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Worried Sick

Summary: Steven had been missing for several days. After looking for him everywhere, you keep going to his flat hoping that he'll eventually come back home. When he's finally back, he has a lot to tell...

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader - reader's gender is quickly mentioned twice.

Genre: fluff, very slight angst.

Warnings: cursing, small mention of scars, seeing and touching said scars. Nothing beyond that.

Words: 2,6k

A/N: My first Moon Knight work!!! Still insecure on writing Steven (and the other two), but hopefully this is good enough. Let me know what you think! Also I couldn't come up with a good title idea. Oops :/

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"STEVEN!" 

Half of London had heard you yelling his name, he was sure of it.

Steven turned around quickly, following the sound of your voice. He was about to enter his building when he heard you. He'd just come back from Cairo that morning -or at least that was his latest memory of being back to London, even though he had two fishes now- and had left home to buy some groceries.

Your sight was a relief for him, and he smiled fondly at you once he spotted you amidst the crowd. But once he saw the feral look on your face as you stomped your way to him, his smile dropped and his eyes widened - he knew he was in trouble.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" You yelled again, despite the fact of being almost in front of him already. Once you got to him, you pushed him by his shoulders. "You absolute mad man! I was worried sick!"

"... Hello there." Was all he managed to say for now, in that shy, wavering voice he had whenever he got nervous. You sighed, and the crease between your eyebrows disappeared.

"Where were you, Steven?" You hugged him, and he nearly dropped the paper bag he was clutching on his arm. Eventually, he was able to lace his free arm around your waist, not holding you too tight, too shy to do it. "Are you okay? What happened?" You questioned him, in a controlled voice now, but still filled with concern. "Your phone was out of range. I came to your flat several times. Met an old lady who said you tried to assault her?! Hell, I even went to your job and that Donna bitch said you'd been fired! What the bloody hell is going on, Steven Grant?" You looked deep into his eyes.

He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to come up with a reasonable answer. He had no idea where to begin, and he was sure you weren't going to believe him at all. After vanishing for several days, he thought saying 'I went to Egypt to help Konshu, an Egyptian God, stop Harrow, a crazy old man, and Ammit, another Egyptian goddess, from killing half of the world' would earn him a punch in the face. Which was understandable. Maybe he even deserved it. He could've contacted you, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't think about doing so several times, but he had no idea what to say to you.

"Talk to me, Steven." You said when he didn't say a word, holding his shoulders firmly in your hands. "Are you in trouble? Is someone else involved in this? Please, let me help you, Stevie." You were basically begging him.

He sighed before speaking.

"Come in. I'll make you that tea you like and then I'll tell you everything." He gave you a reassuring smile, and you couldn't help but hug him again. "Alright." You said, nodding with your face buried into his chest. You had been so, so worried.

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After making tea and assuring, several times, that he was alright now, he sat down on the couch with you, and proceeded to tell you everything. From the very beginning. You knew he had sleeping issues, and now he knew what those “issues” were, and told you about Marc. He told you about who Marc was, about the deal with Konshu, about Harrow and his insane plan. He told you about Layla, too, which did make you feel jealous, but you did your best not to let it show. He told you every single thing there was to tell, with the exception of his childhood memories. That was a too delicate subject that required more time to be talked about. He wasn’t planning to hide it from you, it just wasn’t the right moment. He’d dumped a lot of information on you already.

You were so confused during the whole story. So shocked that you didn’t even ask him anything as he went on. And you were still speechless once he was done.

He was sure you hadn’t believed a word. That you were shocked by how much he was lying to you, and not by the story itself. He mentioned that there probably were videos of the events on the internet, considering how things are nowadays. But you didn’t need to see them, having seen them all on the tv news, on newspapers, on group chats, everywhere. The crazy, inexplicable events that had happened in Egypt on the last few days did not pass unnoticed by those who were outside of it. And, hell, the sky had fucking rotated faster than lightspeed and absolutely no one knew what the fuck was that. You’d seen that one with your very eyes.

Sure, this being all over could just be used by him to come up with such crazy lies, trying to cover up whatever it was that had actually happened from you. But you knew Steven better than that. You’d met at the park just a little over a month ago, when you spotted him talking to the living gold statue guy. You figured they were friends, catching up while the older man worked. But once Steven was done talking about the events of his day, you couldn’t help but comment on it and offer him advice. He turned to listen to you, and after that, you’d talked with the then stranger for over two hours, without even asking each other’s names. When you parted ways, you felt sad that you hadn’t gotten his contact info. But to your pleasant surprise, you found him on the very same spot the next day. You talked everyday ever since, both amazed by how fast you had bonded. And both silently amazed by having fallen for one another so fast.

He was looking at you intently, afraid that you would walk away from him for never to return.

“The suit.” You finally spoke “Can I see the suit?” That would be proof enough.

“I… You see, we made a deal with Konshu. That he’d let us go once it was all said and done. So, uh, no suit anymore…” he explained. “Nothing’s really at my side here, is it?” He asked, scratching the back of his head.

You bit your bottom lip, looking at him. By this time the tea in your mug had cooled off, no longer helping to ease your tension and concerns.

“It’s hard to doubt things when the one telling them is someone you trust deeply.” You gave him a half smile.

He smiled back at you, looking so small on his spot on the couch. It was nice knowing that you trusted him, but it was heartbreaking to think he had just completely broken that trust. Suddenly, he realized that he had something that he could show you and maybe prove his story to be true.

“I have the scars. From the bullet wounds, you know, from when Harrow shot me.” He watched you. “I—I can show them to you, if that serves for anything. I didn’t have the suit on when it happened, so although it healed me when I came back, I still got to keep the scars.”

You gave a it a thought, then nodded, placing your mug on the coffee table. Steven got up, and held the hem of his shirt.

“They-re, uh, on my chest. So I, um, I’m sorry for this.” He said, panicky and blushing.

“It’s okay.” You assured him, getting up as well.

He lifted his shirt, clearing his throat in the process, and looking away in shyness the moment your eyes dropped to his torso and you walked closer.

The scars were there, two patches of pink flesh on his chest. They hadn’t healed completely just yet, still recent enough for their color to be of a pink tone instead of a very pale tone of his tanned skin. You got closer to look at them, and he could feel your breath on his skin. When you brought your hand up to touch them lightly, Steven jumped a little, surprised by your action. His cheeks blushed harder. He wanted to look at you so bad, and at the same time he was absolutely ashamed of doing so. The turmoil in his head as he decided if he should look at you or not was almost more intense as Marc and him fighting for control over the body.

Hesitantly, and moving his eyes to every direction as he moved his head, he finally looked at you. When he did manage to properly look at you though, he couldn’t take your eyes of your face, your gaze curiously studying the marks oh his chest as your fingers traced them subtly.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, still looking at his chest.

“Sometimes. But not much. Nothing to worry about” he answered, watching you study him. The scars were not the best proof he could give to you, but they were all he had.

You nodded, giving him a low hum in response. Once you were satisfied with what you were seeing, you drew your hand away from him, lowering it. It was at that moment, as your gaze dropped, that you saw his abdomen. You didn’t mean to stare at it, but the shadows and highlights it captured caught your attention, and you arched an eyebrow in confusion.

“Since when do you have abs?!” You asked, straightening your back, looking at him and then back at his abs. You knew he was not one to hit the gym. So however great he looked, you were so confused. He widened his eyes again, taken back by your question.

“Um, I have no clue. I’d have to ask Marc about that.” He confessed.

“Oh…” was all you could say. Still staring at them, you felt a great urge to touch them, but contained yourself and instantly cleared your throat, looking back at his face. He lowered his shirt back in place.

“This is all I can offer you as proof.” He said as he smoothed the fabric of his shirt.

“It’s okay. I… I believe you.” You told him.

“You do?!” his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped slightly.

“I do.” You smiled.

“Wow, that’s—That’s crazy. I don’t think I would believe myself if I heard all of this shit, but… Wow” He was talking faster, adrenaline taking over him. “I was so sure that you’d punch or slap me. Or maybe even throw hot tea on my face, immediately leaving after that never to look back.” You giggled at that.

“I’d never hurt you, Steven. And, yes, I believe you. Anyone would think I’m crazy to do so, but…” you paused, and then let out a long breath. “I just know that you wouldn’t lie to me”.

“No! No, I would never! Never have and never will” he promised. “… Thank you” he whispered at last.

“It’ll take me a while to process it all properly, but no need to thank me. Just know that I will be asking so many questions once my brain settles down” you and him both chuckled at that.

“I don’t mind. I’ll answer all of your questions.” He smiled at you, looking at you fondly. It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at you like that. And every time you felt like you could melt entirely.

You sighed once again, and stepped forward rapidly, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him tight, breathing in his scent. He allowed himself to hold you just as tight as you were holding him, closing his eyes to relish the moment.

“Kiss her, man! I know that you like her. And she obviously likes you, too. Just kiss her.”

Marc spoke inside Steven’s head. Steven ignored him. The best he could, at least.

“I have a question for now.” You said, bringing him back from his quick moment of annoyance towards Marc.

“Shoot.” He answered.

“Is Marc always there? Is he watching everything that you do?”

“No, not all the time. We can interact sometimes, and that’s easier now that we’ve acknowledged each other. But he isn’t here all the time. In fact, most times we’re very far away when the other is in control, and we don’t share all of our memories.” He explained, patiently.

“I see” you said. You were still hugging each other. “Is—Is he there now?”

“No” he lied.

“Don’t worry, bud. I’ll let you be now. But if you don’t kiss her today I’m making you do it next time” Marc said, leaving with a chuckle.

Steven wanted to grunt, but he held back.

It’s not like he didn’t want to kiss you. He’d wanted that for a long time. And he had missed you during those days he’d spent away. But he couldn’t believe that a girl like you would ever like a man like him. Especially now that you knew he had a mental disorder. You’d most likely not want to deal with that.

“So…” you continued, voice unsure. “If I kissed you right now, I wouldn’t be kissing Marc as well, right?” you held his shirt in your fists as your heart hammered strongly against your chest.

Steven opened his eyes, not believing what he had just heard. Did he hear you correctly? He gave it a thought and, yes, he did hear you correctly.

“No, you wouldn’t” he did his absolute best to play it cool. “Well, it’s the same body, technically. But no, I assure you you would not”.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” you asked in a low voice after reuniting all of your courage just to ask him that. If Steven could fight mercenaries, jackals, a guy assisted by a crazy goddess, and sand zombies, you could ask him a question, however daring. You weren’t 100% sure that he liked you back. But you had to try, right? And after these past days of being in absolute panic due to his sudden disappearing, you were more aware than ever of your feelings towards him and how much you craved to kiss his lips.

“It’s okay” he whispered back, just as anxious as you, hearing his heartbeat against his ears.

You loosened your grip slowly, looking at each other with eyes filled of nervousness, happiness, and eagerness.

He cupped your cheek with one hand, keeping the other on your waist. You held onto his shoulders, getting on your tiptoes ever so slightly to reach his lips. Closing your eyes, you closed the distance between you two.

It was a shy kiss at first, none of you having the guts to go further into it. His lips were soft and warm.

He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer. When you parted your lips to gasp at that, he took the chance to deepen the kiss. It was all you had dreamed of and more. He was so gentle, so soft, so invested and focused on the moment. You were thankful he was holding you, or else you could’ve melted and slipped out of his grasp. As for him, he was grateful to be holding on to you, just as lost and completely taken by the moment as you. He too felt like melting at your touch, at the feeling of your lips and tongue against his.

When you parted for air, he was the first to speak, forehead leaning on yours.

“Can this be a thing between us from now on?”

“Gosh, I was hoping you’d say that.”

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SURPRISE!

Seven - Her

Letter 7 of the Surprise! Writing game

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Words: 536

Warnings: brief mention of a panic attack and body insecurity.

Banner by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Frankie, my dearest,

Somehow you have the power to make me emotional with every letter you send. Happiness, sadness (that you’re not here), joy, desire…

Although foot rubs sound amazing, my back could use some attention too (painkillers don’t always work, and I don’t want to have too much of them).

Your mama must know what goes in my mind, because the day she came to visit – with a lot more food – and I was about to ask her for a shirt of yours, she pulled three of them out of her bag. “You two should have something from papa”, she said. She’s adorable!

I wear them to sleep and around the house. They’re pretty comfy! I might need more. Though I have to say, when I smelled you on them, it did things to me, taking me back to that night…

You mentioned you wanted to see my belly growing with Bean. I haven’t been very confident in my somewhat swollen body, especially in the last few weeks. But I thought you deserved it. And if it’s the only way we can share this wild journey together, then I’m willing to do it. I’ve been taking pictures of myself every Monday, and now that I have enough and they show significant change, I’m sending them to you. I wrote the date and the corresponding week of the pregnancy on the back of all of them. The last one I made sure to wear one of your shirts. ;)

On the other hand, your mama has been accompanying me to the ultrasounds now. On the last one, the doctor had the final image done in 3D. It was… strange seeing it. I’m not gonna lie, I got a bit of a panic attack there. Mama was crying out of happiness too. I cried as well, even though I wasn’t sure what made me cry. It was a chaotic moment, to say the least. I’ve, of course, included that picture in the envelope as well.

I’ve been a little tired lately. I’m having trouble falling asleep lately, but I guess that’s part of the whole thing. Whenever it happens, I wish you were here so you could hold me in your arms, and I’d be at ease, in peace, and be able to rest a little even if I couldn’t sleep…

Is that… weird to say? I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have.

I think I’m in love with you.

Please don’t hold the letter against the sun to try to read what’s under the scribbles.

Anyway. I hope you’re doing well and that you are safe. But please don’t go AWOL! They might get mad and have you stay away longer. Or send you somewhere else much sooner when you’re finally here, and I don’t want you to miss our Bean’s first weeks! (Plus, I’ll surely need the help. So don’t you go crazy out there, Francisco Morales)

Bean and I send you a very tight hug.

With much love,

Stay safe, corazón.

Your Bubbles ♥

Ps.: Mama embroidered some towels and kerchiefs with Mia’s name! She added flowers and tiny bears as well. They’re very cute!

Pps.: Really. Don’t try to read the scribbled words. I’ll die.

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Hey! Thanks for the May the 4th celebration party.

Can you, please, write a one shot with :

- Din Djarin

- "I can't get you out of my head " "... thanks?"

- friends to lovers

Thank you ♡

Thank you so much for this request! I love idiots in love!

Summary: after becoming the Mandalorian's trusted informant and developing a very close friendship with him, he starts worrying about your safety. Making the decision to keep you safe, he goes to your house to tell you about his plans, only he's not good with words and is being weird about it.

Words: 2,5k

Warning: Very brief mention of being followed.

A/N: I couldn't find any descriptions of Aq Vetina, so I took the liberty to give it two moons, because I thought it would be cute and I love moons.

You’ve got to know Din when he showed up at a bar you were at seeking information about a certain gang member. He didn’t ask you specifically, nor did you work at the bar; you just happened to overhear him asking the bartender. And oh, did you have information to share.

When he asked you how did you know so much about so many people in, let’s say, illegal activities, you simply said “I work at a beauty parlor. You’d be surprised at the way clients talk between each other like we, the workers, don’t hear anything.” You shrugged. “Be careful with what you say around the ones that work for you and treat them right, is all I have to say.”

From then on, you’d become his most trustful informant regarding that area of Coruscant.

The most exciting part of it all wasn’t telling him about meetings, appointments, plans or whatever else was being arranged, but seeing your clients lose their minds over the fact that everything kept being discovered, their spouses and friends getting caught, and the several versions of “Did you hear about them? They’ve lost it all since their spouse was taken away, poor thing”.

As time went by, a friendship started to grow between you and the Mandalorian, and you looked forward with more and more intensity to seeing him again, telling him the latest, hottest gossip, and then proceeding to talk about whichever subject would arise between you for the next several hours. It was highly surprising how well you’d gotten along, in a short period of time, coming to the point of becoming best friends.

What you did not know though, was how the Mandalorian’s feelings for you were also growing, becoming more intense with each visit he paid you. Lately, he couldn’t seem to be able to get you out of his mind – everything reminded him of something you’d said, something you’d done, or really just… you.

And he began to worry too. He’d been coming to you for information for a little less than a year, and the darker world of that part of Coruscant was beginning to get too stirred for his liking. You’d assured him nobody would ever hold you as a suspect and everything was fine, but he didn’t buy it. If anything were to happen to you – a thought he preferred to avoid – he would never, ever forgive himself.

He decided it was time to put an end to the scheme you both had. He’d take you somewhere safe, far away from there, help you with whatever you needed. But staying on Coruscant was no longer an option. If, as you said, nobody had a clue about your double agent-like life, then it was better to leave before anyone started to speculate. Your departure wouldn’t draw any attention nor rise any suspicions. It was now or never.

That’s how he ended up knocking on your apartment’s door at eleven p.m. on a Wednesday.

“Mando?!” You exclaimed, surprised to see him there. He’d normally let you know he was coming beforehand.

“I think you should leave.” He blurted out, completely not having thought through the conversation process he’d have to have with you. He was really good at planning things: attacks, fights, maneuvers, but talking was absolutely not one of them

You stared at him with a quizzical look on your face, crumpling the sheet mask you had on.

“I don’t even know if I should invite you in after this, but, please, come in?” You said, confused, and stepped aside so he could walk in in case he wanted to. You had no idea at this point.

He nodded, stepped in and waited for you to close the door. Once you did, you walked around him and gestured to the couch, offering a sit. He shook his head no, but didn’t say anything. You frowned in confusion, and the sheet mask slid halfway down your face. You sighed and peeled it off.

“Just a sec.” you said as you walked towards the bathroom to throw it away. “Can I get you anything?” You asked, louder so he could hear you. “Or do you just plan to not say a word after trying to kick me out of my own house at 11p.m?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that.” He said as he stood on the doorway to the bathroom, and you jumped in a little fright, putting a hand over your chest, not having noticed that he had followed you. “But I really think that’s the best thing to do, and we should do it the sooner we can.”

“Maker! What’s wrong with you today?” You toss the sheet mask into the trash can. “Did someone hit you on the head? Do you have a fever?”

As you asked him that, you reached up and found the spot under his helmet that hid the hem of his high collared shirt, lowering it just enough to press your hand against the skin on his neck and check for his temperature. He froze in place, the action too intimate and completely unexpected. Your hand lingered on the spot for a few seconds, and he could feel the warmth of his skin melting into your colder one. Your fingers were slightly tacky, some of the serum from the sheet mask still on them, and he could smell the faint, delicate perfume coming from it.

He swallowed, trying his best to make it seem like a casual movement, since it was likely that you would feel it against your hand.

“No, you’re alright.” You pulled your hand back, a thoughtful expression on your face as you eyed him. Suddenly, you raised an eyebrow and took a step back. “Wait, how do I know if it’s really you?”

“I’m the only Mandalorian in full beskar armor.” He stated.

“You could’ve stolen it from him.” You countered.

“You know my voice, though.”

“It could just be a filter. I’ve never heard his voice without the helmet.” You point to his head as you mention it.

“Stop referring to me in third person.” He sighed.

“What if you were sent by a gang member to get Mando, kill him, get his armor, only to get to me for passing information to him about said gang? Huh? How would I know?” You countered again, taking another step back.

“So you have thought about it!” He exclaimed, a mix of surprise and relief in his voice.

“Don’t change the subject!”

He sighed again.

“Y/N, it’s me. I promise.” He held his hands up in a sign of peace.

“Show me your hand.” You commanded, suddenly.

“I… What? My hand?” He tilted his head, confused.

“Yes. Your left hand. There’s a small tattoo on it. A planet. I saw it when you removed your glove once.” You admitted, and you could tell he was surprised that you’ve noticed. He didn’t even remember taking his gloves off in front of you before, but then again, you’ve always made him feel comfortable and at ease. Removing his gloves in front of you without even realizing it shouldn’t come as a surprise.

He nodded, and started pulling the fabric on tip of his fingers to loosen the piece of clothing. Once he’d removed it, he extended his arm towards you, showing you his hand. You leaned forward, looking at the spot between his index finger and his thumb on the top side of his hand. There it was: the little planet in black ink. From up close you could see there were two dots near it, probably symbolizing two moons. It was cute.

Finally, you relaxed.

“It is you.” You said, running a hand over your clothes to smooth them.

“Told you so.” He answered, but he was not mad. In fact, he let out a soft snort at you.

“Alright. What brought you here? Who are you hunting now?” You asked him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m not after anyone this time. The reason I’m here is because I think it’s time we put an end to our informant-hunter scheme. The downfall of all those gang members and leaders is becoming too great, and it’s not gonna be too long until they start really digging deep into it to find out who’s responsible for it. If they get to you and something bad happens…” He let the sentence linger, sighing. “I can’t risk having you hurt because of me.” He confessed.

“Oh…” you scratched the back of your head. “Yeah, I’ve- I’ve been thinking about that, too, lately.” You admitted, and then averted his gaze and lowered your voice to a whisper “especially after a guy followed me from the beauty parlor to the station.”

“Excuse me, after what?” Mando exclaimed. “When was that? Why didn’t you reach out to me?” He paused for a millisecond to hear your answer, but spoke again before you had the chance to. “It doesn’t matter. We’re leaving. Now.”

“Wait, I can’t just leave like this. There are things I need to do first, people I have to talk to--”

“The less people know about you and where you’re going, the better.” He interrupted you “Trust me. Let’s just gather your things and go.”

“And not telling my friends or my boss? Won’t that make it even more suspicious?”

“As long as no one follows us we’ll be good. Now let’s do it. Grab your suitcase. I’ll help you out.” He said and started looking around the bathroom, opening the cabinet doors to find a necessaire in there. He opened it and started shoving things into it: your toothbrush and toothpaste, a comb, pads, a moisturizer, and everything else he figured you’d need.

“Mando, stop! You’re panicking.” You told him but he didn’t listen, instead continuing to look around the cabinet for anything he deemed would be necessary and shoving it inside the small bag. “Stop!” you took the necessaire from his hands, finally drawing his attention back to you.

“Y/N, please, you don’t understand…” He whispered.

“What do I not understand? Tell me what’s going on. Why this now?”

“Because—” he stopped himself, letting out a breath, and his shoulders dropped. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

“… Thanks?”  

You two just stared at each other for a while, a weird silence hanging in the air.

“That’s all you have to say?” He asked when you didn’t say anything else, sounding disconsolate.

“Sorry, I—I got nervous. I…” you were unsure, uneasy, holding the bag in your hands in a firm grip. “Does this really mean what I think it means?”

“If you think it means I’m confessing my feelings for you, then yes, it does.” He swallowed thick, heart hammering against his chest, his hands going into fists as he fought the nervousness that washed over him.

“Oh…” You found yourself lost for words, and took a few more seconds to speak again. “Then I think it’s safe to say that I can’t get you out of my head either.” You looked at him, a shy smile on your lips.

Mando let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and it was like an entire world had been lifted off his shoulders.

“If you feel the same… Then do you understand why I need to get you out of here as soon as possible? Why I worry about you so much?” He asked, patiently, looking at you full of hope.

“I do.” You confessed softly.

At that moment, there were so many things Mando wanted to do: hold you close, pick you up and swirl you around, shower you with kisses, nuzzle into your neck, finally kiss your lips, and so many other things. But his focus at that moment was taking you far away from where you were currently standing, taking you somewhere safe. He’d have time to do all those romantic things with you later.

“Grab your stuff.” He said again, only it was softer this time. “We’ll sort everything else later. For now, let’s just focus on the most important matter: getting you to safety.”

“Okay.” You whispered, smiling at him.

Not too long after that, you found yourself on the passenger seat of the Razor Crest, looking down at the city as the ship distanced itself from it. It was an odd feeling, leaving everything behind so suddenly. But you were with Mando, the man you had grown to love and that you trusted more than anyone else, regardless of ever seeing his face, or even knowing his real name. Still, you had a feeling everything would be just fine.

“It’s Din.” His voice brought you out from your trance, and you glanced away from the now shrinking planet to look at him.

“What?” You asked.

“My name. I never told you. It’s Din. Din Djarin.” He confided, and you smiled warmly at him. It was like he could read your thoughts, and it was not the first time you’ve had that impression.

“It’s a beautiful name.” You told him.

“Thank you…” He said, and you could tell he felt shy about it, making you stifle a giggle.

“Do you have a place in mind that you would like to go to?” He asked.

“No.” you answered, trying to think of places you’d heard of before. You’d been born and raised on the lower grounds of Coruscant, and never had a chance to visit other planets. “Do you have a place you call home?”

“Well…” He said as he set the ship to autopilot “It’s not really a place.” He turned the chair so he could look at you. “The tattoo you’ve seen,” he started tugging his left glove off “This one.” he extended his hand to you so you can look at it again. “It’s Aq Vetina, the planet I was born on.” You look up from his hand to his visor, surprised to learn that. He cleared his throat slightly before speaking again. “It’s not a single tattoo. It’s part of a duo. They both mean home to me.” As he said that, he removed his right glove and extended both hands to you. You took them, and as you looked at his right hand, you saw another small drawing, on the same spot as the one on his left. It was a star.

“It’s beautiful.” You told him as you examined it, bringing his hands closer to each other so you could look at the drawings side by side.

“I got them on the same day, a couple months ago. This one is my favorite star. You’ve always reminded me of it” once again, you looked up at him in surprise. He could tell by the look in your eyes that you immediately knew there was more to that tattoo than just the drawing of a star. As he explained, he gently squeezed your hands in his, according to which hand he was mentioning to. He started with the left one. “This is my home planet, Aq Vetina. And this,” he mentioned to the right one, and looked deep into your eyes before speaking “is my favorite star – you. Home”.

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It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves

PART VI

Summary: Din is being haunted by nightmares, and nothing you try seems to work in helping him. There's still something you haven't tried though, which will lead him to be even more thankful to you than he already was.

Genre: Fluff. Like, super fluff. Marshmallow fluff.

Song rec: Don't you dare (make me fall in love with you) - Kaden MacKay

Warnings: nightmares, but there's no description of them. Quick mention to alcohol and drug use.

Words: 5,1k

A/N: I highly recommend that you listen to the song. It's so beautiful and it fits the relationship between Mando and reader SO well.

A/N 2: I am so sorry it took me so long to post part VI, but I fell into a bad mental breakdown that completely stopped me from being able to write. Still, hope you enjoy this one because next part is not going to be so pretty eheheheheh

Part V; Masterlist

Come With Me

You could hear him shuffling on the bed from where you were laying on the couch. It had been hours since you all said your goodnights and headed to your sleeping spots. You couldn’t fall sleep though. Not due to the muffled noises coming from upstairs, no. At first, slumber just didn't come to you, but Din slept peacefully upstairs. That is, until the nightmares started.

It started with low, almost inaudible groans. Slowly they became complaints, words that you couldn't make out, but that were covered in anguish and despair. He called out for many things: for help, for his parents, for mercy. The memories of that dreadful day on Aq Vetina when Separatist droids raided the planet, causing the death of several civilians, including his parents.

He inhaled sharply all of a sudden and you knew he had woken up, breathing hard through his mouth, trying to recover from the turmoil his mind had made him go through once again. He sighed loudly, grunting, and since then he'd been turning and shifting on the bed, unable to fall asleep again.

It broke your heart to hear him go through this. You knew how frequent nights like this were, and it made your chest ache. If only you had the power to take all of his pain and suffering away... 

A few minutes later you heard him get up, bare feet tapping the wooden floor, making the stairs creak as he made his way to the kitchen. 

"They still haunt you..." you said from the couch as he filled a glass with water, all in the dark. He sighed once again. 

"Yes..." he pondered as he drank the liquid "They're less frequent now. But they’re still there… I’m sorry that I woke you up" he said.

"You didn’t. I couldn't sleep.” you sat up, hearing him walk towards you and then carefully sitting down on the couch you were on.

“These nightmares had become rarer when we were together,” he admitted, and soon cleared his throat as he thought over his choice of words. “I mean, when—when I came to visit frequently, that is. But they came back all at once the moment I left…” you could hear the regret in his voice as he spoke. Parting ways had been as difficult for him as it had been for you, but you hadn’t talked about that yet. Remembering it was hard, and none of you knew what was ahead of you now, several years later. “Grogu helped a lot, though.” He broke the silence “That little womp rat has no idea how much he’s helped me.” He chuckled fondly and you smiled.

“I’m pretty sure he knows.” You assured him. You were certain that Grogu, however young, understood much more than he seemed to.

After a moment of silence, Din’s hand found yours in the dark, and you looked down at them in surprise even though you couldn’t actually see them. He got up and tugged your hand slightly.

“Come with me.” He said.

“Where?” You asked, confused, to which he chuckled.

“Upstairs. Remember what we used to do when I had nightmares?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you realized what he had in mind. “I—I hope it still works.” You said, pushing the blanket aside and getting up.

“I’m sure it does.” Din said, leading you towards the stairs “Careful now.” He let you go up the stairs in front of him, following closely behind, still holding your hand.

You were caught you by surprise when he placed his free hand on your hip. It was a protective gesture – he didn’t want you tripping and getting hurt for going up the stairs in complete darkness. But it made your heart skip a beat, and you swallowed, trying not to focus too much on his touch on you.

Once you made your way to the bed, you two got on it, making yourselves comfortable. That was much easier now that you had a double bed, unlike those years back.

“Comfy?” He whispered to you, trying to not wake Grogu up. The kid was fast asleep, tucked in on his floating crib by the bed.

“Yeah. Scooch in.” you answered, opening your arms for him to come closer.

Din approached slowly, being careful with his hands; he didn’t want to touch you anywhere that would seem inappropriate - he’d never do that, much less without your consent. He carefully placed an arm over your stomach, leaning in closer and laying his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. He was too big for you, always had been, but that had never been an issue to you. You liked it, actually. You liked it a lot, but never dared to express the other L word that lived in your heart.

When he felt your arms around him, holding him close, he couldn’t help but pull you closer too, burying his face deeper into your chest and taking a deep breath. It was like all of his worries and sad memories had melted away from his mind, and he fell in a state of peace that he hadn’t felt in years. He could feel your steady breath, and a heartbeat that was beating a little faster than normal, which made him smile to himself – his heartbeat was faster at that moment too.

You brought a hand up and began grazing your fingernails lightly on his scalp, drawing from him a satisfied groan that was impossible for him to hold back. You chuckled at that, and placed a kiss on the top of his head, and at that moment, Din was entirely sure nothing had changed between the two of you, regardless of a decade of immeasurable distance.

Bit by bit, you felt him sink deeper into you and the mattress, and as he felt heavier against your form, you could tell he had finally fallen asleep, a more than deserved rest. Soon after, you followed, a ghost of a smile across your lips as you relished in the thought and the feeling of the person that meant more to you than you could ever explain comfortably pressed against your body.

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11 years ago

For the fourteen days Din had been with you, he’d had only three nights where he was able to actually sleep well and rest. Being with you helped a lot - you calmed him down just by being in the same room as him. But there were times that were more difficult for him. He still had his ups and downs.

It was starting to show, though. He was tired, worn out, his mood swinging as daytime passed, and if you could see his face, you’d see his tired, red eyes surrounded by dark circles, his messy hair, and a few small cuts he’d made by accident when shaving, too tired to perform any task properly. In short, he was a mess. 

You didn’t want to mention it directly. He didn’t like talking about his past and the nightmares that haunted him since he was a child. But it was painful to see him like that and not be able to do much about it. So, you decided to do what you could: you’d suggested going on longer walks, you took him out, you made him calming teas at night, suggested books with easy-flow and calming stories, and you even went hiking. Maybe if he was tired or relaxed enough at bedtime, he’d be able to have a good night's sleep. But nothing seemed to be working.

At this point, you didn’t know what else to do. You just wanted to tell him you were there with him and to hold him.

Hmm, you hadn’t tried that yet.

Realizing this, you remembered how you used to run to your mom’s bed when you were a kid every time you had bad dreams. She’d hold you close and run her fingers through your hair. That always made you calm down, and you were able to fall asleep peacefully after that.

You thought thoroughly about it during the day, wondering if it would be okay, if you wouldn’t be trespassing Din’s boundaries. You concluded that you had to give it a try, for his own sake.

You brought it up after dinner, when you were both resting in the living room. You were embroidering a small, round scenery full of flowers, and he was helping you by passing the different colored threads through the eyes of several needles. You had offered to teach him how to embroider a while ago, but he was an absolute mess at it. After several messy tries, he said he preferred to just thread the needles to help you out and watch you do it instead. You didn’t insist, of course, but told him to let you know if he ever changed his mind.

You were on the couch and he was by your side, sitting cross legged on the floor, the embroidery materials laid out on the coffee table.

“Din?” you called his name softly. He answered with a hum, eyes focused on the needle he was holding. “I was thinking about something. I hope you won’t mind.”

He turned to look at you, curious about what the subject could possibly be for you to say that.

“Go ahead.” He encouraged you.

“Well…” you brought the needle up to your eye level as you pulled the thread through the fabric, finishing a seam. You passed the needle through the fabric to keep it in place and dropped the embroidery frame to your lap. “We don’t talk about it. And I don’t mention it because I know you don’t like to bring it up. But…” you paused and sighed before continuing. “Your nightmares. They’ve become more frequent. And worse, it seems.”

Din looked away, feeling embarrassed by the situation even though he had no need to. He knew you had noticed. There was no way you wouldn’t, to be fair. He’s been more vocal during them, and the fatigue in him as he went through the day was impossible to miss, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“A child could handle them better than I do, I know.” He scoffed at himself. “I’m sorry that I’ve bothered your sleep so many times now.” He said, without looking at you.

“No, Din, no. That’s not why I’m bringing this up now.” You put the embroidery frame away and dropped to the floor, sitting by his side and placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m worried about you. I tried many things to either calm you down before bed or tire you up during the day, but nothing’s worked. I can tell how exhausted you are, both physically and mentally. And we can’t risk it getting to you in the middle of a fight. You could be severely injured or worse, and I really don’t want that to happen. And I’m tired of laying on this couch, hearing you suffer all alone, and not being able to do anything about it.”

Silence fell between the two of you when you finished saying what you wanted to say most. He knew you were being sincere. He appreciated your concern and everything that you had silently done in an attempt of helping him. All of it meant more to him than he could ever put in words.

“I’ve tried so many other things to get them to stop in the past.” He said. “I’ve tried staying awake for as long as my body could take it before collapsing. I’ve tried getting drunk, and I’m glad we didn’t meet when I was doing so. You would’ve hated me then, always looking around for liquor and taking whatever drop of alcohol I could find. I’ve trying taking sleeping pills. First one, then two, and then several at a time… Nothing stops them. The nights they decide to haunt me, there’s not a single thing that can hold them back.”

You gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, looking at him as he spoke, his gaze fixed on the floor, ashamed to look at you.

“I don’t know what to try anymore, except for one thing. And I hope it works, because it’s driving me mad how I just can’t seem to be able to help you.” You confessed.

“You don’t have to worry about me like that, Y/N. It- It sucks. But I don’t want to be a burden to you. I’ll learn to live with it someday. I could sleep in my ship in the meantime so I won’t wake you up in the middle of the night anymore. I don’t you to be exhausted because of me.”

“Don’t even bother with that.” You told him. “I do worry about you. A lot. You mean so much to me, and I’d be a terrible person if I just ignored your problems and the things that are bothering you. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to help you. You don’t have to learn to live with it. If there’s a solution, then we’ll find it. And I don’t mind spending some nights awake if it’s to help you feel better. Please, let me try.” You were almost begging him.

“I don’t want to bother you with it more than I already have.” He said in a low voice, stubborn to accept any kind of help, even if it came from you.

“It’s not a bother.” You said, sternly.

He looked away from you again, deep in thought and guilt. He felt like he didn’t deserve to be aided by someone like you. And he felt even worse thinking that he was a burden to you, the person that had looked after so many times, the person who gave him shelter whenever he came by, always greeting him with a big smile and arms open wide.

But he was tired. And he would have to admit it to himself sooner or later. He wouldn’t last long if things continued to be as they were now. And you were right, in his line of work, it was dangerous. After a couple minutes in complete silence and trying to avoid the feeling of your piercing gaze on him, he finally surrendered.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, turning to look at you. You smiled, happy that he was accepting your help.

“It’s not much, but… You see, when I was little, I would run to my mom whenever a nightmare invaded my dreams. She’d hold me close, rub my arms to calm me down. And while I was with her, I knew nothing could get to me. And then I was able to sleep peacefully again.” You told him. “What I was thinking about was that, maybe, if you felt protected, then the nightmares couldn’t get to you.” You gave him a half, shy smile, followed by a subtle shrug of your shoulders.

It was a dumb idea. Childish even. You knew it. But it was worth a try. You weren’t his mother, nor related to him by any way. But there was no denying for how much you cared for him. The feelings you had for him only grew stronger each day, and you were determined to make him feel better and be happier, even though you knew you’d never be able to actually be with him. Given that, looking out for him was enough for you. Or so you tried to convince yourself.

“So, what do you suggest?” He asked again, and you chuckled lightly at his obliviousness.

Getting up, you walked to the light switch to turn the lights off, the warm clarity of the bedside lamp upstairs being the only source of light to guide your way. You walked back towards him and held out your hand for him to take.

“Come with me.” You said.

“Where?” he asked, confused, but taking your hand and standing up either way. He’d go wherever you lead him.

“Upstairs.” You chuckled lightly. “Let’s try something out.”

Holding his hand, you guided him up the stairs and to the bed, stopping by it and turning to face him again.

“I’ll hold you while you sleep, if that’s okay with you.” You revealed to him what he hadn’t been able to realize by himself yet.

His eyes grew wide under the helmet, and he could feel his heart immediately beating faster against his chest. He looked from you to the bed, and then back at you. He inhaled before answering you, not having realized he’d stopped breathing when he heard you.

“… Okay.” He simply said, not being able to say anything else. You smiled, happy that he agreed to your idea.

Pushing the covers aside, you sat on the bed first, reaching for the sleep mask he’d given you that lied on the nightstand. You were both in your pajamas already, as you did most nights, so there was no need to change clothes. You’d become close enough to wear whatever you wanted around each other and not feel uncomfortable or weirded out by it.

“So you can take your helmet of.” You explained, holding the mask up before fixing it on over your eyes. You laid down, getting yourself comfortable, and once you did, you opened your arms to invite him in. “Scooch in.”

He got nervous, despite the fact that you both had been physically very close to each other in the past, like when you danced, or when you watched the Aurora Borealis, and every time you hugged. You often found ways to touch one another and stay close. Too much for just friends, most would say. But holding back was something that had been left in the past, since none of you could do it anymore. This was different though. Much more intimate than all the other times.

He took off his helmet, placing it on the nightstand. Carefully, he climbed on the bed, and maneuvered his way around your body, panicking as he tried to not end up touching you in an inappropriate way. He very carefully and slowly laid his head on your chest and then threw his arm over your stomach, just under your breast.

You could tell he was holding back, afraid to touch you or even hurt you. He would get no rest if he spent the night completely stiff, all the muscles in his body tensed up. Embracing him with your arms, you pulled him closer, earning a surprised small inhale from him. He was big, and his shoulders were wide, so you had to press your arms around him in order to be able to hold him entirely. His heart rate went up, but he didn’t mind your gesture. You began stroking his back in little circles, lightly at first, but putting more pressure into it as you felt his tension start to melt away. As he relaxed, you brought your other hand up to his hair, twirling your fingers through his soft hair and caressing his scalp. That was what made him surrender himself completely into you. You could feel his whole weight on you now, and his muscles were relaxed. He nuzzled closer into your chest and held you tighter, breathing in and letting out a deep, satisfied sigh.

“Feeling better?” you asked him.

“Much better.” He mumbled against your chest, slumber quickly getting to his tired body and mind. You chuckled, and he loved to hear it resonating through your chest.

“Good. We’re at least on the right direction, then.” You said.

“Even if I still have nightmares tonight, I’ll at least have rested, that’s for sure” he admitted.

He started rubbing slow, small circles on your side, and a few minutes of silence went by before you spoke again.

“Often when you are off world and I can’t sleep, I open the ceiling windows so I can look at the night sky.” You told him. “I look up at the stars and wonder if I can see you coming back to me. If the shooting star that just crossed the sky could be a glimpse of the sunlight reflecting on the Crest. I miss you when you’re not around.”

He sighed at your confession, also being guilty of always wondering when he could get back to you himself.

“I miss you too.” He confessed. “I’m always looking forward for the moment I can fly back to you… I wish I could stay forever.”

“Me too…” you agreed. “But you know you can stay forever if you ever decide to, don’t you?”

“I do…” he paused for a few seconds. “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I—” He started, but stopped himself from saying those three little words that had been caught in his throat for so long now. No. Better not to say them. “Thank you.” He whispered instead.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face, oblivious to the words he’d hidden from you.

“Don’t mention it.” You said and kissed the top of his head. He nuzzled into you more than he already had.

That night, Din slept peacefully like he hadn’t been able to in years. No dreams, but no nightmares either. Only the sound of your heartbeat in your chest, the crickets outside, and deep, deep sleep.

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You woke up slowly the next morning, laying on your side and tucked in under the blanket. The sleep mask was crooked on your face, but still covering your whole sight. You turned, laying on your back, starting to come to your senses. You couldn’t feel Din by your side, and given it was a single bed, it was unlikely that he was still there. Still, you reached out your arm to feel the mattress, just to make sure.

“Din?” you called out softly. You didn’t want to risk taking off your mask and seeing him still on the bedroom, helmet off.

“Down here.” He answered from downstairs, voice already covered by the synthesizer of his helmet. You were surprised that he had heard you though.

It was when you noticed a sweet, delicate smell in the air. It was good and made your mouth water, but it made you confused.

“Are you cooking?” you asked, voice louder now.

“Um…” he paused, assessing the mess in front of him. “Kind of.” He answered.

That was surprising and cute. You knew he lacked the skills to make a simple meal, frequently messing up scrambled eggs and even instant noodles. How he managed to mess up the latter was still a mystery to you.

“Do you need help?” You offered.

“No!” He was quick to answer, desperate even. “Sorry. Um, no, thank you.” He corrected himself.

“Okay.” You said, not sure if you should be amused or suspicious. Taking off your mask and putting it aside, you pushed the blankets off of you and spoke again. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“No, no, no!” He almost shouted “Stay there!”

Alright, now you were definitely suspicious.

“Is everything alright down there?” You asked, frowning.

“It is. Just- Just stay there. Stay on the bed.”

You started picturing scenarios of all sorts, trying to figure out what was going on. Out of many things, one made you speak out again:

“Din, did you ruin my favorite pot?!” You heard him chuckle at you as he fumbled with things.

“No, I didn’t even touch it. Promise.” He said with a smile on his voice. “Are you still on the bed?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I’m coming up.”

You sat cross legged on the bed, watching as he started to show up the stairs. Once you could see his chest, you understood why he was being so mysterious. He was carrying a tray on which you could spot a glass, a cup and other things. He walked over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing the tray carefully in front of you.

“I made you breakfast!” He said, cheerfully.

On the tray there was a plate with French toasts on it, sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon, a cup of hot coffee, a glass of juice, and a bowl full of fresh, red berries. It had all been gingerly placed, most likely planned too. But what got you the most was the small, delicate flower he had placed on top of the napkin.

“You did this for me?” You asked him, looking from the tray to him in awe, placing a hand on your chest.

“I, um, yes. I’m not very good at cooking, as you know. This is the only thing I could think of that I can do without, well, ruining it completely. And I still burned the first ones and had to throw them away. And the kitchen is a mess, but don’t worry, I’ll clean it later. Also, I cut my finger.” He held up his hand, showing you the injured finger, a band aid sloppily wrapped around it. You would have to fix that up later.

“It’s French toast, coffee, juice and fruit, how did you even manage to cut yourself?” You asked, grinning.

“I have no idea either” he admitted and you chuckled, making him chuckle with you. “Eat.” He said.

You picked a berry, savoring it and then having a sip of juice. When you put the second berry in your mouth, you realized something.

“We didn’t have any berries at home.” You said. “Where did you get them?”

“I went to the market. I know you like to have berries with your French toast.” If you weren’t already taken away by his kindness, you were even more now.

“How long have you been up?” It wasn’t too late in the morning, meaning he’d been up for some time now to be able to do all that before you woke up.

“A while.” He said, slightly uneasy. “I got nervous, so I got up early. Eat.” He told you to before you could have the chance to ask him why he’d gotten nervous.

You took a bite of the French toast, closing your eyes and humming in approval. They were the best you had ever had.

“What have I done to deserve this?” You looked back at him, taking another bite.

“I didn’t have any nightmares tonight, and I slept better than I have in years. I haven’t felt this well rested in ages, and it’s all thanks to you.” He told you. “I wanted to thank you.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that from you.” You smiled fondly at him. “I’m so glad that you’ve finally rested. I’ll be honest, I haven’t slept so peacefully as I did tonight in a long time too. But I’m glad for you. I worry about your health, about you. And I hope the nightmares become less frequent now or don’t even show up anymore. I’m more than happy to help. But, really, this” you motioned to the tray in front of you. “I didn’t even do much. There was no need to thank me for that.”

“Of course there was. And it’s not just for tonight. I know you’ve been trying to help me with this for the past weeks. You know I don’t like to talk about it, so you didn’t mention it, doing your part silently. I noticed it all, and I am very thankful for that. And that’s only one of the many things you have done for me ever since we met. You are so good to me. It was about time for me to express my gratitude. If there’s anyone in here who’s not deserving of anything, it’s me.”

Din wasn’t very vocal, and he was not very good at showing, well, anything. Still, you knew how he felt. You knew he was aware of everything that went on between you two. You could see through him, helmet or not. He didn’t have to say a word, because you knew from his actions, from all the little things he did. He was thoughtful, kind, caring. He always had your back, just like you had his. But even if you knew he was thankful to you – as you were to him – it was nice to hear him say how he felt. It’s needless to say you were caught by surprise.

“You deserve the whole world and much more, Din.” You leaned forward to place your hand on top of his. “It’s very good to hear you say all that, but know there’s no need to thank me. I do it all because you matter to me and I want to see you well and happy. And I’m very grateful for all you have done for me, too. My life’s had a whole new meaning ever since the day I met you. You changed everything.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, looking at him fondly and giving him a warm smile. You knew he was smiling under the helmet too.

He got up and walked around the bed to sit by your side, doing his best to not disturb the contents on the tray too much. Once he was properly sat by your side, he pulled you into a tight hug, to which you quickly responded by wrapping your arms around him as well. As you pulled away, he gave the tip of your nose a very gentle tap with his finger, and you giggled.

You took another bite of your toast, followed by a sip of coffee. As you put the cup down, he chuckled, looking at you.

“What?” you looked at him, confused.

“There’s sugar on your lips.” He said.

“Oh.”

You were about to reach for the napkin when he held your chin gently, and wiped away the sugar with the thumb of his free hand. Maker only knows how much he wished to clean that sugar away by kissing your lips. You parted your lips slightly, gazing up at him in surprise – those beautiful eyes of yours did nothing to help him contain himself, but he did the best he could.

Looking away from you for a moment, he picked the flower from the tray and placed it behind your ear.

“Two beautiful flowers.” He said.

You felt yourself blushing hard, immediately looking away. You took another sip of coffee in an attempt to calm your nerves down, and a shy smiled appeared on your lips as you did so. Din didn’t miss it.

From that day on, there wasn’t a time that you didn’t sleep together, easily and peacefully falling asleep in each other’s arms. Din’s nightmares were gone.

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MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU BEAUTIFUL!!!!

For your requests, I have two prompts I'd like in one story for on silver tin can!

P1: “i feel strange when you’re around.” “do you have a fever or something?”

P2: character a shows up on character b’s doorstep, drenched head to toe. character b is not amused.

Character: Din 😍

Relation: enemies to lovers 😈

I like the idea of him realizing he's in love with her and showing up when it's raining her being like "then hell?" Lol

MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU! ALSO, MY HAND SLIPPED!! OOPS! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Summary: You and Mando had known each other for years, working on the same field, and even being hired into the same groups for more specific, bigger jobs. Every time you ran into each other though, the hatred you felt only grew stronger. Until one day you realize, maybe that feeling in your guts isn't only anger.

Words: 3,7K

Warnings: canon typical violence; mentions of a wound and surgery; language.

A/N: It's 4a.m. and I didn't read proof this. ENJOY!!!

There was only one thing better than a successful hunt as a bounty hunter: a successful hunt in your home planet. That meant you got to keep more credits, since you wouldn’t have to bother traveling to distant planets, therefore not having to worry about fuel.

Fuel is a big deal everywhere: no matter what side you’re on, if you’re neutral, if you’re a hard worker just trying to make a living or if you just need to move from one place to another. You need fuel. And it’s fuel that brought you here today.

You’d been hired to capture five criminals responsible for smuggling fuel from Malastare, and one of their clients just happened to be the owner of a local fuel station. They’d be meeting tonight, not too far away from town. The only specification for this job was to not lose the fuel. You had an amazing aim and almost never missed a shot, so that didn’t bother you. Easy money!

You’d been observing them for a few minutes now, watching closely through the aim on your rifle. They were talking by a truck full of the barrels, so you hoped that after the first man was shot on the head, the others would scatter around, looking for you. The farther they ran from the barrels, the better.

You position your rifle, zooming in on the head of the first one. He moves as he talks, and you focus, holding your breath and unwittingly poking the tip of your tongue out in concentration.

Almost there…

Target locked.

There’s no way you’d miss this shot.

You begin to press the trigger.

And…

A platinum form descends out of nowhere, right in front of your aim, blocking your target entirely.

“What the fuck?!” you mutter to yourself, not understanding what just happened and extremely pissed over whatever just covered your target.

You lift your head to asses the situation with naked eyes, and that’s when you see the last person you wanted to see tonight. Or ever.

Mando.

He arrived on his jetpack, from where, you didn’t know, too focused on your target to register it. And now he’s alerted the smugglers and messed your entire hunt.

“No fucking way!” You yell, getting up from the safe spot you’d been laying on your stomach for at least an hour as you waited for them to arrive.

The Mandalorian turns when he hears you, blaster in hand. Only now the criminals also had their blasters in hand and are beginning to shoot at you. A blast hits Mando’s shoulder plate, making him turn back to the criminals. You start running on their direction, swinging the rifle over your head and leaving it for the more practical blaster in the holster on your waist.

“What are you doing here, swamp blurrg?!” The Mandalorian asks, surprised and annoyed, as you reach him. He shoots towards the criminals, and four more show up, coming from behind the truck used to transport the fuel.

“What am I doing here? I live here, and this my hunt. I arrived here much sooner than you did!” You yell back at him. You’d shoot him if it weren’t for the several other men shooting at you. “Not to mention you just ruined it all, dipshit!” There’s nowhere to take cover, so you duck behind him: he’s already ruined it all, so he should at least serve as a hield. His beskar armor was bulletproof either way.

He grunts in annoyance, but he doesn’t have the time to argue right now.

“Do not hit the barrels!” He commands and you scoff.

“I should say the same to you!” You say as you shoot the guys from your safe spot behind him.

Four men are down, five more to go. They start running to the truck to get away, and you and Mano charge against them. Two of them get in and start driving as the other three run after the truck and shoot at you both. The barrels are right behind them, and shooting their way while running without hitting the barrels becomes almost impossible.

While one drives, the second one ducks through the window with a much larger weapon and aim at you.

“Look out!” You shout to Mando.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He says, and you wish you could bonk his helmeted head with the handle of your blaster (you had the chance to do that once. It sounded nice. Not as nice as hitting him though).

The truck is way too loaded to go fast, and soon you start to catch up with them, making it easier to shoot them at this distance. You hit one, Mando hits another. Three to go now. The guy on the window is shooting nonstop. Mando shoots the last guy on foot. It should be easier now. He activates his jetpack to get to the truck’s cabin, and you let out an angry groan – if he gets the two remaining guys, he’s undoubtedly keeping the whole bounty for himself. But you’re not willing to let that happen.

You’re close enough now to aim on the smuggler’s head and get rid of him. Once the driver realizes he’s alone, he’s certainly going to surrender.

That’s when it all goes down.

The driver runs over a big hole on the ground, making the entire truck shake. The guy shooting loses balance, his finger still on the trigger, and the blasts hit the barrels.

It all blows up, impact pushing you away through the air, only to fall on the hard, rocky ground several meters away. Mando is pushed away too, but he’s on the air and nothing too bad happens to him apart from getting slightly disoriented for a few seconds.

The smugglers are gone, but so is the fuel. No fuel, no payment.

You grunt in pain from where you’re laying on the ground, dizzy, head and back hurting, body scratched all over. Mando rushes to you, landing by your side.

“Are you okay?” He asks, genuine concern in his voice. He kneels to your side, trying to stop you from getting up, but you push his hands away.

“Am I okay?! You just ruined my bounty and- agh!” You wince in pain as you struggle to get on your feet by yourself. “And I’ve just been thrown up into the air and landed on hard rock ground. Of course I’m not okay!” You complain, bringing your hands to rub on your temples.

“Oh, shit!” He says as soon as he gets up too, looking at you.

“I knew I should’ve shot you all those years ago when we were first hired to work together.” You mumble, looking around to find your blaster.

“Stop moving!” He orders and you turn your body too quickly to look at him, ready to snarl, but he speaks first. “You’re hurt!” He points to your side, and that’s when you finally look at it.

A piece from the blown up truck had landed right under your ribs, cutting deep into you. So that’s where the pain was coming from.

“Now that’s just wonderful!” You say in irony as you look at it. You reach to take it out of you, but he holds your wrist.

“Don’t!” He says and you look at his stupid visor with anger in your eyes. “If you take it out, we won’t be able to stop the bleeding.”

“I’ll just use my field cauterizer.” You say, feeling the pain grow.

“It won’t be enough. We need to take you to a hospital.”

“Stop saying “we”!” You snap back. You close your eyes and sigh “Leave me alone. You’ve already ruined too much tonight.” You turn your back to him to start leaving, but he holds your arm. You look from his hand to him, frowning in anger. “What now?”

“Where’s your speeder?” He asks.

“I came by foot. Let go.” You try to pull away from his grasp, but lose balance, starting to get dizzy from your wound. He steadies you.

“I can’t let you walk to a hospital like this.” He says and you open your mouth to complain, but stop immediately as he pulls you close and picks you up.

“What are you—” You start, outraged, but you’re cut off as he lifts off using his jetpack. You cling onto him for dear life as the ground gets further and further away. “I fucking hate you, you oxidized- crumpled- wasted tin can!” You yell.

“Are you done?!”

That had been four days ago. You were now home, comfortably laying on your bed, sipping some hot tea and enjoying the sound of the rain falling outside and the smell of wet earth. It was close to midnight, and you were finally beginning to settle down after spending the days not only in pain, but also furious with everything that had happened.

The Mandalorian had taken you to the hospital that night, and you had to go through a small surgery – turns out the piece that had hit you was bigger than it seemed, hitting deeper into you. Luckily, he was nowhere to be seem once you got out of surgery. Which was good, or else you’d have tried to murder him right then and there, regardless of the enormous amount of anesthesia and painkillers you were under.

You hoped you’d never cross paths with him again, even though that was unlikely, given that you were on the same line of work, and had crossed each other several times before.

Slumber was starting to get to you when you heard a shy knock on your front door. You crossed your eyebrows in confusion and listened closely. Maybe it was the wind. But after a few seconds, there it was again, slightly louder this time.

You got out of bed and decided to peek through your window, trying to not be seem in case you decided to not open the door to whoever was at it.

What you saw though was completely, utterly unexpected: the Mandalorian stood right in front of your door, looking around as he waited for an answer.

Never before you’d have imagined that you’d open a door for him, but the complete shock of seeing him there and not understanding it made you do otherwise. You grab your robe and walk to back to the door. As you open it, he stops his fist midway from knocking a third time.

You stare at him in confusion, and he stares back at you in whatever expression he has under that helmet.

“Um… Hi.” He says after a moment of awkward silence. He’s soaking wet from the rain, warm streetlight framing him from behind and reflecting off his shiny armor.

“How the fuck do you know where I live?” You say after staring at him.

“I, uh, asked around.” He says.

“And what could possibly be the reason to bring you here of all places?” you’re still surprised, not being able to process everything that was happening.

“I, umm, well…” you watched as he struggled, and he cleaned his throat “I was wondering if you were okay, after, uh, the explosion thing.”

Your eyebrows shot up in even greater shock, and anger slowly began to rise again.

The explosion thing.

You’d punch him if it wasn’t for his helmet.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You started. “I am doing very well. I feel great, Mando.” Your voice got louder as you spoke “I’ve never felt greater in my life, Mando! I’ve always dreamed of losing three thousand credits, blowing up a fuel truck, and ending up with a big chunk of metal deep into my side, all on the very same night. I’m feeling wonderful! I’ve never felt better in my entire life!”

The more you spoke, the worse he felt, shrinking in his spot. You had every reason to be upset, and he felt bad about everything that had happened.

“I brought you this.” He reached into his bag and grabbed your blaster. “I went back that day to find it for you.” He handed it to you.

“Oh.” You took it from his hand “Thanks.” That was actually quite nice of him.

You placed the blaster on a little table that stood by the door. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him again, waiting for whatever his next move was.

“Can I come in?” He said in a low voice after a while.

“Why should I invite you in? Besides, look at you. You’ll get everything wet.” He was silent again, and it was driving you mad. “Ugh! You’re unbelievable. Wait here.” You said and walked away, only to come back with two mats and two towels. “Here, use this.” You handed him the towels and stepped aside, laying the mats on the floor and wincing in pain as you bent over to place them.

He stepped in and stood on the mats, and you closed the door. You stood before him, watching him with your arms crossed as he dried himself with the towels. When he was done, he handed back to you and you put them aside.

“Alright.” You sighed. “What was so urgent that made you come here at this time, in the cold and under the rain?”

“I have been thinking.” He started.

“Oh, so you can do that.” You countered, and for a moment he considered just leaving again. But he took a breath and decided to just keep going. Plus, it was not like he could simply back away now that he was already here.

“I was actually really worried about you.” He admitted. “Please, how are you? Do you need anything?” It was your turn to take a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m okay.” You said, calmer. “It still hurts, of course. But it’s okay. I’m taking my meds and I’m going to have the stiches removed in ten days or so. I have everything I need, thank you.”

“Good, good.” He said, relieved, and you could actually see his body become a little less tense. But he was still uneasy. “You see, I needed to tell you something.”

“Go on.”

“I, well.” He shifted his weight from one leg to another and scratched the back of his neck. “Hmm, this is harder than I thought.” He thought deciding to come after you and knocking on your door would be the hardest part, but he now found out that it was the easiest. Your intense gaze on him as he struggled to find his words wasn’t helping at all. “I feel strange when you’re around.” Was all he could say, and he immediately hated himself for saying the dumbest thing he could ever say. This was not going well.

“Do you have a fever or something?” You asked, not understanding him at all. “It must’ve been all that rain. I have some tea if you want.” You pointed to the kitchen with your thumb.

“No!” He blurted out and you widened your eyes. “I mean: no” he said, softer this time. “What I’m trying to say is… I have been thinking about you a lot these last few days. I left the hospital as soon as a nurse told me you were doing fine, and I knew you wouldn’t want to see me when you got out of your surgery. But still, I was really worried. And I realized that- that I was more worried than I should be. I mean, I don’t even like you” He stopped himself and sighed loudly, hitting himself on the head.

It was almost painful to watch, and you had the most confused face on as you heard him speak.

“… Thanks?” you said.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. What I wanted to say is that I thought I didn’t like you, but I don’t… dislike you anymore. Maybe I despised you in the beginning, I mean, come on! You kept showing up on all the bounties I was after and working along with you those three times we were hired as part of a team was an absolute nightmare. But in the end, you’re just doing the same thing as I am, and I admit that you’re a great hunter. In fact, the best one I know – apart from Mandalorians, of course. But still.”

He kept on saying things, not getting anywhere and only getting more lost the more he spoke. You put the pieces together as he went on, not sure if you were getting things right, but you had a feeling you were.

“Oh, my goodness, you have a crush on me.” You said, slowly, and he finally stopped talking and just looked at you.

“I… Yes.” He finally admitted.

Well, that was even more unexpected than him showing up at your door in a cold, rainy night.

But it was also… cute?

Him, a 1,80m, big Mandalorian warrior clad in pure beskar armor, famous and feared bounty hunter, who anyone with enough brains wouldn’t risk to fight against, excellent pilot and now owner of the darksaber – afraid to admit his feeling to you.

To you!

You were both speechless, to say the least. But every second that passed without you saying anything was making him so nervous that he could feel his heart beating furiously against his chest, and breathing was becoming harder.

“Please, say something.” He said in almost a whisper. “I don’t expect you feel the same. Especially after all that’s happened. You can curse me and kick me out of here, I don’t care. Just… please, say something”.

“I…” You started, but you still hadn’t been able to form any coherent thought in your head. You walked to the couch and sat down, eyes on the floor, but your mind very far away from there. “Well,” you started “it’s not like I haven’t noticed the way you move in a fight, and how skilled you are. How you take your job seriously and always fulfill your missions. Not to mention the way the ladies and lads swoon every time you enter a place.” He chuckled a bit to that, but it didn’t make him feel any less anxious. “And, I must admit, you have wonderful thighs.” You couldn’t see it, but that made him raise an eyebrow and a smirk played on his lips. “I was really, really angry that day, but I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about the way you worried about me and rushed to my side, and then took me as fast as you could to the nearest hospital. That, too, made me realize something.” You finally looked up at him.

“So… Do you have a crush on me too? Please, tell me you have a crush on me too.” He said, impatiently, and it made you giggle.

“I… Yes.” You tell him and get up again. He walks closer to you, standing just a couple steps away. “I do have a crush you, too.” You finally admit, not only to him, but to yourself too.

But you’re both dumber than you’d ever admit you were, so you just stand there looking at one another not knowing what to do next.

“So…” he speaks first “Do we kiss now?”

“Unless there is a way to do that without taking your helmet off, I don’t think we can.” You smile at him, sadly. You know he can’t take his helmet off, and you realize that having a crush on a Mandalorian can be a very sad thing. You don’t even have anything yet, and it’s already coming to the end.

“Oh, yeah, right. This.” He points to his helmet, and silence falls again, although this time he’s uneasy, the engines clearly turning everywhere in his brain. “You know what? Fuck this.” He says and reaches up.

You realize what he’s about to do, but before you can protest, he takes his helmet off, placing it on the coffee table and looking at you.

You’re immediately paralyzed. He was completely, absolutely beautiful. His features were soft, and the nervous state he was in had him looking at you with giant puppy eyes.

You had never seen a man like him before. You had never been taken away by someone like he was doing to you now. He made you want to wrap a warm blanket around him and give him hot chocolate. He made you want to hold him close against your chest, fingers running through his hair as he fell asleep to the sound of the raindrops against the window.

And he made you want to do not so innocent things too.

He swallowed thick as you stared at him in awe without saying a word.

“Not what you expected?” He asked, trying his best to not let his sadness show through his voice.

“No.” you said and he looked down. “It’s so much better.” You say and he looks up, surprised. Until his surprised features start to soften and give way to a beautiful, sweet smile, and it’s the cutest thing you had ever seen.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asks.

“It would only not be okay if you didn’t.” you smile and he grins.

He steps closer, closing the distance between the two of you, and cups your cheeks in his hands. He leans closer, looking at your lips and them into your eyes, insecurity making him hesitate. He looks at your lips again, closes his eyes and finally kisses you.

It’s slow and shy at first. His lips are soft, and so is his beard. You bring your hands to his shoulders, the clothing still damp where his armor doesn’t cover. He slides his hands down to your waist, and you wince as he tugs you closer. He parts the kiss at once.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” He looks at you in the eyes, concerned and feeling guilty.

“No, you didn’t. The sting is gone already.” You smiled at him reassuringly.

He nods and kisses you again, hands on your back, pulling you closer by pressing you against him where it won’t hurt you. He bites you bottom lip ever so slightly, and when you gasp, he takes the chance to kiss you deeper, and you melt into him.

Who would’ve guessed that the man you once despised was, not only extra handsome, but also a wonderful kisser?

“Just so we’re clear.” You say when you part for air “I still hate you, dipshit.”

You smile and a warm grin form on his face.

“I hate you too, swamp blurrg.”

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[sturkillerbase]

May the 4th Celebration

Request by @boliv-jenta

"I love this idea! Could I have prompts "Is that my shirt?" and "Character A shows up on character B's doorstep, drenched head to toe. Character B is not amused." with, in honor of the Moon Knight finale, Poe Dameron? Friends with, recently added, benefits."

Gender Neutral reader

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: being tipsy; mentions of smut but no actual smut; shrimp?

A/N: we're almost on june 4th by now, but life's been a mess. I'm sorry about that. I haven't written for Poe in ages, so I hope I was able to catch his spirit.

The smell of freshly minced herbs filled the kitchen, bringing a smile to Poe’s lips. He loved the way they smelled. And he loved to cook – something that he didn’t get to do too often given his work with the Resistance, and especially now that he was a general.

He was on the first day of a very deserving vacation. It was going to be short – honestly, he didn’t want to be away for too long – but it was enough for him to get some rest.

It was the beginning of autumn, so it was rather cold outside. There was a torrential rain as well, large, heavy drops making loud sounds as they hit the floor and the window glass. But inside his home, Poe was cozy. There was music playing, the mise en place for his dinner was almost done, he had a good bottle of wine, and his glass was filled. He was at ease, and nothing could disturb him.

That is, until someone knocked on his front door.

He stopped his hands mid-chopping, moving only his eyes towards the source of the sound. The music on his speakers wasn’t too loud, but the rain was. Could it really be someone knocking? Maybe it was just the wind. He resumed chopping his herbs.

And there it was again.

This time there could be no mistaking, the knock was too loud. He put the knife down and pulled the dish cloth off his shoulder. “It better not be a damn problem…” he murmured to himself while cleaning his hands on the cloth and then tossing it over his shoulder again. Who else would be out there, under the rain and the cold night, if not for someone from the Resistance reaching out to him due to whatever problem that may have risen? The loud knocking was there again.

“I’m coming!” he shouted, rather tetchy.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to not see someone in Resistance uniform, but you, all dressed up, but drenched head to toe, makeup smudged under your eyes from the rain.

“Hello, there!” you said, cheerfully.

Oh, great. You had been drinking. He could tell because you had this particular way of greeting people whenever you drank. He couldn’t exactly explain it, but he could see it in the way you moved.

“What the hell?” He asked, in disbelief.

“I went out drinking with a friend and thought I’d come by to say hello, since, you know, your house is on the way.” You told him. “Hello!”

“Why are you drenched?” He asked again.

“There’s, like, a storm going on.” You pointed over your shoulder to the rain with your thumb.

“Yeah, I know. But why didn’t you wait for it to calm down or hail a cab?”

“We were waiting for the rain to stop, but it didn’t, so we just decided to face it.” You shrugged.

After staring at you for a few more seconds, he huffed and stepped aside for you to come in.

“You shouldn’t have done that. It’s dangerous.” He told you as he closed the door. “It’s windy, and there are lightning bolts. Something could’ve happened.” He crossed his arms, staring at you.

“Well, nothing happened.” You stated.

“But it could!” He insisted, sternly.

“Maker, you sound like my mom.” You said and he huffed again.

“Someone has to talk sense into your mind.” He responded. “You get reckless when you drink. I’ve told you not to drink alone. At least you’re not completely drunk.”

“I wasn’t alone, I was with a friend.”

“A friend who was drinking along with you and probably encouraging you to drink more.”

“Why are you being so dramatic about it? It’s not like you care that much.” The last sentence caught him, and he couldn’t understand why you’d say that.

“And why do you think that?” He asked you. You avoided his look and just shrugged. He sighed before speaking again. “Take your clothes off and go take a warm shower. I’ll get you a towel.”

He walked to his room to get a towel and you started to undress. When he came back, you were in your underwear only.

“Take those off too—” He started, but you cut him off.

“Ooh, something in mind, Poe Dameron?” You smiled mischievously at him.

“No.” he said simply. “I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer.” You made a pouty face at him, but he just stared back at you, not amused.

“Well, if you don’t plan on doing anything then don’t just stand there and stare at me while I undress.” You told him, getting more serious now.

“It’s not like I haven’t seem you naked before.” He said.

“Still!” You counteracted and he rolled his eyes, looking away from you and extending his hand with the towel to you.

You did as he said, taking off the remaining clothes and grabbing the towel from his hand. Maybe you shouldn’t care if he sees you naked now that you had benefits in your friendship, but to be fair, it was pretty recent, and strutting around naked in his house seemed different than having sex with him in a room with little to no lights.

You wrapped the towel around your body and started making way to the bathroom.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” He told you while grabbing all of your wet clothes from the floor.

“What will it be?” you stopped on the doorway to look back at him, curious about what it was that he was making. You had always loved his cooking.

“Shrimp pasta.” He half yelled, already making his way to the laundry room.

You silently celebrated with yourself; out of all the dishes he’s cooked that you’ve tried before, shrimp pasta was your favorite. Apart from the brownie, of course. It had unique ingredients in it, and he even called them ‘Poe’s Brownie Delights’.

Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water run through your body, letting it heat your skin and bones back up. Now that you were sobering up, thanks to the walking and the rain, you realized how cold it really was, and that Poe was right, walking on the streets with a storm above you on a cold night was a very bad idea. You wouldn’t confess that to him though.

Once you were done, you stepped off and dried yourself, wrapping the towel around your body again to walk to his bedroom. You now had a drawer of your own in his place, which you had brought some of your clothes and other personal items to fill with. He had done the same, having a drawer of his own at your place too. It made things easier, especially when the moments you shared together got too heated up, getting your clothes dirty or, sometimes, torn apart. That was mostly his doing. Well, because of that, you had no shirts left at his place. You were supposed to bring a couple more, but you had forgotten. You sighed, closing your drawer and turning to his wardrobe. Opening the door, you scammed it quickly to find the stack of shirts, and just grabbed the first one you saw. It was a white long-sleeved shirt with a quote from his favorite book on it, and it smelled dangerously like him.

After putting it on, you made your way to the kitchen. The table was already set for two, and by the smell of it, the food was almost ready. You took a seat and watched him cook. He grabbed a small spoon and picked some sauce from the pot, handing the spoon to you.

“How does it taste?” He asked. It was only when you tried it that you realized how hungry you were.

“It tastes delicious, as always.” You told him and handed the spoon back to him.

He took it from your hand and gave you a cute little smile. When he had turned away, he quickly turned back, looking at your torso.

“Is that my shirt?” He asked, squinting his eyes at the piece.

“Yeah. I have no shirts left here because someone tore them apart.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, it’s not my fault that you looked so good in them, I had to rush in.” He shrugged and turned to turn the stove off.

“The least you could do was buy me new ones, you know?”

“What for? I just found out how good you look in my shirts.” He told you nonchalantly, looking over his shoulder to wink at you.

The sentence, followed by the act, made you blush, and you felt a familiar pressure on your lower body.

Escaping his gaze and trying to distract yourself, you reached for the bottle of wine to fill your glass. But Poe was faster.

“Nu-uh. You’ve had enough of this for tonight.” He grabbed the bottle from your hand and put it away, handing you a jar of juice instead.

You were about to retort when a loud thunder cut you off before you could say a word, and with that, the lights were out. Poe cursed in the darkness, and you heard him open a few drawers and fuss with whatever it was that was in them. He found what he was looking for, and soon the dim light of a lighter illuminated his face. He lit two candles and placed them on the table.

He turned back to the stove, retrieving the pot with the shrimp pasta from it and placing it on the table. It looked delicious, and it smelled wonderful. He served you first and then himself.

He sat down on his chair with a contented sigh. Finally, he was having the peaceful meal he had been planning for the entire week, counting down the days until his vacation.

After a few minutes of eating in silence – only interrupted by you to compliment his cooking skills every now and then – he giggled.

“What is it?” You asked him.

“Isn’t it romantic? You and me having a candlelit dinner, some wine, the rain falling outside…” He said, a dumb smile on his face. You stared at him with a confused look on your face.

“I thought it was you who said we shouldn’t make our relationship romantic.” You said.

“Uh- yeah. I know. I’m not saying we’re romantic. I’m just saying it’s a romantic setting.” He explained, but his voice was slightly off.

“Yeah, right.” You said, ironically.

He cleared his throat louder than he needed to, and you returned to eating in silence.

After you were done, you walked to the window on his living room. Through the glass, you watched the rain fall on the yard, having formed a few puddles and a couple frogs jumped around the grass. Your bodies were pressed together as you leaned on the window frame, and the warmth coming from him was comforting.

“You were right.” You said, and he hummed in response, looking at you to know what exactly you had meant. “This is quite romantic.” You admitted. He raised a brow at you and watched you, but smiled and turned back to the window. “I lied.” You told him after a few more minutes.

“I know.” He said, without looking away from the window.

“You don’t even know what it is that I lied about.” You contested.

“About coming by to say hello because my house is on the way? I know.” He said and you looked at him in surprise. How could he know? He giggled when he looked at your confused face as you stared at him. “I know the bar you go to. My place is not on the way back. It’s the opposite.” He smiled to himself as he told you so.

He was right. The bar was not on the way to his place, and not even that close to be honest. You walked there, semi drunk, under a storm, just because you wanted to see him. But now that he had admitted reading through you so easily, you didn’t feel like admitting that to him anymore. So you just stood there silently.

“Why do you think I don’t care about you?” He asked, regarding your previous statement from when you arrived.

“I don’t know. We’re friends, but we agreed on having benefits. I guess I just assumed you didn’t care that much about me, given that this kind of relationship don’t normally happen between people who care too deeply about each other.” You didn’t know if it made sense, but that’s the only way you could think of to explain it to him. He pondered about it for a second.

“Well, that’s not true. Not to me, at least. I’m not only interested in you for sex. We’ve been friends for a long time now, and we’re friends before we’re anything else. I do care about you.” He told you, and he meant it.

You looked up at him as he spoke, and smiled when he finished his words.

“I care about you too.” You told him.

He stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yeah, I know that too. It’s hard for someone not to care about me when I look this good.”  He said, holding back a smirk. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “But you know what looks better than me?” Well, that was new. What could Poe possibly consider to be better looking than him?

“What?” You looked up at him.

“You.” He kissed the back of your neck. “With my shirt on.” He kissed your shoulder. “On my bed.” He kissed the sweet spot on your neck, and you melted.

“And you on top of me is a beautiful sight as well.” You told him, eyes closed as you leaned onto him.

He groaned against your skin, picking you up and immediately taking you to his room.

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The Pedro Boys in: holding hands during sex

Would they do it? Here lies your answers!

Din Djarin: absolutely fucking yes. He'll melt entirely when he's with you. He loves you SO much. This man is a softie who just wants to spend the rest of his life along with his S/O and he'll will do anything for them.

Max Phillips: only to pin your hands over your head as he devours your neck (except yours he'll only devour figuratively).

Dieter Bravo: he LOVES to hold your hands, in and out of the bedroom. It keeps him sane and it makes him feel safe and loved. He'll also cry if you tell him you love him during the act.

Oberyn Martell: lol no. His hands are too busy with other parts of your body (or someone else's body, you never know).

Pero Tovar: he doesn't seek your hands himself but won't object if you hold his. Deep inside, he likes it too.

Marcus Moreno: he does do it, but he prefers to wrap his arms around you and hold you close instead.

Agent Whiskey: no baby, he's gotta hold that whip!

Marcus Pike: he'd wanted to do that for a long time, and he asked before he did it for the first time. He loves to hold your hands as you come together. And he loves the way you hold him VERY tightly as you reach your high.

Javi G: he really wants to but he's unsure about it the beginning. Until one day you ask him to and "YES! OF COURSE! OF COURSE I CAN HOLD YOUR HANDS!!!" in that cute little accent of his. He'll do everything and anything you ask him. He'll give you everything and anything he can possibly think ok. You are his world, and he'll always do anything to prove it to you.

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Promises Under the Moon

Dieter Bravo x GN!Reader

Summary: you've struggled with depression for a very long time. While others could think your acting career was just beginning, you have no high hopes for it. In a dark moment, Dieter comes to aid.

Genre: Angst

Song: Boyish, by Japanese Breakfast

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts, self-degrading thoughts, feelings of hopelessness and loneliness. Mention to Dieter's alcoholism. DO NOT read if these are triggers to you. Let me know if I missed anything.

Words: 1.7K

A/N: I was going to leave this as a one shot but I mentally and physically am unable to not continue stories and/or give them a proper ending so yeah, there'll be a part two. But I'm feeling very down lately so keep calm. It'll come, I promise. On the other hand, I would like to express my eternal gratitude for @scorpio-marionette for proofreading this. She's done so much I should probably credit this as a cowritten work. It would be much fairer. THANK YOU, NAOMI! YOU ARE INCREDIBLE!!!!

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You sit by a table on the hotel terrace, alone in the dark. The only sources of light are what leak in from the corridor through the still open door and the stars above.

It’s not the first time you do this. More often than not, when the day is done and most are heading to bed for a well-deserved night’s rest, you make your way here. Always sitting at the same table, facing in the same direction.

Every now and then you bring a notepad to write on, a book to read, or something to drink. You mostly listen to music though, letting it flow from your phone's speaker, but not too loud that someone could come in and complain about it.

Today is one of those days. You aren't writing about your uncontrolled feelings, trying to take your mind away with a story, or distracting yourself by ingesting something that could fill your taste buds. Today, only the tunes coming from your phone are with you, playing as you drown in thoughts of your futile existence once again. Feeling down, incapable and worthless isn't new for you. You feel like it every day, and when you wonder about your future, nothing comes to mind - you have no hopes in it.

Things only got worse when you met your most important coworker: Dieter Bravo.

You knew who he was, of course. Everyone does, and you’ve always had a small celebrity crush on him.

When you found out you'd been cast in a high budget movie, even if it was a smaller role, you couldn't believe it. When you were told you'd be acting side by side with THE Dieter Bravo, you swore you were being lied to.

Although your role was smaller and you didn’t have an absurd amount of screen time, you and Dieter got along well and soon became friends. Your character mainly showed up when his character needed yours. So basically, all of the scenes you were in, he was too.

You consider this to be good enough for you. You've gotten the big chance of your life. Maybe if you’re to end it all, it’ll have been worth it, because you’ve had the wonderful chance to work with him.

It didn't help at all when you started developing real feelings for him. Despite his chaotic aura and the absolute mess he is behind the camera, he’s still an incredible person, caring and sweet. Just misunderstood.

You hang out as you wait for the shooting to begin. You sit together as the film crew fills the main hall to talk on days off. More often than not, when going out with your workmates, you’re the one dragging a very drunk Dieter back to his hotel room. He probably doesn’t even remember, too drunk to process what’s happened. You bring him pills and a bottle of water, or coffee, on the next day on set. You set it on the table of his dressing room, and he takes it as he sits down with a grunt, rubbing his hands on his tired face. He knows it’s you, and he appreciates it very dearly.

You have never been alone with him. You always go out in groups, but you often stay close together and have little chats of your own. Nearby or not, your eyes always find him, and your ears always hear him.

You’ve fallen in love.

But he is absolutely out of your league.

For as nice as he is, he would probably laugh at the thought of an actor like him dating an actor like you. He's been in several blockbuster movies, important movies, he's even received an Oscar for his amazing work. You, on the other hand, have only been in minor films and this is your first job on a big project, as a minor character. The story does need your character to develop the plot, but in the future, no one will be able to recall them.  They will only remember Dieter and the other stars of the film.

You lay back on your chair, arm resting on the table, back to the door. Looking ahead but not at anything in particular.

As a new song begins to play, you start lightly tapping your finger on the table in the same rhythm of the beat.

As the song goes on, you start half singing, half reciting the lyrics along with it.

"I can't get you off my mind. I can't get you off in general." you recite along with the singer, looking down in sadness "I want you and you want something more beautiful."

Unbeknownst to you, you’re being watched by someone at the door. They keep still, watching and listening to you from their spot.

"And all this confrontation, this suffering" you continue "what do you want from me? If you don't like how I look, then leave"

The person finally speaks up, revealing themselves. As they speak, you hear their feet dragging on the floor as they make their way towards you.

"Damn, sunflower! Who hurt you?"

You recognize Dieter's voice immediately. The first thought that comes to your mind is to admit that he is the current source of your suffering, but you don’t.

"The world hurt me, Dieter" you say and give him a side grin as he sits down on the opposite side of the table. It isn't a lie.

He chuckles, getting himself comfortable and resting his arm on the table, dressed in his pajamas "Doesn't it hurt us all?" He says.

It is your turn to chuckle, looking into the distance again. "Guess you're right..."

"Still" he continues "sitting alone in the dark every night listening to sad songs isn't a good coping mechanism."

Every night?

You snap your neck to look at him, eyes wide in surprise.

"Dieter, have you been spying on me?" You ask.

His eyes widen and he gets nervous. "No! Uh, no no. I haven't, I swear!" He stumbles over his words "It's just-- I-I come here often to smoke. I'd do it in my room but the guys in the room by mine complained to the front desk and I don't really want to deal with them again, so I come here instead. Um, whenever I come, you're always here. Sometimes writing, sometimes not. I don't want to disturb you, so I always leave and come back later. You- you look good under the moonlight, though-- But I wasn’t trying to be a creep, I swear!"

You're surprised, but you smile at his panicked confession.

"... I'm sorry" he whispers, rubbing his hands over each other.

"It's okay. I know you're not a creep." You smile and you see his shoulders relax, he gives you a shy smile too. "But what made you come talk to me tonight?" His smile fades. He seems... sad. Like he's about to say something he doesn't want to. "You seemed sadder than normal..." he tells you.

Your eyes widen in surprise again, and your cheeks flush. You look away from him, staring at your feet. "Oh..." is all you can say.

A few silent seconds pass before he speaks again. "You- you don't have to do this alone. You know that, right?"

"... I feel alone" you admit, still not meeting his eyes.

"But you're not." he reaches across the table and places his hand over yours. It feels warm against your colder one. "You're not."

You look at his hand over yours and then to him. And he gives you a reassuring smile.

"Promise me that whenever you feel sad, you'll come to me instead of coming here to sit on your own." He says.

You hesitate, unsure. You don't know if you can promise that. Also... why is he being nice? You like it, of course. It’s so sweet of him. You’ve always known there is a wonderful, sweet man under his tousled demeanor, but you don’t want to get more hurt than you already are.

Sensing your hesitation and fears, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, still looking warmly at you.

"You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. We don't have to do anything in particular either. I'll stay with you until you feel better, and hold your hand if you want me to." He says, trying to encourage you and calm you down. He wants you to know that when he said you are not alone, he meant it.

"I..." you try, but hesitate again. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you try again. "I promise." You look at him and he gives you a wide, warm grin. Happy to see you accepting what little help he can offer. He warms you, and you know you can trust him. You do your best to smile at him too. "But... you have to promise me something too," you say.

"Yes, sunflower?" He asks, waiting for your answer.

Sunflower

You weren't sure if you'd heard him correctly before, but there it is again. He did call you sunflower. That makes you all silly inside, but you push that aside for now.

"Promise me you'll quit drinking." You try to be as firm as you can, looking him in the eyes. You worry so much about him. The last thing you want to see is him falling into a pit he will not be able to get out of.

He's surprised, shaken. Just like you, he is not sure he can promise that.

"Drinking is not a good coping mechanism." You repeat his words, adapting them to him.

He knows you're right. He knows he should stop. There are so many things he does to himself that he should stop doing.

You see the turmoil behind his eyes, and you're absolutely aware of how hard this is for him.

"Let's make a deal," you try. "I'll come to you when I feel down, and you'll come to me whenever you feel like drinking."

"That'll be all the time, sunflower." He tries to joke. You give him a side smile.

"I don't mind." You put your free hand over his. "You can do it, Dieter. One step at a time."

After a while of fighting the thoughts in his head, he finally speaks up.

"I promise" he says, voice low and shy, looking at you with big, hopeful eyes. It's surprising how a big man like him can seem so small and defenseless.

You give his hand a reassuring squeeze and smile at him. He smiles at you too. Finally, you have something that gives you reason to keep going.

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Hi. Did you happen to get the tap from boliv-jenta about Surprise! (back and forth letters written by different writers)? If you didn’t, please get back to her. If you did, I can’t wait to read your “letter”. Thank you

HI NONNIE!!

No, I don't think I have. But I've been away for a while, so it is possible that she tagged me in it and I happened to miss it. If that's the case, I'm sorry to both of you :(

But it makes me super glad to know that you would like to read my take on it!!! Really warms my heart 🥺😍

I'll reach out to Liv, and see what she has to say. My classes will be over soon so I'll have time to catch up on my writings and collabs and everything else.

Thank you for sending me this, beautiful!! 💖💖

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It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Summary: After many years of being apart, an old friend of the Mandalorian - that meant more to him than he dared to admit - contacts him and invites him over. Could Din let himself dream of her again?

Genre: Fluff, slow burn (kind of)

Warnings: None

Words: 623

A/N: This story happens after the events shown in The Book of Boba Fett. This is just the introduction for a series, hence why such few words. It's also my first time writing after around four years, and first time writing for the fandom after even longer (six years, maybe? Seven?!); I'm anxious about it, but I've got support after posting if I should do this or not, so here we go! Hope you enjoy reading!

Part I;

Introduction

“Hey there, Mando!” Said a rather shy and unsure voice through the holoprojector. Din never thought he’d hear that voice again, let alone her sweet face. His jaw dropped a little and his eyes widened under the helmet.

“I know it’s been a while” the hologram continued, “a pretty long while. I think… ten years, maybe?” Maker! Has it really been that long? “But I just came back from the cantina, where I met a man telling the adventures of a certain Mandalorian in shiny helmet that owned a Razor Crest and that’s just been through a lot of trouble. It sounded just like the Mandalorian I’ve met all those years ago.” She smiled, and Din smiled to himself as he recalled the old times. “He also mentioned a child?! That one got me really confused. Anyway, I talked to him and he introduced himself as Greef Karga and was pretty surprised when I told him we knew each other. Guess your people skills haven’t gotten any better, huh? He told me you lost the Crest. I’m sorry about that; I’ve missed that ship… He’s the one that gave me your new ship’s contact code so that’s how I’m sending this to you. I…” Din watched the hologram attentively as she paused and her eyes looked away, clearly insecure to continue. “I thought that maybe you and the child could use some rest in a peaceful place. It’s spring here so the weather is nice and the views are beautiful. I would lov—I’d really like to see you again and catch up. That is if you want to, of course!” And Din immediately thought that yes, he really, really wanted to. “If you still remember where I live, please don’t hesitate to come by. I’ve sent you the coordinates anyway, just to make sure.” She smiled, and it looked warm and hopeful. “I hope you can come, or at least pass by. I… I miss you, Din. And I hope you’re well…” She sighed, still unsure of everything. Din sighed deeply as well; he also missed her… A lot. “Have a safe flight and take care of yourself, okay? Farewell.”

And with that, she was gone, only the coordinates to her place showing on the monitor. But Din didn’t need them, he remembered exactly where she lived and he’d still remember even if he tried to forget. Just as he still remembered everything else. Her place was also where he’d last seen her all those years ago, when he left even when his heart wanted to stay.

He hadn’t realized how long he was just sitting there, thoughtful, until Grogu knocked on the glass with his metal ball, bringing him back from his trance. Grogu made a questioning noise, that Din now knew how to recognize.

“She’s an old friend of mine. A really great one. We were very close. She traveled onboard the Razor Crest with me for a while, taking care of the ship and, well, taking care of me too, even though I was too stubborn to admit it.” Din chuckled to himself. He turned his head the best he could to look at Grogu in the small space of the starfighter. “She cooks really well too.” The baby’s giant ears perk up and his eyes sparkle as he lets out an expectant noise. Din chuckles again as he readjusts himself on his seat.

“I think we deserve some time away from trouble. What do you think, kid?” Grogu makes another happy sound, showing his dad that he would very much like some peaceful time too. Oh, and good food! Din smiles to himself as he sets the coordinates on the ship’s system.

“Hold on, Grogu. We’re entering hyperspace.”

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Ok so actually only one of you asked to be tagged, but it's thanks to all of you who liked/rebloged the post where I questioned if I should write and if anyone would even read it that I gathered to courage to start writing and posting again. I'll only tag you in the introduction so you can decide if you'd like to see what happens next and ask to be tagged or not. Either way, thank you very much for the encouragement you've given me! <3

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It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves

PART V

Summary: Din is touch starved, and there's nothing in the galaxy he wants more than to feel your skin on his. The same applies to you, although none of you could bring yourselves to admit it. And, like you, he'd also like for you to see him. He finds a solution; not entirely what you want, but enough to calm your troubled minds. Or perhaps... it only stirred things more...

Genre: fluff, slow burn - "SO incredibly fluffy you might implode", in the words of the lovely @misspearlssideblog

Song rec: 252, by Gem Club

Warnings: none

Words: 2.5k

A/N: Had to look at a bunch of young Pedro pictures for this one. Absolutely not a complaint.

Intro; Part IV; Part VI

I wish you could see me/I can see you

Present time

Din and Grogu had been with you for a couple weeks now, and every single day you could swear you hadn’t ever been so happy in your life than you were now. Grogu was absolutely adorable, and way smarter than he seemed. “Don’t let his cute face fool you.” Din had warned, and he was right. Every now and then the baby would do something that would have you speechless. But what you couldn’t figure out was how the fruits on your counter kept disappearing. Din told you Grogu had a tendency to steal food when no one was looking, but it still wasn’t clear to you how he could get on top of the counter since he was way too little for that. When Din told you the truth about Grogu, you widened your eyes at him and immediately exclaimed:

“What, like a jedi?? Like Luke Skywalker?!?”

“You know Luke Skywalker?” Din was genuinely surprised.

“Din, everyone’s heard of Luke Skywalker. He literally saved the galaxy, to make it short. He was still around when you and I were flying together back then. I don’t know where he is now though.”

“Oh…” was his only answer.

“You didn’t know him?!”

“No. But… I kind of met him.”

“You met the jedi Luke Skywalker?!?” You nearly yelled, almost not believing in what Din was saying. Perhaps if it had been someone else, you wouldn’t have believed. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him to sit down with you and tell you the whole part of the crazy story that he had so casually not deemed too important to share.

After you learned everything about Grogu, you swore to give your life to protect him from whatever dangers came his way. You were no warrior, nor did you know how to fight properly. But you had heavy tools all over your house and your work shed, and you were absolutely not afraid to use them.

Right now, though, you were helping Din fold his (previously very dirty) laundry. He didn’t have much; most of it had been blown up with the Crest, but you had finally convinced him to buy new clothes for him and Grogu, and now you were taking care of his old ones.

Din could fold them nicely, but he couldn’t use an iron to save his life, so you offered to do that before he’d somehow burn another shirt. And also the fingers he hadn’t burned yet.

As he folded his jumpsuit, a small giggle from you made him look up, at first thinking he was doing something wrong again. But you were actually looking at his cape that you had just finished ironing.

“It’s in a miserable state. I know.” He admitted.

“No, it’s not that. I mean, yes, it is in a miserable state. But I was thinking about the fact that you still have it.” You told him, turning off the iron now that you were done with it. “When you first arrived a few days ago, I noticed that it was the same one that I gave you. But part of me wasn’t so sure, especially because it’s been so long. Now that I’m seeing it up close, I can tell it really is the same cape.” You grinned.

Din blushed a little under the helmet. The cape was in such a poor state he didn’t think you would notice it was still the one you’d given to him; the ends were jagged, the deep color had faded, some bits were torn and others were stretched. Not to mention a patch that had burned off from one of the times he’d used his back jet.

“I couldn’t bring myself to part with it.” He admitted in a low voice, not looking at you, finishing to fold his jumpsuit.

You smiled either way; you knew exactly what he meant. You also still had something he’d given to you a long time ago.

“I have something, too” you said as you rushed up the stairs.

After grabbing it from your nightstand’s drawer, you head back downstairs and walk up to him, holding what seems to be a simple piece of cloth.

“Couldn’t bring myself to part with it either” you confess, holding the little cloth up in your hands for him.

“No way!” He said in contained surprise, picking the piece up from your hands.

It was a sleep mask he had given you around a year after you’d given him his cape. It used to be black, but it was a grey-ish shade now. The hem around the eye area was worn out and had a small tear in it; the band had come undone and was stitched back in place on one side; and the elastic band had a knot on the back, having lost its elasticity a long time ago. He giggled at the state of the mask; it was a perfect match for his destroyed cape.

He hadn’t bought the mask for you so you could sleep better in a darker ambient – that would be a plus. In fact, he had quite the opposite use for it: he wanted you to be able to see him. His Mandalorian vows kept him from showing his face to you or anyone else, but nothing had ever been said about touching his face. And, Maker, was he touch starved.

That was then. Now, he had ten years of starvation built up in him, and the feeling was becoming almost unbearable. Every time your hands brushed; every warmth coming from you when you’d stand too close; every night when he laid on your bed, resting his head on your pillows and covering himself with your sheets; every time he watched you fix whatever it was in your workshop, skin glistening with sweat, the muscles of your arms flexing as you skillfully fixed something back in place; whenever Grogu made you laugh; all the times you’d smile up at him. He felt like taking off his helmet and showering your face and neck with kisses, only to then kiss your lips that seemed to be the only thing capable of putting down his fire.

But he couldn’t.

Or rather,

He was unsure.

After pondering for a while as he watched the sleep mask on his hands, he takes an encouraging breath and carefully slides the mask through your head and over your eyes.

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11 years ago

You had just arrived home from an afternoon of grocery shopping. Din had his full armor on, as he always did whenever he left your house to somewhere else. Whenever he was around and it was time for shopping, he’d obviously come along, helping to carry the bags on the way back, especially the heavier ones. It was a simple thing, an everyday life task. But it was cute to you, like everything else he did. Well, except fighting and killing. That was… hot. But apart from cute, it was also quite funny: it looked like you had your own madly skilled body guard to watch over you as you bought rice.

Right now, you were in the kitchen, taking the groceries off the bags so you could store them away.

“I, um, bought you something.” He said.

“Oh?” You turned to him.

You did notice when he had suddenly vanished from your side at the market street, only to just as suddenly show back up, making you jump a little when he spoke to you from behind as you picked the best plums. He was incredibly silent for someone his size wearing literal metal clothes.

“Here.” He handed you a folded black piece of fabric. “They didn’t have gift wraps, so, um… yeah.”

“Don’t bother with that.” You reassured him and proceeded to unfold the rather thick fabric; it was a sleep mask. “Oh, this is nice” you ran your fingers through it, feeling how soft it was. “Thank you, Din!” you smiled up at him.

“I- I was thinking, um—” he cleared his throat. “I had this idea—” he was suddenly nervous, and you couldn’t tell why. “Can I?” he pointed at the sleep mask on your hands.

“Uh- yeah. Sure.” You handed it to him, a little confused. He picked it up.

“Here. Excuse me…” he said as he slided the mask over your head, fixing it in place while being careful with your eyes and hair. “There we go.”

“Ooh, pitch black.” You said and waited to see what his next move would be.

You heard something being placed on the countertop followed by a very soft shuffling. Unexpectedly, you felt his bare hands on your wrists, lifting your hands up to around your chest level, softly, and stopping there.

“We’ve—we’ve known each other for about a year and a half now. And I know you very well. The way you look, that is.” You could hear the nervousness in his voice, and you were starting to get anxious too, uncertain of what was going on exactly. But you let him keep talking. “You… Don’t know me. Only bits of me: my hands, my arms. And my ribs, too, from patching them way too many times.” You two shared a soft laugh at that. “What I thought of when I saw that mask, um. Well, you can’t see me. With your eyes. But perhaps you could know me… through your touch. If—if you’d like to, of course…” His voice got lower and lower as he spoke, ending with an unsure, but hopeful whisper.

Nothing had ever been said in his creed about this. The rule was that a Mandalorian could never show his face to a living being, therefore proving their devotion. But touching, feeling… It wasn’t the same as showing, was it? He was unsure, but found logic in his thoughts.

You were surprised, heart rate going faster. Did he really mean what you thought he meant? Yes. Yes, he did. Oh, boy! What now? You wanted it. If that’s what you could have from him, then yes, you wanted all of it. But the same thoughts that occupied Din’s mind filled yours: could you really do it? Was this right? You weren’t seeing his face, but would he end up being kicked out of his creed if anyone ever found out about this? As much as you craved for it, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, hands frozen in place as he held then. You couldn’t form a word either, so you just nodded leisurely.

That was enough for him. You heard a faint relieved sigh, and, slowly, he lifted your hands towards his face. When your fingertips touched his cheeks, he let go of your wrists, so you could feel his face at your own pace and will.

You touched him lightly at first, like he could brake and fall away from your touch if you weren’t careful enough.

You touched his cheekbones first, tracing them, and he watched in silence as you focused your whole attention to the skin of your hands. You noticed how sharp his cheekbones were, and as you lowered your hands to his jawline, you let your fingers finally press properly into his skin, without hurting or being too rough.

You ran your fingers along his jaw, making your way to his chin, building the image of a strong, square shaped face in your mind, his beard barely there, probably shaved this morning. With your thumbs, you traced the curves of his lips, not too thin and not too full, a curved, deep lip bow. You raised your hands to his forehead, and he closed his eyes to focus on your touch, holding his hands firmly on his sides as to not give in and pull you closer. You could feel very fine, barely there lines on his forehead and between his eyebrows; he probably did furrow his brows a lot, as you had imagined. Your fingers traced his thick eyebrows, and, with care, you lowered them to his eyes, feeling just slightly as to not end up hurting him. His eyes were deep set, and his lashes not too long. At last, you traced your index finger down the bridge of his nose. It was tall and curved, a contrast to the sharper features of his face, but just as strong. Finally, you ran your fingers through his hair. It was thin, a bit wavy, not too long, and incredibly soft. So, so soft. You could run your hands through the strands and curl each lock around your fingers for hours.

It all fit him. He was strong, gentle, firm when he needed to be, and soft as he opened up to you. And so were his physical features. Everything matched.

“What’s your hair color?” you whispered, not knowing if you were allowed to ask that or not. You already knew his skin color, and you loved every time you got to see it. And now that you had the chance to build a better image of him in your brain, you couldn’t just let it pass.

“Black.” he whispered back, finally opening his eyes to look at you again, enjoying the feeling of your hands cradling his face.

“And what’s your eye color?”

“Deep brown.” He answered, wishing that he could look at your shiny eyes without the helmet on.

“Any beauty marks?” you wondered.

“Just a small one” he said, taking your right hand and lowering it to the left side on his neck “around here.” You felt the small vibrations on his neck as he spoke.

“You’re beautiful” you finally said, in awe and still whispering. But your compliment was met with a small scoff.

“You can’t really see me to know.” He spoke.

“I don’t need to. Never did.” It was true. He was beautiful to you, no matter what he looked like. But now that you got the chance to see him through your touch, you were more sure than ever.

You spent a few more seconds like that; him watching you, taking in your real colors and every little detail, nothing the visor of his helmet could ever reproduce, big hands over yours. And you, with your hands still on him, the left one ever so slightly caressing the back of his neck, feeling his hot skin against yours, and replaying the memory of your touch on him, picturing him.

At last, he lowered your hands from him, cradled your face, and placed a warm, lasting kiss to your forehead, catching you by surprise.

He smiles at your little reaction to him, but you don’t see it.

You hear metal brush against the surface of the counter, and soon after he reaches for the sleep mask on you, taking it off. You blink a few times, adjusting to the light, and look up at him, helmet back on.

He hands you back the mask, and when he takes his hands away from it, he lifts one of them to your chin, pressing it slightly to close your agape mouth. You hadn’t realized your lips were parted until he did so.

He lets out a small snort and turns around, going back to taking the groceries off the bags.

You turn too, tucking the sleep mask on your pocket and gathering a few items to put away, trying to get yourself back together.

The room is silent, but whatever is swirling all over in your bodies and minds is turbulent and deafening.

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It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves

Part III

Summary: Din finally comes back after being away for a long time. He slowly starts to acknowledge his feelings for you. You share a moment that would be engraved in your memories forever.

Genre: Fluff, slow burn

Song rec: J's lullaby, by Delaney Bailey

Warnings: None

Words: 4.9K

A/N: A few more notes to say this time; First: Oh, boy. I didn't plan for it to turn out so long, but I promise you it's worth it! Second: when I wrote the Intro, reader didn't know Greef Karga. I accidentaly mentioned him briefly in part two. That was a little mistake from my part. I've allready fixed it and now the bounty hunter agent Din works for is unknown (also not Greef Karga), like they were always meant to be. Sorry about that. Last but not least: the song I recommended is not necessarily the one Din and reader dance on the fic, it just fits perfectly with their relationship and I highly recommend you give it a listen or at least check out the lyrics. Ok, bye!!

Intro; Part II; Part IV

Moodboard by @supernaturalgirl20

Slow Dancing in the Dark

Present time

It was the morning after Din and Grogu had arrived. You were seated outside after having breakfast, relaxing in the morning breeze, Grogu playing with his tiny metal ball and a colorful rock he had found. Din felt relaxed in a way he hadn’t felt in years, finally sleeping on a proper bed with an actual mattress and soft pillows.

You had insisted that he’d take your bed while you’d sleep on the couch, just like you did back then. He kept saying he’d be just fine on the couch, but trying to argue with you on that matter was a lost cause. When you two went upstairs so you could grab a blanket to yourself, Din noticed that your bed was now a double bed, and not a single one like it used to be. He couldn’t help but wonder if you had had a partner somewhere along the way, and the thought made him feel a tingle of jealousy. But he was quick to shake that feeling away; He couldn’t wish that you had remained single forever when he himself had left you.

You two wish each other goodnight in whispers, as not to wake Grogu up, whom you had previously tucked in. You stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, debating with yourself internally whether you should kiss him on the cheek like you really wanted or not. In the end, you didn’t. But you did hug him. How could you not? You missed him so much and for years you had believed that you would never see him again. As for Din, he was caught off guard one more time, just like earlier when they arrived and you attacked him with a bear hug. This time though, he was quicker to hug you back. This hug was more intimate than the one you’d attacked him with – he had his armor on then, and now he didn’t, only his helmet. And as good as that reunion hug had been, this was much better: you could feel each other’s bodies, feel the warmth, your chests slowly rising with each breath. Your head rested on his chest, so you could hear his heartbeat. And it was beating fast. As for Din, he had taken his gloves off, so he finally had the chance to feel you again with his bare hands; skin on skin where his hand met your arm, and the softness of your hair as he protectively placed his other hand on your head. He would’ve kissed the top of your head was he not with the helmet on. You could’ve fallen asleep right then and there, standing on your feet.

Eventually, you parted. You smiled at him once more before heading downstairs to sleep on the couch. It was comfortable, but it was not the same as Din’s embrace. At least his smell remained on you, and you had that to fall asleep to. Things weren’t so different for Din: he slowly crawled on the bed, trying to not wake Grogu, and when he laid his head on the pillow, he could smell you. He whispered Grogu a goodnight, pulling the blanket up a little on the baby, and then he fell asleep almost immediately, lulled by your scent and the memory of your body pressed on his just moments ago, a smile on his face.

Right now, you were seated side by side under the shadow of that very tree he helped you plant.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked after noticing you were intently staring at the tree.

“I’m going to make him a swing. I’m thinking about how much rope I need to buy.” You looked at him. You couldn’t see it, but he was smiling, happy to see you thinking about Grogu. “I’m coming to town this afternoon to buy some stuff. Want to come with me?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Great! We’ll pick up some of those sweets you like. That is, if you still like them…”

“If I still like them? They were the second thing I couldn’t stop thinking about ever since I got your hologram inviting me back!”

“Oh? And what was the first thing?”

“That I missed you.” He admitted, feeling shy. He also thought you looked so beautiful in the hologram he couldn’t wait to see you in person. But he wasn’t ready to say that out loud yet.

“I missed you too, tin head” you said with a smile and playfully punched his shoulder. You sat there in comfortable silence until you suddenly inhaled sharply and turned to him again. “I almost forgot! How long are you going to stay?”

“I actually hadn’t thought about that.” He confessed. He truly didn’t think of anything else after seeing your hologram. He just set the coordinates and here he was.

“Great! Because next week is the town’s harvest party and I’m pretty sure Grogu is going to love it. You remember the harvest party, right?”

Din laughed “Of course I remember. I couldn’t forget it even if I tried!”

He was being absolutely honest. In fact, he had dreamedof that moment many times, sad that it had turned out to be just a memory. But now, maybe he had a chance to make that dream come true again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

12 years ago

It had been two months since Din left, and although you knew his lifestyle very well now, you started to fear that he wouldn’t come to visit like he had promised. Maybe you read him wrong and he wasn’t as fond of you as you thought. Maybe he was glad he finally got rid of you and was happy to enjoy his alone time again. Mrs. Peony, the inn keeper, noticed your anguish, and she would often comfort you, assuring you that he would come back. She had noticed you were in love with the Mandalorian the moment she saw you two together, even if you were too dumb to realize it yourself. She also knew he was in love with you too, but he was equally dumb to notice.

You had stayed in the inn for five weeks after you arrived, working as a mechanic in the garage Mrs. Peony didn’t use and was kind enough to lend you until you had your own place. When you weren’t fixing things, you were helping her out, mostly at the cantina. She had only a few employees, and you figured it was only fair to help out when she was being so kind and generous with you. It didn’t feel like the amount you paid for the rented room was enough.

It turned out to be a great experience: you got to know most of the townsfolk that frequented the cantina, and you became friends with most of them. It was also how you found out about your new house: a writer who lived alone on the peaceful outskirts of town was moving in with her fiancé and was selling her cottage. You fell in love with the place the moment you visited it, and she was kind to parcel the price so you could pay her as you settled in.

Everything was working so well! You had friends, a new house, clients, the place was beautiful, the harvest party was going to be on the next day, and from what everyone told you, you were really looking forward to it.

But where was Din?

You were lost in your own sad thoughts, drying the same cup for over a minute now when your coworker passed you and woke you up from your trance:

“Cheer up, girl. Your man’s here.” She said, smirking as she walked away.

You looked at her with wide eyes before turning to look at the door, in time to see him walking in and looking around for you. You nearly said his name out loud when you saw him, stopping yourself almost too late. You put the glass and the dish towel down before walking up to him.

“Mando!” You finally called out.

“Y/N!” He said when he finally saw you, thinking it was the cutest thing to watch you jog around the tables to get to him.

You hugged him the moment you got to him, but you were quick to let go, embarrassed, when you remembered you had never hugged him before.

He felt embarrassed too, clearing his throat and looking away as you smoothed the non-existing wrinkles on your shirt.

“How have you been? Is this place treating you well?” He asked, ready to beat up anyone who could’ve been mean to you somewhere else immediately.

“I’m great! Everything’s been great. But I thought you weren’t coming anymore…”

“I’m sorry. I picked up way too many tracking fobs and I thought I’d be done with them earlier. Plus, I got in trouble with a gang and I didn’t want to come here without having worked out everything. I’m really sorry.” He seemed genuinely disappointed with himself, and seeing how you really thought he wouldn’t keep his promise made things much worse. He also wished that he would’ve come earlier than he had, and made a mental note to start planning his visiting-hunting agenda better now.

“I’ll forgive you this time.” You said, jokingly. “But how are you? Were you hurt?”

“I’m okay. I did get hurt. On my back. And it was much harder to take care of the wound without you around. I shouldn’t have complained so much.”

“Oh, I know.” You said, remembering every single time he wouldn’t let you treat his wounds properly. “How did you take care of it?”

“I didn’t.” He said like it was nothing. You only stared at him, disappointed, but not surprised.

“You’re unbelievable.” You said at last. “Hang on. I just need to finish some stuff here.” You turned around, ready to walk back around the counter, only to find your coworker watching you from afar.

“Go home, Y/N!” She half yelled across the almost empty cantina and winked at you.

You blushed a little, before thanking her and grabbing Mando by the hand to drag him away through the town as you started telling him about everything that had happened since he left.

“I bought a house! The lady who lived there got engaged to her girlfriend and they’re living together now. It’s really cute. Both the house and the couple. She’s a writer so she had chosen to live in a secluded place, you’re going to love it. Oh! And tomorrow’s the harvest party, you know, to celebrate the plentiful crops and such. You probably noticed the stalls being set up on the main square. I heard a lot of people come to enjoy the local sweets. And there’s also plenty of food, drinks, music, fireworks, colorful lights. Some performers arrived earlier today, too. I can’t wait to see it all! You’re staying for more than one night, right?”

You kept on talking almost the entire way to your home, Din smiling to himself, glad to see you were well and happy. He had worried about you being in a new place without knowing anyone. You were so eager to tell him everything that you almost crossed the street while a speeder was coming. He had to pull you back to the sidewalk to avoid an accident. You simply said “Thanks” and continued on with your stories. You had never talked so much like this before. He was surprised, and to him it was cute and funny.

Soon you passed the last houses in town, and your little cottage came to view, not too far away. He already liked the privacy it surely provided. A few more minutes of walking and you were there, going up the stairs of the front porch. You hadn’t even noticed you were still holding his hand. Din, on the other hand, had noticed it whole way.

“Here we are!” you said, opening the door and giving him space to walk in.

He stepped in and looked around the place. The entire building seemed cozy, just like you. It was longer than wider, and the ceiling was high. There was a living room with a fireplace, a kitchen and a space you were using as a studio/office, no wall divisions. At the opposite end, glass doors allowed the afternoon light to enter and led to a back porch with a view to never ending fields and meadows. To the right there were two doors, one leading to the bathroom and another to the laundry room. A staircase across the place in the middle of the house led to a mezzanine where your bedroom was. From where he was standing, he could see ceiling windows that could be opened to reveal the sky and let more light in. He would have no trouble getting used to this place.

You showed him the place, even if most of it was clearly visible from the front door. At last, you finished your little tour in your bedroom, showing him how much you liked to open the ceiling windows and look up at the stars or watch the rain pour when you couldn’t fall asleep.

“Did you bring your stuff?” You asked.

“Um, no. But my ship is not too far from here. Why?”

“So you can stay here while you you’re in town, of course.”

“Oh, no. I- I don’t want to bother you.” He said, quite nervous.

“You’re not going to bother me. Where did you get that from? Go grab your stuff while I cook us dinner. You can sleep on my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“I can’t let you do that. It’s your house. If I’m staying then I’m taking the couch.”

“Din, you let me sleep in your cot for months—”

“We took turns.” He interrupted you.

“Regardless. Plus, your legs are too long for the couch. This discussion is over.”

“… Fine.” He said, a sigh in his voice. He knew better than to discuss with you about certain things.

Din left to pick some of his stuff up from the ship. The basics: some clothes and underwear, his personal hygiene kit, an extra blaster (just in case). When he came back, you offered him a shower, which he gladly accepted. He let the hot water run freely down his shoulders, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling and breathing in the steam that started to rise. He felt his muscles relax, the tension going away. He allowed himself to stay like that for a while, nothing in his mind, just letting the water wash away any remaining concerns from his body.

When he stepped out of the bathroom he was immediately taken by a delicious, mouthwatering smell in the air. That’s when it occurred to him that he had never tasted your food before. There was no way to cook in the Crest, so he relied on instant foods that only needed to be heated up and/or rehydrated. Sometimes, he’d pick up food to go so he could eat in the ship, far away from prying eyes. But your cooking? That was new.

You were finishing setting up the second table (you were going to eat on your office table, your back turned to him, so he could take his helmet off and you could still talk), when he walked up to you. You looked up at him and confusion hit you, looking up and down at him. He tilted his head in his own confusion, a sign of a question. You laughed softly.

“You don’t have to wear your full armor here.” You explained the reason to your reaction. “I know it’s part of your creed, your vows, part of you even. But I promise you’re safe here, and I’d like you to be comfortable. So, if you’d like to give a try, you’ll be fine. I assure you.” You smiled and gave his hand a gentle reassuring squeeze before walking over to the stove.

Din stood there for a moment, considering your words. He trusted you, and if you said this was a safe place, then it was. He had seen around enough too to know it was true. But it felt weird to take the armor off. He rarely did, even on his ship, on his own. Even when he’d lay in his secluded cot to sleep, he kept it on, so used to it that it barely made a difference to his own comfort. He went upstairs to your room where he’d left his bag and started to take the pieces off, leaving only the helmet on. Before going back downstairs, he realized you had never seen him without the armor on, and that made him a little insecure, body conscious as if he was nude. Why did it feel so strange? He took in a deep breath and made his way down stairs.

You smiled when you saw him again, pleased that he felt comfortable and safe enough to make that decision. Plus, that couldn’t be comfortable to wear all the time, and certainly not lightweight. He deserved a break.

You couldn’t help but notice he was still big and broad even without the armor. Strong, fit, ready for any challenge that could come his way. He had a long sleeve shirt on, as always, but you could see the shape of his arm muscles when he offered to take a glass from a higher shelf and reached up across from you. As he walked towards the table, you observed how broad his shoulders were, and you felt a tingle of… something. You couldn’t quite name it.

You talked for hours after dinner, sitting on the living room floor across from each other, and the time went by like it was nothing. It was only when you yawned and held the cushion on your lap tighter that you noticed how late it was.

“Seems like someone needs to be put to sleep.” Din said.

“I’m fine.” You retorted, eyes fluttering shut as you laid your head on the cushion you were holding.

“Sure, you are.” He said, getting up “Come here” he spoke as he carefully picked you up from the floor and gently laid you down on the couch, fixing the pillow under your head and pulling the blanket over you. You still held the cushion closely in your arms, and as he tucked away a strand of hair from your face, he thought you looked adorable.

He walked away, turning the lights off, the darkness not being a problem to him as he had his helmet to aid him. He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, pondering, realizing – perhaps too late – how hard he was falling for you, and how there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He finally took his helmet off and placed it on the bedside table, and as he laid down, he heard your sleepy voice wish him goodnight from your spot downstairs. He said it back and made himself comfortable, lying on his side. It was only when he closed his eyes that he realized he could smell you on your pillow and sheets. He opened his eyes again in surprise, the only time he had sensed your perfume had been when you borrowed a sweatshirt from him a while ago. Back then, when he pulled the piece of clothing over his head, it took him a moment to connect the dots, not being able to recognize the scent on his sweatshirt. When he did though, he smiled to himself and thought you should borrow his clothes more often. Apart from that time, he had only smelled you through his helmet, the scent too faint to be too remarkable. Which didn’t mean he wouldn’t recognize it anywhere he went.

He closed his eyes again, breathing in and letting a contented sigh out. Before easily falling into sleep, he silently wished he could fall asleep like that every night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was the evening of the next day, and you were making your way side by side to the main square, where the party was going to take place. You could hear faint music from afar, and on the streets, everyone was heading towards the same destination as you. Some of them, who were part of the organization team, were running, cursing under their breaths for being late.

Din had his full armor on again. He could take it off while he was in your house, but going out without it was something he was physically unable to do.

When you arrived, the place was already full, and it was everything they had promised it would be: the colored lights hung all over the square, food stalls and tables packed with all kinds of local treats, a group of musicians playing instrumental songs on the center stage, people from town and from different places, all happy and laughing, couples holding hands, carnival games being played, and from somewhere you couldn’t see, someone was blowing soap bubbles. You watched them float on the air, the reflections of the colored lights dancing on their surface. When you looked at Din, you were mesmerized to see the same colors shifting on his helmet, the only piece of his beskar armor that wasn’t coated in paint, reflections dancing freely on it.

Through the crowd you were able to spot Mrs. Peony, her kind eyes always watchful. You made your way to her so Din could say hi, and to show her he’d actually came after you had mourned his absence to her countless times.

“I told you he’d come back, didn’t I?” she said with her never ending patience. You blushed hard, especially when you heard Din’s little laugh and felt his eyes on you. Thankfully, the lights didn’t make it so obvious.

You had a great time together as evening gave its way to night time. You played some games, losing by drastic differences on the ones that required a good aim or strength, but it all turned into laughter in the end. You watched performances together, getting particularly uneasy around the guy performing with flames. Din said he could do it with his flamethrower too if he wanted to, to which you simply responded with “please, don’t.” and he laughed. You didn’t eat much, it felt unfair when Din couldn’t, even if he had said it was fine. You did try a couple sweets though, loving them so much you insisted on taking Din to a dark alley so he could lift his helmet and try them too, while you stood on the entrance keeping guard in case anyone walked by.

Later, it was time for the mayor to give his speech, thanking everyone for coming and celebrating another successful and abundant crop, hoping the next year would be just as great as this one. With that, he wished everyone a good night and introduced the band that would play through the rest of the party.

As they started playing traditional songs, people started gathering for a group dance. They danced in a big circle before the women arranged themselves on a long line side by side, only to be taken again one by one by their partners. Unfortunately to you, you were standing too close, just by the end of the line. You were smiling as you watched them dance until suddenly one of the men took your hand and guided you to the center of the now dance floor, mistaking you as the last girl on the line. You widened your eyes in shock, not understanding what was going on at first. You tried your best to keep up the rapid pace, mimicking what the others were doing, and when you finally had a chance to steal a look at Din, you spotted him laughing at you from where he was standing, shoulders going up and down and a hand on his stomach. You glared your eyes at him. You wouldn’t leave things as they were.

The moment you noticed it was time for the women to line again, you found your way to the spot you were standing when you were suddenly pulled into the group.

“How are you enjoying the dance, my fair lady?” He was quick to tease you, but his laugh ceased the moment he noticed the mischievous smirk on you face. “Wait, No--!”

It was your turn to laugh as you pulled him in to join the dance, a desperate Mandalorian behind you.

“I don’t know the steps!” He said out loud through the music, despair in his voice.

“Me neither!” You answered back.

“You’re paying me back for this.” He stated, but the only response you gave him was louder laughter.

To most people there, seeing a Mandalorian stumble his way through a folk dance was both the most surprising and hilarious thing they had seen. And it was even more hilarious to you, knowing Din’s usual behavior.

Soon, you got the hang of it, or the best you could get within a few minutes. You swirled through the floor together, swinging from side to side, Din twirling you like the other pairs were doing. You’d catch and put each other back in place whenever one of you tripped or missed a change in rhythm, laughing together, eyes never leaving each other.

All of a sudden, your hands were taken from Din’s and his were taken from yours when it was time to switch pairs. You let your respective new partners lead the way through the dance, them actually knowing what to do, but with every turn, you found yourselves looking for one another through the crowd.

This part of the dance luckily didn’t last long, and when you were reunited again, Din was fast to grab your hand and run away from the group, leading the way. He only stopped once you were far not only from the dance floor, but also everything else, hiding in the shadows.

The music was not so loud here, the only loud sounds coming from your laughter, breathless after the dance and the sprint.

“I’m not trained for this” You braced yourself on your knees, trying to catch your breath.

Din on the other hand was having a much quicker recovery, used to running after outlaws and fighting his way through several situations.

You straightened yourself and let out a relived sigh once you felt better, and both of you watched the people dance, now from an actual safe distance.

You had sat on the curb, chatting away, when the singer said something on the microphone and a slow song started to play, causing couples to stand close and start to slow dance.

Din stood up and offered you his gloved hand.

“I think we can handle this better than the last one.” He joked. You took his hand and he helped you up.

“Just don’t expect me step on your feet any less than before.” You stated, grinning.

“Same to you.” He answered with a breathy laugh.

“Which hand is it?” You asked as you tried to get into the proper position to start dancing.

“I have no idea” Din admitted.

After struggling a bit more to get into position, you finally settled. Your right hand on his left, your left hand on his right shoulder. He placed his right hand on your waist and pulled you just a little closer, the gesture and the warmth of his hand on your body sending butterflies to your stomach.

Finally, you set up a pace, and silence fell between you as you looked at each other’s eyes - in your case, his visor – only the sound of the far away music guiding you.

There was no need for words. The moment spoke for itself. You would’ve thought about how you had never felt this way if your mind wasn’t so lost in him. Slowly, you let go of each other’s hands to rest them on one another: yours found it’s way to his shoulder, and his slided down to meet your lower back. He was as lost on you as were on him, and if someone was to ask if the music was still playing, he wouldn’t know the answer.

Eventually, you lowered your arms so you could lace them around him and rest your head on his armored chest, the material cold in the night against your warm cheek. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but you’d like to know how it would feel to rest against his actual chest, his shirt being the only barrier between your skin and his. But for now, you were glad to just be where you were, feeling the slow rhythm of his chest coming up and down with his breath.

Din pulled you closer, also lacing his arms around you, making sure to carve in his memory every second of this moment. He also wondered how it would feel like to have you against him without his armor on. He assigned himself the mission to find a music player just so you could dance like this again in the future, in the secrecy of your house or the Razor Crest, it didn’t matter which. By no means it meant he wasn’t cherishing this very moment, and if he ever had to choose a moment to live in forever, it would be this one.

“They’ll wonder about us…” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the moment too much.

“Let them.” He whispered back.

He heard a low hum from you, and felt your arms tighten around him.

He tightened his grip on you too, and at that moment, nothing else mattered in the galaxy.

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It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves

PART IV

Summary: You watch the Aurora Borealis together, and think back of the time you first saw it together. You get nervous when Din stands too close - very close. Din gets nervous because he proposes a cute little idea.

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Warnings: Indirect mention of male body parts. Very brief, blink and you'll miss it.

Words: 2.5k

A/N: I hadn't imagined reader living so far North or South in her planet, but this is a work of fiction about another work of fiction, so I think I can get away with placing the Aurora Borealis wherever it is that reader lives. I also know you can't exactly forecast it???? But, well, work of fiction. ANYWAY! This one is really cute and I hope you'll like it!

Intro; Part III; Part V;

It Feels Like Yesterday

The colorful lights danced on Grogu’s huge eyes as he waddled in circles around the porch, reaching his little arms up in an attempt to touch the Aurora Borealis. He cooed and pointed up every time he’d look to one of you, amazed by the sight and making sure you were seeing it too. It was hard to choose what to look at to be fair: up in the night sky, the lights danced in a unique way that could not be compared to anything you’ve ever seen; down here there was Grogu, equally incomparable in terms of cuteness.

And behind you, the sweet and loving laugh of the man you were still very much in love with, his voice unfiltered for he did not have his helmet on.

For several years after he left, you had tried to deny your feelings for Din. It seemed like the right thing to do. Eventually though, you gave up, and only admitted those feelings to convince yourself that they were now gone, buried deep in a past you did your best to avoid.

It was all in vain. The moment you laid eyes on him, hugged him, smelled his scent and heard his voice again, it all came back, like a strong ocean wave cruelly pushing you downward because you had your back to it. All those years of lying to yourself erased in mere seconds.

Right now, you and Din sat on the porch floor, facing opposite directions, a little apart from each other, keeping a watchful eye on Grogu and on the twinkling sky.

“I had almost forgotten how beautiful they were…” he admitted in a low voice, and it sounded slightly strained as he held his head facing upwards, absolutely delighted. It was just as magical as the first time.

“They are, right?” You answered back in an equally low voice, not wanting to disturb the moment. “It’s hard to describe it in words. You have to see it.”

“I really thought I’d never see them again.”

“‘Never’ is a strong word.”

“It is…” He trails off. “I guess I’ve always had a tendency for pessimism.”

You two laugh softly together. He knew you agreed, you didn’t have to say it.

Comfortable silence fell again, and soon Grogu waddled to Din’s lap, looking for warmth in the growing chill the night air brought. It was way past midnight, and he fell asleep soon after the lights dimmed into nothing, revealing back the stars on the dark sky.

Din stood up and took the baby inside, placing him on his new floating crib that you had built after finding out what had happened to the previous one.

Din came back, closing the door on his way out, and sat down again. This time, he sat closer to you – a happy accident that initially made him freeze and widen his eyes, but that he soon found enjoyable the moment he felt the bit of warmth coming from you.

You also got nervous when it happened, caught by surprise. But the warmth was comfortable, and the fact that it came from him made it even better. You two, very slowly, allowed yourselves to finally rest your backs on one another, not exchanging a word in the process.

You were now sitting just like you did all those years ago, on the very same spot, for the very same reason. It was strange how it seemed to have happened just a couple days prior and decades ago at the same time. The memory was fresh in your minds, just like the memories of every moment you shared in the past, but it came to you with the bitter taste of being so, so distant.

“I…” He started, but hesitated. “Do you remember the first time we saw the aurora borealis?” You smiled to yourself - so you weren’t the only one thinking about it, huh?

“Yeah… How could I forget?” you leaned back a little bit further, letting your left hand wander to your side. “I was so excited about seeing them, and even more when you came back in time to see them too!” He giggled.

“And I didn’t know what it was! All that time flying in space, and I had no idea what you were talking about at first.” He left out a soft snort, amused by his own cluelessness. He didn’t miss it when he saw your hand show on his peripheral vision, and he wondered if it was a reflex of your memory, if it was on purpose, or if it was for no reason at all. “I was glad that I could share that experience with you, though.” He smiled to himself, and so did you.

“I was glad, too.” You answered, still smiling, and he could hear it in your voice.

He leaned back a little as well. You felt his right hand rest lightly on top of yours, an unsure touch, his skin not as smooth as it used to be. But then again, neither was yours.

You turned the palm of your hand upwards, and the movement to interlace your fingers was simply muscle memory.

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12 years ago

“How come you’ve never heard of it?” You asked Din, your eyes fixed on the night sky, afraid to miss the moment the lights would show.

“I don’t know. No one ever mentioned it to me.” Din stood by your side, helmet on, eyes equally fixed on the sky.

“I think you’re going to love it! I mean… I’ve only ever seen them on paintings and illustrations, but it looked beautiful.”

You two stood outside on the back porch, eagerly waiting for the nature’s show to start. There were slight chances that it wouldn’t happen, but the forecast mentioned that the chances of it does happening were much bigger, and you were hoping for the best.

You started to rapidly move up and down on your feet, trying to shake the cold away.

“Just go inside and grab a jacket.” Din said, and not for the first time.

“And miss the moment it happens? Not an option.” You insisted.

He sighed loudly – louder than he really needed to, but you paid no mind to him and started to rub your hands over your arms, the long sleeved shirt you had on doing very little to keep you warm. He looked at you and sighed again, and as you turned your head to stare at him, you saw him stepping behind you, and you moved your body along to look at him, a questioning look on your face.

“What are you—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Stay still.” He placed his hands on your shoulders and turned you back to your previous position. “I’m warming you up. Not in the mood for taking care of you if you catch a cold.” He let out a breathy laugh through his nose, letting you know that he was just kidding. He would take care of you for as long as you needed if it was ever the case.

He slided his hands off your shoulders and through your arms, crossing his own in front of you and pushing you closer to him. He was taller than you, broad shoulders and strong arms shielding you from the wind, his body unbelievably warm. You fit perfectly in his embrace, like you were built to one another, and you felt like you were in your own (not so) little protective cocoon. You were surprised by his actions to say the least. You had never held each other like this. Sure, you had danced very closely together a few weeks ago, and you still daydreamed of that moment nearly every single day, especially when he was away. But this felt different, closer, more intimate. He also had his full armor on that day, and now he had only his casual clothes on, save for the helmet.

Past your surprised state, you suddenly started to register his body against yours: his chest pressing into you with every breath he took; his painfully strong and warm arms holding you firmly in place; his scent slowly encasing you; his thighs brushing against yours, legs slightly apart so he could hold you better, closer; and, if you paid closer attention, you could feel… well, him on your lower back.

“Is this okay?” He asked. You blinked rapidly and swallowed thick before you answered.

“Yeah, it’s- it’s okay. Thanks.”

Once he had your approval, he held you closer. You started to panic, wide eyes no longer facing the sky but the wide open fields in front of you, even though there was nothing there. It felt good to be like this. Damn, it felt great! But your mind wandered places you were not planning to, and you felt your entire face heat up, silently thanking the Maker Din could not see you.

“Are you feeling well? You’re shaking.” Din asked, lowering his head to look at you, genuine concern in his voice.

“I-- I’m fine. It’s just the cold.” You lied the best you could, and he started rubbing his hands on your arms to help you feel better.

You took in a long, deep breath, trying to focus on getting back to your senses. You cursed at yourself, all deprecating words you could think of. There he was, trying to keep you warm and actually worried about you, while you were losing your mind over the feeling of his body – one part in particular more than the others - against yours. You’d slap yourself at that moment if you could.

“Oh, look!” He said, excited, pointing up.

Slowly, the Aurora Borealis spread through the sky, faint at first, but soon getting stronger, tinting everything on the ground in a unique shade of green. That was thankfully enough to take your mind off everything that had been going through your head.

To your surprise, the lights moved. Paintings and illustrations were still, you knew that, but no one had ever mentioned to you that the lights moved.

The shades got more intense, and suddenly there was a bright pink light along the green ones, shifting together, hues of blue and lavender peaking in between. It was the most wonderful thing you had ever seen, and you were in absolute awe.

But then, a thought occurred to you. It was when you remembered that, although Din was just as silently stunned by the view as you were, his visor didn’t allow him to see things as the human eye. It had many filters, built for tactical activities, for hunting, for war even. But not for this, and it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t enjoy the real thing as you did.

“Din, you should see this as it really is.” You said, stepping out of his embrace, even though you didn’t want to.

“What do you mean?” He looked at you.

“You can’t see half of its beauty with your helmet on.” You explained. “I’ll go around the house so you can take it off.” You smiled and turned away to go to the other side of the house, where you weren’t able to see him and he would be comfortable to take his helmet off and enjoy the view.

“No, I—Wait!” He said, slightly panicky, making you stop and turn to him immediately. He cleared his throat before speaking again “I—I’d like to see them with you…” he admitted in a lower, shaky voice. Your mouth hung slightly agape, surprised.

“I’d like to see them with you too, Din…” you smiled fondly at him. “But… We can’t.”

“Um, I have an idea.” He said and grabbed your hands, guiding you to the center of the porch. “We can sit back to back.”

“Oh! Yeah… Yeah, that works!”

“You—You can rest your back against mine, too. So you won’t be so cold either.” He said, rubbing his hands over each other in nervousness.

“Okay” you said, holding back a dumb smile because you were both entertained by his cute and shy manners, and because he’d just said he wanted to be with you.

“Okay” he said back, still nervous, but starting to settle since you didn’t turn him down, like he always thought you would.

You two turned away from each other and sat down cross legged. Then, you heard the low hiss of his helmet as he took it off and placed it on the wooden floor in front of him. It sounded heavy, and you wondered how he was able to keep it on all of the time. You knew he’d been wearing one since he was a literal child, so he must’ve gotten used to it. Still, you felt bad for him.

You rested your backs against each other, and having your source of warmth back against you felt great.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, and you realized you hadn’t heard his unfiltered voice from this close before. You liked it.

“I am. Are you?”

“I am, too.” He sounded calmer now.

You looked up again, admiring the sky. For Din, it was like he was seeing it for the first time again.

“You were right” he said “They look so much prettier in the naked eye.”

Din was amazed. The lights danced in hues he had never seen before, moving in ways he wouldn’t know how to describe properly. He looked at the horizon, admiring the way everything was covered in a fairytale-like green shimmer, the surface of a very far away lake twinkling like it was a living star.

Star…

You were like a star to Din. He loved the way your eyes beamed whenever you were talking about something you liked, whenever you were happy. Your smile, just by itself, was like a beacon of light, guiding him home. You, just being you, shone brightly to him. Oh, how beautiful you must’ve looked under the shifting lights of the aurora borealis!

It took everything in him not to turn around and just look at you. Admire you. Capture how dazzling you were and etch it in his memory forever.

But he couldn’t. And so, he had to content himself with what he had. Not that it wasn’t good, it was great: the wonderful view, the feeling of holding you in his arms previously, you sitting back against him now, the joy in your voice, how you cared about him; it would all be kept in his memory and close to his heart.

You leaned back further against one another, tilting your heads so you could look at the sky right above you. You placed your hands on the floor for support at the same time, and you felt his hand just beside your left one, brushing against each other.

Very slowly, you held each other’s hands: first, he placed his pinkie over yours. Soon, his fingers were over yours, curled just enough to hold them gently. Then, you turned the palm of your hand upwards, and your fingers laced almost immediately.

You smiled to yourself, feeling happier than ever, wishing this moment could last forever.

And so did he.

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It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves

PART II

Summary: As time passes, you and Din start to develop feelings for each other that none of you feel bold enough to share. Excuses to stay together for longer get more and more frequent. Things start to change when you arrive at a peaceful planet in pursue of a bounty that will shake Din out of his stoic demeanor.

Genre: fluff, slight angst, slow burn

Warnings: very quick mentions of blood and sexual assault

Words: 3.4K

A/N: This part picks up right after the event of part I, meaning 12 years ago. I would also like to say that I am SO sorry for taking much longer than I initially stated to post this part. A lot of things happened that didn't give me time to write. Hopefully it won't happen again. As always, thank you for reading and hope you enjoy!

Intro; Part I; Part III;

What the Heart Wishes

You had been with the Mandalorian for four months now, traveling from planet to planet, seizing bounty after bounty, fixing unending little details in the ship, patching up Din whenever he got hurt – something that was easier said than done, because he would not stay still, complaining that he was fine even though his wounds would be oozing blood.

Although the initial deal was to drop you on Nevarro, you refused to stay there after arriving in that terribly dry planet, the only view being sand no matter which way you looked. And him taking you to a tavern full of smugglers, dealers, hunters and thieves did not help at all. Thankfully the ship still had a lot of things that needed repair, so you also had that on your side when you told him you were not staying in Nevarro. He completely understood, given even him wouldn’t stay in a place like that if he had the choice. Plus, he also low key worried about you, although he shook that small feeling off and pretended it never happened.

You didn’t like the next planet either, and as time passed, you realized you were starting to make up excuses to not stay somewhere so you could spend more time with him. And Din also realized he was starting to make up reasons why you shouldn’t stay in a certain planet so he could spend more time with you.

Right now, though, you were trying to clean a wound he got after getting into a knife fight with his targeted bounty. The bounty was now carbonite-frozen along others in the Mandalorian’s little collection of frozen criminals to be delivered to his bounty hunter guild’s agent.

“Stay still, tin head!” You ordered as you held his arm in place when he tried to pull it away. “I just need to clean this up!”

“Tin head? Really?” He confronted, looking up at you, and you could tell how much he absolutely hated his new nickname just by tone of his voice.

“Really.” You said as you dabbed a cotton soaked in hydrogen peroxide on his wound, and he grunted like it hurt as much as the actual stab.

“You know my name. You can just call me that.” He complained in return.

You had asked what his name was around three weeks after you had met, and at first, you thought he wasn’t going to answer, being silent for a few seconds. Until he did, almost in a whisper. You were happy he trusted you to tell his name, especially since you had already noticed he never mentioned it to anyone at all. And so, you respected his privacy, only calling him by his name when it was just the two of you, and still calling him Mando when you were around others. He never told you, but he appreciated the gesture, and smiled to himself under his helmet the first times you did it.

“I’ll call you ‘tin head’ whenever you’re being stubborn and/or stressing me out.” You picked up the field cauterizer “And right now, you’re doing both.” He raised his other arm up to argue against that, but before he could say anything, you started using the device on his arm, and the only sound that left his mouth was another groan.

“I’m not stubborn…” He ended up mumbling under his breath like a complaining child, trying not to yank his arm away from you when you used the device again, just to prove his point.

“Alright. There we go.” you said once you were done, patting more cold hydrogen peroxide on his arm to relieve the pain. “I’ll look for bacta spray on the next planet we land so we can treat this better.”

“… Thank you… Again.” Din said, timidly. You smiled, putting the used materials away.

“No problem, tin head.” You knocked lightly twice on his helmet with your index finger, and he pushed your hand away playfully.

Din couldn’t help but snort and shake his head, going up the ladder to the cockpit to start the engines and get off the planet you were currently in. As he sat in front of the panel and started to switch buttons, he thought about all of the things you had done so far that he was thankful for: fixing his ship, fixing him, keeping things in order, becoming a close friend but always respecting his privacy and space, listening to him when he’d tell you it was too dangerous to come along, not mentioning his name to others, keeping control of provisions, and, most importantly, keeping him company. That was what he soon found he treasured most, and imagining that one day you would go away made his cold beskar heart hurt a little.

Soon you entered the cockpit and sat on your chair, and he was quick to shake away his thoughts and resume what he was doing, pretending he didn’t have his mind somewhere else just seconds ago.

Unbeknownst to him, you also sat there watching him and thinking about all of the things he had done so far that you were thankful for, smiling to yourself in secret.

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Two months later, you were heading towards a planet to catch the last bounty of Din’s latest set of tracking fobs.

It was a small green planet, just outside the Outer Rim that survived mainly from farming, selling its goods to a few nearby planets. It laid there almost forgotten, unknown to most in the galaxy. Not even Din had heard of it before, but it seemed to be a nice place. Maybe you could stay there for a day or two after capturing the man Mando was after. He never stayed in places for longer than he actually needed. Nor did he ever mention a place he called home, or somewhere close to home he could have. It was just him in his ship, belonging to nowhere.

Din landed the Crest near a very small town, in between the trees of a forest. The tracking fob pointed that the man was not in the town, but also not too far beyond. You needed provisions, so you agreed that you could stay in town and do the necessary shopping while he went after the bounty.

“If you feel like anything is wrong, come back to the ship, engage ground security protocols and contact me.” Din said for what seemed to be the millionth time.

Apart from the times you would specifically go out and return with him, he would always tell you to stay safe. In the beginning, it was more out of responsibility, maybe even so he wouldn’t have to deal with any more trouble than necessary in case you got in a bad situation. But eventually, this automatic order became worried and careful, until it started to sound more like a plea than anything else. He no longer minded that he would have to deal with more trouble to save your skin. In fact, he feared that anything could happen to you and he would not be there to protect you. He had even given you a blaster and taught you how to shoot it, enough at least to give you time to run. “Don’t stay and fight. Run.” He had said.

After a brief walk through the main street of the town though, you two learned that that was a peaceful place. The people were cheerful and kind, and even though the sight of the Mandalorian seemed odd to them, they still greeted him with kind eyes.

“The man must’ve come here to hide only. Still, don’t let your guard down. If we’re here, other bounty hunters may show up at any given time. Remember what I said.” Din spoke as the two of you walked side by side.

“Shoot only if I need to. Run. Engage ground security protocols. Call to you.” You repeated once again. How many times now, you’d lost count.

“Exactly. It seems like the guy is in motion, going away from here. I’ll try to find a speeder. But I shouldn’t be gone for too long; maybe a day or two. Do you have everything you need?”

“Yep!”

“Alright then. I’ll see you soon.” He said and started to walk in a different direction.

“Be careful!” You said out loud so he could hear you clear and well.

“I always am!” He answered from afar, waving his hand without looking back.

“Of course you are…” You said ironically to yourself – he never was.

You fixed the bag on your shoulder and took a look around you, mapping the place and deciding where you would go first. You spotted a cozy looking inn with a cantina across the main square, the smell of home cooked food seeming to come from there. It was the middle of the morning, and you decided you deserved to have some decent food for lunch after having to live mostly on dried, tasteless food in Din’s ship. Maybe you could even spend the night on a soft bed with clean sheets in case Din hadn’t returned until the evening – which was unlikely.

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You were right - Din didn’t return that evening. Nor that night.

After purchasing everything that was on your mental list, you took everything to the ship and walked back to the town. All that walking was more than enough to make you tired, and when Din gave no signs of showing up anytime soon, you headed back to the inn to rent a room and have dinner.

Apart from a few temporary guests and lodgers, some of the locals also frequented the place. You had a nice talk to the older lady who owned the place and the locals. They were as friendly and welcoming as they seemed, and the old lady seemed to have liked you a lot.

Later that night you made your way to your appointed room. When you slowly sank your body into the bathtub, you felt all the tensions you didn't even know you had go away. The citric aroma of the soap helped you feel at ease, and you laid there for much longer than you originally intended. The same thing happened when you lied down on the bed, and you fell asleep so fast you only noticed you did so when you woke up the next day. As you had your breakfast - by far one of the best you've had in your entire life - you couldn't help but wish that Din was with you, and that he was very deserving of a nice bath, nice bed and delicious food. He never allowed himself to have such things. Maybe when he came back you could convince him of staying in the inn for at least one night.

It wasn't until late evening that Din returned, walking towards you empty handed. He sat by your side on the bench under the shadow of a tree and watched some children play across the square. He sighed loudly.

"No luck?" You asked, looking at him.

"Not exactly so…" He seemed… down. His thoughts far away.

"What happened?" You shifted your body to look at him better, concern in your voice and face.

"The man, he…" he hesitated, then took a deep breath and started to tell the story of what had happened, keeping his voice lower. "We got into a physical fight as soon as I reached him. When I had my blaster pointed at him, he desperately told me the reason why he has a bounty on his head. He's from Tatooine, and he lived there with his fiancé. They had their own moisture farm. One day he came home only to find that four weequay gang members had broken into his home, stolen from him and… sexually assaulted his fiancé before killing her. He was able to track them down and kill two of them, one being the brother of the gang’s leader. They set a price to his head and he’s been running away since then.” He kept looking at his feet once he was done telling the story.

You couldn’t think of anything to say, silenced by the shock. You couldn’t even imagine how much suffering that man was going through, and how terrifying it had been to the poor woman.

Din was the one to break the silence, although he still kept his voice low.

“Did I do right, Y/N?” He was still looking away from you “I… When he told me everything, not only it’s a terrible situation but I also put myself in his shoes. I…” he took another deep breath and finally looked at you “I don’t know what I would do if something like that happened to you.”

This hit you harder than what he had said before, though in a different way. You widened your eyes a little, surprised by his admission. It was a terrible scenario, without a doubt, but the way he said it… You didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you could hear the anguish and the agony in his voice. Not in your wildest dreams you would’ve thought that Din worried so much about you like this. At the point of being completely shaken just by the thought of something like that happening to you. You wanted to hug him, but you held back. Instead, you put your hand over his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze and a small smile.

“You did right, Din.” You felt his tension ease just a little bit under your touch.

“He’s leaving the planet. If we found him, soon others will too. I gave him some credits and a blaster. I can’t do much more than that. He’ll still be tracked down by other bounty hunters. But he’s not going to die by my hand.”

He took a final deep breath to recompose himself and sat back on the bench, resuming to watching the children play. They were different species, but they all treated each other equally. That was great to see, and it gave him a little hope for the future.

You two sat there in comfortable silence for several minutes. Until it was your turn to break the silence. This was not the appropriate time to say it, but you had been thinking about it all day long, and you were afraid that if you didn’t say it now, then you would never say it.

“I’m staying, Din.”

“What?!” You were sure you had never seen someone turn their head so quickly, and for a moment you worried about his neck. “Wha- Why?” He asked, being caught off guard.

“I got to know the place and the people here since yesterday. I spent the night at the inn across the street behind us, and the people are really great.” Mando took quick glances between you and the inn, and you could tell he was about to say that what you did was very risky. He even inhaled before starting his rant, but you started to speak again before he could. “This place is safe, Din. There are no troubles here. The planet wasn’t affected by the war between the Empire and the Rebels. They never even landed here. The inn keeper has lived here for her entire life and told me everything about this place. I told her my story too, and she’s got a vacant room for rent. Plus, the town’s mechanic moved to the capital city a couple months ago and now they have to travel to the next town if they need something fixed. I would have a place to stay and a job. And I still have the money I saved from selling those two speeders back then.”

The Mandalorian remained silent, looking away but not at anything in particular. He hadn’t spent time in town, but from everything he got to see while going after the bounty, this was a great place. He saw mostly farms with little cottages and vast meadows, the warm lights of the next town far away on the horizon, and three moons on the night sky – and he knew how much you loved to watch moons. The man he had rented a speeder from was also very nice, just like everyone else seemed to be. He had been to many planets before, and he learned how to tell a good one from a bad one. This one was not only very beautiful, but also very good. Great even. You would be safe here, and happy too.

But… He didn’t want to part ways…

Still, he knew it was best for you to be here than out there with him. He’d be lying if he said traveling along with him was completely safe given his line of work.

“Are you really sure about it?” He finally asked, after a long period of silence, looking at you in the eyes.

“I am.” You nodded. “I can start over here.”

“If you’re sure this is what you want, then who am I to stop you?” He smiled, and though you couldn’t see it, you knew it.

You smiled at him and turned to your other side to pick up a package that was lying down next to you. From your bag you took another package, a small bag, and placed it on top of the bigger one.

“This is for you.” You handed them to Din.

“For me?” He placed the packages on his lap and started with the small bag, opening it and peeking inside. “Credits? Why?” He looked at you.

“Well, for everything you’ve done for me and for this enormous ride you’ve given me. I finished fixing your ship a long time ago.”

“What? No, Y/N, I can’t accept. You finished fixing my ship but you also did so many other things. I should be the one paying you.”

“You got me out of a very bad situation and provided everything for me for months. The least I can do is pay you back.”

“I never minded doing any of those things. Plus, just being in your company was payment enough.” That last sentence came out of his lips before he could stop himself. He immediately panicked and thanked the Maker he had the helmet on to hide his face of complete horror.

To his surprise, you didn’t look at him in disgust and walked away right then and there. Instead, you giggled, and he was caught off guard.

“I like being with you, too, Mando! Take the credits. I won’t let you leave until you accept them.”

He sighed, both because he realized he had no choice but to accept the payment and in relief for not scaring you away - on the contrary, apparently. He closed the little bag and put in his pocket before picking up the bigger package. It was lightweight and soft. He had no idea of what it could be. He looked at you for any hints, but you only looked to the package and back at him, signaling him to open it. So, he did.

He picked up the piece and held it up, letting the fabric unfold. It was a dark, deep grey color, very soft and most likely hand woven.

“Your cape is in terrible shape. I’ve wanted to give you a new one for long now, but I could never find anything that suited you. Only bright colored, patterned ones that were nothing like you.”

“Thank you…” He said, softly, surprised that you paid attention to him. “This one has been with me since… Since I was tall enough for it not to drag on the floor, probably.” His cape, although torn on the end, was not very long, so that said a lot.

“Here, let me help you.”

You two stood up, Din holding the new cape. You stepped around him so you could take his old cape off. Your fingers brushed ever so slightly on his neck, and he felt his entire skin shiver, swallowing thick. You placed the old cape on the bench and he handed you the new one. After fixing it in, you stepped in front of him again to finish arranging the new cape in place. It felt soft on the two little spots it touched his bare neck right under the helmet.

“There you go. Much better.” You said after taking a step back to look at him.

“Thanks, again.” He said, a little shy.

“No problem!” You smiled, and after taking a deep breath, you spoke again “Promise you will come visit.”

He giggled and sighed. How could he not?

“I promise.” He said, with a smile on his voice.

And that was a promise Din was going to keep as strongly as he kept his Mandalorian vows.

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I'm going to write a Din smut one shot (completely unrelated to my ongoing Din fic). It's going to be up later today (april 3rd) or tomorrow at max. Let me know if you or someone else you know would like to be tagged 😉😏

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Tumblr Writers Q&A

Thank you very much for the tag @scorpio-marionette I love answering questions!!!!

1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?

None. I publish as I end each chapter, so there's never a completed work just sitting in my folders hahah

2) How many WIPS do you have right now?

One. It should've come out over a week ago but I had a few problems and wasn't able to finish it yet.

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

Both. Though I very rarely get any requests :,)

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?

None :,)

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

Right now I only have works for The Mandalorian. But I write for the Star Wars fandom in general and Devil May Cry.

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?

I've written for Marvel, and I plan on getting back to it once I'm able to settle things in my life and catch up with the movies and series.

Though I haven't written fics for them, I've done ships/pairings for Vikings and Harry Potter.

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other?

Reader inserts

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

No. I want to write for Frankie "Catfish" Morales but I don't know if it's niche????? I also need to watch the movie first lol

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

Absolutely. I read much more than I write.

10) What is your favorite genre to write for?

I love to write fluff, but I enjoy writing for any genre as long as I have a clear, consistent idea in my head. So I can't really say I have a favorite.

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

It depends on the fandom hahahah but in general I love reading Mafia AUs, and anything that's "xxxx" to Lovers, specially friends to lovers.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

There's nothing that can motivate me to write. If I am inspired, then I can write. But "forcing" myself to do it just doesn't happen, no matter how hard I try or want.

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

Anything that involves "problem - solution". I'm very good at creating a problem, but I suck at resolving them

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

All of them. As I said before I never get requests.

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?

OOF! Hard question. Officially, 6-7 years, although I had a long period of hiatus. But I used to write to myself before that, so...

16) Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

Absolutely. It was fanfiction that inspired me to write fanfiction.

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?

I post on Ao3 too! But not all of the works that are here are also there. I only post on Ao3 the works I consider to be my best.

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”?

Around 600 for drabbles, 700 to 1k for one shots, and whatever is above 1k is a fic

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?

As I mentioned before, I don't have a favorite. If it comes up to me and I think it's a great idea, I'll happily write it whatever is the word/chapter count.

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

Yes. Firstly, time. I was in school/college and it was hard to keep both things up and going. Second, lack of readers/interactions. I've always wanted to be a big fanfic writer, but I never got the feedback. I guess I'm just unlucky.

21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr?

I wish readers would reblog more rather than just like. Reblogs help your favorite writers get more views, and it motivates us to continue.

22) Do you write at a particular time of day?

No, I write when I'm inspired and, most importantly, have the time and know I won't be bothered.

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write or do you need silence?

I listen to music but it has to be instrumental. Preferably wearing headphones to block any other background noise.

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

No, I keep it all in my mind lol. But I did for "It's All Coming Back to Waves". It's an important work for me

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

Sometimes I end up writing until too late in the morning and feel absolutely tired to read proof and post it, so I leave to the next day. But I like to post as soon as I finish. Oh, I'm also physically unable to post them without proof reading first

NP tags: @grippingbeskar @dinner-djarin @misspearly1 and anyone else who'd like to answer these!

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