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Led me to write this

Those words, words said callously, without thought. after all words hadn't mattered before. Deku never listened before... but not this time.

Deku didn't come back to school after that. Aunty Inko came over cried to The Old Hag a lot more, all before just leaving as I started UA.

But that last day, I remember her glare. the anger in her eyes, and it hurt so much more than I ever thought.

I didn't know it, but Deku had let go. Had suffered more than anyone knew that day. Landing in the cruel hands of Stain.

Taking the shattered pieces of the Nerd and creating something sharp and harsh. Something dangerous, destroying the kind curious, fanboy.

Making a lethal and dangerous Assassin who lived to ideals similar to Stain. Stain may be in Tartarus, but Deku still stalked heroes.

Hunted and tormented heroes in a way, that if they survived, they would remember always. They quit, leaving because they knew he would be back.

Deku always came Back.

So yo, Had this commissioned by a lovely artist coldishcase, he’ll be posting these pictures again. His art is great. Fighting.

It’s a constant for a Mandalorian. No matter where the Mandalorian was, there was always a fight happening close by. It brought forth a battle sense, a ferialness to ones actions. See, predict, adapt. Never waste a movements. Never waste a spangle ounce of energy.

The clankers were aiming for another enemy that was not me. Didn’t stop me from crushing them right next to the strange storm troopers. There were others who held laser swords. Jedi maybe, either way they fought with the Storm Troopers. No wonder they were enemies with the Mando’s of old.

A cry, soft but there. Care for a child so long had the soft sound loud to his ears when it was almost drowned in the sounds of combat. It didn’t even register the lifting of the dark saber in his left hand. Blaster pistol in his left. The Storm troopers backed off. Growing warry while the droids now targeted me. Didn’t matter. All that mattered was the child crying.

The child was huddled in a small cave clutching a Mandalorian helmet close as he silently cried. I needed nothing else. This was a Mandalorian ad. And their Buir was gone. He was lucky the combat had moved off.

“Ad,” I called, deactivating the saber. The child’s face jolting up at the Mamdo'a. “Come.” Holding my hand out to him. He sat frozen for a moment. Before moving. Launching himself against my front. Clutching the helmet tightly in one hand and my middle with the other. Securing the child I jumped. The jet pack coming alive and we took off leaving the active battle field.

Chapter Three

The scent of distressed Omega hit Din hard just as he stepped out of his room. Instinct kicked into gear and he was moving before his mind was fully into it. 

Coming to the sight of two alphas and three betas surrounding the source of the scent had Din seeing red. He roared the Alpha's turning to answer the roar. The ringleader was the first to fall to Din's fists. The pack surging up against the pissed maybe feral alpha of a dark trooper only to fall. 

It was only when the blond jewel was sliding between him and a beta he was holding up by the cuff of his shirt. The Alpha's fist raised.

"Move Omega." Din growled low. Watching the Omega advert his eyes for a moment before meeting his gaze in defiance. 

"No," Din raised his head a little. Fist lowering just a little. The Mandalorian in him preening a little at the strength of this empire omega.

"No?" Din spoke with a questioning rumble. Still more alpha than solder. 

"No, back up." 

"They dishonor you, Omega" Din growled low. Looking at the sniveling mess behind the Omega.

"My name is Luke! Not Omega!" The omega snapped. Drawing Din's attention again. "Now let him go!" The alpha slowly, letting go of the beaten up meat sack of an alpha. 

"Have I dishonored you as well?" Din rumbled in question. Trying to control himself again, but the scent of more alphas coming had him growl. Turning to look down the hall. It was his own team that turned the corner. 

Din growled low, about to pounce when Luke reached out. Grabbing his helmet. Causing him to go still and silent. Slowly Luke moved. Moving between Din and the ones that the Alpha in Din screamed danger. He jumped at Luke brushing his wrist against Din's neck. Rubbing there an attempt of appeasement. An attempt that was fitting as the two were barely more than acquaintances.

"Alpha," Luke spoke softly. "It's okay." Luke soothed just as softly. Slowly Din relaxed. Slowly reaching out. Gently his hands moved over Luke. Not sexually, but to assess. Looking for discomfort or pain. Finding nothing more than a bruise on the side of his face. This was enough for him to finally calm down. Din reached up taking Luke's hand.

 "I am called Grim, Luke." Offering his cover name that he had earned since recruitment.

Chapter Two (of the story you are all bugging me for)

Din hefts his bag a little higher. Helmet on tight. He had spent the whole trip here working on fixing the damned Hud and it was still giving him trouble. The rest of his squad in relaxed dress messing with each other, ignoring ‘Grim’ As they had taken to calling him Grim. It had been all too easy for the Mandalorian to be taken as a fanatic and loyal to the ‘Empire ’. His way of often using his hands to kill or the killing blows taking hours to actually kill the target, but it still being a promising death. The perfect alpha. The rest of the team a group of two other alphas, one male one female and two male betas.

As Din continued to look over the data pad in his hand attempting to pick out the hidden meaning behind the current message from his ‘family’ he felt someone collide with his chest. Reflexively Din let go of the bag strap, catch and steady the one before him.  Closing the pad to hide away the message while looking into what hit him. Mind going fast as he was already debating on how to end or hurt the person in his grip. A small crash at his feet. Blinking in surprise as he saw the blond man in his hold. Blue eyes looking into his visor. 

“Oh very sorry, wasn’t paying much attention on were I was going.” The short blond blue eyed mechanic, by the looks of it, apologized. The man a jewel he wasn't expecting to find in a place like this. Small and his scent reached Din's nose through the helmet filter. The omega's scent sweet in his nose. The omega quite comfortable, and scent showing no sign of distress.

“Sunshine! Get back to work!” A supervisor yelled. A beta by the look of it. The man turning, and the grip on him vanishing. Letting him go. Something that Grim hadn’t done to any who had bumped into him before. While he would beat up Alphas and Betas with no hesitation. His Mandalorian training not even letting him think of harming the small omega.

“Coming,” The man shouted. “Sorry again.” He kneeled down gathering his tools before taking off. Din watching him go. 

“Yo Grim, let’s go,” The one female of the team whined at him. One of the other Alpha's that he had already beaten up in a dominance display. As he turned back he saw the rest of his ‘Team’ waiting. He sighed before following after them. It had already been a system year. He couldn't wait for it to be over.

Chapter One (of the story you are all bugging me for)

“Why me,” Din asks, looking at both Princess Leia and his Armorer, his Ador, leader. 

“You are unknown, as a foundling there are no records of your face or medical records. Only your name,” The Armorer answered her Beroya, bounty hunter, and the Clans provider.

“Also, you have no known ties. Most rebels do,” Leia spoke adding in. 

“What of the Creed, there's a possibility,” for my helmet to be removed. It went unsaid his worry at being surrounded by their enemies and demasked. Of becoming dar’manda Looking to the Armorer for guidance. 

“Exceptions have been made in the past, for this mission such things will be again, but once your mission is complete you must wear the armor fully once more.” 

“Yes, Ador,” bowing his head a little. “I will see the mission through.” Understanding the importance of this. That this mission could bring stability for his people and maybe the return of his peoples homeland with the aid of the Rebellion/New Republic. 

It was all breaking. The headaches wouldn't leave. The screams and yells. The black laser sword had been a calm in the storm. The song it softly sang fast but even. The song he couldn’t hear now.

Of course, of course there had to be an attack now. Now when he still needed to be alert. When there was danger. Danger to his clan of two. When he had finely found the jedi. When the mission was over. Just as he got his son back.

'Buir'

he could admit it he wanted to be selfish. To tell the jedi no, but, he can't, the creed demanded.

The yells only got louder. It hurt. Buffeting his soul with pain it wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't it stop!?

'BUIR!' The pain was suddenly gone. Warmth and a sense of safety washing away the overwhelming heat and pain for something just a little more comforting. The calm.

Taking in a few shuttered breaths helped. Helped to ease some of the lingering pain as he let himself bath in that warmth. It was like something long forgotten. Long passed. Something he hadn't realized he longed for.

"Re you al-" words, someone was talking. There was more but he couldn't make them out. Instead curling up a little around what he subconsciously knew was providing the warmth. He didn't want to let go.

'And you don't have to, Buir.' that same voice. It... it couldn't be?

So this was a brain child between me and another.

Transformer Au with Din from the Mandalorian is the Razor Crest. A once Decepticon becomes a Mandalorian as the culture wipes away the past. He still is the clan's provider but Paz is his partner. The two interacting as brothers. Din/Crest does have a holoform so he can interact with people on their level.

The scene is Grogu wanting to be like his Dad the Transformer.

Crest was currently relaxed, in bot form holding a cube of energon slowly drinking as he watched Paz attempting to get Grogu to eat. Having just come back from eating his own dinner. Paz not looking up at Din while his battle mask was pulled back. The ex-Decepticon keeping an eye on his sensors. Though a cry drew his attention back to the two. He set down the mostly done cube and the battle mask was back in place. Visor having never moved.

"Paz," wanting his brother to tell him what he missed.

"Brat won't eat. Even turned down the-" holding up the live frog he had caught only for Grogu to turn his head away. Refusing what they believe to be his favorite meal.* "Kid come on you got to eat."

"NU!" Instead reaching towards the cube. Making grabbing motions. The cube beginning to shake. Din quick to place his hand on the cube.

"No little one, this would kill you." only to be answered by a loud cry that had both Paz and Din whince.

"Wait, that milk Peli gave us," Paz snapped at Din. Din nodded reaching into his subspace pulling the desired container. The Kid relaxing seeing the blue container. Making the grabbing motions to that instead.*

"This.... is something." Paz mumbles. Din just smiling behind the mask.

"Thinks he is a Sparkling," Din said with pride.