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Ordinary Miracles (The Mandalorian x Reader)

(Almost done with another final thing so I am, of course, going to do something cute. Reader is gender neutral, also I made up a planet cause Marie Kondo said I could. GIF by @scifisblog)

Ordinary Miracles

The Mandalorian: Din Djarin x Reader

The Razor Crest sat at the top of a rocky outcrop overlooking a beach, the perfect place to be with the planet's climate being warm and sunny, and the need to stretch your limbs after the last hunt that your little three-personned group had embarked on six standard days ago.

Din's fingers moved across the dials, turning off the engines and other mechanical things as excited muffled whispers floated from the main hull up to his receptors, his helmet picking up on your rushed words and Grogu's squeals of joy as you made plans to go to the beach. He could hear the baby's giggles as your footsteps rang on the ship's floor, and he knew you must have been waiting for an opportunity for an outing like this on a warm, mild planet.

"Mando, are you coming? Day's not getting any younger, come on!" your voice echoed, playful impatience making him sigh behind his helmet in mock annoyance.

Finishing his last check, he climbed down the ladder to see you holding Grogu in one arm, and in the other holding a...basket of sorts. You were dressed in clothes for warmer weather, light and airy that looked as though it was vacation wear in its soft colours and entrancing patterns, but what caught his attention most was the smile on your face, warm and bright and raring to go.

"What's the rush?" he chuckled, helmet tilting towards the basket.

You waved a dismissive hand, laughing along. "Oh, you'll see, isn't that right, baby?" you cooed, the baby giggling as you tickled his chin.

Din shook his helmet, snickering as he watched you hurried off the ramp to get into the sun. He jogged right after you to keep up (and he too, missed the freedom of the air just a little bit), closing the ramp as he followed your path towards the beach.

The sand of the planet Krevis was not like the rough-textured grains of Tattooine, but softer spongey flakes that crumbled like snow that didn't melt. It was soft to the touch, and with water it made a solid flat that felt like volcanic pumice, but somehow spongey. Perfect for Grogu, who was already toying with the sand while you opened up the basket, setting up everything while keeping an eye on him.

Din watched you, a few paces behind, as you pulled out a cloth that looked like one of his old capes that you decided to somehow re-dye and repurpose, spreading the now peridot-green blanket atop the sand, then placing dishes from the basket to weigh the blanket down. You set up a small plate for Grogu, redirecting him from his little sand play to his plate, where you'd placed some berries and little meats and vegetable rations for him to enjoy, a display you took time in making. The child cooed at the food, already snapping up a berry you fed him, giggling as you warned him about the juice.

Din arrived in a moment, the jangle of his weapons alerting you he had come. He watched the display with amusement, seeing his little son enjoying his lunch.

"Here, Mando, there's a spot for you too," you called to him, scooting over as you patted the empty space next to you.

"You planned-" he began.

"A picnic? Why yes, yes I did" you chuckled, a hand on your chest clutching imaginary pearls, feigning haughtiness as he took a seat beside you, legs outstretched due to his greaves.

You took a cup from the basket, filling it with a yellow-looking liquid, before grabbing a mini-freezer unit, and using a spoon, scooped out some...frozen fruits into his cup, giving it a stir. You then added a small sprig of some herb, tearing up the tiny leaves and putting it into the glass, before using the spoon to press the leaves into the glass to bring out the flavour, it seemed. Din watched the fruit and herb bleed into the drink, creating a myriad of colours that looked like some nobleman's art collection he'd seen when he'd taken a bounty a decade ago. You seemed pleased with the concoction, before you took out a small pipe and placed it inside the drink, before handing it to him with a smile. "For you".

For him?

His confusion must have made itself known through the helmet, as you nodded once more and handed him the drink. "I know you can't drink without your helmet, so I added a straw; that way, you can sip the drink without moving the helmet, and it has the added benefit of not letting the fruity ice cubes freeze your lips" you joked.

His helmet tilted from your face to the drink in hand. You'd...made this...for him...and made sure he could enjoy it in public? It was quite...thoughtful of you, to ensure he could partake-

A sudden apprehension seemed to come over you, as you offered: "I-I can take it away if you don't want it, you don't have to if you don't want-"

"No, sorry, I- ah," he stammered, surprise still in him, "I'm just surprised. Thank you, I'd be glad to try it". That seemed to set you at ease, as you asked him to let you know how it tasted.

Taking the straw between his fingers, Din eased the small pipe under his helmet, locating it to his mouth and eventually wrapping his lips around the opening. He took a sip, cool liquid with bursting flavour settling on his tongue.

You were a Maker-damned artist.

The flavours all complimented one another, citrussy and sweet, the tang of a certain berry he couldn't recall on his tongue as the herb, he recognized you calling it 'lavendar', set a more floral warmth to the drink. He hastily drank in more, savouring the flavours.

You giggled, and he turned his helmet to you with the straw still in his mouth, a sight that sent more giggles from your lips, teeth starting to show in your mirth. He tilted his head in question. He looked so cute.

"I take it the drink was good? I, ah, I heard you gulping it down" you replied.

Din's face heated up in embarrassment. Was it that loud? Maker. He took the straw out of his mouth to speak, and to slow the kriff down. He nodded his assent.

"It was really good, I really liked it. Thank you".

You beamed at him, and for a moment he forgot the blunder he'd made earlier. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You keep drinking, and let me know if you want more, okay? I'm gonna go to the water with the kid" you told him, nodding in return to him before turning to the baby, who'd finished his food on his own and was now in your arms as he toddled towards the beach, fascinated by the water and spongy sand.

Din watched you coo to the baby, holding him in the air and settling him close to your chest a few times, making the small green thing laugh in excitement. You kicked off your footwear, bare feet in the sand as you made your way towards the blue-violet water, courtesy of the chemical builds of the sand.

You made a small sandcastle with the child, Din watching you both as you played in the sand, child and guardian laughing in harmony with the waves splashing against the shore. He watched as you both wrote things in the sand, made a small sandcastle and decorated it with some made shapes and shells, before you both walked to the water, just enough that only Grogu's feet got wet and there was no danger of the tide. You guided him to walk along the water, Grogu laughing as he seemed to play with the speedy waves on the spongy elevated rock that slowed the tide down into miniscule waves. You ran alongside him, ankles in the water, splashing and shielding him from deeper water. You took him in your arms again, holding him to you as you waded out into knee-deep water, holding Grogu as he reached into the ocean and caught a small tadpole wiggling about. He became sad when he dropped it, but soon caught another one, and this time he slurped it up without a thought, and Din laughed to himself as he heard you scold a warning to Grogu who seemed to giggle at your distress, especially when you turned back to the Mandalorian he called father and made an incredulous face, shaking your head as you kissed the child's ear.

Din took another sip of the drink, watching you both play once more before he nearly choked himself.

The sun haloed you, Grogu sharing in your light as you both smiled at each other, and Din couldn't hold back his small gasp at the image. You looked so soft, so...glorious, like you were a saint, of divine origin.

You were the epitome of sun-kissed beauty.

You turned back to him and smiled, pointing to him and waving as you suggested Grogu and you 'wave to daddy!'

Din nodded at you both, heart fit to burst from the beskar and jump into your waiting hands as he lost all thought except of you and the baby you both called yours.

He smiled to himself, and back to you under his helmet, basking in the warmth of your radiant smile and glowing soul, hoping that his actions spoke more than he could, lost in you both, lost in his aliit, and he hoped the Maker made you aware, or that he could make it known how much he loved you both, and he hoped you'd stay with him, his aliit, to the end of his days.

Mando'a words:

Aliit- Mando'a, meaning: family

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