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Me and My Husband

Chapter One: Lonesome Love

Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Author's note: The first chapter is here. It matters to me.

Synopsis: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, set post season 3, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), some liberties taken with Mandalorian culture/weddings/marriages, infidelity, eventual smut (chapter two!), switches between Reader and Din's POV, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: Din marries a fellow member of The Children of the Watch hastily due to peer pressure and wanting to commit himself fully to the tribe. He takes a bounty from Karga on Nevarro to support his family that leads him to Naboo’s capital city, Theed, and ultimately... you

Word count: 4k

Chapter warnings: a Mandalorian wedding, a face reveal, Din is a bad flirt lmao, masturbation, feelings of doubt/guilt, use of Mandalorian words/phrases (translations included after)

Din

“Din Djarin, repeat after me: Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde. (We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors),” the Armorer says.

Kriff, why did he agree to this? He could take out a thousand men; an entire Imperial fleet if he had to. But this, the riduurok (marriage), has him weak in the knees (and not in the good way), at a loss for words, and more anxious than he’s ever been.

“Din Djarin?” the Armorer repeats, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” he says, finishing with a shaky breath.

Thank the Maker neither the Armorer or May can see his face right now because if they could, they would see the face of a man who’s never been more scared in his life, coated with a thick layer of sweat.

“May Malric, repeat after me: Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” the Armorer continues.

Without missing a beat, May repeats the vows, her visor shifting from the Armorer to Din, locked on his. Standing before him is his new riduur, in her forest green armor with lime green accents, her gloved hands joined with his. He gulps – no turning back now.

“Now you two are joined as one, in an unbroken bond just as your ancestors before you. By entering a riduurok you pledge your eternal commitment to not only each other, but Mandalore as well. Let the celebration begin! This is the way.”

“This is the way,” May affirms.

“This is the way,” Din responds. It better be the way, because he just committed himself to this woman for the rest of his life.

This day can’t go by any slower. How is he supposed to celebrate this? Marriage was the last thing he wanted. But ever since they reclaimed Mandalore, other members of the clan have been getting married left and right; finally feeling like they have a permanent place to live, it only felt right. And so that’s what Din did. He chose May, a fellow member of the Children of the Watch to be his riduur. He figured he liked her well enough; respected her well enough so she would be a fine riduur. Or so he hopes.

The Armorer leads the way back to the rest of the Mandalorians, a bountiful celebration ready to take place. All this attention on himself makes Din uncomfortable. But this is what he chose and now he has to deal with the consequences no matter how unbearable or overwhelming it may be.

It’s a lot, just a never-ending string of people wishing him well it seems. He does his best to be polite; these are people he’s known his whole life basically or new members of the recently intertwined community. But eventually it proves to be too much and he needs to excuse himself. He scans the room for Grogu, just to make sure he’s okay. And he is. Of course he is; playing with some of the tribe’s younglings. He is another reason Din did this, getting married and all. Din thought it was important for Grogu to have a “real” family. It’s a multifaceted issue. Between the peer pressure, the pressure he put on himself to be a devoted member of the tribe, and the pressure he put on himself to be the best father he can be to Grogu, he made this decision… This lifelong, unbreakable decision

…Maybe he should’ve given this a second thought. Because now he’s bonded to May for life. No getting divorced, no getting remarried… Unless he wants to become an apostate again – and he knows that feeling all too well, a feeling he’d never like to revisit.

He heads back to his new house; a simple utilitarian home made of stone, stone being one of the few resources here on Mandalore. It’s not like his home on Nevarro, complete with all the furnishings and a pond for Grogu in the front. The home on Nevarro also happens to be… a secret. Not on purpose. He just never told May about it. And now he thinks he’ll keep it that way. Not even because he wants to bring a flurry of women there, but because it’ll be nice to have a place of his own that only he knows about.

He senses a presence behind him. Turning around slowly he sees May, the visor of her helmet glued to her gloved hands, fiddling nervously.

“Got to be too much for you, too?” she asks softly.

“Just overwhelming… That’s all,” he says stiffly.

“Do you think…” she starts, taking a step closer to him.

“Do you think it’s time?” she finishes.

“...Time for what?”

“Time for… you know,” she says, visor still fixed on her hands.

“Oh,” he spits out, realizing what she’s insinuating.

Now that they’re riduurs they can show each other, and only each other, their faces.

“Now?” he asks.

“There’s no one else around. And we’re in our home…” she says, a smile evident in her voice, a smile Din would soon get to see.

Seeing your riduur’s face for the first time is arguably the best part of a Mandalorian wedding, most would agree. Except for the fact that Din is scared beyond words. He’s staring down the barrel of the rest of his life, the face he’ll wake up to everyday, the face of the mother of his future children.

“Okay,” he says, taking a deep breath.

At the same time they both reach for their helmets, lifting them up from the bottom and hearing the hiss of the modulator. Din’s worried about what she’ll think of him, sure. But he’s also worried about what she’ll look like, if she’ll be attractive. He feels bad thinking that way but he’s a man, he has needs. He supposes it’s not an unreasonable request to have the woman he’s going to be married to for the rest of his life be physically attractive to him.

He holds his helmet against his side, closing his eyes until she’s ready.

“Din?” she asks softly.

“Hmm?”

“Are you ready?”

“...Yes.”

He opens his eyes to see May, standing in front of him. And to put it plainly, she’s just… fine. Not inherently ugly, not overly beautiful, just… fine. It could’ve been a lot worse. He was also hoping he would feel the spark when he saw her but he just doesn’t. Maybe it’ll happen over time but he also hoped he’d feel the spark for his own riduur on his wedding day.

Can this day go by any slower?

It’s been about fifteen rotations since the wedding. They’re in the “honeymoon stage” (if you could even call it that). Grogu seems to like May well enough which is good. Her and Din have found a happy medium of… tolerating each other. But he’s itching for some freedom, some time away from her as horrible as that sounds.

They’re standing outside their house, watching Grogu waddle around outside and get more accustomed to his new home planet when Din turns to her and says, “You know I’m still a member of the Bounty Hunter’s Guild on Nevarro.”

“Oh?”

“I was thinking I could go get a job or two… you know… to support us.”

“Okay.” she says, not questioning the idea.

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s for us.”

“Right.”

“When will you leave?”

“This afternoon. Once I leave the atmosphere I’ll send a transmission to Karga.”

“Okay. Do you need any help preparing for the journey?”

“Not necessary,” he says curtly, scooping Grogu up into his arms.

“But take care of him when I’m gone?” he asks, passing him off to her.

“Of course. He’s our son now. Why wouldn’t I?”

The term makes him sick, “our son”. But he says nothing, offering a nod before walking to the Razor Crest to make sure it’s ready for the journey.

He takes off in the early afternoon, feeling a bit of relief he’ll be on his own for at least a little while. He bids May and Grogu farewell before getting in the Crest and taking off. He knows Grogu is safe here with the other Mandalorians. They’d all lay down their lives to protect him.

And now he’s alone in his ship, feeling like he’s in the days before he got married; before he even had Grogu. He sends Karga a transmission letting him know he’s on the way to collect a job before setting his course to Nevarro.

Din enjoys solitude during the few rotations that it takes to get to Nevarro, taking the time to reclaim a space of his own again and have a chance to feel “free”. Deep down he knows it’s only a fleeting moment but once that he’ll savor until he’s forced to return home.

Once he arrives at Nevarro he rests at his house for the night. The house is still bare bones essentially, not many furnishings inside. He’s been too busy on Mandalore with the others to make the journey here to complete his new home. But now that he’s going to be coming here more frequently, perhaps it’s time to make this house a home away from home… his home away from home, no one else’s.

In the morning he heads to Karga’s, feeling a little excited that he’ll be exploring the galaxy once again. If there’s something Din learned over the past few months being anchored down on Mandalore, it’s that he doesn’t like to be anchored down in one place too long. It’s one thing to have a home base, sure. But Din’s old life led him to explore all corners of the galaxy and he’s missed that lately.

“Well look who it is!” Karga says as Din walks in, his booming voice spreading across the room.

“Long time, no see,” he continues, “Where have you been? Thought I’d never see you use that place on the outskirts of town.”

“I’ve been on Mandalore.”

“I see. Where’s the little critter?”

“He stayed back… with my riduur.”

“Your what?”

Kriff, why did he say that? Din isn’t one for interpersonal relationships. Maybe it’s because he’s dying to let his frustrations out; dying to tell someone how he feels. But he fears Karga, or anyone else for that matter, wouldn’t get it; wouldn’t understand where he’s coming from. So he decides to explain to Karga what a riduur is and say nothing more.

“My… wife,” Din says.

“Wow, congratulations! Didn’t peg you as the marriage type. But it’s nice that your little green fellow has a mother now.”

“He’s very happy,” Din says through gritted teeth.

“Well, enough of the pleasantries. Let me get you your tracking fob,” Karga says, reaching into his pocket.

“Here,” he says, handing the fob off to Din, “Tannon Rene, just your typical low life. Owes a wealthy family here a large sum of credits but ran off once he realized he couldn’t pay them back. Rumor is he’s hiding at an inn on Naboo, in the capital city.”

“Got it. Shouldn't be too long,” Din says, turning and leaving.

“See you when you return!” Karga calls out.

Din offers a small wave over his shoulder and sets off towards the Crest. Walking through the streets of Nevarro has him feeling nostalgic for the life he used to live, back when it was just him and Grogu, taking bounties as they come. At least this way he can feel a small sliver of this old life with also a new place to call home.

It’s still relatively early in the morning, and it takes a little over a full rotation to get to Naboo. He should be there mid morning on the next cycle there, ready to hit the ground running on this bounty.

Naboo is just coming into Din’s sight. He’s never been here before but from what he can tell it’s a beautiful planet, very green and full of nature. He lands his ship on the outskirts of Theed, parking it in a grassy field.

He heads into the city, grass turning into sandy colored stones under his feet. Soon enough he’s met with ornate architecture, the buildings decorative and intricate. He feels out of place here. He is out of place here. He’s met with stares as he walks through the streets, but that’s typical for him. Some people aren’t accustomed to seeing a Mandalorian in their day to day life, much less one with the flashiest silver beskar you’ve ever seen. As he gets closer to the city center, the buildings start to be adorned with pastel green domed roofs – he’s getting closer to the palace. He walks past a cantina and does a double take.

This would be a good place to gain intel, he thinks to himself.

He goes inside and cantina was the wrong word to describe this place. It’s too… fancy. It’s more like a lounge, an upscale one at that, a far cry from the ones he’s used to on Nevarro and Tatooine. He’s met with more stares as he walks through the lounge, taking a seat at the bar in the center of the room. The bartender, a tall human male, goes to ask him for his order but Din puts his hand up and says, “No need. I’m looking for an inn.”

“There’s several. Are you looking to stay close to the city center or on the outskirts?”

“What’s cheaper?”

“The outskirts. I assume you’re going after a bounty.”

“Maybe.”

“Well I may have some information,” the bartender says.

“Oh?”

“The Star-Lux. Pretty nice for a budget inn. If you’re standing facing the palace, make a left, and keep going down. It’ll be the last inn on the outskirts of the city. The girl at the front desk is real pretty; a sweetheart. You think your bounty’s there? Talk her up and I’m sure she’ll tell you what you need to know.”

“Thanks,” he says, rising from the bar stool.

The bartender offers a small nod of his head and Din walks away, feeling all the sets of eyes on him as he exits. He follows the directions he was given, heading to the palace before making a left. He thinks about what the bartender said about talking up the girl at the counter… Din is not good at that; not good at flirting… at all.

He eventually reaches the Star-Lux at the edge of the city, a building that matches the surrounding architecture with a modest sign written in Aurebesh. The tracking fob in his pocket is going crazy, beeping and vibrating strongly upon arriving at the Star-Lux. He heads inside and immediately spots the front desk situated in the back of the room. And that’s when he sees you for the first time. The bartender was right- you’re pretty, gorgeous even. He feels guilty for thinking that knowing he has a riduur back home but he can’t help it. You’re easy on the eyes and his legs feel like jelly as he walks closer to you. He’s cheated death numerous times and faced off with some of the biggest threats of the galaxy but just walking towards you, a pretty girl, has him weak in the knees.

You look up from your data pad and raise an eyebrow at him. He doesn’t blame you. A Mandalorian sauntering over to your front desk is a strange sight. The visor of his helmet trails up and down your form, what he can see from behind the desk anyway. He takes note of your name on the name tag you're wearing pinned to your dress; a dress in a color that suits your eyes with a low cut neckline... exposing your collarbone and your cleavage. He feels his cock twitch in his flight suit.

“How can I help you?” you ask. Five words. Five words is all it takes for his attraction to you to grow deeper.

“I’m… looking for someone.”

“…Okay?”

“I’m looking for Tannon Rene. He’s here.” he says, holding out the tracking fob and holding it out in his palm.

“I’m not allowed to just hand out information about a guest,” you say, folding your arms.

Kriff when you do that your breasts are pushed together, defining your cleavage even more. He rests his elbow on the desk, leaning forward towards you. It’s time to pull out the flirting.

“You… come here often?”

“…I work here,” you laugh.

Oh Maker, he’s so stupid. He’s not good at this. He’s not one to flirt. He’s not one to go after women… they normally come after him, as bad as that sounds.

“Right,” he says, letting out a nervous laugh.

“...Like I said, can’t give out any information about a guest.”

“You know… you’d look good with a helmet on,” he tries next.

“Excuse me?!” you say, face contorting into anger.

“I’m sorry- I meant- I’m-I’m a Mandalorian. It’s just part of our culture, it wasn’t an insult,” he says, the words coming out in an endless stream.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “It’s okay,” you say, looking at him again.

It’s almost like you can sense how hard he’s trying (and also failing), almost like you’re feeling bad for him.

You let out a sigh. “Fine. He might be in room 122. But you didn’t hear that from me. Got it?” you say sternly, pointing a finger at him.

Din can’t believe his luck. It worked. His poor excuse for flirting actually worked.

“Th-Thank you,” he manages to spit out.

You gesture down the hallway and he follows your direction, nodding at you as he walks. He stops at a door labeled 122 and decides to knock, pretending he’s inn personnel.

Knock knock. “Mr. Rene? We have a question about your stay.”

He hears a voice cough behind the door. “Just a minute.”

Din takes a moment to get his blaster drawn and places another hand on the handcuffs attached to his belt. There’s some shuffling behind the door and finally, it opens. Karga was right… This guy is a low life.

“What the-” he starts but Din points the blaster against his chest.

He raises his arms and starts rambling. “Please, I mean no trouble. Is this about credits? I got credits. Hang on-”

Din sighs and pulls out the tracking fob, holding it out in front of him.

“Kriff,” he sighs, “Do what you gotta do I guess.”

Poor guy probably realized has no match in a fight against Din. This outcome is safer but… sort of boring. He lets Din cuff without so much as a scuffle before dragging him down the hallway and back into the lobby.

“Thanks again,” he says, turning his helmet to look at you. His visor trails down to your cleavage involuntarily and you pick up on it, giggling and offering a small wave.

“Anytime, Mando.”

His cock twitches in his flight suit again. But it doesn’t last long because Tannon is already complaining about how tight his cuffs are. He walks out of the inn, fighting the urge to turn and get one last look at you before dragging Tannon back to the Crest.

The journey back to the Guild is uneventful. Din ended up carbon freezing Tannon because he wouldn’t shut up, asking Din all sorts of questions about his ship and Mandalorians that Din just did not have the patience for.

He lands back on Nevarro and Karga’s guys unload Tannon from the Crest while he collects his credits.

“So you’ve still got it, huh?” Karga teases, counting out Din’s credits.

“Still got it,” Din affirms.

“Taking another?”

“No. I have to return to Mandalore soon.”

“Gotta get back to the wife, the old ball and chain, huh?” Karga chuckles.

“Something like that,” Din says, taking the credits from Karga and offering a tip of his helmet before leaving.

Din could go home right now… But he could also go back to the house he has here and crash for a few hours before leaving. He gives into his temptations and heads to the house on the outskirts of town, thinking he’ll get some much needed rest. However… he can’t stop thinking about you; thinking about your cleavage and your voice and the way you pointed your finger at him. Maker, why did that do it for him?

As soon as he gets to the house he heads for the bedroom, sitting on the bed and taking his cock out. It’s been a long time since he’s had any action to say the least. He hasn’t done anything with May yet. He really doesn’t have the urge to… but he knows he can’t hold her off forever. She’ll want to raise warriors with him.

He puts May out of his mind for right now and goes back to thinking about you, stroking his cock to the memory of his brief interaction with you. It doesn’t take long for his imagination to take control, imagining what you would look like underneath him, crying on his cock, whimpering his name.

Kriff, Din. Really? he thinks to himself.

The shame doesn’t last long, though. Because before he knows it his cum is spilling over his fist. He already came, and it was a hard orgasm, too. Except he now feels… guilty; guilty because he just stroked his cock to the thought of another woman when his riduur is waiting at home for him with his son. Maker, he feels terrible. But a small voice in the back of his mind is telling him to go see you again. He considers it briefly but ultimately that will have to wait. He goes to bed and of course, he’s dreaming of you.

It’s morning again. Time to go back to Mandalore, something he’s already dreading. He’s had his taste of freedom but it’s time to go back to reality now. He leaves his house and heads into the town center, stopping to get one last look at it before leaving and wondering when he’ll return. He stops at the market and grabs some supplies; some rations, blankets, pottery, and some scrap metal, before going back to the Crest. He takes off with a sigh, already feeling like the journey home will be long and dreadful.

He was correct, the journey back to Mandalore dragged on, feeling like it was twice as long as the journey to Nevarro a few rotations prior. He breaches the atmosphere and lands not too far from his house. As he unloads the ship May walks over with Grogu in her arms. He greets Din with an excited babble.

“How was it?” May asks.

“Not bad. Got us some supplies.”

“Thank you, Din,” she says kindly, “Where did you have to go?”

“Ferrix.”

He lies. It came out naturally. He doesn’t even understand why he’s lying to her. Sure, he feels guilty for masturbating while thinking of you but technically nothing incriminating happened.

“Hopefully the bounty didn’t give you too much trouble.”

“He didn’t. Surrendered quickly.”

“That’s good… I’m just about to make dinner if you want any,” she offers, walking back to the house alongside him.

“That’s okay. I’m pretty tired from the journey.”

“Of course,” she says softly, “I’ll keep some left over for you.”

“Thanks,” he says curtly, heading inside and going straight to the bedroom.

He collapses on the bed and already starts to feel sleepy. Once again, consumed with thoughts of you.

Chapter Two

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