#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.

[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

[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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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. 

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Me with you guys simping over hot men

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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

Escape From Rapture {Bioshock story}: Part 3 coming out soon

I Would Burn The World For You My Love {Tom Hiddleston Mafia Story}: Chapter 2 coming out soon

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I Would Burn The World For You My Love (Tom Hiddleston Mafia story}: Chapter 1

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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.

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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

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The Masked Devotion

Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: Din Djarin protects you with unwavering loyalty. But behind his beskar mask lies a heart longing for more.

The sands of Nevarro stretched endlessly, golden and harsh under the sun’s dying light.

You followed Din Djarin’s figure as he moved steadily ahead, his beskar armour gleaming.

He walked with purpose, his shoulders squared, his hand never far from his blaster. Even in silence, his presence was steady, a constant reminder that you were safe as long as he was near.

The ancient ruins appeared before you, black stone structures weathered by time.

They were massive, cold, and silent, untouched for centuries. You hesitated, feeling a chill despite the desert heat. “Are you sure this is the place?”

He glanced over his shoulder, his helmet reflecting the crimson sky. “This is where the bounty led us. Stay close.”

His voice was steady, and unyielding, and it grounded you.

You trusted him.

You followed him inside, shadows swallowing you both as you ventured deeper into the ruins.

It got cold, and the air was stale, heavy with dust and silence.

The darkness grew as you moved further in, and you stumbled over uneven stone. Din’s hand shot out, catching your arm before you could fall. His grip was firm, his touch careful, and he held you a moment longer than necessary.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice softened by concern.

You nodded, but your heart raced, his touch lingering on your skin. “I’m fine… just a little dark in here.”

His helmet tilted, the visor locking on you. “Stay close,” he repeated, his tone gentler. He didn’t let go of your arm as he guided you forward, his gloved hand warm and steady.

You walked beside him, acutely aware of his presence. You had been travelling together for weeks now, your lives intertwined by circumstance.

Yet, every time he looked at you felt a warmth spread through your chest. Even if you couldn't see his eyes, only his helmet.

“Din,” you said softly, your voice echoing off the stone walls. “Why do you protect me?”

He stopped walking, his hand falling.

Silence filled the space between you, heavy and uncertain. He looked at you, his helmet concealing whatever thoughts lay behind his eyes. “You know why.”

You did know, but you wanted to hear him say it.

You wanted him to break through that wall he kept around himself, to let you in. “I want to hear you say it.”

He turned away, his shoulders tense. “It’s my job. I made a promise to keep you safe.”

You stepped closer, refusing to let him retreat. “Is that all it is? Just a job?”

His shoulders sank, and for a moment, he looked so human, so vulnerable, despite the armour. “No,” he admitted, his voice firm. “It hasn’t been just a job for a long time.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your breath catching in your throat. “Then why won’t you let me in? Why do you keep pushing me away?”

He turned back to you, his hands clenched at his sides. “Because this is all I can give you. A man in a mask. A protector. I can’t be… more than that.”

His words were pained, weighed down by self-doubt. You reached out, placing your hand on his chest, feeling the cold beskar beneath your palm. “You’re more than just a mask, Din. You’re more than just armour.”

He trembled under your touch, his chest rising and falling as he took a shaky breath. “I can’t take it off,” he said, his voice strained. “Not even for you.”

You smiled, leaning in until your forehead rested against his chest plate. “I don’t need to see your face to know you. I already know who you are.”

He stilled, his body still, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to pull you closer or push you away.

He needed to make a decision.

Push you away, and lose you, or pull you close and keep you forever.

But deep down, he already made his decision long before this moment.

Slowly, his arms wrapped around you, hesitant but strong. He held you there, his helmet pressing lightly against your hair. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, his voice raw.

Your heart swelled, and you held him tighter. “Then show me. Let me stay.”

He exhaled shakily, his hold on you tightening. “I don’t know how to let anyone stay.”

You pulled back just enough to look up at him, your eyes meeting the dark visor. “Then I’ll teach you.”

For a moment, he just stood there, silent and still.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he rested his forehead against yours, the cold metal pressing gently to your skin. It was the closest he could come to a kiss, a promise made without words.

He stayed like that, breathing with you, holding you as if you were the only light left in his world of shadows. “Alright,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Stay with me, please.”

You closed your eyes, a tear slipping free as you leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the armour. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The ruins around you were ancient and cold, but in his arms, you found warmth.

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" you look like shit "

..... Din, there's a nicer way to say you dont look so well than that 🤣🤣

Awwwwwww.... he's been keeping an eye on the reader 🥺🥺

I love love a soft caring Din fic 🥰🥰🥰 thank you for the fic!

The Cure - one shot

Din Djarin x Sick!Reader

summary: after you fall ill, the mandalorian is there to take care of you.

warnings: none, I got covid and wanted some self-indulgent sickfic, so here we are...enjoy <3

word count: 1.7k+

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It started with just a few sniffles after a quick trip to Pagodon. It had only been a few days of hunting a bail jumper—nothing you or Mando couldn’t handle. You had figured it was just some residual chills from the icy planet and its bone-chilling climate, but when the sniffles persisted, your copilot demanded answers about your condition.

“It’s really nothing,” you said, sniffing and engaging auto-nav controls on the Crest. 

“If it was nothing, you’d be better by now,” the Mandalorian said. His helmet was focused on you, analyzing your every move.

“Everybody is different, Mando.” You rose from your seat, quickly moving to the ladder that led from the cockpit to the cargo hold. “You just have to trust me.”

You barely heard him grumble in response as you descended, stumbling a bit upon hopping off the rung a meter off the floor. Come to think of it, your coordination the past couple days had been off, and motor tasks that you normally completed without a second thought had suddenly required more cognitive effort than they had before. Even flying the Crest was an unusual challenge—you were leaning more on Mando for affirmation and guidance, and you were less sure of the maneuvers you executed. Maybe you really were sick, or maybe the bucket head was just making you paranoid.

After recovering from your unsteady landing, you walked to the right and through a mess of rags and fabric that divided your makeshift rack from the rest of the cargo hold. You rolled your eyes at the thought of him muttering a snarky “I told you so” if you admitted that you were suspicious about being sicker than you originally believed. You couldn’t afford to give him the satisfaction, you thought as you gathered your sleeping clothes from your makeshift shelving unit next to your cot. One of the drawers got jammed and you cursed as you attempted to shove it back into place, eventually growing frustrated and giving up, storming out and into the ‘fresher to wash up before taking your rack break. Looking in the mirror, your eyes did look a little more bloodshot than normal, but again, you brushed it off, quickly freshening up and heading back to your rack, quickly falling asleep.

You woke to the sound of your name being called urgently, and all you had the energy to do was open your eyes and mumble a “Yes?” and sit up on your elbows.

“Are you alright?”

It was the Mandalorian—was something wrong? His tone worried you, but your brain was too foggy to register anything beyond that. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. “Is it my turn?”

“Your turn? What do you—Never mind,” he sighed. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” you said, laying back down and rubbing your eyes. Your head felt heavy, and your bones felt like lead; fatigue was waging war on your body, a harbinger of something far worse. 

“You look like shit.”

You scoffed. “Thanks, metal man.”

The Mandalorian knelt at your side, his chest entirely too close to your head, his helmet focused on you. It made your heart race and heat rush to your face, and you were suddenly embarrassed about your current state. You watched him gently set one of his gloves on the floor and then press the back of his bare hand to your forehead. The touch felt gentle, almost intimate; it was something you never would have imagined he could be capable of executing. It lit a fire in your chest and soothed you for some reason, but it was over as quick as it had happened.

“You’re burning up,” he said, resting his hand on your shoulder. 

“Really? I feel cold.”

He sighed and gently tugged your cot’s blankets up to your neck, and it took all your strength to remain composed and not comment on your companion’s sudden gentleness. 

“I think you have more than just a cold,” he said. “But I think I could have told you that yesterday.”

“Ha, ha.” You laughed dryly, rolling your eyes. “I haven’t even been that sick.”

“You think I haven’t noticed the little changes?” He sounded shy, but you couldn’t be sure in your current state. “You’re always around me, I notice when you have a change in demeanor or behavior.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a liking towards me, Mandalorian.” You smirked, feeling a quick burst of energy spring forward. 

Hearing him admit to watching you, caring for you, even if you didn’t notice it, made your heart sing. You did the same for him, and not just because you were copilots—you had developed feelings for him over the past few months. His broodiness, incredible skills, and surprising honesty drew you in, and you had learned through conversation how interesting he was as a person beyond his impressive Guild rates. The Mandalorian was a man of devotion, honor, and few words, and whenever he spoke to you, whether it be about the Crest, a hunt, or his life, your heart sang and you had to fight a smile from creeping across your face. It would be entirely unprofessional for you to admit that you had been watching him, too. 

His lack of response to your comment told you that you had been accurate in your assumption, which was both a relief and a shock. It was a little too much for your foggy head to comprehend, though, so all you could do was smile up at him. You didn’t know if you were dreaming when you reached out and placed a shaking hand on his helmet, and you certainly didn’t know if his gentle lean into your hand was a mirage as well. 

When you opened your eyes again, you saw a pile of beskar slumped against your shelves, facing you. The Mandalorian was keeping watch over you, and when he noticed you shift and stretch, he rose and then sat at the end of your cot. 

“You fell asleep again.”

“Really?” You scrunched your eyes closed, tensing and relaxing your muscles from your toes to your fingers. 

“Your body obviously needs the rest,” he said, and you felt him gingerly place a hand on your leg. “I think you should rest until you’re well again. Luckily, we’re in hyperspace right now, so you have some time.”

The weight of his hand caused your eyes to snap open and take in the sight of the deadly Mandalorian. He was nervously perched on the edge of your cot, his bare hand on your leg, visor trained on you. His body language gave away his desire to do more for you; his shoulders were relaxed and forced open to angle his chest toward you, his legs spread and head tilted in concern. You wanted—no, ached—for him to do more, and you didn’t want to fight that feeling. If he rejected you, you’d blame it on your sickness and the mental fogginess it gave you.

“How much longer are we going to be in hyperspace for?”

“Longer than normal, maybe twice the time it usually takes us.” He paused, turning his body toward you. “Why?”

“C-Could you rest with me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

You felt like a child under his gaze, your blankets pulled up to your chin and your eyes wide as you waited for his response. The Mandalorian withdrew his hand from your leg and stood, placing his hands on his hips.

Then, he sighed and shrugged. “Fuck it.” He murmured under his breath, bending down to detach one of his beskar tassets off his thigh. “I don’t see why not.”

You were so prepared for rejection that you hadn’t considered his agreement. Due to this, you stuttered a word of thanks and watched him strip off his beskar piece by piece. He was incredibly neat about it; everything was placed gently in a pile at the foot of your cot and although you couldn’t see how he placed every piece, you could tell it was deliberate and exact. You expected nothing less from this methodical hunter, and it brought a nervous heat to your face and neck as you considered how intimate it was to see him literally strip away his defenses. Knowing it was all for you made it even sweeter, and it made you question how platonic your relationship truly was.

Finally, he was down to his flight suit and helmet, staring down at you where he stood. Without him asking, you shifted yourself to the right of the cot, making room at your right side for him to lay. Understanding your movement, he walked to that side and cleared his throat.

“If I dim the lights, you have to promise not to open your eyes.”

You smiled and rolled onto your left side, closing your eyes. “Of course. I’ll even turn around.”

You heard him chuckle and then the hiss of his helmet as he took it off. There was a click and a hum, and you barely noticed the environment in front of your closed eyes grow darker. Then, the cot shifted with the addition of the Mandalorian, and you jumped when you felt his arm slowly wrap around you, his hand running down your arm and resting atop yours. You were trapped in his warm embrace, and it immediately made your heart race.

“Is this okay?”

You nodded vigorously. “This is perfect, Mando.” You exhaled deeply, nestling into his chest. “I could fall asleep right now.”

“That’s the idea,” he said, and you clung onto every syllable.

His warm voice hit your ears and sunk into your bones like honey, intoxicating you with intimacy and sweetness. You didn’t think that this deadly man was capable of such softness and domesticity, but here it was for you to experience and hold in your memory forever. Though your heart was racing, you were more relaxed than you had been in a long time, and you were positive that this alone would be a prime ingredient in the recipe that would cure your sickness.

He squeezed you, holding you tight against his warm body. It eased the occasional chill that ran through your bones, and you relaxed in his embrace even more. He planted a gentle kiss on the back of your head, and you smiled, hoping he could tell from your gentle hum of contentment that the gesture didn’t go unappreciated. 

“I’ve got you, sweet one,” he whispered, kissing you again. “I’ll make sure you get well soon.”

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grumpy beefy mando falling for soft!reader in her “grandma era” - all she wants to do is crochet, bake and frolic around the galaxy with mando and grogu 🫶🏽

"He doesn't like hats."

You glance up at Din from where you're testing a length of crocheted stitches beneath Grogu's chin, ensuring that the hat inspired by the local flora of the forest planet you've found shelter on won't fall off if he gets too rigorous in his play.

Grogu coos beneath the flower hat, but whether it's in agreement or protest you can't tell.

"He likes this one," You decide, when the little green terror before you doesn't fight as you maneuver his ears through their designated slots, "And he doesn't have to wear it if he doesn't want to."

Your fingers slip the little white button through the slot you've left in the band, and the hat is secured around Grogu's chin; the cutest little flower you ever did see.

"Oh, honey," You gush, scooping the child up and tucking him into your arms, "You wanna see your hat? C'mere, let's look."

You crouch in front of the tree stump that Din has settled on, holding Grogu up to the man's beskar chest plate. It's freshly polished, but not completely reflective, so at the right angle, Grogu catches a blurry, slightly distorted version of himself in a very pink hat.

His legs are still too small to kick in excitement, but his arms pick up the slack, flapping about while copious amounts of baby babble streams from his mouth. Evidently he's pleased with your handiwork.

Din stays silent while he offers his armor up for Grogu's viewing pleasure, but the child's hands soon find the soft strap beneath his chin and tug.

"I told you he didn't like hats..." Din murmurs, not to be cruel, but to fill empty space in the air when your shoulders deflate slightly.

"I thought he'd like it if it was softer," You hum sadly, helping Grogu take the button out of its clasp so that he can tug the hat off of his head, "I just figured he didn't like the helmet you gave him because it was uncomfortable."

As soon as you've freed Grogu from the confines of his flowery prison his hands slap against the shiny metal of Din's armor. He takes the child out of your hands but Grogu keeps his hat tightly clutched in his fist, and, with valiant effort, pushes the hat into Din's helmet, insistently cooing something that sounds suspiciously like buir.

Your giddiness returns, and you circle Din like a hawk, "Oh, you want your buir to wear it? Let's see," Amidst Din's protests you balance the too-small cap on his helmet, and he stills if only to save the hat from slipping and dying a muddy death on the ground below.

"It doesn't fit me." He grumbles, body stiff as he keeps it balanced on his head. Grogu seems pleased with his buir's new headpiece, squealing and showing off his newly-emerged teeth in a grin.

"I'll make you a matching one!" You declare, snatching the hat off of his helmet to give him the freedom of movement again, "Grogu, baby, what color should Din's be?"

"Bah!" Grogu decides, and your steps still where you're racing back towards your shelter.

"Uh... how about purple?" You suggest, and another resounding 'Bah.' is all the encouragement you need.

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Heya! May i have a Mandalorian x fem!reader? She's like his mechanic or something but she's also very attached to Grogu and is very caring towards them both. Maybe they're out somewhere and are attacked and reader gets hurt protecting Grogu and Din realizes how much he cares for her?

author's note: Thank you so much for requesting <3

A Home Among the Stars

The hiss of pressurized air filled the workshop as you carefully adjusted the hydrospanner in your hand. Your fingers danced over the controls, tightening bolts along the Razor Crest’s engine panel. Despite the old ship’s wear and tear, it had a charm that only a mechanic could appreciate—or someone who spent hours trying to keep it in the sky.

And that someone was you.

“Din,” you called out, wiping your grease-covered hands on your pants. You didn’t care about appearances when it came to your work. “When’s the last time you actually replaced the heat shielding? This thing’s held together with spit and hope.”

Din Djarin, the Mandalorian clad in his beskar armor, leaned against the entryway, arms crossed. His helmet tilted slightly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you could almost feel his sheepishness.

“It works,” he said simply, voice smooth and modulated.

You rolled your eyes, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Yeah, well, it won’t for long if you keep running it into blaster fire and letting Jawas ‘fix’ it with spare parts.”

A soft coo interrupted your lecture, and you glanced to the side to find Grogu perched on a crate, watching you intently. His big eyes sparkled with curiosity as his tiny hands fiddled with a stray bolt you’d left lying around.

“And you,” you said, smiling warmly as you crouched in front of him. “That’s not a toy, little guy.”

Grogu tilted his head, holding the bolt up as if in protest.

“Don’t encourage him,” Din muttered, stepping closer.

Ignoring the bounty hunter, you gently took the bolt from Grogu’s hands, replacing it with a small, smooth rock you kept in your pocket. It was something you’d found on one of your countless scavenging trips—a perfect fit for tiny hands.

“There,” you said softly, brushing your thumb over Grogu’s cheek. “Much better.”

The child made a happy sound, clutching the rock tightly. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, your chest warming with a tenderness you hadn’t felt in years.

“You spoil him,” Din said, though his tone lacked any real bite.

You straightened, shooting him a look. “And you don’t?”

Din shrugged. “He’s—”

“Special,” you finished for him. “I know. And he deserves to be treated that way.”

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the hum of the ship and Grogu’s contented babbling filling the air.

“You’re good with him,” Din said eventually, his voice quieter than usual.

Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected compliment. “He’s easy to love,” you replied, glancing at Grogu. “Both of you are.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you immediately busied yourself with your tools, pretending you hadn’t just bared your soul in the middle of an engine repair.

Din didn’t respond right away, and the weight of his gaze felt almost tangible. You wondered what thoughts were running through his mind behind that expressionless helmet.

“Thank you,” he said finally, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You looked up, surprised. His stance had relaxed slightly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you felt the sincerity in his words.

“Anytime,” you said, giving him a small smile.

The planet was quiet, almost too quiet, as you followed Din through the narrow, winding paths of the market. It was the kind of place that seemed like it had more shadows than people, where eyes lingered too long and conversations hushed when strangers passed. Din walked ahead, his hand resting lightly on the blaster at his hip, while Grogu cooed softly from his floating pod beside you.

“Stick close,” Din said, his voice low but firm. He didn’t turn to look at you, but you could tell from the slight tilt of his helmet that he was checking on you regardless.

“I always do,” you replied, scanning the area. The market stalls were packed with all sorts of strange goods: glowing crystals, exotic fruits, scraps of tech you couldn’t identify. Despite the eerie atmosphere, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity.

Grogu made a delighted sound as you passed a stall selling shiny trinkets, his little hands reaching out toward the wares.

“No,” Din said immediately, his tone that of a long-suffering parent.

“Oh, come on,” you said, smiling as you reached into your pocket. “It’s just a little shiny thing. Let him have it.”

Din sighed, but he didn’t stop you as you handed over a few credits to the vendor and picked up a small metal orb. You placed it in Grogu’s hands, and his wide eyes sparkled with joy as he turned it over, inspecting it like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

“You’re going to spoil him rotten,” Din muttered.

“That’s the goal,” you shot back, grinning.

The Mandalorian shook his head, but you could see the faintest tilt of his helmet that suggested amusement.

The moment of levity didn’t last long. A sharp noise—a blaster bolt cutting through the air—shattered the peace of the market. Din moved before you even processed what was happening, his blaster drawn and his body positioned protectively in front of you and Grogu.

“Get to cover,” he barked, his voice tense.

You didn’t argue. Scooping Grogu’s pod closer to you, you ducked behind a stack of crates, your heart pounding in your chest.

The attackers came into view a moment later—three figures clad in mismatched armor, their weapons raised. You didn’t recognize them, but their intent was clear.

“Hand over the kid,” one of them growled, his voice distorted by a crude helmet.

“Not happening,” Din replied coldly.

Blaster fire erupted, the sound deafening in the confined space. Din moved with precision, returning fire and taking down one of the attackers in seconds. But the others were quick, flanking him and forcing him to retreat closer to your position.

Your hands trembled as you reached for the small blaster Din had insisted you carry. You weren’t a fighter, not like him, but you weren’t about to sit idly by while he and Grogu were in danger.

Grogu whimpered, clutching the shiny orb you’d given him, and your resolve hardened. You shifted to shield his pod with your body, your eyes scanning for an opening.

One of the attackers broke away, heading straight for you.

“Din!” you shouted, but he was too occupied with the other assailant to intervene.

You didn’t think. You didn’t have time to. As the attacker raised his weapon, you lunged forward, firing your blaster. The shot went wide, but it was enough to throw him off. He snarled, swinging his rifle like a club. The impact caught you in the side, and pain exploded through your ribs as you hit the ground hard.

“Stay away from him!” you gasped, struggling to your feet.

The attacker ignored you, his focus locked on Grogu. Adrenaline surged through you, overriding the pain, and you threw yourself between them just as he raised his rifle again. The butt of the weapon struck your shoulder, sending you sprawling.

“Hey!” Din’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and furious.

Before the attacker could land another blow, Din was there. His blaster fired point-blank, dropping the man instantly.

The last assailant, realizing he was outmatched, fled, leaving the market eerily quiet once more.

Din turned to you, his helmet tilting as he took in your crumpled form.

“You’re hurt,” he said, his voice tight.

“I’m fine,” you lied, wincing as you tried to sit up.

“You’re not fine.” He was already kneeling beside you, his gloved hands hovering uncertainly before settling on your arm. “Why didn’t you stay behind cover?”

You glanced at Grogu, who was peering out of his pod with a worried expression. “I couldn’t let them hurt him,” you said simply.

Din was silent for a moment, his grip on your arm tightening slightly. Then, without a word, he scooped you up, carrying you as if you weighed nothing.

“Din—”

“Quiet,” he interrupted, his voice softer now but still firm. “We’re leaving.”

Grogu’s pod floated along beside him as he carried you back toward the Razor Crest, his stride purposeful.

Back on the ship, Din set you down carefully on the small cot in the corner of the hull. He moved with an efficiency that spoke of experience, pulling out a medkit and sitting beside you.

“Let me see,” he said, gesturing to your side.

“I told you, I’m fine—”

“Let me see,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You sighed, relenting as you pulled up your shirt to reveal the bruises blooming across your ribs. Din’s hands stilled for a moment before he reached out, his touch surprisingly gentle as he examined the injury.

“You’re reckless,” he said quietly, though there was no anger in his voice—only something softer, something you couldn’t quite name.

“You’re one to talk,” you muttered, earning a faint huff of amusement from him.

His gloved fingers lingered on your skin for a moment longer than necessary before he pulled away, reaching for a bacta patch. As he applied it, you noticed how careful he was, as if he was afraid of hurting you.

“Why would you do that?” he asked suddenly, his voice low.

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Do what?”

“Put yourself in danger like that.”

You hesitated, searching for the right words. “Because I care about him. About both of you.”

Din stilled, his helmet tilted down toward you. You couldn’t see his face, but you felt the intensity of his gaze all the same.

“You didn’t have to,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

“I did,” you said softly. “I’d do it again if I had to.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, slowly, Din reached up and rested his gloved hand on top of yours.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice filled with a depth of emotion you hadn’t heard before.

Later, you sat on the cot in the hull, your back pressed against the cool metal wall, a blanket wrapped loosely around your shoulders. The dull ache in your ribs had subsided slightly thanks to the bacta patch Din applied earlier, but the events of the day lingered like a storm cloud in your mind.

Grogu sat beside you on the cot, cooing softly as he fiddled with the shiny orb you'd given him earlier. Every now and then, he glanced up at you, his wide, soulful eyes filled with concern. You stroked the soft fuzz on his head absentmindedly, letting his quiet presence soothe you.

The sound of heavy footsteps broke your reverie. Din emerged from the cockpit, his armor catching the dim light as he made his way toward you. He stopped a few paces away, his helmet tilted slightly downward, as if he were unsure how to approach.

“You should be resting,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

“I’m fine,” you replied, though you knew the strain in your voice betrayed you.

“You’re not,” he said, taking another step closer. He gestured to the bruises on your side. “That’s going to take time to heal. You should stay off your feet for a while.”

“And what about you?” you countered, raising an eyebrow. “When’s the last time you rested?”

He didn’t answer, his helmet tilting slightly as if to avoid your gaze.

“Exactly,” you said, shaking your head. “Don’t lecture me about rest when you’re just as bad at it.”

Din sighed, the sound soft but unmistakable. He stepped closer, lowering himself onto the bench across from you. For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the hum of the ship filling the space between you.

“Why did you do it?” he asked suddenly, breaking the quiet. His voice was steady, but there was something beneath it—something raw.

“Do what?” you asked, though you already knew the answer.

“Put yourself in danger for him. For us.”

You glanced down at Grogu, who was now chewing on the edge of the blanket draped over your lap. “Because I care,” you said simply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Din didn’t respond right away. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His helmet was angled toward the floor, but you could feel the weight of his gaze even if you couldn’t see his eyes.

“I’ve seen people do reckless things for credits, for revenge, for power,” he said slowly. “But you… You didn’t hesitate. You didn’t even think about yourself.”

“I thought about Grogu,” you said, your tone firmer now. “And about you. I couldn’t just sit back and let something happen to either of you.”

His shoulders stiffened slightly, and you wondered if you’d said too much. But then he spoke again, his voice softer this time.

“You could’ve been killed.”

“I know.”

“And you’d do it again.”

It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyway. “I would.”

Din leaned back against the wall, his gloved hands resting on his thighs. He stayed silent for a long moment, the tension in the air thick enough to cut.

“You shouldn’t have to,” he said finally, his voice barely audible.

You frowned, tilting your head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“It’s my job to protect him,” he said, his tone almost bitter. “And you. I should’ve been faster, better. You shouldn’t have had to step in.”

The guilt in his voice was palpable, and it twisted something in your chest. You leaned forward, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm.

“Din, you can’t be everywhere at once,” you said gently. “You did everything you could. You always do.”

He didn’t pull away from your touch, but his posture remained rigid. “It’s not enough,” he murmured.

“It is,” you insisted. “And even if it wasn’t, we’re a team, aren’t we? You don’t have to do everything on your own.”

He finally turned his helmet toward you, the reflective surface catching the faint light of the hull. “A team,” he repeated, as if testing the word.

“Yes,” you said firmly. “And a team watches out for each other. That’s what I was doing. Watching out for you and Grogu.”

Grogu chose that moment to coo softly, reaching out with his tiny hands to touch Din’s armored knee. The gesture seemed to break through some of the tension, and Din let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

“You spoil him,” he said, though his tone lacked any real admonishment.

“Someone has to,” you replied with a grin.

Din fell quiet again, but this time the silence felt different—less heavy, more contemplative. He reached out, gently brushing his gloved fingers over Grogu’s ear, eliciting a delighted squeal from the child.

“He cares about you,” Din said, his voice warm. “More than I’ve seen him care about anyone else.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, and you swallowed hard before answering. “I care about him, too. And you.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavier than you intended. Din’s helmet tilted slightly, as if he were studying you, and your heart raced under his scrutiny.

“I know,” he said finally, his voice quiet but certain.

You blinked, unsure how to respond. Before you could say anything, Din rose to his feet, his movements fluid and deliberate. He reached out, resting a hand on your shoulder—a brief, almost hesitant gesture, but one that sent warmth spreading through you.

“Get some rest,” he said, his voice soft. “I’ll take first watch.”

“Din—”

“Please,” he added, cutting you off.

The word caught you off guard. You nodded slowly, leaning back against the cot as Grogu snuggled closer to your side. Din lingered for a moment longer before turning and walking back toward the cockpit, his steps heavy but purposeful.

As the door hissed shut behind him, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Grogu made a soft, contented sound, and you stroked his head absently, your thoughts spinning.

Din’s words echoed in your mind, mingling with the unspoken emotions you’d seen in his actions. There was something there—something deeper than duty, something neither of you were ready to name.

For now, you let it be.

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Okay so I’m thinking Pedro x Actress!reader where another famous guy/actor says in an interview that he has a crush on us which makes Pedro a bit jealous and then we all end up at the same event - maybe Pedro gets abit angsty with him but he’s super loving and affectionate toward us…

warnings: jelousy

a/n: it goes without saying that i apologize for the wait babe, i really loved this request 

It wasn't that he hated him, it was just that if anything were to happen to him he wouldn't be the one to cry, that's all...

and maybe he'd thought about punching that smug look off his face once... or twice... or every time the thought of him came up.

But it still wasn't hate

Hate is a strong word, and Pedro wasn't not one to throw it around easily, he was all for peace and love and everything but this guy... this guy was really pushing the limits

And what the actual fuck was he even doing here tonight?

"You're staring"

Your soft, amused voice pulled him out of his own thoughts, his eyes sliding to you

"I just don't get why he's here"

You stifled a laugh as you answered "The same reason why we are baby"

"he's not even nominated" he grumbled,

"neither am I" You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling his soft scruff graze your palm "It's not a big deal babe, he probably said my name just because it was the first one that popped into his mind" you shook your head "I bet it's not even true"

Yeah right

He would have believed that if you were anybody else, but you... fuck- it didn't take him even a second to fall in love and you expected him to believe that that guy didn't have a crush on you? He would have sooner begun believing that Mark Zuckerberg was one of those lizard guys.

You were everything anyone could have ever dreamed of, you were funny, so incredibly smart it made him feel like a fifth grader in comparison, and god you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen 

he knew what you did to men, he knew what you did to men because that's exactly what you did to him,

and he didn't even mind that much, he'd never been the jealous type, but the problem with Shawn wasn't that he liked you (because he clearly did), but it was that he had the audacity, the smugness to fucking say it out loud, to admit it in front of a camera for anyone to see, like the woman he was talking about didn't have a husband, like he wasn't her fucking husband.

"I saw him look at you before"

This time, you did let out a little snort

"what, how dares he?" you mocked him, laughing again as his face remained completely unamused "It's your big night babe, don't let this silly little thing ruin it, please"

But just then, just when he was finally starting to let go a little, the focus of all of his loathing appeared beside you

"I'm sorry to interrupt-"

Then fucking don't

"I just wanted to introduce myself" 

Shawn's eyes were only on you, as if he didn't even exist, as if your hands hadn't been on his cheeks but a moment prior

"I'm Shawn," he said, offering his hand to you "I'm... well, I'm a really big fan" he ended with a soft laugh, smiling in that charming way that surely made women all woozy

"Hi Shawn, it's a pleasure to meet you-"

As you shook his hand, Pedro was closing his into fists

This fucking guy-

"Hi pal"

Pedro's voice didn't sound even a little bit not completely pissed off

"I'm Pedro," he said "her husband"

The flicker of amusement that sparked behind his eyes made Pedro seriously ponder whether or not a little punch was that bad of an idea

"Oh, I didn't know you were married"

Andrew's eyes were back to you, and god it was taking all of Pedro not to grab him and throw him to the other side of the room

Just the fact that he was looking your way seemed too much, 

How dare he look at you, at his beautiful wife, at the love of his life?

It felt wrong, it was wrong, and it was making him furious

"I'm sure you didn't" Pedro grunted, taking a slow step closer to him "Shawn right?" he asked, even though he knew much too well who he was "What exactly are you doing here?" Pedro's eyes narrowed, his head tilting "I didn't notice your name in any of the nominations"

"baby" your soft warning was met with a soft smile from him, one that faded into a stoic/murderous gaze as soon as your husband's eyes were back on the man before him

"I'm just asking a question sweetheart, that's all"

Shawn seemed to accept Pedro's challenge in the blink of an eye

"I'm here with a friend, he's the one that got the nom"

Pedro nodded slowly, "ah. Right," he said, his hand going to your back and drawing gentle circles on it

He didn't miss the way Shawn followed the movement

"And why exactly are you talking to my wife Shawn?"

Now that, that seemed to take him aback a little, but he recovered quickly

"What?" he laughed "is no one allowed to talk to your wife without your permission or something?"

"Oh absolutely not, my wife can talk to whomever she wishes," Pedro spoke "I'm just not very fond of her talking to men that have openly admitted to liking her" he shrugged as if his eyes and voice weren't yelling murder 

You, in the meantime, were busy looking for the fastest way out of this place

"You've seen the video," Shawn said more like a statement

"I sure did" Your husband nodded "I especially liked the part where you described her as your "dream woman""

Shawn sighed loudly, shaking his head

"listen, man-"

"No, you listen, man" Pedro interrupted him "How 'bout you get the fuck away from me and my wife, mh?" he said more like a threat "How bout that?"

Shawn let out a loud breath before responding

"whatever man" he sighed, his eyes moving to you "It was nice to meet you y/n, maybe we can meet another time..." he glanced to the man on your right "when the guard dog isn't around"

"yeah" Pedro scoffed "Go fuck yourself, buddy"

You both stared at his back as he walked away, but after no more than two seconds, you couldn't help but let your lips pull into the smile you'd been holding this whole time

"that was a bit harsh"

Pedro only grinned as he brought you flash against him with his hands on your waist

"Like you haven't done worse" he smirked

Yeah... while Pedro wasn't usually jealous, you were... let's just say you were not exactly on the same wavelength

"you looked ready to kill him" you chuckled, wrapping your arms behind his neck

"mh" he hummed, ghosting your mouth "Who says I wasn't" he teased, his lips crashing with yours in a long, deep kiss that Pedro absolutely didn't wish for Shawn to be witnessing