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[oliviajdjarin]

Din Djarin: Come and Get Me

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: After a job leaves you trapped, you realize how much you have come to trust the legendary Mandalorian.

Excerpt: “Please don’t cry,” you heard him whisper, “please don’t cry, Y/N.”

“Come and get me,” you begged, “Din, please come and get me.”

“The house is likely on total lockdown,” he said. “There’s no way for me to get in.”

This only made you sob harder.

“Please, Din,” you said through gasps of air, “please don’t leave me alone.”

“I won’t leave you alone,” he said. It sounded like he was running now. “Not ever, you understand me?”

Warnings: claustrophobia, panicking, panic attack, crying, so much banter, dinny boy gets *stern, * but only because he is in love hehe.

A/N: happy dincember my people :)

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“Why are droids always so angry?”

A deep sigh arose through your comlink.

“Because everyone is always pushing their buttons.”

Silence.

“You’re holding back your laughter.”

“That is absolutely not what is happening,” Din responded, voiced husked with his ever-present exhaustion.

“I can feel it,” you countered. “You are actively killing braincells trying to hold it back.”

“That is not what is killing my braincells,” Din responded, and you gave a dry chuckle back.

“Just get the credits and get out,” Din said, “we have other jobs to do.”

“Yes sir,” you responded sarcastically, pulling down your mask. It was a soft obsidian fabric that covered everything but your eyes.

“Need I remind you it is your fault we are here in the first place?” Din asked, knowing it would push your own button.

Greef had known you since you were a kid, your parents always calling him a “close family friend.” In actuality, your parents were his most profitable bounty hunters, and they had worked with him until they physically couldn’t anymore.

Without hesitation, choosing you take their place.

They had trained you from birth, ingraining into you the strength, cleverness, patience, persistence, and of course the wit needed to be an adequate replacement.

In Greef’s own words, you were “more than adequate.”

You worked for him for over a decade before finally meeting the infamous Mandalorian. His name had been circling for a while before you met him, allowing him to climb the ladder of Greef’s good graces (a particularly slippery ladder, in your opinion), as well as the ladder of wealth. You didn’t mind at first, sticking to the lot of bounties Greef would assign you every month, and minding your business.

That was until this Mandalorian started getting your pick of the lot.

“He’s just as good as you are,” Greef had said to you. “Your skill sets are incredibly complimentary. It is best for me financially to have you both going at once.”

You scoffed into your drink. “Give me a break, smartass. Next thing I know it will ‘best for you financially’ to have us working together.”

“It was a joke, asshole,” you responded to Din. “I’ll admit, not one of my best.”

Din sighed and remained silent. After two dozen jobs together, he had learned how old that jab was becoming.

“Going in now,” you said quietly, pulling out your gun and – as quietly as you could – shooting through the lock on the front door of what had to have been the biggest house you had ever seen. The outside was made with some rare limestone that glimmered in the moonlight which, in your opinion, literally shouted “rob me.” The owners of this house had tricked Greef, running off with the sum of money he had owed you and Din for a previous job (quite convenient, if you said so yourself). Greef agreed to pay you and Din triple your original salary if you got it back for him.

And here you were.

The door squeaked on its hinges as you opened it, revealing a pitch-black living area. You took one step inside, and as you did, a generator must have kicked on, because the room was instantly lit up. You gasped, stepping back in fear of a possible alarm, but as you waited a few seconds, there was no such thing.

“You okay?” Din asked quietly. If you weren’t shitting your pants, you might have teased him for seeming like he actually cared.

“Yeah,” you responded, winded. “Yeah. Fine.”

You looked around the room, jaw falling open slowly as you did. It might as well have been a museum. Paintings, vases, chandeliers, stones, and jewels. You could tell one thing and one thing only.

Whoever these people were, they were fucking loaded.

“Hey, Din,” you asked.

“Yeah?”

“Did Greef say anything about being allowed to steal anything else?”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Got it,” you said, and moved further into the house.

“Greef paid some gungan to have dinner with them, so there shouldn’t be anyone in the house.”

“I was at the meeting for this job, Din.”

“I know,” he said, “Just checking.”

His voice was laced with an undertone of…hurt. You didn’t have time to think about that.

“I’m headed to the master bedroom,” you said, weaving your way through objects worth more than you would ever see in ten lifetimes. “I’ll let you know when I find the box.”

“Alright,” Din responded, and you carried on.

You circled the first floor of the house, hemming and hawing at what seemed to be an endless supply of riches.

“Are we focused, Y/N?”

“Lazer,” you responded after almost touching the shiniest blue stone you had ever seen. “Nothing on the first floor.”

“Okay,” Din responded. “How-how you holding up?”

Your eyebrows wrinkled together. “Fine. How about you?”

“I’m good,” he said softly. “Just now realizing we have never done a job like this before. Me only hearing you through the comlink. I’m used to being next to you.”

“Oh, the poor Mandalorian, all alone in the desert, cursed with the job of keeping watch. You missing me big guy?”

“Just missing being faster than you,” he jabbed. “It���s good for my ego.”

“Har har,” you responded, opening the first door you found at the top of the stairs. “You can’t deny I give you a run for your money though.”

“You sure do,” he said, once again laced with emotion. What the fuck was with him?

And why did you keep noticing?

You opened the door and were welcomed by what had to have been the biggest bed you had ever seen in your life. It took up half the room, with the rest of it being looted with more treasures, including plants, shelves of books, and…

…a music box.

“Bingo,” you said.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a game you play for fun,” you responded. “You wouldn’t be familiar with the concept.”

“Very original.”

“I’ll be here all night,” you said with a smirk, and walked to the box. You pulled it off the shelf delicately, feeling the weight of credits in the bottom. You laughed happily, unable to hold it in.

Din laughed too. He understood immediately.

You felt for the seal on the front and began to pull it open carefully. You got it about halfway open before it immediately shut, snapping your fingers into it.

“Mother –” you said, pulling your fingers out and holding them to your chest.

“You okay?” Din asked quickly, almost as soon as the word left your mouth.

“Yeah,” you said, flexing your fingers. You laughed lightly. “I think this house may be out to get me.”

As if you spoke it into existence, all the lights in the house suddenly shut down, soaking you in darkness. Strobe lights of red began to pulse on the ceiling, the door to the bedroom shut automatically, and an ear-piercing alarm permeated the room.

You were suddenly unmoving.

“Y/N?” Din asked, his voice a whisper above the alarms. “Y/N, what is that?”

The box fell from your grip.

“Din…” you said, chest constricting, muscles locking, brain failing. “Din…”

“What’s going on?”

You started shaking your head, making your way to the door slowly. You jiggled the doorknob, then pulled on it, then yanked on it, then threw your body into it.

It was no use. You were locked in from the outside.

“Din, I –” your voice cracked with a sob. “Din, I’m stuck.”

“What do you mean?” He sounded like he was walking.

“I’m-I’m trapped,” you said, sobs now fully escaping from your mouth. “Din I’m trapped. They know I’m here. They’re gonna…”

You couldn’t finish your sentence, hand cupping your mouth as you began to hyperventilate, because suddenly, you were a child again. Put up against one of your parents’ countless tests. Locked in a basement, or a ship, or your own room, forced to find a way out, told that in the real world, if you couldn’t find a way out, you would likely be killed.

You could never pasts their tests. Never.

“Din, they’re gonna kill me.”

“Shut up,” he said firmly. It sounded like he was moving faster. “You’re not gonna die.”

His tone was unconvincing.

“Din,” you cried, tears staining the fabric covering your face, snot soaking through it. Panic was seeping itself into your bones. “Din, what do I do? What do I do?”

“You’ve gotta find a way out.”

“I can’t,” you wheezed, body sliding down the door and onto the floor, the alarms and the red overstimulating your every nerve. “I can’t Din. It’s so loud,”

“Please don’t cry,” you heard him whisper, “please don’t cry, Y/N.”

“Come and get me,” you begged, “Din, please come and get me.”

“The house is likely on total lockdown,” he said. “There’s no way for me to get in.”

This only made you sob harder.

“Please, Din,” you said through gasps of air, “please don’t leave me alone.”

“I won’t leave you alone,” he said. It sounded like he was running now. “Not ever, you understand me?”

You nodded, now plugging your ears, and closing your eyes, rocking yourself back and forth subconsciously.

“I’m going to get you out of there,” he said, his voice suddenly nasally. “I swear to the maker I’m going to get you out of there. I just need your help, okay?”

You tried your best to gather breath. “Okay. Okay.”

“Okay,” he said. “I need you to see if there are any windows in the room. Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed, standing on shaking legs, ears still plugged. You squinted as you walked slowly, finally reaching a wall. You then felt the wall with one hand and walked forward until you felt something that resembled glass.

“I-I found one.”

“Good,” he said, sounding peculiarly winded. “Now, I’m going to need you to break it.”

You sobbed once more. “How?”

“Anything. Shoot at it, throw things at it, the fucking music box for all I care. Anything.”

You swallowed again, breathing in as deep of a breath as you could, before pulling out your gun. You felt the glass once again, and slowly backed away from it. You continued to release faint cries as you did, holding up your gun with quivering fingers, before letting blasts fly.

You heard some cracks as they landed against the glass. Once you halted your firing, you made your way back over to it, and realized they weren’t nearly enough.

“I’m going to have to kick it,” you said, some semblance of power returning into your voice.

Din didn’t respond.

You backed away again, breaths still rapid and voice still raw. But you gave that piece of fucking glass your all.

Your foot went right through it, cutting shards into your calf and ankle.

You grunted, falling back into the room.

“You get it?” Din asked, panting.

“Yeah,” you said, clutching your leg. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Good. Now stand up.”

You did.

“Walk to the window.”

You did.

“And jump.”

“What?”

“Jump now.”

It was in that moment that you realized that you truly, unequivocally, deeply trusted the Mandalorian. Because you jumped into the dark, cold night, and he caught you, mid-air.

You gasped as you landed in his arms, watching as the ground beneath you whizzed by, eyelids pealed back in awe.

A smooth, gloved hand framed your cheek and pulled your vision upwards, locking it into his visor.

You stared at him, the remnants of tears against the cold wind freezing your face, and yet his hand was the true culprit of your goosebumps.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. The flames from his jet pack illuminating his armor in golds and reds.

You nodded. “I’m okay.”

He nodded, diverting his gaze to stare forward into the night, but keeping his hand pressed against your face.

You would say it was the shock, or the trauma, or the adrenaline pumping through your veins. In reality, all you wanted was comfort – his comfort. You couldn’t stop yourself.

You rested your forehead against the side of his visor and closed your eyes, scooting your body as close to his as possible as the two of you shot through the sky.

“Thank you, Din,” you said, tears escaping you once more. “Thank you.”

Din audibly swallowed, then removed his hand from your cheek and used it to remove your mask, before sliding his hand into the hair at the back of your neck.

“I swore to you I’d get you out of there,” he said, his voice crackly and weak. “I don’t break promises.”

You nodded against his visor, clutching desperately onto the fabric around his neck. He smelled of sweat, metal, and home.

“I’ve got you now,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

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[dindjarindiaries]

IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!

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[thefrogdalorian]

Dincember Day 5: Cold

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1109 Rating: General Summary: After your favourite Mandalorian's latest assignment with the New Republic means that his return to your cabin is delayed, you head to bed, thoroughly miserable. But when Din finally arrives home the reunion does not go entirely smoothly, as you find yourself needing to warm him up, with adorable consequences. Content Warnings: None! Author's note: I love it when big scary bounty hunters are secretly little spoons.

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

You were accustomed to Din arriving back to your cabin on Nevarro from his various assignments with the New Republic at all times of day and night. You had come to learn, after several disappointments, not to wait up for him on the days that he said he would be back. Before, you would feel the unmistakable despondency creeping in as his arrival times grew later and later, usually caught up in some bureaucratic nonsense.

Tonight appeared to be no exception, as the time on your chronometer when Din had promised to be back came and went, with still no sign of him, nor any word from him as to how long he would be. You had tried your best to stop letting it get to you, but you could not deny the sinking feeling that you felt in your chest each and every time he wasn’t back with you at the time he had promised. The cabin felt so dark and lonely without him. You were miserable without him, you felt somehow incomplete without his presence.

With nothing else to do and no point in waiting up for him, you decided to make yourself your favourite hot tea and climb into the cot you shared with Din in order to try and get some sleep. The thought of climbing between the blankets without him was thoroughly unappealing, but the lack of contact proved that whatever he was caught up in was out of his control. He was probably somewhere out there, just as frustrated as you were. You missed him terribly, but perhaps when you woke up, Din would be where he belonged: back with you.

Sometimes, the sounds of the N-1 engines descending through the atmosphere to park outside the cabin would wake you up. But despite your unhappiness and concern for him, you had been so tired that you were in a deep sleep by the time Din finally arrived home. The N-1 parking up did not raise you from your slumber, nor did Din and Grogu as they arrived back at the cabin. The first sign that Din had returned home was the sound of the door to the room you shared together opening.

“Din?” You said sleepily, into the darkness.

“I’m home, cyare.” Din’s familiar, deep, soothing voice sounded into the Nevarrian night. You heard him beginning to carefully remove his beskar’gam, a comforting sound that told you he was closeby. “Don’t get up.”

“Glad you’re home,” You sighed happily, halfway between wakefulness and slumber. You soon fell back to sleep. 

Your eyelids fluttered open as you felt the mattress sink with Din's weight as he made himself comfortable on the cot next to you. You smiled as you felt the cotton of his soft clothes as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist. But something was wrong. Rather than the warm, steadying embrace you had grown accustomed to, your ordinarily calm, unwavering Mandalorian trembled from head to toe.

“Din, what’s the matter?” You said concernedly, now fully awake. “You’re shaking all over. Did something happen?”

“I’m ju-just so...” Din struggled to speak against the chattering of his teeth, “C-c-cold.”

“Oh, come here, love.” You said as you pushed him carefully onto his side so his back was facing you, pulling the blanket around the two of you as you did so. You wrapped your arms around his abdomen and pushed them under his shirt so your hands came to rest, palms splayed, against his firm stomach that was beginning to soften slightly with age. “Let me warm you up.”

“Th-th-thank you,” Din said, still shivering.

“Was the job somewhere cold?” You asked sympathetically. 

“Ha-had to report to ice pl-planet… Hoth.” Din explained. So that was what the delay had been, then, you surmised.

“Is Grogu alright?” You asked, concerned about what the cold would have done to a being as tiny as Din's son.

“Ye-yes…” Din nodded, “Left hi-him in the ship while… talked to Teva.”

“Okay, just rest now. Focus on getting warm.” You soothed, stroking his dark curls gently between your fingers.

You lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of Din in your arms, despite how much he was still trembling. It was a welcome change, despite the less-than-ideal conditions that had brought about a shift in your dynamic. Din always liked to gather you up in his arms protectively and hold you close and of course you enjoyed his enormous, warm presence that engulfed you whenever he held you in his arms. You had never felt a greater sense of safety or belonging in all your days than when you were in Din's arms. But every once in a while, it was nice to have a role reversal, to hold him and make him feel how much you loved him and wanted to protect him, too. The absolute love and devotion in your relationship flowed both ways and it was an honour to remind Din of that.

As you laid there and held him tightly, continuing to stroke his bare skin underneath his clothes with your palms, you felt how the tremours that had wracked his body decreased in both their frequency and ferocity. You were grateful that what you were doing had worked, that Din seemed to be warming up from the frigid air on Hoth that had frozen him to the bone.

“You feeling any better now?” You asked as you dropped a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck.

“Much better.” Din sighed happily, though you could tell from the fatigue in his voice how exhausted he was. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” You said in relief, “Why don’t you get some sleep, Din? You sound exhausted.”

“I am,” Din huffed.

“Awwww, honey.” You soothed. “You can tell me all about yours and Grogu’s latest adventures in the morning.” You said, rubbing Din’s stomach softly again. "But first, rest."

“Will do,” Din’s voice was barely above a whisper now, heavy with sleep. “Goodnight, cyare.”

“Goodnight, Din.” You whispered. “I love you.”

“Love you…” Din mumbled, voice trailing off as sleep finally embraced him. You could tell, with a smirk, from his even, shallow breaths that he had dozed off. 

You were grateful for how easily sleep seemed to have come to him. After a long, arduous job like the one he had returned from, he needed his rest. You were desperate to hear the tales from his adventures but you knew that could wait because sometimes your big, formidable bounty hunter just needed to lie there and be the little spoon, as you helped to warm him up from the cold.

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[kyberblade]

Cover Me (Din x Reader) - Shatter Part 4 | Dincember 2023

A/N: This is Part 4 of Shatter. It’s also my contribution to the wonderful event known as Dincember 2023! All 25 prompts in 6k words. 😮‍💨 All the prompts are in bold. I’m so excited to share it with all of you. It can be read as a stand alone, but it’ll make a lot more sense if you read the other parts first. I hope you enjoy it! Happy New Year! No use of Y/N.

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

Warnings: Maybe some light swearing and mention of spiders??? Snark, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, Din is a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Space swearing. Mando’a. My Mandalorians do what they want. Banter. So much banter. And you’ll probably fall in love with them like I did. (I don’t make the rules.) Let me know if I missed something. (Again, all the prompts are in bold. No use of Y/N.)

Word count: 6,000 (MaGiC. ✨)

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for reading this every step of the way, counting all the words for me when I had a full day, and just being amazing. You’ve been my blessing from this hell site, and I’m not sorry I made you read about spiders so many times. 🧟‍♀️ Also a shout out to @what-the-heckin-heck and @littlemisspascal for just being amazing cheerleaders as I started this process, you guys always make me smile so much and make my little shit voice shut up, so thank you. ❤️

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Xxx

“Is this information reliable?”

“Yes.”

Din hesitated, shifting his weight to one side before he went on. “What about the informant?” His head followed his weight, looking down at you with a dubious tilt.

You sighed, clutching your helmet under your arm a bit too tightly, the leather of your gloves groaning in protest as your hands stretched as far as they could to contain what you really wanted to say. With a roll of your eyes while your own weight shifted the opposite way, you huffed again for good measure, leveling his visor with a look. “Din, I am your head of strategy and tactics. When are you going to let me do my job and trust me?”

“I do trust you,” he defended, his spine straightening with the effort of his words, before his shoulders rounded just slightly with a quietly added, “I don’t trust the situations you get us into.”

You simply stared at him for a long moment, the only sounds Peli’s droids beeping in the background of the hangar somewhere as Grogu chased them with a squeal that echoed off the stone walls, before turning and walking up the ramp of the newly renovated Crest.

“Ti,” he called out after you, voice exasperated but resigned. “Look,” he sighed again, then took a few steps forward, the sand crunching underfoot until he thought better of it, and came to a halt near the bottom of the ramp when you stopped at the top, your back still to him. “I’m sorry. But your sources are usually questionable at best….”

“Your face is questionable,” you grumbled under your breath, not bothering to turn around, but he heard you, huffing softly at the slight. Holding your helmet in front of you with both hands, looking down at your visor needlessly, you sighed to yourself as was the custom in this clan, looking at the wall of the ship across from you. Finally looking over your shoulder just enough to see Din in your peripheral, still at the bottom of the ramp, you felt your features soften. “Get the kid and let’s go. We’re following my lead on who attacked Mandalore.”

Xxx

“You have the worst leads,” you said exasperatedly before pulling the trigger on the controls of the Crest, shooting a rogue ship out of the sky in front of you.

“Me?” Din barked from his copilot seat beside you. “You’re the one who trusted a pirate.” He shook his head, looking back out the viewport. “Two more, left and point three.”

The cockpit had been modified to have two pilots sit side by side, putting you on the right and Din on the left. While the controls had to be slightly recessed to make room for two people, wrapping them around the space slightly more than they had been, it worked much better for the tandem tag team style you and Din often fell into. Everything was in arms reach, or just overhead, and if for some reason one of you were incapacitated, the other would take over.

The kid still had his seat a little back and to the right of the cabin, clapping gleefully at each burst of a fireball that was an enemy ship streaked past the viewport. The rest of the cockpit was taken up with wiring and rerouting for the new controls. Peli really had worked some magic to get it all to fit in the shell of the old Crest.

With a swerve of the steering, you swept the ship to the left, Grogu squealing from his seat behind the two of you, giggling when you pulled the trigger again and caused another fireball in front of you.

“Roll.”

You followed Din’s order without hesitation. 

“No, to the left.”

“I am going left.”

“No, not your left, my left.”

“Din, we are facing the same way!” You yelled. “My left is your left!”

“Then go to the other left!” He barked.

“Right.”

“Why are you confirming again, there is only one other direction other than left-”

“No, I-” you groaned in frustration, entering a tight barrel roll to the right, making the kid let out a grunt as his safety belt held him in place. “First of all, I was saying ‘right’ as in ‘right we agree’.” The stars streaked by outside the viewport in one giant circle as you continued to spiral. “Secondly, there are several other directions besides left.”

He scoffed. “Name three.”

You ended the roll and fired on another ship. “Up. Down. Forward.” You looked across your shoulder at him pointedly, your head tilted slightly back, chin jutted forward toward the viewport. “Backward.”

“That’s four,” Din grumbled, pulling his own set of triggers to down an enemy ship that had gotten too close. The Crest flew through the remaining ball of flames, dousing the cockpit in an eerie glow. 

“We need to get down there,” you pointed at a nearby planet through the viewport, glancing at him just briefly, grinning under your helmet at his slight head shake at your jab.

He punched a few buttons and the readout on the planet came up, the holo spinning above the panel between you both. After a few seconds he shook his head more vehemently. “Maldo Kreis. No. Uh-uh. No way. Been there, done that.” He pressed a button and the holo disappeared with a beep.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” You pulled the controls back, sending the ship into an ascent to avoid some ships, snorting out a laugh at Din’s abrupt huff of air and Grogu’s ruckus laughter as he squealed in joy. Reaching out, you pulled the holo back up with a press of the same button, only studying it for a second after the beep before Din had pressed it again, collapsing it with a final, hollow beep. 

Ignoring your curious gaze until you turned back to look out the viewport, Din spoke tightly as you sent the ship into another spin to the right. “Crash landed there with the kid once. Don’t need to go back. Once is enough.”

“Is it safe?”

He made a sound of indecision. “Lots of snow. Lots of ice. Very cold.” He sighed. “It was no holiday, I’ll just say that-”

“But was it safe?” You reiterated.

He didn’t answer for a moment. “Giant icicles. Frost spiders….”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Spiders?”

“Spiders.” His tone was flat.

The two of you sat in silence aside from the surging of the engines of the ship and the fire of the enemies. 

“Aw, is the Mand’alor afraid of some little bugs….?” You finally teased, sending the ship into a dive.

“Little-” he scoffed, his voice tight against the force of the gravity pushing against him until you evened the ship back out again. “No,” groaning softly, he settled back into his chair and flipped a switch to his side that released some tracking torpedoes at the enemy ships. “No,” he repeated less emphatically, looking to his right at you as the projectiles hit their mark and ignited, causing a muffled boom through the viewport, accompanied by a soft orange glow. Both the sound and illumination faded before he continued with a mumbled, “But I don’t particularly like them.”

“So it’s no Life Day celebration,” you mused, mulling over his words. Pointing the controls down toward the ball of ice looming larger and larger through the transparisteel, you sighed. “Maldo Kries it is.”

Grogu squealed excitedly.

Din turned to look at him from his seat with the biggest sigh yet. “Don’t worry, kid. We’re going in prepared this time.”

Xxx

“I thought you stocked up on rations last.”

Both you and Din stared at the single crate of food once the ship had touched down and the pirates had quit making pass by’s as frequently. His hands hung limply at his sides while yours were across your chest. You wished you’d taken your helmet off so he could feel the full force of your raised brow when you turned your gaze up to look at him, but you didn’t feel like unwinding your arms from their sternly disapproving hold.

No.

He would break first.

“Me?” He questioned, his weight shifting just slightly to the side and away from you at the accusation. “No. No, no, that was on your list.”

Your arms broke their hold on instinct and you grimaced at them, thankful for the cover of your helmet as you glared at their betrayal briefly before lifting your visor to fully stare at the other Mandalorian. 

“Me?” You pointed to your chest before poking him in his, right in the center of his breastplate. “No. Nuh-uh, don’t do that, Din. You know Peli had me doing final repairs. She sent you to the market with R5 and the kid last minute-”

“To get her some parts!”

The two of you stared at each other.

You reached out and pushed the button on his vambrace that pulled up the holo projection of Peli’s request that hovered right above it. Pointing to the bottom, you waited while he read silently.

Finally there was a quiet, belated, “Oh.”

“What’s that? I’m sorry.” You pulled your helmet off, tucking it under your arm and resting it on your hip. This required eyebrows. “I didn’t get the list, can you read it out loud?”

There was something so entirely…. Domestic about this entire argument, that it almost made you smile. Almost. Who bought the food, who was supposed to take care of this, fixing that, running a little home together, a family, responsibilities…. It was a pattern the three of you had fallen into easily since having to flee Mandalore, and if you’d told yourself that before leaving…. You’d have laughed in your own face. But now…. Now you couldn’t see it any other way. 

This was home. It was ragged, and broken, and quite frankly, falling apart at the seams most days. But it had everything you needed. Every bit of warmth. Every bit of joy, and laughter, and love. You’d quickly become a family. An aliit. And if any pirate scum was going to try and come between you…. They’d soon learn why the galaxy didn’t mess with Mandalorian’s.

Din clicked the list off without answering you. “We need to come up with a solution if we have to stay here long term.” He turned back to the crate, hands resting on his hips. “I wouldn’t think the pirates would stick around that long, but we only have enough for about three days, a week max if we stretch it.”

“That’s about one day if we let the kid anywhere near it,” you grumbled, sighing as you turned to look at the crate as well. “Guard it with your life, Mandalorian.” You looked back up at him, his visor turning to you. “It may very well count on it.”

Xxx

The Crest had a broken hyperdrive. 

Din rounded on you in the main hull, slowly, in a way you didn’t like. It oozed sarcasm. “Okay,” he drawled, “I know I was supposed to get the rations, but you were supposed to fix the hyperdrive.”

You huffed, looking down at your vambraces as you fixed them for no good reason, your helmet jostling under your arm where it once again rested on your hip as you tugged on the armor needlessly. “No-”

“Do I need to look at your list?”

Your eyes whipped up to glare at him through your lashes, his visor tilted just so. Grumbling, you let your arms fall back to your sides as you stared at the wall just over his shoulder. It was fascinating. “I don’t have a list.” You let a scathing breath out through your nose, before your next words came out on a mumbled mutter more to yourself than anything. “Besides, I did fix it. ….just seems like it was temporary.” You got lost in thought for moment, your voice wandering with them. “Maybe that’s what Peli meant by ‘partial’ converter instead of the full-”

“No wonder you forgot.”

Your eyes flew back up to meet the T of his visor once again, wide in disbelief that he’d willingly left himself this open to retaliation. “So what’s your excuse?”

Din hesitated. “Excuse me?” His weight shifted to one side just slightly, as if realization was slowly dawning after the fact.

Grinning, you mimicked him, tilting your head just so. “You had a list, and you forgot, so what’s your excuse?”

Din simply stared at you for a long moment before he turned and walked away, climbing up the ladder into the cockpit in silence.

“Don’t challenge my time management skills, Shiny,” you muttered under your breath, smirking to yourself. “I’m gonna go make a fire,” you called after him in amusement, barely looking over your shoulder his way before turning back toward the cargo hold and putting your helmet on. Once the seal had hissed all the way, you surveyed the ship for something you could use for fuel. “You’re not too attached to these extra capes, are you?”

He was down the ladder in an instant, dropping in one go. “What are you-” Din looked at the box you were staring at across the hull. “That’s a box of ammo.”

“I know,” you grinned at him through your visor. “But now I know I was right and you do have a box of backups somewhere on board.” Pulling the corner of his cape out to the side, you made a tis-king sound. “Think it’s time for a switch, Mando. This one has seen better days. Smelled them, too.”

The Mandalorian snapped the material out of your grip. “It doesn’t smell that ba-”

“Why do you think I put on my helmet?” You teased.

You chuckled, turning away from Din while he grunted at the slight as you lowered the ramp, a blast of cold air rolling up the plank. 

“Just stay inside the ship, it’s warmer,” he protested.

“The repairs needed have to start outside.” Tugging your own cape around you a bit more snuggly, you suddenly felt a lift of weight off your shoulders as Din removed your jetpack. “What are you doing? I need that in case I have to make a dash-” 

“Be quiet,” he grumbled, setting it gently at his feet before you felt a bit of extra weight coming around your shoulders, and an extra layer of heat. “This will help some. Not much, but it’s better than nothing.” He smoothed the shoulders of his cape over your own before pulling the back to the side and reattaching your jetpack back to where it needed to be. The warmth from his own body heat still clung to the tattered fibers, weaving into your own, bleeding into a pleasant hum of contentment that settled into your very bones. 

Pulling the cape tighter around you, its larger size swallowing you somewhat and acting more like a coat than anything, you tucked your chin down toward your right shoulder as inconspicuously as possible, and took a deep, measured breath. You smiled, letting it out silently through your nose, lifting your head and staring down the ramp at the world of whites and light blues as it continued to assault the Crest with harsh temperatures. “Cozy,” you agreed. “Thank you.”

The weight of his Ambam Rifle came across your shoulders next, resting neatly under your jetpack.

“For safety,” he reasoned at your slight head tilt in question.

You bobbed your head in acceptance. “Safety.” When the moment hung quiet too long, you did what you always did. “I’ll shoot any suspicious snowflakes on sight.”

To your surprise, Din chuckled in response. “Give ‘em hell.” He gave your shoulder a single pat before withdrawing his hands. “Those are not gifts. I want them back,” he teased, wagging a finger near your face when you turned to look at him over your shoulder.

“You got it,” you nodded.

Xxx

The pirate ships had continued to make pass by’s over the next few days, every few hours. One of their dingy little craft would streak across the sky overhead outside of the cave your little clan had tucked away into with the Crest, their comms chatter peppering over the frequency scanner you had running a sweep discretely in the background to catch whatever you could.

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why they were so persistent. Of all your contacts, pirates were the least proficient, often wrong and just after a few extra credits.

That’s when it clicked.

“Din,” you posed after day three, eyeing the kid to make sure he didn’t get too close to where the rations were hidden after he’d discovered them five times already. “I know why we’re stuck.” Your eyes flew up to his visor where he stood to your left next to the heater; a fire probably would have been warmer but after that first day you decided it would have given off too much smoke and, thus, your location.

“You mean besides the broken hyperdrive?” Din’s voice was droll.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m working on it!” Pressing up onto your palm a bit to sit slightly straighter, your expression turned somber as you held his beskar gaze. “Us.”

You turned back to look at the heater absently, one knee bending to prop up your arm. “Someone’s put a bounty out on us.”

Xxx

You could hear the chitter of the spiders at night. The tapping of their multiple legs skittering across the ice just out of sight.

Standing at the top of the ramp, staring out into the darkness, you sighed when Din came up beside you.

“Anything?” He asked in amusement.

Pulling your helmet off in aggravation, you groaned. “No. They don’t give off heat so this is useless.” You jiggled the helmet before tucking it under your arm. “Kick on the high beams on the side of the Crest for a minute. I want to see in that offshoot over there.”

“That seems like a bad idea.”

“They don’t fly over this time of night, they won’t see-”

“Not the lights,” he corrected. “Knowing what’s out there in the dark.”

“Then call me stupid-”

“I will.”

You glared up at him through your lashes.

With a chuckle, he stepped forward, his boots a hollow thud on the ramp. “Let’s just try this first.” Din reached up and flipped on the light on the side of his helmet. It was a mere candle in comparison to the beams you’d asked for, barely making it to the foot of the offshoot you’d wanted to see into, but that was enough.

Legs. Hundreds of legs standing in place, aside from the slight shift ever so slightly away from the light, stood just at the edge of the beam's field of view.

“What are they waiting for?” You muttered as a shudder ran down your spine. 

A smaller spider about the size of your fist ran out into the snow, sliding to a stop when some of the larger ones closer to your size hissed at it. It made an about face and went back to the group.

“A reason,” Din murmured.

“Do they really need one?” You scoffed incredulously.

His head tilted to the side in thought. “You’re right. They’re probably waiting for something big to happen….” He turned his head to look at you. “And by that I mean someone big to show up.”

You swallowed. “They get bigger?”

A high pitched squeal sounded from deep in the offshoot, a low rumble answering it from further in, and suddenly you understood why the pirates were okay with waiting you out.

“A lot bigger,” Din nodded. 

Xxx

A few more days passed and your clan was surviving on an emergency stash of rations Peli must have stowed away knowing something like this would happen. Grogu had pulled one out after your stomach had rumbled for the fifth time on day three of no food, crawling across the floor with a bag as big as he was.

“How goes the hyperdrive?” Din, lowered to his haunches, asked from his perch above where you were dropped down into a hole in the floor of the Crest, banging away at the engine in hopes it would right itself.

You stopped, peering up at him as you wiped your brow and grease from the engine smeared across your forehead, your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why?”

“We’ve had a few…. Visitors.”

“With eight legs or two?” You shuddered, thinking of the ice spiders who got closer with every day. Setting the spanner against the engine, you cranked it against the screw to tighten it. “Two I can handle.”

Din chuckled. “Two. But-” He stood abruptly, peering down the open ramp.

“What? What is it?” You released the spanner, leaving it stuck halfway up mid-crank.

Suddenly, Din raised his Amban Rifle and shot, the sound echoing off the ice walls of the cavern, and causing a small avalanche of ice and snow to rain down on the top of the ship.

Lowering your voice accusingly, your hands went to your hips. “What did you do?”

Resting the rifle back along his spine, he looked down at you. “Work faster. We’ve got company.”

As you turned back to the spanner, you grumbled over the ratcheting sound, “If we could just have a droid, I could be helping you.”

“This again?” Din sighed, raising his blaster to aim down the ramp again as you began beating on the stubbornly stuck screw.

“Oh, yes. This. Again.” With a final decidedly hard whack, the screw let loose and oil of some kind began to shoot out from behind it, coating your pristine white armor in purple goo. “Kriff! Dank farrik!” Shielding your face with your hands, you looked up toward Din. “Help me!”

He let off another shot down the ramp, quickly followed by two more, his blaster smoking as he held his aim. “I am helping.”

The growl you let out in frustration had him rolling his head sarcastically. “Kid. Hey, kid.” He jerked his head toward you as he looked across the cargo hold at Grogu who once again had his head stuck in a ration pack. “Put that down and toss her that thing that’s on the crate.”

“Your cape?!” You asked hopefully, applying pressure to the leak with your hand, which only helped to keep it out of your face, liquid shooting out around your fingers.

Din snorted. “You wish.” He shot again. “It’s that coat thing you bought at the market last week. What’s it called?”

“My sweater?” You felt the downturn of your face pull it into something sour. 

“That’s it!” Din slapped his thigh with his free hand. “Your sweater.”

Your features turned from downtrodden to menacing in no time flat. “Din Djarin, give me one of your capes right now-”

The sweater floated over the hole you were in by an unseen force, and fell onto your face unceremoniously.

“Too late,” you heard the other Mandalorian say, his voice muffled through the fabric. “Thanks, kid.” His footsteps started down the ramp before you could rip the material off. Once you had, though, he was already halfway down the ramp, and nearly out of your line of sight, only the tops of his shoulders and up could be seen. “Now get fixing,” he called back up to you, his voice carrying well in the quiet cave, a slight echo tingeing his words the further outside the ship he went. “We’re about to have a full house, and I’m not liking the idea of sharing the last ration pack with a bunch of low life’s and spiders.”

Grogu squawked in protest, not liking the sound of sharing his precious food.

The leak now managed to something closer to a trickle, you grumbled as you worked on bypassing that chamber altogether. “When we get back to Tatooine, we’re getting a droid, I don’t care what you say, Djarin.”

Din groaned, stepping to the side before taking another shot, his head tilting in annoyance. “We can talk about it.”

“We are talking about it. I’m saying we’re getting one. End of discussion.” The engine charged as you flipped to a separate breaker, whirring as it began to come back to life. “There. We need about fifteen minutes for it to fully come back online. In the meantime,” you pushed yourself back up onto the main deck, climbing out and onto your feet. Sliding your helmet on, blasters already in hand, you looked to Din, then down the ramp. “Tell me where to shoot.”

An errant blaster bolt from the mouth of the cave ricocheted off the top of the ship, setting loud alarms blaring from a nearby panel. “What now?!” You moaned, trudging over to the panel to read the latest report. “They took out our long range comms.”

“Well climb up there and fix it! I’ll cover you!”

Shifting your weight from side to side, you could just begin to hear the pirates gathering outside the cave. “Surely the spiders got them by now. I sent a few men ahead to scout the area, make sure it was clear. They should be meeting us here at the mouth of the cave soon. We only need proof they are dead to collect the bounty. You go in there and…. No, I’m not going. I outrank you. You go. No…. No! I said-”

As the pirates continued to bicker, Din looked at you curiously. “What’s wrong? Go fix the comms.”

“That’s on top of the ship, right?”

Din stood up straight, his head tilted in amusement. “Aw, is my head of strategy and tactics afraid of heights?”

“No,” you insisted, standing up straighter yourself before parroting his words from a few days prior about the spiders back at him. “But I don’t particularly like them.”

“We jump to hyperspace without comms and something goes wrong, we are in deep-”

“Fine!” You barked, holstering your blasters with unneeded force. “But they touch one inch of my beskar with their blaster bolts-”

Din shook his head. “They won’t even see me coming.”

Xxx

It all happened so quickly. 

You were atop the Crest, lowered to your haunches using the torch in your vambrace to reattach the antenna, grumbling about getting the next astromech you saw for sale, when blaster bolts whizzed by your head from behind, sending you falling to your seat.

Without thinking, you drew one of your blasters, turned, and shot, watching three pirates drop, one after each shot. 

Rolling over onto your hands and knees, you crawled to the edge of the ship, and looked down to find Din looking up at you.

Both of you spoke at the same time, your “I thought you were covering me?!” overlapping his, “Why are you shooting when you’re supposed to be working?!”

A moment of silence passed before you both spoke over the other again, his “I was covering you, they missed, didn’t they?” overlapping your, “I am working, but this would go a lot faster if you would toss me up a blowtorch, Mand’alor!”

Din sighed. “Fine.” He stepped into the ship for a moment, leaving you to watch for any trespassers. He finally reemerged and tossed the tool up to you. “Keep working.”

You huffed. “Yeah, yeah.” Shimmying back toward the broken comm tower, you called back to him over your shoulder, “Keep shooting.” After pulling out the proper wires to fuse, you turned back to him again. “And next time, read the fine print!”

“The what?”

“On your list! Read everything! Even the fine print! That way we can avoid situations like these.”

Silence, then, “Are you really blaming me for us being shot at by your informants?”

“I’m-”

Skittering across the hull of the ship in front of you made you stop everything you were doing, frozen mid movement, blowtorch inches away from frying a wire beyond fixing. From your seated position, you lifted your eyes only to peer through your visor and spotted eight long slender legs cresting over the top of the ship, coming closer and closer toward you. A body soon followed, smaller than you, but bigger than any bug had a right to be.

Din kept calling your name, his voice raising in volume each time when you didn’t answer, but you ignored it in favor of making sure the bug was dead.

In seconds you’d flipped the switch on the blowtorch back to simply the initial release of fuel before a spark, brought your other arm over behind it, and ignited your flamethrower to send a wall of fire at the menace.

Its squeal of agony was swallowed up in the angry growl of the flames as it went up in smoke, falling off the ship in a twitching mess of limbs.

You turned off your vambrace, but left the blowtorch on for good measure. Its reassuring hiss as it continued to release fuel music to your ears. Should any of its hellish friends come to visit, you were ready.

“The hell?!” Din’s voice called from below. “You’re supposed to be fixing the ship, not blowing it up!” When you still didn’t answer he went on. “What happened?”

Turning off the tool’s supply of fuel, you kept your eyes peeled for any more legs before finally mumbling, “Sweet, sweet justice.”

“Do I even want to kn-”

Another spider dropped down onto the ship behind you, between you and Din, with a thunk. A thin silvery string of web shining like ice from the ceiling still attached to its back as it started to skitter towards you pulled your gaze away for only a second.

Without another thought, you switched the blowtorch back on and lit the bug up with your vambrace, sending it screeching over the edge of the ship, landing at Din’s feet with a satisfying thud.

Turning both the torch and your vambrace off, you walked to the edge of the ship and peered down to see Din staring at the smoking spider. 

The pirates at the mouth of the cave muttered quiet curses, one even swearing a soft, “They have fire?!” and ducked behind large ice drifts in the ensuing silence, their fear palpable as they took in the dead arachnid at the feet of the Mandalorian by the hands of the other Mandalorian.

You smirked. Hopefully this made them think twice before poking someone in beskar ever again. And maybe they would even spread the word to their sleazeball friends.

Watching the tendrils of smoke rise into the air from the corpse at Din’s feet, you kept your voice even. “No. I don’t think you want to know.”

Xxx

Once the shock had worn off for the pirates, the firefight had opened up again, more fast and furious than before.

You laid out on the top of the ship on your belly picking off stragglers who tried to cross the open space between ice drifts, Din laying down cover fire from his perch on the ramp to keep them pinned down. The errant spider here and there kept pulling your attention away, the fuel in both your vambrace and the blowtorch running low.

“Din, if I don’t finish this comm tower soon, we’re just kriff outta luck.”

“The hyperdrive should be charged by now, we could just make the jump.”

“Yeah but like you said, something goes wrong, as a friend of mine used to say, thatsa big pudu.”

“Did you just….”

“I’ll never say it again, I’m sorry. He was Gungan-”

“No, no…. You had a friend?”

Looking down at him over the edge of the Crest, you bent your wrist and let your whistling birds fly, taking out a wave of the pirates to give both of you a slight reprieve. As Din took a deep breath, it was cut short when something hit his helmet with a ting before landing at his feet and disappearing in the snow.

He looked up to you slowly. “Did you just…. Throw…. A….” Din looked down at the ground just to be sure. “Vibroblade at my head?” Bending down to his haunches, quickly, he scooped up the item, then rose to his feet as he stared at it. Din gave no other reaction as he stared at the item for a long moment in silence, until finally, he turned to hold your gaze with a dubious shake of his head.

“Yes,” you confirmed. “I knew what I was doing,” you defended. “You weren’t in any danger.”

He hesitated. “Except from the knife flying at my face!”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re wearing beskar. Don’t insult me next time, then.” You shrugged. “Simple solution, Djarin.”

Din took a step toward the hull of the Crest, his neck craning further back to keep looking up at you. “I’m the Mand’alor. That was attempted murder.”

You scoffed. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

His weight shifted to one side in annoyance. “Did you miss the word attempted?”

You pulled yourself on your belly further over the edge, and effectively closer to him, tilting your head to the right as you looked down at him wordlessly. Finally, after a long moment, your voice lowered to something both playful and menacing, causing Din to take a small step back, “If I wanted you dead, you would be.”

Several spiders dropped down between the ship and the pirates who were scrambling to reassemble into any kind of fighting order. After a moment of decision, they began to move toward the Crest. 

Before either of you could start to shoot, Grogu stepped off the ramp and toward the bugs, holding one hand out. 

“Kid!” Din cried, taking a step forward.

“Mando!” You tried, pulling him to a stop with just your voice. He glanced up at you quickly, and you shook your head before bobbing it toward the kid. “Look.”

When he turned back, Din saw that the spiders had stopped moving, deciding instead to gather round and stare at the tiny green creature.

His eyes were closed in concentration, his face screwed up in focus, until after a moment he blinked them open and gave a slight wave of his hand away as if to shoo a smell.

The spiders rocked side to side for a moment just slightly before they turned and surveyed the pirates.

The thieves who had been smiling at the exchange as if they’d won immediately melted into faces of worry and began backing away.

For each step back the spiders gained several forward until each group was running, one from the other, one to the first.

Din wasted no time, turned to you and said, “Finish it.”

“But I wanna see how it ends….” You groused, sighing at his head tilt in admonishment. “Fine.” Turning, you went back to the antenna, scuffing your foot on the hull of the ship. “Tell me who wins.”

With one last zap the comms were fixed, and the three of you were climbing into the ship, firing up the engines.

“Punch it!” You called, climbing up the ladder into the cockpit.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Din mumbled, maneuvering the ship out of the cave. 

As he slowly twisted and turned to move the hulking ship out of the ice, you nudged his shoulder while climbing into your seat beside him, flipping over to your controls. “You don’t fly right.”

“Well, somebody had to save our skins.”

Both of you looked at Grogu as you entered the upper atmosphere of the planet, finding him munching on spider eggs he somehow had stashed away in the cockpit for a rainy day. 

You smiled. “Yeah. We both know who saved us back there.” 

The two of you said at the same time, “Me.”

Looking at each other, you both spoke in unison once again, “What do you mean you?!”

Grogu sighed before he giggled softly, mumbling a tired but good natured, “Patu!”

Xxx

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Dincember Day 20 - Snowman

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“Now for the finishing touches!” You announce to Grogu as you turn to the snow-child you’d made, hanging a pair of green socks on the twigs on either side of the snowy head for ears.

“You can put the eyes on, kid!” You say putting a small stone on each of his tiny green hands, and lift the cooing child up so he can reach.

Once placed, you set Grogu back on the frozen ground and each take a step back to admire your joint efforts.

“What do you think, kid?” You ask, looking down at him.

“Patuu!”

“Yeah, you’re right - best snow child ever!” You say with a wink.

While you’re standing there, fat white flakes start drifting down from the clouded sky. “Oh! It’s snowing again!” You exclaim, throwing your arms out, spinning in a small circle. Grogu copying your action next to you.

As you turn you notice you weren’t alone with the child. Din stood on the ramp, one hand on his hip while the other cradles his helmet, his face bare due to your isolated location.

“Repairs are done. Are neither of you col-“ he cuts himself off as his eyes travel to the snow-child behind you, and raises his eye brow. “Are those my socks?”

You reach a hand out to flick one of the socks, causing it to sway on the twig. “Oh, you mean snow-Grogu’s ears?” You ask, face the picture of innocence. “I don’t know they might be, they were just hanging around the Crest… in your clothes draw.” You can’t help the smirk that makes its way across your face.

Din rolls his eyes, shaking his head but you can see him fighting to keep his own mouth set in a hard line.

You shrug and skip over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, looking into his soft brown eyes. “Don’t worry, we made a snow Mandalorian too.” You say sweetly, gesturing over your shoulder.

His eyes land on the two large stacked snow balls next to the snow-child. “It… doesn’t have a head.” Din says, his brow knitting together as he looks back down at you still pressed against his chest.

“Needed the finishing touch.” You say, placing a kiss on his pouting lips while your hands travelled down and take his helmet from his grasp.

Twisting out of Dins arms, you walk over to the half finished snow man, and gently place the helmet on top. Then, tugging Dins leather gloves out from your pocket where you’d stashed them you hang them onto the end of the branches you’d stuck in the torso earlier.

You hear a sigh from behind you and a muttered, “Was wondering where they went…”

“So this is what you two have been up to for the past hour?” Din asks, looking incredulously between you and Grogu.

“Not exactly” You admit, crouching down to grab one of the snow balls you’d hidden behind the snow man. “I’ve also been showing the kid how to make THESE!” You lob the snow ball at Din, which flies through the air and explodes against his pommel.

Din gapes at you, eyes wide with shock as he looks from his frosty shoulder back to you, when slowly a wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” He says, voice a low rasp.

You giggle-scream as Din breaks into a sprint towards you. Your attempt to run away is futile- his long legs covering the ground between you in no time.

You feel his strong arms wrap around your waist before being yanked down onto the cold ground.

Din caged you under his body, grabbing your arms and pulls them above your head, securing them there in one large hand. With the other he scoops up snow and stuffs it down your top, causing you to howl as the the ice makes contact with your bare skin.

“M-mercy! Mercy” you call between laughter and screams.

As you lay beneath him, Din can’t help but marvel at how beautiful you look. Your cheeks and tip of your nose are flushed pink against the cold, the snow beneath and scattered in your hair make you look ethereal. Your eyes, framed with snowflakes caught in your lashes shine with joy and love as you as you meet his.

Din’s hand that held yours captive lets go, traveling down your arms, around the shell of your ear, hands skimming along your jawline. “So beautiful mesh’la” he murmurs as he brings his lips down to yours.

With your now free hands you bring them up to Dins face. He hisses when you do, grabbing your hands. “Cold.” Before brushing his lips against yours once more.

A soft coo sounds from beside you, and you both turn to look at Grogu who had wondered over to where you lay, snow flakes sticking to the fine fluff on his wrinkled head.

Din rolls off you, standing and holds a hand out to help you up. Once on your feet you scoop the child into your arms.

“Come on, kid, let’s go inside and get warmed up.” You say, following your Mandalorian back inside the crest.

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Dincember - To Be a Family

Dank farrik … He couldn’t remember the name of the holiday, but he’d told you all about it - celebrated during the colder months with a focus on the natural life cycles, represented by a tree erected in the village center… a time of joy filled with music, lights, decorations … a time to be with family… It was his favorite time of year - and the subject of his clearest and fondest memories of his parents.

And somehow, you’d recreated it…

Summary: Cyar'ika has an unexpected surprise for Din that will take him back to his childhood...

Note: This one-shot was written for Dincember 2022 and is set in my A Marriage of Convenience universe, featuring Din’s wife/partner who is addressed only as Cyar’ika, as well as Grogu! Instead of writing multiple pieces, I tried to include several of the Dincember prompts in one fic (some are just quick mentions). This can be read as standalone even if you haven’t read the main story.

For those unfamiliar with the backstory: Din and Cyar’ika are aroace partners in a loving and committed non-sexual relationship, who do not consider their bond to be explicitly romantic in nature. This story was written after season 2, so Grogu remains with Luke.

Warnings: Kissing.

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You were practically vibrating with excitement as the ship made landfall, moving quickly through the long-memorized series of buttons and switches to power down.  Stars , you hoped this surprise you’d been planning for Din worked out.  Unfortunately, it was in Luke’s unwitting hands now…

Checking one last time to ensure the cockpit door was secure, you turned to find Din, barely able to contain your smile in anticipation.  “Ready?”

He grinned weakly before pulling the helmet over his head.  There was always a bit of nervous energy about him when it came time to visit Grogu, but you could tell the anxiety was getting to him this time.  It’s not every day you ask the great Luke Skywalker for a favor.  “Yeah, I’m ready.  Let’s go.”

You’d spent nearly half a standard year putting your plans together, subtly prompting Din now and then to tell you more about his favorite childhood tradition, teasing out information bit by bit.  It had taken some time to gather the necessary materials - which you hoped bore some resemblance to those Din recalled from the treasured memories he kept of his parents - and the final piece now was simply to get some time alone with his precious foundling.  It just wouldn’t feel the same without Grogu… your family complete for a time.

But how to go about it?  Luke had never prevented Din from taking a few hours alone with the child, but now you were going to ask for a legitimate sleepover.  Who knew what the famous jedi, so averse to attachments, would think of that .

It had been easy to convince Din, though, of course.  

Your reasoning: The child should have some time to get to know his second parent… 

Din’s face had beamed at the suggestion.  He took great pride in the happy and stable ‘home’ you’d built together, and he’d always wanted Grogu to feel a part of it.  And so, he’d agreed enthusiastically to request a full night at your next visit.

But now, the reality was sinking in that Luke might actually say ‘no’… or even come to mistrust your intentions.  You’d have to tread carefully.

You jabbed Din lightly in the side with your elbow as you walked toward the school, giving him a little pep talk with a bit of humor sprinkled in to lighten the tense mood.  “Hey, you and me - we’re bounty hunters .  Talking to Luke Skywalker doesn’t scare us.  He’s half our age and too skinny to put up a good fight, anyway.  Got it?”

Din chuckled lightly in spite of himself.  “Nice try, cyar’ika.  I appreciate the effort, but we’re no match for his magical laser sword.”

You put a hand on his shoulder as you approached the front steps, now turning serious.  “I think he’ll agree, Din, and it will be so nice to be together - all of us.”

He turned the visor to look at you for a long moment before responding.  “Yeah… It will.”

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The whole thing was rather anticlimactic, resolved with a small nod of Luke’s head in the affirmative once you calmly stepped in to make the request - after quite a bit of nervous fumbling on Din’s part.

To say Grogu was delighted would be an understatement.  You’d never seen the child so excited before - nor his father… which was a delight in itself. 

You were incredibly fortunate that Luke asked in turn for a moment of Din’s time to discuss some concerns about an imperial holdout.  You didn’t like the implication… but at least it gave you an hour or so alone with Grogu to complete your preparations.

And did you … Once you’d explained to the child what you hoped to do, he’d approached the task with incredible enthusiasm, giddy with excitement at the idea of surprising his father.  The two of you made an absolute mess of the ship, but in the end, the childlike touch was perfect.  You hoped Din thought so, too.

Grogu turned to look up at you with a toothy smile as Din’s footsteps sounded on the ramp…

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Din approached the ship with a little spring in his step.  Not even Luke’s request for help eliminating a few imperials could weaken his good mood.  His kid and his partner would be with him tonight - a family together for once.  He could think of nothing better.

He paused as he approached your makeshift camp, scrutinizing the scene before him.  Why had you built a fire already?  It wouldn’t be dark for several more hours.  There were a few packets that looked like food items sitting nearby - ones he didn’t recall purchasing - strange…

And he was certainly not prepared for the sight that greeted him as he walked up the ramp.  At first glance, the interior of the ship appeared a mess.  His first thought was that it had been ransacked, but the sight of you and Grogu standing in the hull, smiling brilliantly at him, set his mind at ease.  What in the world were you both so happy about?

He slipped off the helmet and took in the scenery.  There were strings of sparkling lights hung across the ceiling and the door to the cockpit, ribbons of red flimsy intertwined. A small tree , clearly cut from just outside, sat in the kitchen area decorated with some hand drawn pictures, likely by the child’s hand, with a roughly cut star on top.  Several candles sat alight on the table, and the smell of warm spices wafted from a kettle on the burner.  Why did this remind him of his childhood?  Of Aq Vetina?  Of his parents?

Dank farrik … He couldn’t remember the name of the holiday, but he’d told you all about it - celebrated during the colder months with a focus on the natural life cycles, represented by a tree erected in the village center… a time of joy filled with music, lights, decorations… a time to be with family…  It was his favorite time of year - and the subject of his clearest and fondest memories of his parents.

And somehow, you’d recreated it…

It was in Din’s nature to keep his composure at all times, stoic to the point of his own detriment.  But right now, he was absolutely and completely losing it.   Tears stung his eyes, and he could barely speak, a sob sitting at the back of his throat.  He was frozen, feet fused to the floor, as he failed to gather his wits.

“How… You…”

You leaned down to gather the child in your arms and approached Din quickly, embracing him in comfort as he composed himself against your familiar form.  

Grogu reached out to put a hand to his cheek, a gesture you’d seen the child offer his father several times before.  Din calmed so immediately that you wondered if maybe the child had been using force magic all along.

“I can’t believe you did this…”  He pulled back and looked at you incredulously, still hardly believing his eyes.

“Do you like it?  Did we get it right?”  

He looked around again in wonder.  “It’s perfect, cyar’ika.”  He kissed you firmly and pressed his forehead to yours.  “Thank you...”

You smiled.  “Don’t thank me, sweetheart.  Let’s just enjoy.”

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It was a truly wonderful evening.

After walking Din around the ship, allowing Grogu to point out all of his own handcrafted creations, you’d surprised them both with small gifts from under the tree - a pair of gloves for the child who would need them outside tonight and a new pair of sturdy boots for Din who rarely bought anything for himself.  To make the tradition complete, you’d gifted yourself a thick sweater to keep extra warm around the fire as the planet’s night frost settled in.

And then you’d spent the remainder of the evening gathered together under a blanket by the fire, drinking hot chocolate mixed with a few traditional Aq Vetinian spices you’d managed to locate after a lengthy search, sharing a warm meal which you’d intended to resemble what Din described from his memories of the tradition, and taking turns telling Grogu stories of your childhoods and your bounty hunting adventures.

Throughout it all, Din’s face shone with a kind of joy you’d not thought him capable of experiencing… and that made all of the time and effort spent on this gesture more than worth it.  This man you loved so dearly, who cared for you so purely, was happy… and that was everything.

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Grogu was absolutely exhausted by the time the fire went down, eyes drifting closed every few moments.  You had encouraged Din to put the child to bed while you doused the last few embers and locked up the ship, giving father and son a few more minutes alone together before you joined them in the bunk.

But the scene you stumbled upon when you finally finished cleaning up the mess in the hull and made your way to the small bunkroom nearly brought you to tears.

Instead of putting the child in the hammock you’d fashioned above the mattress, Din had leaned back against the bunk wall, legs stretched out in front of him, and allowed Grogu to nod off nestled against his chest, one hand caressing the child’s back as he looked down at him fondly.

You, of course, were likely the only person in the galaxy privileged to know an unarmored Din Djarin in any state of relaxation, but you had truly never seen him quite this content with it.  You realized with bittersweet tenderness that the pair had probably never had the time or the safety to do this during their travels.

“May I join you?” you whispered so as not to wake the dozing child.

Din looked up at you and smiled, before welcoming you wordlessly with that trademark tilt of his head and a free arm spread around your shoulders as you scooted across the mattress to press yourself against his side.  Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, just admiring the resting form of your little ward, while Din continued to run a hand down his back and you smoothed your fingers over one of his ears, watching him settle further into his father’s warmth.

Once sure that Grogu was deeply asleep, Din laid him gently down on the mattress between you before breaking the silence.

“Cyar’ika, what made you think to do all of this?”

You tilted your head and looked up at him affectionately, reaching a hand to his face to run your fingers over his beard.  “You spoke of this tradition with a light in your eyes that I rarely see.  And it makes me happy to see you happy.”  You chuckled, adding, “You see… it was rather selfish on my part…”

He grasped your hand where it lay against his face, intertwining his fingers with yours.  “You’re anything but selfish, riduur.  I don’t have the words to tell you how much this means to me.”

“You just said them, Din.  I don’t need anything more.  I just wanted us to enjoy an evening together as a family.”

He stared at you lovingly for a moment, bringing your still intertwined hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles lightly before releasing them.  “I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

You shifted to bring your face closer to his, grinning and gesturing toward the sleeping child still resting between your bodies.  “Well, just don’t get carried away…”

Din wasted no time bringing his lips to yours, thumb caressing your cheek as your hand trailed up and down his side.   

It was a perfect night… this beautiful companionship, the lovely sensations of being close to each other, your child resting comfortably between you after a wonderfully exhausting day… 

You wished you could capture this moment - a portrait of your happy, little family radiating love and contentment - even if only for one night…

But Din didn’t need a holograph to recall this image - it would remain crystal clear in his memory, right alongside those of his childhood.  Even if you weren’t always together like this - you and the kid… would be forever his home.

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Dincember day 18 “Joy”

Their separation anxiety is probably through the roof now, not even uncle Boba and aunt Fennec can do some something about it lmao. And yes helmet less Din just cuz I wanted to draw his pretty face.

Idk if I’ll be able to draw more Dincember prompts but I’ll try my best! Miss them ;;

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[oliviajdjarin]

Din Djarin: Languid

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Excerpt: “Can we do this now?” he asked, resting his nose against your cheek. His breaths coated your face. “Please?”

You smiled, burying your hands in his hair. Your eyes drifted closed in bliss. “Yes, Din. I want you. Right now.”

He kissed your cheek and placed your hands back on his armor. “Please get this off of me, and please keep me awake.”

And you did.

Warnings: sleepy, love-filled sex between a married couple. Wife!reader, grogu’s asleep, unprotected sex, mostly just kissing and feeling up. NOT breeding kink. A bit of cockwarming.

A/N: Once again, Happy Dincember everyone. I cannot explain how grateful I am for almost 3,000 followers without crying.

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated :)

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The familiar scuff of his boots on the Crest floor pulled you from REM sleep into barely languid, and the heat of your body from the cot’s covers warmed just so.

Your riduur was home.

Due to how out of it you were, it took you a few moments to realize that no, this wasn’t a dream. This was real. The two-day mission turned five, turned seven, turned nine, turned twelve was finally over, and your numb body somehow found the strength to prop itself up and drape yourself with the blankets.

You sat like that, all wrapped up in your cocoon, smiling to yourself with your eyes closed, for a few moments. You then stood up slowly, taking the blankets with you, and squinted your way out of the bedroom. Your eyes were no wider than slits, and you thanked the maker for muscle memory.

You swallowed the sleep from your mouth and rounded the corner, feeling your muscles ache with stretch, still in a daze. Your head was beginning to swim with dopamine, and with one last yawn, you made it to the cock pit.

The sight before you halted you instantly.

There was your husband, wrapped in wealth and impenetrable metal, leaning over Grogu’s tiny bassinet. He must have gotten fussy when Din opened the airlock, and Din had immediately taken care of it.

You’d have to thank him for that later.

He sat Grogu up, patting his back, and fed him small bites of maple bar. His favorite.

“That’s it buddy,” he whispered. “Swallow. There ya go.”

You stood and watched this encounter, soaking it in. It was moments like this that you missed the most when he was gone—moments so domiciliary and domesticated that they etched into your heart implicitly. These moments were so wrapped in rarity that you could not even daydream about them or yearn for them, because you didn’t even know they existed. Like watching a Mandalorian brush his teeth, or chop an onion, or change the sheets, or breathe at night. They were the memories you would recall when you were old and graying, unable to describe them in a way that did them justice.

You wrapped yourself tighter in the blankets, just watching and basking in the glow of it. Eventually Din laid Grogu down, tucking him in, and traced his face with his leather-bound glove.

“Goodnight buddy,” he whispered, and turned to you.

You looked up at him in all his sheathing, and smiled.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi,” he whispered back. He smelled of metal and woods with a hint of gunpowder. In the nearly pitch black of the room his shoulders still appeared as broad as ever, his armor was caked in mud, and his weapons belt hung a noticeable amount lower than usual.

You took a moment to soak in the fact that you would look at him like this for the rest of your life.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, moving closer to you.

“You didn’t,” you replied, “your boots did.”

His chuckle underneath the modulator was nothing like it was out of it, but it was enough to bring you home.

“You know I like being up for you when you get back,” you said, looking up higher at him as he came closer and closer. The warmth of the blankets and increased blood flow were not the only things warming your insides now. “Let me be your docile, obedient wife for once.”

You could feel the smirk on his face. “Yes. Obedient and docile, perfect for you.”

He made it to you, wrapping his hands around your waist. Your hands laid on top of his cooled beskar chest and chills etched up your spine as you looked up at him with a smile.

He pressed his forehead firmly against your own. The smell of forest and frost on him engulfed you. “My wife is none of those things.”

You hummed. “No, she isn’t.”

He began slowly walking you backwards into the bedroom, as if you were swaying in a dance, and your hands crept up to his helmet.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when the kid was fussy? I could have taken care of him.”

His gloved hands trailed up your back and the exhaustion in his voice was present. “I missed him. Wanted to take care of him.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his visor, tasting a mix of ice and salt that burned your chapped lips. “Okay.”

The back of your knees hit the bed frame and you stopped, creeping your hands underneath Din’s helmet.

“If you take this thing off me I’m not going to be able to keep my mouth off you.”

He said it so nonchalantly, as if that was a normal thing to say, and the fatigue of his voice and body language liquified you even more. Your still drowsy state was not helping matters.

You felt euphoric, in a perfect state of conscious and unconscious, like you were still in a dream. It was paradise.

“That’s exactly what I had in mind,” you said, removing the sheets wrapped around you. You let them fall onto the bed before reaching back up for him, slowly rising the helmet off of his head. The familiar hiss coated your ears as it rose, and the chocolate eyes that were yours forever met your own.

He smiled in the dark, illuminated by the moon. He brought his mouth inches away from yours, breathing in your breaths. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you responded, and he kissed you.

Immediately, the taste and feel of him washing over you threatened to crumble you to the floor. Din hands on your waist were the only things keeping you upright.

He kept you standing like it was nothing.

He kissed you slowly and deeply, taking his sweet time tasting you again. Your hands worked their way up his body, tracing his beskar all the way up to his hair. Your tongue met his at the same moment your nails scratched his scalp, and he pulled away from you to groan.

“Can we do this now?” he asked, resting his nose against your cheek. His breaths coated your face. “Please?”

You smiled, burying your hands in his hair. Your eyes drifted closed in bliss. “Yes, Din. I want you. Right now.”

He kissed your cheek and placed your hands back on his armor. “Please get this off of me, and please keep me awake.”

And you did.

Piece by piece, you disrobed the Mandalorian from his beskar down to complete nudity, watching his eyes open and close as he began to drift to sleep as he stood. A few times you had to lean him onto you to prevent him from falling, and he kissed around your pulse point every time. Whispering gibberish.

Finally you squatted down to remove his boots, and just like that, he was naked in front of you. His purple under-eyes stood out in the moonlight, as well as a new scar across his abdomen. Your irises coated in worry, reaching up to feel it, but he stopped you.

“Tomorrow,” he said, kissing you more passionately than he had all night. “Tomorrow.”

Then he disrobed you.

The rough skin on his hands tracing you lit you on fire, boiling you enough to keep you conscious. He was the slowest with your panties, pulling them down your thighs like an art form. You scratched your nails down his warm back, and that seemed to speed him up.

As soon as the fabric hit the floor Din lifted you into his arms, laying you down flat on the cot before crawling overtop of you.

“Din, you’re tired, I can—”

“No,” he said, burying his head in your neck. “Wanna be close to you.”

You couldn’t say no to that.

He took the sheets you had discarded and covered them over the two of you. You could see nothing else but him, and you were completely surrounded by the scent and warmth of his skin.

“Maker I missed you so badly,” he said before kissing you hard enough to make you whine. You pulled him as close to you as possible, tracing his body as he kissed and kissed and kissed you, memorizing your mouth. The passion and heat in you were rising, and with one trace down his haired chest with your nail, he pulled away. He traced his hands over your face, pushing your hair away to see you fully. You traced his face too, noticing his scruff had turned into a full beard.

You always liked that look on him.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “My Y/N.” He spoke as if you were unbelievable

“I’m right here,” you responded, holding his face in your hands.

“I just want to be inside of you,” he whispered, almost pathetically. “Can we just skip to that part?”

You smiled, laughing loudly, and kissed him quickly. “Yes.”

He huffed a laugh and kissed you again, nice and slow, like he had been the whole night.

He kissed you and felt you for so long that you didn’t know if he would make it. His movements slowed and slowed as he went on, touching you and tracing you so meticulously it was like he was painting you from nothing.

Finally, with a firm kiss to your jawline, he entered you tortuously. You exhaled in pure pleasure, and your body threatened to rapture already.

He was a dream come true.

Din halted when he was as deep as he could go and tucked his head into your neck. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika riduur.”

You kissed the side of his head. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, adol akaan.”

And that’s when he started to move.

As he moved in and out, in and out, in and out, dragging each thrust on and on to feel every inch of your folds. He felt all around you, re-memorizing you; how you skin felt, how your body had changed, and the exact rhythm of your heart.

Tears spilled from your eyes as he moved, and you moaned his name over and over, grateful for the return of it in your tongue.

“Keep—keep doing that, saying my name,” he said as he moved. “Almost forgot I had it.”

You repeated it over and over again, clenching around Din when he began to shake. He swirled his shaking fingers around your clit, and with one last clench, the both of you went.

The covers above your heads did little to hide the sound of your synchronization, and it was then that you really started to drift. Din was so warm inside you—filling you up completely—and his body had you trapped in a cave of sheets and serenity. You were perfectly satisfied with your husband safe and sound in your arms, and your body began to fail you.

You felt Din prop himself up and press kisses around your face and your mouth, and your lips tingled with the intensity of it all. He rubbed his nose against yours and pecked your lips before laying back on top of you, pulling the covers raised above his head off as he did. You were hit with fresh air, and were inches away from bliss before Din whispered one last thing in your ear.

“Goodnight, docile and obedient wife.”

You drifted off with a smile.

None of this was a dream. This was real.

Your riduur was home.

Mando’a Translations:

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika riduur: I love you/ I will know you forever, my sweet wife.

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, adol akaan: I love you/ I will know you forever, even through war.

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Dincember - December 14: Snowflake

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Snowflake

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“Are you sure this was the only safe planet around?” Your complaint is nearly lost within the swirling wind that surrounds the two, or three, of you. You tighten your arms around yourself and look over at Din, who carries on normally beside you.

“Fuel was low,” answers Din, raising his modulated voice enough to be heard over the wind, “and no one wants to land on a frigid planet like this.”

You take a dramatic look around. “I can understand why.”

Din’s helmet remains fixated on you. “I’m sorry.” He gestures to your crossed arms. “I know you’re cold.”

You sigh, your breath puffing a vaporous cloud into the air. “You don’t have to apologize. I could’ve found a way to dress more appropriately.” You shrug and soften the wrinkle in your brow. “Plus, you were just trying to keep us safe.”

Din tilts his helmet at you and walks closer to your side. The change in position, as subtle as it is, provides you with a wave of warmth you don’t take for granted.

The moment fades fast as a large snowflake falls upon your lashes and temporarily blinds you. You curse and rub your eye with your frozen hand. “It’d be great if I wasn’t getting attacked by snowflakes, though.”

Din stops, encouraging you to do the same. “‘Attacked’ is a strong word.” His voice is laced with amusement even as he starts to lift his gloved hand towards you. “May I help you?”

You blink a few more times and nod. “Sure, whatever. It should be gone by now.”

Din sets his fingers on the side of your cheek and his thumb under your eye, which remains opened for him to observe. His visor scans it a few times with obvious movements of his helmet before he also nods. “Yeah, it looks all right.” He swipes his thumb to dry the skin there. “It’s just a bit red now.”

You offer an appreciative smile and fight the sudden shyness you feel. “Well, thanks anyway.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Din unfastens his cape and tucks it under his arm while he unstraps his satchel with the child still inside of it. He puts the satchel on you first as he continues. “I… know the snowflakes can be annoying, but they’re also beautiful.” Once you and the kid are set, he sets the cape over your shoulders. “It’s important to find beauty in the chaos.” Din secures the cape in place and lets his hands linger there. “I’ve started to do the same.” His visor never strays from your gaze.

You give in to your shyness and look down at his hands, your lips still curled up in a smile you can’t get rid of. “That’s… well, it’s profound.” You tighten the cape around you and meet Din’s visor again. “I think I know a great way to start.”

“Yeah?” Din’s modulated voice remains soft as he sets a hand on the small of your back to encourage the three of you forward again. “Good.”

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[thefrogdalorian]

Hello and welcome to my contribution to Dincember!

Following NaNoWriMo (which I used to complete a draft of a modern AU!Din x reader fic that I aim to start posting in January) I wanted to attempt another writing project to maintain my sanity during this festive period! I'm aiming to complete all 25 days but life can sometimes be unpredictable, especially at this time of year.

I really hope you enjoy my interpretations of each prompt and best of luck if you're also participating, can't wait to see what everyone creates. Thanks @dindjarindiaries for putting these prompts together, celebrating all things Din is a wonderful way to close out the year!

All my fics are GN!reader and I don't include physical descriptions. Nothing more mature than a bit of smooching either :)

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Day 1 - Snow: After a busy few months, Din surprises you and Grogu with a well-earned retreat to a snowy paradise in the run up to Life Day. Snow-filled chaotic fun ensues!

Day 2 - Fire: During a trip to a peaceful cabin with Din and Grogu, you awake one morning and discover that Grogu is poorly. You and Din are extremely worried but after a visit from a healer and the warmth of the fire you light, his condition soon improves.

Day 3 - Gloves: As you sit watching Grogu play by the fire while holding hands with Din, you reflect on how a simple part of his body says so much about the complex man that you are so privileged to love. A simple pleasure that you would have been denied, if he had never removed his gloves.

Day 4 - Lights: You introduce Din to a favourite Life Day tradition of yours: hanging up lights. It's a tradition that he finds slightly bemusing but after a slight hiccup which is soon resolved, thanks to the abilities possessed by Grogu, the two of you set about making a cheesy new Life Day tradition all of your own.

Day 5 - Cold: After your favourite Mandalorian's latest assignment with the New Republic means that his return to your cabin is delayed, you head to bed, thoroughly miserable. But when Din finally arrives home the reunion does not go entirely smoothly, as you find yourself needing to warm him up, with adorable consequences.

Day 6 - Gifts: It's Life Day and time for you and Din exchange gifts. You love sharing in the joy of seeing others surprised with your gifts, but nothing surprises you more than the incredibly thoughtful gift Din gives to you.

Day 7 - Star: As you lie on Din's strong chest, looking at the stars and reflecting how grateful you are that your paths crossed, you discover once again, that the man with the fearsome reputation is incredibly soft underneath his hard Beskar shell.

Day 8 - Flame: A fire pit outside your little cabin on Nevarro has always been a dream of yours. So, when Din finally agrees to build one, you are delighted, especially when he secures your favourite sweet treats too. But it's Din's first time roasting candy on a campfire and things don't exactly go to plan...

Day 9 - Boots: Raising a Force-sensitive child is not an easy task, especially one as mischievous as Grogu. When the little guy decides to play a game of hide and seek without telling you and Din first, you find him in a place that you would never have expected.

Day 10 - Sweater: After his latest job with the New Republic takes him away from your home, you find yourself missing Din terribly. But, despite how sappy and lame as you feel for doing so, you find wearing his sweater brings you a great deal of comfort when you need it most.

Day 11 - Icicle: An innocent icicle causes Din to reminisce on a moment he shared with Grogu on the Razor Crest shortly after rescuing The Child from the Imps on Nevarro.

Day 12 - Warmth: After you find yourself caught up in a rainstorm that drenches you to the bone on the forest planet you call home, an unexpectedly kind Mandalorian helps you to get warm again.

Day 13 - Family: Din Djarin is a complex man, with many walls you have not yet successfully broken down. You have been slowly building a life with the man who has a traumatic past he has alluded to, but never discussed in detail. One night, Din wakes up from a nightmare and finally lets you in. You comfort him, reminding him of your love for him and how much he deserves his unlikely family.

Day 14 - Home: During a moment cuddling with Din underneath the festive lights in your cabin, Din confides in you what home means to him.

Day 15 - Candle: Despite planning a special evening to mark your final night in the cabin that you, Din and Grogu have enjoyed a relaxing vacation in, your plans are soon thwarted by an unexpected power cut. However, the sudden loss of light ends up having very romantic consequences.

Day 16 - Sweet: After a tiring day of yard work, you decide to introduce Din and Grogu to one of your favourite festive drinks: hot chocolate. Although the sweetness proves a little too much for one of your Clan.

Day 17 - Joy: Despite you and Din having plans to go to a special festive market with Grogu, you wake up feeling awful, as though all festive cheer has been sucked out of you. Fortunately, you have a loving and caring Mandalorian who helps you regain your joy.

Day 18 - Snowflake: As Din stands by the window, watching the snow fall outside your cabin in the mountain paradise he brought you to for a vacation, he reveals a hilarious memory of his first encounter with snow to you. One that you are keen not to let him forget in a hurry.

Day 19 - Coat: You and Din arrive for a vacation in a picturesque snowy mountain town. There's just one problem: you brought the wrong coat. You head into town in search of the perfect coat but after a long day of fruitless searching, fortunately you have an incredibly patient and attentive Mandalorian to help you through the shopping stress.

Day 20 - Celebration: To show Din how much he means to you, you decide to make a special gesture in celebration of him by cooking him a traditional Mandalorian feast. Despite having your heart set on a perfect evening, a certain green child has other ideas...

Day 21 - Love: Despite how much time you have been spending with Din and getting to know him, you are still none the wiser as to whether your feelings for him are reciprocated. But an impromptu night of stargazing leads to a confession that may just change everything for the two of you...

Day 22 - Cozy: When Grogu wakes up upset in the middle of the night, both you and Din are concerned for him. But getting cozy and cuddling with his Clan soon brightens the little boy's mood.

Day 23 - Frost: You and Din wake up one morning to discover the volcanic planet you call home has been plunged into a deep frost. You are awestruck by the gleaming ground and the icy crystals that cling to every surface. You and Din decide to head out for a walk with Grogu, who is fascinated by the way his favourite pond has frozen over.

Day 24 - Ice: The unseasonably weather on Nevarro causes a pond to freeze and thanks to a stroke of good luck, a passing vendor is able to offer the opportunity to skate on it. You expect that Din will be a natural, but things do not go entirely to plan.

Day 25 - Holiday Waking up before Din on Life Day gives you the opportunity to admire all the little details and features of the man you love so much.

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[kyberblade]

I Can Bring You In Warm…. (Din x Reader) - Back To You Drabble

A/N: This is for Dincember 2022 days 20-22, Snowman, Boots, and Decorations. It’s set in the Back To You universe, where? I have no idea…. (Is kinda a continuation of the first few.) This is just fluff and I love it. Though, there is angst, too.

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

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Maybe like one or two light swear words? Space swearing. Mando’a. Talk of injuries/scars. Tattoos.

Word count: 5,033

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Xxx

“I shouldn’t be long,” Din said, tucking another blaster from the weapons locker into his belt. “I’m just going to get some supplies and the part we need, then I’ll be back. I’ll be gone a day at the most.”

“And if you’re gone longer?” Your voice was small, and you didn’t like it. Staring down at the floor you tapped the toe of your shoe into the ground once, mindlessly working it back and forth as you waited for an answer. 

A shadow crossed over you, blocking out the small lights of the main hull, and you felt the cool touch of leather under your chin as he hooked his index finger there. He tilted your head back to look up at him, his visor tilted down to hold your worried gaze as your eyes wandered over the beskar.

“I want you to stay here.” You took a deep breath through your nose, but before you could even open your mouth to protest, he continued. “It’s not safe out there in this weather, especially for the kid. He’s too small, if anything happened, he’d freeze long before you or me, and I’m just not willing to take that risk.” He moved the finger from under your chin to trace along your jaw and up your cheek lightly. “I know you aren’t, either.”

Letting your eyes fall to stare at his chest, you nodded gently.

His hand moved up to cup your cheek, and you leaned into the touch as your eyes fluttered shut. “You have your comm?”

Nodding again, you brought your hand up to place over his, anchoring him to you before he could pull away. “You have one day.” You opened your eyes, steeling your gaze as you peered up into his visor with determination. “If I don’t hear from you after one day, I’m coming after you, so don’t make me do it, Din.”

He nodded after a moment with a sigh. “If I’m comms silent for a whole day, then fine. I’ll admit that probably means something is wrong.”

“Come up with a word, something you can say over the comms so I know to come get you if something goes wrong.”

He chuckled. “Mesh’la, I’m going to a market, not an underground-”

“Din.” Your eyes screwed shut as you tried to stay calm.

“Okay,” he said softly. “If something is wrong and I can’t just tell you,” you rolled your eyes as he spoke pointedly, “I’ll say buruk, which means danger.”

“Buruk. Got it.” You nodded once. “And if everything is fine?”

He sighed. “If everything is fine then everything is fine.”

You hesitated before repeating, “And if everything is fine?”

Letting out a huff, Din’s weight shifted to one leg as he looked absently around the interior of the ship. “If everything is fine, I’ll say mesh’la. That means-”

“I know what that means,” you griped, making him chuckle as you let out a breath of aggravation through your nose. “Din, you call me that all the time, it needs to be something you don’t use so it sticks out.”

“Which is exactly why it’s perfect because everything will be fine.” He reached out and lightly gripped your upper arms, giving them a gentle squeeze. When you kept your arms crossed over your chest and simply glared up at him, he rolled his eyes and let out another huff. “Fine. Naak. Peace.”

“Naak. Buruk. Naak. Got it.” You nodded, giving him a small smile. “Thank you.”

His left hand came back to cradle your face one more time, and again you covered it with your own to keep him there as long as possible.

There were a million things sitting on the tip of your tongue, things to make him laugh, set him at ease before he left. But none of them would come out as you found yourself simply staring up into his visor as he looked down at you. 

You almost expected the touch of beskar on your forehead, something he seemed to always do before he left, but the cool touch of metal never came. It was almost a relief, because you weren’t sure you’d be able to let him go if he had. And something in the way he lingered told you he probably wouldn’t have, either.

Taking a few steps back, he pulled away from you slowly, his hand still on your cheek making a slow reluctant drag as he retreated. Your hand over his twisted to hold it tight, knitting your fingers through his and giving a gentle squeeze before you finally had to let go. 

“I’ll be back soon,” he said again, voice low and almost believable. “Don’t worry.”

“That’s like asking Tatooine not to be hot, Din.” You let a small smile slip past at his gentle laughter. “Don’t be a hero.”

“That’s like asking this ship not to fall apart,” he teased, pulling the lever to lower the ramp as he tilted his head playfully.

You scoffed, but it quickly melted into soft laughter as you shook your head at him. “At least try?” Shifting your weight from foot to foot, you took a small step towards him before stopping again. “The galaxy will still need help tomorrow.”

“I’ll make sure to make it until then,” his head tilted just a bit further, making your smile grow. “There it is.” Closing the distance between you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tight, just as your hands wound into his cowl like always. “Ni cuyi gar utreekov, partayli?” (“I am your idiot, remember?”)

“Ni kar'tayli. Ni kar'tayli gar. Gar cuyi ner kar'ta, partayli?” You smiled as he leaned his forehead against yours, somehow getting impossibly closer still. (“I know. I know you. You are my heart, remember?”)

“Shi par gar.” His voice was low, vibrating out of his chest and into yours. (“Only for you.”)

“It’s the idiot part that worries me,” smirking, you stared at his chest as you spoke, giving his cowl a tug before looking up through your lashes into the T of his visor.

“Even an idiot knows to come back when their aliit are waiting for them.” He pressed his forehead more firmly to yours, making your eyes flutter shut. “Keep an eye on the kid. He gets rambunctious when there is snow. I’ll be as quick as I can.” His voice had lost some of its warmth, had gained a hint of pain in its place, and it seemed hard for him to even speak. (“Family.”)

“I will guard him with my life.” You brought a hand to cradle the cheek of his helmet as he pulled his head back to look at you. “There will be no cookie shenanigans under my watch.” Narrowing your eyes, you winked at him. “Well, maybe a few.” He chuckled. “You sure you don’t want me to wake him up so you can say goodbye?”

“No, he won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“Din, you're basically his father. Of course he will.”

“He has you. He’ll be so distracted, it’s only a day. He’ll be fine.” As he backed away from you, cold blasted up the ramp on a gust of wind, and without him in front of you to block it, it rolled over you like a frozen wave. 

It made you feel his absence even stronger, everything a little more dull without him around. Watching as his figure got smaller and smaller the further he went, you leaned against the edge of the open hatch to keep you upright. The biting wind didn’t bother you now, in fact you hardly felt it. The growing, gnawing, sinking feeling in your gut took its place, and consumed you from the inside out.

The silence of the ship suddenly felt deafening when you could no longer see him on the horizon, the last small glint off his beskar catching a small ray of sun that broke through the clouds for just a moment before it too disappeared.

Closing the ramp to try and seal in some warmth for the days ahead, you turned and slowly made your way back into the ship. Standing in the middle of the empty hull, you worried your thumbnail between your teeth as you stared absently at the floor. The silence felt suffocating, almost loud enough to be its own voice, whispering words of failure in your ear as your mind swirled.

You tried to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of your brain that something was going to go wrong. It usually did. But it wouldn’t this time. You don’t know that. I can hope. But you don’t know. Shut up, brain.

With a determined huff, you climbed up the ladder into the cockpit to finish some wiring Din had been grumbling about since three planets back. Smiling just a bit, you adjusted your gloves before you rifled through the toolbox. 

He’s gonna be so happy this is done when he gets back….

The smile began to slip when your brain decided to chip in.

If he gets back.

You huffed again, sitting on the floor of the cockpit and leaning under the console.

When.

Xxx

The hours came and went. You tried your best to fill them. The panel was fixed.

Something is wrong.

The kid had been fed and was playing quietly on the lower level.

You should have heard something by now.

Your vambraces were freshly polished, all their features tuned and ready for the next time they were needed.

He said he’d check in.

The ration packs had been organized and put away, minus the one the kid had snuck off with.

Just go after him already!

Setting the tool down with an unnecessary clatter, you looked at the ramp with determination, eyes flicking over the lever that stood between you and the planet. For once you and your brain agreed. Like it or not, you were going to go after him, consequences be damned. 

You were just getting to your feet when a small noise stopped you.

“Patu?”

Looking down to your left, you saw the child ambling up to you slowly, eyes wide and curious.

“Don’t worry, kid. You’re coming with me. We won’t go too far. I just need to make sure he’s safe.” You almost said alive, but didn’t want to scare the child. And frankly, you didn’t want to scare yourself, either.

Bundling up with every layer you had, wrapping the child in as many blankets as you could find and holding him close to your chest, you pulled the lever to lower the ramp. Staggering backwards when a gust of wind rolled into the space, you glared at the blinding tundra in front of you, willing it to try and stand in your way. 

“I’m coming, Din.” You looked down at the kid. “We both are.” Finding the beginning of the trail his boots had left in the snow, you grinned. “Just you wait.”

Every ounce of eagerness you had quickly dissipated when the trail stopped short, his footfalls suddenly covered in a fresh layer of snow. “No. No, no, no, no!” You turned in a circle looking frantically for any sign of them, but all that happened was you got turned around in the world of white, nearly losing sight of the Crest far behind you. 

“Dank farrik!” You hissed, biting your lip as you looked around again frantically. “Din, where are you?”

Turning to head back to the ship, deciding to wait the storm out before trying to look again, you stopped after a few steps, cocking your head to the side as the kid did the same in your arms. You thought you heard it on the wind, it’s so faint.

“Mesh’la….”

Looking over your shoulder where you had just come from, you saw a figure drawing nearer, arms laden with items that are covered in snow, and the being themselves covered head to toe in the white powder as they walked headfirst into the storm.

“Mesh’la….”

“Din….”

Your eyes went wide when you realized, and you high stepped through the deep snow to get to him. “What in the hell happened?! Are you okay? Kriff, Din, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Mes-s-s-h’la, s-s-stop t-t-t-talking,” he said through chattered teeth, his body wracked with violent shivers. “I’m-m f-f-fine.”

“You didn’t call,” you protested as you slipped some of the bags off his left shoulder, putting them on your own before putting his arm around your shoulders to support him, the child secured to your front with your right arm.

“B-b-but-t I’m-m t-telling y-you n-now, everyt-thing is f-fine, m-mesh’la. T-that’s w-what I said-d I w-w-would s-say. M-m-mesh’l-la.”

Letting out a groan, you rolled your eyes as you both trudged through the snow. “You’re impossible. I’m not going to argue with you now, but later…. Oh later, we are going to have words. Many of them. Mostly from me.”

“C-c-can’t-t w-wait-t-t,” he chuckled.

Xxx

Walking up the ramp, you turned to him. “What’s that you always said to your bounties? ‘I can bring you in warm’….”

“D-d-don’t….” He groaned, rolling his head slightly at what he knew was coming.

“….‘or I can bring you in cold’,” you finished, grinning up at him. “You didn’t have to take it so literally, Din.”

He hung his head, groaning yet again, gently shaking his head.

“Oh, come on. You know I’m funny.”

As soon as you all were up the ramp of the Crest again, you sealed it up tight. “Don’t move,” you said hurriedly to Din, opening the bunk and placing the child inside. “You, too. Stay in here, kid.”

He tilted his head at you in the mass of blanket still wrapped around him and let out a questioning squawk.

You held up a finger close to his face after you hurriedly dropped the supplies you’d taken from Din next to the bunk. “I mean it.” You narrowed your brows, bouncing the finger slightly. “Don’t move, kid.” As you began to pull your jacket off quickly, your face melted as your voice softened. “Please.”

The child plopped back to sit in his mess of blankets still around him, looking up at you a little defiantly but offering a soft coo you took as agreement. 

“Thank you,” you breathed, letting your eyes close for only a moment before you sprung back into action. “Din….” turning, you found him right where you left him, standing in the middle of the hull, still shivering violently as the snow began to melt into a puddle at his feet. “We need to get you out of your armor and your base layer, or you’re going to get hypothermia.”

You saw his shoulders go even stiffer than they already were from the cold at the mention of his armor.

“I don’t have to look, Din. I don’t want to break your creed, but if you don’t get out of that soon, that’s going to be the least of your worries.” Closing the few feet left between you, you removed the last satchels from his arms, setting them on a nearby crate. Once you were back in front of him, you set your hands on his chest. “Just tell me what to do. You’re still shaking too much to do it effectively. You’ll end up bumping your whistling birds or whipcord and then we’ll have a whole other problem.” You chuckled softly, hearing a small huff of laughter through his modulator. “Plus, I just fixed a lot of panels, and if you break them again, so help me….”

You were teasing, just trying to distract him, and from the way his shoulders finally seemed to drop, the tension melting out of them, it was working. Fiddling with the fastener on his glove, you looked up into his visor with a raised brow in question. When he finally nodded, you began undoing what you could. The gloves, then the vambraces, all forming a neat pile on a nearby crate.

They were soon joined by his pauldrons, chest plate, along with the rest of his armor, except his helmet, as he told you how to remove them through chattering teeth, helping when he could. 

Without the extra layer of armor, his wet flightsuit began to make him shiver more violently again. Enough that he could barely speak.

You jogged over to the bunk, kicking yourself for not thinking of it sooner, and grabbing the only dry pair of clothing you could find. Extending it to him, you closed your eyes. “Din, just take off the helmet and your clothes, trade me. You can put the helmet right back on. I’ll try and find another blanket since there’s not a shirt- where the kriff is everything?! Dank farrik!”

“Hey,” his voice was low and quiet as his forehead came to softly lean against yours. His bare hand came to rest on your arm, shaking slightly as the rest of him still shook from the cold. “Mesh’la, b-breathe. It’s okay. T-t-thank you.”

You gasped slightly at the touch. “Din! Your hands are like ice!” You shoved the pants closer to him, taking a step back as you did. “Do it now, you stubborn tin can.”

You heard rustling as he laughed, the sound going from modulated to not making your breath hitch. “Am-m I s-still-l-l a t-t-tin can-n with o-out t-the b-b-beskar-r?” The clothes were lifted softly from your hand, replaced with the wet ones, and all you felt was relief.

Turning so your back was to him, you opened your eyes, looking for that blanket you’d promised. “Always.” You tossed the wet clothes onto the floor out of the way. Going over to the bunk, you pulled his blanket from there, smiling down at the kid who had drifted off to sleep, snoring softly. “Tin can is a state of mind.”

His laughter without the helmet was doing funny things to your head, and you smiled as you turned back around, eyes closed tightly, as you offered the blanket. 

The hiss of his helmet sealing back in place made your stomach drop slightly. It was a shame he had to hide from the world. Every part of him deserved to walk in the sun.

Opening your eyes, he stood there in just a pair of simple black pants and his helmet, still shivering slightly. Closing the last steps between you, you opened the blanket, draping it over his shoulders.

When you came to close it at his front, you realized the markings you’d completely overlooked in your haste to get him warm again. “I…. I didn’t know you had tattoos.”

“I-it’s part of t-the tin can s-state of m-mind,” he joked, his shivering calming down slightly.

You hesitated, taking a step back to get a better look, looking up into his visor. “Can I?”

He nodded, sitting on a nearby crate with a groan, while you sat on the floor in front of him, watching him patiently as he began to explain each piece of art decorating his skin. “What do you want to know?”

Interspersed among the art were jagged scars, lines left from sutures, or a burn mark.

Eyes dancing over the newly revealed ink, your voice came out soft. “Do they all have a meaning?”

“Most of them. Some of them are just to help cover some nastier scars.”

Your eyes flicked up to his visor. “Do you not like them?”

He sighed. “Some of them I don’t want to remember how I got them. When…. When I was younger, I didn’t always do the right thing. I did what I had to. Wasn’t always the best. I wish I could forget some of that.”

“So you cover it up with something that’s a better choice to you?” It was a statement more than anything. 

He nodded. “Something I’d rather see than a scar, yeah.”

There was no rhyme nor reason to the assembly of ink across his skin, each image its own separate thing, but somehow it all blended together into something almost ancient. Like stories drawn on cave walls to keep them safe for future generations. Each told its own tale, and tracing each line with your eyes, you wanted to know every detail.

His whole torso wasn’t covered, just strategically placed splashes of black ink, some at interesting angles, some swooping further across, patterns, lone images, they all appeared to be something old, tribal in nature, and somehow made you think of Mandalorians. 

They came down his arms, identical twins on each limb, only one had the raised flesh of a scar hidden underneath. Parts of his upper arms then his forearms, almost like vambraces. Here and there you saw the little lines of broken skin tucked away under the artwork.

Leaning to your side, you peered around his back as he twisted slightly to help you see better, lowering the blanket slightly, and you saw they continued around. Most of those contained the hidden scars, the raised flesh blended seamlessly into the dark ink. 

Sitting back in front of him, he tugged the blanket back over his shoulders, pulling it tighter around him as he shivered slightly. 

You got to your feet, heading for the crate with the rations. “I’m going to make you soup. Should have done that in the first place. Hold tight for just a minute.”

“Mesh’la, I’m fine, don’t-”

You rounded on him, waving a finger like you had at the child. “Don’t, Din. Please. Let me take care of you.” You turned back to finish the ration, working in silence, until you brought it back over to him, sitting back at his feet. Handing it to him slowly, he took it from your hands gently. “Careful. It’s hot.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, sitting back on the crate with a sigh, letting the hot cup warm his hands.

When you went to lower your arms back to your lap, something on your vambrace caught on his pants, snagging the fabric over his knee and ripping it when you tried to pull away and inspect what was happening. “Oh my- What the- I just-” You froze, staring at the thin black string that connected your armor to his leg before your face tilted up to stare at his visor, wide eyed.

Suddenly you both burst out laughing, Din setting his cup down on the crate beside him before reaching down to untangle the mess as you winced in embarrassment.

“I don’t know how that happened. I even tuned these while you were away, polished them, too. How did I….” The string gone, you pulled your arm back to peer at the underside where it had caught, finding a screw loose, sticking out ever so slightly. “It appears I have a screw loose….” Your face fell flat, and you turned a preemptive glare up at Din’s visor. “Not one word, Mandalorian. Not. One.”

He held his hands up in surrender, but you didn’t miss the small snickers he couldn’t contain crawling through his modulator, his shoulders shaking slightly in an effort to rein them in. Leaning forward, his forehead came to rest softly against yours for just a moment before he pulled back reluctantly. He picked the soup up and cradled it in his hands, holding it close to his chest for the warmth it offered.

“So, what is that one from?” You asked after a moment, pointing to a jagged scar on his left forearm.

“Lucky bounty got a break. Then he got dead.”

Your shock didn’t last long, it melted into snickers as you stared at the scar then looked up at the T of his visor in amusement.

“And that one?” You pointed to one on his right hip.

He groaned, shifting his weight at the memory. “A Wookie bounty bodychecked me, had a hidden dagger, but didn’t quite get it all the way out. Only went deep enough to scar, didn’t do any major damage. Probably wouldn’t have even left a mark if I hadn’t had to stitch it myself here on the ship after I turned him in and collected the credits. But,” he shrugged, “I’m under armor ninety nine percent of the time, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal.”

You smirked. “So that’s why you covered it with a tattoo? Of a….” Your eyes drifted slowly back up to his visor, unamused. “Is that a bullseye?”

“I thought it was ironic.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Plus, it fit the shape of the- Don’t judge me!”

You scoffed. “I’m not!”

“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed teasingly, disengaging the lock on his helmet to tilt it back.

Darting your eyes away quickly, you stared at the panel across the way you had been working on earlier as you heard him blow on the soup. “I fixed the panel under the console you’ve been complaining about.”

He hummed around the lip of the cup as he nursed the soup, the sound of his unmodulated voice always so much deeper than you were expecting for some reason. “Good,” he sighed, lowering the helmet back down, the lock hissing as it reengaged. “Thank you.”

Looking up at his helmet and smiling softly, your eyes fell to another scar, and you smirked before pointing. “That one?”

“Blaster shot. Vibroblade. Joyriding Jawa - Don’t ask.” He named off each reason as you pointed to a new scar, you didn’t even have to ask.

You pointed to one on his knee, peeking out from the new tear, and he hesitated, his shoulders rising and falling with a resigned breath, his helmet tilting to the side as he spoke. “That….” He sighed. “I got that right before….” His voice caught in his chest, and he cleared his throat, swallowing roughly before he tried to continue. 

You watched the motion of his bare throat, fidgeting in your seat when you realized, eyes falling to your lap before coming back to rest on his visor.

“I was nine. The other kids were playing on the edge of town, and I wanted to meet up with them. On the way there, I tripped and fell.”

“Over what?” You don’t know why you asked, your face just as surprised as his soft chuckle in response.

“Probably thin air. I wasn’t always the epic bounty hunter, you know.”

You scoffed, leaning back on your palms. “I find that hard to believe.”

“I was just a normal kid. Anyway, I tripped and…. And my dad happened to see. He immediately came to scoop me up, take me home. I kept insisting I was fine and could still go play, even as I was crying. He just softly said, ‘I know, son. I know. You’re so brave,’ while he smiled at me. My mom cleaned me up and took care of the scrape. Told me, ‘You have to be more careful, Din. Gravity can be out to get you sometimes.’ And I finally smiled for the first time since I fell.”

His voice was soft, almost distant.

Reaching up a hand slowly, you hovered it over the scar as you looked up at him with a gentle tilt of your head in question.

After a moment, he gave a small nod, letting out a long breath.

Resting your hand softly over the old wound, you traced it with your thumb, back and forth, wanting to learn every line. Leaning forward, you placed a soft kiss to the scar, making his breath hitch, before pulling back to look at it again, keeping your hand on his knee.

“Your parents did an amazing job. They raised an amazing son. And I see you doing the same with the kid.” Bringing your other hand to rest on his knee, you set your chin on them both, looking up into his visor from your spot on the floor with a grin. “And I think it’s kriffing stupid to be ashamed of your scars. They tell your story, Din. Each one brought you closer to me, and made you who you are. I wouldn’t change that for anything.”

“Mesh’la….”

“No, Din.” You pulled back slightly to look up at him a little better. “You can not like them, I understand that, believe me, I do. But they are very much a part of you, and….” Your eyes danced over the features of his helmet, not landing on one spot for too long as the words sat on the tip of your tongue. Finally they decided to come out just above a whisper while your eyes landed on his visor. “And I love every part of you. Every single part.”

Din leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest softly against yours. He didn’t say anything in response, he only stared at you, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

I think you broke him.

Smiling at your brain’s helpful- for once- dialogue, your eyes shot open wide before you got to your feet. “Oh! I remember where your clothes are! I moved them while you were out. I moved everything. I was very bored.” Turning to face him again, you scrunched up your face. “Please don’t leave me alone again, if you can help it. It’s so boring. I mean, I love the kid, don’t get me wrong, but….” You turned to the crate you’d put all of his stuff in, digging out his black sweater and a black long sleeved shirt, tossing him the latter as you went back to your spot on the floor. “It’s not the same.”

As you pulled the sweater over your head, you heard his helmet disengage again, so you closed your eyes as you finished pulling it on. 

“Do I not get to actually wear my sweater, even now when I may freeze to death?” His amused tone made you grin, your eyes opening at the hiss of the seal to find his helmet tilted to the side as he looked at you.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Besides, I don’t even think you own a sweater. This old thing?” You pinched the seam over your shoulder, pulling it up slightly to reference it with a grin. “This is mine.”

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Dincember Day 12 - Tree

Din Djarin x Gn!Reader

Finally jumping on the Dincember writing prompts, because better late than never right?

Word count: 816

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You haul the small tree up the ramp of the Crest by its trunk with one hand, leaving a trail of green needles in its wake. With your other hand you carry a canvas bag, full from your solo shopping spree.

After pressing the controls to close the ramp you continue into the hull. You enter the space, too busy making sure you don’t displace any crates with the tree, the Mandalorian in the corner, who was sitting on a crate polishing his weapons goes unnoticed till he speaks.

“What’s that?” Comes Din’s gruff voice through the helmet.

You snap your head up, stepping in front of the tree. You’d hoped Din would be busy in the cockpit or sleeping at least till after you’d managed to decorate it.

“What’s what?” You ask, playing dumb.

“That green thing.” He sighs, pointing one of his gloved fingers behind you.

“You mean Grogu?” You ask, pointing at the child who had wondered over to you from his spot beside Din and was currently digging through the canvas bag. You try to nudge it away from him with your foot.

“No. The plant you just dragged through my ship.” He sighed again, causing a smile to break across your face. You loved it when he got all huffy.

“Oh that. Well that’s a tree, Din Djarin. I thought you’d know what one of those looked like by now.” You say, unable to keep the smirk off your lips.

Din simply stares at you through his visor, letting the silence work on you till you’d have to speak again.

Before you can break, Grogu pulls on the bag at your feet, causing its contents of colourful baubles and tinsel to spill over the floor.

You look down at the mess and back up to a Din who crosses his arms.

“Okay, fine! I got a Christmas tree! It just… you know I love this time of year, and it’s the first one I can celebrate in a home and with a family!” You exclaim, gesturing around the Crest and between Din and the child. “At least let me decorate it first before you decide on whether you like it.” You finish, voice trailing off.

Din stands then, stepping around the stray decorations, coming to a stop in front of you. He brings his hands up to cup your face, leather bound thumb brushing along your cheek. “Let me know when you’re finished, I’ll be in the cockpit.” He says, then leans his helmed head in to softly touch yours.

You grin up at him as he turns towards the ladder, stopping with one foot on the first rung. “You did get the stuff we actually needed from the market though, right?”

You roll your eyes and wiggle your hand at him in a shooing motion. “Yeah yeah, of course I did, now go on, me and Grogu need to get to work.” You say while glancing at the child who was staring, mesmerised, at his reflection in a purple bauble.

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Less than an hour later you’re lifting the kid so he can place the last bauble on the tree. Well, almost the last - you did promise him he could keep one to play with.

You stand back with Grogu in your arms, watching how the colourful, twinkling lights bounce off the reflective surface of the Crests interior. He happily coos in your arms, shaking his new toy in the air.

You call Din’s name and wait for him to descend the ladder.

“Ta-dahh!” You say as Din turns towards you. “What do ya think?”

Din doesn’t say anything at first, only standing in silence.

Your shoulders slump with defeat. “You hate it.” You say. “I’m sorry Din, I just wanted to… it’s fine, I’ll just…” you reach for a bauble ready to start removing them when Din grabs your hand to stop you.

“Don’t.” He says, pulling you towards him where he wraps you and the child in his arms. “I… love it. You were right, it definitely makes the Crest more festive, I’m glad you got it.”

The smile that warms your face makes the tree needles still littering the floor worth it.

“Oh! I almost forgot we saved the best part for you!” You say in a sing-song voice. Turning out his arms, you collect the golden star you got as a topper, and hand it to him. “It goes on the top.” You point, knowing this was Din’s first time having a Christmas tree.

He reaches up and places it on the tip of the top branch, and steps back next to you. You sigh contentedly and wrap your arm that wasn’t holding the kid around his waist, resting your head on Din’s shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, Din.”

“Merry Christmas, Mesh’la.”

“Patu!”

You break into laughter, “Merry Christmas to you too, kid.”

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