#Mandalorian x 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.

[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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[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.”

[letmehavemyfictionalmen]

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.]

☼ Please note that I do not wish to have my work translated or published on any third party reading websites. I claim the rights to my work.

☼ Where I don’t have any rights to the characters, many ideas and OC are my own creation. Please respect that.

[moiravim]

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

[triplehmunson]

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

[darknessawaits28]

Announcements {New}

Hello my lovies! Hope you are having a wonderful December! I wanted to give ya updates! I'm so sorry for the delay of these stories but I promise I will have them up as soon as I can. I also wanted to let yall know I am taking more requests, please don't shy away from asking. It just might take me a bit longer but I will have them out. Thank you again my lovies for all your love and support! Yall are awesome! :3 :3

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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

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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[heartidylla]

1989 — you are in love

din djarin x reader

summary : one day a mandalorian and his kid stumble upon you and change everything for the better.

warnings : arguing, mentions of bars and alcohol.

speaking color coding

“” — din

“” — you

“” — other

all it took was one look within a dark room that you knew with your entire soul it was meant for just you, for you to hop onto a mandalorian’s ship and assist him on his journey to find the jedi who could train his smaller counterpart.

honestly, your relationship with the mandalorian was way more complex than just that. however, time moved too fast but you’ll play it back just to reminisce the first time you and din talked to one another.

you were sitting at a bar, circling your finger on the glass rim of your drink as you rested your cheek onto your knuckles. you were too deep in thought to notice that someone took a seat - little ways from you. though, the creek of the chair which held the person managed to bring you out of them.

you took a quick glance over and saw luxurious shiny armor that seemed to be very expensive, and then your gaze landed on the helmet which covered the identity of the mandalorian beside you.

you heard about mandalorians before, and although most people had a certain distaste for them you didn’t mind them. they’re backstory seemed incredibly honorable to you, as well as lonely.

you turned your head back around to face forward, wrapping your hand around the cup and taking a sip from the glass.

“what do you want?” you overheard the barkeep ask the mandalorian. he seemed to have waved him off because the barkeep began to walk off in order to assist someone else.

you overheard fussy childlike noises from beside your towards the mandalorian. “i know kid, we’ll find you a new button for your coat.” the mandalorian’s clouded voice from underneath his mask flowed into your ears. the apparent kid began to have a temper tantrum, making everyone within the room flinch at the sounds. the mandalorian began to panic as he tried everything to calm the kid down, but nothing was working.

you chug down the rest of your drink, wiping your mouth with your forearm before you turned to the mandalorian, “here, let me try.” you offered your help as you hopped off your seat and walked over to the fussy kid.

the mandalorian seemed to be iffy on you, and he didn’t want help at all but ultimately he succumbed to you. “hi, little guy!” you gave the kid a little wave using a gentle voice to calm his tantrum down just a little. “do you wanna hear a joke?” you suggest to him, smiling brightly down at him.

the kid looked up at you, and smiled right back. you believed this was his way of telling you yes. “why was this button angry?” you questioned, while handing the kid a simple small red button that didn’t connect to anything. the kid took it within his grasp, and looked up at you once again.

you pressed the button, and it began to flash red onto the kids face. “because someone pushed it’s buttons!” you dramatically gasp, watching eyes of the kid widen at the flashing of color. his temper died down at your light hearted joke or the button, either way it was a win for you and the mandalorian.

you looked up to meet the gaze of the mandalorians from behind his mask. “thank you.” he spoke once more, using the shortest of words as mandalorians do.

“no problem.” you reply smiling down at the kid who was cooing over the button still. you figured that that’ll be the end of your conversation with the mandalorian, but to much of your surprise he spoke up once again.

“it really means a lot. he’s become really fussy over the past few weeks.” the mandalorian told you, shocking you with the length of his sentence.

however, you didn’t mind that at all. honestly, it was better than just sitting here and looking at nothing while pondering about the meaning of your life.

“i bet. kids can go from happy to a complete devil the next.” you replied to him, leaning your back against the bars table and looking back and forth from the kid in the mandalorian’s arms and the mandalorian himself.

“very much so. it’s become quite the hassle.” the mandalorian continued the conversation. you didn’t have much proof, but you saw enough. the way his masked gaze follows you whenever you look anywhere elsewhere than him, you should’ve known then and there.

you sat in the front passenger seat with the mandalorian. the kid was already fast asleep which left you two awake. “you’re lying! that didn’t happen!” both of your laughter filled the room, as you gently slapped the mandalorian’s armored covered arm.

“i’m not.” he reassured you as he drove the ship. his gaze didn’t stop from looking back and forth between the road and you, as if he couldn’t take in your appearance enough to focus on the road alone.

you leaned back into your seat, and took another slip of your coffee. the light coming from the window reflected off of the chain around your neck. the one that the mandalorian gave to you as a gift.

it had the letter ‘d’ onto it, and you were unaware of the meaning behind it. he simply told you in time you’d know, and you trusted the mandalorian more than enough to go along with whatever he had planned.

the mandalorian’s eyes trailed back onto you, “look up.” he says, and you did. within the movement, your shoulders managed to brush against one another. his armored one connected with your skin and it caused goosebumps to flare up on your arm.

the both of you looked at each other instantly. there wasn’t any proof, just one touch; but, you had felt enough to know. your cheeks flushed, and you quickly looked away from him.

an unknowingly intimate atmosphere surrounded the two of you, and within the silence you could almost hear the confessions spilling out of the both of you.

you two could feel it on the way home when you were coming back from a dangerous mission that almost got you killed, thanking whomever that you were able to make it out together.

you can see it with the lights out as you and the mandalorian decided to share a massive bed in order for the both of you to get some sleep, and sometimes you’d wake up and knew that he had scooted closer to you within his sleep. though, you’d never look at him because you knew about how deeply he honored his creed.

you didn’t know how to say it, but you were in love, and it was true love. not just a spur of a moment, you knew ever since that day in the bar that you had felt something unique for the mandalorian.

during the morning, you had gotten up extra early in order to make the both of them breakfast. you placed the food down onto a table, and when they were sat the mandalorian thought that it would be funny to make a snarky comment. “what is this, burnt toast sunday?”

you turned around and put the end of the spatula onto your hip while looking at him with a fierce glare. “nice shirt.” he commented as he lifted his mask slightly in order to take a bite of the toast he had complained about before. you looked down at what you were wearing, and it was his shirt.

the sound of his actual voice didn’t go unnoticed by you. you gulped down harshly, quickly adverting your gaze someplace else to return the sassy response you had planned for him.

you managed to scoff, “it’s morning and you’re already bashing me.” rolling your eyes before turning back around and flipping some pancakes.

“okay. no more comments about your burnt toast or you wearing my shirt.” he promises, looking down at the kid who seemed to be happily eating while watching the two of them.

“at least one guy in this house is appreciative of me.” you state, bending down to kiss the top of the kids head.

he cooes happily at you, and you lay down chopped up pancake pieces that had bacon within them. the mandalorian unknowingly stirs within his chair.

for once, you let go of every single one of your fears and your ghosts. you wanted to allow yourself to indulge in the happiness the mandalorian and kid offered you.

you felt different whenever you were near them, it was like you belonged somewhere. the sense that these people accepted you for yourself and didn’t expect you to be anyone else but that.

even with your horrid cooking, they still thanked you for it. of course, the kid in his special way. you protected the kid like it was your own, and the mandalorian didn’t ever let that go unnoticed.

you and the mandalorian were walking beside one another through a nearby town. you were looking for someone to fix up the ship while the kid was sleeping. “so then this girl was like, ‘you need to get out of here’, and he started to ramble on about how his girlfriend was fooling around with another guy!” you explain to the mandalorian as you eagerly spill some gossip you heard. his gaze was locked onto you as you talked, giving you his undeniable attention.

“that’s messy.” he commented, slightly chuckling though it came out blurred due to his mask. you didn’t mind though, cause you knew that he was chuckling and that’s all you really needed.

“yeah and then —“ you began to continue but something stopped you.

“it’s you who is spreading rumors about me around!” a man’s voice invaded into your conversation.

you turned your head to look in front of you, and saw the dude that apparently had a trivial relationship.

“pardon?” you raised and eyebrow as you had no clue what he was talking about.

“you’re the one who is spreading nonsense about my relationship!” he yelled once more, furiously marching his way over to you. the mandalorian took a step in front of you. it was just a simple step that would protect you from the frustrated man, but it said enough.

“she didn’t cause those rumors. she herself overheard them.” the mandalorian told him, his stern voice came out perfectly leaving no room for denial or arguments.

feeling more than just intimated, the man scoffed. “whatever.” he swung his hands up into the air before turning around and walking back into the direction he came from.

the mandalorian stared at his fading figure until he was completely gone. he turned around to face you, and the moment he did you planted a kiss onto the middle of his helmet where you thought his mouth would be.

he paused in his place, completely frozen as he took in what was happening. he felt his own cheeks began to flush with heat, making it difficult to breathe. the moment you pulled away you muttered “thank you.” then, you left the flustered mandalorian alone as you needed to go back to the ship and check on the kid.

“you can be serious about benching me again!” you shouted and slammed your hands onto the table. you and the mandalorian were having an argument because he wouldn’t let you go out on a mission with him, ever since that time where the man came up to you and he stepped in front you had been benched.

“i’m not benching you.” he told you calmly, crossing his arms as he stood on the other side of the table.

“yes you are?! this is the fifth mission that you have gone on alone because of what? you tell me that i have to ‘stay with the kid and make sure nothing happens’.” you quote the exact words that he used on you all of the time. “i’m not a little kid. i’m not useless. so tell me exactly why i’m in here, and not out there doing something to help?!” you question him as you lift yourself off the table and begin to walk in circles, absolutely furious.

“can’t you calm down first? i cant talk to you when you’re acting like this.” he told you, putting his hand on his head and slightly shaking it in disapproval.

“you know what? i’m done.” you raise your hands above your head. “i’m going out.” you announce, opening the door of the space shuttle.

“where are you going?!” the mandalorian questioned you as he trailed your footsteps down until he reached the door.

“i’m leaving. i need some time to cool off.” you answered him before turning around and walking off.

“wait!” he called out, making you stop in your tracks. “you’ll come back, right?” his voice through the mask covered how much fear he was truly feeling. he was terrified that you’d walk out and never come back to him. you’d become a part of his clan, even if you didn’t want too — you now were.

you took a moment to respond and the anticipation almost broke him. “yes.” you replied to him, and a wave of relief flowed over him. “we can talk once i cooled off.” we’re the last words before you walked off.

he waited for you at the table for hours on end, his hands in his palms as he thought about how foolish he had been.

he should’ve communicated the reasons behind why he needed for you to be here with the kid, and tried to understand how you felt as well.

his heart leapt out of his chest when he heard his ships door open, and another wave of relief began to pour into his veins when he saw your figure standing within it.

“hi.” you say to him, putting your coat onto a coat hanger.

“hello.” he greeted you back, watching your movements carefully and almost anxiously.

“we need to talk about this.” you pulled out the chair across from him and sat down within it. he nodded in agreement. a moment of pure silence surrounded the two of you as you awaited for the other to speak, and eventually you took the lead. “why are you benching me?”

“i’m not benching you.” the mandalorian told you, and before you could interject with your objections to his statement he continued, “i want you to be here with the kid so that you’ll be safe.” he admitted, looking over to you.

“that’s not your job to decide that for me.” you told him, and that much was true. it wasn’t really his job. he didn’t have any emotional ties to you. hell, even physical. he just wanted to. he needed it.

“i… i know.” he replied, defeated. “i just worry about you whenever you’re out there. i care about you’re safety more than mine.” he further confesses more of his inner thoughts that have been bottled up inside his mind.

“don’t you ever think about how i worry the same things? every single time i’m here i constantly worry if you’re going to be killed because you were dumb enough to go at it alone when you’re not alone anymore.” you lift your hand up to touch his gloves one, and it seems as if your words seem to hit him hard. “i’m here.” you tell him, “you don’t have to put yourself in so much danger. it’s safer and better if we work as a team.”

his masked face looks over to your hands that were connected, and stares at you in silence for a very long time. “you’re right.” he speaks up. “i’m sorry, i should’ve explained sooner.” he apologizes on his own behalf.

“it’s okay. i shouldn’t have slammed my hands onto the table.” you, too, apologize for your behavior.

he chuckles slightly, “it’s okay.” he reassures, looking at you with lovesick soft eyes that were thankfully covered by metal.

that night, the mandalorian stirred in his sleep. he didn’t know why it was so difficult to fall asleep next to you anymore. it’s just every single time he tried he heard you shift, and thought about how it would be like if he snaked his arms around your waist and you were able to see the real him.

he had already broken his creed for the kid, and you have given him more support than anyone else in the world. he truly didn’t believe that he’d be accepted back, so why was he hiding from you?

he thought about this for hours before actually acting upon it. “hey.” he called out to you. you hummed sleepily in response, but you were jolted out of it as his bare hand touched your cheek.

the tip of his finger trailed your cheek bone as it removed a piece of hair that had slipped from its original position.

“what are you doing?” you questioned him, tightly closing your eyes. “are you trying to break your creed again!” you scold him for his unusual behavior.

“i… i want you to see me when i tell you this.” he whispers into your ear, and his breath tickles your neck.

“what are you taking about?”

you feel his hand touch your shoulder that was covered by his tshirt. “look at me.” he ordered you sternly, which was extremely not like him whatsoever.

“are you sure?” you give him one last chance to back you.

a strange look appeared on his face as he paused for a moment. he was scared how you’ll react to seeing the real him, but what horrified him the most is how you’ll react to his confession. “i’m sure.”

you opened your eyes. the room was dimly lit, but you could still make out his features within it. your jaw dropped as he was just as handsome as you imagined.

his outgrown wavy hair that seemed to be mushed down due to his helmet. his darkly colored eyes that reflected the tiniest bit of light within them, making them look like stats within the night sky.

“i.. um,” he cleared his throat, as a new sense of embarrassment began to surface. “you’re my… best friend.” he admits to you, and in that moment you knew exactly what he meant by those words. he is in love with you.

you could hear it in the silence between you two in that moment, where his begging eyes were desperately awaiting your reply to him. how his lip trembled slightly by the fact that you might reject him, or turn away bow that he has revealed himself to you.

you could feel it on the way home, which was him. you slowly moved closer to him — your home.

you could see it with the lights out as you were resting your head within his chest, listening to his rapidly beating heart. smiling like a lovesick idiot into his bare skin, as you trailed kisses from his chest to the tip of his jawline. he shuttered underneath your affection, as if he hadn’t received any for years on end. “i love you too.” you whispered to him within the darkness, “even then, and even now.”

later that day, the two of you were dancing around in a snow-globe as you had received some music that the two of you learned to adore together. “do you wanna know the meaning behind your necklace i got you?” he asks as his hands rested in your waistband, while the two of you continued to spin in circles.

“i’ve been dying to hear this! absolutely!” you replied, beaming from ear to ear with excitement. you have awaited this day ever since he gave it to you.

“well, my real name is din djarin.” he confessed to you, as he made you spin in a circle alone before he returned you back into his grasp. “awhile after i met you, i knew that you were the one i’d spend the rest of my time with. so, i wanted you to have a piece of me with you at all times — for you to be apart of my clan.” he explained himself.

your cheeks flush with a pink tint as you thought back to the time he gave it to you, it wasn’t too far long since he had met you. “yeah right, you just wanted for other men to not have a chance with me.” you teased him, even though you completely believed his story.

“did i skip that part?” he raised an eyebrow, with a smug smile plastered on his face.

“i knew it!” your jaw dropped as you laughed, “kid, he has been playing me this entire time!” you looked over to the kid and he pointed at din while shaking his head from left to right. “he’s saying ‘naughty din’!” he rolled his eyes at the two of you ganging up on him per usual.

after your dance lesson, you we’re doing your turn of the laundry snd you stumbled upon learn a picture of you and the kid that din keeps hidden within in his pocket at all times. you looked over the corner to witness him lifting up the kid into the air with the brightest smile plastered on his face.

that’s the moment you finally understood why soldiers lost their minds and fought in the wars and why you’ve spent your entire life trying to put these feelings into words. you found a home — your home. din djarin and the kid had stumbled upon you and changed everything for the better.

next din djarin song chapter

[letmehavemyfictionalmen]

Galactic Vows

Summary: Amidst worlds vastly divergent, two souls are joined by fate's decree, an arranged bond. Strangers at first, a flame flickers, then steadily grows, a bright ember born of the intricacies of their new life. Through turmoil and strife, they forge ahead, their love unfurling like a rare, exquisite flower blooming amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Side by side, they brave their trials, fighting for their beliefs and for each other, and in this struggle, they form an unbreakable bond.

pairing: Manda'lor!Din Djarin x afab!Princess!reader

warning: 18+ content, Eventual smut, Royalty Au, Unprotected sex, Violence, Death, Blood, Age-Gap, Fluff, Angst, Idiots in love, Flirting, possessive!Din, Powerful!reader, Dragons, Themes of war and political power, Trauma, Arranged marriage, Grogu being too cute you won't survive his cuteness, Emperor!Din.

Chapters

001. — Unveiling the Unforeseen — [Within the walls of Aurorium's regal abode, murmurs of an imminent betrothal flutter like delicate wings.] 002. — The Starlit Ballad of Hope and Hesitation — [His proposal, a plea for a powerful alliance between their worlds, has been delivered. The weight of his people's future now rests on the unknown verdict of a fate tied to the words he wrote.]

This is a Royalty AU of the Star Wars Universe. Although the story takes some inspiration from a few characters of Game of Thrones, it does not rely heavily on these elements.

The reader may come across as too powerful, they have been heavily inspired by Daenerys Targaryen.

☼ Please note that I do not wish to have my work translated or published on any third party reading websites. I claim the rights to my work.

☼ Where I don’t have any rights to the characters, many ideas and OC are my own creation. Please respect that.

[gudhoomanbean]

Stowaway Chapter 2

AN: Hi everybody! Let's goooo next chapter. I'm still busy setting things up, setting the scene, but getting Din and you to interact was definitely fun. I hope I'm able to stay true to who Din is as a character while also cracking that tough shell. Lots of slow burn and tension to come, because thats the BEST part :P. Let me know what you guys think! And should I make longer chapters? It would take longer to write and post, but if you'd prefer that lemme know :)

Warnings: Description of weapons, some tension, some swearing.

Word count: 2074

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The silence is suffocating. You just sit there for hours upon hours, with nothing to look at but a shiny helmet, green ears and the lines of stars streaking by. You don't know how he's able to sit so perfectly still for so long. And the awkwardness you feel is slowly eating away at your self control to stay silent. Eventually you can't stand it anymore.

"Am I a prisoner?" You ask, pretty sure you are, but not able to think of another question to break the silence.

That continues.

You're pretty sure he heard you. Is he ignoring you?

"Mr Mandalorian sir, I need to pee." You try again. This time you see his shoulders slump slightly, but you still don't get a response.

"I'll uh, just go downstairs then." You say, getting up. You slowly sidestep the chair while watching the Mandalorian for hints of movement. He stays stock still. You keep retreating backwards, and startle a bit when you hear the hiss of doors opening behind you. You retreat further into the next cabin and wait until the doors hiss closed in front of you and you lose sight of the Mandalorian.

For the first time in hours you're able to take a deep breath. You climb down the ladder as best you can with bound hands, and then turn to look at what you now have to assume is the urinal. Obviously this ship was not made to cater to anybody that doesn't stand up and pee. You stare at it very hard, wondering how on earth you're going to manage to relieve yourself.

"This is ridiculous." You mutter. You look around, wondering if there is possibly another solution. Your eyes land on a small round bucket type thing, and you shrug to yourself. You're no stranger to having to do things the hard way, or the gross way. Growing up on a small farming planet taught you to get your hands dirty, and your time spent as a combat medic for the Resistance made your stomach strong.

So you grab the bucket, pull your pants down, and crouch. And oh sweet stars it feels good. You hadn't realised just how much you needed to go until now. When you're finished you pick up the bucket and empty it into the useless urinal. Flushing it makes a loud sound that you're sure can be heard all the way up in the cockpit.

But if he's going to ignore you, then you're going to take advantage of it and try to amuse yourself down here. Now that one basic need has been fulfilled, you find yourself noticing another. You're so kriffing hungry. You take in the hull before you.

You didn't notice how cluttered it actually is on your way in, you just noticed wide open space in the middle. But the walls are full of stuff. Parts for the ship, nets, containers filled with who knows what. And to your left is a large locker. You move forward to open it up, your curiosity getting the better of you.

As you open the doors you gasp slightly. Every weapon known to the galaxy has got to be in here. You can't even tell what most of them are for. What on earth does someone need such a variety of weapons for, you wonder to yourself.

Turning slightly you notice a little storage locker. You press the button and it slides open, revealing a cot and a net hanging above it, that looks like a make-shift little bed for the kid. This must be where they sleep. You think about sleep, but shake youself. As tired as you are, your hunt for food is not yet over.

You start to dig through the containers, opening the smaller ones first. You're surprised at just how much of it is scraps of metal and parts for the ship. You're pretty sure you could build half a ship with all this stuff. By the time you're opening your fifth box to only find tools, you're starting to lose hope you're going to find anything edible. You groan and rest your head against the container.

"What are you doing?" A gruff voice asks close by. You jump up almost hit your forehead on his helmet. He was bending over you when he spoke, and you hadn't realised he was so close. You stumble back a bit, heart pounding.

"Are you one of those species that eats metal? The only thing in any of these containers is scraps and parts and tools." You ask him, flustered.

"Do you always answer a question with another question?" He asks lowly, taking a step towards you. You huff and hold your ground, not going to allow him to intimidate you further. You stare at him, almost challenging him.

"Only when I have important questions to ask." You say. He takes another step towards you, and you suddenly realise just how tall he is. He's close enough that if you leaned forward a little, your forehead would rest on his chest. This forces you to look up at him, and you have to actively control your rapid breathing. His proximity is slowly eating away at your resolve to not be intimidated.

"Then ask an important question." He says quietly. You suck in a breath at the implication. Like you haven't asked an important question yet. Anger bubbles up inside you, but you remain calm, knowing he's trying to rile you up. He tilts his face lower, and you can feel him looking at you through the helmet. You stare at the dark T shaped visor where you think his eyes are, willing yourself not to blink.

"Food. Where can I find food." You ask, and it comes out as a mumble. You internally kick yourself for sounding afraid, knowing you just lost whatever this interaction was. Not looking away from you, he points and your eyes follow to a container against the opposite wall. The little one right at the very top. You look back at him, and he still hasn't moved an inch. You stand there for a few more minutes until You realise grumpily you won't win this standoff especially not with your stomach beginning to eat your liver. So you take a step back and walk over to the container.

You open it and see a couple packets of rations, and while it isn't restaurant quality, you're just so glad there is actually something edible on this ship. You pick one up and open it, trying to work with your hands still cuffed and shaking from hunger. You pop a cracker into your mouth and almost forget to chew, practically inhaling the nutrition. You turn around and find the Mandalorian still staring at you.

You realise you didn't ask if you could eat the food. You blush a little in embarassment, scolding yourself for your rudeness. He didn't throw you in Carbonite, so as much as you want to fight back against his intimidating presence, you have to remember to at least be somewhat grateful to him. There was nothing that stopped him from turning the ship around and dropping you back at the transport, but he didn't.

"Am I going to stay cuffed the whole time?" You ask, and the little part of you inside that just scolded you for being rude throws a massive fit and almost walks out on you. You were supposed to say thank you. The Mandalorian doesn't say anything and only walks towards you. He stops again in front of you and you lift your hands up a little. He bends closer to you, and you feel your heart beating against your chest like a war drum.

He doesn't stop moving closer, and you're so shocked you don't remember how to move or breathe. You just stand there and stare at him with big eyes as he leans in, so that there is barely 10cm between the two of you. He continues to look down at you and your heart sits in your throat. He lifts his arm and you watch out of the corner of your eye as he reaches around you and grabs two packets of rations. He then pulls away from you, turns around and walks away, climbing the ladder and disappearing.

You stand there for a while, dumb struck. You're not sure what happened to your body in that moment, but when he was so close to you your mind just started to short circuit. You stare at the ladder where he disappeared and sink to the ground, absent-mindedly munching on your rations while pondering the great mystery of the armoured man.

What were his intentions? Why did he let you stay on the ship? Who was he? Your head was spinning with all these unknowns, and you wondered to yourself exactly who's ship you got on. You finish your rations and feel your eyes start to get heavy. At least now you know you aren't in immediate danger, so maybe some shut eye isn't so bad.

You remember seeing scraps of cloth and blankets in one of the containers, and you get up to go and pull some out. You grab a reasonable bundle and make yourself a little nest on the floor, knowing that you easily get cold. You wrap yourself up and drift off the minute you get settled.

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Din climbed down the stairs with Grogu in his arms. The kid was tired and so was he, but with a stranger on the ship he was not going to be able to sleep. He reached the bottom of the stairs and saw a bundle of blankets on the floor. He walked over and saw your forehead peaking out through a gap in some of them. He contemplated you, this strange person that snuck onto his ship without him knowing.

He had to admit, you were good at being sneaky. If he hadn't gone into that chamber and seen your heat signature through the wall, he would never have known you were there. That also reminded him that he needed to be extra cautious. He couldn't let it happen again.

Grogu suddenly wiggled out of his arms and slid to the floor, waddling over to where you were lying. He pointed at you and looked up at his dad, his eyes full of questions. Din didn't know what to tell him. He knew nothing about you except that you were a stowaway, you worked for the New Republic and you were a doctor.

Were you really only on this ship because the transport was dead in space? Din had seen the state of the ship and was inclined to believe you, but years of experience warned him to be cautious around you, because anyone could lie. You were absolutely going to stay cuffed until they reached Nevarro. Grogu started to climb into the blankets and Din reached forward to stop him.

"Hey, no. That's not your bed." He muttered, trying not to wake you. He picked up Grogu who made an upset sound and reached out to try and get back to the blankets. Din couldn't blame him, you made a little bed that looked comfy as hell, but he didn't trust you, and couldn't let Grogu sleep there. He carried Grogu to the compartment with the cot and opened it up. He placed Grogu in his little hanging bed and patted him, waiting for the kid to fall asleep.

Eventually Grogu's breathing came in long deep breaths, and looking behind him, Din saw that you were also still passed out. He decided to stay here, and lie down on the cot so he could watch Grogu, and leave the door open so he could watch you too. Climbing in he lay down with a soft grunt, the aches from sitting in a chair for hours starting to feel slightly better.

And so Din stayed like that, watching his son, and watching you. Wondering what the next few days would hold, and thinking about how much he secretly had enjoyed making you so flustered when he had gotten too close. He smiled only slightly to himself, knowing that eventually you would learn that if you challenged him, you would lose.

The rhythmic breathing from his son and from you started to lull him slightly, and before he even realised he had sunk into the dreamscape.

[wxckedwxrld]

Star Wars

Imagines

Din Djarin

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

[hellfireclubmember3]

I'm having a lot of fun writing my Din Djarin X Reader fic! It gives me the warm fuzzies and I hope this chapter does the same for you. If you like it, please consider checking out the rest of the story on my Wattpad!

Love After Loss

Chapter 7 - The Meal

I was really getting used to having Din around. My quiet home wasn't so quiet anymore and it was so nice. This was both exciting, but also worrying. The end of our agreed upon month together was approaching faster than I would like it to. If I was successful with changing his mind, then maybe Din would want to stay here and give up the Way of the Mandalore. 

It was a thought I tried not to think about too often with the risk of being crushed. I did not want to get too attached to Din's companionship just to have it taken away from me if he decided to bathe in the Living Waters and return to the covert after all. Losing my partner and my people so abruptly in the past was excruciating. I know that losing the company with Din won't be as hard, but it won't be pleasant. 

These were the thoughts running through my mind as I worked in the garden. The sun was shining and a light breeze was blowing the sweet air by me. It was so peaceful and serene. While I was working on harvesting some vegetables and weeding the plants, Din was cleaning out the pen and feeding the animals. I don't know how I managed all of this on my own before. Another reason why I'll be sad if he chooses not to stay.

I was wrapping up my work in the garden, my hands and knees in the soil, when Din approached. I had assumed he came over to speak with me, but he walked right by. Instead, he stood near the edge of the garden, looking out into the forest beyond. "Everything okay?" I asked, wondering what he could possibly be looking for.

He scanned the forest a bit more before finally peeling his eyes away to face me. "Yeah, I just thought I saw someone over there."

At his words, I snapped my head over to the forest line to scan it for myself. It wasn't unheard of for someone to be over there. Every once in a while a villager would make their way over while on a walk or gathering supplies of some kind, but they usually stopped by to say hello. There didn't appear to be anyone there, but I still felt uneasy about it. "You sure everything is okay?"

Din turned to me. "Yes, I was probably just imagining it." He said with a comforting smile. The nerves I had in my stomach diminished a bit with his response, but still lingered. Din could tell. "Hey, it's fine. I didn't mean to worry you. Let's finish up out here and go inside. I'm starving!"

And with that, I grabbed my basket of veggies, brushed off the dirt on my hands and knees, and made my way inside. My uneasiness shrinking the closer I got to the door.

Din and I worked closely together to prepare our meal. We made easy conversation and even joked around while cooking. The differences between when Din first arrived here and how he was acting now were astronomical. I think the country living life suited him. 

We sat and the table and began to eat our meal. My thoughts couldn't help but return to the idea of him settling down here with me. I wanted to know what he was thinking, how he was feeling, if he was leaning one way or the other. But, I really didn't want to push him. Ultimately, my goal of the deal wasn't to develop a relationship with him, but simply to expose him to the life that I had learned to love. It wouldn't be right if I tried to convince him one way or the other, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to try and see where his head was at.

"So, how are you enjoying your time here?" I tried to ask as casually as possible. 

A thoughtful look seemed to briefly pass over Din's face, but quickly disappeared as he responded just as casually, "It's different than I expected, but... it's nice." My heart jumped a bit at his admission. There was yet hope. "Why do you ask?" 

I tried to calm my excitement and hide any emotion I had before responding. "No particular reason, just wanted to check in." Din gave me another thoughtful look, this time lingering on me. The two of us were quiet, the only sounds between us being the scraping of utensils and food as we finished our meal.

"I haven't decided yet what I'm going to do, you know." Din said, breaking our silence.

I shook my head. "Of course not. And I didn't expect you to." For some reason my throat began to tighten. I had no reason to cry or even get emotional, but I couldn't stop myself. 

Din grabbed my hand gently. "It's a decision that I'm not taking lightly. And you're definitely making it a tougher decision than I thought it would be." He added with a soft smile.

My cheeks warmed. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't find any words to fill it with. Instead, I resolved to embrace the moment, ignoring all logic and focusing simply on my feelings. With my hand still in Din's, I leaned in and placed my lips on his, closing my eyes. 

Din seemed surprised at the unexpected kiss, but quickly brushed off any shock and fully embraced it. He kissed me right back, reciprocating my energy and adding his own enthusiasm. After a few seconds, we pulled away and simply peered into each other's eyes. A few awkward moments passed, and then the two of us were laughing together.

Whether the laughter was from nerves or enjoyment, it didn't matter. We were so comfortable with each other and the interaction just felt so natural and easy. "You really are making this challenging for me, Y/N." Din joked and we laughed some more. 

"I'm really not trying to, I swear." But Din didn't seem convinced. It didn't matter though because we clearly were feeling things for each other whether we wanted to admit it or not. And despite our feelings and the kiss we just shared, I still wanted him to do what would be best for him in the long run. Whether that be staying with me, or returning to his old life, I would support him. 

After gathering ourselves and returning to reality, we cleaned up meal and washed our dishes. We spent the rest of the day doing whatever we wanted, but made sure that we were close to each other, always being within arm's reach.