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Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Rating: T Warnings: Shared dreams, the tiniest bit of spice, yearning, loneliness, confusion, misinterpretation.  Word count: 5,705 words Summary:  After sharing life-like dreams with someone named Din Djarin, you are surprised to discover that he is your soulmate. At the same time, however, a mysterious Mandalorian bounty hunter crosses your path and captures your attention.

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Hide and Seek: A Mandalorian Fanfiction - Chapter 1

“W-what are you going to do with me?” you asked, forcing your voice to remain steady, “I’m assuming that you’re not turning me in?” “No,” said the Mandalorian, “I’m not. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. But I know that you’re not dangerous. There’s been a mistake…“

You are the Mandalorian’s first quarry after the events with Moff Gideon in Nevarro. He cannot bring himself to turn you in, and instead proposes marriage for your protection.

Rating: T Word count: 4,288 words Chapter warnings: Discussion of death (including death in childbirth), a kidnapping attempt.

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Midnight Snack

Pairing: If I do more of this? Din Djarin x Earthling fem!reader Warnings: CRACK FIC, 2000s/2010s fanfic tropes, some language, some heavily implied threats of harm (but no one is hurt), not canon compliant but that is the point Words: 1.4k wtf XD Tags: Humor, chaos, reader likes cheese and midnight snacks, unexplained “magic”, Heather is worried about the last episode and has lost it XD

Summary: The night before your favorite show airs its finale for the second season you find yourself transported under stranger circumstances into a galaxy far, far away. Where everything and everyone is similar, yet different from what you were expecting.

Beta: @princessbatears who is the BOMB and edited this even though I wasnt going to post it and just being so encouraging about this!!! Also a huge thank you to @maybege @aerynwrites @magsgotswags @anxiety-riddled-mando @thecautiousengineer for encouraging me to post this and maybe write more?? X’’’D

It had been a long week, and month, and well really the fucking year had been long, to be honest. 2020 had not been kind in many respects, but one thing was certain. If you needed to get a snack at 1 AM? You went and got it.

Yes, perhaps you should have been asleep, but some nights were just like this. So you didn’t beat yourself up too much as you went to the kitchen to look through what was on offer. There were a couple of things you noticed needing restocking from the shops, you made a mental note to make an actual note in the morning. Would you remember in the morning? Possibly not, but at 1 AM you didn’t really care at the moment.

You made a happy sound at finding cheese in the fridge, there had to be crackers in the pantry right?

Holding the block of your favorite cheese you turned towards the pantry right as you felt a tingling in your nose. Turning your face sharply into your elbow you let out a huge sneeze that almost made you feel lightheaded. Man, that had been a bad one, random too, it wasn’t like your kitchen was super dusty.

Blinking your eyes in the bright kitchen light, you saw that… it wasn’t your kitchen light that was bright, you weren’t even in your kitchen.

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I'm trying to prove something.

Hello friends! I am friendscall-me-mom!

I know most of, if not all of you won't care! Quite frankly I'm okay with that to be honest.

However, thanks to @pedrosasscal for all the support given. I decided to make this post!

To start I used to write all the time. I really want to start writing again. I hadn't cared if it was soley for me or for someone else. To be honest I really miss writing! I am wanting to start again. granted it is a bit scary after seeing so many amazing people writing absolutely incredible things!

However, I will pull my boot straps up and post some things that I would love nothing more than to share with all of you.

Also I am someone who wants everyone to feel included. It would devastate me if someone didn't feel included. I will be honest I am not very good at alot of things, I will try my damnedest though.

( I'm apparently good at acting like a mom.)

I have so many ideas I feel the need to share!

If by chance you do see this. I do write for a lot of fandoms. If I do not know a character or show I will research the hell out of a character, show, movie, etc.

However, I will try to write various versions of fics. And by that I mean that I'll write a female reader, male reader, and gender neutral reader. I know it will be difficult but I am willing to try. I don't want one story that came from my own cranium to be set to one type of reader.

Granted I will try to mostly lean more towards gender neutral.

If you are interested, I am very happy that you are! If not, that's okay you do your thing honey! I will still support you in anyway I can!

Please let me know if you would like to see what I have to offer! I would be more than happy to share!

Thank you for reading! If you got this far that is!

Edit: I added more tags!

WHY IS THIS ME

Death and an Angel (Din Djarin x You) Index

Links to each of the individual segments of a series about Din as Death and You as a Cupid that sprouted from a one-shot. Thank you everyone for the overwhelming support so far as we ride this emotional, slow burning roller coaster together. 

Part 1 - 1,100. Death requests your presence at a train station.

Part 2 - 1,000. Din describes his potential soulmate to you.

Part 3 - 1,500. Din and you discuss what it means to be Death and a Cupid.

Part 4 - 3,100. Din and you learn the universe is full of surprises.

Part 5 - 2,075. One of your bosses threatens to split you and Din apart.

Also on AO3.

first person fic: I-

me: I did nothing. you are not me. fuck you.

second person fic: 

YOU

me: oh shit maybe i did do that

Guilt (Part 1) (Din Djarin x ForceSensitive!Fem!Reader)

Slight Chpt 12 and 13 spoilers. Read at your own risk. 

Credit to gif owner. If it is you pls reach out so I can credit you properly.

Description: Moff Gideon has found someone else to run his experiments on and word gets back to Din. Will he take his son far away and try and find somewhere safe? Or will the guilt of an innocent being put in his son’s place eat away at him? (No Y/N or ___ used)

Word Count: Slightly over 4K

Warnings: Mentions of blood and needles. Broken glass. Fainting. Blood loss. Canon type violence. Possible bad writing (first fic pls go easy on me). If I’m missing anything please let me know, I’ve never done one of these before. 

A/N: This is my first fanfic I’ve written so it might be really bad but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so here it is. I also made up a planet/system and don’t know if star wars has alarm clocks but i wrote it in anyway. I also wrote this in Word first and then realized I couldn’t copy it over so I tried my best to type it over in here. 

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Pumpkin Patch {Frankie Morales x Reader}

Word count: 900

Warnings: none

Rating: PG

Summary: You and Frankie spend the day at the pumpkin patch looking for pumpkins to bring home.

Frankie gives your hand a gentle squeeze, continuing to walk down the path through the pumpkin patch. The leaves and hay crunched beneath your boots, the scent of fall lingering in the air.

Frankie came to a halt in front of one of the pumpkins, releasing your hand and kneeling down to get a better look at it. You kneel next to him, studying the massive pumpkin.

“This one looks nice,” Frankie says, gently taking the pumpkin and rotating it to check for any blemishes to the surface. You chuckle under your breath and shake your head, amused with his antics.

“Frankie, it’s ginormous. How are we even going to bring that back to the truck?”

He pauses for a moment, his head coming up to survey the small farm you were at to pick fresh pumpkins. He nudges your shoulder and cracks a grin, pointing at a wheelbarrow propped against the fence hatched around the pumpkin patch.

“You can’t be serious,” you say incredulously. Frankie’s smile never falters as he stands up, dusting the dirt from his pants and offering his hand to help you up. You take it reluctantly, shaking your head at him.

“Of course I’m serious,” he says cheekily. You roll your eyes as he laces his hand with yours and excitedly darts over to the wheelbarrow, his face lit up in a smile as he drags you along with him.

You can’t bring yourself to be annoyed when he looks so incandescently happy. He bunches up his patterned woolen green sweater around his forearms, taking a hold of the wheelbarrow and beginning to wheel it towards his pumpkin.

Suddenly he stops and turns around to face you, a smug expression painting his face. You freeze in your tracks, arching an eyebrow at Frankie.

“What now?” You ask suspiciously, eyeing him up and down.

“C’mere,” he says, letting go of the wheelbarrow and beckoning you over. You cautiously make your way over to him, stopping when you’re stood directly in front of where he’s at.

“Ok, what did you nee—EEED!” you exclaim, shrieking as Frankie picks you up and slings you over his shoulder carelessly, his laughter booming as he places you in the wheelbarrow. You hit his chest playfully when he finally sets you down, earning an expression of mock-hurt from him.

“Ow!” He says teasingly, only earning an amused huff from you.

“You goofball,” you mutter to him, his grin only growing larger at your words.

He chuckles a little bit as he starts moving the wheelbarrow, purposely swiveling it around erratically just to mess with you. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, earning another fit of laughter from Frankie. You shake your head and let a smile cross your face, leaning back to give Frankie a peck on the cheek. His smile softens as he slows and eventually stops the wheelbarrow, patting your back as a signal to step out.

He helps you out of the wheelbarrow, taking your hand in his and gently assisting you in stepping out.

“Do you need any help lifting that thing up?” You ask as Frankie crouches to be level with the massive pumpkin. He hums under his breath, shifting the pumpkin in his hands to test the weight.

“I think I’ve got it, sweetheart,” he decides, taking hold of the pumpkin and lifting it from the ground, grunting at the weight.

“You sure?” You ask skeptically, watching him struggle to lift the gigantic pumpkin. He forces a smile and nods curtly, heaving as he finally manages to get up. He groans and turns towards the wheelbarrow, placing the pumpkin inside of it far more carelessley than he should have. You peer down and inspect it for bruises, smiling and clapping his back when you see there are none.

“You did it.”

“That… was harder than it looks,” Frankie admits, his breathing labored and his hands placed firmly on his hips.

“It looked pretty hard,” you say cheekily.

He rolls his eyes at you and grabs the handles of the wheelbarrow, swiveling it through the hay path and back to the car. You scuttle along beside him, wordlessly enjoying the quality time you get to spend with him. You loop your arm with his, leaning against him slightly as the two of you walk along the hay. Any time with Frankie is a good time, to you at least.

He stops the wheelbarrow in front of the truck, sighing when he realizes he’s going to have to lift the pumpkin into the trunk. He turns to you with a sheepish smile, gesturing to the massive pumpkin.

“Could you maybe help me out this time, honey?” He asks sweetly. You laugh a little and nod, stepping forward to help him hoist the pumpkin into the trunk.

He was right when he said the pumpkin was incredibly heavy. You struggled to lift it even with Frankie bearing most of the weight, grunting as you both hoisted it into the back of the truck. You groan when it’s finally secured, rubbing your upper arms.

“Guess we both got a workout in today, eh?” He says jokingly, leaning against the trunk of the car with his arms folded. You smile and close your eyes, shaking your head.

“I love you,” you say simply, opening your eyes to look up at him. His smile is soft as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, adoration written all across his face.

“I love you too,” he whispers tenderly, his lips meeting yours. His kiss is gentle and loving, his lips soft as they move against yours.

You couldn’t think of a single place you would rather be.

RIP CURLS

Failure

Din Djarin x Reader

Gif credit: @saltybatman

A/N: I couldn’t get this thought out of my head so I just had to write it. I’m still grieving btw

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“Stay here with him, I’ll protect you both. Head to the ship once he’s done” you blankly stare at his visor a death grip on his gloved hand, your breath heaving.

You think you’ve gone into shock. This wasn’t supposed to happen. How did they know where the child was? This was not-

“Y/N are you listening to me?” his stern voice cuts through your racing thoughts. He grips your shoulders. “I need you and the child safe. Promise me when he’s done you return to the ship immediately.” you nod rapidly finally breaking from your trance.

He nodded in approval and takes his blaster out of his holster, “Be careful, Cyar'ika” your hands start to tremble. You weren’t scared for yourself. You were scared for your lover. You were scared for the child that you considered a son. You have to be strong. For both of them.

“Din” he stares at you for a moment. “Come back in one piece please” you begged.

He tilts his helmet as saying “I will”, and takes off down to the stormtroopers. You watch him run, nerves settling at the pit of your stomach. You turned around to face the child, his face still scrunched in concentration. The force field still rising towards the sky in full force. He needs to snap out of it, but till then you had to protect him. 

You took your blaster out of your own holster and gripped it tightly in your hand. Beats of sweat dripped down your forehead, as your eyes dart around the surroundings no stormtroopers insight. For now. Your hand flexes around the gun, as you walk from left to right and around. It felt like hours. It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes before a sound catches your attention. You look up to the sky, your eyes squinting adjusting to the light. You couldn’t tell what it was-oh no. No.

“Shit” you hissed at the sight of what you assume are troopers. You turn to the child, still sitting on the magic rock.

“Kid, we gotta go!” you rush over to him, he doesn’t move from his place.

“Grogu! Come on! They’re coming! Snap out of it!” your words don’t affect him. 

You huffed and look back at the sky, they’re getting closer. You look back at the force field, “Fuck-here goes nothing” you stretch your arms and inch closer to the child. 

You feel yourself being pushed, pushing at your frame. And maker does it hurt. You grunt as you attempt to inch closer to the child. Your fingers bend at the pressure, but it doesn’t stop you. You inch closer and closer-you feel like you can practically feel his robe, then you felt nothing. You hear yourself let out a scream, your body being thrown mid-air. 

You were launched much further than Din was. You felt your body land on rock, a loud almost crunch ringed in the air as you felt your head come in contact with the hard surface. Your body rolls down the hill, tumbling through the rocks the small amount of grass. Stoping at the bottom, you let yourself lay there. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t feel anything. Not the cut on your temple, that’s slowly dripping. Not pain on the side you landed on. Nothing. But you did feel something. You felt sorrow. Greif. Failure. It hurt more than physical pain. You knew by the time you finished tumbling down the hill the child was gone. If you had just stood there and fought off the troopers then maybe you could’ve made it back to the crest with the child in your arms. It was your fault. No one else could tell you otherwise. You felt yourself become dizzy. Your eyes fluttering open and close, fighting to stay open. You soon let yourself give in. No longer wanting to feel.

Din races up the hill, his heart practically beating out his chest. He tried to convince himself that he could make it. Make it to the both of you. But he knew it was too late. By the time reached the temple, the troopers had already taken off. He watches in anguish seeing his son be taken. But wait-they just have him. He whips his head around, his eyes darting around the temple. He runs to the edge, frantically looking around.

“What is it?” Fennec questions the sudden actions.

“They’re gone” he seethes out but worried.

“Who-”

“Y/N!” he growls. They took the child. His child. And they possibly killed you. All because he wasn’t fast enough. No. They’re not dead. They can’t be. He can’t lose them too. He tries to convince himself to think of the best scenario. He walks around the edge, hoping to see them walk out behind a rock or at least…their body.

“Maybe they went back to the ship” Fennec tries to the calm the distraught Mandalorian.

Yeah maybe. He did tell them to go back. He sighs and starts rushing over to where the crest was parked. He runs, the crest slowly coming into view.

Before he could take another step, a loud boom rings in the air. He looks up to see a blast shoot through the clouds and before he could process it the blast had already made it to the crest.

“NO!” he hears himself yell out. He rushes to the edge, his heart dropping at the sight. 

His beloved home now erupted into flames, parts being thrown left to right. You were in there. You were in the crest when-his knees buckle beneath him. He kneels to the grown roughly, his chest constricted. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. His mind swirls with thoughts. He lost his home. He lost his child. He lost you. He’s lost everything he’s ever cared about.

A tear escapes his left eye, as his bottom lip trembles. He didn’t know he was crying till he felt a hand on his shoulder. He shakes himself from the shock, he roughly pushes the hand off him. “Don’t touch me” he seethes out. He pulls himself back to his feet and turns to Fennec and now Boba.

“They might’ve not been in there-”

“They were”

“Mando-”

“NO! They were in there-where else would they be?!” he yells, his voice cracking at the end. He turns back around and huffs attempting to collect himself. He takes several deep breaths, as he stares at the now-demolished crest. Caught up in his grief he didn’t hear the sound of stumbling footsteps coming down the hill.

“Mando?” he swears it’s only his mind playing games. That you are not calling out to him. He refuses to turn around.

“Mando” his stomach drops at how clear your voice is. He finally turns around in direction of the voice.

There you stood. Like an angel that just dropped down from the sky, even in your state. Your clothes were covered in grass and dirt, cuts lingering your thighs and arms blood seeping through the fabric. A semi-large cut lingered your temple, dry blood surrounding it. Your eyes held a daze but beat red.

“Cyar'ika ” he gasped out, rushing over to you. He pulls you into him, his hands grasping your body as if making sure you weren’t going to just disappear in his arms. He pulls away and cups your face,

“Cyar’ika I-I thought you were dead-”

“Din-” you spoke hushedly when speaking his name.

“I thought I had lost you too-”

“Din, I’m fine” You barely held a smile, tears gathered in your eyes. The dam broke, a sob escapes your lips,

“I failed” you sobbed out.

“I failed and they took him-” He shakes his head, “No-no Cyar'ika, I failed not you-” “No! It was me! I was supposed to protect him and-and make sure he’s with me and take him back to the crest-” “And in a way, I’m glad you didn’t” you shake your head confused.

“W-what do you mean?” you hear him sigh softly, as he attempts find his words.

“It’s gone”

You continue to shake your head “I-I don’t-” “They destroyed the crest” you gaped at him, not fully comprehending what he said.

He takes your head and pulls you to the edge. You stare mouth agape at the sight of the ruins. You snatch your hand away from his grip and turned around. Din’s helmet snaps to your figure in surprise.

“Cyar'ika where are you going-” you ignored his question and proceeded to make your way off the rock.

Your feet carried you to the ruins, somehow tears drying up. You slowly approach the wreckage, your eyes darting around searching for remains. You hear the familiar clink of Din’s boots behind you, slowly approaching you. You walk around aimlessly but stop when something catches your attention. Kneeling, you dig your hand into the dirt grasping a small sphere. You held the ball in your hands, as you stare blankly at it. You feel a gloved hand on your shoulder, then feel him kneel beside you.

“Cyar'ika ” you didn’t lookup.

“Y/N, look at me” your eyes snap back up to him. Your eyes void of emotion, but a fire is lit in them.

“I’m going to kill him” Din is taken aback at your tone. He’s never heard you speak like this. So full of anger. He knew immediately who you spoke of.

“He destroyed our home. He took our child I-” you shake your head and glance down at the ball then you look back at Din.

“He’s going to pay"

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Dance

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Warnings: unabashed fluff, Din being an awkward turtle, Reader being just as awkward, the baby being his cute self (this is just further proof that I am better at writing angst or angsty fluff) Word Count: 1.6k 

Summary: You know you love the Mandalorian despite never seeing his face but you don’t know if the feeling is mutual. So in order to not ruin what you have, you’ll just keep it to yourself. At least you planned to, until you went to a planet having a festival. 

Being on the same ship with the Mandalorian was both a blessing and a curse. You loved everything about being on the Razor Crest, except when the water heater gave out midway through a shower, but there was one other thing that was making it hard to act like everything was okay. See despite your best efforts, it seemed like you had fallen in love with the Mandalorian and you didn’t even know when it had happened. 

Was it when you saw how he treated the Child like his own son or when he looked you over for wounds when another bounty hunter got too close to taking the Child and you protected him? You weren’t sure. You just knew that you had fallen and you had idea if he felt the same way. 

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Words Unspoken

Mando x reader

Summary: y/n and mando has been friends for two years, a bond between them Unspoken...until the mandalorian sees the way y/n's childhood friend flirts with her. (Sum mando jealousy here hehehehe)

Warnings: jealous mando, language. Maybe violence and fluff.

Also happy late birthday pedro BABY!!!!!

Also this is trash (;

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The mandalorian watches with crossed arms as y/n worked on the rezar crest, trying to repair some internal wiring that was shot earlier that day....by said mandalorian. Y/n had a amused smile on her face along with sweat and oil, the reason as to why she was fixing this nearly making her laugh.

It all started when mando was cleaning his beloved blaster, just mindlessly wiping down every crevice of the thing. But he heard her enter the room, her boots echoing throughout the near silent ship. That of course grabbed the intention of the mandalorian causing him to look up from his blaster and spotting the woman.

And she was absolutely stunning, her beautiful y/e/c eyes harvesting that beautiful sparkle no one else could ever have. her light brown button up shirt stained with oil along with her tight long dark brown pants, the first few buttons on her shirt missing showing off her soft skin there. Her hair was down and natural just the way he always thought was beautiful, it made her look purely angelic. He didn't even know what happened as his mind was in a trance over her beauty, but he accidentally pulled the trigger of his blaster he was cleaning and shot straight through the wall of his beloved ship....messing up the lighting in that particular area. But luckily his companion was a mechanic.

Leading them to this moment, she removed the penal he shot through and was rewiring what he destroyed. Her amusement at the situation making his cheeks burn red beneath his helmet.

" I almost have it...just a few more and-"

She shrieked as sparks flies out causing her to jump back and cradle her hand to her chest. The mandalorian jumped to her side in a flash, holding her as he quickly looked her over to see if she had any injuries. But she was okay other then a small little burn on her hand.

" are you okay? Are you hurt? " he asks, his voice modulator slightly masking his concern, but she heard and smiles up at him reassuringly.

" I'm fine...but I can't say the same for the rezar crest's wiring. It's gonna have to be replaced." She tells mando, who sighs and looks away from the woman and back to the wiring that sparks every few seconds.

" what do we need to replace? " he asks, his eyes looking back down at her. Her gaze was fully focused on the damage.

" you'll need more wiring, and probably a new penal considering that one has a hole in it. That's about it " she explained as she looks up at mando, who was still holding her. Realizing this he let's her go with pink cheeks. Although he wished more then anything to hold her for eternity.

" where can we find that? " his modulated voice asks, walking over and inspecting the damaged he had done. She watches as he stares on at the damage, the feeling of where his arms was once around her feeling cold at the loss of contact. She walks over and leans her forearm against the ship's wall, looking up at the beskar clad man.

" I know of a place we can get all the stuff we need for free...but it's a rough place, especially with the child with us. " she tells mando. He looks at her then turns around looking at the child who sat down in his bobble like carrier, watching the two with a small smile.

" we could go and you could always stay here and watch him while I retrieve the stuff. " He said, but y/n shook her head and fixed her gaze on the shining helmet, looking at where she believed his eyes would be.

" if you went alone then you wouldn't be getting the wires and panel free, you should stay and watch the child while I get it....I can handle myself y'know. " she explained as she crosses her arms. He looks at her questioningly. Although his face was hidden under the helmet she could read his body language like a book.

And she was right, he knew damn well she could handle herself. The first time they met was when he strolled into a cantina, he was just stealthy looking for his latest bounty at the time but the sight of her caught his gaze. She was arm wrestling a rather large and muscular man, someone even he would have a time fighting against. But she somehow won the wrestling match and the man was not pleased, that's when said large man decided to start a fight with the small and delicate looking woman. But she managed to kick the man's ass and that's when the mandalorian just knew he had to get to know her, and so he did. She helped him repair his ship that was heavily damaged at the time. But she made it look good as new, and the payment was that she stayed with him, that way she actually had a bed to sleep in and a roof over her head. The only thing she needed to do was sometimes watch the child and repair any damage.

" trust me I know you can...but why would you be able to get the parts free and I wouldn't? " he asks, she smiles a small smile and looks away from him.

" because the person we would be getting these parts from would be an old friend of mine, he is a little hostile towards strangers but a decent person with friends " she says, her voice soft and making his heart flutter at the sound. But the fluttering stops as his mind registers the fact she said he and old friend.

The mandalorian looks at her and nods, they need the parts, " okay...wheres this friend of yours at? " he speaks, voice coming out void of emotion as always as he begins walking towards the cockpit. Y/n scoops the child up into her arms as she settles into the co-pilot seat strapping herself in as the mandalorian does so himself. The woman explains the destination coordinates as starts up the rezar crest. And off they go in search of the parts to fix what mando destroyed.

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" This place is a dump..." the mandalorian spoke as he held the child closely to him, watching as different species of all kinds walked by, some thieving off others, and others beating the shit out of some. It was a rough place....but then again most wastelands was.

" hey pal this dump so happened to be home! " y/n said, her voice low as her eyes bounced around the sandy desert full of thugs, outlaws and murderers.

Mando looks at her the around the place, " that explains why you're so tough " he muttered. She chuckles and leads the way towards the dark cave looking building. The child whines at the sight of the aliens and people in this wasteland, snuggling up into the mandalorian for safety.

He smiles under the helmet as reassuringly rubs the childs back.

The woman comes to a stop at the cave like building, hand resting on her concealed blaster as she smiles up at two guards.

" is gunner still around or did he finally get himself killed? " she asks with a little smirk. The guards look to each other and back down at the woman.

" whose asking? " one asks, his voice gruff and low. The mandalorian stood more close behind her as his protectiveness kicked in.

" y/n...an old friend who he owes. " she spoke up, smirk still playing at her lips. The guards step aside and allow her entry without anymore question. She gives them a little nod in gratitude and steps through, glad to be out of the burning sun. But she stops dead in her tracks when the guards block mando off.

" their with me " she says, looking at them with a serious face, they sigh and let him in as he nods at them. He walks closer to y/n as she leads them through the dimly lit building.

After a few minutes of silence they come to a room with a round table in the middle, four men sitting at it while two women hang of two of the men's shoulders, they was gambling. And it didn't take long for the man the woman was looking for spotted her, he stood up from his chair and smiles.

" well if it isn't y/n! " gunner spoke with a joyous tune, causing y/n to smile widely. The men at the table stop their gambling as the hostess attention was purely on her. " it's been a long time since I've last saw you, yet your still the beauty I grew up with! " he exclaimed as he looked her up and down. She giggles and shakes her head, her cheeks slightly pink at the man's words.

The mandalorian stood there with the child watching everything go down, a feeling of pure anger washing over him as he shifted on his feet...who the hell did this man thank he was speaking to her like that?....those words was running through his head repeatedly.

" oh shut up gunner, I didn't come her for you're compliments, but rather some parts for a ship " she tells the man who nods with a grin. He turns back to the other men in the room.

" continue the game while I excuse myself for a moment..." gunner said, motioning y/n and mando to follow him. They both do so as he leads them through a dark hallway and into a grey more brightly lit room full of metal and ship parts. " what is it your looking for? " he asks.

" wiring and a panel " the mandalorian spoke before y/n could, his modulated voice feeling the room. The woman looks at him with a slight lifted brow, she could hear the anger seeping through his voice.

" well...y/n you know where to find it. " gunner said, side eyeing the mandalorian, He picked up on the anger rolling off him.

" of course! " she said, walking towards gunner and searching through the wall of multiple wires behind him.

She was confused as to why mando was angry, but shrugged it off. He was probably irritated by the heat from this wasteland and hostile territory, especially when the child was being held in such a place.

As she searched she found it, the wires she needed and smiles victoriously. " okay I got the wires but now I need the panel..." her voice trailed off as she turned around and looked around the room seeing if she could see it.

" follow me, I'll take ya to the panel's Darling " gunner chuckles as he rests a hand on her lower back.

That made the mandalorian's blood boil, his eyes shooting daggers through the man's head as he clinched his jaw. How dare he put his filthy hands on her....

Y/n nods in appreciation at gunner and his kindness as he leads her towards the panel section of his ship parts collection.

" here they are..." he said with a little smile and he kept his hand on her...mando appearing beside the two as the woman walked off to search for the right panel.

" so....gunner. how did you and y/n meet? " venom dripping from his words, gunner looks at him with a little grin.

" we grew up together, she had an abandoned ship we would both play in when we we're children " gunner tells the man. He nods and looks back to y/n. Gunner smiles at the mandalorian and chuckles quietly.

" you like her? " he asks, causing the mandalorian's head to snap in his direction. His cheeks going red under the helmet.

" wh-i...yes...you could say that " he stuttered as his heart started pounding. He felt...afraid to think of his feelings for y/n. The fact that he loved her making him scared, he wanted to tell her...but was afraid of ruining everything they had together. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her...she was everything to him.

Gunner nods, the grin still plastered on his face as he watches y/n while she finally finds the right panel and make her way back to the two men and child.

" okay! I have everything we need " y/n announced as she holds the wires and panel up with a smile. Mando nods with a sigh of relief, now maybe they can leave this place. But of course luck wasn't on his side and the woman who captured the mandalorian's heart directs her attention on the man beside him.

" thanks gunner, I knew you'd have everything we need " she smiles gratefully at her old friend, who gives her a tight hug.

The mandalorian can't help but tense up, he hates seeing the way y/n smiles at the man, her eyes practically glued to the suave man who kept throwing compliments at her....although he hated to admit it...he was jealous.

" great now we can go " mando spoke, holding the child closer as he watches the way gunners arm was still wrapped around y/n even though the hug was broke.

Y/n looks at the mandalorian confused, he wasn't even trying to hide the anger now...did she do something to anger him?

" oh come on, no need to be I'm such a rush. Why don't you both stay for dinner? " Gunner suggests with a kind smile. Y/n's eyes light up with excitement as she smiles at the suggestion, looking to mando for permission. That's something she always does, that's one of many reasons he likes her. She always makes sure he is comfortable with something before she agrees or does something.

The mandalorian looks at her and knows she really wants to stay...her excitement making his heart skip a beat, she was so adorable. And he sometimes hated how her beauty and adorableness had such a grip on him.

With a sigh he nods, " sure, why not..." he muttered with attitude. Y/n's smile widens as she thanks the mandalorian for agreeing and they all start walking to the dining hall in gunners building. Even though he wished to just sit in his ship and enjoy listening to y/n talk about random things while playing with the child....like always.

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Y/N's laugh rang throughout the building as the mandalorian sat at the table with crossed arms, he couldn't eat considering he couldn't take his helmet off. And he didn't want to leave the two alone together because he was afraid of that thought.

The child sat beside the mandalorian as it eats the soup, its wide eyes looking up at mando with curiosity.

" do you remember that time you pissed off those Jawa's and I had to talk them out of stealing you're whole ship? " y/n laughed, tears threatening to spill because of how hard she laughed. Gunner laughs with her as he nods.

" how couldn't I? It was the most terrifying moment of my life! " he said through laughter, his hand landing on hers, they both sat beside each other while the mandalorian and child sat in front of them. Mando watched as gunner squeezes her hand as their laughter continues, never has he seen y/n so happy before....it left him feeling angry yet sad the same time.

" I'm heading out, watch the child. " he growls as he stood up, chair scratching against the floor making the laughter die down some. Without another word he leaves.

Y/n watches as her smile filters, worry settling into the pit of her stomach. Her mind wondering what has made him so angry. She looks to gunner and gives him a apologetic smile.

" please excuse me while I see what's bothering him " she says, standing up and dusting her pants. She looks to the child, " stay here and be safe " she tells the green little creature, who nods and smiles. She then walks out of the dining hall in search of her mando...

Although she would never admit it, she harvested very strong feelings for the mandalorian. And she thought that in her actions and words towards him showed him just how much she cared about him. She didn't say out loud that she loved him because she knew he would most likely reject her, say that she was only a friend and mechanic for him, and she couldn't take the rejection so she showed him her love for him in the way she took care of him, hoping one day he would see it. But obviously he hasn't.

She sighs in relief upon seeing him stood by a open window in the building, the sun had set long ago the moon taking its place. The light of the moon shining on his beskar making him look absolutely stunning in her eyes. She walks towards him slowly, her boots hitting the hard metal floors echoing, breaking the silence.

" what are you doing in here? I thought I told you to watch the child?! " he barks at her harshly. He keeps his gaze out the window as he watches the people outside.

" the child is in good hands with gunner " she reassures the mandalorian as she stood in front of him, leaning on the window seal.

" oh so now we're trusting him with the childs well being? " he scoffs, causing her to stare at him with shock. His harshness hurting her in a way he would never intend.

" I'd trust him with my life din, he isn't like any other person in this wasteland! He's nice, caring and wanted nothing more then to leave this place when we was younger. But he couldn't because he was a slave! " she angrily tells him, her cheeks red from said anger.

He finally turns his gaze on her, eyes soften slightly at the mention of his name, something he told her one night as they both couldn't find sleep. She only ever used his name when she was troubled or very very angry at him....

" then why are you here with me and not him? " he asks with a low tone, voice holding that of sadness. She looks at him as her anger slowly decapitated.

" because something is bothering you and I wanna know what it is din...you're never this distant with me? " she tells him, voice calmer as she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder making him sigh and relax.

" i-i just don't like seeing the way he makes you feel...." he muttered, his voice modulator not masking the hurt in his voice. It made her heart clinch.

" din, I have no idea what you're talking about? " she said softly, clearly confused.

" I'm talking about all the-the complaints, and blushing and the way he touches you...I don't like how it makes me feel! " he exclaimed as his anger was building back up.

Y/n stood there shocked, her brain trying to wrap around what he just said...so he was jealous? She thought as a small smile tugs at her lips.

" so, what you're trying to tell me is that you're jealous? " she says while trying to fight off her smile. He shrugs her hand off his shoulder and crosses his arms, a frown on his face hidden by his helmet.

" I. Am. Not. jealous." He spat out, but now it was all clear to the woman that he was.

It made her feel over the moon knowing that he felt the same about her, otherwise why would he be jealous?

" then why do you hate when gunner compliments me? " she asks, the smile winning the battle as she smiles at him.

" because...i-i just don't! " he argues as he looks away from her. She giggles and walks closer to him, her chest nearly touching his making his breath hitch and heart pound.

" that's exactly what someone who is jealous would say " she tells him with a grin. He scoffs but doesn't look away from her. " you have nothing to be jealous over din, my eyes are set on only one man in this galaxy and if he wasn't so hard headed and stubborn he'd see that " she admits, her eyes looking up at him with such love and adoration that his heart swells.

It was that moment he knew she was talking about him, the smile on his face wide.

She leans her forehead against his helmet, wishing more then anything to be able to kiss the mandalorian.

" I love you din, nothing will ever change that and I hope you can see that " she says softly, the love dripping from her words making him sigh dreamily.

" I love you too. Ever since the moment I saw you " he tells her, causing a giggle to escape her lips, she pulls her head back and rests her hands on his armored chest. His hands falling to her waist.

They both stood there in a comfortable silence until they heard the child walk inside the room, it's big eyes droopy and a yawn escaped from the little creature. Y/n smiles and looks up at mando who hesitates to pull away from the comfort of the womans touch. He walks over and scoops the child up and turns around to look at y/n.

" ready to go now? " he asks, she nods and walks towards him, both of them walking down the hallway.

" yeah, I suppose I should fix what you broke the other day, y'know checking me out and all " she jokes. His cheeks turn red and he chuckles.

" well maybe you shouldn't be strolling by when you look like you did that day." He says, a little smirk on his face beneath his helmet.

" looking like what? " She questions, he stops walking and looks down on her short self.

" stunningly beautiful " was all he said as he walks ahead of her. She blushes with a wide smile as she finally starts walking again.

She was absolutely happy, her heart felt like it was about to explode with happiness knowing that the mandalorian felt the same.

But the mandalorian was beyond happy, the smile would probably never leave his face as he thought about how she said she loved him, those three simple little words meant the whole universe to him. and now that he knew he had her...he felt like he had the whole universe.

Because know that he had her, he did.

Punch Drunk

🐸Mando x Fem! Reader🐸

Because we need some serotonin Right NOW!! Please excuse any misspellings I rushed editied this.

Summary: Mando has had a little TOO much fun after capturing a very lucrative bounty.

Rating: soft M, just to be safe, it gets a lil saucy. 18+

Warnings: Fem! Reader, drunk Mando, mentions of saucy intentions, sweet talk, Soft! Mando, a little bit of an emotional drunken Mando, slight breeding kink maybe?

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It had taken you hours, but you had finally gotten the Child settled into bed. He'd been an absolute terror today. Refuseing to eat his meals, he always preferred when Din fed him. He threw a fit when you tried to give him a bath, wailing and climbing up you when you tried to set him into the warm water, Din always knew how to get him in the tub with no problem. Tucking him into bed, forget it. He kept sneaking out whenever you turned your back. You knew why he was so fussy, Din had been gone for two days from the Crest. A bounty was offered to him by Greef Karga, far too lucrative to ignore, he said he'd be back as soon as possible. You knew better than to worry, but still, a twist always formed in your gut when you looked out the hatch and didn't see him makeing his way home on his speeder.

You settled down into the cot, the lights dimmed, a night of restless sleep ahead of you. Nothing but the soft breath of The Child, and the hum of the Crest to keep you company. You almost drifted off to sleep, but the hiss of the hatch opening startled you awake. Your heart jumped to your throat as you reached for the blaster you kept under the cot, ready to face the intruder despite how much you were shaking. The booted footsteps of two people echoed through the hull, men you could only assume, you were ready to scramble over to a hiding spot until you heard the distinct laugh of Karga.

Your shoulders dropped, you felt dizzy as your adrenaline fell, but the relief you felt out weighed any discomfort. You sank onto your knees on the cot, putting the blaster back under the cot.As they made their way into the hull, you suddenly remembered you had stripped down to your thin silken underdress. You wrapped your blanket around yourself to hide the sheer fabric from your guests eyes.

You let out a gasp as they rounded the corner. Greef was struggling to walk as he bared the beskar covered weight of Din. Greef had one of Dins arms braced across his shoulders while he held onto Dins waist. Din's helmet covered head lolling from side to side, his feet practically dragging, his body leaning to the side like he was about to fall over, incoherent mumbling coming through his modulater. Karga laughed and patted his back.

"You've arrived my friend." He noticed you in the bed,"oh, please excuse us, we didn't mean to wake you."

You scrambled from the cot, not careing about how sheer you shift was. You rushed to Din, your hands settling on his helmet, trying to keep his head up.

"Maker! What happened? Is he hurt?" You asked Karga frantically,"Din? Mando? Are you alright?"

"He's fine, he's fine." Karga assured, as he slowy helped Din stand on his own," we were just celebrating! The biggest bounty he's ever acquired, in the shortest time too!" He pat Dins shoulder, the sudden impact makeing Din lean into you. You let out a squeak of suprise from how heavy he was. Karga swore and apologized again as he helped Din stand up right.

"So...he's-"

"Drunk!" Karga laughed,"and he deserves it, that bounty can buy you both a new ship. Hell it could buy you a palace. He'd never have to work again if he wanted. Course we know that won't happen."

"How did he get drunk?" You asked,"He can't drink anything with his helmet on."

"Thats where you're wrong," Mando said, his voice slurred and slow, his head lolling to the side,"I can.....jus need a really....really...really long straw."

"Oh Din." You sigh.

Din suddenly gripped Kargas jacket pulling him up to him.

"L-look at her..." Din slurred through the modulator as he gazed at you," She's so...pretty." he says,"have you ever seen anyone so pretty?" Karga just laughed but was cut off when Din shook him, "Well HAVE YOU?" he snapped.

"No, can't say I have Din." Karga reassured, patting his hand,"You're a very lucky man."

You felt your face grow warm at the complement. You dipped your head and made your way to help take off Dins jetpack.

"I am lucky," he mummered," prettiest girl on the whole galaxy...on my ship...caring for my son." You heard a faint sniffle from him as you set the heavy pack on the ground.

"Its ok,Din." You say softly, placing your hand on his chest plate. He rested his leather clad hand over yours as he looked down at you."Thank you for bringing him back to me in one piece," you said to Karga,"I can take it from here."

Karag nodded and said his good bye, slapping Din on the back before leaving, the hatch shutting with a loud thud.

You looked up to Din, his gaze burning through his visor down to you as he slightly wobbled. Suddenly he lunged forward, his helmet smacked against your face, making it sting. His hands gripping your ass , kneeding it harshly.

"Ow! Din!," you cried, he rubbed his helmet against your face as you gripped his armored shoulders,"what are you doing?" You half laughed.

"Kissing you." He mumbled,"I just wanna kiss you."

You laughed,"Din-"

"Im gonn buy you all the jewels-"

"You know I dont need those-"

"Furs-"

"Din," you coo, carressing his helmet.

"A home."

"That I'd love," you sigh wrapping your arms around his neck as he rests his helmet against your shoulder,"you and me and the Child, in a cozy little home-"

"Gonna fill it with warriors," he mumbled,"a new one..... every year."

You laughed,"thats a lot of babies, Din."

"And I wanna give them to you."

"Alright, you need to sleep." You grin as you try to nudge him off you.

He takes a deep breath and stands up straight.

"I'm going to kiss you." He declared as he wobbled.

"Oh? Where?" You tease as you tried to pull him towards the cot.

"Right here, right now!" He said as if it were a threat.

"No, where do you want to kiss me, Din?"

He raised his hand and tapped his gloves finger against your forehead.

"Here..." he gently gave your cheek a tap,"Here..." he ran his thumb over your lips, "Here." He nearly growled, his chest risieng and falling as his breath got heavier.

He ran his finger over your chin, down your neck,"Here," he sighed, continuing down your chest, makeing his way between your breasts,"Here. Def...definitely here." He shuddered, "I want to kiss you here so bad." He groaned, and ran his large hand smoothly down your stomach,"here." his voice a near shudder as he reached down to your core,"but this...I want to kiss this. I'll take off all my armor, and forsake the Creed, just for the chance to kiss you here."

You took his hand from between your thighs and placed it onto your chest.

"You would?" You smile.

"What?" He snapped,"dont believe me?" He challenged.

You only smiled wider as he ripped his hand away from you.

"I'll do it!"he threatened, you crossed your arms over your chest, brow raised in a challenge. He grabbed his helmet and lifted it off, spiking it onto the soft cot."See! I did it!"

His hair was as unkempt as ever, his deep brown eyes wide and bloodshot as he looked down at you. You stepped forward, and carresed his stubble and scared covered cheeks, and kissed him. Your lips gentle against his as you softly peppered his lips and cheeks with kisses. He was frozen against you, his arms limp at his sides.

"Oh Maker, I just broke the Creed-" he whispered.

You nuzzled against his cheek, running your finger down the bridge of his sharp nose.

"Din...we made our Riduurok four months ago."you whispered. He stumbled back his eyes wide, as he swallowed hard.

"You, you mean...you're my...my..."

"Wow, Din, you are drunk. You need to get into bed." You ordered as you nudged him to the cot making him sit. His mouth hung open as you took off his armor and weapons, genlty setting them to the side.

"You married me?" He nearly wimpered, you placed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Yes Din." You said gently as you took his armor, various weapons and helmet and placed it on a nearby table.

"Really?" He sniffed, you looked back and saw him on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Din," you sigh as you stand between his spread legs, pulling his head to your stomach as you ran your hand through his unkempt hair"yes, really."

"You married me?" He asked as he buried his face into you, his voice muffled,"you're my Riddur?"

You laugh softly," yes, kar'ta."

He sniffed loudly before looking up at you, his eyes brimming with tears. "Really? Like, really really?"

You leaned down and nuzzled his face,"your the only man I'd ever marry my brave, handsome, fiercesome, warrior." You kissed him again.

He stood suddenly, and wiped away a stray tear that slid down his face before a stern look came over him. He cleared his throat.

"I need to give you warriors."

"Cyar-"

He ripped off one of his gloves and tried to undo his flight suit while moving to kneel on the bed,"right now!"

"Baby-"

"Jus- jus lay down, I'll do all the work,"He pulled you down on to the bed as you laughed at his clumsy attempt to disrobe,one arm and half his torso out of his suit.

"Gotta do my duty, fill your belly, with...with my..."he grumbled as he struggled to undo his belt,"seed, DAMN THIS THING!"

You grabbed his hands to stop him, "Din, you've already filled my belly with a warrior, remember, we made our baby after we said the vows."

He slumped down, and blinked, as he sat stunned. You took advantage of his state and nudged him till he layed flat on his back. His eyes staring up at you. He reached up and carresed you're cheek.

"I love you, Mesh'la." He said.

"I know." You sighed,"I love you too my feirce warrior."

"I hope our baby looks like you." He says as you try to roll him onto his side.

"I hope our baby is as brave as you."

"No. You're the brave one," he mumbled into his pillow,"the pretty one, the strong one, with an ass that brings me to ruin."

You had to cover your mouth to keep from busting out laughing. "Go to sleep darling."

"But I wanna look at you." His voice muffled from the pillow.

"You can look at me all you want tomorrow."

"But I wanna look at you now!" He whined.

You sighed and rolled him over to his other side until you were met with his drunk grinning face.

"You're so pretty." He slurred, his still gloved hands grabbing your hip,"c'mere." He urged you down.

You nestled down next to him, his eyes slowly shutting, his hand rubbing your side.

"Look at you," he slurred,"so sweet, so soft...so...so beautiful." His brows furrowd suddenly,"wait..I can't see you! Why can't I see you!?"

"Din open your eyes."

His eyes snapped open, a slap happy grin spreading across his face, "Oh Maker, you're so clever," His hand left your side and landed on your cheek a little harsher than he intended,"how did I find you?"

"I was a bounty remember?"

He was quiet for a moment,"oh yeah....I'm so glad you're a criminal."

"Can you go to sleep for me Din?"

"Can I use your tits as a pillow?"

Before you could respond he was already pushing you onto your back, his face buried into your chest. You sighed and were about to push him off of you but the sound of him snoring stopped you. He was asleep, you were ready to try to drift off into uncomfortable sleep when you heard a coo by your side.

Looking down you were met with the wide sleepy eyes of The Child standing by the bed, his ears perked up with a tiny smile on his face. He climbed up onto the bed and over you, nestling in the small space between you and Din, his little face nuzlleing into your belly.

You groaned, it was going to be a long night.

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sweeter than a cinnamon roll

part two of just the rushing wind on a rolling mind

pairing; frankie morales x reader summary; frankie heads over with you to your place to share a cinnamon roll. rating; g warnings; fluff. all fluff.  word count; 2.3k

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just the rushing wind on a rolling mind

pairing; frankie morales x reader summary; just some meet-cute fluff with frankie. you work up in a restaurant near where frankie likes to go backpacking. over a few months of talking, you start to catch feelings. rating; g warnings; a little bit of light angst? which is resolved pretty quickly.  word count; 4.3k

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You Ain’t Woman Enough

Frankie Morales x Reader

Word Count: just under 4400

Tags: Pining, Fake Dating because Frankie has an annoying coworker, cursing, my roughly unedited terrible writing, I don’t think there’s anything else?

A/N: Okay, y’all. I wrote a thing. It literally would not have been finished without the constant support of @rzrcrst​. I’m just going to put this here and yeet myself into the void. Let me know what you think. Or not, it’s whatever. Gif credit to @pascalplease​ (let me know if you don’t want your gif used, sweetie)

The bar was crowded and loud, but you still heard Frankie’s quiet curse as he pulled his cap further down over his eyes.

“You good, Frankie?” you asked with a nudge of your shoulder.

He huffed and curled in on himself more. “You remember me telling you about that girl I work with? The one who works the gate?”

How could you not? He had complained about Kelly almost as long as you’d known him. 

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you make loving fun

pairing: frankie “catfish” morales x f!reader

warnings: none

a/n: the title comes from a fleetwood mac song. not surprising at all lol.

Frankie never really understood why you liked grocery shopping so much, but he loved how excited you would get. You always had a list but ended up getting much more than you needed.

“You never know,” you’d tell him. And he went along with it because he loved you and you were almost always right.

“We should get brownies. I’ve been craving brownies,” you said as he pulled into the parking lot of the store.

“With walnuts?” he asked, and you nodded excitedly. “All right, baby. Let’s do this.” He always made it sound like you were going on some kind of mission.

The first thing you did was grab a cart, but Frankie decided to be playful today. He eyed you and you eyed him and before you knew it, you both were running towards the cart return trying to see who would grab one first.

“Ha! It was me, Frankie! I got here first!” You began pushing the cart towards the store and he ran up behind you, wrapping his arms around you before placing his hands on top of yours, helping you push. “Are we gonna walk like this the whole time?”

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A Study In Intimacy

1 = Reading to Din

Words = 1207

Warnings = None? Fluff if that isn’t your thing

Summary = Din is jealous of you reading to the Child so you read to him

A/N = I wrote this pre-watching season 2 so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Always

Din djarin x reader

Summary: y/n spends the night celebrating with someone else dancing. while din feels himself growing envious, storming away. Y/n and din find themselves confessing feelings

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Warnings: slight angst I suppose. FLUFFFFFFF and season 2 SPOILERS!!!

*gif not mine*

He wanted to leave this place, get as far away from this planet as possible. But you was having the most fun you've had in a long time. Your usual stressed out tense self was finally letting loose, forgetting the fact you, the child and din was wanted souls among the galaxy, planet hopping and traveling the galaxy every other day or hour.

You was currently caught up in a celebration, the town of Mos Pelgo celebrating freedom from the krayt dragon that was lurking under the tatooine systems sand. Since you and din had so graciously helped the people of Mos Pelgo out, cobb vanth, a friendly local of the village, the role of leader rolling off him. had asked you and din to stay for the celebration.

You and the child wanted to stay, having spend every second in the razor crest was boring. So when the opportunity to spend a night in a safe town where bounty hunters surely wouldn't find you was exciting. But unfortunately a certain beskar wearing mandalorian didn't want to spend another second on the planet. He wanted to leave and continue the usual running away, hiding on planet after planet. But din found it rather hard to say no to the big wide begging eye's of the child and your sickly sweet pleading y/e/c's.

So he gave in, saying that the three of you would participate in the celebration for only a few hours. A few hours turned to three, much to din's dismay. And as the night carried on, the mandalorian stood in a corner of the cantina with his arms crossed, watching you chat up cobb vanth. The man saying something to make you giggle. The beautiful sound making din's heart flutter while at the fact it was cobb making you laugh made a unmistakable rage burn in his chest.

Din didn't like this, he didn't like how friendly the man was being with you. How he flirted with you shamelessly. You took it as the man trying to be friendly but din knew what the man was doing, he saw how Cobbs eye's roamed every inch of you with a little smirk on his face. And as much as din wanted to beat the man for even looking at you like that. He couldn't blame him, for you was a gorgeous woman. But that didn't give cobb the right to gawk at you... You took din's breath away with every beautiful laugh, you had his heart melting with every smile or kind gesture you always offer the man. Helping him tend to his wounds or making sure he's eating enough.

Maker, din was falling hard for you.

But what he didn't know was you was falling even harder for him. You loved the man ever since you started traveling with him all those years ago, way before the child came into the picture. He may be a ruthless, badass skilled warrior in the public eye, feared by all. But to you? He was a sweet tender hearted man. He cared about you, you knew. He was always so protective over you, always making sure your safe or armed whenever he can't be by your side - which was a rare occurrence. You didn't have to see his face to know that under his helmet he was a beautiful man. Because he already shown you his true beauty with every sweet word whispered to you late at night or every fleeting touch, his kindness towards you.

A slight tug at din's leg made him tear his glare off cobb and you and down at the green little child that took a pretty big portion of his heart, you owning the rest. Picking him up din sighs, "what do you want?... hm?" din coos so lowly it was nearly a whisper.

The child gives him a little smile and rests his head on din's shoulder, a sign that the child was tired. "all this excitement has you tired eh?" amused at the little yawn that emitted from it he chuckles. Small babbling was din's reply before the child's eye's flutter shut, falling asleep. Sighing din looks back up, seeing cobb talking you into dancing with him.

"c'mon beautiful! Just one dance!" he cheered happily while you giggle and shake your head, not that you had anything against the poor man. But you didn't want to dance, "just one!" his voice rang through the cantina while the other civilians of Mos Pelgo danced.

"i really should be going... Mando's most likely wanting to leave" you said, using dins nickname knowing that his actual one was reserved for you and him only. Quiet nights on the razor crest when he allowed his true name to roll of your tongue.

Din let's a relieved smile grace his face upon hearing your words, pleased you wanted to leave as well. But cobb was being a persistent man and you finally gave in, having a dance with him.

And din felt his heart aching at the sight of your beaming smile while cobb had his hands all over you. You looked so happy, laughing whenever Cobb twirled you. Din thought in that moment that perhaps you loved the man holding you. The thought had the mandalorian feeling a wave of mixed emotions, angry, sad and insecure.

Why would you waste time loving din when cobb could give you so much? Cobb vanth could give you peace, safety and a permanent home. A face to look at....

What could din give you? A dangerous life of living on the run, fear, and no place to call home. You didn't even know what din looked like, what if you thought him to be ugly? What if you didn't like his big brown eye's or patchy facial hair?

"let's get you to bed...." din muttered to the child while carrying him out the door, stepping outside into tatooine' twin sun's setting. A orange hue cast over the sand place.

You was completely oblivious to his absence, you was to busy trying to talk cobb out of letting you leave. You didn't want to rub off as rude by just walking out the door and leaving, but with how he kept making up excuses to keep you in the cantina that seemed like your last option.

"okay cobb, I should really be going. I've already over stayed my due" you say with a little smile, still dancing with the man, his hand in yours while is other was on your waist. It felt... Off, his touch. It wasn't anything compared to din's warm delicate touches.

"oh c'mon y/n, one more dance!" he laughs joyfully, his breath evident enough he drank more spotchka then needed.

"no - really I've stayed to late, me and Mando need to get the child to bed!" you spoke with a polite smile and try slipping away from cobb, who sighs and let's you free.

"I hate to see you go... It's been a real pleasure meeting you beautiful" he takes your hand in his own and kisses your knuckles. You pull your hand back fast with wide eye's of shock, not liking how wrong his lips felt on your skin. Cobb gives you a confused look until you wipe your hand on your pants, in hopes you'd forget the feeling of his lips on your hand.

"look cobb you're a really nice guy - and I was honored to be a part of the celebration but... I -

" you can stay! Here with me... Ive never felt this way about anyone and I really don't want to watch you go y/n... " he cut you off, stunning you. This conversation taking a turn for the worst. Oh maker you didn't want to hurt the man but your heart belongs to din, not him....

"I can't stay... I belong with the child, with the mandalorian... They are my home cobb. I can't just runaway from them...i love them" you explain carefully, face burning at your confession. For that's the first time you've spoken your love for din aloud.

Cobb looked disappointed, his eyes darting to the floor while he swallowed thickly. Nodding his head, "you better get going then, I don't wanna keep you waiting" his words was short and rushed out as he walks away.

You sigh with relief ready to find din, but as your eyes search the cantina you can't find him. "maker where is he now?" you murmur to yourself and leave the building in search for him. Luckily you spot him loading up the speeder, jogging over to him you offere him some help.

"I've got it" he replied timidly and harsh. Strapping the mandalorian armor he received earlier on the speeder.

You looked at him confused, "what's wrong? You sound bothered?" you ask softly, concerned about the man.

"you shouldn't have stayed so late. I specifically said a hour! You stayed nearly three!" he snaps, roughly strapping stuff to the speeder. You feel a wave of guilt wash over you at keeping him here for so long.

"you should have came got me then... I lost track of time, this is the most relaxed I've felt in months" you whisper, looking down at the sand below you. Your eyes landing on the child who was asleep in the satchel.

"I didn't want to interfere with you and Cobb... You two looked rather relaxed" he grumbled out while finishing up. Standing tall now as he looks at you. You could always decipher his expressions through his body language, and right now you knew he was pissed.

"and what's that suppose to mean?" you retort. Brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. Din only shakes his head while turning away from you. But you wasn't having it, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around. Your chests was mere inches from touching each other's, as you stared up into his t-shaped visor.

"what's wrong with you din... You act all pissy over me finally letting loose! I mean - you nearly got yourself killed today! I should be the one acting pissed! Do you know how stupid that was of you?!" you snapped, the memories of today crashing into you harshly while you run a hand through your hair stressfully.

Din knew that you was upset with his way of taking out the krayt dragon. Your tearful eye's angry glare fixated on him when he had emerged from it's mouth was more then enough evidence of that.

"y/n I -

"I thought maybe if I let loose tonight and tried forgetting that dumb stunt of yours I'd feel better - perhaps not even try and kill you myself but maker din...." you spoke more calmly eye's falling shut as you let out a deep breath. You felt the tears surface, but refused to let them fall.

"I'm sorry... I know it wasn't my best idea but i needed to do something before any harm was done to you or the child" din said while moving closer to you, gently placing his hand on your cheek. The cool leather a familiar feeling you could never tire of.

"you need to be more careful din... I can't do this without you..." you whisper while your lip trembles. You look up into where you could only believe his eye's would be.

"I'd never ask you too, I'm sorry for scaring you... I'd never leave you cyar'ika" he spoke the last bit in his native tongue. He often called you that word you never quite understood, usually on long days or nights you both spent restless.

"then stop being a reckless jerk" you joke unamused, a hand gently wrapped around the base of his neck. He leans his forehead on yours while chuckling.

"I'll try my best cyar'ika...." he whispers in his deep modulated voice. You feel a warmth spreading through your chest at the sound.

Then, you decide to wrap your arms around his neck. Slowly swaying you both. Din of course stood stiff, unmoving while you slowly try and get him to dance with you. And after a few minutes, his hand slides from your face and rests upon your hips, as he ever so gently starts swaying with you.

The moment was perfect to you, how he held you delicately. His shoulder still resting against yours, chests pressed together. This was din djarin, the tender hearted man who showed you his loving side. Not the mandalorian warrior everyone feared. You let a soft sigh of complete bliss pass through your lips while you bask in this moment of peace, of being held in the arms of the one you loved in a rare moment of silence.

"hey din?..." you spoke up quietly, he hums to let you know he's listening, "what does that word mean? The one you always call me?...." you decide to question him as your curiosity got the best of you.

He smiles under the helmet as his nerves kicks in, he knew you cared about him, just as he cared for you... But the bond between you both was a unspoken thing he wasn't sure you was ready to bring up. But unbeknownst to him, you was more then ready to bring up, you was waiting for him... For you thought he didn't want what you longed for....

"it's mando'a... It means - uh..." he seemed more nervous then you thought he could ever be, this making a smile etch its way on your face. He was adorable... "it can mean... Sweetheart, darling... Beloved." his eye's flutter closed, his heart pounding in his chest while his grip on your hips become more firm.

And your heart was doing flips, a wide smile on your face while you almost became overwhelmed with love. After all this time you had no idea that din was calling you such sweet things. You gently press your palms to the sides of his helmet while placing a small peck to the beskar. His face blazing red beneath the helmet.

"who knew the mandalorian could be so sweet?" you tease him, his nervous chuckle escaped the vocoder. "I love you din... You don't have to say it back if you don't feel the same way but I thought maybe -

"I love you too cyar'ika, always" he stops your ranting while relishing in your loving touch.

But as the sun's began to set lower in the sky din knew that it was time to leave this horrid planet. So he climbs on the speeder and assisted you back on, loving how you held him tightly from behind while he made sure the child was securely set in place. Then you both speed into the desert place, ready to leave tatooine. Even though din hated the place, he found his fondest memory being made here. It would forever hold a special place in his heart.

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A/n: here's this cringe I'm leaving out for you guys to read. Hopefully it's not as bad as I believe it to be. 👉👈🥺💘

murky water

summary: Taking a bath with Din leads to a lovely question.

pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, The child

warnings: nudity but no smut, fluffffffff, baby yoda eating a butterfly (!?)

words: 1089

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She is gone. His heart stops beating and he takes a deep horrified breath. Din sits up on their shared cot and lets his gaze wander through the razor crest as if she would appear out of thin air. But she is nowhere to be seen.

Quickly, the mandalorian leaves the bed in full armor. He didn‘t take off his beskar, even though (Y/n) told him many times that this can‘t be comfortable. It can be indeed bothersome sometimes but they were only laying down for a short nap.

Din looks everywhere but (Y/n) isn‘t in the razor crest. She must be somewhere outside, on this strange planet – all alone. The child is looking at the mandalorian with his big eyes and cooes when his father picks him up.

With the help of his helmet, Din can see (Y/n)s foot prints and follows them with quick steps. His mind starts to wander and think about every terrible thing that could have happened to his love. But those thoughts disappear when he runs inside a cave and finds her naked in a well.

The sun shines through the open cave ceiling and illuminates (Y/n)s beauty. She looks like one of those mythical nymphs with her wet hair and peaceful face.

Din sighs relieved and starts to smile. Only when he sets the child down, does (Y/n) notice him. She jumps a little and tilts her head aside. There is no need for her to cover her nudity because the water is murky.

“Did you check it for monsters?“, Din asks as he starts walking towards the spring, followed by his son. His helmet notices no other living forms than (Y/n)s.

“Did you just look at my ass?“, (Y/n) asks almost appalled but grins nevertheless. She loves to tease her mandalorian lover. Slowly, she swims to the edge of the well to greet her son.

“No.“

“You did! I saw it!“

“You can‘t even see my face!“

Both laugh. (Y/n) splashes water at the child who giggles happily. But then the child discovers a butterfly and runs after it.

“Why don‘t you come in and join me?“, (Y/n) asks the mandalorian warrior and follows him with her eyes. Din walks around the well and kneels in front of his love. He places one of his gloved hands on (Y/n)s face and caresses her cheek with his thumb.

“He will be alright“, (Y/n) says as she follows Dins worried gaze towards their son. The mandalorian sighs and walks to the pile of clothes belonging to (Y/n).

While the female watches the child trying to catch the butterfly, Din starts taking off his beskar and clothes. After some time the only thing on his body is his helmet.

The moment the water touches Dins aching body he sighs and closes his eyes. He can‘t remember the last time he felt so calm.

The mandalorian walks to his love and wraps his strong arms around (Y/n)s waist, leaning the forehead of his helmet against her shoulder. (Y/n) wraps her delicate fingers around Dins hand and raises it out of the water, kissing the tattoo between thumb and index finger.

One of her lovely giggles make Din look up an watch his son swallow the last bite of the yellow butterfly. He sighs deeply and lets his free hand wander all over (Y/n)s body, caressing every inch of it.

“We should give you more food so that you don‘t have too eat insects, ad‘ika“, (Y/n) realizes and pets the childs little head when he arrives at the spring. Din smiles at the mandalorian nickname.

The child yawns and loses his balance, almost falling inside the murky water. Luckily, Din has fast reflexes and catches the little one before he can touch the water.

“Nap time“, the mandalorian says with his modulated voice and leaves (Y/n)s side. He places the child on a makeshift bed out of his clothes. His cloak gets draped over the childs small body and only after a few seconds he is asleep.

“At least his eating habits make him fall asleep quickly“, (Y/n) whispers with a sweet smile next to Din and caresses one of the childs ears.

After some time she turns her full attention back to the mandalorian who is leaning against the edge of the well. His arms are wide open on the edge and almost inviting (Y/n) to come closer. The beskar helmet is slightly tilted backwards and reflects the blue sky.

(Y/n) swims to her lover and places both her hands on the mandalorians chest. Droplets of water roll from his neck until they meet the water surface.

“Do you trust me?“, (Y/n) asks after a while and stares at the visor of the beskar helmet which moves from looking at the sky towards her face.

“Of course“, Din responds immediately, not understanding why his love would ask him such a question. He watches (Y/n) close her eyes and move her hands from his chest to his helmet. Din jerks away out of instinct. The female takes her hands from the cold metal with an expression full of regret. But then the mandalorian takes her small hands in his and takes off his helmet with (Y/n)s help.

Her eyes stay closed because she would never dare to hurt Dins trust. The mandalorian puts his helmet aside and while one of his hands pulls (Y/n) closer, the other caresses her neck. Her wet hair still feels soft against his fingers.

With happiness filling her whole body, (Y/n) grabs Dins face and starts to laugh with a few happy tears falling from her closed eyes. It‘s not the first time for her to touch his face but it feels magical every time.

Their foreheads and noses touch. And then finally, their lips meet in a passionate and fierce kiss. They can’t stop because the feeling of the other so close, is what makes them feel whole. Din never thought he would ever trust someone but here he is, kissing the person he loves the most.

“Marry me“, Din says between kisses and widens his eyes because he can‘t believe he just said that out loud. He is thinking about it every day but never really thought he would ask (Y/n).

Although (Y/n) is shocked, she doesn‘t open her eyes but stops kissing her lover. Silence fills the cave and the couple stops every movement – their foreheads still touching. Before Din can apologize, (Y/n)s lips lay on his once again.

And she whispers the word yes again and again – with so much love.

And now, back to the scheduled programming...

Someone made this on Twitter and it's my favourite thing ever. I want to credit them so if you know who made it please let me know so I can tell them they're a genius. Thank you.

If you're still doing marcus requests... do you think you could write something where he just broke up with Teresa and is preparing to go to DC, and the reader is his best friend, but she tries to muster up the courage to confess that she loves him before he goes? Thank you 💕

AHhh this is so cute! Thanks for requesting this! <3

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Marcus Pike x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: tiny bit of angst followed by fluff!

Love is a funny thing. 

It’s a funny thing simply because it can be so many things at once. It can be a warm slow growing feeling that begins as butterflies in your tummy before eventually moving it’s way into your heart. It can be an all at once feeling that seems to blow you off your feet. It can be a comforting feeling that reminds you of home and all the wonderful things that come with it. But it can also be sad. It can make your heart ache and your fingertips tingle. It can make your stomach roll in anxiousness, and make your mind run wild with all the different outcomes. But most of all, love is a powerful thing, able to make even the strongest man crumble beneath the weight of it all. 

Which is what happened to your best friend. 

You watched as Marcus experienced everything that love is, before the woman of his affections snatched it away when she realized her true feelings lied in another. While you were there as he cried on your shoulder and held you tightly in his arms as his grief ran out of him like a river, you couldn’t help the small sense of relief that washed over you. You too have experienced what Love is, except it was for the man who had cried in your arms, for the man you knew you could never have because he only saw you as his friend. 

You too knew that Love can be sad. 

You witnessed the awful ache that spread it;s tendrils through your chest when he told you he was leaving. You felt the way your stomach seemed to turn in on itself as you stood outside his door, ready to lay everything before him, no matter the outcome. Because you also knew all the good that Love can be, and that outweighed the bad, tenfold. And if there was even the slightest chance that Marcus could return the love you held for him, then you had to take that leap of faith.

You stood outside of Marcus’s apartment, wringing your hands together nervously as you built up the courage to knock on his door. It had been several weeks since Teresa had broken things off with Marcus, broken his heart. And now, he is leaving for DC, having told you the news over one of your weekly movie nights with empty Chinese takeout containers lying on the coffee table. You had held back your tears, shielded your crumbling heart as you hugged him and wished him the best. Because that;s what friends are supposed to do right? Encourage each other to pursue what’s best for them and what they want to do. Yet, as you hugged him and he hugged you back, you were unaware of the other heart breaking right across from yours. 

Marcus didn’t want to leave you. In fact he had hoped you would reduce his plan, ask him to stay so he had a reason too. Because, unbeknownst to you, Marcus had only pursued Theresa because he never thought he could have you. He hadn’t realized this until later, after he had been talking to you one night after the break up. But it seems even you didn’t want him around enough to ask him to stay. So he made the arrangements to go to DC, hoping time away from everything would help him forget. 

Marcus was actually packing the last of his bags when you took a deep breath and knocked firmly on his door. You shifted from one foot to the other anxiously as you waited for him to answer, and you felt your heart rate speed up as you heard his footsteps nearing the door. When the lock clicked and the door was pulled open to reveal the face of the man you loved, you felt a small if somewhat nervous smile come to your face. 

“Hey Marcus,” you greet quietly.

He beams at you, holding the door open wider to guide you into the apartment, “Hey, I didn’t expect you to come by,” he says, closing the door behind you and shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks around the mostly empty apartment, “I’m not really in the best spot to entertain right now,” he jokes.

You shake your head and send him a small smile, “You know I don’t care Marcus,” you say, “I just came by too…” you trail off, unsure of how to segway into what you want to tell him, “I wanted to see you again before you left,” you say finally, eyes falling to the floor. 

His eyes soften at your words, as if he himself had forgotten that he's moving across the country. He shifts on his feet for a moment before finally speaking again, “Why do I feel like that’s not the only reason you came all the way across town?”

You feel tears well up in your eyes at his words. Ever the FBI agent, trained to notice all the little things. Before you can stop yourself you launch yourself into Marcus, wrapping your arms around his middle and burrowing your face in his chest. Your tears soaking through the white t-shirt he’s wearing.

“Please don’t go, Marcus,” you beg quietly, voice wet with tears, “I don’t know what I’m going to do if you go.”

 After his momentary shock at your sudden actions, Marcus wraps his arms around you tightly, resting his head atop your own, your name falling from his lip, “I’ve already made the transfer...and all of my things have been moved down there. I can’t just-”

“I love you.”

Your voice is barely a whisper as the words slip past your lips, but Marcus hears them, and you feel his entire body tense, but you don’t move from your position in his arms. Instead you pull him tighter to you, afraid if you let go he’ll run away.

“That’s what I came here to tell you,” you admit, “I’ve felt like this for a while now but never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we had, and then you and Theresa -”

You hadn’t even been able to finish your sentence before Marcus was pulling you away from him, cradling your face in his hands and crashing his lips to yours. It didn’t take you long to respond, your body melting into his, as your hands rested on his wrists. Your tears seem to flow harder now, mixing together where your lips meet as you are bombarded with an onslaught of mixed emotions. Your lips move against his naturally, as if you both had done this a million times despite this being your first kiss. Marcus pulls away slowly after a few moments, both of you desperate for air. His hands stay where they are, his thumbs wiping at the tears on your cheeks, as your own hands fall to his chest. 

“Marcus? W-what, why did you-”

“I love you too,” he rasps, resting his forehead against your own, “I didn’t realize it then, but I love you so much, and I only used my relationship with Theresa as a way to try and smother my feelings for you.”

You pull back from him slightly, his hands falling from your face to rest on your hips instead, “Why didn’t you say anything?” you whisper, confusion tugging at your brows. 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Same reason you didn’t,” he says, “Because I’d rather have you as a best friend than not have you at all.”

You smile at his words, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment before looking up at him, “Well I hope after that kiss we can be more than best friends now.”

Marcus lets out a laugh and nods, “I think I can agree to that,” he says quietly, his demeanor turning sheepish before he speaks again.

“Stay the night?” he asks, pressing a short kiss to your lips, “Please?”

You smile and return the kiss quickly before nuzzling your head into his chest again, “Of course, Marcus. And I hope you’ll call and cancel that transfer tomorrow.”

Marcus smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before resting his cheek against it once again, content to finally be holding you in his arms. 

 “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

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“Agent Pike, meet Detective L/n” | Marcus Pike

Pairings: Marcus Pike X Detective! Reader.

Summary: The NYPD has-been busting their asses off with a drug case leading to a big underground cartel. Turns out they also steal very expensive art, and the FBI are sent to work with them.

Warnings: Angst, Cannon-typical violence.

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Ran into this on one of the Star Wars fan pages on Instagram and I am DYING. 😭😭😂😂💀💀

Spring Blooms

Warnings: FLUFF - all of the tooth rotting fluff you can handle

Pairings: Marcus Pike x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1 K

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for Marcus. Big ups to @yespolkadotkitty​ for all of her amazing beta-ing and encouragement.

“Are you nervous..?” You whispered into your fiancé’s ear. 

Marcus Pike looked at you with his deep amber eyes and chuckled. “It’s more of a nervous energy,” he confessed.

Your seven year old daughter, Elizabeth, sprinted ahead toward the Sculpture Garden at the National Gallery. Sensing that you were not keeping up with her, she turned around to see you both lagging behind. She exhaled deeply and drudged over to you in the over-exaggerated way that only little girls can. 

“C’mon, Mom and Marcus! Don’t you wanna see the statues?”

“Lizzy, the sculptures aren’t going anywhere. I promise,” you assured her. 

“Sometimes it’s nice just to stop and smell the roses,” chimed in Marcus. 

Lizzy scanned the area looking for any type of flower. When she couldn’t spot any, she shot him a quizzical look.  “I don’t see any roses. How can I smell them if they aren’t any?” 

“It’s an expression, honey. It means to relax and enjoy life.” You took your hand and ruffled her bright red hair. 

She looked at you and nodded. “Oh.”

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