Helmet - A Mandalorian Story

Helmet - A Mandalorian Story

Author: mae-the-4th

Fandom: The Mandalorian/Star Wars

Timing: A few weeks after Season 1 of The Mandalorian

Warnings: none, just a bunch of fluff and a bit of angst

Author's Note: It's about time I wrote a new story! Felt like doing a Mandalorian one. I hope I do these characters justice. Please feel free to correct anything I may have gotten wrong. Enjoy!

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The Razor Crest was quiet, the humming of the engines the only noise. The kid was asleep in his box, and Din could finally have a moment to himself.

His helmet stood proudly next to the bowl of soup on the table, silently judging the walls and ceiling of the ship. It's owner sat behind it, bare-headed, sipping soup and thinking over what the Armourer had said just those few weeks back.

She had told him that the Child was a foundling - specifically, his foundling. He would protect it, care for it, perhaps train it someday.

In other words, Din Djarin, fierce Mandalorian warrior, fearing throughout the galaxy, was a father.

Din was certainly familiar with the Mandalorian foundling program - he had been one himself, many years ago. Any child alone and without a family, the Mandalorians would take them in as one of their own, no questions asked.

This is the Way.

Din rubbed his temples and sighed. He had always been aware that he might be in charge of his own foundling one day - but not so suddenly or under such circumstances. Yet he couldn't find any regret or reluctance in him faced with looking after the kid. The womp rat was useful in a tough spot - the fact that Din was sitting in his ship, alive, was proof of that fact. And, yes, the kid was cute. Din could admit he had a soft spot for the green creature, anyone could see that. In a recent hologram transmission with Cara, she had pointed out that exact fact herself.

The almost daily transmissions with Nevarro was a distraction both occupants of the Razor Crest looked forward to. Greef Karga would update Din on the latest events - constantly praising Cara on her job as his enforcer, even though she protested that she was just doing her job. Her modesty was definitely something Din liked about her. Usually, Din and Cara would take up the most time during the transmission, chatting long into the night about recent events, the kid, and past battles. Occasionally, when topics were particularly hard, they would both break out a bottle of spotchka. On one of those nights, Cara had admitted to Din that it was nice to talk about past battles with him. That it brought some sort of closure for her, in a way. After almost no hesitation, Din agreed. He told her that he trusted her, both with his life, and with his past. He told her things that he'd never told anyone before.

He told her about his family. He told her about his life before he put on his helmet.

And Cara, recognising his trust in her, replied with stories of her life on Alderaan. Of her dream to be a healer before she became a killer.

Any time these stories came out into the open, Din slept easy that night, knowing her could trust his comrade, his best friend.

Din sighed again, rubbing the stubble on his chin. It was late, or at least the clock that showed Nevarro time told him it was. Din quickly finished his soup, reaching for his helmet-

And froze. And stared.

The kid stared back.

Din's eyes flickered down to his helmet, the visor accusing. His eye jerked back to the kid, breath hitching. Wide brown eyes flitted over Din's features and his wrinkled forehead furrowed.

An eternity later, Din finally found a way to work his mouth.

"Kid," he croaked. "Um-"

His voice seemed to have jostled the kid from his scrutiny, because the child took a step forward, a big grin on his face and holding out hands to be picked up. Not knowing what to do, Din just stared at him - until he thunked his helmet down onto the table and flopped onto his chair, his head in his hands. Fingers gripped dark hair and Din realised his hands were shaking. The kid toddled over and grabbed his leg.

"Da?"

Din barely heard him. All he could think about was how he had broken his oath - how he betrayed the last few remaining members of his Creed. He had let a living creature see his bare face.

"Da?"

His whole life was now a lie. Every ounce of respect he had worked for was now gone. He could never place his helmet back onto his head. He could never call himself a Mandalorian again.

"Da!"

Din peered through his fingers down at the kid. Tiny arms clung to his leg and he stared up at the man. The grin that was there before had vanished, confusion and worry replacing it. Din slowly reached down and picked the kid up.

"Don't worry about me kid. You shouldn't have to worry. That's my job as a father."

Father.

He was the kid's father.

Din choked back a sudden laugh, a disbelieving smile adorning his face. The kid cocked his head.

"I'm your dad! We're literally family! No rules about helmets there." The kid gurgled. "That means I can put it back on, kid. That means I can still be me." Din looked over at his discarded helmet. Unconsciously he tightened his grip on his kid, hugging him to his chest. The little womp rat smooshed his face into his shoulder in reply, a giggle escaping him. Leaning back and reaching up, Din's kid ran a three-fingered hand over his father's face, feeling the stubble on his chin. His hand moved upwards to the mustache - and pulled.

"Ow!" Din laughed. "That hurts, kid. But honestly, I don't mind much. It's about time you saw the real me."

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FIN

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It’s been some kind of really long difficult rescue and the only food waiting for him at home has probably been cooked by Grandma so I can’t really blame him for this but… Scott you probably shouldn’t eat pie while trying to fly…

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4 years ago

I LOVE HOW VIRGIL IS PAINTING HIS DAD.

I had to rewind numerous times just to re-watch this bit over and over.

Reckon he’s painting him so that Jeff can hang on the wall next to the rest of them? (behind Virg in that gif)

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4 years ago

To Those Who Need To Hear This...

PLEASE READ

Yes, this is about Star Wars, but this rant is also about feminism and the blatant disregard for women that I saw today.

Many of you don't know this, but I am a huge (female) Star Wars fan and have been for years. Ask me any question about Star Wars, and 9 times out of 10 I'll be able to answer it. I've seen each movie and episode multiple times each and can quote many lines, as well as being the proud owner of merch.

I was watching Star Wars TikTok compilations on YouTube, and I came across one that I immediately hated. It was a “How Girls Watch Star Wars” and “How Boys Watch Star Wars” TikTok. At the start, three boys pretended to be girls ‘watching’ Star Wars. All three boys had felt the need to put pillows up their shirts to be ‘breasts’. One boy was touching his set and they all had put on voices that sounded dumb. These voices supposedly imitated a girls. In the second part, the boys were supposedly ‘being themselves’ and ‘doing what all boys do when they watch Star Wars’: quoting and acting out that famous scene of Obi-Wan vs Anakin/Darth Vader.

I could easily see a few problems here.

1.       Girls SHOULD NOT EVER be seen as just a pair of breasts or something similar. They should NEVER be seen as something other than an equal person. Pretending to be a girl and touching ‘breasts’ and portraying us as dumb is not okay. It never has been, never will be.

2.       I know many girls who can do, and easily will do (myself included), the same things these boys did in their video, in the “How Boys Watch Star Wars” section. I know many girls who will quote and re-enact scenes from Star Wars. I also know many girls who will also quote and re-enact scenes from Marvel, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Lord of the Rings, DC, the Hobbit, Game of Thrones, Thunderbirds, Pirates of the Caribbean, and many, many others. There are thousands, if not millions of girls who can and will do this.

3.       Girls also don’t just see a movie for the cute or hot guys in it. We want to see the swordfights, we want to see the shoot-outs, we want to see the movie for what it is. Again, I know so many girls who are like this, including myself.

4.       SOME BOYS DON’T LIKE STAR WARS. Shocker, right TikTok boys? A friend of mine who is a guy hasn’t even seen Star Wars, while another one hates it. And look! Some girls don’t like or haven’t seen Star Wars either! But, unlike what the boys in this TikTok said, THEY ARE EQUAL AND THEY HAVE A RIGHT TO THEIR DISLIKE.

This tiny, insignificant video may not have made a difference to a viewer’s life, but I hate seeing something like that video up there with no one saying anything about the blatant inequality and sexualisation against women. Unfortunately, I keep seeing this same classification of women a lot in social media, with almost every instance being made by a boy. I’m sick of it, and I’m sure many other women are too.

Give us the respect we deserve, guys.


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No no no what are you doing to poor Virg!

The Tattoo (Part one)

The Tattoo (Part One)

Okay, this one is purely @vegetacide​ ‘s fault. She suggested a plotline. I volunteered to write it.

And because it involves both of us, it is Virgil!whump :D Though admittedly the Virgil!whump is only a plot device to lead to the main part of the story, but somehow I managed to write 1880 words of it anyway.

Warnings: Language warning for the first line. Virg was under some strain at that moment. Non-graphic whump.

Many thanks to @vegetacide​ @scribbles97​ and @i-am-chidorixblossom​ for readthroughs and various cheerleading :D ::hugs you lots::

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“Fuck!”

Virgil closed his eyes and tried not to puke.

Even without sight, he could sense the hangar spinning around him. He had to swallow repeatedly as his left arm and shoulder, tangled above him, screamed.

His head spun in the opposite direction to the hangar and he had to swallow again.

But he had to open his eyes.

Had to.

So, he did.

The rock walls spun slowly past him. So familiar, just not from this angle.

Ow.

Ow.

Shit.

The air was cool over the heat in his skin. He looked down. It was a mistake and he had to force his stomach under control again as the concrete floor and his toolkit, so far below, danced in and out of focus.

It was his safety line that had saved him from joining his tools.

He let out a painfilled breath.

It was a bat. A damned bat that must have found Two’s tail plane a convenient place to roost overnight, but had objected to Virgil’s intrusion. It had flown at him in a panic. He hadn’t expected it, had reacted badly, took a misstep, and over he went.

The world still lazily rotated past.

Carefully, he looked up at his arm, almost afraid to see what he would find. He could guess by the amount of pain he was in, but confirmation was going to suck.

Backlit by the overhead light shaft and the red of Two’s rear thrusters, the safety line was looped around his wrist, cutting the circulation off to his hand. Every joint in the limb all the way down to his shoulder was screaming.

Because it wasn’t the carbine at his waist that had taken his sudden wrenching halt mid-air, it was his arm.

He let out a groan. There was no doubt that he had likely dislocated his shoulder again. The pain was far too familiar for it to be anything else.

He let another moment pass before gathering himself. He couldn’t stay here. The thought of his brothers finding him like this was embarrassing. Gordon was never going to let it go.

So bats weren’t one of his favourite animals. Sure, they could be considered cute, in a snarly kind of way, but Virgil had never liked their smell or their ability to scare the living crap out of him.

Just like this.

Gordon was going to laugh his ass off.

Falling off his own Thunderbird because of a stupid bat.

The world continued its lazy spin.

He forced himself to focus. He could retract the safety line. This would pull him back up to Two and he should be able to clamber onto her fuselage and make it back to her overhead hatch.

But first he had to untangle his arm.

This was going to hurt.

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Oh WOW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Such a good job!! Will there be more fics from you? Please?!

Father Figure

Hi everyone. So I happened to be up at 3am the other morning and this was the result. It has been many years since I wrote anything and this is far from perfect but it was a much needed distraction for my sleep deprived brain and I thought that, encouraged by she who encourages all @gumnut-logic​ I’d fling it up here. I’ve tried to proof it but my brain likes to leave embarrassing mistakes I’ll spot moments after posting. Going to go hide behind the sofa now. 

Scott stood on the balcony, his eyes fixed on the silhouette of the giant ship that would carry them to find their father. The sun sinking below the horizon proved a dramatic background to the impressive structure. Resting his forearms on the railing he swirled the liquid in his almost empty glass.

So many thoughts threatened to swallow him up. Failure wasn’t an option but always in those brief moments of circumspection that washed over him in the quiet moments, he found himself clamping down hard on the fear and doubt that threatened at the edges of his mind. He scrubbed a hand over his face. He felt weary in that moment.

His brothers had all gone their separate ways quickly after the debrief of the dramatic run in with the crablogger earlier. He suspected that their readiness to disappear was less to do with respect for his order that they go rest and more because they too wanted time to process the sheer magnitude of what they were about to do.

The future of everything would be decided with the launch of the behemoth.

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