#din djarin get some rest CHALLENGEEEEEEEE

[dindjarindiaries]

"Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest." with Din?

character: Din Djarin

prompt: “Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest.” from this prompt list!

warnings: none

rating: PG

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Din’s been worrying you lately—more than usual. It’s not abnormal for him to be doing things that get you worked up, even if he’s got them under control. But lately, he’s been working himself so hard that he hasn’t been himself in too many days. As a man of few words, he’s always been more on the quiet side, but he’s barely said a word since he started the latest series of jobs. When you get in bed for the night, he holds you close, but it’s a tighter grasp than usual. On top of all this, he’s barely allowed himself to interact with the kid—something that’s very unusual for him.

You have to put an end to it.

You weren’t hired as the caretaker for nothing. Even if it started out as just being for the child, you took Din under your wing not too much later, and even after your mutual feelings for each other spilled out you refused to do anything less than your original role of caring for the Razor Crest’s crew. Seeing Din work himself so hard that he’s losing himself in it calls for action, and you’re going to make sure he stops—immediately.

Din’s just dropped off another rogue bounty, and he’s piloting the Crest no doubt to another one he’s managed to find. You climb into the cockpit after putting the child to sleep to see him working the navigation system, preparing to lock in the coordinates and jump into hyperspace. Your sigh is barely audible as you press forward, not stopping until you’re behind his chair. Your hands rest on top of it.

“Din.” You keep your voice stern, yet calm, causing his movements to halt. He doesn’t speak, and so you continue. “This needs to stop.”

“What do you mean?” Din’s voice now comes quick, snapping like a loth-cat as his helmet tilts in your direction.

“You’re working yourself to death,” you inform him, letting your sadness drip into your tone. “Don’t you see that?”

“I’m fine.” Din’s reassurance is out of his mouth before he’s even convinced himself of its truth.

“No, Din, you’re not.” You lean next to him, gently placing your hand over his gloved one that’s trying to punch in the coordinates. You ease it away from the dashboard. “Please, stop.”

Din takes a heavy sigh, and you can hear the utter weariness in his voice. “I can’t.” His modulated voice is strained. “I—the credits, we can use them.”

“So, that’s it? You’ve only been doing all of these jobs for credits?” You shake your head, finally able to meet his visor. “Din, we’re more than comfortable on credits right now, and you know that.” You pause as you face the dashboard, taking control and launching into hyperspace with no known destination. You then take both of Din’s gloved hands in yours, furrowing your brow worriedly as you face him. “Why are you doing this, Din? You’re scaring me.”

Din doesn’t respond for a moment, and you give his hands a squeeze of encouragement. Finally, he speaks. “The jobs, they’re the only things that distract me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “From what?”

You can nearly hear the breath catch in Din’s throat, and your heart breaks even before he speaks. “From the thought of losing you—both of you.”

“Oh, Din.” You shake your head. “You’re not going to lose us, alright? We’re here for the long run. I know how to fight, and the child—well, he’s got his own abilities. You don’t have to worry about us.”

“I can’t help it, cyar’ika.” Din’s desperation is evident now, and you can also hear his exhaustion starting to show. You wonder if he’s been able to sleep at all. “Every time I start to think, I just—I see you both. Gone. And I can’t bear it.” Din’s helmet falls. “I can’t.”

“Hey, hey, we’re alright.” You release one of Din’s hands to touch the base of his helmet, tilting it back up to face you. “We’re right here. You need to worry about yourself just as much as you worry about us.”

Din doesn’t respond, and you let out a sigh as you stand up completely again. You keep a firm grasp on one of his hands, watching as he stands with you. You gesture towards the ladder of the cockpit.

“C’mon.” You softly urge Din to follow you as you start to head towards your shared quarters, soon arriving into the intimate space. You invite Din to take off his armor as you sit on the cot, watching him. When he finishes, he sits beside you, and you ease your hands onto his shoulders. “I don’t want you to think about those worries, or any jobs you might do, or anything at all. Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest.”

Din doesn’t fight you, instantly letting his helmet fall onto your lap as he’s left to stare up at you. You can only hope he’s finally closing his eyes underneath his visor, and you try to encourage it by holding his hand in one grasp and brushing over his helmet with another. You’re glad to be met with silence, watching as Din’s chest begins to rise and fall in a softer pattern.

“There you go. I’m right here.” You say the words softly, running your thumb over the calloused skin of his hand.

You’re almost convinced he’s fallen asleep until you hear his drowsy modulated voice. “Cyar’ika?”

“Hmm, Din?”

“I... I love you. Very much. Thank you.”

You don’t even try biting back your smile, lifting his knuckles to your lips as you kiss them gently. “I love you too, Din. Now rest.”

Din does as you say, his breathing evening out completely as he stays limp in your grasp. You don’t dare to move as you remain in place, feeling a warmth in your chest upon knowing that Din’s finally going to be returning to you soon.

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