your body at the thought of them taking your bloody face in. They had seen it before, sure, plenty of times. Yet this time was different. This time, it wasn’t just your blood on your body. It was the blood of other humans. Other humans whose lives you had taken with your own hands. The hands that Steve had taken into his so tenderly and lovingly. You gulped. Hopper watched from behind with El as you contemplated going downstairs. He sighed. He knew it had taken a toll on you mentally and physically. He himself had felt that toll weigh down on his shoulders before, and the worst part was that he had no idea how to help shoulder the burden. Hopper brushed past you, opening the door and gesturing for you to walk down. You stared up at him, nothing but fear in your eyes as you basically pleaded for him to not make you go down. It nearly killed him. With a hand on your shoulder, you went down.

The creaking of the stairs under your weight alerted the party. They all halted their conversation, their heads swiftly turning to identify who was descending to them. When your upper half came into view, they all sighed in relief, saying your name with such care that it almost panicked you. When they saw how much blood was on your body, the questions all came flooding in.

“Sweetie!” Joyce rushed over, taking your face into her warm hands as she looked you over. Hopper and El followed behind you, going to collapse down onto the red couch in the corner. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

Your hand reached up to grab one of hers, nodding. “I’m okay.” She didn’t look convinced.

“Stay here, i’ll go get some paper towels to clean you off.” Joyce rushed back up the stairs, leaving you standing there alone. When you looked up, you were met with the gaze of the one and only Steve Harrington. He stood against one of the pillars, his arms crossed as he stared at you with worry.

You had met Steve Harrington when Dustin came pounding on the door to Hopper’s cabin, practically begging you to help find the baby demo-dog he had named Dart. You almost declined, but seeing the pure desperation in his eyes made you reconsider. Hopper would be furious that you were leaving with a 13-year-old and the King of Hawkins, but you figured he would get over it.

From then on, you found a good friend in Steve Harrington. Despite his reputation as a bad boy from high school, he was kind. Of course, he had his moments. There were times when you wanted to smack him silly like when he made a stupid comment, and when he selflessly flung himself at the demo-dogs in the junkyard. There were also moments when you found yourself infatuated with him. Like when he stared up at you with one of his eyes practically glued shut because Billy Hargrove punched him square in the face, or when he almost kissed you in his car as he dropped off Dustin and Eleven at the dance.

You had never had a boyfriend. You didn’t even know what one was until Mike had asked El to be his. Hopper would snarl whenever anyone even mentioned the word, so you always avoided it. That is, until Steve asked you when you had been wiping the blood off his face after he had been pistol-whipped by Russian soldiers. You and him had been through hell and back, so of course, you said yes. Now, as he stared at you with furrowed brows, you couldn’t help but feel torn. Would he still care for you if he discovered the lengths you had gone to protect El? Would he still love you? The thought alone made you sick, and you quickly returned upstairs to find Joyce. Steve watched you go, his heart sinking in his chest.

“Sooo,” Robin started, rocking back and forth on her heels with her hands behind her back. “Are you gonna go after her? Or just stand her?” Steve shot her a glare as she raised her hands in surrender.

“Maybe she wants some space.” Robin whistled lowly, patting his shoulder as she shook her head.

“It’s amazing how she hasn’t dumped you, Harrington.” He pushed her hand off his shoulder grumpily, before following you back up the stairs.

Steve found you on the top of the Squawk. Your face, even though you were turned away, was clean of blood courtesy of Joyce. He could see your nails as you ravaged them, gnarly cuts lining your cuticles. It pained him to see you like this. He approached you with caution, lowering himself next to you with a grunt. You kept your gaze locked on the fields ahead of you, not reacting as he took one of your hands and placed it in his lap with his.

“You doin okay?” His voice was calm and loving as he caressed your hand, careful to not touch the wounds by your nails. His head was tilted your way, staring at your side profile.

“Yeah, ‘m okay.” It was a lie. A lie that he caught easily. You weren’t all that convincing. Steve frowned.

“Hey, come on. Talk to me.” You finally looked away from the field, tilting your head his was but not meeting his eyes.

“It’s nothing, Steve.” Steve let out a small sigh at your persistence.

“You know,” He let out gently. “You’ve never been a good lair.” A weak laugh escaped you before it disappeared just as fast. Silence stretched between the two of you before you finally spoke again.

“I don’t want you to leave me.” Steve blinked. His gentle caressing on your hand stopped.

“What?”

“I’ve done things,” Your voice cracked as you spoke, tears threatening to spill as you lowered your head to your chest. “I’ve hurt people. I’m made to hurt people.”

At your words, Steve simply stared at you for a long moment before shaking his head.

“No.” You frowned, looking up at him finally. When you met his gaze, it nearly caused you to sob right there.

“No?”

“No.” His answer came without hesitation as he shook his head again. “I’m not leaving you. Ever.” You opened your mouth to retaliate, but he placed his hands on your cheeks and made you look directly at him.

“Listen to me.” His voice was steady as he brought his face closer to yours. “You were not made to hurt people. Everything you’ve done, everything we’ve done, was for a reason. And a damn good one at that.” He wasn’t trying to erase it or pretend it didn’t happen.

“That doesn’t make it okay.” You shook your head.

“No,” He said quietly. “Maybe it doesn’t.” Steve took a slow breath as his thumb moved to wipe away a stray tear.

“But it doesn’t make you a monster either. You’re better than the people in that room. So much better. Yeah, you hurt people. But you also saved so many.” Tears finally spilled over, and you choked out a sob in his arms.

“I’m scared you’re going to see me differently. That you’re going to see me as a monster.” Your shoulders trembled.

“I do see you. I see you. The girl who saved my ass countless of times. The girl who’s spent way too much time blaming herself for things no one should have gone through.” He lifted a hand and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear so intimately it nearly made you sob more. You searched his face, waiting for that realization that yeah, you were a monster.

But it never came. Instead, he gave you the classic Steve Harrington smile, just like the one he gave you when you first met.

His smile faded into something more sincere. “I love you. I love all of you. Powers or not.” His hands gripped your face a tad bit tighter.

“So stop trying to decide for me whether you’re worth staying for.” Steve leaned forward, his forehead now pressing against yours.

“Because i’ve already decided. And you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

You broke down again, burying your face into his shoulder. Steve wrapped both of his arms around you without a second thought, holding you tightly as sobs wracked through your body. He rested his chin on your head, slowly rocking back and forth.

“I’m not going anywhere,” He murmured. “You hear me?”

He placed a kiss at the top of her hairline.

“Not today.”

Another one.

“Not tomorrow.”

Another one.

“Not as long as you’ll have me.”

You pulled back from his neck, chuckling sadly as you stared at the wet stain you left on his cardigan.

“Sorry.” Steve smiled, shaking his head as he pet your hair.

“I have others.” You put your hand on his cheek before bringing him in for a kiss. When your lips met his, you finally realized that he was saying nothing but the truth. Steve Harrington would always be there for you. He would always see you.

[wolfienation]

not daemon and mysaria ready to unionise against alicent. rhaenyra your lovers are fighting

[jacaerysstark]

Dare I say..

[drvoos]

amen.

[drvoos]

ROOKSREST

⚔︎ ── From the day you were born, you had always been independent. Plenty of times had you pushed your husband away in order to do things your way. Yet, when you come back from Rooksrest, the only thing you want to do is seek comfort in his arms.

The wind whipped against your face as you soared above the clouds. Your braid, which had once been so tightly secured that it caused a headache, was now loose and unruly, with flyaways disrupting your view. Your silver locks had been dyed a brownish-red color, stained with the blood of the enemy. The blood had dried crusty and uncomfortably, with no doubt that it will be difficult to scrub off of your body.

The battle was all you could think of as you rode back from Rooksrest. What was meant to be an ambush against one of Rhaenyras dragons — if necessary — had turned into the potential demise of the King himself. Aegon had flown to the battlefield with no experience on the matter, trying to save what little respect, if any, the realm held for him. Truly, you had no experience either. Only being 10 and 9, you had never seen the realm in such a state. However, your dragon has, and you permitted him to act independently with you as an overseer. You could still smell the flesh. The immense heat of the flames crackled and popped, accompanied by the screams of those unfortunate enough to be caught in the inferno. It was a sound you wished you would never hear again, yet you knew you would. You would hear and smell it for the rest of your life, whether it be long or short. Thousands of lives were lost that day. Friend and foe alike.

Rhaenys Targaryen — The Queen Who Never Was — had fallen. Crushed under the weight of her own dragon as they tumbled down from the sky together after an attack from Vhagar. It saddened you to watch such a formidable duo as they struck the ground in a fiery explosion. She was undeniably brave, and you couldn’t deny her willingness to fight to the death for what she believed was right, even if she was fighting on the wrong side. You had left shortly after, climbing upon your dragon and ordering him to head back to camp. You were well aware of Aemond’s volatile nature whenever he became worked up, and frankly, you did not wish to witness his anger. You were lucky that he did not turn on you as he did his own brother, who lay burnt and ruined next to the half dead Sunfyre. Another beautiful creature soon to be claimed by the dark hands of War.

Your own dragon — who fortunately escaped unscathed from the tussle — screeched with restlessness as he soared over the hills. His large wings beat as fast as they could, and you could sense his eagerness to land and rest. You could not blame him. Your bones ached from being tossed and turned in your saddle. A deep cut had been inflicted on your shoulder by a soldier who had unexpectedly attacked you, only to be swallowed whole by your dragon. The healers would undoubtedly scold you for your carelessness or deliver another lecture on why the battlefield was an unsuitable environment for a woman like yourself, as they had before, and you would surely introduce them to your dragon. However, you could not predict Ormunds reaction.

“Bē konīr..” You whispered as your dragon soared even faster than before.

When you spotted the Hightower camp in the distance, your head rested on the front of the saddle. While it wasn’t home, far from it, you had grown fond of it. Nestled safely in the hills, surrounded by nothing but trees for miles, the camp was strategically chosen. It would easily conceal your dragon and Tessarion if necessary. Your dragon, with its dark green and white scales, blended seamlessly with the surrounding foliage, making it difficult to distinguish from the leaves and grass. While he was quite too big to fit in the surrounding forest, it would still be difficult for anyone who happened to fly above. Your dragons roar boomed loudly across the hills, echoing all throughout the camp. From your place in the sky, you could see the soldiers rushing about to prepare themselves for your predictably harsh landing. You reached back and further tightened the strap around your lap, gripping onto the reigns as you ordered your dragon to do one more circle around the camp to give them more time.

Your descent was far from graceful. Your dragons feet hind legs the ground first, delivering a booming impact that shook the ground. Dust swarmed your vision as his fore-claws bit into the dirt, carving deep furrows before his momentum finally died down. The final powerful beat of his wings blasted warm air across the field as he finally landed completely. Your dragon violently shook its body, tossing you back and forth on its back.

“Lykirī.” You hummed, reaching out to gently caress his scaly neck. Your dragon turned his head back to look at you, letting out a whistling sound as your eyes met his. Carefully unhooking yourself from the saddle, you slid down his side and onto the ground with a thud. Your feet hurt from the impact, yet you pushed forth towards the camp. Tessarion, who was confined in his makeshift cage, eagerly protruded his head as you passed by, cooing as you went.

The soldiers who lined the tiny dirt path bowed respectfully as you strolled past them, removing your riding gloves and holding them in your right hand. A few soldiers lingered, their eyes fixed on you as you made your way to the council tent. You were sure you were a sight to behold. Covered in blood and ash from the battle, your riding leather bore cuts and singed marks on the torso. A few soldiers even cheered as you marched by, and you couldn’t help but raise your chin higher in pride.

“Lady Hightower.” Daeron greeted you, bowing his head in respect. You could see his eyes grow wide at the sight of you covered in blood, but you raised your hand to stop him.

“It is not mine. Do not worry.” His shoulders seemed to become less tense at your words as he nodded. You caressed his cheek lovingly before allowing him to open the curtain of the tent. Upon entering the tent, you were greeted by the surprised gazes of the lords seated at the main table. You could feel their eyes rake up and down your body, their mouths closed tightly in thin lines. At the head of the table sat your husband.

Ormund Hightower sat with his legs crossed, his face unreadable as he took you in. You almost could sense a hint of humor in his state. Before you could even speak, he beat you to it.

“Leave us.” His words were unyielding, leaving no room for argument. The various Lords could do nothing but bow to you on their way out, muttering a curt my lady with it. You nodded to them in return, watching to ensure they all had left. When the final one excited and the curtain flapped closed behind them, you returned your gaze back to your Lord husband.

“You smell of dragon and death.” You snickered, unsheathing your sword before dropping it onto the table.

“I wonder why, husband.” He followed you with his eyes as you rounded the table, coming to sit upon it to his left.

“Not all your blood, I hope.” When you did not answer, he stood. His hands hovered as he looked you over, and when he finally made sight of the wound on your shoulder, he sighed.

“I will have the healer come and dress it.” Your hand shot out with force, grabbing his bicep to hold him in place.

“Stay with me, for now. I cannot stand to be alone.” Ormund simply looked in your eyes for a moment before nodding and moving to stand in front of your knees.

“Well? What news do you bring me?” His hands rested gently on your outer thigh. Not squeezing, not gripping, just resting. A sign to show you that he was with you.

“Rooksrest is ours. Gwayne and Cole are taking care of the Lord of the castle.” Ormund nodded as you spoke, his ringed thumbs caressing you gently.

“Aemond is brazen and foolish, so full of his own ambition that he is blinded by it. Rhaenys Targaryen is dead. And her dragon, Meleys, as well. Caught in the jaws of Vhagar.” You blinked rapidly as you tried to get the vision out of your mind. “Aegon is gravely injured. As is Sunfyre. He surely will not be able to fly again.” Ormund went still.

“Aegon? Why would they allow him to fly out?”

“They didn’t,” You spat, shaking your head as you looked to the side. “The idiot flew on his own accord. Tried to uphold whatever honor and bravery he had and failed in the process. His armor was forged into his skin, Ormund.” Your eyes fluttered upward to meet his, and the tears you had fought so hard to suppress finally broke free.

“I can still smell it, Ormund. I can still hear it.” His large hands reached up to gently caress your cheeks.

“Tis the price of war, sweet girl. No one enjoys such things. Yet we must preserver for the sake of the realm.” You grabbed the hands that were on your face and held them.

“I will call the healers and have them clean your wounds. Then I will have them draw you a bath. You reek of dragon.” You laughed, shaking your head at his jest. Ormund smiled before reaching down to plant a kiss on your cracked lips.

While the war raged around the both of you, none of it could reach you. Not while you were here, in your husbands arms.

[drvoos]

BOUND

✮ ── It had been months since you’ve seen Din Djarin. It had been months since you had said goodbye. Months since you felt his lips on yours. While training under Luke Skywalker you realized how much you truly missed him. pt 2 of don’t go.

The gentle winds of Ossus brushed over you, soft blades of grass tickling your arms and legs. Your new sabers, designed just for you, sat on your hip. Luke had personally seen to you receiving your new kyber crystals in the sacred caves of Ilum. Having two lightsabers was a challenge, surely, but you had grown used to them. In the distance, Grogu splashed in the creek, with an impatient Luke standing above him. You laughed. For the first time in what felt like forever, you laughed. It was peaceful here. Perhaps one of the most peaceful places you had ever been. You supposed you had Luke to thank for that, seeing as he was the one who brought you and Grogu both. You admired Luke. As the son of Anakin Skywalker, you expected nothing less but a strong young man. And a strong young man he had become, if not more. The two of you were close in age, with him being only a year your senior. He shared your sentiment on rebuilding the jedi order from scratch. A task that seemed down right impossible by yourself. But now, with Darth Vader and Sidious gone, it was right within reach. 

     It has been months since you’ve seen your Mandalorian. Months since you, for the first time, saw his face as he said goodbye to the only people he had. You could still remember his hands on your face, his beskar in your chest. You vividly remember the pain and the tears in his eyes as you caressed his face. He knew you had to leave with Luke. To help bring order to the galaxy once more after it was torn to pieces. Perhaps that’s what hurt him more. That it was absolutely necessary, and there was no stopping it. There was no coming with you.

You could still occasionally feel him on days like this. On days where you were one with the force. You could feel his heart beating even though you were planets away. Luke had warned you of this when you first told him.

“You must let him go. If you see him, it may be detrimental to your training and your progress.” But Luke was understanding. He understood how it felt to lose a loved one. He knew how it felt to have to leave them. That was why he was patient. Giving you these moments alone to think. You and the Mandalorian were bonded. He knew this. So he knew that it would take more than words to ease your mind.

Luke trained you rigorously, pushing you beyond your limits. You trained tirelessly from sunrise to sundown, sparing only brief moments for meals. Even during your downtime, you dedicated yourself to meditation. With Luke by your side, you’ve made remarkable progress. He himself was a qualified master, having trained under the legendary Obi-Wan Kenobi himself. His exceptional talent and lineage as the son of the Chosen One further enhance his abilities. Just a month ago, he bestowed upon you the esteemed title of Jedi Master, recognizing your significant growth under his guidance. When he wasn’t training you, he oversaw Grogu’s. The child wasn’t quite ready to wield a saber, so he worked on his connection to the force.

That’s what lead you to where you were. Basking in the sun of Ossus as you watched Luke tell Grogu to drop the frog from his mouth and focus. Just as you were about to return to meditating, you sensed it—a subtle shift in the Force. It was akin to the sensation you had felt when Luke had arrived on the X-Wing. A heartbeat resonated within you, not your own, and you knew with certainty that your Mandalorian had come for you. Luke would undoubtedly advise you against it, urging you to remember your training. However, the presence of the Mandalorian made it impossible for you to comply.

Abandoning your spot on the grass, you began your search. As you went deeper into the bamboo you could feel the tug of your heart, as if his own was pulling you. You were dedicating to seeing him again. Your body full of anxiety as you continued. The thoughts ran rampant in your mind. Would he be upset with you? You couldn’t blame him, seeing as you left on a whim. But a part of you knew he couldn’t be. He knew that being a Jedi meant a lot to you, just as being a Mandalorian meant a lot to him.

When you finally saw him, he was lying on a makeshift bed of bamboo. His arm rested on his chest, but you knew he was not sleeping. R2 waited at his side, body turned to the armored man. You could feel his anxiousness, even as he was lying completely still. For a moment you simply stood there. You took him in — all of him — from a distance. The feeling of seeing him again was overwhelming. You had come to terms that you may never see him again, but there he was. You had missed him so much, and there he was. Right there in front of you. Your Mandalorian. A stick snapped under your weight, and his gun was immediately pointed in your direction.

When Din arrived, he was frustrated by the absence of you or Grogu. The droids, engrossed in constructing a stone building, were oblivious to his presence and solely focused on their task. At least R2-D2 had attempted to assist, albeit unsuccessfully. All he yearned for was your presence. The past few months had been an excruciatingly lonely period for him. He had no one to accompany him on bounties, no one to disrupt the ship’s controls as he soared through the skies. No one to return home to.

     So, when he spotted you in front of his blaster, he immediately shot up from the makeshift bed, lowering his weapon.

“Din…” You whispered, a small, sad etching itself onto your face.

The two of you stood there simply staring at each other for a while, before he suddenly sped forth and nearly crushed you in a hug. His beskar dug into your skin but you paid it no mind. It felt like the part of yourself you lost those months ago was finally returned as he held you. Your hearts slowed to beat in sync, finally together.

“I missed you so much.” You whimpered, your face in his flight suit.

“I couldn’t wait. I had to see you.” You could hear the edge on his modulated voice. All of the yearning he had carried a since the moment you left. When you pulled back from the hug, your hands met the hallowed cheeks of his helmet.

“The creed...” Din nearly broke down right there. Of course you would care about his religion, just as he had cared for yours.

“It’s alright, cyar’ika. I needed you to see.” Your brows furrowed.

“I could feel you,” Din said, his modulated voice lowering. “I could feel your heart.” At that you chuckled.

“The force is a wonderful thing.”

Your moment together was broken as someone cleared their throat behind you. Turning around, you saw Ahsoka standing on a rock, her arms crossed and leaning against a tree. You felt as if you had been caught stealing an extra batuu-ban after dinner.

“You…” Din started, his hand still on the small of your back. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I’m an old friend of the family.”

“I thought you weren’t going to help train them.”

“She’s not.” You said, removing your hands from his helmet. Ahsoka nodded before continuing for you.

“Master Luke is.”

“Then what are you doing here?” Ahsoka pushed herself from the tree, slowly walking over to the two of you.

“That’s my question for you.” Ahsoka smiled, reaching down to place her hand on R2’s metal head.

“I’m here to see them.”

“That’s why R2 brought you to me instead.” R2 chirped happily, shaking side to side. Ahsoka laughed.

“What is this place?” Din gestured in the direction of the droids still working on the building in the distance.

“It’s nothing now,” You said, your hand on Dins armored bicep. “But will someday be a great school.”

“They will be its first students.” Ahsokas arms crossed as the proud smile remained on her face.

“I’d like to know how he’s doing.”

“He’s doing fine.” you reassured. Din tilted his head down to you.

“I would like to see him.” R2 trilled lowly, like there was something wrong. You bit your lip as Ahsoka let out a sigh. Din looked between you both, sensing there was something you were not telling him.

“I know you do. Let us take a walk.” You squeezed his bicep before following after Ahsoka, feeling the Mandalorian close on your heel.

“I warned you when we met,” Ahsoka spoke as she walking through the bamboo. The dried leaves crunched under your weight. “Your attachment to Grogu would be difficult to let go.”

“He was a Mandalorian foundling in my care. I just want to make sure he’s safe.”

Ahsoka raised her hands, gesturing to the land around them as she tilted back to look at Din. “There is no place in the galaxy more safe than here with Luke.”

“I don’t understand why you’re alright with Skywalkers decision to train the kid, when you wouldn’t.” Ahsoka sighed.

“Because it was his choice. Just as it was hers.” Ahsoka nodded to you. “I don’t control the wants of others.”

“Then it’s my choice to see them.”

“Of course,” Ahsokas arms crossed behind her back as she turned to look into the distance. “If that is what you wish.”

Din turned his head, spotting both Luke and Grogu at the top of the hill that you were once on.

“Alright.” Din pressed forth, only to be stopped by Ahsoka.

“Are you doing this for Grogu? Or are you doing this for yourself?” Din paused, tilting his head down as he thought. He reached and pulled something from his belt, a tiny bag now in his gloved hands.

“I just…wanted to give him this.” Ahsoka placed her hand on her hip.

“Why? So he will remember you?”

“No,” Din spat. “As a Mandalorian foundling he should have this. It’s his right.” Ahsoka crossed her arms once more.

“A foundling,” She said, edge on her voice. “Perhaps he is a padawan now.” Din stared down at the tiny bag before looking at you. You remained behind him, silent.

“Well…either way, this armor will protect him.” He looked back up, observing Grogu and Luke who sat together. Ahsoka stepped forward.

“If you are set on it, then allow me to deliver it.”

“I came all this way…” The disappointment was evident on his voice. “He’s right there.” Ahsoka walked closer, placing a supporting hand on his back.

“Grogu misses you a great deal,” Her eyes turned to look at the child. “If he sees you, it will only make things more difficult for him. It is not the same for him as it is her. She was already one with the force when you met her.” Din lingered for a moment longer before extending the bag towards Ahsoka.

“Make sure they are protected.” Ahsoka accepted the bag with both hands.

“You may protect her yourself.” Your attention was drawn to her as your brows furrowed. She smiled, placing her hands in front of her hips.

“Luke said leaving would slow my progress?” You questioned, feeling Din tense up from his position beside you.

“You have been gifted with the title of Master. There is little knowledge that Luke can give you now.” Ahsoka stood before you, her eyes locked onto yours. Din was speechless. You could leave with him. After all this time, he would finally have you.

“Grogu is not yet ready. You are.” You craned your head to look at Grogu perched atop the hill. He skillfully balanced rocks with the force, huffing in frustration when they didn’t conform to his expectations. The thought of leaving him, unable to guarantee his safety, tugged at your heartstrings. Yet, you had faith in Luke’s ability to protect the child, just as he had cared for you. Din’s hand found itself on the small of your back once more, and you found yourself smiling.

“Tell him I said thank you.” The woman in front of you bowed, observing as you and the Mandalorian returned to the ship. She chuckled softly. Ahsoka, a firm believer in the force, understood that it had woven a bond between you two.

“May the force be with you.”

It wasn’t until you and Din had returned to the ship that he finally spoke. He halted a few steps away, fixated on you as you tossed a few of your belongings into the cockpit. Upon noticing his lingering, you promptly jumped down onto the ground.

“What is it?” As you reached out to take his hand, your voice was filled with concern.

“While you were gone, I… I was miserable.” He spoke with a tinge of sadness. “It reminded me of a time where I had no one. Only, I knew I had you. I just couldn’t reach you.”

“You have me now.” You reassured, placing his gloved hand on your heart. “You will always have me.” He removed his hand from your grasp and you feared you had upset him, only to watch as he pressed the button on his helmet. It detached with a hiss, his brown curls messy as he pulled it off. There you saw his face. Completely different from the face you had seen for the first time.

There were no tears in his eyes. No furrowed and sad brows. Only the face of a man who had missed you with every fiber of his being. He was beautiful. You opened your mouth to speak, worried about his creed, only for him to stop you.

“I am an apostate. You can see me, all of me, whenever you want now.” The helmet fell to the ground with a clunk as he took your face into his hands.

“You were all I could think about. Your face was the first thing I saw when I woke up, and the last thing I saw before I fell asleep. You don’t know how many times I wanted to fly here and take you kicking and screaming.” He thought you would roll your eyes at his words. Only, you didn’t. Your hands wrapped onto his arms as you leaned up towards him.

“I would have went with you willingly.” The two of you laughed together, your foreheads meeting as you leaned into one another.

“Never leave me again.” He begged. And how could you deny him?

“Never.”

When Dins lips met your own, you could feel your hearts intertwine. They slid together like perfectly fitting puzzle pieces, and a hum of energy coursed through your bodies, as if they recognized the reunion of your souls.

And you would never be apart ever again.

[drvoos]

DONT GO

✮ ── Din never truly comprehended the notion that one day, the two of you would part ways. One day, you would utter the words goodbye, and you would never cross paths again. He never imagined that day would arrive, so he felt no compulsion to think about it. That was until Luke Skywalker arrived in his X-Wing.

You felt it before you saw it. A subtle shift in the force. A comforting feeling, like a warm hand on your shoulder. You had felt this feeling before, back when you saw Ahsoka.

“An X-Wing.” The alarms of the ship rang out as it flew by.

Cara scoffed, readying her gun and pointing it at the door where the dark troopers threatened to burst in at any moment. “One X-Wing?” she exclaimed. “Great. We’re saved.”

Bo Katan rushed to the comms, ordering the incoming craft to identify themselves. You watched on the camera as the ship entered the landing bay, radio silence on the other end. A tingle shot through your spine. From where he sat on his chair, Grogu cooed at you. He felt it too. As Bo Katan switched through the different cameras, you watched as the hooded figure moved throughout the halls. You watched as he ignited his lightsaber, taking down droid after droid with ease.

“A jedi…” You murmured. Dins helmet shot your way, his blaster still raised towards the door. The Jedi inched his way closer, slicing through droids as if they were nothing. Grogus tiny green hand reached up to press on the screen before he slowly turned to look up at you. One of us, you heard in his mind. One of us.

From where he stood, Din looked at the two of you. He watched as you both stared at the camera, focused on one of your kind as they made their way to you. His jaw clenched under his helmet. This Jedi was here for you. For Grogu. For his family. The only two people he truly had left. It was at that moment — as you and Grogu remained glued to the screen — did he truly realize that his greatest fear was here.

The banging from outside the door ceased as the dark troopers turned to face the elevator, which ascended steadily. Upon its opening, the Jedi sprang into action, deflecting the blaster fire with his saber and swiftly eliminating each trooper in turn. You could sense the force intensifying within you. The energy surged through your veins, accompanied by the crackling of your own broken saber at your hip. The man responsible for your damaged saber sat on the ground, a look of terror etched onto his face.

The Jedi stood patiently at the closed door, the last droid still zapping with electricity as it shut off. You turned to look at Din as he picked Grogu up from where he sat on the chair. When his visor met your eyes, he could see the inner turmoil that was written on your face. You had not seen another Jedi since Ahsoka back on Corvus. He could only imagine how this must feel for you. One of your kind was here. For once in a very long time, you were not alone. He felt the same when he found more fellow Mandalorians. The same Mandalorians that now stood around you, waiting. You nodded your head.

“Open the doors.” Din commanded. Bo Katan remained where she was, simply staring at him. You could not blame her. Dins modulated voice grew heavier.

“I said, open the doors.”

“Are you crazy?” Fennec pressed, not tearing away her attention from where it was locked onto the door. Din ignored her, placing Grogu down in another chair that was turned away. You slowly made your way to the door, standing in front of it. Your hand was angled slightly upwards, ready to use the force if necessary. Din gave you one last look before pressing the button.

The dented metal doors opened with a creak. The green hue of the Jedis lightsaber quickly filled the room, its humming nearly soothing you. The Jedi took slow steps inside, before deactivating his saber and clipping it onto his belt. Only, you were taken aback by who the Jedi truly was.

Luke Skywalker stood in front of you with his hands clasped at his waist, his hood now on his shoulders. Luke took a look at the people around the room, then his gaze settled onto you.

“It’s been a while since i’ve last seen you.” He said, a small smile etched onto his face.

“It’s good to see you too, Luke.” Grogu peeked from behind the chair, cooing slightly.

“Are you…a Jedi?” Din asked, hesitation lingering in his voice. Luke nodded.

“I am.” When he spotted the tiny black eyes peering up at him, Luke extended his hand.

“Come little one.” Grogu stared up at Din, then you. You nodded. Din, not understanding, tilted his helmet.

“He doesn’t want to go with you.”

“He wants your permission, Din.” Your voice was soft with a slight hint of push. Your face read that it was okay. Luke bowed his head.

“He is strong with the force. But talent without training is nothing.”

“I will give my live to protect the child. And her.” At that, Dins head snapped your way. Your brows were already furrowed, as if you knew it was coming. The second the X-Wing entered the radar you knew. You knew that you would have to leave him behind. And you were prepared for it. That’s what hurt him the most.

“But they will not be safe they master their abilities.” Din never stopped looking at you. You could feel the heartbreak coming from him, as well as betrayal somewhere deep within. Only a few moments later did he turn to grab Grogu. The tiny child he had watched over for months. The tiny child whom he had grew to love. And now it was slipping through his fingers, as were you.

He stared down at Grogu in his arms. “Okay, go on. That’s who you belong with he’s one of your kind. I’ll see you again. I promise.” Grogus tiny green hand reached up to touch the beskar, resting it on the hallow cheek.

A modulated hiss echoed through the room as Din removed his helmet. Your mouth hung open, your brows furrowed in worry. He had broken the creed, in front of other Mandalorians, no less. He had broken it for Grogu. He had broken it for you. You watched as he slid the helmet off of his head, bringing it to his side. It was the first time you had ever seen Din Djarins face. You wish you could’ve seen it at a different time. A time where there wasn’t tears on his waterline, where his face wasn’t scrunched as Grogu touched his cheek like he did the helmet.

“Alright pal. It’s time to go.” Grogu made a sound at that, his own forehead wrinkling with what looked like the same worry you held. “Don’t be afraid.”

Din slowly placed Grogu on the ground before rising up to face you. You could feel tears of your own blurring your vision. Your breath was uneven as you tried to keep them down. You failed the second he stepped closer.

“I wish you didn’t have to go.” He whispered as he stood with his armored chest pressed against yours.

His gloved thumb caught a stray tear as it rolled down your face. You gripped onto the arm that was holding you as you leaned into his touch.

“I know.” You sniffled, nodding your head against his hand. “But I need to do this. For you. I’m no good to you with a broken saber.” A small laugh came with your words, and a small smile graced his face. You were right. You had never received proper Jedi training from a master. Being self taught could only get you so far.

“You will always, be good to me.” With that, his lips pressed against your own, not caring about anyone else in the room. The kiss wasn’t rough, it wasn’t fast, it was slow and hesitant. Full of something that you would call love. After you pulled away for air, your forehead rested against his. You could feel his heartbeat through the force as it connected you. Luke remained at the door, now holding Grogu in his arms as he waited patiently for you to say goodbye.

“Thank you,” Din muttered. “For everything.” You smiled.

“May the force be with you.” When you pulled away, you gave a slight nod towards Luke, who nodded in return.

Din watched as the two people he had come to love walked down the hall. Din watched as the only two people he had left slowly slipped from his grasp. He stood there, alone, the door having long closed. Bo Katan placed a gentle hand on his armored shoulder, yet he paid it no mind.

“You understand that the Jedi can have no attachments,” Luke started as the two of you grew closer to his ship. “You may never see him again.”

“I know.”

As you left with Luke Skywalker and the child, you could still feel Din from within the ship. You could feel his heart reaching out for yours, slowly fading as you went into hyperspace. Din Djarin would always be in your heart. No code could ever erase the markings he had left. Even if you truly didn’t see him again, you would still have him. Not in body, but in mind. In the soul. You will remember his laughter, the sound of his modulated voice, and his true face.

No matter how far apart you are, you will always have Din Djarin.

part 2?

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JUST A DREAM

✮ ── As a padawan, you are trained to overcome the temptation of the darkside. No matter how tempting the cold energy may become, you are to fight it will all of your strength and remember your training. Your master had spent countless hours teaching you on how to counter it. Ways to push it down so deep that it became simply a bad dream, if not less. Only, those dreams never truly went away for you.

A crimson hue washed over Din’s face. His brown eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his from his waterline. His helmet lay discarded on its side, having been knocked away.

You stood in front of him. Two red sabers in your hands, crossed directly in front of his neck. Your eyes had changed from their usual color to a fiery yellow. This was not the you Din had come to know. This was someone completely different, someone tainted by the darkside. The sabers hummed with energy as they inched closer and closer to their target.

Din wept. “Please,” He begged, his voice raw and broken. “Please don’t do this.”

“Poor Mandalorian,” You cooed. “Look at you. What happened to that cold bounty hunter?”

“This isn’t you. Come back to me, come back to us.” You laughed, yet there was no true humor in it.

“There is no us, Mandalorian. There never has been.” You tilted your head back, nodding in the opposite direction. Behind you, Grogu laid cold on the floor, unmoving. Din wept harder, tiny no’s slipping from his mouth.

“Oh, yes. No worries, he went quickly.” Your voice was cruel. Completely different from the voice that used to coo the same child to sleep every night. “He was weak. A child has no place in this world. I simply put him out of his misery.”

Din remained silent, the tears never ending. You stared down at him, a smirk etched onto your face.

“You could join me, you know. We would be unstoppable side by side. A sith and a Mandalorian…who would have thought!” At that, he growled.

“I would never join you. You are not the woman I loved.” Your smirk fell, instead replaced by snarl.

“Then you will die knowing you couldn’t save either of us.” With one swift strike of your sabers, his head was removed from his body, rolling directly next to his helmet.

You awoke with a scream. A full body scream that tore through you, making your throat raw. Tears streamed down your face, similar to the one’s Din shed. Your bed sheets were soaked with sweat. A nightmare, you thought. It was just a nightmare.

“Wha-what’s wrong?” Din shot up from where he slept, his body tense as he instantly grabbed your face with his gloved hands. You looked at your reflection in the visor of his helmet. There was no fiery eyes staring back at you. Only a disheveled and troubled woman.

“I killed you. I killed my baby.” Your shoulders shook as you cried with heartbreaking intensity. You couldn’t even touch him in fear that you would bring him harm. Din noticed.

“Hey, hey,” He grasped your face firmly in his hands, forcing you to look at him again. “It was just a nightmare. We’re okay. You’re okay, i’ve got you.”

You collapsed into his armored chest, gripping onto his shoulders like he would disappear if you didn’t. Your tears soaked his flight suit underneath. But Din didn’t care. He caressed the back of your head as he slowly began to rock you.

It was only a few minutes later did you finally begin to calm down. Your body occasionally shook with sobs, and everytime Din would silently affirm that you were okay, and that he had you. Your cheek was pressed against the cold beskar as you blankly stared at the wall of your shared pod.

“I’m sorry.” Din stopped his rocking, tilting his head down to look at you. “You deserve someone who isn’t tormented by their past.” Din grabbed your shoulders once more, pulling you up to be face to face. He himself almost nearly broke down as he looked into your eyes. You looked so lost.

“You are not your past. You are the strongest most brave person I know. You are a powerful Jedi.” His words of affirmations brought you comfort. His gloved hands found your face once more as he pressed his helmet against your forehead. A keldabe kiss. A Mandalorian kiss, as he had taught you.

“I will always be here. No matter what.” Your eyes closed as you leaned into his helmet, feeling the cold metal on your skin.

While the nightmares may be haunting, with your Mandalorian at your side, nothing could get you.

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SHAKARI

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✮ ── When you first met the Mandalorian, you never imagined that a few years later, you would be fighting for your life in a pit in Shakari.

The crowd erupted in a thunderous roar of anticipation as you made your way into the ring, your hand instinctively reaching up to shield your eyes from the blinding spotlight that enveloped you in a warm embrace. When your eyes adjusted, you were greeted by the sight of thousands of viewers, all nearly out of their seats, screaming for you. After all, they had never seen a Jedi in the fighting pit. Looking down at your belt, you felt relief in seeing your two sabers clipped still in their original place at your hip.

“And now!” Looking upwards, you spotted Janu, and more importantly, Grogu. The green baby cooed solemnly from his cage, reaching out to you with his tiny hand. It’s alright, you communicated through the force. I’ll be okay. “A Jedi from Corusant!”

You snarled. The crowd erupted with thunderous applause, chanting the moniker over and over again. Your hand instinctively reached for your sabers.

“Win this fight, Jedi, and you shall have your freedom.”

The red laser doors to your right and left both flickered off. From the depths, two purge troopers emerged on both sides.

“Are you serious?” You muttered in annoyance, sighing as you pulled your sabers from your belt. They hummed to life as you activated them, their purple hue covering your body.

The purge troopers circled you like prey, their swords zapping with electricity. You had dealt with their kind before. Back when Darth Vader first rose to power and dispatched the troopers, along with the Inquisitors, to scour the galaxy for any remaining Jedi. It was surprising that there were any still around. Hiding in places like these, most likely.

You sensed the first attack before it came. Swiveling around you raised your sabers, blocking the first hit. You used the force to push the trooper into the wall, his neck letting out a loud and sickening crack. Thats one, you thought. Another hit came from your side, causing you to jump backwards shakily. From up above, Grogu cried out with worry, and you could only send a nod his way.

From behind, one of the other troopers brought his sword downward with brutal force. You crossed your sabers, catching the strike with sparks exploding between. Pushing with all your might, you managed to disorient the trooper, ultimately leading to your blade in his armored chest. That’s two.

The two remaining purge troopers attacked together. Their swords slashed from opposite directions, forcing you backwards. Unfortunately, there was no advantage for you in here. No cover to get behind, no high ground to get on top of. Seeing you were cornered, the crowd began to get loud again. Taking in a deep breath, you moved. Using all of your might to push yourself up and over them, landing a few feet behind. One trooper whirled around. Too slow. Your left saber released from your hand, spinning so fast that the trooper could do nothing but die. Your saber sliced cleanly through the troopers neck, returning to your hand with a zip. His helmet clattered to the floor, spinning on the edge before coming to a complete halt. Three.

Only one trooper remained, his electric sword crackling as he charged. This one was faster than the others, cleaner. His swords darted faster than you could keep up with, forcing you to change your entire fighting style. For nearly 5 minutes neither of you had gained the advantage. Saber clashed against sword, white sparks flying out onto the ground. That was until the trooper made one fatal mistake.

The trooper attempted a powerful overhead strike, overextending and allowing you to seize the opportunity. You used your sabers to trap his swords, forcing your arms outwards. The swords shattered due to the force, the metal parts falling to the ground. You lifted your foot and kicked on his chest, forcing him to stagger backwards and onto his knees. You stalked towards him before crossing your sabers, his neck in between them.

“Kill him!” The crowd chanted with adrenaline, some banging their fists on the railing. From his chair, Janu smirked.

In a fluid motion, the troopers head was removed from his body. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you took a few steps back. From the audience, you could hear the adoration in their voices. The happiness as they shouted your name. Each purge trooper lay dead around you, bodies cold. Your sabers extinguished as you put them back on your belt.

“Congratulations, Jedi!” Janu started, pressing onto the armrests of his chair as he rose to his feet. “You have won your freedom.” As soon as he was done, the familiar gas that knocked you out earlier filled your nostrils once again.

You woke up with a pressure on your chest and a small tapping on your forehead. Blinking rapidly, you spotted your green baby, arm halfway out as if he had just been caught Smiling sleepily, you lifted your hand to rub his green head.

“Hey bud…What’d I miss?”

“You missed one hell of a fight.” Your head jerked over to the voice on your right, spotting your Mandalorian resting on the wall with his arms crossed. Your sabers were hooked onto his belt, most likely so you wouldn’t accidentally activate the blade by sleeping on them.

“I had one, that’s for sure.” You groaned as you sat up, placing your hands behind you to hold your weight. Din pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to you, his gloved hand reaching up to gently caress the back of your head. You rested your temple against his chest plate, leaning on him for support.

“You sure did. Did they get you anywhere?” You shook your head against his beskar, feeling the cool metal on your warm skin.

“What about you? Are you okay?” His helmet tilted downwards to find you staring up at him, wordy etched onto your face. He dragged his hand to your face, caressing the cheek that wasn’t against his body.

“Yeah, i’m okay. Glad I got you back.” You pressed your lips to the palm of his hand, giving it a tiny kiss before placing it back on your cheek.

“But seriously. I’m done with Shakari.” Din chuckled, his voice modulator making it deep.

“Whatever you want, mesh’la.”

guess who watched the mando and grogu movie!!! it was so good. also ignore any errors this was not proof read

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JEDI, AND A MANDALORIAN,

     But I think we might, go really nice together!

✮ ── You always knew there was something about Din Djarin that called to you. 

From the very first time you bumped into him, despite him being on the hunt for you due to a bounty over your head, you felt a pull from the very start. Whether it was his demeanor or the way he took care of Grogu as if he were his own, you couldn’t deny the force urging you to go to him. It was peculiar, considering the strict no-attachment rule that had been instilled in you since your days as a padawan learner. You could only imagine the look on Anakin’s face if he were still alive.

The bar that you and the gang resided in was loud and hot. Bustling with drunken patrons and twi'lek dancers alike. The condensation from your iced drink slowly drilled down your hand and onto your lap, soaking your clothes. But you didn't mind. Relaxation was a rare occurrence these days, so savoring every moment was the only option. Cara, sitting on your left, was nursing a drink of her own as her boisterous laugh echoed through the crowd. Despite your initial, less-than-ideal interaction with her, you found yourself surprisingly liking the ex-shock trooper. You can still recall the expression on her face as it was illuminated by your saber. Now, you and she can only laugh about it as you leaned into each other in the booth. Leaning against the wall, Din crossed his arms and tilted his head occasionally to gaze down at Grogu, who babbled happily in his carrier. Boba was seated next to the other Mandalorian at the bar, openly flirting with the bartender, who appeared completely uninterested. On occasion, your eyes would meet the visor of Dins’ helmet, and you couldn’t help but smile. Every time, Cara would playfully bump your shoulder.

"I don't see why the two of you just won't get it over with." She raised the glass to her lips, shaking her head. Tearing your gaze away from Din, you turned to her, your brows furrowed in confusion.

"What?"

"Yknow! I mean hell, the two of you practically share a bed. Why not?" Finally comprehending her words, you playfully swatted her on the shoulder, eliciting another laugh in response.

"You're disgusting." Cara threw her hands up in surrender, some of her drink spilling out around the edges.

"Im realistic. The two of you obviously have a thing for one another. You've been eyeing each other the entire night, dank farrik."

"It is against the Jedi code. We can't have any attachments. It would only end badly." The woman next to you sighed loudly.

"You Jedi and your codes. Who cares! Not like there's anyone to punish you." Realizing the implications of her words, Cara placed her hand on your shoulder.

"What I meant to say was, the two of you are good together. You're practically bonded. You have seen his face. You deserve something nice."

Staring down at your drink, you weighed her words. Despite your desire to argue and adhere to the code, there was no longer a valid reason to do so. Anakin would have advised you to follow your heart, just as he had with Padme. You could almost sense his presence beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder, just as Cara’s had.

"I wouldn't even know how to start." You finally raised your glass and savored the sharp liquid as it slid down your throat. Cara couldn’t help but chuckle.

"I don't even think you have to. I think you've already done that." Turning your head, you were once again greeted by the sight of Din’s visor. Grogu was now nestled in his arms, cooing softly as he realized your attention had shifted to them.

"Go," Cara whispered. "Your family needs you." With a warm smile, you rose from your seat and made your way over to the two people you had spent the past few years with.

"There you are!" Grogu, with a wide smile, reached up and grasped the front of your robe tightly.

"Having fun?" Din asked, his voice modulator low as he spoke. You took your place next to him on the wall, feeling the coldness of his beskar against your uncovered arm.

"This is nice. We should do this more often." The Mandalorian chuckled beside you. You tilted your head upward to look at him, as he turned his gaze downward.

"You're tired." Din was exceptionally adept at reading your thoughts. His ability was remarkable, as if you were merely an extension of himself. You nodded in agreement.

"Just a tad. I think he is too." In your arms, Grogu, with his movements slow, played with one of the chains that had come from your utility belt.

"Let's get you two to bed." Saying goodbye to both Cara and Boba - who was still attempting to flirt - the three of you made your way out of the crowded bar. Dins gloved hand rested at the small of your back, guiding you through the bodies of sweaty dancers. You attempted to suppress the emotions it evoked within you. From where she sat, still at the booth, Cara shook her head, the smile still present.

The razor crest, parked safely in the shadows of town, was only a few minutes’ walk from the bar. Although it wasn’t the nicest ship, as you had repeatedly told Din, the rust bucket had become home—one of the few places you had actually given such a name. The ramp descended, welcoming you with its familiar hiss. Dins hand remained on your lower back until you placed Grogu in his small bed, which was next to yours. The green baby was out the second his head hit his pillow, soft breaths of air puffing out as he went deeper and deeper into sleep. For a few moments you stood there, smoothing the tiny hairs on his head. Din lingered close behind, observing you as you tended to the child. Shortly thereafter, he ascended the ladder to the cockpit, and you followed him once you were finished. Once you were up there, you plopped down onto the co-pilot’s chair with a huff. Din sat silently in the pilot’s chair, typing in the coordinates to the next planet. Soon, the familiar blue flashes of hyperspace filled the cockpit. For a moment, the two of you were silent. Engulfed in the soft hums of the ship. You thought back at what Cara had said in the bar, and realized what perhaps the shock trooper was right. You didn’t even have to do anything.

"When I was a Padawan,” You started, unclipping your saber from your hip to bring it in front of you. “We were lectured on the dangers of attachments."

The beskar helmet tilted to you as you spoke, his arms laying on the rests of his chair. You cradled your saber in your hands, feeling the energy that pulsed through it.

"We were told that the stronger the attachment, the greater risk of the dark side." A beam of light erupted in the cockpit as you ignited your weapon, the soft buzz filling your ears. The energy nearly made your arms shake.

"Yet, when I'm with you, I feel as if the force is stronger than ever. I feel stronger than ever." Your eyes met his visor, your saber making a hissing sound as it deactivated. "I believe the force brought us together for a reason."

Din remained silent for a moment, taking in your words. You carefully tossed your saber to him, and watched as he caught it with ease. The mandalorian gently observed your weapon, twisting it in his hands.

“My point is,” You began again, now resting your head back on the chair. “I’m glad you found me. I’m glad we’re here.” Silence filled the cockpit once more. You expected him to stay silent, to just take your words and call it a night. That was until he finally broke the silence.

“I never had a family.” He spoke, his voice just barely a whisper. His gaze was still locked on your saber. “Not for long, anyways. For most of my life i’ve been alone. Until I met you.” Finally, he looked up with a soft sigh.

“You are my family.” Tears burned your waterline, threatening to spill over. “I don’t know how the force works, or whatever it means to be bonded, but I know that I need you.” Your brows furrowed, realization setting in quickly.

“You heard my conversation with Cara?” He chuckled, tossing your saber back to you.

“She’s not exactly quiet.” At that you laughed, clipping your saber back on your belt. Just as you were about to speak again, you were interrupted by the familiar soft hiss and click of his helmet. Turning around, you were greeted by the sight of Din, his brown curls disheveled from removing the helmet.

“Cara’s right about it all, mesh’la.” Hits words hit you hard. While you didn’t quite grasp the meaning of the mandalorian word, you recognized its significance. You stood carefully, moving to stand in front of him. His brown eyes stared up at you, and it finally hit you that yeah, she was right. His gloved hand reached out to grab your bare one, gripping it tightly and bringing it to his chest plate.

“We are bonded. And your family does need you.” Removing your hand from his grasp, you set it gently on his sharp jaw. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, and he leaned into your embrace.

Without thinking, you leaned in, your forehead meeting his, your eyes closing as well. It was only when you felt warm lips touch yours that you truly understood.

Din Djarin mattered way more than the jedi code.

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They could never make me hate you, complex female character whose reaction to trauma was not pretty and digestible like how people think it should be.

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