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Kiss Marks, Not Bruises

A/N: this is such a cute idea and I almost missed it because I posted it saying I would write it straight away but I’ve been very busy since then so I haven’t really had a chance to, but here I am now! Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: @skellytrash​

Despite snowflakes beginning to casually litter the grounds of the BPRD, you couldn’t stop the flurry growing inside of you. Worry etched into your features as you paced the garden. A pair of robins flitted past, a brief reminder of what, or rather who, you were waiting for.

“Agent Y/L/N!” Manning shouting out of a window from above you. “They’re back.” the solemn tone laced into his words did little to cease your concern.

“Oh Abe…” you muttered to yourself before charging back into the federal building at full speed. Skidding around each and every corner, you apologised to every agent you bumped into, never stopping as you rushed to the medical wing.

Upon opening the heavy doors, you gasped at what was revealed.

“...Hello love.” Abe had been stripped of his uniform, leaving him in his swimming shorts with his wonderful blue skin on full display. Only this time instead of admiring it, you couldn’t help feeling tears fill your eyes at the sight of the many bruises dotted across his body.

“Abe? ...what on earth happened?” the air around you turned chilly as you tried to keep calm.

“I’m fine Y/N. Trust me when I say it could’ve been much worse.” Abe attempted to joke, although he wasn’t aware of the full extent of your worry.

“Don’t you think I already know that! Everytime you leave on a mission that doesn’t ‘require’ me, I worry. They tell me not to since emotion links directly into my powers but how can I not? What kind of partner would that make me? Honestly, I wish you’d never get hurt at all…” You started pacing for a short while until you broke down into short, quiet sobs.

“My love, I’m sorry...I didn’t know.” Abe silently slipped off of the bed, wrapping his webbed hands around your forearms. “Please, sit with me?” His gentle invitation encouraged the small flurry building around your form to dissipate. Having powers relating to snow and ice was such a fragile business.

Most days you could be just as dangerous as Liz. Not today, today you just felt...shaky.

“You only didn’t know because I refused to tell you...apparently keeping secrets and freezing people out of my life are the only two things I’m good at.” You replied bitterly. Abe chuckled to himself at that.

“And I know, better than anyone, that that is nowhere near true. Y/N...you are wonderful. You take such good care of me and all those around you. Before I met you...I didn’t know I was capable of loving another person so...much.” It was rare to see someone as eloquent as Abe, struggling with his words.

“I didn’t know anyone even wanted to try loving me...I was all alone in those mountains. I was so surprised to see anyone up there. Let alone you and the others.” Thinking back on the day that the BPRD had found you upon a desolate mountain, they were surprised you hadn’t froze to death. But the legends were true, people were scared to travel up those mountains because they believed a witch had laid a curse on it. Anyone who dared to travel up those icy paths would never return...and if they did, they would never be the same.

Those legends were only half true. You had travelled up those mountains nearly half your life when you were a young girl. One day, you went up there and discovered an old woman, struggling to move. Thinking the worst, you took her back to your village and nursed her back to health. When the woman awoke she thanked you for your kindness, yet when she discovered you were all alone in the cottage she asked where your parents were. Telling her your parents had died and that you were an orphan hadn’t bothered you as much as it did her.

So, when she told you she was a witch, you weren’t surprised either. She offered to train you since you were ‘pure of heart’. But as you grew older and the witch’s grip on reality loosened, you realised, pretty soon, she was going to be leaving you all alone again. After that, you ventured into the mountains, hoping to never be seen again. Shooing away anyone who came close. Tempting yourself with friendship was something you couldn’t bear...not anymore.

That was until you saw him...your Abe. His appearance didn’t phase you at first, but he was freezing to death so you calmed down your flurry. The last thing you wanted to do was kill a literal fish out of water. Once he saw you, he thought he was dead. Claiming aloud that you were an angel, you couldn’t help letting out a little giggle, discouraging his claim.

Hellboy almost knocked you out after he saw what happened, he almost jumped the gun, thinking you were about to murder one of his closest friends. When in reality, you were just helping him up and out of the snow.

Keeping calm whilst falling in love with Abe surprised you. The emotions stirring within you set off a few more alarming new powers, but nothing you couldn’t easily cover up. Being in love brought out the best of you, little did you know, Abe was under your spell almost as much as you were under his.

Which is probably why it hurt so much more to see him like this. Love brought so many wonderful things along with it, but loving someone who got hurt on almost a regular basis felt like someone was stabbing at your own heart.

“Y/N...I’ve lived a long time and I’ve never loved anyone the same way I love you.” Abe’s sincerity brought tears of pure happiness to your eyes, even if your heart was still hurting. Wanting to show him that same amount of love, you began with pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Watching the skin under your lips turn a light purple, you grinned at his blush. Pulling away, you bit your lip at the sight of the lipstick mark. It was a light pink, despite the powers you possessed you always tried to contradict them with a more summery attire.

Preferring the way it looked upon Abe’s skin, you began to decorate many different spots with the same mark. Hearing a giggle bubble up in his throat, you hummed at his reaction to your affection. Usually you were the one who would melt under his. But today you had been so worried and you weren’t going to waste another moment.

**

Little did you know Hellboy was walking towards the medical wing with a bunch of files Manning had gifted him. He needed help and of course, the first person he was gonna ask was his best buddy Abe.

“Hey Abe, old pal could you help-” after opening the door, Hellboy discovered a flustered Abe covered in lipstick marks with you sat next to him with an innocent look rendered useless by your smudged lips.

“...I’ll come back later.” HB chuckled to himself, closing the door.

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WIPs Tag Game

I was tagged in this by @iwriteforthetincanman @heatherbel and @lose-eels! Thank you all for thinking of me and I’m sorry I’ve taken a moment to get around to it! Here’s an extract from a little Ezra thing I’m writing at the moment that is still very much in its early stages.

“You were gonna make a life for yourself though.” He noted, gaze still fixed on his feet. “You were gonna get out. You were gonna learn and travel until you found a place that felt like you belonged.” He reminded you. But those we’re just dreams. Ghost stories you told yourself so you wouldn’t give up too soon. You knew you would have to face them at some point- that reality would set in and you’d have to be prepared to let them slip from your grasp. That’s what you had done as you watched that freighter drift out of sight.

Ezra had never admitted this to you but those dreams- your dreams had kept him going too. They gave him more hope than he could have wished to muster himself. It was part of the reason he had been a little overzealous on the harvesting front. Why he’d decided to take his time and indulge his greed. For you and him both to stand a fighting chance at achieving it.

“Maybe I’ve already found it.” You murmured, shuffling a little closer to him so your knees knocked against his own as you slipped his hand into yours.

Tagging (but hey, no pressure) @din-damn-djarin @maybege @mndalorians @writingandengineering @hdlynnslibrary @rebelhan

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Undetected

TRIGGER WARNING: THERE IS MENTION OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE (no direct or detailed description), MENTION OF DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, SELF HATRED.

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Requested by: @robin-the-enby​

Abe admired you for many different reasons. One of them being that you were a talented witch. Another being that you didn’t fall into any particular category of witch, you could do all kinds of magic and more if you wanted. 

But lately...you seemed a bit off. You’d lost that spark in your eye, you took less care of yourself, you threw yourself into your work effectively cutting yourself off from the rest of the team and...more sadly, you barely paid any attention to your boyfriend anymore.

Being the only significant other Abe had ever had, he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Sure, he was well read in the romantic era of writing but that didn’t mean they had all the answers. He couldn’t just ask around, especially since the only ‘healthy’ relationship he could think of was HB and Liz. 

No, asking Red for advice about relationships, especially in this context, might be a bit too embarrassing for the poor fish man. He had tried talking to you directly, that’s what Liz had told him to do. But you were always busy, dashing about with ingredients or some sort of sacrifice to the spirits on your lips.

Gods above...when was the last time Abe even got to kiss you? 

Maybe work was getting to you...maybe he wasn’t the one at fault here. Perhaps...you were thinking about ending things? All the signs pointed to a breakup...oh no, Abe couldn’t handle that. Not only did you live in the same place but it would be awkward and just...heartbreaking. 

Ever since you started going out with him, you’d both gotten into a rhythm of what a real relationship was like. You’d both never been in one before so of course HB warned his blue friend that he had to be careful, calling it ‘puppy love’. Abraham felt like it was more than that. If the relationship could be properly nurturing and taken care of then maybe...just maybe he could see spending the rest of his life with you. 

Or at least the rest of your life…

That got him thinking. He had been busy overthinking all the signs and fretting over your relationship he hadn’t realised they were also a sign for something else...a cry for help. Standing up suddenly, Abe raced out of the library. He needed to see you immediately. He needed to take care of you, whether you liked it or not. 

He forgot the most important part of your relationship.

You look out for each other no matter what’s going on. 

Ever since he met you, he had felt a connection, some sort of force driving him to impress you and become his friend. A few years went by...and that relationship blossomed into something more. Something infinitely more beautiful than Abe could ever describe. 

Austen, Brontë, Hawthorne…

Shakespeare. 

All these romantic tragedies came crashing down in Abe’s imagination of your future together as he slammed his finned fists into your door. 

No response. 

“Y/N! Please love, I really need to talk to you, it's urgent!” 

Still no response. 

He contemplated knocking the damn thing down...but what if he was overthinking and you were okay? That would give you a reason to break up with him, coming up with an outrageous excuse for infringing your privacy…

But was he going to risk it all just because he’s worried about you? Because he, someone who has walked the earth longer than the average man, someone who has been considered to be the missing link, someone who had fallen deeply in…

“Y/N...please open the door, I’m worried about you and I was losing my mind over it. If I’m reading too much into this then I’m sorry, but I’m not leaving here until I at least get to see your beautiful face, your smile that puts the stars to shame...I’m only worried because I care for you and I-I’ve fallen deeply and passionately in love with you Y/N Y/L/N.” 

Quiet filled the air...embarrassment began to prickle underneath Abe’s scales as he realised he’d just confessed how he truly felt to a door of all things... 

Then the door started to creak. 

Your room was in total darkness, Abe could see that much, but what really scared him was how red your eyes were, how sullen and frail you had become...you had lost some weight he noted. He hadn’t held you in so long he couldn’t begin to tell when you started to wear more baggy clothing and refused physical contact so subtly. 

These were all warning signs and Abe had completely bypassed them.

The thing that scared him the most was the small blade you held in your hand. Sure, the BPRD allowed weapons to its agents. But this one hadn’t been issued by the BPRD…

“Y/N? My love...please put the knife down.” If Abe had tear ducts...he knew he would be crying by now. The love of his life had just been about to...gods, he couldn’t begin to imagine what would’ve happened if he had been just a moment too late. 

“Oh...Blue.” Everyone called him blue all the time. But the way you said it just then...no happiness or joy in your tone. It broke him. 

Throwing his arms around you, he didn’t care about the blade as it dropped carelessly to the floor, the further away you were from that thing the better. 

“My stardust, why didn’t you say anything? I...I would’ve helped you in any way that I could’ve...you know that right?” Abe’s soft tone came across as caring, helpful, loving. 

But the way the monsters in your head twisted and barbed the meanings of his words forced you to think that he was blaming you for what just occurred. 

“I...I didn’t think anyone wanted to help me...these voices in my head kept screaming all these horrible things. It hurt Abe. It hurt so bad. I didn’t even notice when I stopped feeling altogether.” You got the words out, but the way Abe heard them felt like pin pricks. How long had this been going on for? How long had you been suffering in silence while he just stood there? Focusing on missions and dates and what he was going to eat that night?

How dare he not realise you hadn’t been eating at all. 

“Y/N, listen to me, I’m only being strict with you now because I care and if you heard a single word I said before it’s because I love you. But you need help. If not from me then...a professional...don’t you want to feel better?” Abe attempted to bargain. 

“I...did for a while. Then it felt like things were getting worse no matter how hard I tried, no matter how many medications I started taking, or counselors and psychiatrists I saw. I felt like this dark place was just...growing inside of me. Trying to take everything I cared about away...away from me.” Your tone was watery, even though Abe was a literal fish out of water, he wanted to find some sort of way to stop you from sounding like that. 

He needed to see you smile again. No matter how long it took. 

“I wanted to end it all…”

These words broke him down even further. 

“Y/N...if you did that I don’t even know how I would recover. You, you’re so special and I love everything about you. Liz, Red...Professor Broom. They all love you...if Broom were here now, what do you think he would say?” Just the mention of the loving old professor caused a familiar, faded kind of pain to bloom in Abraham’s chest. 

“...He wouldn’t be happy with me that’s for sure.” The sulk on your face convinced Abe he wasn’t convincing you. 

“...Please Y/N. I know you’ve been trying for a long time now, but could you please just try one more time? If not for anything or anyone else then...for me?”

As you looked up into your loving, doting, blue, scaly, handsome boyfriend. All the memories of you two came rushing back. It was a very small dose of serotonin, but it pulled you towards the light all the same. Perhaps it was only a subtle grab of the hand, guiding you to a different kind of door. 

But you knew exactly who was guiding you back into the world.

“...For you? Of course Abe.”

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Mandoctober Day 10: Ad’ika

A/N: Just a foreword this is a female!reader x Din and that’s mainly because she is pregnant in this. If anyone wants a reader with a specific sexuality or gender please let me know in my ask box! I am a writer and that means I like to be inclusive to everyone (but please nothing NSFW)

This is for @leo-moon​ ‘s Mandoctober!!

‘It could happen any day now’.

That’s what the healers kept on saying anyway. You felt like a balloon, ready to pop. Being pregnant was no easy feat and you hoped that no woman ever in their life had mentioned that it was. Although the pregnancy itself had gone smoothly, the aches and pains were constant. There was only one thing that had kept you sane throughout it all…

Well, one person.

Din Djarin, your Riduur and the father of your child.

Ever since you had married the thought of having your own children one day loomed over you. As soon as you got the positive results back you couldn’t help feeling that it had happened too soon, even if it had been six whole years since the wedding. 

Raising Ad’ika had helped with the fears you felt, quelling them for the time being. Yet as the months wore on and your baby bump grew, you found yourself unable to carry and cuddle the little womp rat as often as you used to. 

Now, he didn’t like that. The change had felt sudden and abrupt to the little child as he started to catch onto what was happening. He had seen it happen before, long ago when he grew around people that looked just like him. His buir was about to have another baby! 

Usually children expect to be loved and doted on by their parents unconditionally. So when Din refused his every whim on account of you, whenever you needed something or it was the baby kicking, the Mandalorian would immediately put the child down to tend to you. Jealousy was common for him now. It was what caused him to act up.

First it was the crayon on the walls of your home, depicting somewhat violent images in comparison to the wonderful, kind hearted ones he used to make.

Then it was the tantrum he had amongst his toys as he was asked to put them away. You had stepped on one and with your swollen feet, it had hurt more than usual. Din was not impressed.

And lastly, the way he glared at your pregnant belly over the kitchen table at dinner time. 

But it was when you spotted this that you realised what all the fuss was about. 

“I think Ad’ika thinks he’s being replaced.” you mumbled one night, Din startled in front of you, interrupting his new nightly ritual of talking to the baby before sleep. Kissing the bump fondly, you smiled to yourself before he responded. 

“What on earth makes you think that?” The clueless look on his face made you want to simultaneously hit him over the head and hug him. 

“Um...the way he’s been acting lately? Plus he keeps glaring at my bump like it stole a frog off of him.” Although it sounded like a joke, Din realised how serious you were just by the look on your face. 

“Maybe I should talk to him. Just him and me.” The thought of Din excluding you from this chat with your son hurt you, although you knew that if you got involved the kid would most likely get upset. Maybe he just needed some time with his father?

---

Yeah, it wasn’t going to be that easy.

Turns out a fifty-eight year old baby can hold quite a grudge. 

He might’ve been sitting in his cot with early morning light surrounding his entire nursery, but the sight of his back turned towards his father with a massive pout on his face was heartbreaking. 

“Ad’ika. Please talk to me.” Din tried to bargain with the child. He wouldn’t budge, no matter what kind of bribery was involved. He was stubborn...like his dad. Although the little green womp rat didn’t have the ability to talk just yet, Din enjoyed the little conversations that had all the same. 

“Just because you might be getting a new brother or sister in the next couple of days, doesn’t mean your mother and I won’t love you any less.” At this, his ear perked up slightly, as if he were listening intently. Still, he refused to face him. 

“I know you’ve spent a long time being our only child, that’s mainly because it wasn’t safe for us to bring another one into our lives. Now we are surrounded by the home we all so desperately wanted. I want you to know that, if it weren’t for you Ad’ika, none of this would’ve happened...I wouldn’t have met the love of my life, I wouldn’t become a father all over again and...I wouldn’t have met you…”  Even if Ad’ika refused to respond, that was all Din wanted him to hear. 

Getting up to leave, Din felt a tug at his trouser leg. Glancing down, he found his dear child clinging to him, almost desperately. Sniffling, the kid met his father’s gaze only to reveal teary eyes and a forlorn expression. That was all Din needed to see to know that his son understood and all he really wanted was to spend time with his family. 

---

That evening, you came up with the idea of having dinner outside for once. With the baby coming, you felt like this was one of the last moments you would have where it was just the three of you. The family you had come across and been accepted into. Just the thought of everything that had happened for this shred of happiness to take place brought a tear to your eye...or maybe it was just the crazy hormones. 

“Are you alright cyare?” Din’s hand rubbed the perfect spot on your back, one that had been aching for hours on end. 

“Everything’s perfect my love.” Whispering this into his cheek, you placed a sweet kiss there before turning to your son. 

“You’ll be a big brother soon Ad’ika. Promise me, that you will always look out for them, no matter what.” At this, those big big eyes peered up at you, moments before he had become truly fascinated with your baby bump as he rested on top of it. His ear pressed flat against your tummy as if he was trying to listen to the baby. Letting out a babble in confirmation, you smiled down at him.

“I love you both so much.” Murmuring to your husband and son, you watched as he hopped down from your lap. Scouring the ground for something to occupy his time. 

“He seems like he’s gone back to normal.” Din chuckled as he pecked the corner of your lips. Turning to your lover, your eyes flicked over his features before settling on his eyes. Those eyes were the first thing yours looked into as he removed the helmet, it was as if you had fallen in love with him all over again. 

Leaning in, you both settled into a passionate kiss. Humming in delight, you realised it had gone eerily quiet.

Pulling away, you opened your eyes to meet a funny sight. 

“Ad’ika! The frogs are not for eating!” 

Well...not entirely normal.

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Spark

A/n: I love this idea and I know I started the other fic first but this one seemed like a quick one shot I could write and post in the same night and I want to post more content. I promise the other fic will be out soon I just need to watch the episode again, write down the major plot points I want to include and then go through it. Trust me I’m doing my best to not make it super wordy. Hope you enjoy!

Requested by: @thetinestpixiequeen​

You loved him but by the maker did you want to throw him out the airlock right now. The mandalorian was getting on your last nerve, reprimanding you about your actions whilst attempting to bring in a bounty. At the last moment the bounty had spotted you and ran out of there before a mob of people had descended on you, causing you to lose sight and any trace of him. Din was mad, which was rare, but his words were just fueling your anger.

“It’s not my fault that ditsy bartender spilt those drinks all over me okay?!” You almost screamed, yearning to jump into the refresher to get the smell of cheap alcohol off of you. “If he was armed he could’ve shot you dead! Do you understand that?” His voice seethed through the vocoder, fury still present his tone but something else was there…you just couldn’t place your finger on what.

“I-I could’ve lost you.” It didn’t matter that the helmet hid his emotions, you heard the way his voice cracked. He was worried…and scared. “Din…I’m right here.” Approaching him, your anger melted away revealing all the love you held for him. You hand fell on the fabric that covered his neck, wondering how much emotion was in his eyes right now. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me okay?” Letting out a breathless chuckle, resting your head against the helmet in a gentle Keldabe kiss.

“I want to be stuck with you for the rest of my life.” He seemed to mutter under his breath, but with how close you were, you heard him. “What?” Your heartbeat thudded against you rib cage. You two had been partners for five cycles, and lovers for two and a half. Was he really about to? “I want to spend every moment of the rest of my life…with you.” Louder now, you knew he had set his mind on it. 

“Y/N, I love you, even when you’re angry and your eyebrows scrunch up right here.” The leather of his glove brushed the place fondly, causing you to let out a quiet giggle. “I love your spark, how it drives you and how it makes you a warm person, makes you love whole heartedly, even with the kid.” He gestured to the pram, where the child lay sound asleep. “You’re his mother.” The statement could’ve made you sob with happiness, but you kept it together since you wanted to know where this was going.

“I was- I was going to ask when we got to the next safe planet and could relax a bit…” Din reached into one of his pockets to bring out a box, before taking a knee in front of you. It felt like all of the air had left your lungs. “I can’t wait a moment longer…cyare will you marry me?” His words were breathless but all you could hear was the sincerity behind them.

Realizing you remained quiet for far too long, you spotted Din shifting around anxiously. Did he seriously think you were going to say no? “Yes. Of course, yes.” Finally gasping out an answer, you fell to your knees, embracing the love of your life. “Oh thank the maker.” He cried into your shoulder. “Din I would never say no to spending the rest of my life with you, even if we didn’t get married.” You pulled away to look him in the eye-well, visor.

“But if we didn’t get married, you wouldn’t get to see my face?” tilting his helmet in that way you adored, you couldn’t help but let the tears fall as you knew what this meant. Once you were married you’d finally get to know what he looked like. “Kriff, I haven’t even shown you the ring yet.” The box opened with a soft snap, revealing a modest wedding band that had a simple carving woven around it. “I love it, I love you.” You breathed, head butting him affectionately.

Slipping the ring onto your finger with ease, you sighed happily refusing to let go of him, even for a moment. “I can’t wait.” A brief chuckle vibrated from the lip of his helmet. “Good thing you don’t have to.” It was your turn to tilt your head this time. “Riduurok is only a brief ceremony, we could do it right now.” A whisper of a promise left his lips.

“Then let’s do it.”

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Mandoctober Day 5: Target Practice

A/N: I managed to write something in a day that was under 2,000 words...yay?

for @leo-moon​ ‘s Mandoctober!

It was just something you had mentioned over dinner one night. You had asked him how he got a clear fix on his targets with the helmet on, he told you and you had offhandedly blurted out that you had never used a blaster before.

What you didn’t expect was for the Mandalorian to make a huge deal out of it by teaching you the very next day. 

The weight of it rested heavily in your palm as you assessed the weapon uneasily. Dread crept up your spine with it followed by the feeling that you hadn’t picked up on this skill before for a reason. It was either inadequacy or fear. 

Whatever it was, Mando picked up on it when the look on your face morphed into concern. 

Breaking you out of your reverie, his hand gently wrapped around your wrist. Sharing the weight somehow. 

“Just because I’m teaching you how to use it, doesn’t guarantee that you’ll have to.” In an attempt to reassure you, all it did was increase your awareness towards the situation. Realising how important the lesson truly was. If it meant protecting yourself and the kid, kriff, even Mando, you would do it. 

Gaining back your focus, you nodded solemnly. Tearing your gaze away from his vizor before fixing it on the targets before you. You couldn’t help stifling a giggle.

In an attempt to help with today’s lesson, the child had scrawled ‘angry’ faces on the targets with his crayons. You had almost forgotten the gift since you had purchased them so long ago now. Green ears tilted upwards, he awaited your response. 

“Very good Ad’ika. Scary.” Pointing at the targets you feinted fear, legs shaking and everything. The little one giggled up at you, pleased with his creations, he left the red crayon on the ground in his excitement. Waddling towards his buirs he made grabby hands at Mando. 

Although he had taught you the basics of Mando’a he still refused to tell you his name, which you respected along with the creed. What you couldn’t help was the feelings that crept closer into your heart whenever he was around. Sure, you kept your cool but when he was impossibly close, that was when all composure flew out the window. 

“Sorry Ad’ika but I’ve got to help buir right now.” Mando picked him up briefly only to place him into his silver pram, so he was safe and out of the way. Pouting mixed with those big eyes of his became a distraction for a short while but you had learnt to resist it. It was for the best. Making his way back over to you, you noticed how the bounty hunter was now reaching out to you. As if he was going to pick you up. 

A shiver rippled down your back at the thought. 

Instead, his steps fell behind you whereas his hands landed on your hips. Almost furiously a blush scorched across your skin, your mind producing a blank page, no words. The Mandalorian had effortlessly left you speechless. An unexpected warmth surged from his palms and up your sides, seemingly warming your soul as you tried not to combust on the spot. 

“You need to brace yourself for when you shoot so you don’t end up falling over. Think you can do that?” Hearing a teasing lilt in his voice, you made an attempt to play along. 

“I’d like to think I’ve handled worse.” Huffing nervously, you waited for some kind of response. A noise you later identified as a chuckle left the modulator, causing the warm feeling to blossom. 

“Alright tough girl. Let’s see what you’ve got. Try shooting the middle one.” Pointing to the target in question, you missed the weight of his palm. In total there were four targets, they were large tin cans used for the ‘good’ food rations, with some scratchy material shoved over them for the child’s benefit in doodling. 

Choking on your own breath at the nickname, you steadied your arm as you lined it up with the target. Feeling an intake of breath from behind, you copied the action. Hold.

Fire.

The violent red streak of energy narrowly missed the target, burning the grass just behind it. Charred grass. That’s all you had left to show. Letting out a disappointed sigh, Mando relaxed behind you. 

“Hey, it’s alright, I would’ve been really surprised if you had gotten it on the first try. This is the whole point of the lesson.” Turning to face him, regrettably tearing away from his grasp, a bitter look overtook your features. 

“Fine then. Teach me.” A softer curve replaced the one on your brow. Giving way to your reluctance and yet, you wanted-no, needed to know how to use this thing. 

All you could see was the visor but it was like you could sense what kind of expression was hidden behind it just by the way his shoulders fell. 

“Okay.”

The next few minutes consisted of him showing you how to lock on to the target accurately. That was the goal anyway, but you were standing still and in a fight the target would be moving and so would you. Especially if you were the one running away. 

As if the child sensed this from his crib, he started to levitate the cans. Giggling almost maniacally as he did so. 

“He’s getting better at that.” You chuckle at the sight. 

“Well it’s a good opportunity. Go ahead.” Nodding towards it, once again he stepped behind you. Except this time he didn’t guide you in any way. Was he that confident you were going to get it? It was almost like you did it on purpose, but you moved your feet causing your stance to falter. 

A hand shot to your waist, as if to catch you. 

You suppressed a smirk. 

“Careful Cyar’ika.” This was a new word. One he hadn’t taught you. But the way he practically purred it gave you some idea of what it meant. 

“I’m starting to think you don’t really need to be holding onto me for this Mando.” You somehow flirted back. Thoughts crystal clear as to what you wanted. He tensed at the insinuation, but with it his arms wrapped further around your torso, pulling you into an embrace of sorts. 

“Maybe...I just want to be close to you.” A sigh fluttered through your lips as you turned your face, gaze meeting his. Even if all you could see was the beskar, you caught the depth behind his words. 

You wanted to kiss him, Maker, you did. 

But what happened next kind of derailed the whole situation.

CLANG!

The kid had thrown the can at his buir’s helmet in his impatience. 

Throughout your whole ‘moment’ you had completely forgotten about the child helping with the lesson. Now he was tired and cranky. 

Mando had whipped away from you in an instant, as if threatened by the flying object. When he met the gaze of his grumpy son, you couldn’t help giggling. 

---

After that you had managed to shoot three targets. You weren’t the best but it was a start and with practice you would improve. 

Later on into the evening, the child was fast asleep with you and Mando quietly loading everything back into the Crest. No words had been shared between the two of you for a while now, but the warmth from before was still present. 

Glancing over to the beskar-clad warrior, you noticed the smallest of dents in his helmet. Somehow Ad’ika had thrown it hard enough to leave a mark on his father’s ‘head’. It distracted you enough from your work to finally make your way over to him. 

Skimming your fingers over the mark, the helmet gently turned under your touch. Rising to your height, your hand fell to his shoulder. The quiet tension was still there, just waiting to be broken...or something else. 

“It’ll buff out with time.” It’s meant as a reassurance but the way you say it carries across a different meaning. 

“I’m sure it will.” He mumbles back, before his hands make their way back to your waist. This time pulling you in to the point where you’re chest to chest. Melting into his grasp, your arms wrap around his shoulders. This was some kind of hug, yet it felt like dancing even if the both of you were perfectly still. 

The feeling grew molten when the brow of his helmet fell to rest against yours. 

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything Cyar’ika.”

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Mandoctober Day 6: Snack time

A/N: This was really short but I’m just glad I got it done. x

For @leo-moon​ ‘s Mandoctober!

It was that time of the day again. Usually you couldn’t tell if it was going to be a blessing or a curse. It could be the most gruelling of tasks and sometimes the highest of achievements. 

Snack time. 

Sure, on a day to day basis people would assume you faced far worse since you travelled with a bounty hunter. You loved the kid to pieces but sometimes he was a little menace. When it came to eating his mood could change instantaneously. After all, it only took a little rearranging for unclear to become nuclear.  

Temper tantrums were rare...but today might be one of those days.

With what little food packs you had at your disposal, you’d managed to whip up a sort of soup. One that was beneficial for the child, had all of the vitamins in it and everything. Placing the bowl in front of him, you watched as his brow scrunched up, an unimpressed look fell onto his little face. 

“Sorry Kid but it’s all we’ve got right now. Besides, it’s good for you.” A little encouragement could go a long way. The echo of those words faded out as things began to go downhill.

Smashing his tiny fist into the bowl, a big splash erupted from it. Coating almost the entire table in a sloppy mess. You could only imagine the unimpressed look you now sported. 

“Ad'ika, that wasn’t very nice, I just made that. For you.” Attempting to guilt trip the child with puppy eyes could only go so far. He gave an indignant huff before continuing to scowl at you. 

“Why are you being so mean today…” trailing off, you knew exactly why. Din hadn’t come back yet. He was due back two days ago. You knew not to contact him unless it was an emergency but you couldn’t help the urge to reach out to the comlink every night. Just to hold it and pretend he was talking to you. It was sad but...you didn’t really know what else to do. 

He was your partner and you trusted and hoped that he would find his way back to his aliit.

His family.

“I know you miss him. I do too. But it’s my job to care for you when he’s not here. Okay?” The mere mention of his father had calmed him. For now. With his paradoxical mood swings you knew you had to take things slow. So instead of trying to feed him again, you swept him up in your arms so you could both sit in the cockpit.

A familiar place where many memories were held.

---

“Cyare?”

It felt like a dream. The way you woke up. Everything felt slowed down. The way you moved, breathed. Kriff, even the way he talked.

Wait...he?

“Din?” You were wide awake at the fact that he’d finally come home. He was kneeling before you, after just placing a blanket around you in the pilot’s chair. The child was still fast asleep on your stomach. Snack time had long been forgotten. 

“Good morning sweet girl.” Smiling at the affectionate nickname, you beamed at the man underneath the helmet. 

“I missed you.” Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you ran a hand from the back of his head down to his neck. Inching for a keldabe kiss. 

“And I you. I’m sorry I was late.” As his forehead (of his helmet at least) resting against yours, all frustrations from the last couple of days melted away. Revealing only the love you held for your family. 

“Everything is alright now. You’re here.” Sagging into his arms, sleep crept back into your bones. 

“Rest, Cyar’ika. I’ll take care of you.” Despite his kind offer, you wanted to spend time with the man who deserved your affections. 

“But you just got here.” Groaning into his neck, reluctantly letting him pull away as he turned to the controls. Somehow he managed to pilot the ship whilst standing up, at least out of orbit anyway. 

“And you’ll have me when we’re in hyperspace. Just rest for now.” You could sense the smile in his words. But just the thought of it filled you with warmth, drowsiness overtaking your stubbornness. 

As you fell back into your dreams, you saw the man behind the helmet. Dark chestnut hair, falling in curls that had been freshly washed, yet still smelled distinctly of him. Eyes with the happiest of wrinkles around the edges as he smiled right at you. Patchy facial hair that you loved to run your fingers through. Laughter that was subtle at first but ended up booming down hallways. Din Djarin was undoubtedly the love of your life.

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Mandoctober Day 11: Sorgan

A/N: I went off the deep end with this one folks! This also acts as I part two to day 4: Nevarro. Thank you for reading! Also I may have drawn inspiration from one of @dindjarindiaries​ writings at the beginning of this with Ad’ika’s eating habits. :3

Warnings: angst, self deprecation, sadness (lil anxiety) hurt and comfort, fluff and a hint of spice at the end

This is for @leo-moon​ ‘s Mandoctober!!

Another place Din didn’t think they’d ever return to was Sorgan. It had been a while since they had last visited, before Din had met you at least. After what took place on Nevarro there had been a little distance between the both of you, but not enough to cause concern. 

Din had admitted to himself and to you (whilst you were asleep) that he was deeply and utterly in love with you, forevermore. What the both of you didn’t know was that whatever was about to take place next was going to change both of your lives...forever. 

As cliche as that sounded, you had a job to do. 

Feeding the child was as mundane as things could get around the Razor Crest, but he sometimes made it interesting. Whilst you weren’t looking he managed to sneak three extra berries by floating them into his mouth with his special powers. The only way you knew this had happened were the purple stains on his face, the one that you had just wiped clean. 

“Ad’ika, you know you’re not supposed to eat more than I give, you might get a tummy ache.” Chastising the kid gently, you plucked him out of his high chair, making your way to the cockpit. 

---

Din had been as strict as usual, Mandalorian style. Don’t communicate with anyone suspicious or unnecessary, Don’t contact me unless absolutely necessary and last of all, don’t do anything stupid. These were all the rules you had to abide by just to go unnoticed on each and every planet your feet touched. He reminded you so often it was like it had become your version of the creed. 

What Din didn’t tell you was that there was a village on this planet where everyone knew him. Apparently the last time he visited he had helped save the village from being practically destroyed by thugs. So when they saw him again, they weren’t only surprised (which is what you were expecting) but they also celebrated. Alot.

There was dancing, music, drinks and lots of food. You could stay here for a couple of weeks, Din had told you. It was safe enough for now. This whole experience had been a clear juxtaposition of what the Mandalorian told you. It broke the rules, you didn’t know why he did this. 

That is...until you met her.

Omera.

When you first met her, you should have sensed something between them just by the way she practically ran over at the sight of him. Over time, you realised that Din knew her better than the other villagers of Sorgan. Then it started to scare you how close they were. She gave him food, cared for the child and kept him company. 

It was like you weren’t even there. Either he didn’t care as much as you thought he did or...you really weren’t needed.

Not right now at least.

That night you watched as the villagers danced around the campfire, so happy and content with their lives. A new song started to play, this time husbands started to bring their wives into the circle, bringing them close as they swayed slowly. You would’ve smiled at the heart warming sight if it weren’t for one thing…

Omera holding her hand out to Din.

It felt like someone was ripping your heart from out of your chest and crushing it into dust right in front of you. If he chose to dance with her you knew you never had a chance with him...probably from the beginning. 

Were all these emotions you felt over the past couple of years a figment of your imagination? It was insane how stupid you felt in that moment. Feeling tears pricking at your eyes just went and proved that thought...all you could do was get up and walk as quick as you could, away from the gut wrenching scene. 

You didn’t want to cause a fuss, despite all these conflicting thoughts and feelings.

---

Crying your eyes out didn’t seem like the best solution at first. 

Hidden amongst the boxes in the hold, you tried to will yourself to stop. It felt like your heart wouldn’t cooperate with your brain. Din hadn’t even done anything to you specifically and he had managed to tear your heart in two. It could’ve been worse…

Who are you kidding? All of today had been a perfect recipe for disaster. 

Omera had known Din longer than you had...did you even have a chance against her? She was beautiful, capable and she was already a mother. To you, she was everything you weren’t. 

And Din Djarin...you could never say a bad word about him. You had recklessly fallen for him, not even thinking twice about the consequences. If another person hadn’t gotten between you two it would’ve been something else, with him being a Mandalorian, he could’ve gone on a hunt, leaving you and the child only to never return. 

Yeah...that could be the ‘worse’ option. 

Seeing him die in front of you? That was a close second.

Dying in his place? ...you would do it in a heartbeat.

Even now, thinking your heart had died in that one evening, you knew you would still do that.

“What are you doing down there?” 

In the midst of your self deprecation you hadn’t even noticed Din standing in the middle of the Crest. Startling out of your stupor, you got to your feet, wiping your tears away rapidly. 

“W-Where’s the kid?” You sniffled. No matter how much wiping away you did, you knew Din had spotted the tear tracks.

“He’s fine...he’s with Omera.” Just the very sound of her name on his lips almost caused you to cry out in pain. It was like he had directed a knife right at your heart. 

Seeing your face crumple like that, Din had no clue what was going on. After he had refused Omera’s offer to dance, he turned to you only to see you practically running into the woods. Wondering what on Sorgan you were doing, he followed. He would follow you anywhere, really. 

“She’s...she’s an amazing mother.” In an attempt to compliment her, you tried to keep yourself together. Of all things to happen, you didn’t want to lose your composure in front of Din over something so...foolish.  

“Why were you crying?”

It wasn’t a question of if you had been crying, he already knew that, he just wanted to know why. Of course...you couldn’t tell him the truth! Not without admitting the intense series of feelings you had for him! 

“I-I was upset...about the dancing.” What. The. Kriff. Was. That? Of all the excuses you could’ve come up with? You went with the dancing? Well, it was partly true in a sense. 

“The dancing? What was wrong with the dancing?” Upon asking this question, you really looked at him. Even in all his beskar clad glory, you couldn’t help hearing how quiet his tone was. Did he always talk like that or was it just with you? Taking a breath, you answered.

“I...don’t know how.” Now that...that was a whole truth. 

Even if you had been upset over Din’s choice in dancing partner, you had no clue how to even approach the subject of dancing, let alone with another person. 

“...I could teach you, if you like?”

...You weren’t expecting that. But how could you refuse?

Stepping closer towards the bounty hunter, you gave him a small smile.

“I’d like that very much Djarin.” Hearing a chuckle at the use of his last name, you grinned. Hearing him laugh was always a rare experience, knowing you caused that kind of joy? Sent you over the moon. 

Just the touch of his gloves brushing against your spine as he pulled you closer was the cause of many impure thoughts racing through your head. Scolding yourself internally, you let out a shaky sigh, awaiting his next move. 

“Usually the guy leads and since I know how to dance and you don’t...seems like a good idea.” A laugh peppered his words as he placed one of your hands in his, leaving the other around your waist. Thinking back to the villagers, you remembered how the women placed their other hand on their partner’s shoulder. 

Mimicking the action, you felt like you had drifted somewhat closer to one another, if that were even possible. 

“If you listen hard enough you can hear the music coming from the village...it kinda echoes off the trees.” Doing as he said, you closed your eyes, intently listening out for the soft hum of dainty instruments as the notes thrummed through the forest. 

“...it does.” You giggled lightly at the observation. Wondering how, even with the helmet on, he caught on to all these little details regarding the common senses. Sight, sound, smell, taste and...touch.

It felt like his hand prints were burning through your skin, despite the extra layers. This was the closest you had ever been to the Mandalorian, armor or not. Wounds or not. This felt so...so intimate. 

“Now, it’s okay if you step on my feet the first couple of times, but it's a simple pattern so you’ll get used to it after a couple of minutes.” Minutes? He was going to dance with you for longer than a single song? 

“S-Sure thing.” Stumbling over your words, you tried to gain a grip on yourself. The need for coherent thought struck you as he began to sway. Tripping over your own feet, you realised how difficult it was to do this whilst keeping your eyes on Mando. All the couples made it look so easy. That was when something Mando had said came crashing back to you.

���Wait...you said you already knew how to dance? Who taught you?” You didn’t know what you were expecting him to say as he took a moment to collect his words but you guessed that someone in the covert had taught him for fun. Instead...he opened up to you.

“My mother taught me.” Those words were spoken so quietly yet it was almost as if he had yelled them into your mind. Just the image of a little Din standing on top of his mother’s feet as 

they swayed around their home brought a fresh batch of tears to your eyes. 

“You’ve...You’ve never talked about her before…” Trailing off, you didn’t expect him to tell you more. You didn’t need him to, you knew how sensitive the subject of his parents was. You would never make him feel uncomfortable for your own personal gain. 

“You remind me of her...sometimes.” This sentence was an attempt to knock you off of your feet altogether as you glanced down, a furious blush kidnapping your features as you faked a hurried look at your feet. 

“...how so? If you don’t mind me asking that is.” You would ask, but if he didn’t want to go further. Further than this...a simple dance lesson yet it was so much more. If he didn’t want to tell you about his mother, one of the people who meant the most in the galaxy to him besides the child...perhaps besides you. You were completely fine with that.

“I don’t mind you asking questions Y/N...it’s one of the many qualities I like about you.” The combination of the words ‘I’, ‘like’ and ‘you’ filled you with an overwhelming urge to hug him. Restraining yourself, you chose to grin at him, shyly albeit. 

“My mother was curious, kind, forgiving yet fierce in the way she loved those around her. It showed through in the many ways she cared for me and my father. I remember asking her one night how they met, she told me that the scenario of that night was predictable up until the point where she saw him through the crowd. I remember the look in her eyes when she recalled ‘It was like the galaxy was pushing us towards one another’ she said. I remember...at the time, I yearned for something like that to happen to me one day...although it was a childish dream I know now.” 

“It’s not childish to yearn for love Din.” You couldn’t help your outburst, biting your lip, you refused to meet his gaze. That helmet may have deemed an unforgiving message to others but to you, it was him. You had refused to face the facts for so long now...no matter how true they were, but you were...you are so utterly in love with him. The Mandalorian. 

“You sound like you’re talking from experience.” He hummed, letting out a bitter chuckle you faced him with a forced smile. 

“I always seem to fall for those who have already fallen...for someone else it seems.” The overwhelming sadness was threatening to overtake you once more. You didn’t want to cry...not in front of him. Not after this wonderful pick me up, the feel of the beskar against you, all you wanted to do was rest your head on his shoulder and dance the rest of the night away. 

“-Are you...are you in love with somebody right now?” The daring request shocked you. Sure, you had learnt a lot about Din tonight, you knew you refused to tell him your true feelings in the past but...you couldn’t seem to lie to him in this moment. This bittersweet yet perfect moment. 

“...Yes.” The force of air that left your lips was inhuman in a way...like you had stopped breathing. At this point you hadn’t even realised how effortlessly you had been dancing with the Mandalorian. Not until he brought you to a complete stop, the music carrying on through the wind.

“I...I think that despite how often I tried to remind myself that love wasn’t in the cards for me...that I wasn’t worth that kind of sacrifice...I fell in love. What I didn’t expect was for it to hurt...Din, it hurts so kriffing much and I don’t know what to do because I don’t want to leave you and the kid so I can run away from the pain.” You were crying now...brilliant. 

“Why? Why would you talk about leaving? Ever?” You could hear his breathing now, it was heavy and gasping, like he had been dunked in ice cold water. You hated to imagine the look on his face that went with the sound of his voice. It broke your heart all over again. 

“Because Din...I fell in love with you and I didn’t even think twice about it. About how you could go on a job and not come back, you could get killed right in front of me, leaving me to care for the kid alone or...or you could already be in love with someone else.” A sob bubbled up into your chest and it pained you to keep it there...not as much as this though.

“What are you talking about?”

“You and Omera!” 

The scream of this dragged itself around the edges of the Razor Crest, leaving you a heaving mess due to the effort. Through the tears you realised you had ripped yourself away from him, his hands were held in mid air...he was reaching out for you.

“I’m...I’m not in love with Omera.”

His voice pierced your heart in the complete opposite result of tonight’s events. 

“What?” This time you were completely and utterly confused, tears beginning to dry. Slowly, the Mandalorian approached you, noticing the way he wrung his hands it was obvious...he was nervous. 

“Do you know what ‘Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum’ means cyar’ika?” At the nickname he frequently called you, your heart warmed despite your lack of knowledge towards Mando’a. 

“No? ...But why do I feel like I’ve heard those words before.” Crinkling your forehead in confusion, you wracked your brain for where you had heard those words before. You may not know what they mean but you knew they were important. Infinitely important. 

“...Probably because I’ve said them before.” His helmet was hanging now, the lip of it pressed against his chest as he stared at his own feet. 

“...Din, please tell me what they mean.” Stepping closer to him this time, you pressed your hands to his chest. Refusing to meet your gaze, the quiet intensified by tenfold, loaded with tension. 

“Din Djarin...please.” Resting a hand on the cheek of his helm, you raised his head so he knew how serious you were.

“They mean…’I hold you in my heart forever’...it’s the Mandalorian way of saying I love you.” He may have whispered these powerful words but it felt like he had stolen your breath. You wanted to kiss him, gods above you did. Instead, his arms wrapped around you once more and he pressed the forehead of his helm to yours. 

“How could you ever think I was in love with something else when I’ve only ever had eyes for you? I’ve been pining after you for months on end, wondering if there was even a possibility that you could love someone like me in return.” These words may have been softly spoken but they scorched a way into your heart as you pressed against him in return.

“Din Djarin, a fearless bounty hunter and Mandalorian...do I make you nervous?” You joked a blush still fresh on your features. 

“...Extremely cyar’ika.” Biting your lip once more, a pleasant sensation rang through your body at the sound of his voice lowering.

“Are you ever going to tell me what that one means?” Fluttering your eyelashes up at him, you attempted to flirt.

“Darling, sweetheart.”

“That was two different words?” 

“It means either and both at the same time. Mando’a is complicated.” He shrugged under your palms. 

“What about...cyare?” You tested the word on your tongue only to gain a shiver under your fingertips. Knowing that Din felt the same way made you the happiest person on Sorgan. But learning that your words affected him just as much as his bewitched you? It sent stars into your brain. 

“Beloved.” 

At the dangerously low pitch he emitted, you knew you were in for a long night.

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Mandoctober Day 4: Nevarro

A/N: Just to be perfectly clear, for the sake of the plot, this doesn’t follow a certain part of canon. I’m not gonna say which just for spoilers sake. I did start writing something else for this prompt but then I came up with this instead one morning and decided it was better cause I hashed out the entire plot (whereas for the other one I hadn’t and I was kind of just writing on the spot). Anyway, so I hope this is some sort of drabble and enjoy! 

This is for @leo-moon​ ‘s Mandoctober!

Din didn’t think it would get to a point where it was safe enough to go back to the place where he found the child. But with all the leftover credits he had gotten, he knew he had to give them to the foundlings of the covert. The foundlings are the future. This thought echoed around in his mind whilst flying through hyperspace. You were fast asleep with the child in your lap, sunken into the co-pilot seat beside him. 

He had come across you shortly after the child, it had been a long time since then and as time passed, a lot had changed. Din’s gaze fluttered over to your form, so small and yet your presence filled the room with an unknown warmth. A warmth the Mandalorian hadn’t felt for a long time. At least...from what little he remembered, not in this way. 

It was strange, and yet not entirely unwelcome. 

Abruptly, the Razor Crest left hyperspace, a small jolt rippling through its metal body as it approached the rocky planet. A pang of regret shot through the bounty hunter that it woke both you and the child out of your peaceful slumber, although he was secretly glad he didn’t have to rouse you himself. Just the thought of your eyes, still filled with hazy bliss, meeting his as you woke only to give him a smile in response. It filled his head with a foolish idea of what heaven felt like. You gave him what many others hadn’t. 

Peace.

Although he knew that had to end sooner or later, the craggy plains were growing nearer. Even though this caused Din to grow more cautious he couldn’t help sneaking a glance towards you as you stretched, the soft curve of your spine lifting away from the seat as you yawned. Sleep left you, with this you grew more aware of the green bundle in your lap. Smiling down at his big eyes as he cooed up at you, achieving some form of reassurance. 

The Mandalorian couldn’t help feeling jealous at the sight. Whether it was the attention you gave the child or vice versa, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that he wanted to be a part of it. Distraction snapped into his very being as the Crest hit the atmosphere, a reprimand. A gasp left you as you wrapped your arms tight around the child, pulling him into you. The warmth returned briefly at the sight but when Din saw you glaring at him, it dwindled down to embers. 

“Is everything okay?” It was the first words spoken in hours, but the sound of your voice calms his nerves. 

“Yeah, just- wasn’t paying attention.” Din couldn’t help telling you the truth, he knew you somehow pulled the truth out of him, peeling away at lies and deception as if it were fruit. 

“I know that. I’m just wondering if you got any sleep whilst we were in hyperspace?” there you go again, always caring for him when he least expects it. Suddenly the embers had sprung back to life. 

“Not now, we’re almost there.” Briefly changing the subject had become Din’s only form of escape when it came to these moments. Moments shared in the quiet of the ship where you would mumble, something you did to avoid waking the child he thought, and he would whisper loud enough to be heard. You wouldn’t be close to each other in a physical sense but the closeness in the words you exchanged started to fill the gaps between the two of you. Everytime, at the last minute, he would pull away with an excuse, something about fixing anything on the ship whilst he had the time. 

It hurt to shy away from you, made him feel like a coward, but he knew this was the only way to protect you. Protect you from getting close in a whole other kind of way. Something that neither of you could walk away from unscathed. 

This time he made sure to pay attention as he landed the ship, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself twice in one day. He especially didn’t want to see your harsh gaze directed at him once again. 

---

Walking into town was the easy part since it was mostly desolate now. The odd bounty hunter would travel through every now and then, knowing it was abandoned. Little did they know. Underneath all the rock hid the covert, where most of the Mandalorians hid although the place above was empty, they couldn’t risk it. 

Venturing deep into the cave, he noticed how you grew tense as the darkness overtook your sight. He couldn’t help reaching out for you, giving you the comfort of touch, carrying a simple message along with it. I’m here.

A shiver raced down his spine when you responded, leaning into his grasp. The leather of his glove wrapping further around your arm as more footsteps were left in the dust. Light began to creep around the edges of the cave, Din felt your muscles relax but you didn’t escape his hold. With the helmet’s help he could see, but having some sort of contact with you gave him comfort. 

Sound filtered through the mouth of the tunnel, no longer a cave as it gave way to a room. Every odd word of a conversation, laughter, hushed tones, they all shared the same kind of noise. A modulator. 

That’s what made you feel like you stuck out like a sore thumb, the obvious absence of a helmet and armor. Sure, the kid was the same but he is a foundling. It was like the complete opposite of when Mando enters a room, all eyes were on you. Or at least visors. Even the other foundlings were staring. It was unnerving to say the least.

Din’s touch prompted you forwards.

He led you into another room, one filled with tools, weapons and pools of scalding hot things. An armory. This must be the place where Din got his armor, part of his arsenal and of course, the whistling birds. A shadow of a figure entered through another exit, causing you to shy behind Din, the child burrowing into your arms. 

“Armorer.” The Mandalorian acknowledged with a nod. 

“It’s good to see you and the child doing well.” You tried not to flinch at how she deliberately ignored you. Grateful that they even let you in here, sure that you would keep their secret, a secret. “What do you need?” gaze flickering over her golden helm, you stifled some form of jealousy. 

“Nothing. We came here to give to the foundlings.” the sincerity in his voice couldn’t help making you blush, he may not openly show it sometimes but he had a soft spot for children. Din took out a large pouch filled with credits, holding it out to her. Taking it from him gently, she assessed how much was in it. 

“You’ve done well. This will benefit the foundlings greatly.” Her voice rang through her modulator, you could tell why she was seen as a leader of sorts. 

“The foundlings are the future.” 

“This is the way.”

“This is the way.”

You bite your tongue, the words dancing there. They weren’t your words to say. No matter how much you believed in them. Before anything other words could be shared, a new voice spoke.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, Mando.” Other than the uninvited Mandalorian approaching from behind you both, you found it quite strange for him to address another Mandalorian with that nickname. Did they call each other Mando? Or was it just a joke? 

The dark blue of his armor had a soft shine under the lights, but the way he held himself in front of Din showed anything but a soft temperament. 

“Been busy.” is all he says in return. 

“So busy, you had to hire a babysitter?” he jabbed back, causing tension to skyrocket between the two. Din suddenly whips around, somehow offended by the term. Although it was kind of true, you were an over glorified babysitter if anything, even if payment hadn’t been part of the deal for a while now. You stayed with the both of them because you wanted to. It was an unspoken agreement. 

“Don’t you dare call her that.” He seethed through the modulator, a threat held in the palm of his hand as he pointed into the blue Mando’s chest plate. “She’s not a babysitter.” he relaxed as the statement filled the air, causing more questions to fly through your mind before the child himself tugged on your shirt. Looking down at him, you saw the concern riddled through his wrinkly forehead. Shushing him gently, you smiled. 

“Apologies, Mando. I didn’t know you had taken a Riduur whilst you were gone.” Not knowing the meaning behind the word, you had no idea what kind of insult it was but Din stilled beside you. Either it was infinitely worse or he had never even thought of it. 

“We were only here to give to the foundlings...so unless there was anything else you needed from me. We’ll be going now.” Wrapping an arm around you, Din guided you forwards, glancing behind, watching as the blue guy and the armorer stared after you. 

---

“I don’t understand what just happened.” 

You hadn’t said anything the whole time it took to get back into hyperspace, already on the way to the next place, when the dam finally burst. Din knew he couldn’t keep the secrets of his language away from you forever. This was bound to happen. 

“What don’t you understand?” It was stupid to even attempt playing dumb. 

“The word that Mandalorian called me, if it was so bad in comparison to ‘babysitter’, I don’t understand why you didn’t say anything.” 

Oh

“...It wasn’t an insult. That’s why I didn’t say anything. Didn’t want the situation to escalate. Not in front of you...not in front of the kid.” Although it was the truth, Din hoped you would leave it at that, that you wouldn’t-

“So what does it mean?”

Kriff

“He thought...since you weren’t a babysitter that perhaps...you were my wife.”

It went deadly quiet for just a moment

“Oh.” You let out a breath, he hadn’t even realised you had been holding it. 

“Wait so why was he being such a dick about it then?” 

Din wanted to chuckle at your choice of words. The child had been put down for a nap, leaving you free to curse as much as you wanted. He couldn’t help holding back, of all the questions you could’ve asked about whatever relationship the two of you had, you chose to wonder why Paz Vizsla was the way he was around Din Djarin. 

“Because he’s a dick, that’s why.” Flicking a few switches, almost absent mindedly, something to focus on before his next words. “He probably thought that since you aren’t one of us it was fair game for him to pick on me through you.” once again, it went quiet. Although for a completely different reason that he was unaware of, something that had been milling about in your mind all day. 

“I know I’m not one of you...but it still hurts.” At even the mention of you being hurt, his helmet whipped around, watching as you shrinked into yourself. Yet the words continued to flood out, it was like being quiet for so long had bottled up all of these emotions. 

“I know I travel with you and the kid, that he’s a foundling so it’s not the same, he’s your son. That you treat me equally and I’m so kriffing grateful for that Mando but it will never be the same. I’ll never be a part of your life like that, so openly and wholly, I don’t know much of your culture but I can’t help wanting to be involved...I wish I was.” 

Eyelids scrunched together, refusing to meet his gaze, all you could focus on was the pain in your palms as your nails dug into them. 

That was until you felt leather wrap under them. Opening them in shock, you watched as he kneeled before you, delicately taking your fingers in his. Skimming his thumbs over them, you had never witnessed him be so gentle with you. Sure, he was gentle with the kid but this was so different. 

“Please don’t put yourself down like that cyar’ika.” So quiet yet the meaning behind his words rang through your heart. “You mean so much to me and to the kid, it doesn’t matter what the others say. You are a part of this clan, my clan...my family. I just hope- that for you, that’s enough.” 

Tears fill your eyes, a bright smile overtaking your features as you launch yourself into his arms. A giggle bubbling up in you as his arms hang in the air, shocked. “It’s more than enough, Din.” you sigh into his neck. At this, he wraps his arms around you, returning the hug, the warmth from before returning in full force. 

“Thank you.” Nuzzling into him, resting your palms on his chest plate, bitter cold of the beskar being replaced rapidly by the warmth you shared. You wanted to say the words right then and there. But you knew it wasn’t the time. For now, this was enough. 

---

You had been sorting through supplies before falling asleep in the hull, the words shared before granting you a peace you had never known. Din found you there, rearranging the items around you carefully before lifting you. With your head resting against his chest, he didn’t miss the way you embraced the way he held you, even in your sleep. 

Placing you in your cot, he made sure you weren’t in any way uncomfortable, securing a blanket around your form. After that, he couldn’t help admiring your features, how relaxed you were as you slept. This time there was nothing to be distracted from. Nothing to keep the words at bay. 

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum, cyar’ika.”

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Mandoctober Day 13: Armorer

A/N: I feel like the armorer herself took a bit of back seat in this (which was a CRIME FOR ME TO DO!) but the context of the piece is that this is seen as part of a final chapter for Din and reader (since it’s a part 3 to Nervarro and Sorgan) Both fics I spent a lot of time on might I add (self promo eek). Anyway so The Armorer is seen as the one who forged a bond between the two, creating a path for not only Din but reader as well. Please let me know what you think of it in the comments!

This is for @leo-moon​ ‘s Mandoctober!

Din Djarin x female!reader 

Another trip to Nevarro, how exciting. Din didn’t usually express any particular excitement when it came to travelling from place to place but this time? He couldn’t seem to sit still. 

“Is everything alright my love?” You chuckled to yourself as you watched his squirm for the third time. 

“Yes! Brilliant in fact.” The nervous tone he gave raised suspicion within you. Din wasn’t known for being spontaneous. Yet ever since you had admitted your feelings for each other on Sorgan, he had become more...romantic, in a sense.

He was still on guard and in some aspects he refused to get even closer to you, sharing parts of himself he had never shared before. Although, teaching you how to dance was the piece of the puzzle that snowballed into your relationship with the Mandalorian. 

You figured it was a part of his nature to be standoffish...but when you were alone? He was more tender...more, soft. He showed you glimpses of himself that would never dare to see the light of day. They were brief, easy to miss and when you gazed into the depths of him? It felt like...you had come across diamonds. 

Being with Din as more than friends was...exhilarating to say the least. 

Starting to celebrate the small things in life was a gradual process, one that you had learnt from him. Whether he knew it or not was entirely up to you. Din Djarin made living on board the Crest seem so...mundane. 

At least...when you weren’t being hunted down or shot at.

Today wasn’t one of those days...not yet, at least.

---

It felt like you were walking on a tightrope, except that tightrope came in the form of a blade’s edge.

Why did today feel like a massive secret? He had told you where you were going, he said you were seeing the armorer once again but...he hadn’t told you why? Din always told you why, even the small details that didn’t even matter that much. 

Living with a Mandalorian had taught you that ignoring the smallest of details could bring you an early downfall...if you weren’t careful. Today felt like a warning sign. 

Maybe...you were just overreacting. 

But you can never be too careful...right?

“Din, I feel...weird.” Voicing your concerns felt strange, especially whilst trudging through the ruins of Nevarro. After everything that had happened with the child there still wasn’t much left on the surface besides the odd bounty hunter travelling through the rocky valley. It was a good thing the covert was so well hidden. 

“What do you mean by weird Cyar'ika?” his helmet flicked to you for a flicker of a moment before he set his sights on the horizon once again. He was...acting weird.

“Well first of all you’re not telling me much about what’s going on today...we’ve been together for years now I don’t understand why you can’t trust me with this information...no matter how dangerous it may be.” Shuffling the baby around, you huffed in exertion, ever since Din had purchased the satchel it felt as if the baby grew heavier and heavier with each passing day. 

“I don’t know about ‘dangerous’...but after today, things might change. Hopefully for the better.” Did he have to always be so cryptic? You knew it was more like him due to his dry humor but still...it kinda hurt to be kept out of the loop. 

---

Drinking tea amongst a bunch of Mandalorians felt way more awkward yet personal since last time. The armorer hadn’t changed a bit...she was still just as mysterious, strong and creative as ever. 

You still admired her. Occasionally you indulged in a day dream where you and Din had met as Mandalorians. Imagining your own armor had become a particular pastime. The fact you weren’t a Mandalorian used to hurt you but ever since Din comforted you a couple of years ago, the burden seemed to ease off of your shoulders. 

Protecting your clan was your life’s mission. No matter how many bounties came at you. 

“So...how have things been?” These being the first words you had spoken to the armorer...ever, was an awkward realisation. Shifting your legs as you sat before her, you could only wonder what this specific meeting was about. 

“Well...since Djarin contacted us the tribe have been rather excited for your arrival.” She breathed. Sometimes when she talked, it felt like the words just flowed out-wait, did she just say ‘excited’? 

“Excited? What do you mean?” Confusion laced your entire being as the Mandalorians rearranged themselves before you. 

The armorer reached into a pouch at her side as Din removed his gloves. What the kriff was happening right now?

You didn’t catch a glimpse of what she handed to him but by the way Din shuffled around more, squirming in fact, you saw this had been the item that made him nervous. 

“Do you remember the first time we came here? The first time I properly shared my culture with you? And what it meant to me?” These questions scared you. It felt like he was about to leave without coming back for a long, long time. 

“Of course I remember. Din what’s going on? You’re starting to make me nervous.” The growing concern in your voice began to throw him off as he got on one knee. Wait...what?!

“Cyare...that day you also got mistaken for my Riduur. And...If you’ll have me, I’d like to correct that by making it true.” It may have been far from a traditional proposal in your mind, but you found it cute nonetheless as you started to tear up.

Riduur...spouse, husband,

Wife.

You wanted to be his wife...for a while now actually. It only took the simple wedding band in his hand to tell you so.

“I’d be honoured and delighted to be your Riduur, my love.” Wrestling with oncoming tears, you managed to get the words out as Din took your hand, sliding the ring with ease onto your finger. 

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum, Y/N.” 

“...Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum Din.”

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Mandoctober Day 9: Darksaber

A/N: OVER 3K BABY!!! This is the longest thing I have written in a hot minute so please give it a read. Thank you @dindjarindiaries​ for motivating me today with ALL of your content. If any of you are lost towards the start of this that’s because Day 8 is part 1! If you have trouble looking for it just use the iwriteforthetincanman writes hashtag on my blog! THANK YOU!!

This is for @leo-moon​ ‘s Mandoctober!

Something was wrong. That was a fact you clung to as you roused from slumber, a headache brewing behind your eyelids. It was like real life had become the dream and sleep, a reality that had slipped away. An echo ghosted through your mind, a feeling that you knew who it was came and went...it sounded so familiar?

It was highly unusual to wake up in pain, unless that's what woke you in the first place. Although you had a sneaking suspicion that you had been in pain since you had passed out too. Then there was the cold...everything else was warm but you could feel the cold on your cheek. 

Beskar.

Din.

“D-Din?” A wheeze left your lips as you reached out to your Riduur. It was like he was asleep himself the way he sat, still as a statue. As soon as he heard your voice, he startled awake, his hands carving through your hair. 

“Cyare...you scared the life out of me, I thought-I thought you were dying.” Realising he was no longer wearing his helmet gave you a weird helmet. It was a rare sight to see the rest of his armor on his person whilst missing the helmet. The only reason he would’ve done that is if he was giving you CPR. 

“I’m okay...I think.” Brows furrowing in frustration, a hint of a thought wove its way through your brain. “I...I think I know why this is happening…” Trailing off, you saw the panicked look in Din’s eyes grow into an inexplicable fear. Were you dying? The thought shocked you into damage control. 

“I’m not dying but...I think someone is trying to kill me.” The accusation itself confused you, but then again you had no idea how right you were. Din’s expressions morphed into so many different emotions, it was difficult to keep track. Without the helmet, he was just a man...to you at least. That didn’t make him any less dangerous. 

“Are-are you sure? It was like you were having an extreme panic attack, or someone was…” Realisation dawned on your lover’s face, all other emotions falling away. It scared you how still he was, fingers no longer stroking your hair. Faintly, you could hear his heartbeat under his armor, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to think. 

“It was like someone was strangling you.” His voice was much deeper now, sinister in a sense. Not to you, you knew he was angry but he was angry with the force that was trying to kill you.

...The Force.

Someone was trying to kill you through the use of the force!

That’s when it hit you.

“...Moff Gideon.” Your face matched your lover’s. You were afraid, apprehensive and yet angry with the events that were occurring around you, to you. 

“Moff Gideon is trying to kill you, without being anywhere near you, using the force. It’s the one thing we can’t fight against.” Din’s grip grew tight around your body, as if he were protecting you just by willing it to happen. Part of the force worked like that, you knew that much about it. 

Right now...you were powerless to stop it. The child could only do so much, but reaching through space? To another person? It was next to the impossible. 

“Din...right now. All I need is you by my side.” Trying your best not to cry again. You knew the inevitable was approaching. All you wanted was for him to be near you, even if it was coming to an end. 

Silently, you watched as Din’s anger broke, revealing how torn up he really was. Tears flooding into those sweetly intense eyes, he refused to let them fall. Scooping you up in his arms, he carried you to your bed.

---

Sleep was also inevitable. Which is why you weren’t surprised to find him there, waiting for you. Like he had never even left. 

“Y/N Y/L/N? Isn’t it?” He smirked to himself, he sat in some sort of throne, legs crossed. He was comfortable. What got on your nerves was how smug he was about it. Glaring into his soul, you restrained yourself. You were in your mind and the force was on his side. If anything, he could easily do more harm to you than you could to him. The whole situation was insanely unfair. 

“Is it even worth answering? You’re in my mind. You could learn anything you wanted about me!” Shouting across the void, angry reverberated back at you. It was like anything you did, reflected on the storm clouds brewing above. Anything Moff Gideon did, had no such effect. 

Glancing around, all you could see was the emptiness. It was like you had stepped into a room with no limits. All you could see was him and that dumb throne, like he had taken control away from you. 

“Looks like I have all the control when it comes to your mind Y/N.” He continued to smile down at you before standing, stepping down from his throne to walk across the void, towards you. Although he was walking at a leisurely pace, the cape that swished behind him highlighted how menacing he truly is. 

“But I’m not here to hurt you. Not this time anyway…” At this, you growled. Confirming everything you and Din had suspected. Chuckling to himself, he continued “I’m here to make a deal with you.” Immediately your anger vanished at this, concern overtaking your whole body as you tensed. There’s only one thing he could possibly want from you…

The baby.

“I will never let you have him.” You were determined to stay strong, but the whimper you let out was pitiful. 

“No? Not even if I turned my control over to your husband? Made him suffer the way you did? Perhaps even kill him? And leave you all alone with the child instead?” Gasping, the clouds above reflected a blue hue. Your true emotions were on full display to the enemy. You were backed into a corner. Either he could kill you and expect Din to break, give him the baby or you could listen to what he has to say and let them both live. 

“...Fine. Please, leave the Mandalorian out of this.” It felt like you were begging, but in reality you knew you would do anything for Din. Even if it meant fighting for a warrior’s death.

“Very well. Next time you land, I will send a ship for you. You will find a way of escaping the Mandalorian...and bring yourself to me.” This proposition surprised you...he didn’t want you to bring the kid?

“Do this...and I will leave your husband and child alone...forever.”

Now why did he have to go and make it an offer you can’t refuse?

---

The unforgiving metal you were resting against made you want to cry. It was nothing like the beskar you were used to. Your body kept reminding you of all the differences between now and then. It was like a backwards game of spot the difference. Except this was much more dangerous. 

Moff Gideon no longer had a grip on your mind. That was only because he was standing in front of you...in person. 

Earlier you had woken to find Din happy that you were still alive. He was apprehensive yet grateful for the next day of life the Maker had gifted to you. You had managed to lie, telling him you felt so much better, before somehow convincing him to land the Razor Crest on a peaceful planet. One where you could get as much sunlight and fresh air as you wanted. 

It was all just a farce. An act. 

It hurt you so much to lie and betray your Riduur. It felt like you were going back on your vows. Throughout it all you reminded yourself, you were doing this for him and the child, to keep them safe for the rest of their lives. 

That all came crashing down when the ship collected you in the middle of that flower field. It stood out violently and you were certain Din had seen it as it came into land. 

This theory confirmed itself as you stepped aboard, turning back to spot your Riduur, the child in his arms as they both just stood there and watched. You could sense the horror behind their eyes as tears fell from yours. Mouthing the words that you were sorry, the doors shut and you flew away. 

It took all the strength you had not to fall onto your knees when you arrived, not in front of that much evil. He had already gotten what he wanted, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry as well. 

Now, he had you in this complicated contraption that was somehow a mix between a chair and a gurney. The metal, a bitter reminder of what you had given up and in exchange what you had received. 

It had only been a couple of hours, but the torture was relentless. Moff Gideon had put your mind through hell to see how far you could go before you snapped. He had the force, you knew that beforehand, yet you underestimated just how powerful he was. He didn’t want any information, he just wanted you to suffer.

No physical harm had come to you, but it felt like you were close to death. You were so tired and a myriad of dots danced before your eyes as you glanced around the room. It was a cell despite how many buttons and controls were placed on the walls. If Din could see you now you knew he would be horrified, you must’ve looked like a corpse. 

You weren’t dead yet. But you knew you were pretty close.

---

The sounds of a distant battle were the next thing that woke you. For a moment you thought you had finally succumbed to the darkness, all the hurt and pain had collapsed on top of you, forcing you to sleep. But a battle could only mean one of two things, either the rebellion was attacking the Imperial ship or…

Din was here.

Just the thought of your husband made you move to get out of the chair, pain screamed back at you in retaliation. It gave you a clear message, you weren’t going anywhere. 

But if Din was here, here for you and he might die trying to get to you. You sure as hell were going to fight for him. Even if it meant you were only going to see him one last time. 

Imperial soldiers were many things: treacherous, hypocrites and sometimes, if you were lucky, they were very stupid. Which is how you came across your tools stashed in your belt. They weren’t the kind of tools that were visible. No, these were lock picking tools that were hidden on purpose. 

It took a couple of minutes, thankfully no one came in to check on you at that time but finally, you were free. 

---

No guards were stationed outside your cell, which meant they must have been called away towards the fight. Din had been a part of many battles, but aboard an Imperial ship? You couldn’t begin to imagine how severely outnumbered he was. 

Limping down the endless hallways, you followed the sound of the fight. Knowing that at the other end of it was your husband, you only hoped that your limp wouldn’t keep you from a fatal mistake. This whole decision was a mistake, you knew that now. 

It was a trap Moff Gideon had set for you and you only.

Din’s grief was just an added bonus. 

Finally reaching the room of the fight, you discovered that all the soldiers had already been taken out. The only reason for that must’ve been a weapon of immense size and had enough ammo to take on an army. Well, in this case, it kind of did. The Razor Crest was parked at the other end of the hangar.

All that was left was Moff Gideon and Din Djarin in a vicious fist fight. 

...And Din was losing. 

You knew that if you didn’t act now, Din was going to get himself killed and all of this would’ve been for nothing. The only thought you had was that if this was going to happen, you wouldn’t want your mistake to take Din away from you in its wake. 

Limping into the hangar, Moff Gideon didn’t even notice your entrance as he held out a weapon you didn’t recognise. Not until he activated it at least. 

An ominous black blade shot out, made of light and outlined by a white glare. A darksaber.

Only hearing about them in stories from the past, you knew lightsabers were flashy but they were twice as deadly. They could kill you in an instant, cauterising wounds as soon as they were made. Din didn’t stand a chance, even with the beskar. None of his weapons matched the darksaber’s intensity. 

Launching forwards, the both of them clashed as Din used some sort of a shield. Part of the ship, you recognised. The sinister sorcerer retaliated, lashing out with the darksaber searing through the shield. By some miracle it held up. 

“HOW DARE YOU TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!” The sound of Din screaming out in pain scared you to the point where you thought he was dying, not you. 

“She came of her own free will, Djarin. To protect you!” Sneering down at him, you couldn’t help the strength that returned in the form of pure rage. 

“SHE WANTED TO PROTECT THE CHILD! FROM YOU! YOU-MONSTER!” He was so infinitely angry, he was blind to his actions. You were scared for him. Sprinting back towards Gideon, Mando attempted to bring part of the ship down on his head. It was a stupid act, a rare kind of mistake for the Mandalorian to do. 

Yet, he prevailed. 

In shock, Gideon let go of the saber. With it falling out of his grasp, it clattered to the floor. It was almost like the whole scene was taking place in slow motion before you. 

“I loved her...and you killed her. All for a child?” Din’s voice was broken, if all he did was look up right now, he would see that you were still alive. Broken in places, but alive and right in front of him. 

“I wasn’t after the child...not this time.” Moff Gideon panted in agony, blood gushing from a gash on his head. You could see that much. But now was your time to act, while his guard was down.

Three things happened in the next moment.

Firstly, whilst they were talking, Moff Gideon’s hand moved towards a blade he had hidden away in his robes, fully intending on driving through the space between the bottom of Din’s helmet and his neck. 

Secondly, you felt a deep and complicated feeling overtake you once more, causing you to reach out this time. Not fall to your knees in agony. Now was no longer the time for pain. You were a lion that had been kept in a cage, prodded and poked at. This time you would bare your fangs and lash out at your captors.

Thirdly, as Moff Gideon swiftly got to his feet, running at Din, the Mandalorian stumbled backwards in surprise causing him to trip over debri. 

In the moment he fell over, all he could do was watch as you drove the dark saber through Moff Gideon’s chest.

As you retracted the blade, a wet gargle left the man’s throat as he fell sideways. Revealing your worn and beaten from to your Riduur. 

Despite everything that had just happened, you were so happy to see him. 

Falling to your knees, you collapsed into his chest. 

“It’s over, it’s over. We’re finally safe.”

As you sobbed, you finally slipped away, in the arms of the man you loved.

---

Over a week later you awoke.

“Din?” This time your voice croaked from not using it. Not because you had been screaming in your sleep. 

“Cyare.” Turning to your side, you observed the scene before you.

You were all in a hut, the sound of children playing outside bringing an unexpected amount of normalcy. 

What gave you peace of mind that you were all well and truly safe was the sight right in front of you.

Din was dressed in simple clothes, a tunic and pants, no shoes and no helmet. His hair was freshly washed and had dried in the sun, letting his curls be shown freely to the world. He smiled down at you, immensely grateful you had woken.

As he made his way towards you, you grew aware of the warmth tucked into your side. Looking down you spotted the child curled on top of the blanket and you, fast asleep. 

“You’re awake.” He whispered, crouching down at your bedside. 

“I thank the Maker that I am. I wouldn't have missed this wonderful sight for the universe.” You joked, combing fingers through his hair. That was when you noticed the countless bandages winding up your arm, no, your arms. 

Noticing the light flicker in your eyes, Din explained what had happened.

“You were gravely wounded Cyar'ika. The healers said you were lucky to have pulled through at all.” Moving your hand to his cheek, you looked upon the face of the man you married.

“I’m here now. We’re free. We can...start our lives as a family, together.” Din beamed at this, his pearly teeth on full display as he leant down to kiss you, gingerly at first.

As the kiss deepened, you remembered how long it had really been since the two of you had shared any form of affection. Yet, something else popped up in the back of your mind.

“Din-wait.” Pushing him away, it pained you more than the wounds that littered your body. 

“What is it?” Confusion laced his features as his eyes flickered across yours.

“I think...I think I’m like the child. That was how I killed Moff Gideon...I used the force.” 

As you spoke these words into the air, it disturbed the peace you two had created in just a few short moments. Din Djarin turned his face, his eyes landing on the object that had been resting on a table for the past week, untouched. Sure, you two were free and about to start a new life all together. 

But now was the time you and the child would train.

Two Jedi and a Mandalorian. 

It sounded like the start to a bad joke.

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Mandoctober Day 17: Gunslinger

A/N: I’m not going to lie the last couple of days have been difficult for me to get through. I’ve admitted that after this I will take a break from writing but mainly because my birthday is a week after S2 drops and I think it will be a well deserved break for me. Thank you all for sticking by side during these trying times. 

This is the way. 

Molz

(this is obviously essentially how I imagine reader looking like this in my fic personally, so don’t worry about my interpretation messing with yours :))

It was quiet.

Deadly quiet.

You had been stuck in a tent in the middle of the desert for days on end...some kind of unique virus had gotten into your system...you ended up calling Greef Karga expecting him to arrive when you needed help. 

Which he did...essentially. 

Waking up around a week later was a scary experience. The one thing that ended up scaring you the most was the angry glint of beskar glaring right back at you. 

“Karga, she’s awake.” 

“Oh thank the stars above.”

---

It had been around two months since then…

But, the rest of the planet hadn’t been as lucky as you.

It hurt to know that the rest of the people that were going through the same illness that had coursed through your veins were dying. 

Why did common illnesses have to be so violently cruel?

It was unfair. 

You knew that more than anyone in the guild.

At least that’s what you originally thought.

Thankfully whilst you were in your mini coma Cara Dune had done all the washing, bathing and changing of clothes with the men standing guard outside until nightfall. 

It felt weird having people back in your life. 

It felt weird learning to trust again too. 

That was until you finally made it to the Razor Crest. 

Earning a Mandalorian’s trust was no easy feat after all. 

---

“...he likes you y’know.”

“The kid? He’s a huge softy I’m sure he likes everyone.” 

“Yeah...well, I’d like to think he gets that from his dad.”

Hearing Cara Dune call Mando a Dad for the first time awoke something in you. 

Call it what you want, Maternal extinct or fate. 

The fact that you hadn’t stopped travelling with the Mandalorian ever since told you otherwise. 

---

It was nearing around 6 months since the incident when you found yourself in a similar position as to how Mando found you. 

Half dead, yet still alive. 

It was a long and tedious process of nursing him back to health without breaking his Creed. You both learnt to keep a blindfold around your neck just in case of emergencies. 

When you suggested that for the first time, Din couldn’t help falling further in love with you.

Seeing someone he barely knew, only seeing flashes of in the past was a whole other strange experience when you get a frantic call from a friend. 

Karga described you as the closest thing he had to a daughter. 

Din couldn’t just stand by and let you go out like that. 

It was so not the way. 

---

2 months after that. You were starting to think maybe it would get around to another month before he would ever wake up. 

It was difficult and you had read somewhere that when someone was in a coma they could hear you despite the circumstances. 

So you put everything on the line. 

“...Din, I want you to know something...it’s not going to be easy for me to say or particularly easy for you to hear either but I need you to stay alive if not for me then please do it for the kid. He needs you more than anyone else...dare I say including me....I can’t do the whole parenting gig without you, I wasn’t built that way and somehow neither were you...God, I can’t talk to you like you’re already dead...this is so difficult Djarin.

I miss you...so much. 

I don’t care what comes next...I just want you to know how much I care...how much I love you.”

Despite the soggy tears that now littered your makeshift blindfold...it felt good to cry again. It felt good to finally speak those words even if he never woke again.

Which was why when you walked in the next morning you startled yourself by walking in on him shaving.

---

It was too late.

She had seen me.

In a way…I had broken my creed.

Do I regret it?

Not for a second…

“Hey there.” I smirked. 

Granted she did punch me but I’d like to think I deserved it after the hell I put her through.

“Don’t you ever do anything like that to me again Djarin you hear me.” She was crying again...god I hated it when she cried. 

“Y/N...I love you too.”

I’m not ashamed to say that I asked her to marry me that very night.

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Mandoctober Day 8: Enemy Sorcerer

A/N: I might make tomorrow’s prompt a part two to this...we’ll see.

In this one, let’s just pretend that a certain someone has the force (also I’m not entirely sure if it was confirmed or not that they do in one way or another so we’ll explore that in the next part XD)

This is for @leo-moon ‘s Mandoctober!

It started with a nightmare. The kind you forget as soon as you wake up. Dark tendrils unfurling in front of your memory, like a curtain that refused to budge. Escaping the dream was a long process, yet in reality it only took a few seconds for Din to wake you. 

“Cyare, please, wake up!” a helpless plea coupled with the voice you had grown to love was the welcome you needed into the land of the living. 

“What-what happened?” Coughing, you hadn’t even realized how dry your throat was. The soothing hand on your back helped, rubbing smooth circles repetitively. 

“You were whimpering in your sleep, I tried to sooth you out of the dream but you started to shout...I was scared for you sweet girl.” Finally looking upon Din’s face you saw the dried tear tracks on his face. Cupping his cheek, you leaned into a keldabe kiss. 

“I’m sorry Din...I don’t even remember what it was about.” Sighing into his mouth, you pecked his lips in reassurance. “...I wish I could talk about it.” Frustration laced your words with a reluctance to go back to sleep. Your Riduur’s next words put you at ease.

“I’ll be here for you always, please remember that.” With your mind fluttering back to your wedding vows, even before then you knew. Din Djarin, the Mandalorian, is your husband. He knew what he was committing to, you and only you for the rest of your lives. 

Trust was a huge part of relationships, not just romantic ones. That was where it had started between you and the bounty hunter. Even if it were just a single strand of trust, it grew over time and manifested into the partnership you shared today. 

“Always, riduur.” As you spoke these words into the night, Din swept a thumb across your cheek only to reveal that you had been crying as well. 

---

When morning came you chose to act as if the dream had never happened. Afterall, something you couldn’t remember couldn't affect you in any way? Right?

Oh you were so terribly wrong.

As you were walking about the Crest, tending to the child’s needs whilst Din piloted the ship, a deep yet complicated feeling started to bloom in the hollow of your chest. At first you thought it was just one of those random moments your body went through, something unexplainable but left no complications. That little voice shut up as the feeling started to grow. 

Falling to your knees, you took in a shuddering breath, it was as if someone had taken all rational thought away. You needed air, you needed to breathe. Ringing filled your ears causing you to fall deaf to the sound of Din’s boots as he dropped from the cockpit. 

“Cyare? Cyare! ...Y/N!!” Not even his voice could comfort you now. Tears flowed uncontrollably out of your eyes, a mimicry in comparison to the helpless noises that left your throat. Touch was a farcry of comfort as a hand laid across your back, skittering about cluelessly. 

“-Can’t...breathe!” A wheeze left you as you curled over in an effort to escape. What, you didn’t know. Your vision began to swirl before you, burning at the edges, it felt like you were falling. 

Down, down, down you went. 

As you passed out, you heard Din’s shouts quiet into a faint whisper, his voice morphing into one that filled you with dread. A figure walked through the window of your mind, one you hoped you never had to see again. Oh...but you had seen him, in your dream.

Moff Gideon.

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Hia! I really enjoy your work, and I was wondering if you had a masterlist if you don't could you possibly make one. You obviously don't have to if you don't want to, I was just wondering, again love your work, I wouldn't mind scrolling through your whole page if need be❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi this is so lovely if you actually go on my page there is a masterlist pinned at the top, i also use the #iwriteforthetincanman writes THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT! x Molz