I Wish I Was A Writer So I Could Tell You Properly How Fucking Incredible This Is. You Should Be SO Proud.

reminiscing and thinking about how one of the reasons rogue one fucks so hard for me is bc the force is. like. just barely implied. to be there. jyn takes out her kyber necklace and prays for the imperials to let them pass. was that the force? was that just a happy coincidence? chirrut walks across a battlefield unscathed to reach the master switch. was that the force? just dumb luck? the rebels manage to escape vader by the absolute skin of their teeth. the force? sheer panic and willpower? like, hell yes. the force is in all living creatures, but how much of what happens in star wars is The Force, and how much of it is singular actions and sentient self-determination

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Put your head on my shoulder…

Hey bby! Congrats on the milestone!! Your work always makes me 🥺 (btw reading your boba fic is my origin story of how I am now a boba bucket fucker, so yeah thanks for the curse) and you deserve thousands more!

If you are free and inspired, how's NSFW prompt 32 for Din? Where din tells that to the reader heheeee luv ya~

VAL you’re gonna make me cry ily bb 🥺 💕 I’m getting younger Din vibes from this. Think Din before season 1 when he was working with Ran, Xi’an, and Qin. I hope you like it!

Rating: Explicit 18+

NSFW Prompt: “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: cockwarming, public sex, lap-sitting, breeding kink, creampie

The crew doesn’t know what to make of the Mandalorian.

He isn’t as deranged as the twins, which is a bonus; but he’s quiet, withdrawn, and seems to be a constant state of annoyance. For kriff’s sake, no one even knows his name. Everyone just calls him Mando.

While aloof, no one can deny he is a damn good bounty hunter. Ruthless and intentional, he works hard and that’s something that Ran appreciates. Hard work means more jobs, and more jobs means more credits. Mando gets the job done and only causes a fuss if someone else starts it, or if someone goes after you.

So when you sit in his lap after another successful mission, no one thinks much of it.

The cantina is surprisingly packed given the small population of the planet. Xi’an manages to find a naive local for the night, while the rest of you secure the last available booth. Sliding in, your skirts hike up in the Mandalorian’s lap as Ran and Qin start a game of Sabacc.

Mando rests one of his hands on your waist while the other runs along your exposed thigh. He is stoic, and if it weren’t for his wandering hands, you would think he fell asleep. His touch is torture — gloved fingertips dancing in lazy steps against your flesh. Up and down, back and forth, moving everywhere except where you want him.

You dare to grind your hips in a tiny circle against his cock. It’s the barest of movements, as much as you dare with Ran and Qin so close, but enough for Mando to respond by rocking his own against you.

Thankfully, the dim lights conceal your burning face and squirming body from the others. One look in your direction and they would know exactly what you and Mando are up to.

“Cheater!” Qin’s hand slams down on the table, making the sticky table rattle as Ran collects his winnings. Your pussy clenches from the sound, causing Mando to hiss a sharp breath, one that can almost pass as a moan.

If they heard, they did’t acknowledge it. Mando uses their obliviousness to his benefit. He rocks hips once more as Qin shuffles the cards for a rematch. Trying to play off your sigh as a yawn, you turn to bury your head in the cowl around his neck.

“Seven hells, Mando,” You whine, loud enough for only him to hear.

“Quiet.” He pinches your waist as a warning. He knows what he’s doing, keeping you sat on his cock and seeing how long you can last before you’re whining.

The hand on your thigh finally slinks towards your center until his thumb anchors itself to your clit, rubbing circles as you squirm against his thighs. You can feel him throbbing, the blunt head of his cock pushing against your walls. He has to feel your neediness, he has to. The sparking arousal is making your juices leak down and dampen his pants, you can feel the damp material scratching you.

One look from Qin or Ran and it’s all over…

He keeps rutting into you, picking up speed as the local band starts on another ballad. Their instruments drown out the loud chatter, and Mando uses it to his advantage. Dipping his head down, he presses the cold metal of his helmet to your cheek. Nothing odd or suspicious. No one is paying attention and even if they did, it would look like Mando is leaning in close to tell you something.

“The second we land in Alzoc, I’m renting the first room I find…”

His thumb moves faster against your clit as you squeeze him tight in a feeble attempt to stop his words, but he continues on without a break in his voice.

“I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

He continues on, hips moving against you so you feel every inch and ridge of his stiff cock. Praying the others can’t see the shudder running through you, you bite down on his cowl.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed and make you come over and over. Really make your pussy flutter.”

The growing pleasure makes your back tighten in anticipation. You’re so close, the edges of your mind start to burn as your sensibility turns to ash.

“I’ll fill you up so well you’ll be leaking for days. We’ll need to ask for a change of sheets.”

He makes you hopeless. You can’t keep the moans at bay any longer — they come out, muffled by his cowl and the music, but still strong enough for the skin on his neck to vibrate. You want to on Azloc, Nevarro, his ship, anywhere but here. Just somewhere far away so you can scream.

“You like that? You want me to fill you up? Claim that sweet little pussy as mine?”

Everything under his touch burns from impending bliss. He knows you too well considering how little you know about him. It’s as if he was born with the knowledge of how to make you feel this good.

“We’re not leaving that room until you’re fucking ruined. Cock dumb and full.”

Through the rush of his words and the heavy beats of the band, you start falling into disarray.

“You’re fucking mine, right? All mine. My fucked out beauty.”

You become liquid light.

Your orgasm rushes in tidal waves, setting your nerves off like tiny fireworks, as you tremble in his grip. You milk his cock, squeezing hard until he shudders from his own release.

You give him a final clench before pulling your head from the crook of his shoulder. Your eyes adjust to the bleary sight in front of you. Ran and Qin have their heads buried behind their cards, oblivious as Mando’s cum starts to leak out.

Exhaustion quickly weighs down on your bones, making you slump down against Mando’s large chest. His death grip on your waist loosens, but remains in place as he shuffles underneath your tired body.

Neither of you had really thought of what to do afterwards. He can’t exactly pull out and lift you off his lap without exposing the awful mess you two made, and eventually you’ll need to move.

But with you dozing off against him and Ran and Qin not interested in leaving any time soon, he settles back in his spot, relaxing just enough to enjoy your body pressed against him. He’ll figure it out later. He always does.

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Here’s Part 2 of my Paz Vizsla Brat Tamer Extraordinaire! You can find Part 1 here ☺️

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Daily Thots: Paz Vizsla Edition

I can’t stop thinking about brat-tamer King (second only to Boba) Paz Vizsla and @anxiety-riddled-mando’s brat-taming Paz fic has been on my

You head off to the center room of the covert, searching for someone specific

You find him, speaking with the Armorer about his pauldrons, needing to get his signet etched on them

You saunter over, swinging your hips knowing this moment couldn’t be any more perfect then it was already

“Djarin,” you purr, voice dropping an octave, “how’re you today?”

His head rears back a little, confused and surprised

(Like I said. Everyone knew you and Paz were a thing)

“I, uhh, guess I’m good. How are you?” He responds, trying to be polite

You hear a small huff come from the Armorers helmet and you suppose she probably knows the game you’re playing

But poor, sweet, Din doesn’t have a fucking clue

You run your fingers along his pauldrons, marking the places on them you think would be perfect for a signet

“Here, maybe? Or how about here?? I think it would look good no matter where you put it, Din,” you coo, batting your eyelashes at him

You’ve got a hand wrapped around his biceps and a hand tangled in the neck of his cowl when Paz finds you

His voice booms from the door, full of rage and annoyance

He didn’t expect you to take it this far and the fact that you have pisses him off and turns him on at the same time

He’s going to come up with a good fucking punishment for his disobedient little brat

“Djarin. Why are my girls hands all over you?” He snarls and you momentarily feel bad you dragged Din into your little game

But then Paz disregards you again, pushing you out of the way to grab Din

“Look, I don’t know. She came in here and started talking to me”

Paz growls, low and threatening and you roll your eyes at him

“If you have an issue with someone, have an issue with me,” you snap at him, tone aggressive and full of annoyance

“I came onto him, trying to get him to take me back to his room since you won’t,”

The Armorer chuckles fully at that and Paz’s visor snaps to you, attention fully on you for the first time all day

“What did you say, little one?” He’s deadly serious now, pissed and intimidating

You open your mouth to repeat your words but he hauls you up and over his shoulder before you get to speak

He stalks off, heading towards his own chambers in the back of the covert and you know you’re in for it

He flops you on the bed, as his hard, Beskar-covered body crawls over yours

“Did you need Daddy’s attention that bad? You needed to flirt with Din Djarin of all people?” He spits the name out of his mouth like it’s poison and you nod at him

“I told you, I need you and you ignored me,” you pout, lower lip sticking out

“Well you have it now, baby. But now I have to punish you for being a brat.”

He hauls you back off the bed, yanking your trousers down as well as your underclothes.

“Since this is your first real punishment, we’ll go easy. But be mindful that if you disobey again, I’ll be harder on you. I’m going to spank this pretty ass five times and you’re going to count them out loud for Daddy,”

He lays you over his strong thighs, ass up in the air as he massages the skin between his palms.

The first one catches you completely off guard, the size of his hands encompassing nearly your entire asscheek.

You cry out for him, forgetting entirely that you’re supposed to count until he prompts you.

“One”

His hand comes down hard on the other cheek and you cry out again, squeaking out a number 2 as your ass glows redhot

Again, his hand come down hard on the skin, this time stinging even worse than before from your previous spanks

“Three” you cry out, pussy clenching and surely dripping wet

Paz must read your thoughts, fingers swiping through your folds and he chuckles to himself

“Little one, you must like being spanked, this pussy is kriffing soaking for Daddy,”

The fourth spank comes without warning and you nearly forget to count it out, grinding the number out of your throat as you try not to moan

“Four”

The fifth spank you completely underestimate and Paz chuckles as you jump on his lap and spread your legs wider for him

It lands directly on your pussy, fingers glancing over your clit as you freely moan this time

“Took your punishment good baby, do you think you deserve a reward?” Paz asks, shuffling you so you’re facing him in his lap

You nod, ass glowing red and hot to the touch, pussy soaking wet.

“Daddy thinks so too baby, take your top off and I’ll reward you,” he promises, his armor clanking as he drops you on the bed and removes it

And reward you he does, making you come on his cock over and over again until you’re spent and sated across his chest

You giggle to yourself as you catch your breath, and he asks you what’s so funny

“If you fuck me like that, I might have to be a brat more often,” and you don’t miss the huff of amusement that comes from under his bucket

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The Bodyguard and the Betrothed - Chapter 1

Din Djarin x afab!reader

Rating: E | 3.5k words

You've always read that being a Princess has its perks, but you think whoever wrote that had to have been mistaken. As the third, unwanted daughter of the royal family of Hapuntep, your life isn't what you imagined when you were younger, still starry-eyed and full of hope.

So when a mysterious stranger shows up and rips you away from the only life you've ever known, you can't help but wonder - is your mundane life about to get better? Or... is it about to get a whole lot worse?

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Bodyguard!Din, some Violence (later on), Strangers to Lovers, and more tags to come!

AN: I feel most comfortable doing one-shots, so trying to step out of my comfort zone with a Bodyguard!Din romance. I have the general plotline written out, excited to share this story with you. (But fear not, there will be plenty of rated E action down the road!) Guessing about 10 chapters in total. ❤️

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Chapter 1 - The Stranger

As the long hours in near-isolation passed, you think back and realize that honestly, you should have seen this coming. In the past few months, you had noticed the whispers around the castle, the furtive looks, but you never dreamed they were directed at you.

Being part of the royal family of Hapuntep, there were certain… expected obligations. Your eldest sister had been betrothed since birth to a handsome prince from Indupar, a monarchical planet in the Ado Sector. Your second sister had married for love, a Lord from the mid rim planet of Ec Pand. And your younger brother - he was to inherit the kingdom, as the only son. He would be married as well, someday, but that was still many years away.

And you - well, you had not married. You had always been treated a little differently than your sisters, the forgotten middle child that was never wanted.

When you were younger, you thought perhaps it was the age gap. Your sisters were 8 and 10 when you were born and at their age, there was nothing interesting about a crying baby. You had assumed it was just that gap that had been stretched too far to cross, but as you got older, you started noticing some interactions that had escaped your younger mind.

They way they treated you, like you were a ghost. And then more specifically, the tone of voice they used when they actually did speak to you. The sneering lips and wrinkled noses as they implied that your parents didn’t want you.

“Daddy didn’t ask for another daughter. He wanted a son.” Your eldest sister had hissed in your ear, late at night, “But it was too late. You showed up, anyway.”

As you grew older, you then thought maybe it was because of your looks. You favored your mother, the same shade of hair and complexion. You thanked the Maker for that more than once when you were alone - otherwise you might have gotten your Father’s weak constitution or his small, watery eyes. It was a wonder that your mother had ever agreed to marry him, and you thought about that often as well.

Your sisters looked like copies of your father, down to the exact texture of hair. Your eyes were different though, the only one in the family with that shade, most likely a recessive gene. Was it jealousy, perhaps, sowed the seed that has lasted for years?

The rumors and theories changed over time, but the ending was always the same. A surprised, unwanted pregnancy. The black sheep. When your mother passed when you were 6 from a bout of Borotavi syndrome, the gap between you and your family only grew further apart, turning into a chasm.

Your father remarried soon after, a beautiful widower whose husband has also recently passed, and she became your stepmother. Your resemblance to your own mother was not lost on her, and there was no affection gained, despite your efforts.

A few years later, they had a child together, your brother Nikolas - the one saving grace in this wretched family. He inherited the best things from both, and somehow the two of you became close. He was your only real friend, the only person you could trust.

Overall, you made the best you could with your lot. You stayed tucked away, and out of sight. Afternoons were filled with quiet activities, reading, studying, academics, most of the time in your room. When you could, you snuck outside, sweet-talking the guards into teaching you fitness routines and self-defense lessons.

Nobody seemed to love you, besides your brother, but nothing was expected from you either. You were perfectly happy living a life of unbothered mediocrity. But all of that changed when he showed up. The day your life changed, forever.

——-

The day had started perfectly normal, not one that would have stuck out in your mind as anything special. You were up with the sun, the light creeping in through the blinds as you hurry into the adjoined refresher to wash up for the day. Even though it was early, you cherished the quiet moments in the castle before everyone started moving around. Yes, it’s true that you were left alone for the most part, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t hear everything going on throughout the day.

Sinking into the basin, you let the water wash over you, enjoying the warmth while it lasted. After you scrubbed yourself clean, you grab the bound book, dog-eared and battered, from the small side-table and find your place from where you left off yesterday.

You stay submerged as long as you can, lost in another world, until your skin prickles from the cold, toes puckered from the water.

Stepping out, you dress yourself in a plain tunic and trousers before heading back to your room. This time you grab another book, a heavy, leather-bound thing from the large table near your small, but efficient, fireplace. This one was borrowed, and you had to make sure you returned it this morning before it was missed. You weren’t forbidden from leaving your room, but you had learned a long time ago it was better to just stay out of sight when possible.

Tucking the book into your bag, you open your door, just enough to peek an eye outside. When the coast is clear, you sneak down the hallway, and into the library.

The large library is quiet, and you have no problem slipping the missing novel back onto the shelf, and picking out another from the opposite side of the room. It goes back into your bag, and then you’re off in search of some sustenance.

Winding your way down the stone steps, you make your way to the kitchen. The room is busy like usual, but there’s always a little cheese, meat, and bread tucked to the side for you. It’s been years since you attended a formal lunch, you always made excuses when you could, and no one ever requested your presence.

One of the cooks, an older man that you had always gotten along with, bumps you with his hip as you’re grabbing the small stash they saved for you. He gives you a conspiratorial wink, and shows you the cloth he has in his hand, containing half a dozen small sweet rolls. He sneaks them next to your other food, giving your shoulder a friendly pat as he moves past you.

You give him a smile and a genuine thanks, taking the cloth-wrapped bundle and tucking it into the pocket of your bag. One or two were for you, of course, you had a major sweet tooth, but the rest were for your brother, if you happened to see him today.

But you didn’t run into him, even though you took the long, winding path back to your room. Part of you wondered if they were keeping him busy on purpose, you had barely seen him lately. He did have lessons, but surely they’d give him a break sometime. You made a note to dedicate tomorrow to tracking him down.

--

Back in your room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent on small hobbies, and then you decided to take a nice, long nap. There’s a low, droning sound as you doze, and your lids crack open as the sound registers in your sleepy brain.

It was the sound of a ship approaching the hangar. Ships in this area were unusual, most of the time they used the public landing pad a few miles down the road, past the south end of town. The one near the castle was private, for the royal family and guests, only. And you hadn’t heard anything about any guests.

You can see the ship touching down from your balcony door, it looked rough, still flying, but rough. Unlatching the lock, you creep outside to watch, the loud droning dying out as the ship touches down and turns off.

A ramp extends from the side, and a figure steps out, the sun glinting off some sort of armor they are wearing. It’s shiny, a chrome-like metal that you can see even from your current distance. They converse with one of the mechanics that approaches him, and after a few minutes as he points an arm towards town. The figure nods, and starts moving out of the hanger and towards that direction.

Achingly curious, you sneak back inside, latching the door behind you. You root around in the chest by your bed, throwing on a brown, threadbare cloak, pulling the hood up over your head.

Sneaking out should in theory be easy, there was hardly anyone in the back staircase, and it lets you out into the side of the garden. Luck seems to be on your side today, and you make it out and through the garden without incident.

By the time you make it down the long pathway to the city, the figure is quite a bit ahead of you. Fortunately for you, they stick out in the shiny metal, even the afternoon shadows creeping in can’t seem to touch it.

They are deep in the market district when you catch up, currently perusing a seemingly vacant stall, the shelves stacked with general goods. The stall is tucked towards the edge of the district, away from most of the foot traffic. The owner of the stall isn’t even visible, but you’re sure they’re behind the cloth canopy draping across the back half.

You stop short, using the shadows of a neighboring stall to watch as they work their way across the countertop, making small, neat stacks of rations and dried meats.

Their movements are subtle, hands ghosting over piles of items in search of whatever supply list they had in their head. You observe quietly for a while, and jump when you hear an almost-robotic sounding voice break the relative quiet.

“Can I help you?” Their tone is flat, the unexpected sound coming from the person in armor in front of you.

You twist your head, looking up and down the aisle to see who he’s talking to. The stall owner has still not stepped out, most likely conversing with their neighbor.

“You, girl. In the shadows.” He clarifies - you assume they’re male from the deep pitch of their voice.

Freezing, you watch as his head turns giving you a good look at his profile. He makes a sound, almost like a sigh, “I can see you. Come on out.”

Oh. He’s talking to you.

You step out of the shadows, walking slowly over towards the booth. He watches you quietly, waiting until you’re standing a few feet away.

You had read about Mandalorians a bit, in some of the older books in the library. There wasn’t a lot about them, from what you understood a lot of their history was passed down orally. But you had never thought you’d get to see one, much less meet one for that matter.

Suddenly aware of your manners, from years of etiquette shoved down your throat, you flush slightly at your own rudeness.

“I apologize,” your nose wrinkles, “It was rude of me to stare, I’ve just never seen a Mandalorian before.”

His head turns back to look at the stall, his voice quiet as he answers, “We do not come to the Mid Rim very often.”

It’s not an outright dismissal, so you tentatively take a step closer. You try to glance subtly at him, taking in what you can as he continues to browse.

He’s tall, a little more than a head taller than you with the armor, and broad-shouldered. His armor gleams, painstakingly polished, and his long cloak, tattered at the ends, catches the slight breeze in the air.

“What, uh,” You offer, when it becomes clear he’s not going to ask you anything. “What brings you to town?”

His hands pick up another small puck of rations, adding it to the stack in his hands. He seems to think about this for a moment, before replying, “Work.”

“Oh.” You hip leans against the edge of the stall, and you pivot to look at him, “Looking for work?”

He shakes his head as he clarifies, “I am here for my employer.”

You want to ask what he does, why he would be here. Your planet is small, and not nearly as technically-advanced as the most of the planets in the Middle and Inner Rim. The was a scattering of settlements across the land, this city being the biggest. But the entire population of the planet would be dwarfed in a city such as Coruscant, or so you’ve been told.

“You’re not a bandit, are you?” You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow, “Or a gangster?”

He probably wasn’t, but over the past few years, the overall crime had risen drastically. Small crime organizations had begun to set up small camps around the bigger-sized cities in the area, harassing the citizens for money in exchange for protection. You knew this because you had heard your Father talk about it, about the pressure of keeping the peace when cities were getting attacked at night.

His head swivels slowly to look at you, his annoyance almost palpable. You flash a smile, and he seems to realize you were teasing him, because he makes noise that sounds like a huff.

“No, I am not.”

“If you’re not a bandit, then what do you do?”

“Are you always so talkative?” His voice is short, and you pause.

“Well, no-” you hesitate, voice immediately apologetic. Your brow crinkles as you look at him, confidence rapidly waning, “I, uh- don’t get to talk that much, actually. Not really supposed to.”

His helmet fully turns to the side now, tilting down towards you. It’s unnerving, looking into the dark tint of a visor, not being able to see a face for context.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, “Not supposed to?”

You shrug, one shoulder lifting and then dropping casually. It would be stupid to tell this man who you are, and you already have been a little too open with this stranger.

A woman steps up to the stall, from a low pile of pillows in the back, saving you from answering. She is old and stooped, hair white with age and long, shining like starlight.

“Sorry dearie,” her voice is birdlike, eyes kind beneath wrinkles of wisdom. “I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

You smile at her, asking her a few questions about how her day was going, as the Mandalorian stacked his purchases in front of her. She tallies them up carefully, whispering figures under her breath as she does.

Before she can give a price, you are rooting around in your bag, pulling out a fistful of credits which you pass to her. You’re not sure how much his rations cost, but you figure you’re probably pretty close.

“They’re on me, for your patience.” Your head tilts as you eye the Mandalorian, your practiced tone almost hiding the embarrassment in your voice. Almost.

“No,” The woman’s hand closes around yours, trying to push some of the credits back, “No, it’s too much-”

“Please.” You turn towards her, smiling gracefully. “Please, for taking up so much of your time today.”

Her hand relaxes, drawing the stack quickly into her pouch. The woman’s eyes meet yours, shining in the afternoon light, “Thank you milady, your kindness won’t be forgotten.”

The Mandalorian is silent next to you, his hands the only thing that moves as he tucks the purchases into the bag slung across his chest. He moves then, giving the woman a short bow of his helmet as he steps out into the walkway again.

“Thank you.” He offers quietly.

He seems to hesitate for a moment, and you’re getting ready to just walk away when he asks, “My ship requires a few mechanical parts, can you point me towards a stall that carries that?”

It’s as close to an apology as you’re going to get, but you take it. You smile with a nod, gesturing with your hand for him to follow you.

--

You don’t learn much more about him as he browses another stall, just that he’s from the Outer Rim, he’s had his ship for a long time, and that he really is there for work, but won’t tell you what.

And that he’s only here until tomorrow, which for some reason makes your stomach twist in disappointment.

The two of you found a stall that had the things he wanted, old pre-empire engine parts for ships. He’s been making a small stack of wiring and mechanical pieces. You have no idea what any of it is, but you still try to help him look, plucking out wires and pieces in the shape he describes.

He finally seems done, a neat pile of parts gathered in front of him as the owner of the stall steps forward.

Before you can offer he’s shaking his head, “I got this, you can’t pay for everything.”

You shrug, hands dropping from your bag. He’s gathering his things and you’re just standing there, debating your next move.

He’s not grumpy, but he’s guarded. But he hasn’t chased you away or dismissed you yet, and although he seems to edit his answers, he does give them.

“Can I walk with you back to your ship?” You summon your courage to ask, “You’re at the northern hanger right?”

You phrase this as a guess - as if you didn’t know, as if you hadn’t been watching him land.

He’s clearly done with shopping, but you’re not ready to leave him yet. The only other person that talks to you regularly is your brother, and he’s been too busy to spend much time with you these past few days. Even his edited answers are a welcome break in your stir-crazy mind.

“Are you sure that’s a smart question?” He counters, but he pauses, turning to face you. “Isn’t it dangerous, walking that far out of the city this late?”

“No, the hangar is close to where I live. And aren’t Mandalorians supposed to be honorable?”

“Some are.” He allows.

“Are you?”

The two of you look at each other for a long moment, before he slowly nods his head.

You huff, “Then how can I be in danger if I’m walking with the most dangerous man in the city?”

He makes a noise, a low hum that almost sounds amused. But then he nods, a short jerk of his head, “Fine. Let’s go.”

You let him lead the way, weaving through the mostly-empty streets as the sun sets. The stalls are closing up, only the taverns and inns staying open at night. By now, your questions are used up, and you can’t think of anything else to ask.

He actually asked you a few questions as well while the two of you walked. If you really live near the hanger, what you were doing in town, but you answered just as vaguely as he did.

The walk, which usually seemed to take forever, seems to be done in just mere minutes. You follow him in, walking over to the large ship near the front.

You hadn’t been on a ship before, and your eyes swept over it greedily for a moment before you realize the Mandalorian was looking at you.

Well, this was it.

“It was nice meeting you, Mandalorian.” You smile, your hands twisting behind you back as you rock on your heels.

“You as well.” His head dips, just a fraction, “Hurry home now, little bird.”

Your heart pounds, eyes trying to soak up as much as you can before you’re turning, feet taking you back towards the pathway. You tell yourself not to look back, but before you step out of the hanger you risk one last glance.

He’s still standing there, gloved hand resting on the smooth side of his ship, body still as stone.

Your head snaps forward again, a flush staining your cheeks as you step back onto the worn dirt road. Looking straight ahead, you don’t look back again as you make your way towards the side of the castle.

When you get back to your room, you change into your sleeping clothes before sliding under the covers. Pulling your favorite book from the stack by your bed, you settle in to read the current chapter.

Despite your efforts, the words twist and blur in front of you, eyes unfocusing as you think about the stranger, the Mandalorian, that was for some reason in your city.

The smooth baritone of his voice, his easy grace when moving. How dangerous he probably was, but how kind he had been to you. He was interesting, the most interesting person you had ever met, even though he had barely told you anything about him.

A long while had passed before you noticed you were looking at the top of the page, still stuck on the first line. Shaking your head, you force those other thoughts out of your mind.

You’re never going to see him again, anyways. Better not to dwell on it.

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