Where The Sky Met The Sea - Chapter 1: Sleep On The Floor

Where the Sky Met the Sea - Chapter 1: Sleep on the Floor

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Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Ezra (from the 2018 movie Prospect) x F!Reader

Summary: Returning from the Green Moon with more wealth than he could ever fathom, Ezra expected life to be as rich as his bank account now was. Instead, he and his adopted daughter, Cee, struggles with the crippling loneliness that comes with people only wanting to know you for your money.

Desperate to find a genuine place to call home, Ezra drags himself and Cee across the galaxy until they stumble upon a small planet and settle into a quaint seaside town that honors tradition and hard work in a way that feels almost primitive, but welcome after being suffocated by robotic tech.

Expecting the same monotony he had experienced on other planets, Ezra is shocked to find the town and its people have secrets as deep and dark as the sea and the cure to his loneliness may be found in the town's struggling bookshop owner.

Warnings: mild sexual content, mild violence.

Chapter Rating: T

Word count: 2,722

"Pack yourself a toothbrush, dear, Pack yourself a favorite blouse. Take a withdrawal slip, Take all of your savings out. 'Cause if we don't leave this town We might never make it out."

- Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

When they had returned from the Green with more Aurelac gems than they imagined possible, Ezra had expected a rich life filled with opportunities and comforts he had only ever read of in his stories. He could get a new arm, and he could buy a house for himself and Cee. Hell, he could send her to school if it was what she wished.

When they returned to The Pug and turned in their haul, Ezra had expected enough money to not have to worry about work for a good while. But he hadn’t expected the gems to gift them riches so deep he and Cee couldn’t see the bottom of their new prosperous well. Not only would he and Cee not have to work for a while, but they’d also never have to work or worry about anything ever again.

Bringing home one Auerlac was impressive, but bringing back as many as he and Cee had was unheard of. So he wasn’t surprised when word got out that the one armed man and his “daughter” struck it rich. He wasn’t expecting himself and Cee to be celebrated, perhaps a moment of intensity that would die out when the next soul brought back their own wealth and life would move on.

But he had been wrong.

Ezra should have picked up on something being wrong when he was fitted with the latest prosthetic to replace his arm. The nurses and technicians hadn’t been the warmest, but he had caught enough wandering side eyes and hushed whispers to feel unease. An unease that didn’t leave him even after he had left.

It was Cee who pointed out that they were often the center of attention wherever they went, regardless of what they were doing. It had been the same as it was when Ezra got his new arm, with side eyes watching their every move and vocal conversations suddenly hushing when they enter a room.

But unlike the techs and nurses, when Ezra lifted his head to catch the stares and stillness, the patrons would be back to focusing on the person their with or what they’re doing. It was only when he returned his focus to Cee or his food that he noticed the people around them going back to staring and whispering that he could only see in his peripherals, but never straight on.

Ezra did end up buying himself and Cee a house like he had originally planned. It was the nicest condo he had ever seen let alone lived in, and he spared no expense to get the best quality furniture for himself and the girl. They had a gorgeous view of the city with floor to ceiling windows and the best security they could buy. But that didn’t stop the harassment or the unbridled desire the public had out for them.

He had been thrilled when Cee had made friends, going out often as teenage girls do. And Ezra kept busy buying art he had always wanted but never could afford, along with finding and collecting the rarest books he never knew existed. And when he got lonely and Cee was unavailable for their family movie nights, Ezra went to the classiest bars and restaurants and indulged himself in the finest wine and whatever company caught his eye.

The first instance Ezra realized things hadn’t died down for him and Cee was when the girl came home crying one day. He had tried to get answers from her, but she only shook her head and locked herself in her room. She’d only come out to eat and join him for their family movie nights, but she kept to the other side of the couch, eyes sunken in as if she hadn’t slept properly in days.

The second instance was when Ezra made the mistake of bringing home a date after what he considered a wonderful night out. Dinner at the lake, dancing under the stars, sipping wine while listening to a live band play… It was only logical to bring an exquisite woman like her back for an appropriate finale.

Ezra had fucked her passionately, his tongue and teeth leaving no patch of skin left unloved. But he had woken up sometime in the night to find her rummaging through his things, unashamed of the mess she made while silently tearing apart his room for Kevva knows what.

Ezra had kicked her out with what she came with (and nothing more), but despite nipping the problem in the bud he still felt restless. As if sensing his unease, Cee left her room and they both in silence agreement sat on the couch to watch movies until the sun peeked over the horizon. He never said it out loud, and he knew he didn’t have to, but he was grateful for Cee’s 6th sense in knowing when he needed company.

What he thought was one bad date turned into numerous more. If his dates weren’t trying to pick his pockets while he slept after a passionate night, they would verbally degrade him for declining them every one of their whims whether it was bottles of the most expensive liquor or item on the menu.

It wasn’t that Ezra was cheap, he was happy to spend his money on the finest things available for the finest company, but he noticed a pattern where his dates and one night stands would only focus on the most expensive things available. Him declining was a test to their temperament and intentions. One that each and every one of them failed.

At first he hadn’t planned on telling Cee any of this, not wanting to worry her. But it became too much too soon and he realized this impacted her as well regardless if he liked it or not. He told her as much as he felt was appropriate, and it was then that Cee opened up about her own reclusive behaviors.

The girls she befriended had ended up like the people he dated and slept with. Warm and comforting until they didn’t get what they wanted. And when Cee explained to them that she was only sixteen and wasn’t comfortable with buying anything expensive without her “father’s” permission, they lashed out. They had isolated her and turned her into a modern day pariah, unable to go anywhere without being rejected by businesses or potential friendships.

The final straw was when someone tried to break into their condo.

It had been the middle of the night and the alarms had startled him out of a deep sleep. Ezra barely registered Cee running into his room and throwing herself into his bed, clinging to him with tears streaking down her face. The water leaking from her eyes and the panic on her face was enough to sober him into action.

The security protocol blared and then eerily shut off without Ezra turning it off himself. He had barely made it to the door to initiate the emergency locking system himself when he heard the sound of gunshots go off, ricocheting off the door. He had called the police and was shocked when they brushed him off. No one was sent out, and no one bothered to check in on them. Even when he told them he had a teenage daughter, even when he said he had a child. It wasn’t enough.

Ezra initiated the lock screens over the windows, bullet proof sheets that kept the city lights out. Even in the armored shell he put himself and Cee in, he still felt unsafe. And he felt like an absolute failure to not have nipped this in the bud sooner.

He and Cee rearranged the furniture and had the couch facing the front door. They sat on it, Ezra armed with his rifle, Cee tucked into his side and holding her knees to her chest. She had grabbed a knife from the kitchen and her knuckles turned white from gripping it so hard. But Ezra didn’t have it in him to take it away from her or tell her to ease up. He didn’t blame her.

They sat like that all night, unblinkingly staring at the door for a threat that never resurfaced. But they weren’t going to test their luck. The moment the morning light stretched across the sky, they were gone.

Ezra and Cee packed everything they could into their bags and left, unbothered with what they left behind. Ezra left the keys on the coffee table and the door wide open, an invitation to whoever wanted to live there could do so for free. Furniture and all.

When they made it to the docking port, the city started to stir awake and Ezra bought the first pod that was offered to them. A glorified space mini-van with enough room for the both of them without being smothered by the other’s presence, but small enough to go mostly unnoticed.

The moment the paperwork was signed and he was given the keys, Ezra and Cee took off to the stars and left the misery they experienced on The Pug behind. They had found their way to Central, close enough to fly to without a lot of stress or resources, but far enough to where their reputation and spoils couldn’t follow them.

But buying a condo on Central, furnishing it, and going about their lives as if what happened on The Pug never happened felt… not wrong, but not right, either. It was too familiar, a beautiful love letter to Deja Vu if Ezra ever read one.

It wasn’t too long after they had made themselves comfortable and dropped their guards did the horrors of The Pug begin to repeat themselves in their new home. Friendships gone sour, dates gone bad, side eyed stares turning into ogling unabashedly. Ezra didn’t fuck around, he bought the best security and the moment it was threatened he and Cee packed what they could, sold their old pod, bought another, and were gone before the sun peered over the horizon.

It was like that with The Ephrate, every habitable planet they landed on being as hostile as the last. They had stopped fully moving in to their abodes, sleeping on bare mattresses and living off of half assed furniture. There were many nights wide awake, waiting for the shoe to drop. Days and weeks dragged by where they anxiously waited to see if the spirits of their wealth would find them and continue to haunt them in their new homes.

After the 6th planet in less than a year, and with Cee nearly getting stabbed and robbed, Ezra was done. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. He had Cee pack one last time and they escaped into the night even before first light.

When they reached the port, Ezra stopped Cee from going to their pod and shook his head.

“Let it burn, Birdie. There’s nothing left for us there."

Cee didn’t fight it. They took what they could from the pod and then dropped the keys. Cee used a lipstick she had to write “FREE TO WHOEVER” along the side and as big as she physically could.

When she was done, Ezra snuck her through the port, blending in with the shadows until they stood before a small Long-Haul Space Freighter intended to carry supplies and very little crew.

Ezra checked a port monitor and was thankful that the ship was going to a planet he had never heard of, one so far it was almost in Wild Space. The shipments told him there was at least some sort of population, but as to how many people or the climate, Ezra could only guess. But it was their last hope to finally find the peace Ezra had longed for him and his adopted daughter after a year of absolute agony.

They made themselves comfortable in the hull and waited. They held their breath when they heard activity in the port and sighed in relief when the haul was shut tight and pressed into one another when the ship took off. Hands clasped together, Ezra’s head on Cee’s, they waited to see if the hull would pressurize with air or if they’d have little to no oxygen on their trip to the unknown. A sad but poetic end to the life they had briefly lived.

But the hull did pressurize and Ezra and Cee could finally collapse into themselves with relief, giddy to have escaped the horrors behind them, but equally unsure of what awaited them.

The trip took about two weeks, and Ezra and Cee lived off of their own rations until they had to steal from one of the boxes to survive. They took turns sleeping, and waited until the ship was in night mode before sneaking off to use the bathroom and freshen up. It reminded Ezra of the hardships they had endured on the Green, but more glamours with the food they found and the lack of suits needed to breathe.

When they felt the ship descend into the planet’s atmosphere, Ezra couldn’t deny the way his heart sped up. It was akin to the time he had his first crush, that hopeful excitement of something new. Something good. But something equally terrifying and unknown.

They didn’t bother to wait for the crew to unpack to sneak off the ship. They stood proudly at the entrance as the ramp descended to momentarily blind them with the planet’s sun. But when they blinked away the sensitivity forced upon their eyes, neither could stop themselves from staring with their mouths ajar.

The planet’s name was Ecyria, if Ezra remembered correctly. It was big enough to be considered a planet but small enough to be the wallpaper of planets, overlooked and under appreciated by those exploring Wild Space. And it was nothing they had ever seen before.

Before them was a never ending ocean where the horizon bled into the sea with a sunset made of vivid shades of reds, oranges, and pinks. The port was open air, small enough to have only a handful of mid-sized ships, if that.

There was only one path leading to and from the port and it snaked down over rolling green hills to a village made of stone and wood, surrounded by green trees and sat on top of a cliff overlooking the water’s edge where wooden docks could be seen for old sailing ships that looked straight from one of Ezra’s novels. The whole village did.

“Ez…” Cee breathed, unable to tear her eyes away.

“I know, Birdie. I know.” Ezra said with an equal amount of awe in his voice.

Without looking, they found each other’s hands and held them tightly, looking out at their new home as crew from the ship and crew from the planet worked around them, giving them odd looks. But not with the same hostility they grew accustomed used to.

This was a planet that embraced modern technology but cradled old traditions and way of life that felt so primitive compared to what Ezra and Cee had lived through all their lives. A way of life that felt forgotten, but was still greatly appreciated by the two space travelers and clearly those local to the planet.

Somewhere nearby, Cee could smell freshly baked pastries, and as the day died before them and night took its place, Ezra could hear the sound of live music followed by singing and laughter.

The village came to life, windows glowing warm and welcoming and old lamps turning a flame on by themselves with modern technology to light the path from the port to the village. The trees in the village sparkled to life and shimmered much like the infinite stars that shine down on them clear as day. Ezra could stare at the expanse of space for all eternity, caught up in supernovas and shooting stars and galaxies he didn’t know could be so beautiful.

But Cee, as usual, was his anchor. She tugged on his hand, bringing him back down from the stars, and he let her lead them to their new home with hope in their hearts for the first time. It was only a matter of time before they could know for sure if this would be a safe haven or just another nail in their coffins, but for now, live music and fresh food awaited them and for the first time in far too long, they were home.

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FIC/LIFE UPDATE

Howdy, everyone!

I'm so sorry for the lack of fics lately! If you saw my vent post a few days ago, you'd know I've been traveling for my best friend's wedding this past weekend. Between the time difference, going right back to work the next day, throwing out my back, and dealing with horrible Airbnb hosts dragging me to pay $130 more for damages my sister and I didn't do, I've been exhausted. To put it lightly.

But I wanted everyone to know that I'll update my "Upcoming Fics" list to get everyone excited about what I have been working on and when to expect more stories for the Mando and Prospect fandom! I appreciate everyone's patience while I reacquaint myself with my rodeo and deal with my Airbnb nightmare, I just need one day to sleep and I'll be fully recharged and ready to yeehaw again.

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I have two things I'm supposed to hear from tomorrow so fingers, toes, and eyes crossed!!

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The Mandalorian and The Corellian

Chapter Three: Sorgan

pairing: din djarin x corellian/Solo!reader

warnings: 18+ (no explicit content but implied yearning), jealousy, reader being on brand as a Solo, verbal fights, angst, violence, blasters? lmao, so many feelings

words: 3.5k

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“This place looks…green.” You commented as you walked with the Mandalorian through the woods of Sorgan, the child cradled safety in his arms.

No response came from the tall body of armor beside you, nor had any words since you touched down. In fact, he seemed as though he wasn’t even aware of your existence let alone your speaking. Pursing your lips, you nodded, trying not to take his silence as a direct insult.

“How do you know this place again—“

“Mom, look! It’s the Mandalorian!” You turned your head forward and watched as a little girl tugged on her mom’s dress, the two knelt down beside a pond. The woman lifted her head as the three of you approached, her face riddled with delighted surprise as she stood.

The closer you got to her, the prettier she became, causing your stomach to twist with an unknown feeling. Mando seemed to speed up, leaving you behind as he filled the space between them. You were shocked by the wave of feeling you now identified as jealousy that washed over you upon seeing the pair interact. You remained a couple yards behind them, swallowing thickly and turning your eyes to the grass when you heard the sound of her laughter followed by his. Wait—he was laughing? Did he even know how to do that?

“Who’s your friend?” The woman spoke kindly, making you even more irritated as you realized there was nothing to hate about her besides the fact that she was closer to the Mandalorian than you.

“Oh, that’s, um…Y/N.” He seemed to have paused in effort to remember your name, your eyes rolling in your head at the lack of affection he held for you. But deep down, you couldn’t blame him. You hadn’t even realized until this moment that you held so much for him. “I’m helping her travel to her home planet. Stopped here for the night.”

“Well, you’re always welcome here. Let me show you to your huts so you can set your things down. Have you eaten?” She guided the Mandalorian off with her hand on his beskar-covered shoulder, the two of them walking off into the literal sunset together while you remained still. Even the child was more popular than you, a group of children flocking around him as though they were old pals.

“You come with the Mandalorian?” A voice sounded through your ears, your head turning around towards the woods you had just walked through. Your lips parted as you took in a handsome, large, lumberjack of a man smiling at you. Still, his charming smile wasn’t quite enough to take your mind off the fact that Mando was inside a hut with a beautiful woman he seemed to turn soft for.

“Uh, yeah. He’s escorting me home.” You stepped closer to the man, eyes drifting to the muscles of his biceps poking out of his dark green tunic, the skin tan and glistening with sweat as he carried a bag full of firewood back into the village.

“That’s awfully nice of him.” He smiled at you again as he stopped a few feet in front of you, eyes traveling down your form before lifting again. He sucked in a sharp breath as he realized he was staring, hand reaching back to scratch at his neck. “Has, uh, has anybody found you a place to sleep?”

“No,” you shook your head and pursed your lips in a tight smile. “They’re a bit distracted by my chaperones.”

“Well, let me go drop this lumber off and then I’m sure we can find you someplace to get comfortable.” He smiled again, sparking light feelings of warmth inside your belly as you nodded.

You followed him down the grassy path, square ponds on either side of the walkway with villagers knelt over them.

“What do you guys use these for?” You asked, having never seen something like it.

“Oh, we’re krill farmers.” He looked over his shoulder at you, chuckling. “You must be from Tatooine.”

“Well, I’ve been there for a while now, but no. Corellia.” You watched as he set down the bag of wood like it weighed nothing, but the young man in charge of dragging it over to the builders was struggling. “What about you?”

“Born and raised here. This is all I’ve ever known.” He walked over to a water spout and ran his hands underneath it before splashing his face with it. Your bottom lip somehow found its way between your teeth as you watched him stand, the water trickling down his sharp jaw to his thick and muscular neck. God, it had been a while.

“I—uh, haven’t caught your name.” You spoke up, trying to make conversation in effort to rid the lustful thoughts from your mind.

“Vero,” he smiled at you and lifted the hem of his tunic to wipe his face, your eyes dropping to his hairy 12-pack of a stomach, your throat gulping and eyes quickly turning away. “Yours?”

“Y/N.” You choked out, eyes still trained on the krill pods rather than the mountain of a man beside you.

“Everybody got such a pretty name on Corellia?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his flirting, not because you thought it was funny, but because you weren’t accustomed to it after living in Mos Espa for as long as you did.

“There you are,” that same kind voice from earlier approached you, the sound of armor clanking following it. You lifted your eyes to the woman and your escort behind her, trying to force a polite smile onto your face. “I see you’ve met my brother. Has he shown you to your hut?”

“Uh, no.” You shook your head and turned your eyes from hers, somehow feeling that she’d be able to read your jealousy if she looked hard enough.

“We were just getting acquainted, ‘Mer. Come on, I’ll walk you over.” Your eyes flickered to Mando, though it wasn’t like you’d be able to read him at all. Taking a breath, you nodded and turned back to Vero, smiling at him.

“Here, let me help carry your bags.” Mando stepped forward, holding his hand out. As you were about to decline his offer out of sheer spite, Vero spoke up instead.

“I think I’ve got it.” He smiled at him condescendingly and grabbed both bags from your hands with only one of his, Mando stiffening in response. His helmet tilted towards you, watching as you shrugged and turned away, following the Sorgan hulk.

“Your sister seems kind,” you mentioned as the two of you stepped up the wooden steps to your hut for the night. You winced internally at the comment, not sure why you said it. “And pretty, of course.”

Also odd.

“Yeah, she’s alright. I think she’s laying it on thick to impress the Mandalorian. Hasn’t shut up about him since he landed here a while back.” He set your bags down on the wooden floor and spun around, arms stretched out and a smile on his face as he unveiled your sleeping quarters. “Welcome to your home for the night. Will it do?”

“It’ll do perfectly,” you chuckled at his theatrics and stepped further into the one-bed shack, taking in the lack of a refresher. “One thing…where can I freshen up?”

“Oh, right.” He nodded and gestured for you to follow him outside. He walked around to the side of the hut and opened up an outhouse, gesturing for you to look inside. It was modest, perhaps a bit primitive, but it would work fine.

“That’ll do,” you nodded and blushed as you looked back at him only to see him already staring. “I probably should freshen up before dinner.”

“Oh! Yes. I’m sorry.” He stepped away and blushed.

“No need to apologize.” You watched as he nodded and exhaled his nervous breath. “I’ll come find you in a bit?”

“I’d like that.” With one more longing look, Vero left you alone. You fanned your cheeks with your hand and walked back inside your hut to find your shower supplies, your mind spinning with lustful fantasies of him following you into the fresher.

“He’s strong.” Mando’s voice made you jump in your skin, your head whipping back to see him standing in the doorway, the sun shining behind him and darkening his silhouette. You placed your hand on your chest and calmed your heart, cursing under your breath.

“God, you could’ve knocked.” You spat, turning back to your bags.

“Didn’t know that’s what you went for. The lumberjack type.”

Was that jealousy you were hearing through his modulator? Couldn’t be. He had Mer to keep him satisfied.

He stepped further inside although your sigh made your contempt for his company known. Mando picked up a metal cup sitting on the counter and mindlessly examined it as you stood to your feet and turned to him.

“What?” You hissed in irritation, having spent so much time overthinking the tone behind his words that you forgot what he even said.

“I’m just surprised you’re falling for it. The muscles.” He shrugged, setting the cup down before turning his helmet towards you. Your breath hitched at the “eye contact”, your earlier fluster from Vero transferring now to your apparent longing for the man in front of you in beskar.

“I didn’t take you for the type to fall for a nice girl.” You countered, shrugging your shoulders as you held your shower supplied in your arms.

“Who said I fell for anyone?” His tone sounded sincere, as though it was news to him. Still, you chuckled, not believing that he was oblivious to the obvious heart eyes he was shooting at Mer through his visor. “What, Omera?”

“Omera. That’s a pretty name.” Your eyes fell to the floor as your expression turned sour against your will. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“Has she treated you unkindly? Why do you look so upset with her?”

“I don’t.” You quickly dismissed him, eyes lifting to narrow at his visor. “I literally just complimented her.”

“With a look on your face.”

“I always have a look on my face. It’s my whole thing, you know? Sarcastic, sour…it’s part of my charm.”

“I’m familiar with your charm but I haven’t seen you look as sour as that.” He argued, making your blood boil with irritation. Where was Vero when you needed him?

“Did you come here for anything important or just to make fun of your girlfriend’s brother and call me sour?” You asked, brows laced in irritation as you watched him stiffen.

“Omera isn’t…she’s not my girlfriend.” He corrected, though his tone proved there was more to the story than he let on. “I was told to come let you know that dinner will be ready in a bit.”

Before you could open your lips to speak, he was making his exit, your eyes rolling in frustration as you sighed. Was he always going to be so…stressful?

•••

“Y/N, I saved you a seat.” Vero called your name as you approached the community feast, your cheeks turning pink at his attention.

“Thanks,” you chuckled as he stood up to greet you, eyes avoiding his for a reason you weren’t quite sure. You scanned the scene in front of you, the small village all scattered on the lawn, a few late-attendees like yourself picking away at the remnants of the feast. There was a noticeable absence—though his child was happily seated with a bowl of soup in front of him.

“Hungry?” Vero asked, gesturing ahead at the table of food. You sucked in a breath and nodded, forcing a smile onto your face. Your eyes scanned the surrounding huts in hopes of spotting the Mandalorian responsible for your sudden lack of interest in the man beside you, coming up short. “Have you tried krill?”

“Uh,” you turned your head back to the man, shaking your head as you finally registered his question. “No, I haven’t.”

“Here,” he picked one off the table and showed you how to peel it before popping the little shrimp in his mouth. “Easy.”

“Does it taste okay?” You asked, reluctant as you reached for one, your fingers peeling it like you’d watched him do just seconds before. Vero chuckled and nodded, urging you on to try it for yourself. You bit down hesitantly, though soon eased in once you realized it tasted quite pleasant. It sure beat the rations on Tatooine. “Pretty good.”

“Right?” He beamed at you, watching as you picked a few more to put on your plate before doing the same with the other fruits and vegetables on the table. “So…I know you’re leaving in the morning, and I’ll probably never see you again, but—“

“Vero, listen—“ You attempted to let him down easily, but were cut off by a shiny glimmer of silver coming into view behind him. He turned to follow your gaze, chuckling to himself as he watched you watching the Mandalorian.

“Ah,” he nodded, pursing his lips. “I see.”

“Huh?” You turned back to him with furrowed brows.

“You like the Mandalorian.”

“What? No. He’s just blinding me.” You scoffed at his words, walking back to your tree stump of a seat.

“Then…if you’re not interested in him…why don’t you come to my hut after dinner?” He found his confidence again, sitting down beside you and smirking at you. You had to hand it to him, he made it hard for a girl to say no.

“I—it’s a bad idea.” You shook your head and dropped your eyes to your plate. “I want to, but…I shouldn’t.”

“Because you like the Mandalorian—“

“I don’t like the Mandalorian!” You shouted, the entire village silencing their conversations and turning their heads to gawk at you. You turned red with embarrassment as your eyes scanned over the crowd, finally meeting Mando’s visor. Setting your plate down on the ground, you stood up. “Excuse me.”

Rushing off to your hut, you reached to shut the door, only to find there wasn’t one. You rushed over to the bed and picked up a pillow, screaming into it and releasing all your frustration and embarrassment.

“Hey,” you groaned at the sound of a modulated voice, your back turned to the door, the pillow holding your screams still in your hands.

“Go away.” You grumbled, reaching to wipe your face free of a rogue tear.

“No.” He spoke simply, causing your head to whip around, eyes glaring at him in disbelief.

“Leave, Mando.” You ordered again, this time with more anger than before.

“No.” He remained still, his body taking up the entire doorway.

“Do you know what else we Corellians are famous for besides the drinking and tinkering?” You seethed and watched him shake his head. “We’re good with our blasters.”

You held up the blaster you had tucked underneath your pillow after seeing the amount of children around.

“You gonna shoot me?” He stepped towards you, watching your hands tremble as you held out the blaster.

“I want you to leave.” You felt another embarrassed tear fall from your eyes as he continued toward you, his pace slow and careful as though he was approaching a beast.

“You’re crying.” He noted, watching as you quickly reached to wipe the evidence of any emotion away.

“What do you want, Mando?” You asked, so frustrated with yourself and his calmness that you were practically shaking. This was a side of you you rarely ever let surface, a side of you that was passed down from generation to generation—the Solo family temper.

“I want to make sure you’re okay.” He answered after a few beats of silence.

“Why do you care?” You finally lowered the blaster, tossing it back into the bed before sitting down on the old mattress.

“Because…” he seemed to be at a loss for an explanation.

“Right.” You chuckled darkly and nodded your head. “Well, I’m fine. You can go now.”

“Why—” he cut himself off, his gloved hand flexing as it rested at his side.

“Why what?” You asked, lifting your eyes to the black of his visor, hoping to see even a glimpse of him looking back.

“Why don’t you like me?” He finally managed, his voice soft, though the modulator attempted to hide it.

“I didn’t mean…you’re fine, Mando.” You sighed, turning your eyes away from him. The last thing you needed at the moment was to have to lie about your confusing feelings for the man escorting you across the galaxy. “I don’t hate you or anything. That’s not what I meant. So…can you go, now?”

“What did you mean, then?” He prodded, threatening to trigger your temper again.

“You know what? Yes! Yes, Mando, I don’t like you! You’re stubborn, and rude, and—and you don’t fucking listen to me when I tell you that I don’t want to see you right now! I don’t want to talk to you right now!” You shouted, making Mando step back at your volume, or at least that’s what you assumed it was.

“I’m stubborn? I’m rude?” He gritted back through his modulator, stepping forward to you, his finger pointed at his chest and helmet bobbing with the passion of his argument. “You’re the most rude and sarcastic woman I’ve ever met.”

“As if that’s an insult.” You snapped back with narrowed eyes, bored by his comeback.

“It should be! To any self-respecting woman in this galaxy, it should be an insult.” He spat back at you, this time striking a nerve. You closed the space between the two of you, your chin having to tilt upwards to look at him, fingers pressing into the beskar of his chestplate.

“How dare you tell me I have no self respect just because I don’t cover every fucking word with sugar. You wouldn’t say that to a man. Don’t say it to me.” You couldn’t have sounded more threatening if you tried, but Mando didn’t flinch.

“Excuse me,” you closed your eyes at the sound of Omera’s soft voice coming from your doorway. “Sorry. Um, the elders…they decided that it would be best if you found somewhere in the next town to stay tonight. Not…uh…not here, anymore.”

“Perfect.” You looked over his shoulder and gave her a phony smile before turning back to Mando. “I’ll be sleeping in my ship.”

“Mando, you’re still welcome to stay.” Omera spoke softly as you walked to pack your bags up, a scoff leaving your lips at her hopeful tone. Rather than stick around and watch the two of them dote over each other, you grabbed your things and began walking through the camp and into the dark woods.

Sure, it was cold, lonely, and mildly terrifying to walk to your ship in the dark woods, but it beat that entire situation back at the camp.

“The elders think it would be best…bullshit.” You mocked Omera out of sheer jealousy that she was back there with Mando instead of you. Wait— “Fuck him! Why am I even jealous? Mando is infuriating.”

“Mad at your little Mandalorian boyfriend?” A lone Klatooinian raider approached you from the dark, a blaster held out and pointed at you. He grinned, or at least that’s what you thought he was doing. You reached to your holster slowly, heart dropping when you realized you left your blaster behind in the hut. “I’m mad at him too. Killed my family.”

“I had nothing to do with that.” You responded through a shaking voice, terrified of what would come next.

“Don’t matter.” He chuckled and tightened his grip on the blaster, but before he could squeeze the trigger, a shot rang from over your shoulder, hitting the raider in his shoulder. You whipped your head around, expecting to see Mando, but seeing Vero instead. He instructed you to move out of the way as he stepped towards the Klatooinian on the ground. You did as he said and watched as he pointed the blaster at the wounded raider, only for it to jam on him. “Oops.”

The raider knocked him to the ground, the two beginning an all out brawl. You felt helpless as you watched the hulk of a man dodge the blunt force of the raider’s strikes, absorbing them when he couldn’t. For a minute, you thought he was done for, but soon he found his footing.

“Should’ve stayed hidden.” He spoke through gritted teeth as he strangled the raider with his arm, his eyes on yours as he finished the job. You weren’t sure why it aroused you, or if it was actually him that stirred you rather than the fantasy of it being Mando instead, but regardless, you were beginning to feel things.

The Klatooinian’s limp body hit the floor of the woods and Vero stood up tall, his chest heaving as he walked towards you, holding his hand out to help you up off the ground. You accepted his hand and stared at him in awe.

“Came to make sure you got to your ship safely.” He chuckled, gesturing to the body behind him. “Good thing I did.”

“How about you make sure I’m safe all night long?” You slipped your hand into his, tugging him along.

You’d regret this in the morning. But for now, you needed to release some of this pent up…frustration. And if Mando couldn’t be the one to do it, Vero would suffice.

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awholelottayeehaw

2 years ago

Contemplating some of my favorite fics and how I'm happy they exist but also sad AO3 doesn't have a chat option because I have some thots™️ I really want/need to talk to someone about but I don't have many friends who are as into Mando let alone Star Wars as I am or read Din x reader inserts (hence why I'm here).

So this is my Bat-signal for anyone out there who's read Babysitting for an Alpha by Much_Ado_Abt_Novels and or An Exchange of Credits by ninaloveshiddles to slide into my DMs to cry, rage, and gush with me over how beautiful these fics are and how they've honestly been living in my head rent free these past few weeks. Especially An Exchange of Credits the last chapter has had me angsting and yearning all week and I could use a support buddy right now.

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