#Mandalorian x y/n

[eitaababe]

˗ˏˋ WON'T HAVE YOU ! ´ˎ˗

din djarin x reader.

this is 100% self indulgent LMAO, based off of kanej from six of crows :) (maybe ooc mando?? it's my first time writing for him lol it might be iffy)

warnings — mentions of blood / injuries, shooting, typical star wars fights

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You sat on Din's cot in the Razor Crest, desperately trying to get the whining green baby to sleep. Mando was off, collecting another bounty for credits whilst you were left here babysitting. It was part of the deal, after all.

He took you in for protection, and you would prove yourself useful.

Din had found you on one of his hunts for a bounty— well, more like you had found him.

You were being held captive by the very man he was after, and when you ran into the Mandalorian you quickly made an alliance with him, leading him straight to the bounty.

You told Mando little of your past, and he knew better than to push. What he did know, was that you needed out and could be a valuable assest, showing your expertise in mechanics and skilled fighting.

You would almost, dare say, consider the new arrangement, safe for you.

Which was new from what you'd ever known, always trapped and having to report back to the same place all your life. Without knowing if you had a real family out there or not, without knowing how much more of your life you'd have to live.

So yeah, you could get pretty used to this.

A sound of the hatch opening caught your attention, meeting the familiar beskar helmet. You were silent for a moment, trying to hide your excitement at his return when you noticed his limp.

"What happened?" You asked, setting Grogu down carefully and rushing to help him.

"Bounty." Came a curt response, and you couldn't say you were shocked at his cold demeanor.

You almost rolled your eyes in the vagueness of his answer, "Very descriptive, Mando."

No response.

Huffing, you grabbed a kit, handing it over to him.

"Thank you." Was his only response as he tried his best to walk normally over to a nearby table, opening up the kit.

Watching silently as he removed some of his armor (never the helmet, you came to learn), you saw him slightly lift the cloth worn underneath, a wound on the back of his torso. He hissed as he reached back, struggling to clean off the blood.

"Let me help you," you finally spoke up, being met with the stubborn look that you were somehow able to understand underneath his helmet. "Din."

At the call of his name he finally complied, handing over the clumped up rag, turning around.

With shaky breaths you dabbed the cloth in water, hoping to clean the wound up a bit before applying any bacta.

You moved slow, hesitant towards his bare side, the rag finally making contact with him. He jumped at the touch, clearly holding back any noises of pain. "Sorry," you mumbled, retracting your hand away for just a second. "But I have to clean it up before I can put any bacta on."

Finally being able to focus on the task at hand, but still moving carefully, you cleaned it up the best you could, setting the dirty towel aside and spraying bacta on the wound, practically wincing with Din anytime he jolted suddenly.

"Finished." You called out, and only when he turned, helmet almost meeting your face, then did you realize just how close the two of you really were.

"Thank you. Again." He breathed quietly, also aware of the close proximity. Neither of you daring to break away, you bath sat silently on stools, and for a moment, you swear you saw him lean just forward, his hand twitching to meet yours.

You find yourself caught in whatever trance this was, heart beating rapidly—

When the cooing of Grogu on the floor snaps you back.

"I should, um," you stumbled across your words, clumsily standing to grab the little one. "Take him. You should probably wrap that. So it doesn't get infected, or anything."

Only nodding in response, the Mandalorian stayed and watched as you walked further and further away from him, out of reach.

Once again.

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You go weeks without addressing anything of the situation.

You tagged along with Mando in the next bounty hunt, leaving the ship and Grogu in Peli's hands as you stopped at Tatooine.

The mission consisted of someone who was associated with the man who once held custody of you— who on a technicality, still did. And you'd be lying if you said you weren't terrified of the chance of you having to go back to that life once more, but found solace in the fact he was captured previously.

You and Din split up, figuring secrecy was best suited for this mission. Stealth was always your forte, and clearly not his. He stood out too much with the armor, of course.

So you two went separate routes to the coordinates, as you took to the rooftops and Mando by streets. You'd kept him in your line of sight for the most part, seeing him successfully locate his way.

"I'm here." You quietly called to the comms, standing on top of the roof of the supposed building.

"Going in." He replied as you watched him head into the building, you looking for a nearby latch or window to sneak in through.

Your plans were cut short, however, when a bullet hits you in the arm.

"Fuck!" You cried out, crawling over to hide behind a large chimney. The shots fired towards the bricks, debris flying. You pulled out your gun, shooting from over your shoulder, taking the sniper out. "Mando! I've been compromised!" Not bothering to listen for a response you peeked in the direction of the (now dead) shooter.

You quickly learned that there were more than one, though, when more shots were fired from a different direction. You ripped off a piece of your sleeve and wrapped it around your arm for good measure on the bullet wound, and dropped from the rooftop to behind the building, shielding yourself from sight.

"Where is she?"

"I don't see her!"

You put your gun back in its pouch, opting for a knife. You followed the voices, locating them and lurking behind before taking them out, trying to find a way inside the cantina Din went inside when you were tazed, groaning in pain as you fell to the ground.

"Did you really think you would get away so easily, little bird?"

Your heart sunk to your stomach at the familiar voice, looking up to see the very face you hoped you wouldn't.

"Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled, and you were paralyzed, unable to move as he stood over you. "I won't let you get away, not this time. You'll never—"

A simple three shots ended his rant.

"Y/n!"

Your head whipped around to meet the Mandalorian, bending over to check on you. "What happened?"

Almost too much was going on for you to process, you didn't even realize the beads of tears that ran down your cheeks. Too much that you didn't realize how the Mandalorian, the very same, stoic one who mostly only spoke to either Grogu or to say thank you, the very same one who never let you get too close for comfort, was on his knees. For you.

"I'm- I-" you breathed, the floodgates rushing open. You silently leaned into his chest, and for once, Din didn't push you away.

"Let's just get you back to the Crest, alright?"

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After a brief explanation and some calming down, Peli left you and Mando in the newly fixed Crest, still keeping Grogu inside, both of you insisting not to wake him from his nap yet.

Still shocked, you sat down silently, doing nothing but staring at a wall. You were so numb that you didn't even notice Din taking out the kit, tending to your wound as you did his not too long ago. For once, the closeness didn't affect you whatsoever, the same voice repeating itself in your head over and over again.

"You won't get away this time."

You succumb to the thoughts of your head, still scared, despite knowing he was gone and who was beside you.

"Hey," Din's voice called out to you, your glossy eyes snapping over to meet his helmet. "He's gone now. You don't answer to him anymore. He's gone and he doesn't own you. You're free."

The words you waited to hear all your life don't feel as good as you thought they would.

Freedom was something you once thought was unattainable, something you dreamt of. But now that you have it?

It almost feels just as horrifying.

"You can do anything you've ever wanted to do," Din continued. "You can leave. Be free of this place, go wherever."

"I could leave?" You inquired. The thought of what you'd do now that you have a life that's your own and only yours has crossed your mind just a few times, and not in many of those thoughts have you thought about leaving Din and Grogu.

But would it be for the better?

You contemplate your decisions, would they even want you to stay? They were doing just fine on their own before you even arrived, they clearly would be just fine if you left. Figuring it was an invitation to leave you wordlessly get up, turning your back to him.

"You could also stay."

Four simple words make you stop in your tracks, and cowardly, you don't look back at him. "And why should I?"

"Because I want you to," He speaks, and after all this time, only now are you able to detect the emotion in his voice. You turn around to the beskar covered man, never seeing him look so small. "For him. For us."

For a moment you think he's talking about both himself and Grogu, but you understand that when he says us, he means you and him. And it should be heartwarming, it should make you want to jump into his arms and accept, but it only makes you angry.

"Us?" You repeat, and in a tone that chills him to his core. "There is no us, Din."

He's pleading now, and if only you could see his expression under the mask. "Please."

"And if I stay?" You push, walking slowly towards him. "How will I have you?"

"All of me."

You only shake your head, knowing it wasn't possible. "All of you, with a full armor of beskar every night. All of you, with short and meaningless conversations. All of you, with gloves on and hands I'll never get to truly hold. All of you, with lips that will never touch and a face I'll never see."

"My creed-"

"This isn't about your creed, Din Djarin," you practically whisper, scared if you talk any louder your voice will crack. And Din knows, Maker he does, that this isn't about his creed. It isn't about the armor that he's wearing but about the armor he puts up, about the space that he's put between you two and what he guards his heart with.

"If you think for a moment that this is about what you wear," you pause, and Din has never wanted you to see his expression underneath his helmet more than his does in this moment. "Then you really don't know me at all. If I cannot have you, truly have you, without the armor," you press against his chest plate with a light hand, and stuck in place, he doesn't give into the instinct to hold it.

"Then I won't have you at all."

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[neo-nomatrix]

She’s a princess, and you’re a Mandalorian

That’s something no amount of potion will ever change

Din Djarin x reader

summary: A princess has fallen in love with a mandalorian, and he can’t seem to figure out why

a/n: reader is from the made up kingdom of Avana

word count: 824

Mandalorians do not love, it’s simply a fact. If someone so happens to fall in love with one it would never be a princess.

You met Din Djarin when he crashed outside of the grounds of your kingdom. Villagers who lived near the gates of Avana soon started to talk about the mysterious ship that landed in the forest.

“Princess! Have you heard?” One of your mothers advisors asked.

“Heard what?”

“The ship that crashed outside, near the forest,” she said.

“Is anyone going to help?” You wonder.

“Technically, it’s not our grounds, so we don’t have to,” she finished before getting back to her papers.

How could they do that? Just leave someone, presumably helpless all on their own? You honestly thought it was horrible how they decided to just look the other way. You decided to take the matter and do something about it.

You packed a small bag with food, water, first aid, and a small dagger just in case. As you approach the ship you can tell it’s been through a lot of damage. Half of it is lodged into the ground with plenty of scratches and marks to prove its been through hell and back.

You enter through the small opening on the side of the ship, prying open the metal.

“Maker,” you whisper to yourself as you take in your surroundings.

“Hello!” Your voice echoes through the ship, yet no response.

You search through each room until you reach the cockpit. You glide your hands on the panels and intricate details of the room. Your hand grazes over a leaver that’s clearly had the top screwed off, wondering how that would even happen.

You halt in your steps as you feel the front of a blaster pressed against your head. Your shaky hands are lifted in the air as you slowly turn around.

“Who are you?” A gruff, muffled voice says, less of a question and more of a demand.

“I just want to help you,” You say, slightly scared.

“Answer the question.”

“I’m the princess of the kingdom who’s gates you’ve crashed in front of,” You say slightly aggressively.

“We have mechanics, we can fix your ship,” you mention.

“They sent a princess to look at a shipwreck? Without backup? I’m doubtful,” He says, finally putting down his blaster.

Dank Farrick, he’s got a hot voice.

“You can trust me okay? If you do, you're more than welcome to stay in the castle. Have a bed, a warm meal,” you offer.

“What’s the catch?” He wonders.

“You have to talk to me. Have dinner with me, I swear you’ll enjoy it,” you promise.

He starts to wonder why you’re acting like this. Why you’re treating a stranger with such kindness.

“Fine,” he relents.

_

You send mechanics out to the wreck and you bring the man to your castle.

“It’s breathtaking don’t you think?” You ask him as you sit down at the table, pointing out the paintings on the ceiling.

“Quite,” he murmurs.

“What are you?” You ask, taking a spoonful of soup.

“I’m a mandalorian. I’m afraid I can’t take off my helmet to eat,” he admits.

“Oh that’s alright, I don’t mind.”

“Why are you doing this? I haven’t done anything to spark your kindness, so why?” He asks.

“I don’t know why, but I seem to have taken a liking to you. One that I cannot explain. But it’s a feeling I've had since we first met,” you smile.

Love. That feeling is love. You and the mandalorian both know it.

“What will it take for me to see your face?”

“We would need to be bonded by blood.” He says.

“Hm, interesting,” you say, eating more of your soup.

“I still don’t understand. You’re a princess, I am not the kind of person you should be taking a liking to.”

“Are you saying you don’t like me?” You wonder.

“No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying you shouldn’t like me.” He says.

“But I do! I really do. And, once your ship is fixed, I’d like to go with you wherever you’re going. I know that’s a lot to say but I think it would be nice.”

“It’s dangerous. It’s not the kind of place for someone like you. There would be a point that I won’t be able to protect you. And that’s something I'm not willing to do,” he admits.

“I know you might not believe it but I don’t need protection. I do just fine on my own,” You say, but you know he’s still not convinced.

The back and forth goes on between the two of you before he reaches a decision.

“If I take, and I mean if, you do whatever I say, when I say it. No questions, you just do it. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” you respond.

Din still doesn’t understand why you like, maybe even love him so much, but he definitely isn’t complaining.

[prettypiscesgal]

Just call my name - Din Djarin

Summary: After Mando suffers a head injury, you’re quick to go help, even though he denies he needs it

Warnings: none

Listen while reading:

Ain’t no mountain high enough - Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell

“Mando!” You shout, watching him lay on the ground, groaning in pain, his head was lolling back and forth as if trying to keep himself conscious.

He managed to take down the bounty, but not without taking a few blows. You watched as he collapsed on the floor once he completed the bounty. Now, you were sprinting towards him.

“Mando.” You say, collapsing on your knees beside him and shaking his shoulders. “Come on, time to get up. The kid has been whining for you.” You say, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and helping him up.

He groans as you bring him to his feet before he pushes away from you, “M’fine.” He gruffly replies, straightening himself out.

You scoff at him. He always just wants to seem so tough. You know he took a hard blow to the head, you only hope it’s not too bad. You don’t know how to treat it when you couldn’t take off his helmet. “Mando.. You’re stumbling around. Just let me help.”

“N-no, it’s fine.” He stutters out, stumbling towards the ship. “Just need to take a lil nap..”

He sounds drunk and you’re nervous. Why’d he always have to be so stubborn? “Mando, you’re not fine. And you can’t go to sleep, you could have a concussion.”

“Pfft. Concussion? Nuh-uh” You almost want to laugh at how he tipsy he sounds. He turns around to look at you, motioning to himself, “I’m in perfect condition.”

“Really?” You cross your arms, raising your eyebrows.

“Yes. Watch.” He does a couple spins, as if that is supposed to prove anything. Then, he begins to fall toward, catching himself as you reach out, ready to catch him.

He giggles to himself and now you’re really concerned. Tired of his antics, you grab his hand and drag him towards the ship. He stumbles messily behind you, trying to keep up as you drag him.

Stepping onto the ship, you throw him into a chair and go search through the medicine cabinet. The most you can do is find some pills for him to take. You hear a soft cooing and turn around to find Mando on his stomach, feet kicking in the air and he plays with the kid.

“Aww, you’re so cute aren’t you?” He whispers to the little child, rubbing his ears as it happily coos.

You smile to yourself, pulling Mando up by his cape and plopping him back into the chair. Him and the child both whine at the fact you have broken them apart.

“Okay, I found some medicine I need you to take. It’s our best option. Do you have any other injuries?” You asks, wanting know if there is something you can treat without breaking his creed.

“No, ma’am.” He replies, you can hear the smile in his voice and if makes you flush.

“I’ll leave you alone to take it then. Do not fall asleep.” You point a stern finger at him. He nods once in reply.

You pick up the child on your way out, glancing back one more time before climbing into the cockpit. You hear him mutter what sounded like, “Night, mesh’la.”

-

“Mando?” You call out. No response.

You curse as you climb down from the cockpit. You hope he isn’t asleep, but you know deep down he probably is. You just hope his helmet is still on.

You thank Maker when you find him passed out, helmet still on, but at least the medicine is gone. You smile softly, walking over and shaking him.

“Mando?” You whisper, “C’mon, time to get up.”

He groans, shaking his head in protest before turning to look at you. You give him a soft smile, thankful that he isn’t dead.

“How’re you feeling?” You ask.

“Better.” He grumbles, seeming like his old self again, “Sorry about..”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s quite funny to see the big bad Mandalorian giggling and spinning around.”

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle and you know if you could see his face he would be beet red. “Yeah..”

“I’ll go get you some water.” You say, starting to walk away before a hand grabs onto you.

“Thank you.” He says softly, the softest you’ve ever heard him say anything. Your whole face flushes at the sudden intimacy.

“You’re welcome, Mando.” You mutter back at him sheepishly, eyes trained on his helmet as if you could see his eyes from underneath it.

“Din.” He replies.

“Gesundheit.” You reply, turning to leave again and he chuckles.

“No. Din. That’s my name.” You turn back to him in shock.

“What?” You gasp, running back over to him as he stands up on wobbly knees.

“Mando, why would you tell me that?” You rush out nervously, “Is that breaking your creed-”

“Shh.” He replies, cutting you off as he holds your arms, trying to calm you down. “Don’t worry about it, mesh’la”

“You said that last night.”

“Said what?”

“Mesh’la.” You murmur, looking up at his helmet and seeing your reflection in it, “What does it mean?”

He goes silent, just staring down at you. The only sense you have that he hasn’t knocked out again is his hands, which are now brushing down your arm to hold your hands in his. You look down at the gesture with a blushing face.

“Beautiful.” He finally speaks and it catches you offguard.

“Huh?”

“It means beautiful.” He admits, bringing your hand up to his helmet and holding it against where his cheek would be, sighing as if he could feel the touch.

“Are you sure you’re not shitting me and it actually means dickwad or something?” You whisper and smile brightly when you’re met with a deep chuckle.

“I would never lie about something like that.” He whispers in reply and you feel your face heat up. “You’re a little red. You alright?”

You can hear the teasing in his voice and you roll your eyes at him, “Fuck you, Din.”

“Not what I expected to hear when you first said my name, but it still sounds so good coming from you.” He admits and you’re not sure you could get anymore red.

“You know, you should get a concussion more often. It makes you such a romantic.” You tease him and he laughs, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, the cool metal a harsh contrast against your burning skin.

“As long as you take care of me after.”

“You know I always will. Just call my name, Din.”

“I always will, Y/N.”

[darknessawaits28]

The Chronicles of The Mandalorian and Boba Fett~(love triangle) Chapter 1

Storyline: This is the story of a young warrior (y/n), that fought all across the galaxy, earning a name that brought fear to the ears of many. Life was as good as it can be, until the Empire took that away, giving her the heart of an ice spider. She had no choice but to go into hiding, after all, there was still a bounty to her head. So, she decided to do the simplest job that anyone could possibly do; bounty hunting. Though bounty hunting was a dangerous profession, something that she could obviously handle, but it could sometimes lead to unforsaken enemies and possible lovers. Well, who shall we meet on this journey? 

Warnings: Well, it can be fluffy at times but there are going to be scenes that might offend or be inappropriate to many. With that being said, this story contains; Fluff, Choking, oral sex (F receiving), Fingering, Sex, Doggy style, Blood, Violence, Cursing, masturbating etc. There is also notions of injections and medical stuff. There is a lot more stuff but Enjoy lovies!

(Note: This is not following the exact story of the star wars trilogy, it will have a lot of pieces from Mandalorian, Boba Fett, and maybe include already known characters)

(Second Note: I haven't continued this story in a while, I will have to watch back the films to remember most of the scenes so it will take me some time to continue writing, but stay tuned for updates!)

(On another note: Thank you lovies for all your love and support, hope you enjoy the story) :3

Chapter 1: The Beginning of a long journey

It was a long cold night, sounds of the cackling fire pressed against your inner ear as you sat upon the grassy meadows of Tython. Tears began to overwhelm you as you remembered the tragedy that happened on Coruscant, your parents and masters that trained you, slaughtered before your very eyes by the so called Empire. If your master was here, he would probably say, 'This is not the time to cry and act childish, you are in a world were you have to take care of yourself, not matter the cost.' A bit heartless, but he was right, a warrior like yourself could not just sit here and cry because you lost loved ones. We all loose loved ones eventually. You were a warrior, built to take any blow by any man, woman, or machine. That strength earned you the title of 'The blood seeker', a dark name that everyone knew, especially the Empire. Having two red light sabers can attract a lot of attention (another reason why you were called the blood seeker), but you belonged to no creed, no caste, not anything. You were neither Jedi nor Sith, you were just you, a simple girl using the force to protect the innocent and seek revenge when necessary. 

        As you thought about this, you pulled out a small journal, opening it to see the pictures of your family, friends, masters, it struck a nerve inside you; your sadness turning into burning hatred.

"I will kill them all....if its the last thing I do..." you mumbled under your breathe, standing to your two feet.

Slowly but surely you walked over to a woody tree, tugging at both your light sabers from your leg pouches, unsheathing them with a hum that echoed against your ears.

"They will suffer" you yelled as you chopped the tree, slashing it into pieces as if it were the enemy. "You took everything from me!" A another slash could be heard echoing. "I will kill your children!" A slash again. And again. And again, until there was nothing left to cut. You panted heavily as you stood before the tree that was no more, sheathing your lightsaber back into your pouches, closing it of course so that you wouldn't cut your leg off.

"I can't keep living on this planet alone, I have to find a something to do, maybe a job that can possibly lead me to the people that hurt my family" You thought, pacing back and forth. Yet, it hit you, "Hmm, how about Nevarro or Tatooine?" "They could possibly have jobs for me to do, or I could possibly just sign up at the nearest bounty hunting guild?" 

        With that in mind, you snuffed out the fire, heading towards the coinvent ship that you stole a long time ago from a degenerate man that wanted to fuck you as payment for this hunk of junk. "I guess we can start at Nevarro, hopefully this piece of shit can survive a hyper jump again, it was a while since I used it" you huffed, closing the hatch door before heading to the cock pit. As you strapped yourself in, you turned towards the stuffed bantha that your father gave you when you were just a little foundling, a soft smile appearing across your face. "I love you papa, and mama" you chuckled, turning back towards the controls.

As you began to press the same buttons you used before, the ship began to whir and purr, the engines turning on quicker than usual, "Okay please for the love of yoda, work!" You begged, as you began to lift off the ground, heading up to the sky of Tython. Once you entered the atmosphere, the ship began to shake, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, worried that this might be your last time alive. But, thankfully, the ship survived the entry into space and you got ready to make the jump to Nevarro.

"Lets knock some heads in!" was the last thing that escaped your lips as you jumped to the planet of Nevarro.

[multific]

See You Soon

Din Djarin x Reader

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3! 

Summary: When Karga learned of his friend's return, he immediately called you to his office.

It was strange for him to call you so suddenly, you thought.

"Perfect time for you to settle down." you heard the sentence as you entered.

"You called, Greef?"

"High Magistrate...Please."

As he moved, the Mandalorian came into your view. You almost fell, you haven't seen him in a long while. Last time you saw him the Child was taken from him.

"Hi." is all you managed. You felt pathetic.

Din was just as frozen as you were. You looked beautiful. Breathtaking. You had a nice dress on, you looked like a Goddess. A Goddess sent to him by the Maker.

Then you noticed the Child and walked over, picking him up as you said hello to him as well, along with a couple kisses and hugs. The Child laughed and giggled with joy upon seeing you. 

He concidered Mando to be his father, and so, you were his mother.

Din's eyes were glued to you even when a droid came to ask the High Magistrate for help.

Once the pirates left and Mando revieled why he was there, you went back to your home. 

You knew he would be back if he wanted the droid fixed.

Couple of hours later, there was a knock on your door, you opened it only to find the beskar covered man in front of you.

"Oh?"

"I ca-We came to say our goodbyes. We are going to get a part." he handed you Grogu as he was reaching for you.

"I really missed both of you." you said smiling at the little one and at the Mandalorian. "I understand you have a mission... as always, but if you just need some food or a bed to sleep in, I have a comfortable one." 

"Thank you for the kind offer. I do not wish to take you guest bedroom."

"I didn't say it was the guest bed." you said as you looked up at his helmet. 

Jus how glad he was he had the thing on.

You handed Grogu back to him.

"Oh, wait a moment." you said before walking into your home, Din took a step forward and was now inside. "Have these. Both of you. I made them, they are sweet." you said as you handed him a box of cookies. "Be safe. See you soon."

He gave you one last nod before exiting your home.

You watched as he walked away. Watching his hips sway as he walked, you recalled what you just said as you groaned at your own stupidity before heading back into the house.

You knew you will see him soon.

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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

UNMASKED - D.D

Warnings: mentions of children, kissing, allusions to sex,

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: you were his bounty hunting partner, and after years of fighting, you were both able to settle down, but is he ready to let go of all the rules he had learnt earlier in life?

Wordcount: 1.6k

As you sat in the razor crest, you didn't feel the usual worry bubbling up in your chest as you pondered whether or not something was going to go wrong. 

You had spent years with him as bounty hunters, hunting down targets and getting yourself into too many battles. You had both been hurt too many times, and you were both done with that now. 

Since you two had met the child, your friendship had blossomed into something else completely. Although you had always had feelings for the masked man who was currently piloting the ship, he had only realised after the battle of Nevarro where he had nearly died that you meant something to him. 

Now, the two of you are floating through your new and improved Razor Crest with Grogu, the three of you a happy family. You both loved each other and loved the child, prepared to do anything for him. 

Your soul was at peace for what felt like the first time since your childhood, and as you watched the child sleeping in his hammock in the sleeping quarters, a smile appeared on your face. 

You wondered what the rest of your life with the Mandalorian was going to be like, whether you two were going to move to some remote planet and never be found again or if he was going to go and rule Mandalorian or if the two of you would have children of your own. 

Sometimes, you wondered what he looked like under the helmet. What his skin felt like under your hand, what colour his eyes were, the texture of his hair, whether he had a beard or not. As much as you understood that his creed made it so that he couldn’t do that, you had always wanted to see him just once. 

You were completely lost in your mind as you thought about this peaceful future where you didn't have to be constantly looking over your shoulder that you didn hear footsteps coming down the ladder. 

You only noticed he was there when you felt the cold press of metal on your neck and you turned back to look at his visor, a smile on your face. 

He had as smile on his face too even though you couldn’t see it through the helmet. He always said that you had the ability to see through the helmet like it wasnt even there, like you were staring into his soul somehow. 

“You tired?” He asked, noticing how late it was. 

You shook your head, hand coming up to brush against the smooth of his helmet, “No, just thinking,”

He chuckled and you smiled at the sound, you were one of the only people who got the privilege of hearing him so free, “That’s dangerous,” he said and you shook your head at his dumb comment, “What were you thinking of?”

“What you look like,” you said and when you noticed him tense up, you knew that the comment was a little too insensitive, “You don’t have to take the helmet off,”

He stepped back, thinking about what you said. There was a tightening in his chest as he thought about everything he was depriving you of in your relationship. You had slept with him before but never been able to see his face. You had felt his body underneath yours countless times but never been able to bury your hands in his hair, never been able to kiss his lips, never been able to see him. 

“I want to,” he said, his voice sounding almost strained, like it pained him that he couldn’t. 

He wanted to kiss you, to feel your lips against his, for you to be able to hear his voice without the modulator on, to wake up next to you without the fear that you’d see his face. 

“I understand what I got into falling in love with a Mandalorian, I made the choice,” you said, hand running down his armoured arm and grabbing onto his gloved hand, “I don’t mind,” 

You pressed a kiss to his gloved knuckles before dropping his hand and walking away to grab something. 

Din spent the rest of the evening thinking about your conversation. Sure, he had always known that if he fell in love there would be boundaries unless she was a Mandalorian but now, as he looked at you feeding the child, he wanted to cast it all off. 

The most important things to his creed was loyalty and family and as he looked at you, he knew that the rules could be bent. You looked over at him, a soft smile on your face aas you realised how tense he looked. 

You wondere whether it was your conversation earlier that had put him on edge but you brushed it off, assuming he was just being his normal brooding self and would calm down later. 

You put Grogu to sleep again after his training had worn him out and as you walked away, you felt a pair of hands on your waist. You smiled to yourself, reaching down and placing your hands over his gloved ones. 

“He’s asleep,” you said, a smirk on your face and just as you were about to turn around, you felt him nuzzle into your neck. 

You froze completely at the feeling of his skin against yours, his soft curls brushing against the underside of your jaw, his stubble gently scratching your neck and his breath warm against your skin. You whispered his name and he pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of your neck and you melted, head leaning back onto his chest. 

“The Mandalorian creed puts family above everything,” he explained before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your skin, “And if we want to have our own family,” he pressed another kiss to the underside of your jaw, listening to the soft sound escaping your lips, “Then I have to make my own rules,”

Gently, he spun you around and you were met with the sight of him, with the sight of a man that you were completely and utterly in love with and he was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. 

You took in every single part of him, the light brush of freckles on his skin, the deep brown of his eyes, the soft facial hair that he adorned. You couldn’t stop looking at him and he couldn’t stop looking at you. 

It was different without the mask on, looking at you and he was never going to get used to it. He had never been this vulnerable before in his life but as you reached a hand up slowly, placing it against his face and brushing the pad of your thumb over his cheek bone, he knew he never wanted to put that mask on again. 

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered, the words soft as you leaned in closer to get a better look at him. You wanted to memorise every single inch of his face so that when he inevitably put that helmet back on you’d be able to look at him and see what was underneath. 

There was a shy smile on his face and you leant in closer, breath mingling with his, “I want to kiss you,” he mumbled and you grinned, biting your lip slightly as you looked into his eyes.

“There’s nothing stopping you,” was all you had to say and then he leaned in closer until your lips were pressing. His hand came up to cradle your face, the other taking its usual place on your back. 

You never thought that a kiss could display this much emotion but as you held him closer, lips moving in sync as neither of you dared to pull away for a breath, you knew he loved you with every fibre of his being. 

You had to pull away to breath, placing your forehead against his with a smile, “Maker, I love you,” you whispered against his lips and he smiled, leaning back in for another kiss. 

Now that you had him like this, you were never going to let him go and he knew that. He knew that now you were going to have the life you’d both always wanted and he didn’t have to be afraid to break the creed. 

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Happy Times

Mando x plus size reader

I’m only going to say this, Pedro Pascal’s happy trail

Warnings: HORNY THOTS, implied smut, happy trail 🫠, little bit of a size kink I’m really not sorry, degradation

WC: 708

Minors DNI

You were fully hypnotised by the sight in front of you. Mando was partially out of his armour, his chest and thigh plates had been stripped away and were placed on his bunk. It was far too hot on this godforsaken planet for any additional layers and he felt safe enough to remove them.

He was reaching up to a panel above his head, cursing as he could quite reach whatever he was looking for. But you didn’t bother to get up and help, nope, you were perched on a small step stool, Grogu passed out next to you and Mando’s tools on your other side.

Your jaw was fully hanging open, your eyes wide, and there might have been a tiny bit of drool by the corner of your mouth. Why were you like this you may wonder? Well that’s because Mando’s shirt was ever so slightly too short on him so every time he reached up above his head, his shirt would ride up and expose a small sliver of skin just above the hem of his pants.

But even more than that, his pants were slightly too big for him so the top sagged, letting you see the glorious thatch of dark hair at the base of his pelvis. And if your eyes dropped just a little lower, you swore you could see-

“Hand me the wrench please.” His helmet was tilted down towards you and you froze. Your entire body came to light with embarrassment at having been caught ogling the bounty hunter.

“Um yeah here.” You handed him the tool and shamefully dropped your eyes to the floor, wanting to simply melt into the metal to escape his knowing gaze. 

It certainly wasn’t the first time you had been staring at the Mandalorian, in fact, you stared at him every chance you could get. Sure, he was huge, big enough to scare people away by just standing in a slightly menacing way, but he was also protective and kind. Plus his voice was sexy as hell. But, this was the first time you had been caught and it made you feel ashamed.

You gasped as a warm finger curled under your soft chin, forcing you to look up. When had he taken off his gloves? “You handed me a screwdriver. You seem distracted, mesh’la, what’s going through that pretty head of yours?” A shiver of desire rolled down your spine as he towered over you, his massive body blocking the light from the setting sun.

Suddenly, there were no thoughts left in your brain besides him. You could almost feel his smirk from behind the shiny metal of his helm. “I wonder what has you so preoccupied? What could possibly be making you so dumb that you gave me a screwdriver and not a wrench, like I asked for?” His tone was so condescending, it made you feel even smaller but there was no true malice in it.

His hand slipped from your chin when you didn’t answer him, instead he cupped your jaw with his massive paw, squeezing just tightly enough to make you gasp. “When I ask you a question, you answer me.”

“Y-yes Mando.” You stammered out, your thighs squeezing together at the pure dominance and power he radiated. He rewarded you with a gentle stroke of his thumb along your jawline.

“That’s a good girl.” He purred as he bent down so his face was level with yours, only a few inches of perfectly buffed metal between you. “Now are you going to tell me what was so distracting or am I going to have to pry it out of you?”

Hundreds of images flashed behind your eyes, each one more smutty than the last as you imagined what exactly he could do to you to get you to talk. Wetness pooled between your shapely legs, soaking through the flimsy panties you wore. “I think you want it the hard way but I need to hear you say it. Beg for it.”

You swallowed thickly, the words getting caught in your throat. Another squeeze freed them. “Please Mando, I want you so badly.” A modulated frown came through the speakers of his helmet before he spoke again.

“Good girl.”

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Stars Collide; Star-Crossed

Summary: Their love was an unexpected journey, a clash of two different worlds. Din Djarin, the skilled bounty hunter, and the young Jedi with a powerful heritage. Together, they embarked on a quest to protect the galaxy and one very special child, learning to trust each other and discovering a bond that transcended their differences.

pairing: Din Djarin x afab!Skywalker!reader

warning: 18+ content, Eventual smut, Unprotected sex, Violence, Blood, Age-Gap, Kidnapping, Domestic Bliss, Fluff, a sprinkle of Angst, Idiots in love, Flirting, possessive!Din, powerful!reader, Jedi!reader, Grogu being adorable, Grogu loves his Ma more than his buir.

Chapters

000. — the prologue — [As the dust settles, Din can't shake the weight of an indescribable feeling. A feeling that he's done something he can never make amends for. Little does he know, fate has plans to intervene and an unknown ally is on their way to his aid.] 001. — the force of nature — [As a bounty hunter, Din has completed his mission, however, he is unbeknownst to the storm that will knock the wind out of him, literally.] 002. — the battle for the baby — [Din and his partner fight as one, their expertise unrivaled as they battle the Imperial agents. Their unwavering determination to protect the Child drives them forward, overcoming every obstacle with fierce resolve.] 003. — the escape — [Din and his partner, along with the droid and the Child, find themselves in a tense standoff with the guild leader Greef Karga. With blasters drawn, they stand united to protect the Child at all costs.]

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Found part 2

Dad!Din Djarin x Teen!GN!yn part 2

Summary: Din bonding with his children; Grogu and YN.

it had been just a few days since Din had taken you in. He was quiet at first but slowly started warming up to you.

One of the first things you noticed about him was how protective he was of you. He took you and Grogu's wellbeing very seriously.

You had gotten sick and are currently in 'bed rest'. It was miserable. You were sweating and your head was aching worst than you'd ever felt before.

You could tell Din was stressed by the way he was acting. He wouldn't let you get up and would do everything for you. He was already like this, but now that your sick it's ten times worst.

He babies you but you just want to get back to normal again. You've been bored out of your mind.

Grogu and you had become close friends. Although you were very different, you both shared a father figure. That was the main cause of your sibling-like relationship.

It was also nice being around someone who wasn't an adult. Someone you could play around and get into trouble with.

You room was very small and had a mattress placed in the corner along with a few toys scattered and a basket of clothes. A few hours ago Din had tucked you and Grogu in bed and the two of you were supposed to be sleeping.

But currently you and Grogu were playing catch. Grogu was using the force while you played how you used to see other kids play.

Din walked in to check on you and when he realized you were playing he said; "Hey, stop that. Grogu, you need to save your energy. And YN. your supposed to be sleeping. Go to bed." He says as he takes the ball from you.

You frown and lay back down. "How much longer?" You ask in a miserable voice. He looks down at you and responds; "just a few more days. It'll go by faster if you sleep."

You nod your head and close your eyes. Din grabs your blanket and tucks you in before picking up Grogu and leaving the room.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

this fear is a part of me (please don't take my hope away)

this lust is a burden that we both share - series masterlist here

pairing: din djarin x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1k

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: reader has vulnerability issues but it all works out, din is trying so so hard

a/n: new verse ok ok ok lemme know what y'all think

"It's a nice home," you admit, eyeing the house that's been given to Din, refusing to acknowledge the way he's staring at you. Your heart aches in your chest when you think of it, of him and his son and his home. It's a stark contrast to the cold, quiet, solitary metal of your ship that you know is waiting for you. You spin around to face Din fast enough that he lurches back a fraction.

"Well," you begin, chin lifted and face resolute. "It'll be good for the two of you. Reach out if you need anything," is all you say before you move to walk past him, away from him, beyond him.

Din stops you, though, a hand across your hips to pull you back with a gentleness you shouldn't be surprised by anymore. 

"It's not a home for two," he murmurs, his voice halting. Vulnerability isn't something that comes easily to either of you. "It… it doesn't have to be."

"You want me to stay?" you prompt, your voice devoid of its usual teasing lilt. Din nods, his arm tightening around your waist. You look at him pointedly. He sighs.

"Yes. I want you to stay."

"You know what that means, don't you?" You step away from him. His fingers twitch as he reels himself in, stopping himself from reaching for you. "This is… commitment. This is serious. This is different."

"My love…" Din begins, a layer of hurt seeping into his voice that makes you dig your nails into your palms. Always hurting, you think to yourself. You will always hurt him. "I understand commitment more than anything else. This is what I want… with you. With our son." Din's voice is sombre as he speaks, his words prompting you to glance at where Grogu's chasing frogs in front of his new home - in front of your new home, if you let it be.

"Your son," is what you fire back, though, the panic of having something good clouding your rationality - the fear of having something that can be taken away.

"Our son," Din corrects firmly, stepping towards you. You tense like an animal ready to bolt, but you don't run. Progress, Din supposes. "This is your family as much as it's mine. This is your home, as much as it's mine. I wouldn't say that unless I understood the severity of it."

You sigh, your shoulders dropping as your fists unclench. There's a solidness about him, a resoluteness that turns him into a fixed point for his family to lean on when they need to. He has never stumbled underneath your weight, and you think it might be unfair to expect that he suddenly will now. You look at him through his helmet and let your brows furrow as you try to gauge his reaction to your snapping, to your walls closing up. He seems to take your relaxing posture as a sort of victory, though, because he steps towards you again, reaching forward to brush his gloved fingers against yours. You let your fingers intertwine with his, holding his hand firmly enough to convince yourself that he won't disappear from in front of you - that this good thing is here to stay.

"I'm sorry," you murmur gently, letting your head thump against his shoulder. He relaxes at the feeling of you pressing your face to his neck and breathing him in, squeezing your hand gently in his while his other strokes up and down your back.

"There is nothing to forgive, my love," he assures with a softness that's reserved for you alone. "This isn't easy for either of us. What matters is that we do it together."

"Together," you mumble in agreement, nodding as you keep your face pressed against him. He huffs out what's almost a laugh, letting you take your time in extracting yourself from him. Once you're standing tall again, chin lifted and eyes regaining their confidence, he squeezes your hand once more.

"Where do we go from here?" is all Din asks, gaze fixed on you.

"Home, I suppose," is your airy response as you stare at the little house you can now call yours. Din feels his heart thump in his chest at your declaration of home, of sharing something like that with him. He breathes deeply, steadying himself against the onslaught of emotions that are thrown at him by those simple words.

"I always had a home in the covert," he says, shifting uneasily on his feet. It's rare for him to divulge anything too personal, even this far into your relationship. You look at him earnestly, the breeze settling around the two of you as you watch Grogu chase frogs out of the corner of your eye.

"Even when I was… an apostate," Din continues, "then it was about finding a way back to that home. But it was always there - always something to fall back on. You…?" He doesn't continue, just stares at you through the slit of his helmet and you know he's giving you an out. You know he won't force you to talk about your past, about where you came from or what you left behind.

"I think it was about… finding one," you say eventually. "I never - I didn't a home to fall back to. But I wanted one, even when I couldn't really admit that to myself." You turn back towards your house - your home, now. One that you would share with your family. "Didn't think I'd ever actually get one, though," you add quietly, a confession whispered so softly Din almost doesn't hear it. 

"You have it now," he assures you, wrapping an arm around your waist and using his other hand to cup your cheek gently, turning you to face him so that he can press the cool beskar of his helmet against your forehead. "You're home now."

[wxckedwxrld]

SW: Din Djarin

Imagines

* - smut ^ - angst ❤︎︎ - fluff ~ - lime

* Graceland too

* Melting away the frigid hearts

* Treacherous

* Laid Bare

* You

^ ❤︎︎* Luminary Love

* Yours

* Burning

* Bedtime

* Beneath a Felucian Sky

*^ Fever in My Eyes

* Purpose

~ Sinful Sunday

Mar’eyce

* honey-do

* My Kingdom for a Kiss Upon Her Shoulder

* Restraints

blurred lines [ch.1 ❤︎︎] [ch.2 ❤︎︎] [ch.3 ❤︎︎*] [ch.4] [ch.5 ❤︎︎*] [ch.6*] [ch.7^]

five intimate moments

• details

*intimate moments

* one of our own

* deprivation

claiming strangers [pt.2]

* the ache

* do you think of me when you touch yourself?

❤︎︎ hopes and dreams

❤︎︎ darasuum mureyca

* the missing glove

* the ambiguous bet

* the apology

* the botched mission

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during august and sept. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers

[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: little lion man—mumford & sons

masterlist!

• The child had really been the cause of this whole situation

• The little green bean had been traveling into town with the Mandalorian for a bit whilst you stayed behind with Peli at the workshop. He was anxious to stretch his little legs—even though he eventually ended up hanging from a bag on his dad's hip like always

• While he drifted from stand to stand silently, save for the squirming child with him, Mando payed nothing but the bare necessities any mind, only picking up a few parts Peli had asked—more like demanded—him to. Maybe the occasional snack for the child got picked up here and there

• Coo's and soft tugs at Mando's cape had prompted the tilt of his beskar forged helmet, following the direction in which a small green hand was pointed

• It was a simple booth that he found himself gazing at through his visor—a small thing tucked in between fruit vendors. Nothing to stop and stare at

• But the child insisted in whatever it was he wanted, the almost weightless tugs on the Mandalorian's cape refusing the cease until he approached the stand cautiously

• He offered nothing but silence at the owners greeting, merely picking up Grogu from his bag and placing him gently on the booths counter

• "Get the kid what he wants."

• That's how you found Mando later, approaching the automatic eneterance to Peli's shop with a bag of various toys in hand, the child on his shoulder making happy noises

• "I didn't know what he wanted. So I got a few things." He awkwardly supplied, fingers twitching at the way you stared at him

• "Well—" You grinned slowly, paying no mind to the way Peli was laughing in the background, "—he won't be bored the next time we travel a few parsecs over that's for sure."

• The next few hours while Peli and her droids did their usual mantience check on the Razor Crest was spent with you playing on the floor alongside Grogu

• Ocasionally, one of the strange toys Mando had gotten him would spring to life like a wind-up toy and cause the child to scamper behind you for protection, his big eyes peering out from behind you when he thought the danger was over

• You had originally thought it was one of those instances that had prompted the Mandalorian to walk over—until you took a closer look at the stiff way he was standing and the item in his hand

• "A book?" You had asked, playing with the end of one of Grogu's ears fondly. A habit you had picked up overtime

• "Yeah." He cleared his throat uncomfortably at your query, "A joke book."

• You looked up at him at that, eyes now alight with curious nature—just like Mando knew they would be. It was the whole reason he had bought the book after all. Though Grogu did help pick it out

• "Don't just stand there, tin can!" You grinned, patting the dust riddled ground next to you excitedly. "Tell me a few! Come on!"

• Metal clicked against metal as he lowered himself to the ground, slowly opening the book

• "Uh. What side of an Ewok has the most hair." The voice modifier on his helmet somewhat ruined the delivery of the joke, making it sound harsher than he wanted it to. But you paid no mind, eventually shaking your head in defeat as you pondered the answer

• "I don't know."

• "The outside."

• Mando felt the hint of a smile form from behind his visor at the excited squeal the child in your lap let out—which was followed quickly by your own delighted laugh

• "Like that one huh, little guy? Quick, tell another one Mando!"

• He ended up slowly making his way through a few more pages of the book, skipping more honorary one in favor of protecting the child's small ears, before calling it quits

• "I should go check to see if Peli is done with repairs by now." He said, standing up despite the playful whines from you and the child, "Besides. We should save more jokes for the ride later on."

• The former bounty hunter would never admit he just wanted to hear both of your laughs again later. That was a little secret he'd hold just as close to his chest as the beskar drapped over his shoulders

[sp4ceboo]

His Song Has Been Written: Din Djarin x Reader

A/N: ok so paz is gone now and I NEEDED TO WRITE A TRIBUTE CHAPTER TO HIM - this follows the plot for episode seven season 3 but i tweaked some stuff

tw: SPOILERS FOR MANDO EP 7 SEASON 3, swearing, pain, death, violence, they really gave us ragnar just to orphan him, not proof read one bit, sad asf,

Translations: vod = brother/sister, vod'ika = little brother/sister, di'kut = idiot,

wc: 1930

You realise now, how fucking blind you were.

There was no reason for the Stormtroopers wearing beskar to retreat; they were overpowering you, killing at least a quarter of your group. They'd cut and run, anyway, and you'd been too blinded with rage that these people, these Imperials, had been squatting in your home planet all this time, spreading rumours that its atmosphere was unbreathable and the land was poisoned, to realise. The fires of the Great Forge had been extinguished, and the air was cold and empty, barren and lacking the clang of hammers, but kindled at the sight of it was a deep rage towards the Imperials; Imperials that you now chased blindly through the caverns of the once shining Mandalore, right into their trap.

Now, you stand, between one of the Nite Owls and Paz Vizsla, surrounded by dirty, Imperial walls, built in the rock of your planet, as if they own it. As if they own the beskar they use, as if they own the metal that your people are built around, lurking in the shadows of your rightful home as you and the other children of the Watch fled from Concordia, if only to preserve the Creed. You're certain Gideon's behind this - you've clashed with him many times while you travelled with Din, protecting the child you now come to think of as your son.

You grit your teeth, widening your stance as you shoot at the Stormtroopers, Paz to your right, gunning them down with his heavy infantry gun. Somewhere to your left, Din fights too, and although you can't currently see Grogu in IG-12, you know Din must have an eye on him, because the way he stays in a certain radius of you informs you that he's acting as a sort of beskar shield around your son.

'Watch out, vod'ika,' Paz calls.

The sound of more jetpacks sound ahead, and you feel him grab the back of your shirt, tugging you backwards as a new wave of troops enter the hangar. Glancing at him over your shoulder, you retreat with him as he returns his hand back to his blaster, the deeper, rhythmic sound of his infantry gun almost comforting over the high whine of the Imperial blaster bolts and the familiar resonance of your own shots. Scanning the battle for Din, you catch him at the head of the retreat, his armour shining under the harsh lights, his back to you. A quick look behind you confirms that the third, smallest but probably oldest member of your clan is sheltered by a group of Nite Owls and members of your tribe, his eyes squinted against the light of the blasters.

'Din,' you yell, shooting a few of the troopers around him. 'Fall back!'

He turns his head; the red light of blasters reflects off his armour, like smears of crimson blood. Another jetpack sounds, and you yell Din's name again, dread settling in the pit of your stomach, heavy as a rotting corpse coming to rest on the murky sea floor. You balk at the sight of a man, clad in all black, a cape on his shoulders and a mockery of a Mandalorian helmet on his head; the cheeks are stained vermillion, the visor tinted in the same colour, Zabrak like horns rising from the top - there's no doubt who that is. Rage seethes within you: you knew it was him, you knew it was Gideon. Raising your blaster, you lurch forward, ready to protect your riduur, ready to -

The blast door slams shut, a few inches from your face.

Shock filters through your system, and your momentum carries you forward, slamming you right into the blast door, your helmet smashing into the glass window built into it. Curses leaves your lips, and you ram your fist into the metal, fear sending frigid chills down your spine; Din's out there, alone, with Gideon and about twenty Stormtroopers, all wearing beskar sacred to your people - the irony of it is almost as cutting as the self satisfied smirk on Gideon's face once he removes his helmet. You see the way Din's chest heaves, the way he clenches his fists, lifting his chin: he knows he's fucked, but he's ready to fight anyway.

The troopers on his right lunge for him, and he cuts them down, spinning to take on the next batch as they pile up before him. The smile on Moff Gideon's face grows wider and wider. You slam your fists against the blast doors, blood red oozing into your vision as rage warms your bones and burns away at your fear until all you want to do is cram the Imperial's face into molten beskar. Paz grabs your wrists, pulling you back from the blast doors and holding you firmly in his grasp, his arms tight around you, unescapable, and you growl, struggling, but he doesn't let go, his voice low in your ear.

'Don't - don't do this to yourself, vod'ika,' he says, his own anger prevalent in his voice. 'You're hurting yourself. I'd rather you break your knuckles across Gideon's face than against Imperial metal.'

You sigh, falling limp in Paz's arms. 'Okay. Let me - let me go, vod, I - I'm fine.'

'We'll think of something,' he assures you. 'We always do.'

Paz embraces you tightly, and you gladly wrap your arms around his waist, your fingertips barely touching from around his broad back. He knows you need this, he knows that you need something to anchor you, to calm you before you can think of a rescue plan. You've known him and Din as long as you can remember, and while Din became your riduur, Paz became your closest friend; he's as close as a brother, someone who would listen to your lovesick rants about his vod, someone who never failed to make you smile with his bold quips and bolder laugh. Peering up from his shoulder, you glance through the window in the blast door, and your heart drops. Gideon smiles on, smug as ever, as the troopers shove Din to his knees, and he continues to struggle, taking another down in a last attempt to break free.

'No,' you whisper, tearing yourself from Paz's grip. 'No!'

'Vod'ika,' Paz says measuredly, laying a hand on your shoulder. 'He's - ' You shrug him off, an idea forming in your mind. 'That's my riduur there,' you growl, voice low and wrathful. 'That's my fucking riduur. I know what to do, vod. Don't try and stop me.'

Amused, he huffs. 'That's my vod'ika.'

You turn to Bo-Katan, and you swear that the strength of your glare melts the beskar straight off her face. 'If you don't use that fucking Darksaber to get through the bloody door, I'll challenge you for it. Right now.'

She cocks her head; maybe she's surprised by the venom in your voice, or maybe she senses the undercurrent of desperation, but she obliges your words, cutting through the blast door. Darkly, Paz chuckles, cracking his knuckles, ready to fight again as the troopers turn their attention back to you, some of them jumping a little as if they forgot that there's a small army of wrathful Mandalorians behind the blast doors, their honours smarting from the sight of Imperials in their home world. Glancing at Paz, you give him a nod - he knows what to do, he's seen your stupid manoeuvres during the hunts you've been on together. He returns the gesture, and once you turn back, Bo-Katan has a hole through the blast door.

'Ready, vod?' You ask, checking the whistling birds on your vambrace. 'As always,' he answers.

You don't hesitate. You know he's got you covered, so you just dive straight through the hole, activating your whistling birds in a heart beat as Paz sticks the barrel of his blaster out, taking out any remaining troopers as you advance. Vaguely, you're aware of Gideon pressing a few buttons on his vambrace and shooting upwards, borne by his jetpack; you're aware of Paz slipping through the hole behind you, but you're not here for them. You're here for your riduur.

'Din,' you gasp, skidding to a halt in front of him.

'Cyar'ika,' he greets, and you hear the gratitude in his voice as he clutches you tightly to his body. 'He's calling for back up. We have to go.'

You turn your head to Paz. 'Vod?'

'Behind you,' he replies.

Bundling Din through the opening in the blast doors, you turn to follow him, but something tells you to glance back. Your heart drops. Paz stands there, his infantry gun ready, and you recognise the determined set of his shoulders with a settling feeling of dread drifting over you; you grab his arm, tugging him backwards, but he's stubborn as always, shaking you off and jerking his head towards the others.

'Go.'

You snarl. 'Not without you, vod.'

'You won't make it unless someone delays them,' he answers, tilting his head up at the sound of more jetpacks. 'They're almost here.'

'Who fucking cares,' you snap. 'I'll stay with you, then. We can hold them off.'

'Din waits for you, vod'ika. Go to him.'

'And leave you? My vod? Nice try.'

'He's my vod too,' he replies, voice level. 'I do this for both of you. Better me than you two, for your kid's sake.'

'And what of Ragnar?' You ask, desperation leaking into your voice.

'Tell him I love him.'

'Vod,' Din calls. 'Get back here, di'kut. What do you think you're doing?'

Suddenly, Paz grabs you, and you yelp in surprise as he physically shoves you through the opening in the blast door and into Din's arms. He stands in front of the hole, blocking it with his legs and body, and you grunt in frustration, knowing that he's won but not ready to let him go; you know he's right, you know he's doing this because he loves you and your riduur, but it still fucking hurts. It still hurts as he begins to fire at the first Stormtroopers coming into land, it still hurts as Bo-Katan begins to usher the other Mandalorians back, it still hurts as your riduur's arms tighten around you, holding you back.

'If you love me, don't let them go,' Paz yells at Din. 'I love you, my vod. I love you, my vod'ika.'

He hurls himself into the midst of the Stormtroopers, and as he does, he takes a bleeding piece of your heart with him. You hear Din's shuddering breath, feel the way his grip strengthens around you, and you swallow thickly, eyes smarting - it's like digging shards of glass into your heart to take your riduur's hand and run, but you do anyway, tears streaking down your face from under your helmet.

His song's been written, you tell yourself. His song has been written.

You find that you're saying it out loud, and maybe Din is saying it along with you, his fingers clenching around your own as the two of you run, away from your vod, a brave man who fights with deadly strength and honour, a loving father who protected his son with his life, and a brother, in spirit if not in blood. Grief blends with the burning hatred in your heart; you curse Gideon for orphaning Ragnar, for taking away your friend and your brother, for spilling yet another Mandalorian's blood.

Once you stop running, you vow with Din that you'll avenge him. His death will not be in vain.

Paz Vizsla's song has been written.

But yours has not.

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𝑷𝑶𝑽: Mando gets very jealous when he sees you with another man (you being his girlfriend)

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LOVE AND WAR

006; COME BACK FOR ME

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Warnings: murder mentions, blood, ptsd

Summary: you never thought that you would be missing him but now, as he stood on front of you, saving your life, you weren't sure if you could ever leave him again

Wordcount: 3.6k

Your gaze didn't falter from him but he did. He looked down at the man lying on the floor, a pool of blood forming around his body, the smell of burnt flesh beginning to settle into the air around you.

You couldn’t stop staring at him because if you did, you’d have to focus on the ways that your hands were still trembling even as they held the bloody knife and you would have to consider the repercussions of the dead man lying in the prestigious streets in coruscant.

He seemed just as shocked to see you as you were. Din had taken another quick quarry in an attempt to take his mind off of you. He had spent the last week thinking about you and the way that for the first time in his life, the Razor Crest had felt empty. He had felt like something was missing.

Din hadn't decided to walk the streets of Coruscant in a hope to see you - although the thought had crossed his mind once or twice.

He had never expected to find you in an alley behind the most prestigious events building in the entirety of Coruscant, blood splattered across your chest and some of your face from the attack.

“What are you doing here?” The words came out before he could think.

The words brought you back to reality, “What am I doing here?” You repeated, scoffing as you turned the question back on him, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on a quarry,” he stated, waving his hand in the direction of the dead body, “And you just slit his throat,”

You could feel the heat rising up to your cheeks as you looked at him, “Oh, sorry,” the tone was more sheepish than you normally spoke and you wondered why for a second but Din walking towards you distracted you from your own thoughts.

He stood in front of you, staring into your eyes. He had missed your eyes, a simple thing like that was shocking to him. He missed how expressive they were, how he could tell how you felt with just one look into them; sometimes he wondered if they looked the same without the helmet on.

“No, it's okay,” he said, his tone soft. He reached a gloved hand up, wiping the splatter of blood away from your face, smudging it across your skin, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

His touch made you feel instantly safe and you shrugged nonchalantly but your shaky breath clued Din in to the fear and adrenaline that was actually coursing through his veins, “It wasn't too bad, but i'm not going to be wearing this again,” You chuckled at your own joke, looking down at the red stained into the brown satin.

“Yeah, why are you wearing that,” almost absentmindedly, he reached down and brushed a hand across the clean fabric on your waist, trailing your rib cage. He wished he wasn't wearing his gloves to feel the satin texture against his bare skin. But he had to settle to the feeling of your pulse under his hand and the warmth of your kin pulsing through the satin fabric.

His lingering touch made your breath hitch in your throat and you knew he didn't hear it but you expected he could feel it against his hand, “I had a thing,” you muttered, feeling him pull away, trying not to whine at the loss of contact.

Din pulled away completely, hand falling to his side as he blushed under his helmet, the sudden realisation of how long he had lingered there causing the embarrassment to flare up in his chest. He cleared his throat, tilting his helmet up to look at the sign plastered across the wall above the two of you.

“As in the thing that is advertised all over the city to celebrate the destruction of the Death Star?” His tone was questioning but it wasn't like he was interrogating you, in fact, it sounded more like he was teasing you.

You shrugged, hoping he hadn't figured out what was going on yet, “Maybe,”

You heard him let out a deep chuckle under his modulator, “You are intriguing Solo,” he stated, the sound of your last name falling from his lips making your heart skip a beat and you cured yourself at the feeling.

With a teasing smirk, you looked at him, “What can I say, there’s a lot about me that you don’t know, Mando,” and it was true.

It was silent as the two of you stood there. Then you looked behind him to see the small pram that would have housed Grogu sitting behind him and you yearned to walk over and disrupt the silence by picking up the child but decided against it.

You purse your lips together, “I should go get changed, I’m staying just down there,” you said, cocking your head over your shoulder into the direction of the small area.

He nodded, the pram gliding over to where he stood, “Let me walk you there,” he offered.

You didn't want to be a burden, feeling bad enough that he had to watch you kill a man already, so you shook your head, “I’m fine Mando, you can see here that I can handle myself,”

“Please,” he asked and the words sounded foreign coming from his mouth. He tilted his head to the side, “I’ll be worried about you,”

You could feel your lips pulling up into a smirk at his words as you nudged his clad arm with yours, “Aww, you’re worried about me Mando?” You questioned, your tone teasing.

Underneath his helmet, you could imagine the blush rising up to his cheeks at your comment. You had missed him being around, missed being able to talk to him about the most mundane things and still feel entertained.

He made a gruff noise that you couldn’t quite identify under the modulator before he started walking, “Let’s go,”

You had half expected the walk down the streets to be awkward, the silence filling the space where your easy conversation had just been but as you walked along with him, it wasn't awkward at all. It was this comfortable silence that you knew you could get used to, one where neither of you had to try.

Din was thinking the same thing. He had missed you and seeing you nearly being attacked in an alleyway had made his heart stop in his chest, alerting him to how much he already cared about you, how much he really worried.

And seeing you in that dress, the brown satin that clung from your body like a second skin, made him question all his morals. A part of him wanted to reach down again, pull the thin straps from your shoulders and feel the skin underneath, to bunch a handful of the fabric in his hands. Under his helmet, he blushed at the thoughts racing through his mind, scolding himself.

You looked over at the pram that travelled alongside Din, “Is he asleep?” You asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He nodded, “I thought it wouldn't be a long quarry,” he stated, looking down at the child as well. He wondered how excited Grogu would be when he found out that you were here.

It fell into silence again as you walked slightly ahead of him. He followed you round the corners of the streets, watching as you navigated it with ease like you’d been living here for years, always only a few steps behind you.

You stopped in front of a building and turned to him, almost hesitating at what to say. You had enjoyed seeing him again and didn't want him to leave, the feeling burning in your chest as you wanted to ask him to stay but decided against it.

“This is me,” you said, turning to the building and he realised it wasn't a hotel like he had assumed, it was an old shop, some sort of apothecary. You noticed the confused lilt of his head, “I live above it,”

Whenever Din thought about you, he had imagined you flitting around from one planet to another, one hostel to another; he had never imagined a house. You could tell that he was a bit shocked, a skill you had picked up when you were travelling with him.

He watched as you pulled a key out from the purse that the man had tried to steal earlier and you held it up, the keys clanging together at the action, “You wanna come in?”

Din could sense the fear of rejection in your tone and your face, your eyes wide in anticipation of his answer so he didn't waste any time nodding. The little sparkle appeared in your eyes at the answer and you brought the key to the door, unlocking it.

You held it open, gesturing for him and the pram to go inside and he nodded in thanks before walking in, ducking slightly at the surprisingly low doorframe. You watched with a chuckle, following him in and locking up.

He looked around at the store, a part of him wondering if this was what you used to do before you were put on the bounty. He walked over to a table, picking up a vial of something that he wasn't sure, swirling the purple liquid inside around before placing it down.

“What is this place?” He asked, turning to you, a different vial between his gloved fingers.

You walked over, grabbing the glass from his hands, “You drop that, you’ll itch for days,” you said absentmindedly, ignoring the initial question, “It’s mine and a friends,”

The shock was just growing in Dins face. First he realised that you were attending the Death Star gala as a war hero and now he found out that you had a co-share in an apothecary shop. Maybe there was too much that he didn't know about you to become this attached.

You could tell he was shocked and shook his head, “I just helped her buy it, in return I got the upstairs apartment,” you explained, walking towards the dilapidated spiral staircase in the back of the store, “She’s on a business trip, don’t worry. Nobody will see you or the child,”

Without even thinking, he started to follow you up the stairs, the hovering pram following him up and he wondered whether Grogu was still asleep in there or not.

He walked up the stairs, following you into the room. His eyes trailing around the room as he looked at the most intimate parts of your life; you watched him the whole time.

You sat down on the bed. It was a loft apartment, the bed in the corner of the room. There was a small kitchen to the right of him, an empty bowl sitting there that you hadn't cleaned up and a vase of fresh flowers sitting on the side.

One thing that Din noticed was the lack of personal items in the apartment. There were no pictures except for one that was propped up on the cabinet by the door. One was of a few people, one of which he recognised as Han Solo. The man had his arm wrapped around you and he assumed it was from when you worked in the rebellion.

You had turned away, pulling some things from your purse and emptying them out onto the kitchen counter, so you hadn’t noticed what Din was doing.

He noticed that next to that picture, there was one that was faced down so that you couldn’t see the image. Despite his better judgement, he picked up the photo and looked at it. You looked younger in the picture, no lines of worry etched into your face from the years of fighting, a wide smile on your face as a man wrapped his arms around you. He looked at the man; he seemed happy at the sight of you, his eyes trained down at you, head leaning against yours.

When you turned back around, you noticed that he had picked up the picture and had turned around. Your face burned bright with embarrassment as you saw him staring at the picture, knowing exactly which one it was.

With stride, you walked over, snatching the picture from his hands and holding it to your chest. You were hoping he couldn’t see the way your face was bright red but you were sure that he could tell.

Din felt bad about it, realising that he had uncovered something about your past that you clearly didn't want him to know about. He apologised, the sound quiet through the modulator.

“Old boyfriend?” It was the only logical reason for why you were so upset but that just made him more upset.

You shook your head, placing the picture back down but instead upright so that you could look at it, “No, an old friend,” you explained.

You looked down at it, letting out a shaky breath. You seemed so carefree and so happy at the time and the sight made your heart ache. You missed the way you used to feel around him and you hadn't felt like that until now, when you were around Din. He nodded, changing the conversation, “I saw that your pucks been removed,”

You turned fast on your heels, “Already?”

He tilted his head to the side, “Already?” He wasn't accusatory, just not able to understand how you knew, “What do you mean?”

As you listened to his question, you looked down at the picture on the side. It wasn’t your first time on a puck but you understood his confusion, “I called a friend in the rebellion, he said he is going to get it taken away. I didn't realise he had already made the call,”

Din scoffed, not noticing he’d done it until he made the noise, “Well, he's a good friend,” he hoped that you weren’t able to hear the bitter twinge to his words.

The Mandalorian couldn't understand the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach at your words. He felt it first when he saw the picture of you and the guy, assuming he was the friend you had called. Maybe he was someone special, someone that you did care about and it was tugging on his heart.

He had never really felt this way before, like someone meant so much for him and that he could lose you. He had never looked at you that way, like he was worried to lose you again.

A smirk pulled at your lips as you heard the jealous tone to his voice, “You jealous Mando?” The question was teasing and he could feel the blush rising up on his cheeks at your words.

“No,” he stated.

You bumped your shoulder into his teasingly, “It was my brother, don’t worry,” you explained, walking over towards the divider in the middle of your room. You turned, looking over your shoulder at him with that teasing smile he had learnt to love, “There’s no Coruscant guy,”

He didn't move but you could tell he was tense, “That’s none of my business,” he stated, voice monotonous.

Underneath the helmet, there was a little part of him that was hopeful. He hadn't even noticed the relief seeping through his bones at the words.

“I know,” you said, leaning against the cream room divider that separated the bedroom from the kitchen and dining area, “Will you stay here while I get changed?”

The idea made a blush raise to his cheeks again, a situation he found himself in often whenever he was with you. He watched as you walked behind the divider, a part of his mind wandering to the idea of you behind it. Din hated himself for it but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

Din leant against the counter, looking down at Grogu as he slept in the prem next to him and then he turned back to see the satin brown dress splattered in blood be chucked over the divider, waiting there. He felt his face burn again and he turned away, almost like he could see through and was somehow violating you.

He cleared his throat, hoping a conversation would stop him, “Why did that guy attack you?”

You froze from behind the divider. You hadn’t thought about the attack since you had left and you had Din to thank for that, “He tried to mug me, I’m not stupid,”

He nodded, “I know you’re not,” he said.

Din thought that you were one of the nicest people he had ever met. He thought that you were smart, funny and an absolute badass, someone who he could trust to look after themselves.

A silence fell onto the group and he looked at the divider again, “I thought about you,” he said, the admission making your eyes go wide.

You had thought about him as well, constantly; you hadn't expected him to have ever felt the same. You took a deep breath before turning your head around the divider. His eyes raked over your bare collarbones, the expanse of your shoulder and the shocked look on your face, “Me?”

He hummed in response, nodding slightly, “I got here and I was wondering what you were doing, how you were,” he explained, watching your face soften at his words. He cleared his throat again before cocking his head in the direction of the pram, “And the kid missed you,”

You laughed at his comments and the way that he had changed the subject the second it got deep. He had missed your laugh.

“I missed the kid too,” you said as you hummed in response, stepping out from behind the divider in her normal clothes, “And-” the words stopped before you could say them. You knew what you wanted to say, you wanted to tell him that you had missed him too and he knew it, he knew it immediately,“-it's been a tough day,”

He nodded, knowing neither of you wanted to say it, “I’m sure,” he said. He watched as you walked over, changing the subject, “I never took you for the gala type,”

“I’m not, the Death Star is close to my heart,” you explained and he cocked his head at confusion and you chuckled at his reaction, “No, not like that,” you knew he must have thought the Death Star was something you liked, you shook your head, “I was part of this crew that stole the plans and then I was in one of the x-wings that took it down,”

He always thought you were fascinating and you kept surprising him. First he found out that you were in the rebellion, then he found out you knew Han Solo and now he found out that you had a huge part in the destruction of the first Death Star.

Din shook his head in shock, a laugh falling from his lips, “You surprise me constantly Solo,”

You smirked, looking at him, “Why do you call me that all of a sudden?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” He questioned, not understanding what you meant.

“Before you didnt call me anything,” you stated, shaking your head, “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” you quickly backtracked as you when you sensed his discomfort as he wondered if you’d crossed a line, “I like it,”

There was a silence that fell on the room and for the first time really, it had been completely comfortable. He didn't feel unhappy at all, just okay to relish in the silence that they had created.

After a little while, he turned to look at you, “So, what are you going to do now?” He asked.

It took you a second to answer. You knew that you didn't want to stay here any longer, that you wanted to keep exploring the galaxy just for a little longer and deep down, you and Din both knew that.

“I don’t know,”

Din was thinking about what Peli had mentioned, and then what you had mentioned and he had to build up all of his courage to ask it, “Would it be weird if I offered you a job?”

You cocked your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, “A job?” You questioned.

“Peli told me that the damage on my ship is pretty bad so I should get someone who knows mechanics, and you mentioned you used to be one,” he explained, almost rambling a little at how nervous he was, “Would you want to come with me, just for a while?”

You thought about it for a second, wondering what it would look like if you actually stayed with him. If you, The Mandalorian and Grogu would travel around for a little while, free from everything going on in the rest of the world.

Pursing your lips together in bought, you nodded, “I’d like that,”

He perked up instantly, letting out a sigh of relief at your acceptance, “You would?” He questioned, almost like he didn’t hear you the first time.

You hummed in response, leaning your head on his shoulder affectionately before standing up and walking back over to the counter, “Yeah, when do we leave?” You asked, not noticing that he was still reeling from you doing that.

Din nodded, “Tonight,” he suggested.

“Tonight,” you repeated, silence falling over the room, “Okay, I uh, I just have to call my brother and let him know where i'm going,”

He watched as you walked away and you looked back, a smile on your face. Din Djarin didn’t believe in fate but he knew that if his parents were around they would be telling him that this was a sign, that maybe, just maybe, you were it for him.

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