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Only for You

Summary: You have never seen him remove his mask, not even when Luke took Grogu away.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Former Jedi GN!Reader, Luke Skywalker x Platonic!Reader (kinda?)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Season 2 spoilers, Angst (it took a turn, ig), talks about past trauma, no use of y/n, cursing, fluff maybe?, and ofc awfully written

A/N: I don’t know if anyone has written something like this, it’s more of a self-indulgent fic just because. I made this to be fluff, idk how that turned out ;-; Also please be nice, this is my first ever Mando fic.

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

Din Djarin or better known as “the Mandalorian” for others, was a man of few words. When he first stumbled upon you on a mission, he didn’t even bother to bat an eye. It was because of the little green foundling, Grogu, who took interest and became immediately fond of you, that forced the bounty hunter to take you aboard the Razor Crest.

During the first six months you have spent with him, your relationship with Mando remained stagnant and purely professional. He only saw you as a colleague, someone who can help him accomplish tasks quicker, and take Grogu off his hands when he has something important to do or so that was what you thought. Although, you can’t say the same for yourself because you were attracted to the masked man, whom you have never even seen the face of.

Today was no different when he asked you to accompany him in collecting supplies and resources as it was running low. As you were about to leave the ship and follow him, Grogu swaddled to you and embraced your leg, not letting you go. “Me and Mando will just go out and gather supplies, little one.” You explained to him, crouching down and carrying him back to his makeshift cradle. Grogu whined, shaking his head in protest and reaching his arms back for you to carry him back.

“I can’t, little one. Don’t worry, we’ll be quick.” You assured him, caressing his head. Once he made a satisfied grumble, you let go of him and gave him one more wave before rushing outside the ship.

“You clearly took your time.” Din stated, and you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was annoyed.

You rolled your eyes at him walking past him, your shoulders brushing against his beskar. “Well you can’t really blame me, can you? Little Grogu didn’t want to let go of me.”, you retorted, shrugging and looking over your shoulder prior to sticking your tongue out like a child.

You heard him grumble something about him being the one who saved Grogu but is more attached to you, which made you laugh.

A few months later, you can safely say that your relationship with the head of the ship improved. He started engaging in conversations with you more often, joined in your daily activities a.k.a. playing with Grogu, and even taught you his native language, Mando’a, and trained you self-defence in case he wasn’t on the Crest.

Be that as it may, you’re unsafe to say that the relationship you have developed with the Mandalorian caused your little crush on him to bloom into something more treacherous. There were often times where you found yourself thinking and daydreaming about him as well as imagining how he looks without his helmet on to the point where you get too distracted doing your routines.

A year has passed since Grogu went with Luke to train and ever since then, things between you and the bounty hunter have changed. He grew distant and cold towards you as if the friendship you have established has turned into nothing but dust, and it left you confused as you returned to the first step. But you missed the little goblin whomst you had created a bond with, and you missed the relationship you’ve previously had with the Mandalorian.

You sat on the co-captain’s chair in the cockpit, staring in the distance as your mind aimlessly wandered in your thoughts while you waited for the bounty hunter to return from his current mission. You spun your chair as you replayed that night the Jedi ransacked the ship.

Just as Djarin rescued Grogu, another alarm rang through the cruiser when a X-wing fighter flew past it. You were so engrossed by the ship landing on the dock that you did not notice Grogu appear on your lap and watched along with you. Silence loomed across the room, as a hooded figure dismounted the ship. The moment you saw the green lightsaber flash from the mystery man’s hand, you felt as if a bucket of ice water fell on you.

Grogu seemed to have noticed your change in demeanour that he made concerned, little gurgling noises that pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked at him and caressed his head, giving him a small smile to assure him you’re alright.

As Gideon saw the commotion bother the crowd, he took his chance, pulling out his blaster and shooting Kryze, pummeling her to the floor. He then turned around to aim at you and Grogu, but Mando was quick to act and jumped in front of you as you shielded Grogu.

Opening your eyes, you saw Gideon knocked out on the ground and Grogu reaching his hands up to the monitor wherein the not so mysterious man (to you anyway) just finished the dark troopers. You heard Djarin command someone to open the doors, but you were too fixated on the man walking towards it that you did not hear who.

Once the door is open, the man removes his hood revealing his face. No one said a word as his eyes travelled and studied each person in the room, definitely searching for someone. When you met his gaze, he looked at you with familiarity, making you look away.

“I am Luke Skywalker”, he introduced himself. You discreetly rolled your eyes at the mention of his name.

“Are you a Jedi?” Din asked, to which Skywalker answered and confirmed. You turned your chair so your back is facing him, Grogu, on the other hand, peeked at the side of the chair, interested in the man.

You heard Luke call onto Grogu, you looked down at the foundling who hasn’t moved an inch. “He doesn’t want to go with you.” The masked man said, stepping forward. Luke went on explaining that Grogu was asking for Mando’s permission to allow him and that the Jedi will do his best to protect the Child with his life and train him which made you scoff.

You did not have to look to know that the bounty hunter was reluctant in letting Grogu go, but you both knew that was what he was meant to do. So when you heard his footsteps coming towards you, you faced him and handed him the Child.

“Go on, little one. That’s who you belong with, he’s one of your kind. I’ll see you again, I promise.” Mando assured the little one, but you knew that he was also assuring himself that they will be reunited again.

You watched them intently as the Child held up his hand to touch the beskar helmet of Djarin. You heard about Djarin and his affiliations with The Children of the Watch. You also know that group teaches its foundlings that they should never reveal their identity to the presence of another living being. So when you saw him clutch the material that covered his identity, you turned your chair away from him, respecting the belief of the group he is in.

You felt trinkets of water on your cheeks as you heard Mando usher the Child to go with Luke. Once you heard your partner put his helmet back on, you assumed that the Jedi master already left, and you huffed out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, thinking you were finally safe. Or that’s what you thought…

“I see you’ve joined the other side,” the blonde spoke up, proving your assumptions wrong and making you inhale sharply as he was clearly talking about you.

You felt everyone’s eyes fall on you, but you were particular about only one. You felt Djarin’s eyes drill holes at you with curiosity through his helmet, and he did not have to remove it for you to figure out that he was baffled about what was unfolding in front of him.

You spun your chair once more to face him, glaring at him and crossing your arms. “So? What is it to you?”, you retorted sassily.

“Ah, still the same old you. It’s nothing really, I just never expected it, especially with you.” He taunted.

“Oh really? I would beg to differ.” You protested, quirking your eyebrow and leaning forward. “Or have you already forgotten what you did to me?”

Luke stayed quiet for a moment, speechless that you remembered what happened years ago. “You know I never meant for that to happen.”

What he said infuriated you, but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, fisting your hand. “I never left you on purpose. I was needed elsewhere. I had a duty. And if I had let you know, would you have let me go? I don’t think so because you wouldn’t have understood anything since what do you know about duty and responsibilities, huh?” He continued, raising his voice as he defended his previous actions.

That stunned you, but he was right. You had no sense of duty as you were a young, reckless, and carefree person. You had no care for your responsibilities. You wanted your life to be filled with fun and joy, not with stress and worry. You had potential with the Force even Kenobi foresaw that, and had you taken your training seriously, your skills would be equalling Luke on a par or duel, maybe even bested him. But you had let your childishness win. Yet he had no right whatsoever to talk to you like that, like he knew what happened to you.

You stood up from where you were seated and started striding towards him, forgetting the existence of the others. “How dare you speak to me that way, Luke Skywalker. Do you have any idea of what I went through the moment you left? NO! You have no idea what hell I have experienced and encountered when you abandoned me. You have no idea about the pains and sacrifices I made in order to get back up again. You have no clue how long it took me to fix and find myself once more. I waited for years Luke, years thinking you would return for me but no, you never did. I felt like I had no purpose anymore, but thanks to them…”, You argued, looking at Din Djarin before continuing. “I found it again. Without them, I would probably still be wandering the outskirts of wherever. I was saved by them, by Grogu and Djarin.”

Once you were face to face with him, you pointed your finger at him, stopping the urge to slap him, “You have not one shittiest hint of what I have been through, so you have no right to talk to me like that. You were the only one I had, you were my best friend, yet it seemed so easy for you to leave me. I only wished you told me, then maybe it would have been easier for me.” You whisper-shouted, your lips quivering as you held back your tears and softly punched his shoulders, avoiding to hurt the Child.

You felt yourself become light-headed from all the emotions that you let out. The last thing you felt was strong, cold arms catching you before your vision turned dark and passed out.

When you woke up, you looked over to the side hoping to see the man you were completely infatuated with, instead you were disappointed when you were met by Bo Katan. When she saw you open your eyes, she immediately told you that Grogu went with Luke to become his apprentice. You scrambled on your feet, Kryze behind you as you searched the whole ship looking for any signs of Grogu, but there was none. And that broke you even more as you never got to say goodbye.

An hour or so has passed by and you were still deep in thought not hearing the bounty hunter return from his assignment. He removed his armour, leaving his helmet on as he went to look for you in the ship. When he found you, he saw you lost in thought, your chin placed on your palm. He let out a sigh, leaning against the doorframe and watched your reflection on the window.

Before he left, he told you that he was going out to complete a mission he accepted, the truth was he went to see Ahsoka. The confrontation that happened between you and the Jedi bothered and confused him. He thought that the connection you both had meant you trusted him enough to tell him those kinds of things, apparently he was wrong and expected too much that he ended up getting hurt in the process.

The feelings he had towards you puzzled him, and he wondered if there was a chance that you felt the same towards him. But seeing how you and Luke fought, he gave that thought up and started distancing himself to lessen the pain. He knew what he was doing affected you both badly, but he thought it was for the best.

And although he believes that what happened that night doesn’t hurt him anymore, he knows deep inside that he’s only lying to himself, especially because it was the night where he had to let go of his ‘kid’. But what wounded him more than it should was that it was Baby Grogu that bridged him to you. During your first encounter, he only saw you as a burden. But the immediate close proximity you have made with the Child, allowed him to give you the benefit of the doubt and accepted you anyway.

He stayed distant, watching you and Grogu interact and play while he worked or rested. In those moments, he felt his cold heart warm up to you, thinking that maybe it would not be so bad to make a bond with you. Afterall, you’ve known each other for how many months already.

So in a few months, he joined you whenever he had nothing to do, helping you in taking care of Grogu or just spending time with you and getting to know you better. As you got together frequently, his feelings evolved. Being with you made him at ease, made him feel he was safe. You welcomed him with open arms and open heart, not once making him feel uncomfortable or judged. He trusted you and became most vulnerable only to you, the first he has done in a while. But the thing about you that he cannot fathom was that there was something about being around your presence that he could not keep away from even just for a second.

And after everything, after seeing and learning about the things you kept secret from him, all he gravely wanted to do was pull you closer to his embrace and comfort you. He wishes to be there for you as you let the walls you built for years break. He craves to be the person who you will look for and run to when you need someone like how he is to you. He longs to be the person whom you would be comfortable to show the real you without any filters. He aches to be the one to put and protect that beautiful smile and laugh of yours. And he yearns to hold you, to have you in his arms, to shower you with kisses, to tell you what he truly feels about you, to wake up beside you, and to be able to call you his best friend and lover.

That was the main reason why he visited Ahsoka because he had no clue about what he felt and how to express it. When the former Jedi master confronted him and told him bluntly that what he felt was love, he instantly denied that idea until she asked him a series of questions about you. And when he realised it, he promptly stood up and thanked her before sprinting as fast as his legs could back to the ship.

Which brings him to now, still watching you. He observed you quietly, wondering what it was that put you deep in thought. He loves it whenever you use that wonderful brain of yours because you have an adorable habit of scrunching your eyebrows together and pouting your lips.

The moment he saw a teardrop fall from your cheek, he felt his heart shatter. Maybe he doesn’t know the reason but he wasn’t completely heartless. His legs quietly carried him to you, sitting down beside you and wiping your tear stained cheeks, startling you.

You withdrew yourself from his touch, frantically looking elsewhere as you felt his eyes scan, possibly trying to figure out what you were thinking. “Hey Mando! Since when did you get back?” You asked nervously, your fingers fidgeting and legs bouncing.

He hummed before sitting on his respective chair and facing you. “Just a while back. Can I ask you something?” He queried, his voice heavy due to the modulation of his helmet. “You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”, he continued, checking your body language to see if you were okay with it. You squirmed in your seat, feeling seen by him before nodding, eyes still averted from him, “Ask away, amigo.”

“Why have you never told me?” You looked at him, your eyebrows knitting together, “Never told you what exactly?” Although you can’t see him do it, he rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrow at you. “I mean, why have you never told me that you were a Jedi warrior? I thought that maybe by that time before that Luke guy appeared, we already earned each other’s trust.”

The question took you by surprise, not that you weren’t expecting him to ask, you just didn’t think he would ask you now since it has been a year already. For the first time, you understood why he pushed you away, he felt like you had not trusted him enough to not give him this information that it hurt him.

You finally found the courage to look at him, and you have no idea what he’s thinking or what his expression is behind his mask, making you more jittery.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, sighing it out before opening them once more to look at him. “I presumed that I did not have to remember that chapter of my life once I joined your journey. I never expected Luke to appear out of nowhere and bring that part of my life up. As for never telling you, I did not want to share to you the burden of guilt I carry. You have so much on your shoulders already, that it felt right to just never let you know as I have left it. Maybe also because I was scared that your perception of me would differ when you find out. ”

Your sight dropped to your lap, your thumbs playing with one another, and your whole body trembled as you finished. You couldn’t look at him now, you felt vulnerable as you held back your tears. There was nothing but deafening silence and it scared you because the thoughts in your head are saying that he sees you differently and more disgusting now than ever. But those thoughts evaporated the moment he placed his right hand on yours, caressing it while his left hand softly cupped your chin and moved it up so he could see your face.

His left hand continued moving, stroking your cheeks with his knuckles. You released a relieved sigh as you leaned into his touch. “Darling, I would never look at you differently just because our races hated each other. And I’m sorry if I ever hurt you by distancing myself away. It just felt…”

You pulled your right hand away and placed it on his helmet, gesturing for him to stop. “You don’t have to explain, okay? I should have told you because we made a promise that there should be no secrets between us.”

It was now your turn to place your hand on the cheeks of his cold headgear, running the pad of your thumb against the cold surface. He broke away from your touch, withdrawing his hands from you and moving it towards the end of his helmet. That was when it hit you he was going to take it off for you, but before he could you stopped him.

“Wait, what are you trying to do?”

“Well before you stopped me, I was going to remove my helmet.” He quipped, making you giggle.

“No I knew that, you idiot. I meant why are you doing it? Don’t you have some sort of belief that you shouldn’t show your face to others?” You asked innocently, titling your head out of curiosity. Din chuckled at the thought of you being dense.

“We did say there should be no secrets between us, right?.”

“Right, but doesn’t mean you have to do that especially if you feel like you’re being forced to. And you already went against that vow when you removed it for Grogu, I don’t want you to do the same just for me.” He laughed at your explanation, the modulation of his voice vibrating to your spine, making you shudder.

“For a genius, you can be the densest person. I already broke the oath for Grogu, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. But even before that, if you had asked me to show myself to you, I would have taken the chance and done it anyway.”

What he professed dumbfounded you. “I? You? Wha? Why?”, was the only thing you managed to articulate, smart right?

“Because…”, he trailed off. “Because you are worth breaking the commitment I made to The Tribe. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up, and my last thought before I go to bed, you smile at me in my dreams. And only for you, I would risk everything even if it meant getting outcasted by my race since you mean everything to me and I love you beyond the galaxies and more.”

With that he removed the last piece of beskar armour he had on, placing it on his lap and officially revealing his identity to you. Your mind still not comprehending what he said, added with the fact he showed his face to you, had you feeling hundreds and thousands of swirling emotions.

Concerned at your stillness, he asked, “Am I that ugly?” pulling you out of your thoughts.

Blinking your eyes, it hit you that he was there without the headpiece. “Oh my Gooooood!” You exclaimed, astonished by how good he looks.

“Is that a good thing?”, he asked once more, scratching the back of his nape. You nodded your head vigorously. You stared at his features, remembering every detail, in case you’ll never see it again.

He has tousled brown hair from removing his helmet. His eyes were a twinkling chocolate brown doe orbs that seemed to hypnotise you as you stared into it. He had soft and pale red lips. Topping off his features was a peppered stubble that scattered on his jaw and a moustache that made him look more serious and mature.

You timidly move your hand to his cheek, afraid that in a blink of an eye, you will wake up and everything you saw was a dream and t’was too good to be true. He softly gripped your wrist, eagerly placing your palm on his cheeks, making you wheeze at his impatience.

Once your skins’ touch, you stroked his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble underneath your palm. When you made eye contact, you gave him a soft smile. And it didn’t go unnoticed that his eyes flickered to your lips for a moment.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” He asked with no shame, taking you off guard and making you choke on your own saliva. You smacked him in the chest, and he just raised his eyebrow.

“So can I?” You pretended to think for a moment before nodding. “I need verbal consent, darling.” He drawled, leaning forward and boring his eyes into yours. You cannot deny that letting his gentleness lead him gave you butterflies, once more falling head over heels in love with the tin man.

“Yes Din, kiss me please.” You begged, and in one swift motion, he leaned towards you and pressed his lips against yours.

You had thoughts that the kiss you two would share would be heavenly, but you had not expected it to be this good. His lips were soft and light like feathers against yours. His hand held the side of your neck, the pad of his thumb grazing your jaw, while the other found itself on your thighs as he gave it a comforting and reassuring squeeze, resulting in a satisfactory sigh coming from you.

You felt him smile through the kiss before pulling away to catch his breath, making you whine at the loss of contact.

He placed his forehead on yours, piercing into your orb before mumbling, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, my mesh'la cyar’ika**” against your lips.

“I love you too, Din.”, placing one more kiss on his lips.

Note: Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, my mesh'la cyar’ika** - I love you, my beautiful darling.

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"Rings" - Din Djarin x female!reader

(GIF by Me … this was a hassle to create, I tell you guys)

Summary: You give something up that is very important to you to save Din’s life.

Warning: injury/blood, a bit of violence, near-death experience, death of someone close to the reader (only mentioned)

Disclaimer: I normally try to give the reader as little backstory as possible but that wasn’t an option here. So, please just roll with it.

Category: angst/fluff

Words: about 8.000

Note: Today’s my birthday (it’s already the 30th December where I live) so, have this piece of my writing as a sort of present from me to you! I must say I’m very proud to have finished this before the end of 2020. Letting you decide what I should write next and just reading your interest in my ideas definitely motivated me to write. So, thank you! <3 Note 2: I hope y’all enjoy it, I was a bit nervous because I rewrote a lot of it since it always felt like something wasn’t right or missing. The first draft was 4.000 words and I only wanted to check for any grammar mistakes and … well, you see what happened xD I also wish y’all a (early) happy New Year! I hope 2021 will be better for all of us.

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“Rings” – Din Djarin x fem!reader

You sat on the pilot seat of the Razor Crest, staring outside at the dark void of space speckled with star streaks. Mando was sleeping, the Child too, so you had some time for yourself that you didn’t know how to spend efficiently. The autopilot was on and the ship wasn’t in the need of any repairs, so you didn’t even need to be awake right now but you didn’t feel tired enough to fall asleep either. Absentmindedly you twisted one of your rings in your fingers to pass the time. It was a metallic-silver ring that looked like two intertwined ones, nothing engraved into it, no jewels on it, quite uneven. It was an unremarkable ring, a simple ring. Still, from all the rings on your fingers this one meant the most to you. This ring was your go to distraction when you were bored and your comforter.

“What are you doing?” a modulated voice asked behind you. Flinching you dropped your hands in your lab and spun around in the chair to face the Mandalorian. You furrowed your brows at him to silently scold him. How was he able to move without making a single sound in that metal armor of his? After a while you shrugged your shoulders in answer. “Nothing, really.” Turning back around you stared out of the window again with a sigh. “I’m just … bored.” A small smile found its way on your lips as you crossed your arms before your chest and leaned back in the chair, knowing fully well that Mando stood dumbfounded behind you because you were sitting in ‘his’ seat. Though as long as he wasn’t saying anything there was no problem, right? You had to suppress the small snort that would have threatened to spill over your lips otherwise. “Is the Child still sleeping?” you asked instead after a while in which you hadn’t heard the Mandalorian move at all. But for all you might know he could have already walked back down or he could stand right behind you. “Yes” he answered shortly, his voice still sounded like he stood in the doorway to the cockpit. So, he hadn’t moved. “Good” you retorted before standing up, thinking you had tortured the silent Mandalorian enough, and sat down on one of the co-pilot seats. Mando stood still for a few moments longer before also sitting down in his seat. You two stayed silent after that and after a while you resumed back to twisting the ring between your fingers in boredom.

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minor feelings | Din Djarin x Reader

A/N: I missed Din! I hope you guys enjoy!

Rating: 18+ for sexual themes

Warning: This is Fem!reader so she/her pronouns are used in the fic. This story deals with graphic sexual discussions as well as sexual harassment. Quite a few naughty words. Some light violence, but nothing really atypical for Star Wars.

Word Count: 2,017, apparently!!

Summary: You and Mando are hunting down a quarry, who you painfully discover is someone from your past.

You looked around the dimly lit cantina in search of Mando’s newest quarry, listening to the sounds of cups hitting tables and a dozen conversations. You’d hear bits and pieces of some of them; two men were talking about a project at their work, a couple in the corner wasn’t being subtle about exactly what they were going to do to each other once they were home alone.

You’d been traveling with Mando for a few months now, hopping between a glorified babysitter and a bounty hunting assistant. You found the baby a little easier to deal with at first, but the more you helped him with quarries and the more he trusted you with more responsibilities, the more you started to like that too.

And you were getting pretty damn good at it if you did say so yourself.

There was just one slight problem.

“You know, this might be easier if I knew who I was looking for.” You smiled over the alcoholic drink you were sipping, trying not to laugh at his forgetfulness and your stupidity.

There was a drink in front of Mando too, obviously untouched given his rules regarding his helmet. The waitress had been so pushy, he’d given in and grunted out an obviously very enthusiastic ‘fine’ to get her to leave him alone. “Oh. Right.”

He slid the puck over to you and you grabbed it before it could fall off the table, pressing the button to pull up the hologram that would show you the face and details of the quarry it was tracking. When you saw the familiar face spinning around, showing you every unforgettable angle, the puck slipped from your hand and clattered to the table.

“What’s wrong?” Mando asked, helmet tilting up to follow your movements as you quickly moved out of the booth and backed away.

“I…I just remembered something. Be right back.” You bolted out of the cantina before he could say anything, pausing when you saw all the people that were loitering outside of the entrance.

You could feel your chest constricting and tears were blurring your vision, so you ducked into the alleyway between the cantina and another building to gather yourself privately. You pressed your back against the wall and closed your eyes, willing yourself to calm down.

You knew this quarry. Years ago, years before Mando, when you were just some nobody on a nowhere planet, just going about your daily life like anybody else.

He was handsome and charming, he made you laugh, he knew just where to touch you, and it was all so perfect. All his promises to get you off that planet, to take you to see the worlds and the stars you’d never seen before, made your fantasies of being more seem like they were within your reach.

But those promises were made while his hands were wandering over your body. Love was only whispered in your ear when he was inside you. And when you found him using those same words on another dreamy-eyed woman, you realized everything was a lie.

He wasn’t going to take you to see other planets or to have these grand adventures; no, he just wanted to soften you up, to make you pliable under his touch so he could take what he desired.

He was angry when you told him you didn’t want to see him again. Angry. As if he hadn’t lied to you and betrayed you, as if you were the one who was going around lying to people until they fucked you. You should have been angry, but instead you were calm in your hurt and busied yourself with anything that didn’t let you think of him.

He left your planet anyway. Whether to go on those promised adventures or because all the other people he fucked finally figured him out, you didn’t know.

“Well, I picked a good time to take a leak, huh?” That voice was like nails on a chalkboard to you now and you tensed against the wall, refusing to open your eyes.

But you heard footsteps approaching and stopping in front of you, and you would much rather watch his every move and pretend he didn’t affect you. You slowly opened your eyes to confirm it was him, standing with his usual cocky flair, an arrogant smirk on his lips.

His eyes trailed over your form, not even trying to be subtle. “You’ve held up.”

You weren’t going to let him get to you, damn it. You set your shoulders and stood up a little straighter, leveling your gaze. “People don’t tend to fall apart after three years, Zandraul.”

“Ooh, you’ve built a little fire. I remember when you were that doe-eyed little girl, desperate to keep people happy with you.”

It occurred to you that you didn’t need to stand there and listen to him act like a dick, but he grabbed your arm the moment you turned to leave. “Get your hand off me or you’re gonna fucking lose it.”

He released you and raised his hands in a false show of surrender, laughing softly. “Oh, come on, didn’t you miss me? What do you say I fuck you again for old time’s sake? You might be acting all tough, but I bet there’s a part of you that still likes to please people.”

The call of your name at the end of the alleyway stopped your response, and you were embarrassed at the relief that flooded you when you saw Mando. He seemed to survey the situation before he decided to approach, his hand near his blaster. You wanted to stand your ground and hold your own, but Zandraul’s presence brought up too many mind-clouding feelings for you to be especially brave.

“Oh, so that’s how you got away from that skughole. A tin can.”

“You know him?” There was a lilt to Mando’s tone that told him he’d figured out your reaction to the hologram now.

You opened your mouth to tell him yes, but could only squeak as Zandraul wrapped an arm around you and yanked you into his side. “We were good friends back home, weren’t we, sweetheart? Good friends.”

Fresh tears swam in your eyes and you tried to meet Mando’s through his visor, hoping he could understand by just a look that you didn’t want to be near this man. He moved closer and reached out a hand to try and guide you away.

“We were just leaving.” His gloved fingers nearly touched your arm before Zandraul yanked you out of his reach, stepping back. His hand hovered in the air for a moment before it lowered, fingers curling near his blaster again.

“I didn’t even know Mandalorians could fuck, but I guess anyone would give up celibacy for a night with you.” Zandraul squeezed you meaningfully. “No wonder he’s gotten you this far. You showed a virgin the time of his life.”

You didn’t know whether or not Mandalorians did take a vow of celibacy, but somehow you highly doubted it. Regardless, your body did heat up at his degrading words and at the thought of being with Mando in that way. Of course you’d think of it from time to time. But that was just it because you were almost certain he didn’t view you that way.

“Let me go, Zandraul, we don’t need to do this.” You shoved at his side, letting out a sigh of relief when he actually let you break away.

“Sure, sure, leave me again. But I just wanna give your new guy a few pointers.” He approached Mando with a saunter; they were the same height, eyes level.

“I’m not interested in any pointers.” Mando gestured for you to come to him, but Zandraul quickly blocked his view of you to grab his attention again.

“She has this spot on her neck that drives her crazy, if you ever take off your helmet.” He glanced back at you for a moment, basking in your humiliation as he told your companion who you admired such intimate details about you. “And if you tell her you’ll take her to see the entire galaxy? You don’t even have to follow through for her to suck your cock.”

In a flash, Mando’s hands were fisted in the front of Zandraul’s shirt and he was slamming the other man against the cantina wall, letting his head bounce off of it. It dazed the other man enough for Mando to throw him to the ground, before he glanced at you. “Go back to the ship and check on Grogu.”

There was no concern for Grogu, you knew he was safe, but Mando’s tone told you that he was about to do something you didn’t want to witness. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, shock coursing through you as he loomed over Zandraul.

“Go now.”

You finally got your legs to move and you walked back to the ship in almost a daze, finding that the baby was safely asleep. You sank down onto the cot just to breathe for a moment, shuddering as you thought of Zandraul’s hands on you and the way he spoke about you.

You supposed Mando had taken the opportunity to secure the quarry while he was busy talking about you. You struggled to be proud of your involvement this time.

After a few moments, boots could be heard against the metal floor of the ship and you anxiously stood, ready to defend yourself.

Then came Mando with an unconscious Zandraul over his shoulder, briefly disappearing so he could stick him in a slab of carbonite. When he reappeared, he simply walked past you and headed into the cockpit. You didn’t know what to say or if you should stop him.

So you just sat there for a little while until you had calmed down enough to fully think straight, wondering if you should thank Mando even if what he did was just a means to an end. You warred with yourself and ultimately decided that you should thank him anyway.

Zandraul was right. You did still like to please people.

You climbed the ladder to the cockpit and stood there in silence for a few moments as you thought of what to say, staring at the back of his helmet. “—Mando?”

He turned his head just enough to let you know he was listening.

“I know you just needed to bag him because he was a quarry, but thank you. I don’t need to tell you the details for you to know that we have a…history.” There was no response and you waited for one, but turned to go when a couple moments of silence passed.

“If I was worried about him being the quarry, I would’ve just cuffed him.”

Your head lifted and you felt new tears in your eyes as his words sank in. Different tears. Almost happy. The kind that made something inside your chest bloom. He attacked Zandraul for you, not for the credits he’d receive in return for his delivery.

You turned and rushed to his side, but realized you didn’t know what your plan was. What were you going to do? Part of you wanted to kiss him, but his helmet was in the way and you didn’t know how he would even feel about a kiss. Another part of you wanted to hug him, but it would be awkward with him seated.

Your hand fell to his arm and, as his helmet tilted to look at it, you placed a kiss where you thought his cheek might be. The metal was cool against your lips, nothing like kissing someone’s face, but the gesture remained the same.

He just gazed at you with eyes you couldn’t see, silently, not showing any signs that he appreciated it but not berating you either.

You smiled softly. “Thank you, Mando.”

As you walked back to the ladder to leave him be and not bother him anymore, you missed his hand raising to delicately touch where your lips had been.

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unseen smile

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader

It’s your first anniversary and Din wonders if he should take his helmet off

Word count: 900

Rating: teen

Warnings: none

Also on Ao3

It was still early when Din slipped out of bed and sat down to drive the Razor Crest. Of course, there was no real need for him to do that, you were in one of the safest parts of the galaxy and autopilot was more than enough. Still, he needed something to distract himself with. For the past few days, there had been something bothering him, and no matter what he did it would not go away.

Today marked the anniversary of your first year together, it hadn’t been the easiest of rides, but you had made it work. Din looked at the necklace in his hand, a couple of weeks ago he thought it would be the perfect gift, but right now it didn’t look like enough. You deserved so much more.

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m a s t e r l i s t

hey, I’m Josie! I adore Pedro Pascal and his characters, so here’s my masterlist. enjoy! I always enjoy feedback or criticism, so feel free to interact, shoot me a DM or an inbox message! requests for fics or hcs are always welcome as well :)

**=NSFW/Explicit

D i n D j a r i n

Stubborn

Mirdal’ika

Mesh’la Kaab

Atin’la

He Is My Home

Sweet Talk**

The Bantha

Popping Pearls and Purple Skies

Irrational

Cooking in the Crest

Trust is a Luxury

F r a n k i e M o r a l e s

Alpha Beta Charlie- A Frankie Morales Story (not x reader)

Tiny Dancer

Prom Date

Backseat**

Before The Next Teardrop Falls

Benny’s Girl

Pilot’s Hands**

Drunk Words / Sober Thoughts / Designated Driver

Let Go**

Sunscreen

Appendicitis

Good Boy**

Spicy-Sweet

Tangled Up**

At Last

The Graveyard Shift

Fixer Upper | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Fight Night

Miller Morales Mechanic Shop universe

Experience**

Study Buddy

J a v i e r P e ñ a

Spitfire**

Fooled Around and Fell In Love

F*ck Around and Find Out**

Hazy Vision**

Always Been Yours

Cigarette Daydreams

Caffeine Rush- Series Masterlist

Angel**

Burning The Midnight Oil

Covetous

Bottom Drawer**

Papa Peña

M a x w e l l L o r d

Winnie the Pooh Pajamas**

Lipstick Stain**

Conferences

Overdoing It

A g e n t J a c k “W h i s k e y” D a n i e l s

Just One Mission

Burnin’ Love**

‘Nilla Bean

M a r c u s M o r e n o

Sparring**

Making Moves

Tik Tok Tyranny

Sirenita

Bake Sale

E z r a (P r o s p e c t)

Twelve Hours to Pickup**

M a r c u s P i k e

Picture Perfect

Thursdays**

Begin Again | Part One | Part Two

M i s c e l l a n e o u s

Multiple Character Headcanons

Drabbles and Single-Character Headcanons

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A Moment of Your Time - Masterlist - Completed

40′s!Soft!Mob!Bucky x (f)Reader

Summary: A soulmate AU where the headstrong reader realizes that she’s meant to love the brutal mob boss of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes. She doesn’t want to be a part of organized crime and she doesn’t want to rely on anyone, but how do you ignore your soulmate?

(Smut is marked with 🔥)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 🔥 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 🔥 Part 19 Part 20 🔥 Part 21 🔥 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 🔥 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27

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Deception - Masterlist

summary: Growing up in the dark business your father ran, violence wasn’t new to you. Rivalries and bloodbaths were something you unfortunately were used to. And in order to save your father from an unnecessary fight, you force yourself into an arranged marriage with Brock Rumlow. But when he threatens your father over a small mistake on your part, you find yourself in front of your husband’s biggest rival and your old friend, Bucky Barnes. With the shared history between the two of you, Bucky finds himself drawn to you once again, and will risk everything he has just to keep you safe.

pairing: mob!bucky x stark!reader

warnings: beefy!bucky, fluff and angst, references to parental deaths, canon level violence, manipulative/abusive relationship, smut (18+; marked with *), childhood friends to lovers trope

a/n - this is my first series and i’m really excited to share it with you all! chapters will be updated every monday morning

* This series is complete ♥️

• One

• Two

• Three

• Four

• Five

• Six

• Seven

• Eight

• Nine

• Ten*

• Epilogue

Bonus Content

• Enriched

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Caught In The Fire Masterlist [Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Summary: In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple.

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AHHHHHH congrats on 100 my dear abs - you are the sweetest kindest soul and I love you very much.

May I request some more Din? Your nose job one shot is still one of my all time fluffy din one shot favourites, so more fluffy domestic Din please! 😩

I'm thinking maybe din enlists the help of his little gremlin to put together a surprise for the reader?? Maybe it's her birthday?? But really - whatever you feel like my babe, I trust your beautiful mind 💙

Ugh, LILS! You good ol softy, thank you so much ToT Oh boy, Lils. I may have gone a bit overboard on word count for this request. I don't know what possessed me, but here we are. Hope you enjoy!

A Mandalorian Birthday Surprise

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Din x Reader, no usage of y/n

Warnings: major fluff, mentions of Cara Dune (yuck, i know, sorry)

A/N: some of the food I mention on here is actually from @raiikensmandaloriancuisine , so go check out their recipes here | General Masterlist | Taglist

Sometimes when Din knows you're fast asleep, he likes to search you up on the holonet to see what shows up. Not that he’s looking for reasons to dump you off in the next space port. No, he’s just curious about what information he can find out about your life before joining him and Grogu.

It’s not until he pulls up a minor traffic violation from Coruscant’s police records when he notices your date of birth. Din never really paid much mind about your birthday in the past, different planet rotations made birthdays a bit tricky. However, he never thought to look up your birthday on the Galactic Standard Calendar. And now, your galactic standard birthday is practically slapping him in the face.

Maker, he thinks, it’s today!

Just his rotten luck. As he sits in the cockpit chair, he glances over at you sound asleep in the passenger seat, making snores so soft even his sensors are having a hard time picking them up. You look so peaceful for someone harboring such a personal secret. Din looks pretty statuesque himself in his armor. While normal, the cause this time is from being frozen in horror at the fact that he has nothing planned for your “big day.”

Zip. Zilch.

Why would I make it such a big deal? Din reasons with himself. Obviously, it’s not something you’re concerned with, never mentioning birthdays. I haven’t revealed mine. Why does it matter?

Din sighs quietly. He knows exactly why.

You matter to every rim of the galaxy in his eyes. Every day, it’s like you wake up and make it your personal mission to brighten up Din’s spaces and make his newly found clan whole. You are the missing piece Din never knew he needed. It’s not a question of if it matters, but rather, “is there a reason I shouldn’t?”

Din taps in a new set of coordinates, careful not to disturb you. Luckily, the destination isn’t more than a few hours away. As he issues a few “urgent” messages through his holopad, Din feels a gentle tug on the end of his cape and finds Grogu rubbing sleep from his Krugga doe eyes. The kid makes hushed coos.

Din picks up Grogu and stands up from the seat, cradling him. “Shhhh,” Din hushes, “don’t wanna wake buir.” He stealthy skirts past you and climbs down the cockpit ladder to whisper a bit more freely.

“It’s a good thing you’re up, ad’ika. We’ve got things to make.”

Grogu frowns and murmurs.

“Yes, that includes snacks.”

For the next couple of hours, Din and Grogu both work on their secret birthday projects in their respective corners on the hull. For Grogu, Din sets the child (along with his newly acquired Mantell mix and juice pack) on a bundle of blankets and brings Grogu his meager art supplies. “Go crazy, kid. But remember, think thoughtfully this time.” Grogu doesn’t pay him any attention as he zones in on the crayons, already having a picture in mind.

Din then saunters off to the cargo hold of the hull to the ship’s nano-cooker. There, he prepares a covert celebration classic, Uj’alayi. It’s a dense cake he and his fellow mandalorians-in-arms used to eat on special occasions (for the most part, but when the sweet cravings struck…). The cake itself is composed of whatever preserves and spices you have on hand: chopped nuts, dried fruit, flour, assorted hand-me-down spices from Din’s covert, and (most importantly) the spiced syrup of uj’ayl.

Once the cake is done baking and cooling, Din carefully stashes it away in a nearby empty crate. He quickly puts on a kettle of his usual jana’caf (spiced caffeinated drink, his specialty) to hopefully mask the smell of the cake. When all of his cooking is complete, Din checks up on how Grogu’s progress is coming along. Despite his size and lack of maturity, Grogu makes quite a few wonderful drawings, even a few decorations of his own. But this artistic expression comes at a price. Grogu has trashed his workspace and is now covered in his work and causes Din to frantically clean up after Grogu and his messes.

As soon as Din has gotten the last of the glue off of Grogu’s face, he hears you stirring in the cockpit above. In a flash, he gathers all of the drawings, decorations, and supplies and throws it in the crate alongside the cake. When you descend the ladder, Din resumes wiping off Grogu’s face to cover up his previous actions.

“Hey,” you say groggily, still dressed in your sweats. “What smells so good?”

“It’s probably the caf waiting for you on the hot plate.”

“Oh, thank you.” Din nods your way. You try to focus your eyes on the kettle across the hull as you shuffle closer to it. You get out your mug and pour yourself a cup. It’s not until after you sigh in relief from the first taste of caf that you speak again. “Hmmm, no. I’m smelling something more bread-y. You make bread, Djarin?” You look at the nano-cooker for any signs of baking.

Din panics only a little at your suspicions, but he has been rehearsing this fib since the cake’s cooling. “I made some, what do you call it, pancakes for this one here. I did make you some, but this green gremlin ate them.” Grogu crosses his arm and grumpily babbles at Din for the false accusation. “We’ve run out of ingredients, so I set coordinates for Nevarro to pick up a few things at the market.”

You gulp the cup of caf and set it down. “Sure. Well, good luck trying to avoid speaking to Karga. I’m going to clean myself up.” You make your way over to the fresher but pause in the doorway to look smug at Din. “Oh, you missed a spot, by the way.” Din turns to find he’s been mindlessly moving the cloth in circles on Grogu’s already clean cheek. Dins sighs as you chuckle to yourself as you close the fresher door behind you.

He looks in the kid’s eyes. “You think your buir bought it?”

“Eh.”

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Din has you off on the supply run as he “runs a few errands.” You think to yourself, that’s exactly what I’m doing! He’s been acting really strange since the moment you woke up. When it comes to things that matter to him, Din is terrible at hiding his emotions. What could have gotten him in such a twist?

You mull over all the possible options as you skirt your way over to Greef Karga’s offices. Din can avoid others all he wants, but you try your best to keep in touch with what few allies you have.

You don’t even look straight into his office as you come in since you’re used to these visits. You nearly drop the sack of flour when everyone shouts at your arrival.

“Surprise!”

To your astonishment, you find familiar faces staring back at you: Din, Grogu, Karga, Cara, even that mythrol whose name evades you. Surrounding them are a bunch of hastily put together decorations and lovely child-like artworks plastered on the walls. Desks have been moved to the side as tables of food and drinks have been scattered across the office. The one table they’re huddled around has a sugar-dusted cake filled with nuts and candied fruit front and center.

You can’t believe you’ve forgotten your own birthday, losing all track of time traveling with your Crest companions over the months. What you can’t believe even more is the unexpected dedication you see before you. You stand frozen at the door in content shock.

“It would have been a lot nicer if helmet head notified us sooner,” the mythrol butts in. Cara jabs him in the side with her elbow while maintaining her smile. Din moves from his position by the table to grab your hand in front of you.

“Happy Birthday, ner kar’ta.”

You smile up at Din, and he stands there for a beat before leading you over to your party patrons. Karga beams at you while holding an equally joyful baby in his arms.

“See! I told you Mando had gone all soft on you.”

You continue to look mildly glossy-eyed at Din. “You came up with all this? But I didn’t…”

“You didn’t have to. Besides, I was looking for excuses to treat you anyways.” Din clears his throat, the hard-shelled liar.

“Well,” you smirk at Din, “in that case, I think you’ll find at the top of my treat list is the admission of your own birthday.”

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves here.”

That gets a laugh out of everyone.

Greef Karga chimes in. “Alright, are we just gonna stand here and talk about our wishes or are we going to dig in and relish in them?”

You drop the supplies you were holding in your other arm only to be quickly caught by Din. “Of course! I could eat an entire bantha.”

You spend a good chunk of the day on Nevarro eating and drinking, having a surprisingly relaxing time celebrating your birthday. Din’s cake, amazing. You had your silent reservations about the heavy, fruity, and nutty cake; but the combinations perfectly compliment one another in a sweet earthy way. You make sure to save a large helping of your meals for Din to savor later. You swap crazy mission stories with the company much to Din’s embarrassment (you can tell, his hands can’t keep still). You also carry Grogu around the room to give praise to his wall of artwork as he tries to explain to you the reasoning behind the pieces. You nod, though half of the time you have no idea what you’re staring at. But you cherish the gesture nonetheless.

By the end of your visit, Din speaks to you off to the side of the office. “You enjoy the rest of the party. I’ve got to go take care of something for real this time. See you back at the Crest, mesh’la.” He holds the side of your face before walking out into the streets of Nevarro. When you turn back to the company, everyone (minus the mythrol, who decided to bail after he received the food he was promised) is lined up with gifts. Karga and Cara wiggle their eyebrows at Din’s response. Karga loudly whispers to you. “See...soft.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up. What’s this?”

“Surely you know no birthday party is ever complete without gifts.” Karga sticks out a small rectangle of paper to you. The card is a non-expiring coupon for one free couple’s massage at the Twi’lek healing baths. You look confused at him. “For when you figure out when his birthday is,” Karga responds. You awkwardly chuckle at the bizarreness of the gift, but you accept it in hopes to at least convince Din to have a trip there soon. You move on and Cara hands you an expertly crafted yet sturdy dagger. “To keep you safe on those wild missions,” she tells you. You nod and smile in appreciation. Finally, you crouch down to Grogu who’s got his hands behind his back and can barely contain his excitement. You beam at him. “You’ve got more?! I thought the art was your gift.” Grogu giggles and shakes his head. He abruptly sticks out his arm to show you a sealed packet of blue cookies. His gift shocks you the most out of the three. This kid never offers up his food. “Your secret stash? Buddy… Tell you what, how about we split the cookies later and you show me how to fingerpaint like that. Deal?” Grogu nods furiously and runs up into your arms, hugging as much as he can with such little wingspan. You hug the little squirt back as you pick up him and the cookies.

You gather your gifts and food to take back to Din, say your thanks and “see you soon”s to Karga and Cara, and head back home. You greatly anticipate your much needed rest from such an eventful day.

When you open the hatch to the Crest, Din is standing in front of the opening (how long has he been standing here like this?). “Your birthday’s not over yet, mesh’la.” You set down Grogu and your items on the floor of the ship and close the hatch behind you. You notice he has his arms behind him and flash him a coy smile. “It’s not?”

Din responds by handing you a bouquet of a beautiful assortment of wildflowers. You soften at the sight of them and take a deep breath at its fragrant smell “They’re wonderful, Din. Thank you.” He tilts his head off to the side and rubs your hand. “Look closer.”

You examine the bouquet closer and notice what holds the flowers at the stems. Pulling around the flowers, you find a chain bracelet made of the familiar pure beskar silver sheen. In the center of the bracelet, a small mudhorn charm shines back at you.

Din breaks the silence between the two of you. “I know how much you hate necklaces getting in the way when you tinker away at the ship. I uh - also asked the Armorer to leave a few extra spaces to maybe add charms of your own… If you ever feel like it. But, don’t tell her I didn’t give this to Grogu, this technically counts as a marriage proposal in a handful of parsecs. And -” You whip your eyes back up to Din’s nervous gaze, suddenly tearing up at the generous gesture. You cut Din off by wrapping your arms around his neck, still holding the bouquet in your hand.

“It’s perfect Din,” you say, muffled by burying your face into his neck. You break your hold on him slightly to place a kiss on the exposed skin underneath his chin. “Thank you.”

Din processes the notions and holds you back. He sighs in relief and melts in satisfaction behind his helmet. “Of course.”

“Happy birthday, ner kar’ta.”

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The Mandalorian MasterList

**All ratings are individual to each story. Read warnings and tags at the top of the stories.

Requested Scenarios

Hidden Desires Series MasterList

Frozen Series MasterList

Riduurok Series MasterList

Stress Relief

Midnight Excursions

Muffled Sounds

Prey

Just Pleasure

Chemical Feelings - Sex Pollen

Body Heat

Gut Wrenching - Sex Pollen

Secrets - Virgin!Mando

Tradition

The Cave

In The Darkness

Unusual Situation {Mando x F!Reader x Ezra}

The Box - F!Mando!Reader

The View

Bred - Alpha!Mando

Needs

Me’dinuir {Mando x F!Reader x Paz Vizsla}

The Deal {Mando x F!Reader x Cobb Vanth}

The Hot Springs

Close Quarters

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Beskar

The Face Beneath The Beskar

Kar’ta

Bittersweet Goodbye

The Path (Soulmate AU) (3000 Follower Give Away Fic)

The Throne - King!Din

Cantina Copulation

Le Trio de Fleur - Sex Pollen {Mando x F!Reader x Paz Vizsla}

Aliit

Beskar Bordello

Dreams vs. Reality

Blue Crush - Sex Pollen

Do It Now

The Mand’alor - F!Mando!Reader

Carbonite Cyar’ika {Mando x F!Reader x Poe Dameron}

The Mand’alor’s Riduur - F!Mando!Reader

The Return of the Mandalorian

Dosed - Sex Pollen

Bacta Bonding

Winning Stakes

All Access Card

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Details with Din Djarin HCs

aka, Din’s special attention to you (sorry these are shorter)

for @justfangirlingaround ❤︎ happy birthday, lovely!

Din picks up on subtle things — it doesn't take verbal communication for Din to know what's up with you. Since he himself relies a lot of non-verbal gestures, he's very in-tune with your body language. He knows the little gesture you do when you're frustrated, which is when you hear a gentle "here, let me help," come from over your shoulder. He knows the signs you make when you're really anxious about something, which is when he comes over to you and softly takes your hands in his and says "talk about it, it'll help." Sometimes words aren't even needed, like when he can see you're overwhelmed with sadness and he just slowly pulls you into a hug, stroking your back.

Din is actually super sentimental — he remembers things even you don’t and will bring them up at random. // you’ll hear him softly laughing or see him gently smiling to himself, when you ask him “what?” curiously, he responds with a “do you remember the time that you-“ and to your shock it’s the most detailed memory of the most random or obscure thing that you did. Sometimes it’s not even an all the “special” moment; it’s just something about you behaviour that Din loves. With a bit of shock you say “you remember that?” Din, of course slightly blushing, answers, “yes, of course.”

Knows your favourite places — sometimes traveling across the galaxy you’ve found little places on specific planets that make you smile and feel like home, even though you’ve only traveled there a few times. However, despite you never saying, Din took notice while you were there and the way your eyes lit up and your shoulders relaxed and you breathed a little easier at certain places on the planets.

↳ it's happened once or twice (or more) when you've woken up and taken the ladder to the cockpit, you find Din steering the Crest to an obscure planet. "Where are we going?" you ask. Din tilts his head to see you, "you'll see." It's not until you get closer to the ground that you realise you've been there before. "Is this that place with that garden and river? And- and actual WILD FLOWERS?" You ask placing a hand on his arm with bright eyes. You hear Din chuckle, "yep, sure is." When you land it’s super quiet and calm, but what surprises you most is Din joins you outside the Crest without his helmet. “What- but your-“ Din takes your hand, “I did a scan of the planet, there’s no one else on this side of the planet; I thought we could just take a walk together?”

Always reminds you to take care of yourself — Din knows that the moment you get back to the ship after a stop, trip, fight, or mission, you’ll immediately go to see if Grogu’s okay or if he needs anything, maybe if Din needs any help, etc. But Din gently reminds you that you need to take a break // settling back into the ship you set Grogu up with some dinner, you ask Din if he needs anything, when he says no, you’re not so certain so you just casually watch / follow him around for a bit, despite how tired you are. When Din finally turns to face you, you ask again what he needs, “I need you-“ / “okay, I’m here,” you respond. / “to take a break,” he sets his hands on your arms, and rubs lovingly, “please, I need you to be okay, which means taking care of yourself too.”

He tells you what he loves — Din doesn’t shy away from compliments, even if he’s a little shy himself, but he still feels you should know that you’re beautiful and how much he loves you for all that you are. He’s especially fond of your eyes and the small little details both in you physically and in general, like the way you laugh, or how patient you are with Grogu, and how gentle you are with him as he’s opening up to you more and more. // Din’s not always the most poetic or perfect with words, but he’s absolutely genuine, he means everything he tells you no matter how smoothly he says it.

↳ despite what you’ve told him he is always amazed and always reminds you how he feels about you actually picking to be with him, “I know I’m not the most. . .well, best, kind of. . . sort, so the fact that you picked me-“ is usually how he starts it off. As you just smile at him lovingly, not rushing him, he becomes a little flustered and just winds up blurting out how he feels, “you’re the most perfect being in the galaxy and more beautiful than any of the constellations I’ve seen over the years, so. . . thank you,” he looks down, “I don’t deserve you, but I’m more than glad you’re here with me, at least right now, or for-” You smile and hug him closely, “and forever.”

When he asks you to stay behind — you often decide on it the night before. Din asks you to stay with Grogu while he goes on a solo mission (could be he’s just looking ahead, or making a connection, etc.). He knows it’ll be harder if you see him right before he goes, and while he’s almost always confident he’ll return, he tends to write you a little notes and letters to wake up to, they’re mainly of him reminding you how much he loves you and thanks you for being his everything everyday.

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