This Tornado Loves You
A Cowboy Din Djarin One-shot
a/n: I had a really long tiring wild day today so I thought why not write about this wild cowboy lmaooo
the title is from the neko case song and this is for my favorite cowpoke @skeletoncowboys thank you for being a true gem
Warnings: death mention, extreme yearning, 18+ just to be safe
“I have to leave for the week l…is it alright if I leave the kid with you?”
Din’s request is quiet as the morning sun beats down on you two.
You know he tries to take jobs that don’t require him leaving the kid anywhere for long. But, the jobs are getting sparse and the cowboy that has been opening up to you is slowly retreating back, reverting to the cautious coyote you once liken him to be.
So you reply without hesitation, without question. “Yes of course I’ll watch him. I’ll keep him safe I promise.”
You don’t miss the way Din’s eyes beneath the shadow of his hat go wide for a split second. Everyone in the town swears this bounty hunter has no soul cause you can’t see his eyes, and even if you did you’d might find he has no soul. But you see it, the cowboy’s soul, right there along with heart bare before you as they shimmer in his eyes. The bandana masks any facial reactions but you hear his low molasses voice crystal clear-
“Thanks honey.”
This is an honor and privilege you will hold dear in your heart. The wildly curious baby boy is Din’s world. He cries the entire morning Din packs to leave and it breaks your heart.
Din gently softly strokes the baby’s chubby cheek and it’s a fondness, pure love between a father and son you feel like you’re intruding on. Until Din turns his eyes to you for a split moment, simply you and him caught in this snagged moment before he rapidly looks back at the baby.
“Make sure this one doesn’t get into trouble kid.” He teases with the baby about you and your heart grows wings, soars right out of your chest.
But that was two weeks ago.
The job was meant to take a week and now your mind spirals into worry, clouds up thick and heavy. It only worsens when you head to the feed store to grab a few extra provisions.
“Storm’s coming soon, make sure you lock up early for the night.” The older store owner announces what you’ve been dreading.
You felt the storm coming in your bones.
Living so many years out here you start to notice the changes in the air, the shift in the wind, the glooming clouds creeping more and more off in the distance. It makes your heart drop. You clutch the little boy asleep on your shoulder tighter as you readjust the blanket you’ve mostly kept him hidden under.
“So, you really still ain’t telling us where you got this babe from are ya?” The store owner means well. They all do in their own way.
“Like I told you and everyone else I grew him in my garden.” You answer.
He laughs at your reply and before anything more can be asked you rush out back home.
The rain comes first. It’s a blessing most days, a breeze of grace relieving the town and the earth of the heat. Now it floods your heart with dread.
What if Din is dead? What if he's in need of help?
What if he’s lost somewhere?
He can’t be lost you rationalize. He knows his way and you know that. He’s the best navigator you’ve known just from hearing him talk about his travels. But everything in you screams, almost begs you, to steal a horse from the town to try to find him and just do something.
It only gets worse as the storm only picks up. The sky from your window, dark and thundering, becomes a harbinger of dread.
The wind howls fierce. It shakes the house with a force reminding you that you are just a small human and cannot fight against a storm. Baby boy cries clutching you tight and you wipe his sweet watery glossy eyes soaked bright in the lamplight.
“It’s okay bug, we’re fine. I’m here. We’ll wait this out.”
Wait out the storm, wait for Din.
Thankfully the baby falls asleep while unfortunately your body is unable to settle though. You blame the rattling thunder now competing with the wind.
However, it’s there in the sound of the storm that you hear it - the fierce sound of a horse outside your cabin.
With a fast glance at the baby sound asleep you scramble to head outside. The wind whips out to greet you first. But in that whirlwind, through the pelting rain, you see the black stallion horse you are so afraid of and then his rider.
There he is, a phantom in the storm, your cowboy.
“Din!” You scream and move before you even realize it. A few steps off the porch and there you are rushing, flying out in the storm to him.
The rain soaks you to your bones instantly. You almost fall in the thick mud as you rush to him. His focus isn’t even on you. Din is busy in finally settling down his horse as he ties his fierce companion to the side of your fence post. That’s when Din turns towards you for a split second before you barrel into him.
You can’t help it. You had fought back the thoughts of him never coming back and truly becoming a ghost. And now here he was, solid and soaked in your arms. Your ghost, your phantom, your cowboy, is a man consecrated here and you don’t want him to leave ever again.
“I-I’m sorry!” You stammer pulling back realizing what the hell you’ve done. “I just…Come on! Let’s get out of this storm!”
He lets you wrangle him to the safety of your porch like he’s one of your rascally goats.
If only the townspeople could see him now.
This myth, this mysterious wild bounty hunter of a man with more guns you want to even think about, is drenched. His bandana is sticking to his face and you can see the outline of his striking nose.
As you try to make sure this phantom doesn’t disappear before your eyes, your lips twitch wanting to cry and you hate it.
“I thought you weren’t coming back.” Your voice leaves you, a croak so small you’re afraid it might get caught up in the wind.
“I was…I was so scared thinking you might not come back.”
The rain, you think, must still be dripping down your face until your vision blurs. You blink and discover tears streaming full on rivers down your face. Your focus has even gone away from the bounty hunter, like maybe you really are waiting for this to be a desert mirage.
Boots suddenly stomp on your porch, fiercely loud and sharp, as if they’re trying to mimic the thunder roaring around you. You look up. Din, bare face with his bandana yanked down, walks fast and fierce towards you. He is all you see before his lips are on yours.
The kiss steals your soul and is all consuming. His gloved hand holds your face like you might be the one to disappear in the air. For being a wild bounty hunter, the town's terrifying ghost story, he kisses you tender. Both of your clothes are drenched. His lips are cold. But it is everything you wanted.
“Honey.” He breathes out and it’s all you need.
All you can do is clutch onto him, your rain soaked phantom, and let the storm whip around the two of you. Your heart thanks the wind for bringing him home to you.
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