#also if you think about it din didn't think he'd get grogu back so he was like aight guess we'll d*e :))))

[deakyjoe]

Stormy Skies

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns used I think)

Category: friends to lovers

Summary: Din breaks you out of an Imperial prison (loosely based on chapter 15).

Warnings: angst, fluff, touched-starved Din, helmet is off, prison, nasty guards, restraints, bad men, talks of death, separation, loose implication of what bad men can do, pet names (cyar’ika), canon-divergence (I guess??), when I say loosely based I mean very loosely based

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: Sad, brown-eyed, pathetic love of my life. (He's not pathetic but I’ll make him pathetic.) Din is slightly out of character but only because he's head over heels in love and feeling all soft and squishy inside about it. He's also a little insecure. Poor guy. It's purposefully ambiguous about how long reader has been imprisoned, so guess however long you'd like.

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It took three weeks, four days, sixteen hours and twenty two minutes before you realised that the inside of this Imperial prison would be the only thing you saw for the foreseeable future. The three walls and one row of bars now being your home. After that you resigned yourself to the idea that you'd be there forever so you stopped counting the days, the weeks, the... months? You didn't know how long you'd been there and you didn't want to know how long either.

All you knew is that you wanted to leave. Not because you were scared of death or scared of never seeing the outside world again. But because you missed two very important people in your life. The big, scary Mandalorian who had hired you just under a year ago as his mechanic and his strange green son who had weird superpowers who you sometimes babysat. The both of them meant the world to you and the idea of never seeing them again hurt you. You feared for the child's life as he had also been taken at the same time as you but had been imprisoned elsewhere, probably to be experimented on. And you feared for the state of your Mandalorian who would be lost without his kid.

"Food."

The announcement made your stomach lurch as it knocked you out of your thoughts. A small plate, with a pile of something in the middle, was pushed into your cell - probably the most unappealing thing in the galaxy but your only source of nutrition. Your mind strayed to nicer things as you desperately tried to ignore the revolting taste.

You thought of days spent in the Razor Crest, your Mandalorian's ship, as the three of you travelled from planet to planet in order for bounties to be collected. The memories of attempting to teach the child to speak some words in Basic but only getting baby babbling in response, it didn't matter as his eyes always shone as if he knew what you were saying to him.

You ached for your clan of three to be reunited, but realistically you knew that was unlikely. If anything, you just wanted Grogu to be safe. Back with Din and safe. And there was no place safer for him than under the care of Din Djarin.

A guard walking into your cell had you scrambling back against the wall as he took your plate from you and laughed, slightly muffled by his helmet. He kicked at the chain bound around your feet and walked out again, locking the bars behind him.

He was your least favourite of everyone who served in your section of the prison. He didn't seem to like you very much, and wasn't afraid to show it. You feared that one day he'd use the power he had over you to do something awful. So, for now, you tried to play as nice as possible with him.

The sound of low chattering caught your attention, the unmistakable noise of Stormtrooper armour bashing against itself making its way down the corridor. Plastic against plastic made an unbearable racket. You looked up to peek through the bars of your cell and crawled towards the sound, hoping that they weren't coming for you. If you could guess from the sound of them alone, you'd say there were about three or four of them. Definitely more than two and probably less than five.

Your assumption was proven correct when three Troopers turned the corner at the end of the hallway. One was clearly in charge, leading the other two. You thought his name was... you didn't know actually. And you didn't care either. But he was their superior. But the other two... They were low ranking officers, obvious by their uniform and the way they looked around as if they'd never seen the inside of a prison before. Maybe it was their first day on the job? Boy, were they in for a surprise.

The bald one seemed vaguely familiar, although he looked like pretty much any other guy in the galaxy so you didn't dwell on it too much. The other one, however, held no resemblance to anyone you'd ever seen before. He had sad eyes.  That was the first thing you noticed about him. Sad, brown eyes. Along with a strong nose that matched his face. Golden skin. And messy hair along with unkempt facial hair. Very un-Trooperish. You wondered how he managed to get away with it. He was rather beautiful to look at. You pushed the thought away with a reminder of what he was - Empire.

As they got closer, you began to overhear their conversation. They were talking about some battle that had been fought a while ago, lots of soldiers lost. Baldy appeared mildly upset as he disclosed that some of his friends had died. Brown eyes wasn't listening and clearly searching for something. And he seemed to find it when his eyes landed on you.

He paused for the smallest fraction of a second before he carried on walking with the other two. He stared at you but you didn't back down, staring right back through the cell bars. You wouldn't let a Trooper intimidate you, especially not a new one. A sense of achievement hit you when he finally looked away, swallowing thickly and averting his gaze as far away from you as possible. He nudged the bald guy next to him with his elbow and tilted his head in your direction.

What the fuck did these guys want with you? You shivered at the thought, a million horrifying ideas running through your brain. You relaxed slightly when they disappeared around the next corner.

The rest of the day passed slowly, as they all did, and soon enough the lights were going out and all prisoners were warned to stay silent for the next few hours. You shifted to get your body in the most comfortable position possible, pretty difficult when you had chains restraining your limbs, and laid down, resting your head in the crook of your elbow.

You drifted off easily, the low drone of the power running through the walls and the floor lulling you to sleep. With nothing to do all day, zero access to natural light and limited portions of food you were tired all of the time. And the little energy you had was reserved for keeping your defences up when guards entered your cell on rare occasions.

Your dreams were full of Din and Grogu, as usual, and you often wondered during your conscious moments whether your brain was reminding you of happy moments to keep you sane or telling you what you'd had and what you'd lost as a way of punishing you.

What you didn't expect was to be awoken a short time later by your cell door being unlocked, the clanging of the metal shocking you out of your dreams. You sat up instantly, freezing when two looming figures walked in, whispering to each other in hushed tones.

The two Troopers from earlier.

You felt sick.

They were both wearing their helmets now and their heads snapped towards you when your chain scraped across the floor painfully. The broader one, who seemed to be leading the team of two, stalked towards you slowly.

"No, no, no, no!" You kicked at him as he went for your ankles trying, and failing, to fight him off. The breath spilling from your lungs was panicked as you failed to notice the other guy groaning and sticking his arms out to tell you to be quiet.

Your name came through the Trooper helmet in a familiar, reassuring voice. It was Din. Your Mandalorian. You'd never felt such a sense of relief race through your body as you relaxed underneath his touch.

"Mando?" You avoided using his real name around other people, as you'd agreed when he first told you. It was a small price for such a wonderful gift. His name. "You're here. You came for me?"

"Yes." He fumbled with your restraints, managing to get the ones off your ankles and moving to the ones on your wrists.

You looked at the other guy who had slipped his helmet off at some point. The bald guy. "Hang on. I saw you earlier. You walked through here with that guy in charge and-" Your eyes snapped back to Din. "That was you."

He was looking at you through the helmet, you could tell. "Come on, we don't have much time."

"B-but... you... your face." Your voice was weak, mind scrambling back to the memory of him. Brown eyes. Sad eyes. Messy hair. Unkempt facial hair. Strong nose. Golden skin. Beautiful.

He faltered. "I know. I did what had to be done."

"You broke your creed." You were almost crying. "To save me."

Hesitation. "Yes, of course. Come on."

The shackles finally fell from your wrists and you launched yourself at him, embracing him even if you were in a life or death situation.

"Thank you."

He seemed uncertain at the gesture as his arms slowly wrapped around your waist. "You don't have to thank me."

You pulled away quickly, not wanting to push it and make him uncomfortable. "Yes, I do." Looking back at the bald guy as you stood up, you squinted at him. "You're familiar."

"Mayfeld." He had a smirk on his face as he watched the interaction between you and Din, sticking out his hand in greeting but you ignored it. "You're welcome for this, by the way. I'm the main reason we're here right now saving you."

His name reminded you of who he was, a scowl settling over your face. "I appreciate it. But we're not out yet. They have people guarding everywhere. And I mean everywhere."

"It won't be a problem." Din's voice was low as he straightened up.

"How do you know so much about this place, hm?" Mayfeld asked you, stepping slightly closer.

"I may have attempted an escape... once or twice." You shrugged and kicked your restraints away from your feet. "That's why I was chained to the wall."

The two men were silent as they stared at you, Mayfeld looking surprised and Din's gaze burning into you despite being obscured by the helmet.

"I know their rotation schedules, how long of a gap there is between shift changes and which Troopers like me best so will leave the handcuffs a little looser." You looked between the two of them. "What? I had time to plan."

"And what have we got now?" Din questioned, glancing back at the open bars. "Anything scheduled to happen?"

You thought it over for a moment, glancing at the clock just outside of your cell. "Shift change in about six minutes. There will be a thirty-three second gap where the doors are unmanned."

"We can work with that." The Mandalorian replied, producing a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.

A sick feeling settled in your stomach at the sight of them. "Ah, so I'm fake prisoner. Right?"

"In case we come across anyone." Mayfeld explained, a smug grin on his face. "Need to make it believable that we're moving you to a new cell."

With a nod, you looked back up to Din. "Be gentle, okay?"

"Of course, cyar'ika."

You sighed, storing away the nickname to ask about it later. "Where's Grogu?"

His fists clenched by his sides, the leather of his gloves squeaking. "They still have him."

Bile rose in your throat. "What?"

Why was he here if the child was still missing?

"Maker, why are you here?" You asked him, pushing at his shoulder. "You need to save him!"

"I'm here to save you." He was already bored with you again, you could tell by the lack of emotion in his voice. Maybe he was regretting saving you.

"I could have waited! Grogu's a baby!" You cried, worry settling in your stomach at the thought of your poor, poor Grogu possibly being tortured and experimented on whilst you were swooning over Din rescuing you.

"They had information on the kid's location here as well." The Mandalorian offered.

That made more sense. "Ah, so it wasn't just to save me."

"I would've come for you even if they had nothing on him." He sounded annoyed now, frustrated at your questioning.

"Grogu's priority." You turned to Mayfeld. "Why did you let him come here when the child is still missing?"

His hands raised in surrender. "Hey! Don't turn this on me!"

"Be more grateful." Din stated as he walked towards you and turned you around, pulling your hands behind your back to secure them in place with the cuffs. "I could have left you here forever."

You didn't want to admit out loud that what he had just suggested was your worst fear and something you truly believed until he'd showed up. A part of you thought you'd be there for the rest of your life. But you couldn't tell him that. So you offered a weak joke.

"You know what they say... third time's the charm. I'm sure my next attempt at an escape would have worked." The cuffs clicked into place and you tried not to focus on the feeling of being restrained again. You'd spent too long like this, and here you were about to escape and you were back in the same position. It was almost funny.

Din could sense your unease and placed a gloved hand on the small of your back in reassurance.

"Let's go." Mayfeld chimed and marched out of the cell in front of the two of you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and followed behind, Din's hands locked around yours to make sure the restraints didn't pull too harshly. Weaving in and out of corridors was dangerous, especially with the guards constantly patrolling. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before you bumped into a couple of them.

"Halt!" They shouted, raising their weapons to the three of you. "What are you doing with prisoner five six one?"

There was probably too long of a pause between the question and the answer that was finally given, setting off the initial seed of suspicion.

Mayfeld stepped in with his sly smile. "We were instructed to move the prisoner to a new cell."

The two guards bowed their heads together, mumbling a quick debate. Your hands twitched with nerves behind your back and you felt the Mandalorian trace a thumb over them in comfort. It somewhat worked.

"We'll need you to come with us to confirm." One of them said, straightening up and re-aiming his blaster right at you.

"I'm sorry, cyar'ika." Din grumbled with a sigh behind you before there was a slight squeeze on the side of your neck and you were out.

When you awoke you were surrounded by the sounds of a humming engine and the whirring of the inside of a ship. You jolted up and almost hit your head on the top of the bunk you'd been placed in.

Wait. A bunk?

You looked around you rapidly to suddenly realise that you weren’t just in any bed. You were in Din’s bed. On the Razor Crest.

You jumped out of it and stumbled once you landed on your feet, leaning on the wall for support.

“Woah, woah! Slow down, take it easy.” A modulated voice appeared behind you as strong arms wrapped around your torso to keep you steady.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You slurred, still slightly groggy from being unconscious. “How long was I out?”

“A few hours.” Din replied, letting you turn to look at him. He was back in his Beskar armour, looking as shiny as ever. The sight of him made you smile.

“You knocked me out!” You cried but there wasn’t an ounce of real anguish in your voice. In fact, it was rather playful.

He didn’t seem to pick up on that. “It was necessary.”

You waved your hand at him, showing you weren’t really bothered by that. So you approached the subject you were really affected by. “You saved me.”

“Yes.” His voice was a gentle rasp as he spoke the singular word. He was never much of a talker. But you hung on to every word.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“You removed your helmet to save me.” You frowned at him, like you were annoyed at him for breaking his creed.

Another rasp. “Yes.”

“But-“

“But what?”

You laughed like it was obvious. "I don't understand why. I'm just me."

"And it's just a creed."

Your head reared back. "Just a creed?"

"Just you?" He answered back, imitating your tone and inflection.

"That's- Din, it's your life. Being a Mandalorian is everything to you.” You cried, hands waving in emphasis. “Why would you risk that? For me?"

His head tilted to the side in his usual expression of emotion. Or lack of. "This is the Way."

"No.” You snapped. “The Way is not showing your face under any circumstances. And you- you showed your face!"

"To save you."

"Yes!"

The helmet tilted even further. "What part do you not understand?"

"I'm not worth it." You said, hands wringing together in front of you. And you truly believed what you were saying.

"What?"

"Why would you do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you."

Your mouth snapped shut, the protest you had prepared dying in your throat.

"You and the kid. I'd tear apart this galaxy for the both of you. You're... you're part of my clan."

A part of you wished he'd left you in that prison. If he'd done that then your head wouldn't be spinning and you wouldn't be overwhelmed with emotions at what he was throwing at you in that moment. His clan. You were a member of his clan.

"Din..."

His name was soft from your lips and he sighed slowly at the sound.

"The only way to explain is-" He cut himself off and inhaled, taking a step closer to you. Placing his hand under your chin, he tilted your head up to face him and lowered his helmet so your foreheads rested together. The cold of his armour sent shivers down your spine. Although it might have also been caused by the action of what he was doing, what he was saying.

Din had explained this to you before when you'd asked about affection between the people of Mandalore. It was a way for Mandalorians to kiss without having to show their faces. It was... intimate, to say the least.

Your eyes fluttered shut when the reality of what he was telling you dawned. "Din..."

Another soft whisper of his name had him sighing again.

Unfortunately, he took it the wrong way and pulled back. "You don't have to- The kid and you are important to me. That's... that's what you need to know. About why- why I did this."

You shook your head and smiled at him, hooking your hand around the back of his neck and tugging him down towards you again so your foreheads touched. "And I was willing to die in that prison to keep you and the child safe."

"They... they were planning to kill you?"

"I kept refusing to teach them how to get the kid to use his wizard baby powers. And I wouldn't tell them where you were either. Or how to contact you."

"What did they need me for?"

"See you as a threat. Or to use me as bait. I'm not sure which. Maybe both."

"It would've worked. You as bait. If I didn't already know where you were, of course."

"Of course." You grinned at him and hoped he was smiling back. You tended to guess what his facial expressions were, normally hoping that he was returning whatever you gave him but usually settling on the fact that he was probably bored and his face would show it. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, cyar'ika."

Your stomach flipped at the Mando'a. "What does that mean?"

"It's Mando'a."

"I guessed that. I'm asking for a translation." You rolled your eyes, finally pulling back from the Mandalorian kiss to look at him properly again. "I hope it's something nice."

You could tell he was smiling when he said his next words. They were hesitant, but tender. "It means darling or sweetheart. A term of endearment."

"Oh... that's- that is nice." Mentally berating yourself, you bit on your lower lip to hold back an excited giggle. Nice? There were so many words that were better than nice. "I don't have anything like that where I'm from. If I did I'd-"

He cut you off with a hand cupping your cheek. "I know, cyar'ika. I know."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you just looked at each other. It was broken when Din sighed suddenly and dropped his hand from your cheek.

"I never wanted you to see my face that way."

Oh.

"Din, I-" You cut yourself off to contemplate your words. "I'm sorry that you had to reveal your face. And that I saw. If I'd known... I wouldn't have stared at you."

"No, I didn't mean it like that." He exhaled loudly. "Do you remember? What I look like?"

The memory of his face flashed in your mind. Of course you remembered. Every single detail. And you'd probably secretly treasure it for the rest of your life.

"Yes..."

His head dropped for a second, helmet aimed at the floor, before it suddenly shot back up to meet your gaze. "And?"

"And what?" Having no idea what he was asking of you, your brows scrunched together.

He was so close now that you were sure you'd be able to hear his breathing even without the modulator. "Was I- was I a disappointment?"

"What?" Disbelief ran through you. How could this wonderful, gorgeous man ever be a disappointment? With or without the helmet obscuring his face he had always been and would always be perfect to you.

"Well, you must have had some... some image of what I'd look like in your head."

You immediately disagreed with him. "No, never."

"Don't lie. It's okay. You can tell me."

"I'm not lying. And I am telling you."

"Cyar'ika..."

Your heart did somersaults in your chest. "No, I never conjured up some fantasy of what you'd look like. Because this here-" You gestured at the whole of him, hand waving up and down his body. "-is my Din. This is you to me. Why would I ever warp who you truly are for some made up version?"

"You must've been curious."

You shrugged. "Maybe at the beginning. But who you are on the inside is all that has ever mattered to me."

"So what did you think when you saw my face?"

Your eyes snapped away from his on instinct, embarrassment crawling through you as you recalled your immediate thoughts of him. Thoughts you'd pushed away at the time because you thought he was a Trooper. Thoughts that had resurfaced when you found out that it was really him.

"Oh, no thoughts." Your voice was weak, barely coming out as more than a squeak. It was clear you were lying. "Just that you were a man..."

"Cyar'ika..."

A flush racked through you at the use of the term of endearment. He knew how to make you weak in the knees, how to make you break, you were sure of it.

"Calling me that isn't fair."

"Don't avoid the question." His head tilted to the side. "Tell me. What did you think?"

Unsure at how he'd turned from insecure, sweet Din to a version of Din that had you swooning, you shook your head at him. "I told you. No thoughts."

"And I can tell you're lying. Look at me." He placed his fingers under your chin to angle you to face him. "Tell me."

You started with a small truth. "Your eyes were sadder than I thought they'd be."

He seemed slightly taken aback by that but didn't hesitate too much in answering. "I was scared I'd lost you."

"But I thought you said you didn't know they were planning on killing me?"

"It was always a possibility." He shrugged. "We were getting towards the end of the cells when I saw you. I was... getting nervous. Thought maybe they'd transferred you somewhere else and I'd never find you. Couldn't live with that idea."

If it were possible, you softened even more under his touch. "But you did find me. And I'm here. Safe. Because of you."

"Hmm." He just hummed in agreement, shifting his hand so it moved to cup your jaw instead. "What else?"

You huffed, hoping you'd got out of the line of questioning about your opinions on his appearance. Whilst having openly admitted a whole spout of feelings for each other, you weren't quite ready to declare how absolutely breathtaking he was.

"Don't make me say it."

"Say what, cyar'ika? Hm? I'm just asking."

You leaned into his touch, the warmth from his palm along with the sound of the Mando'a pet name set off a spark within you. When his gloved thumb swooped over your cheek gently you were sure that your brain short circuited.

"You're beautiful, Din."

The statement was breathless but held certainty in it. The Mandalorian didn't reply, too shocked by your confession. He honestly hadn't been expecting you to be so open. And to say that of all things.

So you kept going. "It was never going to matter to me what you looked like underneath the Beskar. Because who you are as a person is the only important thing. But I have to admit that I thought you were gorgeous when you walked past my cell. And then I immediately felt guilty because I thought you were a Trooper." Your head dipped in shame for a moment. "You are beautiful, Din Djarin. Inside and out."

He still said nothing, hands just lifting to the bottom of his helmet.

When you heard the hiss of the seal, your hands slapped across your eyes. "Ah! What are you doing?"

"Taking off my helmet. What are you doing?" He sounded amused.

"Covering my eyes so I don't see obviously." You scoffed and scrunched your eyes beneath your palms.

"Cyar'ika, you've already seen my face."

"So? I might have remembered details wrong."

"Thought you said I was beautiful?"

You huffed, not liking how he was turning that against you. "I did but revealing your identity is a big no-no, Din! That's what the Way says, right?"

"Right." He was holding back laughter.

"Exactly! Doesn't matter if I've seen you before. Might not remember you completely correctly." You remembered him completely correctly. "So we cannot risk you revealing yourself a whole other time."

The way you were so respectful of his creed, no matter how ridiculous you were being at that moment with your hands pressed tightly over your eyes, had Din tingling inside.

"I don't think it's a risk if you've seen me before and you're a part of my clan, hm?"

You grumbled something underneath your breath. "I can't argue with you on Mandalorian culture because you're the expert. But I feel as if you're finding loopholes here."

"Perhaps. Just look."

The sound of his helmet hissing and the dull clang of it hitting the floor had you hesitating before slowly peeling your hands away from your face.

He was exactly how you remembered.

Every line, every scar, every eyelash, every inch of skin, the deep brown of his eyes, the angle of his nose, the unruly tufts of curls atop his head and the uneven patches of facial hair peppered across his jaw and down his neck. This was your Din Djarin. Stood in front of you, everything exposed and exactly how you remembered him. Exactly how you wanted him. Perfect. The whole of him was perfect.

With a stifled sigh of relief, you reached out your hands to cup his face, hesitating for a moment when you realised he might hate that. "Can I?"

He nodded, his eyes looking sad yet hopeful - an improvement from the last time you saw them.

Your palms settled on his cheeks, thumbs swiping over his cheeks and across his bristly stubble. A smile broke across your face when his eyelids closed and he leaned in your touch.

"Oh, Din..." Tears sprang to your eyes yet you couldn't exactly explain why, the flood of emotions was overwhelming.

"Cyar'ika..." He breathed against the skin of your wrist, turning slightly in your grasp to plant his lips against your palm.

You took a step closer to him, encouraging him to duck down and rest his forehead against yours. A Mandalorian kiss, stripped of the barrier between the two of you. He let out a shaky sigh as you made contact, his hair tickling your brow.

"When was the last time someone touched you? Skin on skin?" You needed to know, he was acting like he'd never felt the warmth of physical contact before.

He hummed lowly in his chest as he thought about it, eyes shut tight in contemplation. "My parents, I think."

Your heart ached for him. It had been decades. You wanted more, to give him more, but worried that it might be too much too fast. But you yearned to touch him, to show him how good it could be.

Broken out of your thoughts by a rustling noise between the two of you, you glanced down without breaking away from him to see that he was removing his leather gloves and throwing them to the floor beside you.

You stared at his hands, scars littering both the palms and the backs. You'd never wanted someone to touch you with their hands more.

Din appeared to have the same thought as he hovered them over your sides, fists clenching open and closed. "Can I?"

"Can you what, hm?" You wanted- no needed him to say it, to be as clear as possible between you.

"Touch you. Can I touch you please?" His eyes were still closed but you could see he was restless behind his lids, almost worried even.

"Of course you can."

You expected him to just place his hands on your hips or waist, which he did technically. What you didn't expect was for him to slide his hands underneath the hem of your shirt and place them directly onto your skin, squeezing slightly when he made contact.

You hummed contently in acknowledgement to tell him that it was okay and stepped closer to him, your chest pressing up against the Beskar now.

“Can I kiss you?” The question was sudden, hushed, almost unsure.

You didn’t hesitate in tilting your head upwards and reassuring him of how much you wanted exactly that. “I’m so glad you asked.”

Then his lips were on yours, a relieved sigh exiting him and a content one leaving you.

You moved together in time, like you knew how the other worked and what they wanted. And maybe you did. Maybe you knew each so well, or knew that the other wanted the same thing you did. Din’s thumbs stroked gently at the skin of your waist and yours swiped over his cheeks, brushing away a stray tear that had fallen from his eyes. His sad, brown eyes. You hoped they’d be less sad in the future.

He broke away for a moment to mumble against your lips. "I was so scared I'd lost you."

You shook your head and kissed him again. "I thought I'd never see you again."

“I wouldn’t have left you there.” He promised, hands gripping you impossibly tighter. “There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t have done to get you back.”

You just nodded at him, believing every word he was saying, and pulled him closer to kiss you again. The way his lips melded against yours and the way your tongues curled together had you convinced that this was meant to be. It was so utterly perfect that it felt as if the stars had written it centuries ago, always destined to happen.

“Cyar’ika…” He hummed to you when you both broke away again for some air.

As much as you wanted this moment to last forever, a thought suddenly re-entered your mind. “Grogu!”

“It’s okay. We know where he is and we’re on our way to get him back.” He smiled at your concern for the child, understanding it completely. He felt the same after all.

You nodded gently, relieved that the child would be back and safe soon enough. Then things really would be back to how they should be again. The three of you - you, your Mandalorian and your green child. Perfect.

A/N: this has been under works for agessss… hope you enjoyed!

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To Give Back

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Chapter 4: Nice To Finally Meet You.

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Author's Note: Here it is. :> Reblogs, likes always appreciated.

Summary: The next morning, you both decided to talk.

Warning: Angst, grogu's robe free of blood, character death mentioned. if i miss any, let me know

Words: 2,648

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Chapter 3: Comfort Under Rain

The presence of light starts to wake Din. The light seeping through the small window cracks of the ship. He grunted as he lifted his head and took a deep breath only to feel a little strained as he breathe and realized the weight on his chest. So, he looked down to see you sleeping peacefully, making him freeze in place. You had curled up against him with your hand on his chest as if you're trying to get as close to him as possible.

His right fingers would twitch a bit as he move strands of your hair from your face. You stirred a bit, making him freeze again before hovering his hand over your waist once he realized you're still asleep. The tips of his gloved fingers lightly touching the curves of your hip, afraid he'll wake you.

The ship is still and quiet yet he could hear the faint sounds of rain still pouring, making him raise an eyebrow. The rain isn't as harsh as last night which was good since he didn't want to worry about the soiled ground giving away from the amount of rain this side of town is getting. And the ship seemed to stay in place the entire night so he relaxed a bit.

You shifted a little making him turn his attention to you. The content look on your face after  what had happened hours ago. The corner of his lips twitched a bit at the sight.

Then he remembered.

He remembered how you've mistaken him for Zenn. There was only one other Mandalorian you have known, at least from what he knows so far. Him being the second Mandalorian.

And he wasn't sure why he thought of the plushy but somehow things are starting to make sense now. The only color out of all the others on that table. That one specific color, that spruce blue is the only one you seemed to be more interested in.

If his memory didn't fail him, Zenn's armor has the same shade of blue as the plushy that the little one has and his helmet shape is almost the same as Din's.

That must be who you're dreaming about. The Mandalorian he teamed up with from a few years ago.

He remembered him now.

Zenn introduced his first name to him after meeting with him a couple of times for when they end up doing bounty missions together. After some time, they ended up having to put their trust in one another.

And sometimes Zenn would mentioned you in one of their conversations. To Din, he would noticed the tone in his voice when he mentioned you. How he sounded a bit happier and less tense unlike how he usually was when Din first met him.

You were opening up to your companion and somehow the first thing you've asked of Zenn was to train you to become a better fighter. And well, he couldn't resist the determination and hope you had in your eyes.

It was no wonder you were handy with that staff of yours and with your knife throwing skills. Din would realized the familiarity of your fighting style. It's almost like Zenn's except he doesn't really use a staff so you must of came up with that on your own. Your fighting style became the the two of you combine.

And if he didn't know any better, he'd think that Zenn must of had a soft spot for you. Almost how Din would have a soft spot for the kid. Obviously, it's quite different between the two Mandalorians but otherwise, the protectiveness and bond they have are quite almost the same.

The last time he saw him was probably two years ago.

Din would wonder however. If you're by yourself, something must of happened to his old hunting partner. He wasn't sure if he should ask you about him, since he was also not sure if you remember him from when he first saw you all those years ago.

He sighed, feeling a bit conflicted with how he should go about this but then his troubled thoughts was interrupted by a wooden box falling to the ground with a loud bam followed by a childish yelp.

Startled and now alerted, Din grabbed his blaster and pointed at the direction of the sound while having his left arm wrapped around you protectively. You had also awaken to the sound, startled. As if it's already engraved to your mind, you had whipped out your knife from next to your pillow smoothly, having it in front of you. All ready to fling it at the same direction. Your right arm stretched out across Din's chest, making him glanced down, a bit surprised.

The two of you would halt your readied attack when you both noticed a small green familiar creature with large ears.

You both sighed and it's only a matter of seconds for you to realize your situation. You glanced down realizing that you're still in the arms of the Mandalorian you had given shelter to. Your right arm being stretched out so you retracted it as you tried to calm your fast beating heart down but the light pink forming on your cheeks failed to shield how flustered you are.

You cleared your throat and Din noticed, making him relax his arms back to give you some space. He mumbled 'sorry.' His face definitely warm due to his actions but he's relieved that you couldn't see his face.

However, he did secretly love the look on your face and the fact that you thought of protecting a full beskar-armored Mandalorian is the first thing that came to your mind in the face of danger.

You mumbled 's'kay' before focusing your attention back to the kid. So you scoot yourself to the edge of your makeshift bed and the child cooed.

"What were you doing over there?" You slid down from your bed. The sounds of your covered feet landing on the floor of your ship with a gentle thud. Looking at what's behind the kid as you walked, your heart skipped a beat when you realized what fell. You calmly kneeled to pick up the box and gently set it back in your closet.

The metal man behind you puts his shoes back on and starts to walk towards you.

"How did you get in there, hm?" You asked the lil bean, picking him up.

"Kid, what did I tell you about going through people's stuff?" The mando sighed, taking the kid from you. "Sorry about that."

You only smiled, "That's okay." Your nerves starting to rise when you thought of the box behind you and figured maybe you should ask him when the time's right. You were lost in thought for a minute until you caught him tilt his head at the corner of your eye. That small gesture already telling you what he's thinking.

You huffed, putting your hands together. "H-How are you feeling?" You mentally cursed yourself for stammering. You didn't need to feel so nervous all of the sudden.

You instinctively reached out to the side of his neck slowly which made Mando grab your wrist again, but this time his grip is gentle. He realized what you were going to do anyway so, he let go. "Sorry."

You shook your head, "Don't apologize. That was on me." You dropped your hand to your side.

Din would drop his shoulders and nodded slightly, replying to your question. "... I am doing much better." The smile on your face made his heart leap.

"That's good. I'll get started on making breakfast, then. Get your energy up."

You turned around to close your closet shut before looking back at him. He really couldn't say no to that look on your face so he nodded. "Let me help at least. As thanks for what you've done for us."

You purse your lips before sighing. "Alright." The child giggled. Small three fingered hands reaching out to you and you couldn't help but boop his nose, making him giggle more. The corner of your lips turn upward once again.

...

The metal man couldn't help but noticed how well-stocked you are which brings an assumption that maybe you were planning on leaving before him and the child had suddenly came into your life last night. He was starting to feel bad but then again perhaps the rain would of also prevented you from leaving.

It has been a few hours since you all ate and you are now just relaxing on your ship with your ramp opened. You sitting just at the entrance, under the roof your ship has provided you. Even though it has been raining non-stop, you still feel at peace as you watched what's in front of you.

The child is sitting next to you, now wearing his old robe, dry, clean, and free of blood, and his frog plushy tucked under his left arm. He seemed to also enjoy the ambience next to you.

You'd make random conversations with the child even though he's not at the age of speaking basic despite him being 50 years old. Some species can age differently, you thought. Though this one is only just a little babe. Your heart somehow aches for the child.

You also found out that the Mandalorian had rescued the kid and still hasn't figure out his name so you just stuck with whatever is in your mind. Little one. Lil bean. Kiddo.

Maybe not womp rat because Mando sometimes call him that.

You took a deep breath, holding it in. Breathing in the smell of rain before exhaling. Your eyes closed naturally.

Meanwhile, Din is just watching over you from the inside close by. He leans on the wall with his arms crossed, deciding to let himself relax as well as staying alert for any intruders. But most of the time, he's just watching the two of you.

For once, he has never seen the child this calm and be interested in your conversations.

It's as if the child understands how to look beyond of what's going on in front of him. To watch rain droplets hit the leaves and even listen to the sound of raindrops to the metal ramp. Watch the small puddles ripple and forming in the mud. 

Even the sound of frogs ribbiting from a distance which adds to the ambience. Din had hoped that the child doesn't suddenly zoom out to find his quick snack but he's surprised to see that the little one is staying put, probably because he already has a frog of his own.

Who would've thought that rain would create such peace.

The sound of the child's yawn sort of interrupted his thoughts. You looked down at the child and softly giggled. "Sleepy? I guess it's nap time for you, then." You picked up the child along with his plushy and placing him on your hip before standing up. Then, you cradled the child in your arms and rocking him to sleep. The sweet little kiss on his wrinkly forehead made Din hold his breath for a second.

You walked over to your cot and Din watched as you tucked the child under your blankets since the rain does makes things a little chilly. You took one last look at the child before glancing up at the man. Said man looks at you with his head tilt slightly.

You let your hands fall to your side, eyes now on him. The nerves starting to rise but you kept calm. Perhaps now is your chance. You started walking back to the entrance of your ship, nudging your head to the side, "Join me?"

Din took a moment before nodding once, following you as you sat on the same spot as before and he would sit next to you where the child was, creating a few inches of space between you.

There was only a few minutes of silence between the two of you before,

"Can-"

"Were-"

You both paused, looking at each other. Your eyes blinking, realizing what happened, making you giggled into your hand. Din would find himself smiling as well.

"You first." He would say.

You look up at him, suddenly nervous again. You gulped, twiddling with your fingers before you took a deep breath. "Well... I was just about to you a question."

He nodded, putting his left leg up and rested his arm parallel to his knee. He turned his torso slightly, his shoulders now at an angle to show that he's listening. "Ask away..."

You look down at your hands. Here goes nothing. "Do... Do you happened to know a mandalorian named Zenn Gemor?"

He froze. You glanced at him as you chew your lip, waiting for his answer. Although his reaction seemed to say that maybe he does which would later be confirmed by him nodding firmly once.

"I do."

Your shoulders lifted, your heart thumping. Maybe this was the person Zenn asked you to find.

"T-Then..." He kept his eyes on you.

You look back at him, feeling a bit more confident. "You're that same Mandalorian who does bounty hunting with him? He has only ever hung out with one other whenever he bounty hunts."

Din held his breath, nodding. He let you continue.

"A-And Zenn trusted him. So I must know if you're really... Him. He even told me the name. Uh, your name." You looked at him with sad, hopeful eyes. "Before he passed."

Din frowned, his shoulders straighten, "What was the name he told you?" He asked softly.

You looked around before leaning in causing him to lean in as well, closing the space between you. You lifted your hand to cup over your lips as you whispered,

"Din Djarin."

You felt a slight tension in the air which made you really nervous. His lack of reaction made you think that maybe you've made a mistake but...

After just a few moments of silence and he decided to recall a memory from years ago,

"You were rescued by him a week before I first saw you."

You look up at him as your eyes widen. Only seeing that dark t-shaped visor of his but for him, he could see the twinkle in your eyes. The heart thumping in your chest was loud and roaring.

His breath shaking as his lifted his right hand to slightly move the strands of your hair to the side of your face and watched as your cheeks turn to a warm red hue. He set his hand down, a bit flabbergasted at what he did, but he doesn't let it show.

"You've changed since." He let out with a sigh.

You averted your eyes, a bit embarrassed, deciding that staring down at your feet is more interesting than staring at the big, tough, full-beskar armored, handsome man who is just sitting closely next to you. You closed your eyes, letting yourself be brave.

"W-Well..." You started, lifting your head up. "It has been years." You finally let go of that flustered feeling, letting yourself smile and turned to look back at him.

Din somehow knows that type of smile. That smile was sad and melancholy. He whispered, "What happened...?"

Your smile became smaller, knowing what he is referring to.

You let yourself lean comfortably on his shoulder, seeking comfort and he lets you. Somehow even though the two of you barely know each other, it already feels like you do.

Your lips trembled, your breath shaking.

"A year ago today..." You started. Din felt his heart drop.

"Zenn died in order to save me, my people, and his clan."

Din opened his hand for you to grab and you accepted. You squeezed lightly, 

"All because of an evil man's greed and hatred towards us."

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Chapter 5: The Spruce Blue Armor

A/N: cliiiiiffffy

#mandalorian and grogu #mando x you #din djarin x reader #din and grogu #din djarin #new chapter #togivebackseries #grogu djarin #grogu #mandalorian x reader

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Chapter 18 Thoughts

Spoilers for The Mandalorian Season 3

Ngl, I have no clue how much of this episode I actually took in. It was... a lot.

Peli hiring the Jawas steal ship parts so she can con customers should not surprise me and yet I was surprised. 😂

Also happy to see they did not forget the fact that her tooth was knocked out.

Boonta Eve!

"Was that his first word?" Foreshadowing Grogu starting to speak maybe? 🤨

Okay so the whole droid situation being sorted out so quickly threw me off. I won't be surprised if they go back to IG-11 at some point but I thought that this episode would be about getting the part. Instead Din just picks up R5-D4 in the first 5 minutes.

And I know that R5 was in the ship in the trailers but I did not expect to see it this early!

Ugh, Din opening up about his past with Grogu. 😭

The dad vibes are gonna kill me.

Actually, back to the Grogu speaking thing, he does seem to be making more noises now. I wouldn't be too surprised if we started getting words.

Jeez, there's turbulence and then there's turbulence.

Note to self, flying into the atmosphere of Mandalore is not fun.

Aww. Grogu's worries about his dad. 🥲

THERE ARE MULTIPLE OF THAT THING?!

The scenery in this episode is great!

Totally forgot Din had a jetpack and was wondering how he was gonna climb all the way down there. 🤣

WTF IS THAT THING

Of course Din would get himself kidnapped by a giant robo insect.

I thought that thing was gonna spit roast him. 😭

He's clad in metal. He'd probably cook quite easily.

As much as I had no idea what was happening at this point, I did find the robots really awesome design-wise.

Hahahaha okay the Grogu sequence was kind of incredible. 🤣

Could Bo-Katan not tell that Din wasn't in the N-1? Like did she just think he was hunched over or something?

"Let's get rid of him once and for all"

Well that's ominous. 😐

Yeeess Grogu go help your dad

YOUR DAD 😭

Alamites. Okay. I will probably forget that name but good to know. 🤣

YAAASSS BO WITH THE DARKSABER

I don't love Bo-Katan but she looks very cool wielding that thing.

Also was that thing gonna drink Din's blood? 😦

YOUR KID

Honestly this "your dad/kid" stuff is hitting me right in the feels. 🥲

Hehe, Din sharing his soup with Grogu.

Okay, getting more into the Bo-Katan backstop. Interesting.

Din, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but everything you do goes incredibly wrong. How about we don't go into the dark body of water in the mines full of things that have been trying to kill you.

Din looks so odd without his cape. 🤣

DIN WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!

Man sank like a fucking rock. 🤣

Also how was he gonna get proof of this? Like "hello here's my soggy clothing that got wet when I went in the Living Waters"???

THERE'S A FUCKING MYTHOSAUR?!

Okay, so I don't really know how to collect my feelings on this episode because it was a lot. Like episode one, they threw about as much in as they could in the time frame, making it feel a little bit rushed. Just as I started getting my head around one thing, it jumped to the next. That doesn't mean it's all bad though. It kept me on my toes.

Once again, this episode didn't feel particularly self-contained. They seem to have drifted more into this being serial rather than episodic, but we'll see how it goes as the season progresses.

There's been some interesting things set up in these first few episodes, so I'm excited to see where this season goes. This may be an episode I need to look back on to fully grasp what I even watched because so much happened. 🤣 Din got his ass kicked a lot this episode.

I definitely think I prefer Chapter 17 rn, but I still found this episode enjoyable! Part of it may be because the most recent episode of TBB was so good that Ch 18 didn't hit quite as hard.

Loving the chaotic father-son dynamic though and I'm very curious to see where we go from here because I do not have a clue.

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian spoilers #mando spoilers #mando season 3 spoilers #din djarin #grogu #din and grogu #clan of two #bo katan kryze

[mykingdomforasong]

From the 101 Ways to Say I Love You prompt, how about 18, 51, or 87 for DinLuke? <3

((Modern AU? Modern AU. Three scenes from the same night))

There were a lot of small pleasures in dating Din, Luke had come to realize. Early on in their relationship, Din had described his childhood as "fairly sheltered," and slowly Luke came to realize that "fairly sheltered" translated to "raised in a religious cult." If there was a silver lining to find in this up bringing, it was Luke's constant delight in discovering new pop culture phenomenons Din had never experienced before.

Luke sung along to the music at the bar. He'd chosen this place specifically because they were running an early 2000s theme night.

"I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold," Luke sang, using his pint glass as a makeshift microphone. Din stared at him blankly.

"I want you and your beautiful soul -- really do you not know this one?" Din shook his head. "Jesse McCartney?"

"The Beatle?" Din asked.

Luke took his hand. "I love you so much."

~*~*~

Luke had foregone a jacket, prioritizing his outfit. Besides, he hated caring one around for bar hopping. But now they were on the curb, looking for a Honda in the dark. There were, Luke decided, too many silver sedans in the world.

He got a little closer to Din, making something of a show about the fact that he was cold.

"Here," Din said, slipping his coat off. "Take my jacket."

"No, it's fine," Luke lied. He was still going to take it, but he figured he'd at least pretend.

Din didn't say anything, just dropped the jacket over Luke's shoulders. They were nearly the same hight, but Din's shoulders were a lot broader, and he tended to wear his clothes a little bigger. The heavy leather jacket felt huge on Luke, but it was warm and comfortable. He slipped his arms into the sleeves, before taking Din's hand.

"Thanks, love." Din leaned down and kissed his head.

"I think that's the car," he said, pointing to a silver spot in the distance.

~*~*~

Luke felt very grown up dating a man who had a kid. He frequently let the phrase "my boyfriend's son" drop into conversation. He didn't know if it was his boyish face, his ideals, or his adolcent recklessness that, even at 28, had people - his own family even - treating him like he was still some teenager. They didn't treat Leia like that, and she had the same face and reckless streak. But she also had some fancy law degree that Luke had no ambition of matching.

Grogu wasn't just some accessory to Luke. He really did love the kid. He was already asleep when the two of them got home.

"Wanna stay the night?" Din offered as he poured them one last drink. "We can take Grogu out to breakfast in the morning."

Luke smiled. He still had Din's jacket on. He wouldn't steal it from him, Din wore it too often for him to get away with that, but he wanted to keep it on for as long as he could.

"Sounds perfect."

A few hours later, Luke was woken up by Din climbing out of bed. After a few moments, he noticed Grogu was awake on the baby monitor. Din was back in a flash with the kid. Grogu was almost three, but small for his age, and often nonverbal. He was usually a happy and energetic kid, and excelled in all things pre-school (Din liked to brag).

"It's okay, I'm right here," Din assured him. "Wanna stay here?" Luke saw Grogu nod. "Luke's here too. Is that okay?" He nodded again.

Grogu rested between them, staying closer to Din than Luke, which didn't surprise him. Luke's heart swelled with affection and cute aggression as Din calmed the child. "See," he said, "you're safe now. The things in your nightmares can't hurt you."

It didn't take long to get Grogu back to sleep. In the dark, Din looked at Luke on the other side of the bed. He was smiling.

"We're like a little family," Din said.

Luke smiled back and held out his hand over Grogu for Din to take. "Yeah, we are."

#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #my writing

[boogisstuff]

Too soon/Too late

*Boba catches up to Din before tyfon. Ends up providing identity but showing chain code in armor. Talking after, din asks if he knew anything about the Jedi. Nina's like, yeah. He knows one still alive. Din's like, hook me up. Boba warns he knew the Jedi through a botched job. They're not on good terms. But sends message anyway. Doesn't know how to contact Luke, doesn't want to appear a threat, so he sends a message to laia. Hides location, but not who sent it. Keeps spamming her with messages labeled "foundling" "youngling" "Padawan" until she opened a line.

Obviously they don't trust him, so he's like, trust I don't mix business with pleasure. I'm settling a debt- not with you. Turns camera to din and grogu. The little one's a Jedi, they're being hunted by the empire. Din's like, Grogu's 50, he was raised in a temple. I am quested to return him to his people.

*In the meantime boba takes over tatooine. Din enjoys as much domestic time with grogu as he can, and keeps in contact with Bo Katan regarding info

*They arrange a meeting. Try and find a Netrual planet. Din vetos anything too inner rim, the Jedi anything to seedy. Tatooine? (I thought nothing too seedy?) Din looks to Fett, and his throne just out of frame. "... We've garnered too much attention there." They are, after all, still hunted. Eventually he offers Typhon. Has a lead suggest there's a Jedi stone. Luke's like, yeah youngling and artifact two for one

Plus uninhabited, mid-ish rim, neutral.

*Well new Republic sends escort Incase boba apears against agreement. Boba and din arrive first, Boba hovers outside atmosphere to make sure it's clear. Then leaves- trusts Skywalker wouldn't endanger the child.

*It botches. Mandos did know about the NR involvement, NR got twitchy. Jedi and nr didn't trust boba and went in with the bias they needed to save the child. Engage first. Ends up fire fight as Din fails to descalate. Din and Grogu end up pinned down behind the stone. Wants to move to better cover, like the boundary stones, but a sharp shooter takes shots. Grogu ends up with a force shield, sends out distress beacon. Luke, who was also trying to deescalate, says fuck this and drops in. Din manages to get out a distress becon as well. Boba patches in Krise bc din promised he'd message if imps found them. They were worried about imps. Assumed imps. Not the nr.

*Boba gets there, like the nr? Sees red as he thinks the Jedi fucked din over too. Din manages to jet pack and get scooped up as soon as the force sheild's down. Din figures the Jedi sold them out, but why? Luke, not wanting them to go and still trying to salvage this, grabs the ship with the force. Used other hand to stop nr assault but only after they'd fired at and damaged the ship. Bay doors still open, Luke can feel the betrayal eminating from the family he was supposed to protect-he was supposed to protect the both, he realizes. Then resolve. Grogu uses force against Luke with little strength but they break free. Before they leave the system, they take a fly by of the captured Raiser Crest and Din activates the kill code. They get to atmosphere and Boba jumps a ship jumps into hyperspace. He curses and din asks what's wrong. Boba's like, I think we just missed Kryse. Doesn't like her but he did call her. Doesn't feel right to leave her behind. Din's like, why is Bo Katan there? Boba explains how he thought it would be the imps, as he updates message. Didn't think Skywalker would turn on him. Din's like, the way Ashoka spoke, I thought they took their children as seriously as we do. Thank you for coming. Boba decides not to comment on the youngling he'd met back in the clone wars.

*They have to drop out soon bc of damages. Gidion is right behind him. They manage to send second distress to bo Katan only bc they were about to contact her or currently face timing her. (They jumped to an ally. When gideon saw a ship jumps away, he rightly assumed it was them, deduced the most likely place they'd go based on tracking data, and followed before the nr could process. Nr now thinks mandos WERE working for imps, if only to deny they messed up.

*The slave is captured and boarded, but they undersemated the Fetts. When gloating Gidion reviled/implied the crest had been tagged sense water planet. Gidion knew who is allies were, no more hiding. Running. Ok so, they leaves fighting. Escape pods won't make it to the surface without being blown out, Slave 1's in bad shape, so take bridge instead of going for gravity wells.

*Din still ends up with the dark saber, bo Katan ends up showing up and helping, they beat the dark troopers through ship guns (hidden weapons on the slave before boarding. Gidion sent troopers to meet them) and the dark saber. Which is how Bo Katan found out she was too late. Boba didn't want the cruiser, jokingly offered it to din bc he needed a new ship. Din offers it to bo Katan. Then offers dark saber. Gidion (if he's alive) and boba are living for the drama until boba realizes they're both enjoying it and shoots the moff.

*Gidion gets turned for bounty by way of cara who also gives report. Nr gets it and peaces together too late to track the money cara handed off.

*Boba ends up answering a call from the Jedi, tells them to save their excuses. His job was to ensure the child's safe return to his people. The foundling survived the temple massicure. Now you tried to kill his father. He doesn't want to go with you. Come near the father and child and he will do his job. Ends call and blocks.

*Other Jedi end up showing up. Ezra, back from wild space. End up tuffling with Din and dark saber, realize, tries to back off. Greets in Mando'a. Din pauses to respond in Mando'a. Ezra apologizes, that's all the Mando'a he remembers. Sabine Wren of house Kryse, She held the dark saber at one point. Hey what happened to bo Katan? Not important. I got Grogu's call, he said he and his father were under attack. Boba speaks up from behind him, handled it.

*Ezra ends up being allowed to stay, if only because he agrees the Jedi order is wack. Lives a more mandalorian-compatable way. Reveals he's a friend of Ashoka, who not only vouches for him, but freaks out he's alive??? She and Sabine are on their way.

*Call and others end up turning up.

*Eventually nr finds them. Ashoka goes out to great Luke and negotiate bc she knew his father. He tells her, when she assumes he had to kill his father, his sacrifice. That he came back to the Light in the end. Ashoka explains her mistreatment from the Jedi order, compares it to Grogu's trauma, and then Ezra and the other unconventional options. An order isn't what's best for Grogu right now, they can take care of him. She also recommends Luke distance himself from the new Republic. That was the falling of the Jedi.

#fanfiction #the Mandalorian #the Mandalorian au #too soon too late #not very luke freindly #sorry

[bestintheparsec]

One fighter with a sharp stick and nothing left to lose can take the day.

#swedit #starwarsblr #thestarwarsdaily #theforcenetwork #userastrid #tusergabrielle #userjoanne #usernik #userksena #rogueoneedit #tbobfedit #rogue one #din djarin #jyn #me rn: 😥😥😥 #look i know I can't compare the extent of damage in the two #but i had war flashbacks watching tbobf bc of the lowkey rogue one vibes lol #also if you think about it din didn't think he'd get grogu back so he was like aight guess we'll d*e :)))) #L creates

[positivityjediprince]

Luke didn't want to go back to Tatooine. Even if it was just for a few hours. The planet was filled with painful memories, with a past that felt both centuries and minutes ago. But, he knew he had to. He had to do this. He wanted to do this.

"Fucking hell! If you think you can intimidate me into free service with you're spooky hood and silence, let me tell you I've faced far wor-" the sound of fabric pulling away from his hair seemed to fill the entire yard. "WORMIE!?"

Luke somehow cringed and laughed, he had missed Peli. Summers spent tinkering away on every rusty, broken ship and speeder that passed through her workshop seemed like a whole different life time.

"Hi, Ms Motto.."

Peli rushed over, bundling him in a bone crushing hug that put a wampa to shame, before pulling away and fixing him with her famous Peli stare.

"You owe me three weeks of work, Wormie! I don't care about all that galactic nonsense, I had to buy more droids since no one I hired was anywhere close to your level."

Luke laughed, only Peli could make a compliment sound like an insult, "I'm sorry Ms Motto."

"Damn right you should be!"

She paused, unusually silent, before pulling Luke in for another hug, this one far gentler than before. "I'm sorry about Beru and Owen" and whispered as one hand came to stroke his hair, "they loved you very much."

Suddenly he was was 19 again, staring at charred corpses and a blackened home, he cried. Cried like he hadn't allowed himself to cry in all these years. He'd been on the go. Non stop. Running from the memories of lowering his parents into shallow graves, as charcoal stuck to his body.

He wasn't sure how long he cried for. The suns were far lower in the sky.

"Tell me you didn't come here alone? I don't think I can let you leave by yourself."

Luke wiped his nose on the edge of his cape, Leia was gonna not going to be happy about that, and smiled.

"I came here with my...partner... fiancé?"

"Wow, you're getting married!?"

"Why do you sound so shocked?! Beru always said I was a catch!"

"Well Beru also rejected my advances, so we can't trust her judgement." Luke laughed so hard he began to choke on the phlegm left over from crying. "See?This is why I'm shocked youre getting married squirt. Sooooo will I be meeting him? Is he coming to ask for permission? Because I'm a tough sell."

"I think you already know him..."

He could see Peli's mind speed through an index of people she knew, she was never going to gue-"

"Mando?"

Wait..What?

"How?!?!?"

Peli waved dismissevly, "broad shoulders, sexy voice, and a cute kid. I've known you since you were the size of a spanner."

"You really are incredible Ms Motto."

"Oh enough of that, I'm not giving you a pay rise no matter gow cute you are."

Luke grinned, she hadn't changed a bit - it was comforting. He took a deep breath, okay Skywalker here we go.

"Ms Motto-"

Luke's serious tone caught Peli off guard, "yes?"

"Do you-" he closed his eyes, "Do you have any photos of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru?"

His eyes were burning, "I don't have any and-" he could feel his voice catching on his tears, "and- and I want them to be at my wedding."

The admission sent Luke over the edge again as the tears fell in heavy drops on the sand below.

For the third time that day, Peli held Luke close to her, "I do. You sure you want to see them now? Let's get some food in you first?" She gave him a squeeze before pulling back, "And I want to see that tin can and your son before I cry again!"

Luke let out a wet laugh, "I'll comm him."

-----

Turns out Peli did not really want to see Din, she barely acknowledged him as she swooped in to throw Grogu in to the air.

Luke watched her, she tried to hide it but she was such a softie, especially when it came to children. Strong arms circled round his waist, and the beskar of Din's helmet was a pleasantly cool.

"You doing okay, Cyar'ika?"

"More than. Maybe Tatooine isn't the worst place in the world."

"Mmmm, could be Hoth."

"Hey, I had some good times on Hoth!"

"You don't get frosty armour."

Luke giggled, relaxing into his lovers hold.

"Mando, you better be keeping those hands above the waist or I'll cut them off."

Peli pointed a threatening spanner at him, someone looking threatening despite the baby eating her hair.

------

Dinner was great, Luke had missed real Tatooinian food and Peli - the softie -was providing his favourites non stop.

Grogu feel asleep almost instantly after finishing his feast, feast was the only way to describe it as he ate more than the three adults. Din gently lay Grogu in the small nest he made from his and Luke's cloaks, giving him a quick Kedalbe kiss before turning back to Peli and Luke.

"Here's the ones I have" Peli activated her datapad, pulling up the 'Lars' folder, she blushed slightly "look, your family and I were friends this isn't weird, I already had the photos, and yes maybe the folder, well no I made the folder after..but so what, sue me I thought you had all died so of course I made a folder-"

Luke layed a gentle hand on her arm, "I'm glad you did."

The mechanic calmed down, handing Luke the datapad, "I thought you had died too till I heard about the Death Star."

"I'm sorry. I didn't even think tha-"

"Pfsch, it's in the past and you're alive- and getting married to a good man."

Din couldn't help but feel like he was intruding on something private. He knew Peli well of course; but, this was a side she had never willingly shown him. Part of him felt like he should leave the two tatooinians to their grief; but, Luke's grasp on his hand told him he was needed, and wanted.

Luke hesitantly took Peli's datapad. For a while he just stared at the unopened folder. Din held Luke's hand tight, bringing it up to his forehead in a reassuring kiss.

A blue light filled the room as a flickering image came out of the datapad. Luke felt his heart clench as he reached towards the image.

The picture was of him clinging to Owen while Beru laughed. He couldnt have been more than three as Owen was lifting him with ease. It was the first time he'd seen them since their death, he thought he would cry; but instead he felt happy. Their lives together had been good, hard but good.

As Luke cycled through the photos he knew; they were always with him. He had felt their love over the past decade, even without seeing their faces.

"They're going to be at our wedding." He whispered.

"They always were going to be, Cyar'ika, they always are."

#um im not sure where this came from.....im not sure I want to unpack this #im sorry for the angst #being locked in a room is getting to me #angst #and fluff too #angst and fluff #luke skywalker #dinluke #din djarin #peli motto #grogu #owen lars #beru whitesun lars #beru lars #i might pop this on AO3 aswell lol its longer than i expected #death mention #tw grief #cw grief #i think thats everything? #let me know if soemthing else needs tagging

[anupalya]

Please stop hating on Luke Skywalker

(note: I don't like what Disney did to him either and I'm not a fan of the sequels)

But with regards to attachments and having Grogu choose, SO many people have said it better than I can, but in Buddhism, "attachment" isn't love, it's possessiveness and inability to let go. That's what makes you selfish, desperate, willing to do anything to keep your attachment, even hurt others.

Grogu chose to go with Luke at the end of Mando S2, and now Luke is saying "you can choose to leave, I will not force you to be Jedi."

I disagree with the Old Order's marriage ban, seeing as it didn't even work and (I think) it would have been much more effective to instead provide social support and emotional support, so that Jedi could have help remaining un-possessive in their love rather than allow the need for secrecy make them fearful and more desperate.

HOWEVER. "Attachment" being the way to the dark side in no way conflicts with the lessons learned in the Original Trilogy, which Luke embodies so well. Luke's love for his friends keeps him from falling, and his love for his father brings Anakin back, but Luke's being able to let his friends go and not control the outcome and trust them instead, the lesson he had to earn in ESB, is the reason why his love was able to remain un-possessive and a conduit of light rather than dark.

So Grogu got to leave if he wanted to, because Luke could sense that Grogu, the traumatized baby who was willing to force-choke a stranger who he thought was hurting his dad, who he'd imprinted on after years of isolation and abuse after surviving a massacre, had an attachment, and very understandably so. Grogu needs to resolve his trauma and heal and be able to let Din go, because that's the nature of existence, if he wanted to learn to manipulate existence without the temptation to, you know, lay waste to entire civilizations if it meant saving his dad, the way Anakin did for Padme. And if Grogu can't or didn't want to do that, Luke wasn't going to force him, and would let him choose to keep the attachment rather than the ability to manipulate the universe.

Now, it seems to me, just based on my read of it, that Disney doesn't quiiiiite understand Western vs Eastern definitions of "attachment" (and I'm willing to bash Disney All. Day. Long.) Or at least they didn't quite execute the "choice" scene in a way that made their take on attachment theory very clear, especially because "choose between shirt and saber" doesn't actually make sense because Din wasn't saying "hey Grogu, you can have this shirt IF YOU COME BACK" etc. I digress.

BUT

Luke, starting from the end of OT, is also trying to restart a decimated culture off of CRUMBS as the only one left (to his knowledge - and yes, Ahsoka is a force-user but doesn't identify as a Jedi and isn't contributing to the resurrection)

Also, I'm a DinLuke shipper. I would LOVE to see Din and Luke together, but I'm also completely unsurprised that these are the choices Disney is having Luke is make in canon, because this strong, powerful, compassionate, imperfect, traumatized character is also doing his best with the crumbs of the old wisdom he can find. And also, I know it becomes a tragedy all over again, because they're not going to erase the sequels (which, again, not a fan).

So I'm here in the "write fic, take what you want from canon, and love the story, characters, and dynamic" party. Fandom is all about taking what we love and making it our own. I love saying it and won't stop saying it: canon is just the headcanon of the person with the biggest budget, and fic is inherently anticapitalism in storytelling. And that's what I'm all about.

(and tbh one of my favorite things about canonverse/canon-divergent DinLukes where Luke decides to allow marriage with un-possessive love and Grogu gets to be a Mandalorian Jedi like Tarre Vizsla is that those AUs end up averting the tragedies of the sequel trilogy 👌👌)

But, in summary, it hurts my heart to see so much Luke-bashing. We can make the stories we want.

#attachment #the book of boba fett spoilers #the book of boba fett #the Mandalorian #Buddhism #luke Skywalker #dinluke #dinluke positivity #fanfic is love #fanfiction

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masked in desperation

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6044

Warnings: Verbal Degradation. Physical Humiliation involving Din making reader wet herself. Dirty Talk. Penetrative, Non-Protective Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong por favor). Rough then Soft Din. Don't worry, this is consensual and there is aftercare involved.

No summary because I don't even know what to call this? All you guys need to know is that this fic is based on/inspired by the following asks [x] [x] [x] [x]

A/N: Uhhh this is new for me so I'm sorry if I didn't get the dynamic involved with a humiliation kink right. Please let me know how I could correct anything should there be something off. This was supposed to be rougher...but I turned soft midway because nervous Din makes me warm. I hope you like it nonetheless though. Comments are hella appreciated. And you can add yourself to the taglist here. Enjoy and please don't @ me once you finish this fic. And I apologize that it took long, this semester was hell.

It was an act of crazed desire concealed beneath irritation and anger, irritation with you for managing to claw yourself into his heart and anger at himself for allowing you to do so freely. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, not if he wanted to retain whatever sanity he had left around you. What started out as nothing but stress relief and a way to help with the pain left behind by Grogu leaving turned into Din wishing he could stake his claim on you every moment of every day so you wouldn't seek anyone else out. Not that he genuinely believed you would. Still...

And it wasn't like this was any different from what the two of you usually do. At least that's what he says to excuse his twisted behavior, to not dwell too much on his sick, possessive fantasies.

It was driving him mad. He wanted to mark you up, always did during those passionate nights, loved watching as you tried, and failed, to cover up his love bites and handprints from the guild members. But he also craved to feel the same way. He wanted to bear traces of you on him so people knew how much he cared for you, perhaps even recognized the hold you have on him. The only problem was, no one would ever see the angry nail scratches and bite marks you left every night on his skin because of his beskar. So this, this would do the trick, even if it was barely noticeable, even if it would be gone when he washed his beskar, even if the two of you would be the only ones who knew what happened behind closed doors.

The weird thing was, he doesn't even know how he got to this point. Well, that's not true. He can actually trace his way to this moment, but he feels ashamed to do so? Reluctant maybe. It didn't matter what he was feeling at this point. All he knew was that he needed to watch you as you humiliated yourself in front of him, and had no power to do anything about it. Perhaps it was because, deep down, he wanted to show you that he'd accept you no matter what. He wanted to prove to you that he may just be worthy of having you in his arms. He wanted to assure you that he would be committed to you until his dying breath. And this, in some way, was the solution.

Before he can reevaluate and dwell too much on his decision, he fills a cup with water and heads towards you, ignoring the Marshal's glances as he approaches you and taps on your shoulders.

"Yeah?" You turn around, and Din forces himself to stand his ground when he sees your smile growing wider as you take the water from his hand. "Oh aren't you sweet. Careful, or else they'll think you're growing soft." You tease him as you down the cup of water and hand it back to him before returning to fixing the ship. He says nothing as he walks back towards the cantina, and resumes his quiet meditation.

And that's how it goes for the next couple of hours. He brings you a cup of water every so often, murmuring something or other about how he doesn't have time to take care of you if you suffered from a heat stroke before leaving immediately. Din quietly thanks the maker for your discomfort with public refreshers, because this plan wouldn't have worked if you decided to go to the cantina or elsewhere to relieve yourself. He's locked his ship's refresher and made sure to not be anywhere in sight when you sought him out to ask about the issue with the door.

He feels himself grow harder when he notices you squirming as you work on the ship, softly palming himself through his pants when you halt your movements every couple of minutes to either cross your legs or push your hand between your thighs to attempt and alleviate some of that pain. A part of him feels horrible for putting you through this, but something tells him it will be worth it in the end. Din Djarin isn't a man of prayer, but he pleads to whatever higher power that created you that this wouldn't backfire and make you leave him.

As the twin suns slowly set beneath the sky, Din moves away from where he's been hiding and heads towards the ship, making sure he is in your line of sight as he walks up the ramp and towards his armory. He quickly takes out the durasteel cuffs from where he's set them, hiding them behind his back as he pretends to head towards the cockpit.

However, he stops when he sees you rushing past him and setting all of your tools aside. You're mumbling angrily beneath your breath when things begin to fall over, growling when you try to fix them a couple of more times, and they continue to fall.

"Motherfucking shit," Din hears you swear as you carelessly try to set the box again and it falls over. Shaking your head, you turn around and sprint past him again towards the refresher. His eyes never leave your shaking form as you push on the refresher button numerous times and nothing happens.

"Pfassk! Din, how angry would you be if I broke this fucking door right now?" You try to grab the gun on his holster but he is quicker than you, slamming his hand on your own to prevent you from taking it.

"Extremely." His answer is short and straight to the point, mostly because he can't trust himself to respond to you without giving himself away.

"God please I- I need..." You hesitate and try to remove your hand from him, only to feel his hold tighten around your wrist. He thought you'd break and confess what you needed to do due to your desperation, but you don't, holding your tongue and looking up at him quizzically when he removes your wrist and clasps one side of the cuff on them.

"Din, what- what're you doing?" You look down and watch as he clasps the cuffs on your other wrist and ensures that they aren't too tight around your wrists before he locks them. Before you can ask him again, Din drags you across the ship and into the cockpit, ignoring your annoyed murmurs as he sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

You squirm around and try to get up but Din’s hold on your waist tightens and he slides you against his beskar until you fall into his chest. He says nothing as you push away and try to maneuver yourself so your legs aren’t wide open. He chuckles lowly when he sees how much you’re struggling, finally allowing you to put some space between the two of you. You rest your back against the controls board and take a few deep breaths before you stare at him.

“Can you please let me go?” You ask patiently, and hope he sees how genuine and serious you’re being. When he sits back but keeps his hold on you, you know he isn’t going to make this easy.

“Why?”

“Because I- I need to take care of something,” you look away when you respond and Din feels his cock twitch in his pants at the sudden shyness taking over.

“How about you let me take care of you?” He takes his gloves off and throws them aside, smiling to himself when he sees you shiver as he moves his hands up and down your body. You watch him like a hawk and you feel yourself growing wet for a moment, but you realize this reaction is the last thing you want to experience in his presence right now.

“Wait Din- just...it’s not like that.” You bite your lower lip and stifle a moan when he cups your tits and softly flicks at your hardened nipples.

“No? And yet here you are melting at my touch...your body knows me mesh’la, it’s blooming for me and I’ve barely touched you. Sweet girl, don’t you want me to make you feel good? I’ve been thinking about you all day long, about kissing you until you’re breathless...and biting you until you have my mark everywhere. Don’t you want me to show you just how much I’ve missed you?” Din knows he’s not being fair but the way your eyes are glowing with lust is enough to ground him so he could carry out his plan.

“I- I do...fuck, Din- I really do. I barely think of anything else...but I really need to-” You shut your eyes and groan as soon as you feel Din’s hand descend down your chest and rest on your lower stomach. He supports your back as he slowly begins to push against your navel, watching with fascination as your face contorts from pain and pleasure the harder he pushes on your muscles. You’re not sure what’s happening for a few seconds until you manage to open your eyes and look at him. His visor prevents you from seeing what he’s thinking but none of it matters when you feel him shift underneath you before he eases up. You sigh in relief but Din repeats his actions, only this time, he’s becoming a little more aggressive with his touches.

"N-no wait please I-"

"What's the matter mesh'la? You're usually fucking me like a loth-cat in heat by now, begging for me to have my way with you...take what I want until you feel properly fucked and filled with my cum." Din leans forward, never once easing up as he begins to move you over his beskar-clad thigh. There’s not much you can do due to the cuffs and how much advantage Din has over you in terms of muscle and size so you do the only thing that’s left.

You beg.

"Please, please Din I- I just...I need to-" It takes every ounce of control not to let go of your body’s function and you realize you’re not making much sense when Din cuts you off again and asks you what you want.

"Need to what? Go on sweet girl, tell me. What do you need?" His motions become more rough as he alternates between shoving his hand against your bladder and moving your clothed heat across his thigh. Din wants nothing more than to push you to the floor and fuck you until you can’t remember anything but him, but he tries his best to keep himself in check until he gets what he wants.

"I'll do anything Din just...need the- the refresher. I'm so- so...maker, please wait-" The controls dig into your back the more you lay on them but you can’t find it in yourself to care because a different kind of pain shoots down your spine when Din brings you closer to him and hikes your shirt up. His palms are warm against your skin and you hate how good they feel because this was not how you saw the day going with him.

"You know the safeword. Say it if you want me to let you go and I will." His tone shifts and you throw all caution aside as you confess to him why you need to leave.

"Din please...I really need to pee. I- I'll come back right away but I- oh it's too much, t-too much." You think he’s going to apologize and let you go when you tell him but all your admission does is cause him to momentarily stop before he wraps his arms around you and stands up. He’s pushing you up against the wall, not caring for what you just said to him or how rough he’s being as he nudges his leg in between your thighs and resumes his antics from before.

"I know."

The curt response washes over you like ice and your eyes begin to water as soon as Din takes off his helmet and you see him smiling down at you. You don’t know that you’re shaking in his arms but he leans down and nuzzles into the crook of your neck to commit the moment to memory. He loves the effect he’s having on you and although a small part of him feels bad, he doesn’t bother or care to hold back as he brings himself flush against you, the action causing his beskar to push deeper against your navel and have his desired effect.

"Din?" He thinks your whimpers might make him cum right then and there but he takes a deep breath before he pulls away and looks down at you. He’s sure that his eyes don’t convey an ounce of guilt at the moment, the opposite actually, and it only brightens his smile as he pulls down your tank top strap far enough to give him access to the top of your breasts. Din moves closer to you and lays lazy kisses across your heated skin, all the while attempting to grab your attention so he could tell you what he wanted.

"Why do you think I kept handing you water all day ner ka'rta?"

"W-wha-?" Your sniffles pull at his heart but he knows that you’re not in any physical danger and that all you need to do is whisper your safeword and he’d let you go. When a tear drop trails down your chin and hits his forehead, Din has to pull away to take a better look at you. He hates how much he loves the way you’re looking at him right now, like he’s simultaneously a villain and a savior to your predicament.

"And who do you think locked the refresher? Sweet girl… I thought you were smarter than that." Your surprised gasp adds more to the innocence he’s seeing in you and it’s the last straw before he holds onto your waist and begins to move you across his thigh again.

"You what?"

“Go on pretty, I know how much you’re trying to hold it in. ‘m not letting you go any time soon,” Din talks down at you and if you weren’t trying to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself in front of him, you’d think it was the sexiest tone he’s had with you yet. But it’s getting more difficult to control your bladder and even though you get the sense that he will probably win in the end, you still try to hold off as much as possible.

“Look at you trying so hard...prettiest fucking sight in the galaxy. And do you know what makes it even better? I can smell how much you want me...this tight, wet cunt is begging for my cock. You can have me sweetheart, you can have me right now if you want. But you know what you have to do.” You’re shaking in his arms and plead pathetically when he applies more pressure on your navel. You try to ask him why again but you can’t find the words and resume moaning his name as he uses you.

And that’s what he’s doing. He’s using you. Like he owns you. Like he has the right to control every muscle in your body. You’re not sure what it is that made him act like this all of a sudden and you know it ultimately doesn’t matter because like he said, he won’t be stopping any time soon. It’s just strange that he wants this. He wants you to embarrass yourself. He’s practically helping your body let loose so you could wet yourself. You try to convince yourself that nothing about this should be turning you on, but the way his eyes are hazed with lust and desperation makes you reevaluate your thoughts and you manage to look up at him as he begins to speak again.

“It’s okay mesh’la, you can let go. Let go, now! Make a mess sweetheart. Make a mess of me, I won’t fuck you till you ruin my beskar and make this ship dirty. Go on. Or do you want me to help you again?” Din isn’t sure what’s come over him but he doesn’t hold back anymore, slipping his hand underneath your pants and pushing hard on your bladder until he feels your thighs squeeze around him.

“D-din fuck...oh- my...maker I- I can’t-” You throw your head back as you fist your hands into his cowl, holding on to that last bit of self control before you’re no longer able to. As he lifts his hand and pushes again, the thread breaks and tears slowly roll down your cheeks as you frown up at Din when your bladder gives out. Din looks into your eyes one last time before his attention moves south and his jaw clenches tightly when he notices the material of your pants grow darker the more you relieve yourself.

He doesn’t bother to stop, continuing to apply pressure on your lower stomach as a day’s worth of water floods down your legs and onto his beskar. He watches with fascination as his pants grow wet as well before he hears the faint sound of droplets falling onto his ship. You follow his line of sight and whimper in embarrassment when you notice just how big of a mess you made. There’s a small puddle forming where the two of you are standing and your nervousness only grows when you see how wet Din’s pants are.

When there’s nothing left and your shaking subsides a little, Din removes his hand from you and returns it to your waist, squeezing the skin he has access to so he wouldn’t strip you and fuck you in the middle of your mess. Every time he moves his foot, he can hear the soft splashing sound of the puddle underneath him and it only makes him harder. When he finally looks at you, he’s met with the most vulnerable expression he’s ever seen on you and although he wants nothing more than to kiss you and apologize, he allows himself to go just a little further until he sees you’re no longer able to put up with him.

“D-din...you- you made me, I-”

“Oh sweet girl, I made you do nothing.” The look of shock on your face is worth the hassle and he watches as you pout your lower lip before more tears leave your gorgeous eyes.

“You’re just a filthy girl, wetting yourself in the middle of my ship and not caring how dirty you’ve become...you really couldn’t hold it in cyar’ika? Look at this, look at the mess you made of my armor. You know how valuable beskar is and yet you pissed all over it. And my ship!? Didn’t we just clean this ship pretty?” Din could feel you melting into him with every word that passes through his lips and when you look away from him, his smile falls and he quickly grabs your neck, turning it straightforward so he could look into your eyes.

“No, you don’t get to look away from me when you’ve just pissed all over yourself and me. Maybe I should change your name, call you ad’ika from now on.” He has to hold back from smiling when he sees the moment you recognize the word. He’s only ever used that word whenever he talked with Grogu and you knew exactly why he was bringing it up now. “You’re my little girl aren’t you? My filthy, pretty little ad’ika who can’t fucking control herself and marked me up like she has the right...like she owns me.” Din watches as your expression softens a bit at his last admission and he trails his gaze down your nose until he is only focusing on your lips.

You can’t help but also stare at his lips and Din uses the brief moment of distraction to unbutton your pants and slip his hand into your panties, humming in approval when he feels the wet fabric scratch deliciously at his knuckles. You gasp when you feel his fingers softly rubbing your slit and as you look into his dark brown eyes, Din slips two fingers into your wet cunt and stops.

“Fuck, you’re so wet ad’ika, so warm and wet and ready for me.” He nudges his fingers deeper into he finds the spot that makes you see stars. You know immediately what he wants to do and reach for his arms as he grows closer to you. When they begin to get in the way, Din takes hold of the cuffs and raises them high above your head until the cuffs are glued to the wall. He can’t stop from smiling down at you, all stretched out and ready to be thoroughly fucked. But he doesn’t give in just yet.

“Din it’s...you’ll get dirty. I- I don’t want you to-”

“I don’t fucking care,” he growls as he leans down and bites shoulder again, moaning against your skin when he feels your cunt clench around him. “That’s it, open up for me...let me make you feel good. I- I want you to scream my name sweetheart, scream my name as you make a mess of me. Please...I need it, need- maker...need you to drench me again.” His words twist something inside of you and you lean back as he moves his thick fingers in and out of you until you feel that familiar pressure all over again.

“Oh Din...your fingers f-feel so- so good.”

“That’s right ad’ika, only I get to touch you. Only I get to watch you come undone...only I get to wear your scent, your beautiful fucking wet scent. I- I won’t wash this armor sweet girl, not when you’ve marked it...marked me, this much. Go on, be a good girl and make a mess of me. Let me walk around with the smell of you etched on my fucking beskar.” You whimper at the filthy whispers Din breathes against you and just as you’re about to come, Din grabs your pants along with your damp panties and pushes them as far down as he could. You bite into your lower lip as he tries to push his digits deeper into you, and when you finally manage to turn and look at him, you hold your breath as you see the way he’s looking at you, into you.

“Cum for me. Now.”

The quiet order, along with the pace of his touches, breaks you and you force yourself to not shut your eyes as your pussy throbs around his fingers, a wave of euphoria washing over you so swiftly you think you’ll faint. Din momentarily turns his attention to your heat once again and he hisses when he feels you coming on his hand just as you squirt on his beskar and the floor of the ship. You’re unable to form a coherent sentence as Din refuses to slow down and your eyes water again when the hold he has on your waist becomes more painful than before.

“Maker...you’re perfect.” Din kisses your neck as he finally decides to slow down but the way he continues to rub your clit with his palm does little to calm your nerves and you don’t realize how much you’re shaking until everything quiets down and all that you can hear is the sound of Din’s heavy breathing and your own heaving and sniffling. You wince when he fully removes his hand from you and helps you out of your pants and shoes. He takes a step back and groans when he sees how spent and ruined you look as you stand on your tiptoes and try to calm down.

As you try to catch your breath, Din unlocks both cuffs and throws them aside, reaching down and grabbing your ass so he could support your weight against him. You jump on instinct and moan when you feel the cold beskar against your skin as Din grinds into your soaked heat. He doesn’t waste another moment, diving in and claiming your lips until he could feel your teeth nipping at his tongue. He makes sure he has a good grip on you before he moves to the refresher and as soon as the two of you are standing in front of it, he pushes a code into the pad and unlocks the door. You pull away for a moment to look into his eyes, the silence of your gaze knocking the breath out of him as you hide into his neck. It takes but a second for Din to realize that he shouldn’t try to push your limits any further for the night.

His touches grow softer as he carefully sets you down on the floor of the refresher. Din can see you’re shivering from the cold room and makes quick work of his clothes and armor, choosing to leave his boxer briefs on so you wouldn’t think of anything else. He leans down and taps twice on your shoulders so you could raise them above your head. As you do, you look everywhere else but him and the gesture is a little too raw for Din because as he strips you down to nothing, he’s leaning down and kissing your forehead until he feels you relax in his arms.

When he’s satisfied with your slowing heart rate, he stands up and turns on the water, making sure to stand in front of you and block you from the cold water until it turns warm. Even though he doesn’t particularly enjoy it, he turns the hot water just a little further, knowing how much you preferred it when it struck your skin.

Grabbing the bar of soap you bought from the last hunt, Din sits down and rests his back against the cold metal of the wall before pulling you towards him.

“Come to me mesh’la.” His voice is much more controlled and mellow than minutes before and you melt back into him as soon as his skin comes into contact with yours. You rest your back against his shoulder and sigh heavily when his hands begin to massage your arms. The scent of flowers hits your nostrils in seconds, making you relax even more as the soap washes away any trace of what you and Din had just done.

Din kisses your shoulder and neck as he rubs the soap on your chest and stomach, keeping his touches as appropriate as possible to distract himself from the hardening issue he was struggling with. Although he prefers you all sweaty and dirty, he makes sure to wash every inch of you, knowing that you probably needed to feel clean after...after what he’s done.

He pushes your back until you’re leaning forward far enough for him to wash your back as well. His breath hitches when he sees evidence of his touches on your skin from previous nights. Some of them have turned a light blue color while others were still purple.

Fuck. He didn’t know his grip was this harsh. He was a little guilty for bruising your skin, your lovely, beautiful, gorgeous skin. But the more he saw as he rubbed the soap over your back, the more pride he felt in his chest at the knowledge that he was the only one allowed to mark you.

“D-din…” You moan his name when he pulls you back into his chest and you feel his hands descend lower to wash your thighs. You think that he’s going to touch you where you ache for him but when he focuses on your thighs, you realize that he wasn’t going to go anywhere near your throbbing cunt.

“I’m here sweet girl, let me take care of you.” His whispers are laced with promises and affection and you’re not sure what to make of it. He’s never been this intense, this touch-starved, even this controlling. There’s something about the events of the night that tug at your heart and you wish you could ask him what has changed all of a sudden. But you don’t, instead repeating his words from earlier over and over again as he continues to wash you.

He told you, although indirectly, that you had the right to...to mark him, to own him. He begged you to drench him so everyone would know that he’s yours. That you’re his.

“Din please,” overcome with emotions, you slap the bar of soap away from him and use his surprise to your advantage, quickly turning around and holding onto his broad shoulders as you straddled his thighs.

“Ner ka'rta, we don’t have t-” Din keeps his hands to himself as he feels you rub yourself on his clothed cock. You instantly cut him off, molding your lips with his in a bruising kiss until his arms wrapped around your back. When you knew you had him, you pulled away and laid kisses across his handsome features. He was a moaning mess in no time and when you took hold of his chin and pushed it back, Din felt like he was travelling through the stars, the rough nips you were leaving across the jugular of his neck making him notice just how needy you were.

The hot water cascaded down your back as you assaulted Din’s skin and when you felt him grab your waist and begin to move you across of him, you knew he wasn’t going to deny you from what you wanted. Needed. Craved.

“I need you...now, please Din. I need to feel you inside me.”

“But-”

“Please? Oh maker, I- you said...you said you’d give me your cock if I wanted. And I do. I want you, I want your cock. I- you promised. I- I’ll do anything.” The sound of your desperate pleas sends a shiver down his spine and Din nods frantically just before you pull him out of his briefs.

“You- you’ve done enough for me cyar’ika. So so much. And I- I...oh-” Din throws his head back and shuts his eyes as soon as you lower yourself on his hard cock. He thinks he’s going to cum right then and there, but then you’re moving on top of him and squeezing him so tightly and he realizes that he needed to feel more of you. You cry out his name over and over again as he twitches against your tight walls, and when his eyes snap wide open and look at you, you can’t help but lean forward and bite into his shoulder to keep some semblance of control.

“S-sweet girl...lovely girl, tell me you’re mine.”

The short request causes you to falter in your pace but Din decides to take over again, wrapping his arms around you as he begins to move you on top of him.

“I- I’m yours Din, I’m yours. No one else can fuck me like you, n-no one can kiss me and touch me and take care of me like you...gods, you’re amazing. And you’re mine,” Din groans when he hears the last of your words and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck as you continue to whisper sweet things to him.

“You hear that Din...you’re mine. You- you belong to me, you touch only me...you, oh maker, you fuck only me. This cunt is yours baby and your cock was made for it. Made for me. You l-love only me. Right Din? P-please I’m...already so close. Tell me Din because you know...know that I love you. I love you. No one else. J-just you-”

Din is sure he might be suffocating you with how hard he’s hugging you right now but he doesn’t seem to notice because all he can hear is your declarations of love and commitment. Neither of you have ever come close to being this intimate but his earlier actions apparently unlocked something in the two of you.

You loved him. Even though he could be kinder, and was definitely too broken. You still loved him.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. P-pfassk...I love you mesh’la. Only you...always you.” Din comes with a cry when he feels your nails digging into his back and he growls as his cock throbs inside you until he’s filled you with his cum. But he doesn’t stop, instead maintaining his pace just to see you fall apart one last time. It’s all too much and not enough, and he’s already oversensitive from coming but he has only himself to blame considering how much he edged himself the entire day. When he hears your gasps turn quieter, he knows you’re close and slithers his hand between your bodies to flick your clit. You moan into his shoulder as you quickly peak one last time, the touch of his fingers reminding you of what he’s done earlier and in a matter of seconds, you’re clenching around him so hard to the point where you’re not sure if you’re experiencing pain or pleasure.

Neither of you say anything as you slowly return to yourselves. When Din moves to try and turn the water off, you accidentally dig your nails deeper into his shoulder and make him hiss.

“S-sorry.” The small apology does something to Din and he decides that he needs to do this now and not when the two of you are in his cot. Twisting his hand into your hair, Din pulls it back until you’re forced to look at him. You stare at each other for what feels like hours before you lean forward and kiss him. It’s much slower and kinder than the earlier kisses and you smile when Din unintentionally thrusts into you. He pulls away and returns your expression when he sees how genuine it is.

“I think I should be the one apologizing ad’ika.”

You know what he’s referring to and you think that perhaps he’s beginning to feel more guilt at what he’s done but you brush it aside with a joke so he knew there was nothing of concern.

“Not sure what you’re talking about Din,” you leave a quick peck on his nose as you rest your cheek on his chest and hug him tightly. He recognizes what you’re doing right away and decides to not fight you, instead maneuvering you off of him to shut the water off. You try to stand but your legs give out immediately. Forutrantly for you, Din is there to catch you and he ignores your complaints as he carries you out of the refresher and into his room. You watch as he brings two towels and proceeds to dry you off, handing you the other one to dry your hair. You giggle when he almost stubs his toe as he comes back with a set of new clothes.

Din ignores your comments when you ask him why he was handing you one of his long sleeve shirts instead of your own, quickly putting on a pair of boxers before throwing the towels back into the refresher. When he comes back, you’re already comfortable and warm in his bed, the sight of you sniffing his pillows causing him to think of a multitude of thoughts. He brushes them all aside when you make room for him and ask him to come to you.

As he slithers underneath the covers, you waste no time and move closer to him until you’re sure you’re touching every inch of his skin.

“Are you okay mesh’la?” Although you know what he’s referring to by that question, you don’t bring up the topic, instead nuzzling into his chest. The sigh of content you hear tells you that he’s not overthinking what happened too much, and it signals for you to do the same because even though you never expected the day’s events, you can’t help but admit to yourself that one thing which you know Din will bring up when the two of you have properly rested.

As strange and sudden as it was, Din’s treatment of you turned you on.

Translations:

Mesh'la - beautiful

Cyar'ika - beloved

Ad'ika - little one

Ner ka'rta - my heart or my soul

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

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Headcanon

NSFW 18+ Only

Contains depictions of sex with a female reader.

- Okay so like, Din has obviously fucked before. Just because the helmet stays on doesn't mean he's not practical about his sexual needs.

- But he's never needed someone like you before. No, this is more than just a basic instinct. Not something to just pass the time. Not a someone to help him just get off or relax.

- Sure, your breasts catch his eye. The sway of your hips, the swell of your ass... any person with eyes can see your appeal.

- But you've been traveling with Din longer than anyone else ever has, and he's come to know you almost as well as his own Creed.

- You're strong, both physically and mentally. Something all Mandalorians admire. But your heart is also open and worn on your sleeve. Din sees the way you cared for and loved Grogu. The way you care for and love him. There was no need for you to say the words out loud. The way you fought along side him, the way you dedicated yourself to helping Din find Grogu's people, the way you stayed even after Grogu left. He knew.

- It took Din by surprise how easily he found himself opening up to you, confiding in you, relying on you.

- So when you're offered a job on a system, a good job, one that pays well, and the system is safe and luscious, a place where anyone would jump at to live... well he can't say his heart didn't drop when you told the person you'd think about it. Of course he'd let you take whatever path you wanted. He had just hoped that when you stayed with him after Grogu....

- Din is quiet all the way back to the Crest. You don't push him. When Din is thinking over something he gets quiet and you know he'll talk to you eventually. But when Din doesn't start the preparations for take-off, you ask him what's wrong.

- You're flummoxed when he brings up your non-answer to the job offer and you laugh. You only said you'd think about it after they wouldn't take your one thousand "no's" as an answer just so you could get out of there faster. No, you could admit you saw the appeal of settling down here but it wasn't for you. You look away, suddenly abashed. You belong here, on the ship.... with Din.

- That night all the remaining barriers are torn down between you and Din. He takes you over and over again. Holding on to you as tightly as possible because he's too afraid of loosing you too, just like the kid. He doesn’t say that out loud either but you understand his desperation because it mirrors your own. 

- After the tender night you spend together on that system, Din is bolstered into acting on his urges more often. It surprises you the first few times. Din walking up behind you without a word and pressing you down, large hand between your shoulder blades, onto the nearest surface. He pulls your pants down just far enough to expose you to him and he runs his fingers through your folds, teasing your clit until your dripping for him. 

- He fucks you like he’ll never get another chance at this. At being with you. But now your confidence is high and you’re the one tempting Din more often that naught now. Bending over to show him your ass, clutching things under your chest to expose your cleavage more, or “accidentally” leaving the fresher door ajar while taking a shower. Din takes you up on your offer, every time, on every surface of the ship.

- Din wakes you up late at night in your shared cot. His cock is hard, and leaking against your hip and he holds you close to him. He apologies profusely. He just needs you right now. Needs to be as close as possible to you, inside of you. His voice is all it takes for you to melt and he moans as you open yourself up eagerly to him. But he’s still sorry he disturbed your sleep. You couldn’t care less about that. You’d gladly forego sleep if this was your reward.

- Din loves you. He has since before Grogu left, when you were still just friends on the Razor Crest. He wants to tell you this but you easily distract him and he doesn’t want to tell you when you might think he’s only telling you this because of your physical relationship. 

- So when you say it to him first, Din feels a huge weight lifted off his shoulders that he didn’t know was there. It was the morning after a late night hunt for an unruly bounty. Din had brought you a snack and something to drink for your breakfast up in the cockpit. You hadn’t even asked him to do so. You smiled while chewing, just watching Din at the controls, thinking about your life together. 

- The words fall from your mouth so easily that you don’t even have time to stop yourself. You were nervous now, as the subject had never been brought up before and Din’s hands were frozen on the controls. You’re about to tell him that it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same. You don’t want anything that he can’t give you. But you don’t have the chance. 

- Din gets the ship into hyperspace in record time and he’s spinning his chair around to face you. He moves your breakfast out of your hands and sets it down on the console before reaching for you and pulling you into his lap. He’s now ashamed he didn’t tell you first but it doesn’t matter. Both of you repeat your confessions on each other’s lips. 

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Friends of Dorothy: Chapter 3

Summery: Last year had been pretty hectic for Luke Skywalker. Between discovering that the kind old hermit that lived at the bottom of the street was actually his uncle, that the stubbornly annoying girl in his maths class was his long lost twin sister. Not to mention that not only is his dad alive but also the secret enforcer to the head of the mafia. You know, just your regular teenage drama. Luke was grateful that this year, his biggest worry would be remembering his lines for the school play. That was until Din Djarin came along.

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"Yeah man I'm pretty sure that was Luke Skywalker." Boba told him when Din had finished recounting his bizarre encounter.

Din was sat on the sofa across from Boba and Fennec, sipping on the cups of boba tea that they'd picked up on the way home to Boba's house after school. When Din had entered Boba's house fir the first time, the open plan kitchen diner and living room of picturesque modern suburbia, wasn't what he'd expected from the son of a prolific biker gang leader. Now, the spotlessly white interior that he knew hid more of whatever Jango got up to for the Mandalorians, felt more like home than his actual one.

Din still wasn't entirely sure how he and Boba had become friends. He was aware of the other boy, since both their parents were members of the Mandalorian bikers. It wasn't until one day at school that Boba found Din sitting by the bike shed by himself at lunch as usual and randomly started talking to him about his latest fight with Han Solo. Over the next couple of weeks, Boba would continue to show up and talk at him until one day Din decided to talk back. Privately, Din thought that it was because the boy had been lonely, which Din had also been before he'd met Boba.

"Who's Luke Skywalker?" Din asked.

Fennec's mouth gaped open whilst Boba choked on his drink.

"What do you mean who's Luke Skywalker?" Fennec shouted as she thwacking Boba on the back.

"Yeah..." Boba said once he'd coughed up his boba balls. "He's only one of the most popular kids at school, and that big shot martial art champion. I heard he might get picked for the Olympics."

"Don't forget that his Dad turned out be the enforcer for the mafia or some shit." Fennec added.

"Oh yeah that too."

That last point did make Din a little more nervous about Grogu potentially acting in the play with him, but Luke had been so sweet with him when they'd ran into each other. He couldn't imagine the blond boy having a mean bone in his body.

"So, do you think your folks will agree to let Grogu be in the play?" Boba asked.

Din shrugged. Their foster parents didn't care about Grogu anyway, so he doubted they'd care about him being in a play.

His foster parents were currently on a rally with their biker gang the Mandalorians and wouldn't be back until the weekend, leaving just him and Grogu. Not that them going on a trip changed much. Even when they were technically at home, they basically only slept there, choosing to spend most of their time on their bikes.

Din honestly wasn't even sure why they decided fostered in the first place since they clearly didn't have any desire to try to be parents.

They had taken in Grogu for as an emergency placement a couple of months ago. Din hadn't been particularly keen on the idea of having a Foster brother, especially one so young. Especially as since their parents wanted as much to do with Grogu as they once had with Din, he knew that he would be the one left to take care of him.

Din would be turning eighteen next year, something he had once looked forward too as freedom. Now, he dreaded it, his nights sleepless as he fretted over who would take care of Grogu once he was gone.

"I'll ask them when they get back." Din replied.

"Oh yeah I forgot about the rally! My Dad was going to go but his bike blew a gasket. Also he broke his ankle during his zombie class and can't move the pedals, but he's blaming it on the bike."

At that moment, one of Boba's brothers poked his head around the front door. Din wasn't sure which one. Boba had like an army of them and they all looked strikingly similar. This one had longer hair, held back by a red bandana and a skull tattoo across half his face.

"Is Jango in?" The man asked.

"He's working on his bike out the back." Boba told him.

Boba's brother nodded, heading straight for the kitchen and dug out some fancy looking chocolate spread. He grabbed a spoon and started eating it straight out of the jar.

"So, I heard you got into another fight at school."

Boba groaned.

"Oh my god Hunter. You're Omega's guardian not mine. So you have no right to lecture me too."

"Did dear old Dad tell you off?"

"He told me off for getting a dent in my helmet."

"Which is why I'm here to tell you that you wouldn't get any dents if you weren't fighting in the first place."

The man who Din assumed was called Hunter then pointed the spoon at each of them.

"Make good life choices."

And with that, Hunter popped the rest of the spread into his mouth and walked back out the front door, jar still in hand.

"Dude, your brother is so hot." Fennec said as soon as the door closed. Din had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Boba wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Ewww don't say that! He's my brother. You must be romantically repressed if you think that he's attractive."

Din would've taken this opportunity to point out that Boba never progressed emotionally past kindergarten as his response to his crush on Han Solo is to pick a fight with him, but Din valued his balls to much to point that out.

"If you think I'm romantically repressed, then what's Din, volunteering his baby brother as tribute for a school play just so he could get closer to the only guy to give him any attention."

Din, nearly spat out his drink. He didn't remember telling his friends anything about finding Luke attractive. Which was besides the point because anyone who wasn't blind could tell that his fluffy locks of blonde hair and sky blue eyes were made him look like a guardian angel. Just because some pretty boy he decided to acknowledge his existence didn't mean that he had to fall in love with him.

Thankfully, Boba once again saved him from embarrassment by opening his big mouth

"Wait didn't you say that I looked identical to my brother?"

Fennec threw her empty bottle at Boba's head because just like himself, she never progressed past kindergarten level of processing her emotions either.

Din continued sipping his drink, enjoying the show as his friends wrestled on the couch. The pair didn't even notice when Boba's Dad walked in.

Jango's overalls wrapped around his waste which was unfair that despite pushing sixty, Boba's Dad was really hot. Well Din supposed that Boba and his brothers had to get their attractiveness from somewhere.

The man put some bread into the toaster before digging around in the cupboard.

"Who the fuck keeps stealing my chocolate spread?"

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When did Din say that he would be a better parent to Grogu, and that he could protect him better than Luke? He only goes to see Grogu to make sure that he's okay (and misses him) and to give him the armor to protect him, and then leave. At no point is he trying to take him away. Luke gives Grogu the choice to stay and train to be a Jedi or to return to Din. It's Grogu's choice to go back to Din, no one else. We don't see anything after they fly away at the end of TBOBF, so I don't know where this take I've been seeing is coming from.

He didn't say it explicitly, I was exaggerating. You'll notice I didn't actually say that in any post, just the tags on one. And Din pretty much says that the Mandalorian way of life is better than the Jedi way of life, thus heavily implying that Grogu would be better off being raised by Mandalorians.

Also, I don't think you understand the importance of armor to Mandalorian culture. Wearing their armor means you ARE Mandalorian. It's literally the first tenet of the Resol'nare. That's why Din got so worked up about Cobb, an outsider, wearing it. That's why Boba had to prove the armor was rightfully his and that he'd inherited it from his Mandalorian father, with the chain code. That's why, in the old Mandalorian empire, wearing Mandalorian armor without being Mandalorian was an executable offense.

By giving Grogu Mandalorian armor, Din is staking a claim. He's saying "this child is Mandalorian." And historically, even if a Mandalorian lives their whole life as a Jedi, the Mandos still claim ownership of them and their possessions. Like, yknow, grave robbing them to appropriate their shit for their own culture (remember Tarre Vizsla and the postmortem theft of his darksaber?) And because armor is given to the child by the guardian or parent after they complete their verd'goten, Din is heavily implying, if not all but saying outright, that he is Grogu's rightful guardian.

Also, Grogu is almost trauma bonded to Din, who keeps putting him in horribly stressful and dangerous situations (sometimes on purpose, like when he sold him or brings him along on dangerous jobs such as the prison break). He's also a toddler and pretty much the sole surviver of the eradication of his people. He chose to go with Din rather than to fully remember and process his trauma from the genocide, because his reaction to any upsetting or traumatizing situation is to go to Din bc that's what he's (unintentionally) been conditioned to do. Luke acknowledges Grogu's agency a hell of a lot more than Din does, which is great, but Din can't even communicate with Grogu so he CAN'T respond to his wants and needs even when he tries to!!

Ultimately I think it would be a lot better for everyone if Grogu stayed with Luke until he was old enough to make that choice, because he is a toddler and he's clinging to what's familiar rather than what is best for him. But maybe they thought they had to get him away from Luke asap bc people were worried Kylo killed him, so they shoehorned it into Boba's show bc Disney loves disrespecting actors of color.

#i know you have to know about more than just the live action lore to pick up on the mando culture stuff #but even if you don't know the Mandalorian explicitly stated that Din believes only Mandalorians should wear beskar armor #fandom wank

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Darling, you make me go feral... And Im loving it 🤭

Boba totally corrupted you,

You were this pretty, young lady, trying your best at helping children through your job,

The moment he noticed you at that charity event he promised to himself that you would be HIS,

He'd be so brooding and intimidating yet also somewhat charming (y'all THE chin touch at Jabba's Palace),

He'd ask you out on a dates to these fancy restaurants and clubs,

You'd always address him as Sir, because he was way older and he held so much power over the city

He insisted on you calling him Boba

But secretly loved when you called him sir,

Everyday at your desk at work you'd be greeted by these beautiful chanel flower boxes 😍,

When you were at this top socialite club, he pulled you onto his lap and whispered in your ear that you looked so tempting in that little dress,

His hot breath ghosting over your neck, one hand toying with your hair second getting dangerously close to your inner thighs (you wore stockings and matching garter that night 🤭),

Princess, let's get out of here,

Not longer after you were already kissing in the elevator on the way to his penthouse,

He'd take his time undressing you, until he saw your undergarments,

Such lovely, cute princess wearing lingerie like that?

And at that moment he lost his cool,

He was pounding into you in front of those huge windows, choking you with one hand and spanking with his other hand,

After that intense wrestling you got kind of incesure, thinking that you were his another one night stand,

He proved you wrong, taking you to his king-sized bed telling you how well you took him,

My little princess did so good, rest now, little one.

Yes, sir,

Woah I need a minute to calm down 🥵

Remember when you didn't want to eat Paz' dessert?

He was offended that you thought so lowly about yourself,

The moment he saw you, he couldn't stop thinking about how delicate and tiny you looked compared to him,

Everytime you came for lunch, he'd purposely sit next to you,

He was taking so much space, your thighs touching his,

But you didn't dislike that he was so in your space, actually, you felt really secure,

When you went out on your dates he'd make sure to hold your hand or keep his hand on your waist,

Can't loose my little flower in the crowd,

He'd give you his hoodie if you were feeling chilly, totally drowning in it,

He imagined you wearing nothing but his hoodie,

First time you went down to town, he almost came in his sweats after seeing you in cute, blue, lace bra and panties,

When he put his hands on your waist he felt like he could snap you in half,

HE MADE YOU SQUIRT BY RIDING HIS THIGH,

When you went down on him, he felt so wild seeing your tiny hand not being able to grip his dick,

Trying to keep him in your mouth, tears going down your face, it took all of his willpower not to come on sight,

Paz, I am not sure it will fit 🥺,

But no worries, he worked you up thru and thru with his fingers,

When he finnaly bottomed out, he instantly went apeshit afrer noticing the bulge in your tummy,

He just wrestled you like a ragdoll through the whole night,

You weren't able to walk the next morning,

No worries, you spend all day in his bed, being pampered by Paz,

He'd cuddle you, massage you, cook for you his special dishes, oh and in between these activities he'd eat you out,

My little star tastes so delicious,

Omgg call 911 because I'm about to die,

Din has heart of gold, he instantly felt this pull towards you when you started working on Grogu's case,

Your gentle and loving nature captured him entirely,

After all day of taking care of his class he'd want some peaceful and quiet place to chill out,

He'd drive you to his special, secluded place just outside the town,

You'd lay by the small lake in comfortable silence,

He was gently caressing your arm, getting lost in his thoughts,

Sweet girl, you make daddy feel at peace, he'd say quietly,

That's what you deserve, daddy. You are a wonderful teacher, always making sure your class feels loved and secured with you. I feel so secure with you as well, (geez give this man that validation and praise he deserves),

Let, daddy take care of you too, my sweet girl,

Omg so romantic, I can't

Din slowly making love to you by the lake,

You kept on telling him how good he was making you feel and that he was the best man in the whole world, you wouldn't ask to be with anyone else,

After the romantic wrestling he'd wrap you both in a blanket as you were enjoying your peaceful silence once more,

From time to time he'd whisper in your ear sweet nothing and kiss your forehead, arms wrapped protectively around your waist not letting you go.

Yoi ought to call 911 cause I'm having a heart attack - 🐣

You're having a heart attack, no I'm getting heat stroke and diabetes from all the sweetness....

So first off I think you are trying to kill me

Second, Paz cums just from watching your ride and squirt all over his leg

Paz once fucked you in the office of his restaurant while it was still open

Paz loves food, but his favorite flavor is you

PAZ FUCKing YOU AGAINST A TREE AFTER A HIKE

You have a specific little black dress that drives Boba mad every time you wear it and you're suprised he hasn't ripped it off of you yet

Boba totally made you stop calling him sir, because it made him hard everytime you said it

Boba started going after you after first just because he wanted to corrupt you but then after his first conversation with you he just knew you'd be the perfect one to be by his side

You tried to hold back and just stay professional at first, but after he he took you to the club you couldn't hold back anymore

Boba fucking you just in a gamer and stockings 🥵🥵🥵

Din totally owns an old beat up truck and he likes to takes you out into the country and likes to cuddle up next to you

Ooooorrrr he fucks you until you can't even get into the truck because your legs don't work

Din, after the kids are born, totally fucking you in the shower just because its the only time you get alone

Din was so cute when he first asked you out

He was all shy and wouldn't make eye contact

He took you to the shooting range and taught you to shoot

Poor dude was nervous the entire time

Sorry this is shorter but I'm currently at a get together (that i don't want to be at)

(SEND ME THOTS!!!!)

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 Guilt (Part 4): The Aftermath

Din Djarin x F!ForceSensitive!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

Description: Moff Gideon has found someone else to run his experiments on and word gets back to Din. Will he take his sone far away and try and find somewhere safe? Or will the guilt of an innocent being put in his sons place eat away at him? (No Y/N or ___)

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: talks of death, self-doubt, a little bad mental health in the beginning, blood mention, lmk if I missed any

A/N: This took so long to write, I could picture it so clearly but couldn't form words lol. My grad classes start tomorrow so next chapter might take a little while. Also was planning on sticking to cannon-type stuff but didn't want to write a transphobe's character in so Boba Fett and Fennec are in here. Oops. Not really sorry. Thanks to all who support and love this series. It means the world to me! (Also posted this on ao3 two days ago because I can just copy and paste and can’t do that with tumblr for some reason. If you want you can take a look at it on there @/princess-to-general)

The next events seem to be a blur in your memory. But one thing stays clear. His face. You can't unsee it. The bounty's eyes open no life behind them. You did that.

Din had you help freeze him in carbonite, which you didn't even know was on the ship. Now here you are, sitting and staring at the frozen block of a man you killed, while the man you saved is double checking to make sure the area is clear.

In the back of your mind you know you should feel something about this entire situation right ow but there's... nothing. Just numbness. Too much has been happening and you thought you were staying true to yourself during them all. Then last night happened. Now it feels as if your don't even recognize yourself.

The logical part of your brain keeps trying to tell you that saving yourself, Din, and Grogu was enough, that there was no other option. Unfortunately that isn't the part you were listening to. The part of your brain that has you spiraling keeps repeating part of the oath healers take at the end of their studies. Do no harm. Do no harm. Do no harm. But now the harm you did is staring you back in the face.

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Din could tell a lot from your eyes. You never held back how you were feeling, it always shined through. Fear when he first found you on the Empire base. Overflowing joy when he asked you to stay with him and the kid. Pure bliss when you were eating whatever meat was on that kebob. Still dont think either of you want to know what it actually was. Terror pouring out when you found the booth, thinking they found you again. Determination learning to shoot. And then last night, he say... pain. You were in pain seeing him hurt, bleeding out. It didn't make sense. You've only know each other, what Din thought, was a short time. But he also knew, he'd do anything to never see that look in your eyes again.

But now? Now he couldn't see anything in your eyes. That scares him to his core.

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The Razor Crest is quiet, despite a few babbles, as the three of you now travel to Nevarro. That’s where the man in beskar said his friends are and where he drops off the bounties. You just hum in response to him explaining it to you. Sitting in the cockpit with the two of them, you pull your knees to your chest as the battle rages on in your head. Din keeps quickly looking over his left shoulder at you. While you know it’s just concern about your shift in behavior, it makes the walls you’re building up become skyscrapers. 

He wouldn’t get it. He hunts criminals for a living, it’s part of the job description. Feeling your soul split to its core all because you shot someone is not something he deals with. All the excitement from learning to shoot makes this worse. How could you have been excited about that? Now knowing why he was teaching it to you. He just wants you safe, logic is trying to tell you again. It’s drowned out by the image of that man’s face flashing in again. 

It’s as if your mind hasn’t caught up to what you’ve been through yet. Your body reacted accordingly to what it had seen. Now you’re stuck here, torn between the life you knew and what it is now. But life isn’t the only thing your mind hasn’t caught up to yet. Too caught up in the commotion raging in your head, the realization that you’re dropping out of hyperspace to land doesn’t hit you until the knees pulled tightly to your chest move close enough to hit you in the chin.

Not meeting his eye as he turns to get up and leave the ship, you stay glued to your seat. Clicks of the pram opening to put Grogu in echo through the cockpit. Only looking at Din’s boot-clad toes, you see him turn to face you. A gloved hand comes into your line of sight, extended, waiting for you to reach out for it. Not knowing if it would be better to stay alone on the ship with the same person’s life you ended, or go with Din and the kid and likely be questioned about the probably sour look on your face, you just turn your head up to finally look at him. 

His heart shatters seeing the once very expressive girl, look like a ghost of herself. Getting down to your level, he grasps the hands around your legs and tries to gently ease them off. You oblige, not really willing to put up a fight right now and follow him. 

He finally let go of your hand to go down the ladder, even then there is a hand guiding your back, fearful that in your current state you’d fall. Opening the hull door, he walks a bit in front of you leading out to the sand covered landing site. Your feet freeze to the ground as you take a step away from the ladder closer to the frozen carbonite block of a reminder of the previous events. 

Din finally turning to see you glued to your spot, he follows your line of gaze to the bounty. Quickly finding Greef Karga, Boba Fett, and Fennec Shand walking towards the Razor Crest, he asks Karga to get someone to get the frozen reminder for you out of the ship. Nodding in response as Greef beckons two helpers over. Once it’s out of the ship, Din cocks his head to the side as in asking, are you coming? Taking a deep breath, you slowly walk out towards what you are assuming are the friends he was talking about. 

Trying to put on a smile, no matter how fake it might look, you introduce yourself as the five of you walk into the heart of the town. It didn’t hit you at first that the pram was empty until you heard baby talk coming from Greef Karga. For a second there you didn’t have to fake a smile seeing how loved Grogu is by everyone that meets him. But it is right back to acting like you’re at war with yourself as you all sit down in the cantina. 

It is very lively in there. Not something you expected from what you have heard of Nevarro. Thinking it was just a bounty hunter hub, you’re shocked to see kids and families littering the streets. There is a lot more life there than first thought. You are abruptly pulled out of your people watching as Din ushers you into one of the booths in the back of the cantina. 

Sliding in next to you, you feel the cool metal of his chausses hit your thigh. Digging into one of his hidden pockets, he places the tracking fobs out on the table in front of Karga when he asks something that makes you wish you were sitting on the end, not caged in by this metal man. “What happened with the last one? You’re usually not that sloppy Mando.” Maybe I can just slide under the table. As if reading your thoughts, a gloved hand comes to rest on your knee and gives a reassuring squeeze. Before you can even turn your head to look at Din, he moves his hand as if it was never there, as it now ghosts over his side where he was stabbed. 

“Turned out to be more trouble than I thought,” is all he says about it. Nothing about how you had to shoot him. Nothing about him bleeding out. Nothing about you healing him miraculously. And Greef doesn’t even push for more information on it, which you’re grateful for. You’d be more grateful if it weren’t brought up at all, but too late for that now. Greef Karga keeps baby talking Grogu while simultaneously trying to give Din more fobs. Begrudgingly he takes three more. The red blinking off the fobs blind you as all you can see is the red blood spilling out of Din all over again. 

Din leaving the booth with Boba Fett and Fennec quickly pulls you out of that thought as you are now left alone with Greef and the kid. Grogu whines and makes his grabby hands as food is placed on the table. Pushing the little biscuits towards his stubby little hands, he graciously takes them and starts mucnhing away. A small smirk tugs at your lips looking at him in Greef Karga;s lap. 

“So traveling with these two troublemakers treating you well?” Greef Karga inquires. If treating me well you mean making me cry multiple times and now killing a man, then yes. But that’s a downer and too personal for a first meeting. Then again you had your legs wrapped around Din when you first met too. So instead you settle for a subtle head nod that could be interpreted as a maybe. He hums in response to your small gesture, “Guess you’re not much of a talker too.” That makes you raise your eyebrows in question. Too? Yes, Din might not talk your ear off but there’s still conversation there. Now even a joke or two. Is he talking about Grogu maybe? No, he babbles constantly, which you don’t mind. 

Turning to look at the shiny man at the counter with the armored man and woman in a bit of confusion, his visor is already pointed at you. Now noticing you looking, his helmet tips forward as if asking are you okay? And for a second there you can forget that it was him dying in the hull last night with his consistent concern for you. The corners of your mouth turn up to let him know that, for the time being, you are okay. Chatter from, a now crumb covered, child turns your attention back to the man sitting in front of you. Taking a breath to center yourself, you reply a little delayed to Greef, “It’s just been a lot the past couple of days.”

“Ah so she does speak,” he chuckles as he takes a swig from his glass of bright blue liquid. Trying not to slam it back down onto the table, he continues, “Seems like you’re handling it well, after all you’ve been through.” That causes you to give a closed lip laugh. Handling it well? That’s not how you’d describe it. “What? You don’t think so?” 

Resting you hand on your face, you scrunch your nose with a small nod ‘no.’ Somehow sitting here with Karga, as he treats Grogu with such care, makes you feel the tiniest bit better. From what you’ve heard from Din earlier yesterday, he had done some questionable things in his past regarding Din and the kid. Seeing someone who has a dark past still be so kind and gentle makes it feel like somehow, you’ll be okay. “Now what makes you think that?” The sound of the higher pitch at the end makes Grogu tilt his head to the side with his little teeth showing. 

What’s the harm in opening up to another stranger, if Din trusts him now, it’s probably okay. “I just- This isn’t who I am. Someone on the run, getting in trouble. I know life can never go back to the way it was before this, but I didn’t want it to change who I am.” Hands coming up to your face covering your eyes, then bringing them to the side of your face. “Guess that’s out the window now.” It’s Greef’s turn to give you a quizzical look now. Well I guess there’s no going back now. “Last night, when Di-Mando was coming back, he was being followed by he was too hurt to notice.” He nods following along to your story, seeing the small fear in your eyes as he finishes for you. 

“You had to shoot him then.” Feeling the tears prick behind your eyes, all you do is keep your eyes low and quickly nod your head. “What you did helped save the lot of you. Life might not be the same but one thing’s for sure, you protected those who needed it. Though I doubt Mando would like to admit that part,” he finishes with a laugh. It was meant to help, and for a bit it did, until all you could see was the face of the man you killed flash into your brain. Greef Karga must have seen your demeanor change as he observes, “This new life will get easier. You got a good heart if this is eating you up this much. Don’t let this harden you. If it helps, you probably saved more lives than just your three.” 

You nod your head waiting for him to continue, need to know more to try and clear your conscious. “I don’t want to get too much into it. Don’t want you to fret more.” You smile and tell him okay with more cheer in your voice than you’d thought there’d be today. “I’ll tell you one thing though,” Greef points his finger at you and then Din, “I’ve never seen him more open and,” he chuckles at at this next part, “talkative, and I have a hunch that it’s your doing.” As if on cue, Din and the other armored man and stealthy woman walk back over and you feel his gloved hand brush against your shoulder, igniting your skin once again. 

Something about the way his touch feels makes everything else in the galaxy seem irrelevant. The pain, the fear, the torture of last night seems to have faded from your mind as you turn to face him, sliding to the end of the booth, legs handing over the side. Getting down to your level yet again, he announces, “I need to go with Fett and Fennec to handle something.” About to object your eyes dart from his still healing side back up to his visor, he proceeds, “It’s going to be fine. They flew out here to find me for this. It won’t take long.” You give him a meek okay as he stands up to follow the two out of the cantina. 

Watching him walk away makes your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Images of him leaving the night before flash into your mind. Before you can even think, you call out to him by the first name you knew for him. You open your mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a huff of air. Light reflects off his helmet, momentarily blinding you, as he nods in understanding. “Stick with Greef. He’ll show you around Nevarro,” giving a quick nod to Grogu, “Don’t let him eat too many of those blue cookies.” The tiniest squeal comes from Grogu in disappointment causing the softest of chuckles to come from Din’s modulator as he turns again to walk away. 

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A little light was back behind your eyes. At least there’s that, Din thought.

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Walking with Greef Karga through the little city was nice. Learning all the little details and facts while strolling along. It was almost like following a tour guide through a museum, but if the tour guide was very rambunctious and the museum was not as quiet as it should be. He also seems to be very well known. People just stopping and saying “hi” everywhere you three go. From what you’ve gathered from Greef, whatever happened when they defeat the Imperials really turned this place around. 

There’s one thing that Greef hasn’t brought up yet but seems like it is important. This huge statue of a droid, pointing his weapon to the sky, with his foot crushing stormtrooper helmets. Grogu whines as you go past it. Picking him up to try and confort him, even though he may be 50-years old, he;s still a baby, he makes happy coos looking towards it. Feeling of safety washes over you as Grogu grips your shirt staring at this monument. Did he know this droid? Once Greef is done talking with yet another person to cross your path, you ask him about it, “What’s with this droid statue over here?” 

“Right there? Oh that’s a bit of a long story,” he replies. You gesture around as if to say where do we need to go? “Alright then,” he obliges, “That was IG-11...” He goes on to tell you the story, how he was first sent to bring the child to the Imps, you’re confused by this since the child seems to feel comfort from this droid. How Din first shot him to save Grogu, but then later found himself crossing paths with the same droid once again with another fallen friend, Kuill. Kuill apparently programmed IG-11 to be a nurse droid, served to nurse and portect, which is nicely written on the plaque underneath. 

Greef tells you that Din’s head was badly injured in their fight to escape and stop the Imps, that they didn’t think he would make it. Flashes of him bleeding from the night before coming to your mind again. He tells you how IG-11 stayed with him until all other living beings left, so he could help him. This droid saved the man that saved you, so by extent, IG-11 also saved you. Reaching out to touch the statues foot in a silent thank you. Greef’s tone gets more somber as he tells you how IG-11 sacrificed himself to save Grogu and the rest of them. 

He doesn’t want to go into it more and promptly changes the subject, “We’ve been out here for quite some time, lets get you two some food.” You can’t help but think of this droid and how it started out by almost doing something as terrible as harming a child but was still able to be perceived as good for its later actions. You just pray that after the events of last night, you can see yourself as good again one day. Maybe sometimes the good outweighs the bad. Just maybe. 

Greef seemed to ignore Din’s request of not having Grogu eat too many blue cookies by buying him a pack of them. The child is contently eating them as Greef then offers to take you to a place for the kid, Din and you to stay for the night.  “Wait, do you sell medical supplies anywhere here?” You don’t want to ever be unprepared for a crisis ever again. 

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The hotel Greef was talking about turned out to be two separate rooms connected by a door, not one. A sigh of relief leaves your mouth when you realize that you both can probably get an actual good night’s sleep. There’s something in the back of your mind trying to convince you that you should be upset, but you can’t figure out why. You push that out of the time being. Right now all that matters are you won’t be sleeping on the crates and Din won’t be sleeping on suspended strips of fabric which he qualifies as a “bed.” 

Sprawled out with a content green baby by your side, you hear the sound of ship landing. Exhaustion from walking around all day starts to hit you so you decide against being nosey and looking to see who it is. The door opening next door sparks your interest though, followed by a knock on the connecting door. Din calls both yours and Grogu’s names. “Yeah? Din come in,” you call back as you quickly sit up on the bed. Noticing the silver wrapper of those blue cookies with only a few left also on the bed, you quickly tuck it away into your bag on the floor as the door opens. 

His arm goes over to his side again. You open your mouth to ask what’s wrong, he beats you to it, “It’s just sore that’s all.” Closing your mouth, you get up to get some bacta to put on the scar of what you didn’t heal with whatever abilities you have. “What are you doing with that? I’m fine.” Once again, the training of a healer kicks in to give him the look. The look that says you don’t have a choice when it comes to this. With a sigh, he points to the bed, “Here?” 

Quickly switching to one of your sweetest smiles, you reply, “Yes, please.” He obliges by sitting on the edge about to lift up his undershirt just enough while leaving all the armor on this time. You could see the scar without him removing it so it’s fine for just putting the cream on it. Once he does, your breath hitches. The scar has a perfect edge from where you used the cauterizer compared to where you healed it. A perfect line. 

Your hands ghost over the scar while applying the cream, finally able to look at the man underneath. It’s radiating heat and so warm in color. Tiny scars also litter the space shown. A map that tells his story. You wish one day to hear it. You take advantage of not being able to look up at him to talk about last night and its effect on you. “I’m sorry for the way I acted this morning. I just never- I never-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” he offers.

“I know, but I want to,” you reply. He gives you a small okay, as you finish, and he pulls his undershirt back down. Sitting next to you on the bed, legs twisted into a pretzel shape, you continue, “I didn’t think I’d have to utilize what you taught me so fast or for something so serious as that.” 

He gives your knee a reassuring squeeze once again, “You did what you had to do. You saved us by doing that, And probably so many others by having the bounty fulfilled.” 

You quip back, “Yeah, I know Greef Karga already told me that.” 

“You talked to Greef about this?” Din says in shock, but you can pick up on the little hurt in his voice. 

“That’s not the point right now,” you swat at his arm earning a breathy laugh out of him. With a deep breath you continue, “My life has changed so drastically in the few days, not all bad,” you say as running your hand over the little green bean’s ears. “And I know that good and bad isn’t black and white, there’s gray mixed in there. But I always held myself to a higher standard than I probably should have. I went into healing to do good. Do no harm. But now I did. And now I don’t know who I am. But I know, I know, I had to. Who knows what would’ve happened if I didn’t. I’m just not used to this life yet. But I’ll get there.” 

“I don’t want you to,” he says flatly. 

“What?” What does he mean by that? Is he saying he doesn’t want you around? Your hands go to push your hair behind your ears as you stare at the ground instead of the of the man beside you. Is he - 

“That came out wrong,” He rushes out as he brings his leg up onto the bed, bent at the knee almost mimicking your pretzel shape. “I don’t want this life to toughen you too much. I like- mrph - I don’t want this life to take the goodness out of you,” his hand twitches towards you, but doesn’t leave his lap. “But please still do what you need to keep yourself and the kid safe, get used to that part of this life.” 

Crinkling your nose with the corners of your mouth tugging slightly upward, “So you’re not kicking me out?” 

His helmet tilts and quickly shakes and with a gruff voice says, “What? No, that’s not what’s happening right now.” Grogu goes to leave your arms and goes to sit in the little nook created by Din’s bent knee. “You are still a good person. You helped me last night. You thought to protect Grogu when you knew the Im sympathizers were at that booth. That’s who you are. Now get some sleep.” He grabs Grogu and stands up going towards the door that connects the two rooms. 

A bad feeling drops to the pit of your stomach. You don’t want to be alone. Scared to see the face of the man who hurt Din and made you do something you’d never think you would do. “This might be a rally weird request, bit could you-- could you stay until I fall asleep?” 

“Of course,” he responds. With the baby still in his arms, he goes to sit next to your bed as you lay back down on the cloud-like pillows. Reaching over you turn off the light, the only illumination coming from the door to Din’s room. You hear rustling of your bag, just assuming Din moved it to sit better. There’s a tiny shift in the weight of the bed, looking down you see he’s resting his helmet on the bed. Warmth floods your chest. You start to feel yourself drift off into the place between wake and sleep, breath starting to even out. Faintly you hear Din stand up. Something soft and warm touches your forehead, “Goodnight mesh’la.” 

Before you can stop yourself, you mumble, “M’night Din.” A gloved finger moves your hair behind your ear. Two sets of feet walking are heard walking back to his door, one significantly smaller than the other. It takes you that long to realize he kissed you. On the forehead. He lifted up his helmet to kiss you. 

Getting closer to finally falling asleep with a smile now planted on your face, you hear Din boom, “How many of these did you eat?!” Din didn’t move your bag on the floor, Grogu did. He got the rest of his cookies. Uh oh. 

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