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I'll take care of you

dark!Din Djarin x gn!reader

originally for Febuwhump 2024 Day 1 - helpless | Febuwhump masterlist

words: 882

summary: Din takes care of you after a head injury leaves you helpless.

warnings: dark, dark!Din, gaslighting, graphic descriptions of injury, restraints, manipulation, violence, no y/n, reader has hair of unspecified length and no other description

dividers by @saradika-graphics

It’s blurry. Everything, that is. You try to reach to rub your eyes, but the cuff jerks you still. 

Same shit, different day. You wish you’d start remembering faster when you wake up. 

The mornings you do wake up, that is. 

You know you’re missing days. It’s hard, with how the room spins, to keep track of anything. 

“Good morning, cyar’ika. How do you feel?” says the smooth baritone, like fresh caramel dripping onto a sundae. It’s a warm comfort.

Until it grows cold and hardens, that is. His hand shoots out and grips your jaw. “What have I said about answering me when I speak to you?” 

He’s quick to anger today. So you’ll likely be bed-bound again. 

“Sorry, cyare,” you mumble. Using the pet name placates him, and his hand relaxes but doesn’t leave you, gloved thumb brushing your bottom lip. 

You don’t even know if he’s flesh and bone. His cock would lead you to believe so, but the rest of him is cold metal, and they make good synthetics nowadays. 

You don’t want to ask. It’s something you’re sure you should know, and sometimes, the things you’ve forgotten upset him. You guess you’d be upset, too, if your spouse forgot you. 

“It’s okay. I know it’s hard when you’re still all scrambled.” He moves like he’s going to ruffle your hair, but all you feel is the grinding, bruising pain as his hand grips and jostles your head. 

He’s rustling with the restraints, and you try to tamp down any and all emotion. He says it’s okay, that it’s normal for you to have intense feelings, all things considered. 

But sometimes you seem to have the wrong feeling, and he doesn’t like that very much. 

Once your wrists are unhooked, he helps you to stand on trembling legs. Walking makes you so dizzy, so he always makes sure he can support you. 

That’s one thing you can’t deny despite the pain and forgetfulness. He’s so attentive while you’re helpless. He never leaves you to struggle. It’s obvious he’s a good husband—maybe even the romantic type, doting and considerate. 

He lets you use the fresher by yourself but helps you stand up and settle the tunic back down around your body. It’s the only clothing you have on. Other than thick wool socks with rubber grips, that is. He says it’s not safe to walk without them. 

You’re sad to be led back to bed, and it must show. 

“How about I stay for a while, and you can have a break from the cuffs?” he offers. 

It works, and you brighten up a little. “Thank you, Din.”

He still makes you sit in bed, but you can hardly be cross. He’s sitting with you and keeping you safe. 

After all, that’s how you got hurt in the first place, he said. Falling off the bed like a silly little thing and cracking your head. 

Your dreams recall it quite differently. When you do dream, he’s there too. But he’s bigger. Scarier. And so angry. So, so angry. 

You always wake up before your head collides with the wall. 

Here, in the waking world, he holds you against his cold steel body. You’re inclined again to think he’s flesh underneath as warmth radiates from the leather and duraweave between the plates. He’s reading to you softly from a datapad since it still makes your head hurt when you try.

Which means he’s right there against you when it happens. You sit up, clutching your forehead. 

“What’s wrong?” he says.

“I don’t know,” you say through a dry, tacky mouth. Your head is pounding, and when you look at him, so is your heart. Not with love, that is, but with terror.

It must be written across your face because he stiffens.

“Who are you?” you whisper.

“Cyar’ika,” he says carefully, raising both hands as if he means no harm. “You had an accident. You’ve had a severe head injury. Your memories keep coming and going.”

You’ve heard this before. You don’t believe him this time.

“You know me. I’m your husband, Din.”

You shake your head, wincing. “I want the truth.” Because what’s undeniable now is that it wasn’t a dream. This bulking beast of a man had cornered you in an alley behind the cantina after your shift. 

He sighs, but there’s a new placating lilt to his voice when he responds. “Fine,” he murmurs, standing up. He comes around the bed and you back into the wall. Trapped. 

“You want the truth?” he says, voice low and sultry. Smug. His hand comes up to brush your cheek. “You need me, cyar’ika. You were out there all alone and scared. No one to care for you. No one to protect you.”

“You kidnapped me.”

“Hardly,” he scoffs. “You’ve always been mine. You just didn’t know it. But now that we’re together…”

He reaches into the many pouches around his waist and surfaces with a small syringe, the overhead light glinting off the needle’s shiny point. 

“We can do this one of two ways, cyar’ika. You can be good and do as I say. Or,” and he wiggles the needle in the air. “I can make sure you’re good. Either way, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

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Warm Sand, Soft Hands

Summary: As you and Din try and help Mos Pelgo and the Tuskens against the Great Krayt Dragon, a split second decision from Din’s part might just change everything and leave you heartbroken. Heartbroken and furious.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Word count: 3,7k

Warnings: this one is quite angsty, plus a few descriptions of injuries (burns and blisters), but nothing further than that

Notes: okay, this is my first time ever posting on tumblr (other than a few reblogs, that is). I’ve only just gotten around to creating an account and I’m currently working on adding all of my already existing works on here. So I really hope you enjoy this! If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

This work is part of a series, but all of the parts can be read as standalone one-shots (they are posted in non-chronological order). Reader’s gender not specified.

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Din couldn’t possibly discern what was wrong with you. You had been quiet for the entirety of the ride, your hands loosely wrapped around his waist. On more than one occasion he'd had to hold tightly onto your forearms while going over a dune, otherwise you certainly would have been thrown off the speeder. While he knew you weren’t particularly fond of Tatooine, too many bad memories tarnishing the planet for you, you had been fine when you first landed.

Once the speeder came to a stop near the entrance to the sarlacc pit you quickly hopped off, barely looking at him, and turned to move towards Vanth. But Din was faster and quickly grabbed your wrist before you could take a single step. Damn those bounty hunter reflexes. 

“Is everything alright?” he said, almost reverently “You seem tense.”

Shaking your head you tried to ease him, and yourself, with a strained smile.

“It’s nothing, Mando. No need to worry.”

“You know I always worry.” that seemed to make your smile shift to a more genuine one.

“I just-” you sighed “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“About what?”

“This!” you opened your arms and gestured around you in frustration “all of this! Slaying a krayt dragon is madness!” your voice dropped almost to a whisper “That thing could kill us all.”

His heart clenched at the look of pure fear in your eyes. Yes, it was madness, it would probably get messy really quickly but he had to do this. Too many lives were at risk if they didn’t kill this dragon now.

“You know I hate this as much as you do” now he was the one to sigh  “but we need to do this. The whole town and the Tuskens are depending on us.”

A sad smile appeared on your face.

“I know.”

You nodded at him and went to walk away but he held you in place with a hand to your upper arm.

“I won’t let anything happen to you” his voice was soft, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing up and down your arm “I promise.”

You chuckled halfheartedly.

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

His thumb came to a halt mid rub as his heart skipped a beat. 

“Be careful out there, Mando.”

He gave your upper arm a light squeeze.

“You too, Cyar’ika.”

“How is that thing not dead?!” the Weequay bartender shouted over the deafening roar of the krayt dragon. The giant beast had managed to somehow dodge the explosion and crawled its way up a cliff. Sickly green acidic goo was projectiled from the creature’s stomach, getting a much better range than before.

“Oh, for kriff’s sake!” 

You knew from the moment you accepted Din’s (back then known as Mando) offer to be his live-in mechanic/nanny for The Child that this wouldn’t be a normal job. You just knew you would have to fend off bounty hunters, just like you had with Calican, and occasionally patch The Mandalorian up after a job gone wrong. But this certainly wasn’t on the job description. 

“I’m so asking Mando for a raise.” (not that you needed it, having him and the baby in your life was already payment enough on its own).

Out of the corner of your eye you could see two figures fly up towards the dragon. Din and Vanth landed on a slope and started shooting but even that didn’t work, as the dragon went back underground.

Disorientated, you, Tuskens and townsfolk started frantically looking around trying to predict where the dragon would pop up next. Turns out that was a little bit too close to where you were currently standing. You tried to fire your blaster at it but nothing seemed to work as it kept coming closer to you. You heard your name being shouted somewhere behind you.

“Get out of there!” Din’s modulated voice barely registered over the thumping of your heart on your ears. Sprinting away as the dragon came in your direction, you stumbled over your feet a safe distance away.

Suddenly it changed its course. It started crawling towards Din, Cobb and… a bunch of explosives tied up to a bantha.

“Smart, Mando. Very smart.”  

But your inner celebration was short lived. Din hit Cobb’s jetpack, making him fly away. But Din didn’t move; he wasn’t moving even as the dragon got closer and closer. In the few moments it took for you to realize what was happening and will your legs to start working again it was too late. 

Your feet felt glued to the ground. Your breath hitched and you felt as if your heart had stopped beating. Din’s plan had worked: the krayt dragon had devoured the bantha and with it, your Mandalorian.

You faintly heard someone screaming as the beast, seemingly satisfied, retreated back under the sand. It took you a few moments and two pairs of robe clad arms holding you back for you to realize you were the one screaming. Soft sand came in contact with the fabric of your trousers as your knees buckled.

It hurt. Maker, everything hurt. Your chest was on fire and you couldn’t inhale without being acutely aware of every particle of sand mixed with air as you tried to fill your lungs with oxygen. But it kriffing hurt. Something warm was running down your cheeks, blurring your vision and rolling off your chin and onto the sand. Tears. You were crying, sobbing, having witnessed your Mandalorian die a second time. 

The blood rushing in your ears almost led you to miss the distinct rumble of the krayt dragon re-emerging. Not again you thought. That thing already took too much from you, how was it not dead yet?

But then you saw something: as the dragon shot upwards something flew out of its mouth through an electrical storm, followed by the thing exploding up in flames. No, not something, someone. You squinted your eyes to try and get rid of the blur of tears against the harsh sun and realized… it was Din! He was alive and safe and very much not dead. 

As he landed before the dead dragon both the people from Mos Pelgo and the Tuskens started to congratulate and cheer for him. In that moment, the relief you felt just seconds ago from seeing he was okay suddenly shifted to a strange sense of embarrassment and anger. Your face burned in humiliation as you scolded yourself. Your tears previously born out of sorrow turned to ones of anger. Maker, you felt pathetic. Crying over a man who didn’t seem to give two bantha fodders about his own safety, about who he’d leave behind if he died or about you for all it seemed.

Getting off the ground you decided to give your- (No, he wasn’t yours to begin with) -the Mandalorian a piece of your mind.

He did it. He slayed a kriffing krayt dragon, a giant one at that. As his feet touched the ground he felt a small twinge of pride as the villagers cheered him on, but it was quickly snuffed out and replaced by relief. He only delivered the final blow afterall, it took a lot of combined effort from everyone to kill this thing, the people from Mos Pelgo, the Tuskens, Vanth, you… Maker, you were great out there. Well, you were always great, at least in his eyes, always making sure the kid was safe and protected. Where were you by the way? 

As he turned around in search of you he finally spotted you. But something wasn’t… quite right. You didn’t look happy or relieved, like he thought you would be. You looked downright pissed.

“Cyar’ika-”

The last thing he expected to happen was for you to shove him away from you. But his armor was still covered in stomach acid from the dragon and the moment your hands came in contact with his breastplate you pulled them away with a wail of agony.

“Cyar’ika, what are you doing?! Here let me-” as he took a step towards you and went to grab your hands in order to check them over you stumbled away from him.

“No!” you tucked your injured hands close to your chest “Don’t call me that!”

That made him freeze. He always called you that, ever since that fateful day in Nevarro, you were his cyar’ika. You may not have known what it meant but he knew you could easily guess it was something affectionate. 

“Are you kriffing stupid?!” you shouted at him, to which he stayed silent. “Why would you do that?! What were you thinking?”

“I saw an opportunity and decided to take it.” he mumbled after a moment, still a little uncertain about this whole interaction. 

You scoffed. That’s such a Mando thing to say.

“You jumped in the mouth of a Great Krayt Dragon, Mando!” you were practically shaking, vibrating with rage “You clearly didn’t think this through, did you?! Didn’t think about who you were leaving behind?”

He was about to retort, commenting on how he didn’t jump into its mouth, he was only holding the bantha and just happened to be in the way of its jaws when he saw it. Just a quick glimpse, barely there, but he managed to see it, his heart clenching as he realized what he was seeing. Beneath all the anger, the rage, was fear. The same look of unadulterated fear he saw on your face right before the fight began was back, and a lot stronger. Maker, he was so stupid, how could he be so dense? Of course you were scared, you just watched him die, again. It was the second time you thought he was dead in a too short period of time.

“I-I’m sorry, Cyar’ika, I-” you shook your head, your eyes turning misty and clouded, and walked away before you broke down in front of him.

Din felt something warm, uncomfortable and almost suffocating grow on his chest, crawling up his throat: it was guilt. He felt so guilty, he was trying to protect everyone, protect you, but he ended up hurting you in the process, after you specifically told him to be careful because you were worried about him. But no, he had to go and get himself eaten alive. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how you were feeling, first having left him to die (upon his request) in Nevarro and now this. He wanted to run after you, fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness, even if he felt like he didn’t deserve it, he would spend the rest of his days groveling if it came to it. But he knew you needed space.  

His inner struggle was interrupted by a hand being clapped down on his shoulder.

“Trouble in paradise?” he could smack Vanth’s smirk right off his face.

After having harvested the dragon for its meat (and one lucky tusken finding an incredibly large pearl in its guts) it was time for you to leave and go back to Mos Pelgo where you would be staying until morning (“Only someone with a deathwish crosses the Dune Sea at night, Din.” you had told him). He approached you oh so slowly as if you were a scared wild animal that would flee the moment he spoke too loud or too fast.

“Are you ready to go?”

You barely looked at him, the only indication you even heard him was a slight tilt of your head. Was that how most people felt when talking to him?

When you didn’t answer, he sighed. Sensing the overall discomfort, Vanth chimed in from where he was tidying his speeder (if you could even call the engine of a podracer that).

“You could ride with me.” he said, taking a look at Mando, but quickly turned to address you again “If you want.”

That didn’t sit right with Din. He wanted you to ride with him, so he could know you were safe. So he could keep you safe. But when you nodded, he could only sigh as he watched you climb behind Vanth and speed off. A sad coo sounded from the rucksack strapped to the back of his speeder, as the baby’s ears sagged pitifully.

“I know, kid.” he addressed the kid, who was confusedly staring at him “I kriffed up.”

Holding onto Vanth during the ride back proved to be nearly impossible. Ugly blisters had started forming on the angry red skin of your palms, making them really sensitive to the touch. The only solution you found was locking your wrists onto one another circled around Cobb’s waist, resulting in him having to ride very slowly so you wouldn’t get catapulted off the speeder.

The slower pace was quite a nice change from the usual deafening engine roar as you could actually hear yourself think for once. After riding for a few miles Vanth’s voice broke you out of your trance.

“I get that you care about him.”

You knew exactly who he was talking about.

“I do.” you sighed “What are you getting at, Vanth?”

A beat of silence followed before he spoke up again.

“He cares about you too, you know?”

You blinked once, twice before his words finally registered and you looked down at your lap. Only a couple of moments later you found the strength to answer.

“I know.” a bitter laugh escaped past your lips before you could stop it “That’s the whole problem, isn’t it?.”

“Come again?”

A sharp warm sting burned in your eyes but you refused to let the tears brimming in them spill over.

“He cares about me and the kid. A lot. But he doesn’t seem to care about himself in the slightest!” you protested frustrated “What does he think would happen to us if he’s gone? I would get stranded on this Maker forsaken planet, with no credits and a green magic baby to take care of!” 

He stayed silent for a second before speaking up softly.

“I don’t think those are the real reasons you are so upset over this.”

You swallowed your tears some more.

“How does he think it would feel if he… how I would feel if he did…”

You couldn’t say it. Die your brain filled in for you. Din’s had multiple close calls, more than any person should have to go through in their entire lifetime. You understood that his job came with its fair share of dangerous situations, and had even been there to witness some of them. But he didn’t need to jump headfirst into it like he did today. He didn’t get out of the way, even when the dragon was charging right at him. There would certainly be another shot at killing the beast, there would be another option, but he didn’t get out of the way. He was ready to die. And it wasn’t the first time. Back in Nevarro he was ready to sacrifice himself so the lot of you could escape through the tunnels. That had absolutely broken your heart, even if you hadn’t known him for long. You had never wanted to feel like that again. 

How could he possibly think you would be okay if he was gone? You finally had something good, the closest thing to a little family after so long on your own-

And then it hit you. Din wasn’t being reckless just for the sake of it; when he was originally traveling alone he would just do whatever it took to finish the job as quickly as possible to just get it over with and be done with it. He was so used to traveling on his own, to being alone, that he often forgot that there were people who cared about him now. Maker, you felt so stupid; while you originally meant it as an angry insult, you quickly realized that he indeed did not think how you would feel if he died.

A deep feeling of shame started crawling up your chest and constricting your throat. Feeling childish for your outburst and angry at yourself for not seeing it sooner, while still feeling upset over thinking he was gone for good this time. You overreacted, you told yourself, and guilt was threatening to consume you whole. How were you going to face Din again? He probably thought you were just a pathetic, whining child, exactly how you felt right now. The pain on your hands didn’t feel so bad now with the way your heart was clenching painfully tight on your chest.

So absorbed in your own spiraling guilt you didn’t realize Cobb had already parked the speeder in front of the cantina back in town. Swinging a leg over the side of the vehicle, he hopped off but before walking away he gently grabbed your wrists, wary of your injured hands.

“He just did what he did to protect us. To protect you.”

And that was the nail on the coffing of your shame and guilt. The tears you were so desperately trying to hold back started cascading down your cheeks, a sob lodged in your lungs. Getting out of the speeder as fast as you could without toppling over in the sand you quickly ran inside the cantina and up the stairs towards the small room you were sharing with Din. In your haste to get to your room and under the covers you didn't even notice the black visor of a helmet staring your way from the bar.  

Finally in the safety of your shared room you leaned heavily back against the door at last acknowledging the turmoil of emotions swimming in your head and in your heart. While finally letting yourself cry freely, you couldn’t give in completely to the sobs that wanted so desperately to fly up your throat as anyone could hear it from downstairs. Instead, you felt yourself slide against the door and onto the ground, shoulders shaking and head tucked between your bent knees. 

After what felt like hours you heard a hesitant, almost silent knock on the door you're still slumped against. Your head was pounding from holding back sobs and you didn’t feel like speaking to anyone but that would be just downright rude. Getting up and swiping across your cheeks to get rid of the evidence of your despair, even though your tears had already dried, you opened the door, instantly regretting it.

Mando’s helmet was unreadable as he stared at you, his visor giving nothing away. Opening the door wider and stepping back into the room you allowed him in, but you kept your back to him. You heard the door close softly behind him and his boots coming further into the room, followed by a shuffling sound, as if he was going through his things. Or maybe he was going through your things. Oh, Maker, was he packing your stuff? Was he going to kick you out? Would he really-

“Let me look at your hands.” his stern yet soft voice cut through your inner rambling. Out of all the things he could have said, that was the last one you were expecting, prompting you to turn your body sideways and glance at him out of the corner of your eyes.

“What?”

“Let me take a look at your hands, Cyar’ika.” turning fully towards him you caught a glimpse of a medkit clutched in his hands and a wave of relief washed over you. Nodding, you sat at the edge of the bed and waited for him to start assessing your injuries. He knelt down in front of you, gingerly grabbing your hands, holding them in his own, palms facing up. A small hiss escaped from his modulator as he pulled out a bottle of bacta spray to apply over the blisters.

He was handling you with such care that it made you feel guilty all over again. You couldn’t look him in the visor, choosing instead to keep your gaze fixed on his gloved hands. The cooling sensation of the bacta was wonderful against your palms, but did nothing to soothe the ache in your heart. He was being so gentle, why was he being gentle?

Din kept working on your hands, hoping to start fixing some of his faults. A sudden whimper made his head snap up so quickly it almost gave him a whiplash. 

“I’m sorry.” you whispered. Although you wouldn’t look directly at him, he could see the trail of crystalline tears falling down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, Din, I’m so sorry!” he could hear the desperation in your voice.

“What for, Cyar’ika?” he asked in the gentlest voice he could muster, the one he often used when talking to the kid. 

“I-I was so rude to you a-and-'' your hiccups cut right through him, as he realized you blamed yourself for whatever your mind had conjured.

“No, Cyar’ika, no.” he shook his head and gently brought your hands close to his chest, almost tucked under his chin “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“B-but-”

“No buts. You didn’t do anything wrong.” oh how he wished he could kiss each and every one of your knuckles right now “If anything I should be the one apologizing, I was the one who made you worry.”

His words brought a small smile to your tired face. He stood up and brought your trembling frame into his arms, your face tucked safely into the beskar of his breastplate as you finally allowed yourself to fully cry.

“I just-” you sobbed before whispering the next sentence, which promptly broke his heart in a million tiny pieces “I don’t want to lose you.”

He shook his head. 

“You won’t” he whispered back “I promise. Ni ceta, Cyar’ika. Ni ceta.” he felt like he could cry as well.

Din laid his head on top of yours, gently whispering “I’m sorry.” over and over. 

As you slowly calmed down, you nuzzled further into his arms. Thinking with a clearer head made you realize that, while dangerous situations like the one you faced today would continue to happen, he would always come back to you, and you would always find a safe place in his arms at the end of the day. Now he had something worth coming home to.

Bonus: *gasp* “Where’s the kid?” “With Vanth at the bar.” *stare* *sigh* “Which thinking about it now doesn’t sound like a great idea at all.” *giggle*

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So I’ve seen some Hades!Din x readers and those are so elegantly written, what if it’s an Apollo!Din x reader? He just reminds me of the sun…so warm and beautiful… mmm ☺️

Apollo-esque!Din Djarin x gn!Reader

Tags/warnings: (No rating restrictions) not really any character description just that Din is larger, use of you/your, they have a child (sorry hope that’s okay), fluffffff, no helmet is a-okay in this AU

AN: again I truthfully dont know a lot about this topic or subject (Apollo), so I researched some stuff and I hope this suffices. I didn’t have an idea that Jumped out to me, so I just started writing and I ended with a hybrid mandalorian/modern but also not? God!Din that resembles Apollo lol. I’ve never written anything like this before, so it was a little of a challenge.

Inbox is OPEN! Ask away 😊

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As you sit in a chair in front of your window, gazing out at the pond,the blades of grass swaying in the wind. Your eyes shift to your lover outside, and watch as Din tends to the cattle, giving them loving pats as he replenishes their water and hay. You smile, your hand resting on your child’s head that’s slumped on your chest.

As you watch you can’t help but remember the past.

Many years ago , after the fall of your covert only one man was able to assist, only one man was able to help relocate you. He was single handedly able to save your people from destruction.

He stayed and helped rebuild. He became one of the people. He became the leader of the people.

He was light incarnate.

Din Djarin was a modern day God, literally.

He was magnificent, and you loved him. Immensely.

Din Djarin wasn’t a small man, he towered over you. Not to mention he had a larger than life presence.

‘He reminds you of the sun itself. So…warm, so beautiful.’

He has a fluffy, tousled head of brown hair. Deep brown eyes that perfectly reflected the suns light, they expressed everything to you that his words couldn’t. A large nose, a dusting of facial hair, and plump lips adorned his strong face.

He wore a golden baskar headband, a remnant you think, of his past life. It perfectly fit his forehead, the shape of it coming down towards the bridge of his nose, a perfect T shape. It has a simple line of silver running through the middle of it.

Strapped to his utility belt was a blindingly bright golden baskar sword, you swear it emits literal warmth of the sun. He often was dressed in his armor, but unlike its gold counterparts was a polished silver.

When you were with him, he often told you of his life. He had a lot of darkness inside him, you knew. He has told you of his twin sister, of her death. Tales of the battles he’s lived through, of the people he’s helped.

You will admit he is astounding, but rather arrogant. Although to you, his actions speak more than his attitude. Clearly he deeply cares about helping the people, not just the praise or the scarce rewards.

His power is intimidating.

He had been elected the King, nicknamed “Averter of Evil.”

And he was.

He was the protector, he had helped you and your people more times than you know.

You had fallen in love, slowly, but did nevertheless.

Slowly the people moved on, and you and Din had also. You’d moved to a planet rich in soil, you’d settled. Now living off the land, carrying for cattle. You’d planted an expansive garden.

You have a child together.

Your thoughts come back to you as Din walks in the door, stomping his boots against the mat before stepping over the threshold. You turn your head towards him, a warm smile gracing your features.

You laugh to yourself sometimes thinking about your lover. A god, with true power, doing such mundane things. And happily, you might add.

“Hello love.” He says as he makes his way quietly towards you and your child. His hand settled over his sims head, spanning the entire length of it.

Of all the rumors you’ve heard of the gods, their wrath, their unpleasantness. Din never ceases to amaze you, he seems so different. But sometimes you think, could it be that he has lived so long he has finally come to realize what’s important.

“Hi.” You say lovingly, as he leans down to plant a kiss to your waiting lips.

“How is he?” He asks as he moves to your little kitchen to clean his hands.

“Better.” You whisper, leaning down to place a soft kiss against your child’s sweaty forehead. He had been under the weather, a fever. A simple virus. Din could heal him, but you’ve both agreed that when it is a simple sickness you’d let him ride it out, as long as he was in no danger. “He’s exhausted.”

“No surprise.” Din says quietly, returning to you. He leans down and arranges your son into his arms. “I’m going to put him in bed.” You simply nodded.

You can’t imagine your life in any other way now, Din has effectively come in and joined your life course. Before you flew alone, soaring through the vast emptiness of space, then his soul had twined with yours. You spun together now, your paths the same. You both believe the maker had blessed your union, giving you the gift of immortality.

When he returns he stands in front of you, reaching a hand out to you. You smile warmly, grasping it. He lifts you up to your feet.

“Dance with me,” He states simply.

“Okay.” You say.

And you do. Your head on his shoulder, as you sway.

“I love you.” He says gruffly.

“I love you too Din.”

#idk what this is tbh #din djarin x you #god!din djarin x reader #apollo!din #Apollo!din x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mando x gn!reader

[dyhayc]

Dream Or Reality?

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader (Fluff)

Summary: You accidentally fall asleep while waiting for the mandalorian to return

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: I just noticed that I have 150 followers! Thank you so much for the support, I really appreciate it! I know this oneshot isn’t ST related, like most of you followed me for, but I wanted to take a little break from Eddie content so I don’t get burned out or anything.

I reread some of my old ideas and decided to write something for Mando. This is technically a prequel to a different oneshot (which is why there are hints at a deeper plot), but I never finished it. Maybe I’ll write the rest sometime later, I really love the concept so I think it will be fun!

Btw, I usually check my stuff with grammarly after proofreading, but this time I only proofread it. Hopefully it’s not too bad lol

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It’s dark. Too dark. You’ve been sitting for hours in the pitch-black of the cargo hold, staring emptily at the small blinking red, green, and blue lights of the control panels. Your vision is blurring, the colours are melding into one. How long have you been sitting here? How long has it been since the sun has set? How long has he been late? He’s never lied, at least not to you, why would he lie about when he’d come back? He’d commed you earlier; you remember his words exactly.

“I’ll be back before nightfall.”

Simple, precise, concise. He always says so little, but there’s no reason to fluff your conversations. An employer and an employee. You get enough information to do your job, anything else is a bonus, a treat. Like when he’d complimented your knot-tying skills. Something small and unforgettable to someone else, yet something that you had held onto for weeks. You’re so used to having nothing that you scarf down small scraps of attention like they’re your last meal.

Waiting for him to come back is never easy, so many things can go wrong on a job. He’s the best, you know he’s the best. He’s heavily armed, he’s vigilant, he’s quick, he’s adept, he’s capable. You could list hundreds of things he is, but it does little to quell the fear that lingers in your gut. Because, above all things, he is human. He can be hurt, or surprised, or overpowered, or tricked.

You’ve already been on edge. In your eight months of work, this is the longest hunt you’ve ever experienced. Typically, you’d stay on a planet for a few days, sometimes a week if the bounty is especially elusive, but you’ve been here for three weeks. There’s an unsettling feeling that you can’t escape; old, buried memories that scream at you to heed their warning: staying in one place too long is dangerous, fatal. You’d learned that lesson as a child.

The child. A part of your job you weren’t expecting. When you joined, there was no baby, just you and he. He’s lucky you’re comfortable caring for an infant, especially one who has decided to rebel. It seems the same scenery and lack of the mandalorian has angered the small boy. His frustrations manifest in temper tantrums, refusal to eat, throwing small items with his ability, and more. He’s even bit your finger on a few occasions.

You’ve tried your best, truly, but you aren’t his father. You can’t compare. The best you can do is let the child listen to his voice when he calls, occasionally allowing him to babble into your mic as if they’re having a conversation. These moments are small, yet, again, you clutch onto them as if they’re precious, invaluable. These moments are so intimate, it feels like you’re a family. These kinds of thoughts are always pushed into the deepest depths of your mind. You’re an employee, he’s your employer. There are more important things to do than fawn over a man.

Important things, such as the changes you’ve made to the Razor Crest. Cargo has been rearranged to save fuel and allow the ship to fly faster, wires have been detangled and redone to increase electricity efficiency, damaged panels on the outside have been replaced to make the ship more aerodynamic. You will admit, it was nice to be able to make changes without him silently watching, presumably judging you behind the cover of the helmet.

It was the end of the first week when you’d started to feel lonely. By the end of the second week you’d run out of things to do, repeating the same tasks over and over again just to feel like you were contributing something. At the end of the third week, you’d give anything to have the mandalorian silently watch you from afar, even if it turned out he was judging you from behind the helmet.

Early on, you’d learned that it isn’t the things he says that matter, but rather the things he does. He could call the child a womp rat all day, but those words are meaningless when he holds the boy up like he’s the most precious star in the sky. He can make teasing comments about your strict organization, but you see the appreciation when he stands in the cargo hold, subconsciously nodding his head as he surveys the work you’ve done for the day.

Over the months, you’ve gotten better at reading his body language. You lie to yourself that it’s out of necessity, that you need to understand his intent to be able to work under him, but you know deep down that you have such an in-depth understanding because of how much you watch him. You’re not sure if he’s noticed or not. He’d be blind not to see it, but he hasn’t said anything to you about your embarrassing habits.

All of this internal turmoil because of a crush. A juvenile, stupid, ridiculous crush. You feel terribly about your emotions. It’s so far from professional, which is what you both are. An employer and an employee, not friends, not lovers. There’s no room for love or living. Both of you have dedicated yourselves to the hunt, there’s no turning back.

Yet, here you are. Staring at small blinking lights in the dark, struggling to keep your eyes open so you can see him arrive, so you can see if he’s alive, if he’s hurt. Forcing your head to turn, you check on the baby. He’s sleeping soundly in his hammock. Maker, you wish it could be you. You’re too cold, too uncomfortable, and too worried for the safety of your companion to sleep.

Gripping the edges of your blanket, you pull it tighter around your shoulders, sinking into the soft fabric. Falling asleep has always been difficult for you, but it’s even harder when you’re covered in the itchy old scraps of cloth the mandalorian calls blankets. You’d spent a good sum of credits on your blanket, but it had been well worth the price. The warmth from your body is trapped inside the cocoon you’ve created, and you can feel yourself nodding off. You’re trapped in an odd limbo, not fully awake, but not asleep either.

You open your eyes. When did you close them? It takes a few seconds, but you realize you’ve dropped your tooka plush on the ground. You pick up Spectre and hold her up to look at the detailing on her face. He had bought the stuffed animal for the child, but the kid was terrified of it. Neither of you knew why he had such an exaggerated reaction to the toy, but you were happy to take her. You’d named her Spectre because the kid had reacted like he’d seen a ghost, you thought it was funny but the mandalorian had seemed less than impressed. He’s always short on humour, though.

Leaning your head against the cold wall, you pull her to your chest. Her fur is soft and long, when you thread your fingers through it, you feel how delicate the strands are. Trying to stare at the patterns on her back is hard, your vision too blurry to see anything regardless of how close or far the item is. Closing your eyes, you decide that you’ll just rest them for a second. Your vision will improve if you give your eyes a break.

Soft skin consumes your senses. The feeling of a hand brushing against the side of your face. The movement is gentle and soothing, it lulls you further into your dreams. Dreams. It’s not a dream. Panic courses through your veins as you sit up blindly, prepared to fight to protect the child. Your vision is blurry from sleep, but you see enough to instantly calm down. Silver helmet, reflective visor. The rest of his armour is gone, and you pinch your brows confused. When had he returned? Where are his armour and gloves?

…no gloves? Suddenly, you realize he was touching you with bare skin. Barely able to comprehend what’s happening, your mind rushes to ask him multiple questions, but in your sleepy state they’re all reduced to an incoherent mumble of, “gloves?” He chuckles, modulator crackling as it affects his voice. The sound makes your heart pound, he’s really back!

“‘M sorry, cyar’ika,” he whispers, again brushing his knuckles across your cheekbone, “didn’t mean to wake you.” Cyar’ika? You’ve never heard that word before. Are you losing your mind? Is this real? Are you even awake right now? You flutter your eyelashes rapidly in an attempt to blink away the sleep.

Spectre rests in the crook of your arm as you bring your hands up to rub your eyes. Murmuring, you slur your words, “S’okay?” You don’t intend for it to sound like a question, but you’re still half-asleep and convinced you’re dreaming.

“You need sleep,” he comments, observing your sluggish and confused behaviour. He moves to pick you up, and you go limp against his chest expecting he’ll take you to your little “room” on the opposite side of the hold. Instead, he moves you further into his bunk and follows, shutting the door. Both of you are engulfed in darkness. It’s disorienting, and you swear the room is swaying around you.

Your eyes are still struggling to adjust to the dark as you swivel your head in a lame attempt to understand your surroundings. His hand on your shoulder halts your movements. He puts gentle pressure until you’re fully on your side, still wrapped in your blanket cocoon. This is the most uncomfortable bed I’ve ever laid in, is your immediate reaction, your thoughts unfiltered due to lack of sleep, no wonder he has back issues. Maker. 

It’s not all bad, though. The space gets warmer and warmer, so you know he’s laying down too. There have been very few times you’ve experienced this, but he’s like a heater. His body heat radiates far when he’s not wearing all the armour. Not to mention, the limited space means you’re both touching, no matter how much you shift around. Just as you’re drifting off, you feel an arm drape over your waist and pull you closer. The warmth makes you feel fuzzy inside. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes up to see if you’re imagining things, it doesn’t work; you’re asleep.

The next morning, you wake up alone, save for the child. You can’t help but wonder, was that real or was it just a dream?

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[thefrogdalorian]

Dincember Day 5: Cold

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

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

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am,” Din huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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[roguetonorth]

Fix you

summary: you've been having a hard time dealing with your own thoughts, but your mandalorian lover never fails to kiss it better.

warnings: hurt/comfort, reader and their bad thoughts, fluff, din being a lovey dovey and lots of kissing

pairing: din djarin x reader

word count: 2534k

a/n: this had been sitting on my notes app for a decade and i decided i might as well drop it here idk what it is i was just depressed and yearning

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When your mandalorian noticed it, he had been fully dressed, armor and all. His weapons had been tied up to his holster and he had a flashing puck in his gloved hand, ready for his next hunt. 

you had been sitting on the edge of the little bunk din called a bed, dangling your feet and staring at your hands in your lap in the barely dim light of the hull that crept inside. It was too early for you to be awake, which meant you hadn’t had sleep at all. 

The thought of it is enough to make din’s heart clench and he abandons his helmet on a cargo box and walks over to where you were, kneeling between your knees and looking up to study your face. Still, you don't acknowledge him at all, so he places a hand on your calf.  

“cyar’ika,” he calls you softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. “It’s too early yet.” din tells you, pure concern evident in his voice. you quietly hum in response, gaze avoidant of his pleading one.  

Din drops his head to rest against your thigh and he stays there with you for a few moments, waiting for you to say something. When you don’t, you hear his defeated sigh as he gets up and leaves you with a little kiss to your hairline, ascending to the cockpit. 

When your mandalorian comes back, he sees the door of the bunk shut and no sign of you nearby. The only tell that you’re still in the ship is the small sniffle he hears coming from inside. That’s when he decided he wasn’t going to leave you today. 

but still, as the day went by it’s like he had. 

You’d swallow hard, hands fumbling meaninglessly by the pages of your little journal or with your belongings— literally anything that kept you busy and distracted from your own mind.

You didn't snap, you didn't stomp feet around, you didn't do anything at all. But din knew. He knew the way your eyes locked on inanimate things but didn't actually see it, the same fog that blurred your mind seeming to creep into your sight as you busied yourself with mild tasks on autopilot. 

The silence on the ship is ever too loud without your jokes and giggles and your mandalorian is way too helpless without your stolen glances and little touches. He hated seeing you like this, wandering around and avoiding his gaze constantly yet just out of instinct, locking yourself in your mind and hiding your watery eyes from him.  But you were aware that he knew, aware of his confused glances dancing over your figure all day. 

the sun had been down for a few hours now, and you caught din’s ever so expressive eyes on you again through the fresher’s small mirror. But this time, you don't draw your eyes away from him or from the small sweet smile he held for you and for you only.

You were almost caught off guard when he actually acted on his thoughts, his arms coming to cross over your torso and pulling your back flush against his chest. 

He doesn't say anything, just holds you close in his firm grasp with so much tenderness like he knew he was the only thing that held the pieces of you together. 

You don't dare to meet his eyes again in the mirror in front of you, your gaze falling to watch his arms folded over your stomach in a protective and comforting manner. 

It takes everything to let your eyes truly meet his chocolate gaze, because you know he'll read right through them just as you can see through his. But all you find in them is worry, care draped with love, the softness he holds you with dripping from them and bleeding comfort  onto your skin. 

The notch on his brow disappears the slightest as he welcomes your gaze on his. 

"Hey,," Din says softly. 

So softly that it would have ripped the pent up pain you trapped in your chest for so long now. Your heart aches as you let yourself weigh on him, his stubble tickling softly your shoulder when you reply in a cracked voice that doesn't even sound like yourself, "Hi." 

He keeps your eyes in the mirror, squeezing your waist even tighter. There's a questioning flick in his gaze, you notice, the same one he sustained all day, he wants to know what's happening. But more than that there is understanding as he just stays there, his breath fanning over your cold skin as you bask in his warmth despite the forming lump in your throat the longer you look in his eyes. You tear your gaze away from his, your vision blurring with tears you refuse to set free. 

Din lets out a sigh, not one of annoyance but one of uttermost care, the pain you drown yourself in drowning him too. And that only added to said pain, because you didn't  want to drag din to the dark pit you were in, specially because you didn't even know what caused this. You hardly thought there was a reason to. 

But din didn't care, your din didn't care even if that meant you needed distance from him. All he cared about was that you were okay. 

He watches you in the mirror, ever the most beautiful thing he'd seen even as a stray tear rolls down to stain your shirt, letting his hold on you loose a bit as he presses a quick and tender kiss to the nape of your neck. 

"Do you want me to leave?" He asks with a soft whisper. 

You suck in a breath, hands desperately pressing his arms back into place as a hurried "No." leaves your lips. You knew there was no point on pushing him away

Din smiles a little, tightening his grasp on you again and making you feel safe in the way only he could, "Okay." 

He lets his eyes flutter closed as he sees you do the same, nudging his nose in your hair and breathing you in as if you were the first oxygen molecule he'd had in days. He never lets go of you, not even as your breaths even out and you try to reach for his face over your shoulder, he'd never let go of you until you told him to. He looks over at you as he drops his face to yours, the crevice of his nose dovetailed with yours, a cracked smile of yours stealing his heart despite your heavy eyelids and set jaw. 

"Do you want to talk?" He asks unsurely, not wanting to push you but extremely eager to help you feel better.

You only shake your head no, your heart sinking upon denying his tender offer. And he waits again, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he waits for you to open up in your own time. 

"I just," you sigh loudly, tired of your own bullshit and asking yourself how wasn't he, how and why the hell was he still with you here, "I just need to stop thinking." 

"It's okay," he murmurs right below your ear, his eyes meeting yours with the same warm, welcome and home-like gaze, "I've got you." Din holds you a little tighter, almost swaying with you in his arms in a comforting motion. 

You let yourself sink on him. drown in his scent and in his soft hold, ignoring the fact that you don't deserve this, that you don't deserve him and actually allowing yourself to accept the care it pained him not to give it to you. 

"I want to help you, cyare." He says, the concern still as present in his voice and eyes as you turn around to face him, his hands rubbing soothingly on your back. 

You close your eyes shut, nodding with your face buried in his neck. He smells like musk, spice and something sweet impossibly and uniquely like him. the haze his strong adoration and love inflicts upon you is like a sedative, working so easily into your chaotic mind that you feel like you’re asleep in his arms.

You barely acknowledge him bringing you to the cot and laying you down gently on your shared bed, complying eagerly on holding onto you once again as you make grabby hands motion to him. 

he lays down on you, his weight like a rock pining you in place under his care and his love. His arms are on your back, under your shirt warming your skin. His nose tracing your jawline, his brow furrowed like he'd break his own heart to fix yours. Maker knows he would do it without giving it a thought.

You just let him drown on you, your hand cradling his hair and toying with his curls and you can't help but to smile softly like he always caused you to. 

Din's heart skips a beat as he sees your smile for the first time today, and it only spurs him on as he starts pressing soft butterfly kisses on your neck. 

You release a soft breath, almost like a giggle when he sticks to a little spot below your jaw, softly kissing tenderly one more of his promises onto your skin, one that he'd always care for you in every way he could. 

It tugs your heart lighter and a small smile crosses your lips, "what are you doing?" 

din smiles too, parting from the crook of your neck to look at your eyes, "i miss your smile cyar'ika," 

Though you do hold a smile for him right now, you feel bad for the way you pushed yourself away from him, building an emotional barrier between the two of you for practically the whole day. 

"I'm sorry," you begin, drawing your eyes away from his, "i shouldn't have shut you out like that, I— I'm, I'm sorry, i—" 

"Hey," he cuts you off gently, his call barely a whisper, "it's okay, we're okay." din reassures you, shifting from your side to hover over you, the broad expanse of his shoulders blocking part of the light coming from the little panel by the door. "I understand that you need space, I'm not upset," the sound of his voice caresses your heart and soothes your mind, especially when he leans in to press a kiss to your temple, then to your cheek, "just want you to be okay.” 

You heart warms up in your chest because you know every word din says is whole heartdly meant.

"I know." The tone of your voice is still a little dull from spending so much time without saying anything and it does nothing to convey the immense gratitude you feel for din.

Din, the man who would go across the galaxy out of his way to buy you mundane little things you liked or wanted  without you even asking. Din, the mandalorian bounty hunter who'd slaughter anywone who dared to look at you the wrong way but still would turn himself to a puddle just from seeing you smile or hearing your voice. Din, who gave you everything he had and everything he is, yet would never ask for anything in return.

The metal door you stare at turns blurry and you reach your arms out around dins neck, squeezing him closer as if you wanted him to merge into your form more than humanly possible. He basks in your action, letting out a content sigh and sneaking a hand up your back, fingers grazing up your spine to slip into the back of your neck and into your hair.

You lean onto his touch, unable to focus on anything else but din and the soft scratch of his stubble on your skin as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

The smile you hold for him grows a bit wider as his lips ghost a gentle peck over yours, sweet and soft like a silky warm blanket that could keep you warm even in the coldest planet in the galaxy. Din kisses you again, but this time his lips move against yours tenderly and achingly slow. It brings back the butterflies that dance in your stomach and wander over to heat your cheeks like it happens everytime din kisses you like this.

You reach a hand to touch his cheek, encouraging him to deepen the kiss as you do part your lips for him as well. You sigh into his mouth as you feel his tongue slide against yours and his limbs tangled with yours weigh on your more heavily. You kiss him deeply and passionately, moving your hands to splay over his soft curls and over his back.

The only second you and din part from each other is when he moves you, pulling your waist flush against his and sliding his hand over the length of your leg to urge your to wrap it around him.

And then he's back on you, kissing you like both of your lives depend on it. And he does it so tenderly, you almost believe if you part from him ever again even for a second you'll die. 

Din's movements grow hungrier but he stays soft and slow, lips nothing but gentle bliss against yours breathing in your small sighs and hums along with his own. You release a giggle between kisses, which causes din to stop and look at you with wide, warm brown eyes.

"What?" He asks, mirroring your own smile as some of his mussed curls fall over his forehead to make him look even cuter and you giggle again.

"You make me happy," you tell him, not bothered at all by the simplicity of the confession since the feeling is genuine as it can be, "Especially when you start doing this."

din's eyes lit up and his small smile grows smug, "doing what?" you can hear the teasing in his voice he drapes with innocence and you can even feel it as his mouth meets your again, tongue licking into yours like he needed you more than he needed oxygen, "this?"

the last word comes muffled by your kiss, and you don't stop him even as you smile into it, only giving in for a little while longer to feel his careful haze to be enveloped in the love of the man the galaxy gifted you with.

As the both of you comply into your need to breathe, Din's forehead falls to rest against yours and his heavy breaths fall over your lips and you know he's in tune with you and always will be.

You hum contently against his lips as he presses a final, slow and soft kiss to yours, sealing the promise that despite it all he'll be there to fix you.

And even if he's not able to, he'll still want you, broken pieces and all.

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[drawingdroid]

To be taken care of

Pairing: Din Djarin x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Spotchka makes Mando show his desire to take care of you.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Bounty Hunter!Reader, soft!Din, set before Season One, smut!!!, little plot for context, but also FLUFF!, v fingering, no gendered words used, no y/n, alcohol, dirty talk, drunk sex, hint of praise kink, mirror kink, feelings???, reader is clueless about them tho, kind of sinful use of the helmet sorry armorer!

A/N: Hi!!! This is the first time I’m writing for this fandom OMG. I have little experience writing fics and I’m not 100% happy about this, but hey I had fun while typing smut at work! Also English is not my mother tongue and I have no Beta only Grammarly, although I edited this thoroughly, so sorry if this is awkward hehehe, I’d love to hear your thoughts about it!

You both probably had exceeded your tolerance limit with the spotchka that the kind people of Sorgan had gifted you on your last visit to the planet. Everything started with an excruciating hunt that had taken a toll on you and your bussiness partner. When the trandoshan male you’d been persecuting for weeks was finally frozen in carbonite, both of you sighed in relief and then your gaze met with his behind the visor. Neither of you were very talkative, your silences sometimes speaking louder than words. In addition, you both where extra grumpy that night because of the tiredness. Limping because of your sore muscles, provoked by hiding lying down on the hard floor for hours, you went directly to the spot where your provisions were. He tilted his head, curious. Normally after a hunt, you run to the shower to clean the grime accumulated from the days on the run.

Mando's questions were rapidly resolved when you triumphantly showed him the blue bottle and two metal mugs you used for everything. You must be a minimalist in a ship like the Razor Crest, which was definitely not designed for habitability. You also showed him the reusable straw you got him so he could drink in front of you on the field without worrying about his Creed. He fixated his helmet on you and finally nodded, so you poured him the spotchka filling the cup to the brim and then did the same for you. Next you let yourself slip down the metal floor with a heavy thump, too exhausted to stand for a minute more. He followed you and soon you found yourselves toasting lazily on the ground and drinking in silence.

“You did great today, mesh’la.” He said after emptying his mug for the first time that evening. You downed your beverage on your lap and looked at him as if he had gone nuts. In your time with him, he’d never praised you for your work. It was just expected that you gave your 100% in your hunts, right? You were after all partners, business partners. Associates. That sometimes fucked, alright. But you both kept things professional. So why did his praise affect the color of your cheeks that much?

“Thanks, Mando.” You muttered after finishing your spotckha too, offering to fill his mug again by raising the bottle towards him. He nodded and his gaze didn’t leave you this time. The truth was that Din was impressed by your performance in this last job. He knew you were a capable bounty hunter, of course, or he wouldn't have asked you to join him in the first place. It was only for one job initially, but you’d been so resourceful and worked so well along with him that he had to request you to join him full-time.

In the field, you always had his back, saving his metal ass more than one time, and your perception and ability to read people’s intentions was incredibly useful. Even though you weren't Mandalorian, he respected you as a warrior as if you were one of them. Not only respect, he felt admiration towards you.

And then it was the other side of your partnership. The one that occurred in the dark, rushed, your flushed skin against the cold beskar and soft sighs fogging his visor. The first time occurred after a near-death experience, the adrenaline ended in you being pressed against the wall in some alley by his beskar-clad body. He discovered you weren’t only outstanding at bounty hunting, but in other disciplines too.

Your intercourses would usually happen after a hunt gone south when both of you were especially frustrated and needed to let some steam off. You had three unspoken rules about them: you never talked while fucking, it was always done in the dark, and you never mentioned it afterwards. And of course, the helmet stayed on. You could never have imagined that you'd break all of the rules the current night.

You both had emptied the second round by the moment Mando spoke again. "I'm glad you accepted to be my business partner." His voice through the modulator caught you off guard, as you were lost in thought at the moment. He wasn't looking at you this time. You wondered if he was already drunk because he was behaving so off-character.

"You only say that because you love my stew." You chuckled nervously while pouring another mug for yourself. He asked his to be filled too and half of the spotchka was already gone. You could feel your palms against the glass sweaty: this opening-up-with-Mando thing was new for you.

"No…Yes, I mean… I do love your stew." It actually was the best he'd tasted and a great change from the ration packs he'd usually consume while on the Razor Crest. Mando played with the metal straw in his drink as if it was filled with your star recipe. "But what I'm saying is…it's nice to have you around." You looked at him quizzically, without a clue about where this conversation was directed or what was he referring to. Like he enjoyed your presence? Impossible. You rarely even spoke and didn’t know a lot about each other. Just enough to know you could trust your partner in the field. Maybe he was referring to sex. You knew he enjoyed it, as you did too. It was hot and somewhat felt forbidden. But anything in his cryptical tone indicated he was talking about sex, and it would be a first between you. Finally you decided he must be speaking about your job, you worked well together for sure.

"I suppose…we make a good team." Your half smile was timid and Mando surprised himself when his heart skipped a beat at your smile, but he was a bit disappointed. That was not what he was referring to. Sometimes he wished to be as talented with words as Greef Karga. He nodded and sipped half of the liquid courage remaining in his mug when he heard you giggling.

"What?" He asked drily. He almost felt hurt, where you laughing at him after dodging his attempt to tell you how he felt? You tried to stop but the alcohol had started to take a toll on your self-control. Especially on your empty stomach.

"You…you look so…so cute with your straw." He now fixated his visor on you, and although you tried to stop your laughter with your hand he only made it worse by looking deadly while sipping his spotchka.

"So you bought it in order to make fun of me?" You couldn't discern if he was joking or not but you started to be too drunk to care. He was marveled by this relaxed version of you, looking careless while sprawled on the floor. Even during sex, you'll keep it together, always looking composed. Was a bit of spotchka the one thing it took for you to get loose? If that was the case, he'd buy supplies for ages on the next planet.

"No dummy, I got it because that time you got dehydrated on Tatooine! You scared the shit out of me." Mando hardly remembered how that hunt ended, since in fact, he ended up fainting because of the lack of liquids due to being glued by the hip to you all the mission. It was certainly embarrassing. But what really made his cheeks flush was the endearing tone you had used to insult him.

"I appreciate how you always take care of me." His voice was softer than usual and the impact it had on you was totally unexpected. You stared at him frozen. Was he dehydrated again? You looked at the bottle of spotchka confused. Sure, it was a bit stronger than usual, but not that much.

"Mando… Are you drunk?" You asked carefully, and then he rotated all his body towards you.

"I want to take care of you, too." His voice came strained while he ignored your question. Your face couldn't be redder and your heartbeat started to go out of control. This couldn’t be happening, right? Where you reading well the room?

"Well, I could really use a massage. You know, my boss had me laying all day in some kriffing hole as if I was his personal sniper and my back is killing me." You said nonchalantly after a long silence, avoiding his face on purpose. He sighed in defeat and lay again in the position he was before, his long legs stretched on the floor.

"Your boss looks like an asshole." You could hear now a smile behind the helmet in his voice that warmed your heart.

"He's a tough bone, but he ends up growing on you." You winked at him and then got up, feeling suddenly how drunk you actually were. You stretched your arms over your head and then your neck and Mando could hear the crack of every one of your bones.

“I’ll give you that massage.” You weren’t expecting that he’d taken it seriously at all. He was no stranger to your body, but this new behavior of his was getting on your nerves. You had already spoken more than in all the month you were on board the Razor Crest. Slowly you nodded.

“Let me shower real quick first.” Without further notice, you locked yourself in the refresher to have the fastest shower in history, leaving The Mandalorian with his thoughts while you replayed your conversation in your head, trying to figure out his intentions.

After refreshing, you looked through your possessions, finally finding the small bottle of scented oil, and then returned to the hull while drying your hair a bit with a towel. The shower hadn't diminished your drunken state at all, and you were feeling feisty now. Thinking about how Mando was going to give you a massage had ignited your desire. And you could work with that. Because even though emotional intimacy wasn’t your forte, you new plenty about the physical one.

Mando was in the same place you had left him, now his back against the wall in a relaxed demeanor. He looked at you and then he was thankful you couldn't see his face. Of course, he had seen you in your undergarments before, but always in a non-sexual way like attending to your wounds or just a glimpse here or there. When you fucked you’d both keep most of your clothes on. He’d never appreciated you in all your glory towering over him like this. He gulped and felt his pants somewhat tighter.

You then sat nimbly in front of him, your back facing his front, and left the oil in your right so he could reach it. You noticed that another quarter of the spotchka bottle was missing.

"Confiscated." Giving him a mischievous glance, you twisted your body to reach the bottle and opened it to have a sip directly from it. Mando still hadn't moved a millimeter. A single drop slid along your throat and suddenly he wished he could lick it so badly. He had noted that your demeanor had changed, no longer nervous but confident in your body and sexuality. And that kriffin made him snap. His large hands snaked around your hip bones, dragging your body closer to his chest in one movement You gasped at the sudden contact, but this was familiar. Rough Mando, pressing you from behind against the nearest surface.

His long, muscular legs were spread around you, and you couldn't but appreciate his width and strength, seduced to caress where the beskar wasn't covering them. The time started to go slower as you stroked his skin through the flight suit. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that under all the metal a living red-blooded man resided. And said man was shivering now under your soft touches, praying that you didn't notice his neediness. He was a warrior with a task.

"Mesh'la, let me take care of you." His voice was gentle and raspy when he spoke next to your ear, and if he hadn't been wearing a helmet, you could have felt his breath tickling your skin. The tone in which he pronounced the foreign word made you feel a lot of things, some of them directed to your lower abdomen. You heard the tap of the oil and goosebumps of anticipation covered your skin. When the first drops slid down your column you were the one shivering this time.

When you felt his hands over your skin, you melted. You hadn't noticed when he’d removed his gloves. He rarely did it, and feeling them on your abused shoulders was like warm honey. You almost moaned from the touch of the rough skin of his big palms, his strong thumbs working on the knots that always formed over your shoulder blades. It felt heavenly.

“Is this okay?” If you didn’t know better, you’d swear his voice sounded a bit shy, but it was always difficult to tell through the modulator.

“S’ perfect Mando.” Your tone was breathy as you started to get a bit much worked up by his touch. He hummed and continued with his ministrations in silence. The moment felt fragile: you’d never had this intimacy together before. You noticed he was taking his time with you, feeling every muscle and curve of your strong back, tracing some scars scattered here and there. The alcohol and the massage were finally relaxing your tensed body, and then a moan you couldn’t stop escaped from your lips. His hands, which were working on your lower back at that moment, stopped and you could feel his entire body tense.

“Is this turning you on mesh’la?” All shyness was gone in a second, now his voice was thick with lust, a timbre you did recognize of him. His hands now had a harder grip on your back, like he needed to hold onto something. Sex with Mando was familiar ground, you felt relieved.

“Why don’t you check yourself?” Spotchka made you cheeky like that and you could hear Mando taking a heavy breath, confirming that your words had the effect you desired. Without warning, he dragged you towards his chest plate, the cold beskar biting your back while he positioned his helmet resting on your shoulder. Your heartbeat started to accelerate with anticipation. In this position, you could feel his chest rising every time: he was as worked up as you.

Painfully slow, he started to go over your outer thighs with a feathery touch with his calloused digits when then abruptly, he grabbed them and separated further making you gasp. The heat between your legs was unbearable and the thing you wanted more was for him to touch you. His grip on your inner thighs was almost painful, not that you minded, but you couldn’t stand more teasing.

“Mando, please…” You begged.

“Please what?” His fingers were now hovering over your clothed core, the fabric drenched in your slick. It wasn’t like your business partner hadn’t fingered you before, but it was always as a preparation for you to take his girth, never in this unrushed, lazy manner. Although you were going to explode from anticipation, you were loving every moment of it.

As Mando was too. The sensation of your plush skin filling his hands, your body pressing against his and dank farrik, your smell. It was driving him crazy, so much that he wanted to remove his helmet so he could appreciate the delicious smell of your wet pussy. His head was starting to spin and he couldn’t identify if it was for your fragrance or the quantity of spotchka running through his blood. He decided that the teasing was over then, and unceremoniously hooked his thumbs on your waistband and slid the piece of underwear down your legs, the soaked spot in the middle so evident it embarrassed you and turning him on even more. But he wasn’t still touching you where you needed him most. You were so done.

With your smaller hand, you grabbed his and placed it in your cunt letting go a snort and leaving Mando stunned.

“You wanted to take care of me? Then go on.” You said sassy, but your face was redder and hotter than a Sith’s lightsaber. He kriffing grunted and your breathing stopped when he finally put one of his thick fingers on your entrance to collect your slick. He amused himself at the fact that you were dripping because of him, feeling between surprised and a little proud about it. Then he started tracing lazy circles around your clit while spreading your pussy with the other hand. Mando relished himself in how soft and warm you were, imagining your flavor between his lips. In the confine of his flight suit, his cock twitched, impossibly harder. But today was about taking care of you and he was a man of his word.

His middle finger started tracing your slit up and down and you can’t help but waggle in his lap, feeling the pleasure spreading through your body. You inhaled hard when you notice the prominent bulge against your ass, growing only wetter at the sensation, and Mando could literally feel how your slick slid down your hole. While still rubbing your clit, he took advantage of the dampness to slide one finger inside, looking at that magic spot in your entrance that made your skin tingle. You moaned louder and he licked his lips under the helmet. An all-consuming desire was growing inside of him, the alcohol inside his veins whispering to him that he should indulge in his fantasy. You moan again in his arms and he’s a mess. Needs to taste you, to smell you to see your pussy drenched because of him. Every part of his body is in contact with yours, his helmet against your cheek. He’d love to bite your shoulder and mark your neck, and his need grows stronger while fantasizing about the idea.

“Mando…another finger…please.” Your voice was labored and so sexy he needs a sharp inhale to bring his brain the oxygen he needed. You were a beautiful mess. Your lips parted, cheeks red with lust and a sheer layer of sweat making your skin glow under the lights. This was nothing like taking you from behind in some cantina bathroom. He was done.

“Wait for a second mesh’la. And don’t turn around.” You nodded obediently, at this point you’d do whatever it took to be touched by The Mandalorian. Then you heard the hiss, you panicked a moment, knowing what the helmet meant for him. But inside you couldn’t deny the excitement from the anticipation about what he was going to do. Soon you had the answer. With a loud clank, he let his helmet rest between your spread thighs and then he breathed heavily, finally inhaling your sweet scent. It seemed odd to you that he didn’t choose another spot for his helmet, but then it hit you like a ton of bricks. Filthy bastard.

“Keep your legs spread for me.” His bossy tone made your pussy clench, you were used to his dry commands but in this context it made you drool. His unmodulated voice was like his hands, rough and gentle and warm at the same time, just like him. You found yourself wanting to hear more of it.

Mando’s hands traveled south once again and then he was spreading your lips, totally messy and wet. “Dank Farrik mesh’la look at you.” And you looked. The helmet, well-polished, silver beskar. His position between your legs wasn’t unintentional. You looked at your cunt at display, his large fingers caressing it like it was the most precious thing in the galaxy. You felt embarrassed and your first reflex was to close your legs. But he wasn’t having it.

“Mando, you’re shameless!” His strong hands didn’t let you close your legs but he spread them further. And when he had you like that, his fingers collected your slick determined to finally taste you. You could hear how he sinfully licked every finger and a more sinful, hoarse moan. You’d never hear him make a sound like that and it turned you to putty.

“Your cunt tastes as delicious as it looks.” Now, that was shameless. Who had imagined the reserved, soft-spoken Mandalorian had such a filthy tongue? His fingers were toying with your clit while he explored your hole with the other hand. Pleasure was filling every cell of your body and tiny moans were scaping more frequently from your lips, more aroused every second you looked at his movements reflected on the beskar surface.

“I’d love to taste you too Mando.” You teased grinding your hips on his cock, provoking a delicious sound from him.

“Another time mesh’la, I’m taking care of you today.” His voice was thick with drunkenness and desire and you couldn’t get enough of it. Then a perfect place stroke made you arch against him, leaving your neck at display for him. That delicious-looking skin was calling for him. A sharp bite startled you, provoking a loud moan from you. Even though he had removed his helmet, you didn’t expect him to use his lips on you. It looked like he was sporting a mustache and facial hair. Somewhat, it fitted the mental image you had of him and you siled internally. He continued sucking and biting all over your shoulders and neck, taking his time in your pulse point and you were a panting mess between his thighs, at this point, your slick even pooling on the floor.

His pace on your pussy was faster now, and you could feel and see how his fingers were knuckles deep in your insides, curved toward that delicious spot you could only reach with toys but he easily achieved to stroke. Dank Farrink, he did know your body. You realized he had to be paying more attention than you thought during your intercourses and that somehow made you hornier.

“Mando, I’m not gonna last much more…” Your voice was small, all your cheekiness from behind gone. You felt raw.

“That beautiful cunt’s gonna cum? Lemme see it mesh’la, give it to me.” Mando slurred as worked up and drunk as you. His words sent electricity directly to your pussy and your walls clenched against his fingers. “Kriff your body is amazing…you’re amazing.” His movements over your clit were now frantic and your vision started to blur. You succumbed to the sensation letting it hit you and then you were cuming all over Mando’s tan fingers with a loud cry of pleasure. He kept touching you until you shivered from overstimulation, dragging his fingers slowly from your puffy entrance. The vision was totally sinful. He started drawing lazy circles around your lips, caressing them. Your breath was still heavy while you came down from your high.

“Mando that was…” You didn’t have words for what had just happened.

“Do you feel better now cyar’ika?” His voice was soft again, even sleepy.

“Yeah, thank you for…taking care of me.” The alcohol and your orgasm were making your body drowsy, and you let yourself sink into his arms.

“Anytime.” He then kissed the point where your shoulder met your neck, something he hadn’t done before. You shivered at the sensation of his facial hair against your own skin and couldn’t help but smile fondly. In his odd way, he was sharing this private part of him with you and surprisingly your heart fluttered at the idea. He started then to drag his nose caressing your shoulder, it felt prominent, his mustache provoking goosebumps. You relished in his tenderness and at that moment you didn’t care anymore that this felt too intimate, wondering how it’d feel to kiss him. It was probably the spotchka why you were indulging in these thoughts and the reason you sighed like a teenager when his cheek leaned on yours. Probably tomorrow everything would be back to normal when both of you were sober, but for now, you’d let yourself enjoy how it felt to be taken care of by The Mandalorian.

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[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N, relaxes inside of Mando’s embrace : Who knew you were such a nice guy underneath your grumpy exterior?

Mando, tilted his head to look at them :

Mando, caresses their cheek with his fingertips : Don’t go telling anyone else or they’ll be disappointed to find out it’s only for you.

Y/N : and your son.

Y/N, gestures at Grogu who’s asleep inside their arms :

Mando, looks at him sleeping peacefully:

Mando, silently agrees as he’s caressing his little head :

Y/N, just snuggled more into his arms :

Bonus

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Family - Din Djarin X GN Reader

Title: Family

Din Djarin X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Grogu

Drabble

WC: 500

Warnings: Maybe a bit bittersweet

You hummed softly as you held Grogu in your lap, letting his little grabby hands pull at your hair, making a mess of the strands that you had brushed earlier. You smiled as he giggled happily when he managed to grab a handful, twisting it around his little fingers. "Will you miss us?" You asked the child, who squeaked in return looking up at you with his big eyes. You nodded, smiling sadly, "Silly of me to ask that. Of course, you will." He cooed softly at that, reaching out to place his little hands on your cheeks. 

His little fingers were soft against your cheek. You were going to miss him so much. He was like your own son. No, he was your son. He was your baby. He was yours and Din's baby. You were both going to miss him so much. You would miss his smile, his laugh, his cute little noises, his cuddles, kisses, and his hugs. Even if you and Din were able to visit... It didn't matter, because you already missed him so much. 

He looked up at you, his large eyes shimmering with tears. His little lip quivered slightly but he kept them at bay. He couldn’t cry now. Not in front of you. If he cried, you would start crying. And then you wouldn't be able to stop. Grogu waddled closer to your lap, resting his head on your chest as you wrapped your hands around him, leaning down to nuzzle your face into his head gently.

Din watched after he climbed down the ladder, pausing at the beautiful scene before him. His family. You hold his son close, his son holding tightly onto his shirt, his son looking up at you with those big eyes. Din felt his heart clench in his chest, the overbearing weight of knowing he'd have to leave his son behind settling heavily on his shoulders. He shook his head, trying to clear away the dark thoughts clouding his mind. The last thing they needed right now was another sad moment. He needed to focus on the positive, that is, how happy you two looked and to enjoy the time he did have with Grogu.

Din wandered over, standing close beside you as he placed a warm hand on Grogu's back, making him babble. Din turned to you, his brown eyes soft. "What did he say?" He asked you as you continued to smile.

"Grogu said he misses you. You've been gone for a while." You answered, and Din hummed, turning back to his son.

"I've been charting our course, we'll arrive in two cycles." He explained to you, and you hummed in response.

"At least we'll have two more cycles together." You smiled, as Grogu reached out to Din, who immediately took him in his arms, cradling him securely against himself.

“Yes,” Din spoke up softly, peering down at Grogu with a small smile. “We will.” You simply smiled back, resting your head on Din’s shoulder.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

That Unspoken Thing

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Din have this unspoken thing. You're attracted to his leadership, compassion, care, and strength. He's attracted to your assertiveness, passion, wit, and gentleness. He also likes your firey attitude, albeit it does get you guys into trouble a lot. Based off my imagine here.

Warning: mentions of drowning and

Water. You hated the water. You'll wade it in and drink it. But you would never sail in it...until now.

Din was following a bounty and, to be fair, he did warn you about where the disk was leading him. But you, stubborn as ever, still insisted that you and Grogu follow him.

Now you're on a boat holding onto it for dear life, hoping to whatever beings above that the boat won't topple over and you'd end up in the water.

The fisherman was nice enough to let the three of you on his boat to head to the island where the bounty was supposedly hidden. You couldn't fly to the island because, whoever this bounty was, was skilled enough to send out a signal to shut off any craft flying towards the island. Boats were the safest bet.

A blanket gets draped over you and you look up to see Din staring down at you. You gesture to the fabric, "What's this for?"

"You were shaking like a leaf, cyar'ika. Figured you'd want something to keep you warm." Cyar'ika. He's been calling you that a lot more lately. You asked him what it means and he told you it meant 'close friend' but you're not sure he's fully telling you the truth. When you see Bo again, you'll have to ask her what it means.

You scoff, "Thanks, but I'm not shaking because of the cold. I'm actually sweating like a bantha on Tattooine."

"What's wrong?" you hear the immediate concern in his tone. If you could see his face, you imagine his brows are furrowing right now.

You've always wondered how he'd look. Apparently, he's already had to take off his helmet a few times in the past, but that was before he knew you. You wonder if he would ever take off his helmet for you. It's not like you would ask him to. You respect him and his code. But you can't help but wonder...

"Hey? You with me?" you look back up to see Din standing closer to you, "What's going on?"

You sigh, "Just never been fond of the water. It's dangerous, there's a lot of unknown stuff down there. Plus, I can't swim so I won't survive long if I fall in."

Din's head falls forward and he shakes his head, "If you can't swim, why did you come with me on this bounty?"

"Someone's gotta watch your back! Right, kid?" you look to Grogu and he nods, "See! He agrees with me!"

Din gives another shake of disapproval, "You shouldn't put your life in danger like this. I'm not worth it."

"Of course you are, and you put yourself in danger for us all the time. Someone needs to take care of you too, Din." You look at his visor, hoping that you're staring into his eyes and you're silently telling him how much you care for him.

"Brace yourselves! We've got some pirates headed our way!" the fisherman yelled.

"Pirates?!" you stand up in disbelief.

You rush up to the fisherman who's trying to speed the boat up, "What do they want?"

"Anything we may have valuable."

Din appears at your side with Grogu in his arms, "Take Grogu and go below."

"What? No! We can help!"

"Do as I say and go!" he hands you Grogu and pulls out his blaster. With his jetpack, he's in the air, firing shots at the oncoming pirates.

You look down at the little one in your arm and he's looking back up at you with concern, "We're helping him." You set him down on a crate and pull your own blaster and knife out.

A group of them are piling onto the boat and you're firing off your blaster. You look over your shoulder to see the fisherman also came prepared with a blaster of his own.

When you turn back around, you see a Rodian headed towards you. You run in its direction as well, immediately jumping and kick it with all of your might. You two fall back and you swiftly get up, kicking it in the head to knock it out.

You're immediately grabbed from behind and they're a lot bigger than you.

You're kicking and yelling. Your hand goes to your holster and your blaster isn't there. You see it on the ground, too far away for you to get.

You stomp the the creature's foot, causing it to howl in pain. You're released from its hold and you yell in triumph, "Take that, you brute!" In anger, the creature marches back towards you, picks you up, and throws you overboard.

Once you hit the water, you're done for. You're flailing your arms in a panic. You're swallowing water. You hear the sounds of blasters firing off in the distance. Your heart is pounding in your chest.

You get tired quickly and the waves of the water are too powerful.

You find yourself sinking. The surface of the water moving farther and farther away.

This is it. This is how you die.

You see something else enter the water. It's probably a pirate.

You hope that Grogu and Din are safe at least. You close your eyes and accept your fate.

__________________

Din saw you get thrown overboard and his heart sunk. You can't swim.

Adrenaline hits him tenfold and he's able to immobilize the last bit of pirates left. They're either unconscious or thrown overboard.

With his jetpack, Din dives into the water where you landed and he spots you immediately. He grabs onto your hand and pulls you into his arms. The jetpack doesn't do well under water but it has enough power to bring the two of you to the surface.

The fisherman throws down a rope and Din holds onto it with one hand and you with the other. With Grogu's help via the Force, the two of them manage to pull you and Din back onto the boat with no problem.

Once back up, Din immediately lays you on your back, leaning in to listen for you breathing. You weren't.

He didn't give a second thought as he immediately took off his helmet and proceeded with mouth to mouth.

"Come on, come on!" he cries out as he breaths into your mouth and pumps down onto your chest, "Wake up, please. Please, cyar'ika!" Beloved. You were his beloved and he can't lose you. Not now. Not when he hasn't even told you how he felt.

You can't give up on him now. You two had gone through so much together. You were there for him during the period where Grogu was away. You watched his back. You care for him and he cared for you. Kriff, did he care for you so much. You were there and if you're not there anymore...he doesn't know what he'll do.

You suddenly spit up water and your eyes are open. They're wide with shock and a little bit of fear as you're coughing and gasping for air. Din couldn't help but give a breath of relief.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, cyar'ika. You're okay. You're safe now."

You look up at the man reassuring you. He has stubble on his face, brown eyes and brown hair with some grey littered in it. You try to register who this man is. When you open your mouth to speak, the first thing you say is, "Who the hell are you?!"

Din can't help but chuckle at your reaction, "It's me, cyar'ika." Even after nearly drowning, you still have that attitude of yours.

Your eyes widen in surprise, "Wait, Din?"

You reach out, but hesitate. With a gloved hand, Din brings your hand to his cheek. You can't help but gasp. His skin was warm, you feel the prickle of his stubble against your palm.

"Wow. It's you," you say in disbelief, "You're not ugly at all."

Din's brows furrowed in confusion, "You imagined me ugly?"

"No, I mean, you said you didn't think you were much to look at, but I highly disagree."

Din playfully rolls his eyes, "Well you're clearly fine." He goes to reach for his helmet but you stop him, "Wait. Lemme-Lemme just look at you for a little longer." You sit up and hold his face in both your hands. His eyes flutter shut as your fingers begin to trace over his jaw, his nose, his brow. He feels his face heat up from this. Your touch is gentle and soft. This is so...intimate.

He suddenly feels your forehead pressing against his. His heart starts to flutter. He knows you know what this means. He told you himself what it means after seeing a few mandalorians do it themselves.

You lean back, eyes open and staring at Din. His breathing is heavy now. He's so overwhelmed with what just happened, this mind flooded with you.

"Cyar'ika, I-"

"It's okay. I know." You reach down and grab his helmet, "Thank you, for saving me." You press a kiss to his helmet and hold it out for him.

"Always," he says with a nod, his eyes soft, but you know, you know what he means.

He promptly slips the helmet back on and stands, helping you up on your feet as well.

You sigh and glance at Grogu, "So much for helping him, I guess," you give a shrug and proceed to help the fisherman toss off any incapacitated pirates that were left on his ship.

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[lavendertales]

Hello my love! I was wondering if you could write something angsty about Din Djarin. He and the reader are in this “will they or won’t they” type of situation, anytime they get a little too close or too deep in something emotional Din just pushes the reader away cause he can’t expresses his feelings well? It could end in fluff or angst its up to you! Thanks babes

not sure if it comes across as angsty but I do hope you like this fluffy piece, love❤️

tales of the heart—Din Djarin x gn!reader

word count: 833

Joining Din on his missions carried no expectations from either side. You simply provided him with medical assistance when needed and tended to the ship while he was gone and nothing else.

But several situations arose where you truly believed something might happen between you and Din.

You’ve grown close over the course of several months; that much was to be expected. And he had grown very fond and protective of you, but spending so much time with him began to stir a craving deep within you, one you hadn’t really anticipated.

Each touch of his, while innocent, set your skin on fire; each moment spend in proximity to him, pure torture. Even his voice, velvet-like and tender yet raspy, caused your heart to tremble and your body to almost spasm out of control. But you realized that such interactions might be the most you’ll ever get out of your relationship with Din, so you settled with those. Always around you, yet never enough.

One evening, after you made soup for the two of you, a big thunderstorm began. You weren’t a fan of those, and the loud thunders only made you nervous. But Din took notice and instantly wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. He didn’t ask you anything, but simply held you. You knew in that moment you were in love with him. But how could you ever let him know that? He was a Mandalorian, a sworn soldier that didn’t care for silly matters of the heart.

But then he brought you even closer to him and removed his chest plate so you’ll have a more comfortable place to rest. Bewildered, you searched for his eyes underneath the helmet, beyond touched.

“Din…”

You weren’t even sure where you were going with that. All you knew is that you needed him to know how you felt, even if it wasn’t mutual. Gods, you were so close to him that if the helmet wouldn’t have been in the way, you would’ve probably felt his warm breath on your lips. The realization made you delirious.

“Din, I—“

“We should… get some sleep. It’s getting late.”

The way he immediately backed away stung and ached, but it wasn’t within reason. He was probably unaccustomed to having people so close to him until you came along. And now even you were under a question mark.

Instances of the same sort kept happening; holding you too close to him seemed to be triggering Din’s fight or flight, in which he chose the latter. He fled from your touch with every chance he got, and the sting you felt turned into a full on bleeding wound. You feared you may have overstepped some boundaries and thus made Din uncomfortable. That must be why he was pushing you away.

You had to settle this before he’d grow sick of you and throw you off the ship.

“Din? Can I ask you something?”

He didn’t answer verbally, but rather with a simple nod of the head. With a knot in your throat, you went on.

“Why are you avoiding me?” you asked, voice already shaky. “It seems you go out of your way to avoid any physical contact with me, even eye contact. You don’t even look at me. Have I done something wrong? Said something?”

Din shook his head almost violently so. “No, no you didn’t.”

“Then what is it? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect anything… personal. I just… I like being with you.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I feel safe with you, and… I like you. I’m… fond of you.”

Underneath the helmet, Din blinked several times, his lungs nearly running out of air.

“I don’t understand,” he confessed.

“What?”

“How you can be… fond of me. You don’t even see me.”

“I don’t need to see you.”

He’s never heard such sweet words from anyone, let alone from someone as wonderful as you.

“It wasn’t something you did. Or said,” he confessed. “It’s me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not skilled with words. They often fail me, especially since I’ve met you. You’re… very kind and lovely, and… I’m afraid I might be… too fond of you.”

Eyes wide in disbelief, you stared at him for what felt like an eternity.

“I am sworn to the Creed,” he continued. “I only know of loyalty and weapons, making my way through the galaxy. It’s been lonesome, I must admit. But… with you, it is less so. If you’ll have me… I would pledge my loyalty to you until our time in this galaxy runs out.”

Mouth ajar, you kept staring at him in great shock. You didn’t know what else to do.

“Words fail you?” you managed to ask. “What—that’s your idea of not being good? What would it sound like if you think you’d be good?”

Din chuckled, visibly more at ease. “I meant it.”

“So did I. Then… you don’t have to avoid me anymore.”

“Definitely not.”

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[lady-pug]

In Sickness And In Health - In Health

Summary: Whatever the kid had has now passed onto you. You feel kriffing awful but keep on working because you feel like you have to pull your weight around the ship, making Din worry. If only you’d let him take care of you.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Word count: 3,3k

Warnings: description of sickness (no throwing up this time tho)

Notes: the sequel! this one is kinda self indulgent, I wish I had a Din for myself to take care of me whenever I'm sick. I hope you enjoy this one!

Reader’s gender not specified.

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You should have known this would happen. It was pretty obvious really, it was bound to happen no matter how hard you tried to prevent it.

After you and the kid had fully rested, the baby was incredibly clingy towards you. One look at your injured forearms and he had started whimpering, his large eyes glossy as he nuzzled into your arms. While you couldn’t understand what he was saying, you could only guess he felt guilty about hurting you. 

“Oh, love. It’s not your fault.” you tried reassuring him as best as you could, but he only snuggled closer to you, much to Din’s amusement.

Speaking of which, once you had woken up, Din had explained what he had found while out. Apparently the man he had agreed to meet had scammed him in exchange for help on something? But you had to admit that the idea he had gotten out of it, his plan to search for other mandalorians, was actually quite a good start. So he set course to this backwater planet in the Outer Rim, notorious for housing mandalorian bounty hunters on occasion.

The first leg of the trip was spent in relative peace. The kid was still a little weak after being ill so he was a lot less active than usual (which was a nice change from having to chase him around the hull all the time). After a quick stop to visit the market and buy some fresh food and restock on medical supplies, you were off again.

Which led you to today. As you went to bed the ‘night’ before you were already feeling… weird. Slightly more tired than usual, especially considering you didn’t do anything that could have worn you out that much. And today… well you felt like you had been run over by a Jawa sandcrawler. Your whole body was sore, aching all over, your throat felt scratchy, there was an annoying pressure behind your eyes, your skull felt like it was filled with cotton, and you were hearing funny, as if you were underwater. 

Dragging yourself out of your cot and up the cockpit required a lot more strength than usual, and you almost gave up, tempted to go back to sleep, but quickly reminded yourself that you had tasks you had to do, and the kid to look after as well.

Finally making your way inside the cockpit where Din was piloting the Crest, you all but fell on the copilot seat. He turned slightly sideways in his seat to signal he was listening.

“How long until we get there?” you tried to say without wavering, but something in your voice must have given away that you weren’t feeling great, as he turned fully towards you.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a moment.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you were most definitely not fine, but were not about to let him know just yet “Why?”

“I don’t know. You just sound… off.” he paused “And you don’t look so good.”

“Gee, Mando, thanks.” you answered, sarcasm dripping from your tone, before shifting back to a more neutral expression “I’m fine, Din. Really. Just feeling tired, didn’t sleep all that well.”

You hoped he would drop it and leave it at that. Your sore throat was starting to burn a little from so much talking. 

“Why don’t you take a nap? Restore your energy?”

Ever the gentleman, you thought, your heart fluttering in your chest from how concerned he sounded about you.

“I can’t.” you sighed “Lots of things to do.”

“I can handle the repairs and look after the kid so you can rest.”

This man, this kriffing perfect, beskar covered man was here, offering to do your job just so you could rest. If you weren’t already feeling more warm than usual you were sure your cheeks would have flushed at that. And his offer was oh so tempting, you wanted nothing more than to just crawl back under the covers and let sleep overtake you. But you had work to do. You already felt like you weren’t pulling your weight enough, ever since the kid started getting better, as Din had done most of your chores while you were out. Not only did he come back very tired after hunting down the information, he also picked up your slack. And here he was offering to do it all over again.

“It’s fine. I’m gonna wake the kid up and we’ll have breakfast together. I’m sure I’ll feel as good as new after a fresh cup of caf.”

As you turned to leave the cockpit you missed the way he kept his visor trained on you as you retreated back into the hull, nor did you see the look of concern directed your way from under the helmet.

As it turned out, you did not, in fact, feel ‘as good as new’ after breakfast. If anything you somehow felt worse: the caf you drank upsetting your already uneasy stomach even further. The kid, none the wiser to your current predicament, was happy to sit down and doodle after eating. You were thankful that he didn’t seem to be up to too much trouble today, as you certainly didn’t have the energy to look after him if he did decide to wreak havoc on the ship like he usually did, and got to work.

Although most of the things you had to do were small repairs around the ship, there were lots of them. And on top of that you also had to do the inventory of the things you and Din had bought on the last stop. You worked at a slower pace than usual, occasionally taking small breaks to deal with a coughing or sneezing fit.

At one point you started feeling progressively colder, shivering no matter how many layers of clothing you put on, even though you were dripping with sweat. You must have a fever. The kid doodles away while you try to focus on the task at-hand. You need to finish your chores. Logically and realistically, you knew it was just the fever talking, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were burdening Din. And the very last thing you wanted was to disappoint him.

You were just finishing the last of the repairs for the day, having taken a considerably longer amount of time to get it all done, and were mentally preparing yourself to get started on the inventory when you heard the familiar clanking sound of steps climbing down the leader from the cockpit.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better.” you lied nasally from how stuffy your nose felt, not sounding very convincing not even to yourself.

He sighed.

“Cyar’ika…”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“What do you mean?” you tried forcing a smile but failing “I feel perfectly fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” he started, a twinge of annoyance permeating his voice “You don’t sound fine. And” he tapped something on the side of your helmet before looking back at you “your core temperature is elevated. What’s going on?”

You sighed, realizing your attempts at hiding how you were feeling were pointless as he could read you almost like an open book.

“I think I caught whatever the kid had the other day.” you averted your gaze, feeling slightly like a kid getting scolded after being caught doing something they shouldn’t “I don’t feel really good.”

His shoulders slumped, as if he was relieved.

“Why don’t you go take a nap while I make you some soup? We have all those fresh vegetables that we bought, it should do the trick.”

You wanted to take him up on it.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” 

“I still have some things to get done with.”

“Let me handle whatever you have left to do.” he said, raising his voice just a fraction.

“No, I have to finish the work.” you insisted. 

“Why are you so adamant on getting work done when you feel bad?” his annoyed tone was back.

“Because!” you snapped, your throat screaming in agony as you did so “I haven’t been able to keep up with the work lately. If I can’t even do my job right, what is even the point of you keeping me around?!”

Din reeled as if you had slapped him.

“You really think so little of me?” he asked in a small voice.

You visibly deflated. 

“I-I’m sorry, Din.” you stammered “That’s not what I- I just-”

He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I keep you around because I enjoy your company. Because I like having you around.” he said softly.

You smiled softly at him, feeling somewhat relieved, even though you knew that all along. 

“Thanks, Din.” your voice came out even more scratchy than before “I mean it. I enjoy your company too.”

He squeezed your shoulder reassuringly once before dropping his hand.

“Why don’t you take that nap now? I’ll wake you up in a bit with something for you to eat.”

You nodded slowly, your limbs heavy and your headache a bit worse.

“Let me take care of you.” 

Even in your weak state, something in the way he said it made your heart speed up, pounding like it was going to beat out of your chest, and heat spread through your entire body. 

“Okay.”

You started making your way to your cot when Din grabbed your arm and started steering you towards his own bunk.

“But Din-”

“Please.” he cut you off.

You sighed half-heartedly but let him lead you there, snuggling into his slightly uncomfortable mattress. You felt a comforting clench in your chest when he laid the covers over your form, practically tucking you in.

“Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in a bit with some food.”

You barely nodded in response, already drifting off to sleep.

Din was worried about you. If he had to admit it, worried would be an understatement. He could see right through you when you said you were feeling fine earlier, you looked anything but fine, he could hear it in your voice. But he let it go, if it was something important, you would come to him of your own accord when you were ready. Once he realized you weren’t going to relent, he felt the need to step in.

There was also the matter of what you had told him. He knew it was probably just the fever making you just a little bit delirious, probably brought up by the fact you had fallen behind on your schedule, so he tried not to let your comment sting too much. Din knew you appreciated his presence, and knew that you knew he appreciated your own in turn. Or at least he hoped you did. He was more of a man of action instead of words, so he tried to let his actions speak for themselves, always buying you fresh goods, always leaving your favorite flavor of dehydrated protein bars for you, occasionally buying you some trinkets that reminded him of you when strolling a street market.

What Din felt for you, he had recently come to realize, was more than just appreciation. He loved you, he was helmet over boots in love with you. He wanted only the best for you, so he took it upon himself to take care of you and make you feel better. Like you had done for the kid before.

“Come on, kid” he said, picking the boy up and settling him on the counter “Let’s prepare a meal, yeah?”

He tried searching the holonet for some comfort food recipes from Tatooine, your home planet, and eventually settled on making cream of womp rat soup. He was thankful that you had insisted on buying fresh food at the last stop, which made his job here a little bit easier (although he did have to replace the womp rat meat for another kind).

The kid giggled the entire time, helping the Mandalorian stir the ingredients while his father chopped some vegetables. By the time the soup was all ready and steaming in a bowl, he went to wake you up. Opening the door to his bunk, he felt the corner of his lips curl up in a soft grin at the sight of you, curled up in his bed. While he hated waking you up, he knew you had to eat. He shook your shoulder lightly.

“Cyar’ika…”

“Hmm…?” you sleepily raised your head, acknowledging him.

“I got you some soup. Come on.”

“How long was I out?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“One standard hour, more or less.”

Din gently helped you up into a sitting position, with your back against what would be a headboard (if he had one). He went to retrieve the bowl when he noticed the kid peering up at the bed, making grabbing motions with his hands. Picking him up, he placed him over the covers, near your legs.

“Someone wanted to keep you company.” he said, to which you giggled in return, before launching on a fit of sneezes.

He grabbed the bowl and went back to his bunk, setting it over your lap. He noticed the kid had snuggled against your hip, his little head over your thigh. 

“I’m not the best cook in the galaxy” he said, feeling a twinge of awkwardness crawl its way up his throat “but I hope you like it.”

“Well, I would tell you it smells amazing if I could actually feel it.” he chuckled in response “If I’m able to taste anything, I’m pretty sure it will be great.”

He sat down by your feet at the edge of the bed, placing a hand over one of your knees and squeezing it softly. After you brought the spoon to your mouth, you let out a tiny moan of satisfaction.

“Maker, Din” you sighed happily “This is delicious. Is this-?”

“Cream of womp rat soup.” he finished.

“Minus the womp rat, I presume?”

He laughed at that, nodding his head.

“I know you don’t really like your home world, but you grew up there. I just assumed you would find some comfort in it.”

“It’s perfect, Din.” you grinned at him, a smile that made his heart skip a beat “Thank you.”

After another spoonful, you piped up again, your voice more playful.

“And it’s certainly better than the one I prepared for the kid the other day.”

You ate in silence, just the occasional cooing sounds coming from the kid, who was dangerously close to dozing off with his head draped over your thigh. Din’s heart clenched in adoration at the loving smile on your face, clearly enjoying the meal he so thoughtfully prepared for you.

You finished eating, drinking directly from the bowl, and turned back towards him.

“It was delicious, Din. Thank you. I mean it.” your smile seemed to light up your face, even with your sunken cheeks and the prominent bags under your eyes that were getting more noticeable by the hour.

“It was my pleasure, Cyar’ika.” he smiled in return, even though you couldn’t see it “Anything for you to feel better.” 

You quickly averted your eyes, a nervous look in your eyes making itself known for just a tiny fraction of second, before you looked back at him with a tired smile.

“I think my fever is getting worse.” your face fell when you sighed “I feel like it’s getting colder around here.” 

He tapped the side of his helmet.

“Your temperature is getting higher.”

Din got up, retrieving the kid and placing him back on the floor next to his coloring tools. He then extended a hand towards you.

“Come on. A cool shower should help alleviate the symptoms.” 

He helped you up on your feet, holding onto your elbow as you swayed upon planting your feet on the cold durasteel floor. He didn’t dare let go of your hand as you two slowly walked the small distance towards the fresher. He leaned you on a wall while preparing the water temperature for you.

“Think you can take it from here?” he asked, a bit awkwardly.

“Yeah. Should be fine.” 

As you moved to step away from him, he gently held your hand.

“I’m going to bring you some clothes. If you need anything, I’ll be right outside the door.”

You nodded, thanking him. He was left to watch you step into the fresher, closing the door behind you.

The cool water felt soothing on your feverish skin somehow. The droplets seemed to wash away all your worries and struggles, leaving only a tired body behind.

You washed slowly, your movements precise and careful in order not to drop anything, as you were sure you wouldn’t be able to crouch and pick it up without slipping and possibly injuring yourself quite badly. Leaving your face for last, you enjoyed how it suddenly made you feel just a little bit better. You only exited when your eyelids started feeling heavy and droopy (which didn’t really take long to be honest).

You reached for the towel hanging next to you, wrapping it around yourself after having dried off. With your skin now dry, the cold came back in full swing, having seemingly intensified while you showered, making you tremble on the spot. Maker, all you wanted was to get dressed and slip back under the covers, as you were suddenly getting very tired again, as if all the energy you gained from the small nap and Din’s soup was washed down the drain along with the water.

Opening the door you came face to face with a towering wall of beskar. His arms were extended in your direction, holding a pile of folded clean clothes, his helmet turned to the side, not staring directly at you. Once you got the clothes, he quickly turned around, his back to you, giving you some privacy.

“If you need anything, let me know.”

You felt as if you were dressing in slow motion, your movements sluggish. The shirt was certainly not yours, probably one of Din’s, and the thought made a warm feeling spread across your chest.

“All set.” 

Din turned back towards you, tilting his head to the side, like he was assessing your appearance in his clothes. He took a step forward, almost chest to chest with you, and, picking your arm up gently, started rolling the sleeve up, exposing your forearm. Something about the gesture felt incredibly intimate, and if you weren’t so very tired you would definitely be able to pay attention to the erratic beat of your heart. When he was done with the other sleeve he started leading you back to his bunk.

“Can’t you just give me an antipyretic or something?” you whined under your breath.

He chuckled lightly, his heart breaking a little bit for you were suffering.

“No, Cyar’ika. A fever is the body’s natural defense against the infection. Unless it starts getting dangerously high, you should let it go away on its own.”

You huffed, stubbornly, but let it go. As you arrived back on his bed, he helped you lie down and get comfortable, wrapping you in as many blankets he could get his hands on. As he went to leave your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

“Stay.” 

“Cyar’ika-” he started.

“Please?” you almost whispered.

He hesitated for just a moment before removing his vembrances. One by one the pieces of his armor came off, being carefully placed in a crate near the bunk, leaving him in only his helmet and flightsuit.

Din lied down beside you and you instantly scooted closer to him, nuzzling into his chest. He tensed for just a second, before his body relaxed, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you even closer.

“Thank you, Din” you said “for looking after me.” 

Din tilted his head, touching his chest with his chin, and briefly pressed the cold beskar forehead of his helmet to your own very lightly.

“Always.” 

You soon fell asleep, feeling safe and protected like never before.

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[anonymousewrites]

Clan of Three Halloween Special 2023

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

            “Why don’t you have to dress up to blend in?” grumbled (Y/N), hands on their hips.

            Mando sighed as he put Grogu down in the ship and closed the hatch. “Because these people don’t know what a Mandalorian is, and they’re having a festival where they dress up in masks and costumes. I fit in. You don’t.”

            “What I’m dressing up as, again?” asked (Y/N) as they picked up the bundled outfit.

            “Some sort of hunter spirit. That’s what the lord’s wife told me it was,” said Mando.

            (Y/N) nodded and stepped around behind a wall to change quickly while reviewing the details of the job. “What exactly is the point of our job here?”

            “We need funds, and since we have a good track record, Bo-Katan and the Armorer sent us on a job since a neighboring planet reached out,” said Mando. “There was an attempted assassination of one of their lords, so his wife hired us to hunt down the suspect. His puck tracked him to this festival.”

            “That’s a lot of area to cover,” said (Y/N). “Let’s just find him quickly.”

            “Can’t you use your Force-powers to track him down?” asked Mando, waving a hand in the way they usually did.

            (Y/N) stepped out, dressed in costume. “Yeah, that’s not really how that works. And don’t ask me how it does since I don’t really know either. I just go with whatever my gut tells me and that seems to be it.”

            Mando stared at (Y/N) in the costume. It was just a dark orange cloak slung around their shoulders, but the helmet-mask on their head was what shook Mando. It reminded him of a Mandalorian helmet, and as (Y/N) stared at him from behind the visor, he remembered just how deep their connection to Mandalore went. Mandalore the Great themself had chosen (Y/N), guided them, advised them.

            And although Mando would never force (Y/N) to permanently wear the helmet as the people of his Covert did, he had thought about them wearing more Mandalorian armor in the way Bo-Katan did, not always covering their face but clearly a member of the clan. His clan. Din (Y/N).

            Mando smiled beneath his helmet at (Y/N) looking so Mandalorian. That was his kid, ready to fight for Mandalore just as usual, closer to wearing their armor. Honestly, Mando thought they should be given armor already since they were clearly more than an apprentice, but he wouldn’t argue with the Armor. (Though, seriously, (Y/N) had wielded the Darksaber, had visions of Mandalore the Great, and defeated Moff Gideon to protect Mandalore. What more did anyone want? His kid was incredible).

            “Are we ready to go, Dad?” asked (Y/N), making sure their beskar dagger and blaster were accessible.

            Mando nodded, stopping his train of thought. (Y/N) would always be something of an anomaly, and he knew that. But they were his kid. That was the important part. “Come on. We should finish this job quickly before the assassin causes any trouble during the festivities.”

            “I could sneak up on them and grab them before they see your shiny armor coming,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “No, I take point.” Mando was still strict on that. “You’re there if he runs.”

            (Y/N) scowled beneath their helmet. “I fought Moff Gideon. Why do I have to play backup?”

            “Because you still run into danger without thinking,” said Mando matter-of-factly.

            (Y/N) shrugged. He wasn’t wrong. (Y/N)’s instincts just threw them into battle faster than their brain could think (at least, that was their interpretation of what Mando would call plain old recklessness).

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            Mando’s visor blinked to alert him as he approached the puck tracking the would-be assassin. He wore a grey tunic and mask to blend in, but once Mando found his target, they didn’t escape his sight. That being said, he had lost sight of (Y/N). He really needed to put a tracker on his kid.

            Mando stepped out of the shadows and approached the assassin. The man turned into an alley, and Mando followed him. The moment he stepped foot into the alleyway, the assassin pivoted and drew a blaster.

            “Don’t move or I shoot,” warned the assassin. He knew he was being hunted.

            Mando really didn’t care. His beskar could take a hit, so although he dodged the first shot the assassin launched at him, he wasn’t afraid to get close. He fired a grappling dart from his gauntlet and pulled the assassin towards him, punching at the man. The assassin, however, was skilled at fighting, and the moment he was tugged towards Mando, he flicked out a dagger and cut himself loose. He evaded the attack and stabbed down at Mando’s arm, and Mando twisted to avoid it. When the assassin pivoted and effortlessly moved the blade towards the split in Mando’s armor between plates, Mando stepped back. He grabbed for his own blaster, raised it, and—

            A blur of umber orange landed on the assassin.

            The man grunted and fell to the ground before rolling away to his feet. (Y/N) was on their feet in the same instant, and when the assassin grabbed for his blaster, (Y/N) threw out a hand. It flew through the air, and in the moment the assassin stared in surprise, (Y/N) threw their dagger, and it landed in his dominant arm. He cried out at the sudden pain, and the moment of distraction was all Mando needed to grab him and punch him squarely, knocking him out. He let the assassin’s body fall to the dirt before looking at (Y/N).

            They could tell he was giving them a dad look from behind the helmet. They shrugged.

            “I let you take point. Then I decided to intervene,” they said.

            Mando sighed. (Y/N) was going to kill him with stress.

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            (Y/N) put down the case of payment in the ship and grinned. “Bo-Katan and the Armorer will be happy.”

            “Yes,” agreed Mando, picking up Grogu and letting him pat his helmet to say hello after leaving him for the job.

            (Y/N) waved at their brother before pulling off the cloak and then the helmet of their costume. They shook their head and let their hair fall messily around them face. They grinned at him. “And I’m glad we’re back out on jobs together. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Mandalore needs the rebuilding and everything, but I don’t think I’m much cut out for the politics of it all.”

            And yet you gave Mandalore guidance when it needed it most and were chosen by one of the greatest Mandalorians of all time for…something, thought Mando. For being so bright at times, (Y/N) really didn’t seem to understand how special they were.

            “As long as you stay alive, you’ll do fine,” said Mando.

            “Death has to try harder than it has to get me,” said (Y/N), grinning and leaning into their dad.

            Mando put an arm around them and held them for a moment. “Please don’t tempt death. I don’t want to lose you.”

            (Y/N) paused and looked up at him. “You won’t lose me. We’re family, remember?”

            Mando smiled beneath his helmet. (Y/N) was a good Mandalorian now and would become an even greater one in the future. But above all of that, he liked them being his kid the most. “This is the Way.”

            “This is the Way.”

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[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: Din Djarin x gn reader

req: no | wc: 939

summary: Din is curious about that ring you always seem to be wearing.

warnings: mention of death, lightly touched upon

a/n: Don't ask me why it's only been about rings with Din so far.

Din thinks, in these moments where you get to lay in bed without a worry in the world, that everything is right. He thinks, as he absentmindedly fiddles with your fingers, that nothing will trouble him. Nothing will trouble him, so long as you're here. You're safe here, in his arms; unarmored as they may be.

It wasn't morning, nor was it night, yet you laid in bed together. The midday sun of this planet did not allow safe travel during the afternoon. If he were to leave at this time, he would burn alive in his beskar, obstructive armor.

Although, the conditions did give him an excuse to relax. Your offer for an afternoon energy nap was agreed upon instantly.

"What is it with you and rings?" Din asks rather brashly. It was just a thought, one that came out of his lips in an impulsive tumble.

"What ever do you mean?" You reply, feigning offense.

"Sorry." He mutters, registering his previous tone. "Just… I was thinking about it—your ring. You used to wear it a lot before I met you, and you continued on until we officially started traveling together. After that, you suddenly stopped. Your hands were bare. And then, when we had our first kiss, you–"

"When we started dating." You correct.

"Yes. You started wearing it again. Only this time, differently." He continues, spinning the ring around your finger as he talks, "You wear it on your right hand. The first time, the heart was pointed towards the fingertips; the second time, towards the wrist."

Din was an observant man, you knew that. But to be this observant? Especially of you? It was a little flattering. He had noticed your ring even early on.

That posed a question. "How do you suppose I should wear it?"

"Hmm." The Mandalorian hums as he thinks. Then, almost gingerly, he slips the ring off your right hand's index finger and switches to your left hand. He splays the hand atop his own, and continues to debate himself internally.

"Struggling?"

"No." He says immediately.

As if you kickstarted him, he finally makes a decision. He pushes the ring down your left ring finger, with the heart's point toward the fingertips.

You grin rosily, which confuses him. "Did you just propose to me, Din Djarin?"

His head snaps down to you, his visor fixing in a way that you know he's staring into your eyes. "What?" He blurts out, a tinge of shock in his tone.

He was never one to share the knowledge that he was surprised; that information was valuable to morally gray bystanders.

You laugh, knowing that you'd set him up. A ring with a crown atop a heart (and hands holding them both) was most fitting on a ring finger.

Din huffs in return to your laugh, wanting to know exactly what was going on. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to handle your accusation of proposal. The idea wasn't too far-fetched to begin with.

"This is a Claddagh ring, Din." You say, but he is still puzzled. "It has different meanings depending on which hand it is on and where the tip of the heart is pointing."

He nods, slowly, finally comprehending; so you continue. "The way I wore it before I met you–"

"Right hand pointed outward?" He recalls.

"Oh." So you liked him that early on. "Me too. I mean that—that I liked you too, then. I was interested."

"Precisely." You reply, "It means that I'm single and looking for a partner. So when I moved in with you, and took it off, it meant that… that I wasn't looking anymore."

His heart speeds up, and you can hear it, having your ear to his chest. "Mm," You hum and press a kiss to the back of his gloved hand. He hums too, pleased, despite it not being exposed skin. "that's good to know."

"Then, once we knew of our feelings for each other, and we started dating," You repeat the words that Din is somehow, still to this day, afraid to say sometimes. "I wore it on the right hand, pointing in. That meant I was in a relationship."

"And now on my left hand?" You prod.

Din answers, "Ring finger, heart pointed outwards. Engaged."

"Yes." You affirm, but you leave it at that. You glance up at him to find that he stares, now, at the ceiling. He's thinking. You can almost see the gears turning in his head through the helmet.

He doesn't speak for a while, still thinking. You're sure his perception of time in that brain storm of his isn't active, but if it was, he'd notice that it's been well over five minutes.

You give him that time, tracing your finger along his clothed arm, from his shoulder to his wrist. Then, when you run out of that, you move to his stomach and run circles along it. Din shudders in a way that lets you know he's still here, conscious.

"Then it's correct."

It had been a fifty-fifty. Fifty precent chance that he'd accept the idea, the idea of your engagement, and then another fifty that he'd rather stay comfortable in a relationship and not marriage. You had prepared yourself for both outcomes.

But, even so, you find yourself shocked. "Truly?" You ask breathlessly.

He stares down, you stare up. Then, he gives you the smallest yet most reassuring of nods.

With a grin, you prop yourself up on your elbows and lean down to his helmet. Din meets you half-way, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Will you marry me?" He finally asks.

"Yes."

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[thefrogdalorian]

Dincember Day 4: Lights

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1823 Rating: General Summary: You introduce Din to a favourite Life Day tradition of yours: hanging up lights. It's a tradition that he finds slightly bemusing but after a slight hiccup which is soon resolved, thanks to the abilities possessed by Grogu, the two of you set about making a cheesy new Life Day tradition all of your own. Content Warnings: None! Author's note: this was SO soft and sweet I want to cry and I wrote it sghjks. I just love imagining Din as the oblivious, dense himbo that I truly believe he is. There is nothing behind those brown eyes and I could not love him more for it.

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

Logically you knew that until he had crossed paths with Grogu, Din Djarin had led a solitary existence. There were several reasons for that. His upbringing with the Children of the Watch had isolated him from the rest of the galaxy and, as you had gotten to know Din better, you had found him to be somewhat of a loner just by nature. Din liked his space and peace. It was something precious to him, that he had worked hard to maintain. That was until he found Grogu and met you. Then everything had changed. But there were still occasional reminders of the man Din used to be, not least with the holiday season approaching.

Unlike Din, you had numerous happy memories of Life Day celebrations from your childhood. Yet, Din had never even heard of the traditional Wookiee celebration until he had reached adulthood and begun to make his own way through the galaxy. His revelation that he had never celebrated the holiday you loved before had stunned you, but you were determined to help him make the most of it. Especially since it would be the first time he would spend Life Day in his new cabin on Nevarro. 

As you sat at the kitchen table with Din and Grogu, enjoying a mug of caf on a rare day off for both you and Din, the conversation shifted to the upcoming holiday. You had found your favourite Mandalorian to be endearingly clueless when it came to the festive traditions that you had enjoyed since childhood.

“You’ve seriously never celebrated Life Day before?” You asked again, in disbelief. Your heart ached as you thought of all the fun traditions that Din had missed out on over the years.

“No, I told you cyare, I’ve never really had a reason to.” Din confirmed with a nod, “I’ve never really had a home to celebrate it in.”

“Well, that’s changed,” You said, smiling at Din as you placed your hand on his softly, delighting in the sparks that flew between you at that simple touch. You left your hand on his as they cradled his mug, which contained the last few dregs of the pot of caf Din had brewed as part of your morning routine. “If you would like to, perhaps today we could put some lights up outside the cabin? I think I brought some when I moved in. They’re probably in the boxes of stuff we haven’t sorted through yet.”

“Put the lights... outside the cabin?” Din asked curiously.

“Of course,” You nodded, as though it were the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

“What’s the point of that?” Din questioned, “We won’t be able to see them, then.”

You opened your mouth to respond but, now that you thought of it, you actually could not argue with Din’s observation. The cabin was located on a secluded part of Nevarro, by the lava flats. It wasn’t as though anyone would be able to see the twinkling lights outside your cabin. But perhaps if they were inside, you could enjoy the multicoloured lights for yourselves. It was something that you had never questioned before, a tradition that you mindlessly replicated year after year.

“Actually, I’ve never thought about it that way,” You admitted. “It’s just a tradition, I suppose.”

“Well, why don’t we make our own traditions?” Din suggested with a smirk. “This is our home, we can make the rules.”

“I’d love that, Din,” You smiled at him, your heart fluttering at his choice of words. Our home. Din had never made you feel anything less than completely welcome here, but it had still taken your brain some time to catch up with that sweet sentiment. “Let me go and dig out the lights.”

As Din cleaned up after you in the kitchen, you headed down the hall to the small alcove at the back of the cabin that contained the stack of boxes you had always meant to unpack since you had moved in, but alas was a task that you had never quite got around to. You felt a pang as you glanced at the slightly-tattered boxes. They were reminders of your old life, a life before Din. Bittersweet, faded memories from another time and place. A place that you thought of often, occasionally missed. But there was no one in this galaxy, or any galaxy, that you would rather spend your life with than Din Djarin. You were so glad that you had found him now.

After rummaging around the various boxes for a few minutes, you eventually found what you had been searching for - the elusive box that contained the string of multicoloured lights that you would hang around the cabin. But your excitement soon turned to disappointment. There was a problem, a pretty sizeable one, in fact. You groaned in frustration, slapping your hands against your sides in anger. The noise sent Din hurrying down the hallway towards you to see what the matter was, holding Grogu in his arms.

“What’s the matter, cyare?” Din asked quietly. He was clearly concerned.

“They’re all tangled,” You said, defeatedly, slumped back against the wall, holding the bundle of matted cables in your lap. “There’s no way we’ll ever be able to get all the knots out. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, let me take a look,” Din said, placing Grogu on the floor as he held his hand out towards you. 

You passed him the lights, admiring his tenacity. When you were so quick to give up, Din would always perservere. But there was nothing that could get you out of this mess. The hurried nature of the move had meant you had carelessly scooped the lights up and crammed them into a box. You knew trying to untangle them would be fruitless. As you looked at the miserable mass of cables, it brought back memories of your childhood. Tangled lights had been a recurring problem each year. It had always been your responsibility to sit there and patiently untangle them. You had never seen anything like this before, though. You wondered whether the weekly market on Nevarro might have a vendor who supplied Life Day decorations so that you could replace the lights.

It was a suggestion that you were about to make to Din, a brilliant idea to get you out of this predicament. But before you could, the smallest member of your Clan decided to intervene. In all your ruminations, you had forgotten about the little child who had been patiently observing the scene before him. Grogu’s instinct had always been to use his abilities to help others. Now, you saw evidence of that once more as his green eyelids squeezed shut as he raised his little hand in the air in front of him. 

You and Din watched in amazement as the string of lights slowly began to unravel. The knots that would have taken your human hands hours to sort out had vanished in seconds thanks to Grogu’s abilities. When the last of the lights had straightened out, he stared at the two of you with his ears raised and a small smile on his face, rightfully feeling proud of himself. 

“Thank you, little guy,” Din said affectionately as he scooped Grogu up and pressed his nose to his. 

You stood up from your position on the floor, where you had remained, transfixed by seeing Grogu's powers in action. “Thank you for helping, Grogu,” You said as you stood next to Din and stroked his soft, wrinkled head gently.

“You did good, kid,” Din praised. “Maybe you can help us string them up too, save me digging out the ladder.”

Grogu was only too happy to help with that too, helping – under direction from you and Din – to place the lights around the cabin's main room. It certainly made the entire decorating considerably less stressful than you remembered from days past. But the exertion had worn the little boy out and once the task was complete, he was sleepy. You put him down for a nap in his crib in the cabin.

“Thank you, Grogu.” You said as you gently kissed him on his forehead after tucking him in. You watched him for a few moments, enjoying how at peace he seemed, surrounded by his mountain of the plushies that you and Din had spoiled him with over the months.

When you wandered back into the main room, your breath was taken away by how effortlessly stunning Din looked as he stood there, bathed in the twinkling, multicoloured lights. The sun had set, no light made its way into the cabin except for the lights Grogu had strung up. You stood there silently, in awe, as you admired his side profile: from his dark curls, long enough to hang just over his forehead, to his gorgeous, prominent nose that you loved so much and, finally, the way his dark eyes sparkled in the shimmering lights. You knew he did not realise how handsome he looked, which made it all the better. 

Eventually, you found yourself broken from your silent reverie as Din looked over to the entryway where you stood, a thoroughly smug look on his face.

“You checking me out?” Din said, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” You shrugged as you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, a motion that he reciprocated. “You just look so handsome in all the lights,” You admitted, pressing your body to his and leaning up to kiss him softly, “Putting them up inside the cabin was a stroke of genius.”

“I have my moments,” Din said with a wink. Then, one of Din’s hands moved from its position on your waist to instead hold your hand. He took your joined hands and adjusted them so your joined hands were outstretched at your side. Then, to your surprise, he started moving and spinning you around to some invisible beat.

“Din? What are you–?” You trailed off, breaking into laughter at how the events had taken a turn for the bizarre.

“I don’t know!” Din said between laughter, “Something about the lights just makes me want to dance with you.”

So you twirled around, bathed in the multicoloured glow of the lights, the grin on your face reflected on Din’s as he took your hand and spun you around, relishing in this new tradition. The only soundtrack was your breathless laughter. It was a spontaneous, intimate moment of such simple joy and playfulness that all your inhibitions melted away. You could not imagine that either of you would ever feel comfortable enough to do something like this with another soul. Yet here you were, giggling and dancing like no one was watching beneath the twinkling lights.

And to think, such a moment - a brand new tradition - would never have happened without Din suggesting you deviate from your tradition in how to hang your Life Day lights.

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[dinsverdika]

Huddling for Warmth (one shot)

Pairing: Din Djarin/Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): huddling for warmth, pre-relationship, romantic tension, a bit of flirting, din has opened up to reader, reader is still a goofball, takes place before grogu, reader's gender not specified.

Word count: 1,729

Notes: Hello, I'm back! I said that I would post another one shot which belongs to my Din/Reader series on AO3 so here I am! In Heartbeat, it is mentioned that Din and Reader had huddled for warmth in the past. It's what this one shot is about and thus it takes place before Heartbeat.

“Can’t you call somebody for help?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to retain some body heat.

You and Din had landed on an ice planet in the Outer Rim an hour ago. A bounty was hiding on this planet if you were to believe Din’s tracking fob. Unfortunately, the Razor Crest's heating system had decided to fail you both when you needed it the most.

“I could,” replied Din, closing the door of the cockpit, “but the nearest town is several hours away and I’m not sure how long it would take for them to come to us. Also, they could bring droids to help and I don’t want that.”

You rolled your eyes at his “no droids” policy. “What kind of bounty would hide on a planet like this anyway?” you asked, “all I’m seeing is nothing but snow.”

“The desperate kind I would assume,” he said, sitting on the pilot seat, “this planet looks quite deserted apart from that one town, they could have contacts there… Hence why we may not want to call for help as they may warn the bounty before I could hunt them down.”

You nodded, the temperature within the ship was so cold that puffs of air were escaping your lips and nostrils every time you exhaled. Din didn’t seem fazed by the cold, the thin layer of ice on his helmet being the only visible evidence of the freezing weather of the planet.

“We don’t need help anyway, I can fix it myself.”

“How long would it take you to do so?”

“An hour and a half, maybe two,” he replied, “but this will have to wait tomorrow. The sun is setting down and the temperature may drop, making it difficult for me to work.”

You nodded again, you shivered as your own body heat didn’t suffice to keep you warm anymore, “are you gonna get the bounty then?”

“No.”

You looked up at him, surprised by his blunt answer.

“Why? The sooner you find the bounty the quicker we can get the hell out of here.”

“I’d rather not leave you in these conditions, I don’t want you to freeze to death while I’m gone,” he said as he looked straight ahead, avoiding your gaze.

Quietness filled the cockpit and an awkward tension grew thick between the two of you. Din had left you alone in the ship several times in the past when he had deemed it the safest option. You weren’t helpless by any means, you could handle a blaster and were decent at hand-to-hand combat. You looked through the viewport of the cockpit, noticing once again how deserted this planet seemed to be. You doubted that any wild creatures would tempt their luck either.

Din kept toying around with the control panel, trying to ease the tension within himself.

He finally stood up from the chair and walked towards the exit, “there are spare blankets downstairs, I’ll bring them up. Do you need anything else? We should keep the back and forth between the cockpit and the cargo hold to a minimum.”

You nodded negatively to his question and he quietly went down the ladder.

Your relationship with Din had changed over the course of your journey together. He was more open, you had noticed. It had been difficult to make conversation with him when you had first embarked on the Razor Crest. He would either give you one word answers or no answer at all. You had come to the conclusion that he was not the talkative kind and had let it go. But he had proven you wrong over the last two weeks or so. He initiated the conversation more and, to your surprise, he had a sense of humour. A dry one, but a sense of humour nonetheless.

Something had shifted between you two when you had asked if you could use one of the many blasters he had stored within the weapon locker in the cargo hall. You were bored out of your mind and wanted to target practice. The planet whose name you couldn’t remember had been safe enough for you to venture out of the ship.

He tilted his helmet in your direction, “you know how to use a blaster?”

“D’uuhh, I’d be a food if I didn’t. The galaxy is ruthless,” you had replied.

That’s how you found yourself target practicing with Din soon afterwards. Now that you were thinking about it, you realised that was one of your first bonding moments with the bounty hunter. His entire demeanor towards you had changed. The corners of your lips turned into a soft smile while remembering when he tried to make you miss your target by bumping his pauldron against your shoulder or the way his laugh sounded through the vocoder when you had eyesided him. You had never heard him laugh before. There were so many facets to the Mandalorian and you wanted to know all of them.

The hissing sound of the cockpit doors opening pulled you out of your reverie as Din approached you with a bunch of spare blankets.

“Here,” he said, turning your chair around so you were facing him, “that’s all the blankets I could find.”

You kept quiet as he quickly wrapped you in several blankets. His proximity to you and the way his hands were moving around you brought heat to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but giggle as the butterflies in your stomach sprung free at his ministrations.

“That should be enough,” he finally said when he was done wrapping you up. He patted your shoulders, turned your chair around once more and sat on the pilot chair.

“You’re still cold?” he asked.

“You should try to rest, I’ll keep an eye out while you do so.”

You had tried following Din’s advice to rest but the coldness of the ship managed to seep through the blankets and your clothes, reaching your skin. You exhaled loudly as a shiver coursed through your body.

“Yes,” you replied from your bundle of covers. “I might not make it.”

The faux dramatic edge to your voice made him laugh. A few seconds of silence passed before he spoke up again, “come here,” he said, turning his chair towards you and patting his lap.

“What?”

“Being close to another body may help you warm up,” he explained. He repeated the patting motion on his lap and a giddy feeling took over you at the idea of sitting on his lap. “You want to cuddle?” you teased.

Din shook his head, “this is huddling for warmth, it’s a great survival technique.”

“Hmm, I see,” you retorted, “how are you not cold anyway?”

Din scoffed at your question and said, “I’m a bounty hunter, I don’t get cold.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the grin from appearing on your face, “whatever. It sounds like to me that you’re faking it and you want to cuddle under the disguise of ‘huddling for warmth.’”

Din deeply sighed and shook his head, “are you gonna sit on my lap or not?”

“Alright, alright. I’m coming, no need to be this eager.”

You hopped to the best of your abilities towards Din. The way he had wrapped the covers around you making it difficult to move.

“Have you ever used blankets to restrain bounties? Because I wouldn’t be able to leave this ship even if I tried,” you joked.

“I can’t say I have but I may consider it the next time a bounty wants to be difficult,” he joked back.

“Alright, Mando. How are we doing this huddling for warmth thing?” you asked as you stood in front of him. The Mandalorian stayed quiet as he took you in, trying to find a way to make it work.

You balanced your weight on your feet while Din was staring at you, having his full attention on you was making you antsy.

“You should sit sideways on my lap and keep your knees to your chest. You can rest your head on my chest plate and I’ll, um, wrap my arms around you. Is that okay?” explained Din, cutting your nervousness short.

“It’s more than okay with me,” you grinned at him and positioned yourself on his lap like he had instructed. Din finally wrapped his arms around you when you had made yourself comfortable after some adjusting.

Quietness fell upon you again and you wished you had something witty to say to dissipate it. But Din beat you to it by clearing his throat and saying, “this feels rather… nice.”

“Have you ever cuddled with someone before?”

“I’ve never huddled for warmth before,” he retorted.

“Whatever you wanna call it but yes, this feels nice. I may survive the night like this.”

His chest shook under your cheek as he laughed and you joined him in his laughter. “You should try to rest for good this time, I’ll keep you warm,” he murmured after you had quieted down.

“What about you? Are you not going to sleep?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Am I keeping you warm at least?”

“You are,” he replied, tightening his arms around you, “now sleep.”

You smiled at him one more time and looked through the viewport. The night had fully settled in, giving you and the Mandalorian the view of a cloudless night sky decorated with stars and the two moons this planet had. You wished you could enjoy the comfortable silence with the Mandalorian longer but you couldn’t fight the heaviness of your eyelids anymore. Even through the beskar, Din radiated heat, easing you into sleep.

You were on the edge of falling into sleep when you felt Din sliding two of his fingers in the side of your neck pressing softly on your pulse point. It seemed to be a new habit of his ever since he had opened up to you. You hadn’t questioned him about it yet and, quite frankly, you were too tired to do it right now. A deep sigh of contentment escaped Din’s lips as he removed his fingers from your neck, “sweet dreams, cyar’ika.”

And it’s on these sweet words (one which was foreign to you but, once again, too tired to ask) that you let your body and brain fall into a deep slumber.

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