#the mandalorain imagine

[that-squishy-robot]

Luke being terrified that his and Din’s relationship has a one sided power dynamic. While Din is just like, “Haha, break my neck with your space magic.”

#fanfic #dinluke #skydalorian #din x luke #he does not care #in fact he thinks that Luke being so powerful is hot #oh what you can break my neck with your mind? Neat. #he also trusts Luke more than anything and I think that’s sweet #I imagine that it would be difficult to find a relationship if you were one of the most powerful people in the galaxy #better find a mandalorain who’s super into it #Din has no fear when it comes to his hot powerful boyfriend

[helpinghanikan]

Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 3: Face sitting (Din Djarin)

Kinktober Masterlist

As far as anyone was concerned Din was as conservative as anyone in the galaxy. Barely anyone has seen a Mandalorian without the helmet. Those that have either refuse to say what’s under it or change the answer every time.

For now, you were still in that first group. Sex hasn’t changed that either. So it was a bit of a shock when he asked you to sit on his face.

Not one to say no, you were already getting your pants off.

Your eyes were squeezed shut while Din guided you into position. When you opened them you were facing the wall of your little sleeping cubby. Although everything inside of you was screaming to lean back and get a quick look. But you weren’t the kind to take advantage.

“If it becomes too much, you better tap.” You warned him, lowering yourself down onto his face.

He was going to say something stupid; you just knew it. This was the only reason you had to place yourself down faster than you would have any other time. Hearing Din say something like; ‘this is the way’ when it comes to dying by pussy wasn’t how you wanted the evening to go.

He manages to moan out a “careful,” when you press down. His hands, free of gloves and warm as the sun, hold your thighs tightly. Squeezing them and trying to move you himself since it was hard to give you direction.

You were already hot and wet just from the suggestion. His tongue licking through your lower lips was a great start. Experimenting with your hip moving, rolling forward and back against his mouth. Letting how tightly he holds your thighs be the guide for how fast you should be moving. By the way he was holding you, he seemed to be pretty okay with you moving fast and hard as you want.

“Din, oh my God!” You call out as his tongue slides into you.

The cubby has always been too small for more than one person. Add in the nights where both you and Din sleep and the air is way too stuffy to breathe correctly. Add in when Grogu snuggles with the two of you and it’s a hard place to sleep in.

None of those times were compared to now. But you didn’t really care about the heat.

The orgasm is building from your crotch upwards. A warmth that tingles through your body until it reaches your fingers. It wasn’t like a normal orgasm when Din pounds into you from behind. That was like trying to land a plan. Focusing on all the little things that have to come together to make the climax happen.

In this instance, it’s all Din’s doing. Yes, you're moving your hips, but he had to get you to cum. It creates a sort of power he has over you.

That power starts to expand into an orgasm. Shaking through your chest and fogging up your head. The orgasm took the wind from your chest, gasping and moaning out. Your hips rocking through the orgasm until, by miracle, Din taps out.

“Good job,” You panted, maneuvering yourself off of him.

It’s only due to the force of habit that your eyes closed. You sit against the wall while Din rustles around the room, getting his helmet back on. Only then does he come closer; cool metal pressing against your forehead in an affectionate gesture.

“I’ll be sure to thank Fett when we get back.” He says, pulling you close against him.

#reader insert #Din djarin #Din Djarin x reader #kinktober 2022 #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #the mandolorian x you #the mandalorain

[kyberblade]

I Can Help With That (Din x Reader) - A Back To You Drabble

A/N: This is part of my Phantom 1k Celebration. It’s a combination of three requests, which can be found here, here, and here. It takes place after Part 19 of Back To You, sometime after they get Grogu back in TBoBF, and is the closest thing to smut I’ve really written. (Thanks a lot, you know who you are.) It’s really actually just spice and domestic intimacy more than anything with an implied fade to black, but…. So I’m just gonna drop this here and run. 😬 Have a nice day! (There will be a few more, less spicy, here.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Summary: After a messy bounty leaves your clan of three staying overnight in a dingy room on Daiyu, feelings come bubbling up that have been otherwise too scared to see the light of day.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Swearing. Space swearing. Arguing? Spoilers? (But if you’re here, you know how this works.) Lots of angst. Tears. Brief mention of injury. Reader is having a Tough Time™️ mentally, but it’s discussed and processed. As mentioned above, some spice and alluded to Fun Times. (They are in the shower together, per the request, so nudity? But it’s not discussed? Not really?) Helmetless Din. What? Who said that?

Word count: 4,913

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for reading this over a bazillion times and not strangling me when I stressed over five words not being exactly what I wanted.

(Tagging @grippingbeskar and @darkroastjoel, these are yours.)

Xxx

It hadn’t taken long for you to find out that Din enjoyed lingering touches.

He always found an excuse for his hand to be on your lower back, guiding you through crowded markets, wooded planets; curling around your waist and holding you tight to his side to keep you warm when the temperature dropped lower.

His fingers found their practiced patterns quickly, tracing laps around your upper arm, your hip. Racing up and down your forearm until goosebumps rose along every surface he’d dared to trace.

He wasn’t satisfied until you’d shudder from the lightest touches, groan into his cowl as his fingers kneaded into a sore muscle in your neck, or your breath would hitch as his hand closed around your own. 

Though the Crest was small, he made it smaller still, crowding into your space whenever he deemed you had too much of it. 

Whenever you worked on a panel, digging through wires, you’d feel him hovering just behind you, a breath away from sealing his chest along your spine.

If you laid on the floor to work in the cramped space under the console, a mess of wires hanging in your face, you’d sense his presence looming near your feet, the toes of his boots resting against the heels of your own.

Sometimes when you’d tucked the kid in at night, watching his eyes droop more and more slowly as you gently rocked his hammock back and forth, humming a soft tune, you’d feel the temperature of the hull rise as his shadow crossed over you soundlessly, cutting out the little light the Crest had to offer. A smirk would twist its way up your face as you felt him hovering nearer.

Tonight was one of those nights.

So it was no surprise when he let out a hum of amusement as you turned into his chest after closing the door to the cot and a sleeping Grogu.

You both played the game, still, like this wasn’t the easiest thing either of you had ever fallen into. Still tiptoeing around the other as if nothing had been said, no secrets had been shared, no Creeds broken. That last thought sobered you up every time it crossed your mind, making your breath catch in your chest.

Pushing away thoughts of Creeds and Mandalore, you grinned up at him, resting your chin against his chest plate to keep your gaze steady. 

“What’s this?” He mumbled as your arms circled around his back, disengaging his jet pack.

“Love and affection.” The pack swung your arm down, pulling an oomph out of you. Setting it down to the side with a thump, you smirked up at him, circling your arms back around his waist slowly, chin once again perched on his beskar. “Deal with it.”

“Mesh’la, you don’t want to do that….” He groaned, melting into your embrace, but also trying to lean back at the same time.

You hummed, face scrunched in mock displeasure. “You should know by now you shouldn’t tell me what to do. It doesn’t work….”

Din snorted. “No, mesh’la, I mean….” He extricated himself from your grip, delicately pushing your arms away as he pulled the rest of his body back with a small twisting maneuver. “I need to shower. That last bounty wasn’t a, er….” He hesitated, his voice going tight. “A clean kill.”

Narrowing your brows at him, you lifted your eyes to study him from head to toe, finding no trace of anything on his beskar. “You don’t look dirty.” Closing the distance once again with a single step forward, you lifted his arms up to peer under them as if that would reveal the dirt and grime in question, bending forward slightly to get a better look. Next was his cape. You tilted to the side dramatically to see underneath.

He snapped it out of your hands, spinning out of your hold and took several steps away before turning to face you again. “You wouldn’t see anything. The blood is bioluminescent. You’d need to kick on the-”

“Oh! The special work lights, yeah.” You were already moving toward the ladder up to the cockpit. “They are in my tool box, I’ll go get the-”

“No!” You stopped at his abrupt protest, one hand on a ladder rung by your head, one foot already about to push up a rung, but it slipped off with a soft thunk when you turned to look at him with raised brows. “No,” he offered again, this time softer. “You’re not gonna want to do that.” His voice lowered. “Trust me.”

You hesitated. Despite him trying to keep away, you took a step closer, brows knit together in confusion. “Why?”

He shifted his weight from side to side, voice tight in apprehension. “‘Cause now it’s on you, too.”

Holding your arms out to the sides, slowly, you looked down at your body that looked the same as it did five minutes ago, only now, it felt like you were caked in filth. Looking back up into his visor, you ignored his hands held up to try and placate you, voice raising with each word. “You could have warned me!”

“I tried!” Din almost whined, exasperated, taking a step back to maintain the distance he had tried to create. “I really did,” he added softly.

Eyes fluttering shut, you took a deep breath before letting it out through your nose. Your voice had lowered back to something closer to normal when you spoke again; hands gesturing smally, still out at your sides as you did. “Let’s just go to the room and get a shower. You go first, leave your armor outside the fresher door and I’ll clean it while you’re in there-”

“We don’t need to go all the way back to the room. I can use the sink here on the ship-” Din stopped short when your eyes flew open, landing on him with a hard stare. He sighed, the sound resigned. “Let’s get going, then. It’s at least half a mile to get there….”

You nodded, small smirk working its way up one side of your face. “Thank you.” After you began to gather a few things, you mused to him proudly, “Aren’t you glad I convinced you to get a room?” He grunted, making you scoff softly and roll your eyes before turning back to the satchel you were packing. “I mean, it’s not every day we’re on….” Your hand froze midway into the bag, the other clutching the strap of it tightly. Keeping your eyes on the bag, you didn’t dare to lift them back up as you studied its weave hoping it held your answers.

With a sigh, you lifted your head and shut your eyes briefly before cutting your gaze Din’s way, making sure to narrow your eyes preemptively. 

He slowly swiveled his visor up to level you with a look. “You don’t even know where we are?” His tone was incredulous. One hip popped out to the side, his head tilting to the side as he stared at you. 

“I know,” you defended, inclining your chin to peer down your nose at him before turning your attention back to the bag.

Arms crossed over his chest, he stood up straight, keeping the glare of his visor squarely on you. “You should. You picked it out.”

Making your way over to the bunk, satchel across your chest, you jumped in to correct him. “No, technically the bounty did.” You hesitated. “I only picked the puck. Which was all you. You said I was lucky or something. So this is technically on you.”

Tossing his head with a groan, Din turned away from you, grabbing the essentials while you grabbed the kid.

“Daiyu!”

Din spun around to see the kid blinking bleary eyes up at you as you looked down at him apologetically, one finger held up beside your head for emphasis.

Lifting your eyes back up to meet the T of Din’s visor, you shrugged one shoulder sheepishly, mumbling. “Daiyu, I remembered.”

Xxx

Once you got into the room, the kid had promptly fallen back asleep, allowing you to seal him safely away in his floating cradle for the night.

Turning to face Din, hands on your hips, you watched him set the bags of supplies down on a small table in the corner. “Want any help taking the armor off?”

“No, I’ll manage,” he spoke softly, not looking up at you once. His gaze stayed down toward the table, his visor angled toward the smooth surface. With a quiet groan, he walked to the other side of the room and began removing the armor piece by piece. It collected against the wall beside the fresher door in a small pile, a soft thunk with each new piece as the tower of beskar grew.

You watched in silence from across the room, sorting mindlessly through the bag of rations. He moved so stiffly once he began to set the armor down, his movements stilted and slow, like every breath was an effort. Din twisted to the side, puffing up his chest to try and keep it from you, but you noticed. The quarry must have gotten him somehow. The closer you looked, the more you saw; he had a slight hitch in his step and favored his left side more than his right, bracing on the door frame as he passed through to start the water in the shower.

Since he’d removed his helmet for Grogu and you’d seen his face, he’d been a lot less careful about taking it off in front of you. He still kept it on most of the time, it was after all what he was used to, and you didn’t mind that at all. But the few times he removed it, like right now, you found your eyes straying away from his face, unable to look without an obvious invitation. It still felt like something forbidden.

That’s why when his bare forehead pressed against yours, it caught you off guard and made you jump.

He chuckled. “Sorry.” In nothing but his flight suit, sleeves pushed up his forearms, he crowded into your space like he always did, bringing his right hand up to cup your cheek. His left arm wound around your waist to pull you tight, as his breath fanned across your face.

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not,” he agreed, words overlapping your own eagerly as he shook his head against yours, his nose brushing against your own. The smile pulling up the side of his face was contagious, and it tugged up your cheek under the soft ministrations of his thumb.

You expected him to back you into a wall like he usually did, but the two of you stood quietly in the middle of the room, simply being. It was nice to have a moment to just breathe.

Your arms made their way up to wrap around his neck, nearly all the way around when he hissed, sucking air in through his teeth as he flinched away from you. Cradling both cheeks in your hands, you held his face firmly as your eyes scanned over every part of him you could see for any obvious injury.

“Din? What is it? What hurts?”

His eyes stayed downcast, almost in shame, his chin tucked down toward his chest.

“Din?”

“Nothing,” he mumbled. You’d grown used to his unmodulated voice recently, but you weren’t used to this tone. Dejected. Broken. Subdued.

You simply blinked a few times, scanning his face for any sign of what was wrong, besides the obvious, while he leaned to his left just slightly, enough that you noticed. “Din…. What?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He cleared his throat, bringing his hands up to thread his fingers through yours and lift them off his face. He gave you a gentle squeeze before he let go. His movements were soft and kind, but left no room for question.

Eyes never pulling up from the floor, Din rubbed the back of his neck in something that looked like nerves, then turned toward the fresher, disappearing behind the door as it hissed shut behind him.

Xxx

You waited a few minutes before you followed him, the soft drone of running water filling the room with a constant hum. Leaving your vambraces with his pile of armor by the fresher door, you smiled softly as you surveyed the large pile of beskar. We’ll clean them in the morning.

After you made sure the room was secure, the kid tucked away in his cradle fast asleep, you stripped down the rest of the way, before wrapping yourself in a towel provided by the room. The fresher door opened with a wave of your hand, a wall of steam curling out like you’d relieved some sort of exhaust pressure. 

Walking silently into the room like Din had taught you, you closed the door behind you with a wave of your hand, the unseen force causing the steam to swirl in fascinating tendrils in the process.

Your Mandalorian was tucked away in the shower, his back to you, oblivious to your presence as you watched him, studying him from head to toe with more than just your eyes to make sure he was okay. You reached out through the Force to try and read him, something he always made so easy for you, he was an open book, but right now, he was closed off. 

Furrowing your brow, you set your towel off to the side and walked closer toward the shower stall.

Din was leaning on his hands against the wall, his silhouette behind the glass dividing the shower from the rest of the room obscured from the steam already billowing around the edges.

His breathing looked labored, every breath an effort as he stood deep in thought.

He obviously hadn’t wanted you to see him like this. Battered, probably bruised. You knew it all amounted to one thing in his eyes. He felt broken.

Stepping under the spray, you blinked twice as stray droplets hit your lashes.

Din was so distracted he still didn’t even know you were here, leaning forward against the opposite wall of the shower, hands braced against the cool wall, head hung low between rounded shoulders.

Reaching out slowly, you lightly traced your fingertips up his left side, pausing when he went stiff. “It’s just me,” you muttered quietly, your right hand coming up to race against your left along his ribs. 

Spreading your fingers out so your whole hand could dance along his skin, gliding along with the water droplets cascading down his sides, you pressed more firmly into him, stepping closer.

In the dim light of the shower stall you could see bruises blooming along his rib cage, contrasting brilliantly under your fingertips and against his warm skin tone.

“These are new.” Keeping your voice quiet, you let your eyes find the rest without your hands having to trace their paths.

He only grunted in acknowledgment.

“I can help with that, you know.”

“No,” he said instantly. After shifting his weight back and forth for a moment, he turned his head just slightly to look at you over his shoulder before looking back forward, and lowered his voice. “No.” Din shook his head for emphasis, his fingers flexing against the wall.

Resting your chin against his spine, careful to avoid the bruises, you wrapped your arms around to rest on his chest, bending over to drape yourself over him like a blanket. “How come?”

“That always tires you out so much.” His hands flexed again. “Plus….”

After waiting for him to go on, you pushed gently. “Yeah?”

“Plus…. When you do too much of that stuff…. Sometimes it…. Changes you….”

“How so?”

He took a deep breath, pushing off the wall to stand up straighter, unable to straighten all the way as one of the bruises pulled his spine forward slightly. You kept your arms around him, your body pressed tightly to his as you felt his heartbeat pick up under your palm.

Closing your eyes, you reached out through the Force, offering him some of your light to mend his darkness, the battered and broken skin along his sides mending back to a warm shade of health. 

His pulse rose even more under your fingers, and he sighed in frustration. “Mesh’la….”

“What’s one more time,” you mumbled into his shoulder blade, tucking your face into his spine whether to hide away or simply because it made you feel safer, you didn’t know. “I don’t like seeing you hurt, Din. I’m not going to break from healing the ones I love.” You turned so just your forehead was resting against his back. “At least I don’t think.” Your voice was barely a whisper.

Din only nodded after a moment. He understood. He didn’t like it, but he understood. Another sigh passed his lips as he brought one hand up to pat yours over his heart lightly, pulling it up to kiss your palm before placing it back on his chest. Then he put his hand back on the wall in front of him. Almost like a reflex. You were there, so he had to reach out and touch you somehow. It made the corner of your mouth quirk up if only for a second before it fell once again.

A long moment of silence stretched between you two until you finally ventured again, “You never explained. How? What is it that changes in me?”

Din kept staring at the wall in front of him, his voice echoing off the shower stall when he finally spoke again, but barely loud enough to be heard over the quiet drone of the running water.

“Sometimes…. Sometimes there’s a darkness to you. I don’t think you’re aware of it, it’s definitely not a conscious decision, but this…. Thing takes over, and your eyes…. They look cold.”

“When?” Your hands moved back to his rib cage. “When was the last time you saw it?”

“With Gideon. At first I thought it was just some sort of fierce protectiveness. But when you held your saber at his throat, I could feel it.” His hands came up over yours and squeezed softly, pulling them back around his chest to place them over his heart again. “The room shifted. You went somewhere dark.”

Resting your forehead against his shoulder blade, you took a deep, shuddering breath, before bringing your mouth to simply rest against his skin. Breathing as slowly as you could through your nose, your eyes screwed tightly shut, you focused on the things around you.

The smell of the soap from the room. The smell that was undeniably him that no amount of scrubbing could remove. The heat from the water. The warmth of his hold on your hands. The comfort of his body pressed into yours.

“Mesh’la?” He asked quietly after a moment, gently squeezing your hands still held in his. 

“I’m fine,” you whispered. “That’s…. It’s…. I’m not….” Your breath caught in your throat, another sharp inhale coming to a sudden stop making your eyes screw even more tightly shut. You couldn’t tell if it was from the shower or if you were crying, but droplets were cascading down your cheeks.

Din wasted no time, turning in your hold and gently pressing you into the wall, his forehead resting against yours as your spine sealed against the cold tile, making you gasp. 

“I’m sorry,” you finally managed on a broken whisper.

“That’s not-”

“No, it is,” you cut him off, opening your eyes to stare blankly forward, catching a glimpse of his facial hair but not daring to look any higher. Not brave enough to see what you’d find there. “It means I am not in as much control as I thought. And…. That’s not safe. For any of us. I need to do better.”

“Then I’ll help you,” Din mumbled, leaning further into you, his arms circling around your waist to pull you tighter as he simultaneously pressed you further into the cold tile wall. It was a sharp contrast, his warm skin at your front, the cold wall at your back, and somewhere in the middle the warm water of the shower melding it all together in a sea of steam. It was hard to tell where he ended and you began. Every bit of him a part of every bit of you. “We both will.”

“No, Din. No.” You shook your head, rocking it back and forth against the wall, only stopping when Din pressed his forehead more firmly into yours. Swallowing roughly, you let your eyes close tightly once again. “That’s not…. It’s not the kid’s place. Or yours.” Swallowing again to try and keep the emotions down and away from your steadily wobbling voice, you sniffled before going on. “This is something I need to do on my own.”

“Dank farrik, mesh’la!” Din hissed, one hand leaving your waist to hit the wall beside your head in frustration, making you jump. You shushed him, shaking your head slightly as he mumbled gentle apologies, his hand coming back to snake around your waist where it belonged. “Don’t you see? That’s why this is a problem!”

Opening your eyes, you still hadn’t quite found the strength to look up, but you did it anyway, deciding you’d rather just see whatever was waiting for you and face it straight on than let it torment you in the back of your mind from quiet shadows.

Warm brown eyes were waiting for you, relief washing over them as they crinkled at the sides from the tentative smile crawling up his face.

No judgment, no disappointment, no fear, only something that resembled hope as they traced the lines of your face in search of something you weren’t quite sure.

“That’s why,” he reiterated, arms squeezing you gently for emphasis. “You’ve been trying to do all of this alone, and you can’t.”

Your eyes fell down to his chest and you sighed, pulling your head away from his and leaning away slightly. “Din-”

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying it can’t.” Lifting your eyes back up to his, you found him tilting his head slightly to try and catch your gaze again. He smirked slightly when he did. “This is something that’s meant to be shared. From what I’ve seen, Jedi aren’t solitary creatures. At least they aren’t supposed to be. The ones that are left have adapted after years of training.”

You couldn’t help the grin that was working its way up your face. “A Mandalorian and a Jedi…. What could go wrong?”

“You're forgetting the fifty year old Jedi baby.”

“Ah yes, and the fifty year old Jedi baby,” you chuckled.

“And the answer is, I’m sure, absolutely everything.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as he reached for the shampoo. “But until then, we’re still covered in bioluminescent blood, so….” Squeezing some of the liquid onto his palm, he pulled your hand from where it rested on his waist to in between you and put some in your waiting palm as well. “….for now, I’ll help you if you’ll help me?”

You hummed in amusement. “Oh, poor Mandalorian. I think I finally found the one thing your armor can’t do.”

“Nah.” He shook his head, scrunching his face up. “I’m sure I could find a way to figure it out. It’s just….” He groaned as your fingers started to massage the shampoo into his damp hair, making your grin grow.

“It’s just….” You repeated, teasingly.

“You do it so much better,” he finished on a sigh, his forehead coming to rest on your shoulder with a thump, giving you easier access to continue working it into his curls.

“What about me? I thought this was a you help me if I help you thing? You even have shampoo in your ha-” You’re cut short when his hand comes up and plops the glob of soap on your hair, making your jaw drop. 

“I’ll do it after. There’s a whole bottle. Just…. Please?” He was almost whining by the end, leaning further into you. His head turned so his lips were pressed into the crook of your neck. “Please, please, please….”

Suddenly you felt him drifting, the scruff of his facial hair prickling the skin near your clavicle as he chased it with soft kisses. Working his way across toward your other shoulder, your fingers stalled in his hair as you sighed.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to keep going.”

Din hummed into the crook of your neck, the vibrations tickling the skin as he began his climb upward toward your ear. His words were mumbled into your skin, causing goosebumps to spring up all over despite the still hot water. “Won’t be able to keep doing what?”

“This,” you said through gritted teeth, tugging on his hair to pull him away from your neck and send him a playful glare.

Din smirked as he leaned further back into the spray of the shower to rinse the suds from his hair, shaking his head and tossing droplets everywhere before he was back at your side. You could feel his lips turning up into a smile as they brushed against the shell of your ear, his nose tucked into your hair. “Then don’t.”

His unmodulated voice was something you’d never quite get used to, no matter what you told yourself, particularly so close to you and so quiet.

“Turn around,” he murmured, his hands smoothing down your sides to land on your hips. Gently applying pressure to reorient you with your back to him, he nudged you under the spray of the shower.

“This better be the part when you wash my hair, Tin Can,” you teased playfully.

“We’re getting there,” he rumbled quietly. “But first….” His hands left your hips, his body following after them, and despite the warmth of the water, you found yourself already missing the heat that always radiated off of him in waves.

You began to realize all the times you leaned into his quiet touches, while you told yourself it was just to appease him, to speak his language, it was every bit for yourself as well. It made you feel safe. Every time his arms silently wound around you, he lingered at your back, hovered at your side, or you felt his eyes quietly watching from across the room…. It was the safety you’d never felt anywhere else that you craved. 

The warmth that encased you, that trailed over your skin with just a look, a brush of a hand in passing. You craved it. He was your addiction. And you were longing for a hit.

Taking a step back toward him in search of his warmth, you only made it half a stride before bumping into him, both of you chuckling as his hands came out to steady you on your upper arms.

“Can I help you?” He drawled.

“Uh,” you eloquently said, staring straight forward as you searched for the words, any words. “Was just looking for the soap.”

Din chuckled knowingly. “I’ve got it, mesh’la.” He dropped his chin down to rest on your shoulder. “But you knew that.”

Tilting your head back to look down your nose at the wall of the shower in front of you, you huffed. “I can neither confirm nor deny.”

The Mandalorian turned his face down into your skin, circling his arms around your waist to hold you close. As he peppered gentle kisses across your left shoulder blade, he offered a compromise between each one. “Well. You know…. The kid’s gonna wake up soon. And I already used the soap. Haven’t rinsed it off yet. We could…. Share.”

The slide of his skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine, his huff of amusement next to your ear making you grin. 

“We should do this more often.”

You groaned as his fingers began to massage shampoo into your hair.

“You won’t hear me complaining,” his voice was soft, tucked into your neck as he massaged the soap into your roots.

“That means getting a room more often,” you mused, leaning further back into him, your grin of amusement growing at his grumble of annoyance. “Less bumbling around the Crest, camping on backwater planets, hiding out on-”

“If I told you,” he cut in, his voice conspiratorial, “that I know all the good spots-”

“Spots?”

He pinched your hip before continuing pointedly. “Yes, all the spots, on all the backwater planets, as you so nicely called them. Some beautiful waterfalls…. Hot springs…. They’re no dingy Daiyu room shower, but-”

You turned in his grip, arms coming up around his neck as you leaned your forehead against his. “They sound wonderful, Din.”

He grinned. “Then it’s settled. Next place we stop, I’ll take you on a tour of all my favorite places.” He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours. “Well, they used to be my favorite. Now I have a new one.”

Slowly rolling up onto the balls of your feet, cinching your arms around him tighter, you huffed out a quiet laugh. “Oh yeah? And where’s that?”

The sneaky smile turning up his face continued to grow as he leaned closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours as he whispered, “I’ll just let you take a wild guess,” before they pressed firmly to yours.

Xxx

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[mandofury]

Masterlist

Created: 07/22/2022

Last Updated: 07/26/2022

Requests Status: Temporarily Open

The Mandalorian

Oneshots:

Din and Grogu

Mourning

Boba and Grogu

Grogu Makes Art For Boba

Dincobb and Grogu

Drawing of Love

Valentine's Day Pup

Dincobb AU Ideas | Drabbles:

The Mummy (1999)

Mindhunter - Requested

The Princess Bride Bullet Points

Jedi Din and Inquisitor Cobb Snippet

The Fifth Element Snippet | Moodboard

Dincobb Smut:

Ner Cyare

Encounters In The Dark

Dincobb AU Moodboards:

Bikers Venom Pirates Western

Vampire Hannibal Batman & Joker

Angel & Demon Mermaids - Requestd

Imagines:

Boba's side business

Monopoly Game Night

Cobb reading to Grogu

Cobb wholesome moment

Grogu & Cobb bonding time

Grogu surprise attacking Cobb

Bobannec Biker AU Moodboard

Boba and Grogu creating chaos

Grogu, Din, and Cobb keeping warm

Grogu & Cobb playing hide-and-seek

Jango and Clone Troopers force ghosts

Moon Knight

Imagines:

Possessive Jake

MarcStevenJake

Jake and Khonshu

Jake and MarcSteven

Steven reading to Marc

Steven wearing silk pants

MarcSteven Lunar Eclipse

Sleepy Steven is a cuddler

MarcSteven and jealous Jake

Steven more beautiful than the moon

Bucky x Marc | MoonWolf Moodboard

Marvel

SamBucky and their nephews

SamBucky Imagine

Smut:

Lokius | Make You Scream My Name

Good Omens

Ineffable Husbands

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[kedsandtubesocks]

erika babie pls close your eyes and walk with me here a minute 😌 all the characters played by pedro pascal have entered a mud wrestling tournament to compete for your affections. who will win your hand?

AMIRa AMIRA WHY?!? I THOUGHT WE LOVED EACH OtHER?!?

ok but honestly the idea of this wild mud gladiator wrestling match is kinda hot?? 👀 LMAO

But omg you really are one of the champs of “best questions to ask” 🥹

So…

I think honestly… that fight is gonna come down to a four way tie between these babes LOL ✨

Joel is a stealth specialist and we don’t see him do much hand to hand in the series but we know he can fight!! Like there’s this scene in first episode of TLOU where he flat out just tackles this guard like it’s nothing 🥵

Our lovely Mandalorain, Din Djarin is honestly I think the best hand to hand combat out of all the Pedro boys and we’ve seen him during the series to flat out fight against opponents bigger than him, or enemies that our number him, and with his bare hands he wins???

And then Dave York and dear Frankie Morales (Dave is in the top right and Frankie is below!) are both military co op specialist, like…super trained in the special elite forces and I honestly can imagine them both hanging in the fight and making it to the end!!

there’s also a Pedro boy that’s a vampire but I’m not counting him because supernatural strength or not in my mind he can’t fight compared to these guys LMAO

In all honestly…between these four…I think the one who is winning is maybe Din 😭

And it’s mainly because i see him taking Joel out by his poor old knees and maybe managing to just be faster than the other two 🫢

BUT IM STILL SO TORN OMG WHAT HAVE YOH DONE TO ME?!? 😭😫

Also thank you I love you so much

NOW!! You gotta tell me…

…is there a Pedro boy that’s caught your eye?? 👀

#AMIRA!!! I feel like one of those fantasy football guys trying to figure out stats and game plays and tactics LMAOOO #I’m waiting for any one of my Pedro moots to come out and be like ‘Erika you forgot this guy’ and I’m gonna CRY LOL #but yeah these four came to mind and I honestly see it ending up a fight between din and Joel and then… #I just end up making out with both of them LMAOOOO #thank you again darling!!!!! #Amira’s tag 🪽✨ #sweet things 🌻 #asks and such things 💌 #is that a self ship tag I see 🫣

[thecrusadercomrade]

Star war rebels, Imperial Supercommandos. Getting to see some Mandalorain and Fenn, some hint of Sabine history. Iron Squadron. Kids group can either be fun of annoying. Thrawn seem to have some history with Sato.

It seems Mandalorian politics are quite messy at the moment, with Mandalorians working directly for the Empire and beginning to eliminate any holdouts. I imagine Sabine's mother will become a plot point eventually from the way it was mentioned.

I'm not sure which way this group leans for me. They were pretty overconfident and cocky, especially considering how beat up their ship was.

It seems so! It'll be interesting to see if that ends up being developed more. Thrawn doesn't strike me as the "this is personal" type, but maybe I'm wrong about that and he has some kind of long-running beef with Sato.

#ask #star wars rebels #star wars #swr fenn rau #sabine wren #jun sato

[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

A Lesson In Mando’a [Din Djarin x Reader]

Title: A Lesson In Mando'a Summary: You'd been a bounty hunter most of your life; you were use to sleeping rough, fighting for your life, the harsh realities of life. What you weren't use to was the soft feelings of comfort, the warmth of a family. Warnings: Like one swear word I think ? Request: N/A

A/N: I posted this about half an hour ago, but it wasn’t showing up in the tags, so hopefully this one does! 

A/N 2: Let me know if you have any other Din or Star Wars requests!

PART 1: A Lesson In Mando’a PART 2: A Lesson In Tradition PART 3: A Lesson In Touch

Din Djarin~A Lesson In Mando'a

Despite not fully understanding 'the Way', you had come to respect it. You particularly admired (almost envied) the beskar armour that came with it. It was certainly one of the better perks that came with being a Mandalorian. That, and the instant fear reaction most had whenever the Mandalorian walked into the room. Din (you had recently learned that was 'Mando's' real name) was quite a character as he strode into any cantina. He drew the attention of many patrons that occupied the bar, whether they chose to avert their eyes or stare at him. His shiny new beskar, along with the menacing helmet, was quite a sight to behold.

         And, yet, you found yourself -on more than one occasion- staring at the Mandalorian with admiration... Affection almost. You knew it wasn't allowed. It wasn't compatible with Din's lifestyle, nor yours; it didn't make any sense, logically. On the surface, you knew that, but deep down you longed for a connection with the Mandalorian, one that served as more than a business deal, or an alliance of convenience. For a while, you had tried to asses Din's feelings about you.

        At first, you were pretty sure he hated you: you did, after all, steal a bounty from him. It wasn't your fault that both your employer at the time and the guild he worked for had given you the same target, and it certainly wasn't your fault you were faster. As soon as you had caught the target, you were out of there: you knew of the Mandalorian's reputation, and you were smart enough to not want to fight him head to head. You didn't get to meet Din face to face until you had both been in the same town, both being hunting down by the Imps. You'd helped him escape them directly, and he'd offered you a lift in his ship, the Razor Crest. And, then you met his son... And, kind of never left.

        You'd intended just to leave as soon as you can, to be dropped off at the next planet. You didn't want to over stay your welcome; your companion didn't seem like the type to host company. Though, if you were being honest, you didn't think he'd be the type to have a child either. He was cute: the child. And, while you didn't have many parental feelings, you had to admit the little green gremlin was pulling on your heart strings.

        You sat in one of the chairs in the cock pit, with Din in the main front one flying. You suspected he'd put you there so he could keep an eye on you. And, while you couldn't blame him, you did start to feel tired. Did this ship even have beds? It didn't seem like a traditional living vehicle, definitely not built for comfort. Your eyes scanned around the cockpit, wondering if you could sneak down to the hull and take a nap there. While your eyes were wandering around, you spotted something out of the corner of your eye: the child. You smiled at him as he gazed a you. He turned his head slightly, his ears flopping to one side. The child looked curiously at you: you were a stranger, and you doubted he'd interacted with many people besides the Mandalorian. He seemed quite protective over the kid.

        Before you could realise what was happening, the child had wandered towards you and was reaching up at you. You hesitated for a second before picking him up. You didn't want to offend Din by over stepping any boundaries, but who could say no to those big, pleading eyes.

        You held him carefully, gently placing him in your lap, being mindful of how small he is.

        "He seems to like you," Din murmured.

        You jumped, a little bit startled; you'd be trapped in the moment, your eyes trained on the child. He smiled up at you, enjoying being held, and the feeling of warmth. You imagined your robes were much more comfortable than the beskar.

        "Huh, I'm usually not good with kids, but he is a cutie," you smile up at the Mandalorian, "Is this what you look like under the helmet?"

        You feel him tense up.

        "Sorry I didn't mean offense by it," you pause, pursing your lips.

        "No, its fine. Not too many people make jokes with me, that's all," he reassured.

        "Well, no offence, you don't seem like the joking type," you shrug, "Or, maybe, who knows: you might be laughing under there all the time and just nobody can tell."

        "Yeah, I'm the life of the party," Din dead panned.

        You chuckled a little, and although you didn't know it at the time, Din's heart skipped a beat. 'That was weird,' Din thought, 'That's never happened before...' He tried to bury it, hide the thought away, as he did with a lot of his emotions. This one, however, seemed to stick around.

        And, so did you.

        It had been a few months since you'd joined him. Originally, you offered to help on jobs, fix the ship, take care of the child, whatever he wanted- to repay him for stealing his bounty. Well, that's what you told yourself. Originally, you believed you were in his debt, but over time you grew more and more fond of his company- and the child of course. He was adorable, and he offered a light distraction from the chaos the universe seemed to be in. Not to mention, your growing affection for the Mandalorian was keeping you pleasantly occupied.

~~~

Din was off hunting a bounty. Usually, you'd go with him, but he had insisted it would be an easy job. Besides, you weren't going to fight him on this: you liked spending time with the kid, and it'd give you some time to catch up on your sleep. The Crest wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, and you always felt slightly on edge because the Mandalorian practically slept battle ready. It was the perfect excuse to have a rest day- those came few and far between.

        The Razor Crest was parked safely in a remote location, with all security measured engaged. You told yourself it would only be a small nap. Besides, the kid was tired too. You'd fed him recently, and he always napped after food. If he was tired, you might as well sleep beside him- for his comfort, of course.

        Originally, you were going to put him to bed in the little make shift cot Din had made for him, but you figured he'd be just as comfortable in your arms. You made your way up to the cock pit. It was nightfall, and the stars visible from this planet were quite a sight to behold. Gently, you held the child and began explaining to him all the different star constellations, and what they meant. You weren't sure he understood basic, but the way he looked up at you, and then to the stars, you figured he was understanding something.

        "And, this one," you pointed out a large cluster of stars, "Is called 'The Warrior', just like your daddy, little one. That one is 'The Queen,' and this one-"

        You stopped yourself. The kid had finally fallen asleep. You gently wrapped the blanket around both of you, and leaned back into the chair. Within a couple of minutes, your eyes had drooped, and sleep had overcome you. Before you completely drifted off, you had one thing on your mind: you hoped you would see your dear Mandalorian soon.

~~~

When the bounty hunter turned dad returned from his latest outing, he was tired. He threw the bounty into carbonite, and trudged further up the ship. It was only after he'd had a moment to breathe, that he realised there was no sign of you- or the child. His heart began to race. He opened the closet, praying to find the child inside a sleep.

        He didn't.

        Fuck. This was bad. He should've never left the child- what if he was hurt now? What if you were? Surely, you hadn't taken the child. You wouldn't do that to him... Would you?

        His last resort before tearing apart the place was to check the cock pit. Logically, he knew you could be up there, but you usually spent most of your time in the hull. That's where your bed was, where the food was, where the child usually played. That's where he thought you'd be.

        Din climbed up the ladder, keeping an eye out in case anything had happened to you or the child- in case it was a trap. Instead of any sign of the Imps, droids, or guild interference, he saw your sleeping body. In your arms, was the child. Din pulled himself up and landed as quietly as he could, so as to not disturb you. He watched you for a second; you looked so peaceful, and so well rested. He was envious. His eyes dropped down to the child; he was curled into your body, with his fingers gently wrapped around your thumb. He was softly snoring, almost purring as he slept. Din took one step forward, but his armour boot clanked against the floor a little too loudly. The child perked up; his ears flinched at the sound, and he woke up. When he saw it was Din, he cooed for him, and began to wriggle in your arms.

        The Mandalorian stepped forward, and reached for the kid. You began to wake as well.

        "D-Din?" you ask, eyes fluttering open, and when you registered it was him, you sat up, "You're back!"

        You then registered that the baby was trying to wiggle out of your grasp. Adjusting your grip on him, you lifted the child up and offered him over to Din.

        "Sorry little guy, did you want to go back to your daddy?" you asked, and the baby cooed in response, "Here you go."

        Din gently took the child from you and held him close.

        "How was it? An easy job?" you asked.

        He was lost in thought. About you, about the child, about his new found family. His heart had fluttered when you had called him daddy. Well, it wasn't technically you, but he felt it in his heart nonetheless. He had been feeling that a lot around you lately: especially when you held the child. It almost felt like he had... Like he had a family. Din hadn't known what that felt like for a long time. Sure, he had the fellow Mandalorians, but they offered no affection like you did. He didn't feel as warm around them as he did with you. He-

        You were still expecting answer. Your smile dazed him.

        "Yes it was, cyar'ika," he murmured, looking down at his son, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed my company"

        "Maybe," you smiled, "The child did at least."

        That was enough, for now.

        Din was about to turn around and go back down the hull, when you spoke up again.

        "Din, you keeping calling me... Ah, c-cyr-"

        "Cyar'ika?"

        "Yes, that!" you pause, "What does it mean?"

        "Oh that," Din could feel his face heat up behind the mask (which he was very thankful for at this moment, other wise he feared he'll die of embarrassment from the deep blush on his face), "I- Ur, it means... It's Mando'a for beloved."

        "Oh," you felt your face heat up, "I-"

        "-I can stop if it makes you feel uncomfortable-"

        "-No! No, I... I like it."

        It wasn't quite a full admission of your feelings, but for now... For now, you were happy. With Din, with the child: with your family.

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A/N: heck yeah I’ll be accepting the mandalorian request.

Pairing: the mandalorain x reader

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He freaked out once he saw you got hit by the mudhorn, usually you’d get back up on your feet but this time you didn’t. You laid unconscious on the muddy floor as the mudhorn still had its attention on you.

Without warning it starts running at you again, the mandalorian felt his heart stop he didn’t hesitate to run over to you and protect you from the wild beast even if he was putting himself in harms way.

Before the wild beast could even hurt him, it stopped before being levitated into the air just a slight bit “w-what?..” he looked over to the small child as it was using its powers to stop the mudhorn.

He didn’t last long as the child passed out in its carrier as the mudhorn fell down to the ground, he quickly took out a knife and stabbed the beast until it died.

He let out a sigh before quickly examining you “hey.. hey!” He shouts but you don’t wake up he grabbed your wrist and put two fingers on your pulse to feel anything.

That’s when he felt your pulse it was weak but it meant that you were still alive.

He threw you over his shoulders as he went to go check on the child, it was asleep in its carrier as it let out soft breaths. He put you down next to a rock as he went inside the Mudhorns home to get the egg.

He was thankful that the child came with its own carrier, it would’ve been hard to carry the egg, you and the child at the same time, he arrived back to the Jawas and to the old man who helped him so far.

He gives them the egg before walking over to the man “what happened to her?” He asked mando “s-she got hit by the mudhorn..” the mandalorian holds you in his arms as the old man examines you.

The Jawas got closer as well if Mando wasn’t holding you right now he would’ve yelled at them to get away and that they’re the reason why you got hurt.

“She will fine.. let her rest.” The man told him, but mando still couldn’t help but worry.

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You woke up a few hours later, your body felt so sore as you tried getting up but you couldn’t.

You looked around your surroundings and saw that you were on Mando’s ship “so.. he did it..” you mumbled.

You could hear someone come down the steps “you’re awake?” He asked “y-yeah.. I didn’t expect that mudhorn to attack us suddenly like that.”

You tried getting up again but your back felt so sore “here let me help you.” Mando gently helped you sit upright in his bed.

“Where’s the kid?” You asked him “sleeping in its carrier.” You only nodded silence fell between the both of you for a bit he slowly got up from the bed and made his way back over to the ladder “im.. happy you’re okay.” He quickly mumbled before climbing back to the top of the ship.

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[mspbandj]

More on The Mandalorian Season 2 and Why its so Frustrating and Also Why Lucas Film Should Just Hire Me as a Writer Goddman it coz this is My Blog and I have Feelings™

Okay so again, this pertains to the finale of The Mandalorian Season 2 so............ spoiler warning.

Lets talk about Dins face

I feel like that final scene, when [redacted] came in and took Grogu away to train as a Real Jedi rang really hollow. It didnt feel rushed so much, but it just felt really anticlimactic. We all knew it was coming (sure we didn’t know for sure it would be [redacted] but we knew someone was going to come get Grogu) but even with that knowledge, they had real potential to make the scene super emotional and touching, which the final cut just didn’t really have and heres why.

Most of the emotion was supposed to come from Din taking off his helmet to let Grogu see his face. Baby Yoda had never seen his Adopted Dads face before, and this moment was set up to be a really touching moment of connection and vulnerability. But it was dampened by the fact that we had already seen his face, multiple times, and in detail. We the audience. And because of that, we couldn’t relate to what Grogu must have been feeling in that moment. 

Like, for Grogu, that must have been such a Big Deal yk? He’s spent so much time with this man, they’d been through so much together at this point, but he hadn’t even seen his face because of the very strict Mando Creed that Din had been raised under (the cult or not cult thing is a discussion for another time btw.) So this must have been huge for him. For Din to finally make the decision that Grogu was more important than his Creed... thats a huge thing!

But! For us, the audience, Din removing is helmet was old news by now. He’d taken it off twice before (in Season 1 with the droid, and then in Season 2 at the Imperial Stronghold (dont even get me STARTED on that craptastic episode)) so we didn’t have that sense of anticipation or importance. We were very much treated like we werent in that moment with them, and I find that hugely underwhelming.

So here’s how I think it should have gone, because that moment could have been set up perfectly all throughout the series.

Din very much could have taken his helmet off the first time, with the Droid. The whole arc there was about What Makes a Life, and Are Droids Counted as Living Things right? The Mando cult Creed dictates that no other living being can see the face of a Mandalorian (with very very few exceptions, and with death being preferable to being exposed.) And the argument in that moment is that the Droid is a machine and not technically a living thing, even tho it acts and behaves like a living thing, and is capable of the same “emotion” as a human. In the end, the Helmet comes off, and we are left to make up our own minds about whether this is a violation of the Creed or not - that was my take away.

But by allowing us, the audience, to see Dins face also calls into question our own place in the Mandalorian Universe. Are we Living Beings here? Apparently not, according to this we’re not a part of the scene at all, which is a decision I disagree with because, as I said above, it dampens the emotional potential of the entire show. Allowing us to be an exception to the Strict Mandalorian cult Creed limits the use and/or very purpose of the Creed at all.

How I believe that scene should have gone is more like this:

The Is a Droid Alive philosophy is discussed, and as they talk it becomes urgently apparent that the only way to save Din is to take the helmet off and allow the Droid to attend to Dins wounds. We see a close up shot, as we did, of the Helmet being raised, with a cut away at the crucial reveal moment - denying the audience a view of Dins face. The next shot is of the Helmet being laid down beside them, which informs us that Dins face is now definitely fully exposed, but we are not allowed to see it, which confirms our place in the Mandalorian Universe, and gives the sense that we are very much there with them in that moment.

Cut in some extreme close ups of a hair line, a patch of cheek, some disinfectant being administered, with further voice overs of the discussion, and we’re golden. The scene takes on a much more intimate feel, with a heightened sense of anticipation. We get a tease of Will We Ever See Dins Face, and are left with the question of What Will it Take to Make Him Cast Aside His Creed, which is raised in light of the knowledge that a Droid does not count, but we the audience do. We ponder this for a moment and then the next time we see The Mandalorian, hes restored to full armour, and we’re reminded that this is The Goddamn Mandalorian motherfuckers, and hes here to Fuck Shit Up with his Little Green Gremlin Child.

As for the Imperial Terminal WELL

This was a very good opportunity for a second removal, and I definitely think that part was a good choice however the execution of the scene was poor as shit.

Having Din change out of his armour was a good start, it showed us that he was Serious about finding Grogu, and that he was willing to bend the rules and push the boundaries of his Creed without technically breaking it. This was discussed pretty well in the script, so it was a strong start.

Now, again, I dont disagree with the decision to have Din remove the helmet at the terminal in order to complete the face scan and access the information he needed - in fact I agree with that part entirely. Again, is shows us how far Din is willing to go to get Grogu back, and it’s a solid recall to the What Would it Take to Have Din Cast Aside His Creed question from Season 1. Furthermore, it really drives home the fact that Din will get Grogu back at any cost. Its exciting, and emotional, and drives his character development.

So heres how I think it should have gone:

Mayfield makes his attempt, sees his former superior, and turns back. Tells Din that no, it wont work, he cant do it, just as the scene originally goes. Din says no, fuck that, I havent come this far to turn back now, Ill go do it. Mayfield says lol good luck, the terminal needs a face scan for access so have fun with that, Din hesitates, and then very deliberately makes the choice to go - this is all pretty much in the scene.

Where it differs is after the failed face scan when Din still has the helmet on. The Countdown starts, Din hesitates, clearly torn between his Creed and Grogu, and we leave him there. Next shot is of Mayfield in the doorway when he looks over and sees the back of Dins head. We see this too, and we know that holy shit the madman actually did it. Hes *exposed* and his body language tells us he knows this. Maybe throw in an extreme close up of a drop of sweat on his chin, give us a lil glimpse of his bottom lip even, more than we got the first time he took his helmet off, but still not the full thing. Really get that anticipation going, you know?

As soon as Din gets the info, and the officer dude comes over to investigate, we get a half shot of Din turning while simultaneously stuffing his helmet back on his head, and the scene continues as it did. Maybe we see the same section of chin and neck in the process, maybe we dont, but the helmet is firmly back in its place, and so are we. I strongly feel like these events would have ramped up the emotion of the scene and, like i said above, the anticipation. We got closer this time! When will be the next time? Third times the charm right, so we can conclude that the next time he takes his helmet off will be The Big Moment™ so whats it gonna take???

Lets skip to that moment now.

The Final Scene. The Big Reveal. The Reunion, and the Parting of Ways.

Imagine the series went the way I just described. Imagine that in this Final Scene of Season 2, you, personally, had not seen Dins face. You’ve watched this Mandalorian trek and fight and blast his way through the Universe, been there in the room when hes been at this most badass and his most vulnerable. You’ve come so so so close to seeing his face, of seeing him break the Creed he’s clung to for two whole seasons, but you never have. Not yet. And now you’re watching him reunite with Grogu, Baby Yoda, The Kid. The one thing in the entire Universe that Din cares most for. Its a touching and emotional scene, after the fight, after the reveal of [redacted] after it becomes clear that This Is The End.

And then... he reaches up.... is he going to??? is he going to????? HE IS!

He lifts his helmet. Theres no danger, theres no threat, theres no pressure or incentive. This is completely his choice. This is Din, The Mandalorian, raised under the Mandalorian cult Creed, choosing to reveal his face, not only to Grogu, but to everyone in the room, including you.

How much more personal is that? More intimate, more emotional. We get to experience the moment that Grogu, who we all love and care for, is experiencing. We get to feel like we’re in the room. Everyone in that room knows how Strict the Creed is. Sure, the other Mandos dont live by it, but they know what it means to Din, so even they know the sheer significance of this act.

As it is, we the audience dont get to experience this on the same level. We have to think about it after the fact, after we’ve calmed down from the hype. We’ve already seen Dins face, many times, so we dont get that same intimacy. And its a real, real shame.

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[helpinghanikan]

Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 16: Swimming (Din Djarin)

Kinktober Masterlist

Din has been hesitant around large bodies of water recently. It hasn’t gotten bad enough to be considered an outright phobia but has been enough that you worry for his safety. Grogu was a kid prone to accidents and dangerous situation; what if one of those situations involves a lake?

That was how you convinced Din to try and learn how to swim properly. Most Mandalorians are taught from a young age to simply avoid the water where they can. All that armor and weapons can only result in sinking like a rock. Even if they were skilled it would be difficult to survive a sudden drop off.

“I can swim,” Din had insisted when you started stripping.

“I believe you; I also believe there is nothing wrong with practice.” You explained, taking his hands, and walking backwards into the water. “We won’t swim for very long, just enough that I know you’re safe.”

It was late in the night when you proposed this. Grogu was passed out in the bed, and the air was warmer than your average planet.

Din didn’t say much after you got completely naked. Taking the hint and doing, mostly, the same. Only his helmet remained when he stripped down. His armor and clothes folded next to yours.

The water was warm but still cool enough you had to get used to it. It created goosebumps over your legs and arms. A good excuse to press close against Din as you walked backward.

You make it about waist deep before issues arise. Although the ground is sand there is still the occasional rock sitting around. One of those rocks finding it’s way into your heel. Digging in and surprising you enough to send you backwards into the water.

Din does his best to catch you, but he doesn’t have the time to stop gravity. Instead you end up taking him with you. Grabbing onto his forearms and landing in the water with a splash that disturbed the peace around the world.

“Are you alright?” Din asks, pushing himself up to keep you from drowning in waist deep water.  

Rarely do you get to see so much of Din. He always wears the armor and clothing. The lights off when you sleep together and a covering over your eyes when you get a kiss. Seeing him entirely naked from the neck down was a real treat.

He was a hair man. On his chest, his arms, and legs there was a fine layer of dark hair. The water pressing his hair close to him. Your hands run over his arms and chest. No thoughts about the swimming lessons you were planning. The only thing you could think of, you cared about, was the body leaning over you.

“I’m okay,” You say, pushing yourself up to kiss his shoulder.

The swimming lesson is completely forgotten about now. Din lets you cover his shoulder and collar bone in kisses. His hands over your chest, squeezing your breasts and relishing in the feeling of your skin without gloves.

“Come here,” You tell him, and he does exactly that.

With a sudden show of strength Din holds around your back. Pulling you up and onto his lap. The water sloshing and splashing as you bounce against him. Laughing out into the open air and relishing in the warmth this man gives.

He penetrates faster than you would have liked. The overwhelmed feeling of your bare body against his own moved things along faster than they would normally. It stretches and burns a bit when his pushes him. Both hands squeezing and massaging your backside as he waits for your permission to continue.

“Din, please.” You say, an arm wrapped around his neck.

The splashing getting louder, more intense, as you start to bounce. His fingers, usually hidden behind harsh gloves, is delicate against your clit. Back and forth he slides over your clit, as if to apologize for how quickly he decided to fuck you.

It was almost enough. The chill of the air on your nipples, the grunting from the man you love, and a never-ending promise to be together no matter what. That was enough.

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[kyberblade]

Bring You Back (Din x Reader) - Back To You Halloween AU - Coming Oct. 31st!

Summary: The Darkside is always a temptation, even at the best of times…. What would happen if you ended up slipping further and further down a dark path? ….A path they couldn’t follow?

An AU one shot for the Back To You Universe.

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[thequeenopower]

New Partners ; The Mandalorian

I walk towards the large ship, the sweltering heat, and the sand flying around forced me to try and get there faster. Once I had reached the ship, the back had opened, lowering down a ramp.

I peeked my head out and saw a Mandalorian with a floating egg following it. Once they were on the ship and about to close the ramp, I took out my gun, pointed it at the Mandalorian, and stunned him.

He fell down instantly.

And I thought that was gonna be harder.

10 minutes later and I was in the cockpit, the Mandalorian behind me, cuffed and tied on a chair. The egg opened suddenly as I started up the ship.

"Oh my," I say as I see the green child in the egg.

"Who are you?" I pick him up and spun him around trying to get a good look at him.

"You ain't gonna hurt me for doing that to your dad are you?" He looked at me with his big brown eyes and reached out to grab my nose.

"I'm just gonna put you right back here..." I laid him down in his egg and turned back around.

I touched a few buttons and pulled down a lever before feeling the ship raise. I smile and grip onto the two joysticks in front of me, pushing them forward. As the ship went higher and higher into hyperspace, the man behind me started to stir.

"Who are you?" I finally hear. I turned on autopilot before turning the chair around and looking at the man clad in Mandalorian armor.

"Queen Ryn Storm, at your service." I bowed in my seat as he just looked at me.

"I know you're bounty hunter, or well at least you used to be, but I'm trying to get to a planet. You can have it back once I've landed but I really need to get to this planet." I stare into the T shaper visor in his helmet.

"You're a rebel." I laugh.

"No need for introductions I see. I'll just be going back to piloting so I can get to this planet." I turned around and started flying. I heard him trying to get out of the cuffs and ropes but it was no use.

"Pehea liser some solus cuyir mesh'la a stupid sha te adla ca'nara." He grunted out. (How can someone be beautiful but stupid at the same time.)

"Did you just call me stupid?"

"And a lot of other things." I scoffed and continued flying.

Then, something hit the ship. I didn't think it was anything at first since it could've just been something I hit but then a small ship flew in front of me.

"Get out of the ship Queen Ryn!" They said.

"You gotta catch me first!" I pushed up and the ship jutted forward and went at an extremely fast pace. Shots are fired at the ship from behind until I stop short.

"Caught you!" I hear as he flies over the ship and in front of me.

"Rule number one, never catch a tiger by its toe!" I hit a button with my fist and the small ship in front of me explodes.

"Aw fuck!" There are blinking lights and I hear something shut down.

"I'm gonna have to land this."

Once we reached flat soil I let the Mandalorian go.

"You ruined my ship." He seethed in anger.

"Get over it, I'm sure you're rich enough to repair it." I walk out of the ship with him hot on my tail.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says in a serious tone. Such a dad.

"I guess you want to starve out here until one of us becomes so hungry that we start seeing each other as walking chicken," I smirk as he doesn't say anything and continue my way into the nicely separated forest path.

"Hey little buddy, you hungry?" I pick him up and sit him on my lap.

I had just gotten back and had found a village and got food and drinks so we wouldn't die fast out here.

"He already ate." A gruff voice says from behind me. I stand up from my seat and see him with a small rag in his hand.

"Any progress?" He shakes his head.

"You tell me."

"Well since you haven't left me stranded here I'm gonna go with... no." He doesn't say anything as he goes back to working on the outside of the ship.

By the time the ship is done, night has already fallen and the child is already asleep.

"You hungry?" He turns his head towards me and shakes his head.

"Oh come on. You're telling me that you're not hungry after working on the ship all day, in the sweltering heat, while also wearing that armor and not drinking any water what so ever?" He nods before packing tools back up and putting them back on the ship.

"Oh heck no. Come here." He doesn't listen as he continues to load stuff. As he sets the last box down I grab his wrist and sit him down on the extra seat that was there.

"Here, eat." He looks at the bread that's in the napkin and gestures towards his helmet.

"Luckily for you," I trail off as I grab a handkerchief from my back pocket. " I have just the solution."

I tie it around my eyes and make sure I can't see anything.

"I could've just gone back on the ship." I hear a latch be pulled and then something be put on the ground.

"And risk you taking off in my ship? I don't think so." His voice was clearer and not modulated meaning he took off his helmet.

"Tell me 'bout yourself." He says suddenly.

"Oh, uh." I trail off.

"I'll tell you about me if you tell me about you." He bargained.

"Fine. As you know, I am Queen Ryn Storm, also known as Princess Ryn. My father was a very powerful man before the Galactic Empire fell. He was associated with all kinds of terrible people, and my mother didn't like it one bit. She raised me to be just like her, sweet, caring, charismatic. That was until my father had caught her sneaking around with another man." I stopped to breathe before continuing.

"The screams I heard that night, they'll live with me forever. They were so loud and vivid even though they happened so long ago. My father said she had walked out on us, but he had said he'd make me the queen of everything, I guess that's what my mother didn't want happening." Even though I couldn't see him I sat up and looked at him.

"He taught me how to do hand-to-hand combat, shoot a gun, use a knife, fly a ship-"

"Well, we can see what you failed." I punched at where I thought his shoulder would be.

"He was turning me into a war machine so when it was my time to take over as Queen I'd know exactly how to rule. But, as soon as I was inaugurated, I ran off. I flew around planet to planet, a different ship every time I flew. I saw more things in the time I was running than I did when I was in the castle. The Empire had already fallen by the time I was to become Queen, but that didn't stop me from leaving. My father was a terrible man, he never did love me, he just wanted a heir that would do everything he would do." I didn't know I had shed a tear until I went to pull up my blindfold and felt wetness.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that." He said solemnly. I nod and look at towards the ground, kick some dirt.

"Well... tell me your story." He coughed a little to clear his throat.

"Well, when I was young I was caught in the crossfire of an attack by Separatist battle droids during the Fall of the Republic. The droids slaughtered my people, I saw them do it as I clung on to my mother." As soft whimper leaves his throat as he vividly remembers the events that took place that day.

"My parents, they hid me under a hatch to protect me, but before they could even get themselves to safety, they were killed by an explosion. A B2 battle droid almost killed me, they had found where I was and opened it, planning on killing me, but a Mandalorian Warrior had shot him down before he had gotten the chance. More had come to fight the remaining droids but I never saw anything else since the Mandalorian Warrior had already flown away with me. I was then trained and raised as fondling by them, I eventually joined the Tribe that was Nevarro and become a well-known bounty hunter." He finished.

"At least you got a happy ending and a kid out of it." I tried lightening the mood. He let out a chuckle, something that I've never heard him do in the last 24 hours that I had known him.

"I sure did, fought for him long and hard too." I felt him scoot closer beside me.

"So what happens if someone does see your face?"

"Well, then I'd never be able to put my helmet back on." I laughed.

"What?"

"You'd never be able to put it back on? Oh please, what’s so important about someone seeing your face?"

"I'd break the code. I'd no longer be a Mandalorian." I make an o shape with my mouth.

"So you don't ever want to settle down with someone?" He sighs probably wondering why he didn't shoot me when he had the chance.

"I haven't found the right person yet, well, I might've but it's too early to tell." I nod.

"Who's the lucky lady?" He chuckles.

"You don't know her."

"I've been to every single planet you can think of and then some, I also have an outstanding memory. Tell me who it is." I practically begged at the end.

Who's able to say they've gotten a Mandalorian to take their helmet off?

"I'm not telling you." He teased.

"I'll do it." I put my index finger and thumb on the fabric that was blocking my vision.

"You wouldn't dare." He challenged.

"Tell me who it is Mando or I'll do it!" He sighed long and hard.

"Fine, fine. Tion'jor cuyir gar guuror ibic? pehea cuy' Ni supposed at sirbur ibac it's gar?" I made a face since I didn't understand what he was saying. (Why are you like this? How am I supposed to say that it's you?)

"What'd you say?"

"How you're such a pain." I laughed.

"Come on, just tell me" I dragged out the end just wanting to know already.

"Gar bug ni, Ni don't even kar'taylir meg Ni haa'taylir o'r gar.  Guuror pehea did Ni even start at guuror gar o'r ibic skotah amount be ca'nara ibac i've known gar o'r? ok, ok, fine.  Ni guuror gar, ryn buyacir." I still didn't understand him. (You bug me, I don't even know what I see in you. Like how did I even start to like you in this short amount of time that I've known you in? Ok, ok, fine. I like you, Ryn Storm.)

He turns my head to the right and I can feel his breath on my face. I feel his face start to move closer to mine until we're just centimeters apart.

"I like you." And he kissed me, and I kissed back.

And the child watched it all happen as if there wasn't any force between them at all.

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

How are there only 16 slots left?? Since there are, and if you end up w/17 asks for ships pls delete mine, can I have a Mandalorain ship? 22, they/she,I’m an INTP, Aquarius, Gryffindor. I’m noted for my kindness, caring, sense off humor, eclecticism, and patience. I’ve also been told I’m high energy and mysterious, but I don’t see it. Generally considered “cute”. Tea and tea time enthusiast. So many houseplants, hobby of quilting. I ship you with a few ppl depending on how the wind blows 1/2

and right now the wind is blowing towards Obi Wan Kenobi. You two would be one of those instances of like produces like because I feel like you have similar vibes and it would make for a very harmonic household 2/2

I ship you with Ahsoka Tano

Does this count as Mandalorian? Fuck it, she shows up, I’m counting it. This Ahsoka has grown up a lot since The Clone Wars, but she’s still just as brave and dedicated as she was then. Having someone like you to help bring back her lighter side who can still laugh is something she needs. You in turn get someone who is going to stick by you. Also, you are unintentionally that mysterious couple who rides in to clean up the town. Imagine the aesthetic.

Man Obi Wan really is coming in hot this round. 😂

(19/30)

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[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

A Lesson In Traditions [Din Djarin x Reader]

Title: A Lesson In Traditions Summary: After the brief spark, you felt between you and Din, you are longing for it to be recreated. And, maybe a shiny trinket from Mandalorian tradition can help you with that. Warnings: None I don't think ? Request: N/A

A/N: Some of you wanted a part two to A Lesson In Mando'a so here's the follow up! I might make this a series if anyone is interested

A/N 2: I made up the idea of betrothal necklaces. I don't think these exist in Mandalorian culture, but I took inspiration from water benders in Avatar the Last Airbender, because I thought the idea was cute! So credit to that series!

PART 1: A Lesson In Mando’a PART 2: A Lesson In Traditions PART 3: A Lesson In Touch

Din Djarin~A Lesson In Traditions

It had been a while since Din had told you what cyar'ika had meant, and ever since then the two of you had been dancing around each other. Surely, he knew you liked him by now- you had tried to hint at him several times: lingering touches, longer conversations, closeness to him. And, yet the Mandalorian remained oblivious. You supposed that no matter the species or creed, men were all as dense as each other.

        You huffed as you held the child on your lap.

        "I don't know what I'm going to do, little one," you murmured, "I think I'm having more luck communicating with you, than I am with your dad. ...Maybe I should just give up. He has his creed to follow anyway..."

        The child looked at you, his head slightly tilted. His big eyes stared up at you. Despite not saying anything at all, you knew he was understanding you. He was a pretty great listener, even if he was only a youngling.

        "You know, you're right. Maybe I- maybe we just need a day out. Some fresh air. What do you think? Do you want to take a little trip? We need some more supplies anyway, I'm getting sick of rations, and I'd like some fresh food. What about you?"

        The child perked up at the mention of food, and you smiled.

        "I'll take that as a yes," you giggled, "Let me go speak to your daddy."

        You placed the child gently down in his bed, and made your way up to the cockpit, where Din was flying the ship. Your head peeked up from the ladder, and you clambered up and stood awkwardly for a second at the back of the room. Din heard you enter, and waited for you to speak. He turned his head ever so slightly, his beskar glinting from the faint light the stars around the ship were producing.

        "Hi," you murmured, wandering over to where Din was sitting, "How far away are we from the next stop?"

        "About an hour," Din replied, "Why do you ask?"

        You fold your hands neatly in front of you, you shift your weight slightly forward, and almost rock on the balls of your feet.

        "Well, I was thinking that I- well, us... You, me and the kid could take a trip to the local market on our next stop. It's just we need more food anyways, and I'm going a bit stir crazy. It'll do us some good to get some fresh air, especially the kid. He can't spend his whole life in this ship."

        Din contemplates for a second.

        "I know what you're going to say- It's dangerous, we're being hunted but-"

        "-I was actually going to say okay."

        "Really? I mean, great. Thank you!"

        Din smiles under his helmet, not that you can tell, and continues, "As you said, we need food anyway, and the next planet we're going to land on is remote enough. It's definitely not Imp friendly either."

        You nod, and flash Din a smile. The tension slowly builds in the room; you can feel his eyes on you. Despite not being able to see his eyes (hell, you didn't even know what colour they were), you could sense them: trained on you. You coughed awkwardly.

        "I'm going to go check on the kid. Uh- Give me a shout when we're about to land."

        "I will, cyar'ika."

        Your heart jumps at the nickname.

~~~

As soon as you landed, you grabbed your bag, your gun and a set of knives. Despite not technically being employed by any bounty hunting guilds right now, it never hurt to be prepared: especially when the small green creature you were travelling with had such a high price on his head. And, then you turned to Din. He was also carrying his fair share of weapons, and of course the child. He was situated in Din's bag, his cute little face peaking out over the top. You smiled at him, before beginning to walk down the ramp.

        The Mandalorian made his way into the town, with you by his side, and his small son literally at his side. He didn't feel uneasy about this place- it looked relatively safe, but he was still on high alert. And, he wanted you to be as well.

        Despite having only known you a couple of months, he didn't dare think about the possibility of something happening to you. He knew he had to protect the child, that was a given, but the growing affection he had for you was uncharted. As a boy, he had learned about Mandalorians caring for foundlings (just as they had done with him as a boy), but romantic relationships were something out of his reach. He knew they occurred; they had to. The Mandalorians, while being a creed of highly trained soldiers, still held family at their core. After all, how were they to make more warriors without romantic relationships. But, truthfully, they were something unfamiliar to him. It had never been possible in his life, not with the creed. With you, his thoughts had begun to wander more and more lately. About you being next to him, being his family. He knew Mandalorians were allowed to take their helmets off for family, for those in their Clan. The more time you spent with him, the more he considered you to be apart of his Clan... He shook himself slightly. 'Stop,' he thought, 'You shouldn't have this on your mind. Y/N doesn't think of you that way. They're here for the child. That's it.'

        If only Din knew how far from the truth that was.

        "I need you to take him," Din says to you, carefully taking the child from his bag and handing him to you, "I'm going to go into the cantina, and see if I can find me- us some work. I trust you can manage to get us some supplies?"

        "You insult me, my love," you laugh, holding the child in your arms, "I am more than capable. I hope you save me at least one good bounty. I can't let you have all the fun."

        "I'll keep an eye out. Meet me here in half an hour."

        "Will do, my love," you smile and walk away from him.

        Din was glad for the distance being put between the two of you, because he was sure if you were any closer to him, you would be able to hear his heart racing behind his beskar. 'My love,' he pondered. He quite liked the way that sounded rolling off your tongue, perhaps even more than he liked hearing you say his own name. He gave one last look over his shoulder, just to make sure you were okay, before heading into the cantina.

~~~

You'd successfully made it to the market, and had made your way around over half of the stalls, and you had basically bought all the food for you and your Mandalorian. As you continued walking through the market, most of the stalls you passed by were food, but some were trinkets, toys, and even weapons. You'd hesitated by one particular booth. They were selling crystals, luxury cloth, and jewellery. Usually, you weren't one for such fine things (in your life style, things like that would end up ruined, stolen or pawned), but you'd been drawn in by one particular necklace. The chain was made up of two types of metal from what you could tell: a shinning silver, and a deep, darker grey. Attached to the chain was an unfamiliar symbol. It curved into a symmetrical shape, one that looked like two halves of a whole.

        "That's real beskar, you know," the seller assured, "It would look beautiful sitting around your neck."

        The seller was an older woman. She wore blue and purple robes, dirtied only a little by the sand- no doubt from the extensive sand desert that lay just outside the town. She had a kind face, her eyes smiling up at you. You'd almost forgotten to reply.

        "What do you say? Can I interest you in such a fine, unique piece?"

        "Oh, I'm not sure-"

        "-I'm sure your husband would like it: it would match his own armour after all," the lady added, taking the necklace off of its stand and presenting it to you.

        "Oh, he's not- He's not my husband. We're just travel companions, that's all."

        "Someone should tell him that. The way he looks at you... Only few people are so lucky. Looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky."

        "How do you know that? His helmet-"

        "-There's some things you just know with age, dearie. Love is one of them."

        You were rendered speechless. Did he really look at you like that? Was is that obvious? Did his heart beat for yours the way yours beats for his? You hardly had time to process the thought of you and Din together that close, as spouses, before the seller spoke again.

        "So what do you say? Can I tempt you with this necklace? I can even throw in a free toy for the little one," she smiled, cooing to the child from across the table.

        You looked at the seller, and then down to him.

        "What do you say, little guy? Do you want a new toy?" you murmured to him; when you saw his eyes gleam with excitement, you knew it was all over.

        "I think he said yes," the merchant laughs.

        "I think you're right," you reply, reaching into your bag for your purse, "I usually wouldn't spend credits on a thing like this... But, it is quite beautiful. And, you do deserve a new toy."

        You handed the lady her credits, and took the necklace from her. She'd placed it into a small, black, velvet box. The box had small silver hinges and a clasp at the front. You felt a little giddy. It had been a while since you'd made such an unessential purchase, and there was a small part of you that hoped if you wore this you might get the attention of a certain masked warrior. You shook your head, granted it was a little desperate, but you figured worth a shot.

        The child also received his gift too. It was a small figurine of an animal. You weren't quite sure which one, but he seemed to like it, and that was good enough for you.

        You slipped the velvet box into your bag, and caught a glimpse of your watch. Fuck, you were late. You jostled the child closer to your chest and began to almost sprint back to the cantina: you did not want to have to deal with a grumpy Mandalorian, least of all if you were the cause of his grumpiness. The closer you got, the easier it was to make out his figure.

        "Look, before you say anything, I'm sorry I'm late. Time must have slipped my mind, and I ran into a strange lady at one of the stalls, and she sold me this- You know what, you probably don't need to know all that. Just know we've got enough food to last us at least a month, and the child had fun."

        "He has a new toy."

        "I- Yeah," you replied, "Not exactly an essential, I know, but don't worry I used my credits. Besides, it'll hopefully stop him wrecking your cockpit for a toy."

        Din nodded. You don't know why you expected him to say more. He wasn't a man of many words, and you were apparently no exception. You made your way back to the ship with the Mandalorian in silence. It wasn't unpleasant by any means, but also it felt like you both had lots to say: you just didn't know how to say it.

        "Did you buy anything for yourself?" Din asked, looking over to you as you reached the ship.

        How did he know?

        Din obviously sensed your confusion.

        "I- You said that a lady sold you something, that's all," Din clarified.

        "Oooh, oh that," you said, looking down at your bag, "Yeah, I did. A bit of an impulse buy if I'm honest, but the lady was too nice to deny. She sold me a necklace. Maybe you can help me put it on."

        Din nodded; that should be easy. It was just a necklace after all. He'd fought off enemies twice his size, survived when the odds were against him, and was one of the best bounty hunters there was... It should be easy. So why was his heart racing?

        You placed the child down on the floor of the Razor Crest, and reached inside your bag for the box. Your hands traced the inside of your bag blindly, before feelings the soft touch of velvet. Carefully, you took it out of the bag, and revealed the box. Din's eyes watched with intrigue. You unfastened the clasp and opened the box. It snapped back on its hinges, and revealed the chain.

        Din's eyes registered the metal before his brain could even process it: a betrothal necklace.

        "The lady said it was genuine beskar, but I'm not so sure. I think it's just silver, probably some iron too- but it's pretty either way. Do you mind helping me put it on still?"

        Din's mind was still racing. He'd heard about the tradition of giving a betrothal necklace from urban tales and word of mouth from other Mandalorians, but he'd never actually seen one this close. The tradition stated that the Mandalorian proposing would take part of their beskar and part of their riduur-to-be's beskar and melt them into a necklace, with the two swirling around each other before eventually combining into a symbol at the bottom. Usually it was a good luck symbol, or for fertility. Something along those lines. It felt almost surreal seeing one close up.

        "Are you alright, Din?" you ask, "Is something up?"

       He wasn't sure if he should mention the tradition, what the necklace meant to the Mandalorians... It was basically a dead tradition now, anyway. There was no harm in not telling you, right? After all, there were very few Mandalorians left, and even fewer that managed to have the privilege of finding a riduur: you didn't need to know..

        "No, no... I'm fine," he reassures, "I- Hand me the necklace."

        Din took the necklace from you and instructed you to hold your hair out of the way. You obliged, and felt him lace the necklace around your neck before fastening it in the back. There was a small pause, where the two of you just stayed there: in the moment. It took everything in you not to shiver as you felt a rush down your spine. The sensation of Din's hands on you, even just for a moment, was almost too much. You turned around to face him.

        "Do you like it?" you ask, holding the pendant of your new necklace between your thumb and your index finger.

        "It suits you," he affirmed, "Mesh'la."

       "Thank you," you blushed, making a mental note to ask what 'Mesh'la' meant at a later date, "I- I'm going to go put the food supplies away."

       Din decided against telling you about the origin of your neckalce; you looked far too radiant wearing it for him to say anything that may shift the tone. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, so he just let you walk past him. Part of him felt guilty for not saying anything, but another part of him selfishly thought it looked beautiful sat around your neck. For a moment he could almost imagine that he had given you that..

       ...That you were his riduur.

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