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princessbatears · 3 years

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I'm a storyteller both by trade and by hobby, and I understand a lot about how effective television storytelling works, in particular. My background has given me a different perspective than most people with regards to the finale, particularly what happens between Din and Grogu. Normally, I don’t get involved in fandom discussions, but I was encouraged to share my take on this. Spoilers below the cut in case I miss some tags, lol.

When I watched the episode this morning, I wasn't prepared for what happened. Like many of us, I expected a terrible cliffhanger or a neat conclusion like we got in the last season. Instead, Din encouraged his son to become a Jedi, leaving himself (and the rest of us) more than a little devastated. It was brutal. But also brilliant. Din and Grogu's individual and family arcs in this season came to a close in a way more beautiful than I could have expected. At the beginning of the season, Din kept Grogu at his side and protected him, but he was determined to pass him off to a Jedi. In part, this was because he believed it was Grogu's own good, but also because he wasn't ready to accept his fatherhood. We see this in the episode with Ahsoka. Even though he didn't want to say goodbye, he was willing to thrust Grogu upon her. When Ahsoka refused, Din was genuinely relieved and finally admitted to himself that he loved him and wanted him to stay a part of his life. That was further confirmed by the lengths he went to in order to get him back from Gideon.

Meanwhile, Grogu's gone through his own arc. We learned from Ahsoka that he hid his powers out of fear. We also learned that he's very afraid of being separated from Din, who he sees as his family. It's completely understandable. He's young and been through a lot. But that fear also makes it harder for him to train, so Ahsoka rejects him. Grogu himself continues to be a little reluctant to use his powers, needing encouragement from Din (unless it's to steal cookies). When he's captured, he fights the best he can to get away, but that fighting doesn't end up doing him much good because he can't control himself. It's my impression that, by the end of the season, Grogu's realized that he needs to be able to master his powers, not just to protect himself, but to protect Din, too. He's finally ready to step into his strength and become all that he can be, which is why he decides to go with Luke.

Din did not want Grogu to go. Everything in his being screamed that. He even say to Luke, "He doesn't want to go with you." However, when Luke explains what's going on, Din realizes that he must put Grogu's needs before his own. It's in Grogu's best interest to be nurtured in the ways of the Force, as he's always suspected, but now letting Grogu looks different than it did before. It wasn't Din rejecting his love for his son or pushing the responsibility of him onto someone else. He even did several things differently from when he tried to give Grogu to Ahsoka. First, he promises they'll see each other again. Personally, I don't think this is the end of them being together, even though Din says Grogu belongs with Luke (also more on that soon). Second, Din tells him not to be afraid. He wants Grogu to become confident in himself and all he can be. Third, he takes off his helmet to show his boy his face and let him touch him. While this is a huge sacrifice on his part because others also see his face, it is proof to Grogu that they are family and that they will always be family. Fourth, Din sets Grogu down on the floor and lets him walk to Luke. This is vitally important. In the past, he's tried to physically hand him over. This time, he lets Grogu make his own decision once and for all. Grogu walks over to look and asks to be picked up, indicating he truly wants to be trained. Din recognized him as an autonomous being with his own will, and respected and encouraged that, like a good father does. Was it easy? Absolutely not, but it was the right thing to do.

I'm not sure what Season 3 will look like as far as Din and Grogu's relationship goes. Maybe Grogu won't feature as prominently, maybe there will be a time jump, maybe something will happen and Luke will bring him back? I have no idea. None of us do. However, what I do know is that heart of the show is the relationship between Din and Grogu. I believe Filoni and Favreau know this, as does Disney. Grogu has made Disney actually relevant again, he's made them an insane amount of money, and I don't think they're going to let that cash cow go any time soon. So, everybody, please don't despair. It's going to be okay! ❤️

I'd also like to take a moment to discuss Luke. My feelings on this have evolved as I'm processed the episode over the last few hours. Initially, I wasn't very happy. I felt like a lot of people do. Why does it always have to be Skywalkers? Why couldn't it be somebody—anybody—else? Why did that have to do that weird CGI thing with his face that wigs me out? (That, admittedly, I'm still not a fan of, lol.) But with some time, I've realized that Luke makes sense. There's the inescapable fact that Star Wars is about the Skywalkers. They're the central characters of this universe. If Movies 6-9 hadn't been as godawful as they were, I think many of us wouldn't resent this fact so much. We're jaded, understandably. However, I don't believe it's fair to judge The Mandalorian's choice to include him based on other creators screwing him up in a future timeline. So far, Favreau and Filoni have been nothing but respectful of the Star Wars universe and its characters, and I'm choosing to trust them with this. But that aside, Luke is likely the only Jedi in the whole galaxy who would take Grogu as an Apprentice. Ahsoka didn't want him, too scarred by her own experiences and traumas. She also comes with the baggage the Temple placed upon its students, which was, if you have any "dark" qualities, you're untrainable. Meanwhile, in the original trilogy, Luke learned how to become a Jedi even though his legacy was those "dark" qualities. He overcame his own anger and fear and started new Jedi traditions. He's the perfect person at this point in his life to teach Grogu how to master his powers. He is obviously aware of how important Grogu is to Din and he'll take good care of him until the family can be reunited.

Personally, I loved this finale, especially the last few minutes. They absolutely destroyed me on a human level, but excited me as a writer and storyteller. By shaking the show up like this, it keeps the audience on their toes and reminds us that anything can happen. Din and Grogu's relationship is why people are so invested and throwing this huge kink that creates a massive conflict that the audience is desperate to have resolved. Aside from one of them actually dying (which would have me throw the show in the garbage), very little else could create such a reaction, which is the whole point. I can't wait to see what the creatives throw at us next year! 😃

#the manadalorian spoilers #the mandalorian season 2 spoilers #the mandalorian season 2 #the mandalorian #mandalorian analysis

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hoodedguitarist · 3 years

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Think you can Hide from Me? Part 3

Once again, Gif aint mine I just REALLY LOVE IT. It’s one of my favorite scenes of him.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Summary: You infiltrated, the plan fell into chaos, Boba is mad at you, you’re catching feels, lots of time skips and some ANGST.

Warnings? None... Really not yet at least. Slight DinxReader if you squint. This just got a lot more feelsy and I got a whole lot more invested in this than I expected to. Which honestly seems to happen a lot to me. NO SHAME.

I really want to thank everyone who has liked, favorited, reblogged, and followed! You’re all amazing and make me feel amazing too. It means a lot to me that everyone is enjoying my writing. My inbox is open and I’ll even make a Tag List if anyone is interested!

Part 1: The Infiltrator

Part 2: The Distraction

Part 4: The Reunion

Part 3: The Regret

You should have known that plan was going to go off the rails. What you didn’t know, however, was that Boba was going to end up being a casualty of it all as well, and by complete accident.

Sure, you’d been caught with the others, sure you’d been sentenced to death with the others… And oh yes Boba was pissed… Very pissed. You didn’t need to see his face to tell that he was because instead of riding in the barge, he was there to personally bind you and hold you on the way to the Sarlaac pit.

Standing next to Han and Luke was going to make this conversation very awkward, but it needed to be said.

“Ok… So you’re mad at me, right?” You said out loud. Both of them glanced over at you, but you felt Boba’s hand tighten around your shoulder and yank you backwards into him. “Ah!”

“Mad is an understatement, sweetheart,” his modulated voice hissed.

“Ok, that’s fair… I’m sorry I lied to you about the whole work thing. Really, I am.”

“Uh… (Y/N)?” Han questioned.

“Stay out of it Han,” you snapped quickly. “You too, Luke. Mind your business, both of you.”

The two backed off and tried their best not to pay attention to whatever you could possibly be talking about with the bounty hunter, someone they considered an enemy.

“Was fucking me a distraction too?” Boba growled. Now the boys were really trying not to pay attention.

“No, actually, that part was real,” you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. “I was telling the truth when I said I’d wanted to do that ever since I saw you, and still do, if you’ll have me.”

“I think that was your last roll in the sheets, princess. If you manage to make it out of this alive somehow, I’ll know and I’ll find you,” he threatened.

“Hm, sounds fun,” you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. “If you make it out of this alive, I’ll come back and find you too. Do we have a deal?”

Boba scoffed and you figured he felt pretty confident that this was it and you were going to die some horrible death inside the belly of this beast.

“Deal,” he finally answered.

Han and Luke both cut their eyes over at you and you shrugged. “I told you two to mind your own business.”

~*~

Things had happened so fast. One minute you were about to be shoved into the pit, the next Luke is jumping around doing Jedi stuff and mildly impressing you. You didn’t have time to admire, though, because you were struggling with one of Jabba’s guards while Han and Chewie were getting into it with Boba.

Somehow, you were trying to manage not getting killed but also trying to watch Han’s back because he was still blind, and now Chewie who had been shot… But also Boba because you really didn’t want him dying on you either. It was a weird situation all around.

You struggled with the guard and managed to land a hit, but then a blaster fired out of nowhere and hit him square in the chest, knocking him backwards and into the pit. You were startled and turned to look where the shot came from, and sure enough you saw Boba’s blaster smoking. Your heart jumped into your throat and he simply nodded to you… Until he turned his sights on Luke.

You heard Chewie howl something out, heard Han get jumpy.

“Boba Fett?? Where??” He whipped around and smacked the bounty hunter right in his jetpack, which malfunctioned and sent him flying.

“Han what the hell??” You yelled over the chaos.

“I didn’t know he was right there! I can’t see!” He yelled back. You looked over the railing rather desperately, just in time to see the bounty hunter roll into the Sarlaac pit.

Well… That was a damn shame...

~*~

Five years had passed, and the Empire was defeated. Ghosts and whispers still lingered, but the Rebellion no longer needed you. It was now the New Republic and you didn’t really have any interest in politics. You said your goodbyes to your friends, the true heroes, and went back to being on your own.

You weren’t on your own for long, however, seeing as how you got caught up in chaos with another Mandalorian. This one was different, however. He had a kid with him. You didn’t mind babysitting during the really dangerous stuff but at the same time you sort of missed the chaos. After a while, the kid wanted to be everywhere his dad was so you were able to tag along.

Being with them led you back to Tatooine, to a small place known as Mos Pelgo. You wanted to help Din get the kid back with his own kind and when they spoke of another Mandalorian in Mos Pelgo, you couldn’t help it as your heart jumped and your hopes spiked…

Especially when a ghost appeared in the doorway wearing Boba Fett’s armor.

You tensed beside Din, and he glanced at you briefly.

“Boba…?” You questioned carefully, letting your eyes run down the person in front of you. He was tall, much more thin. There was no way…

“ ‘Fraid not, darlin’,” the ghost answered.

First, you felt the icy cold stab of regret and loss all over again, then you felt the heat of anger bloom in you. Both you and Din were ready to throw down with the Marshal for entirely different reasons.

“Take it off,” Din ordered.

“Or I will,” your voice was a low warning, surprising all parties involved.

“I think I wouldn’t mind that,” the ghost now known as Cobb Vanth smirked at you.

“Yeah you say that now until you’ve got a knife in your back. Where the hell did you get that? And don’t say Jawas. That armor belonged to someone. Someone I knew!” You snapped.

“I don’t know what to tell you, honey. Anything else would be a lie. I did get it from the Jawas.”

A growl slipped your lips and you took a step forward, but Din grabbed you first. In the end, everything worked out in your favor. Cobb gave up the armor in exchange for help against the Dragon that plagued Mos Pelgo. When the two of you and the child were back safely on the Razor Crest, there were several times when Din would catch you gazing at the old armor, running your fingers across it, leaning your head against the empty helm.

He even thought he saw tears…

Finally, one night, he managed to carefully edge the story out of you. It was a little difficult, but you managed well enough.

“It was just supposed to be a fling, you know? No strings attached, just to say I did it. But there was just something about him, something else that drew me to him. I wanted him to live, I tried to protect him but so many things happened that day, and so many things went wrong way too quickly…” Your voice caught in your throat, but you laughed despite yourself. “I ended up catching feelings for this fucking bounty hunter after he supposedly died.”

“It’s possible those feelings grew from guilt,” Din said calmly. “Thank you for telling me and trusting me with this. I’m sorry this is bringing you so much pain.”

“Oh they most definitely grew from guilt, but then when I saw his armor, hope grew. He had to have come out of it. He’s got to be somewhere, I just don’t know where… And I don’t know if he’ll kill me on sight, so you might want to get ready for that too.”

“(Y/N) when are we not almost killed on sight?” There was a hint of amusement to his voice, and it made you smile. “I think we can manage,” he assured you.

“Yeah… Let’s hope…”

~*~

Seeing the armor hit you hard, but being on top of that mountain with Din and Grogu and seeing Slave 1 come out of the atmosphere and into the sky really did a number on you.

“Oh shit… Oh shit…” You muttered.

“What? Who is that?” Din looked over at you.

“I… I don’t know. It used to be Boba’s ship but there’s no damn telling now. I haven’t seen that thing in years. Somebody could have scavenged it or something.”

“Well we need to figure it out, come on,” he waved for you to follow, and you did so, trying your best not to seem too eager.

Unfortunately, that eagerness faded with the blaster fire, and the both of you took cover behind a rock.

“I’ve been tracking you, Mandalorian.”

That voice… It made your heart thunder in your chest. Masked by a modulator or not, you could tell it was him. You tensed and Din noticed. He looked over at you and you looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted. You gave a quick nod.

“It’s him… It’s Boba…”

“So not a Jedi… Great,” he whispered. The both of you eased out from behind the rock and you got your first good look at him. He was dressed in black robes, the hood thrown over his head, weapons strapped to his back.

“Boba??” You couldn’t stop yourself as you called out to him. He reached up and pushed his hood back, revealing a scarred face. It did nothing to deter you, however. He was older, but you were still just as attracted to him as you had been years ago. He stepped forward and moved closer, his eyes never leaving your face. It made you a little nervous. “If you’re going to kill me then ok, just do it, but I want you to know that I’m sorry first,” you said quickly holding your hands up. “I’m sorry for what happened that day.”

“Surprised to see me alive?” It was a simple question. No dark tone or anger.

“Relieved is more like,” you admitted. “I looked for you, for any sign of you after the war was over, but I never found anything. I knew somehow, though. I knew you’d survived, but I didn’t know if you’d want to kill me or not.”

“You know me well enough, girl. If I’d wanted to kill you, I would have done it right after I crawled out of that pit,” his eyes roved down you and you felt that old familiar rush, that feeling of playing with fire again. “It’s good to see you, princess, and we’ll talk later. For now, we need to talk about my armor that your man made off with.”

@pinkiemme @chadillacboseman If you need me I’ll be in the trash compactor thanks.

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gracegriller949 · 3 years

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Shining Devotion

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: DinLuke, Luke Skywalker/Din Djarin

A/N: Read the full fic on Ao3 here

Chapter 3

The Mandalorian grunts in shock as Grogu retracts his hands from under the helmet and promptly collapses on top of him.

After a beat of silence, Luke watches as Mando slowly rises from the table, cradling Grogu in his arms. The Mandalorian turns to Luke as if to question if he knew what happened. Mando most likely only saw confusion on Luke’s face since it took him a second to realize that he should probably close his gaping mouth.

Just then, a sudden, soaring pain rips through Luke. He keels over and slumps down into the chair closest to him. The adrenaline must have worn off. Great.

Mando reacts quickly to Luke’s pain by throwing his legs over the side of the table and setting the sleeping Grogu down carefully on the surface. He grabs the Bacta spray that Luke left on the table and swiftly kneels in front of the Jedi.

“I’m... fine,” Luke grunts out, reaching his hand out to stop the Mandalorian “I can... I can do… it.”

He slumps back into the chair again as a wave of chills wash over him.

“Mmhm,” the Mandalorian grunts in return. “Take off your shirt.”

Luke just stares at the Mandalorian, dumbfounded.

“Take it off, or I will.”

Feeling his cheeks warm, Luke looks down at his black robes to find a large hole that has been cut into the left side of his shirt. Carefully, Luke untucks his shirt and pulls one hand out of the sleeve to roll the shirt up to his neck. After its tucked under his chin, Luke looks back down at his side to find an angry red cut about the size of a Tooka-cat’s leg laying against the crisscrossing patches of white scars that cover the rest of his body. Luke hisses as the kneeling Mandalorian places a gloved hand on his side and leans his head in to take a loser look at the wound.

“Looks like you cut yourself on some glass,” the Mandalorian observes. “It’s pretty deep. I’m going to need to get the shards out before I can heal you. Do you have a cauterizer?”

“In… the Medkit,” Luke huffs as he points in the direction of the crates.

Mando gets up smoothly to retrieve the cauterizer. On his way from the Medkit, he sees Grogu still lying on the table and quickly scoops him up to deposit him in his hammock before kneeling again next to Luke, cauterizer in hand.

Placing his hand back on Luke’s side, the Mandalorian starts his work on getting the tiny pieces of glass out of his cut.

Luke’s fingernails dig into his palms as he braces himself against the pain coming from his side. To distract himself, Luke decides to unload a couple of the questions that have been circling in his head since he first saw the Slave I.

“Why were you in the Slave I alone? Where’s Boba Fett?”

“Fett’s dead.”

That catches Luke off guard.

“F-Fett’s… what? He’s…” Luke splutters as he takes in this new information.

He jumps a little as the Mandalorian zaps at his wound. Mando looks up from Luke’s side to make eye contact with him through the helmet.

“Fett’s dead. He died protecting me.” Mando’s voice is neutral, completely devoid of emotion.

This confuses Luke. Surely the two were friends, right? Why else would the Mandalorian be on his ship? Luke looks straight into the Mandalorian’s visor, trying to gauge his emotions before Mando averts his attention back to the task at hand.

Luke grimaces again at the pain, this time shooting out a hand to steady himself on the Mandalorian’s pauldron. If Mando minds, he doesn’t say anything.

“What happened?” Luke asks softly.

The Mandalorian is quiet for a few seconds and just as Luke thinks that he’s not going to respond, Luke hears a shaky inhale coming from the modulator.

“We were on Mandalore. Fett and I had just gotten back from a mission regarding some business on Tatooine. We were rooting out an imperial refuge that was hoarding Mandalorian artifacts. When we got back to Mandalore, I went to discuss the mission with my adviser, Bo Katan, but we were ambushed by a group of her clansmen. We fought as hard as we could, but Fett didn’t make it out.”

Luke flinches again as the Mandalorian continues his work. He tries to take in what Mando just said, but it seems that with every question the Mandalorian answers, more appear in their wake. Questions like: Who is Bo Katan? Why does Mando have an adviser? How did Boba Fett die? Luke grits his teeth and waits a beat before asking: “How did you get out?”

Mando stops zapping Luke’s wound and takes another close look at it before continuing with the cauterizer.

“She let me go. Bo Katan. Fett and I were almost to the ship when one of the clansmen shot him point blank. Dumb Keck jumped in front of me. Bo Katan came in after me. She told me that there had been an uprising and that they were after the darksaber. She told me to run and gave me the coordinates to Grogu’s location. Wasn’t long until I realized the ship was compromised. It was all I could do to limp here from Mandalore”

Luke takes in this new information. Trying to take his mind off the pain in his side.

“Why did she let you go?” he asks.

The Mandalorian shakes his head as he leans his head toward Luke’s wound to get a better look.

Luke takes the hint and changes the subject.

“What’s the darksaber?”

“It’s a laser sword that was wielded by a Mandalorian years ago and has been passed through the hands of many rulers of Mandalore.”

That gets Luke’s attention. Darksaber? Like a lightsaber… but dark?

“And you have this saber in your possession meaning that you…” Luke trails off, putting the pieces together.

The Mandalorian turns off the cauterizer and sets it on the ground next to him. He scoops up the Bacta spray and points it at Luke’s wound before spraying it carefully up and down the cut. Luke squeezes his hand that still rests on the Mandalorian’s pauldron, grimacing at the chilliness of the Bacta.

“That should heal in a few minutes.”

Mando gets up from his knee and crosses his arms as he leans against Luke’s table. The table looks miniscule in comparison. Luke gulps thickly and murmurs a ‘thank you’ to the Mandalorian before moving his arm to slip it back into his shirt sleeve.

“So… you’re the ruler of Mandalore.”

The Mandalorian nods once.

Luke can feel the questions buzzing around his head like a bunch of flies on a piece of trash. His eyes look past the Mandalorian and land on the tiny brown bundle sleeping behind him.

“Did you know that he could do that?” wonders Luke.

The Mandalorian follows Luke’s gaze to the sleeping child and sighs through his modulator. Mando uncrosses his arms and strides over to Grogu’s crib to gently rock the hammock.

“I think you better get some rest. We’ll talk more in the morning,” he says.

Luke doesn’t feel tired, but he knows the Mandalorian is right.

“But where will you sleep? I wasn’t exactly expecting guests,” says Luke, a slight squeak coming into his voice at the realization of just how unprepared he is for the Mandalorian to sleep in the hut.

“I’ll just sleep outside. You got a fire pit?”

Luke nods.

“That’ll do. Goodnight, Jedi.” Mando says as he makes his way towards the entrance of the hut.

“Luke.” He says, “You can call me Luke.”

The Mandalorian pauses, hand on the curtain that covers the opening of the hut.

“Goodnight, Luke.”

“Goodnight, Mando.”

The Mandalorian nods and disappears out the entrance to the hut. Luke gets up slowly from his chair, his mind still racing from the events of the night. Luke limps slowly over to his shabby bed and lays on top of the covers. He glances over again at Grogu. His questions were still circling around his head, but they were just going to have to wait until morning.

The next morning, Luke wakes up feeling way more refreshed than he should. It’s probably the damn Bacta spray.

At that thought, Luke pulls his shirt up to feel where his wound is. Or more accurately, where his wound <was>. His fingers brush the area to find the wound has healed perfectly.

Luke sighs softly and looks around the room. He sits up straight as his eyes land on Grogu’s empty hammock. Just as he’s about to panic, there’s a rustling at the door as the Mandalorian moves the curtain to the side to step into the hut, brown bundle in hand. He offers a nod in greeting as he moves to set Grogu down in his favorite chair.

Luke watches as Mando reaches into one of the pouches of his utility belt and pulls out a silver ball and sets it in front of Grogu. The child takes it and coos happily as his father rubs his head lovingly.

Luke’s heart jumps into his throat as he averts his gaze. The events from the night before come flooding back to him. The ship crash, the Mandalorian, the rescue, the child; all of it. Luke remembers the Mandalorian’s gloved hands on his side, and feels his stomach flutter at the thought.

It feels strange to have the Mandalorian here. Luke thought that maybe he would see the Mandalorian again, if only for him to visit his son, but Luke never thought that he’d be in a situation like this one.

He looks back up at the Mandalorian, now sitting across from Grogu.

“How does your head feel?” Luke asks, swinging his legs over the side of his bed.

Mando turns his helmet towards his son.

“It feels like nothing ever happened.”

Luke follows his gaze to Grogu and once again, the question about his student’s power comes into his mind. Thinking back on it from last night, Luke realizes that the Mandalorian wasn’t surprised about Grogu’s power.

“He’s done that before hasn’t he? Healed someone.”

The Mandalorian nods slowly.

“I’ve only seen him do it one other time. I don’t know how it works. I was hoping you could tell me.”

Luke shakes his head.

“I have never seen something with that kind of power, nor have I even heard of it. I’m afraid I am terribly underequipped with Jedi teachings to know the full extent of the Jedi ways.”

The Mandalorian looks up at that.

“I thought you were a Jedi. Do you not have the same powers?”

Luke shakes his head again.

“I never even knew Force healing was possible.”

“Force… healing?” asks the Mandalorian.

“Yes. Somehow Grogu can use the Force to heal people.”

“How is that possible?”

“As I said, there is a lot about this subject that I don’t know. I would need Jedi texts, teachings of when there was a Jedi Order.”

The Mandalorian nods as he continues to look at Luke, his gaze slipping down to where his wound used to rest.

“How’s your side?”

“Good as new, thanks to you,” says Luke, a small smile coming to his face.

“The least I could do after you saved my life.”

That makes Luke pause, his easy smile faltering for a second.

“It was nothing,” he says, looking shyly at the Mandalorian.

The two men stare at each other for a long beat of silence before Luke breaks eye contact with Mando’s helmet and crosses the short distance to the conservator. He knows that there’s nothing in it, but he opens the door and looks inside, nonetheless.

“We don’t have much in terms of food, but can I offer you a nutrient bar?”

The Mandalorian sits back in his chair and crosses his arms.

“I had something earlier. Guess there isn’t much fresh produce on Yavin-4?”

Luke closes the door to the conservator and grabs a nutrient bar from the storage container before turning back to the Mandalorian.

“There’s not much of anything left on Yavin-4. Not ever since the end of the war and the Rebellion vacated the planet. I’ve found a few scraps here and there that are left, but I haven’t had time to search much further.”

Luke leans against the counter and takes a big first bite out of his nutrient bar.

“I’m thinking about going back to the crash site today, see what I can salvage,” the Mandalorian says, turning back to watch Grogu as he makes his silver ball float just above his face.

“I’ll go with you,” Luke says, moving to grab some cookies from the storage container.

Mando nods as Luke sets the cookies down in front of Grogu.

“Shouldn’t he eat some real food before dessert?” asks the Mandalorian.

Luke sighs, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Well, if you can convince him to eat something that isn’t cookies or fresh meat, be my guest.”

Mando sighs but doesn’t do anything to stop Grogu from crunching on the little snacks.

“I’ll get him some meat, if I can find something to hunt with,” the Mandalorian says, “I need to get to the ship to find my weapons.”

Luke nods.

“We’ll leave after lunch then.”

#dinluke #luke/din #dindjarin #Luke Skywalker #luke skywalker and din djarin #star wars #fanfic

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castiel-barnes · 3 years

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The Helmet.

The Mandalorian and The Jedi series.

Pairing: Din x jedi Reader.

Summary: The Jedi has to help Din in the comfort of the Razor Crest. And a confession is made.

Warning: Hurt comfort. Mentions of a panic attack. Jedi is scarily intimidating. Softness.

Wordcount: 1.6k

Previous chapter.

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell @scribbledghost @farfromjustordinary @ginger-swag-rapunzel

It had been months since you and Din had since met, since he rescued you from the imperials and since you had helped him defend the village on Sorgan. The two of you had gotten closer during those months, sometimes seeking the comfort of the other during rough nights.

Even though the three of you had your own bounties on your head, Din occasionally going out on his own hunts to provide for the three of you. Some days you'd help him drag the bounties back depending on how easy they were.

You wasn't sure what planet you was on, but it was hot and desert like so you ended up shredding a layer or two. And you wasn't sure how Din was coping in his tin can state.

"You sure you're alright to go out in that?" You asked,

"Yeah, I will mesh'la I'm going to need your help today." He replied placing his thigh armour on.

"Alright." You smiled. You had put grogu in the cockpit and locked it.

The initial capture was fairly easy although you had to bring in the bounty cold. That's when all hell broke loose. You had been tailed by the dead bounties friends all the way back to the Razor Crest. You both managed to get back onto the Crest, but an unwanted visitor managed to get on aswell. You was in the cockpit using the blasters against the others outside, when you heard grunting from the hull.

You jumped down the ladder and saw a man physically lifting Din off of the ground, and his other hand lifting Dins helmet.

"Come on mando let's see your face now." The guy said lifting Dins helmet a little more. You could see Dins chin, and the next moment you felt rage surge throughout your body. The door to the hull was still open and could still see some others. Igniting your saber you moved elegantly to the two men, and sliced the hands of the guy holding Din.

Din dropped to the floor clutching his helmet. You stood between him and the other guy who was now crying about his hands, and you force pushed him as hard as you could out of the door. You stood on the edge of the bay door and sneered at the others.

"Leave now, before any of you get hurt like your friend." You growled, your knuckles now white from how tight you were holding your saber.

"Why should we listen to you scar face?" One spat,

It started to feel like your scar was burning, especially since it was because it had been a while since anyone mentioned it.

"Puny jedi." Another said. By now you were livid and overprotective of Din. You knew how much the helmet meant to him. The others started moving towards you firing the blasters. You deflected a few of their laser bolts with your lightsaber and the force.

Throwing your lightsaber, it span through the air slicing through the perpetrators. They all fell to the ground, blood pouring out of them. If it was possible, there would be steam coming out of your ears.

You stormed back onto the Crest and saw Din still kneeling. You could see his hands shaking.

"Din? Hey Din look at me. You're alright." You stated grabbing his hands gently,

"G-get it in the air. P-please Y/N" He stated through short staggered breaths. You nodded slightly squeezing his hands, unsure if you should leave him even for a moment. You got up the ladder as fast as you could and got the Crest into orbit and into hyperspace.

Jumping back down the ladder, you found Din had shredded all his armour except his helmet. But you could still hear the short staggered breaths getting more and more frantic.

"Din you need to breath, come on you need to breath with me." You stated kneeling in front of him,

"I-i can't. My helmet it's not letting me. Help me please. Y-y/n please." Din begged you,

You thought for a second trying to think of something and then it came to you.

"Din listen to me this is what I'm going to do, I'm gonna take my tunic off and I'm gonna turn off the lights and we'll take your helmet off. Okay?" You asked looking at him worriedly. He nodded still breathing quickly and hands shaking. You stood up briefly ripping off your tunic, and turning the lights off with the force from across the hull.

It didn't take long for you to hear the clang of his helmet dropping to the floor. You sat on the floor and pulled Din against your chest. Feeling how tense and uncertain he was, you gently rubbed his back and shushed him.

"Listen to my breathing Din. Its alright, breath in through your nose and out through your mouth." You explained quietly with him pretty much on top of you.

Humming quietly, you continued to stroke his back and occasionally his hair. You could feel him calming down, but could still sense the panic.

"You're safe Din. You're safe with Grogu and I." You reassured him,

"Thank you Y/N." He whispered still sounding as though you could break him like dropping a piece of China.

"It's alright Din. It's alright I promise you." You replied nuzzling into his hair a little. As you nuzzled into his hair, you noticed some soft curls tickling your face.

He eventually calmed down and stopped shaking. You knew somewhere in the hull there was a little radio, so you focused your mind and pulled it to you catching it before it hit either of you. You took your other hand off Din's head for a moment, to turn the radio on.

"What are you doing?" He asked quietly,

"Just listen to the music." You said still raking through his soft hair. You felt him relax even more, especially in his mind. When you killed all of those guys and went back onto the crest, his mind was an absolute mess.

"Come on, should get you onto the cot. I'm sure it's more comfortable than laying on me." You stated. You pulled him up and the two of you lied down on the cot. Din pulled you tighter into him. This was the first time that either of you actually spent any time together like this. Yes the two of you cuddled briefly after a nightmare. But never with Dins helmet off.

You felt him calm down significantly and soon soft snores filled the small room. Every know and then you felt him twitch, and am occasional flinch. But other than that he was fine for most of the night.

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Timeskip:

You don't remember falling asleep. But you did. As you rolled over, you expected to feel Din's warmth but discovered that the space was empty.

Getting up, you climbed the ladder leading up to the cockpit.

"Hey you okay?" You asked gently touching Din's shoulder,

"Hm? I'm okay, I woke up and couldn't get to sleep. So I came up here." He replied looking up at you. Smiling you sat down, thinking for a moment. Closing your eyes, a few scenes flashed across your mind and not fun ones. But you closed them out of your mind for a second trying to ignore it.

"I -i really wanna thank you for yesterday. I haven't really felt like that in ages. But i-i... just thank you." Din stuttered out not exactly sure what to say,

"It's okay. I know how much your creed means to you." You replied smiling softly.

"It's not just the creed that means so much." Din whispered hoping you wouldn't hear,

"What?" You asked slightly confused. You could feel the anxiety coming off of Din in waves.

"Y-you and grogu. You mean so much to me. I- I don't think I've cared this much for someone since, kriff I don't know how long." Din stated dropping his head slightly,

"And I know that Jedi aren't allowed attachments bu-" He continued until you cut him off.

"I really like you too Din. Have for a long time. Don't worry about attachments now, that went with the order." You stated,

"You.... you like me too?" Din asked. You nodded and smiled a little.

"Yeah, I have for a long time. When we was on Sorgan, you and Omera were getting close and there was a point where it looked like she was going to take of your helmet. I can't tell you how jealous I was." You explained slightly embarrassed,

"Really? Y-you have no need to be jealous cyar’ika, I didn't... I didn't feel anything towards her." Din replied hesitantly holding your hand. You smiled, and squeezed his hand 3 times a signal almost that it was okay.

"Do you trust me?" Din asked,

"Of course I do Din." You replied frowning slightly. Din leaned over to the console and turned the lights off. The next thing you heard once again, was the clang of Dins helmet being set down.

You felt Din as he moved closer to you, until his breath was fanning across your face.

"Is this okay?" Din asked again,

"Y-yeah this is okay." You replied your own anxiety picking up slightly. Feeling Din's nose nudge yours, you finally closed the space and kissed him. After the first short kiss, the two of you broke away leaning your foreheads against the others.

"Wow." You let out quietly, you heard Din chuckle a little. Din kissed you again, and it felt like your core had set alight.

"I really like you Din." You whispered feeling the scruff along his jawline,

"I really like you too Y/N." Din replied smiling even though you couldn't see him.

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Miles Apart (One Survivor pt. 4)

Pairing: Din Djarin / Cobb Vanth

Setting: Survivor AU / Modern AU

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Summary: After the Survivors return home, Din and Cobb have a hard time reconnecting. Thing were easier back on the island and both men have some anxieties surrounding their relationship. Either it wasn’t as destined as everyone had thought, or they have to make a relationship work long distance. But before they can make that decision, one of them has to actually start the conversation.

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Din told himself that he wasn't going to cry when he got off the plane. But when Grogu came running towards him, he felt the tears falling before he could stop them. He knelt on the floor, letting his duffle bag drop off his shoulder as Grogu threw himself into his father's arms. Din could vaguely hear Peli's chuckle as she walked up to the pair but Din's focus was entirely on the boy in his arms. He leaned back slightly to look at his son, hands going up to adjust his green earflap cap by its strings.

"Did you get my letter, Papa?" Grogu asked with a slight tilt of his head.

"I did," Din croaked out with a nod. "I loved it so much, you have no idea."

Grogu just smiled and threw himself back into a hug with a laugh that Din couldn't help but return.

Din answered Grogu’s questions as best he could. He was painfully aware that he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone specific details of the game; alliances, vote-out order, ect. But he told him about his favourite challenges and what Jeff was like. Grogu hung on every word the entire drive home and it made Din’s heart ache. He had missed his son so much in the almost two months he had been gone, but the brightness in his eyes as Din told his stories made it all worth it.

Once Grogu had been sent upstairs to get ready for bed, Peli set a cup of coffee in front of where Din sat at the kitchen table. “I know you can’t really tell me anything,” Peli acknowledged as she sat down, “but did you have fun?”

Images of Cobb flashed through his mind. Their first kiss - holding hands - laughing at each other’s jokes late at night. Din smiled brightly at the memories. “Yeah,” he whispered, staring into his coffee. “Yeah, it was amazing.”

“Wow,” Peli laughed. “What’s that expression for?”

Din bit his lip, debating if telling her about Cobb would constitute as spoiling something about the game. He gave a soft sigh, deciding he had little chance at hiding such a thing from his friend. He looked up and met her gaze with a large smile. “I met someone.”

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Cobb sat in his apartment one evening, his knee bouncing harshly as he stared at his computer. It was nearing two weeks since he, and the rest of his fellow Survivors, returned back to the States. Nearly two weeks and he still hadn’t messaged Din. Given, Din hadn’t messaged him either. Communication is a two-way street but neither seemed to want to make the first move. Every evening, Cobb pulled up Din’s social media profile, his mouse hovering over the ‘message’ option. Sometimes he’d click it. He’d type out a message.

“Hey, Din, it’s Cobb,” and then erase. “How are you?” and then erase. “I miss you,” and then erase. Nothing sounded right. When Cobb sent a message, he wanted it to be perfect. But it just never was and at this point, he wasn’t sure what to do anymore.

He wanted nothing more than to talk to Din. He wanted to hear his voice, listen to that dorky laugh he gave when Cobb told a joke. He wanted to sit on his balcony looking at the stars, knowing that on the other end of the phone call was Din looking at the same stars. He wanted to feel close to him again.

He was honestly beginning to worry that maybe it wasn’t as destined as Boba and Fennec had insisted it was.

Tonight was different, though. After a truly terrible day where absolutely nothing had gone his way, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed Din. Cobb finally clicked on the ‘message’ icon. He typed out his message and sent it before he could even think about it. Just a simple, “Hey there.” And then he waited. He considered multiple times deleting the message. Goodness, he wanted to. But then he considered that perhaps Din had already read it and hadn’t had the chance to reply. If he deleted the message, it would just make things a thousand times more awkward than if he just left it.

He knew he was spiraling. He jumped up from his sofa and began pacing the apartment. He tried to busy himself. He made dinner, even managed to get himself to eat it. He cleaned his bedroom. He did the laundry. He did everything that he had been putting off for nearly two weeks. He did everything to try to not listen for the ding of his laptop. And yet, every little sound from the hallway, every noise from the street below, anything that could possibly be confused for a chime had him rushing back to his laptop. Rushing back to a screen stating he had no new messages. And every time, his heart shattered a little more.

It was getting later and later. Cobb finally set his laptop aside and headed for bed. He figured at this point that if Din was going to message back, there was little chance it would be before morning. He settled under his covers, appreciating the warmth and softness as he had every night since he returned home. But he couldn’t get his mind to slow down enough to allow him to sleep. He turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling, remembering laying on the beach watching the stars. He almost admitted to himself that he would take scratchy sand and icy waves hitting his feet over the comfort of his blankets if it meant being with Din again. He was finally allowing himself to drift off, even just the memory of Din settling him down enough to relax. Then-

Bing!

Cobb’s eyes shot open. His mind began to race, trying to deduce if his brain had made the sound up. He listened intently, thinking that maybe if it came from outside it would happen again and he could write it off.

Bing!

No, he knew now he was wide awake and that sound was far too familiar. He knew what it was. But then again, it could have been a message from anybody. Cobb could let the messages wait until morning. He had been so close to falling asleep.

Bing! Bing!

Cobb sighed and sat up in his bed, staring out his doorway towards his living room where his laptop still sat on the coffee table. Even if it was Din, he couldn’t blame Cobb for not answering. He had let Cobb pace his apartment for hours and now so late at night he expected him to reply?

Bing!

“Fine,” Cobb muttered to himself, throwing off his blankets and making his way slowly to his laptop. He opened it and was met with the lovely icon of Din’s profile picture. Him and a little blonde-haired boy in a green hat that Cobb knew had to be Grogu. He had half the mind to close his laptop, just happy knowing that Din had acknowledged him, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I am so sorry!”

“Grogu isn’t feeling well tonight and it’s been non-stop

sitting with him since he got home from school.”

“You’re probably in bed.”

“I miss you….”

“I love you.”

Cobb felt tears form in his eyes, angry at himself for ever considering being angry with Din. Of course he had to be taking care of his son, Cobb should have considered that.

“It’s alright. I hope Grogu is doing better.”

“I miss you too….and I love you too.”

His knee was back to bouncing. He watched as Din’s icon showed three thought bubbles bouncing beside it. He wasn’t sure how long Din had typed for, how many different messages he typed and erased. But when the message came through, he couldn’t respond quickly enough.

“I know it’s late. But I miss your voice so much.

These last two weeks have been miserable not

talking to you. Grogu is out for the night. Can we

video call?”

“Absolutely!”

Cobb didn’t even let the first chime of the call ring before answering. The smile that broke across his face was the brightest he had ever given anyone in his life. He had never been more happy to see anyone, even just over video.

Din was laying on his side on his bed, his arm tucked under his head. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie with only the few curls that fell in his face visible from under the hood. “Hey there, Cowboy,” Din whispered.

“Hey there.” It was all Cobb could get out and Din couldn’t blame him. Even he hadn’t thought through what to say once they got to this point. Two weeks and all either could get out was a greeting.

“I’m sorry,” they both spoke. They stopped short, chuckling at each other and themselves. Din’s smile brightened seeing Cobb’s. He had missed that smile more than anything.

Cobb sighed, his smile faltering. “I thought maybe you had changed your mind.” He stared down at his hands, trying to ignore that his leg was itching to bounce again. He pressed the palm of his hand against his knee, trying to make it not so noticeable. “I should have messaged you sooner.”

Din let a soft chuckle escape his lips. “I was having the same thoughts.” He bit his lip as Cobb lifted his gaze, a hint of pain in his eyes. “I suppose we should have decided who would start the conversation, huh?”

They both laughed and the hurt in Cobb’s eyes faded, replaced with something so light and full of love that Din just wanted to take him in his arms and hold him as tight as he physically could. But both men were painfully aware of the two states that prevented them from that.

Cobb lowered the screen of his laptop and moved it closer to the edge of the coffee table. He shifted to mirror Din’s position, stretching himself out across the sofa, arm tucked under him. He smiled brightly at Din and his heart leapt as Din returned the smile.

Din realized that with Cobb’s new potion, if he focused his eyes just right, he could almost pretend they were laying together. Close enough to touch To hold. To kiss. Din’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second, wondering how long it would be before they could lay like this for real with only an inch gap between them and he’d be able to lean in and remind Cobb through more than words how much he misses him. He wanted to run his fingers through Cobb’s hair. Wanted to feel the chill of Cobb’s nose against his own as they rested their foreheads together. Wanted to feel the weight of Cobb’s head on his chest when they finally decided to fall asleep, wondering if he could hear how fast his heart was beating.

“I love you,” Cobb whispered, prompting Din to return his mind to the present time.

Din smiled brightly. “I love you too.” He shifted a little on his bed and cleared his throat. “Listen. I know these two weeks have been rough- well, they were for me at least. But I don’t want to give up on this. I meant what I had said back on the island. I’m all in.”

Cobb gave a soft chuckle, letting Din finish his tangent, wishing he could silence both his words and his mind with a brush of his lips against Din’s. Once he heard Din take a breath he smiled softly. “I know. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.” He paused as Din laughed at his own words repeated back to him. “We’ll make it work.”

“Yeah,” Din sighed happily. “We’ll make it work.”

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Video calls became a regular event. Nearly every night they would lay on their beds, laptops open next to them, mirroring each other’s positions as if they were in person.

One late night while chuckling at a joke Cobb had told, Din jumped as he heard a soft knock on his partly closed door. Grogu apologized as he crawled up into his dad's bed, giving Cobb a shy smile as he came into the view of the camera.

"So this is the little frog monster I've heard so much about?" Cobb said with a grin. It was the first time Cobb had gotten the chance to meet Grogu. Up until this moment, he had been shown pictures and videos but they always video called so late at night that Grogu was always already asleep.

Grogu perked up at the sound of Cobb's voice and grinned up at Din before turning excitedly to the computer. "Are you a cowboy?"

Cobb and Din both laughed and Din ruffled Grogu's hair. Din had already told Cobb to expect this from the kid but actually hearing it was so much funnier than he had imagined. The three of them settled in, now fully awake, for a long night on video call.

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In the weeks leading up to the airing of the first episode, Cobb found himself incredibly nervous. He was excited to see the season come together despite having lived it, but a part of him also didn’t want to watch it. Or he supposed, maybe he didn’t want Din to watch it.

“So, Grogu and I will leave on Tuesday and we’ll be there by Thursday morning, is that good?” Din looked up from his calendar when Cobb didn’t give him a response. “Cobb,” he prompted, shifting the mic on his headphones to make sure his voice was being picked up.

Cobb snapped out of his thoughts and brought his gaze back to the computer screen. “Sorry, what?”

Din gave a soft, nervous chuckle. “Are you okay? You still want me and Grogu to come visit to watch the first episode together, right?”

“Yes, of course,” Cobb said quickly. “Sorry, I was just-,” he trailed off with a laugh and a wave of his hand.

“What’s wrong?” Din set the calendar aside and shifted to face the laptop fully.

Cobb scratched the back of his neck. “Why do you think something’s wrong?” ‘Not a lie, just an avoidance,’ he told himself.

“Because I know you,” Din said simply. “Are you worried about watching the season?”

Cobb sighed heavily, knowing that he couldn’t avoid it forever. “It’s just,” he sighed, “we weren’t together in the beginning. I had twenty days on a different island than you. You only saw me at challenges. You have no idea what I was like at camp.” He took a deep breath, watching Din’s eyes turn from strong concern to understanding. “I don’t think I did anything particularly bad. But I’m worried you’re going to see something and-”

“And something would change,” Din filled in. He watched Cobb nod and offered him a soft smile. “I’ve had the same concerns for you seeing me during that time. But nothing is going to change. I love you for who you are regardless of anything you did or said during those twenty days.” Din paused for a second, his smile dropping. “I have to ask, though-”

Cobb tilted his head at Din’s sudden mood change. “What?”

“Are you-” Din sighed, dropping his gaze. “Are you really concerned about those twenty days? Or more concerned about day thirty-eight?”

Cobb had to admit that Din was observant. Of course he was, he knew Cobb better than anyone. “Of course I’m worried about day thirty-eight,” he whispered, the words barely picked up by the mic. “It was one of the weakest moments of my life, I don’t want you to see that.”

Din brought his eyes back up, the hurt in them unmistakable. “Cobb, nothing about what you went through was weak. If anything, I think it shows you’re so much stronger than most people give you credit for.”

“Thank you,” Cobb mumbled. He let Din’s eyes through the screen, recognizing an unfinished thought. He knew Din wasn’t going to state it on his own. He was about to prompt Din to state what was on his mind when the answer came to his own. He tilted his head again, a mixture of sadness and love filling his chest. “You’re worried about day thirty-eight too, aren’t you?”

Din scoffed half-heartedly, the smallest amount of tears pricking his eyes. “Of course I am. I still feel a little responsible for what happened.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Din,” Cobb assured. “It was only my own for not taking better care of myself. I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to go to that island. I knew it could happen.”

“Yeah, but it shouldn’t have,” Din mumbled.

“Who knows,” Cobb stated, perking up a little. “Maybe people will like me and they’ll put me on an all-star season. I could have a chance to redeem myself.”

Din laughed. “You would really go back?”

“A second chance at a million bucks?” Cobb scoffed out. “Wouldn’t you?”

Din shook his head, though his smile didn’t falter. “I couldn’t leave Grogu again like that. It was too rough.” Cobb nodded understandingly. “I would totally support you though if you wanted to go again.”

Cobb smiled brightly. “I appreciate that.” The two men stared at each other, both wishing they were together in the moment. ‘Soon,’ Cobb reminded himself. “So,” Cobb stated happily. “You boys are leaving there on Tuesday?”

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Din turned around in the driver’s seat to tap Grogu’s leg gently. “Hey, Kid, we’re here,” he spoke just above a whisper. It was late Wednesday night and they had just pulled up in front of Cobb’s apartment building. Din had planned it perfectly to surprise Cobb with an extra night of them being there. He knew it was pushing it a little to show up a whole twelve hours early, but he also knew Cobb didn’t mind surprises. Grogu grumbled in the back seat and Din chuckled. “Alright, Kid. Have it your way,” he sighed, opening the door, knowing there was little chance Grogu would wake enough to walk at this point.

He carefully got his son out of the car, adjusting him to rest his head on Din’s shoulder. He mumbled a few sleepy words before resuming his soft snores, now right next to Din’s ear. Din got their duffle bag out of the trunk and tried not to jostle Grogu too much as he situated it on his shoulder.

Looking up at the apartment building before him, Din let out a small but happy sigh. So long of only seeing Cobb through a computer screen and in just a few minutes he was finally going to have him in his arms again. It was almost too good to be real.

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Cobb lifted his head at the sound of knocking from the apartment hallway. He was almost certain it was for his neighbors until he heard it again. He set down the blankets he had been folding for when Din and Grogu got there and placed them neatly on the sofa before making his way to the door. The first words he had planned to come out of his mouth were something along the lines of, “Do you know how late it is,” but upon actually opening it, his voice fell short.

“Hey there, Cowboy,” Din spoke softly with a large grin. “Surprise.”

Cobb stood there for a minute, smiling but in shock. He ran through multiple responses in his head, trying to find the right ones to say. But every word he thought of wasn’t good enough because the man he loved was standing at his door a whole twelve hours before he was supposed to be. Finally, Cobb gave up on his words and leaned forward quickly to capture Din’s lips softly with his own.

The kiss was warm and sweet but short. Both men were fully aware of Grogu still in Din’s arms, completely oblivious to the fact that the two men were finally reunited.

“I missed you,” Cobb whispered, resting his forehead against Din’s, smiling brightly. “Come on,” Cobb ushered Din inside. “Little guy’s probably completely dead weight right now.” He made quick work of arranging the sofa with the blankets he had just been working on. He waited patiently as Din set the child down and covered him with the blankets before taking the duffle bag off of his shoulder and setting it on the floor.

Din took Cobb’s hand and pulled him away from the sleeping boy, only a few feet, before pulling him in quickly for another kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around Cobb’s waist. Cobb’s hands came up to rest on the back of Din’s neck, pulling him impossibly closer. They only held it for a second before pulling back, letting their lips ghost over each other. “I miss you so much.”

Cobb hummed out a laugh. “Did you miss me or my kisses?” Cobb whispered.

“Both,” Din mumbled before pressing their lips back together.

That night both men held each other as tightly as they could, as if trying to convince themselves that they were actually together. As if the other would disappear if they let go even for a second. Cobb laid his head on Din’s chest for the first time in four months and he couldn’t think of any place he would rather be. It was perfect.

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“Papa, don’t forget the popcorn,” Grogu called as he settled onto the sofa.

Din chuckled as he pulled the bag from the microwave. Cobb moved past him to pull a bowl out of the cupboard next to him. “So, I should warn you,” Din laughed softly. “Grogu and I do this thing-”

Cobb was already laughing. “Oh good, do I finally get to know something embarrassing about you?” He handed the bowl to Din and he leaned against the counter as he started to pour the popcorn into it. “What’s up? I promise I won’t judge.”

“Grogu and I, uhm,” Din paused and laughed, shaking his head. “You know the regular lines that Jeff says. Like, ‘The tribe has spoken,’ ‘Come on in, guys,’ ‘If anyone has the hidden immunity idol, now is the time to play it,’ all those?” Cobb nodded, his grin wide but confusion clear in his eyes. “Right, well. Grogu and I tend to say the lines with him. I’ve been told it can get a little annoying so I wanted to warn you beforehand.”

Cobb shook his head with a chuckle, taking a step around Din to wrap his arms around him from behind. “That’s not annoying at all, Darlin’. I think it’s sweet.” He placed a soft kiss to Din’s shoulder. “Whoever told you it was annoying clearly doesn’t appreciate the two hundred words Jeff says on repeat.”

“He’s in therapy, he says them so often,” Din laughed out, referencing a line from a past season that Jeff had stated himself. He leaned into Cobb’s embrace and smiled, letting his eyes fall closed. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” Cobb spoke against his shoulder. He reached out and took a piece of popcorn, putting it into his mouth. “Come on,” he laughed. “Episode’s about to start.” Cobb turned but only got two steps away from Din before stopping in his tracks, a wave of anxiety rushing over him. His brain filled only with thoughts of what could possibly go wrong with the season they were about to begin. Din’s hand on his arm brought him back enough for Cobb to let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Hey,” Din whispered, running his hand along Cobb’s arm. “It’s going to be fine. Nothing’s going to change.”

Cobb nodded, swallowing hard, attempting to will his brain to stop screaming at himself. He took a deep breath and followed Din into the living room and found his spot at the edge of the sofa. He leaned forward and grabbed the remote from the coffee table to turn up the volume as Din took his spot between Cobb and Grogu, passing his son the bowl of popcorn. Cobb felt Din’s arm wrap around his back, pulling him closer and he leaned into the embrace. Din hummed, prompting Cobb to turn and face him, tilting his head just slightly.

“Got my boy, the love of my life, and my favorite show about to start,” Din spoke softly as Jeff began his spiel about the filming location of the season and the stories of a handful of players. He wrapped his other arm around Grogu’s shoulders and the boy happily scooted closer to his father. Din turned to Cobb with a large smile. “Can’t get much better than this.”

Cobb leaned his head on Din’s shoulder, and sighed happily. No matter what he did during the time before the merge and no matter if he still thought himself weak for having to be evaced, one thing was for certain. He knew Din loved him. And he knew that nothing from the season they were starting was going to change that.

“They must learn to adapt, or they will be voted out,” Jeff spoke on the show. Cobb saw Grogu perk up slightly, excitement written clear on his face. “Thirty-nine days, sixteen people-”

“One Survivor!” Din and Grogu called along with Jeff, laughing. All Cobb could do was laugh with them.

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