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dameronology · 1 year

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how about what would happen if the star wars boys made you cry 👀

ok i kinda did this in the scenario that you're arguing and they make you cry

characters: din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

din djarin

he is HORRIFIED the minute tears spring from your eyes

maybe you're fighting, maybe he got stressed and said something in the heat of moment, whatever it is, he's immediately forgotten about what he was mad about and he's by your side, floods of apologies coming from his mouth and gloved hands taking yours

he just kinda pulls you into his chest and holds you for a moment and my GOD he wants the world to swallow him up because he loves you more than anything in the world and he normally hates whoever makes you cry but right now it's him

truth is, you know din and you know that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you so as far as apologies go, it's one you accept pretty quickly

he's gonna apologise for like a week after that

even if it becomes annoying

poe dameron

poe just sort of freezes and has this "oh fuck" look on his face

"oh god, don't cry. please don't cry. did i make you cry? oh my god. i made you cry."

and then he probably starts crying too

because he always wants to cry when you cry but the fact that he's the one responsible for it? woo boy

he swallows it down though and doesn't let you see because he doesn't want to seem like he's taking away from what he's done

his immediate reaction is to want to hug you, but he waits for a moment to see if you'll let him because he doesn't know if you're gonna swing at him tbh

if you let him, he holds you fucking tight. he doesn't apologise then and there, though, not until things have calmed down - normally a few moments later - that he says sorry and you know it's from the bottom of his heart

he goes out his way over the next few days to make it up to you; flowers, dinner, a romantic trip to a distant planet, but above all, he makes an active effort to never let it happen again

and that's what matters most

finn

honestly finn looks like a kicked puppy

because he tries so hard to never argue with you or get mad EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON and he has failed in his attempts and oh lord he wants to die

he doesn't jump immediately to apologising, mostly because he wants you to say what you need to say and he doesn't want to talk over you

and he listens!! he wants to know what he did and what he said so that it never happens again

then he apologises, and it's always straight to the point but still eloquent and meaningful

finn isn't gonna be the kinda guy who apologises for days (oh, din) or goes out his way to shower you in sorry gifts (ah, poe) because mostly he just wants to move on from it and get back to a good place with you but it's like...not in a way that he forgets about it??

it's more of a thing that he hates things being off with you. like it literally kills him inside. so he encourages you to both move forward and get back to the good stuff.

but he also makes it clear that he has learnt from it

han solo

han literally doesn't know what to do. he can barely handle people crying at the best of times but when a) it's you and b) you're crying because of him?

his immediate reaction is to run, because it's han and he always wants to peg it away from every single issue but his chest hurts at the idea and it hurts even more when he knows he's the bastard that made you cry

he just goes silent and is kinda 🧍‍♂️for a second because his brain is computing but then he realises that he does know what to do when you cry and that's attack the thing that upset you

then he realises that he can't do that and goes "well i can't fucking blast myself, so i don't really know what to do right now" and it's stupid and dumb and oh my god han read the fucking room but at least it breaks the ice a little bit and you smile

because, despite everything and despite han being...well, han, you know he's trying his best and the fact he's even still in front of you is actually something of a miracle

that's your cue to rip into him, by the way, because even if you're crying it is canon that the only way to get han solo to listen to you is to tear him a new one (or three) so he will stand there and take the bollocking

after that, he apologises. han isn't good with words so it's a little bit spacey and awkward but the intent is there

but he also makes it abundantly clear that he never means to hurt you and you know, from the bottom of his heart, that he means it

luke skywalker

luke literally stops in his tracks and he's holding you immediately and going "i didn't mean that, i really didn't mean that, please don't hate me"

literally his entire facade his gone - the stubbornness, whatever he's arguing about - just disappears and he realises immediately that none of it is worth making you cry

so the man is literally holding you before your tears even start and he's already apologising over and over

he does want to listen to you though and hear what you have to say, so he's all ears

tbh, it's hard to stay angry at luke for long because you know he's completely pure intentioned and good hearted but you can absolutely opt to give him the silent treatment or take space for as long as you need and he will let you do it

after that, he buys you flowers and will make it up to you in every way he knows how

obi-wan kenobi

out of everyone on the list, obi-wan is the one who is the most shooketh to his core when he realises that he's made you cry

because he's so chivalrous and loving and might as well live to serve you so the idea that he's hurt you is quite possibly his greatest fear come true

his immediate reaction is to give you space. he'll apologise first and let you know that he's ready to talk whenever you are, simply because he doesn't want to overstep or push you to make up until you're ready

but as soon as you are, he's all ears and listening to everything you have to say

again - and i feel like i'm saying this for every character here lol - you know that he'd never hurt you intentionally and although that's the main, the proof is in the pudding when he actively listens to you and makes an effort to avoid it happening again

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dindjarinsbeskarbunny · 11 months

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ichorai · 1 year

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would that i ; din djarin.

track twelve of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; din djarin x gn!reader

synopsis ; din didn’t consider himself a very jealous person. no, he wasn’t affected at all when the kid seemed to want to spend more time with you than him. not even a little bit.

words ; 1.5k

themes ; fluff, mild pining, kinda sunshine & grump trope

warnings / includes ; grogu eats a frog, mando gets v flustered, reader jokingly calls him daddy lol

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Bag hitched over your shoulder, you tugged on your hiking boots, bending over to double-knot the laces. “Hey, I’m going out to the market to grab some spare parts for the ship,” you called to the brooding Mandalorian in the cockpit. You were met with a quiet grunt in response. Finished with your shoes, you straightened yourself up and peeked your head into the front of the ship, watching Din work on some frayed wires by the control panel. “I’m taking the kid with me.”

This made him halt in his ministrations, and he turned to you. “Isn’t it easier if he just stays with me? Keep him here.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you nodded stoutly. “Alright, lemme ask him. Hey, bub,” you cooed, picking up the tiny creature from his floating carrier and setting him on the ground, equidistant between the two of you. Grogu peered at you with wide eyes, before rounding his head to look up at Din, then looked to you once more. He let out a garbled noise of confusion. “You wanna go to the market with me or stay with Mr. Grump over there?”

Silent, Din watched as Grogu began waddling towards you, seemingly excited at the prospect of going out to explore.

With a hum of satisfaction, you scooped the kid up into your arms, shooting the masked man a victorious smirk, before striding towards the exit.

“Be back before sunset!” he barked out, earning him a mock salute from you, then proceeded to incoherently grumble under his breath about how going to the market was really a one-person job, whilst fixing up the banged up ship definitely required more than a single pair of hands.

Clementine flames licked at the air greedily, crackling as Din tossed another wedge of wood into the fire. The setting sun cast long shadows over the secluded, wooded area your little group was hunkering down in, sparsely lit with the heated glow of the fire and the cold luminescence of the distant stars in the sky. You sat on the opposite end of the fire, blowing warm air into your palms to ebb away the numbing cold sewn into your skin.

The kid was snuggled up to your side, cooing as he tried to grab floating embers of the fire that drifted past him, carried away with the frigid night breeze.

Din studied the two of you, his mask betraying no expression whatsoever. Though Din was a man of few words, he was also a man of keen observations, always entirely aware of his surroundings. He noticed the way the orange of the fire tinted your skin with a near angelic glow, how the rustling of leaves behind him seemed to perfectly accompany your tinkering laugh as you smiled at the kid’s ministrations, how your eyes brightened with all the galaxy’s light within your irises.

His attention was reluctantly drawn away from you when the kid waddled off to the side, having spotted a bulbish frog—which, presumably, looked like a tasty snack to him.

With a gentle smile, you got up and circled around the fire to sit beside him, foliage crunching beneath your haunches as you settled down.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, just audible enough to hear over the pops of the flames. “You’re thinking so loudly.”

There was a moment of silence, the quiet weighing heavily over the both of you.

“It’s nothing,” he replied finally. “Nothing to worry about.”

Not wanting to pry, you hummed in thought, about to tell him that you’d be all ears if he had something to say, but promptly held your tongue when you caught sight of the kid swallowing the poor one-eyed frog whole.

“Spit that out!” both you and Din ordered at the same time. You glanced at each other, and your shoulders shook as you began to laugh, the corners of your eyes crinkling with such genuinity that was rare to find these days.

You couldn’t see it, but a trace of a smile slowly appeared behind Din’s helmet.

The kid had finally fallen asleep—it took hours of you setting him firmly on your lap and telling him to shut his eyes until he began to relent, curled against your stomach and stealing your body warmth. Sleep was tugging at your own sleeves, whispering gentle static into your ears and weighing down your eyelids.

Din had passed by the two of you multiple times as he tended to the many laborious upkeeps of the ship, silent as a ghost, but his mere presence was loud enough for you.

It was only when the ship’s door slid open did you startle out of your half-unconscious state, blearily rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You glanced down at the small form on your lap, gently patting his little wrinkled head.

Carefully, you got to your feet and lowered Grogu into his floating carrier, tucking him into a mottled brown blanket with nimble fingers. The kid stirred mildly at the jostling movement, but settled down when you hushed him quietly.

Satisfied that he wouldn’t spring awake and scamper out of his carrier to swallow down more frogs, you left the ship, sliding the door shut behind you.

The night’s chill was stronger than it had been a couple hours ago, the cold steeping into your muscles and freezing your bones. The moon bathed the forest in a hazy, pearl-hued luminescence, reflecting softly against Mando’s armor. He was watching the vast, dark forest, broodingly quiet. You came to stand beside him, shivering slightly.

“Done with all your little errands?” you asked, trying your best to keep your teeth from chattering. You took his silence as an affirmative. “You really like keeping yourself occupied, huh?”

More silence. In the distance, a frog croaked.

“I would’ve been more than happy to help you if you’d asked, by the way. You didn’t have to do all that by yourself. I used to be a mechanic, you know?”

Din risked a glance to you, holding his breath for reasons unbeknownst to him. You looked awfully serene basking in the sweet cold of the night, which made his chest ache with a tender kind of longing he couldn’t quite put his finger on. A life he knew he couldn’t have, perhaps.

He tore his eyes away before he could dwell on that thought too much.

“What are you doing out here? It’s real cold out,” you murmured, angling your head to look at him. It sometimes frustrated you just how unreadable he was—not even considering the mask, he rarely ever gave anything away with his body language. You wondered what went on in his head. “Are you okay?”

For the first time since you came out, Din spoke. It was tentative and slow—fittingly cautious in nature. His voice sent a thrill up your spine—it wasn’t often that the two of you would genuinely converse about something other than the ship’s upkeep. “The kid likes you.”

A surprised look splintered through your expression. Of all things you expected him to say, that most certainly wasn’t one of them. “Well, yeah, I’d hope so. I love the little guy, even though he eats like a starved wampa.” You narrowed your eyes at him, the beginnings of a smile painting across the corner of your lips. “Oh, maker, you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Before he could formulate a proper response, you stepped closer to him with a teasing glint to your eyes that he misliked. You patted his chest in mock-comfort.

This close, he could see the fine details of your features much more clearly—he noticed the small, faded scar across the bridge of your nose, slightly darker in color than the rest of your complexion, he noticed the soft curve of your cupid’s bow, and he noticed the slight arch to your eyebrows, as if expecting him to say something.

Oh, right. He should probably say something.

Din flushed hotly beneath his helmet, finding himself at a loss for words.

“I’m sure the kid loves you just as much, if not more than, he loves me,” you surmised, still with a teasing lilt to your words. “After all, we both know he considers you his guardian—if he could talk, he’d definitely be calling you father. Or, actually, that might be too formal for him—maybe daddy, or something. Pops, even.”

Din huffed, amused. “The kid wouldn’t call me daddy,” he deadpanned, finally finding his tongue.

You beamed devastatingly gleeful, and he could just about feel his heart disintegrating into sand and spilling through the crevices of his ribs.

“Why not? I think it suits you.” You shrugged, still grinning so wide it was a wonder your face hadn’t split into two. Oh, you were going to be the death of him one day. “I’m gonna head back in—I’m freezing my ass off out here. Good night, Din. Or should I say daddy?” You barked out a laugh, clearly pleased with your little joke, before trudging away from him, chortling to yourself along the way.

Din watched as you slipped back into the ship, your words ricocheting in his head over and over again. He exhaled heavily.

He was digging himself a deep hole here—and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to stop.

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multific · 5 months

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We Are One

Chapter 1: Getting You

Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: He watched you leave him and did nothing. Now, he was a Mandalorian again, he had his son, but he still felt as if something was missing. That something was you. Yet, Din Djarin never expected to find you on a far planet as the bride of the great Duke Leto Atreides.

Part 2

Everyone said he had it all.

Everyone said he was so lucky.

And yet, he felt empty.

His house wasn't a home, not fully. Not without you.

He will never forget the day you left.

How he regrets not going after you.

How he regrets not saying that he loves you.

And now, he was suffering the consequences.

He didn't have you anymore. Yes, he still had the kid, but he also wanted you.

He needed his clan of three.

This is the way.

You left not long before the kid left with the Jedi.

You two had a bad argument.

He blamed you for letting the kid be taken, but in reality, he couldn’t handle his own guilt.

He blamed you, but he knew it was never your fault.

You left him, and it was all because of him.

Being a force-sensitive yourself, you had to be careful who you trusted.

So, naturally, you didn’t tell your Mandalorian companion about your powers. It's not like he would have cared.

As you began to know more and more about him, you realised that you were in love.

In love with a man you have never seen the face of.

And then, he broke your heart.

He suggested the worst.

Even with your powers, you were too slow, too weak to stop them from taking Grogu.

And so, you left.

Leto Atreides, frequently referred to as the Red Duke and sometimes called Leto the Just, is the twentieth and penultimate Duke of House Atreides. A true noble who took great interest in you when you visited his planet.

It was meant to be a place for you to forget.

To forget the Mandalorian who broke your heart.

Yet, Leto was obsessed with you. You had a feeling it was mainly your powers he desired, but he insisted it was your beauty.

Which you also didn’t doubt.

He was obsessed with beautiful things.

He liked the finest feasts and wine, why would his taste in woman be different?

It wasn’t.

He often said how beautiful your children would be.

He often looked at you so lovingly.

Yet, you didn’t love him and you never could. He wasn’t your Mandalorian.

It was a week before the wedding.

The entire Galaxy knew about your engagement to the Duke himself.

You will soon become a powerful lady.

And yet, you were not happy.

You were good at faking it, sometimes you even convinced yourself, but in your bed, alone, you couldn’t convince anyone anymore.

You missed him and the kid.

Your clan of three.

You didn’t even know what happened after.

You can only assume Djarin got Grogu back. You can only go off of the fact that the Mandalorian would go to the end of the Galaxy and back for the kid.

You look out the window, trying your best to enjoy the scene when you notice the guards getting ready for something. You tried to see what was happening. It was strange.

You only ever saw them behave like this way when an intruder came about a month ago.

So, you could only imagine it was the same.

You watched as a small ship landed.

You saw a silhouette walking towards the castle.

Your heart picked up as you realized who it was.

All of your senses, screaming at you.

Run to him.

And you did. You ran through the castle, nearly running into others who were trying to see what was happening.

You reached the entrance where Leto was standing.

“My Beautiful Love, please, get inside, you might get hurt.” he said but you didn’t hear him, all you could see was the Mandalorian.

Your Mandalorian.

The beskar on him looked so shiny, you could hear your heart in your ears.

Then a voice, his voice filled your mind.

“Come to me.” he said.

And you didn’t need to be told twice.

You ran.

Ignoring everyone, every blaster that was pointed, every yell behind you, asking you to come back.

You ran.

And you ran right into his arms, they held you close as you clung to him, tears leaving your eyes as you finally felt at home.

Djarin turned around and started walking back to his ship, you opened your eyes to see the blasters still pointed at you, with a simple mode of your arm you made all of them lose their weapons as everyone stood, stunned.

But you didn’t care, you were back right where you belonged.

Part 2

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beskarandblasters · 1 year

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No One Else

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Summary: Din’s next bounty takes him to Sorgan. The two of you are running low on food and other supplies so Din heads back to the village he and Grogu visited where he runs into a familiar face.

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), reader is able-bodied, takes place when Grogu is with Luke, italics indicate your thoughts, jealousy, angst, cursing, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, Din’s probably a little ooc in this but it’s fine, no use of y/n

This planet is so beautiful, you think to yourself.

Sorgan is a lush, forested swamp planet. It’s green and full of nature. It’s so untouched by civilization, too. Not that you mind, it means more time with Din, no one around to bother you. It’s not like that, though. You two started as a business relationship. You, a mechanic for the Razor Crest and he, a talented bounty hunter. Although, now you could call yourself friends. But it did take a while for you two to get there. He’s a professional after all. But for you that friendship has now turned into a one sided crush.

Not the time to dwell on my pathetic crush for him.

Din is hauling a bounty back to the Crest now. You’re walking ahead of him; his idea.

“That way you’re always in my sight.”

You force yourself to ignore how that made your heart flutter and cheeks heat up.

It took him a bit longer than normal to find this bounty, too. Since this planet is so lush with nature and sparsely populated. Again, not that you mind. But it means that you two are out of food, since the job took longer than expected. It’s not the end of the world. Din could probably hunt something for you guys out here in the abundant wilderness. Or you could just tough it out until you get back to Nevarro. Really, it’s not a big deal.

As you continue your trek you start to see the outline of the Crest amongst the trees.

“There’s the Crest!” you shout over your shoulder.

You arrive at the Crest and Din lowers the exit ramp. He heads inside to carbon-freeze the bounty.

You follow him in, “So I was thinking about the food situation and-”

“No need. I know exactly what to do. There’s a small village not too far from here.”

“Oh, okay. Have you been there before?”

“Yes, I spent a few weeks there right after I got Grogu. We stayed with a nice widow.”

A nice widow? Whatever she sounds like an older lady anyway.

Stop it. Stop thinking like that. He isn’t even yours and besides that was long before he met you. It might’ve not even been that serious. She could’ve just been a friend.

“Does that sound good?” he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sure, sounds nice,” you reply, putting on a smile to try to hide your slight jealousy.

“Great. After I take care of him we can head that way.”

You nod and decide to head back outside. You take in the nature around you and breathe, trying to calm yourself.

Why am I even getting jealous? I don’t know this lady. And it’s not like Din is one for physical attachments anyway.

You hear Din come down the ramp behind you.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes, sir,” you say back, giving him a playful salute.

“Stay in front of me again this time. I’ll direct you.”

You nod and he points where to start walking. He was right, it wasn't that far of a journey. The walk this time is more silent than normal, though. It’s not like you two were super chatty anyway and the silence between you two is normally comfortable silence. This time it wasn’t. It was a thick, tension filled silence. Maybe it’s because he’s just trying to focus on where he’s going.

Or maybe it’s because he can’t wait to see that woman again…

“What’s her name?” you ask, your thoughts suddenly vocalizing themselves.

He takes a moment to answer.

Not a great sign. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked? But if we’re going to meet her anyway I don’t get why her name would be off limits…

“Omera,” he says plainly.

You don’t really know what to say back so you just continue to let him direct you, trudging through the thick forest. You reach the village soon enough. It’s a cute little farming village, not super crowded. It looks like they farm krill, judging from the ponds surrounding the village. The people here live in circular huts and there are children playing together in the center of the village. It’s hard to believe Din spent a few weeks here, though. It doesn’t really seem like his scene.

As you two enter the village everyone stops and stares, of course. You’re used to that, though. Din turns heads wherever he goes. The children playing stop what they’re doing and run over to you guys.

“It’s the Mandalorian!!!”

“He’s back!!!”

“Does he have the baby with him!?!?”

More people start to look over now that there’s commotion. And now all of a sudden you’re surrounded. A woman with long dark hair emerges from the crowd and heads right over to Din, smiling at him. She’s beautiful, of course.

Oh Maker please don’t be her.

“You’re back,” she says, the smile still not fading from her face.

“I am. My friend and I stopped on your planet for a job. It took us a little longer than expected and we’re out of food,” he explains.

Well, at least he referred to me as a friend and not just his mechanic.

“Of course! You’re always welcome here anytime,” she says, reaching out and resting her hand on the side of his arm.

She still hasn’t acknowledged you.

“This is my friend by the way,” he replies, turning towards you.

The smile finally fades. “Nice to meet you.”

She probably didn’t mean that.

“I’m Omera,” she says curtly.

You tell her your name and thank her for welcoming you into the village. She says nothing and turns to take Din by the arm, leading the way. The crowd around you dissipates. You’re left to follow them, like a lost massiff.

She leads the way back to her hut where all three of you enter.

“I can cook us something. And we can leave you alone here to eat, of course. Oh and I have some spotchka as well.”

You notice that when she speaks she’s only looking at Din.

“Thank you. How is your daughter doing?”

“She’s quite well. I’m sure she’ll be here shortly now that you’re here. And how is the child? I was hoping you would’ve brought him with you.”

“I’ve returned him to his own kind. He’s doing good.”

You listen to them continue to talk as she cooks, feeling like a third wheel. After a short time, the food is ready and she puts it into four bowls. She grabs cups for spotchka, too.

“Well, now that the food’s ready we’ll leave you to it,” she says, handing you your bowl and cup, never really looking you in the eye.

“Thank you again, Omera. We really appreciate it.”

She leads you outside of the hut and you turn back and look at Din before exiting. Around the back side of the hut you two sit down to eat before being joined by her daughter.

“This is my daughter, Winta,” Omera says, still not looking directly at you.

“Nice to meet you!” Winta says, cheerfully.

You smile and tell her your name before returning to eat.

After enough silence you say, “I know he thanked you already, but I wanted to thank you myself, Omera. It’s really delicious.”

She nods, still not looking at you.

“How do you know the Mandalorian?” she asks, glancing at you for the first time.

Ha. She doesn’t know his name.

“We work together. I travel with him as a mechanic for his ship.”

“So you’re more like business partners?”

“I wouldn’t say just business partners. We’re friends, too.”

Her mouth forms into a flat line. She didn’t like that answer.

After what feels like forever, Din joins you outside.

“Did you enjoy your meal, Mando?” she asks looking up at him, the smile creeping back on to her face.

“I did. It was very good. Thank you.”

“Of course. Anything for you,” she replies, rising from the ground with the dishes in her hand. You and Winta stand up, too.

“I’ll clean up and be right back,” Omera says.

She walks around to the front of the hut and goes inside, leaving you, Din and Winta outside. The three of you walk to the front of the hut as well and Winta asks,

“Where’s the baby?”

“He’s with his own kind and he’s in training.”

“Oh… is it like a school?”

“Yeah, something like that. But don’t worry. He’s happy.”

For a man covered in metal and weapons, he’s surprisingly good with children. It warms your heart.

Omera returns from inside the hut and joins the three of you.

“So, how long willl you be here for?” she asks, looking up at him, eyes widening.

“I’m afraid not that long. We have to return back to Nevarro to complete our job.”

“Ah, I see. Well you’re always welcome here any time and however long you need. After what you did for the village, we are forever in your debt.”

“What happened?” you ask, unaware of this part of their history together.

“Mando here saved our village from a group of raiders a while back. He taught us how to defend ourselves. Without him we wouldn’t be living here anymore. And with that, we are forever in his debt.”

“I can’t take all the credit. Cara was a big help, too.”

Oh great another woman to worry about. Whatever, at least that one’s not here right now.

“You’re too humble. But please, won’t you stay at least one night?”

“I suppose one night wouldn’t hurt. We did have a long day.”

Your mouth falls open, in complete disbelief at what he’s saying right now.

Maybe he misses his time here. Maybe he’s thinking he made the wrong decision leaving here in the first place.

“Of course. You must be so tired. Let me take care of you.”

“Thank you. You’re too generous.”

She grabs his arm again and leads him back to her hut, leaving you to follow behind them again. It’s basically painful to watch them at this point.

“Actually…” you start, both of them turning around to face you.

“I think I’m just going to head back to the Crest. I’m not feeling too good,” you lie. Really you just wanted to go feel sorry for yourself in peace.

“Are you sure?” Din says, concern laced in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you reply, a little too quickly.

“Well, let me at least walk you back,”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to.”

“I really don’t mind-” he starts.

“She said she’s fine,” Omera cuts in, a smirk plastering her face.

“Yes it’s fine really, you two go on ahead,” you say looking at the ground, tears stinging your eyes.

Before either one of them could say anything else, you turn around and start walking out of the village. You don’t look back at them, continuing to stride through the outskirts of the village and into the forest. You don’t stop once as you power walk back to the Crest, just wanting to be alone already. You lower the exit ramp and drag yourself inside. The tears begin to flow and they don’t stop. You close the ramp and sit down, placing your head in your hands. The sadness and anger swells in your chest.

After letting yourself have your meltdown, you hop in the refresher and take time to calm down in there. When you’re done you have a glass of water. You’re not as hysterical as you were before but your heart still hurts and there’s still a pit in your stomach. You go up to the cockpit and sit, watching the sunset and thinking to yourself.

Maybe he’ll change his mind. Maybe he’ll realize how much he missed her. Maybe he’ll come back here and tell me he’s decided to stay, only leaving to drop me off back on Nevarro and he’ll come back here and live out his days with her. Maybe he’ll reunite with Grogu and they’ll be a happy family. Something he doesn’t see with me because all I am is a business partner, a coworker.

The sun is set now and the sky is filled with beautiful stars. At least there’s one nice thing about this planet since there’s not a lot of light pollution the sky is clear. Although now whenever you think of Sorgan instead of thinking about its beauty you’ll think about Omera and Din and how happy they must be together.

You hear the exit ramp to the Crest being lowered and the familiar sound of Din’s footsteps. You don’t turn to look at him.

“I thought you were spending the night,” you say sullenly.

“I was worried about you,” he says, coming up to the cockpit and sitting down, spinning his chair to face you.

“Don’t be.”

“Are you okay? You seemed off this afternoon.”

You hit him with the classic, “I’m fine.”

“You say you’re fine but I know that’s not true. Come on. Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

You hesitate for a moment.

“...It’s dumb.”

“I’m sure it’s not. You can tell me anything.”

“This is going to sound so stupid but I was really jealous today in the village.”

“Of what?”

“...You and Omera.”

“Why? You and I aren’t together.”

Tears sting your eyes again. He doesn’t feel the same way.

Let’s just get this over with.

And the word vomit just spills out, “I know. I know we aren’t together. But that’s the thing; I wish we were. And I’m sorry if I made things weird for you now because I know we’re technically business partners so I get it if you want to drop me off back on Nevarro and look for a new mechanic or even stay here with Omera because the chemistry between you two is undeniable. I just couldn’t bear to be a third wheel anymore. It was too much for me to watch.”

You sigh, feeling a little relieved that this is finally off of your chest. But he’s silent and that can’t be a good sign.

“Come with me.”

“What?”

“Just come with me,” he says, grabbing your hand.

He leads you out of the cockpit and out of the crest into the forest. It’s just the two of you underneath the stars. He’s standing beside you, your hand still is his. His helmet is tilted up at the sky. You’re both silent for a moment before he speaks.

“She tried to remove my helmet,” he says, turning to face you now, his hand still holding yours.

“What?”

“When I was staying there for a few weeks. One day when I was telling her that I think Grogu should stay with her and the other children, she looked up at me and asked me to stay with her in the village. She tried to remove my helmet. But then she was stopped when a member of the guild tried to shoot Grogu from the forest. After that I decided it was best for him to be with me and I left.”

You don’t say anything. You’re shocked that he’s telling you this but you don’t know why he is either.

“You see, I don’t think she respected that I have a creed,” he continues.

“Well clearly if she tried to remove your helmet,” you say, a tinge of annoyance in your voice. Why is he telling you all of this?

“I think she saw it as a limitation, something that was keeping her from getting what she wanted… but with you I feel like I can be myself around you, with my creed and all. And you wouldn’t have known that about Omera. Maybe I should’ve told you about it before so you wouldn’t have gotten upset,” he says. There’s a softness in his voice.

“The reason why I’m telling you all of this is to reassure you. I know I haven’t been very expressive with how I feel but… I want you, cyar’ika. And maybe it’s wrong of me to only admit this after how upset you got. But maybe I just needed to hear that you had feelings for me first.”

Well, that was kind of messed up of him but he’s being so sincere right now that you can’t stop your heart from melting.

“But earlier today it looked like you were into her too…”

“I wasn’t trying to come off that way. I was just trying to be polite. Trust me. I want no one else but you, cyar’ika.”

“Is that Mando’a?”

“Yes… it means sweetheart.”

Your heart flutters. The toxic part of your brain almost wishes Omera was here right now to see this; to see how Din only wants you and no one else.

“If you’re still unsure maybe I could show you how I feel about you instead of telling you.”

Oh?? What does that mean?

“Is it okay if I cover your eyes?” he asks.

“Y-yes. Go ahead.”

He takes a step towards you and places a gloved hand over your eyes. You hear a low hissing sound. And the sound of breathing, unmodulated breathing.

His helmet is off. Holy shit. Holy shit. It’s happening.

And then it happens. He kisses you and it’s all you ever hoped it would be. You feel his facial hair against your face. You take in his scent. It’s just all so perfect.

“Can I touch you?”

“Of course, mesh’la.”

“Another Mando’a word?”

“It means beautiful,” he says softly.

It really can’t get any better than this.

Your hands caress each side of his face, trying to map it out. You could stay like this forever. The kiss is getting more and more passionate. You press your tongue against his lips to gain access to his mouth, which he gives you. But then he pulls back for a moment.

Shit. I fucked up.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask meekly.

He gives you a quick kiss and smiles against your lips.

“No, cyar‘ika. But if we’re going to continue this further, I think I should put the helmet back on.”

“What do you mean?”

He pulls back and puts his helmet back on. You can hear the hiss and his modulated breathing. You open your eyes and look up at his visor. He steps forward again and places his hand at the waistband of your pants, tugging it lightly. The helmet dips toward your left ear and he says,

“Do you get what I mean now?” his voice dipping to a lower register.

Oh. It’s happening.

“Y-yes,” you squeak out.

“Is this okay?”

“Of course. But what if someone sees us?”

“You and I both know that no one’s around here and besides… who cares if someone sees?”

You nod and his hand dips down your pants and he cups your warm sex, rubbing small circles around your clit. You lean into him and close your eyes, already in absolute bliss. His pace picks up, as does your breathing. You’re already at the brink of orgasm when he says, “Are you going to cum like this for me, cyar’ika?”

That practically sends you over the edge. Your legs wobble a little bit and he places a strong arm around your back to keep you up, chuckling a little.

“That’s it, mesh’la. Ride it out for me.”

You finish riding out your orgasm against his hand. You look up at him and smile.

“Lay down on the ramp for me.”

You nod and do as you're told. You lay down against the ramp, the cool metal pressing against your back. Din grabs the waistband of your pants and slides them now. His fingers reach your core again and he slides two of them in. His fingers pumping in and out and then making a “come here” motion. Your breathing picks up even more than it did before and you close your eyes.

“Look at me,” he says.

You open your eyes to see the T shaped visor burning into you. You wonder what his expression is under there. His pace picks up and you feel yourself getting wetter, closer to completion. He senses this and presses even more against your G spot. You soak his glove completely. As you cum, you look at him, straight into the visor, falling in love even more as you do.

“Good girl,” he says, with that darker register again. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes I am,” you reply, blissed out once again.

He pulls his hard cock out of his pants and it’s huge because of course it is. He lubricates himself with your wetness from his glove. You spread your legs open and he aligns himself with your entrance. It takes you a second to get used to how big he is. He’s basically splitting you apart, but in a good way.

“Let me know when you’re ready for me to move, cyar’ika.”

You nod and keep breathing, getting more adjusted to him.

“I’m ready,” you say.

He starts thrusting in and out of you. And it’s better than you ever could’ve possibly imagined. You close your eyes again out of reflexes and he says,

“Please, mesh’la, look at me. I want to look you in the eyes as you cum on my cock.”

“Y-yes, Din. ” you moan.

One of his hands comes up to caress your face. You look up at him and take it all in. His helmet looking down at you and the beautiful, star filled sky above the two of you. It’s all so perfect and something you’ll never ever forget.

He places your legs on his shoulders, the beskar touching the back of your legs. For some reason that sensation only adds to your arousal. And so does the new angle from this position. His thrusts are picking up now and his cock is hitting the perfect spot inside of you. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You reach out your hand and caress the side of his helmet, where his cheek would be and breath out,

“I’m so close, Din.”

“Give it to me, mesh’la.”

And with that you’re orgasming. All of your muscles contract, sending tingly sensations all over your body. You feel yourself fluttering around Din’s cock and your vision goes blurry for a moment. This sent Din to the edge too because he asks,

“Where do you want me to finish, cyar’ika?”

Blissed out and coming down from immense pleasure, you reply, “Inside me, I don’t care.”

And he does. His warm spend paints your insides. You can’t believe that this is happening to you right now. Din Djarin is fucking you on the forest planet Sorgan underneath a blanket of stars and he’s filling you up with his cum.

He stays inside you for a moment and you ask,

“Is something wrong?”

“I just wanted to take a good look at you like this, underneath me and full of my cum.”

After another moment he slowly pulls out of you and collapses next to you on the ramp. You look over at him and he sighs,

“Do you believe me now, cyar’ika? That I want you and no one else?” he says, reaching out and brushing your hair behind your ear.

You smile and say, “How could I not after that?”

You lay your head on his chest and he wraps his arm around you, his hand coming up to stroke your hair, as you two admire the stars above. It can’t get any better than this.

End note: This is my first time writing anything NSFW so I hope you all enjoyed it!! Of course let me know what you think and let me know anything you’d like to see next from me.

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honeyedmiller · 7 months

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Close | Din Djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: so much fluff, like literally this whole thing is just pure tooth rotting fluff and din and so soft in this, helmet comes off, reader and din are in LOVE

word count: 5.1k

synopsis: the man in shining beskar armor is one of mystery, and you were determined to get close to him.

based off of the song “close” by nick jonas

not revised (go figure) so sorry if there’s mistakes.

divider by @saradika

“‘Cus space is just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get too… close.”

He intrigued you from the moment you set your eyes on him. Tall, broad, glinting in beskar, and a complete mystery underneath the helmet.

You often passed him and his little green apprentice in the marketplace. It started off with you glancing at him. It then turned into small smiles on your end, and a curt nod on his.

The spring air was fresh the first time he spoke to you. You were picking out some fruits for your home, when you turned around and saw him standing behind you. You gasped softly, beaming up at him.

“Those are Grogu’s favorite,” The masked man said, tilting his visor down at the fruit you had in your hand. “I was going to get him some, too.” His modulated voice was deeper than you expected, but had a warm tone to it nonetheless.

“They’re my favorite, too.” You respond with a smile, splitting the fruit in half after quickly peeling it and handing it to the small creature.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to—” He starts, but you shake your head.

“I insist.” You grin as Grogu coos up at you, his ears perking up.

“He likes you.” The Mandalorian says, and you give him a small smile.

“Well it’s nice to officially meet you to, uh,” You pause, not knowing what to call the man.

“Mando.” He says, and you nod.

“Mando.” You repeat, holding out your hand. He looks down at it for a second, like he’s contemplating on shaking it or not. After a couple of beats, he extends his hand to shake yours.

“What’s your name?” He asks you, and you just grin up at him before slowly backing away from him.

You knew Mando obviously wasn’t his real name, so you decided to be a mystery to him all the same. You didn’t know much about Mandalorians, but you did know they had a creed they followed. It was strict and hid their identities, and you respected that. You just thought it’d be a bit fun to mess with the man in glinting beskar for awhile.

He knew it, too. He knew you were playing a little game, and honestly, he thought he’d hate it. He was a straight-to-the-point kind of man.

But he didn’t.

He saw it as a challenge. He asked people around to see if anyone knew your name, and no one did. Maybe you were just a private person. Which, in all honesty, you kind of were. You minded your own business on Nevarro. You were friendly, just not very talkative.

You on the other hand had went to the local library to find any books you could on Mandalorians. There weren’t many, but you did find one that explained some of their history and their language. Next time you saw Mando, you’d surprise him with your newfound learnings of his culture.

That wasn’t going to be for a few months, though. He ended up getting a job that sent him to the near other side of the galaxy.

He thought about you every single day. He didn’t know what it was about you that had you in his mind stuck like glue. Maybe it was the way you smiled up at him, how you were so friendly to his son, how you remained a mystery to him. Maker, it was just you in general. Your sweet voice, your kind eyes, your beautiful smile.

Mando felt strange about the way he perceived you. He barely even knew you and he was already thinking about you nearly every waking second of the day. He’d never felt this way with anyone, except for one other person.

Omera.

When he was on Sorgan, he almost thought about risking revealing his identity for her. He’d started to feel strongly about her, but he whisked those feelings away quickly.

He never knew how to connect with someone. His lifestyle always prevented him from settling down and allowing himself to actually get close to someone for once. He had a hard time expressing his feelings, and when they overcame him, he just shut down. He’d go into panic mode and close himself off completely so nobody would be able to experience the softer side of the man underneath all of the armor.

He couldn’t help but wonder from time-to-time what life would be like if he’d just settle down. Sure, he had a house to come back to now, but he had no home. Someone he could come back to after a long journey to ask him how it went, assure him everything will be okay, be there for him when he needed someone.

He craved that so badly, but he knew he just couldn’t get it.

The next time he saw you, it was the peak of summertime. He spotted you first. He was in the marketplace trying to restock on food for him and Grogu, when he saw you talking to the spice vendor. You had that same pretty, kind smile on your lips as you shook the vendor’s hand, putting your purchase in a bag you had slung over your shoulder.

You wore a black sleeveless shirt with a floor length green skirt. You looked even more beautiful than when he left.

You turned your body in his direction, saying your goodbye’s to the vendor as your eyes snapped to the familiar shine of beskar in front of you. You halted for a split second before approaching him slowly.

“Mando.” You greet, smiling up at him.

“Cyar’ika,” He nodded down at you, and your heart skipped a beat. Sweetheart. He’d called you sweetheart.

“It’s been awhile.”

He nodded.

“It’s nice to see you again, Mando.” You softly grabbed his bicep for a second, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. You let go of it quickly before walking off into the opposite direction, leaving each other to wonder about the other for the rest of the day.

That day, Din made it a point to stop by Greef Karga’s office.

“What can I do for you, Mando?”

“What can you tell me about this woman?” He pulls up a hologram photo of you from his glove, feeling nearly guilty about what he’s about to ask his old friend.

Karga quirks his brow at Din. “She’s not a bounty, is she?” He strokes his chin as his stance goes wide, gaze flickering between the hologram and Din’s visor.

“No, I just–” Din pauses, not even knowing what to say. “It’s to babysit Grogu. Need a sitter next time I go out to hunt a bounty.” Din lied, and Karga laughed knowing he was.

“Sure, Mando.” He chuckled, and Din’s face was hot under his helmet. Luckily, Karga didn’t press any further and gave him your name and where you lived. Din thanked the man and headed out for your house later on that evening.

You were hanging your freshly washed clothes up with clothespins, humming an unfamiliar tune. Din approached you carefully not wanting to startle you, but he did anyhow.

You jumped as you turned and saw him, putting a hand over your heart.

“Stars, Mando. You scared me.” You huffed, clutching your tunic against your chest.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright. What brings you on this side of town?” You hang up the tunic in your hand, turning to face him.

“Just… strolling through.” He shrugs, but he knew he couldn’t lie to you.

“Uh huh.” You grin, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I actually, uh, asked Greef where you lived.” He admitted, visor tilted down toward the dirt crunching underneath his boot as he scuffed his foot.

“Do I have an unknown bounty on my head?” You half joke, and Mando tilts his helmet.

“You do anything that could make you a bounty?” He retorts, and you laugh. Oh, how he liked that sound.

“I may be wanted for making the best pog soup in town,” You joke. “Wanna join me for some? It’s almost finished.”

“I can’t.” He shakes his head, and you give him a small, sad smile. You wish he would, but you respect him and his wishes.

“Sure. Would you like some to-go?” You ask, picking up the woven basket that previously contained your freshly washed clothes. You popped your hip out and held the basket to it, tilting your head at him questioningly.

“I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not, Mando, I’m offering.” You softly chuckle in disbelief.

He wondered, for a second, how his real name would sound rolling off of your tongue. He bet it would sound like honey. Something sweet, something pure.

“Sure.” Was all he said, and you coaxed him to follow you into your home.

It was cozy and comfortable, walls decorated with artwork made my locals that they sold at the marketplace. The place was perfect for a small family, but since it was just you, you had more room than you knew what to do with.

You pulled out a container and ladled the soup into it, cautious not to burn the pads of your fingers. You packed the container nicely in a bag, handing it to Mando.

“Here you are.” You push the bag into his hands, and he looks down at it before presumably looking at you.

“Thank you, cyar’ika.” His voice is soft behind the modulator, his heart filling with that unfamiliar warmth once more.

“You have to let me know how it tastes. You know, once you try it.”

A small laugh is heard behind the modulator, and your heart swells at the sound.

“I will. I promise.”

Din went home that night, warming up the soup again after he put Grogu down for bed so he could eat in silence. He was used to it; it was comforting. But it also made his heart strings tug with the wish that he’d have someone to share a meal with. He was scared to join you for dinner, so he quickly said no. He was scared you’d turn around to try and look at his face; he was scared of you not liking what he had to say; he was scared you were going to find him mundane.

Even with all of the stories he had, he was afraid you wouldn’t find any of them interesting. He was terrified you wouldn’t be into him. So, he pushed and pushed and pushed himself away until he was so certain all of his feelings were detached from you.

But, when he took his first sip of your pog soup, he knew he was doomed. Maker, that was the best soup he’s ever had in his life. Usually, he’d scarf down his meals. It was a habit he was trying to unlearn. But with your soup, he savored the taste on his tongue and enjoyed each and every flavor it had to offer.

It easily became his favorite meal in the whole universe.

Weeks went by and you’d make him the soup, even when it was the peak of summer and sweat would glisten on your forehead. You did it for him, because he intrigued you, and you wanted to get to know him.

That opportunity finally came one night when he knocked on your door in the late hour. You were surprised to see him standing at your door with his son fast asleep in his arms.

“Hi.” You said softly, motioning for him to come in. He stepped inside, only allowing himself a few inches into your home.

“Sorry to come by so late,” He starts, “The water went out at my house, and, uh, I was wondering if I could borrow your shower.” He explained.

This was the first time you heard a more shy tone behind the modulator. It was sweet, and you could tell it must’ve taken him a lot of courage to even come here and ask you such a favor.

“Of course. Let me, um, get you a towel.” You walk over to the hall cabinet and take out a towel for him, going into the bathroom and hanging it neatly on the towel rack.

“Thank you.” You felt his visor linger on you for a little longer than you were used to. You looked down at your attire and finally noticed that you were wearing a sleep tunic that barely covered the top of your thighs. Your cheeks heated in embarrassment, and to shift the awkward ambience, you held out your hands.

“I can watch him while you shower.” You gesture to Grogu, and Din hands him to you carefully. The little creature coos, nuzzling into you as a tiny hand clings onto your tunic. You smile down at him as you settle down on the couch in your living room, rocking him softly.

“Thank you.” The Mandalorian says, turning swiftly to the bathroom.

He didn’t take long, and you tried to not let your mind wander to what he looked like underneath his helmet. You tried to guess his features deliberately, weighing the options of dark or light eyes, hair, skin, everything. You bet he was gorgeous underneath the beskar. It was a shame no one got to see him, but you respected him and his privacy.

You wonder how many people have seen him with his helmet off. If anyone’s ever gotten to touch his face. Oh, that man was probably so touch deprived. The thought made your heart sink a bit.

Your thoughts dissipated into thin air when the bathroom door opened, steam coming out of the room as he stepped out in his flight suit. The only piece of armor he had on was his helmet. You frowned softly in the darkness, thinking that must be insanely uncomfortable for his wet hair to be sticking to his helmet like that.

“Here,” You stood up, careful not to wake the baby. You gestured down to a basket that was empty, and motioned the Mandalorian to put his armor in there. You took a piece of armor for him and gently set it in the basket, and he followed suit with the rest of it. “I can wear a blindfold, Mando.” You told him. He looks at you, tilting his visor.

“I know other people can’t see you. I presume Grogu here already has, but, I can wear a blindfold so your hair can dry properly. That helmet must be awfully heavy.” You explain, and he thinks about it for a moment.

“Okay.” Was all he said, and you smile as you head into your bedroom and set Grogu down on your bed before rummaging through your clothes for a blindfold. You found one tucked away in a corner of a drawer, and you held it out to him.

“I’d feel more comfortable if you put it on. You know, so you don’t think I’m trying to get a peak at you or anything.” You smile softly at him, and Din’s heart clenches. You respected him and his creed, and he was so thankful of that. You drop the satin material in his bare hands, which you noticed were tan. That was just one piece of the puzzle that is this man before you.

You turn on your heel so you’re facing away from him, and he takes the material and wraps it gently around your head to cover your eyes. His fingers accidentally brushed your neck as he pulled back after tying the blindfold onto you.

Goosebumps raised onto your skin, and he noticed. Even in the dark and with the tint of his visor, he noticed. He felt it, too.

He wasn’t a man of many words. That was something you both knew. But in that moment, he wanted to tell you you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in the galaxy. He wanted to tell you everything there was to know and take you to every single planet that he think you’d like.

But, as always, he was at a loss for words. Too many thoughts and emotions trying to claw their way out of him, and he wouldn’t let it surface. He wouldn’t let himself fall for someone as beautiful and smart and kind as you. He just couldn’t.

You felt yourself being spun around as Din waved his hand over your face. “Can you see how many fingers I’m holding up?” He held up four, right in front of your face.

You shook your head. Everything was pitch black.

“Good.” Was all he said, before you heard a hissing sound of pressure being released.

“You can stay in here awhile and, I don’t know, talk if you’d like. If not I set out a blanket and pillow for you on the couch out there.” You pointed in the wrong direction of the living room, and Din’s lips curled up in the slightest.

“What would we talk about?” Din’s unmodulated voice rang through your ears, and you gasped. His voice was beautiful. Almost shy sounding, but deep and smooth.

You shrug your shoulders. “Whatever you want to talk about. I don’t get company, ever, so… it’s up to you. Or we can just go to bed and we don’t have to talk at all.”

“I can… tell you about some stories of my adventures across the galaxy.” He offers, and you grin toward the sound of his voice.

“I’d love that.”

And so he does. For the next couple of hours, you sit on your bed with your arms enveloping your knees to your chest as you listen to him talk about these intense days hunting a bounty, battling Moff Gideon, running into Jedi, the fact that he gave Grogu to Luke Skywalker, how he won the darksaber and gave it rightfully and respectfully to Lady Kryze, and how the Mandalorians retook their home planet.

He even went as far as telling you that he wasn’t originally born a Mandalorian, that they saved him after a droid killed his biological parents, which is why he absolutely despises the bots. Well, besides IG-11 and R5-D4.

You soaked in every single detail he chose to give you, finding himself loosening up over time while he talked to you. He found you very easy to talk to, and he could tell you were attentive as you followed along with his stories.

“I’ve never talked this much to anyone, ever.” Din chuckles, sighing softly.

“Really? I could listen to you go on for days. You’re an amazing story teller, Mando.” You smile softly, and his heart skips a beat.

He contemplated on telling you his real name, too. After all, you two’ve been acquainted long enough. He knew your first name so it was only fair that he told you his.

“It’s Din.” He says in a near whisper. He saw your brows thread together in confusion, so he elaborated.

“My name is Din.” He says, and he saw your body go rigid.

Your heart melted at the fact that he was willing to give up a part of his identity to you. That he trusted you enough to even tell you everything he’s said thus far, including his actual name.

“Din.” You repeat, and him hearing you say his name felt so right. Like it was a secret of yours to keep.

“Just… do me a favor, please. Don’t repeat my name to anybody, and only use it when it’s just us two together.” He gnawed on his bottom lip as anxiousness overtook his body. He was never vulnerable with people like this, and not having any of his armor on in a place that wasn’t his home furthered his anxiety.

You reached out in front of you, successfully finding his warm hand as you gave it a soft squeeze before pulling away. “Of course, Din. You have my word.”

After that night, you two seemed to get closer. People noticed and talked, but you didn’t really pay any mind. Neither did Din. There were many more nights of him coming over to your place to talk and eat delicious meals with you, which he finally allowed himself to do. You ate with your backs to each other as you talked about your days, another brief mission Din went on, and how Grogu is finally getting along with the kids of Nevarro City.

It wasn’t until the fall time that you realized you were starting to fall for the man in shining armor. It’s ironic, really. The one person you’d told yourself was off limits, you found thinking of nearly every minute of the day. The one that you were sure of just being strictly friends with.

You were falling in love, and you were falling hard.

There were some days you felt you couldn’t even face Din, because you genuinely feared total and complete rejection. It wasn’t fair. You didn’t have something to cover your face to hide your feelings or the soft sparkle in your eye every time you looked at him.

Whatever affections or strange feelings Din had for Omera a few years ago, he had for you much stronger. He found himself wanting to be the source of your beautiful smile and laugh. He wanted to be near you as much as he could, and the times that he couldn’t, he found himself spending every second thinking of you.

Some might say it was an unhealthy obsession at that point, but truthfully, you both were just lovestruck fools. You didn’t need to see Din’s face to know that he was a loyal, trustworthy, honorable man. He had a heart of gold that he only reserved for you and his son.

He never thought that with his old lifestyle he’d be able to settle down somewhere. Now that he’s here in Nevarro with his son, he wanted a family. Not that Grogu wasn’t his family, of course, but he wanted to settle down. Start some family roots here. Find a wife, have a (human) child, grow old with his family here.

He saw that life with you.

The times he thought about it in depth, he truly thought he might’ve actually been going crazy, but he didn’t care. He was so content with just him and Grogu in his cozy little home, but ever since he finally allowed himself to grow close to you, he feels as if the house isn’t a home without you in it.

Come winter time, those feelings from you both never dissipated. If anything, they grew stronger.

It was a busy day at the market one particular chilly day. Vendors were selling caf and pastries, which you gladly indulged in. You were looking at a new painting to buy for your house when you heard your name being called. You whirled around to come face-to- well, helmet, with Din.

You smiled up at him.

“Mando, you’re back!” You cheer, going to give him a hug, but you stopped short. You suddenly remembered you were in a very public place, where wandering eyes could clearly see you both.

Din felt your hesitation and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest plate. The metal was cold, sending a shiver down your spine. You relaxed in the familiar embrace (you two may’ve cuddled from time-to-time when he came over to talk with you), looking up at his visor.

“Wanted to surprise you at your house, but you weren’t there. Figured you’d be here instead.” He explained, and you grinned up at him.

“Was a short trip, hm?” You asked, walking with him through the market. He kept his hand loosely wrapped around your hip as you walked.

“I needed to go back to Mandalore for something.”

“What was it?” Curiosity overtook you, and he looked down at you.

“Not here, cyar’ika. Let’s go back to your house.”

You both made your way back to the warmth of your home, shucking off your three top layers so you were left in just a long sleeve and pants. You kicked off your boots before you made your way to the couch, sitting down as you waited for Din. He sat down next to you after checking to see Grogu was fast asleep in his pod.

“I went to Mandalore to ask the Armorer for something. Something I want you to have, something very significant and dear to me. But I want you to know this first,” He begins, leather-bound hands grabbing your own. “Cyar’ika, you’ve been nothing but a light in my life. I spend every day thinking of you and how much you mean to me and Grogu. You’re brilliant, kind, brave, beautiful, and so many more things that I couldn’t even begin to cover. You’ve made me fall in love with you the past near year that I’ve gotten the privilege to know you. You’ve got me, cyar’ika, and nothing would make me happier if you’d become my riduur, my wife, my partner for life.”

Tears are flowing out of your eyes now, and a happy sob escapes your throat. He untangles one of his hands from yours to take something out of a pocket he has, and he presents you a shiny necklace with Din and Grogu’s signet as the pendant. A Mudhorn.

Your free hand flies over your mouth as you cry, looking down at the beautiful necklace and back up to Din’s visor.

“Din.” You choke out a whisper, moving toward him to embrace him in a hug. He hugs you back tightly, resting his helmet against your forehead. You take both sides of his helmet and lean back, sniffling as you smile in pure adoration.

“I would love to join your clan, Din. Become your riduur. Be your wife. Partner for eternity. I love you.”

“Cyar’ika.” Din’s modulator barely caught onto his whisper. You two held each other like that for awhile, your sniffles finally dying down.

“You know, Mandalorians have an oath we follow our whole lives after we’ve been sworn into the creed,” Din starts, breaking the comfortable silence. He pulls back from you and brushes your hair out of your face. “Honor is life, for with no honor one may as well be dead. Loyalty is life, for without one's clan one has no purpose. Death is life, one should die as they have lived.”

“That’s beautiful, Din.” You whisper, hands moving back down to your lap. He takes off his gloves and grabs your hands into his once more.

“Mandalorians also don’t do wedding ceremonies. We just say a short vow together, and that’s it. Once we’re married, you get to see my face.” Your breath hitches in your throat, and your heart pounds rapidly.

You completely forgot about ever wanting to see him, let alone being allowed to see him. The thought of him showing his face to you made you both nervous. He was worried what you’d think, and you were happy you could finally put a face to the man you’re deeply in love with.

“So, we can just say the vows right now, and that’s it? We’re married?” He gives you a short nod, and you mirror his actions. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. Let’s get married.” You smile at him, giving his hands a squeeze. He chuckles softly, wanting nothing more than to kiss you right in this very moment.

“Okay. We need to say them at the same time, so I’ll say them to you and then we’ll say them together,” He instructs, and you nod to signal you were ready.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde. Got it?” He asks gently, rubbing his thumbs over the top of your hands.

You nod with glossy eyes and a drumming heart.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” You both say synchronously, and a tear falls from your cheek once more.

“We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors,” Din says, unclasping the necklace so he can put it around your neck. “My riduur. I’ll love you forever.”

“I love you, Din.”

“Are you ready to see me now?” His voice wavers a bit, and you can tell he’s nervous.

You’re his wife and you’re part of his clan now and he wants to spend the rest of his life loving you so tenderly and sweetly as you deserve, and yet, the nerves coursing through his body at the thought of revealing himself to you are in full force.

“Whenever you’re ready, riduur.” Your voice is sweet and patient. Even if he wasn’t ready to show his face to you now, you’d be completely okay with it. You fell in love with him for his loyalty, honesty, kind heart, and protective nature.

Even so, he removed both of his hands from yours before moving them up to his helmet, taking a deep breath before slowly lifting the heap of beskar up and over his head. He set his helmet down on the ground, eyes moving back to your face.

You were in complete awe with what you saw before you. He was simply the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life. Tan skin, brown eyes you could easily get lost in, strong nose, pink lips, and some scruffy facial hair along his jaw with a mustache to match. His brown curls sat messily atop his head, and you just couldn’t stop staring.

Before he could speak out of nervousness, you moved both of your hands and held the sides of his face gently. He closed his eyes in pure bliss, never being touched by another like that in his life. His eyes slowly blinked back open to look at you, brow creasing as he waited for you to say something.

“Meshla,” You whispered, and he inhaled sharply. He had no idea where or how you learned a word of Mando’a, but hearing you speak the language of his people made his heart swell with absolute pride. “You’re so beautiful, Din.” You lightly trace the tips of your index finger over the curves of his face, resting your hand on his cheek once more.

You swept your thumb over his cheekbone, moving closer to him to press a kiss onto his forehead and his nose. You leaned your forehead against his and closed your eyes, rubbing your nose against his gently.

“I love you, my riduur.” He whispered, and you smiled as you leaned in a little more.

“I love you too, Din.” And finally, your lips connected. The kiss was soft and sweet, but passionate and full of promise and want and need.

Falling for and marrying the beautiful woman from the market in less than a year was not on Din’s agenda, for his fear of getting too intimate to someone overtook his whole being. But, stars, he was so glad he took that leap of faith.

And, maker above, was he ever so eternally grateful that the person he chose was you.

Someone who made him unafraid.

Someone who allowed him to get close.

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imnotselfryed · 1 year

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hi there👋🏼 I saw your pinned post and I thought I should pop by with a request;

non-sexual touches with Din Djarin. maybe like he's showing reader how to fly the ship or he's helping her grab something from the top shelf and his hand's on the small of her back. idk, i just find it cute

I'll totally understand if you ignore this tho

Of course Anon! Din is just so AGSHSHSJ

Touches [d. djarin headcanons]

word count: 363

content/warnings: tooth rotting fluff

If you were to ever try to reach for a cup or something from the top shelf and you're like “damn it” and call for him, guarantee he’ll probably chuckle at you and with EASE?! gets the cup down for you.

he’ll hold the lower part of your back so you don’t try to hurt yourself and reach for it again

for sure will pick you up a bit to move you over so he can get the cup

after he gets it and hands it to you, he’ll even give you a peck on your forehead or a forehead touch (if he didn't have the helmet)😻

SPEAKING OF FOREHEAD TOUCHES

since my guy is super touch starved (i just know), and he can’t always take his helmet off, he does these super cute forehead touches where its either a small soft tap to your temple or putting his helmet to your forehead is how he shows his love

And oh boy if you guys are out in public HAHA where tf do you think you're going??

if you're in the market 100% no money back guarantee he’ll have his hand on your waist while walking and tighten his grip on it if something doesn’t feel right

he’ll also be right behind you if you have to actually shop and he is side eyeing everyone

you're hand will also be right in his as you walk

because you're his top priority (beside lil gogurt)

omg he’d absolutely adore teaching you how to fly the ship or use his pulse rifle

like he’d hold his hand on yours, what you're supposed to press, etc

nah but if you're sitting on his lap while flying the ship his arms are wrapped around you while you're (probably) wreaking havoc driving that thing like he’d be so proud

and if you shoot something with the rifle after learning how (especially at targets) HE’D BE LIKE “*SNIFFLES* THAT'S MY GIRL”

If it's now night and you're just cuddlin’ being cute while gogurt is sleeping in his hammock, he’ll probably play with your hair (long or short) he’ll run his fingers through it to help you relax <3

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holycryptid · 1 year

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The Spaces Between Walls

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x AFAB!reader (no pronouns/gendered language).

Explicit content (18+)

Word count: 2.1k

Tags/warnings: (unprotected) shower sex, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, teasing/edging, explicit language, creampie, pussy play (let me know if anything was missed!).

Summary: (In)correct use of a shower. That’s it. It’s only shower sex. No plot.

Notes: yes this trope has been done to death and no i do not care. writing is not always that serious :) happy s3!

Din gives a hard suck to your clit, making your thighs jerk against his head unwillingly.

He keeps a firm grip on the underside of the thigh that rests over his shoulder as he kneels on the hard flooring of the ‘fresher, keeping you tight against the slick durasteel that encases you.

You press your hand firmly against the wall on your left, failing at saving you from shaking too much. The other gently tugs and combs through Din’s wet, overgrown hair in appreciation.

He lets his tongue glide over your cunt a few times, from your hole to the tip of your clit. The steam from the hot water slightly obscures his gaze, but he finds your own as he purposefully closes his soft lips around your swollen clit again.

“Please. Please, please, please,” you chant in a whisper, gladly allowing your aching cunt be massaged by his warm mouth and firm tongue.

Water droplets bounce off his shoulders and mix with the spit that coats your pussy. He kneads the flesh of the underside of your thigh a few times to calm you, feeling how your hole flutters against the tip of his tongue as he teasingly prods at you.

“Ah, f-fuck. Fuck,” you gasp, head snapping forward as he forcefully rolls his tongue flat over you, using his unoccupied hand to spread your lips further apart.

And he buries his mouth into you. His nose bumps your clit as he teases your entrance a few times, tasting your wetness eagerly.

The inconsistent stimulation makes your stomach and thighs tense on their own accord, and you harshly pull on a few locks of his hair, making him grunt and detach from your needy cunt.

Your cheeks burn, and you can’t tell if it’s from the steam engulfing you or your arousal at this point.

Your thighs gently quiver from the loss, and Din looks over your pussy for longer than you’d like him to. He watches a string of your slick and his spit drip down slowly from your core, and his cock pulses at the sight. Another rush of blood flowing to the already leaking and flushed tip you can see bobbing between his legs.

He’s teased you with many fleeting licks and kisses, and now you’re desperate for some unyielding relief. Anything.

You let your eyes fall shut as you rest your head back against the hard steel, trying to manage your breaths that are becoming increasingly more shaky the longer he drags this out.

“Din, please—it hurts,” you whine with some exaggeration, hoping he’ll show some mercy when you give your best pleading eyes.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he purrs against you, making one last firm pass of his tongue between your folds. His eyes hold their contact with yours, and you become lightheaded when he lets the tip firmly flick your clit.

“Oh—fuck o-off,” you chuckle, mindlessly wiping sweat, or water, from your brow. He smiles softly, placing a gentle kiss to your puffy clit before carefully moving your leg off of his shoulder.

There’s just barely enough room for both of you in here, but his grip stays on you, though, making sure you can hold yourself as he lifts himself from the ground with a huff.

You tilt your head to try and meet his sudden height. “You’re so mean,” you sigh, scrunching your brows, hoping to make him feel just a little bad for denying you.

He smirks half-heartedly. “Yeah?” A quick finger slips through your wet folds, and you stretch onto your toes at the satisfying pressure with a surprised squeak.

“Well, you’re wet,” he taunts, dark eyes watching how you try to squirm out of his teasing hold, but there’s no where to go.

The closeness of him makes the air even thicker around you. Drops of water fall from strands of his hair that hang off his forehead, and they come down onto your chest; plunging down to where you run hotter than what flows from the shower-head.

His finger just barely breaches your entrance, but it’s enough to make you latch onto his forearm tightly to brace yourself. He leans over, letting his head hang next to yours, and his mouth stops right beside your ear.

“I wish I could have you like this every time,” he admits quietly, pushing his finger in the rest of the way with ease.

Your back curves with a choked gasp to accommodate the intrusion, and your drenched chest meets his. He brings his other arm around your back, placing his hand on the middle of your spine to keep you against him as he leans you both back onto the wall.

You let your hands travel from his arm and up to his shoulders to make room for his wide presence.

“Y-you can,” you stutter out as he presses his thumb to your clit.

He lightly presses a small kiss underneath your ear, leisurely pulling his finger halfway out as he firmly starts rubbing his thumb over you in random motions.

“You should,” you state firmly with a tight whine. Your cunt hugs onto the single finger for dear life, hopefully showing him how badly you need his cock instead.

The stretch is nothing compared to what you’re used to, but it’s still able to satisfy the steady throb in your core for the time being.

Din suddenly drags his tongue down your neck, humming with satisfaction from your answer, and your hips buck against his hand when he rubs against the responsive spot inside you.

He chuckles darkly, kissing back up your neck and pulling away from you. “Found it.”

His cock slides up against your stomach and rests in-between your bodies as you arch into him again, pulling your lip between your teeth with a groan. “Mm, m-more—please,” you nod your head.

Your heavy eyes find his focussed ones just as he pushes the finger deep into you again, rubbing hard circles into your clit simultaneously with an entertained smirk.

His heavy length lies against your stomach as you keep your lower half close to him, trying to get as much stimulation as you can without grinding onto his hand pathetically.

Small whimpers tumble from your lips each time his hand retreats and returns it fully into your wet heat just as fast. You might not have much time left with the warm layer of steam that swirls around your bodies, or the sporadic shower of feverish water over you. You need things to move along faster.

Din’s eyes flicker between your own and his tolerant fingers continuously, letting the jerky yet precise movements pull more moans and arousal from you.

Your thighs ache viciously from the need for release, jaw hanging open to pull in more air, compensating for the tiring of your contracting muscles.

“The water will get cold s-soon,” you pant, gripping onto his shoulder cruelly, your fingers biting into his firm shoulders.

It was a poor attempt to ask for his cock, essentially. But your effort doesn’t go unnoticed. Yet you decide to push him even further by hitching one knee over his hip, letting him have better access to your dripping centre as you open yourself up.

A small laugh rumbles through his chest, and he slows his wrist when your leg settles around him.

“Then I guess we better hurry,” he prompts, letting his mouth find yours quickly as he pulls his finger from you.

He drags that hand to the underside of the thigh that tries to pull him closer, and the other leaves your back for a moment, moving his cock from your stomach and letting it slide down through your folds, perfectly hitting your clit on its journey as it presses against your hole.

Din’s mouth distracts you as he adjusts himself, and he never falters his movements. His controlling lips slot between yours forcefully, slipping his tongue past your teeth at the same time he enters you easily.

You cry out against his mouth as he pushes his hips up into you mercilessly. His stubble rubs against your lips slightly when he reaches his end; his height now uneven with your own as he makes your cunt swallow the entirety of his cock.

“Fuck—that’s not gonna work,” Din thinks out loud, offering a lingering kiss to your jaw before running the hand on your back down behind your other thigh.

He leans down just enough to be able to kiss his way back up your chest as he hooks your leg and hoists you up, letting your ankles lock behind his back.

You bounce deeper onto his cock as he brings you up, and you both gasp sharply at the unfamiliar angle. Your weight makes you sit fully on him, and it’s almost too much. Almost.

He keeps his chest pinned against yours and your back pinned against the wall as he straightens again, almost leaning his full weight into you. This eases the strain on his shoulders and arms, because you know that in a few minutes, he won’t be able to manage with that.

“Yeah—that’s better,” you breath, your cunt burning from the quick stretch as you wiggle your hips to ease it.

Din hums, eyes closing for a split second at the relieving sensation before he claims your mouth again. You welcome it, stray drops of water mixing in when you part to readjust.

He starts thrusting softly when he feels your body relax into the wall, and he consumes your startled moans with his lips and tongue.

Holding you in place, Din rolls his hips into yours at an even pace, letting you feel every ridge and curve his cock possesses.

You whine continuously deep in your throat, feeling overwhelmed by him. His hands kneading your ass harshly, his lips sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, his cock piercing your throbbing core.

You break away unintentionally when he changes the pace, now snapping his hips roughly into you, and the euphoria that washes throughout you makes your forehead fall against Din’s shoulder.

He lets out a soft groan at the shift, burying his face in your neck and biting into the skin at the base before sucking gently.

“Feel so fucking g-good,” he murmurs, licking over the new mark and collecting tiny water droplets that have landed across your skin from above.

You whimper in response, cunt clenching as another wave of pleasure rips through your core and down your thighs. The warmth of his body is dizzying, and he presses you tighter against the steel with each precise and deft thrust.

Your body aches with a desperation that grows stronger with each second that passes, and Din fucks himself deeper into your dripping pussy when he feels your legs hug him tighter.

His shoulders start to quiver. A sign that he’s close, too.

The heavy breaths he exhales fall into earshot, and you hear the short, tight whines that quietly follow each time he fully sheathes himself in your heat.

“Din—baby—” You plead, pulling away from his shoulder and pulling his face from your neck.

You nudge your forehead against his, letting him rest against you as he slowly loses himself within your burning, wet cunt.

His eyes are clamped shut, brows drawn together as he focuses on the mounting pleasure. You cup his jaw gently, pulling his lips to yours in one final, messy kiss.

Your tongue glides over his confidently, tracing his bottom lip when you pull back and seal your mouth against his.

The fire in your core has reached its peak, and your cunt pulses uncontrollably as his rhythm becomes uneven.

“I’m close— fuck, I’m close, sweetheart,” he hisses against your lips, breath stuttering with a moan when you clench around him again.

“Cum inside me. Please,” you rush, crying out a string of curses as your body tenses.

You slip a hand down between your bodies, rubbing your clit harshly to give you that final push over the edge.

“Oh, fuck. Din—l” You cum before you can put together a coherent sentence.

A shudder racks your body as an airy wheeze is ripped from your lungs, tightening everything up and making you go numb. You feel Din snap his hips violently a few more times before he pushes into you with everything has, stilling with a broken groan.

“Mm, perfect.” You feel him kiss your jaw tenderly, nuzzling his face into yours as your ears slowly stop ringing.

Your legs relax around him, and he carefully let’s you down onto your feet. His cock slips out of you easily as it softens, his cum dripping from you immediately when you touch the ground again.

You pull in heavy breaths, leaning into the wall for support. He gives you some space, letting his body slip completely under the stream of water as he rinses himself again.

“It’s cold,” he observes with a tight-lipped smile, letting the frigid water cover him anyway.

You laugh lightly, pushing yourself from the wall. You shake your head and move closer. “And you haven’t even washed your hair yet."

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typingfool · 11 months

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𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ;; din djarin

Pairing; Din Djarin x gn!Reader

outline —; Peaceful times with Din Djarin were rare. You relish it.

word count —; 1.1k

WARNINGS —; none.

tags / themes —; reader and din are married, grogu (sweetly) interrupting a moment.

A/N —; *comes back with a massive stars wars obsession* hey, i write for them now. it's been a stressful couple months and i wanted to get something out for my birthday. this isn't beta-read, i just wanted to write. please be kind, thanks.

This galaxy raised warriors, heroes, and peace-keepers. Those who fought in the name of their planet, for the safety of the future, and the love they carry for their family. Those who were victims of war survived… or trained to survive, fight, and endure.

This galaxy isn’t raised for writers, painters, and performers. Those who coped in whomever’s name, for the sanity of themselves, and possibly for the love they carried for their crafts. Of course, artists don’t only do it for themselves. They create in order to escape; and luckily enough, they don’t press themselves into the cruel hands of the galaxy. Because it isn’t built for them.

For you, the galaxy seemed to test the waters. Warriors and Artists? Maybe those two weren’t so different, after all. Oh, how history would have written it; when the stars collide, an artist with no place in this galaxy meets a warrior who can’t find a home. Those three long years, what an adventure it has been.

Din Djarin is a victim of war. Like yourself. There truly is a place for people like you. But whilst Din grew up with the Way, you grew up tracing the sky, seeing shapes in every landscape, and memorising the curve of someone’s face. Often asking yourself questions like; Where does the shadow fall? In which direction does the light come from? If you were simplified, which shapes best describe you?

Din Djarin is a Mandalorian. Not like yourself. A Mandalorian. A warrior. He trained and connived his way till he stood in this solid home. He grew up hidden, so he stayed that way for a while in his life; often a mystery to the Guild.

“Din Djarin, do not move.” You warned, tilting your head as the heat of Nevarro’s sun hit your face. The chair, in which you sat, rocked back slightly at your movements. With arms outstretched, thumb against the pencil, you held it feebly upwards, trying to calculate the proportions of the Mandalorian’s body.

If you could see his face out in the open right now, you would’ve caught on with the fact that your husband — your riduur — was smirking. And decided to tilt his head in the opposite direction for the fun of it. You clicked your tongue in annoyance but a smile adorned your face. “I’ve been in this position for fifteen minutes, ner runi.” Din sighed softly, tapping his ungloved fingers against his forearm.

“Fifteen minutes more.” You looked at him over the rim of your notebook, sketching away. A light fire went on above your head, face lighting up as the same smile adorned your features. “I’ll entertain you, what’s our son doing?” You asked, raising your notebook down to tilt your head at him again.

Din chuckled at your demeanour or was it your question? You couldn’t tell, though he answered anyway. “Eating frogs.”

“Again?” You turned to look at the side to see your son doing so; eating frogs. Entirely, it was your fault for looking away. At the time your eyes left your riduur, Din got up, breaking your focus. “Din!” You laughed as you looked back at him.

Your Mandalorian called your name with the same energy. His next words were spoken in a gentle manner, enough to capture your attention. “I’m tired,” He merely said, extending his hand to you. “Let’s be tired together.”

You let a relieved breath. Has it always been there? You weren’t sure, though, at this moment, you let it go. You released it when settling your supplies down the chair in which you sat. You released it when you found yourself melting into Din’s hands.

With the armour off, the world is all but noisy. The only sound prominent are frogs croaking and the gentle breeze of Nevarro’s ambience. He pulled you into his chest and laid his back against the frame of the metal door.

Music. You could hear music, with your cheeks pressed against the warmth of his chest, and with his arms wrapped around you (and yours around Din’s waist). The world stopped, for a few moments it stopped, and you breathed. Inhale and exhale. The exhaustion left your body through that breath, and you could feel that Din breathed too. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. You could hear his gentle heart, if you listen close enough, you could practically hear his soul. What would it sound like?

Move. Your body screamed to move, but a part of you wanted to stay like this forever. Though, the feeling caved into you, forcing your head to look at your husband’s visor. Your chin rested on his chest as you asked warily. “Can I kiss you?”

Modulate. The Mandolorian’s helmet modulated his voice, if he answered in a chuckle, the other might receive it the wrong way. He didn’t want to move. The embrace held a significant peace, one that physically pained him when he moved a muscle. But Din didn’t speak with his brain at the moment, so he removed his helmet, and the beskar fell onto the floor beside them.

They were in the middle of nowhere, what would you say? — All is well. — That sentence proved its point when Din held your cheeks beneath his hands, and his lips were on yours. He could feel you kiss back, he could feel your cheeks against his, he could feel the lazy smile that tugged your lips. Truly, Din wanted to open his eyes, to get a better look of you without his visor, yet somehow, he couldn’t.

Din is tired. So tired. His shoulder gave in and melted between your arms; he didn’t know how it got there; your elbows above his shoulder, as your fingers explored his hair. But Din didn’t care, he just melted into your kiss, laughing, nearly crying over the unexpected bliss and peacefulness the day had to offer.

His desires of staying like this with you continued to grow within each second—

“Patu!” And then, the moment was sweetly broken.

Your lips disconnected with a sound, pulling away the moment the sound was in ear-shot. Din’s eyes landed first on the green baby, doe eyed, ears high, and head tilted innocently.

You saw him slurp a frog. “Grogu,” A waning smile reached your son’s lips when his name was mentioned, without warning, he jumped into your arms. Thankfully, you caught him. “That’s not nice of you. What if the frogs had parents?” You teased.

Din chuckled beside you, kissing your temple lightly, before opening the door. “Let’s head inside.” He said while bending to get his fallen helmet. The gesture, so simple, caught you off guard. A soft, green hand held the base of your cheek and Grogu joyfully yelled with ‘‘Iek!’

Stepping inside, you looked around, almost nostalgically. This is your home. Reminded by Grogu and Din’s presence, a smile painted your lips. They are your home. “I’ll kiss you once more when he’s asleep.” He muttered before taking Grogu from your grip.

Maybe there is a place for artists in this galaxy.

TRANSLATION(S);

riduur; spouse, husband, wife ner runi; my soul (*ner; my) (*runi; soul)

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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pls i would but i am SO rusty but.....

idc if you've spoken about this before but imagine you're the only one that gets to see din without his helmet on 🤗 plus every time he takes it off and you're watching him, he's practically smiling up to his ears because he can finally see you properly and you can see his pretty brown eyes ):

**uh.. i made this into smut. cause i'm din's wife.

You laid on the bed in your new cabin, Grogu sleeping in his new room while you and Din enjoyed your nice bed. Din took off his armor and you sit up on your elbows, Din looking at you.

His fingers reach under his helmet and you sit up straight, scooting to the edge of the bed and putting your knee between his as he stood. You look up at him as you touch his thigh softly, his chest moving at a quicker pace.

Din's helmet hisses and he slides it off, and you smile. His beard, his nose, eyebrows, every feature you could stare at for many years. He sets his helmet down and makes eye contact with you, smiling from ear to ear as he holds your face.

"That helmet hides so much of your beauty, it's unfair" his voice was a whisper and you smile as his pupils blend into his irises. You stand up, his breath hitching in his throat.

"I forgot how beautiful your eyes are, Djarin" your hands push up his chest and hands hold his face, his hands holding your hips. "The child asleep?"

"Yes, my flower" Din responds while leaning forward and you smile, leaning back. "May I kiss you, my flower?" your hands find the hair at the bottom of his head and grip, pulling him down and connecting your lips to his. His right arm tightly pulls you into him, left hand on your cheek.

Din backs you up on the bed, sitting you down and your fingers fiddle with his pants. You pull them down a bit and use both hands to stroke him slowly, Din falling onto the bed. He wasn't used to this feeling and he was ice melting in your hand.

You sat on his thighs and spit, moving your hand in a circle around the tip. Veins popped out of his neck as he whimpered, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. You stopped your movements. "Wha..?"

"When that helmet's off, you look at me" Din nods and his eyes were locked with yours as you moved your hands again. Din sits on his elbows as he watches your movements, eyes rolling then looking at you again.

"That.. that feeling" he whimpered and you pull away, pulling off your dress and leaving you completely nude in front of Din. While sitting in between his thighs, you place your feet on either side of him, licking your fingers as you start to rub your clit. "Dank.. ferrik" he huffed as he watched your fingers, grabbing the base of his dick and slapping it against your pussy.

"How bad you want me, Din Djarin?"

"I need you, flower. Not a want. I want to follow you wherever our missions take up, I need to be inside of you. Please, flower" you loved hearing him beg, but it would've been better on his knees.

You smile and sit up, sitting down on him and Din held his breath. You two rarely ever did this, you two had been with each other for a while but only did it three times, and Din lost it every time.

Din never felt affection, love, tenderness from a touch like yours before. You took care of him, while you also took charge of him. But he enjoyed it. On missions, you listened to him. In private, he was at your feet.

Din's hands held your hips as you bounce, moving his hands to hold your breasts. Your hands on top of his, you start to move your hips back and forth and you throw your head back. Din watched every detail.

Your jaw tightening as your teeth clench, chest heaving as you moved your hips quickly, your baby hairs sticking to your neck from the sweat. Din lifted his leg and pushed against your hips, flipping you on your back and you spread your legs as he moved his hips into you.

"Faster, Din. You won't hurt me" you smile and he places his forehead on yours, holding your neck as he snapped his hips against yours. You gasp for air as he hit your spot, and his movements turned into fast thrusting. "Yes, yes, yes. Oh.." you gasp and dig your nails into his back, lips kissing his and tasting the sweat from his upper lip. Your fingers moved against your clit and your leg shook a bit.

"Th.. the feeling" his hips got slow and you shook your head.

"Faster, Din" he shook his head, his arms shaking. You grip his chin, making him look at you. "Faster"

"I.. I can't" you smirk and put him on his back once again, holding yourself up as Din thrusted up. You rub your clit and moan, Din's fingernails digging into your skin.

"Good.. yes, you're doing so good, Din. So good. Just let go" you kiss his bottom lip and press your face into his chest, trying not to scream as you came around him.

Din held your hips down as he releases and he moved you up and down a bit. His eyes lit up as he watched himself fall out of you, dragging his fingers up and down your folds. "You could have my child?"

"Yes, Din" Din got a sudden boost of energy and put you to the bed, pushing his fingers and his cum into you as he curled his fingers. You gasp and pull your left leg up, gripping the collar of his shirt as he collected every inch of himself and pushed it into you. "Ferrik.. Din.. Din!"

Your juices mixed with Din's as you came again around his fingers, a grin on his face. You dropped your arms and legs and Din got a towel with water, cleaning you and himself. You put your dress back on and opened the window, sitting on the windowsill as you enjoy the silence.

Din walked over and rubbed your shoulders, kissing your neck and cheek. "We're going to be so happy here, Mando" you look at him and he nods, kissing you softly. "Stay in here for a bit, I missed seeing your face"

"Anything for you, my flower"

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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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Hi lovely! Could I possibly request something for Din Djarin? Reader rides his helmet and he needs her bad so he blindfolds her so he can take it off and have his way with her? Thank you😭👉👈

Blindfolded || Din Djarin

Synopsis - You admit to Din that you want to ride his helmet and he agrees.

Warnings - NSFW. Dry-Humping. Teasing. Helmet riding. Face riding. Unprotected P In V Sex. Squirting. Cock Warming.

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You sat on Din's left thigh, bucking your hips up against his clothed leg in an attempt to gain some friction. You were completely naked but Din was fully clothed. "That's a good girl," his modulated voice came, your hips quickening their pace. "Kriff. I want you so bad," he mused to himself, hands ghosting over your bare breasts and playing with the stiff peaks of your nipples.

"Not just yet," you whimpered, rolling your hips again, slick covering his trousers. "I want to try something."

"Oh yeah?" Din asked. "What do you want to try princess?"

Your voice was low when you spoke, almost silent as the embarrassing words fell from your lips. "I want to ride your helmet."

Din licked his lips as he thought about the scenario, watching as you got off on his thigh. Din felt his cock stringing against his codpiece and although he desperately wanted to be inside of you, who was he to deny you when you admitted your desires so nicely?

"Do you really want that?" He asked, hands now gripping at your hips. You nodded to him, almost shyly. Din smiled to himself, nodding back to you. "Come on then princess, get up here."

You obliged, crawling over to Din slowly before planting yourself firmly onto his helmet. The cool beskar against your skin made you jolt slight, folds slicking against his helmet as you found a rhythm and adjusted to the coolness of the metal. Din let out a groan of approval as he looked up at you through his mandalorian attire, admiring the way you began to buck your hips against him. You used your hands to keep yourself steady as you rolled your hips almost expertly against his helmet. "Oh Din," you whimpered, clit pressing against the cool ridges.

"That's it baby, ride my helmet," Din said shakily. His hands flew up to your hips, grasping at the plump skin around your hips and helping you with your rhythm.

"Feel so good," you whispered, removing your hands from their original position and placing them on your breasts, cupping them gently as you rolled your hips.

"You look delicious baby," Din whispered. He was sweating underneath his helmet as he watched the way your folds parted with each languid movement you did. "I want to taste you."

"I want you to taste me," you whined as you played with your breasts.

Din paused for a moment before speaking up. "How about I blindfold you?"

Silence.

You thought about it as you rolled your hips. The pleasure you were feeling from riding his helmet was good, but it wasn't getting you to orgasm. You squeezed your breasts and threw your head back moaning a 'yes' in agreement to Din's suggestion. "Come on then princess," his modulated voice snapping you out of your daze. "Let me get a taste of your sweet cunt."

"Okay," you mewled, sliding off his helmet and back onto the makeshift bed on the razor crest.

You watched as Din sat up, looking around in search of something to use as a blindfold. He paused for a moment before jumping off the bed and huddling in the corner of the crest, ripping off a strip of fabric from one of Grogu's blankets. "I'll buy him a new one," Din whispered to you when you audibly gasped at his actions. "Now, be a good girl and keep this blindfold on, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered breathlessly.

Within seconds, the fabric was placed around your eyes and Din was tying it tightly to secure it. "Is that alright?" He asked lowly. You didn't respond with words, but instead nodded to let him know that it was okay for you. There was more silence as you waited for Din to say or do something, but when you heard the clicking noise of his helmet, you knew he was taking it off. "You look so delicious, my princess," his unmodulated voice came. You immediately clenched your thighs at the sound of his voice, the lack of his helmet making him sound more beautiful than ever before. "Open your legs for me," he cooed, grasping your thighs and pulling them apart widely. You gasped as the cool air hit your core, causing you to shiver.

"Din," you whimpered, bucking your hips up.

"I know, princess, I know," he whispered, before plunging his face into your cunt. He started with long, slow licks up your folds, moaning into you upon his first taste. He circled your clit with his tongue and you let out a soft moan, one he had never heard emerge from your lips before. As a result he continued his motions, paying close attention to the bundle of nerves between your legs. Your legs tightened around his face and his beard brushed up against your inner thighs. "You taste so good," he moaned against you.

"Don't say that," you whispered, face red from embarrassment.

"You do though my love," Din smirked as he licked a long stripe up your folds, forcing you to shiver. "Could stay here all day."

"Then - ah - do," you whimpered.

"I would but," Din smiled, circling your clit once more. "I need to be inside of you."

"If you keep licking me like that, I'm gonna cum!" You cried out, hands finding their way to Din's hair, tugging lightly.

"That's it princess, cum for me," Din commanded. With a few more flicks of his tongue, you were cumming. Legs spasming as you came on his face. Din licked up your arousal, tongue teasing your clit one last time before he pulled away. "Such a good girl for me."

"Din," you mewled, arching your back as you heard him remove parts of his armour.

It didn't take long before he was on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance. "My sweet girl," he mumbled, peppering your temple with kisses. In one swift motion, he inserted himself inside of you. You let out a loud moan as Din buried himself into your cunt, giving you a moment to adjust to his length before he began his movements.

"Oh kriff," you moaned out, head lolling back onto the bed and arms wrapping around his neck. Despite your blindfold, you still squeezed your eyes shut as Din continued his rough movements. Your cunt squeezed around him, begging for more, and more he gave you. His movements became ragged as he pushed himself fully out of you and forced himself back in. His cock spreading your walls, inviting his cock further into your sopping hole. You let out a moan as he pounded into you at a brutal pace, your back arching.

"Let go for me princess," Din whispered into your ear, his beard tickling you slightly. "I want to feel you come undone on my cock."

"Din," you whined, bucking your hips up against his. One of your arms fell from around Din's neck and circled your clit, pushing you to the brink of another orgasm. You cried out as you came, hard, on Din's cock and all over his stomach.

"Did you just-?" Din asked breathlessly, halting his movements to look at both his stomach and cock covered in your juices.

You lowered your head in shame and nodded. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," he smirked as he continued thrusting his hips, harsher now. "It was hot."

"It was?" You squeaked, voice slightly high pitched out of embarrassment.

"Oh baby do you feel how hard you make me?" Din growled.

He retracted his cock from your cunt before roughly flipping you over, pushing your head into the make-shift pillows of his make-shift bed before sliding himself back into you. You arched your back just right and you felt Din's cock hit that sweet spot repeatedly. Over and over and over again. "Maker, Din!" You cried out, your hands grasping the thin fabric below you in an attempt to ground yourself. Din rocked his hips furiously into yours, the sound of skin-slapping-skin filled the razor crest. "If you keep going, I'm going to cum again!"

"Again?" Din teased, kissing your bare back. You nodded profoundly and Din kept up his harsh motions, bringing you close to your third and final orgasm of the night.

"I'm going to cum too princess," he breathed out. "Cum with me princess, cum with me. Please," he begged. You nodded and rocked your hips back against his own, bouncing on his cock as he drilled into you. With just a few more thrusts and bounces you were both cumming, profanities and Mando'a slipping past both of your lips. Din grunted your name and pumped himself deep into you a few more times before he slowed his motions to a halt.

"Fuck," you panted, both of you flopping onto your side. You wiped the minuet beads of sweat from your forehead.

"Fuck indeed," Din whispered. With his cock still inside of you, Din manoeuvred himself round to where his helmet rested on the nightstand and placed it on with a simple click before he removed the blindfold from your eyes. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the low light of the razor crest and sighed when you realised he had placed his helmet back on. You yearned to see his face, but you knew that it was not the way.

"Do you want to use the fresher?" You asked. Din shook his head at your question. "Can I use the fresher?" You asked. Din shook his head again. "Are you going to pull your cock out?" Again.

You shrugged and settled down next to him. It was then you realised Din had only taken off his codpiece and pulled his cock out of his pants as opposed to removing any item of clothing. As the coolness of his beskar chest plate rested against your bare back, you pulled the thin fabric over your bodies and closed your eyes. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum," you heard his modulated voice whisper.

"Huh?" You asked sleepily, opening your eyes and turning your head to the side to face him.

"It means I love you," Din replied.

"I love you too, Din Djarin," you smiled.

It was then that you both fell asleep, still conjoined. With Din's arms wrapped around you, you felt safe. As safe as you'd ever felt. You hoped that you'd be able to do that again; ride his helmet and be blindfolded, but that was a conversation for another day. Now, it was time to rest.

Written for my amazing friend @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite <3 I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Not proof-read, so apologies for any SPAG mistakes ;'(

Requests are OPEN. Please specify whether you'd like SFW or NSFW when requesting. If you put a request in, please be patient as I am really struggling right now.

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dameronology · 1 year

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star wars boys and having to share a bed with you? 🙌

i feel like some fluff is needed after all the angst lately icl (this is like in a pre-established relationship scenario <3)

includes din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

the mandalorian/din djarin

sharing a bed with din is like being in the safest place in the world. he absolutely has to be the one to be closest to the door and more often than not, he'll wrap his entire body around yours both out of affection and protection. if he's comfy enough to share a bed with you, it sort of feels axiomatic that he's comfy enough to sleep with the armour off too, but in the earlier stages of your relationship you might have to deal with it being on all the time. after a while, though, it'll be shed before he gets into bed. din is an incredibly warm person so it's always pretty toasty too, even without him acting like a human blanket. his favourite way to sleep is with his back pressed to yours, arms looped around your front and legs tangled together.

poe dameron

poe is a cuddler. there's no two ways of going about it and it's not exclusive to you either - actually, there's a reason that most his colleagues want two beds on a stakeout, as opposed to being dragged into dameron's arms against their will at nighttime. obviously, you mind a lot less than them - it's something you come to struggle sleeping without, actually - but just expect for him to always be holding you. even if you move to the other side of bed and jut your limbs out, the man is still gonna find a way to pull you back into his arms. his favourite way to sleep is facing you, head buried underneath your chin, one arm underneath you and the other over you.

finn

finn spent most of his life sleeping in tiny military cots in the first order, so when you first share a bed it's like sleeping next to a corpse that simply will not move. so, in the early stages of your relationship you sort of have to work yourself around him but the more he gets used to it, the more receptive he is to being touchy at night. he's generally quite light with his touches - usually just a hand on your hip or his head on your shoulder - but when one of you has been away for a while or life is a little tense, he definitely becomes clingier.

han solo

han solo manspreads at night. he hanspreads. you could have a kingsize bed and he could take up 99% of it. it makes sharing a bed with him difficult at first but the closer you become, the closer he likes to be at you tonight. after that, the problem is not so much sleeping around han as it is avoiding han at night, because you normally wake up to find that his entire torso is on top of you, or he's managed to slip underneath you is now your mattress.

luke skywalker

luke is susceptible to nightmares after the fall of the empire, and sleeping close to you is what helps soothe him. it's something he can't avoid if you're apart but if you're sleeping together, he has to be close to you in someway; maybe just a hand holding yours or even your legs touching, anything for him to know that you're there. you can normally tell when his nightmares are worse, or when he's feeling low, because he'll sleep closer to you and hold you a little tighter.

obi-wan kenobi

obi-wan is the heaviest sleeper you will ever meet, so the position that you go to sleep in has to be one that you're okay to stay in til he wakes up. he's self-aware so he's quite light with his touches at night - more often than not, he just sleeps beside you with a hand resting on the side of your leg, hip, or arm - but there have been times when he's wrenched you closer to him in his sleep. good luck if you need a wee.

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dindjarinsbeskarbunny · 11 months

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dracowars · 1 year

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Could you do a din djarin x former inquisitor reader? Maybe he finds out when they are saving Grogu from Moff Gideon in season two. I think Din, Bo-Katan, etc reactions would be so interesting!

forgive me | din djarin

pairing: din x formerinquisitor!reader

word count: 2,6k

summary: where din finds out about y/n's past

a/n: this was incredibly fun to write, i love the inquisitor lore so much!! thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3 please don't forget to give feedback and reblog, it means the world to me ♡♡♡

warnings: angst, cursing, violence, mentions of torture, mentions of death

universe: star wars

"I asked you a question", Din says through gritted teeth, clearly not impressed by the warloard as he points his blaster directy at the man laying on the ground in front of him. After you have successfully taken over Moff Gideon's light cruiser with your newly found team, you were finally met with that inkling of hope that was lost for so long. You were sure that, this time, you won. Except you didn't.

"Call back your darktroopers or I won't hesitate to pull the trigger!", you shout at Gideon, almost pitying his slumped figure on the cold surface. The once great Moff Gideon, holder of the darksaber, military leader in charge of the remnents of the Galactic Empire, huddled on the floor, right to your feet. You would almost believe he is scared, almost, if it were not for the slight twitch pulling at the corner of his mouth. Because despite of him being defenseless, vulnerable and alone, he somehow still managed to pull one last ace up his sleeve and take you by surprise. The surprise that is currently waiting to charge through the blast doors, the last layer of protection that saves you from your fate.

"Everyone in this room will be dead but me. And the child", Gideon says with a sparkle in his eyes, trying to find a comfortable position with his hands cuffed.

"I will ask you. One. Last. Time. What do you need Grogu for?", Din interjects, ignoring his threat as he keeps his blaster pointed at him. Even though you can't see his face through his helmet, it is clear that this time he expects an honest answer or he will definitely not hold back. He has grown too fond of Grogu to not get to know why Gideon wants to capture him so badly or what he did to the small child.

And while Din waits for him to think of an answer that won't have him blast his head off, Gideon's eyes lock with yours and it is in that moment that you feel a shift, seeing a change in his face that you can't quite interpret. The answer he gives is not what you expected at all.

"Maybe you should ask your friend here, not me."

Immediately, you take a wavering step back, lowering your blaster while Din slowly turns to look in your direction, his whole posture screaming at you to explain what tiny piece of information Moff Gideon just dropped your way. "What?"

Bo-Katan, Koska and Fennec, all aiming their own blasters at the door, shift their attention to you now as well, ignoring the loud noises created by the darktroopers trying to come through. You can only stare at Gideon, however, and if he wasn't your only way to get out of here alive, you would have put an end to this already. The knowing grin on his face frightens you because it tells you he knows everything. About what you did, about your past, and, above all, about the darkness hovering over it.

"What does he mean by that, Y/N?", Din wants to know, a twist audible in his voice as well now. He does not trust you right now and if you were in his spot, you wouldn't trust yourself either. You have been on this journey together for a long time already, your only interest being the safety of the child, and yet you managed to keep your biggest secret hidden from him. There are things he doesn't need to and simply shouldn't know about you.

"Y/N is very well acquainted with what I did. I would even go as far as to say that we were once considered allies", Gideon answers for you as you can't come up with any rational explanation, too occupied by what is going on in your mind.

"That's not true! Don't- Don't listen to him. I was never on your side, Gideon", you immediately interrupt as you comprehend his accusation, turning to Din who does not know what or whom to believe anymore. His partner, who lied to him since day one, or his enemy, who just revealed the secret that has been haunting you since forever.

"Tell them the truth then, Twelfth Sister."

As soon as the words leave Gideon's mouth, Bo-Katan suddenly points one of her blasters directly at you, no hesitation in her movement at all. However, you can't even concentrate on the deadly weapon aimed at you as you feel like the ground beneath your feet opens up, causing you to fall into the deep depths full of sorrow, darkness and pain that you ran away from for so long. And the fact that Grogu, sitting at one of the consoles next to you, coos at all of this, does not make it any better.

Silence fills the room as everyone slowly but surely comprehends the meaning behind Moff Gideon's words. What he called you, Twelfth Sister, is a title you have not been addressed by in a long, long time and you desperately wish it stayed that way.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!", you scream at Gideon, your heart beating so fast it hurts. With trembling hands and legs you take a step closer to him, wanting him to not say another word ever again but as soon as you move from your spot, you are faced with another blaster barrel.

However this time it is Din who points his weapon right at you, stopping you dead in your tracks as you feel like you can't get enough air to breathe. The realization has hit him after all.

"N-No! Please, you need to listen to me! I-"

"You are an Inquisitor?", Din asks, not a single hint in his voice as to how he feels, how disappointed he has to be in you. On the one hand, you want him to scream at you, shout at you for keeping this from him, but on the other hand you want him to be able to forgive you, even though you know that what you did is inexcusable.

Since you have no clue how to put everything you want to say in words at once, you only manage to nod, lowering your head as you feel ashamed of yourself. You are waiting for the shot to hit you and when it doesn't, you look up at Din who has not moved.

"Why?", is all he says, staring at you through his helmet. You swear you feel your heart breaking at how he pronounces this one seemingly harmless word.

"I- I don't know. I didn't want all of this to happen. The one second I fight alongside an army of clones, the next I kill all of them and mourn over my dead master", you explain, the memories tormenting you. "They took me. They took me and tortured me until there was nothing left of who I was or what I fought for. They broke me."

You spit out the last part, feeling the anger spark inside of you. Closing your eyes, you feel the panic chase off the anger as you can physically feel the pain they sent you through once more. You sink to your knees, supporting yourself with your hands on the ground, tears in your eyes. They will always have control over you.

"Inquisitors chased down and killed all of the remaining Jedi. You abducted force-sensitive children!", Bo-Katan reminds you of your all-too-real deeds and you can't help but feel bile rise up your throat, making you cough.

"I did.. bad things and each time, it killed me a little more. But when they wanted me to kidnap a child, I didn't. It was then that I noticed it wasn't my way", you say quietly, trying to stand up for yourself about the only thing you did right and that you can be proud of. Because you disobeyed. Because you turned your back on them. Because you left.

"I can't believe you", Din mutters, his voice sounding coarse.

"I promise you it's not who I am anymore!", you try to convince him, all of them actually, but you know it is to no use. Which does not mean you won't try to change their view because, at last, you were a victim too. "Why do you think I am here? Because I made it my task, my purpose, to protect these children! I don't want anyone to experience what I had to. I even killed one of my so-called sisters! I turned against them."

Breathing heavily, you need a few seconds to cope with your emotional outburst, letting your words sink into their heads while you are trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill. But you don't let them because you have shown weakness too many times before. After all, the dark side was only able to overpower you back then because it caught you at your weakest moment, using it to its advantage, turning your despair into pure hatred.

"Please, you have to believe me", you breathe out, your voice breaking in the end as you stare at Din and Din only. You don't care what the others think, you don't care if they will ever forgive you as long as Din does. You get lost in the darkness of his visor as you keep staring at him intently, waiting for any kind of reaction but he just won't budge.

Because you can only see him in this moment what you do notice, however, is how Moff Gideon pulls a blaster out of nowhere, points it at Din and fires a shot without hesitation. Suddenly, you feel transported back to that one fateful day when you lost everything. When your clones, your friends, turned against you. When you lost the only person you ever really cared for.

All intent on not letting fate repeat itself, you reach for the Force and feel the familiar tingle in your fingertips. Within seconds, you stop the deadly projectile mid-air. And even though it takes all your effort and concentration, you still somehow manage to use the Force to push Din out of the line of fire, causing him to slitter his feet across the floor.

It feels like time is slowing down as you slowly walk towards Gideon and, as soon as he fires another shot at you, you parry it with the Darksaber in your hand. Shock and terror are written all over his face before you finally reach him, kick the blaster out of his hands and put the deadly blade to his throat.

"I will not let you hurt the people I love", you spit out, looking directly into his panic-filled eyes. Apparently he did not expect you to still be this powerful after all these years of not using the Force at all and, although you have to admit that you could have blocked thousands of those shots back then when it took all of your strength to defend one now, you felt good. The Force, the light side, came back to you as if it was never gone. Considering that you were still a child yourself when Order 66 happened, never completing your Jedi training, your powers have grown exponentially.

"You don't deserve to be kept alive-"

"Y/N-", Din wants to interrupt, but you continue anyway.

"But I have changed. I am no Inquisitor, I am a Jedi", you say, feeling relief as the final truth leaves your mouth, making it finally seem real. "You will face trial and you will be locked away for life so you will never be able to hurt anyone again."

"You forget that you are still on my ship, with my troopers waiting to kill all-"

"And you will kindly call them back and shut them down right now or..", you threaten, looking at the Darksaber that is terribly close to his throat. You don't show that it actually lays extremely heavy in your hands, not only because it is a unique weapon, but also because it is not yours. Your own lightsaber is buried on Felucia, where no one will ever find it.

Gideon huffs in annoyance but considering that you are only millimeters away from slicing the Darksaber through his throat, he finally gives in and follows your command. The sound of the dangerous killing machines switching off outside the blast doors echoes throughout the bridge and as soon as you are certain that all of them are down, you knock Gideon out with the butt of the lightsaber hilt, sending him to the floor unconsciously.

As soon as he hits the ground, your legs give in underneath you and you slump in, letting the blade dissolve before tossing the weapon as far away from you as you possibly can. Tears stream down your face as all the burden you carried around all those years finally falls off you, allowing you to breathe once more. You know they are all watching you as you feel all their eyes on you but no one dares to say a single word.

That is, until Grogu peeps out from where he was hiding, slowly waddling towards you while cooing. You can't help but smile at him and you feel incredibly grateful that at least one of them has not lost faith in you.

"Grogu", Din calls out strictly as he wants to come even closer to you.

"It's fine. I would never hurt him", you promise and don't even dare to look in his direction, concentrating to look at Grogu's big doe eyes only. That is why you don't see how Din silently gives the others commands and they start shuffling behind you, opening the doors to the disabled droids in order to destroy them one by one.

Din's shadow hovers over you as you wrap your arms around your own waist, not looking at him, too scared of what he might say. One of Grogu's small hands touches your knee as he keeps cooing at you and you can sense that he feels sorry for you. He knows the pain of being seperated from the family you once considered your home.

Hearing a rustling, you hold your breath as Din squats down in front of you, taking Grogu in his arms as if to protect him. If this is the last time you see him, you tell yourself, you at least want to look at him one more time and so you do.

And you feel like you can't breathe when you see him holding out his hand to you, wanting to save you.

"I'm sorry", he whispers through his helmet and you can hear the sorrow in his voice now, strong and clear.

"No, I have to be the one apologizing. I betrayed you and I don't know how you could ever trust me again", you disregard his words and shake your head, feeling so incredibly ashamed of yourself for what you did. Lowering your head and hiding your face in your hands, you can't stop the tears from falling as all those memories come back to you, laughing directly in your face.

But when you suddenly get pulled forward and feel warm hands around you, you open your eyes only to find yourself in Din's - and also Grogu's - arms. He presses you against him, his hand on the back of your head as if we will never let you go.

"It's not your fault, none of it", Din speaks to you, sounding so sure about what he says that it makes your heart beat faster. "You saved us, Y/N."

"I don't deserve your kindness. How can you forgive me? After everything I have done?", you ask, pushing yourself an arm's length away from him so your face is only inches away from his.

"I already forgave you", he concludes, resting his forehead against yours. "But I think it's time that you finally forgive yourself."

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