These are just a few one-shots, head cannons, and stuff. :)) Please do not request Smut from me.
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Man- I just write stories about hot spacemen.
He gave him away.. To the Jedi. He had so many feelings in that moment.. All melding into one. Hurt was the feeling... He'd never felt Hurt that way before.. Like it was tearing and ripping through his breaking heart as he watched the thing he'd fought so hard to get back be taken away from him once again.. But he told himself it was for the best, like he was told that Grogu had a lot of potential. Din most definitely he believed it.
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He stared back at Grogu as both him and the Jedi stepped into the elevator.. Making eye contact just one last time before the door sealed closed. Before then his eyes had began to somewhat tear up as now he was trying to subside that with the pads of his gloves as he turned to the side, bending down to pick up his helmet.. Hesitantly he did so. He could feel all the eyes in the room on him.. He just wanted to leave. To Kriff with the Dark-saber, he only wanted to just throw this so called "Power" in the airlock and into the endless space outside. Din didn't have the slightest idea of how he'd get off this ship, Alone. His mind was clouded with a sadness that wouldn't just go away.. He needed time, Lots of it. He needed time alone to think and to cope with what had just happened.. The Razor Crest was gone and so was.. Grogu. His head then began to wander as he thought of that once more before placing the helmet back on just as he saw from the windows, The X-Wing had gone. "I'm leaving." He said as a statement. No one ever chimed in at that.. Cara was speechless and so the others. Why was he even wearing the helmet anymore.. It was tainted by the creed that he so forth broken twice. Din didn't care one bit.. Both times were for the creed and so on. If he didn't deserve to be called a Mandalorian after that then so be it. However he did still have the Dark-saber even then as he was walking down the hall as he pressed the button of the elevator making the door open right up. He stepped into at as the door once more sealed behind him.
(In the hangar)
Din looked around, scanning the area for a non-damaged Tie-Fighter only to find that there was one specifically in good condition. One that looked to be Moff Gideons in particular because it had stood out from the rest of the fleet by far. He decided as a good nod he would take the Tie-Fighter and just.. Disappear to who knows where.. Just possibly he would run away to somewhere nice. Somewhere untouched by the empire and the resistances clutches. That place was where she lived.. This girl he had met when he started this whole journey. He knew that the only place that he could confide in now was with her.. Any place with her. She'd been with him ever since he'd came to Nevarro for that first bounty.. He talked to her anytime he could, even when he was just flying the crest when Grogu had been there napping. He could talk to her.. Din felt like he could trust them woman as she trusted him with her life. The Woman that he saved and in return she saved him. It was.. Mutual respect for one another. Though afterward, (Y/N) decided that it was best that she worked from the sidelines from now on and not directly in field. So.. She went to live on this quiet village planet that was quite actually beautiful.
And so.. That's where he went.
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The Tie-Fighter landed in a clearing not very far from the village.. But it was a bit of a far shot because he'd only been here once in the last few years. From what he seen from flying over it.. It hadn't changed all that much.. He did hope that she was still here.
And luckily she was, (Y/N) was still alive.
(Your Pov)
(Y/N) lead an honest life here, well as honest as it could be necessarily. She was no ordinary woman, she was force sensitive. Though she couldn't use the said force powers.. She could only feel them through emotions. (Y/N) was able to feel the emotions of others. Sometimes it was painful to feel the emotions of others.. Especially ones who felt sorrow, hurt, anger and betrayal. Whenever she first met The Mandalorian, she could feel his frustration.. Frustrated with what? She had no idea.
She saw the Tie-Fighter land not too far away into the grass fields. She could feel certain emotions seeping from it though the clear air.. She knew who this was.. She could feel it.
A man clad in the dented beskar came walking through the tree line right infront of where your hut sat. He carried himself a different way now.. You could notice that. "Mando?" You'd call out to the seemingly tin-can. His Visor then came to face your direction, his eyes drinking in your appearance like he'd not seen you in eons. Din then came towards you, padding through the tall grass until he came to stop a few feet away from you. "Mando.." Your voice softened.. He didn't need to speak because before the Crest was blown up, he was talking about returning Grogu to the Jedi. You could assume that much because of how sad you felt in that moment.
"When you choose to walk the way of the Mandalore.." He spoke with that monotone voice, sucking in a sharp breath as he lifted his hands to release the clasps of his helmet which let out a quiet hiss. Then letting the helmet drop from his grasp onto the ground.
"You've given away all feeling."
A/N: So my friends.. We can go about this one or two ways. We can just leave it at this or we can get a happy ending.
Vote: Leave it at this = Nosir Happy ending = Yessir
