Swimming in Stars - Oneshot

Pairing: Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x virgin female reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up), consensual loss of virginity

Requested?: Yes from this ask - May I suggest experience mando and virgin reader??

Author’s note: gif by @51kas81​

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She’s been traveling with Mando for close to a year now. She was running away from an old life. A life she no longer wanted any part of. She had been scouring around her village when she saw the Mandalorian walk into it and collect a bounty.

He has to have a ship, she had thought as her mind screamed to get out of this place and off this planet.

She moved her feet quickly and began looking at docking bays and around the outskirts of the city then she found it. The pre-Empire vessel called the Razor Crest.

She had hidden in the shadows and watched as the Mandalorian walked his bounty up the cargo ramp and onto the ship. She had swallowed and gained the courage she needed.

“No trespassers,” his gruff modulated voice had said when he pointed the Cycler rifle at her.

She held her hands up in a surrendering motion.

“Please,” she had half whispered, half cried, “I need off this rock.”

“I don’t do stowaways.” Was his harsh reply.

She had wiped the tear running down her cheek then lifted her head and moved the hood from her cloak down.

He had lowered the rifle once he had seen the purple bruise covering her face.

Mando had waited a beat before saying, “you get off at the next stop. That’s as far as I’ll take you.”

She had nodded and mumbled, “thank you.”

Now she knows the ins and outs of the Razor Crest. Helps keep bounties under lock and key, even helps him obtain trouble bounties. He has shown her a few things about being part of the Guild, even though she will never join. She prefers to be a part of the crew, a part of something greater than what she was a part of before he had rescued her.

Yet with each passing day over the last few months, she began to wonder about Mando differently. She wanted more with him, wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin, his mouth against hers.

But Mando doesn’t know, she thinks as she watches him place a weapon in the locker, Mando doesn’t know I’m a virgin.

She takes in his gloved hands; wonders how they will feel against her flesh. She’s thought of those gloves palming her core. She sucks in a breath as heat floods her body.

She knows sex is a pleasure, is to give one pleasure. She knows she wants it. She wants to lose her virginity to the Mandalorian, to Mando. To Din.

She had gained his trust to learn his name though it did take her time to trust him too. She wouldn’t trade anything in the galaxy for her life now, she wouldn’t change anything in her life because it led to him, to the Mandalorian. To here and now.

“Din?” Her voice cracks.

“What?” His voice is deep and smooth as always with the helmet.

“What if I want you to do something? For me?” She fiddles with her fingers as she keeps her eyes on Mando moving around in the cargo bay.

He stops, looks at her. “What?”

She swallows. She knows he’s looking at her.

Don’t lose courage now, she thinks, you have his attention.

Silence stretches.

“What?” Mando repeats.

She raises her eyes and looks at him. She sticks out her chin, she has the courage. “I want you to be my first.”

“Your first?” He asks, not sure about what she is wanting from him.

Mando begins hustling about the cargo bay because she doesn’t respond.

“I’m a virgin!” She nearly shouts at him.

Hidden - Oneshot

Pairing: Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x female reader

Warnings: mention of violence, blood

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Will you do a Mando fic where reader has abilities of lightning and fire, but also can heal a person's wounds by transferring the wounds to herself and then her body healing them. If they are serious wounds they take time to heal but do heal. She's always used the abilities without mando knowing. One day he's on the ship hurt bad, she heals it but it's too big and she passes out while it heals. He wakes up freaking out, later he learns everything she's done to save him and the baby.

Author’s note: anon I hope you like this; enjoy!

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Lightning pierces the night sky on Sorgan as you cringe in pain. The wound from the child is small, yet when it moves from his body to yours, it rips through your flesh like blaster fire.

Mando has no idea you’ve been healing the child since you joined them months ago when you and him had crossed paths on Tatooine. You had been laying low because of your powers and helping Peli fix ships in her docking bay and when Mando appeared with the kid and he got hurt – you had convinced Mando he needed you on the team.

You’ve sneakily have healed Mando too. If the Mandalorian knew of your capabilities he’d get angry and yell. Yet you know he’d be concerned because you don’t need to suffer like he has.

The healing power isn’t the only power you have. You’re also able to start fire and wield it’s burning flame. Then there’s the lightning, which you’ve learned to control. Yet it does, on occasion, seem to release itself when you are transferring wounds from one being to yourself. You’ve come to learn it’s your body’s reaction to the pain – sharp, electrifying, blinding.

Mando had said he’d been to this planet before. It’s why he choose it for the three of you to lay low so he could figure out a game plan, figure out how he was going to get the kid back to its own people.

“Y/N,” Mando’s voice states from behind you.

You turn around and look at him. Take in his armor and helmet.

“There’s a storm coming.”

“How would you know?”

Mando looks up, “lightning. We should take cover.”

You know there is no storm. “And where should we take cover Mando?”

“I found an abandoned hut a few clicks away.”

You sigh as you stand, “let’s go then.”

The kid looks between you and Mando.

Mando reaches down to pick him up then guides you deeper into the woods of Sorgan to the abandoned hut.

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You kneel at the makeshift fire pit, glance back at Mando who’s placing the kid on the floor. You snap your fingers quickly, fire flames from the end of your fingertips and you reach down to the ashes and logs.

You blow on the flames lightly as the fire begins to spread and build inside the pit.

“Thank you,” Mando says from beside you.

You jump. “You’re welcome.”

“Not sure if I’d be able to handle this alone. Finding the kid’s people, traveling the galaxy with a target on my back.”

“You’re fine Mando,” you look down and noticed you had rolled your sleeves up.

You roll them back down quickly so Mando doesn’t see the fresh scar you have when the you transferred his wound to you.

“I still can’t believe you’re here though,” Mando sighs.

“We’ve been through enough Mando. The rookie bounty hunter, Ranzar and the job aboard the prison unit, going back to Nevarro,” you pause, “we’re a team. Have you heard from Greef or Cara lately?”

“No. But no news is good news. They know we’re helping the kid.” Mando replies.

The quietness stretches wide between the two of you. The sound of the crackling fire is the only noise inside the hut.

“I’m going to turn in,” Mando remarks.

You nod and smile. “I got first watch. No worries.”

Mando nods at you, gets up and leaves you alone.

You look at his sleeping form then down at your arms. You roll up your sleeve. Your skin is tender and pink, still feels warm to the touch.

You peer out the window, looking towards the sky. Billions of twinkling lights are shining brightly back at you. You point your finger towards the sky and watch as lightning pierces the darkness a vibrant, bold white.

Part of you wishes you could tell Mando about your powers, the other part? Well the other part didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Nine

Warnings: violence, blood, cussing

Word count: 3.8+k

Author’s note: never written for the Star Wars universe before but with The Mandalorian figured why not; Darksaber plays a role in this story so I apologize now for the ending; final chapter; thank you for reading!

You are in the middle of a lesson with the foundlings when Kath runs into the room. You stop and look at her, so do the foundlings. You begin to frown as Kath stands there catching her breath.

“Kath?” Your voice slightly higher than usual.

“Ramee,” Kath gasps for air. “Ramee is here.”

You look down at the foundlings. “Stay here children.”

They all nod as you walk out of the room and into the main area of the bunker. Standing in cuffs in a circle of full armored Mandalorians is your father. He smirks as he sees you, “Y/N. Daughter. I’ve come to see you! And I have come in peace!”

You raise your eyebrows. “How did you even find me?

Ramee shrugs. “Your mind was open when you were wounded on Sundari. I was able to see Endor but nothing else. I came alone.”

“What do you want?” You hiss.

“Forgiveness.”

You turn on your heel.

“It’s about Mando. Your Mando!”

You stop and turn back around, facing him. “Go on.” You stammer out as your heart begins pounding inside of your chest.

“Gideon has him and his crew cornered on Nevarro. They are trapped! Gideon knows who the others are. Greef Karga, Cara Dune. They killed another, an Ugnaught Kuiil.”

“The asset Gideon seeks?”

“Alive, and with Dune, Karga, and Mando.”

You had promised Mando you would stay behind. You would be here when he returned alive, when he returned with the green bean. “How long has Gideon given them?”

“Till nightfall. I used the hyperdrive of my ship to get here as soon as I can.” Ramee spits out.

“And how do I know this isn’t some trap?!”

“I saved you from dying daughter! I didn’t kill your Mando because you deserve happiness, you deserve peace. You deserve love. He told me to leave once he found you in Sundari, and I did.”

“And once Gideon is dead, what then?” You ask.

“Then he’s dead. I will leave you alone, leave Endor alone.” Ramee steps out of the circle towards you. “I was surprised you weren’t with him. I figured he asked you to stay behind because of your injury then I wondered if you had told him…”

“Told him what?” Your mind thinks back to the temple. “Oh my gods! I am not pregnant!”

“You sure about that?” Your father asks simply.

You remembered your father could sense you the night he took you away from your adoptive mother. He had a keen ability to sniff out other Force sensitives. You place your hands on your stomach. There was no way, no fucking way, you were pregnant!

“How much time has passed since you left?” You ground out.

Ramee shrugs. “Maybe an hour or two.”

Silence stretches wide.

Kath approaches you from behind, “you should go.”

“He told me to stay.” You whisper trying to keep your emotions in.

Kath pulls on your arm, turning you around to face her. “Go to Nevarro. Recuse Mando, the kid, his team. Come home.”

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Eight

Warnings: fluff, cussing, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up), female oral receiving

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: never written for the Star Wars universe before but with The Mandalorian figured why not; this is short but it is sweet

Several days later you wake up in your room on Endor. Kath is staring at you with her grass green eyes, her sandy blonde hair is cut short against her head. You raise your eyebrows.

“My helmet was making me claustrophobic while I checked on your wound. I knew you wouldn’t mind; you’ve seen me before.”

“On accident.”

Kath shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”

You reach down, finding yourself covered in a thin cloth with bandages on your wound. You hiss as you touch the bandage.

“Mando says Ramee cauterized the wound.”

“He did.”

Kath sighs, “he did fairly good. You aren’t feverish, which is a great sign. Looks like Ramee kept you fed and hydrated. You don’t look pale or skinner than before.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say sarcastically.

“What happened?”

You raise an eyebrow, “straight to the point, huh?”

Kath nods. “Come on. Details.”

“Gideon was with Ramee. Ramee is my father. Gideon took the Darksaber, shot me. Ramee found me in Sundari. Kept me alive till Mando arrived.” You shrug. “Came back here.” 

“You know there were rumors Ramee was your father. During the Battle of Sundari. He was determined to find the girl with the Force amongst the Mandalorians.”

You smile, “well he found me but never fucking mentioned he was my father till I went back to Concordia.”

“At least he tried making up for it by keeping you alive.” Kath retorts. “Maybe he knows Gideon’s endgame and want’s you out of it. Did he say if he knew Gideon was going to kill you once he had the Darksaber?”

“He didn’t know. Said once Gideon had the Darksaber, Gideon probably would turn on him by killing me.”

“Where do you think Ramee is now?”

“I don’t know.”

“You can’t sense him?”

“If I try to find him, he’ll know where I am. Where we are.” You hiss as a shot of pain courses through your body. “Where’s Mando?”

“With the foundlings.” Kath replies as she grabs her helmet and places it on. “I will tell him you’re awake.”

“Thank you.”

“He said he got a message in regard to the kid.” Kath stands. “I think he wants you to stay behind. He doesn’t want to risk losing you again. And I don’t want my sister dead. Besides we need you here.”

You let her words soak in as she leaves you alone. Minutes pass by before Mando is in your room. He sits on the bed and takes your hands into his. “Y/N.”

“Mando.” You sit up to reach out and touch his helmet. “Talk to me.”

“I got a message from Greef Karga. He wants to meet up and discuss the kid.” Mando sighs. “You need to stay behind.”

“No!”

“Yes! You need to heal.” Mando says with frustration.

“I am healed! I am your protector! The child’s protector!” You nearly shout at him.

He cups your cheeks with his gloved hands. “Let me go. I have a couple of others I can bring along with me. You need to stay here.” The words you had whispered on the ship race through his mind. “Please stay here.”

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Seven

Warnings: violence, blood, cussing

Word count: 4.2k

Author’s note: never written for Star Wars before, but with The Mandalorian figured why not; getting close to the end!; thank you for reading!!!

The transport unit you are aboard sets down yards away from the domed city of Sundari. The ramp opens slowly revealing the bronze color atmosphere. You inhale the stench of death and acid. The air is breathable to say the least yet no one has lived on this rock in years.

“This better not be a trap.” Gideon says as he follows you.  

“It’s not.” You only wish it was though.

You make your way through Mandalore’s quiet desert lands and stop at the entrance to a Sundari. You reach out towards the gate, it slowly raises. The sound of the cranks filling your ears. You stop once the gate is high enough for you and Gideon to pass underneath.

Gideon walks under first then you. He gives you a sideways glance. “Your father was devastated when he learned you had died. Said he taught you better than to bow at death’s door.”

“You’re his minion Gideon. Once you have the Darksaber he’ll take it for himself. He’ll dispose of you.”

Gideon smirks. “We are to rule this galaxy together Y/N. Him and I together. You and the creature with us, helping us. You can have all your heart desires – riches, an army, all the lovers you could ever ask for.”

You only want one, need one. Your heart aches for him, hoping he is alive. “I want to be left alone. He promised…”

“Your father only said those words to get you to come with me!” Gideon barks.

You shriek back slightly and remain quiet as you walk through the stillness of the domed city. Houses and businesses were once filled inside the domed glass. People, children, beings of all walks of life had lived here and now they were gone, dead. The Great Purge had desolated the planet. You began to wonder if Ramee was behind it. He, after all, despised the Mandalorians because one had raised you and you had always denied a job killing one.

“Kill a Mandalorian!” He would shout at you.

“Never!” You had yelled back. “Never will I kill one.”

You stop in front of the tallest building within the city. The skull of the Mythosaur covers two doors leading into the temple. Above the door is a depiction of three helmeted Mandalorians taking down Jedi. Above the depiction, blue crystal glass reaches towards the sky.

“Magnificent.” Gideon says from beside you. “I’ve never seen a Mandalorian temple before. The beauty of the culture is well displayed.”

“Why do you want the Darksaber?”

“I told you. I want to take down a Mandalorian.”

“There’s nothing special about how to take down a Mandalorian Gideon. Armor only covers so much.”

“What better way to take down a Mandalorian then to use a weapon created by a Mandalorian? A Jedi Mandalorian no less.”

“You’ve held it before? Haven’t you?” You ask with a sideways glance. “Otherwise you wouldn’t care.”

“Don’t you dare reach into my mind, Deathblade. I am not your enemy. I am not your mark.”

You weren’t even reaching into his mind. He had just given you the answer you needed. “So you have held it before? Are you…?” You don’t want to say the words.

“Yes, I have held it before. Then your father wanted it for you.” Gideon frowns. “I am not like you. I don’t have the power.”

You think back to the night of your adoptive mother’s death. You recall a figure with a hooded cloak holding the Darksaber and bringing it down to kill. “It was you, wasn’t it? Ramee told you to kill her. In front of me!”

Gideon looks at you, “I had just claimed the Darksaber. Your father convinced me to used it. To feel the power it possessed when wielded by someone. Yet,” Gideon pauses, “I never felt it. He knew and when you had completed your training as his weapon, our assassin, he wanted it for you, and you alone.”

You clench your fists in anger. Ramee had ordered your adoptive mother’s death but you were face to face with the man who brought down the weapon which actually killed. Your hands ached to reach for your sword but you had to remain composed.

You turn, reaching for the doors and hear a whisper of “don’t let him in.”

You look back at Gideon. “I should go alone.”

Gideon steps forward. “And have you make a foul of me? No way.”

“This is a sacred place Gideon. You aren’t welcome.”

“Yet here you are!” Gideon shouts then pauses, “step aside!”

He places his hands on the doors. They open slowly then with a rush of speed they open widely causing Gideon to fly backwards and hit the ground feet away from the steps of the temple.

You glance back at Gideon then return your focus to the open doors and walk in. The wide doors closing shut behind you. You walk down the aisle towards the altar, rows of benches are facing the altar. More blue crystalized glass spreading up and over the room. You envision a sun’s rays seeping through the glass, causing a kaleidoscope of color. You touch the marble altar. It’s coldness stings your skin.

“Mando’ad draar digu.” A voice whispers from behind you. A voice from your past.

You turn and look into the face of your adoptive mother. When your eyes look over her ghostly form you sink to your knees and weep.

“My child. Don’t weep for me.”

“The galaxy is a different place. I was raised by a man, who turns out is my father! He turned me into a weapon! I had to fake my own death just to get out of his grasp! I care for a Mandalorian who will always risk his life to protect those closest to him!”

Your adoptive mother takes a step closer. “And you take the same risk Y/N. You took the risk of faking your death and hiding away from Ramee. You risk your life to protect those on Endor.”

“All because of the creed you instilled in me since I was a young child.” You raise your sleeve and show her the ink of the shriek-hawk on your skin. “You are the only parent I truly ever had. You told me to use my power wisely and carefully but I haven’t. I remained strong and fierce, the best I could do at least. I feel I have failed you.”

Your adoptive mother touches the marking, traces it with her fingers. “Oh, my child. My beloved daughter. You have not failed me! You honor me with so much more than just ink of the jai’galaar.” She reaches out and cups your cheeks in your hands. “Your spirit, your soul honors me. Yes, your father made you into a killer but your soul is free, was always free. You have a family now. They need you, you need them. Your heart aches for your Mando. Don’t be resigned to fate. Let it take you on a journey you never imagined taking. Fate has brought you this far. Fate guided you to your new family. To your Mando. To the green bean.”

You sigh, “I have to give the Gideon the Darksaber.”

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Six

Warnings: violence, cussing, mentions of sex

Word count: 4.8k

Author’s note: never written for Star Wars before but with The Mandalorian figured why not; ad - daughter & Mand’alor - sole ruler in Mando’a; part of this chapter was written before the season finale of The Mandalorian so I tweaked it some in regards to the Battle of Sundari and the darksaber (because I had included the darksaber before the season finale) so I did my best trying to establish a good timeline (sorry not sorry)

You’re sedated enough from the sex with Mando, your mind remanences. Light humming greets your ears and the smell of fresh bread tickles your nose. You walk into your childhood home and see your mother. She has her helmet off at this moment. Her long locks of midnight black hair flow down her back.

“Mother?” Your voice cracks.

She turns and smiles widely. “Y/N.”

“You’re without your helmet.” You look up at her. You feel as though you’re a child again.

She crouches down to your eye level. “It’s okay child. Our secret.”

You hadn’t seen her this happy in ages. You smile back. “Our secret.”

“Good.” She stands back up and walks over to the oven. 

Noise erupts from outside of the house. You watch as your mother scrambles to place her helmet on then grab her weapons. “Stay here ad.”

You watch her with wide eyes. You nod as you back into a corner and hunker down.

The door to the house flies off the hinges as an explosion rocks your ears and body. You cower lower in the corner and watch as a squad of Stormtroopers enter the house. Several beats later a tall man walks in wearing an Imperial uniform. He towers over your mother. “Where’s the girl?”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Her voice calm.

The man reaches out and makes a closed fist. Your mother begins choking and gasping for air. “Where is she?”

“There is no child here Commander Ramee.” Her voice is like venom as she gasps, dropping her weapons on the floor. Her hands reach for her own neck.

“People are whispering there is a girl with Force powers walking among those on Mandalore. Something not been seen in ages.” The man sneers. “People have given her location away; the things people will do when death is at their door. You seem to be caring for her, raising her.”

Your mother is lifted off the floor, dangling in front of the Imperial officer. “She is not here. I have taught her the Mandalorian culture, the Mandalorian creed. Who says she already doesn’t have a helmet atop her head? You will never find her! You will never dig your talons into her!”

The man steps back and laughs lowly. “She’s here. I can feel her, sense her. Her power is strong.” He inhales the air. “It’s undeniable.”

Your mother watches as the man walks towards your hiding spot. He pulls aside a few crates, revealing your cowering form. He yanks you out by your arms, pulling you out into the room.

“She’s a child!” Your mother cries.

“And she will be my weapon!” The man shouts. 

Your mother crouches to her knees and pulls you into your arms. You can feel the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins. You can hear her heart pounding inside of her chest. “You are better than him Y/N. You are so much better than him!”

Tears sting your eyes as you wrap your arms around her. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay.”

She pulls away and looks at you. She wipes away your tears. She swallows and smiles lightly under her helmet. “Your real mother, your biological mother, brought you to me. We knew each other, grew up together, she knew I’m Mandalorian.” Her voice cracks. “Your mother knew you’d be safe with me. She knew I’d give you a life worth living away from the cruelty of your father.” 

You reach out and touch her helmet. It feels cool against your delicate skin. You want to see her face again; you want to see her happy. You blink and suddenly she is gone. You feel older and taller. Your body aches and feels like you have been trampled by tons of Mudhorns. You look around and notice the room is now dark and empty. You shiver because it’s bone chilling cold. 

“She’s not here.” Ramee’s voice says. “You killed her. Remember?”

You spin around, and Ramee’s tall fragile frame is now in the room with you. “You killed her!” You cry and shout at the same time. “You. Killed her!” You begin weeping. “You took the one good thing in my life away from me.”

“Her death a consequence for hiding you away!” Ramee shouts.

“I’m no longer your puppet. You’ll never find me!”

Ramee laughs and reaches out. “I’m coming for you child, and when I find you, you will be my weapon again.”

“Never.” You sneer. “I will die before I succumb to you again!”

Ramee grins. “We will see my child. We. Will. See.”

In a mere second the room is back to the memory of seeing your adoptive mother for the last time. She’s stroking your cheek. “You have power beyond your control. Wield it wisely, wield it carefully. You are strong, you are fierce Y/N. This is not your fault. We can’t blame ourselves for the families we are born into, for the blood we share with ones who are our family.”

You see another cloaked Imperial officer lift a pointed blade of black and white towards the ceiling. “No!” You cry as you latch onto her. Your eyes travel up to the officer’s body frame as he swings the blade down. Your adoptive mother collapses in your arms then falls back when a Stormtrooper pulls you away. “No! No!” You shout and cry at the same time. Your heart pounding in your chest as you try to fight your way out of the Stormtroopers grasp. “No!”

The Stormtrooper carries you out of the house and into the night on Concordia, the moon of Mandalore. The noise of blaster fire and cannons as well as screams and cries from people clog your ears as you are carried abroad a transport unit. You’re numb as you are placed in a seat and buckled in. Your eyes feel heavy, but you lift them once Ramee walks on board and takes a seat across from you.

“We will rule this galaxy together child.” Ramee hisses. “Then we will watch it burn.”

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Five

Warnings: SMUT, slight fem!dom, oral giving and receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up people), cussing, oh and SMUT

Word count: 3.7k

Author’s note: I tried making this a standalone smut so you don’t have to read the other chapters to know what’s going on in the story (but if you do, links are below); smut under the cut

 With your eyes closed, you reach out and touch Mando’s face. You feel his cheeks and jawline which are covered in light fuzz. Your thumb traces his full lips and you feel a prickling sensation against your fingertips causing you to stop. You raise your eyebrows questioning yourself about what you felt. You place your thumb on his upper lip and feel the light hairs covering his skin. You were focused on him kissing you, you didn’t realize he had any in the first place.

Mando smiles and grazes your neck. The prickliness of his fuzz sends shivers down your spine. You want to feel it all over. He then reaches under your jacket and tank top. You sigh in contentment at his touch elsewhere on your body.

Mando presses his forehead against yours. He wants you underneath him – moaning his name, marking your flesh with his lips, his fingers. He needs you like he needs air to breathe.

“Y/N,” Mando breathlessly says. “I want you. I need you.”

You smile, “I’m all yours Mando.” You lean forward and kiss him, keeping your eyes closed. You press your body against his, feeling his armor press through the fabric of your jacket. A wave of desire and ecstasy rolls over your soul. You want to consume him like a savory delectable meal. With your mouth fused to his you reach down and unbuckle his belt. It lands on the flood with a thud.

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Four

Warnings: sexual tension, cussing

Word count: 4.8k

Author’s note: never written for Star Wars universe but with The Mandalorian figured why not; olarom – welcome & nayc – no in Mando’a; as always thank you for reading!!!

 You’re jolted awake by the rapid movement of the Razor Crest, veering to the right then left quickly. It’s a repeated maneuver you realize. A repeated maneuver done when there was someone chasing and shooting at you in the deep abyss of space. You scramble out of the small bunk and climb up into the cockpit.

           “What’s going on?” You ask.

           “I’ve got another bounty hunter on my tail.” Mando’s voice is fused with frustration.

           “Another?”

           Mando is silent as he focuses on zeroing in on the other ship chasing the Razor Crest. He’s flipping levers and pushing down on the throttle making sure the other ship doesn’t lock in on his.

           “Where were you heading?” You ask impatiently.

           “I don’t know. I feel like we are out of options.”

           You sigh and look down at the chair behind Mando’s. The child is looking up at you from a makeshift bed. He coos at you and moves his ears back and forth once.

           “We should go to Endor.”

           “No.” Mando hastily answers. He pushes even harder on the throttle as the dashboard beeps. “Finally got you locked.”

           You grasp onto the chair the child is in to keep you steady. “I’m the protector here Mando! You abide by what I say.”

           “Endor is no place for us. It is battle ridden. There’s—”

           “There’s no one there Mando.” You interrupt. You know the planet is full of Ewoks but your contact was there as well. He didn’t need to know that, yet.

           “There’s Ewoks.”

           “Those buggers will leave us alone if we leave them alone.”

           Mando sighs and pushes a button. Seconds later a flash of light then an explosion occurs in front of the Razor Crest. The explosion isn’t heard but it’s felt when Mando pushes the Razor Crest through the debris and further into space. Once clear of the debris field Mando stands and faces you.

           “No to Endor.”

           “Why?”

           “Because I say so.” Mando climbs down to the cargo bay.

           You follow him down. “You hired me Mando! Not the fucking other way around!”

           Mando busies himself by checking the integrity of ship. Making sure there are no visible signs of damage to the ship’s hull.

           “Where have you been?” You ask.

           “Sorgan, Tatooine. Eventually the kid is found.”

           “You took something Mando. You’ll always be on the run. We can’t stay in space forever. I mean, I’d love to, but we need to land. Find food, find shelter.”

           “And your option is Endor?”

           “Our only option is Endor.”

           Mando looks at you. He glances over your body frame once. “Who’s there?”

           “It doesn’t matter,” you say defensively.

           He takes one step closer to you. “Who’s there?”

           “No one is there! And no one will know we are there. It’s out of the way.” You hiss.

           “You never know.” Mando retorts. “You aren’t the one running away. You aren’t the fugitive.” He pauses, looking at you through his helmet. “Last time, kyramud. Who’s there?”

           You’re surprised by him calling you a killer in the Mando’a language. He’s less than a couple of inches from you and you can feel the warmth of his body. You know his heart is steady whereas yours is racing inside your chest. You look at his helmeted head. “You hired me beroya! I say Endor, we go. To. Endor.” You emphasize Endor by pointing at him, your finger pressing down on the beskar metal of his chest plate. You walk towards the ladder leading to the cockpit. “I will fly us in.”

           Mando moves to the ladder quickly. “No one else touches the controls.”

           “Too bad Mando.” You sneer. “I’ll get us down to the surface. Nothing to be afraid of.”

           Mando watches you climb the ladder. He hears the kid coo loudly.

           “He’s a stubborn one, isn’t he?” Your voice airy.

           The child coos again a couple of times.

           Mando hears you laugh. The sound of your light laugh is a sweet melody to his ears. He wouldn’t mind hearing play on repeat. He lets go of the ladder at the thought. He hasn’t teamed with anyone in ages yet here you are, flying his ship, controlling where he goes. He turns away from the ladder, trying to distract himself from the thoughts of your laugh, from the thoughts of someone else flying his beloved Razor Crest.

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Three

Warnings: none I’m aware of

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: never written for Star Wars universe but with The Mandalorian figured why not; Y/H/C – your hair color, Y/E/C – your eye color; thank you for reading!!!

You’re back on the planet where you had first seen the Mandalorian. Mykel had given you a few days off to rest and relax since you had been doing your job for close to five months. After your second run in with the armored warrior you hadn’t seen him since. He never returned for your boss’ new hire who replaced Orval. He never returned for you.

           You walk into the same tavern where fate began intertwining your life and the Manadalorian’s together. You wonder where he could be, but also hoped he was far away, collecting bounties elsewhere.

           The barkeep pours you a drink and slides it across to you. “Where you been?”

           “Job.” You slide him a coin.

           The barkeep leans over and whispers, “someone’s been asking for you.”

           You raise your eyebrows. “Who?”

           “The Mandalorian. He came back a couple of months ago. It was the same one you helped. Wanted to know if I had seen you around before.”

           “What you tell him?”

           “Nothing.”

           You knew he wanted more coin. You slip him two.

           The barkeep smiles, taking the coin. “You were a regular. Kept to yourself. Always had your sword. Ordered the same drink.”

           “Anything else?”

           The barkeep shakes his head. “No.”

           Your hand touches the blaster on your right hip. You itch to unholster it and press it against the man’s neck. “What. Else.”

           “He wanted to know your name.”

           You sigh lightly. The barkeep didn’t know your name. “That’s all?”

           “Yes.”

           “Has he been back?”

           “No.” The barkeep answers, pulling away from you.

           You grab your drink and head over to an empty table in a darkened corner. The light chatter and smell of stale beer doesn’t faze you as you drink the liquid slowly. The taste is sweet against your tongue. You don’t want to drink it too fast because the amount of alcohol in it would cause you to get drunk off one glass. You always took sips of it over the course of a few hours. You liked being in the tavern, you enjoyed people watching most of all.

           A couple of hours slip by and your glass is half empty when a shadow engulfs your table. You look up, and it’s him. You eye the barkeep who’s talking to a group of men, pouring them drinks. He had to have told the Mandalorian you were here.

           You keep your eyes on the table and take a slow sip of the liquid. Once it hits your stomach you begin to say, “what are you doing here?”

           “I was tipped off you were here.”

           “How much you pay him?”

           “It doesn’t matter.”

           You roll your eyes. You motion to the empty chair across from you. “Might as well join me.” Your voice laced with irritation.

           The Mandalorian takes a seat across from you. “I didn’t mean to upset you the last time we saw each other.”

           You take note of his new beskar metal chest plate. Wondering what kind of bounty he had to have turned in to get that much of a reward. “You made me think of a past I want to forget. A past I don’t want to talk about.”

           “Understood. But will you answer my question of who you are?”

           “You know my name. That’s all you need to know.”

           “There aren’t many people who carry swords. It’s either blasters, rifles. Lightsabers.”

           You knew he was trying to get a reaction out of you. You remain silent, put on your best poker face. 

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