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🎶 hold you close till the morning light / in the morning watch the new days rise / we’ll do whatever just to stay alive 🎶
Stay Alive — José González
I have a particular weakness for modern au’s where Din and Omera live a very sweet life with their cute little blended family, alright?
(alternate colouring, close-ups, and cleaned-up sketch all tucked away, neat and tidy, under the cut)
Happy 4 Year anniversary to The Mandalorian's Chapter 4 - Sanctuary, and one of my favorite Star Wars couples.
Spoilers for the end of Season 3! I want to thank snowtheup on ao3 for giving me this idea. I guess I couldn't resist some Mandomera to kick off a new batch of chapters to celebrate the end of the season. More prompts to come soon! :)
Please enjoy Marketplace/Curious, and here are the rules if you want to participate!
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It was Grogu who spotted the stall first. Which was no wonder, the little boy’s head always swiveled in every direction when they visited Nevarro’s marketplace, keen to discover if there was any new food he hadn’t tried yet. He thought his son had simply seen Karga at first, and wanted to say hi. Then he started paying attention to what the high magistrate was buying – spotchka, it looked like, which didn’t surprise Din. The saloon might have closed on the main street, but the man still liked his drink.
It said a lot about him that the first thing he noticed was the rifle on the woman’s back before he recognized the woman herself or the teenager next to her. He could give you the exact reference number of the manufacturer’s model. Tell you how precise it was and how long it could be used for before it needed to be recharged. Which parts were required to fix it should it break down. Where to get them for cheap. He used to own that rifle. It was a very good rifle. And he’d given it to someone who’d meant a lot to him.
But this was years ago, so surely –
It was Winta in the end who had to spell it out for them when she told her they would be out with Din this particular evening.
“Well, yeah, I figured, it’s Valentine’s day.”
Omera had looked up towards Din who was in the process of cutting Hadi’s food at the time, and the blank expression he gave her told her everything she needed to know. He’d forgotten. They’d both completely forgotten.
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Fourth part in the Coffee Shop AU series! It’s Valentine’s day, they have all planned to go out at this fancy new restaurant, what could possibly go wrong?
Read below or on ao3.
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It was close to midnight when Din and Omera arrived home. They’d kept Ahsoka abreast of the situation via text while they were being held back at the Italian restaurant to give their statement, but they still found her watching the local news on TV, a very much awake Winta sitting next to her.
“Mom! Din!” the thirteen-year old exclaimed, rushing to their side to give them each a hug.
“Sorry,” Ahsoka said. “She wanted to stay up. Hadi’s asleep though, I promise.”
“That’s okay,” replied Omera, hugging her daughter back just as hard.
“You’re good, right?” the girl made sure, and Din squeezed her shoulder with a nod when it was his turn to receive her hug.
“We’re all good, only the Sheriff got hurt and it wasn’t serious, he’s still over there with law enforcement.”
“What happened?” Winta asked, wanting to get their version of events. “They’re not saying a lot on the news.”
They all stared at the screen and listened to what the journalist was saying. It was weird to see the restaurant they had just left in the background of the shot. The local TV channels had set up a perimeter fast, and Din hoped they would leave just as quickly once they realized there was not much information to glean just yet. This was only an attempted robbery and the perpetrators bad been arrested at the scene. Slow news day, he guessed.
“Nevarro’s peacefulness was shattered tonight – ” the blonde woman said, and Din rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh.
It was Winta in the end who had to spell it out for them when she told her they would be out with Din this particular evening.
“Well, yeah, I figured, it’s Valentine’s day.”
Omera had looked up towards Din who was in the process of cutting Hadi’s food at the time, and the blank expression he gave her told her everything she needed to know. He’d forgotten. They’d both completely forgotten.
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Fourth part in the Coffee Shop AU series! It's Valentine's day, they have all planned to go out at this fancy new restaurant, what could possibly go wrong?
Read below or on ao3.
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Din was running late.
It wasn’t like him, and Omera exhaled slowly as she looked at her phone once more to see if he had tried to text or call her – he hadn’t.
She couldn’t help feeling a little guilty. She’d been the one insisting they should go out more, and it had taken weeks to arrange this double-date. Well, triple-date. He’d managed to convince her that if she wanted them to socialize, it could at least be with people he knew and liked. To be honest, it hadn’t taken much to sway her – she might have been the one who decided they should make an effort to get to know the Sheriff in another capacity (that is, as Peli’s boyfriend), but Omera had similarly dreaded the prospect.
Not to see Peli, obviously – she loved Peli. They worked together and got on very well. But the Sheriff – Cobb, she had to call him Cobb, he’d insisted when he arrived, scrupulously on time – was a different matter entirely. And so the idea to ask Paz and Bo-Katan to join them had been a welcome one.
They’d started off on the wrong foot, that was all. Cobb was perfectly amicable when he showed up in Sorgan for his daily americano. If not for the fact that he had almost killed her boyfriend last Thanksgiving during a disastrous game of touch football, they would surely be friends already. Maybe.
“Is he ever gonna show up? I’m starving,” Paz complained loudly.
Yay, the final prompt, I made it, and only a couple of days late! :D
You can read below or on ao3.
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Din had the strange feeling that everybody was looking at him a little oddly when he landed with Grogu on Sorgan. It wasn’t his face, because the novelty had worn off already. And it wasn’t the boy because there again, people were used to his quirks by now. No, they were staring at him, and Din wondered if they were angry with him for some reason. Sure, he hadn’t visited for a while, more than six months, but this was sadly nothing new.
It made him feel a little uncomfortable, as he was more used to a warm welcome. They weren’t mean to him, and most still nodded their head at him and Grogu or said hello - no, it was just that look in their eye. The one that made him want to apologize immediately, even if he didn’t know what he was apologizing for.
Yet, anyway.
Because when he reached Omera’s hut, he understood immediately what all the looks had been about and what they meant.
“Oh, good, you’re here!” Winta exclaimed. “Mom wants to talk to you,” she added needlessly, as Grogu jumped into her arms, sensing an escape was for the best. The children exited the house and Din felt very much tempted to follow them but knew it wouldn’t be welcomed.
I still have one more prompt to go after this (I know, it's been more than a week!), but I've been wanting to try myself at the Teachers AU for a while, so this is my attempt. I hope it's not too silly and that you enjoy it! :)
You can read below or on ao3.
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“Did you hear the news?” Ahsoka said, out of breath, as she burst into the teachers’ lounge. Omera hid a smile – she didn’t think the first grade teacher had ever managed to arrive to school on time.
“What news?” asked Bo-Katan calmly, as she sipped from a coffee thermos next to her. Despite her composure, Omera knew she’d asked for at least 5 shots that morning at her coffee place.
“Cara quit on Friday!”
“What?!” Bo replied, suddenly very alert and interested. “She was the second substitute already! What’s the school district going to do?”
“Are they sending another sub? Who’s going to handle it in the meantime?” Omera sighed, already thinking ahead – she was teaching kindergarten, so it shouldn’t have impacted her directly, but her daughter Winta attended that 5th grade class. Their elementary school was underfunded and the conditions weren’t easy, with many teachers sadly not lasting long, but this was getting ridiculous.
Bo-Katan crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath. Focused. Ready. It was no secret that she’d coveted the spot for a couple of years, as she’d implied many times she was tired of teaching 4th graders.
“I’ll tell you what they should do – ” she started, but was interrupted by principal Karga entering the room closely followed by their custodian, Peli.
Mandomera Week 2022: Day#6 - Separation
A day late with this one, but it’s extra long! Delving again in the NSFW prompts while not making it NSFW at all (sorry about that again). Hope you’re still having fun with this Mandomera week!
You can read below or on ao3.
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“There’s someone new at the village,” Winta told him brightly just after they’d arrived with Grogu. She’d been the first to greet them, as was her custom, and his little boy immediately jumped into her arms with a happy coo.
“Everybody seems to like him, he’s Stoke’s cousin or something, but I think he’s a bit strange,” the girl carried on as they made their way to the village.
“Strange how?” Din asked, already on his guard. He hadn’t visited for a few months and he’d never liked surprises. It would be just his luck for a dangerous stranger to show up in the peaceful village, though he had to remind himself he’d been that person once, too.
But this was different.
“I don’t know, he’s always extra cheerful,” she said, and Din wondered how cheerful that person had to be for Winta of all people to take offense. That sounded pretty harmless. “And he’s always trying to talk to mom and I think she finds it a bit annoying.”
No, this wasn’t harmless at all, and Din resisted the urge to use the jetpack to get to the village faster.
“What’s his name?” he wondered through gritted teeth.
“Jeff.”
Mandomera Week 2022: Day#3 - Insecure
So among all the Mandalorian announcements today (March 1st, yaaaay), I decided it was a great idea to write the longest prompt yet. Needless to say, I might have missed some typos in my excitement... Enjoy some angst&fluff&whump.
You can read below or on ao3.
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It was Winta who alerted him. She’d had to travel all the way to the common house to use the HoloNet hotspot and input the number he’d written down for them to use if they needed to reach him, and despite the distance separating them and the poor quality of the audio, it was difficult to miss the worry in the thirteen year old’s tone.
“Say that again,” he asked her, already calculating how long it would take him to reach Sorgan. Grogu cooed on his lap, sensing his distress, then stayed silent to hear Winta’s reply.
“I think mom is in trouble. She shouldn’t have been gone for so long. Something must have happened to her and I’m worried, Din. The elders at the village say she’s fine, but I don’t believe them. Can you please come?”
“She went to the Klatooinians to negotiate you said?” he sighed, entering Sorgan’s coordinates in the nav computer. What the hell had she been thinking? Din knew they hadn’t tried to raid the village again, but they’d made veiled threats they might repeat the experience if the farmers didn’t agree to sell them krill at a reasonable price. He thought he’d taken care of that the last time he’d visited, but clearly he hadn’t.
I’m delving into the NSFW list today, but this is very mild (sorry). Still, I thought Din and Omera deserved some fun.
You can read below or on ao3.
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It wasn’t the first time. Or the second time. It wasn’t even the tenth time. They’d been together so many times he’d almost lost track. Well, not really – it didn’t require a lot of effort for him to recall each occurrence. Because he treasured all of them, especially when they were the only thing keeping his inner demons at bay, sometimes. Except for a few rare cases, his past experiences had certainly not been that memorable.
It wasn’t the first time he discarded his armor. He’d never been too self-conscious about his body or the scars marking his skin, and for someone who’d lived most of his life encased in a rigid frame and been deprived of touch, he’d quickly become partial to it. There was just something about the feel of her hands smoothing over his back that rendered him blissfully numb.
It wasn’t the first time he removed his helmet either, even if it hadn’t started that way and had taken some getting used to. Omera had made it easy, helping him figure out gradually how much better it could be like this. How much more he could give her and how much more she could give him.
But it was the first time in an actual bed. And not just any bed, but hers.
Not as angsty as yesterday, but I’m still having fun with the characters. Hope you’re having a good start of the week!
You can read today’s prompt below or on ao3.
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Omera often wondered if she should have told him the truth the first time she met him. It was probably too late now, and he might resent her for not being honest from the start – although there again, she doubted that very much. Din didn’t hold grudges. Not for that, at least. He took each day as it came, and rarely looked back. And when he did, it was for a good reason. Like welcoming the child back into his life.
Or returning to Sorgan.
And yet, she was very tempted to risk it. It was time. He deserved to know the truth and she trusted him with her life already, so surely she could trust him with this.
It had started bothering her when he removed his helmet in her presence. He’d never commented on the fact that she had almost done it herself that first time, when she’d given him all the time in the world to stop her and he’d only done so at the last second, but she wished he’d let her explain then.
If only he’d known. If only she’d told him he wasn’t the first Mandalorian she’d met. Then maybe he would have understood her reaction.
I haven’t given up on Comfortember but taking a small break to take part in Mandomera Week! That way I can write a bit more angsty as well (though this is not really angsty). Hope you enjoy!
You can read below or on ao3.
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The spotchka tasted good, but it wasn’t proving very helpful to soothe Din’s nerves. He wondered again why he had decided to come here, but deep down he knew, and the alcohol was at least forcing him to be honest with himself.
He wanted to see her.
More than that, he was waiting for a sign. What kind of sign, he had no idea, but he’d been so adrift lately that any would do. Would she be happy to see him again one day? Or was it better to leave things alone?
He looked down at his hands resting flat on the table. It was still strange to see them uncovered, the leather gloves waiting patiently for him on his ship with the rest of his armor while he either made up his mind or drank himself to a stupor. He’d landed in a clearing just as the sun was setting, and he’d met no one on the way to the common house. He was no different than any other log runner at the end of a long day, with his grey poncho over unremarkable clothes, but his dark stare still meant he’d been given a wide berth in the crowded room and a table of his own.
This is it, the time has come! Mandomera Week 2022 is finally here, we can’t wait to discover what you will come up with (or already came up with if you’ve started already).
Please find the prompts here and some quick rules below, and feel free to read further on for more details.
Quick rules: Please use the hashtag #mandomeraweek2022 when you post your fanfic, art, gifset, drabble, playlist, chapter, etc. here on tumblr. There is one prompt per day of the week (7 prompts + 3 alternate prompts). You can either choose one from the General Prompts list or the NSFW Prompts list. You can even choose both! For fanfics, you can also post your writing on our ao3 collection (but no pressure!). Please remember to tag your creations properly for NSFW.
Have fun, and feel free to reach out to us here or on Discord (just drop us a line if you want access!) if you have any questions.
