pairing: din djarin x reader; din djarin x military!reader; din djarin x general!reader
warnings: remembering of aq vetina, mentions of war
a/n: iām back yaāll. school really messed me up ANYWAYS we back with another dinny fic. the festival idea came from my own culture in Mexico with a celebration calledĀ Danza de los Viejitos!Ā
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Spring on your planet was the time of a cycle where your planet gets the most visitors. You would knowā¦ you had to authorize every single ship that came into the atmosphere. You sat in the control center every day for the past 9 rotations authorizing ship after ship ā making sure none of them came to cause trouble. Your planet could not take a hit like that anymore.
But it was finally the day.
Pink and purple skies, green leaves, and warm winds created the perfect day to hold the celebration of your cultureās history ā the day your people escaped imprisonment and a life or servitude.
In 19 BBY, your planet was invaded by Gamorian raiders and the elders fought them off. Civilians and military, all passed 40 years old, stayed behind while they forced everyone younger on escape ships. They wanted to āprotect the able ones from extinction.ā Your father stayed behind, a 38-year-old general in the emperorās army, stayed behind as your mother your two brothers, ages 12 and 16, and a 5-year-old you were loaded onto the ship, leaving your father behind to fight for his people.
When the fight was over, he became this planetās emperor after Emperor Molur became ill and unable to rule.
That same year, a few civilians claiming to be from an attacked settlement named Aq Vetina entered the atmosphere. Your father couldnāt turn them away as he saw āfear and a cry for helpā look in their eyes. He knew that look. He lived it. It hurt him when he saw a group of dirty, shaking individuals in need of help with nothing but the clothing on their backs. Their red robes and frightened demeanor became engrained in your mind and as you saw safer days, so did they.
Your father painted visual minds of how the elders, 60-year-olds, fought off the raiders with the skill set they once knew in their youth. The determination they had to fight for their planet was motivating and drove you to also protect your planet they way they did for you. That was when you decided to serve. You trained day and night all throughout your youth and into adulthood. When your father, or your emperor you should say, deemed you well, you entered the military along with your siblings.
Your eldest brother left the planet when he met his partner. He wanted to see what the galaxy and so he went. Your other brother left the military to pursue education. He loved children and took advantage of his patience and knowledge. You remained.
You worked and worked as you climbed the ranks. You wanted to earn your position and so you did. Your peers were elated for you and served well under you. You knew every soldier in the force by name and up to their grandparents. You loved your planet and everyone in it even if they werenāt born there.
Your father deemed this day in remembrance of those who gave the planetās inhibitants the right to remain happy on this planet and celebrate their lives. He decided that spring would be the best season as the brightest colors came to light.
A tradition this festival had was a performance by civilians wearing an elder-resembling mask and clothing too big and dated to be their own. These masks were decorated in white rope hair, wrinkles, and big smiles. These civilians would wear these to bring their elders alive for one night. They would dance through the street as watchers threw flowers and cheered them on. It never failed to put a smile on your face.
This was a tradition ever since and now, in 19 ABY, it was bigger than ever. Every species you can possibly think of has been present at some point, but you have never seen a Mandalorian enter your planet.
That is until today.
āIdentify yourself, Razor Crest,ā you hear the private ask.
What in the Maker is a Razor Crest doing here?
āThis is Razor Crest requesting to land.ā
You roll your eyes. Yeah, no shit, you thought.
You gesture the private to hold. You walk over and hold down the button on the comm.
āWhat is your business here, Razor Crest.ā
āThe festival. Should there be another reason?ā a gruff voice answers.
You tilt your head. Why do I have a bad feeling?
āStage 91 is clear to land. Over.ā
āStage 91. Heard.ā
You allow the private to move on to the next ship in line. You take a deep breath in and decide its best to quiet this questioning voice in your head. Youāll just see for yourself, you said to yourself.
āAre the Sergeants on the field?ā You ask the private.
āYes, General. All 12 Sergeants and 38 Captains are out in the field making their rounds.ā
You nod. āVery well.ā You look over your shoulder and look at the other privates on the datapads. āPrivate Lukis,ā you call out.
The poor young man, no more than 21, quickly stands, dropping items from the desk, and salutes. āYes, General. Private Lukis at your attention.ā
You stifle a laugh, and you shake your head in disbelief. āPrivate. I understand youāre new, but Iāve told you numerous times that you simply answer with yes, General. None of that is needed okay, son?ā
Still saluting, he replies with, āYes, General.ā
āPut your hand down, son, and call a land speeder for me.ā
He quickly nods his head, gives a yes general and proceeds to call in for a speeder.
As you go to walk towards the door, you look over to him and call for him again. He looks at you, saying yet another yes general and smiles. āYouāre doing great, Private. Iām appreciative of your aid in the force.ā
āThank you, General.ā He exclaims, his face turning red. āI am happy to be here.ā
With that you left to go see this Razor Crest.
You waited as you saw the ramp go down with a hiss. You stand at attention with a Sergeant to your right and a Captain to your left.
Your eyes widen at the glimpse of beskar and take a deep breath. You slowly exhale as the broad warrior makes his way down.
āIs this how you greet all of your guests?ā he dryly says.
āFor the guests we find unsual, yes. Whatās your business here, Mandalorian?ā you sternly ask.
āHeard there was a festival.ā
You simply nod.
āAm I allowed to be here?ā
You remain looking at the warrior as you command the other officials to move on.
āI take it you brought more guests on that ancient craft of yours?ā
āJust me.ā
You take a couple of steps towards him. He doesnāt flinch.
āIāve never seen a Mandalorian on this planet before. You leave your clan somewhere else?ā
āYes.ā
āHow unfortunate. They would have loved the festival. Do you enjoy dancing, warrior?ā
āNo.ā
You let out a single chuckle. āBy the end of the night, you will. Enjoy the festival, Mandalorian. I suggest you have plenty of credits on handā¦ with the treats they sell, youāll want to buy some for the trip.ā
āThank you, General.ā
You bid farewell and walk towards your landspeeder. You look back at the warrior and notice heās still looking at you. āHow did you know I was a general?ā
āYour confidence. It would be a waste for you not to be.ā
You smirk at this. āAnd the stars on your lapel give it away,ā he continues.
You look at your embroidered stars and smile. āGood eye, Mandalorian.ā He nods in appreciation as you hop on the land speeder.
āIāll see you around, warrior.ā
āIām sure,ā he says.
You ask the droid to be taken to the palace. You have to get ready too.
Bright colors flow as you walk the streets of the festival. Paper decorations and string lights go from streetlight to streetlight and the sound of laughing children sing songs to your ears. You walk with your father as you both greet anyone who comes in your way. Your father, dressed in an intricate silk number with florals and bright colors, is the embodiment of happiness. His smile is even brighter than the jewelry he wears. You, having gone with a black number with an embroidered masterpiece of bright colored patterns, take in the sight of it all.
As you continue on, you spot a glimmer of silver in the corner of your eye. You turn your head and spot the Mandalorian from earlier, leaning against a tree. You offer a small wave and he returns a nod.
āI want eyes on my father at all times while Iām gone, do you understand?ā you speak into the commlink.
āYes, General. Delta and Sierra on him,ā your captain replies.
You excuse yourself from your fatherās side and receive a kiss your hand as he smiles at you. You can be the most frightening general in the galaxy, but you are never too tough for a kiss from your father.
You walk towards the Mandalorian and spot the wooden trinket in his hands. āI see you found Mister Ferinās stand. His work is stunning, isnāt it?ā
āYes,ā he replies. He sounds much different than earlier today. Is he upset?
āI must admit I have many of his trinkets. He made me a carousel when I was young and I still cherish it everyday.ā
āHeās very talented.ā
You look at the Mandalorian and are met with your reflection in his visor. āWould you like to walk with me, warrior?ā
He pushes himself off the trunk of the tree. āVery well. Lead the way.ā
And so you do.
You showed him your favorite drink stand and even convinced him to try one. He refused to take off his helmet, so you improvised. You connected two straws so it would slide under his helmet.
It worked.
You showed him the dance of the elders. He paid attention to every detail of it. He asked about the history, the significance of the colors, and even the music. You felt comfortable. You were more than happy to talk about and when he asked for specifics, your heart fluttered.
How was this beskar-clad stranger so much more interested in the history than anyone you have ever met? Everyone else came for the parties, but he wanted to learn.
He came to learn.
You walked some more as he drank from his two-straw drink. He asked to stop by again and you happily agreed. You got to know him too. You had learned that he had a son ā a foundling, he said. You knew he was taken in by Mandalorians and you knew about the events of the last couple of rotations. His stride was confident and was openly speaking to you as if you were best friends the whole time, but then he stopped abruptly. You looked over at him.
āMando? You okay?ā
His visor stayed fixed at the view in front of you.
Thatās when you saw it.
He became vulnerable.
His stance turned frail, and his chest began to heave. You looked over and spot an elderly couple sitting on a bench in their red robes, taking in the scene of the festival.
You asked again. āMandalorian, what did you see?ā
āWhere did they get those robes?ā He gruffed out. There was no emotion behind the question. It felt as if he wasnāt there anymore.
āIā¦ Theyāve always had them. Thatās what they came here with.ā
āCame from where?ā He turned to you.
āTheir settlement. It was a long time ago. Remember when I said our planet got attacked? So did theirs, exceptā¦ not many survived from their settlement.ā
He stomped over to the couple and you hurried after him. He stopped in front of the couple.
āWhere did you get those robes. Where are you from?ā
The woman gasped at the Mandalorian, but the man remained still. He eyed the warrior before him.
āWhatās it to you, bucket?ā
You quickly answer. āIām so sorry to alarm you, Mister and Missus Pescur.ā
āWhat settlement did you come from?ā The Mandalorian asked, more softly now. āI- I know these robes.ā
āI doubt it,ā the elderly man says. āWe were not Mandalorians. Just peaceful civilians who were attacked.ā
āYou are from Aq Vetina.ā
āSo what?ā
āIā¦ I was born on Aq Vetina. My mother and father were killed in the attack and I was taken in by the Mandalorians. I- I didnātā¦ I didnāt know there were any survivors.ā
āYeah? Well, you know now, bucket. We have lived peacefully on this planet so do not go around running that rusted helmet about it. The Emperor and the General have kept us safe. You mess that up, Iāll hunt you down myself.ā
āMister Pescur, I assure you this warrior means no harm. He is my guest.ā
His wife stands and looks at the Mandalorian. āYou are from Aq Vetina?ā
He sighs. āYes.ā
Her frail hand slowly reaches for him. He eases his bodyās tension and allows Mrs. Pescur to pat the back of his gloved hand. āYouāve seen many things in your life, havenāt you son?ā
āYes,ā he chokes out.
āYou neednāt be so rude!ā She says slapping her husbandās knee. āThis poor young man was blind sighted! Apologize!ā
Mando chuckles, shaking his helmet side to side. āI should be apologizing.ā
Mr. Pescur stands in front of Mando as he sizes him up. āProve it.ā
āProve what?ā
āProve to me you are one of us,ā he says. āIāll apologize when I see that you lost something just like we did.ā
You shift your gaze over to this beskar-clad warrior. You hear a sigh modulate through as he whispers his agreeance. You watch him as he lifts the lapel of a pouch on his belt and pulls a beaded bracelet. Obsidian pearls polished to perfection all tied together with a braided red string. He reluctantly hands it to Mr. Pescur with shaky hands.
āMy family name is Djarin,ā he states. āMy father was a mechanic, fixed anything with a gearā¦ and my mother was a sea-ā
āA seamstress,ā Mr. Pescur finishes. āDin? Little Din that always ruined his red robes when it rained?ā
His wife gasped. āThe little boy who would always ask to be hidden from that womp weasel in the market?ā
What a small galaxy, you thought.
Within a blink of an eye, the old couple had their arms wrapped around Mando. āMy boy,ā Mr. Pescur tearfully says, ālook how youāve grown.ā
Mando, or Din as you learned, did not reciprocate the hugging interaction. He was paralyzed. āI donāt remember a Pescur family,ā he mentions.
āWe changed our name here!ā Mrs. Pescur exclaims. āMy name is Lurina. Do you remember? Youād hide at my motherās post at the market and would always ask for a berry treat when you left. I must have been in my 20s at the time.ā
āYes!ā Din remembered. āYou would always carry a blue satchel with the extras for the post.ā Mrs. Pescur laughed as she confirmed his memory. Din turned to Mr. Pescur and pointed. āYou would help my father when he would fix the generators. Youād always stop by her post.ā
As the couple went on and on about the memories they remember from their settlement, Din looked over to you.
āI had no idea that there were any survivorsā¦ let alone ever find them. Thank you.ā
You shot him a confused, yet genuine smile. āWhy are you thanking me?ā
āFor allowing me to walk these streets.ā
You placed a hand on his arm ā a wordless youāre welcome. You remained with the couple for a few more minutes before they decided to go back home. You watched as they bid their farewells and Mrs. Pescur sliding the ornate bracelet on Dinās wrist. Din stopped them with a low wait.
He slowly removed his helmet and looked back up and the couple. Mrs. Pescur smiled and ran to him. She wrapped her arms around him as he did her, giving her a short squeeze. As they let go, Mrs. Pescur pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek as she spoke, your parents would be so proud.
Mr. Pescur took his time walking to Din. He reached a hand up and laid it on Dinās other cheek, gently patting it. Din took matters into his own hands and hugged the elder man, giving him a squeeze too. Mr. Pescur laughed and joked Squeeze me with that build of yours and Iāll pop, boy.
The lights over your head became brighter the more you stood there. You patiently waited for Din to slide his helmet back on, but he took a hold of your hand instead. A bold move, you thought. He looked to you and smiled.
Who knew you liked dimples and brown eyes? He wore them well.
āGeneral,ā he promptly said. āThe night is still young. Iād like to see more of this festival.ā
āYou a dancer? Because thatās what you are going to get dragged into at this time,ā you joke.
āAs long as it is with you,ā he confesses, āI am willing to make a fool of myself.ā
āYou donāt even know me, Mandalorian.ā
āYou can call me Din.ā You nod.
āAlright Din, still doesnāt; change the fact that you donāt know me.ā
āYouāre rightā¦ but Iād like to.ā
You canāt help but to blush at that. You nod and look around as you hear the music in the background. āSquirt some oil in that armor of yours, Din.ā You interlock your fingers with his. You shot a grin in his direction as you bobbed your head towards the music. āWeāre going to a festival.ā
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Warnings: This chapter is rather light when it comes to warnings, but there are still a few!! Light fondling/groping, very brief allusion to a breeding kink? and some sexual innuendo
Pairing: King!Din x Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 3k
A/N: WOW! Itās been a hot minute, and Iām so sorry yāall!! Lifeās been really rough, and Iād taken a bit of a break from writing, because I know that I wasnāt in the right frame of mind to work on these stories, and trying to force myself to write when I didnāt want to would be doing myself, the characters, and you all as readers a huge disservice. That being said, Iām doing better now, and Iām back to working on my WIPS!!! Ofc I had to work on our fav, King Din first!!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it is longĀ overdue!!
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OKAY. School has me fucked messed up with 72 ASSIGNMENTS IN 3 WEEKS AND I AM BARELY FUNCTIONING.
But I only have 3 more of those assignments to do and I am back to normality which means I can get back into writing. I had a beautiful soul message me and ask if I was okay and when I tell you I cried.. I CRIED. Thank you for checking on me š„°
anyways... WE OUT HERE READY TO GOOOOO. I havenāt even had time to check if anyone sent in requests or taglist notices so if you sent something in and i have not replied to you ... pls I do apologize...
IN OTHER NEWS... my love for the sassy bearded jedi master has been rekindled and i want to start posting his fics on my sideblog so if obi-wan is your cup of tea... stay tuned.
Summary- You decide to surprise Marcus with breakfast and coffee, of course nothing goes to plan. (Featuring a healthy dose of cat shenanigans too.)
Warnings- Food mention, allusions to sex but no actual smut or anything more explicit than some kissing, I try to keep things as vague as possible in terms of reader body type descriptions etc. but there is a moment where she wears Marcusā shirt.Ā
Word count- 1,609
A/N-Ā Thank you to @chibi-liz05 for beta reading!
This is part 14 of my neighbor au find the other parts here!
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Itās late when you get back to the apartment block. The date had been somewhat spontaneous, Marcus had a rough few days at work so youād taken it upon yourself to do something to take his mind off things. It seemed to be working if the carefree smile on his face was any indication. Youāre standing in the hallway between your apartment and his; hand in hand and still laughing about how terrible the movie had been.
āI should go.ā You say, disappointment evident in your voice, āIf we stay out here chatting much longer Mrs. Jones will definitely have some complaints in the morning.ā You nod your head towards her apartment a few doors down the hall.
āAh, well we donāt want that.ā He chuckles, leaning in to give you a kiss. The goodbye kisses are something youāve come to expect, but it never fails to make your heart flutter in your chest, āGoodnight.ā
a/n: This is the official end of Take Me To Church, with one more epilogue chapter planned. I want to thank every single person who ever read this - it was the first thing I ever wrote and it holds a very special place in my heart, right alongside these two love sick fools.Ā
I want to give a special thank you to @filthybookworm, who has supported me endlessly during this entire process - she knows and loves this story and these characters just as much as I do and I literally couldnāt have done it without her or her incredible playlists.Ā
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE CREST
The light of the fire flickers over the kidās scrunched features, his head bent over the book splayed open on his knees and his voice is clear and steady as he reads aloud. Din sits next to him, his arms open wide in his lean against the fallen tree trunk and he listens, his attention on the kid, his eyes on the bounty.
Hard to track in the first place, the man has been nothing but trouble since they caught him - weeks to find him, a fight to take him down, a struggle to get him up on the horse - heās been full of snide remarks all day, trying everything in his power to get under Dinās skin. Clearly angry that he got captured, his barbed insults and scoffs of disbelief rolled right off Dinās back in its straight seat in the saddle; the steady sight of it infuriating the man even more.
Heās restless in his ropes by the fire, shifting in his seat as the kid slowly pronounces the words from his primer into the night and he ignores the tilt of Dinās head at his actions, the look of warning clear on his face. The man huffs when the kidās reading stumbles, shaking his head at the sight before him and Din narrows his eyes and wishes that the wanted poster had listed āDead or Aliveā.
āWhat a fucking jokeā, the man mutters, his hands tied behind his back as he leans forward, seeking warmth from the bright flames. The man keeps his eyes on the kid, watching his small face look up with a pause before looking over at Din and he smirks at the hesitation, at the look of uncertainty on his features.
āA bounty hunter with a fucking kidā, he laughs darkly. Dinās hand drifts to his hip to hover over his pistol and the manās eyes flick over to watch the movement while he continues. āIāve never seen that before. Better bounty hunter than a teacher, I think ā you better keep practicing, kid.ā
āShut up or Iāll gag you.ā Dinās command is cold, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the crackling of the fire and after a long look at the bounty, he nods to the kid to continue. His hand still rests on his gun, the dollar amount of the wanted poster currently folded in the breast pocket of his jacket eventually deterring him from drawing it. Itās too much to risk he decides; he needs this reward. Ā
