Back To You (Din x Reader) - Masterlist | Complete
Din x Reader
Rating: T (currently, and probably won’t go much past that) Friends to Lovers
Synopsis: You’ve been friends with Mando for years, and he drops by your hole in the wall bar from time to time to catch up. This time, however, he’s carrying an extra little green passenger with him. They are on the run, which is unsettling because Mando doesn’t run from things. Things run from him. A tracking fob, a dead body, and a confession later, all three of you set out to help the child find it’s kind. (Aka: a really typical Din x Force Sensitive reader plot, but instead of the going from stiff scary Mando to friendly Mando it’s gonna kinda go the opposite way. Not in a bad way but she’s gonna finally get to see what exactly he was running from all those times he came back to see her.)
• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4
• Part 5
• Part 6
• Part 7
• Part 8
• Part 9
• Part 10
• Part 11
• Part 12
• Part 13
• Part 14
• Part 15
• Part 16
• Part 17
• Part 18
• Part 19
• Part 20 (Epilogue for BTY and Prologue for sequel Close To Home)
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• Say That Again…. Please.
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A/N: This is something that just wouldn’t leave my mind alone. I plan on it being multiple parts, but I need to do some rewatching before I do any more.
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Space swearing, show typical violence, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see.
Word count: 4,178
I’d also like to thank @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats. And a shout out to @multifandomsw for telling me to just write it! 😆
Xxx
You thought you saw him from the corner of your eye, somewhere in the back of the cantina. Darting your eyes to the dark corner quickly showed nothing but shadows. Letting out a sigh, you weren’t surprised. It’s not like he blended in, exactly. You’d be more concerned if you didn’t notice a walking wall of beskar flashing through the dimly lit space.
Even so, the rest of the evening you felt like you were being watched. Which was nothing new, given you were the one who held the keys to the liquor around here, tending the bar and giving easy smiles in exchange for nice tips. But this felt different. This wasn’t the gaze of a drunkard lazily waiting for his next refill, no, this felt almost…. Predatory.
After closing up and wiping everything down, you turned your back on the door to put a bottle away on the shelf, pausing when you felt a shift in the atmosphere. Glancing over your shoulder tentatively, but seeing nothing, you shook your head briefly - partly to clear it and partly in amusement at yourself - and rolled your shoulders back to shrug off the lingering sense of…. Lurking.
“We’re closed,” you offered to the darkness, and whatever decided to lurk there. Even if it was just shadows as your companions tonight, you just thought they should know. Smirking to yourself, you turned around, eyes cast down on the counter to collect the last bottle only to startle and flick you gaze upward at a familiar modulated voice.
“That’s never stopped me before.”
You let out a sigh in both aggravation and relief. Hand over your racing heart you let out another huff for good measure. “Mando…. Kriff. You scared me half to death!” Grabbing the damp washcloth off the apron at your hip you gave it a quick wind up between your hands before popping it at his armor clad chest playfully. It hit your target with a ping.
He swatted it away, letting out a huff of what you knew to be laughter. Standing at the bar, his weight on one leg lazily, shoulders relaxed and helmet tipped toward you in a way that was almost playful back, and you smiled.
“What are you doing here?” You shoved the towel back into your apron and leaned on your forearms on the bar. “You hate this planet.”
Mando sighed, shaking his head gently, muttering something indistinguishable under his breath. “I do. Too crowded.”
“Coruscant? Crowded? No,” you said the last word scandalously, a grin turning up your face as another sigh left him and he shifted his weight to the other side, head tilting along with it. “Here. I know just what will help that.”
Standing back upright, you grabbed the last bottle still left on the counter and grabbed two shot glasses from below the bar, filling them both and sliding one to him.
He caught it, liquid slightly splashing over the rim from the impact. Grabbing your own, you tipped it to him, tossed it back, shaking your head as it burned down your throat, then refilling the glass and sliding it over his way. Catching it in the other hand, his visor tilted just slightly at you in question.
“It’s really crowded,” you leaned toward him, explaining in an exaggerated whisper, winking at him with a smirk, before turning to the liquor shelves behind you to give him privacy.
Mindlessly moving the bottles in their places just to give yourself something to do, you waited as you heard the sealing mechanism of his helmet release with a hiss, soon followed by one glass hitting the bar top with an empty thud, a second soon after, making you smile a little broader. You waited for the hiss of the seal reengaging to stop before turning back around. Reaching for the bottle again you cocked an eyebrow at him. “Another?” You lifted the bottle slightly, giving it a gentle jiggle side to side in enticement. “Another few?”
He leaned his head back slightly and if you had to guess, he was mirroring your raised eyebrow in question. “Maybe later.”
“Oh, one of those visits,” you said knowingly. Grabbing the two glasses from in front of him and your towel to wipe down the bar once again, you quickly tucked it back in your waist before grabbing the bottle and nodding your head over toward an empty table. “Then I’m maybe going to need another few….”
Another derisive snort left the modulator and you rolled your eyes at him. Rounding the bar you heard his footsteps behind you as you set the liquor and glasses on the table, reaching for the chair that rested on top of it set up for the night to place it back on the floor. You saw him do the same in your peripherals in a seat across from you.
Leaning one hand on the table, you turned to him with a sigh, starting to ease yourself down into the chair. “So, what do you need….” You trailed off when you noticed the satchel he had over one shoulder squirming, a soft coo emanating from the bag.
Frozen mid way to the chair, you felt a stirring in the air around you, something that felt companionable and kind, curious. It felt like only good things, and drew you in closer. Glancing up at the visor with wide eyes, you turned your attention back to it. You bent over a little further to get closer to the wiggling mass, feeling like a magnet was in your chest pulling you to it.
Letting out what almost sounded like a soft groan, the Mandalorian slowly sat in the chair with a grunt, pulling the satchel into his lap at the same time. Something green poked out of the side as it moved in his grip, and it almost looked like the tip of an ear.
You blinked once, still frozen wide eyed part way between a sit and stand.
Flipping up the top flap of the bag, the Mandalorian muttered a quiet, “Hey, kid,” as a small green face with large black eyes and the biggest ears you had ever seen looked up at you with a toothy grin.
You let out a chuckle on a single breath, barely making a sound, and suddenly found yourself seated the rest of the way with a graceless plop. Hand still resting on the tabletop, you flattened it to the cool surface for a moment before pointing a finger toward the creature and asking quietly, “Who…. What…. Mando?”
The creature was looking up at the Mandalorian with that same grin, his hands coming together in front of him almost like he was clapping before Mando picked him up softly and placed him on the table.
You watched with a sense of disbelief. You had known Mando for years, and knew he often relaxed around you, but nothing about him ever seemed soft.
Reaching into a pocket on his belt, he withdrew a small packet and took an equally small cookie out of it, handing it to the creature. It reached both hands out toward it eagerly, squealing in glee, and as soon as it got a grip on the snack, it made a sound of triumph, lowering it in front of it’s face before taking a bite. Although the snack was small, compared to the child it looked way too big in his hands.
Mando kept a hand resting on his thigh, the other on the table, fist clenching and unclenching in an almost nervous manner. He let out a sigh as he sat back in the chair, letting his head loll back just slightly against the back of it.
The Child walked across the tabletop towards you, cookie firmly in one hand, one three fingered hand outstretched and you held out a finger towards him. Only the tip of your finger fit in his tiny grip, but the wave of power and knowledge that washed over you was anything but tiny. It made you suck in a breath quickly, sitting back in the chair until your back met its hard stop, the same breath being knocked back out gently.
He gibbered quietly as he removed his hand from yours, sounding very animated, but talking about what, you had no idea. He took a few steps backwards, his head tilted to the side slightly in an almost Mandalorian-esque movement as he looked to his cookie, debating for just a second before breaking off a small piece - big for him - and offering it to you. Taking the few steps back toward you, he planted his feet firmly, holding out the crumb in one clawed hand proudly with a grin on his face.
“Thanks, kid,” you mumbled, doing your best to smile, however small it was, and taking the smallest piece of cookie you’d ever been offered.
The grin on his little green face grew impossibly larger and he gave another squeak before waddling over to the middle of the table, making an awkward half turn and plopping down about as gracefully as you had into your own chair. He focused on the cookie at that point, and you watched him before turning your gaze to the Mandalorian.
“Do I get an explanation?” Looking down to the crumb in your hand, you popped it into your mouth after a moment of consideration, then looked back to the Mandalorian.
Lifting his head back up to look at you, his hand on the table made a fist and held it. He lightly tapped a gloved knuckle on the table as he spoke, and you couldn’t remember a time you had ever seen him so nervous.
“He was a quarry.”
Your eyes widened, and he nodded.
“It’s a long story, but the gist is I took him in, then went back and rescued him, and we’ve been on the run since.”
“On the run? From who, Mando?” You leaned in just slightly.
You didn’t like this. The Mandalorian didn’t run from anyone. People ran from him.
“Imps.”
You sat back in your chair in shock.
“What…. What do Imps want with a child?”
He chuckled lightly. “Well, he may be a child but he’s fifty years old-”
“What?!” You look to the child and can only blink as he looks up at you and munches his cookie.
“-but that’s not the only…. Different…. Thing about him. He’s got…. Abilities.”
You reached out a finger and scratched the child’s green wrinkled forehead, earning a giggle.
“He’s special,” Mando added.
You smiled down at the tiny face as you smoothed the small whisps of white hair back from his face. “I can see that.” You held your hand on the back of his head and looked back to the Mandalorian. “He’s extremely powerful. I could feel it when he took my finger.”
Mando sat up abruptly, leaning toward you, elbow bracing on the table. “You…. You’re like him?”
You snorted. “Oh no. No, I'm nowhere near him.”
He seemed to deflate at that, beginning to lean back in the chair again.
“He’s much more powerful than I am.”
Mando froze, slowly sitting upright in his chair again and leveling the T of his visor on you.
“He’s my foundling. I’m tasked to return him to his people. The Jedi.”
“Good luck with that,” you mutter under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your chair.
He tilted his helmet at you in question and you sighed. “They were killed off years ago. Their temple was here but it was burned at the beginning of the Empire. It was a massacre.” You stared at the wall over his shoulder. “I was only a kid, maybe one or two, way too young to remember, but yet I remember seeing the smoke billowing into the sky.” You looked back to his face, noticing the slight tilt of his head as he listened. “It’s just a flash, really, barely even a memory. But I also remember just this overwhelming sense of…. Dread whenever I think about it.” You sit up straight again. “Not mine, though. I didn’t understand enough to feel that. No, whatever I felt was not my own.”
“Did any survive?” He asked hopefully, relaxing into his chair like you.
You cleared your throat, looking to the side towards the bar. “No. Not that I know of. Hey, are you hungry?” Looking back at them, Mando shook his head while the kid nodded his, making you chuckle. You pushed your chair back, cringing at the ugly sound it made against the floor. “There’s some soup on the stove I haven’t packaged up yet. That okay?” The kid was still nodding, and Mando looked at him with an amused head tilt.
You went behind the bar to dish up a small bowl for the child, looking over the counter and seeing his wide eyes watching everything you did with his full attention. Looking down into the steaming pot you cleared your throat again.
“I don’t know of any that survived, but….” You brought the bowl over and put it in front of the child, holding a spoon in your hand to keep him from eating it while it was still so hot, and he was not amused, trying to tug it from your hand. “….I have heard rumors of a new Jedi academy being started. I don’t know much, but, that’s where I would start.”
You looked at the Mandalorian while you spoke. His attention turned to the foundling, and he reached out, gently pulling on his arm. “Hey. Stop it,” he chided as the kid tried once again to yank the spoon from your hand.
Looking up at Mando like he had betrayed him, the child began to pout. His large green ears wiggled as he turned to look at you again, finding you stirring the soup with the spoon, taking a spoonful and blowing on it before eating it yourself. The child’s jaw dropped in shock and an indignant squeak came out of his chest.
“There. It’s cool enough now. Be patient, little one. I would never steal soup from someone who offered me such a gracious helping of cookie.”
He narrowed his large black eyes at you skeptically before accepting the spoon and slurping up bite after bite of the soup.
Mando chuckled softly at the interaction.
At that moment, someone stumbles into the front door, which you swear you locked.
“Mando, did you leave the front door unlocked when you came in?”
“I didn’t come in the front door.”
He turns his head to look over his shoulder at the spot you are, watching what looks like an extremely drunk patron come though. You recognized him from earlier in the evening, he had been a generous tipper.
“Can I help you? I’m sorry, we’re closed,” you try kindly but firmly, taking a step towards him.
The Mandalorian stood up slowly to be beside you and in front of the child. He didn’t make a move for his blaster, but you could see his hand twitching at his side as it itched to do just that.
You notice a faint beeping sound, and narrow your eyebrows, trying to remember where you’d heard that sound before.
The man reached into his pocket, standing up straight and seemingly stone cold sober as he withdrew the source of the sound, a red light flashing along in time with it.
A puck.
He was a bounty hunter.
You saw the Mandalorian begin to slowly reach for his weapon, freezing when the child peeked around his arm to see what was going on.
The other bounty hunter saw the child and barely began to reach for his gun before the Mandalorian had drawn and fired his own, dropping the man to the ground lifeless.
“I think you left something out,” you hissed at him.
“I told you we were running,” he said matter of factly.
“From the Empire! That’s not a stormtrooper, Mando!” You pointed at the corpse on your floor.
He holstered his gun and looked to the kid to make sure he was okay. Seemingly oblivious or at least unphased, the child was walking on the tabletop towards you with his empty bowl in his hands. He stopped at the edge of the table, head once again tilted in that way that looked like Mando, held the bowl up and sweetly said something that sounded suspiciously like ‘more?’
“No, you don’t need any more,” the Mandalorian said, going to take the bowl from the kid, but the little one twisted it away from his grip, what sounded like a scoff leaving his lips as he looked up at him. He squealed in protest briefly as you took the bowl from him, but stopped short when he saw you ladeling more soup at the stove. He looked up at the Mandalorian with a large grin before waddling back to where he had been seated before, waiting for his bowl.
You ignored the heavy stare of the visor as you moved, returning the bowl to the tiny green creature. Leaning toward him you said gently, “Let it cool, please.” He didn’t agree but he didn’t disagree, so you took that as an agreement.
“It’s fine, Mando. Let him eat. It will keep him occupied while you and I deal with the not a stormtrooper on my floor.” You quickly walked to the front and locked the doors back again, stepping over the body in the process.
“You’ve only known him five minutes, you have no idea how little time you just bought. He’s already eaten half of it.”
“There’s no way-” you walk back to the table only to see that he’s right. Eyes wide, you stare at the kid. “Where does it all go?” You mused quietly.
Shaking your head, you walk back over to the dead bounty hunter and grab under his arms, lifting him slightly before looking over to the Mandalorian. “You gonna help, sharpshooter?”
One quick glance back at the kid, and he walks over to take the lower half of the man in his arms. It’s awkward and heavy, but you can’t leave him there. As you pass by the kid, Mando stops abruptly, making you stop ungracefully, nearly tripping over your feet before righting yourself. Eyebrow raised, you glare at your friend.
“Don’t move. Don’t touch anything. Do not go get more soup.” He wags a finger in the child’s direction as he speaks, dropping one of the man’s legs to do so, which leaves you with an extra, awkward weight for a second, making you adjust your grip on his chest.
The man’s head lolls back as you do, and you shudder. “Don’t look at me like that,” you mumble to him.
“I don’t think he can hear you,” Mando adds dryly as he takes the leg back into his grip.
The kid just sits there slurping soup from his spoon, looking back and forth between you as you both speak.
Bumping into the door to the back room with your back, you grunt. “Couldn’t you have gone first? Don’t you have, like, some attachment on that helmet that helps you see walking backwards or something?”
“A mirror? No,” he snarked at you, “It’s not that high tech.”
You let out a snort of laughter and you continued to shuffle to the back door to the alley.
“Please tell me you at least locked this door back so I don’t have to do this again later with whoever else got in.”
“That’s not where I came in, either.”
You narrowed your eyebrows at him, stopping in your efforts to move the body, hoisting it higher after a second. “How…. Never mind. I don’t want to know. I’ll just never sleep again, easy solution,” you grumbled. “Like a kriffing shadow. Going in and out of places without using doors like normal human beings.”
He turned his head toward the door to scan for any heat signatures outside in the alley. “All clear. Dumpster?”
You nodded. “Dumpster.”
“Hang on.” Adjusting the legs once again, holding them awkwardly with one arm, the Mandalorian reached forward to take the man’s bag of credits off his belt, along with the puck which was still beeping. With a quick click he turned it off and stuffed it into his own belt beside the new bag of credits.
Looking back at you as he grabbed the legs correctly again, he shrugged.
“I’m not judging,” you said quickly, pulling your palms from the man’s chest briefly to hold them out to the side in surrender before gripping him tightly again. You let out a huff. “But I am sweating. Can we finish this, please?”
He nodded. “Coast is still clear.”
Slamming out the door first, he looked both ways before you followed him. “Thank you for going first,” you mumbled, grinning slightly.
He just grunted in response as you both shuffled to the dumpster. Tossing the body in with a thud, you had never been more grateful to be deep in the belly of this planet, a little hole in the wall tucked away from the main attractions. Not a soul to disturb down here.
Going back inside, the Mandalorian followed you, taking the bag of credits and emptying it into his own before tossing the other one. Taking out the puck he turned in a circle until the beeping became constant and looked up to see the child doing his best to lick the bowl completely dry of every drop of soup.
With a growl he dropped it on the ground and smashed it with his foot.
“You need to get out of here,” you said quickly. He turned to you. “If there’s one there’s most likely more. You’re not safe.”
You went to the computer to clock out, leaving a message for the kitchen crew that would come in to prep in a few hours. “There.”
Grabbing your jacket, you pulled it on and grabbed your keys. “Come with me to mine, I’ll pack a bag, then we can go.”
“Wait, what? We?” His body language was stiff and radiated confusion.
“Yeah. We. I’m coming with you.”
“No, you’re not,” he protested.
“Yes, I am.”
“It’s too dangerous.”
“It’s dangerous here!” You pointed over to where the body had been.
He looked where you were pointing with a sigh. He tilted his head at you, his weight shifted to one leg like when he had first come in here, thumbs tucked into his belt.
“It took both of us to take care of that idiot and the kid obviously adores me, so,” you continued, making him shake his head and let out a huff of laughter.
You smiled as you closed the few steps between you. You spoke softer now, the situation beginning to feel more delicate. “I can help the kid with his powers and help you find the right people to take him to. You know I’m right.”
“I know you have a point. I don’t know if you’re right.”
“Ouch.” You turned to the kid. “What do you say, kid? Should I come with you or stay?”
He held out the bowl and once again asked for more, making you laugh.
“If I can come with you, you can have all the soup you want.”
The child squeaked an ‘eh?’ and smiled broadly, lowering the bowl and walking towards you.
“Hey, that’s cheating,” Mando protested.
“But it worked,” you said, scooping the little green one into your arms for a quick squeeze before putting him back in the bag he had arrived here in.
Grabbing the bottle of liquor off the table you held onto it tightly, turning toward the door and mumbling, “And we’re going to need this.”
Turning back one last time, you closed the distance yet again, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “It’s good to see you again, Mando.”
He went stiff just briefly before he returned the gesture, a warm gloved hand spread across your back.
You were about to pull away, but he held you there gently. Turning your face towards him where it rested on his shoulder, your nose brushed against his neck, and his grip grew tighter. Glancing up towards his face, all you could see before the helmet obstructed your view was a small sliver of skin that bobbed as he swallowed roughly.
“Din.” His voice was quiet through the modulator but loud in the space. “Call me Din.”
You turned your head up towards his face as you pulled away just enough to look his visor straight on, and he turned his gaze down to meet you with a slight playful tilt like before.
“I figure if we’re both gonna be fugitives together, you should at least know my name.”
“Din it is, then,” you said softly, smiling.
With a gentle nod, you pulled away slowly after a moment, turning towards the door with wide eyes as what just happened sunk in.
A/N: It’s finally here! This was so much fun to write, and I’m gonna miss Ahsoka after this part. These two idiots are just so smitten for one another, everyone can see it, and for the love of everything, they need to just…. AHHHHHHH!!!! Moving on. There is more show dialogue in this one. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.
(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes to the end of episode 2x5/13, The Jedi.)
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Swearing. Space swearing. The reader being a badass. Mando’a.
Word count: 11,084
As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.
Thank you to @what-the-heckin-heck for coming up with the brilliant idea that morphed into Peli’s shop scene, @fordo-kixed-rex for your endless hours helping me over goodness knows how long since I started this, and @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis, @lloweryourstandardss, and @kurlyfrasier for reading this over for me and letting me know I’m not crazy. And @deceiver-of-gods for helping with the Mando’a.
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Xxx
Walking up the ramp of the Crest, you let the bundle of armor fall to the floor with a thud once you reached the top.
“Ugh!” You huffed. “I am so glad I don’t have to lug that around every day.”
“Hey, it’s not that bad,” Din protested softly as he tucked the kid into his hammock bunk.
“Yeah, well, you’re used to it,” you grumbled, hands on your hips as you looked around for anything you might need in a few hours when you met back up with Ahsoka near the village. “You all but grew up with that armor, you developed the muscles. You don’t see me asking you to do stuff with your mind, do I?” You lowered your voice to mock his playfully as you quoted his most recent assessment of the Force.
He only grunted.
“No. Exactly.” You had begun gesturing with your hands as you strode over toward your satchel where it sat on a crate. “So leave me and my puny non-Mandalorian muscles out of this, thank you very much.”
The bunk door slid closed with a hiss before you heard Din’s heavy sigh as he turned to face you. “Mesh’la….”
“No, no. It’s fine, Din. We all have our strengths. Yours are being physically strong, brave, and smart…. While mine are,” you looked up to face him with a sarcastic grin, “a laser sword, moving things with my mind, oh! And I’m great at exploding things.”
He sighed again, walking over to you and gripping your upper arm firmly. “Hey.” He tilted his visor to the side when you finally looked up at him, eyebrows raised expectantly. “You’re also amazingly sarcastic, don’t forget that.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “I know you are being sarcastic….” You smiled. “But I’ll take it.”
Din just shook his head at you with a soft snort of laughter, turning toward the weapons cabinet to choose a few options for later.
With a wave of your hand over the panel, the bunk door hissed open, revealing the sleeping child to you. With a quick trace of your finger along the length of one of his ears, you quickly closed the space back up after whispering, “Sleep well, ad’ika.” (“Little one.”)
“Do you need me to carry your saber again?” Din’s voice was muffled as his top half was buried in the weapons locker rifling through various contents.
“Nah. I’m not gonna bother concealing myself again this time.” He looked at you over his shoulder, pausing his search for a moment. “I’ll wear a cape, but that’s it. It’ll keep it concealed enough, I’m not worried about it.”
“Are you sure?” He stood up straight, turning to face you. “I don’t doubt you, but if anyone recognizes you, it’s going to complicate things.”
“When are they not complicated?” You sighed, pulling the satchel over your shoulder, shifting through its contents as you continued. “If anyone had my puck, they’d already be making moves, wouldn’t you think?” You lifted your gaze up to hold his.
“If they were smart,” Din agreed. “But not many of them are.”
Chuckling softly, you continued to pull items out of the bag, setting them to the side. “Well, if they aren’t, we’ve got that going for us, as well.” Pulling one of Din’s blasters out of the bag, ignoring his double take between the weapon and his locker behind him before his head tilted at you, you went on, gesturing with it in your hand. “I’m glad you’re keeping an eye out, really Din, I am. I…. I honestly keep trying to forget about that stupid bounty.”
He closed the few feet between you, gently taking the blaster from your hand before returning it to the cabinet.
“But I’ve lived my whole life in fear - especially growing up - because of what I am, what I can do. You…. You’re the first person outside my family I told about it.” He looked over his shoulder again, tilting his visor at you. “And after these last few months with you and the kid, strengthening my abilities and using them for something actually worthwhile, something that is altering the course of the kid’s life, of my life, I….” You brought your eyes up from where they had been studying the floor to hold his gaze. “I don’t want to hide anymore.”
Din closed the distance between you again, making you lean your head back to keep looking at him in the T of his visor. “That’s something I can understand more than you think.”
Darting your eyes back and forth where you thought his to be, you felt a small smile climb your face. How in the stars you had ended up friends with a soul so like your own was a mystery to you. For so long you’d felt alone, drifting through life from moment to moment, pouring drink after drink for person after person, then he walked in, and everything changed.
He caught your eye, not just because of his shiny armor, though you’ll admit that played a part, but because of the way he carried himself. Sitting alone in the back of the bar, watching, waiting, as the world moved all around him. Not lonely, not searching for another to share in the day with, but searching for something all the same.
And he found whatever that was in you.
He walked up to intervene between you and the Twi’lek, and your souls both said this one. I like this one.
Once he’d scared the lowlife off, you had worried he would disappear as quietly as he’d come, like a shadow slipping into the night, lost to the dingy streets of that lower level hell. But something made him linger, just long enough for you to say something stupid, something that made him laugh, and you’d never liked a sound more. He stood there just long enough for you to listen to the small voice at the back of your mind trying to whisper to his; stay.
Those next moments melted into hours, into days, into years. Though he would leave in between, he was never far from your mind, making you smile with just a thought his direction.
Your apartment started to look like a museum, artifacts of a well traveled life spread on every surface, yet you’d never left the planet. Things that made him think of you decorated your life, filling in the dull, lifeless spots you’d come to accept as part of the furniture. Parts of your life you’d accepted as a boring blank wall now dripped with art and tapestries, flashes of color filling in the void.
You’d smile whenever you walked through your door, greeted by trinkets left by someone who cared. He was everywhere you looked, never out of sight, and absolutely not out of mind. You’d wonder where he was now. Was he okay? Did he need help? Surely not, he was good at what he did, but there was that time he came in with a slight limp…. He’d brushed you off, mesh’la, I’m fine, but with one look he sighed and accepted the ice you were trying to rest on his knee wrapped in a small towel.
And this will make you better.
He’d snorted at your response, adjusting in his seat slightly as you brought a small stool around for him to prop up his leg.
A thousand and one memories are rushing through your mind as you study every line of his helmet.
“What are you thinking about?” Din asked softly, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek.
“You know me. A little bit of everything,” you hummed quietly, smiling as you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment before they returned to his visor. “But mostly you.” He let out a soft huff, gently shaking his head before you brought your hand up to his cheek in a mirror of his own. “It always comes back to you.”
Xxx
A few hours later, as it was getting dark, you met Ahsoka on the edge of the forest, just out of view of the city walls.
The plan was simple. She would go in, claiming that Din had failed in his attempt on her, at which point they would probably open fire and pursue her. Once you heard blaster fire start up, Din would fly both of you into the town square by the prisoners, where you would set them free before splitting up.
At a quick glance, the pale purple of your saber looked close enough to her white, so the goal was to be a decoy through the city streets, drawing focus away from her and distracting them to give her an opening to strike. Not that she needed it, but it would make things go faster.
Din would hold the gate to the Magistrate’s inner area, keeping it clear of guards and pedestrians.
“Here, take this,” he spoke in a low voice, removing his pauldron with the mudhorn on it. “Use it as proof.”
Unclipping your knife from your belt, you handed it to her. “This, too. It was on my belt earlier and has the signet. Everyone knows about Mandalorian clans. They won’t think twice.”
You could feel Din’s eyes on you, his armor clinking slightly as he turned his visor down your way.
“That knife has saved our skin multiple times, are you sure?”
“So you admit it’s a decent weapon?” You smirked up at him.
He grunted. “No. Just…. Don’t disarm yourself before a fight.”
Your smile faded to something softer. “I’ll pick it up on our way in.”
Ahsoka looked between the two of you with an amused grin. “If that’s all settled, let’s begin.”
Xxx
You and Din watched from the tree line as Ahsoka ran through the shadows, drawing the attention of the guards on the wall. She ran straight for them as they began ringing an alarm, slipping through the low rolling fog along the city walls then scaling them as if it was nothing, before igniting one of her sabers. The commotion that followed made you start to smile.
“You’re enjoying this,” Din said in low amusement behind you, his modulator buzzing right in your ear.
The faint screams of the guards as they fell under her saber, the soft buzz of the blade whooshing through the air…. Ahsoka turned to the last guard standing, and they cowered away from her, turning to run after a few backwards steps.
“I am. Seeing someone wielding their ability so effortlessly…. It gives me hope.” You turned your head just slightly to catch a glimpse of him before turning back to the city in chaos. “Someday I’ll be able to do that, too.”
“Cause havoc?” He chuckled.
“No. Well, yes. Not just that.” You smiled. “Be in control. No voices, no bad feelings, no shaking crates or….” You darted your eyes over to him quickly before looking back forward. “Or pushing people I care about away. Literally.” Your eyes fell to the ground as you tightened your arms over your chest, rocking on your feet as you continued quietly. “I’m sorry about that. Again.”
“It’s already forgotten,” he said in a low voice, stepping closer to you, his chest pressing along your back. Slowly his right arm came around your waist, holding you tightly to him. “You ready?”
“What do you mean, there’s no-” The city lit up as the sound of heavy fire erupted. “Blaster fire….” You finished quietly.
He chuckled softly, his arm cinching tighter. “Hold on.” Once you were in the air he yelled to be heard over the wind. “Don’t forget your knife.”
“I knew it. You love that thing,” you teased.
“Don’t start,” Din groaned, hitting the accelerator to cover the last little bit before crossing the city wall.
Din flew the two of you low over the city streets, dodging blaster fire as it criss crossed the lanes, moaning softly as bolts pinged off his armor now and again.
You caught a glimmer in the middle of the street up ahead, blaster bolts catching the signet on your knife and Din’s pauldron in little bursts. Narrowing your eyes, you honed your focus, feeling time slow down around you, the world streaking by in long blurs of movement. As Din flew over them you reached out and effortlessly pulled them the few feet to you, the handle of the knife landing firmly in your palm while his armor hit the other.
Time sped back up as you turned in Din’s grip, attaching the beskar back at his shoulder, knife still in your hand.
“You’re getting that awfully close to my face, mesh’la,” Din grumbled, glancing at the knife blade inches from his helmet.
You scoffed, finishing with the armor before tapping the blade to his beskar. “And you are one hundred percent safe.”
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
Letting out a huff, you smirked as he turned a sharp corner, coming up in front of the gates leading to the Magistrate’s inner area.
Guards stood with rifles drawn, aimed at the prisoners.
“Get ready for a bumpy landing,” Din mumbled.
“Isn’t it always?”
Din pinched your hip once in retribution before he dropped you the few feet down to land on the edge of the area as he kept moving through the air, planting both feet on the chest of one of the guards.
Touching down on the ground, taking a quick few steps forward from the momentum, you hurriedly looked around at the prisoners, making a move to let the nearest one down. You immediately drew your blaster and shot one of the remaining guards without a second glance as Din shot the one he knocked over.
Hurried footsteps shuffled in behind both of you, and he rounded with his blaster drawn, but you were quick to intervene. Dashing over to lightly rest your hand on his chest, drawing his attention over to you. “It’s just him.” You glanced over your shoulder to offer a small smile to the old man from earlier in the alley as he held his hands up in surrender, letting out a heavy breath of relief as he returned the grin.
Din nodded at the man, who returned the gesture still wearing a small smile, before you all went about letting the prisoners down.
“Thank you,” the man mumbled at your back.
“You're welcome.” You unfastened the restraints around the feet of the nearest captive. “He wouldn’t have shot you, though. He’s on top of it all. It was just an…. Instinct, I guess.”
He chuckled softly as he helped the man down. “Well, keep trusting your instincts. They’re on to something, I think.”
Letting out a soft huff with a gentle shake of your head, you turned to face Din as he let a prisoner down across the way. “Mando.” Once the woman was firmly on the ground, his hand going to the middle of her back to help stabilize her as she wobbled slightly, he turned his visor toward you. “I need to go.” You gestured over your shoulder with a jerk of your head.
Helping the woman lean against the pole she had been up on, holding her hand as she lowered herself slowly to sit on the ground, he quickly made his way over to you once she was stable. “Are you sure?”
“You ask this every time, when are you going to tru-”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he growled. “You know I trust you.” He shifted his weight before continuing in a quieter voice. “I’m just asking if you have everything…. Your blaster, your saber….”
“Go on….” A smirk was climbing up your face.
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Oh, I am absolutely going to make you say it.”
He grunted before taking a deep breath. “Your knife.” He grumbled it so fast and low it was almost unintelligible.
“Nice try.” He grunted again, making you shake your head as you pulled your cloak back to show him your belt. “Yes. Got everything I need right here.”
“Jedi,” the woman he’d helped whispered, drawing both of your gazes her way, finding her staring at your belt with wide eyes full of hope.
Looking down you realized she had seen your saber.
Before you could say anything to dissuade them, all of the prisoners began murmuring quiet words about the Jedi, how they were saved, thank the stars, thank the Force, we’re safe, and finally. The words swam around you in a quiet din, painting a soft picture of hope in the otherwise dismal city, lights behind their eyes igniting for the first time in you didn’t know how long.
Looking around, you couldn’t find it in you to tell them no, but you didn’t want to prove them wrong.
Din’s hand on your arm pulled your attention back to his visor as it peered down at you, tilting to the right just slightly. “They know what they see. They see you.” He gave your arm a gentle squeeze. “Ne shab’rud’jetiise,” he said quietly, making you smile. “Slanar.” He gestured behind you with a jut of his chin, giving your arm one more firm squeeze before letting go. (“Don’t fuck with Jedi.”) (“Go.”)
“Ib’tuur jatne tuur ash’ad kyr’amur,” you said with a grin as you stepped away from him, walking backwards. (“Today is a good day for someone else to die.”)
“Jate,” he called, also walking backwards, before turning to walk towards the older man who had helped, holding one hand up in a wave. “K’oyacyi!” (“Good.”) (“Stay alive!”)
“I will if you will.” When you heard Din’s snort of laughter you turned to continue on to the next part of the plan. Darting down an alley, you reached out, trying to sense where Ahsoka was. Making a few quick turns in the darkness, you pulled up abruptly as you came around a corner to see a slew of guards trying to tiptoe through the streets.
Pressing your back against the structure behind you, you tried to even your breathing. Somewhere in the night, several buildings over, you heard more guards screaming, and the whirring of lightsabers. Peeking around the corner, you saw the group of guards standing frozen in fear, faces turned toward the sound.
Smirking, you lifted one finger at your side, and with a flick sent some debris on the side of the street skittering, drawing their attention away from where Ahsoka was. As they investigated, you flicked your finger again, sending a push to one of the guard’s shoulders, making him stumble back a few steps.
“Don’t touch me,” he hissed to the one next to him.
“I didn’t,” the other responded, agitated.
“What do you mean you didn’t? What else could it have been?”
They were getting in each other’s faces now, so you gave them a little nudge, sending them colliding into one another, their heads smacking the other unceremoniously. As they collected themselves, cradling their helmets where they had hit, moaning, they swore all manner of curses and colorful language at one another, getting to their feet and drawing in the few other members of their troop to try and break up the squabble.
“It’s her,” one of them hissed to the two, making them stop short. “She’s getting in your heads. Stop-”
“No, he pushed me.”
“I didn’t-”
“Your friend is right.” You slowly stepped away from the wall, coming where they could see you, saber tightly gripped in your hand at your side. They raised their weapons at you, scrambling to get into some sort of formation. “Well, partly. It wasn’t her. It was me.”
Silence curled around you like your cape as it slowly billowed in the breeze.
“It wasn’t you. You’re no Jedi. You can’t-”
With a flick of your wrist, the soldier went flying backwards, thumping against a wall and sliding down with a moan.
“You caught me. I’m no Jedi,” you held your hands up by your head in surrender, smirking when you saw them become uneasy at the sight of the saber in your hand. They didn’t even notice the soldier you’d sent against the wall suddenly being jerked into an adjacent alley by an unseen force, and they seemingly missed the sound of a saber igniting briefly before the muffled sounds of struggling stopped. “But I’m me. And I can still do this.”
Turning your upheld hand just slightly, all of their weapons clicked as you disengaged them wordlessly. They all held their weapons up to inspect them before trading worried glances. One of them went flying up before slamming back down into the ground, moaning.
“That was me,” Ahsoka said, stepping out of the shadows behind them.
In just a beat of silence, you exchanged a glance with her, reaching out to help distract and divide them with more forceful nudges and pushes as she took them down easily with her sabers. Once they were all still on the ground, she closed the distance between you, disengaging her blades.
“There’s more across town. It’ll be faster to go over the roofs.”
Clipping your saber to your belt, you couldn’t help the small smile starting up your face. “I think I know just how to get up there.”
Taking a deep breath in, you closed your eyes and felt the ground fall away as you leapt backwards onto the roof of the building you had been leaning against. Stumbling a bit once you opened your eyes, you looked around with a grin. “That will never not be amazing.”
Ahsoka laughed softly as she walked to the edge of the roof, peering down into the street below. “To make it across the gaps, you have to do the same thing, focus, but keep your eyes open.” She turned to look at you. “You have to keep your guard up. Yes, this is a relatively easy fight, but that doesn’t mean you won’t get caught off guard.”
You nodded, taking a few steps back to get a running start to follow after her as she leapt across the space. Watching the ground fall away beneath you again, your robe rippling in the wind as the other rooftop grew closer by the second, you decided to keep your eyes open every time from now on. Landing on the tiles, you took an extra few steps from the momentum before you came to a stop next to Ahsoka who looked at you expectantly, eyebrows raised.
“How was that?”
You grinned. “Wizard.”
Her face melted into a matching grin before the two of you took off in a sprint, dashing across the rooftops like they were stepping stones. She’d drop down every now and again, taking out a straggling guard here and there. You rolled your eyes at how dramatic she was being, sneaking up behind them and igniting her sabers just inches away before striking. It still made you smile, though.
Holding up her hand to stop you on a rooftop near the edge of the city, she looked down into the lane below. Looking at you, she pointed to the opposite end, speaking into your mind to not alert the troops down below. “Go to that end. After I run across this opening, you run across that one. Rattle a few things to get them turned around. Run fast. With speed and our capes for cover, they won’t be able to tell the difference between us. When they are looking your way, I’ll take care of them.”
Nodding, you silently made your way to the edge and dropped down out of sight of the soldiers. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you thought about telling Din how good you were getting at being stealthy.
Something rattled in the alley behind you, making you jump. Hand going over your heart as you glared at the rattling lid of a trash container, you narrowed your eyes. “Ahsoka,” you bit out, feeling something like amusement floating your way through the Force.
Once all the guards were looking your way, Ahsoka sped across the opening, making them spin on their heels, rifles raised. You dashed across your opening, pulling their attention back, and out of nowhere a creature screeched and skittered away down the alley the opposite direction. As they stared after the creature, Ahsoka snuck up behind them, smirking as she held up her sabers in front of her, making them look like one magnificent blade she was pulling apart by sheer will.
After it was done, and it was just the two of you left in the alley, you slowly walked up to her as she clipped them back to her belt. “Am I ever going to get to ignite my saber today?”
“Any day that you don’t have to is a day well spent.”
“True. But you’ve barely seen my saber. It’s magnificent.”
“Are you sure that kyber has been quiet since you picked it up? Because it sounds awfully loud right now.” She smirked at you.
You scoffed teasingly. “This coming from the woman who has waved her’s around with as much flourish and flash as the top levels on Coruscant.”
The smile still on her face, she leapt onto the roof to head to the next area. “The next ones, you can show them your blade. See what happens. You’ve made me curious, now I need to see it, too.”
Landing next to her before following across the rooftops, you sighed playfully. “That's all I ask.”
After about three roofs, she signaled you to stop, holding a finger to her lips in a cue for silence. Looking down you saw the head of the guard who had let you into the city, and the two assassin droids. Ahsoka motioned you to a roof adjacent from where she stood, and you leapt soundlessly. “I’ll get their attention. You draw the droids away if you can. Use your saber like we talked about, the droids won’t know the difference.”
She ignited her sabers and was quickly under fire from the head of the guard. She leapt down into the alley, cutting his rifle in two and blocking fire from the droids. Running up a wall, she leapt and cut one of the droids in half before jumping up on the roof again, instantly disappearing into the shadows.
“Get up there!” The man ordered the droid, who promptly pulled itself up onto the roof.
Igniting your saber from the roof across the way, you began to run like you had been, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, sending bolts back towards the droid as it turned to follow you, thinking you were her.
“Wait a minute,” the man said softly, looking between where you were and Ahsoka had disappeared. “Leave her!” He ordered the droid harshly. “It’s a decoy. Follow me.”
The droid obediently began hopping back across the rooftops, following after Ahsoka as the man disappeared into the shadows.
“Kriff,” you muttered, disengaging your saber, keeping it in your hand as you followed at a safe distance.
You were quickly back in the center of town, the man and droid nowhere to be found.
Din was ushering the last of the prisoners into a nearby house. “Get inside,” he said softly.
Movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention, and you turned to find a lone guard sneaking closer, rifle raised as he closed in on the Mandalorian.
“Hey! You!” Yelling to get his attention, you sprung into action as soon as the guard turned to look up at you.
Leaping off the roof, you wrapped your legs around the shoulders of the soldier, pinning his arms down as you brought him to the ground. He tried to squirm out of your grip, but you were quick to get to your knees, grabbing his shoulders to pull him up before slamming him back down as hard as you could, knocking him unconscious.
Looking up toward Din as you caught your breath, he stood exactly where he had been. His hand on his blaster but otherwise relaxed, looking at you as his head tilted slowly to the right.
Shrugging, you got to your feet, brushing your hands off before turning to the guard and dragging him off to the side by his shoulders. Once you were back in front of Din, you let out a heavy breath. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
His head tilted the other way. “How would you know, mesh’la?”
“I have had to learn how to read you for years, Din. I speak fluent helmet.”
Din scoffed.
“I do! That’s how I knew our friend back there,” you pointed to the soldier still unconscious in a side alley, “had bad intentions for you.”
“Really?” His voice was dripping with amusement, his visor straightened out to look down at you fully.
“Mmm-hmm.” You raised your eyebrows. “I don’t need to see a face to know these things. Comes with the Tin Can territory.”
Before Din could respond, movement behind you drew his attention away, and he looked over your shoulder, making you turn and look, too, finding the head of the guard standing in the middle of the street. Din slowly stepped in front of you, standing between you and the man.
He glanced down at the saber still in your hand, eyes flying up to meet yours before they went over your shoulder, and you found yourself turning yet again to look, finding Ahsoka standing on the edge of the wall dividing the Magistrate’s area from the rest of the city. The wind whipped her cloak around her viciously as she held the man’s gaze before she turned and dropped down on the other side of the wall.
Looking back to the man, a rifle held ready in his arms, you noticed Din had quietly drawn his blaster. Clipping the saber back to your belt and crossing your arms over your chest, your gaze bounced between the two of them in the loaded silence until finally the man spoke.
“So, you threw in with the Jedi.”
Din glanced over his shoulder at you, his head tilting just slightly in amusement before he turned back to the man. “Looks that way.” You couldn’t help but snort softly in laughter. “Two of them, in fact.” The man scoffed. “Come to think of it, three. My son was gonna be one a few decades ago….”
“Decades?”
“Yeah. He’s older than me.” He began motioning with his hands in reference. “He’s about this big, huge ears, green…. Doesn’t like you at all.” Din’s blaster rattled with his movements, still gripped firmly in his hand. “I keep him around for a lot more than luck.”
“That…. Thing?!”
“His son,” you corrected the man in a bored tone, shifting your weight to one leg.
“Our son,” Din amended firmly.
You stared at the back of his helmet, fighting the urge to smile.
The man scoffed. “Oh. So you did more than just throw in with them.”
“Hey. Buddy,” you started, lowering your arms to rest at your sides easily. “He’s got the upper hand here. I wouldn’t press his buttons if I were you.”
“You’d know a thing or two about that, wouldn’t you?” He practically sneered.
You nodded. “I would. But I don’t have to actually press anything.” When the man narrowed his eyebrows in question and Din groaned knowingly, holstering his blaster with a shake of his head, you lifted one hand, letting your fingers tickle the air teasingly. “I just have to….” With a flick of your wrist, a piece of fruit from the nearby vendor’s table flew through the air, smacking into the back of the man’s head.
He lifted a hand to cradle the impact, turning and looking, only to do a double take when the table was empty of anyone to blame. When he turned back to face you, his eyes went wide, finding several pieces of the fruit floating in front of him where you had floated them over his head out of his line of sight. He looked at you briefly, eyes going wider still as you smirked before flicking your wrist again, his eyes turning back to the projectiles as you sent the fruit forward to pummel him in rapid succession.
“Do you think he gets it?” You asked, looking at Din.
“No, I don’t think he does,” he mused, his voice tight with held back laughter.
“He does, he does! I mean I do, I do! Stop!”
On the other side of the wall you heard the sound of Ahosoka’s sabers powering up, quickly followed by the sounds of kyber striking beskar. The spear. A buzz hummed through the air as the two met and held, resisting the other firmly. Then silence. Quickly, a pattern formed with their grunts and the clashing of weapons echoed faintly off of the walls of the inner area.
The man held his ground across from both of you, eyeing you more skeptically now after the fruit. “You seem familiar.”
Smirking, you signed to him in Tusken. “Do I?”
He let out an aggravated huff, rolling his eyes. “Of course.” Turning his attention back to Din, he changed the subject. “Who do you think’s gonna win?”
Din held his ground, not moving an inch as his arms hung easily at his sides, his weight on one leg like this was a casual conversation. As subtly as you could, you angled yourself more towards him, moving in closer just a bit.
“Could be your side….” The man continued, beginning to move forward slowly. “Could be my side.” The fight continued in the background.
Din inclined his head ever so slightly as the man got closer.
“I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian.” He finally looked your way again, something like annoyance in his expression. “Or with your…. Friend.”
“That’s far enough,” Din said calmly, one hand coming up to gesture the man to stop, his other moving to hover over his blaster, teasing the air as it itched to grab the weapon.
You heard the fight surge briefly, the sound of one saber disengaging before a faint plop of water. It took all you had not to jump over the wall and try to help, but you knew Ahsoka knew what she was doing. You’d probably just get in the way. You were needed here.
“You and I, we’re a lot alike.”
You narrowed your eyes at the man. “You are nothing like him.”
He ignored you. “Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause.” He eyed Din’s hand as it flexed over his blaster, his gloves creaking with the movement. “Which this is not.”
The sound of beskar thudding to the ground and all sounds of fighting coming to a stop filled the area.
“Sounds like you win,” the man admitted, going to lower his rifle to the ground. He watched Din closely, too closely. As soon as Din moved his hand further away from his blaster, the man released his rifle and pulled a blaster out of the back of his belt.
Without thinking, you drew your own blaster and shot, an explosion of sparks coming off his armor at the impact. The man flew back several feet, landing on the street, motionless.
“I had it!”
You turned at Din’s exasperated voice to find him with his blaster also drawn, smoke curling from the end.
“Well, now we’ll never know,” you mused, smiling slightly as you holstered your weapon.
Din spun his blaster quickly around his finger in a flourish before slipping it back in his belt without a glance.
“Show off,” you mumbled, turning to find the old man who helped earlier opening the door you’d seen Din ushering everyone into earlier.
He gave both of you a nod with a small smile, which you returned. His eyes suddenly went wide as he looked over your shoulder. “Behind you!” Why was everything behind you today?
Without a thought, both you and Din drew your blasters, turned, and fired up at the roof, dropping the last assassin droid in a sparking, smoking pile of scrap.
“I had it!” You grumbled to Din, trying to do what he did earlier by spinning the blaster but it didn’t work, so you just shoved it into your belt.
“If I agree with you, will you never try to do that again?” He pointed to your blaster with his own before showing off once again, finally holstering it at his side.
“What do you think?” You hissed at him, rolling your eyes.
“I think it was painful to watch,” he mumbled, looking around to make sure the area was clear.
You huffed at the slight, turning away just a bit in annoyance, seeing the man lying in the street, and getting an idea. Smirking, you walked over to him. “Fine.” Stooping down, you picked up his rifle. “But if that’s the case, I’m just gonna need a bigger weapon. More function, less painful for you to watch.”
Din groaned. “Not this again. It’s like your knife all over again. Put it back.”
“Hey, you admitted that knife has come in handy.”
“Not in so many words.”
Slinging the rifle over your back by the strap, you smirked at him. “I’m keeping it.”
Before Din could rebut, the people began to file out of the house, their eyes all wide on you. “Jedi,” they all whispered.
Soon you were surrounded by people, all of them looking at you with grateful eyes. Their hands reached out tentatively at first to grip your own, then gradually became more and more confident as they offered reassuring squeezes to your arms, hands, shoulders - anywhere they could touch.
One older woman you recognized as the fruit vendor, cradled your face between her hands. Her face held a slight tremble as a tight smile formed on her lips, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
You wanted to explain. Tell them it was Ahsoka. It was Din. You weren’t a Jedi.
But as her eyes crinkled in joy, her brow unfurrowed in relief, you just smiled, nodded once, and swallowed your tears before saying, “You're welcome,” as strongly as you could.
Looking over the mass of people surrounding you, you saw Din looking on from the sidelines, his head tilted fondly. “I told you,” he signed. “They see you.”
You are yourself, and that is all you could ever hope to be.
Ahsoka’s words ring in your head, making you smile.
Looking up and to the left, you saw Ahsoka with the Magistrate in her grasp as she exited the middle area. Ahsoka smiled at you mischievously as her voice floated into your head. “I see my words didn’t go to waste, little one.”
You’re not sure how, but you know your voice floats back into her mind, her smile widening as it does.
That’s all I need to be.
Xxx
You leaned against the inside of the city gate, ankles crossed leisurely, arms comfortably across your chest as you watched the people celebrate their newfound freedom. The air was clearer, the skies bluer, like nature itself was taking a long needed breath. Looking down at the satchel on your hip filled with fruit from the vendor, you smiled. She had insisted you take it, stuffing more into the bag until it was overflowing. She wouldn’t accept any payment, so you made sure to slip some to the man who had helped you, telling him to get it to her somehow.
You smirked at Din as he walked past you with Ahsoka. This was the same spot he’d grabbed you by the back of the neck when you were in the armor. “I’m having some deja vu…. But a much less violent version.”
He scoffed. “Violent. I pulled you off the wall.”
“Compared to my relaxing before you did, it was violent.”
You followed them out of the gate, your heart full as you watched the celebration over your shoulder where the older man who had helped you was being anointed their new leader. He looked up and met your eyes, smiling kindly. You smiled back, tilting your head forward in a small bow of respect before lifting it again to find him waving you off bashfully.
“I believe this was your payment,” Ahsoka said, holding the beskar spear out for Din, smiling that mischievous grin she’d had since you’d taken the city.
“No,” Din said after a minute, and you turned your full attention back to the two of them, looking up at his visor with knit brows. “I can’t accept.”
Ahsoka shifted the spear to the other hand, tapping it on the ground in the process, making it ring out softly.
“I didn’t finish the job.”
Understanding crossed her face and she gave a gentle shake of her head. “No. But this belongs with a Mandalorian.”
Hesitantly, Din reached out and lightly gripped the spear, taking it from her, looking it up and down.
“Where is your little friend?” Ahsoka’s voice had softened, her features more serious for the first time in a while.
Your stomach sank. You’d forgotten why you were here for a while, expecting to jump on the ship after this and go back to life as normal. But…. That wasn’t going to happen. There would be one less member on the Crest. Little Grogu had to go and get training, it was what was best for him. That didn’t make it any easier.
Din looked into the distance toward the Crest, his voice strong, but you knew him well enough, he was hurting, too. “Back at the ship. Wait here, I’ll go get him.”
As Din started toward the ship, Ahsoka’s eyes followed him before landing on you. Something passed between you, you didn’t know quite what, but inside you knew it was right. The unease of Grogu leaving abated slightly, but the sadness still ran deep in your veins.
Following after Din, you hurried to catch up with him, resting a hand on his shoulder when you were close enough. “I know,” you offered softly. “I feel it, too.”
“It’s what’s right,” he said lowly, his voice breaking. “It’s what’s best for him.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier,” you voiced your earlier thoughts.
“Would anything?”
“I don’t think so,” you said after a moment, your hand sliding down to grip his elbow, one of the few unarmored spots on him. “This is what you set out to do, Din. You’ve found the Jedi, you’ve returned him to his kind. It’s where he’ll be safest, you know that.”
“I want him safe. I do. But I also want him happy, and when he was floating that rock, he seemed anything but happy.” He looked down at you as you both paused at the bottom of the ramp of the Crest. “Is that selfish?”
You offered him a gentle smile, rubbing your hand back and forth where it still rested on his arm. “To want joy for a being you care about? No. No I don’t think that is.”
He looked at the ground, his voice going quieter still. “But what if I want to be a part of that joy?”
Studying his visor for a long moment, you finally looked at his chest as you spoke. “I think…. I think you will always be a part of his joy. Whether you're with him, or not.” Looking back up into his visor, you swallowed before continuing. “You saved his life, Din. Multiple times. And you’re saving it again by letting him go with the Jedi. He needs this. It’s just another step on his journey. But you…. You’re the reason he has a journey to go on. And he knows that.”
“He’s just a kid, how would he-”
“When we sit and meditate, when I’m trying to calm him in hyperspace so he doesn’t bounce off the walls? We…. talk. Kind of like he and Ahsoka did, I guess. I couldn’t read his thoughts like she could, but I got…. Images. Feelings.”
He shifted his weight, tilting his head as he looked down at you.
You smiled as you recalled some of the conversations with the kid. “Remember when I told you you were the world to him?” Din straightened a bit before nodding quickly. “I wasn’t far off. When we talk I try and get his attention by sending him images of things he knows, foods, frogs, his ball, and he sends back his, er…. I guess you could say feelings is the best word for it.” He nodded for you to go on.
“When I send him a mental image of food, it’s joy. Frogs, elation,” you chuckled. “His ball, love.” You paused, looking back up at him. “You? With you, he sends me an overwhelming feeling of everything.” Din didn’t move. “Safety, joy, annoyance, protectiveness, fiercely protective in fact, elation, and overwhelming love.”
“Annoyance?”
You huffed. “After all of that, you focus on that?” Your hands went to your hips. “Yes. You’re proving his point right now,” you grumbled, going to make your way up the ramp.
He reached out, lightly grabbing your arm to stop you. “I’m sorry. I…. I don’t do this…. well.”
“Don’t do what?”
“This.” He gestured between the two of you then up onto the ship toward Grogu. “Us.” He sighed. “Family.”
You smiled, stepping back down, closer to him, resting your hand on his chest plate. “You’re doing just fine.” Your smile faltered. “Now come on. We have something we need to do.” Reaching down, you grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze as you started up the ramp. “And I’ll be right here the whole time.”
Din took off his jet pack once he was inside the ship, setting it off to the side as you waved your hand over the panel to open the door to the little cot area. With slow but purposeful steps, he walked up and put his hand on the small hammock as Grogu still slept heavily, wiped out from all the work with Ahsoka. “Wake up, buddy.”
Taking one step away to give them some space, you put your right arm across your chest, your left hand resting on Din’s back softly before bracing on your chin to help keep your lip from trembling.
“It’s time to say goodbye.”
Grogu blinked his eyes open blearily for just a moment, letting out a soft coo before he fell back asleep.
Din pulled him gently from the hammock, sitting on the edge of the cot as he cradled Grogu in front of him, just staring down at his little ward as he slept.
You sat on a nearby crate, giving them the space they needed, but staying nearby for support. You loved Grogu, and you’d get to say goodbye, but their relationship was something special. They deserved their time alone.
Din said your name a while later, motioning you over with a jerk of his head when you looked up.
Rising slowly, you made your way soundlessly over, finding Grogu’s eyes open and watching sagely.
Reaching out and tracing the line of his ear with your finger, pinching the end lightly when you got there, you brought your finger to his small clawed hand, smiling and letting out a breath when he grasped it tightly. “I would run for my life a thousand times over if it meant I got to know you again.”
Xxx
A while later, Din took the time to adjust the kid’s robes as Grogu babbled happily, sitting atop a large crate near the ramp of the Crest.
His large eyes looked up at you as he squealed once, making grabby hands for another mouthful from the ration pack you were feeding him. Laughing softly, you reached in, grabbing a portion. “This is it, adika.” You handed it to him and he immediately began munching happily. “That’s the last piece.” (“Little one.”)
He looked up at you with wide, sad eyes, slowing his eating just slightly, making you laugh again.
“I’m not saying that, the packet is!” Turning it upside down to show it was empty, Grogu glared at it with vehemence, making Din chuckle.
He picked him up, starting down the ramp as you followed, both of you stopping at the sound of Ahsoka’s voice.
“You’re like a father to him.” She looked to you. “You’re a family.”
Din continued down the ramp again after a moment.
“I cannot train him.”
Din slowed, finally stopping at the bottom of the ramp. “You made me a promise, and I held up my end.” He’d finally come to some sort of terms about the whole thing, and now he was being made to march in the opposite direction. He may wear beskar, but he wasn’t made of it. You weren’t sure how much more he could take before he’d start to take damage.
Ahsoka sighed before closing the distance between her and the Mandalorian, the child cooing at her happily. She reached out and he grabbed her finger. “There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tython. There you will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the Force.” She looked at you. “Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.”
Din’s voice was slightly relieved, but tired, and you couldn’t blame him. “Then what?”
She looked at the child. “Then Grogu may choose his path.” His ears perked up at this. He let go of her finger, looking up at her expectantly. “If he reaches out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him.” Her expression fell, and her arms came to cross over her chest. “Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.”
Grogu’s ears fell, and he babbled softly.
“Thank you.” You did a double take at Din’s thanks, eyebrow raising skeptically.
“May the Force be with you.”
Din nodded once, before turning to head back up the ramp.
“May the Force be with you.” You offered in return, lingering near the bottom of the ramp, arms crossed over your chest.
She smiled at you, glancing behind you as Grogu cooed happily, making her smile grow for a moment before she bowed her head to him in farewell. Then she met your eyes again. “So, little one, what will you do?”
“What do you mean?” Your arms fell to your sides to rest easily.
She smiled mischievously, like always. “You know.”
Looking over your shoulder as the ship started up, you turned back to her. “I will do what I need to.” She nodded, accepting your answer. “Thank you,” You said after a moment. “For everything. I finally feel a shred of control, and a hell of a lot more hope.”
“Hold on to that. Let it carry you when things get dark. There is always a light to go towards, even if that light is in fact, yourself. Follow your instincts, and you will not often find yourself lost.”
“You speak in riddles,” you moaned, massaging your temples and scrunching your eyes shut tight.
She laughed softly. “I learned from the best.”
“I’m beginning to see that,” you mused with a grin, letting your hands fall back to your sides.
She gestured you up the ramp, a fond expression on her face as you turned and made your way into the ship. Just as the ramp began to close, you heard her voice in your head, turning to find her winking at you just before she was out of sight.
“May the Force be with you.”
Xxx
“Where are we headed?” You asked, slipping into the copilot seat as the Crest pulled away from the surface of Corvus.
“I was thinking back to Tatooine for a quick pit stop. Stock back up on some rations, top off a few leaks in the Crest before we make the trek all the way to Tython.” He pushed a few buttons as the ship broke through the atmosphere, the dark sky fading into the brilliant void of space in front of you.
“Okay, sounds good,” you nodded, fastening your seatbelt right before he pushed a lever forward and the vibrant streaks of hyperspace surrounded the viewport. “Remind me to….”
When you didn’t continue, Din hit the autopilot button and turned in his chair to see what was going on, the question dying on his tongue when he found you staring with narrowed brows at several pieces of floating fruit coming up through the hatch from the level below.
“I think the gremlin named Grogu is hungry,” you grumbled, though your voice was heavily amused, one eyebrow raising skeptically as you turned to look at Din.
Sure enough, when he looked at the kid, Grogu was reaching out for the nearest fruit as it floated straight into his hands. “Patu!” He cried happily before biting into it ravenously, the remaining floating pieces all dropping to the floor with a thud.
With a heavy sigh you shook your head, a bemused smile tugging up your cheeks as you looked back at Din, his head leaning back against his chair with a gentle thump.
Xxx
Din hammered on the hull of the Crest. “When we got to Corvus, we found the Jedi. She told us the kid's name is Grogu,” he said the name affectionately, pausing his thudding against the durasteel to stare at the hull absently as he continued. “Then she tried to say my wife needed her help too, not just the kid, but-”
Peli fumbled at his words, her tool clanging against the outside of the ship as she attempted to catch it before she dropped her large wrench directly on top of his helmet where he stood below her fixing the Crest.
Din’s hand rose to rub the spot as he twisted his gaze up toward her. “Ow! What was that for?!”
Peli blinked her wide eyes owlishly. “I’m…. I’m sorry. Did…. Did you just….” Her eyelids fluttered as she searched for the right words, her hand resting on her hip as it jutted out to the side. “Did you just call her….” She leaned forward on the scaffolding, bracing on her forearms as she leaned closer to Din. “Your wife?!”
Din took a deep breath in but was stopped when R5 bleeped into the hangar, leading you across the space with animated sounds as you just grinned at it, the little BD droid hopping around your feet excitedly, chirping as it went. Looking up in amusement, you cocked your head to the side as you peered up at your Mandalorian. “What about a wife?” You turned to Peli. “I’m still learning Binary, but I’m pretty sure R5 said ‘wife’.”
Reaching out and lightly kicking the droid with the tip of his boot, Din muttered, “Tattletale.”
It blew a raspberry at him. BD continued to chirp happily as it looked between all three of you.
Peli protested when he nudged the droid, making a face at him before turning to look at you yet again. “Mando said his ‘wife’!” She pointed at him exaggeratedly. Looking back at him with narrowed eyes, her voice lowered. “Explain!”
“You’re worse than the droid,” Din muttered, shaking his head as he peered up at her. Lowering his gaze back down to yours, and finding your brows raised expectantly, he froze. “Uh….” There was a moment of silence before he swerved the conversation into a new line altogether. “I want to train with the spear a bit. Get your saber out.”
Your eyebrows went from raised curiosity to narrowed confusion. “My saber? Din, is that a good idea?”
“I’m in full beskar, and the spear is beskar. If I can fight off a dual blade wielding Jedi like Ahsoka, I can handle you.” His voice turned smug near the end, his weight shifting to one side as his hand rested on his belt.
“Yeah, okay. But I was helping you with her. In this scenario, I’m against you.”
“If you’re scared, mesh’la, just say so.”
Peli’s head had been snapping back and forth between you during the exchange, but she let out a low whistle as she looked forward at Din’s taunt, her droids all bleeping and booping commentary.
Oh, that was low. He knew how to press all your buttons.
“I’m not scared, just…. Concerned. This hangar is like a giant echo chamber. Is it the best idea to have the sound of a saber meeting beskar over and over?”
Din chuckled. “Oh, you think you’re going to land that many hits, do you?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “The droids working on the ship will cover the sound, we’ll be fine.”
“I just need to say,” Peli interjected loudly, still up on the platform, hand held up with one finger extended as if scolding the both of you, “that if you so much as touch my droids with your nonsense,” her eyes narrowed to vicious slits, “you will pay. And I’m not talkin’ credits.”
Both of you stayed silent, looked up at your friend and nodded in understanding.
She grinned broadly, clapping her hands together once and rubbing them together in anticipation. “Then let’s get this show on the road!”
“Some ground rules,” you began, unclipping your saber from your belt before removing the belt altogether as Din tilted his head slightly at you. “No other weapons. No vambraces except to use to block. Hand to hand is okay, but that’s it. Deal?”
“Just the saber and the spear, got it.” He nodded, following your lead and removing his belt, too. When he picked up the spear, he spun it with a flourish, making you roll your eyes. “Ready?”
Igniting your blade, you lowered into a fighting stance and smirked. “Ready.”
Shooting a glance to Peli, you nodded once before turning your eyes back to Din, watching his every move as she signaled her droids to begin some louder repairs. As soon as the excessive banging and whirring began, both you and Din moved toward one another with intent.
Sparks flew as purple kyber met raw beskar, the prolonged contact singing as you both tried to get the upper hand.
You pulled back, circling him.
“Does the Force count as another weapon?”
He scoffed. “Don’t start.”
“What? It’s technically my hand.”
“What do you think?” He never let his back be to you, following you in your circle as he stood in place.
“I think you just don’t like the possibility of this.” With a small swipe of your hand, he was flat on his back, and you launched his way, but when you got there, he was gone.
Blinking a few times, disoriented, you looked around, suddenly lurching forward when a boot on your lower back pushed your forward. Stumbling, you barely avoided face planting in the sand. Rounding on him, you let out an annoyed huff.
“Oh, that’s gotta hurt,” Peli sucked in a breath through her teeth, wincing.
He chuckled. “If you’re going to play dirty, you shouldn’t be afraid of a little sand.”
You groaned, walking back over to him, saber humming at your side. “You have the worst jokes.”
“He really does,” Peli agreed, watching with an arm braced on the railing of the platform, her head resting on her fist. Her droids all chirped a reply.
It continued like this for hours, the dual suns of Tatooine rising and falling in the sky as you clashed and collided, the hum of kyber and beskar meeting a constant low drone in the hangar, the surge of sparks illuminating the growing shadows.
He got the upper hand, like he always seemed to do, and you ended up flat on your back after he used his spear to knock your feet out from under you, sand sticking to the line of sweat down your spine.
Panting, you disengaged your saber, letting your arms collapse and flop into the gritty earth beneath you. As he took the few steps to close the distance left between you, you smirked, staring up at him as he towered over you. “So your wife?”
Din, still panting like you, let out a heavier breath in annoyance, looking away from you and across the hangar. “Don’t.”
“No, I’m not!” You couldn’t help the grin. “Just…. What brought this on?” Your breathing finally started to calm, and you let out a much needed sigh.
It took him a moment to answer, but when he did, he finally looked back down at you. “To be honest…. A bunch of things. But more specifically when you tackled that guard from the roof on Corvus.”
“Oh really?” Your grin turned into a mischievous smirk. “That’s what does it for you?”
He groaned, holding a hand out to you. “Get back up and fight me already.”
“I will if you stay on your feet this time.” You tried to pull him off balance as you took his hand, getting to your feet, but it backfired and he pulled you off balance instead, making you stumble forward.
“Cuyi ulyc,” he teased, turning to face you as he shook his head. “Bid werdla.” (“Be careful.”) (“So stealthy.”)
“Ori’jagyc. Ori’buyce, kih’kovid.” You circled him one more time, looking for an opening. (“Bully. (Lit. “Big man.”) All helmet, no head.”)
He froze. “I’m not a bully. Atin'la gar besbe'trayc.” (“Tenacity/Toughness is your weapon (to success).”)
You groaned. “Don’t you start speaking in riddles like Ahsoka.”
As you mirrored one another once again, forming a large circle in front of the ramp of the Crest, you launched at Din just as the suns set below the lip of the hangar. Your saber met his spear, sparks shooting in all directions, sending the pit droids scattering as the two weapons sang on impact.
“Atiniir,” Din grunted out as he held his ground, trying to push you back any amount he could manage. (“Endure.”)
“Oh, because you’re always a ramikadyc, right?” (A determined, focused person.)
“I do my best,” he pushed you back on the last word, making you spin to keep from stumbling again, your back to him for only an instant, but apparently long enough for him to disappear into thin air.
Turning in circles, searching the hangar, he was nowhere to be found. “This isn’t funny!”
“It wasn’t supposed to be,” you hear right in your ear, making you whirl around with your saber, colliding with his spear once again before he swipes it with a flourish and sends your saber off to the side, the blade disengaging as it clattered to the ground.
Calling it back to you with the Force, it just has time to land in your hand and ignite before the tip of the spear is pointed at your neck, inches away, and you go a little cross eyed looking down at it as you try not to move. Hoping your labored breathing calms down enough that you don’t accidentally take too deep a one and catch the end of the blade from the motion. Your eyes lifted up to his visor.
“Gar parjir,” you whispered. (“You win.”)
“The goal isn’t to win. It’s to cuyanir.” (“Survive.”)
“Can I cuyanir without your spear at my throat, please?” You swallowed roughly, eyeing the beskar as it glinted under the work lights Peli had set up when the suns had disappeared. You disengaged the saber, holding it loosely at your side.
With a simple spin end over end he had the spear back at his side, standing proudly in his hand.
“Ni ceta.” (“Sorry.” (Lit. “I kneel.”))
You blinked and he was down on one knee with his head bowed in either respect or shame, you couldn’t tell which. Dropping to your knees in front of him, your saber forgotten where it fell, you cradled his cheeks, lifting his head up so you could look at him straight on.
“What? No, no, no.” Glancing over to find Peli buried in some repair, you lowered your voice still, looking back at his visor. “Din, I was teasing-”
“No, mesh’la, I took it too far. I got…. Wrapped up in the moment and forgot….” He looked off to the side.
“Hey, hey….” You cooed, slowly turning his focus your way. “Come back to me.” Closing your eyes, you leaned your forehead against his, taking a deep breath before letting it out on a sigh.
“I always come back to you.”
Xxx
Later that night, you stood in Peli’s kitchen, looking for a late night snack before bed when Din came in.
“Mesh’la? What’re you doing?” His voice was low and rough, ready for sleep several hours ago but only just now making his way there.
“Scavenging,” you mumbled, looking through a small pile of miscellaneous foods in a cabinet. “But nothing looks quite right.” Closing the cabinet softly, you turned to face him, finding him leaning against the doorframe. “I think I’ll just have some water.” After you filled a small glass, you leaned against the counter facing him, smirking into your cup as you went to take a sip. “So, your wife, huh?”
Din sighed, his body deflating as he hung his head. “Don't.”
Swallowing, you lowered your glass and gave a small nod, fighting the grin trying to tug up your face. "I'd love to meet her.”
He sighed again, resting his head back against the wall with a soft thud.
Silence hung in the air before you added on a chuckle, "Is she nice?"
Din said nothing, only feeding the silence.
You had a full on grin now. "At least tell me she's pretty."
He still said nothing, but then, lowly, "Nayc. Mesh'la." (“No. Beautiful.”)
Oh, he was good. But you weren’t done teasing. “I know you are but what am I?”
Din turned and walked off after a moment, done with this whole day, waving to you as you laughed.
“Aw, Din, come back! I was only playing!” He turned a corner, out of your sight. “Good night,” you added softly, smiling down at the glass in your hand.
“Good night, mesh’la.”
Snapping your head up, you saw Din peeking his head back around the corner, dipping it once to you when your eyes met his visor, then he was gone again. “Good night, Tin Can.”
I Can Bring You In Warm…. (Din x Reader) - Back To You Drabble
A/N: This is for Dincember 2022 days 20-22, Snowman, Boots, and Decorations. It’s set in the Back To You universe, where? I have no idea…. (Is kinda a continuation of the first few.) This is just fluff and I love it. Though, there is angst, too.
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Maybe like one or two light swear words? Space swearing. Mando’a. Talk of injuries/scars. Tattoos.
Word count: 5,033
Series Masterlist | Dincember 2022 Masterlist
Xxx
“I shouldn’t be long,” Din said, tucking another blaster from the weapons locker into his belt. “I’m just going to get some supplies and the part we need, then I’ll be back. I’ll be gone a day at the most.”
“And if you’re gone longer?” Your voice was small, and you didn’t like it. Staring down at the floor you tapped the toe of your shoe into the ground once, mindlessly working it back and forth as you waited for an answer.
A shadow crossed over you, blocking out the small lights of the main hull, and you felt the cool touch of leather under your chin as he hooked his index finger there. He tilted your head back to look up at him, his visor tilted down to hold your worried gaze as your eyes wandered over the beskar.
“I want you to stay here.” You took a deep breath through your nose, but before you could even open your mouth to protest, he continued. “It’s not safe out there in this weather, especially for the kid. He’s too small, if anything happened, he’d freeze long before you or me, and I’m just not willing to take that risk.” He moved the finger from under your chin to trace along your jaw and up your cheek lightly. “I know you aren’t, either.”
Letting your eyes fall to stare at his chest, you nodded gently.
His hand moved up to cup your cheek, and you leaned into the touch as your eyes fluttered shut. “You have your comm?”
Nodding again, you brought your hand up to place over his, anchoring him to you before he could pull away. “You have one day.” You opened your eyes, steeling your gaze as you peered up into his visor with determination. “If I don’t hear from you after one day, I’m coming after you, so don’t make me do it, Din.”
He nodded after a moment with a sigh. “If I’m comms silent for a whole day, then fine. I’ll admit that probably means something is wrong.”
“Come up with a word, something you can say over the comms so I know to come get you if something goes wrong.”
He chuckled. “Mesh’la, I’m going to a market, not an underground-”
“Din.” Your eyes screwed shut as you tried to stay calm.
“Okay,” he said softly. “If something is wrong and I can’t just tell you,” you rolled your eyes as he spoke pointedly, “I’ll say buruk, which means danger.”
“Buruk. Got it.” You nodded once. “And if everything is fine?”
He sighed. “If everything is fine then everything is fine.”
You hesitated before repeating, “And if everything is fine?”
Letting out a huff, Din’s weight shifted to one leg as he looked absently around the interior of the ship. “If everything is fine, I’ll say mesh’la. That means-”
“I know what that means,” you griped, making him chuckle as you let out a breath of aggravation through your nose. “Din, you call me that all the time, it needs to be something you don’t use so it sticks out.”
“Which is exactly why it’s perfect because everything will be fine.” He reached out and lightly gripped your upper arms, giving them a gentle squeeze. When you kept your arms crossed over your chest and simply glared up at him, he rolled his eyes and let out another huff. “Fine. Naak. Peace.”
“Naak. Buruk. Naak. Got it.” You nodded, giving him a small smile. “Thank you.”
His left hand came back to cradle your face one more time, and again you covered it with your own to keep him there as long as possible.
There were a million things sitting on the tip of your tongue, things to make him laugh, set him at ease before he left. But none of them would come out as you found yourself simply staring up into his visor as he looked down at you.
You almost expected the touch of beskar on your forehead, something he seemed to always do before he left, but the cool touch of metal never came. It was almost a relief, because you weren’t sure you’d be able to let him go if he had. And something in the way he lingered told you he probably wouldn’t have, either.
Taking a few steps back, he pulled away from you slowly, his hand still on your cheek making a slow reluctant drag as he retreated. Your hand over his twisted to hold it tight, knitting your fingers through his and giving a gentle squeeze before you finally had to let go.
“I’ll be back soon,” he said again, voice low and almost believable. “Don’t worry.”
“That’s like asking Tatooine not to be hot, Din.” You let a small smile slip past at his gentle laughter. “Don’t be a hero.”
“That’s like asking this ship not to fall apart,” he teased, pulling the lever to lower the ramp as he tilted his head playfully.
You scoffed, but it quickly melted into soft laughter as you shook your head at him. “At least try?” Shifting your weight from foot to foot, you took a small step towards him before stopping again. “The galaxy will still need help tomorrow.”
“I’ll make sure to make it until then,” his head tilted just a bit further, making your smile grow. “There it is.” Closing the distance between you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tight, just as your hands wound into his cowl like always. “Ni cuyi gar utreekov, partayli?” (“I am your idiot, remember?”)
“Ni kar'tayli. Ni kar'tayli gar. Gar cuyi ner kar'ta, partayli?” You smiled as he leaned his forehead against yours, somehow getting impossibly closer still. (“I know. I know you. You are my heart, remember?”)
“Shi par gar.” His voice was low, vibrating out of his chest and into yours. (“Only for you.”)
“It’s the idiot part that worries me,” smirking, you stared at his chest as you spoke, giving his cowl a tug before looking up through your lashes into the T of his visor.
“Even an idiot knows to come back when their aliit are waiting for them.” He pressed his forehead more firmly to yours, making your eyes flutter shut. “Keep an eye on the kid. He gets rambunctious when there is snow. I’ll be as quick as I can.” His voice had lost some of its warmth, had gained a hint of pain in its place, and it seemed hard for him to even speak. (“Family.”)
“I will guard him with my life.” You brought a hand to cradle the cheek of his helmet as he pulled his head back to look at you. “There will be no cookie shenanigans under my watch.” Narrowing your eyes, you winked at him. “Well, maybe a few.” He chuckled. “You sure you don’t want me to wake him up so you can say goodbye?”
“No, he won’t even notice I’m gone.”
“Din, you're basically his father. Of course he will.”
“He has you. He’ll be so distracted, it’s only a day. He’ll be fine.” As he backed away from you, cold blasted up the ramp on a gust of wind, and without him in front of you to block it, it rolled over you like a frozen wave.
It made you feel his absence even stronger, everything a little more dull without him around. Watching as his figure got smaller and smaller the further he went, you leaned against the edge of the open hatch to keep you upright. The biting wind didn’t bother you now, in fact you hardly felt it. The growing, gnawing, sinking feeling in your gut took its place, and consumed you from the inside out.
The silence of the ship suddenly felt deafening when you could no longer see him on the horizon, the last small glint off his beskar catching a small ray of sun that broke through the clouds for just a moment before it too disappeared.
Closing the ramp to try and seal in some warmth for the days ahead, you turned and slowly made your way back into the ship. Standing in the middle of the empty hull, you worried your thumbnail between your teeth as you stared absently at the floor. The silence felt suffocating, almost loud enough to be its own voice, whispering words of failure in your ear as your mind swirled.
You tried to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of your brain that something was going to go wrong. It usually did. But it wouldn’t this time. You don’t know that. I can hope. But you don’t know. Shut up, brain.
With a determined huff, you climbed up the ladder into the cockpit to finish some wiring Din had been grumbling about since three planets back. Smiling just a bit, you adjusted your gloves before you rifled through the toolbox.
He’s gonna be so happy this is done when he gets back….
The smile began to slip when your brain decided to chip in.
If he gets back.
You huffed again, sitting on the floor of the cockpit and leaning under the console.
When.
Xxx
The hours came and went. You tried your best to fill them. The panel was fixed.
Something is wrong.
The kid had been fed and was playing quietly on the lower level.
You should have heard something by now.
Your vambraces were freshly polished, all their features tuned and ready for the next time they were needed.
He said he’d check in.
The ration packs had been organized and put away, minus the one the kid had snuck off with.
Just go after him already!
Setting the tool down with an unnecessary clatter, you looked at the ramp with determination, eyes flicking over the lever that stood between you and the planet. For once you and your brain agreed. Like it or not, you were going to go after him, consequences be damned.
You were just getting to your feet when a small noise stopped you.
“Patu?”
Looking down to your left, you saw the child ambling up to you slowly, eyes wide and curious.
“Don’t worry, kid. You’re coming with me. We won’t go too far. I just need to make sure he’s safe.” You almost said alive, but didn’t want to scare the child. And frankly, you didn’t want to scare yourself, either.
Bundling up with every layer you had, wrapping the child in as many blankets as you could find and holding him close to your chest, you pulled the lever to lower the ramp. Staggering backwards when a gust of wind rolled into the space, you glared at the blinding tundra in front of you, willing it to try and stand in your way.
“I’m coming, Din.” You looked down at the kid. “We both are.” Finding the beginning of the trail his boots had left in the snow, you grinned. “Just you wait.”
Every ounce of eagerness you had quickly dissipated when the trail stopped short, his footfalls suddenly covered in a fresh layer of snow. “No. No, no, no, no!” You turned in a circle looking frantically for any sign of them, but all that happened was you got turned around in the world of white, nearly losing sight of the Crest far behind you.
“Dank farrik!” You hissed, biting your lip as you looked around again frantically. “Din, where are you?”
Turning to head back to the ship, deciding to wait the storm out before trying to look again, you stopped after a few steps, cocking your head to the side as the kid did the same in your arms. You thought you heard it on the wind, it’s so faint.
“Mesh’la….”
Looking over your shoulder where you had just come from, you saw a figure drawing nearer, arms laden with items that are covered in snow, and the being themselves covered head to toe in the white powder as they walked headfirst into the storm.
“Mesh’la….”
“Din….”
Your eyes went wide when you realized, and you high stepped through the deep snow to get to him. “What in the hell happened?! Are you okay? Kriff, Din, you scared the hell out of me!”
“Mes-s-s-h’la, s-s-stop t-t-t-talking,” he said through chattered teeth, his body wracked with violent shivers. “I’m-m f-f-fine.”
“You didn’t call,” you protested as you slipped some of the bags off his left shoulder, putting them on your own before putting his arm around your shoulders to support him, the child secured to your front with your right arm.
“B-b-but-t I’m-m t-telling y-you n-now, everyt-thing is f-fine, m-mesh’la. T-that’s w-what I said-d I w-w-would s-say. M-m-mesh’l-la.”
Letting out a groan, you rolled your eyes as you both trudged through the snow. “You’re impossible. I’m not going to argue with you now, but later…. Oh later, we are going to have words. Many of them. Mostly from me.”
“C-c-can’t-t w-wait-t-t,” he chuckled.
Xxx
Walking up the ramp, you turned to him. “What’s that you always said to your bounties? ‘I can bring you in warm’….”
“D-d-don’t….” He groaned, rolling his head slightly at what he knew was coming.
“….‘or I can bring you in cold’,” you finished, grinning up at him. “You didn’t have to take it so literally, Din.”
He hung his head, groaning yet again, gently shaking his head.
“Oh, come on. You know I’m funny.”
As soon as you all were up the ramp of the Crest again, you sealed it up tight. “Don’t move,” you said hurriedly to Din, opening the bunk and placing the child inside. “You, too. Stay in here, kid.”
He tilted his head at you in the mass of blanket still wrapped around him and let out a questioning squawk.
You held up a finger close to his face after you hurriedly dropped the supplies you’d taken from Din next to the bunk. “I mean it.” You narrowed your brows, bouncing the finger slightly. “Don’t move, kid.” As you began to pull your jacket off quickly, your face melted as your voice softened. “Please.”
The child plopped back to sit in his mess of blankets still around him, looking up at you a little defiantly but offering a soft coo you took as agreement.
“Thank you,” you breathed, letting your eyes close for only a moment before you sprung back into action. “Din….” turning, you found him right where you left him, standing in the middle of the hull, still shivering violently as the snow began to melt into a puddle at his feet. “We need to get you out of your armor and your base layer, or you’re going to get hypothermia.”
You saw his shoulders go even stiffer than they already were from the cold at the mention of his armor.
“I don’t have to look, Din. I don’t want to break your creed, but if you don’t get out of that soon, that’s going to be the least of your worries.” Closing the few feet left between you, you removed the last satchels from his arms, setting them on a nearby crate. Once you were back in front of him, you set your hands on his chest. “Just tell me what to do. You’re still shaking too much to do it effectively. You’ll end up bumping your whistling birds or whipcord and then we’ll have a whole other problem.” You chuckled softly, hearing a small huff of laughter through his modulator. “Plus, I just fixed a lot of panels, and if you break them again, so help me….”
You were teasing, just trying to distract him, and from the way his shoulders finally seemed to drop, the tension melting out of them, it was working. Fiddling with the fastener on his glove, you looked up into his visor with a raised brow in question. When he finally nodded, you began undoing what you could. The gloves, then the vambraces, all forming a neat pile on a nearby crate.
They were soon joined by his pauldrons, chest plate, along with the rest of his armor, except his helmet, as he told you how to remove them through chattering teeth, helping when he could.
Without the extra layer of armor, his wet flightsuit began to make him shiver more violently again. Enough that he could barely speak.
You jogged over to the bunk, kicking yourself for not thinking of it sooner, and grabbing the only dry pair of clothing you could find. Extending it to him, you closed your eyes. “Din, just take off the helmet and your clothes, trade me. You can put the helmet right back on. I’ll try and find another blanket since there’s not a shirt- where the kriff is everything?! Dank farrik!”
“Hey,” his voice was low and quiet as his forehead came to softly lean against yours. His bare hand came to rest on your arm, shaking slightly as the rest of him still shook from the cold. “Mesh’la, b-breathe. It’s okay. T-t-thank you.”
You gasped slightly at the touch. “Din! Your hands are like ice!” You shoved the pants closer to him, taking a step back as you did. “Do it now, you stubborn tin can.”
You heard rustling as he laughed, the sound going from modulated to not making your breath hitch. “Am-m I s-still-l-l a t-t-tin can-n with o-out t-the b-b-beskar-r?” The clothes were lifted softly from your hand, replaced with the wet ones, and all you felt was relief.
Turning so your back was to him, you opened your eyes, looking for that blanket you’d promised. “Always.” You tossed the wet clothes onto the floor out of the way. Going over to the bunk, you pulled his blanket from there, smiling down at the kid who had drifted off to sleep, snoring softly. “Tin can is a state of mind.”
His laughter without the helmet was doing funny things to your head, and you smiled as you turned back around, eyes closed tightly, as you offered the blanket.
The hiss of his helmet sealing back in place made your stomach drop slightly. It was a shame he had to hide from the world. Every part of him deserved to walk in the sun.
Opening your eyes, he stood there in just a pair of simple black pants and his helmet, still shivering slightly. Closing the last steps between you, you opened the blanket, draping it over his shoulders.
When you came to close it at his front, you realized the markings you’d completely overlooked in your haste to get him warm again. “I…. I didn’t know you had tattoos.”
“I-it’s part of t-the tin can s-state of m-mind,” he joked, his shivering calming down slightly.
You hesitated, taking a step back to get a better look, looking up into his visor. “Can I?”
He nodded, sitting on a nearby crate with a groan, while you sat on the floor in front of him, watching him patiently as he began to explain each piece of art decorating his skin. “What do you want to know?”
Interspersed among the art were jagged scars, lines left from sutures, or a burn mark.
Eyes dancing over the newly revealed ink, your voice came out soft. “Do they all have a meaning?”
“Most of them. Some of them are just to help cover some nastier scars.”
Your eyes flicked up to his visor. “Do you not like them?”
He sighed. “Some of them I don’t want to remember how I got them. When…. When I was younger, I didn’t always do the right thing. I did what I had to. Wasn’t always the best. I wish I could forget some of that.”
“So you cover it up with something that’s a better choice to you?” It was a statement more than anything.
He nodded. “Something I’d rather see than a scar, yeah.”
There was no rhyme nor reason to the assembly of ink across his skin, each image its own separate thing, but somehow it all blended together into something almost ancient. Like stories drawn on cave walls to keep them safe for future generations. Each told its own tale, and tracing each line with your eyes, you wanted to know every detail.
His whole torso wasn’t covered, just strategically placed splashes of black ink, some at interesting angles, some swooping further across, patterns, lone images, they all appeared to be something old, tribal in nature, and somehow made you think of Mandalorians.
They came down his arms, identical twins on each limb, only one had the raised flesh of a scar hidden underneath. Parts of his upper arms then his forearms, almost like vambraces. Here and there you saw the little lines of broken skin tucked away under the artwork.
Leaning to your side, you peered around his back as he twisted slightly to help you see better, lowering the blanket slightly, and you saw they continued around. Most of those contained the hidden scars, the raised flesh blended seamlessly into the dark ink.
Sitting back in front of him, he tugged the blanket back over his shoulders, pulling it tighter around him as he shivered slightly.
You got to your feet, heading for the crate with the rations. “I’m going to make you soup. Should have done that in the first place. Hold tight for just a minute.”
“Mesh’la, I’m fine, don’t-”
You rounded on him, waving a finger like you had at the child. “Don’t, Din. Please. Let me take care of you.” You turned back to finish the ration, working in silence, until you brought it back over to him, sitting back at his feet. Handing it to him slowly, he took it from your hands gently. “Careful. It’s hot.”
“Thank you,” he murmured, sitting back on the crate with a sigh, letting the hot cup warm his hands.
When you went to lower your arms back to your lap, something on your vambrace caught on his pants, snagging the fabric over his knee and ripping it when you tried to pull away and inspect what was happening. “Oh my- What the- I just-” You froze, staring at the thin black string that connected your armor to his leg before your face tilted up to stare at his visor, wide eyed.
Suddenly you both burst out laughing, Din setting his cup down on the crate beside him before reaching down to untangle the mess as you winced in embarrassment.
“I don’t know how that happened. I even tuned these while you were away, polished them, too. How did I….” The string gone, you pulled your arm back to peer at the underside where it had caught, finding a screw loose, sticking out ever so slightly. “It appears I have a screw loose….” Your face fell flat, and you turned a preemptive glare up at Din’s visor. “Not one word, Mandalorian. Not. One.”
He held his hands up in surrender, but you didn’t miss the small snickers he couldn’t contain crawling through his modulator, his shoulders shaking slightly in an effort to rein them in. Leaning forward, his forehead came to rest softly against yours for just a moment before he pulled back reluctantly. He picked the soup up and cradled it in his hands, holding it close to his chest for the warmth it offered.
“So, what is that one from?” You asked after a moment, pointing to a jagged scar on his left forearm.
“Lucky bounty got a break. Then he got dead.”
Your shock didn’t last long, it melted into snickers as you stared at the scar then looked up at the T of his visor in amusement.
“And that one?” You pointed to one on his right hip.
He groaned, shifting his weight at the memory. “A Wookie bounty bodychecked me, had a hidden dagger, but didn’t quite get it all the way out. Only went deep enough to scar, didn’t do any major damage. Probably wouldn’t have even left a mark if I hadn’t had to stitch it myself here on the ship after I turned him in and collected the credits. But,” he shrugged, “I’m under armor ninety nine percent of the time, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal.”
You smirked. “So that’s why you covered it with a tattoo? Of a….” Your eyes drifted slowly back up to his visor, unamused. “Is that a bullseye?”
“I thought it was ironic.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Plus, it fit the shape of the- Don’t judge me!”
You scoffed. “I’m not!”
“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed teasingly, disengaging the lock on his helmet to tilt it back.
Darting your eyes away quickly, you stared at the panel across the way you had been working on earlier as you heard him blow on the soup. “I fixed the panel under the console you’ve been complaining about.”
He hummed around the lip of the cup as he nursed the soup, the sound of his unmodulated voice always so much deeper than you were expecting for some reason. “Good,” he sighed, lowering the helmet back down, the lock hissing as it reengaged. “Thank you.”
Looking up at his helmet and smiling softly, your eyes fell to another scar, and you smirked before pointing. “That one?”
“Blaster shot. Vibroblade. Joyriding Jawa - Don’t ask.” He named off each reason as you pointed to a new scar, you didn’t even have to ask.
You pointed to one on his knee, peeking out from the new tear, and he hesitated, his shoulders rising and falling with a resigned breath, his helmet tilting to the side as he spoke. “That….” He sighed. “I got that right before….” His voice caught in his chest, and he cleared his throat, swallowing roughly before he tried to continue.
You watched the motion of his bare throat, fidgeting in your seat when you realized, eyes falling to your lap before coming back to rest on his visor.
“I was nine. The other kids were playing on the edge of town, and I wanted to meet up with them. On the way there, I tripped and fell.”
“Over what?” You don’t know why you asked, your face just as surprised as his soft chuckle in response.
“Probably thin air. I wasn’t always the epic bounty hunter, you know.”
You scoffed, leaning back on your palms. “I find that hard to believe.”
“I was just a normal kid. Anyway, I tripped and…. And my dad happened to see. He immediately came to scoop me up, take me home. I kept insisting I was fine and could still go play, even as I was crying. He just softly said, ‘I know, son. I know. You’re so brave,’ while he smiled at me. My mom cleaned me up and took care of the scrape. Told me, ‘You have to be more careful, Din. Gravity can be out to get you sometimes.’ And I finally smiled for the first time since I fell.”
His voice was soft, almost distant.
Reaching up a hand slowly, you hovered it over the scar as you looked up at him with a gentle tilt of your head in question.
After a moment, he gave a small nod, letting out a long breath.
Resting your hand softly over the old wound, you traced it with your thumb, back and forth, wanting to learn every line. Leaning forward, you placed a soft kiss to the scar, making his breath hitch, before pulling back to look at it again, keeping your hand on his knee.
“Your parents did an amazing job. They raised an amazing son. And I see you doing the same with the kid.” Bringing your other hand to rest on his knee, you set your chin on them both, looking up into his visor from your spot on the floor with a grin. “And I think it’s kriffing stupid to be ashamed of your scars. They tell your story, Din. Each one brought you closer to me, and made you who you are. I wouldn’t change that for anything.”
“Mesh’la….”
“No, Din.” You pulled back slightly to look up at him a little better. “You can not like them, I understand that, believe me, I do. But they are very much a part of you, and….” Your eyes danced over the features of his helmet, not landing on one spot for too long as the words sat on the tip of your tongue. Finally they decided to come out just above a whisper while your eyes landed on his visor. “And I love every part of you. Every single part.”
Din leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest softly against yours. He didn’t say anything in response, he only stared at you, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
I think you broke him.
Smiling at your brain’s helpful- for once- dialogue, your eyes shot open wide before you got to your feet. “Oh! I remember where your clothes are! I moved them while you were out. I moved everything. I was very bored.” Turning to face him again, you scrunched up your face. “Please don’t leave me alone again, if you can help it. It’s so boring. I mean, I love the kid, don’t get me wrong, but….” You turned to the crate you’d put all of his stuff in, digging out his black sweater and a black long sleeved shirt, tossing him the latter as you went back to your spot on the floor. “It’s not the same.”
As you pulled the sweater over your head, you heard his helmet disengage again, so you closed your eyes as you finished pulling it on.
“Do I not get to actually wear my sweater, even now when I may freeze to death?” His amused tone made you grin, your eyes opening at the hiss of the seal to find his helmet tilted to the side as he looked at you.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Besides, I don’t even think you own a sweater. This old thing?” You pinched the seam over your shoulder, pulling it up slightly to reference it with a grin. “This is mine.”
Carry You With Me (Din x Reader) - Back To You Drabble
A/N: This is for Dincember 2022 days 23-25, Ribbon, Love, and Holiday. It’s set in the Back To You universe, where? I have no idea…. (Is kinda a continuation of the first few.) This is just fluff and I love it. I had a lot of fun coming back to these characters. There are parts of this that won’t make complete sense if you haven’t read Part 6 of Back To You, but you can, in theory, read it as a stand alone.
A/N 2: This is the last drabble for Dincember 2022. I have had an absolute blast writing all of these, and reached my goal of incorporating every day somehow. I hope you all enjoyed them as much as I did writing them. Merry Christmas! (And happy holidays!)
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Maybe like one or two light swear words? Space swearing. Mando’a. Typical show violence.
Word count: 7,568 (I regret nothing.)
Series Masterlist | Dincember 2022 Masterlist
Xxx
“We need to do some repairs,” Din said, facing the console as he fiddled with some buttons. When you didn’t respond immediately, he flicked a switch on the far side with a small flourish.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was trying to avoid your gaze…. You narrowed your eyebrows as you studied the back of his helmet. “Okay….” You drug out the word suspiciously. “Didn’t we just fix everything on-”
“No,” he cut you off simply, hesitating, his hand hovering over the console before it resumed his mindless attention to seemingly nothing. “Something else broke,” he finally offered weakly.
You raised one brow before you turned your focus out the viewport in front of you. “Fine.” Arms crossed over your chest, you settled back into your seat, letting your eyes drift shut as a small smile twisted up your cheek. “I miss Peli, anyway.”
Peeking one eye open, you saw Din take in a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion as he let it out on a heavy sigh. Rolling your eyes, you let your head rest against the seat, sleep coming not far behind.
Xxx
When you woke up, the ship was orbiting Tatooine, the large ball of sand filling the viewport.
Stretching in your seat with a groan, you yawned as you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes. “That was fast.”
“You’ve been asleep for hours.” Din’s amused voice drifted to you from his spot in the pilot's seat, and you blinked to try and see him through the haze of sleep still heavy on your mind.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize I was so tired. I guess that’s what happens when you get older….” Rolling your head where it rested against the seat, you turned to look at the kid with a lazy grin. “You’re older than both of us. Tell me, little one, is that just a sign of age?”
His answer was a series of babbles and gurgles from where he stood on his chair, which you nodded to emphatically at times that seemed appropriate. “Ah. I see. Well, I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
“Did you actually understand him?” Din turned in his seat to face you as the ship began the landing process automatically.
You rolled your head to face him with a grin. “You heard him! He said I’m always right and you should always listen to me because I’m wise and brilliant.”
“Eh?” The child tilted his head at you, his already wrinkled brow furrowed in confusion.
“No, I think he said that I am the smart one here.”
“Eh? Patu!” The kid turned his head to Din, the wrinkle of confusion even deeper.
Looking between the two of you, he let out a mighty huff, plopping back to sit in his chair with what you swore was a roll of his eyes as he focused on his ball.
Xxx
The ship touched down in hangar 3-5 easily, dust kicking up as you peered through the viewport, smiling when you saw Peli looking up at the Crest through a squint, her hand shielding her eyes from the suns.
“Ad’ika, guess who we’re about to see….” You turned to the child with an exaggerated whisper, grin spreading wider at his squeal of sheer excitement. (“Little one.”)
He started to try and squirm down out of his seat, making Din let out a soft huff of laughter. “Easy, kid. She’s not going anywhere. Her droids would pitch a fit….”
“Oh, yeah. Her droids.” Hands on your hips, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “It has nothing to do with you liking that she’s on a backwater, out of the way, Outer Rim oasis? Easier for you to come in and out of undetected?”
“I mean, that’s a plus for sure, but she most definitely isn’t staying because of me.” He stood up from his seat, tilting his head at you, his weight easy and relaxed on one side, his leg bent casually. “Have you met her?”
Rolling your eyes, you scooped up the child just before he could start down the open hatch to the lower level, ignoring his indignant squawk as he squirmed in your arms.
“I’m just saying that…. Kid?” Both of you turned your attention down to the flailing green creature secured in your grasp, frustrated little grunts the only sound in the cockpit as he tried to push out of your embrace. “Is there a problem, ad’ika?”
With an exasperated huff, he just turned a weary look up your way, scowling as he began to jabber nonsense emphatically.
Nodding after a long run on sentence of gibberish, you fought the smile trying to break through. “Okay. Got it.”
“What did he say this time?” Din snorted in amusement.
“No idea,” you smirked, both laughing softly when the child let out a heavy sigh and went slack against your hold, giving up the fight. “Aw, sorry, buddy. Soon. Soon you’ll be talking our ears off, I know it.”
Turning, you made your way down the ladder to the lower level, Din dropping down after you.
“Where’s my womp rat?”
The voice echoed around the empty ship from the bottom of the ramp, the chitter of pit droids coloring in the background as the kid’s ears perked up at the sound.
He looked up at you excitedly before turning back towards the ramp, leaning ever so slightly forward in your arms. Making your way to the top of the ramp, the child gasped softly when Peli came into view.
“There he is!” She was beaming. Her voice softened, like she was telling a secret. “Hello, bright eyes!” Extending her arms toward him as you descended the ramp, she made grabby hands as she said, “Give me. Gimme, gimme, gimme.” R5 blurted an annoyed sound, making her send it a sideways glare. “Yeah, yeah, hush. You know I love you, too.” Focusing back on the kid now in her arms, she smiled softly again. “But this one is my favorite.” The droid made a sound that sounded like blowing a raspberry before it wheeled off in a hurry, bleeping and blooping away.
Peli snapped her head toward the droid after the fourth or fifth chirp. “Oh, that’s nice. You save all the best words for when we have visitors, don’t ya?” Rolling her eyes, she focused back on your little party as the droid let out a final whoop before it disappeared around a corner on the far side of the hangar.
“I need that part,” Din said, straight to the point, making you huff.
“Hi, Peli. Good to see you, too,” you said pointedly, shooting him a look as you wrapped your friend in a quick hug, careful not to also squish the child.
She laughed softly, releasing you after a moment and waving her hand dismissively. “It’s okay, I’m used to it. This is actually a step up, believe it or not.”
“Oh, I believe it.” You cast him a sideways glance before rolling your eyes.
Din looked between the two of you for a long moment. “The part?” His visor stayed on you with a slight tilt when you let out a heavy sigh.
“Ah, yes, the part.” Venturing into her workshop, Peli called for you over her shoulder. “Why don’t you help me out with this one. Might be helpful to know how to in the future.”
You followed her, but knit your brows in confusion. “Oh, I’m not a mechanic-”
“You can do wiring though, right?” She picked through a bin, her whole arm disappearing in its depths as she searched for something specific.
“Yeah….” You watched a wheel she tossed mindlessly behind her roll past you across the floor.
With a cry of triumph, she pulled a complicated looking mechanism out of the bin, holding it high by her head as she turned to face you with a smile. “Then this will be easier than winning a pod race blindfolded.”
You blinked. “That sounds-”
She nodded. “Hard. This is going to be hard. I just wanted to sound optimistic.” A grimace worked its way up her face, one of her pit droids twiddling its hands nervously by her side as it looked between the three of you.
A gentle touch on your elbow drew your attention away, and up to the visor that always seemed to already be fixed on you before you could look. “I’ve got to go to the market, anyway, mesh’la. Why don’t you help her, it’ll go twice as fast that way.”
You turned to face him fully, hands going to your hips while your eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I feel like you’re trying to get rid of me….”
He scoffed, answering much too quickly, which was answer enough. “Don’t be an idiot.”
Grinning, you crossed your arms over your chest, head tilting to the side as you waited only long enough to make him squirm before you responded. “It’s hard when I’m around one all the time. It rubs off. Contagious.”
Shaking his head, Din turned to leave the hangar. “You think you’re so funny,” he mumbled under his breath.
“I know I am!” You called after him, laughing when he waved your comment off without turning around.
Xxx
Din quickly walked through the market, people keeping a wide berth as usual. He didn’t mind. It made things faster.
He smelled the booth before he saw it. The smell of sweets permeating the air. His stomach rumbled at the thought, his mouth watering as they came into sight, but he had things to do first. There’d be plenty of time to indulge later.
As he approached the sweets vendor, she startled slightly, and he apologized.
“No, don’t be sorry!” She reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I just didn’t expect to see you again! Not in a place like this.” He tilted his head in question, and she smiled softly. “You and your friend are too good for this place. Souls like the two of you don’t last long here. Not that I mind having you around, I just don’t want to see this place chew you up and spit you out like it has the rest of us.”
Din sighed in understanding. “We’ve already been through and to the other side of that process, just not here.”
Her eyes grew sad. “I’m sorry to hear that. But sometimes that doesn’t break a person, like it usually would.” She put a hand on his chest plate. “Some people are made like your armor. Strong. Tough. They endure.” A lopsided smirk climbed up her face. “And sometimes they are lucky enough to find each other.” She chuckled softly. “Together? Well, you know there isn’t much of anything that can break beskar.” She rapped her knuckles on his pauldron. “Only a weapon of the same steel could pierce that. At the same time, bringing the same steel together can only make it stronger.” She smiled. “Be careful what you forge as you walk through the fires.”
What was it about Tatooine that all the wisest people he met seemed to congregate here? All he could do was nod as he stared at the woman, absorbing what she had said. Before he could flounder for a response that might distract him further off topic, he remembered why he came here.
“I’m looking for the girl we got the scarf for last time. Sola. Have you seen her?”
The old lady smiled fondly. “She comes by everyday to say hi. Sweet girl. She should be here by now.” Worry clouded her features as she began to glance around the different stalls, searching for the familiar face.
A commotion behind Din drew his attention across the street to the stall where the scarf had come from. ….Where the di'kut worked. The or'dinii was yelling at a young girl walking past. “I told you not to come back here!” He stepped closer to her, his voice lowering to something sinister. “Or do I need to remind you?” (“Idiot.”) (“Moron.”)
“Utreekov,” Din hissed under his breath. (“Fool.”/Lit. “Emptyhead.”)
The girl just continued to walk past, her head down, until she turned toward the sweets stand, lifting her gaze right before she ran straight into Din. “It’s you,” she whispered so softly he barely heard it.
He saw red. He was already livid that another girl was being treated this way, but Sola? Being treated that way again? By the same-
“I told you to leave her alone.” He was across the street and in the man’s face before he’d fully processed how he felt or what he was going to do. His voice stayed calm, however, deceivingly calm to anyone just passing by. “Or do I need to jog your memory?” The man swallowed roughly as his eyes darted down to Din’s hand on his blaster, but then his eyes darted up to the visor and he scoffed, turning to walk away, only to freeze when Din spoke again, his voice even lower now. “Don’t make me repeat myself…. Again. You won’t like it.”
Turning to cross the street, Din was prepared to leave it alone after that, but the man started to laugh, making Din slow to a stop, his shoulders rising and falling in a heavy sigh as the man spoke to his back.
“I thought I told you never to come back here, Mando.”
The man suddenly found himself laid out flat on the ground, looking up at the bright, blue sky as he let out a cough. Trying to get his bearings after a moment, his eyes landed on the Mandalorian towering over him by his feet.
“And I thought I told you to stop being an asshole.”
“There’s no bounty on me. This is against guild policy, it has to be!” He spit the words angrily up at the Mandalorian, trying to get back on his feet, but Din was too fast, and quickly laid him out again.
“Never said there was. This is personal. You just annoy me.” The man tried to get up again, but Din put a foot on his chest, applying just enough pressure to make it difficult to breathe. “Now. I need a few things. And you’re gonna supply them for me.” He tilted his head as he looked down at the man. “Free of charge.”
The vendor grunted, gritting his teeth as he tried to remove Din’s boot, before finally giving up with a loud huff and nodding his agreement.
“Sola,” Din called over his shoulder. “I need your help for a minute.” He looked back down at the vendor. “I’m a bit busy dealing with the trash.”
Xxx
As they walked back to Sola’s house after gathering a few items, Din explained what was going on.
“….and I was hoping you could help me with the whole thing.”
She nodded eagerly up at him. “Absolutely! I’ve wondered if I’d ever see her again ever since you both left!” Looking down, she kicked at the sand as they walked in silence. “I’m sorry for that man.”
“Kaysh mirsh solus.” (“He's an idiot.”/Lit. “His brain cell is lonely.”)
“What does that mean?”
Din laughed at the way she scrunched up her face in confusion. “He’s an idiot. Don’t worry about it. He got what was coming to him.”
The two of them stepped up to the front of her little home, and she paused, staring at the door for a long moment before looking up into his visor. “Still. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” When she turned back toward the door, he added under his breath, “It was kinda fun.”
Sola waved her hand over the pad by the doorway, making the door open with a hiss. She paid no mind to Din as he hovered on the threshold behind her, watching her bustle around the house gathering this and that.
“Mom, dad, I’m home!” She shoved a few things in a satchel, pausing in thought before she took an item out and put it back, grabbing something else and shoving it in the bag earnestly before moving on to another pile of things. “I have to go back out. My friends are visiting again, and I need to help plan a party!" Her voice went up on the end, Din wincing at the slight squeal, wondering briefly how he could weaponize that because that would bring some to their knees with that pitch.
Looking a bit further into the house, Din noticed a man standing in a doorway near the back, and a woman sitting in a chair at a nearby table, both frozen and staring wide eyed at the Mandalorian that had been revealed on the other side of their door, hovering at their threshold. Their eyes darted nervously, looking between beskar and child anxiously, their wide eyes reminding him of some bird-like creatures he’d come across once or twice. They shared a look of trepidation before their eyes danced back over his armor yet again.
Sola, ever the astute child, noticed this, letting out a huff as she looked between all three adults and put her hand on her hip. "He's in love with the lady who gave me the scarf.” She spoke in a tone that should have been beyond her years, the obvious hint and dry sarcasm dripping off every word made Din want to roll his eyes. Her voice softened over the next words, and Din shifted his weight as he realized that day had a much bigger impact on her than he realized. “They got the vendor to leave us alone.”
Her parents’ features softened slightly, studying the Mandalorian now with more curiosity than open fear.
“It's an important day for her, and he wants to get her something special, then give it to her tonight across town over at, um....” She looked at Din with a furrowed brow. “Where is it again?"
Din chuckled softly, smiling under his helmet, amused at her antics. She reminded him of you. “Hangar 3-5.”
Her eyes flew open wide. "Oh yeah! You promised I could see your ship!”
Her parents’ eyes went wide again as they shared another look.
“Got my ribbons…. I've been collecting them for years. Have to save up a lot to get them.” She stared at them in her hands fondly. “We can decorate the outside of the ship-”
Both of her parents piped up, overlapping one another, “Sola-” “Sweetheart-”
Din cut in, choosing his words carefully. “I promise, she will be completely safe with me. With us.” Her parents didn’t look convinced. “I'll walk her home myself when everything is over. My.... My friend really loves your daughter, they grew very attached on our last visit, and it would mean a lot if she could see her again. It would only be your daughter and my, er.... Son, along with the owner of the hangar, who's a good friend, that's it. Completely safe.” He hoped stumbling over the words hadn’t botched the whole thing. He was really and truly out of his element here. But he’d do it all again for you.
Sola's dad walked forward, staring Din in the visor with a grim look, making Din straighten his spine before he offered his hand to shake. “Thank you for watching out for our little girl.”
Din let out a heavy sigh of relief, shaking the man’s hand, laughing softly when the beginnings of a smile started climbing the man’s face. He offered a single nod as he looked at her mother still sitting in the chair, who returned the gesture with a similar grin.
“It's nothing. She didn't deserve to be treated the way that piece of bantha shi-” Din stopped short, looking over at Sola before he continued, “That idiot was treating her.”
Sola whispered to her mom loudly, over dramatically, a wide grin on her face. “I told you he was nice.”
“I can see that, Sola,” her mom mused quietly, eyes darting conspiratorially towards Din.
Din chuckled. “Would you want to join us for the party?” He looked at her mom. “Maybe you could help set up the, er.... Ribbons? That's not exactly my strong suit.”
Her parents chuckled, nodding, a feeling of ease finally settling over the room, making Din let out a relieved sigh.
Her dad looked at her affectionately, before turning back to the Mandalorian. “We'd love to.”
Sola shoved the ribbons into her mom's arms, making the woman let out a gentle huff of air as she fumbled the mass of colored cloth. “Here, take these, then. We gotta go get some other things first.” She narrowed her eyes at Din, as if speaking of highly sensitive material. “We're on a mission.”
Din nodded. “A very important one.” He stepped back to the side, light from Tatooine’s dual suns pouring into the room now that he no longer blocked the doorway. “Come on, verd'ika,” he held out his hand for her, nodding once more to her parents as she grabbed an empty satchel and charged his way excitedly, grabbing his hand. “We have work to do.” (“Little soldier.”)
Xxx
Din had left Sola with the sweets vendor while he went to get the kid to help pick out the last thing they needed.
“Oh, you’re back!” You said happily, wiping your brow as you straightened your spine, having been hunched over a table working on the complicated part. Your eyes moved up and down his armor once before your brow quirked in question. “….Without any of the supplies you went to get.”
“I need the kid to help me get them,” he answered honestly, if not somewhat timidly.
“Okay,” you drug out the word, both brows raised as you turned your attention back to the part.
Din hovered for only a minute before he turned and practically ran out of the hangar and back to the booth.
He grimaced as the two tiny members of his party chose the pastry. It was huge and sugary, and sure it was free because the vendor remembered you and said their credits are no good here, and she’s even throwing in some extras for the kids and Din. But surely it's a new form of torture he can implement, giving people something so sweet it makes them sick. He can only imagine how incredibly effective it would be, watching the kid and Sola practically drool over it as it’s packed away.
Glancing across the street, purely for curiosity, he meets the gaze of the other vendor. The man has the audacity to stand up straighter, puff out his chest challengingly, and smirk at Din.
“I think we need something else, too.” Din said after a moment, making his way over to the booth, feigning interest in something on display. “I just want to be sure you understood.”
“You don’t scare me.” The obviously very scared vendor sneered.
Turning his focus to the man, Din tilted his head just slightly. “Well, that’s your mistake.”
A short while later Din crossed back over to the booth where Sola looked on with the sweet old lady and the kid, final item in hand.
“I think that’s everything,” he mused quietly, glancing over all the items. “Let’s head over to the hangar.”
“Remember what I said, Mando.”
Looking at the old woman, he nodded when she rapped her knuckle on his beskar like she had before. Turning, he followed after Sola, who was carrying the kid, for a few steps, before he stopped, turning back towards the old woman. “Thank….”
There was no one there.
“….you.” Looking all around, she was nowhere to be found, it was like she had vanished into thin air. Staring at the space she had just stood for another long moment, Din finally turned, and caught up with the others.
Xxx
Din peeked his head around the corner, looking into the back room where you sat.
Cradling your head in your hands as you stared down at the part on the table, elbows braced on either side of it, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the scowl on your face, making you jump.
“Dank fari- Din!” Your eyes shot up at the sound, turning into a glare as your hand went over your heart. “Don’t do that!”
“Sorry.” Coming the rest of the way into the room, he leaned his hip against the table you were working at as you resumed your staring, or rather glaring, at the part.
“Something wrong?” He asked after a moment of silence, leaning back slightly when you turned the glare slowly up toward him. “I’m frustrated, dirty, sweaty.” Leaning back in your chair, you gestured to the mechanism with a huff. “I’m not convinced what she gave me is actually even a real part at all but rather some torture device from hell meant for people who teased a small green baby.”
With a soft chuckle, Din lowered to his haunches beside the table, reaching for the part. “Let me help.”
“It’s really complicated, I-”
With a simple twist, it clicked, and he set it back down.
“There.”
You stared at it blankly. “No. There’s no way.”
“It’s okay. It took me three days to figure it out the first time.” He brought his hand to rest gently on your knee from his perch on the floor.
Rolling your head to the side, you looked at him skeptically.
“It’s true! Besides, I’m not running around the galaxy with you because you’re some amazing mechanic or something.”
“Oh, you’re not?” You can’t help the chuckle that paints your words.
“No. I mean, it would be nice, but no.” You scoffed, shoving his shoulder slightly and making a small noise of triumph when he actually wobbled a bit. “You’re good for other things, mesh’la.” His voice was teasing, and sounded like he was smiling wide under the helmet.
“Yeah? Like what?” You leaned your head back slightly, looking at him down your nose.
“Everything else.” He answered without missing a beat, holding your gaze with what was probably now a shit eating grin under there.
“Smooth.”
He laughed, rising back to his full height, holding a hand out for you. “Come on. I’ve got something to show you.”
Scrunching your face up like you ate something sour, you started to whine. “Din,” drawing out the vowel, you tried to go limp so you wouldn’t have to move. “It’s not something else you want me to fix, is it?” Finally getting to your feet begrudgingly, you shuffled forward with a small pout, staring at the sand as you trudged behind Din, making him pull you along just a bit.
Once you were in the main hangar, you sighed, rolling your eyes as you looked up toward the Crest. “What do I have to fix n-”
The ship had colorful ribbons hanging from the ramp opening that moved in a gentle breeze. Some sparkly ship parts you’d seen sitting around the hangar hung from the wing, catching the sunlight and scattering it around. Two of Peli’s pit droids were perched on the top of the wing, making Din grunt when he noticed.
Drawing his blaster, he aimed it at the little helpers. “Get off my ship before I take you off.”
“And it’s officially a Mandalorian gathering,” you muttered quietly as the droids scattered quickly.
Taking another look around, you noticed a fire pit with roaring flames crackling inside it. Gathered round the fire you saw Peli holding the child, her droids, a man and a woman you didn’t recognize, and a little girl-
“Sola?” You don’t know if you said it out loud or not. You must have because she’s quick to smile at you and run over, wrapping you in a hug as you let out a soft oof! from the impact.
“It’s a special day for you, and we wanted it to be the best,” Sola mumbled into your shoulder, making your smile grow. Reaching your hand up to cradle the back of her head, your hand touches something soft and you realize it’s her scarf.
Pulling back to arms length to look at her, you pinch the fabric between your thumb and index finger. “Just as gorgeous as I remember,” you say, not talking about the scarf. “I missed you.”
Turning your face up toward Din, you pull Sola close, your cheek smooshed against hers while you talk, making her start to giggle. “What’s the occasion?”
“We’re celebrating you.” He said with an affectionate tilt of his head.
“Me?”
Sola grabbed your cheeks between her hands, turning you to face her again. “It’s your birthday, silly. Or had you forgotten?”
Your eyes flew open wide, and you turned back to Din. “No, it’s not. I would remem-” Looking absently off into the lengthening shadows of the hangar as night set in, you realized. “Dank farrik, it is my birthday.”
Everyone began to laugh softly, making you tuck your head in embarrassment.
“It’s okay,” Sola said cheerfully, beginning to pull you toward the man and woman you still didn’t recognize. “We forgive you. But now that you remember, come meet my parents so we can eat the pastries.”
Xxx
Sola walked up to you with a shy grin, her hands behind her back as her eyes kept darting to the ground and her bottom lip worried between her teeth.
Tilting your head to the side, you smiled at her, extending your arm to lightly grab her elbow and pull her closer to you, earning a soft giggle from the girl. “And what are you up to, verd'ika?”
“What does that mean?” Her mother asked from her spot across the fire.
“Little soldier,” Din’s voice was low and warm, full of affection he’d never voice past a name in Mando’a.
“That’s what he calls me,” she wrinkled her nose and pointed to Din.
“Well, fine. I can call you ad’ika.”
“What’s that?” This time it was her dad asking.
“Little one,” Din mumbled in that low voice, the kid’s ears perking up as he began to amble over toward his father. “It’s what she calls the kid.”
“I am not a kid,” Sola grumbled.
“Sola….” Her mother warned, but you held up a hand, laughing softly.
“No, it’s fine. Hmmm…. What does your name mean?”
She hung her head slightly. “She who is alone.”
Your heart sunk, but you kept your reaction minimal, tisking as you shook your head. “That just won’t do. You are not alone. So how about this?” Reaching out, you gripped both of her shoulders and pulled her closer, lowering your voice closer to a whisper. “Cyare'se. It means loved ones.” You placed a hand on the top of her head, smoothing her hair back before letting it fall to the side where you cupped her face. “Which is exactly what you are.”
Sola nodded, smiling brilliantly, which gave you an idea. Leaning in even closer, a mischievous grin worked its way up your face. “But just for fun, I’m also going to call you daworir’ika.”
Din burst out laughing, so hard it turned into a cough, making him sit upright on the box he was perched on as he tried to catch his breath.
Sola looked between the two of you with knit brows, her features melting into something flat when Din explained after clearing his throat, “Little stink.”
Watching an array of emotions swim across her face, most of them full of spunk and sass, you finally couldn’t hold it in any longer, and began laughing loudly yourself, soon joined by the rest of the party. Sola glanced around, embarrassed by the new wave of laughter, and you pulled her tight into a hug, cooing at her softly as you rubbed her back.
“I’m just teasing.” Turning into her ear, you whispered, “That’s actually what I call him,” you tilted your head subtly toward Din, making her start to giggle. “Well, more like ori’daworir - big stink.” She started to really laugh at that, making you pull away slightly to watch the pure joy on her face as she threw her head back with the effort. “No, no, your special name is ka’ra’ika.”
Her laughter faded back to small giggles as she met your gaze, her eyes bright and dancing with happiness again. When they flicked over to Din in question, they widened at his rumbled response.
“Little star.”
Her giggles faded to just a blinding smile, as she looked over her shoulder at her parents before looking back at you and nodding. “I can work with that.”
“Hey, tiny, give her the present,” Peli prodded softly from her spot across the fire, the kid perched happily in her arms.
“Oh yeah!” Sola exclaimed, bringing her hands around to her front and presenting them to you, both fists closed tight. “No peeking.” She made sure to catch your eyes with her own and mumble, “A beautiful gift for a beautiful lady,” before she opened her hands to reveal the gift.
Your breath caught in your chest, not from the present, but from her words, something remembered from what felt like forever ago.
“Of course. And we have one more thing for you.” You reached into the bag, hand closing around the scarf, then stilling as you looked at her, her eyes curious as she tried to peer into the bag. “No peeking.”
She leaned back, giggling.
You slapped your palm to your forehead, pulling it away quickly and holding it out to her in question. “I almost forgot. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Sola,” she said shyly.
“Sola. That is an amazing name. Well, Sola, my friend Mando here and I heard you liked a certain scarf at the vendors across the street….”
Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to remember how to breathe. Another memory flashed in your mind.
Pulling it out of the bag slowly, you would never forget the sound of her little gasp of delight. She took it from your hands gingerly, as if it were something precious, and looking back up at you, her lip began to tremble, tears brimming in her eyes.
Taking it from her hands, you delicately wrapped it around her neck, using the end to pat away her tears.
“There. A gorgeous scarf for a gorgeous girl.”
She smiled, swiping at a few errant tears, picking up the end of the material and admiring it. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome.” Glancing down at the bag, you saw your own scarf resting just inside. “I got one, too,” you said almost scandalously, leaning in like it was a secret. Lifting the scarf just barely out of the lip of the bag, you continued. “We could match-”
She took the material out of your hands gently, wrapping it around your neck with care, patting it lovingly once she was done, and smiled. “There. A beautiful scarf for a beautiful lady.”
You opened your mouth, but no words came out, so you settled for a smile her direction, and a nod.
Blinking a few times to try and clear your vision, you sniffed as subtly as you could, darting your eyes to Din when you felt his hand come to rest on your lower back. Looking down at her outstretched hands, you forgot how to breathe all over again.
“I asked Mando what hyperspace looked like, because I’ve never been.” She spoke softly, almost like speaking to an infant. “I used my favorite, because…. Well, because you’re my favorite, and you deserve it.”
A black ribbon, satiny and sleek, out of place in hangar 3-5, wove delicately around much finer strands of string that were vibrant purple, blue, and silver, only visible if you looked closely, at just the right angle. It looked every bit like the view through the transparisteel on the Crest every time it made the jump.
Sola reached forward, beginning to wrap it around your upper arm. Around and around, three or four times, covering the whole of your upper arm in its embrace. Looking down to the left to watch her hands expertly weave the fibers, you listened as she continued.
“You wear it here, close to your heart, so that you carry me with you always. I can lend you strength when you need it, advice if you’re lost, or just listen.” She patted it after tying it off. “Your little star.”
“Ka’ra’ika.” You nodded, whispering the best you could do. With a tight smile you added, “I’ll keep you with me always.” Swallowing roughly, you reached out to take her hand, holding it tightly as you fought to strengthen your voice. “You knew just what I needed, Sola. Somehow you always do. Thank you.” You managed a stronger smile somehow, your voice still a broken whisper, despite the way Din’s thumb slowly traced soothing patterns on your back. “I love it.”
Her smile this time was meek, reserved, and you realized she’d suddenly gone shy under the somewhat intense exchange. You were about to say something when she launched at you, wrapping her small arms around your neck in a tight hug, Din’s hand at your back spread wide to support you against the impact.
Quick to return the embrace, you held her small frame close to you, smiling as you tucked your face near her ear, your right hand coming up to cradle the back of her head that was tucked into your shoulder. Speaking softly, you whispered words of thanks, over and over, gently rocking her side to side.
After a long moment, you pulled back to arms length, tucking her hair behind her ear before letting your hand fall to her shoulder. “I’ll wear it everywhere. Then I’ll come back and tell you all about it.”
Sola retreated over to her parents, and Peli still held the child, letting him ride around on the droids as he squealed in joy, so you turned to Din, swiping at an errant tear that fell from the motion.
Eyes darting all over his helmet, then the hangar, you finally settled on your hands as they rested in your lap. “I wasn’t expecting that.” A chuckle of disbelief coated your words, followed by a sigh. Fiddling with your fingers mindlessly, you continued, “I mean, before, we just…. We only….” You turned back up to his visor, whispering. “It was only a scarf.”
“It was more than that, and you know it,” Din prodded softly. “You took care of a monster in her life.”
“We did.” You rested a hand on his knee. “As I recall, you did most of the scaring.”
“By threatening him when he looked at you funny.” He tilted his head. “So, really, it was all you.”
“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath as you turned to face the fire again, holding your palms out toward the heat, smirking at his soft chuckle. Without thinking, your right hand drifted up to trace over the new arm band, learning every line and crevice.
“Well, here. You have one more thing to open. This one’s from me.” Din reached down beside the box he sat on, pulling up a small package wrapped in simple brown paper and tied with twine in a bow on top.
“Din, really,” keeping your voice low, you took the gift and set it in your lap as you held his gaze. “All of this has been enough. You didn’t have to-”
“No, but I wanted to, and I did, so don’t offend me, mesh’la, and just open it.”
Your jaw dropped as you simply blinked up at him in shock for a long minute before you turned to the package. “Fine. I hope it was expensive,” you mumbled in aggravation, shaking your head gently at his soft chuckle.
Flipping it over, you opened the small package, pulling on the twine tied in a neat little bow at the top. You mumbled nonsense as you went, pausing when you heard Sola start to say something.
“I tied it,” she said proudly.
“Patu!” The child chirped.
Gesturing to him with her thumb, Sola grinned. “He helped.”
You chuckled. “Well, it’s beautiful, thank you.” Ripping the simple brown paper open, you paused when you saw black fabric folded neatly. Tracing your fingers over the stitches along the seams, you turned to look at the visor already tilted down toward you. "Din, we can't afford this. How-"
Shifting his weight in his seat slightly, Din’s voice grew smug. “That vendor from last time, the one with the scarves?” You nodded, your face melting into something unimpressed as you arched a brow at him. “He really didn't want me to come back. ....again."
Sola beamed, rising to her feet and stuck one out to the side, resting it on her toe at a flashy angle. "He gave me a new pair of shoes! Aren't they pretty?!" She modeled them while the child cooed in fascination, staring at them with wide eyes.
"Yes, they are!” You agreed, leaning over towards Din after a second, and speaking in a low voice. “Is… ...is the kid in a new robe?"
"Eat your cake." He leaned back on his palms, his tone highly amused.
"And Peli has new gloves, she's been fiddling with them all night-"
Din picked a piece of pastry up and shoved it gently in your mouth, his voice low as he chuckled, "I said, eat. Your. Cake. Mesh'la."
Giving him a skeptical look as you chewed, you took the material out the package and flicked it open with a flourish.
Swallowing your bite of pastry, you hesitated as you eyed the garment. “A raincoat?” You slowly turned to face your beskar clad companion. “On Tatooine?”
“I thought it was ironic.” He shrugged a shoulder. Leaning back once again, he rested on his palms with a soft groan. “Plus, we won’t always be on Tatooine.”
“True,” you hummed, smiling as you admired the coat. “But we have a way of always ending up back here.”
Both of you looked across the fire at the small gathering as they laughed and enjoyed themselves, Sola’s parents doing much the same as you from their spot a few feet away.
The four of you just watched, shaking your heads as the kid, Sola, and Peli all devoured huge pieces of pastry like it was nothing.
“I’d say we have a good enough reason to keep coming back,” Din mused softly.
The squeals and laughter of the children echoed off the walls of the hangar, Peli saying something ridiculous as she chased after them, fingers in front of her wiggling like some kind of monster, and a gaggle of droids beeping and trilling at the back of the pack as they sped along to catch up.
“I’d say we have plenty,” you agreed, bumping his shoulder with your own, smiling at his soft chuckle.
After a moment of just watching the happy scene, you looked down at the fire as it crackled and sparked. “How did you know it was my birthday?” Your voice was barely loud enough to be heard, but you saw Din’s head turn your way out of the corner of your eye.
“The better question is, how did you forget?”
You held up a hand, staring straight toward the fire. “Yeah, yeah. Okay. I’ve been busy, okay?” Shooting him a sideways look as he let out another chuckle, you huffed, lowering your hand back to your lap. “Now just answer the question, please.”
He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped in front of him. “You mentioned it at the bar once. I…. I never forgot it. I sent you stuff every year on your birthday it just….. wasn’t always on time. This is the first time I’ve actually been with you on your birthday. I wanted to make it special.”
Looking around once again, you chuckled. “Well, you did that.” Turning to look up into his visor, your voice once again grew quiet. “Thank you.”
He nodded, leaning over to whisper in your ear. "Brikase gote'tuur!" (“Happy birthday!”)
You smiled. "Vor entye." (“Thank you.”/Lit. “I accept a debt.”)
He pulled back slightly with a gentle shake of his head. "You owe me nothing-"
"I owe you a lot.” You smiled as you looked around the hangar again, before returning to the T of his visor. “I owe you everything."
You looked back over to the kid, Sola, and Peli and smiled, laughing when the little BD droid began hopping around them all in excitement.
A knuckle began to trace near your elbow, just above your beskar, slowly dragging back and forth as his words came out on a low murmur. "Then let's just call it even."
Bringing your left hand across, you gently took his hand in yours, knitting your fingers together with a gentle squeeze as you smiled softly at him. "Sounds fine to me."
Both of you watched, shaking your heads as the kid, Sola, and Peli all ate huge pieces of pastry again, all three giggling like fools as crumbs tumbled out of their mouths.
Leaning your head over on his shoulder with a sigh, his coming over to lean against the top of your head, you smiled. “Yeah. We’ve got a lot of reasons to come back here.”
It Gave Me You (Din x Reader) - Back To You Drabble
A/N: This is for Dincember 2022 days 6-9, Hot Chocolate, Blanket, Candle, and Lights. It’s set in the Back To You universe, where? I have no idea…. (Is kinda a continuation of the first two.) This one got long but I don’t caaaaarrreeeee!
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Maybe like one or two light swear words? Space swearing. It gets kinda steamy without actual steam.
Word count: 4,541
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You’d gotten supplies on the last planet, excited to toss them all together once you touched down on your next temporary haunt.
Din peeked over your shoulder as you surveyed the items spread out on a crate in front of you. “And it makes what again?”
You huffed. “A spiced drink. It’s drunk during a holiday on…. I can’t remember the name of the planet, but people started requesting it at the bar, so I learned how to make it. I think the kid will love it.” Din took a deep breath, but you cut him off before he could speak, holding up a hand to placate him. “Don’t worry, Din. The alcohol all cooks out, it’s completely safe for him.”
Letting the breath out on a long sigh, his weight shifted to one leg before he gave a single nod, turning to head up to the cockpit.
Clapping your hands together once, you rubbed them together as a grin climbed your face. Looking back at the ingredients, you licked your lips in excitement. “I can’t wait to make this.”
Xxx
“Dank farrik- Din? Din! It exploded! Get the kid off the ship. We all have to stay outside tonight until this airs out….” Turning you ran face first into a beskar chest plate.
He looked from you to the small flame still lingering behind you, plumes of smoke billowing up into the ship. “What is going on?”
Turning slightly you gestured to the items and areas as you spoke, trying hard to keep your voice from turning into a groan of annoyance at the whole thing. “Your kriffing burner exploded when I stepped into the fresher for two seconds-” Letting out a huff of aggravation, you turned to face the disaster fully, kicking the burner- what was left of it- where it sat on the floor. “Stupid piece of….” You glared at it a moment before hissing, “I’ll see you in hell.” You kicked it again. “May spice salt your wounds!”
Din tilted his helmet at you curiously.
“I learned….” You began to cough as smoke continued to fill the Crest. “I learned that from a Twi'lek patron at the bar.” You smiled proudly before coughing violently.
Gripping your upper arms, Din began to usher you towards the ramp. “Come on, mesh’la.” You spotted the kid at the bottom, peering up at you with a tilt of his head and a soft coo. “We’re going to have to find alternate lodging tonight.” Pushing you forward firmly, you stumbled slightly over your feet as he hurried you down the ramp.
“Din, I'm sorry-”
“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed. “The weather’s fine, so we should be-”
Just then lightning streaked across the sky, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. A clap of thunder so loud the ground shook under your feet and the air seemed to vibrate along with it rang out shortly after, making all three of you look up toward the sky, the child letting out an, “Eh?”
“I saw a cabin when we flew over, maybe a mile back that way?” You turned, pointing off to your right and back a ways. “If we hurry, we should make it before the storm hits.” Running back up the ramp, ignoring his protests, you came back down hacking with the satchel to carry the kid. “Bad idea,” you coughed. “Bad idea,” dragging out the vowel, you bent over and rested on your knees, trying to clear your lungs. Lifting your head, you winced up at his visor, your voice hoarse. “Any chance that bucket on your head filters air?”
He sighed, starting up the ramp. “I’ll get our stuff.”
“Tha-” you cleared your throat, standing upright to take a deep breath. “Thank you,” you called over your shoulder to him, swinging the satchel over your shoulders before scooping up the child and placing him inside to rest at your hip.
Lightning flashed again, then another, thunder rolling in a constant wave accompanying the sudden glow. Looking up, you saw the storm clouds rolling in closer.
“Din?” You called, hoping he’d hear you back in the ship. “We need to-” Turning you once again came face to chest with his beskar, the tip of your nose touching the cold metal. “Dank farrik!” You hissed, stumbling back a few steps, and bringing a hand to your forehead as you stared at the ground. “Don’t do that.” Scrubbing the hand down your face in exasperation, you looked up into his visor as you let it fall to your side. “We need to go,” you said simply, turning on your heel and beginning the way of the cabin. “I know you’re laughing, by the way.”
His soft laughter bubbled up behind you, barely loud enough to be heard over his trailing footsteps, but soon he was silent again and fell in step beside you.
Looking over and up into his visor, you grimaced. “Sorry, again. I know it’s not what we planned, but it’s a roof over our head-”
“Don’t worry about it,” he assured you again, turning back to face forward. “More than one way to skin a womp rat.” When you didn’t respond, he turned his head back to find you looking at him with the most utterly confused expression he’d ever seen on your face, making him chuckle softly before turning back forward again. “I learned that from a Twi’lek bounty on Jakku.”
Xxx
On the way there, you came upon an outlook, the planet sprawling below in a spectacular view. In the distant horizon, glowing spots of cities lit up the looming clouds, their lights twinkling along the surface.
“Too bad we didn’t land closer to one of those,” you pointed in their direction. “We’d have a better option for a place to stay tonight.”
Din grunted. “Too many people. I like it better out here.”
“That’s right. I forget you hate crowds.” You grinned up at him. “Yet somehow we met on the most crowded planet….”
“The only good thing about Coruscant is that it gave me you,” he mused quietly, staring at the skyline. “If I never had to go back to that being infested hell, I’d be a happy man.”
“That’s my home you’re talking about,” your voice was breathier than you intended as you continued to stare up at him. Turning to the skyline, you cleared your throat. “But can’t say I disagree with you.”
You felt his visor trained on you, but you kept your eyes forward.
“You don’t want to go back?” Something in his voice made you turn and look at him. It was complex, multifaceted. It was vulnerable, bewildered, but also, at the same time, hopeful.
You felt a small smile work its way up your face. “I’ve had something better come up.”
He took a sharp breath, his chest puffing out just a little bit, making your grin only grow.
“Now that I think about it,” you tilted your head, turning your body to face him, and he mirrored you. “Coruscant brought me you.” Your grin grew a little lopsided. “Reluctant to be there, though you may have been.”
“The only thing I was reluctant about was talking to you and scaring you off.”
“Me? Scare? Pffft!” You pointed at your chest before waving your hand in dismissal.
“Not everyone is accepting of a Mando, believe it or not. But then again, people don’t tend to be accepting of others who throw lit bottles of alcohol across the street-”
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” you cut him off, hands going to your hips as you began to look anywhere but at him, not able to fight the small smile on your face.
“You seem to have a problem with alcohol and explosions. The day I met you, today….” Din was counting off on his fingers, one hand on his hip as his weight shifted to one leg.
You leveled a blank stare on him. “That’s twice.”
“Which is more than once, and that’s saying something.”
You shook your head disbelievingly at him, chuckling darkly. Reaching out, you shoved his shoulder playfully while grumbling, “I hate you.”
Din only tilted his head to the side as he kept his gaze on you, laughing softly.
“We need to get going before it starts-”
With a clap of thunder and flash of lightning, the skies seemed to open up and let loose the downpour you’d been watching brew on the horizon.
“You were saying?” Din yelled over the roar of the falling water, making you glare at him. “It’s not much further. Come on, this way.” He turned, his cape fanning out behind him and almost smacking you in the face.
Batting it away with one hand, you clutched it tight and hung on, using it to keep close and in line with Din. You could barely see the rain was so heavy. You were trusting him to lead you the rest of the way.
The child let out a happy squeal, and when you glanced down, you saw him clapping happily, already drenched to the bone. He stuck one hand out and the drops around him suspended in the air, circling him almost lazily. It looked like he was in a bubble of some sort.
“Din!” You yelled to be heard over the rain, making him pull up short, his head turning just slightly to let you know he was listening. “Look at the kid.”
Turning to look fully over his shoulder, an amused scoff came out of his modulator, followed soon after by him reaching out and flipping the flap of the satchel over the head of the kid.
An indignant squawk came from the bag as it wriggled slightly, the water he had suspended all falling at once and soaking the bag. He let out a little whimper after that, but calmed down.
Din began to walk again, and you followed, cape still tightly in your grip with your right hand.
Lifting the flap just slightly, you peeked in at him, finding him looking up at you with the most adorable little pout you’d ever seen him try. Reaching out your index finger, you put your left hand in the bag and let him clutch your finger tightly in his tiny hands. Sending him only good and happy thoughts, you smiled when you heard a soft coo come from the satchel. He sent you a wave of contentment in return, before releasing your finger and pushing your hand out of the bag. “Well, fine then,” you mumbled, staring at the bag in shock before you huffed, looking back up to stare at the back of Din’s helmet as you followed after him.
Once you made it over a particularly slippery and muddy hill, the small little cabin finally came into view. No lights were in the windows, no speeders parked outside, it was truly vacant.
Din turned back to you, causing you to have to let go of his cape. “Go down slowly. It’s very slippery here, and if you fall, there are rocks just under the mud. I brought a medpack, but we don’t have anything that will help a broken bone, and you saw how far we are from any place with medical help.”
Nodding, you kept your eyes up on his helmet, squinting as the rain continued to fall. Reaching up, you tried to wipe the water from your eyes, shielding them slightly with your hand above them, but it didn’t help. Looking back down, you nodded again. “Got it.”
Once you’d both made it down the hill- not without you nearly landing on your ass once in a comical display with some particularly slippery mud, making you stop, throw your head back, and laugh while the kid joined in from the satchel and Din laughed softly from a few feet away- you all let out a sigh of relief.
Slamming the door open, you both stumbled over the threshold, dripping enough water off your limbs to make small puddles where you stood.
“Told you it was here,” you grumbled, walking further inside the dark cabin.
“Never said it wasn’t,” Din sighed. “Just said to be careful.”
“Yeah, I know. But still.” You held up one finger, your eyebrows raised as you paused. “I was right.”
Din just walked to the side to set the gear down by the door, shaking his head at you.
Reaching down to grab the front of your shirt, you twisted it, what little you could grab under the satchel strap, to wring out as much water as you could. Looking around as you did, you found the place very empty.
There was a single candle in a holder on the table, burnt almost all the way down.
“It should offer a little light, if only for a little while,” you said offhandedly. “Enough for us to eat something then get in bed.” Looking around, you tapped the top of the kid’s head with your fingers gently where he rested at your hip in the satchel. “Speaking of, what does that situation look like?”
“Patu?”
You looked down to find him looking up at you, your fingers smooshing his cheeks up. “Oh! I’m so sorry, ad’ika. I didn’t even realize.” Pinching his cheek playfully, you gave his face a little shake before releasing him, taking him out and setting him on the floor. He let out a soft coo before ambling off to explore.
Igniting the flamethrower on your vambrace just enough that a small flame danced along the beskar, you lifted the candle, lighting the wick, and casting the small cabin in lilting shadows. Setting it back in the center of the table, you surveyed the small space with a more critical eye.
A lone chair sat in a far corner, cobwebs spun between its back and the walls it sat against. On the far left stood what was left of a small kitchen, a thick layer of dust along every surface. Between the chair and the table in front of you was a bed, a thin mattress still laying proudly along its rails, just wide enough for two people.
“At least it’s bigger than the bunk on the Crest,” Din mused, stepping up to stand behind you.
You glared at him over your shoulder, hands resting on your hips. “If we can make that work, no complaining about needing space in this.” You pointed over your shoulder in the vague direction of the Crest before pointing at the bed in front of you. Pulling the satchel off of your shoulders, you set it on the table, flinging your hands out to the side to try and get the bigger droplets that still clung to your skin off.
Din set something on the table, and you eyed the ration packs. “Which do you want?”
You smiled as you looked at them before turning your face up to his visor. “You and the kid choose first. I’m fine with whatever.”
Din let out a grunt before he handed you a pack, then carried another over to the kid. When he opened it, you saw it was the kid’s favorite. Looking down to the one in your hands, it was one both you and Din liked more than the others. To be honest, most of them weren’t that great, but this one was okay. You’d just read the label on the one Din scooped off the table for himself before he’d swiped it out of your view.
“Din, here. Take mine. You hate that one.”
“So do you,” he shot back, holding it away from your outstretched hand.
“Yeah….” You trailed off, watching his visor as you spoke. “But I mind it less. It’s not a problem. Really. Just-” you reached for it again, but he pulled it further back and up out of your reach.
“Mesh’la, stop it. It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not, Din,” you huffed, getting aggravated. “Just….” Your hands fell back to your sides with a slap against your thighs in frustration. “Fine. You know what? You win.”
“Thank you.” He nodded once, stepping around you as you turned back to the table. “Was that so ha-”
The packet flew out of his hand and into your waiting one, where you quickly tore it open, pouring it into your open bag, and mixing the two together, before pouring the proper amount back into his bag.
“Hey!” He protested, stepping up close to your shoulder as he just watched.
Handing it to him, you offered a small smile. “Here. Have some of mine.”
After a moment of staring, Din took the bag, turning to stalk off silently and stare out the still open door as he tipped his helmet back just enough to eat.
You smirked, going to sit on the bed with your packet. You watched as the kid found a blanket in an old chest under a window in the cabin, and he drug it over to the middle of the floor, moving it all around until he was satisfied, and curled up into the middle of it, finishing his packet. He sent the empty container floating over to you as he snuggled further into the soft little bed, making you chuckle as you plucked it from the air. “G’night, kid.” He cooed at you softly as his eyes drifted shut, and pretty soon he was fast asleep.
Din came over, silent as ever, and took the empty packets from your hands gently, making you jump. “Sorry,” he spoke softly, turning to tuck them away in one of the bags.
“No problem.” You matched his tone, trying to keep it soft like your surroundings, the candle burning low. You watched as Din went over to close and latch the front door, casting the room into more shadow. “You should get out of your armor. You need to let your clothes dry as much as possible, or you’re going to get sick. I can help, if you want-”
“No, I can do it myself,” he said quietly, beginning to unfasten his vambraces just as the candle went out, a wisp of smoke curling into the air.
Thinking about it, you decided to take your own off, setting them on the table gently before making your way back to the bed in the dark. The silence was filled with the sound of rain outside, and the soft clunk of beskar being set in a pile by the wall. It took longer than you thought it would, and you turned to look at him.
“Are you sure? I can….”
Lightning flashed outside, filling the space briefly in every hidden corner. He’d been facing away from you, his helmet in his hands as he removed that last piece of his armor, the final thing between him and his creed lifted.
Darkness filled the space once again, cloaking his secret and your wide eyed stare. A low roll of thunder gently vibrated the timbers of the home, the shutters on the windows rattling slightly.
You kept your gaze locked on the back of his head, or where you had seen it for however brief a moment, blinking once. Twice. Three times, before your mouth snapped shut and you swallowed roughly.
“I can….” You began again, another flash of lightning streaking across the sky outside and filling the inside of the cabin with soft blue light stopping you short when you caught a glimpse of a face, only enough to know that’s what you’d seen. Not enough to see any features or definition, but enough to know he had been looking at you, too.
Screwing your eyes shut as thunder rattled the beams once again, you stammered, turning your face slightly away from him. “Um….”
Even with your eyes closed, it felt like a betrayal, the phantom of his profile burned into your mind and glowing behind your eyelids. “I didn’t…. I only saw….” You huffed. “It was more an outline than anything….” You gestured vaguely in his direction, startling when his hand slid softly into yours before pulling it close to his chest as he sat on the bed beside you.
He shifted slowly until his chest was pressed gently against your back, and you didn’t even notice the dampness his clothes still held, but you did notice how warm he was. His thumb traced over your knuckles as he held it by his shoulder, close to his face. If you just stretched your fingers out a few inches, he'd be in your grasp.
His head lowered until his mouth rested lightly on your shoulder over your shirt, bringing your hand up to rest on the strong curve of his jaw.
Your fingers curled in on your hand for only a moment, startled at the feel of not just facial hair, but of skin under your touch, warm, soft skin where you usually felt cold, hard beskar. Letting your hand unfurl, you reached back, tracing the lines of his chin, to his cheek, scratching lightly and smiling when he let out a soft groan, adjusting so his chin sat on your shoulder, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear, and his chest coming impossibly closer along your spine.
Continuing up, you cradled his cheek for a moment before feeling his curls tickling the tips of your fingers, longer than that time months ago now on the Crest. With a sudden confidence, you carded your fingers through his hair, going until you held the nape of his neck in a soft hold, pulling closer still.
His lips ghosted over the skin of your neck, hot breaths fanning across the millimeter of space left between you and making you shudder softly.
“Are you cold?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but still vibrated into you from his chest, making you feel like they were your own words.
“No,” you breathed, smiling. “It’s-”
“Eh?”
Looking down, you both spotted the kid on the floor at the side of the bed. Lightning and thunder went off nearly in unison, illuminating his tiny face and making his appearance almost comical. Din let out a sigh, tucking his face into the back of your neck, making you chuckle. Scratching the back of his head where your hand still rested playfully, you patted it softly. “I got it. You go get your helmet, then come back over here.”
He pulled away reluctantly, and you let out a heavy breath as you looked down at the kid. “You couldn’t wait five minutes?” You mumbled as you leaned over to scoop him up into your lap. Laughing softly at the whole situation, you propped your arm on your knee, cradling your face as you stared down into his large eyes.
“Are you hungry?” You tried after a few seconds of silence. His eyes blinked slowly, struggling to stay open the longer he looked up at you, making you smile. “No, that’s not it. You just didn’t want to sleep alone all the way over there, did you?”
The child leaned on your thigh from his spot in your lap, his eyes closing and his breaths coming deep and even as he slept.
“I don’t blame him,” a familiar modulated voice said behind you, the bed dipping as he sat where he had been before. “I know how he feels.” The edge of his helmet came to rest where his face had been, and despite the cool touch of beskar, it made you feel warm like his skin had. It was a part of him.
“Hang on just a second,” you mumbled, sliding off the bed as gently as you could to not jostle the child. Handing him to Din, you noticed his visor looking at you in question, though he didn’t hesitate to take the kid. “I’m going to move that chair over beside the bed for him to sleep on,” you whispered, pointing across the room at the lone wooden chair in the corner.
Walking as lightly as possible, you winced when the floor squeaked under your weight once or twice, pausing and waiting to see if the kid stirred awake. Peeking over your shoulder to find both of them exactly where you’d left them, you quickly dashed the rest of the way, got the chair, and tiptoed back beside the bed, setting it down softly. Reaching into your bag next to you on the floor, you took out your scarf and bunched it up on the seat into a little makeshift bed for the child. Turning back, you found Din’s helmet tilted in curiosity as he looked from the scarf to you, and you shrugged before taking the child gently from him. “It smells like me. Figured it’d keep him thinking he was up here and asleep if the storm kicks up again.”
Setting the little green slumbering ward on the small makeshift bed, you let out a sigh of relief when he burrowed further into the material in his sleep before settling peacefully.
Backing up the few steps back to the bed, you let out a surprised yelp when an arm went around your waist and pulled you back against a strong chest, a hand flying up to cover your mouth to keep you from waking the child.
Sighing against his palm, you mumbled against his hand, “Din, damn it. You scared me.”
You went to look at him over your shoulder, but the hand over your mouth moved to cradle the side of your face and keep you facing forward. Arching a brow, you began to ask why you can’t turn around when a warm breath tickled your ear as he let out a soft chuckle and a “Sorry” that sounded anything but.
“You need to rest,” he mumbled into the curve of your neck, leaning to lay you both down on your sides as he pulled you more firmly to his chest. The hand that was cradling your face now rested under your head like a pillow.
“So do you,” you spoke barely above a whisper, turning your face into his arm below you, taking a deep breath through your nose and letting it out on a sigh.
His arm curled up, effectively moving you back to rest on his upper arm, his hand coming to rest on your head, moving his fingers in absent patterns that made your eyes flutter shut. “Sleep, mesh’la.” He mumbled again, voice lazy and content as he spoke into the back of your head where he’d tucked his face. You just registered a soft kiss against your hair before he tucked back into the top of your spine, his breath at the nape of your neck a constant reminder of how close he finally was. “Sleep.”
Your blanket from the cockpit came to rest over the both of you, cocooning you in warmth from one another.
“I’m sorry I exploded a festive juice on your ship,” you mumbled into his arm as you adjusted your position slightly.
One arm around your waist, the other still firmly under your head, he huffed a breath against your neck as he laughed softly, a smile evident in his tone as he relaxed further into you. “I’m not.”
A/N: There is one brain cell shared among all three of them, and the child has full custody of it. 🤦🏼♀️ I have been waiting for this part. When I first came up with the story, I was like, “Ugh! I’m going to have to come up with an OC Jedi to teach the reader and blah blah blah,” and I was dreading it. Then, lightbulb, “You, dummy! There’s an episode called The Jedi.” Don’t look at me. I laughed at myself but also wanted to hide. So without further ado, here is the next part! (Okay, more ado. Sorry.) There is more show dialogue in this one. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.
(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes to the middle of episode 2x5/13, The Jedi.)
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Swearing. Space swearing. Some inappropriate jokes but all in good fun and nothing overtly spicy, more innuendos. Mando’a.
Word count: 14,010 (I regret nothing.)
As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.
Thank you to @what-the-heckin-heck, @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis, @lloweryourstandardss, and @fordo-kixed-rex for reading this over for me and letting me know I’m not crazy despite it being a behemoth. And @deceiverofgodss for helping with the Mando’a.
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Your right vambrace rested in your lap, the glove worn underneath clutched tightly between your teeth as you fiddled with the beskar. “Dahnk fahrik,” you mumbled around the leather as the tool slipped. Luckily not much could damage beskar, or the vambrace would be covered in scratches right now simply from this repair attempt.
Din turned in his pilot’s seat to watch when you let out a growl in frustration. “Need some help?”
“Yesh,” you said around the leather before spitting it out beside the vambrace. “Yes,” you repeated with a sigh, letting your head plop back against your chair.
He chuckled lightly, taking the vambrace to inspect more closely. “What seems to be the problem?”
“The fastening mechanism isn’t working right.” You picked up your head to look at him properly, handing him the tool. “It clicks in, but it still sits kinda loose on my arm. I was trying to tighten the screw, but-”
Din slid the mechanism closed after three small twists with the little tool, a sound click filling the cockpit. “It’s fixed.”
You stared at the armor in his hands for a moment, tilting your head after a minute of silence and blinking. “How-”
“It’s a spring mechanism. Fails on mine sometimes, too. The trick is to bypass it here,” he pointed with the tool to a spot an inch away from where you were working, “so it can continue without catching.” Leaning forward he set the vambrace back in your lap, keeping the tool, tossing it in the air and catching it.
Holding the beskar close to your face to inspect it for yourself, you narrowed your brows as you turned it over to see all the little crevices, poking at the spot he pointed at almost like you were testing it. “Thanks,” you mumbled.
He nodded once before turning back to the control panel and dropping out of hyperspace.
As you slipped your glove and vambrace back on, you looked up through the viewfinder to see a dreary looking planet looming ahead, half in shadow half in sun, the side in darkness barely lit up with any cities or lights.
“Corvus, this is the place. I’ve detected a beacon.” As Din spoke, he looked across his shoulder at the kid where he sat to his right on the console, looking up at him with bright eyes, making you smile. “I’m gonna start the landing cycle. You better get back in your seat.”
Din continued to press buttons and flip switches while the child stayed where he was, looking around the cabin as if nothing had happened. His focus settled on the silver ball on top of the lever about a foot in front of him, and you rolled your eyes. This was going to be interesting.
Jerking his head back towards the kid’s seat, Din’s voice got a little gruffer, more stern. “Hey, what did I tell you?” If Din noticed, he didn’t say anything, but you had to stifle a laugh at the way the kid’s face scrunched up into a scowl as he eyed the ball again, eyes narrowed slightly. As quickly as it came, it went, and the most innocent expression fell over his features as he tilted his head to the side and looked up at his caretaker. Oh, he’s good.
“Back in your seat.” Din turned back to face forward as the kid clamored down with little coos and grunts, hiking himself up into his chair on your right. You raised a brow as you watched him worrying his hands in front of himself as he looked between the ball and Din, and back again a few times.
Reaching out a hand, his eyes falling partway shut, you didn’t have to feel the surge in the air to know what was happening as the kid started to slyly unscrew the ball with the Force.
Under the guise of adjusting your vambrace further, you tucked your smile towards your chest, trying to swallow the snicker that wanted so badly to come out.
As you flew over the surface of the planet, it reminded you of the lower levels of Coruscant, grimy and hazy, the air almost yellow and thick. Everything looked gloomy and sad, the trees that once would have been a magnificent forest now stood baren and stripped, lonely spires left as a reminder of a better time.
Landing in the middle of what was once a forest on the outskirts of the village, you heard deep moaning and chittering coming from beyond the little clearing the ship was in. Stepping down the ramp cautiously, you peered around, eyes going wide when you saw the source of the sounds. Large creatures on four legs, taller than the Crest ambled about, snapping what was left of the dead trees in their jaws as they ate.
At the bottom of the ramp, Din turned to look at you. “If anywhere was a place you needed to conceal your identity, it’s here. This is the type of place where someone would turn you in for a handful of credits, let alone whatever the bounty actually is now.”
“I’ll just stay here on the ship, then-”
“No,” he cut you off. “I can’t protect you if you’re here and I’m there. We stick together.”
You nodded. “Fine. I’m not going to disagree with that. But what’s the solution? I mean, I have my capes but they don’t really conceal me much.”
Din tilted his head to the side as he stared at you, his visor moving from your head down to your toes and back up in a silent appraisal.
You swallowed roughly. “Uh-oh. No. No, Din. Whatever you’re thinking, I don’t like it.”
“You don’t even know what it is yet!” He protested, arms going out to his sides as he laughed lightly.
“But I already know I don’t like it,” you countered, taking a step backwards up the ramp.
“Will you just trust me, please?” He was still laughing over his words, taking a step towards you. “Mesh’la, come on. Have I steered you wrong before?”
“Let’s see,” you stopped, holding out a finger for each situation. “We’ve crash landed on an ice planet because you were avoiding being arrested after helping with a prison break gone wrong.” You held out a second finger, “The Crest was held together with twine and hope as we limped to Arvala-7.” A third finger, “You said you shot the trooper at the base when it was obviously me-”
You let out a squeal as he rushed toward you, turning and darting up the ramp yelling, “No, no, no!” as you laughed. Scooping the kid up, you turned to face Din as you held the kid up in front of your face. “Think of the child,” you panted, trying to catch your breath as the little green bundle in your grasp let out a soft questioning coo. Din kept stalking closer, so you set the child down. “Run, kid! Save yourself!”
Din was on you the next second, your back against the wall of the Crest as you stared at his chest plate with a grin. “We’ve got to quit meeting like this,” you teased. Laughter filled the ship as you batted his hands away. They poked into your sides mercilessly, crawling up to your neck and back down until finally you relented. “Fine! Fine! Whatever it is, I’ll do it. Just stop! Please!” Once he stopped and you could get a deep breath, you glared up at his visor. “It’s really not fair that all of this,” you tapped a knuckle against his beskar, “keeps me from ever being able to get you back.”
“Then you’re going to love my plan.” His tone sounded like he had a broad grin plastered on under his helmet, and it made one climb up your features as well.
Xxx
“This will never work!” You yell through the refresher door.
“It has to,” Din called back, his footsteps pacing back and forth in the main part of the ship.
Looking down at yourself, you grimaced. He’d told you to put the armor you'd gotten from Vanth on Tatooine on. It was obviously made for someone much larger than you. If you were trying to remain inconspicuous, this was going to do the exact opposite.
You weren’t even thinking about messing with the helmet right now, it was much too big and you’d probably trip and break something if you wore it before it was necessary. You still wore your own vambraces. Din didn’t want you to bump a button on the others and blow something up.
“Just let me see,” Din said quietly, his footsteps pausing. “Please.”
Pushing the button to open the door, you looked up at him through your lashes, afraid to move your head up to look at him properly, lest the armor all just fall off.
“It…. Um.”
“My thoughts exactly,” you grumbled, shuffling forward with your arms held stiffly out at an angle to make sure it stayed on you.
Sighing, you stopped about a foot away from him, looking up expectantly. When he said nothing, you huffed, rolling your eyes. "This was made for a man, Din."
“....And?" He held a hand out in front of him in question.
“....Men don't have breasts." You adjusted the chest plate slightly, glaring at it as you did.
He choked. "I see."
Rolling your eyes again, you stomped over to your bag that sat on a crate to your right, careful to hold the armor in place, and went back in the refresher.
“Mesh’la, what’s wrong?” Din called from the other side of the door, knocking softly.
“I’m fixing this. Hold on.” You pulled off the chest plate and put on your capes, both of them, along with your scarf, hoping the padding would help fill in the blank spaces the armor left behind. It fit a little more snuggly once you slipped the armor back on, so you opened the refresher door again, walking out a bit more confidently this time.
Your face fell at Din’s instant reaction.
"No. No, no, no. No."
You held your arms out to the side, looking down to survey the armor again. "What? I thought it looked…. Okay-ish?"
"You look like a- and don't take this the wrong way... You look like a Hutt that sprouted legs."
Your arms froze out to your sides, and you looked up at him with only your eyes, the rest of you completely still. "Gee, thanks."
He was quick to add, "Or a Wookie that shrunk."
You lifted your head up to level a glare on him, your voice a deadpan. "I get it, Din."
"Or a-"
Your arms crossed over your chest, somewhat awkwardly at the bulk of the capes and armor. "Say one more thing. I dare you."
He just looked you up and down once, his visor trailing the path slowly before he couldn’t help himself. "....it doesn't look right."
Letting out a battle cry, you launched, tackling him to the floor of the Crest. Your momentum caused you both to roll down the ramp, falling off halfway, and landing on the ground with a thump.
"Why. Are. You. So. Annoying?!" You shook his shoulders, lifting him as far up off the ground as you could- only an inch or so- and dropping him back down between each word for emphasis. But you were barely moving because of the padding, each movement stilted, and Din just snickered beneath you at the whole situation.
"Kid, help!" He cried over a snort of laughter, turning his head toward the ramp.
"Your gremlin can't save you now, Mando," you practically growled out.
Suddenly the world spun for a brief second before coming to a grinding halt as you let out a breath on an oomph. When you looked up, you saw the T of his visor looking down at you as he now had the high ground.
"No need," he said simply, lowering to get close to your face as his next words came out on practically a hum. "You can wear my old armor, it'll fit you better. And if not....” His head tilted to the side just slightly. “Nothing is always an option."
You raised a brow at him, eyes narrowing on his visor as you slowly repeated his words. “You want me to walk into the village.... In nothing?"
His head tilted the other way. "Who said anything about the village?"
Xxx
“I look ridiculous.” The sound of your voice through a modulator made you wrinkle your nose inside the beskar dome.
“You look like a Mandalorian.”
You sighed. “I sure hope so. Otherwise all of this,” you gestured down to the armor, “was for nothing.”
“I wouldn’t say nothing….”
You reached out and shoved his shoulder lightly as you both chuckled. Taking off the helmet, you took a deep breath.
“It’s not an awful way of life. Maybe you should consider it,” he teased. “You look good in beskar.”
“And hide all of this?” You made a swooping gesture to your face before you laughed.
“True,” Din said lightly, bumping your shoulder with his own. “Maybe it’s just that it’s my old armor.”
“That could be it….” You winked at him before you put the helmet back on, grumbling as you did. “I don’t know how you do this all day every day. I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“Everything still works the same,” Din mused, making you turn a visored glare on him, the helmet shifting slightly to the side with your movement.
“Ugh!” You groaned. “Don’t make me glare at you. Or laugh. Any sudden movement and this thing is gonna go.” You righted it on your head, sighing when it finally sat right again.
A soft coo came from the top of the ramp, and you looked up to see the child ambling down slowly, almost sleepily. Your helmet began to shift with the movement, but Din held one finger up to the temple and held it in place.
The child plopped down in the middle of the ramp looking thoroughly exhausted, eyes blinking slowly as he fought sleep, and when you spied the silver ball in his hands, you finally understood. He had spent his energy trying to get his toy.
“What did I say about that?” Din walked up to the child, lowering to his haunches and taking the ball gently from his ward. Holding it up, he spoke sternly. “This needs to stay in the ship.”
The child reached after the toy, whining softly as Din tucked it into his belt while he rose to his feet. Turning to survey the area, he didn’t seem impressed. “Not much to see out here.”
“Good, because I can’t move to look,” you grumbled, holding the top of the helmet with one hand as you slowly turned to glance around as well.
“Never had dealings with a Jedi before,” Din mused absently, and for some reason that stung unexpectedly.
It frustrated you that you couldn’t be enough to help the kid. You hadn’t had the training, it just wasn’t possible to be everything he needed. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt sometimes.
Din scooped the child up into his arms with a grunt. “Let’s head into town.” The child cooed as Din tucked him into the satchel. “See if we can pick up a lead.”
You followed behind as quickly as your awkward armor clad frame would allow, one hand on top of your helmet as you tried to keep up with your Mandalorian.
Xxx
As you approached the city wall, you lowered your hand to rest on your belt, your saber tucked safely away behind Din’s cape. Careful not to linger near your weapons, you tried to look as casual as Din did beside you on your right.
A guard said something you didn’t understand, then a man came walking across the top of the wall, standing tall and imposing in the center over the city gates. “State your business.”
“Been tracking for a few days. Looking for a layover.” You kept your face forward as Din spoke, every bone in your body itching to rest your hand on your blaster.
The man looked skeptical, but it quickly faded into appreciation, if somewhat aloof. “Nice armor.” When Din said nothing, he continued. “You a hunter, then?”
Din nodded once. “That’s right.” His tone was a little more amicable now, trying to get on the man’s good side.
“And them?” The man bounced his head your way, eyeing your patchwork armor.
You nodded, as little as possible, but you still felt the helmet start to slip before it suddenly held fast. Glancing down at the satchel, you saw the kid reaching out to help, and you nodded more firmly.
“Guild?”
“Last I checked,” Din said after a moment, making you smile under the helmet while you nodded slowly once again.
The man tilted his head at you. “Do you not talk?”
Without missing a beat, you shook your head no. The armor was for a man, and your voice wouldn’t pass as masculine even if you tried. Which you had back on the ship. Din and the child found it very amusing, both of them laughing hysterically. It was ridiculous, you had to admit. You’d chuckled yourself.
“Vocal chords were frozen before they came to the Creed. Toxin from an uninhabited planet chasing a bounty. Not much to say in our line of work, though, anyway.”
You tilted your head to look up at the man again, and felt the kid’s grip on the helmet slip. Reaching out yourself, you held it still with an unseen force, looking the man in the eye.
He arched his brow at Din’s words, looking at you with a new appreciation in his gaze before he turned his head to one of the guards. “Open the gate.”
Releasing your hold on the helmet after you looked forward again, you walked a step behind Din, as smoothly as you could. Sending the kid a wave of thanks, you heard his soft coo in response.
Walking down the main thoroughfare, you came upon a vendor Din started to question before they turned and walked off, leaving him trailing off mid sentence with a sigh.
Behind the booth was an alley with a man crouched down in front of two children. They looked so sad, you decided to do something about it. A gentle nudge with your mind, and two pieces of fruit rolled off the vendor’s table, landing softly against the children’s feet. You made sure to make their path look haphazard and natural.
The children beamed as they picked them up, but the man sadly informed them they couldn’t afford them. Taking a step forward, you held up your hand to stop him, Din withdrawing the amount of credits needed from his belt and setting them on the table.
“We can’t-” the man began, but you just waved your hand at him, gently shaking your head back and forth the little the helmet would allow before it slipped. “Thank you,” he finally said instead, to which you only nodded once.
“I need some information,” Din began softly, taking a step forward. “I’m looking for someone.”
The man’s face fell, and he turned to the children. “Okay, bye.” As they scampered off, he rose to his feet. “Please, do not speak to them, or to any of us.” It looked like he had more to say, but couldn’t.
Din took a deep breath in, but was cut short by some armed guards surrounding both you and him. “The Magistrate wants to see you.” Sighing, Din turned to you, signing in Tusken. “Go back to the ship. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Nodding as gently as possible, you didn’t know how else a Mandalorian would respond, so you did the first thing that came to mind. Bringing your hand up in a salute as you stood at attention, you held it for a second before turning on your heel at Din’s slight head shake in reaction.
Well.
You tried.
Xxx
You stood near the front gates as you waited for him, keeping a watchful eye on the village around you.
It was dismal, dark, everything a bit hazy, and an overall sense of gloom hung in the air. Nobody smiled, you heard no laughter, no sounds of children playing around the corner. Just the chatter over the guard’s comms and silence.
Every once in a while, the tense air was broken with a distant yell, someone crying out in anguish as the faint sound of crackling electricity buzzed in the background. It echoed off every wall, so you couldn’t pinpoint where it came from, but it made your spine crawl every time.
You thought you heard a “please” on the wind, carried on the latest cry, right before you saw Din approaching quickly down the street, walking a bit faster when he saw you.
“I told you to wait on the ship,” he signed, ignoring the questioning eyes of the man who let you into the city close on his heels.
“I decided this was best,” you signed back, earning a soft growl of frustration from him.
“Problem?” The man looked between the two of you as he came to stand across from you where you leaned against the front wall, one leg bent, foot propped up against the stone beneath you easily.
You started to shake your head when your breath caught in your chest as you were abruptly hauled off the wall by the material at the back of your neck. Turning to find your assailant, you were met with none other than Din’s visor, tilted at you pointedly, making the scoff you were about to let loose die on your lips as you remembered your cover.
“No, no problem,” he grunted as he began to haul you toward the front gates, and out of the city. “Just a little domestic dispute is all.”
Swallowing the huff you wanted to let out, you shrugged out of his hold, signing in a flurry when your hands were free. “Domestic dispute my ass.”
The man let out a snort of laughter, looking down to his feet to try and conceal his amusement. When he looked back up to find two T visors on him, he sighed. “Did I mention I speak Tusken?” After a moment he held up his hands placatingly. “But, hey, it’s none of my business.” He leaned in on the last few words with a wink, before leaning back again, hands falling to rest on his belt easily.
After a long moment, you signed something not so nice to him, making him laugh. “Sorry. I know when I’m not wanted.”
The child let out a coo from his satchel, looking up at the man with bored eyes.
“What is that thing anyway?”
Narrowing his eyes up at the man, his ears falling to the side of his head in an unimpressed scowl, the kid let out a soft grunt.
“I keep it around for luck.” Din’s dry tone made you want to laugh.
“You’re gonna need it where you’re headed.” The man’s ominous warning didn’t sit well with you, and you turned your back on him, heading toward the tree line.
With the helmet’s enhanced hearing, you were just able to make out his low voice as he leaned into Din. “What about them? You keep them around for luck, too?”
You couldn’t hold back the soft snort when Din mumbled softly, “Something like that.”
Xxx
You stayed several paces ahead of him the entire way back to the ship, letting the helmet slip to the side a bit further with every impact of your feet as you tread a little more forcefully than necessary.
Not knowing what else to do, you had reached up and offered your best salute, hoping it didn’t look as awkward as it felt. Din had walked off with a shake of his head, not offering you much hope that you looked very convincing. But then…. Then he came and hauled you off the wall by the back of your neck like a mothering animal to a misbehaving baby…. At least you had tried to be a little Mandalorian, you grumbled to yourself, thoughts bouncing off every wall of your mind.
Meanwhile he had just been plain Din, what with his domestic dispute, and luck, and something like that. Letting out an exaggerated breath, you rolled your eyes, which was a bad idea, because when you tried to focus forward again, the helmet had slipped further in those precious seconds and your field of view was now almost completely sideways somehow.
Going back to the ship, as soon as you were on board, you ripped the helmet off, taking a deep breath.
“How does he do it?” You mumbled, setting the lump of beskar on a crate.
After some time passed, you were startled when a body pressed up against your back. It wasn’t until you felt the cool touch of beskar against your ear that you relaxed again, letting your eyes fall closed as you let out a sigh. You were still baffled by how he could move so silently.
“We need to work on your Mandalorian etiquette." His voice was low and somewhat amused, his hands finding purchase on your upper arms before they began to trace down towards your hands.
"Why? Was I a little... Rusty?" You looked over your shoulder at him, fighting a smirk.
Stopping all movement, Din went rigid, even his modulator falling silent. Turning abruptly, he let go of you, and made his way out and back down the ramp to the outside of the ship.
“Din?” You chuckled, watching him with your eyes. Following him to the top of the ramp, you popped your head through the opening and followed his steps as he made his way around the Crest in a circle with knit brows. “Din.”
You tried everything, but he didn’t speak to you for a good hour after that.
You tried really hard to get him to talk to you and he just looked at you for a moment, pausing his incessant movement, shook his head in disbelief, and began working on part of the Crest again.
Finally you’d had enough, following on his heels like a bad smell, lamenting, "It's the armor! It's rubbing off on me!"
He mumbled so quietly you almost missed it. "I'll help rub something off on you-"
"What?" You cut him off.
"What?" He fired back dryly just as fast.
You stared at him for a long moment, your eyes flitting over his helmet as your jaw dropped in shock before you squeaked, "What?!?”
Another long moment passed before he simply turned and walked away in silence.
"Din?"
He held up a hand, waving it dismissively as if to say "Shhhh!"
“Ugh!” You groaned, throwing your head back and staring at the ceiling of the ship as you followed him around. “Will you please tell me what the Magistrate wanted?”
“Wants me to kill a Jedi.”
You stopped moving, your head snapping up to look at him properly.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to,” he clarified. “Offered me a spear of pure beskar in exchange. If I turned that down, it’d look suspicious. Plus, she gave me coordinates of her last known location. Get your stuff packed up, we’ll leave as soon as you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now,” you said without hesitation. “I’m not going to take the armor off, it was too hard to get it to look right in the first place, plus if we run into anyone from town, we need to sell our story again.” You turned, taking a few steps toward the ramp before rounding on him with a finger held close to his visor. “But I’m not wearing the helmet.”
“I thought it stayed pretty well-”
“That’s because he,” you pointed to his little green ward sound asleep in the satchel, “wore himself out holding it on for me, then I held it the rest of the time.”
Din looked down at the child. “I didn’t know,” he murmured.
“Not everything is black and white like your visor would lead you to believe, Din.”
Xxx
Walking through the woods, the soft moans of the wood chomping creatures the only sound in the air, you kept a few paces ahead of him.
“So you have to kill a Jedi?”
He only grunted in response.
After a long moment of silence, your voice lowered before you continued, something hesitant in your chest. “Do you do this sort of thing a lot?” You looked over your shoulder at him, eyes lowering to the ground before you turned forward again, voice going lower still. “I mean, before I came along.”
Din sighed. “A bounty was a bounty, mesh’la. I…. I didn’t really think twice. Didn’t look much further than the information on the puck. Until this one.”
Chancing a glance back at him one more time, you saw he was looking down at the kid in his satchel with a fond tilt of his head, the kid now wide awake and blinking large eyes up at him as he babbled nonsense around an adoring smile.
“What made you think twice?”
Din lifted his visor to look at you straight on. “I don’t know. It just didn’t feel right. He was just a kid….” His focus turned toward the ground in thought, his voice going along with it. “….kinda like I was.”
“If….” You turned forward, unable to look at him as you said the next part. “If you got my puck, what would you do?”
“Go straight to the bar and get you the hell out of there.” He didn’t even hesitate.
You smiled softly. “No, I mean if you didn’t know me.”
“Oh.” Suddenly his hand was around your elbow, tugging you gently to a stop. “Mesh’la, you don’t want to go down this road.”
“Maybe you’re right. I just…. I don’t know. I’m curious-”
“No. Mesh’la,” he tugged you softly in the opposite direction you had been going. “You really don’t want to go down this road. The coordinates are that way.”
“….Oh.” Taking a few steps in the proper direction to get ahead of him again, you scrunched up your face in disbelief at yourself once you were past him as you mumbled, “I knew that.”
His hand still around your elbow stopped you short. “Mesh’la.”
Sighing, you looked at the ground. “Forget it, Din.”
He tried again, ignoring you, his tone just as soft. “Mesh’la.”
Refusing to face him, you lifted your gaze to study the forest of dead trees around you, the faint figures of the giant creatures lowing in the distance drawing your focus as you spoke. “No, Din. I don’t know what I wanted to know. Just…. Just forget it. Okay? Please?”
He sighed. “Mesh’la,” you echoed his heavy exhale, rolling your eyes, making him let out a soft snort of laughter. “Before…. My job as a bounty hunter wasn't…. Nice. It was an existence more than anything. Yes, it came to be something I enjoyed to an extent, but…. The taking of lives, ruining someone’s life, breaking up a family…. That was never the part I wanted. I hated that part.” The fingers around your elbow slowly began to trace absent patterns. “I….” He let out a huff. “I came back to the bar, back to you, to try and forget about those parts. You made me feel a little bit more human when I’d been stripped down to just a monster in beskar.”
Turning, you looked up into his visor. “You were never a monster, Din.” He shook his head at you with a disbelieving huff, his gaze falling toward the ground. “You weren’t,” you said more firmly, trying to catch his gaze again, smiling ever so slightly when you did. “You may scare Mythrol, but you’re not a monster.” You leaned in slightly, like you were sharing a secret. “I scare Mythrol, remember. And I am most definitely not a monster.”
“I don’t know….” He mused, his voice dripping in amusement. He began to move down the correct path again, pulling you gently until his hand fell from your arm as he pulled in front of you. “Have you seen you just after you wake up?”
Stopping in your tracks after only a few steps, your jaw dropped as an indignant scoff tumbled out, making him chuckle. Stomping past him, you brushed his shoulder with your own, the beskar on each set of armor bouncing off the other with a clang. “I take it all back. You’re awful.”
It only took a few more minutes before Din slowed to a stop behind you, making you turn to face him, tugging at the scarf around your neck where it was still tucked into the armor. “This is starting to itch….”
“I tried to warn you,” he muttered, pressing a few buttons on his vambrace as he looked around, pressing something on the side of his helmet once he was satisfied. “Well, these are the coordinates.”
Looking around, you tugged the scarf a bit harder, sighing in relief when it loosened just a bit. “This?” You used your other hand to gesture to the vacant space, save for barren trees.
He only nodded, turning slowly to survey the area for himself. “Keep your eyes open.”
“For what?” You grumbled. “This place is a ghost planet.”
He huffed, making another half turn before turning back towards you, his shoulders tense. “We must be close.”
Something rustled not far from you, making all three of you snap your attention to the side at the sound, searching for the source.
“You hear that?”
“No. I’m just reacting exactly like you for absolutely no reason,” you grumbled, eyes darting back and forth in search of the sound. It was hard to swallow the smile that wanted to come up when you felt his visor level on the side of your face, utterly unimpressed with your jokes.
Keeping his visor fixed on you, he walked over to a large nearby stone, setting the kid down on top of it. Finally, he turned to look at the kid as he spoke softly. “Don’t worry. Sit right here. Let me see what’s out there.”
Pulling the scope off his rifle, he looked around the area, coming back to a spot with a sigh. “False alarm.”
Following his line of sight, you saw one of the giant creatures in the distance, meandering slowly through the leafless trees. You were about to make a joke, something about the huge beasts and how they obviously hid so well, when you felt a sudden surge in the Force. You barely had time to say, “Mando!” before he spun just in time to block two white sabers with his vambraces.
The metal sang under the pressure of the blades before they were drawn back and you saw the face of your attacker, a Togruta, very strong with the Force.
She glanced between the two of you quickly before she went in again for another swipe at his beskar, the clang and ting of impact ringing around the clearing. A spin sent the blades careening for your own armor clad arms, and you felt the impact vibrate throughout the metal as you swiftly blocked, then put distance between you once again.
Using the Force, you summoned your saber from where Din still had it tucked away safely under his cape, and it flew into your waiting hand, igniting on impact.
Without wasting a second, you ran in between them, blocking her sabers with your own. White met purple in blinding flashes, the zing of kyber on beskar rang in between the hum of clashing blades as Din tried to come from the other side.
You saw her eyes widen in shock for only a moment when she saw the glow of your saber meet hers, but she quickly schooled her features back into something more battle ready, more menacing as she came back in for another attempt.
Both of you blasted your vambraces at her, walls of fire coming from each side and meeting in the middle in a collision of flames. She leapt up and out of the way at the last second, soaring high over your heads and landing safely away, firmly on her feet with her blades at the ready.
Din’s whipcord shot out and wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her side, her sabers pointed to the ground. She quickly looked up and you saw her plan form in an instant. Before you could say a word, she had leapt up again, obviously using the Force to gain distance from the two of you, and spun her body over a low hanging branch, yanking Din up by the cord with the movement.
He grunted, reaching out with a blade in his other vambrace to slice the cord tethering them together, dropping to the ground with a thud. He spun to face her as she turned, swinging her sabers with a flick of her wrists to cut the cord still around her at her back with a flash of sparks and hum of her blades on impact. Her blades once again at the ready once the whipcord was gone, she stood ready to charge.
“Ahsoka Tano!” Din held up his hand placatingly, backing up a step when she began to move toward him, his blaster drawn in his other hand. She stopped when she heard what he said. “Bo-Katan sent me!”
She hesitated, eyes darting between the two of you, dancing along the glow of your blade held in front of you at the ready before returning to your eyes.
“We need to talk,” he continued, voice softer as he caught his breath, and her gaze drifted over to the child.
She lowered her sabers as she casually slipped into conversation, and disengaged them, making you hesitate as you lowered your own blade, keeping it ignited as you held it loosely at your side.
“I hope it’s about him.”
After studying her face for a long moment and finding nothing bad, you followed her gaze to look at the child as he cooed softly, tilting his head back and forth as he looked between the three of you.
“And her.”
Looking over your shoulder, you found her eyes now on you, seeming to see beneath the layers of beskar with just a look. Shifting your weight nervously, your gaze darted to Din before you disengaged the saber, clipping it to your belt.
“Him,” you said decidedly as she and Din walked closer to the child.
Narrowing her eyes as they looked you up and down one more time, she pursed her lips as she stared at your face for a long moment. “And you,” she finally added again, something mischievous in her tone.
“No, just hi-”
“You may have just come for him,” she began, turning to walk away further into the woods, stooping down to pick her cloak up off the ground that had fallen off at some point in the battle, then motioning you both forward after a few steps. “But it is both of you that need my help.”
You and Din shared a look before following after her, Din scooping up the child on the way.
“I don’t-”
She held up her hand to stop you, a small smile working its way up her face. “There is no need to lie to me, little one. I could sense you long before I saw you. You’re quite powerful, but obviously never actually trained, much like your little green friend over there.” She gestured to the child with a small jerk of her head, eyes on the path in front of her. “Come.” Pulling the cloak over her shoulders, she finally fully looked at you and smiled. “We have much to discuss.”
“We don’t have anything to discuss,” you grumbled, keeping your stride alongside her. “You and the child do….”
She smiled knowingly. “We’ll see.”
Xxx
Ahsoka sat with the child by a lantern in complete silence. You could feel some sort of exchange happening between them, but you couldn’t tell what it was about, only that it felt friendly and good natured. The large moon behind them made the scene all very picturesque, but from your little viewpoint down here, everything about it made you want to run up and curl yourself around the child and never let go. It felt like a changing of the guard.
Din paced back and forth on the edge of the clearing as you leaned up against one of the old trees, your ankles crossed leisurely and your arms across your chest.
“Could you be any more of a worried father right now?” You chuckled over the words, holding your hands up in surrender when he stopped to stare at you, his head tilted in annoyance.
The armor was long gone from your frame and in a neat bundle with all but one of your capes and your scarf- which you were wearing- near your feet, ready to be carried back to the Crest. Your clothes you’d worn as a base layer had never felt better as you stretched your sore muscles, tired after lugging beskar around all day. You looked down, adjusting your vambraces needlessly, fiddling with the weapons on your belt while you waited.
He began pacing again, face toward the ground as he moved, and you sighed.
“They’ll be fine,” you tried after a minute, your arms crossing back over your chest as you slumped further back against the tree.
He stopped again, his shoulders tense, chest broad as he visibly kept from looking their way. “Can you hear what they’re saying?”
Narrowing your eyes, you tilted your head just slightly in question. “What they are silently saying in their heads?”
“Yes.” He spoke so matter of factly, you couldn’t help but answer in the same tone.
“Oh yeah. He’s complaining about the lack of frogs in his diet- No I can’t hear them!”
With a heavy sigh, his shoulders visibly deflating and rolling forward, he began to pace again, eyes on the ground.
Pushing off the tree, you stepped into his path, stopping him with your hands on his shoulders. The way he was moving you expected it to take more effort but he gave very little resistance, a small breath leaving his modulator as he looked up at you.
“Din. Breathe.” Taking a step closer, you tilted your head back to keep eye contact with him. “This is what he needs. What’s best for him. We won’t let him go if it isn’t right.” Your hands fell down into his cowl and you pulled him closer still. “And after that little fight she put up, I have no doubt he would be completely safe in her hands. She’s a Jedi, Din. She knows what she’s doing, knows what he needs. You know that.”
He let out a ragged breath, his gloved hands coming to rest solidly on your back, fingers tracing absently ever so slightly as he spoke. “I know. Doesn’t make it any easier.”
“Never said it would,” you whispered, turning your head to the side and resting your cheek against the fabric still fisted in your hands.
“And what about you, mesh’la,” Din prodded quietly after a moment, his hands stilling on your spine to hold you to him in a preemptive move. “Is this what you want?” You pulled back to look at him, and his grip only let you pull back enough to tilt your head back further. “Is it what you need?”
“He’s your ward, Din. Your foundling. It’s not my decision-”
He tisked, his head tilting to the right. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”
Closing your eyes, you buried your face in his cowl with a soft groan. Rolling your head back and forth against the fabric, you spoke into the material, unable to look at him. “No. It’s not.”
“You haven’t even talked to her yet-”
“And I don’t need to.” Pulling back, you looked at him through narrowed eyes, your brows pulled together in a scowl. “I’m fine with what I am, Din. Would I have one day, long ago, maybe have become a Jedi? Yeah.” Your eyes fell to his cowl, darting briefly to his signet that glinted in the moonlight, making you smile, before you looked back up at him. “But that’s not where I am now. It’s not where I’m supposed to be. I’m supposed to be here. With you.” You poked his chest, smiling. “….Kicking ass.”
He chuckled softly.
“I didn’t join a clan just to up and leave when something else came along. You know me better than that.” You arched a brow as you looked up at him, eyes flitting back and forth between where you assumed his eyes were.
“I do,” he said softly, leaning his forehead against your own. “I know you.”
“Then why even bring it up?” He laughed again at your soft grumble.
“Because, mesh’la, I want to do what’s best for both of you. Even if you did leave, you’d still be a member of my clan. You’ll always be a member of my clan.”
“Damn right I will be,” you mumbled, unable to contain your smile.
The squeaking of the lantern as it swung by Ahsoka’s side made you both pull away, turning to face the Jedi and your small ward. She set the lantern on the ground, then shared a long look with Din, then you, a soft smile on her face, before finally turning and setting the small child on a nearby stone.
He grunted softly as he looked between all of you, his ears wiggling as he did.
She sat on a rock across from him, tucking her arms under her cloak as she settled in, staring at the lamp for a long moment, before she looked back at the child with a fond smile, tilting her head as he continued to babble and coo.
“Is he speaking?” Din finally broke the silence. “Do you…. Understand him?”
“In a way.” Looking at the child fondly, she then looked up to Din. “Grogu and I can feel each other’s thoughts.”
Everything stopped. Your breath caught in your chest. Your eyes went wide from where they studied her, darting over to the little green child you’d instantly connected with, come to love more and more over the months, and would protect with your life. The kid.
“Grogu?” Din spoke hesitantly, as if tasting the word as it passed through his lips.
Lifting his ears, the chi- Grogu turned up toward Din, a questioning coo you’d never heard him make before softly tumbling forward into the silent space.
“Yes. That’s his name.” Ahsoka looked at the chi- Grogu with something that seemed like sadness.
Reaching out, you felt nothing but a kindred connection between the two of them, almost making you smile as the ki- Grogu turned to look at the Jedi again, but you successfully tucked it away. Turning to look up at Din, you watched as he shifted his weight a bit, processing this new information.
“Grogu.” He said it more confidently, looking directly at the kid, an affectionate tilt of his head after when Grogu immediately perked up, turning his way, ears up, eyes wide, and that silly little questioning coo tumbling out again, followed by a sweet, short little squeal of returned affection.
“He was raised at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.” Ahsoka stared at the lamp as she spoke. “Many Masters trained him over the years. At the end of the Clone Wars when the Empire rose to power, he was hidden.” Din lowered to a stone across from her, listening with rapt attention. “Someone took him from the Temple.”
His visor turned to you, and without even looking, you felt its weighted stare along the lines of your face. “I saw it.” Glancing up toward the Jedi, she tilted her head to the side in question, studying you closely. “I was there.”
“That’s not possible,” she gently shook her head. “You would have been too young-”
“I was only a baby when the Temple burned.” You held her gaze, hard as it was, but you managed. “I remember the smoke, billowing into the sky. My parents shaking their heads, watching with such sadness…. The dread, not my own, but an overwhelming, horrible feeling I’ll never forget just coming over me in waves as the flames grew.”
Removing the saber from your belt, you gently moved it back and forth between your hands idly as you continued. “I found this on Trask, in a black market box stamped with the Empire’s symbol in the corner. It called to me. Endlessly, until I touched it. Then the voices quieted, and….”
“The visions started,” Din offered softly in support.
“Tell me about them.”
Looking over at Din, you smiled sardonically. “Um, okay.” You looked at the ground for a moment before looking back up at her, expecting some sort of judgment, but only found curiosity and a touch of concern. “It started with the vision of the k- Grogu,” you corrected yourself pointedly, making her smile, “at the Temple on that day.”
His big eyes blinked up at you as he babbled softly, his head tilting to the side as a hand reached out toward you. Sticking your index finger out to place in his small hand with a smile, you continued quietly. “I saw it all as a bystander. Then I saw him. I leaned over him to protect him on instinct, then it all faded. When I told him about it, he did this,” you wiggled your finger in reference, making him giggle. “And I saw from his perspective.”
Removing your finger, you reached it up to scratch the top of his head, a contented purr making you smile. Turning back to the Jedi, you lowered your hand to your lap. “When I leaned over him in my dream…. Vision…. Thing,” you huffed, “in his memory, I was still there. I was a shadow covering him, and made him feel safe…. At peace.” Reaching out, you pulled your finger on the tip of his ear, making it shake away from you as he let out a squeal, his face scrunching up in amusement. “When he looked up, I saw my own face looking down into his cradle. I had just gotten my vambraces, and the saber, his signet on my knife, and all of it was there and accurate down to the last detail.”
Ahsoka leaned forward, resting her head on her fist, elbow braced on her knee. “And the second?”
You sighed, leaning back on your palms. “I saw him,” you jerked your head to the left toward Din. “A ten year old him, living a story he’d only vaguely told me about weeks before. Details he never mentioned, things he forgot…. Then, at the end, a Mandalorian flew off with him on a jet pack, and I swore it was like he was looking right at me.”
“When she told me that, I remembered seeing a girl down below as we took off,” Din said almost disbelievingly. “It sounds crazy, but I remembered it clear as day. And just like the other one, the vambraces, the saber, the mudhorn, all of it.”
Ahsoka smiled, bracing her other arm and cradling it under her chin beside the first as her eyes flicked between you all amusedly. “Sounds to me like the three of you were always meant to be a clan of three.” She nodded toward the saber in your hands. “And that was always meant to come to you.” She held your gaze firmly with her own. “Kyber crystals choose the wielder, not the other way around. If it brought you to it, then immediately quieted when in your hands….” She sat back, her hands falling to her lap. “Then you were chosen.”
You stared at her, hesitating before finally stating the obvious. “But I’m not a Jedi.”
“Doesn’t matter. The Force worked with the crystal, and that is what it chose to show you. Purple kyber can be extremely….”
“An asshole?” She smiled at your muttered response.
“Rambunctious,” she concluded. “But then again, the crystals are supposed to be a reflection of the wielder, so I suppose you knew that already.” Sending you a wink, she turned back to Din and Grogu, her voice floating into your head. We’ll finish talking later. I feel you haven’t told me about one other vision that is troubling you. Perhaps I can help.
Looking over at Din, you remember how he had reacted to the possibility of someone saying he had removed his helmet. It was like you had broken him. Darting your eyes back to Ahsoka, you were grateful she had kept this one between you.
“Then his memory becomes…. dark,” she continued, looking at Grogu sadly. “He seemed lost.” Looking over, you saw the little one hanging his head almost dejectedly. “Alone.” She looked at you pointedly, before turning her gaze back toward Din. “I’ve only known one other being like this. A wise Jedi Master named Yoda.”
At the name, a warm sensation crawled over your skin, a familiar feeling settling in your gut, almost as if a presence was right behind you, as words from when you found the saber echoed in your head.
A gravelly, quirky voice invaded your mind, echoing in the vast nothingness you found yourself in. You didn’t recognize it, but it brought you a sense of peace. “Trust in the Force, you must. Your path, you have found. Easy, it will not be, but walk it still, you must.”
Ahsoka chuckled softly, Grogu letting out an amused grunt as they shared a look, some unspoken exchange passing between them.
“Can he still wield the Force?”
Din hesitated, shifting his weight slightly. “You mean his powers?”
Ahsoka’s eyes darted to you quickly before they landed back on Din, her smile growing, her eyes softening. “The Force is what gives him his powers. It is an energy field created by all living things. To wield it takes a great deal of training and discipline.”
Her eyes once again fell on you in an unspoken question, and you shrugged, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment before meeting her gaze again in amusement. “I’ve tried to explain it before. I don’t….” You shrugged again, smiling. “It just doesn’t take.”
Nodding in understanding, her eyes danced with mirth as they fell back on the Mandalorian.
“I’ve seen him do things I can’t explain.” Din spoke haltingly, looking at Grogu before looking at you. “The same things, if not sometimes more than I’ve seen her do.” Looking back at Ahsoka, he sighed. “My task was to bring him to a Jedi.”
Something dark crossed over her face, her eyes falling back down to study the lamp again, her voice dropping with it. “The Jedi Order fell a long time ago.”
“So did the Empire, yet it still hunts him.” Lifting her gaze to his visor, she seemed to ponder his words. “He needs your help.”
A faint smile climbed her face as her gaze fell back down on the lamp. When she looked over at Grogu, you followed, and saw the child was almost asleep, fatigued from the long mental exchange, no doubt. She sighed as he let out gentle coos, right on the edge of rest. “Let him sleep.” She took a deep but silent breath. “I’ll test him in the morning.”
You got to your feet, walking over to Din’s side as he scooped up the child, pausing when her voice sounded at your back.
“You. Stay.”
Turning, you saw her looking you right in the eye as she got to her feet. “There’s something I want to try.”
Looking across your shoulder at Din, you saw him hesitate a few feet away. Nodding once, you jutted your chin in the direction of the Crest. “I’m fine. Go.” When he lingered, you sighed, closing the distance between you, your hand coming to rest on his upper arm. “If you’re gonna be all Mando about it, at least go sit and lean against the tree I was leaning against earlier. And try to sleep? Please?” Giving his arm a squeeze, you plastered on your best smile. “For me?”
“That’s not fair,” he sighed, turning to head over to the tree several yards away.
“Thank you!” You called after him, laughing when he waved a hand in the air dismissively. Turning back to face Ahsoka, you waited for her to explain.
“How did you come to know how to use the Force?”
Shifting your weight from foot to foot uncomfortably, you stared at her for a long moment before you found the courage to respond. So far in your life, you’d talked to a total of one other person about this. Din. Adding another finger to the count was hard.
“On my own. I just…. Did it. It’s not technically proper use of the Force, but by the time I was old enough to understand that, there was no proper training available. So I used it for mundane things until they came into my life.” You gestured behind you with a slight backwards lean of your head. “Now I only use it to help keep them safe. Well, and when Mando is being annoying. But I consider that saving my life, and sometimes his, depending on this situation.” You laughed softly.
“You don’t want training.” It wasn’t a question. An observation.
You shook your head. “The kid, he needs this. Deserves this. He’s going to do great things someday. He’ll always be my ad’ika, but the things he’s destined for are far from little.” (“Little one.”)
Ahsoka smiled fondly, nodding in agreement with a soft hum as she began to circle you slowly. “I can feel it in you. The chaos. The mischief you spoke of from the kyber, it simmers just below the surface.” She came to stop directly in front of you, her thumb and index finger clutching her chin in thought. “It’s part of what fuels you, gives you the strength you have, the abilities you’ve expressed like the visions and connections before their time, but….” Her eyes studied your face, darting all over until she found what she was looking for, finally returning to your eyes. “It’s also a source of anger for you. A loss of control. I sense a rage that sits just on the edge, ready to tip over with little provocation.”
Your eyes fell to the ground in shame. “The last few times I’ve gotten emotional, highly stressed or scared specifically, it…. It feels like I’m not in control.” Lifting your gaze to hers once again, you found only grace there, no scorn or judgment. “I’m able to stop it, rein it in, but each time it’s a little harder. It’s so easy. This last time I thought I was fine, that it had stopped at some crates shaking on a platform, but then Mando went to hug me, and I tried to gently push him off, but…. Instead I pushed him back several feet.” Looking down at your palms, you stared as if they held the answer. “It was like something exploded out of me, it wasn’t…. I didn’t….” Swallowing roughly, you lowered your hands as you lifted your head to look at her fully. “Please help me.”
As her hands went to clasp behind her back, she began to circle you again. “Tell me about this other vision.”
“It was something in the future, Mando’s future, to be exact.” She nodded for you to continue. “It happened right after the others, came on like a headache. Other Mandalorians asked if he’d removed his helmet. He said yes. They excommunicated him from their ranks. He was devastated in the vision and when I told him about it.”
“There’s something you’re leaving out. A detail…. Something small you couldn’t quite see.” Her head is tilted to the side as she rounds into your field of view again, passing around the other side a few seconds later.
“How did you….” You huffed. “I guess that’s the difference between proper training and not….” She chuckled at your muttered words. “A weapon. I think. I don’t know. A small black…. Something laid at his feet, but no matter how hard I looked, it was just like I was asleep, my eyes too bleary to make it out.”
Coming around in front of you for the umpteenth time, she stopped, looking at you with an arched brow. “I’m going to teach you something basic we learn in the Temple as younglings. I think it’ll help you learn to focus. Maybe, if you can apply the practice to this dream-”
“So it was a dream, not a vision?”
“It was the future, a possible outcome, however you want to call it.”
You sighed as she smiled before continuing. “If you can apply this practice to this vision, maybe it’ll help clear up any lingering confusion.”
Nodding your head vigorously, you stood a bit straighter. “Please. Yes. What do I need to do?”
She stood directly in front of you, walking a few paces away before turning to face you once again, her expression nothing but kind and amused. “I want you to jump.”
“How high?” You joked, your weight shifting easily onto one leg, thinking she was teasing.
“That is entirely up to you.”
Centering your weight again, your eyes widened before a look of incredulity crossed your features. “Oh, you’re serious?”
Hands still behind her back, she leaned just slightly toward you, her eyes practically dancing with held back laughter it seemed. “Jump.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “How does this help-”
“If you’d just do it, you’d understand.”
You whirled around when her voice sounded at your back, finding her now suddenly behind you several feet, stood in the same posture, hands behind her back patiently. “How did you….” Closing your eyes, your brows knit together, you shook your head in disbelief, eyes flying open when you felt a sudden surge in the air around you, a slight breeze making the finer hairs around your face move just slightly, only to find the spot she had been in empty.
“I promise this will work,” she said from off to your left, making you spin to try and find her yet again.
“Okay, now you're just showing off.” Hands on your hips, you grumbled at her with an arched brow, making her laugh.
Suddenly she shot up overhead like she had during the fight, landing back where she had started as if nothing had happened, and all you could do is watch with your jaw dropped.
“Maybe,” she conceded, “but I thought a little demonstration was necessary, don’t you think?”
Lifting your chin and straightening your spine, you closed your eyes, tapping into everything around you. The Force flowed up from the ground, still vibrant and plush despite the barren surface surrounding you. A whole mess of creatures just below the surface working hard to repair the damaged soil sending vibrations across your skin. Ahsoka shined bright in front of you, little tendrils of energy rolling off of her like condensation on a nice cool drink. Somewhere behind you you heard Din and Grogu snoring softly, both of them emitting something so good and content that washed over you like waves.
It all built up in you like a spring, coiled and ready to burst, and when you bent your knees just slightly then rocked to the balls of your feet, suddenly the ground fell away, and with your eyes still closed, the wind rushing in your face made you grin.
Once something solid was under you once again, you peeked your eyes open to find yourself on the other side of Ahsoka now, standing on top of the rock you had been sitting on earlier. It was several feet away, much more than you should have been able to jump on your own. Your cape fluttered down around you from the force of the movement, swooshing just slightly until it came to a stop.
You looked at Ahsoka, finding a lopsided grin climbing up her face as she watched you closely. “Now,” she said quietly, “use that focus, draw on it, and think about that vision. The object. The space. The people. Pull from everything, and let it build you a clearer picture.”
Nodding, you closed your eyes, recalling every aspect you could. The other Mandalorians. Din. Narrowing your brows you realized Grogu wasn’t there. You didn’t see yourself, either, but you could tell you were somewhere in the background, watching.
The object at his feet shimmered like a mirage from the heat of Tatooine. That was different from before, now it was coming in and out of focus, still just enough hidden that you couldn’t tell what it was, though.
“Then you are a Mandalorian no more.”
Your focus pulled to Din as the words of the other Mandalorian echoed in your head, and you saw his world shatter. He began to ask for forgiveness, how he could atone, and the other Mandalorian next to him made some jab, and you wanted to punch him for it.
Sizing up the brute, you heard Ahsoka whisper near your left ear, “Focus….”
Shaking your head, you tried to do what she said, looking down at their feet to see the object clearly for the first time.
“It’s…. It’s a saber?” You tilted your head as you stared at the item, wanting to be certain. Din picked it up and left before the vision dissipated. You stared at Ahsoka with wide eyes. “A saber. But how can that be?”
“Describe it to me.”
“Black hilt, um…. The other Mandalorians didn’t seem surprised by it, either. It almost seemed like they had maybe been fighting over it with the position Mando and the asshole were in.”
A light went off behind her eyes, understanding covering her features.
“Do you know it?”
Her head tilted to the side, a mischievous look taking over her face. “I think it’ll all be okay.”
“Mesh’la?”
Leaning to the side to look around Ahsoka, you saw Din standing near one of the rocks a few feet away, Grogu still snoring in his arms.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
“No, the little womp rat did. Had some dream, started flailing, smacked my helmet pretty hard, actually. The sound woke me up….” He looked down as the kid started sleeping fitfully again.
Ahsoka reached out, placing a hand on his head, and instantly the lines on his face soothed, his limbs coming to still as he snuggled further into Din’s arms. “He’s dreaming about frogs,” she laughed softly.
“What have you two been doing?”
You smiled at Din as he looked at you expectantly. “Watch this.”
Xxx
The next day Ahsoka brought your little clan to a clearing, leading your little band as you brought up the rear. Grogu cooed from his spot in Din’s arms, looking all around with wide eyes.
You watched the mossy ground pass underfoot as you walked, marveling at the greenness of it as it squished beneath your feet. Growing up on a planet basically made of durasteel and concrete, you felt like you were walking on air. Leaning closer to Din in front of you, you pushed up onto your tip toes and whispered, “Somewhere green.”
He snorted. “This doesn't count.”
“I see green, it counts,” you grumbled.
“It’s barely even green, mesh’la. It’s moss. The rest of the planet is a wasteland.”
“It counts.”
“Fine, it can count,” he mumbled. “But as soon as I take you somewhere like Endor, or Naboo, even Sorgan….” Grogu’s ears perked up on the last one, his face turning up to look at Din with a smile. “You’re not even going to remember this place.”
Before you could respond, the group was coming to a stop, and before you realized, you were bumping into Din’s back with a soft oomph. “Ow,” you muttered pitifully, rubbing your nose as you took a step back.
Peering over your hand, you saw Ahsoka smiling at Grogu still perched in Din’s arms. “Let’s see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind.” She booped his nose with her finger. Motioning over towards a nearby stone, she turned to look for something while Din set Grogu down on the large rock.
He sidled up beside you, muttering in a low voice, “What do you think she is going to do?”
“I’m not sure,” you studied her as she picked up a stone before rising to her feet again. “But I trust her.” Tilting your head back to look up into his visor, arms across your chest, you tried to ease his worry with a reassuring smile. “So far she hasn’t given me a reason not to.”
“No voices?”
The smile took a crooked tilt up in amusement as you turned your attention to Grogu. “No voices. No bad feelings. No premonitions. Nothing about the past, present, or future. And no taunting kyber crystals.” Turning back to his visor, you narrowed your eyes playfully. “Did I cover everything?”
“Just making sure,” he clarified somewhat teasingly, turning his own attention over to the child.
“Well, there was one voice.” You saw his head turn toward you in your peripheral and you smirked. “Hers. She spoke to me in my head.”
“You…. She…. Can do that?” He sounded amazed but also slightly disturbed.
“Easily,” you mused, trying to contain the broad grin trying to come out.
“Ne shab’rud’jetiise,” he mumbled under his breath, turning back to face Ahsoka with a slight incline of his head. (“Don’t fuck with Jedi.”)
Facing her palm upwards with a small stone resting in the center, she turned it toward Grogu, keeping the stone held firmly to her palm with the Force. Then, with a slight push, the stone began to float through the air slowly, gently tumbling end over end like a planet on its rotation.
Din took in a sharp breath when the rock started levitating, holding it until the stone landed in Gorgu’s hands. Letting it out on a stutter, his chest deflated a bit with the motion, his shoulders curling forward just slightly in relief.
Letting out soft coos, Grogu looked at the stone, then over to you before he turned to Ahsoka.
Holding her palm face up once again, she smiled at him encouragingly. “Now, return the stone to me, Grogu.”
The child looked down at the stone one more time before lifting his gaze and darting it between the three of you, eyes wide and innocent. You’d seen this look before. He knew exactly what was going on, what was expected of him, but something stood in the way. He got almost a little bit…. Shy.
“He doesn’t understand,” Din finally offered after a long moment of silence, and you had to bite your lip to keep from grinning at how concerned he was.
“He does,” Ahsoka assured, turning from the Mandalorian to the child. “It’s okay,” she soothed after he whined quietly, staring down at the stone. Slightly bouncing her extended palm for emphasis, her tone once again grew more firm. “The stone, Grogu.”
With the slightest jerk of his head toward the Jedi, Din motioned for the child to do what she said. You almost rolled your eyes at him. Gone were the days of a cold Mandalorian, jumping from job to job and only worrying about credits and his ship. He’d never admit it out loud, but he wanted so badly everything for this child. He was the nervous father on the sidelines, trying to help their child succeed in any way they could. It made your chest feel too small for the feeling swelling inside it at the thought.
You brought a hand to cover your mouth in an attempt to hide the smile trying to betray you at the scene unfolding in front of you. When Grogu looked up at you after Din, it was all you could do to raise your eyebrows in encouragement and tilt your head toward Ahsoka like he had, keeping the smile sealed beneath your fingers.
The whole exchange felt light and easy, so it was surprising when the kid looked to the stone for a final time before dropping it in front of him with a frustrated grunt. It made your brows knit together as you studied your little ward, trying to reach out to him with encouraging thoughts, happy things, maybe even something about frogs, but he was completely closed off to you.
Din let out a sigh behind you, his weight shifting slightly as you knew he, too, was feeling Grogu’s discouragement without any need of using the Force.
Ahsoka let out a sigh of her own, before walking over and crouching in front of Grogu, staring at him intently. When she reached out and took his small hand with hers, you reached out to try and feel what they were ‘saying’. Closing her eyes she ducked her head and took a deep breath before she spoke calmly. “I sense much fear in you.”
Grogu looked at her as he babbled softly, ears wiggling as he did. You didn’t sense anything from him to her, he didn’t even try, but there was a small tendril being extended to you, faint and tentative, like a child hiding in their mother’s skirts when a long lost relative comes to visit. You let every calming thing you could think of flow back on the line being precariously hung between you. Be brave, ad’ika.
Walking back over to her spot across the clearing from the child, Ahsoka explained softly. “He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years.”
Din shifted his weight to one side, his head tilting ever so slightly to the right. “So has she, but she doesn’t have this problem.”
Keeping your eyes on Grogu, you explained in a quiet voice, “I didn’t watch everyone I love die.” Your gaze fell down to study the ground, your voice so low you pictured it skimming just along the surface. “I kept it hidden. He’s kept it buried.” You turned your face up to look at his visor. “Imagine the Crest sat for a year, untouched. At the end of that time, it’s still a ship. But everything about it is going to be rusty, gunky, need a good tune up.” Grogu cooed, bringing your attention back to him with a smile. “He just needs a little elbow grease, is all.”
Humming in agreement, Ahsoka nodded once. “Let’s try something else. Come over here.”
Din jerked his head to the side, beckoning the kid over once again, sighing when Grogu stayed where he was. “He’s stubborn.”
“Not him. You.”
Din turned his attention back to her quickly, your palm coming to slap over your forehead as your eyes scrunched up tight.
“I want to see if he’ll listen to you.” She smiled softly in amusement.
He scoffed, walking over to stand beside her. “That would be a first.”
“I like firsts. Good or bad, they’re always memorable.” She placed the pebble in his hand. “Now, hold the stone out in the palm of your hand. Tell him to lift it up.” She began to walk around behind him, headed toward where you stood to the side.
He sighed again, doing what she asked. “Alright, kid. Lift the stone.”
Ahsoka paused before she made it very far, leaning in by his ear to whisper pointedly, “Grogu.”
Din’s weight shifted side to side as he turned his visor on her, a heavy breath, not quite a sigh, filling in the silence. Facing the child once again, his posture stiffened just a bit. “Grogu….” The child perked up with that adorable new sound he made whenever he heard his name. “Come on, take the stone.” Grogu deflated, his gaze turning toward the ground with a dejected coo. “You see? I told you, he’s stubborn.” This time you actually did roll your eyes when Din enacted every bit the stubborn one and threw the rock to the side in annoyance.
“I wonder where he gets that from,” you mumbled, simply smiling at him when he tilted his head at you in response.
“Try to connect with him.”
After a long moment, Din reached into his belt, pulling the little silver ball out, the child instantly peering up curiously.
“Grogu…. Do you want this?” Din spoke tantalizingly, lowering to his haunches and holding the ball out in front of him. “Well, go ahead. That’s right, take it. Come on. You can have it.” He nodded his head once, gesturing toward the ball. “Come on.”
The ball flew through the air like you had seen a million times on the ship, straight into the kid’s hand. A small burst of joy surged in the air from Grogu, but it quickly faded into something a little more nervous as he stared at the little silver orb.
Din quickly stepped over to him, praise tumbling out of his mouth excitedly. “Good job! Good job, kid. You see that?” He lowered to his haunches, taking the ball back from the child gently. “That’s right. I knew you could do it. Very good.”
You could feel something anxious roll over Ahsoka beside you, and you chanced a glance her way, finding her looking at the pair of them in concern. You knew where this was headed, you’d seen it from the start. You had just hoped that maybe since the Jedi Order wasn’t around anymore that someone would be willing to bend the rules, especially for someone like Grogu. Turning back to watch Din still fawning over the child, you had to physically bite your tongue to not say anything. This needed to come from her.
“He’s formed a strong attachment to you.” Din turned his head to look at her briefly before looking at Grogu again. “I cannot train him.”
Her last words brought him back to his feet. “What? Why not? You’ve seen what he can do.”
You hung back, leaning on the rock you had been observing from, looking between the three of them. Your heart admittedly broke a little to hear the words you already knew would be said. You had found a way. Sure, you weren’t actually a Jedi, but like Ahsoka had said, that didn’t stop some kyber from choosing you. That didn’t stop the Force from making you a clan of three. Attachment hadn’t been something wrong for you, but you saw it was something almost terrifying for her. Something beyond just the teachings of the Jedi. Something about this felt personal.
“His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.” She looked at you pointedly on the last word, almost begging you to understand.
And you did. To a degree. There was also a part of you that still believed this was best for him. The part that had been in that vision with him, had felt his peace and comfort from the halls of the Temple. There was a part of him that longed for this, no matter how deep it was buried.
“All the more reason to train him.” Din was having none of it.
“No.” She stepped closer, her voice lowering. “I’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us.” The last part was almost like an afterthought, and you watched her closely, unable to get another read on her. Her walls had gone up. “I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade.” Looking at Grogu one more time, she turned and began to walk away, passing right by you without a second glance. “I’ve delayed too long. I must get back to the village.”
The child began to whine softly, so you started over toward him, stopping when Din began to speak again, turning to watch the Jedi’s reaction.
“The Magistrate sent me to kill you.” Ahsoka froze at Din’s words. Slowly she turned to look at him over her shoulder, something between disbelief and ‘I should have known better’ on her face. “I didn’t agree to anything,” he continued in a softer tone. “And I’ll help you with your problem, if you see to it that Grogu is properly trained.”
She turned around fully to look at the child once again, but you were standing in the way. She met your eyes as you stepped aside, allowing her gaze to flicker down to the child and you watched the decision roll behind her eyes as she let out a heavy sigh.
Xxx
Walking through the woods back toward the village, Din carrying the child in the satchel and you carrying the bundle of armor until you could get back to the Crest, you listened as they discussed the technicalities of an attack.
Din listed off blasters and droids and a whole mess of things Ahsoka just nodded to, while you made a face at the kid, making him smile from his little perch.
You finally began to listen when Din spoke of the man who had let you into the village. “He reads ex-military to me.”
You scoffed before you mumbled, “He reads asshole to me.”
Din shook his head at you as a soft snort passed through his modulator, Ahsoka smiling fondly. “Combined, not even your laser swords would be able to protect you from all that firepower.”
“You do this on purpose, don’t you?” You turned up toward Din, adjusting the bundle on your back as you stared into his visor.
Ahsoka still smiled, Din just tilting his head at you as she finally spoke. “True. But don’t underestimate the Magistrate either.”
Finally coming to a stop, you dropped the bundle of armor with a thud as they discussed the lady that had hired Din. Stretching your back as you listened, you grimaced at the stiffness in your limbs, shooting the kid a wink when he cooed at you.
“She plundered worlds, destroying them in the process.”
That was enough for you. Anywhere that had life outside of trillions of people crawling around like bugs on duracrete and steel deserved to be saved, not looted. You hated this woman even more now.
“When you were in the city did you see any prisoners?”
“I saw three villagers strung up just outside the inner gate.”
So that’s what you’d heard. You stared at the ground as they continued to talk back and forth, worrying your thumbnail between your teeth. There were no voices, nothing sinister in the back of your mind, just a genuine bad feeling about the whole thing simmering just under your skin.
“We must find a way to free them.”
Din’s voice was amused as he continued. “A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming.”
“And whatever I am.” You didn’t even realize you said it out loud, your head snapping up when you feel three sets of eyes on you. It had been meant to be out loud, then you’d thought better of it, but still it had come tumbling out into the open before you realized it.
Ahsoka placed a hand on your upper arm and a sense of calm began to wash over you. It wasn’t mind control like you had done with Mythrol, but instead just a surge of something good, something rooted deep from within her being shared with you. “You are yourself. And that is all you could ever hope to be.”
A/N: We are getting into some angst with this one, but don’t worry, it ends happy. You know the Mando’a drill by now. We have some show dialogue in this one. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.
(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes to the end of episode 2x4/12, The Siege.)
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Maybe like one or two light swear words?
Word count: 10,121
As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.
Thank you to @blondiwankenobi, @what-the-heckin-heck, and @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis for helping me think of things by just chatting with me.
Thank you to @deceiverofgodss who is the ruler of all Mando’a knowledge, showed me the error of my ways, and was kind enough to help me fix it. (Any errors remaining are my own. It’s hard, okay?)
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Xxx
Sitting in the back of a small landspeeder, smooshed between Din and Karga, the five of you made your way across the lava flats.
The plan was simple. Get in and get out. Easy. The base was mostly abandoned, so there should be no problems once inside. After you rigged it to explode, the rest would take care of itself.
The speeder was small, the front offering Cara and Mythrol plenty of room, but the back, while technically made to hold three, was more conducive to two, so you tried to take up as little room as possible.
After a few minutes of the wind whipping around you, you noticed Din’s arm coming around your shoulders, resting on the seat behind your head casually. You settled into the embrace, slowly realizing his arm tightening around you and drawing you in closer to his chest.
It didn’t take much, your thighs were already pressed together in the cramped back seat, your whole left side sealed up against his right, but still you felt the slight squeak as you slid against the leather of the seat.
Looking up at the side of his helmet, you narrowed your eyes. “What are you doing?” You asked lowly, arching a brow at him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said just as low, leaning in just slightly towards you before sitting back and relaxing in his seat. The movement made you slide the last little bit, settling into him with a soft thump as Mythrol jerked the controls over some debris.
“But if I did,” he continued, his helmet lowered right by your ear, “I don’t see you putting up a fight.”
You’d stopped by the Crest one more time on the way out, dropping off your cloak and Din stocking up on some weapons he thought he would need.
As he passed by you after grabbing another blaster, he grabbed your shoulder lightly, lifting your arms and twisting them in his hold as he studied your vambraces. Pressing a few buttons, lights flashing and motors whirring, he finally was satisfied, lifting his gaze up to yours as he kept a light grip on your arms.
“Mesh’la….”
“I’m not staying.”
He sighed. “That’s not…. I wasn’t….” He let out a heavier sigh. “I was going to say don’t be a hero.”
“Oh.” Your eyes flicked over his visor in amusement, a smirk twisting up the side of your face.
Pushing you to arms length, he tugged on your belt, spinning you slowly as he checked each weapon quickly and effectively. Shoving your blaster back in the holster, he tugged you back until your back was pressed against his chest, his helmet tilting down so the modulator was right by your ear.
“Remember, if anything goes wrong….”
“Don’t shoot. Just look scary and find you.” You turned your head to look up at him with a grin. “Although, I think I’m kinda actually scary now.”
“Oh, are you now?” His tone was amused, his head tilting as he looked down at you.
“Yes. I’ve been practicing.” Your lips quirked higher.
“And how does one practice being scary?”
You looked forward, pretending to be deep in thought. “Well,” you brought a finger to your chin, tapping it lightly as you continued. “It involves flamethrowers, a lightsaber, having scary good aim, yelling Mando’a at people to throw them off, and having a wall of beskar following me around.” You looked back up at him, brow raised.
“So, what you’re saying, is ninety percent of what makes you scary is…. Me?”
You nodded. “I learned from the best.”
“Oh really?”
You turned in his hold, nodding with a grin, hands winding up in his cowl to pull him closer. “But I don’t think you’re scary.”
“No?”
“Not at all.”
The blaring of a horn beeped from the bottom of the ramp of the Crest, making the two of you sigh.
“I’m not saying anything,” you heard Mythrol hiss.
“Why, are you scared?” Cara teased.
“Yes!” He whisper shouted in response.
You giggled, looking up at Din. “See? I told you. Scary.”
“Are you more scared of him or her?” Cara laughed over the question.
Mythrol let out a little squeak. “Do I really have to answer that?”
“There is no wrong answer,” Karga offered in a playful tone.
“I somehow doubt that,” Mythrol said dejectedly.
Now, the closer you got, the more unease you felt. The whistling wind around you faded into menacing whispers, indistinct and threatening. You weren’t sure if it was some other language, just babble, or like someone speaking on the other side of the wall, all you knew was you didn’t understand, and that alone was maddening.
They surged, in and out of your consciousness, dancing along the edges just enough that sometimes you wondered if it was just the wind. But you weren’t that lucky, you thought with a sad smile. When had it ever been just the wind?
The whispers faded, mercifully, as you focused on the conversation around you, discussing the base once again.
“How close you want me to drop you off?” Mythrol asked offhandedly, almost bored, but the slight shake to his voice betrayed his nerves.
Karga leveled a glare on him from his seat beside you. “How ‘bout the front door?” He grumbled.
“It’s a little close for a civilian, don’t you think?”
Karga rolled his eyes, leaning forward in his seat slightly, effectively pushing you further into Din with the motion, not that you were complaining. “I got two choices for ya. You take us in and I knock a hundred years off your debt.”
Mythrol hesitated. “Or?”
“Or I leave ya out here in the lava flats to walk home with whatever’s left in your humidity vest.” Karga looked satisfied with himself, sitting back in his seat, looking over at you as he chuckled disbelievingly. His grin turned a little lopsided as he looked you and Din up and down once, taking in how close the two of you were sitting. “You two look comfortable.” He spoke in a low voice, letting out a deep chuckle of amusement at his own teasing.
Cara peeked back at his lower tone, noticing the look on his face and reached out one hand, batting it lightly on his knee as she scoffed.
“What?” Karga protested loudly as he looked forward at her.
“You know.”
Karga’s spine straightened, his face melting back to something stern at her words, her narrowed eyes making him shift uncomfortably in his seat, grumbling about how this wasn’t his fault.
Cara just rolled her eyes before turning back to the front.
You looked up at Din in amusement at the exchange, moving to right yourself in the seat, but stopped when his thumb and index finger slipped over your pinky like they had in the market, squeezing gently. Looking back up at him with narrowed eyes, he simply looked straight ahead, the only indication he knew he was being watched his head tilting slightly when he gave your finger another squeeze.
“It’s not much of a choice, is it?” Mythrol pouted, getting back to the main topic at hand.
You smirked, looking at the back of Mythrol’s head. “I think he’s getting it.” You turned to Karga with a proud smirk, laughing softly when he winked at you with a slight nod in agreement.
Finally pulling up in front of the base, Mythrol stopped the speeder, cutting the engines. “All right. We can’t go any further than this.”
Karga’s voice was low, determined. “Let’s go.”
Din approached what appeared to be an elevator, pressing the control panel a few times with no results. “Controls are useless. They’re melted.”
Karga sighed. “Well, it’s probably not rated for lava.”
Cara narrowed her eyes in annoyance. “Imperial trash.”
You looked at Cara as she spit the words out vehemently. You’d noticed the tear tattoo before, but it finally hit you, she was from Alderaan. Your stomach sank as you wondered if she’d lost anyone, and you immediately kicked yourself over how stupid that question was. Her planet was destroyed. She’d probably lost everyone.
“All right, I’m headed back. Hit me up on the comm, we could set up a rendezvous time.” Mythrol spoke loudly, beginning to start up the speeder again, soft beeps coming from the controls.
Karga pointed at him harshly. “You park your gills right there until I say otherwise.”
“I’m startin’ to dehydrate, boss.” Mythrol pouted, and you rolled your eyes.
Turning, you watched Din as he walked around, looking for another way in. Following his lead, you took a few steps back and looked up toward the base, shielding your eyes from the sun to get a better view. Mythrol and Karga continued to bicker, but you tuned them out, going over to Din and nudging him in the arm with your elbow.
When he looked down at you, you pointed up at a platform high above, and he followed your gaze, nodding slightly as he pressed the side of his helmet to change his display, studying it a bit more closely.
“Hurry up.” Karga was ushering a begrudging Mythrol towards the door, some small tool in his hand as he approached the control panel.
“Hold tight.” Din’s arm came around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest like he did on the ship on Trask.
Looking up at his visor, you quirked an eyebrow when you found his head turned toward the others. “Them or me?”
Looking down at you, his head tilted to the side just slightly, he said in a low tone, “Both work.”
Scrambling, you barely got your arms up around his neck before he used the jet pack and you both were lifting into the air up toward the platform.
“A little warning would have been nice!” You hissed into his neck over the howling of the wind around you.
“I said ‘hold on’!” He laughed softly over the words, his grip around your waist tightening.
You let out an annoyed groan, tilting your head back and peering over his shoulder as the top of the platform came into view. Your eyes went wide. “Din, we have company.”
He kept his body between you and the platform, his beskar a shield should the two of you take any fire. “Where?”
“At your six.” You reached for your belt, his arm around you cinching impossibly tighter when you let go of his neck, fumbling for your blaster. “I can’t…. It’s just….” Because of the tight grip, your blaster was pressed tightly into your thigh, and you couldn’t get it out. The only thing you could get at was your knife. Pulling it out of the sheath, Din rolled his head slightly in annoyance when he saw it. “Oh hush,” you hissed. “It’s this or nothing. This was your idea. Just get us to the platform.”
Summoning every bit of focus you could, you ignored the pained whispers swirling around you like tendrils, trying to wrap themselves around any part of you they could. You saw the moment the stormtrooper saw you, and focusing on his blaster as it rose to aim at you, you pulled your arm back and whipped the knife forward, throwing it with deadly precision.
It knocked the weapon out of his hand, cutting him in the process, and he cried out in pain, clutching his hand to his chest. “Blast them!” He yelled at his squad, just as Din touched down on the platform.
Focusing again, you closed your eyes and reached out, hearing a faint click echo around the platform as each blaster malfunctioned in sync. Keeping the mechanical failure held up, you kept your eyes closed as you heard the sounds of struggle around you, blaster fire and the sound of beskar striking flesh moving rapidly around the deck. When it was silent, you opened your eyes, seeing stormtroopers lying motionless all across the surface of the platform, Din standing easily over by the control panel of the elevator.
Two troopers popped up from behind some crates, and without thinking, you drew your blaster with one hand, reaching out with the other. You shot one down before he got a shot off, the other you used the Force to catch his blaster bolt before it even traveled a few feet and sent it back at him, making him drop like his friend beside him.
A third came running out of a doorway, and with a flick of your wrist you sent him over the edge, his yell growing quieter and quieter the further he fell, until it finally stopped with a muffled thud at the bottom.
You heard the beep of the control panel, turning to find Din walking away from it and looking at you. “Have I ever told you how handy that is?” He mused.
You snorted out a laugh, holstering your blaster as you walked over to the first trooper you’d thrown your knife at, scooping it off the ground. Walking over to him, you grabbed his cape and used it to clean the knife. “No. But can’t say I disagree.”
The elevator opened with a ding, the other three filing out and looking around with wide eyes while you and Din stayed in place, looking admittedly relaxed.
“Empty base, huh?” Din said to no one in particular, making you smile and shake your head, focusing down on your blade as you wiped the last of the blood off of it.
Mythrol walked past, gulping when he saw the knife. “Is that…. Bl-” he swallowed roughly and you could have sworn he went a few shades paler as he stared at your hands. “Blood?”
“Yes, it was,” you said quietly, attempting a small smile meant to put him at ease if possible. But the way he reacted made you think you probably looked a bit manic. Reaching out for Din’s cape once again, you wiped a spot you had missed, before letting it swoosh back behind him.
“Both. Definitely both of them,” Mythrol muttered to Karga as he walked past, following after him hurriedly.
Cara walked to the edge, peering down at the entrance where they had just been.
“The reactor should be set in the heat shaft. If we drain the cooling lines, this whole base will go up in a matter of minutes.”
Karga’s words turned into echoes in your mind as you slipped the knife back into your belt, the only sound you were really aware of your heartbeat sounding like it was in your ears. Everything else faded into…. Nothing. The loudest silence you’d ever experienced. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew Mythrol was saying something about some ship on the platform, but that was the extent of it.
Staring toward the doorway the troopers had come out of, it was almost like you had zoomed in on an image of the space, every detail vivid to you, the vast space looming in front of you.
Something was wrong.
It wasn’t just a temptation this time, or a mischievous kyber crystal wreaking havoc with your mind. There were no visions swirling when you blinked, no alternate realities waiting behind closed eyes.
This was just an ominous sense of something…. Off.
And you couldn’t shake it.
A hand on your arm brought you back to reality, but whatever this was still loomed over your shoulder, waiting.
Looking up, you weren’t surprised to find Din looking down at you already. “What did you see this time?”
You smiled gently. “Nothing.” He tilted his head at you. “Have I become that predictable already?”
“I know you,” he said simply. “I pay attention. When you have one or two experiences preceded by that very specific look, you figure out the signs.”
Letting out a soft scoff, you followed after the others with a small shake of your head. “Have one or two visions and suddenly everybody can read you….”
He reached out and stopped you again.
Letting out a heavy sigh, you looked up at him after a long moment, keeping your face neutral. “What?” He stayed silent. “Really, I’m fine, Din. No visions, no predictions, no need to worry.” His visor simply held your gaze silently, making you roll your eyes with a huff. “Fine, I just don’t feel…. Right. It’s not me, it’s….” You turned your head toward the door where the others were waiting. “It’s something in there,” you finished quietly.
“Something dangerous?”
You looked back at him. “No, well…. Not necessarily. Not anymore.”
“What does-”
“Death.” You shut your eyes tight, unable to look at him as you said it, your voice lowering after the small outburst. “It feels like death.”
He quickly let go of your arm, making your eyes fly open, his posture rigid as he looked toward the door himself.
“Remember I told you I saw the Temple burn? How I felt dread that wasn’t my own?” He nodded, still looking at the door before he slowly turned his face back towards you, hand on his blaster out of habit. “I feel that again, too. Something horrible happened here, but it’s over. I think. It feels like it’s past….”
“How do you know?”
“I don’t!” You snapped, looking away at the door again and finding three sets of eyes on you, making you turn away in embarrassment back towards Din, looking just past his shoulder instead. “Look, we don’t have time for this.”
“I’m not letting you go in there if it’s dangerous!”
“‘Letting’ me!” You scoffed, eyes flying to his visor as you fumed, hands going to your hips before they do something stupid like start gesturing while you talk. “Oh, that’s nice.” Some of the crates sitting nearby began to rattle, trembling violently until you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you focused your gaze on the center of Din’s chest.
“I didn’t-”
“No. I know,” you said lowly, voice continuing into a hiss, eyes flicking up to his visor in a narrowed glare. “I know you.”
His spine straightened at your words, but he stayed quiet. If he had noticed the small lapse of control, he didn’t mention it. His gaze never strayed far from you.
“None of this is easy for me, Din. I have voices in my head, full of sadness and pain and horrible, horrible things. I don’t understand any of it, I just have to follow what I think is right. And you just have to trust me.” Your arms crossed over your chest. “Now, like I said, we don’t have time for this right now. We can talk about this later on the Crest, but for now….” Your arms fell to your sides limply, your shoulders almost slumped forward in defeat. “We said we’d help your friends, so let’s go.”
You felt his gaze linger on your back as you approached your small group huddled around the doorway. He didn’t move until you were halfway between the two, walking slowly forward to join you with a barely audible sigh.
He was just worried for you, you knew that. But he already had so many other things to worry about, you didn’t want to add to his plate.
It wasn’t his fault you could sense death inside the base. It wasn’t his fault you were hearing voices. It wasn’t his fault you felt like phantom hands were pulling on every part of you, trying to get your attention, or simply just drive you mad.
But he felt like it was. Somehow. You could tell by the way he looked at you, his helmet just a block of beskar to most, but to you it had a wide array of emotions you’d come to understand. From the slightest tilt of his head, to the sound of his breath through the modulator, it was almost as good as seeing his face, at least, in the sense of knowing what he was thinking.
As he walked up across from you on the other side of the doorway, however, you didn’t understand a word as you looked at him. Something had shifted, a wall had gone up that wasn’t there before, and it made your breath catch in your throat for a moment. You caught a glimpse through a crack in his facade as he looked at you one more time before turning to go into the base, and it made your face fall to watch the floor as you began to move forward. Sadness.
Taking a deep breath in and out, you lifted your gaze, squared your shoulders, and let everything roll off you to focus on the matter at hand. This was dangerous. You needed to be on alert.
Luckily Din didn’t hover, in fact, he took the lead, letting you pull up the back without argument.
After a few twists and turns inside the base, he began around a corner, pulling up short and quickly backtracking when stormtroopers crossed his path.
“What are you doing?” You signed to him in Tusken when he glanced over his shoulder at the group.
“Troopers,” was all he said, signing as well.
Cara looked between the two of you, eyes flicking back and forth silently before she let out a gentle groan, rolling her eyes.
You arched a brow at her, smirking.
“Of course you know Tusken,” she explained.
You signed while you whispered, “Tatooine was the first place we visited. Got caught up between a Marshal in beskar, some Tuskens, and a krayt dragon.”
The stormtroopers' voices retreated down another hallway, oblivious to your group.
Cara snorted softly. “Let me guess, they’re all dead now?”
“Nah, only the kyrat,” you grinned, winking at Mythrol when he gulped audibly.
“How’d you manage that?”
“Not entirely sure. It swallowed Din and a bantha loaded with explosives, then he flew out of it, shocking it with his Amban rifle before he hit the detonator, and-”
“Forget I asked.”
You chuckled at Cara’s huffed response, turning back to see Din signaling the group forward again.
After taking care of the cameras and the Imp monitoring them, you all found yourselves on a platform high above the center of the mountain the base was built into. Lava boiled and bubbled deep below, the source of energy for the base festering just below the surface.
“Woah!” Mythrol said, stumbling dangerously close to the edge as he looked over at the magma with wide eyes.
Din reached out, stopping him with his hand on his chest.
“Yeah. ‘Woah’ is right,” Karga mused quietly, peering over the edge himself. Looking to the side, he saw a control station a few feet away from your group. “That’s it,” he pointed at it. “Get on the reactor controls, drain the coolant lines.” He stared pointedly at Mythrol. “We’ll watch the doors.”
It took him a minute, but Mythrol finally understood. “Me?” He practically squeaked, pointing to his chest as if he needed further clarification.
“Yes, you!” Karga practically growled.
“I’m afraid o’ heights. And heat.” He paused. “And lava.” He made a small nervous swooping gesture to the pit below.
“How ‘bout if I put you back in carbonite?” Karga ground out. “Get over there!”
Hurriedly stepping over, Mythrol set one foot onto the small walkway, tapping it a few times to test its integrity. “There’s no guard rail on this.”
“Come on!”
Letting out a heavy sigh, you walked over to Mythrol where he stood on the small walkway, and put your hand on his shoulder, making him look at you with wide eyes.
“What’s she doing?” You heard Karga whisper loudly to Din.
“Mesh’la,” Din tried quietly, but you held up your hand to stop them, never taking your eyes off of Mythrol’s. “Mesh’la, what are you doing?”
“Helping him,” you kept your voice quiet. “Take a deep breath,” you said lowly, letting your chest rise and fall in time with his as he did. “Good.”
“We don’t have time for meditation,” Karga grumbled. You vaguely noticed Cara whip her head to the side to glare at him from the corner of your eye.
“You’re not scared,” you said evenly, holding his gaze.
“I’m not scared,” he repeated in an almost distant voice.
“You can do this.”
“I can do this.” He smiled a small, proud smile.
“You’re going to walk over there, set this place to blow, then we’re gonna get the hell outta here.”
“I’m gonna-”
You screwed your eyes shut with a sigh. “Don’t repeat that.”
“I won’t-”
“Just go,” you lifted your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to the bridge of your nose to massage away the incoming headache from pure annoyance.
“I’m gone,” he said, voice still distant, before he shook his head quickly, looking at you for a moment before snapping into action.
Walking back to the group, you stood beside Din, arms crossed over your chest as you watched Mythrol work.
“Do you ever do that to me?”
Smirking, you looked up into Din’s visor. “No, you’re much too smart for me to do that.”
His weight shifted to one leg, his hands going to rest on his belt. “That’s what I thought.” After a moment his head tilted just slightly. “Wait….”
You were just looking back up at him with another smirk when Mythrol started yelling hurriedly. “All right, she’s gonna blow.” He scrambled off the walkway. “Let’s go! Let’s get outta here!”
An alarm started blaring and the lava started shooting higher, waves of heat beginning to rise now that the controls had been tampered with.
Din pushed you gently but firmly in front of him, hand at the small of your back, as you all made your way back through the door.
Running through the hallways, Din once again in the lead, you felt that sense of dread hit you in your gut once again, making your steps falter for just a second. Shaking your head quickly, trying to clear it, you surged forward to fall back in with the group. But try as you might, the sensation only grew the further into the base you got.
Din once again held up his hand to stop the group, peering around a corner as you heard more trooper chatter.
Bending over, resting your hands on your knees in your spot at the back of the group, you took deep breaths, trying to steady the growing unease. The alarm blaring overheard no longer sounded like an alarm to you, but voices, almost like on Trask. Not your own like before, and none you recognized, but all felt familiar.
“Run!”
“Go!”
“It’s not safe!”
“Get them out!”
“It’s not your fault….”
You knit your eyebrows at the last one. What wasn’t your fault?
Mythrol tapped your shoulder, making you look up, and he jumped back slightly before pointing quickly to Din. The alarm went back to normal and the voices stopped.
“What’s wrong?” He signed, the troopers lingering on the other side of the wall.
“Noth-”
“Don’t say nothing,” he signed hurriedly, the tilt of his head conveying what would have been a frustrated tone.
You sighed, standing up straight. “Voices.”
“Good or bad?”
You hesitated. “Just…. Voices.” His head tilted further at you. “It’s this place,” you signed with a soft huff. “Let’s just get out.”
He nodded, turning back to look around the corner. The troopers were still there, so he pointed back behind the group at another hallway before leading you all in the new direction.
As he passed you, he grabbed your arm gently and pulled you alongside him. You arched a brow at him as you fell in step, your features softening when he signed one word. “Please.” Nodding once, you kept pace at the front of the group.
“Hurry up, purge the drives.” You heard a voice say as you rounded the corner into the new room.
Two Imps were bent over a console frantically pressing buttons and turning knobs. When they saw your group come in, the same voice, the one on the right, looked to the other and yelled, “Destroy it!” before drawing their blasters and opening fire.
Standing in place, you reached out, holding the other man suspended in the air, his blaster drawn and aimed at the console, his finger frozen a breath away from pulling the trigger. His eyes were wide as blaster fire bounced all around the room, and suddenly your view of him was cut off by a wall of beskar stepping in front of you.
“Mando,” you hissed through your teeth, looking up at the back of his helmet.
A blaster bolt pinged off his armor, making him groan. “Stop talking.”
You scoffed, but didn’t say anything else.
The group moved forward as a unit into the room, the first Imp dropping, his body draped over the console, and you held onto the second one still until a wave of something crashed over you, making you collapse to your knees, dropping the Imp in the process.
He released a few shots into the displays in front of him before someone in your group got him, too.
Din turned, finding you on the floor, and rushed over to you. Helping you to your feet, his voice was angry, not at you, but everything happening to you. “This is getting ridiculous. There has to be a way to stop…. Whatever this is.”
Looking up from where your eyes had been trained on the floor, everything stopped. You heard nothing, could barely take a breath, even dust particles in the air seemed to freeze, which you knew wasn’t true.
But what you were seeing couldn’t be true, either.
Bodies.
Bodies lined the wall in bacta tanks. Warped, twisted, they looked like they were in pain.
An odd sense of peace hung somewhere at the back of your mind, despite the horror taking over the rest. At least they were no longer suffering. There was some comfort in that. The feeling of dread began to morph into something calmer, as if the bodies suspended in time themselves were trying to tell you it was okay.
It’s not your fault….
You walked up to the chamber, your hand slowly extending toward the transparisteel divider between you and the being. Stopping just shy of the surface, you curled your fingers in slightly, pulling them just short, thinking better of it at the last minute. You wanted to offer them something, give them peace, a kindness, light…. But they weren’t there anymore. They were only shells, echoes of a life cut short.
You could try to reach out, listen for the last remaining sounds of what happened to them, let their stories be told, but something still and small in the back of your mind told you not to. It grew as you looked down the line of bacta tanks, like another hand being added to the idea and pulling you further away from it with each new body revealed. Almost as if the beings themselves were there and telling you not to look. That it was okay. There was an odd sense of peace behind the insistence, letting it settle in your gut with ease.
Rolling your shoulders back as you took a deep breath, you stepped backward slowly, keeping your eyes on the tank in front of you.
“Are you okay?” Din’s voice was right behind you, and you could feel his body heat radiating into your back as he stood just out of reach.
“No,” you all but whispered, shaking your head gently. “But I will be.”
“I thought you said this was a forward operating base.” Cara’s tone was low, dark.
“I thought it was,” Karga said quietly, his voice almost pained.
“No, this isn’t a military operation. This is a lab.” Silence fell between all of you. “We need to get into the system and figure out what’s going on.”
“What about the reactor….” Mythrol sounded panicked.
“Do it!” She hissed. “Do it.”
Stepping back timidly, Mythrol made his way over to the console.
At your back, Din spoke quietly. “I don’t like this.”
You just kept your eyes on the bodies during the whole exchange, finally blinking after what felt like too long, your eyes beginning to sting as the air continued to get warmer from the lava. Squeezing your eyes shut for a brief moment, you turned to watch Mythrol around Din’s shoulder, looking up into his visor with a small tight smile before focusing on the blue man.
“Pardon me,” Mythrol said dryly as he shoved the dead Imp off the control panel, and you smiled minutely. In another world, the two of you would have been friends.
The scene from your bar flashes before your eyes, gone as quick as it came. It feels like a lifetime ago, had it only been a few months?
As you’d gone to move the not a stormtrooper out of the bar, the man’s head lolled back as you shifted his deadweight in your arms, making you shudder. “Don’t look at me like that,” you mumbled to him.
“I don’t think he can hear you,” Mando added dryly as he took the legs back into his grip.
Now dead or unconscious bodies seemed to follow everywhere you went, most of them actual stormtroopers this time around. It was to protect the kid, to protect Din, to protect yourself. But that still didn’t make it any easier to swallow.
Looking over your shoulder, eyes just shy of the bacta tanks, it felt a little more justified knowing you were getting even for them. Somehow. They couldn’t fight anymore, so you would.
A holo appeared of a man who began talking about experiments. You listened tentatively, only hearing every other word or so, until he mentioned “M-count”s. That got your full attention.
Din noticed and stepped up beside you. “What does it mean?”
“Midi-chlorians. It’s what makes some people more sensitive to the Force than others. The higher the count, the stronger your abilities.”
“So the kid….”
You nodded. “His would be off the charts, I’m guessing.”
“The child is small, and I was only able to harvest a limited amount without killing him.” The man on the holo sounded like he regretted much of what he was doing, but that didn’t matter.
His mention of the kid made an anger boil in your stomach, turning into a rage quicker than you’d ever felt. Fear soon swooped in to add to the mix, and your hands began to shake.
You noticed Din’s shoulders tense up at the mention, but his hand silently slipped into yours with a gentle squeeze, in an attempt to help calm you.
Blind rage would get you nowhere fast, you knew that. But it felt so easy….
“I will not disappoint you again, Moff Gideon.”
You stood in silence as the holo flickered off.
….would this day never end?
Din squeezed your hand harder, more for his benefit than for you this time.
“This must be an old transmission. Moff Gideon is dead.” Din’s voice was firm, like he wanted to believe it, but the slightest waver told you he was beginning to have doubts.
“No. This recording’s three days old.” Mythrol spoke calmly, meeting Din’s visor straight on, and you wanted to smile at his bravery, but couldn’t find your own to push past the sinking feeling in your gut.
You squeezed Din’s hand in return.
Din’s voice was small. “If Gideon’s alive then….”
Footsteps were heard in the hall, and you all turned to face them as stormtroopers poured into the room.
A firefight broke out, and you ducked down behind the front of the console, Mythrol on the other side. Drawing your blaster, you took out two troopers, smiling when Mythrol popped up over the edge in front of you, aiming his blaster at an awkward angle, but still dropping another trooper.
“Thanks,” you said on a heavy breath.
“No problem,” he mused quietly. You rose to your feet now that the room was cleared, and he flinched back a little bit, laughing nervously. “You still scare me.”
“Good.” You winked at him, smiling a bit broader as his nervous laughter grew slightly before turning to find Din.
“I need to get the kid.” He sounded worried and you didn’t like it.
Cara nodded. “Jet back, you’re faster that way. We’ll head to the speeder and meet you in town.”
Din nodded and began down the hallway, gesturing to you to follow him.
As you made your way through the halls, you noticed how rigid his posture was.
“I’m sure the kid is just fine, Mando. We’ll get there in time.”
“I know that. I’m not worried about him.” He shot two troopers that rounded the corner towards you.
“Then what?”
“This place is gonna explode, mesh’la, or have you forgotten?” He chuckled.
You groaned, shooting a trooper that almost ran into Din around a sharp corner. “This has been a long, chaotic day, okay?”
He just shook his head gently, continuing on.
Further ahead, a door hissed open, and a wave of heat washed over you. Din skidded to a stop as fast as he could, teetering on the edge as he looked at the lava below, and you reached out, grabbing his cape to yank him back.
“That was kinda reckless,” you mused with a grin.
He shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s been that kinda day.”
Punching in the code for his jet pack on his vambrace, a door across the way hissed open, revealing a stormtrooper that began shooting, blaster bolts pinging off of Din’s armor before he lifted his blaster and dropped the trooper.
Suddenly fire came from behind him, and two more troopers came through.
He pulled you in front of him, blocking the bolts once again with his armor, and you looked over your shoulder down at the lava nervously.
His arm came around you, pulling you tight, and you were quick to pull up your blaster, aiming over his shoulder.
“I see you came prepared this time,” he grunted as a bolt hit his pauldron.
You shot the trooper on your right and he dropped, the one on the left continuing to fire. “Eh,” you shrugged one shoulder. “Figured I’d be helpful. No big deal.” Aiming for the trooper, you missed, then Din was taking off into the air. You tried again, but your shots ricocheted around. Shaking your blaster, slamming the butt on your palm, you scowled at it.
“Problem?” Din sounded amused.
“I got one of them,” you shot back, glaring at the side of his helmet.
“Out of…. How many?”
You just stared at him for a long moment, hot dry air rushing past you as you continued to rise. “I’m not talking to you.”
He cinched his grip around you tighter, accelerating to the top. “Oh, come on now. Don’t be like that. I’m sure there’s a….” His grip got even tighter. “Perfectly normal reason why you missed.”
You rolled your eyes, mumbling as you stared at his pauldron. “Sorry, I’m a little distracted.”
“Aw, don’t feel bad, that’s….” He trailed off as you brought your other hand more firmly around his neck. “….fine.”
You smirked at him as you both burst up through the top of the mountain, where he was quick to fire at two more troopers in front of him. Once he landed, a trooper behind him landed a hit with a clang, sending Din off balance, and you quickly popped over his shoulder, bracing on his pauldron, and dropped him. He fell over the ledge, falling the way you had just come, yelling the whole way.
You took a step back, holding your hands out to the side, blaster still in your hand. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” He only sounded slightly sarcastic. “Except I shot him.”
Looking down, you saw Din’s blaster was indeed aimed where the trooper had been, and was smoking from having just been fired.
Looking back up at his visor, you pointed a finger towards his face. “No, that was totally mine.”
Holstering his blaster, he spoke smugly. “If you say so.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, before deciding to holster your blaster, too. “I do.” You accentuated the last word by shoving the weapon back into your belt, promptly crossing your arms again.
“Then fine.” He wrapped his arms around your waist again, pressing the buttons on the vambrace behind your back as he continued in a low playful voice. “But you’re wrong.”
Xxx
The flight back to town was quiet. You kept your face tucked into Din’s neck, leaning into him harder as he accelerated faster once the outline of the town came into view.
Those people…. They were just like you. Force sensitive, if only a little, even before the experiments, you could tell. Growing up, your family had always kept your abilities a secret. Word that the Empire wanted people like you spreading like wildfire, whispered at each street corner along with other local gossip. You’d never told another soul until Din.
You could have ended up like them.
Or like the Inquisitors you’d heard about who hunted for Jedi and wielded red lightsabers.
You shuddered as Din landed in front of the Crest, pushing you to arms length as you stared at the ground, arms held tight to your chest.
“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly.
“Nothing.” You let out a bitter chuckle, looking up into his visor with a wobbly smile. “Everything.” It came out on a strangled whisper. You felt tears begin to fall silently down your cheeks. “What isn’t wrong?” Swiping at them angrily, you stared blankly at the ship behind him as you made your list, gesturing with each new thing. “Gideon is back, you need to get to the kid, I am worried for the kid, our friends are at a base that’s about to explode, there are secret Force experiments being done and they involve the kid on top of it all….” You took a deep breath. “Oh! And there is still a bounty out for me.” You let your hands slap down to your sides after your emphatic gestures, looking straight into his visor again with a sardonic smile. Reaching up, you swiped at a fresh wave of tears with the back of your hand, absently staring at the stain they left on your gloves.
“Hey,” he said in a low voice. “It’ll be okay.” Reaching out slowly, he pulled you into his arms, locking you in an embrace.
It was all too much. All of this felt like your fault, but at the same time, some small part of you blamed him, however irrational it was. Everything on top of the lab experiments bubbled over into an emotion bigger than you could contain. “No, don’t touch me!” Without thinking, you reached out to push him away, blinking wide eyes at him as he skidded several feet back by an unseen force. You stared at your extended hands in horror, blinking rapidly as you turned them toward yourself as if you needed to examine them. “I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t- That’s not….”
“We don’t have time for this.” He spoke so quietly, a chill ran down your spine. It was a voice you’d heard him use before, but never with you. “We need to get the kid and save our friends. Get on the ship.” Without another word, or another glance your way, he turned and began to head for the front gates of the city.
“But, Din I-”
He rounded on you, shoulders broad as he loomed over you, only bending slightly to get closer to your face, speaking so lowly in what you could almost call a growl. “Get on the ship.”
Your eyes went wide and you just stared as he turned and jogged back into the city. Finally your brain kicked into gear enough for you to hurry up the ramp and into the ship, starting up the engines and everything else you could remember him teaching you on Arvala-7. A beeping that signaled an incoming hail sounded, and you pushed the button to accept.
Din’s voice filled the cockpit. “Leave the ramp down and begin the take off sequence. I’ll use my jet pack to get on the ramp.”
“Okay,” you said quietly, sitting in the seat and beginning what he had asked. “Is something wrong?”
“Too many people in the street to go back the way I came. Only makes sense to cut a few corners. Plus I don’t want to risk running into any of Gideon’s men.” The kid squeaked over the comm, making you smile just a little. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Then the line went dead.
In the silence that surrounded you, you’re left to only your thoughts as they swirled around and around in your mind. You hadn’t meant to push him like that. You hadn’t meant to do anything even remotely like that. But you hadn’t been in control. That was the problem. Your emotions had gotten the better of you, and something almost primal came out of nowhere, exploding out of every pore before you could stop it.
You’d fully expected him to tell you to stay here while he got the kid and left. He didn’t sign up for this. Yes, you were a member of his clan now, and more than that, but you wouldn’t blame him for not wanting to deal with invisible forces that seemed to put you and the kid at the top of everyone’s list. Who would? It was a part of you, and right now, you really wanted nothing to do with it after that display.
A soft thump came from below, the ship jostling a bit as it continued its ascent into the air. The sound of the ramp closing and sealing with a hiss shortly after brought a wave of relief with it. Soon Din was in the cockpit, putting the kid in his usual seat, while you moved from the pilot’s seat to your own so Din could take over.
“I’ll buckle the kid,” you kept your voice light and small as Din got behind the controls without a word.
As you fastened the kid in, you saw his pouch of blue cookies he munched proudly. “What have you got there, ad’ika?” (“Little one.”)
Din let out a quiet sigh. “I’m pretty sure he stole those off of a kid in there.”
Tisking as you raised an eyebrow at the child, he simply smiled up at you as he took another bite. “Bic cuy jate gar cuyi copikla.” (“It is good you are cute.”)
“Get yourself strapped in. Things are about to get bumpy.”
“Don’t they always?” You mumbled, doing what he asked.
After you were strapped in, your head shot up when you heard them.
TIE Fighters.
“Din….”
“I see them,” he muttered, jerking the controls to the right and turning the ship.
He came up behind them, over a canyon, and down below you saw that ship Mythrol had gone on about at the front of the base racing away from them as fast as it could.
“They’re in there, Din. I can feel them. Something must have happened to the other speeder, but they are in there.” You pointed at the large vehicle as it raced away.
“I gathered that from the fact they’re under heavy fire,” he grumbled, pulling the controls back.
You glared at the back of his head. “Okay, smartass.”
“Can you flip those switches over there?” He pointed in front of you. “Need the extra firepower….”
“These?” You pointed at a row just out of reach, and Din nodded. Trying to undo your safety belt to close the last few inches, something in it stuck, and you couldn’t undo it.
“Mesh’la? Sooner rather than later. I need-”
Suddenly the entire row flipped at once, the sound of the canons charging up barely audible over the roar of the engines as you were all plastered back into your seats at the sudden acceleration one of the switches caused.
“What did you do?!” Din grit out.
“Why do you always assume it was me!” You groaned as you were pressed further into your chair, closing your eyes and tossing your head to the side. “I didn’t do anything!” Trying to lift a hand to point, you struggled to get it in the air, only for it to fly back down to your side as you let out labored breaths from the effort. “It was the kid!” You opened your eyes and glared at the seat across from you at the giggling little green creature.
“Which switch turns it off?”
“Far right,” Din hissed, turning to look at the child himself.
You reached out and flicked it off with the Force, the ship lurching in midair.
Din let out a relieved sigh as he kept looking at the child. Turning back to the console when it beeped, he pressed the triggers, and fired one of the enemy ships out of the sky.
Din looked over his shoulder at the child again, making you turn that way, too, finding him munching happily on his cookie. “Hang on, kid,” he said softly, before facing forward and sending the ship up into the atmosphere on a steep climb.
You almost smiled at your little green neighbor as he cooed excitedly with a wide grin, his arms going up in the air as he enjoyed the rise and fall of the ship through turbulence. Almost. You were too busy trying not to be sick at the abrupt change in direction to give it too much attention.
Once again plastered to your seat from the force of the acceleration, you sighed heavily. “It’s not a race, you know.”
“But if it was, I would win,” he said under his breath, sending the ship into a roll.
You groaned. “Now you’re just showing off. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.”
“But this will look so much better,” he said, once again under his breath, before pulling the trigger and firing at the TIE Fighter ahead that looked closer and closer by the second.
The ship bobbed and weaved on patches of turbulence, the kid turning back to his cookie for entertainment.
“You missed,” you mused dryly.
Din only grunted in response.
The targeting computer beeped to alert him the enemy was in range, and he fired again, sending it careening to the ground in flames and billows of smoke.
The kid put his arms up again and gave a little cheer of a squeak in celebration.
“Oh look, you hit one.”
The Crest kept rising, dashing through the smoke hanging in the air, until Din pulled on the controls, opening the drag fins. They caught the air, pulling the ship around, over itself in a loop as metal groaned in protest.
While the ship hung in midair, the child squealed excitedly, while you groaned and mumbled, “I hate it when you do that.”
Closing the fins, he fired the engines back up and punched the ship forward, surging toward the surface of the planet.
Entering into a long spin, you just stared straight ahead while the child giggled from his seat, arms still in the air in joy, and the incoming TIE Fighter sent bolts of light your way.
“What, no witty comment?”
You rolled your eyes at Din’s sarcastic tone, which was a bad idea, because added to the spinning, you got extremely dizzy. Bringing you hands to cradle your face, you screwed your eyes shut to stop the world from spinning. “I have no more words,” you grumbled. “But I’m glad you think I’m witty.”
“You have your moments,” he said softly, firing as the computer said he was once again lined up, the other ship exploding right before they would have collided.
Coming out of the spin after he passed through the smoke, the ship teetered back and forth as he swung left and right to stabilize out of the spin. Still headed toward the planet, he pulled up to fly parallel with the surface.
“Not too bad, huh, kid?” Din looked over his shoulder at the child again, just in time to see him act a little woozy, let out a soft squeak, open his mouth and let out a stream of blue vomit down the front of his robes. “Oh, boy.”
The alert for being hailed sounded, and Din pressed a button to accept before putting the ship on autopilot, then turned to the kid, wiping him off with his cape.
“That’s not a napkin you, know,” you teased, echoing his words from Trask when you did the same thing.
“I know. But do you have a napkin?” He replied with your exact reply.
“No.”
“Maybe in those magic vambraces of yours?”
You snorted another soft laugh.
“Right. Anyway.” He turned back toward the comm to actually listen to what Karga was saying. “Sorry, what?”
“That was some pretty impressive flying, Mando. What do I owe ya?”
He continued to wipe the kid’s face, reaching out behind him, doing it on instinct, and you smiled as the kid whined, wrinkling his already extremely wrinkled face up in annoyance. “With the repairs, let’s call it even.”
Karga chuckled. “Can I at least buy you a drink?”
“Sorry. I have some onboard maintenance I gotta take care of.”
You snickered at his play on words, the child cooing and trying to get out of his seat while also staring at his sleeve of cookies. Unclipping your belt, you got to your feet to help the kid out.
“Then we gotta hit the road before Gideon catches wise.” Din turned in his chair to look at you and the kid just as you set him down on the cockpit floor.
Catching his visor on you, you smiled softly, and it widened when his head tilted just slightly.
“Well, good luck flying, my friend.”
“It was wonderful to meet you!” Cara’s voice came from somewhere in the background, making you laugh softly.
“You, too!” You leaned closer to the comm. “Stay out of trouble, Mythrol.”
He chuckled nervously. “Yes, ma’am.” The line was silent for a moment before you heard him mumble to the others. “She still scares me.”
“Good,” you said teasingly, smiling when Karga and Cara laughed.
The line went dead right as the ship flew over them, then the city.
“Well,” you said on a sigh, clapping your hands together in front of you once. “Today was interesting.”
You didn’t quite know what to say. Din wasn’t acting angry, more aloof than anything. You’d bantered during the dogfight, even laughed a little. “I’m sorry” just didn’t feel quite right. Not enough.
You leaned on the back of your chair as the doors to the cockpit hissed closed behind you, the child deciding to head to the lower level. “Can I get you anything?” Din didn’t say anything. “Food, water…. Some silence?”
He turned, pressing something on the nav before standing and making his way over to you.
“Din?”
He didn’t respond, didn’t slow down, he just kept moving forward, backing you up until your spine was flush with the wall of the cockpit, and his forehead came to rest against yours, pressing the back of your head softly against the wall as well. His hands came to rest lightly on your hips while his chest rose and fell harshly with quick breaths.
“Din, I’m okay. We’re all okay.”
His hands pulled off of you, and you almost asked if something was wrong, but they came back to rest on your cheeks, cradling your jaw without gloves before you could. As soon as your face was firmly between his fingers, he let out an easier breath.
“I thought we were safe. Gideon was gone. I can’t…. I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”
Your hands found purchase on his neck, slipping slightly under the cowl so you could feel his skin, too, and he leaned into the touch with a soft groan.
“We won’t let anything happen to you, either.”
Xxx
The door to the cockpit slid open with a hiss, and Din walked in almost timidly. He stopped after only a few steps, looking down at you and the child perched on the floor as you rubbed your head with one hand, face scrunched up somewhere between pain and amusement.
“What are you doing?”
Looking up at him with a sigh, the hand rubbing your forehead fell to the side of your face, cradling it as you braced your elbow on your knee.
“I'm teaching our ad how to ask for stuff politely after I got whacked with the metal ball by standing in the way while he was doing his wizard baby magic on it." (“Son.”)
You looked at the kid again in amusement before you looked at Din again, eyes roaming his visor in search of the eyes you’d never seen. “What?”
He just stood there, frozen, as he stared down at you and the kid, every line of him rigid.
“Hello?” You drug out the vowel playfully, rising to your feet and standing in front of him. “Mando? Din? Anyone home?” You waved a hand in front of his face, lightly knocking a knuckle on the side of his helmet when he still didn’t respond. Lowering your voice, your brows furrowed in concern. “Din?”
Shaking his head softly, he stepped around you, scooping the kid off the floor and setting him in his chair. “Sorry. Nothing. Just thinking about our ad and where we need to go next.”
You smirked, nodding once. “Ah. I see.”
Din turned to face you, and you felt your stomach twist in knots as you met his gaze again.
“Din, I’m so-”
“Let me talk,” he held up a hand to stop you, his voice oddly calm despite the situation.
Closing your mouth, you nodded, darting your eyes all over the cockpit before they finally landed back on him. You bit the inside of your lip while you waited for him to speak.
“What happened back there…. I know that was out of your control.” Tears welled up in your eyes. “I’ve been with the kid long enough now to know that sometimes emotions just take that over, and even the best of intentions take a turn for the worse. He tried to choke Cara once when we were arm wrestling and he thought we were fighting. I had to physically pick him up and step between them before he stopped, and it looked like he wasn’t totally aware of what he was doing.”
He looked over where the kid played with his little silver ball contentedly in his seat, tilting his head fondly before he continued. “I’m not going to pretend I can empathize with you, because I have no idea what it’s like to hear voices like you do.” He looked down towards his feet. “But I do know what it’s like to be haunted.”
Lifting his gaze back up to meet yours, he sighed heavily. “That day with my parents, when the Mandalorians found me…. I’ve relived that day so many times I’ve lost count. When I’m awake, when I’m asleep…. In the middle of a hunt, when I’m eating, walking down the street somewhere. It’s everywhere. So I know some of what you’re feeling.” His voice lowered just above a whisper. “Bal Ni copaani gaa'taylir.” (“And I want to help.”)
Reaching out tentatively for his hand, he closed the remaining inches and wove his gloved fingers between yours. You smiled at your joined hands before looking up at his visor.
Matching his quiet tone, you whispered, “Mhi ven'gaa taylir gar ni.” (“We can help each other.”)
Taking his other hand and knitting your fingers through his, you held it tight.
“Mhi me'dinui bora, tome. Ogir'olar, mhi ven'atiinir. Vaii gar alori Ni ven’shekemir.” (“Share the work, together. One way or the other, we will make it through. Where you lead I will follow.”)
Din tilted his head affectionately at your words, and somehow you knew he had smiled under there.
“Ni ven'alorir gar gayiyla.” (“I will lead you everywhere.”)
You smiled up at him, the first broad, genuine smile in a while, and you felt so much lighter as you did. “Ibic te haat.” ((Lit.) “This is the truth.”/(Approx.) “This is the way.”)
He pulled you in close to him, one hand on the back of your head, the other firmly around your waist, tucking his head close to your ear before rumbling his reply. “Ibic te haat.”