#back logged fic

[starlightrows]

Choosing You

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Fluff, bedsharing, a little bit of self doubt, soft!din

Summary: You’re the child’s caretaker and have begun to develop feelings for your traveling companion, you suspect the feeling is mutual

AN: Originally posted on AO3 in November 2020.

Sitting up in your bunk, the metal of the wall no longer feeling cold against your skin from touching it for so long. Your eyes just beginning to feel tired and droopy while reading your book. You weren’t exactly waiting up for him... but you weren’t not waiting for him.

The last few months, your relationship with your Mandalorian traveling companion had shifted. He originally hired you to help care for his foundling son, but that was over a year ago. Living and working in such close proximity to someone, you get to talking. You felt close to him, trusted him, even loved him... though you hadn’t actually said those words out loud yet. Deep down you knew he felt the same, or at least close to the same. He looked out for you, tried his best to show his appreciation, and at times could be incredibly vulnerable with you.

Not too long ago, something had changed. He had been recruited to do a job for a pretty good price. But it involved using the ship, so together the two of you chose a relatively safe planet with a stable village for you and the child to stay while he finished the job. This wasn’t abnormal, but the village you normally stayed in while he worked was too far out of the way, so this was a new village you had never been to. But he swore up and down this was a safe place, you trusted his judgement and accepted the plan.

The village was lovely, the people were kind and welcoming, and the innkeeper you were staying with was just the sweetest woman you’d ever met. With all her children grown and moved away, she was thrilled to spend time with you and your little green foundling. You enjoyed the four days spent walking around the village, playing with the baby in the tall grasses, sleeping in, wearing your one nicer dress that was impractical for your everyday life, and helping your lovely host cook meals at night.

On the fourth night, the dinner plates had been cleared, bid goodnight to your host, and taken the baby upstairs to the room you were renting. It was a warm night, so you stood near the open window cradling the child against your chest, humming quietly and swaying gently. You knew this little vacation of sorts would be over soon, you relished in the little things. The fresh air, the sound of the bugs outside, the feeling of wood floors beneath your feet and the frilly edge of your day dress tickling your ankles.

Unexpectedly the door creaked opened behind you. You whipped around, clutching the baby closer and taking a step back instinctively. He stood in the doorway, beskar gleaming in the moonlight. Your body relaxed, thankful he had returned. He approached slowly, careful not to make too much noise.

Then he did something you were not expecting. He came to stand directly in front of you, to the point where it was not wearing his helmet you were sure you’d be able to feel his breath across your cheeks. He reached out, placing his hands on your hips snaking around to your low back, pulling you in ever closer. Without a word his head dropped down, and touched your forehead.

You heart fluttered in your chest. This was very unlike him. In quiet moments he had merely accepted your gentle squeezes of the shoulder or hand for comfort, but he was never one to instigate. This was different, his grip was firm and grounding. You had never felt so close to him before. That was the first time he had done that. Shown such outward affection and appreciation.

You wanted to ask him where this was coming from. What happened on the job? What did it mean? But you didn’t. Not that night, and not anytime it happened afterward.

He started do it more often. Silently holding you, pressing his helmet to your forehead. Or from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and arms around your hips.

Surely you thought, he must feel the same way you do about him. These tender moments of closeness all at his initiation, were becoming more and more frequent. In just the last week he had been sitting up with you at night. He would remove most of his armor not his boots, gloves or helmet; and hold you close as you fell asleep. Sometimes talking to you quietly but mostly he just listened to your breathing, and traced patterns on your skin. He never stayed after you fell asleep. He’d release you carefully onto the cot, pull the blanket up and leave you to rest.

But tonight, you sat up reading your book. The baby sleeping in his pram just outside your bunk, just in case he woke up. Mando, or rather Din as he recently asked you to call him, was due to return to the ship late tonight after meeting with some backwater gangster for information. You were just about to give in and turn out the light, when you heard the hull door opening and can see the stars in the sky as it opens.

Din comes inside, pressing the “close door” button on the control panel. He can see you in the bunk, but doesn’t say anything just yet. He removes his weapons, and stows them all accordingly. Then he begins removing his armor piece by piece. The sight of it is oddly calming. He takes such care with each piece, and places them in a small box on top of one of the secured cargo crates that functions as a counter in the hull. When he’s finished he comes over the the foot of the bunk, clearly gazing down at his sleeping son.

“You’re up late” he says. A benign statement, but begging for an explanation.

“Wanted to make sure you got back okay,” you replied, closing your book and tucking it away. His head turns to you. He seems agitated, or at least unhappy...

He crawls into the very cramped bunk space, and you move to allow him more room to get comfortable. When you’re settled his his arms you decide to ask him.

“Something’s wrong,” you say in a quiet voice. He sighs deeply, but doesn’t respond. You press him further “talk to me”

“It’s wrong” he finally says “It’s wrong of me to put you through all this,”

That is not what you were expecting him to say.

“I hired you to help take care of the kid. I shouldn’t even be doing this to him. Dragging you both around the galaxy. I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore,” he stops abruptly. And you’re suddenly aware how tightly he’s holding you. “You deserve so much more than this life. And so does he,”

Your hand slides up from its place on his chest, to rest on the side of his helmet.

“He’s alive because of you. He is free from those monsters, because of you. He’s getting to travel and see things most people never see. And he learning from you, and me all the people we meet every single day,” you tell him. “And I chose this. I chose him. I choose this life everyday. I choose you,”

The words are hanging on your lips, but you can’t muster up the courage to say them. So you wait, locked in his embrace.

He disengages one of his arms from you to reach over your head and turn out the light. The compartment door slides closed automatically. This is new, you’ve laid together this way in the bunk before but never with the door closed and never in the pitch darkness.

A hissing sound fills the small space, and you realize what’s happening. You’re about to protest, question his creed, something- when it happens.

His forehead, not his helmet, but his actual flesh brushes yours. You’re struck by how warm he is, and you let out a little gasp. His head tilts down, and you feel soft full lips pressed to yours.

You melt into his kiss, and feel yourself let go of every outside thought. He is gentle but persistent in his kisses, which he now begins to trail up your cheek towards the sensitive spot between your ear and your neck. He stops just there, leaving your breathless and truth be told a little overwhelmed.

“I have never felt this way about anything,” he says in a hushed tone. His voice is remarkably unchanged without the modulator, perhaps a bit smoother. His kisses continue coming back towards your lips. And you can’t think of a damn thing to say, so you kiss him back. When he finally breaks away to catch his breath, you pull away slightly.

“I love you” the words come out with an exhale and smile he can’t see “I don’t even want to imagine a life without you, or the kid”

Your words comforted Din, and he gave a low chuckle pulling you back closer for one more kiss. He pulls away once more, but kisses you again on the forehead.

“Sleep,” he whispers, beginning his process of tracing patterns on your back. As you drift off in his arms, you can’t help the sleepy smile plastered on your face.

Din Djarin Tag List: @spideysimpossiblegirl

[starlightrows]

In My Arms

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: Angst, strangulation, kidnapping, hurt/comfort

Summary: The events of Chapter 14, where you do everything in your power to defend Grogu and suffer greatly for it

AN: Originally posted on AO3 in December 2020

Standing atop the mountain on Tython, you watched the ragged cape of your husband disappear of the ridge. Neither of you able to get through the magical energy field surrounding the Seeing Stone upon which your small vulnerable green foundling sat.

“Stay with him,” he had told you. “Stay with him, I’ll protect try to push them back”

You wanted so badly to try again, to push through whatever held you from him, to get him in your arms and run.

“Grogu!” You called out to him “Grogu, it’s me! We have to get out of here!” But he could not hear you, and he did not move.

Suddenly you hear a ship’s engine, followed by another. You turn from the child just in time to see both of the carrier ships have take off. You watch as a missile launches into the first carrier and crash into its backup. They burn up and make an awful noise on impact with the rocky terrain. The silence that follows, brings you such relief.

Only to be cut off, by the red light that illuminates the sky. You track the beam with you gaze, and watch as your home, the Razor Crest is obliterated. A choked sound escapes your body, halfway between a gasp and a scream.

Its quiet again, and you realize it’s too quiet. Whipping around you see the magical energy field has dissipated. Grogu is slumped on his side panting from the exertion, and making pitiful little sounds. You rush over to him, bringing him into your arms. Your instinct is to run, run to the ship. But there is no ship... the storm troopers have gone. So you stand there holding him, too stunned to move.

Too late... it’s too late when you realize it is not quiet at all. And it never was. You’re too overstimulated from the explosions and shock to realize they are descending until it’s too late. You have no where to run, and they surround you.

You draw him in closer, and pull your blaster from its holster. It doesn’t matter how many shots you unload at them, or where you hit them, the blasts seem to have no effect at all as they advance on them. You don’t think, you keep shooting as you try to back away.

Heavy metal prongs close around your neck and lift you off the ground. Your blaster drops from you hand, but you refuse to release the child. The vice grip tightens without mercy and you can’t help the drool escaping your lips with your futile attempts to breathe. Your vision is blurry and your head is pulsing, but you don’t let go.

Suddenly you feel intense pain, just at the end of your rib cage on the right side. Electricity flows through you, causing all your limbs to go rigid and then spasm uncontrollably. Grogu is yanked from your grip by another of the massive droids. As suddenly as they came, they take off into the air, releasing you without provocation.

You’re left laying on the dusty mountain top. Sweaty, shaking, violently coughing and trying desperately not to vomit. You become aware of the woman, Fennec Shand turning you over on to your side and holding you in position.

Din stands a few feet away speaking into a comlink. You can only hear the roaring of blood in your ears, eyes focused on whatever you’re eye level with, his boots.

You’re no longer coughing, but still breathing ragged and painfully. You squeeze your eyes shut, and pull out of Fennec’s hold. Rolling onto your knees and leaning forward. You press your hands into the ground, the feeling of the rough gravel pressing into your hands. It hurts, but it’s grounding. Your head is spinning. He’s gone. Your baby boy, is gone. The ship is gone. These two people, Fennec and the other Mandalorian seem to be helping now. It’s too much. It’s all too much. And you’re truly afraid you might black out. When his sturdy boots land in front of you.

He’s pulling you up with a gentle firmness. He’s upset and worried, you can tell. But you can’t find a single word to say to him. Not even sure you could manage to get any out give the state of your crushed windpipe.

He says your name and gives you a little shake “Answer me”. You don’t even realize he had been speaking, without the visual queues masked by his helmet you couldn’t distinguish his voice from the ringing in your ears.

“I’m sorry,” you rasp out, you’re horrified by how awful your voice sounds and more so by how painful even those two words were to get out.

He shakes his head. And helps pull you to your feet. He doesn’t say anything more, but leads you down the mountain. Towards the still billowing ashes of the ship. He sat you down on a fairly sizable rock, leaving you with Fennec and the other Mandalorian. You watched, with hollow gaze as Din descended into the crater. He kneels down a few times, picking through the rubble.

Returns to the small group, holding the only thing that survived, the spear Ahsoka Tano gifted him not even a week earlier. You stand peering at him for a long moment, hoping your eyes are locked with his beneath his helmet.

Finally he steps around, and stands beside you. Boba Fett explains the armor truly does belong to him, and he is the child of a foundling Mandalorian named Jango. You expect this to be it, a parting of ways, and being left to figure everything out from here. But you’re surprised when Boba Fett continues speaking, promising his help in rescuing your son.

“A deal is a deal” he says “come, we have work to do” he leads Din, Fennec and you to his ship. You can’t help looking back out at the black ash crater one last time before climbing in.

In ship is significantly more claustrophobic than the Crest, and that’s saying something. You try to stay out of the way, as Boba and Fennec prepare to take off. You sit against the wall of the hull, and tuck your knees into your chest. Din comes over and kneels down, placing a hand on the back of your head and pressing his helmet to your forehead.

“I’ll be right back,” he says. You nod numbly. And he disappears into the cockpit, presumably to give coordinates to wherever it is you go next after something like this.

True to his word, he returns closing the door to the small enclosed cargo hold. He reaches up and removes his helmet. You’re surprised to see his dirty face is streaked with tears. He was so composed through all this... to the point where it had begun to bother you.

He collapsed in front of you, bending his head down to touch yours again unencumbered by the beskar. His eyes squeezed shut, streaming with tears. His hands rest on your cheeks. He doesn’t say a word, and neither do you. What is there to say? It’s gonna be okay... you did your best... No, there may be a time for comforting words later, but right now the only thing you can stand is his gentle touch.

He lifts his head, and tilts yours up so you are forced to meet his gaze. His hand travel down from your cheek, and gingerly touch the red splotchy bruises forming on your neck.

“Are you in pain?” He asks through silent tears. You nod ever so slightly. You can’t lie to him, you are in pain. Your whole body feels achy and numb from being electrocuted, you throat is raw and throbbing, and the front your head seems to have a persistent pounding headache. But you don’t say any of that, it would only hurt you more to speak. His hands roam your body in a confused assessment of your physical health; as if he’s prepared for a limb to be missing or a blaster wound. Something he can treat with bacta and bandages. There’s only so much one can do for asphyxiation bruises and an electrode burn.

Finally he just pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you, cradling your head and neck while gently rocking back and forth. Your tears, and his spoke more words than you could ever vocalize in that moment. The pain of loss and vulnerability of terror, had shaken you both to your core. You don’t know how long you sat there holding one another.

“We’ve heading to Nevarro,” he said at last “Our friends will help us, we will get him back”

You squeezed him a little tighter, and nodded. That’s all you wanted.

“I want him back in my arms Din. I love him so much,” you sobbed

“I know cyare,” he breathes “I know”

Din Djarin Tag List: @spideysimpossiblegirl

[starlightrows]

Disrupted

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Non-graphic violence, 

Summary: Your clan of three has a routine that gets you through the day to day. But the events of chapter 14 throw a wrench into that and disrupt everything

AN: Originally posted on AO3 in December 2020 

It seems like everyday is an adventure traveling with your riddur and foundling son. If it’s not bringing in a bounty, it’s doing odd jobs in exchange for information you only hope will lead to the next helpful piece of information. And still there are days that must be “wasted” to resupply, make repairs, do laundry, and catch up on sleep if you’re lucky. But despite this seemingly turbulent lifestyle, your clan of three had a routine of sorts.

Mostly revolving around the baby. When he wakes up, it’s officially morning time. That means getting him up and out of the pram, and immediately getting food in his belly. Then, hopefully you would be arriving to whatever destination is set for the day. Hunting a bounty, meeting with a contact, delivering bounties and cargo, and market days. Market days were the little guys favorite. Usually because he got treats from the market, and dad carried him in the satchel. They only thing he liked better, was when mom carried him in her arms.

If it’s a big travel day through hyperspace. Then the entire day is devoted to entertaining him on board while also trying to get work done. Din cleans weapons, makes small internal repairs, charts future courses. You try to balance the budget to make sure you will have enough credits to afford fuel and food, count out rations to make sure they will last, and prepare them as best you can with the limited galley space available. All while trying to teach Grogu basic things like his colors and shapes. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if you should be trying to teach him more advanced things like arithmetic, or planetary geography. He was supposed to be older than you after all.

Grogu gets grumpy and fussy at about midday, no matter what planet or how deep in hyperspace you may be. That means it’s time for him to drink something like bantha milk, bone broth, or just water if you’re running low on supplies; and take a nap. Sometimes you or Din will nap with him, especially if it’s a resupply and repair day.

When he wakes up again, he’s usually less needy. He is usually pretty happy to observe whatever it is his parents are doing. If Din is flying the ship, he liked to sit with him in the cockpit and play with the durasteel ball handle on the rear deflector shield control. Or he will sit on one of the crates tethered to the walls of the ship while you meticulously inventory the supplies and their replacement costs. He’s most happy on the afternoons when both you and Din sit in the cockpit together. Din flying the ship, you copiloting at his side. Grogu likes to sit on your lap and listen to the two of you talk. Droning on and on about nothing. He doesn’t always know what you’re talking about, but he likes both his parents to be together, especially if they’re giving him attention together.

Which is why the end of the day meal is his favorite. Even if you and Din haven’t interacted much all day, you would come together for dinner. Sitting as a family in the hull of the ship to eat rations together. After dinner, Din cleared the eating utensils while you would give Grogu a bath and get him ready for bed.

Cradling him against your shoulder, pacing up and down the length of the hull, bouncing him slightly with each step, and humming sweet lullabies. Coming to a stop in front of his pram, just as he was falling asleep. Din would join you, drawing you into his arms, and swaying gently without a word and you finish your last lullaby. Placing Grogu into the pram, you give him a kiss on the head and close the lid.

At that point, you and Din have time to either continue working on your respective tasks, work on two person jobs on the ship, or as you both prefer just spend some quality time together.

But not anymore. Not since Tython.

Less than an hour. Less than a single hour had passed between the three of you stepping off of the Razor Crest, and watching as the four massive, seemingly indestructible, black droids ascended into the sky with your child in tow. In less than 60 minutes the Crest was obliterated with everything you owned on board, you were beaten within an inch of your life by the droids, and your son was plucked from your arms. Left to bleed out on that wretched mountain top.

And less than an hour after that, you sat aboard the ship of a man you had just been threatened by. You felt disoriented and dazed, and not just from the probable concussion. Din knelt in front of you below deck, gripping your forearms as you stared blankly into the visor of his helmet.

“What are we gonna do?” You asked numbly. “A-a-all of our weapons. Our rations. Our home. Our son..... what are we gonna do?”

He squeezes you again, it’s grounding but you are having a difficult time getting your mind to focus on any one thing.

“We’re going back to Nevarro,” he says frankly. But you’re confused.

“Nevarro? You think they’re taking him to Nevarro?”

This worried Din more, it is evident you are more injured that you appear. And he makes a mental note to send a communication to Cara ahead of time to make sure medical staff is waiting when they get there.

“No cyar’ika, we have to get some help before we can go after Grogu. We’re gonna go see Cara,”

This seems to pacify you for the time being. Your head his pounding, and all you want to do is cry and sleep. And hope when you wake up this will have been a horrible dream.

It isn’t though. You wake up in a clean bed with a bandage around your head. Din lays next to you on his stomach. Despite the fact he his dead asleep, he looks exhausted. His eyes are puffy and a little darkened. He’s been crying. And all at once you are overwhelmed by feelings of guilt, sadness, loss and despair. Your home really was gone, and so was your son. But unlike the Crest, you could get Grogu back.

When Din eventually wakes up, he describes how disoriented you were and the utter terror he felt at not being able to keep you awake during the flight. Luckily a heavily dosed bacta shot, and a good long sleep had you on the mend. He tells you of his plan to spring Migs Mayfeld from prison with Cara’s help, and get him to help find out where to find Moff Gideon’s cruiser. You don’t like the idea of bringing in Mayfeld. He had been extremely aggressive and irritable the last time you’d dealt with him... but you didn’t have a better idea.

It was much easier than expected getting Mayfeld to agree to help. Though he didn’t have much room to argue. You felt almost good about the situation as your rag tag group consisting of Mayfeld, Cara, Fennec, Boba Fett, Din and yourself; flew towards Morak. You felt like you were actually working to accomplish something. Getting closer to getting your baby back.

But like Fett said. It was a long journey to get there. It was like being home on the Crest. But you were uncomfortable, unused to being in close proximity to so many people for this long. And you had nothing to do. You felt... trapped in your own mind. Without thinking about it you would stand up, as if moved by some unseen force and walk away from the others and return with nothing new and not a word. Just a sad empty look on your face.

After the fourth time. Mayfeld blurted out “What the hell are you doing? You got a screw loose or something” he was trying to be funny. Trying to cut the tension. You didn’t turn around, you just retreated below deck. This time Din followed. “What’s with them?” Mayfeld asked, directing his question at Cara.

“It’s midday,” she spat. There was a long silence before said quieter “it’s time to feed her son and put him down for a nap”

That shut Mayfeld up.

Below deck, you leaned your head and forearms against the wall of Slave I. Enjoying the cold that leeched into your skin, at least it was something.

“Cyare,” Din called out softly. You turned to face him, leaning back against the wall. Tears brimmed in your eyes. He approached you, extending his arms out to you. Inviting to to take comfort if you wanted it. You accepted, leaning on him as the tears slipped down your cheeks.

“I know” he whispers “we’ll get him back. Whatever it takes,”

Din Djarin Tag List: @spideysimpossiblegirl

[starlightrows]

Something of Your Own

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Words: 1.8k

Tags: Hurt Comfort, angst, happy ending 

Summary:  Din takes you in after your village is destroyed

AN: Originally posted on AO3 in November 2020 

Sitting against the wall in the hull of the ship, you rolled the small silver ball over towards the kid. He catches it and gets distracted looking at his tiny reflection again. He chirped happily, probably overjoyed to have a playmate on this lonely ship, and tries to roll it back.

You had only been traveling with the Mandalorian and his foundling son for a few months. So far it wasn’t so bad. You had been taking care of children almost your whole life, and this child was surprisingly easy to care for. Entertain him for most of the day, feed him often, hold him while he falls asleep, and he’s a perfect angel. Your new traveling companion had made him sound like a little terror. You supposed that was because he couldn’t afford to give all of his attention to him. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it. Well, that and having nowhere else to go.

The Mandalorian had come to your village asking if anyone had heard of a people called The Jedi. No one in the village had. You had never seen a Mandalorian before either. He had asked if there were other villages nearby he could ask. You offered him a place to stay for the night, and set out for the neighboring villages in the morning. He was reluctant, but the child seemed so attached to you. Continually trying to climb your skits and touch your face. So he agreed.

He regretted that decision. The nights on your planet were long, and dark. And his that darkness a massive ship flew overhead, landing on the outskirts of the village. Armored soldiers poured out of ship, and began breaking into homes. Demanding to know where to find the Mandalorian and his charge.

The Mandalorian awoke to screams and sound of blaster fire coming from somewhere else in the village. His helmet went on and he leaped from the bed, plucking the sleeping child from the pram, and yanking open the door to the bedroom. Only to find you at the door about to knock.

“Help us!” You shouted. He thrust the child into your arms, and went back to put on the few pieces of armor he had removed to sleep.

Coming back out of the room, he grabbed your shoulders roughly “Take the child back to my ship, lock yourself in there and do not let anyone in” You were frozen in terror, clutching the baby to your chest. “Go!” He shouted

So you did. Out the back door, and behind the row of homes and businesses you had lived in your whole life. Blindly you ran for the ship. The sound of your friends and neighbors screams pounded in your head, how the baby was sleeping through this you could not fathom.

Finally reaching the ship you climbed in, and sealed the door. You sunk to the floor, exactly where you sat now, and you waited. Tears streaming down your face. You had no idea how long you sat there, if you fell asleep at any point. The ship’s hull was pitch black and soundless, save for the soft breathing of the baby and your muffled crying.

The sound of the being opened from the outside scared you. Jumping to your feet, and retreating further into the darkness hoping you wouldn’t run into anything. Dull orange light streamed into the hull, and you heard your name being called out. It was the Mandalorian.

You emerged from the darkness, tired puffy eyes looking at him expectantly. Suddenly you were more terrified than you had been the entire night. Your village. Your home. Your whole life. What had happened? What was left?

You advanced towards him. But he stopped you with a gentle hand. “I’m sorry” that was the only thing he could say. An apology. Fresh tears sprang to your eyes. You pressed the child into his arms, and ran passed him.

You didn’t know what you would find when you got there. All you knew was you had to see it. You didn’t stop running until you saw the smoke rising from the ashes... your entire life had been reduced to rubble. You sobbed, like never before.

Eventually the Mandalorian had followed you back into the ruins of your village. He asked if there was somewhere you wanted to go, if you had friends or family. This was it. This was your whole life. You had nowhere to go. He offered to take you with him.

“Come with us. You can leave whenever you’d like. And I can pay you for your help with the kid,”

It was the only option you had, so here you were. Rocketing through the stars, on your way to an uncertain future, with a baby and a man who’s name you didn’t know and face you will never see.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of Mando’s footsteps descending the ladder from the cockpit. The baby toddled over to the landing, having lost all interest in the silver ball rolling back towards you. Mando bent down and picked up the child, he approached you as you stood up.

“We’ll be landing soon,” he told you “There’s someone I need to talk to on this planet. And they have a market where we can resupply”

You nod quietly. After these last few months, you were still mourning the loss of your village. Going into towns and markets on other planets was exciting but it made you long for home. You had never left your home world, visiting other planets exposed you to things you never would have imagined in your wildest dreams.

Planets covered in dense forests, others with endless expanses of water, not to long ago you had been to a planet that had man made structures covering every surface area... You had come from a farming planet, that sold crops and livestock to intergalactic traders. You knew there were other worlds in the universe, other species, but it was so much more vast than you could have imagined.

The planet you were visiting today was beautiful. Enormous mountains jutted from the ground, fields of tall grass and wildflowers, and clear springs. The village was busy, full of travelers stopping for more fuel, supplies, a place to stay for the night, or just somewhere to stretch their legs and breathe fresh air.

Mando watched as you step off of the ship, holding his son.

“Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” You asked the child softly. He replied in his garbled little chirps.

Mando felt his chest tighten. The guilt of being the reason you had nowhere to go weighed heavily on him. But bringing you to beautiful places like this, that you may have otherwise never experienced made him feel a little bit better. He didn’t want to admit he was taking you to some of the more interesting places he had visited in his travels, and tried to find nice places for you to stay and take care of the baby when he had to catch a bounty.

“Ready?” He asked. You smiled and nodded, following him towards the town.

Every time they stopped a new planet, Mando knew there was a chance you would not continue with him. But if truth be told, he didn’t want that to happen. He had grown fond of you these last few months. Having a second set of hands around to do things on the ship and someone to make sure the kid was always looked after, were more than welcome. But it was more than that, it was you. You were kind, and gentle. Respectful of his culture, and eager to learn and see everything. He didn’t want you to find a new place to settle. But that wasn’t his choice to make.

He thought about this as you walked together through the market. You held the child against your chest, letting him look out at all of the people and shops. You pointed out various things to him, and spoke with such care.

He left you with some credits, and instructions on where to meet back up with him when you were done shopping and he was finished with his meeting. He had been trying to give you more credits than you needed recently. A couple weeks back, he had snapped at you in a hurry to leave the planet he had left you and kid on for a few days...

“Get your things, we’re leaving”

You stood up, with the child in your arms and walked out of the small inn. He didn’t miss your words under your breath as you passed him.

“I don’t have any things,”

You were right, all you had was the clothes on your back. And the credits he gave you after returning from cashing in on bounties. It was his fault, and he knew it.

You walked around the market, trying to make sure you had enough of a variety of foods to take with you onto the ship. You picked up some strips of bandage cloth, and bacta pads as well. Your companion made more use of those than you would like to admit.

You passed by a clothing stall, and stopped short. Looking down at the kid in his tan robes. It wouldn’t hurt to get him a second set, he did get dirty a lot when you stayed on a planet for a few days. You stepped into the stall, and began looking to find children’s clothing.

The fabric the clothing is made of on this planet is so vastly different from the clothes your own people wore. You ran your fingers over a pair of dark brown trousers.

“What do you think little friend?” You asked the child “maybe we both need something new”

Mando approached the massive shade tree, seeing you and the baby leaning against the trunk and sharing a piece of fruit. He saw that you had several packages of supplies for the ship sitting next to you, and a leather pack. He also noticed the child wore new, grey robes. And you. You wore new well fitting trousers, tunic, boots and coat. He couldn’t help but notice how attractive you looked. The child scampered towards him, and raised his little arms. He shouldered the child, and offered you a hand to stand up.

“You look nice,” he said, somewhat dumbly.

“Thank you,” you replied, taking his hand. You gathered the packages and supplies. “I figured I would need some better clothes if I’m gonna keep up with the little womp rat” You scritched behind the child’s floppy ears. The baby cooed at your touch.

Mando felt comforted walking back to the ship. If you were willing to spend money on things to better help you take care of the kid, maybe you would stay longer.

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