Chrysalis Heart
Din Djarin x Naboo Queen!Reader
summary: as queen you can handle many things (like the assassination attempts threatening your life) but the alluring mandalorian hired to protect you might be your heart’s biggest threat
word count: 9.2k (i’m sorry)
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI. post season 3, royal & bodyguard AU, use of gendered language, threats & moments of violence, reader wears makeup/gowns/headpieces but has no physical description, hidden identity, protective!Din, discussions of marriage, forced proximity, the starfighter can fit two people in the cockpit no matter the size (canon can fight me), competency kink, major yearning, spicy themes, good sweet fluff
a/n: this is my entry for the WIRED4YOU challenge [Din + Butterflies by Kacey Mushraves] huge thanks to @chaotic-mystery for hosting & letting me join! This is also a mini love letter to “the phantom menace” & “attack of the clones” because I believe we deserve our queen moment too lol, dividers thanks & credit to the ever talented @saradika-graphics
Assassination attempts on your life are, unfortunately, not new. In this final year of your reign, the threats have recently doubled though, which surprises you.
But finding out a mandalorian is now assigned to your personal guard surprises you even more.
While sitting in the throne room surveying him, you admire the striking warrior. Sleek in his ancestor armor, unwavering in his presence, you stay composed as possible but…
Curiosity blooms fast, already wondering about this new guard.
“Captain Teva highly recommended this bounty hunter.” Your head advisor, Hildegard, explains dutifully.
A bounty hunter? That’s even more interesting.
“We are glad to have you here, mandalorian.” Senator Trystan adds brightly. He starts rambling like the politician he is, and you tune him out, especially as your focus remains on the mandalorian.
“Your majesty,” the timbre of his voice is striking like a steady river. “I vow to keep you safe until the assassin is caught.”
Hiding your voice within the composed steady tone the Queen of Naboo is known for, you thank him.
With a final nod, the warrior departs.
You notice a brown satchel slung at his hip half hidden under his cloak. You swear the minute the mandalorian leaves the room, a small tiny green clawed hand crawls out from the bag.
—
“I bet he’s ugly”
“No, I’m sure he’s handsome.” You and your handmaidens have discussed the new mandalorian guard for weeks now.
He’s a rather elusive figure. Silently moving around the castle, he reminds you of a sleek phantom just out of reach. When the mandalorian does accompany you anywhere, he remains silent. You simply amount it to the warrior doing his job diligently, which you greatly appreciate.
His presence alone seems to deter any more attempts. The tension in the palace already has eased greatly. So much you now roam without any supervision along the grand lakeside today.
The glory of Naboo is one you take pride in, from the illustrious buildings, to the underwater depths of the Gungan city. You savor these moments when you can freely walk among the splendor of your planet.
There’s a secluded, normally untouched, lake villa near this area you enjoy visiting from time to time.
Until you discover it’s no longer abandoned.
The sight stops you frozen in your tracks. By the edge of the lake, under the soft shade of the looming trees, stands the mandalorian. But he is not alone.
A wonderfully tiny and precious green creature waddles around through the grass.
Both of them turn towards you. It feels like you’ve just stumbled upon an ancient secret.
“Handmaiden.” The mandalorian greets you steady, cautious.
For a split moment, you had forgotten you’re in these robes.
“Mandalorian.” You greet back, thankful you don’t have to hide your voice.
Being under the guise of a handmaid offers you this freedom.
“And may I ask, who is this little one?” You smile and kneel down to the height of the small creature staring up with starry curious eyes.
A moment passes.
“He…is my son.” His words hit you like a blaster shot.
“Your son?” The monarch mentality leaks out momentarily as your voice jumps. You never would’ve hired this hunter knowing he has a child who could be put in harm's way.
“Yes.” The mandalorian nods.
“I’ve never seen him around before.” His little hand must have been the one you saw that first day in the throne room.
The mandalorian’s son curiously shuffles to you. You don’t miss his father’s fists clenching tense, hesitant and cautious, worried about this interaction.
“I…was not sure the queen would allow him to accompany me. So I keep him hidden.”
The baby is adorable with shimmering eager eyes. He rests his tiny hands against your robes. You can hear all your advisors screaming at you to consider releasing this hunter from your duty.
But you can’t now. Not when you tickle his son’s chin and the little one giggles sweet like a bell.
“Don’t worry,” you tell the mandalorian confidently. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“And besides,” you add casually. “Between you and me…The Queen won’t mind. She has a soft spot for little ones.”
You smile as the baby, now deeming you worthy, starts climbing onto your knee.
“What’s his name?” You ask.
“…Grogu.” The mandalorian answers.
As if on cue, Grogu chirps hearing his name and you laugh.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Grogu.” You nod then gently poke his tiny nose.
Infectious giggles greet you.
You then officially introduce yourself to the youngling, and in turn his father, freely giving your name.
Again you can almost hear all your advisors' horrified screams. Of all the things sacred and needed to be hidden, your name is the most important.
Even though the crown keeps you protected under an alias, it doesn’t mean your true identity is forever safe.
But you believe you can trust this warrior.
Or you hope so.
The University’s belltower rings off in the distance. You didn’t realize how late it got. You’d need to head back soon.
Grogu chirps confused when you softly place him back on the grass. His bright moon eyes almost make you stay longer.
“It was wonderful meeting you Grogu. I hope I can see you again soon.” You truthfully tell the little one.
Then you glance at his father.
You knew enough about mandalorian culture to understand how precious children are to them and how protective they are of their own.
Grateful for this moment, you thank the mandalorian for allowing you to meet his son.
Without another word, the warrior silently nods.
This strong hunter with the most adorable son plagues your mind the rest of the day. So much that you rearrange your calendar so you’re available to walk along the lake again.
You continue sneaking back to the lake home as much as you can.
The moments here away from the palace, from the politics and headache, are a precious respite. Currently Grogu watches enraptured by the butterflies fluttering in the air.
You glance back at the lake house secluded in the lush countryside and how it perfectly fits a mandalorian.
“Is this where you’re staying?” You ask.
“Yes. Unless I’m needed at the palace.” The mandalorian answers.
“Thankfully it’s been rather quiet again since you’ve arrived. So I’m grateful for that.” You speak as both handmaid and queen.
“I…” the warrior begins then stops, as if realizing he shouldn’t be saying much.
“You can talk freely. Trust me, whatever you say the queen probably already knows.” You almost dryly laugh at your own joke.
The hunter nods.
“I believe the threat is still at large. Simply hiding and waiting for the right time.” He admits strained.
You agree. It’s what everyone close to you believes as well.
There have been whispers, rumors, of a darkness looming among the edges of space. Now it seems to be slithering into your home.
But for now, you simply hold onto these glimmers of peace - like watching Grogu chase after the butterflies among the field.
His little claws reach for the soft colored creatures, and you think of your own childhood days where you chased after them too. You remember the trick your old tutor taught you when you were little.
So holding out your finger, you wait. Patience pays off. A lone butterfly flutters to land on your finger believing it to be a branch.
Grogu instantly notices, makes a noise of surprise, and scurries over.
But his fast movement scares the butterfly, and it rapidly flies away. The sad confused noise Grogu gives breaks your heart.
“It’s alright, they just get frightened easily.” You explain.
So again you hold your finger out, a welcoming rest spot. This time you place it closer to the baby.
Another butterfly thankfully floats down on your finger.
“Bweh!” Grogu shrieks giddy.
Very steadily, you move your finger closer to Grogu trying not to scare the bug.
“Here… can I see your hand, little one?” You softly ask.
The mandalorian helps his son out, raising Grogu’s little claw besides yours.
The butterfly gently wanders from your finger to Grogu’s hand, and the sweet baby giggles in pure joy.
The bug of course doesn’t stay long and flutters away. But it brings enough excitement to Grougu. He’s completely taken over by twinkling giggles the rest of the time, eagerly chasing after more butterflies.
“Are you often away from the queen for this long?” The mandalorian’s sudden curious question takes you by surprise.
“As long as one handmaiden is with the queen, no protocol is broken.” You effortlessly recite the mandate.
“Besides, we all deserve a bit of fresh air and some time alone.” You add.
From the corner of your eye, the mandalorian nods.
Then, the belltower rings signaling your return.
Grogu, now in his fathers arms, waves at you goodbye then yawns.
Wishing the little one good night you, you then bid the same goodbye to his father.
“Take care, mandalorian.”
“…Din...”
The phrase stills you.
“My name is Din.” He reveals. “Seems only fair since you gave me yours.”
Din, it fits him beautifully.
“Until next time, Din.” A grateful glow swirls in you knowing his name.
You vow to keep it sealed safe in your heart. You wouldn’t be able to use his name while wearing the crown anyway. Faintly, it reminds you how in the same way the mandalorian, Din, would never know your true name as queen.
That realization digs a hollow hole into your heart.
—
Peace doesn’t last long.
The assassin fires shots from one of the high towers near the capitol. Chaos erupts wild and dizzying, sending everyone into a panic.
Except the mandalorian, Din.
Effortlessly he jumps in front of you blocking the second blaster shot with his armor, a literal shield before you.
Once you’re secured safely, your eyes widen witnessing Din in action, flying up to the tower.
Even with the distance, you catch glimpses of the mandalorian fighting before you’re escorted away.
And he’s marvelous.
There’s a swift deadly power to him, a legend of myth right before your eyes.
Then he’s by your side again.
“Are you alright?” He immediately asks returning to you breathless.
You want to ask if he’s the one alright, if Grogu is with him. Instead all you can do is nod, earnestly thanking him.
“He’s doing his job, m’lady.” Hildegard jokes.
But it’s true.
You’re getting tangled in a web of emotions over a man who will vanish from your life once the threats are eradicated.
Yet it still doesn’t stop you from visiting him again. It takes more convincing this time to sneak away, but you’re thankful you still can.
Worried you’ll miss seeing Din and his son, you rush to the lakeside. But you forget how hot the handmaiden robes can get, and exhaustion hits.
Your heart drops seeing the field vacant.
Guess you were too late.
Exhausted and annoyed at yourself, you rip back the robe’s hood allowing yourself a relief of air before you dejectedly walk back to the palace.
Someone says your name, your true name.
Din steps out from the villa, a sleek beautiful hunter emerging from the shadows.
Soon he stands frozen, his sleek helmet focused on you. A moment passes, an awkward stand off of you and him simply staring at each other.
Petrified, you suddenly realize you’re facing the mandalorian without any cover or protection of the robe’s hood.
“Sorry, you must be busy.” You blurt, ready to turn around and scurry away.
Din again says your name.
“It’s fine. I was just gathering my things.” He explains.
“Oh?” The confusion in your voice or on your face must be embarrassingly blatant for him to explain.
“I’ll be staying at the palace full time after today.”
Oh… so you’ll be seeing him more.
“You were amazing today.” Admiration flows from you.
He thanks you with a hesitant mumble, vaguely shy.
“Are you alright? Is Grogu okay?” You immediately ask, knowing those questions have been bothering you since this morning.
“We’re both fine. You should be worried about the Queen.” Din replies firm.
“The queen’s fine.” You snort, hoping he doesn’t notice your dryly amused tone.
“There was an amazing mandalorian that made sure everyone was safe after all.” You mean those words.
Din stays quiet keeping his helmet directed on you. A dread sets in, worried if you’ve overstepped or said something you shouldn’t have.
The sun has just set over the horizon casting an illuminating glow on the planet. It paints the mandalorian a shining warrior bathed in golden glory.
You wonder if you’re staring at him too much.
A familiar coo arrives, and soon after Grogu waddles out of the villa. Witnessing this armored warrior move to cradle his son, who snuggles into his father’s arms, unfolds a warm wave in you.
“I’ll let you two get back to your evening,” you smile gentle as Grogu yawns adorably in agreement.
“And I guess I’ll be seeing you around more.” You half joke with Din.
He dryly chuckles, and the sound is a gift.
“If you’re heading back to the palace I can return with you. So that you’re not walking alone.” He offers and your eyes go wide.
You immediately accept his offer.
With a nudge of his helmet you follow him inside the cabin. The layout is similar to all the other lake homes, except a cluster of weapons sit on the table. You’re in awe knowing he knows how to handle so many of these.
Grogu now wiggles fussy in Din’s hold.
“Here, I can take him.” You offer.
Hearing your words immediately Grogu lifts his little arms towards you ready to be carried.
“Kid,” Din dully sighs.
You reassure Din and happily scoop the baby up. Feeling him snuggle against your shoulder is a precious thing
Din goes silent and returns to gathering his belongings.
Now the night sky casts a blanket of midnight blue over the lake.
Out of the villa, a gleam of silver draws your attention. You inhale sharp but try staying quiet with Grogu sleeping peacefully in your arms.
“Is that a N-1 Starfighter?” Your voice, even whispering, jumps shocked. The familiar bright yellow coating has been stripped, but you could recognize that ship anywhere.
Din chuckles beside you.
“You know your ships.” He sounds impressed.
You didn’t. You just know that one.
You remember seeing the starfighters in your history lessons. They looked like beautiful sea creatures soaring among the clouds. You were heartbroken finding out they were retired.
You even tell all of this to Din.
A humorous thought emerges. You wonder if one dramatic last act as Queen could be you reinstating the starfighters.
“How does it fly?” You ask Din curiously.
“Like a dream.” His wistful voice lets your mind soar into a daydream wondering what it would be like to witness the N1.
“Maybe one day you’ll see it fly.” Din offers and you turn to him, grinning.
“Now that would be a dream.” You warmly mirror his phrase.
If you manage to make it through your final days as Queen, maybe you could beg the mandalorian to let you see the ship in action.
The walk to the palace is peaceful among the lake. You treasure Grogu snoring soundly in your arms, and you’re thankful Din allows you to hold his son.
But approaching the palace, you return the baby back to his father to hide him, just in case.
Your instincts are right. At the very edge of the palace steps, all your advisors, along with the senator and his aids, wait anxiously.
You stayed out too late.
Immediately they spot you with the mandalorian, and the reactions are mixed. You’re however more worried when Din reacts.
“Seems you were needed.” He comments.
“I stayed out later than planned, that’s all.” You half lie.
“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” You joke again, and he nods.
Even though you made the joke, you do end up seeing Din much more.
Except as the Queen of Naboo.
He stays in your personal guard close to the head captain. Even when you return to your private study, you’re surprised Din stays, truly acting as a loyal personal guard.
While overlooking legislation orders, a rustling comes. Off to the side, the mandalorian fidgets with his satchel.
Grogu.
“Mandalorian,” you speak in your composed tone. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” He huffs, trying to sound calm himself.
But it’s too late. One of Grogu’s adorable ears pops out from the satchel. And despite his father’s best attempts to settle him, the baby pokes his entire head out.
Two of your handmaidens gasp excited.
“I apologize.” Din quickly stammers.
You don’t even hide the grin on your face seeing the baby.
“No need to apologize. I’m quite fond of little ones.” You assure Din, remembering what you told him previously.
“Mweh.” Grogu squeaks glancing around at the new room with sparkling curious eyes.
Your handmaidens are already smitten, trying not to rush over to him.
“Is it a pet?” One asks eager.
“No.” Din bluntly answers, and you even feel a bit insulted for him.
Ever the trouble maker, Grogu climbs out of the bag and starts waddling around exploring with ease.
“Kid.” Din sighs, a frustrated parent, and your handmaidens giggle amused.
“It’s fine, mandalorian.” You again reassure him.
Grogu turns to blink curiously up at you. Under the thick ceremonial makeup, wearing your ornate headpiece, you understand how strange you must look to a child.
Instantly he scurries towards you, little clawed hands grabbing the air signaling he wants to be picked up.
Panic seizes your breath.
There’s no way Grogu could recognize you. You rationalize that this is simply him finding your Queen persona interesting.
Din moves to snag Grogu, even saying his name sharp and reprimanding.
But you chuckle swooping down to the little creature first. Your gown today weighs heavier, yet you don’t mind knowing Grogu gets to settle in your arms.
His sweet eyes search your face. You smile politely and gentle. Then his tiny hands press against your cheeks, and a bright smile lights up his face.
And you can’t help it, you smile back.
The curious eyes of your handmaidens burn holes into your face. They whisper like a pack of loth cats plotting their next attack. So diverting their attention you place Grogu back down on the ground letting him roam.
Immediately your handmaids rush kneeling at the baby’s level, completely captivated by the new arrival.
“He seems to enjoy the attention.” You tell Din.
The mandalorian simply hums, an agreeing sound.
You wonder if he’s upset or possibly nervous about all of this.
“Please know he is safe here and free to roam.” You say encouraging, hoping to soothe the tension.
“Thank you…m’lady.” Din replies low, and your heart trips over itself.
It’s the first time he’s ever addressed you by the proper title, and his voice sparks a wildfire.
After this introduction, Grogu happily now enjoys being carried in the arms of your handmaidens or resting openly in Din’s satchel. A little wave of jealousy rises when the baby plays with one of your handmaids during a council meeting. You ache to trade places with her more than ever.
Seeing his son giggle freely unhidden relaxed Din more. He starts walking besides the captain of your guard and chatting with her, the two of them now easy comrades.
Now Din steps in pace right behind you, a beskar coated shadow you think of often.
During a particularly rainy day, you accidentally slip among the sleek stair tiles.
Immediately Din grabs you fast, steadying you from falling. His hand, unwavering and strong, holds you. Your heart thrashes furiously hearing his magnetic voice so close asking if you’re alright.
This unfortunate infatuation towards the mandalorian blooms a wicked weed digging its roots into your heart, and it’s become more unbearable.
Thankfully, your final months as Queen help keep your mind mostly occupied.
After meeting with the current Gungan Boss, you sigh exhausted.
Glancing at the wall, the portraits of monarchs past loom watching you, waiting to see what you do next.
“Many of the queens seem… younger than you.” Din suddenly comments observing the previous rulers.
“Are you calling me old, mandalorian?” You tease as much as your steeled composed tone allows.
“I…” he’s stunned, taken off guard for a minute. It’s adorable. For a split moment you smirk, keeping a laugh firmly locked away.
“I jest.” You recover quickly.
You explain how customarily many of the previous rulers were chosen at a young age, some even children. The belief was that those who possessed a child like wonder and wisdom should rule. Of course, that slowly faded away over time.
“And when the empire arrived?” Din asks.
When the Moff assigned to Naboo arrived, dark days followed. Terror seemed to choke your planet. You quietly tell Din of this.
“I…understand. I’ve seen the damage that can be done because of a Moff’s rule.” An ancient sorrow hangs within his voice.
Your eyes flicker to the shining warrior besides you. Din is striking, incredibly so. A selfish desire grows wishing to know him more, to know the face of the man taking residence in your heart.
Until another asassination attempt reminds you danger persistently lurks ready to steal your peace.
One of the food testers in the kitchen has a dangerous reaction to your meal. Thankfully she is tended to in time and will make it. But these threats grow deadlier.
“This might be … when we should start considering you going into hiding, m’lady.” One of your advisors suggests.
Those words hang over you an ominous storm.
After the recent attempt, you hide in handmaiden robes more.
You shouldn’t be wandering around this late in the night among the hallways, but you can’t sleep.
Turning the corner, you stumble upon Din standing by the hallway’s edge. He focuses on his transmitter, reading a holo message.
Ever a warrior, his keen senses notice someone else is here and he looks up. Not wanting to startle him, you pull back the robe’s hood to reveal yourself.
He exhales your name, and it flutters into your heart.
“It’s been a while.” You sleepily grin.
“Indeed.” He nods, and his voice sounds warmer.
“Been a bit busy around here.” You joke, but a somberness hangs.
“It has.” Even his reply mirrors the underlying tension.
“It’s also been difficult trying to figure out which handmaiden you are.” Din says, as if trying to break the thick tense clouds.
You laugh, and it’s freeing.
“That means it’s working.” You snicker. “No one should know who a handmaid is, much less what they look like.”
Each handmaiden was handpicked because of how similarly they fit your height and vaguely your appearance.
Handmaids are the silent heroes of the crown, quiet protectors ready to step in and surround you any given moment. Guilt festers in you knowing their lives are at risk too.
“And yet… you let me see you.” Din curiously notes, and your chest tightens.
“Well, I trust you.” You tell him simply. And you do, completely and irrevocably.
“Besides, if you decide to do anything suspicious the Queen would be the first to know.” You jest, enjoying the double meaning.
“Never.” He shakes his head earnest.
Under the lowlights of the hallway, Din steps closer. Your fingers itch to touch his beskar, to run the cool armor beneath your touch.
You wonder every night what color his eyes are.
The sound of glass shattering erupts, and suddenly the world blurs. You’re in Din’s arms falling to the floor.
His hand cradles your head from colliding on the hard marble floor. But you don’t have time to process that. Instantly you reach for the small blade hidden in your robes.
“Are you alright?” Din rapidly asks, and you nod stunned.
Someone shot at you through the window.
Someone knows who you are.
—
“You must go into hiding,” Hildegard, ever your most trusted and wise advisor, urges begging now.
Stubborn, feeling raw, exposed, you sit in angered silence. No makeup on, no crown, just a simple soul at the mercy of fate.
“Maybe we should keep the queen here?” Senator Trystan suggests.
“Because…to me, it seems like the Mandalorian isn’t quite living up to the legends told of his people.” He adds dangerously untrusting.
A blazing fury bursts in you.
“I’m alive because of him.” You snap glaring at the senator.
“And he is the only one I’ll trust accompanying me if I must go into hiding.” Your declaration rings absolute, the voice of a ruler.
Yet that night you can’t sleep. Neither can your handmaidens, especially with how curious they are.
“So…are you going to tell us what you were doing with Mando in the hallway?” One of them asks curiously.
Partially lying, you say how you couldn’t sleep and simply ran into him.
“Are you having secret rendezvous meetings with the mandalorian and haven’t been telling us?!” Another handmaiden shrieks giddy, and you rapidly deny.
But it’s hard when the fluttering feelings in your stomach now thrash wanting to fully take flight and escape, revealing your truth.
As playfully pestering as they are, this time with your handmaidens lightens your spirits immensely.
Because you know the looming decision.
The spring equinox here on Naboo will be your official final outing as ruler. That day, you’ll give your final address to the planet, sign your final law into action at the gala, then step down in the eyes of the New Republic.
It will be a momentous day.
For one month until then… you’ll be in hiding.
One moon cycle away from Naboo.
But as declared, you’ll be departing alone with the mandalorian.
A war rages in your heart as you clutch your small pack.
You wish to stay and fight, stand your ground. Yet you understand the danger that will come if you stay.
So walking into the darkness alone, you find a gleaming warrior among it.
A curt nod is how he greets you.
Din has been quiet since your identity was revealed. You wonder if he’s disappointed or angry knowing who you are.
But all the emotions get shoved aside when you see your mode of transportation.
The starfighter gleams glorious under the moonlight.
“Will we fit?” You wonder aloud a bit hesitant.
“Might be a tight squeeze, but we’ll make it. The trip is not too far.” Din answers and his voice again does strange things to your heart.
He wasn’t lying about the tight fit.
You’re practically slotted between his legs in the compact pilot’s seat. His arms reach around you effortlessly readying the systems. Your mind goes over boring litigations and mandates trying not to let it wander into dangerous territory.
Then, the ship bolts to life airborne.
Immediately your gaze flickers back to your home planet watching it drift further away in the night sky.
“Don’t worry,” Din suddenly mutters, comforting. “Everyone will be fine.”
You swallow hard and nod.
The atmosphere dissipates all around until you’re among a sea of stars.
“So…you’re Queen of Naboo.” Din speaks first. It feels like a peace offering.
Your lips twitch back a laugh.
“Apparently.” You joke.
His chuckle lightens the ache trying to consume you.
The trip, as promised, isn’t far.
Nevarro resides in the outer rim. Even though Naboo is considered mid-rim, its bordering location is close to the outer rim, so you know of Nevarro. The planet’s growth and evolution has been admirable to witness.
You find it’s easy to settle in and embrace the planet wholeheartedly.
Or… you embrace Din’s world wholeheartedly.
His home sits peaceful at the edge of the lava flats. You begged him to let you stay at an inn in town so you wouldn’t be a bother. He adamantly shut that option down.
“Being here means I can keep you safe.” He explained.
So now you take the spare room in Din’s abode. The spartan walls, bare minimum furniture, they all strangely perfectly reflect Din. But you enjoy spotting the various stuffed toys littering the floors.
Grogu enjoys being back at home, showing you the pond he loves chasing creatures around.
Suddenly he magically lifts a small frog into the air and you gasp. These abilities…
In secret, you briefly had studied the Jedi, the ways of the force, and knew of the strange abilities that came with it.
“He can use the force?!” You squak, turning to Din.
The mandalorian simply tells you it’s complicated. You don’t press the topic. Yet it makes sense now remembering how Grogu was able to notice you single you out even in your makeup.
He really is a special star. His giggles brighten the home, a joyous little light.
Currently he sleeps peacefully in your arms, belly full from the dinner you cooked.
“A queen who knows how to cook?” Din had joked earlier when went into the market to grab supplies.
“I haven’t always been queen.” You huffed back.
You had a life before your crown, but now you wonder how it will look after.
“What was it like before you were queen?” Sitting besides you outside on the porch, you’re surprised Din is this curious.
This spot here is quickly becoming a favorite of yours. The warm Nevarro air floats thicker than Naboo, yet there’s a gentle comfort to it.
You tell Din of your early university days, secretly holding a dream of abandoning everything to become a rebel spy.
“A spy?” His voice curls amused, and you wish you could see his face.
“I read too many adventure romance tales.” You shrug.
You used to dream of meeting a handsome rebel pilot while fighting for your home planet and then falling in love.
Now your dreams only contain a warrior clad in beskar.
“Were you always a bounty hunter?” You now question Din about his life as much as you can.
You treasure all he gives you, telling you about days hunting bounties across the galaxy until he stumbled upon a certain little green creature.
The mudhorn, the empire hunting Grogu, the days they spent apart from each other… It all led to Din gaining a son. And it’s all because of that single bounty.
“Your job led you to a wonderful gift.” You fondly praise while Grogu snores peacefully against your shoulder.
“Yes...” Din agrees, yet his voice seems to trail off.
“After you step down, what will happen to you?” He softly changes the subject, pressing another question.
One that strikes deep.
“There are two recommended options…” you mutter.
The first choice is to marry a noble and stay within the royal sphere.
The other option is becoming a senator.
For some reason, your heart doesn’t feel compelled thinking of either option.
You aren’t attracted to any of the nobles trying to court you. And the role of a senator is demanding. You already feel frustrated with the state of politics and after being around it for this long…you wish for quieter days.
“What if you don’t want either?” Din sounds somber, yet inquisitive.
You suppose you could simply walk away from everything, slip into the galaxy to become another soul simply passing through.
You’ve never given that option much thought.
“You could stay here.” Din says, and a burst of light crashes into your chest.
Here? With him?
“Nevarro has good housing options. You would always be welcomed here.”
Then his second comment, more formal in tone, becomes a splash of water immediately diminishing any hope wanting to ignite you. You weakly grin.
“You just want me nearby for the free babysitting services.” You joke hoping to quell the heartbreak trying to leak in.
He chuckles amused.
You still earnestly thank him for the offer. But now, the future looms more nebulous than ever.
—
Through secret comlinks and encrypted messages, you discover another assassin tried striking the palace.
“You think it’s a group at work?” You ask Din, sounding more like the concerned ruler you are.
“No, it feels too planned, like the culprit is trying to mislead us or lure you back.” And he sounds like the sharp skilled hunter he is.
“May I ask… why does someone want you dead?” He questions hesitant.
You sigh.
The last law you want to sign into action would undo a final decree the Moff put into order. You want all traces of that evil gone.
“It could be an old sympathizer wanting to stop you.” Din immediately concludes.
That doesn’t narrow down any choices. But you suspect the assassin is connected to someone within your circle since they knew when to attack you even as a handmaid.
Paranoia has you restless, on edge. It’s why you return to your blade.
The familiar self defense moves flow through you. Simple, effective, enough to strike before you can try making an escape.
“Your arms need to move faster.”
You swore Din had been working on the starfighter and with Grogu down for the night, you took the alone time to practice among the fading twilight.
Now he saunters to you eased.
“Your arms have the right motion. They just aren’t steady.” He instructs.
“Well it would be different if someone was attacking me.” You scoff.
“Alright then,” something excited sparks in Din’s voice. “Spar with me.”
You think you misheard him. Then Din pulls out a seasoned, rather deadly looking, vibroblade and stands at the ready.
You stammer out excuses. There’s no way you can fight a mandalorian.
Suddenly he strikes first. Din rushes fast, darting forward and swinging his blade to swipe at you.
It becomes a fast dance, evading and dodging as Din attacks unrelentlessly.
“You haven’t tried striking me.” He doesn’t even sound tired while you’re barely hanging on.
“Because I have a mandalorian after me!” You wheeze frantic, and he chuckles.
Din stops his offensive and places his blade away.
“The way I moved is how you should.”
“I’m not a trained warrior.” You huff catching your breath. Even without seeing his eyes, the way his helmet tilts you know he’s rolling his eyes.
Gently, his gloved hands slide to your arms, and you freeze. Your mind momentarily shutting down. He touches you gingerly, delicate. Then he begins maneuvering you into the same stance he was in.
In a steady patient voice, Din explains every move and guides you through them. The close position, feeling his sturdy build pressing against you, the way his voice oozes with a gentle dominance, it overwhelms you.
Din makes you go through the motions repeatedly, a patient teacher.
“Your stance is good. You were taught well.” He admires, and you shakily thank him.
“Had to be ready as both queen and handmaid just in case.” You say lighthearted trying to battle the raging emotions swirling like a dangerous riptide.
“At first I didn’t understand your guard system or the handmaidens.” Din explains.
“Now I see why you go to great lengths to hide your identity. It reminds me of mandalorian tradition and why we hide our faces.” Din’s voice floats out kind and gentle.
The realization unfurls in you quietly that you almost miss it. You and him have run parallel in different ways, wearing masks to protect yourself and your people.
You’re grateful the force brought you to this man, one you will always hold in your heart even when fate decides to take him away.
You and him practice late into the night. He even lets you spar with his blade. Surprisingly, you take to it well, and Din even notices.
“Keep it.”
You gawk, stunned at his words. Immediately panicking, you tell Din you could never take a weapon from a mandalorian.
“I have another. And trust me, it will be useful if…I’m not around.”
His somber words dig into you, another sharpened knife, one you wish he could take back.
—
Your final week on Nevarro approaches and sorrow tangles itself around you constricting. You’ve grown attached to this planet. You’ve made friends with the floral shop keeper. The merchant who sells your favorite dried fruits now jokes with Din wondering how a grumpy mandalorian snagged someone as lovely as you.
You laugh weakly at the jokes, yet Din stays silent.
The silence has multiplied between you and Din, creating a terrifying canyon separating you from him.
Grogu senses it. Whimpering, he stubbornly tries hanging onto both you and Din more.
You shove away tears at night.
This dream, this carved out home you’ve started settling into…you knew it was going to end eventually. You just became so foolish hoping it wouldn’t.
Slowly, you start packing, childishly dragging your feet as if it will prolong your stay.
A knock arrives at your door, and it slides open.
“Can I show you something?” Din’s voice, hesitant and cautious, snaps your spine straight.
You agree without hesitation.
With Grogu currently enjoying a play date with one of the children in town, it’s just you and Din together for the day.
But you regret your choice of not accompanying the baby when you realize you’ll be jumping back into the starfighter.
Having Din’s arms enclosed around you, his strong chest pressing against your back, all the close proximity heats your skin, a reminder of what you’ll be losing in just a few days.
“You said you wanted to one day see how she flies.” Din says soft.
You technically had seen her fly when Din brought you here. Unfortunately your mind was so foggy you honestly couldn’t savor the journey.
“You didn’t get to see much last time. So…Let’s stretch out her legs.” Din’s voice holds a proud smile.
Your eyes widen. He remembered. Before you can say anything else, you become one with the wind.
Din was right. The N1 soars like a dream. She glides gracefully among the craters and canyons, dipping low among the lava flats and zooming with ease past the town.
But you also realize, Din is an amazing pilot. He effortlessly maneuvers the ship with a fluid flow and striking awareness. As if you couldn’t be anymore attracted to him, knowing he’s not just an amazing warrior but an incredible pilot makes your blood hum.
“You’re amazing.” You tell him earnest and true.
You swear his arms curl around you tighter.
“Ready to see the best part.” He purrs, sounding eager.
“Wait, best part?” You can’t imagine what’s next.
He points to a switch and when he hits it, you fly out of your body reaching a speed you never expected.
And it’s dazzling.
You laugh bright and alive. The weightless sensation overflows into your bones.
The atmosphere melts away as Din pushes the ship to the very edges of the planet.
The stars float just out of your reach, twinkling with knowing eyes.
Suddenly, Din lets the ship drop. The N1 plummets into a free fall that has your stomach jumping into your mouth. You almost scream.
In the descent, Din quickly spins the starfighter swiftly, a dramatic turn that sends it flying fast in a new direction. The move is a trick, one he seems to be showing off proudly.
You laugh breathlessly relieved.
“You know I’m still queen. I can punish you for that!” You wheeze.
“I’d like to see you try, m’lady.” He challenges back amused. You grin wild and greedy hearing the title.
The flight, the exhilaration, it dissipates the tension of this week, almost purifying you. Because now you notice… you’ve fully melted against Din’s chest.
Your head even leans back to rest against his helmet.
Yet Din hasn’t moved you.
The silence thickens as he flies the ship back towards town.
“Thank you for showing me this.” You mutter, barely able to get those words out.
Din’s helmet nods moving against the side of your head. One of his hands leaves the control panel and gently rests against your thigh.
You and him remain this close the rest of the flight.
The next time you’re in the N1 -
You’re flying home to Naboo.
The entire flight is silent.
You sit as furthest away from him as physically possible within the cramped space. Din maneuvers the controls and trying to keep yourself steeled, composed, your eyes focus on his movements.
That’s when you catch it.
His gloves shift and a sliver of his skin is exposed.
Sun kissed and beautiful, you think you just imagined it. Until you notice it again when Din steers the ship out of the atmosphere.
Countless nights you thought about what he looked like under his helmet, wondering how his lips would feel against yours. Now you’re allowed this one small peek at the man beneath the armor, and a dangerous greed immediately slithers in.
Your lips ache to kiss that spot, that glimmer of Din unmasked.
Greed morphs into a deadly lust. You imagine yourself, if you were braver, grabbing his wrist and lifting it to your lips to kiss him, taste him, at least once.
How would he react if you did that? Embrace you? Reprimand you?
Punish you in a way that turns filthy…
You wonder how extra tight this cramped space would be trying to ride him in, to feel the heat between you and him build into a blazing cloud. Even now, if you concentrate hard enough in this terrifyingly quiet flight, you can hear his soft breathing, his gentle exhales modulated through the helmet.
Your mind melts thinking of him whispering deep against your ear as he thrusts up into you-
Instantly your mouth goes dry at the erotic thought and you close your eyes, trying to reset yourself.
When you open your eyes, Naboo approaches fast, a gorgeous gemstone among the stars. Your dreams and lustful wishes shatter like broken titles leaving you feeling empty to pick up the pieces.
—
Your final gown as Queen gleams stitched with a final goodbye. It’s glorious, dripping in grandeur and beauty. Wearing it, clusters of emotions clash with each other. You’ve allowed yourself a minute alone just to compose yourself. Giving one final glance at a mirror, you silently bid farewell to this piece of you.
A knock comes, and one of your handmaid's pops her head into the room.
“Senator Trystan wishes to speak with you.”
Of course you let him in.
The familiar face beams at you proud.
“You look splendid, m’lady.” The senator bows his head, and you thank him.
He updates you on the various monarchs and other planetary senators who have arrived. Your mind unfortunately only thinks of one beskar wearing guest.
Tonight is your last night with Din. Once the grand event finishes and if you remain safe, he would receive his hefty sum. Your paths will seperate.
He hasn’t spoken more than five words to you since you’ve returned. You’ve barely seen Grogu either.
You understand the rush of trying to prepare for everything has kept you busy. But you catch the looks your handmaidens give you of heartbroken understanding as though they can sense the turmoil in you.
Your mind, even now, feels like it could burst holding so many thoughts.
Then footsteps stamped forward.
The senator, blade in hand, lunges at you.
A surprised scream escapes you before you swiftly move, jumping into action.
Pulling out your vibroblade, Din’s blade, you swipe at the traitor.
The moves Din taught, his weapon, they become your saving grace.
You keep the attacker on his toes. But Senator Trystan acts fast stepping on your gown causing you to trip before you can run to the door.
You fall hard onto the floor. Hissing in pain, your eyes close.
Move, a voice in your head sounding intensely like Din, urges you to react.
Then a thundering collision crashes into your chambers, and your eyes snap open.
One moment the senator stands poised above you, blade in hand ready to attack. The next he’s gone.
Scrambling up, you discover Din wrestling Senator Trystan onto the floor.
“The Moff was right!” The traitor screams in anger trying hard to thrash against Din’s hold.
“You’re pathetic!” You snarl back.
“You are ruining our world!” Sentaro Trystan screeches staring you down. “Long live the empire-”
Din aggressively knocks the raging senator unconscious.
Immediately your handmaidens and a few healers rush to your side tending to you, trying to calm you down.
A thick haze swirls in your mind. Senator Trystan was the one behind the assassinations. Why hadn’t you noticed it?
Suddenly a warm gloved hand grabs yours and squeezes. Blinking out of the mental haze, Din now kneels before you. The stark black visor of his helmet stares unwavering.
He whispers your name.
Tiny little hands climb their way up your gown. Glancing down, you find Grogu staring up and whimpering worried. You stroke his soft head and it eases you and him both.
“Are you alright, m’lady?” Din asks cautious, concerned.
You nod still slightly overwhelmed.
“I owe you my life, mandalorian.” You tell him through a shaking voice.
Din doesn't reply, instead squeezes your hand tighter. The exhaustion slowly creeping into your body begs you to lean forward, to rest against Din’s shoulder. But you don’t know how he’ll react.
And even if you did try to lean on him, you noticed your grand headpiece would’ve gotten in the way of you moving closer to Din, a literal barrier reminding you of the truth.
New Republic officers along with the rest of your advisors and guards storm in.
You’re grateful the threat is over, eternally in debt to Din. But the truth settles in cold and bleak. Your time is up. The mandalorian will be leaving you.
“Your reward will be doubled.” Hildegard says grateful through tears patting Din on the shoulder.
“I was just…doing my job.” He nods curt.
A job, that’s all you are.
You eventually hand Grogu to one of your handmaidens. This night will be busy. Din however refuses to leave your side.
“She needs to rest.” Din orders sharp after realizing you’re still attending the gala.
“I can rest once this is all over.” Your monarch's voice, the voice of a queen, slips in.
Din remains silent.
Even though you feel caught in the waves of a turbulent sea, a queen must bottle all those things and store them away.
So wearing your crown proudly, you sign your final law into motion and hold your head high.
The previous queens still alive arrive at your side. You kneel, and their hands lift the weight of a planet from you.
Queen no more.
Among the roar of applause, among the illustrious crowd, your eyes only seek out one guest.
Din leans against a column, hands crossed over his chest sticking out a sore thumb. And he’s beautiful.
“I suppose you want this back.” You hold out his blade waiting for him to take it.
His helmet shakes an adamant no.
“I told you, it’s yours now. Knowing it kept you safe is even more reason for you to keep it.”
A thick sorrow and adoration, the strangest mixture, shred your heart wide open. But under the glimmering lights, along the magnificent marble ballroom, you have to seal everything away tight.
The Gala is a gorgeous celebration, the triumph of Naboo slowly returning to its beauty. The Gungan Boss teases how his nephew would make a fine match now that you’re available for marriage. He isn’t the only one making suggestions.
Many suitors from noble families blatantly make their courting intentions known. You smile with as much grace as you can.
One of the noblemen, a man you vaguely remember from your university days, even gets bold and places a kiss on your hand when he bids you farewell.
“It seems royal marriage is what everyone wants for you.” Din comments stiffly.
You stay quiet, numb.
“What do you want?” He asks.
Your eyes return to him, his glorious helmet, and you wish more than ever to know his eyes.
“What I want doesn’t matter.” You reply just as stiff.
“But it does. You deserve to make that decision.” He argues low, deadly, reminding you of the bounty hunter he is.
“Maybe who I want doesn’t want me back.” Your words strike sharp under your breath.
“Who…who do you want?”
Terror barrels in hearing Din’s question. You didn’t even realize you had said who.
Din’s stare, even without seeing his eyes, is unflinching.
An overwhelming panic overtakes you like a feral rancor.
So you flee, scurrying away fast.
Immediately you tell your advisors and handmaidens you need to be excused, saying how the rush of the night has finally caught up to you.
Understanding, everyone allows you to slip away from the gala’s ballroom towards the palace.
But ever the persistent shadow, Din stays close behind.
“I don’t need your services anymore, mandalorian.” You snap, refusing to turn around to him.
“I’m your guard until the night ends.” He growls back.
“I thought our agreement was fulfilled when the threat was discovered. Besides, my crown is gone. You can leave Din Djarin.” Your voice bounces off the empty hallways like an angered ghost.
Earlier, the new republic officers had scanned his chaincode and when you heard his full name, it felt like a final goodbye.
“Is that what you want? For me to leave?” Din’s tone cuts deadly, stopping you in the middle of the hallway.
You don’t want him to go. You never want to leave him.
Din says your name, pleading.
“It doesn’t matter what I want. Leave.” You robotically order, except your voice cracks, and you regret speaking.
You force yourself to move forward.
He doesn’t follow, and your footsteps echo alone in the hallway.
Arriving at your chambers, your hands shake as you wipe away tears.
Queen no more, now all alone.
A solid knock arrives at your door making you jump out of your skin.
Still worried from earlier, you cautiously open the door, holding Din’s blade at the ready.
Then you slide it open fully and let the weapon drop instantly.
Din stands in the doorway.
“Tell me what you want, who it is you want. And then you will never see me again.” A plea aches in the mandalorian’s voice.
“It’s you, Din…” you sob, unable to hold it in anymore. “I want you, you ridiculously stubborn man-”
His warmth is engulfing. His strong arms wrap around you tight with the promise of never letting go. Beskar presses hard and unyielding, but you welcome it.
Your arms wrap around him just as tight.
“When I thought you were just a handmaid, I searched for you every time and I felt guilty. I knew my loyalty needed to be with the queen, when all I wanted to do was protect you.” His voice whispers soft, tender, soaking into your bones.
“It was only until I realized… I’ve been protecting you this entire time.” He squeezes you tighter.
Gravity shifts. Your orbit now becomes tied to this warrior.
Gently, you lean out of his embrace to stare at him. Placing your hand against his helmet, imagining his cheek below your palm, you reverently stroke the sacred beskar.
“My future is with you, whatever it is. I want it to be with you, Din.” You tell him through watery croaks.
A gloved hand now holds your face. Din exhales your name, delicate and reverent. Then he moves forward.
His helmet leans against your forehead, a holy act that makes your eyes close. The cool beskar against your skin feels like a sealed vow, the promise of a kiss and the hope of many to come.
Now, no crown keeps you from him.
—
Sunlight gently wakes you.
Your mind groggily starts thinking over the things you have to do today. An exasperated sigh escapes you.
The bed is cozy. You don’t want to leave, but you need to. So wearily you wiggle to slip out from the covers.
Until a solid sturdy arm drags you back into the blankets, pulling you against a warm broad bare chest.
“You can’t keep me in bed all day.” You mutter half asleep, half amused.
“We’re on our honeymoon. We’re allowed to stay in bed all day.” Din’s voice, unmodulated and thick with sleep, drips with pure delicious decadence.
Soft kisses pepper your bare shoulder. The soft scrape of his facial hair, the tickle of his mustache, feel glorious.
“We did that yesterday. And the day before that.” You remind him amused.
“Then today should be our final time.” Din smirks, nipping at your shoulder while his hands map out your skin.
“There’s still things I need to do for the coronation.” You try sounding determined, but your voice instead is a dreamy sigh, blissed in pure newlywed reverie.
“A queen’s job is never finished.” He teases letting his lips kiss across your jaw lazyly.
“Not a queen anymore.” You cheekily remind him, and your hand reaches back to run into his soft curls.
You’re a wife now, a title you cherish just as much as Queen.
“Always will be a queen to me… m’lady.” He mutters into your skin.
Immediately his words make you twist in his arms. You take a quick glance at your husband - your incredible husband with the most gorgeous rich soil soulful eyes. Then you lean forward to kiss him fierce.
Din meets your frenzy passion with a steadiness that disarms you. He kisses you slowly, unworried, like he plans to savor every moment, and you become a cloud ready to float into his atmosphere.
Then a small crash comes from the living room. An amused little giggle reveals the culprit.
You and Din now sigh for another reason.
“We should have let your handmaids keep him another day.” Din mumbles.
You laugh swatting at his shoulder.
With a final playful kiss, you grab your robe and slip out of bed.
Grogu squeals excitedly seeing you. Scooping him up into your arms, you kiss his sweet adorable cheeks.
“You adorable little trouble maker.” You snicker ticking his tummy.
You don’t even mind that Grogu knocked over the lovely congratulations bouquet the gungan boss sent. Your son’s giggles are worth it.
The morning sun dances beautifully across the grand Naboo lake. Sitting among the lush grass, you now watch Grogu once again chase after the fluttering butterflies.
Heavy boots crunch approaching. Then Din presses against you. You snuggle closer to lean against his paladin covered shoulder. His arm slides to curl you even closer into his side.
“Always hoped we would get to come back here.” Din admits.
You did too. It’s why when the coronation for the next Queen of Naboo arrived, coincidentally taking place just a month after your wedding, you eagerly convinced Din to take a break from Nevarro to return to this special place.
“Thank you for bringing us back.” You tell him grateful, pressing a kiss to his beskar.
“No, thank you for suggesting this.” You knew Din was kind hearted before. But now, as your husband, he shows you a pure adoration that doesn’t feel real at times.
“They will need you at the palace soon.” Your mandalorian reminds you gently.
He’s right of course. So many events, things to plan, all wait for you.
But for a few more moments, you stay within the golden glow of your little family…simply letting the butterflies dance all around.
