Bes’laar
A DIN DJARIN X FEMALE READER DRABBLE
A/N: I know I have about 8 million wips just dangling in the wind right now but this scene popped into my head the moment I first saw this piece by @stealyourblorbos and it just demanded to be written. It’s very different than my usual style, but I had fun switching things up a little. Any and all feedback on this one is greatly appreciated!! (Bes’laar means music in mando’a.)
A/N 2: Jules, thank you for creating and sharing your incredible art with all of us. Your attention to detail and the way you capture so much life in your paintings is absolutely mind blowing. I tried to just be normal about this and leave a comment reblog but my brain said no so here we are. I hope you enjoy because this is all your fault 😉
Warnings: Naked Din Djarin. I repeat: Naked Din Djarin. Discussion of injuries/scars. This is actually quite tame
Word count: 1k
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“That’s healing well.”
He snaps his head up from where he’s been bent over, toweling off. Your voice still startles him when it hits his ear directly. Not in a shrill or unpleasant way. He’s just used to it coming through the audio receptors in his helmet, the layers of it separated and analyzed, scanned for signs of deception or fear or heightened adrenaline. Not that she's ever lied to me. In truth, he has no idea what you look or sound like when you lie, helmet or no. It’s one of the things he admires most about you - one of the things that made him fall in love with you in the first place.
The sound of your voice startles him the same way sunlight does when he reaches for something and a sliver of skin is exposed on his wrist between his sleeve and glove. Or when he tilts his head at a certain angle and raindrops hit the slice of his neck that peeks over the cowl of his cape. It’s like something his ears have almost forgotten, like a half remembered song, like music he doesn’t know the words to but that feels familiar. The sound is softer this way, warmer than it is when he’s wearing the helmet. Especially now in the fogged up ‘fresher, condensation beading on the mirror, the metallic fixtures, the plates of his armor that are stacked up off to the side of the faucet. Especially now, when he’s wearing nothing but a few stray droplets of water and you’re wearing nothing but that slate gray and obsidian robe.
If there is shock etched into his expression when he sees you standing there, it's only at the realization that this is normal now. That he can show himself - all of himself - to you without hesitation or guilt or shame. That he can see you and hear you and feel you without barriers. Because we said forever. If there was shock on his face it’s gone now, replaced with adoration, devotion, hunger.
You step into the small space and he straightens up as you reach his side. The scent of your shampoo - or maybe it’s your lotion, he’s not sure, all he knows is that it’s intoxicating when it isn’t being filtered through his helmet - fills his nose as your fingertips come up to his left bicep, slipping over his still damp skin, following the shape of his freshest scar. His right hand finds your waist, thumb moving in an arch to bunch the silky fabric beneath it and he swallows hard.
“It is,” he agrees when he remembers that you’re talking about the gash on his arm that you’d sewn up just a week ago.
“Does it still hurt?” Your free hand comes up to his temple, fingernails combing through his hair and over his scalp, and he thinks he might implode as you drag them back behind the shell of his ear. His thumb sinks more deeply into your flesh. If it still hurt he wouldn’t know. Not while you were touching him. But it doesn’t. It hasn’t since she took care of it.
“No.” He shakes his head and your lips twitch into a small smile that tightens his chest. “No, I can hardly feel it.”
“Good.” You lean forward and drop your lips to the edge of the wound, where the neat row of sutures stops, and he lets out a forceful breath that he knows you feel on the nape of your neck from the way that the hair there pricks up.
At first he’d been worried about what your reaction to seeing the several scars he’d collected in his life would be. They’re …not pretty. Though a sparse handful of the oldest nicks and cuts that littered his body came when he was still being taught and trained by the Children of the Watch and therefore had been treated by hands other than his own, most of them had been inflicted much later in his life - when the Mandalorian had been alone.
That meant that he’d sometimes had to patch himself up with his off hand, or by using a mirror to see what he was doing, or while trying to pilot his ship away from enemy fire. That meant messy stitches that left jagged scars, and while he knew there were plenty in the galaxy who would be turned on by the way they criss-crossed his torso and limbs, he only cared what you thought when you saw them.
“Mind them? They mean that you lived, Din.” That was what you’d told him the first time you’d slept together, when he’d still needed to cover his face but could let you see the rest of him. “Every single one of these represents a time when… when you might not have made it. And then we never would have met.” You had kissed the most prominent one then, lips lingering over the raised skin. “So no, I don’t mind them. I love them.”
It had been early in your relationship but that was the moment that Din Djarin knew that if he was meant to be with anyone, he’d found that person.
I found her.
You lift your head and he finally brings his left hand to join the other at your waist. Toying with the tie that keeps your robe closed, he winds it around his pointer finger. “I was just finishing up in here. Drying off.” Another twirl gathers more of the sleek material and he tugs you closer, the sudden motion startling a surprised sound out of you. There it is again. His name leaves your lips as you place both palms flat on his chest. Like music.
He grins, ducking his head so that he can speak right into your ear. “It’s going to be a while before we stay somewhere with a bed this big again.” He pauses to listen to the way your breathing hitches when you catch his meaning. “We should put it to good use.”
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TADC Freakshow AU Masterpost
May you be warned, this is a horror/gore based AU. If that’s not your thing then I’d probably not click on the links
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