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Din Djarin x Reader, The Mandalorian x Reader
Summary: Your employer is pissed when you come back from getting information about a bounty with a bruised hand mark around your neck.
A/N: I kinda just wrote this one because I had a vague idea and ran with it. I think everyone is going to learn very quickly in my writing that clearly jealous/overprotective Din is my fave version of him 🙈
Warnings: reader gets choked and not in the nice way (only talks about it), overprotective Din, Din is your employer but clearly wants to be more, death and m!rder (all in the name of love) 🤗, mentions of blood and bodily harm, mentions of slave traders, fluff with a little bit of spice✨, soft!Din but also a little bit reckless!Din 👀 smut references but not written too explicitly but still MINORS DNI, business associates to lovers arc? 😅 not set at any particular point during the series.
READER does not have a specified gender, they/them pronouns used. Reader does not have a visible disability.
You’d been gone too long and Din was getting anxious.
This hadn’t been his original plan.
The contact for information regarding the bounty had unfortunately been highlighted as a previous foe of his. He’d busted them prior when their bounty puck had fell in his lap over a cycle ago.
Trust Karga to let the man redeem himself by providing intel on high-level bounties with the incentive of remaining out of the hands of the Rebellion that for some reason unbeknownst to Din, wanted his head on a stick.
Why had Din let you go and barter for the information again?
“He won’t suspect me to be a threat.”
Oh right, yeah. That’s what you said.
Except Din was probably worrying about the wrong thing because the biggest threat would be the ex-criminal you were meeting with at Mos Espa Cantina.
“Go say hi to Boba for me. Get the boy fed and I’ll be back soon.”
Din was losing his edge.
On what kriffin planet did he give in to such a request?
You were in danger and he knew it.
He knew it and he still sat in the markets with Grogu, twirling wupiupi coins in his fingers for the past half hour while his son slurped another bowl of pog soup.
Why?
Well, that was easy.
Since the past year you had been travelling with him, Din had grown to have affections for you.
To start he kept you at arms length.
Brief answers to your curious questions turned into nightly talks between your bunks. Subtle touches to guide you through busy and sometimes treacherous places turned into lingering holds in his grasp, fear of losing you to the crowds. He found himself watching you far longer than he ever had before and during times when he didn’t necessarily need to. The sound of you using the fresher while he tucked in his little green son had his heart pounding and a certain area of his armor feeling a little bit too uncomfortable.
He grew more and more protective the further you strayed without him.
He no longer wished for you to venture into dens alone to ask for information on his behalf but he couldn’t deny that you were good at it.
Better than him.
You were calm and collected.
You had a level head.
Something that he could very easily lose control over should Grogu and yourself be threatened by a contact. Though it was the one thing you had learned you could assert yourself over since Din’s change of heart.
You had a job that needed to be done and you were the best person for it.
So Din caved far quicker than he normally would with allowing you to go the cantinas and talk about bounties, pay and information. It sped up the process for Din to track them and also meant he didn’t have to deal with the unwanted chit chat that came with meeting up with Karga.
Something you enjoyed. Something that had Din’s palms itching whenever Karga took your hand to help you stand from the booth, Din’s clenched fist aching to wipe the smug look of his face when he turned back in his direction.
“I like her, Mando. She’s good at getting what she wants.”
He knew you were.
Din wasn’t sure if he was included on the list of things you wanted but you sure as hell were on his.
There was times he had a inkling.
Especially when he was feeding the kid and he caught you looking away when his eyes found you scraping away at your lunch.
Times when you would grab his hand without hesitation and pull him through midnight markets towards the sights of fireworks. Din’s heart warming at the wide smile plastered across your face, the powdery shades of red, blue and green lighting up in your eyes from the sky.
Damn, he was down bad and he had no idea what to do about it.
Technically, he was your employer.
Juggling Grogu and his job was a difficulty. Most of the time he was happy to venture out with Grogu in his carrier or pod but his bounties got, let’s say, brave in their efforts to deter him. Going so far as to aim shots towards the child. They learned his weakness and Din hated it.
So with much reluctance to start, he asked Peli if she would be interested in babysitting him for a price but of course she refused; even with the money on the table.
“Not a chance but I know just the person for the job.”
He had slid the money off the table and walked back to the ship without another word until she scrambled after him.
“Hey, hey, hey! Just hear me out, okay?” Din had sighed, turning back to her from the top of the ramp while she stood hands on her hips and a smile growing. “There’s this kid that needs a job. Call ‘em a distant relative, if you will. They’re desperate. Need money, board, food, water and they’ll make sure your little boy is taken good care of. I swear!”
“Have they taken care of children before?” Din asked inquisitively but also with a half mind to ignore Peli completely and close the ramp in response to her proposal.
“Yeah! Loads of times! They’re a professional!”
Din doubted that very much. He knew Peli’s tactics for selling him an offer and he couldn’t deny that she was good at it.
Fine, he’ll bite. Again.
“Call them.”
He just remembers Peli’s grin, your soft voice on the end of a comlink and then a speeder sounding just outside.
She had presented you to him like a rare gift and he was less than happy to receive you at the time but more than a few rotations later, you had thrown yourself in front of a bounty that had tried to commandeer his ship, their blaster aimed for Grogu in his bunk, taking a graze to the side before Din shot him dead.
You were willing to die to protect his son.
That was more than he could’ve ever asked for.
Later when Din was back at the Crest, you returned.
He had spent the past hours pacing up and down the ramp like a mad man.
Originally, he had planned to detour from the markets with Grogu over to the cantina but you had used your comlink to tell him you were already near the ship.
That was interesting because Din got back to the ship and you weren’t even here.
Which begs the question, why did you lie that you were already nearby?
Maybe he was being paranoid. His fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly, stressing about your whereabouts and the obvious reason as to why he was so stressed to begin with.
So when he’d heard your footsteps up the ramp, your voice calling for Grogu, you were both surprised to see the other staring back.
“Where have you been?” Din questioned gently but you sensed an underlining annoyance to his tone.
“I detoured, sorry,” you sheepishly smiled, holding up a bag of frog meat. “I saw a vendor selling this and I knew Grogu would be happy about it. Not to mention,” you brush past him, eyes focused solely on the sleeping child snuggling into his hammock on Din’s bunk, “it would be nice to see him not eat a whole frog for once.”
You laugh and it eases Din.
Of course he was just being paranoid.
“And the contact?” He says and you remain with your back to him, reaching your hand in carefully to tug the blanket over Grogu’s body. “He give us what we need?”
“He did,” you respond and Din satisfied, presses the button to bring up the ramp and close the hatch. The sound of it whirring so loud, in need of some oiling so much so that you had probably thought he missed your quiet words.
“What was that?” His helmet turns your way when the hatch closes with a loud creak.
“I said, somewhat.”
Okay, maybe he wasn’t being paranoid after all.
Din feels his nerves wash over him, noticing how you’re not even turning around as you address him. He takes you in. You don’t seem discomforted, angry or emotional. You’re incredibly calm.
Though that was worrying.
Normally, you came back from having debriefs with the informants with a story to tell.
“It was quite scary actually. They had this wookie with them but then you’ll never believe this guy! Stood there, blaster in hand, immense glare in his face, goes and shoves a fist in his satchel, I’m ready to throw hands and I shit you not, Din…wookie pulls out a cookie and starts crunching away at it!”
“Have you ever met a Gungan, Din? I think they’re my favourite people I’ve ever met. I mean they were all like, yousa follow us now, okeyday? Seriously! Oh gooberfish! I love them!”
“What do you mean by somewhat?”
You sigh.
This wasn’t good.
“I’m sorry, Din. They gave us the last location. I think that’s the most important thing.”
“What about if they’re solo or run with a crew? We need to know what we’re walking into, otherwise we could get bombarded the moment we land.”
This wasn’t a simple bounty. This guy was one of the worst out there.
A slave trader.
It angered Din to even think about it.
“Something happened,” he doesn’t let you tip-toe around the subject. “What are you not telling me?”
You fall silent and that’s enough for him.
Something did happen and what’s worse, you don’t want to tell him.
He moves towards you and you turn on your heel, ready to protest. Din had only meant to just embrace your shoulder gently to ease you into a conversation he thought you needed to have but the slightest wince had him drawing back almost immediately.
With his steps halted in front of you, the air cold, the crest filled with silence, Din’s visor drops instinctively to your neck.
Was it getting cool? Sure, when it was getting late. Though right now, it was still early afternoon and you never wore a scarf in Mos Espa outside the settlement and in the dunes.
“Did he touch you?”
Din has to bite back the growl threatening to crackle through his modulator.
Your head drops, eyes on the floor and the look of regret on your features make Din pray to the Maker that he’ll kill the man just for the expression on your face.
Then you unravel the scarf and Din wastes no time.
His hand had pulled your collar back gently, his shoulders stiffening at the purpled marks there.
You grimaced before trying for a smile but he sees the way your eyes plead with his, “Before you ask, it looks worse than it feels. I’m fine, Din. Let’s just go.”
He remembers you calling his name after that.
Only once because you knew as you watched him brush past you, grabbing two vibroblades from his armoury and charging down the steps towards the town, that there was nothing you could say to stop him.
And you were right because less than five minutes later, Din’s blades were impaled on the informants hands, stapling him indefinitely to the table at the cantina while onlookers ran completely, hid or dropped their heads from his view.
Then his gloved hands were on his throat, squeezing the life out of him.
An eye for an eye.
You hadn’t explained why the man had strangled you and it was pointless anyway.
He had no right to touch you.
To hell with Karga.
He’d lose an informant but that informant chose to fuck with what was his and that was worth more than any information.
When Din felt the life leave him, he dropped a number of credits to the table, looked up at the barman and walked away. His last words being, “you can keep those,” shrugging his shoulder towards the blades on the way out.
Now back at the ship, you sit rigidly on the bunk while Din gently swipes a lotion of bacta over your wound with a cotton wipe.
“I shouldn’t have let you go.”
Your eyes flicker to his visor and you know he’s evading your gaze.
You sigh and for a moment, he think you’re not going to reply until your hands gently take his, stopping him from tending to you.
He lifts his visor then, meeting your concerned eyes, your fingers intertwined with his on your lap.
“I can handle myself. You know that, right?”
Oh. So that’s what this was?
You were worried he thought you incompetent to end up in this circumstance?
Of course you would think that. He’s your employer. You only want to deliver good work for him.
That’s not all this is anymore though and Din can’t pretend and let you go on feeling like a failure especially with the tears dancing on your waterlines.
“You are very capable, mesh’la but-“ Din sighs.
How can he even begin to explain to you that he’s more angry at himself for not protecting you like he’s supposed to?
Kriff, you’re not even a bounty hunter. Trained to use a blaster as a novice, he noticed how you flinched whenever you’ve had to pull the trigger on his behalf. You’re at your calmest when you’re rocking the small boy before bed, singing lullabies to him in a hushed tone probably so Din couldn’t hear. You had no idea that he stood just above the ladder to the cockpit and listened.
You were ethereal and he couldn’t get enough of you.
That’s why it made his hands shake to even think that anyone would harm you.
He’s so caught up in his own thoughts, he misses the way your eyes widen at the term of endearment he let slip and the quick gesture as you shake yourself from how affected you are by it.
“I just…” you break through his racing thoughts, his eyes latching onto your dipped chin, eyes shadowed in the corner of the docking port, just outside his bunk. You look solemn but rather than feel dread, Din’s heart stills when he notices the flush of pink across your features.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were nervous.
“I just want to be able to do more for you.”
The words play on a loop, almost like they’re colliding against the inside of Din’s helmet, repeatedly soaring through his ears again and again.
“I want to be more useful for you. Ya know?”
Useful? You think you’re not already useful?
“Sometimes I just feel like I have more to offer. I know you brought me in to be a babysitter but I can be more than that. For you.”
Was the carbonite freezing system failing or was it getting hotter in the crest?
Din felt like he needed to tug the shroud off from around his neck. The air was suffocating.
“Please say something?” Your small voice says quietly.
“You are more to me than you will ever understand, cya’rika.”
Your eyes meet his then.
Well, his visor at least and Din curses his creed for having him hide his face at a time when he wants- no needs you to see how much he means what he says.
You’re silent but the increasing rouge of your cheeks is enough to see that you understand him and that perhaps there was some truth in his suspicions.
You felt for him just as much as he felt for you.
“Din…”
And just like that, his eyes roll back momentarily hearing his name leave your tongue like a pleading prayer.
He couldn’t pretend like you weren’t affecting him too.
He needed you to know.
“Get in the bunk, ner kar’ta.”
Your body stills a moment in surprise and you don’t move.
Maybe he misjudged or maybe he’s being too forward but then you stand and without taking your eyes away from him, you seat yourself on the side of his bunk.
Waiting for him.
Waiting for further instruction just like you’ve been doing ever since you walked onto his ship.
One thing he realised he misjudged.
All those times you obeyed every command, it was never out of the need for his money.
You never questioned him, never refused an order but with Din and the matter of Grogu’s safety, it was never a request and that’s all it was to start.
It was just a matter of his sons safety until he realised he loved you too.
Din stands and steps in front of you, you look up at him as he tugs the shroud from around his neck loose.
He notices how your eyes drop to his waist, evading the reveal of his tanned skin while you’re positioned below him. He wraps the material a couple of times before placing the fabric over your eyes.
You don’t move.
You don’t flinch.
You just allow him to remove one of your senses, leaving nothing but darkness over your sight. His heart aches at the trust you have in him, allowing him to render you vulnerable before him.
He ties it behind your head, making sure it’s not too tight as to hurt you.
He’s not the same type of man as the monster from earlier today.
His fingers itch at the memory and he shrugs his gloves off, setting his bare fingers against the cold metal of his helmet.
You await patiently and he watches as you jerk your head slightly at the familiar sound of his helmet releasing.
The sound you’ve only ever heard from a nearby room, hiding away from him when you brought him supper.
You await patiently while Din removes each piece of armor, setting it aside.
Then there’s just silence.
Until you hear his knees hit the ground in front of you and a warm breath hits your neck, a shudder running up your spine.
“Is it okay if I show you something?”
His whispers hit your ear drum in the most delightful way.
You nod dreamily.
Then you feel rough, warm lips graze your neck.
If heaven was travelling at light-speed through space, it was right here and now with Din’s lips travelling along your jawline, mapping out the path to seal against your lips. He tugs gently, coaxing you out of the shy shell you had created when you realised the butterflies he made you feel when you first met had more to do with how attracted you were to him than to how intimidating most people found him.
Every step he took on each planet you travelled, Din carried a powerful aura that most people cowered away from but it only drew you to him more.
You knew Din was strong.
You knew not many could beat him in a fight, yourself included but that was the whole point.
Din would never abuse his strength over you.
Ever.
Though, you wish he would, in special circumstances.
Like right now.
“How do you feel, cya’re?” Din inquires breathlessly, lips pressing soft kisses down your throat while you bite back the urge to be vocal.
“I wish we’d done this sooner,” you say uneasily, your hands gripping the bunk below you.
Din’s chuckle hits your ear, reverberating against your ear drum exquistively.
“Din?” He hears your voice rattle with every nestle of his lips stroking over your skin.
“Yes, mesh’la?” He raises his head, lips brushing the underside of your jaw, watching your lips turn up into a small smirk. Though you couldn’t see his expression returning yours, his adoring smile awaited your next words patiently.
“You killed him, didn’t you?”
You feel a thumb smooth over your bottom lip.
“He deserved it,” you shake your head slightly, fighting away an amused smile on your lips that he quickly wipes away, replacing with an expression of longing when his lips meet your ear.
“You’re mine.”
#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian x reader#Mando x reader#the mandalorian x you#din djarin x you#Mando x you#ppcu fanfiction#mandalorian imagine#pedro pascal cinematic universe#ppcu#joelsbloodyhands writes#GROGU IS NOT IN THE BUNK!!!😩😭#<I feel like this needs to be said#because I know someone guna read it be like 👀 um where is baby pls#is he looking over the hammock like O_O#NOOOOOOOOOOOO#maybe uncle boba has him idk 😒#it’s fictional metal man’s job to father child not mine#😭😭😭
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(240913) hueningkai twitter update: our cute puppy 🐕 (cute tone) yeonjun hyung, happy birthday >3< have a happy day today and do everything you want to do! fighting on your solo promotions!!! (cute tone) i quickly want to see yeonjun hyung performing | tranls.
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Charlie in Underworld makes me emotional because the found father figure from the previous game is outed as a liar and the protagonist’s character arc regresses back to their depressive state before meeting him due to the betrayal and the father figure feels so awful about this that this usually-stoic man breaks down entirely until the consequences of his actions smack him so hard that he’s suddenly filled with the motivation to change and grow and he leaves everyone behind to better himself without making anyone worse and GOSH 😭
BOSS COME BACK I FORGIVE YOUUUUUUUU
#BOSS’S WHOLE THING IS THAT HE HATES HIMSELF BUT HE STARTED HEALING WHEN HE HELPED EUGENE STOP HATING THEMSELF#BUT THEN EUGENE FELT BETRAYED BY BOSS AND TOLD HIM THAT THEY HATE THEMSELF AGAIN AND THIS BROKE BOSS#NOOOOOOOOOOOO#charlie in underworld#underworld office#ciu#cuw#uwo
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FEFERI: O)(, T)(-E SW-E-ET IRONY OF )(IS D-EATH, D-ESIGN-ED FOR T)(IS LIF-E, Y-ET N-EV-ER M-EANT TO -ENDUR-E IT.
ERIDAN: wwhat happened
FEFERI: I DROPP-ED A GOLDFIS)( CRACK-ER IN T)(-E BATHTUB 38(
#submission#NOOOOOOOOOOOO#i would literally explode i love goldfish#if i dropped a flavor blasted goldfish in the water i would just collapse into one million particles and blow away in the breeze#homestuck#incorrect homestuck quotes#incorrect quotes#mod dave#feferi peixes#eridan ampora
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when you read a canon divergence fic expecting everything to work out and for them to be happier but instead they just get hurt even more
#WHAT DO YOU MEAN IN ANOTHER LIFE THEY DONT FIND EACH OTHER TILL ITS TOO LATE AND THEYVE ALREADY HURT THE OTHER SO MUCH#NOOOOOOOOOOOO#me :)
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that mahoraga smut ask still haunts me pls...
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…. I had the horrible realization tonight that in high school I used to think boys who had sword collections were weird….
And now……
…… goddamit
#cussing#my shitposts#bayverse tmnt#bayverse leonardo#this is the equilvalent of my brain calling me out#I just wanted to sleep#and my own consciousness slapped me with some hard hitting questions#like noooooo#I like the sword boy#noooooooooooo#the universe set me up#I played myself#TMNT bayverse#bayverse leo
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Gege Akutami manga update:
#Noooooooooooo#gojo satoru#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gege when i catch you gege#jjk gege#jjk gojo#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#sukuna#gege akutami#gege why#ily jjk#what am I going to do when it ends?!#geto suguru#jujutsu gojo#satoru gojo
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Prismatic Parallel shenanigans
this is probably going to become its own little thing
this was for no particular reason, just felt like posting
#(additional info#the same friend that helped me with the Val and Raggedy thing also suggested the New Yoke Surge and Kit#their names are Voltage and petrol#they were drawn before the rest so that might explain if they look a little wonky)#the urge to ramble is strong but the lack of motivation is stronger#just realized Nine has the least drawings#Noooooooooooo#this is why you don’t skip bedtime kids#/j#Orquidea gets to be a menace#as a treat#girl will go from giving inter dimensional gods therapy to knocking out her sleep deprived brother by any means necessary#this time? Baseball bat.#Chaos and AG do NOT get along#Nine will leave for two minutes and these idiots will almost kill eachother#that’s enough rambling for now#time for regular tags#sonic prime au#prismatic parallel au#miles nine prower#nine the fox#Orquidea the rabbit#surge the tenrec#Voltage the tenrec#kitsunami the fennec#Petrol the fennec#chaos sonic#alpha grim sonic#Sidus the hedgehog#shhh you didn’t see that
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FIVE??? ONLY FIVE CHAPTERS FIVE FIVE CHAPTERS THEN WE’RE DONE WYM
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imagine if after hunter nsh would periodically send overseers over to check on moon for Normal Reasons but then one day an overseer showed up to find all of the neurons gone and moon motionless on the floor of the chamber wouldnt that be fucked up or what
THIS COUNTS AS ANON HATE WHY WOULD U MAKE ME THINK OF THAT
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no no no no Phil eggtree you don't need to do this
#riddle school#phil eggtree#noooooooooooo#ik picos school was the inspiration but i thought we knew better#💔💔💔💔💔💔#silly#giggling
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crying screaming eating glass tearing out hair breaking down shrieking running ripping off fingernails
#NOOOOOOOOOOOO#shuichi and kokichi should've kissed 😤#shuichi x kokichi#saiouma#saiouma stanning rn#will protect this shit#saiouma fans rise up 💙💜
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me when you guys mention that you guys have romantic partners that isnt me 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔
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I AM NOW IN DEEP MOURNING FOR MY SON HAS FALLEN TO THE COLD HANDS OF DEATH. DO NOT SPEAK TO ME FOR THE NEXT SIX THOUSAND MILLENIA PLEASE.
#I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS#ALIEN STAGE#SPOILERS#ALIEN STAGE SPOILERS#SO IVAN’S WHOLE THING WAS FOR?? NOTHING??? REALLY????#VIVINOS#WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME VIVINOS#TILL#MY GOD HE’S DEAD#NOOOOOOOOOOOO#I’M INCONSOLABLE.#MY SON WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU.#LUKA#AND LIKE#MIZI#!?!?#HOLY SHIT I’M SO SORRY MIZI#GIRL CANNOT KEEP HER RELATIONSHIPS SHE IS CURSED#AND ALSO#HYUNA#IS BLEEDING?? OUT??? I SWEAR IF THE ONLY ONE LEFT STANDING IS LUKA I WILL EXPLODE#IVAN#SUA
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