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primusdemoniccreatrix · 2 years ago

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Yeah it's 4 am and I can't keep my mind off this man I will be crying myself to sleep thanks

Din Djarin: His

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din has just come home from a long hunt, exhausted. He comes back to the heater being broken, and you in his bed….

A/N: We are back with some Din! I know it’s the middle of September and it’s not cold at all in certain areas (especially mine), but why not imagine a cold night on the Razor Crest! Enjoy :)

Warnings: cold, freezing, shivering (can you tell I’m sick of hot weather?), allusions to sex, super mega softness, maybe some allusions to violence? Din being tired and grumpy but completely in love.

In Din’s experience, the worst part of long hunts was the journey back. The thought of being so close yet so far to home.

His legs were jelly, his arms were stiff, his back was tight, and his eyes could barely stay open. He was surprised he was even awake enough to drive a speeder bike.

So yes, his body was giving out on him, but he has his family to get home to.

You and Grogu.

He knows it’s cheesy, he knows it’s cliché, and he knows that his life is so chaotic that it may not last forever.

But he just can’t help but look at you. Truly look and see how beautiful you are, inside and out.

This hunt especially, he realized just how much you matter to him. With the cold and horrible wind, he found himself wondering if you were warm enough, if you were fed, if you were comfortable. He wondered if there was anything he could improve on, like the shower, or the bed sheets, or the fridge.

His mind was so plagued by the thought of your discomfort that it almost scared him how little he thought of himself.

He wanted to tell you how much he cared. He really did. But the thought of rejection scared him almost more than he could bare.

So, he carried on like normal. He left for this hunt, telling you it would take a week at most, and he left. He marched out the door and refused to turn back.

How could a woman like you be with a man like him?

His life was chaos. It was constant blaster fire, living day by day, killing, hiding, running, dangerous.

As much as he wanted you there with him every day for the rest of his time in this life, he could never ask you to do that. Ever. He thought it was too much of a burden.

If he would actually pay attention to your longing stares and your soft touches instead of being in his own head, he would realize how badly you wanted him too.

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Din finally arrives back at the Razor Crest just after sunset. He parks his speeder outside and trucks through the snow to the ramp. He lowers it, stomps off his boots, and walks inside as quickly as he can.

The wind had been bad the entire way home. Even under all that armor his skin could feel the chill in the air.

He closes the ramp, and takes a moment to just breathe.

He breaths in the scent of home. Something he had been gone from for a week. He instantly feels better. He loves the little aromatherapy candles you light. It lifts a weight off of his chest to feel that comfort surround him again.

He turns to face the main room in the Crest and starts taking off his armor. Piece by piece. He keeps his helmet on, obviously, but the rest felt like a prison after wearing it for so long.

As he slowly takes off his chin plates, then his stomach, then his arms, he notices that he isn’t getting warmer like he should be. The cold almost feels worse in here.

He takes off his final piece of armor and sets it on the floor. As he stands up, he takes a look at the thermostat.

The ship was no less than two degrees colder than it was outside.

It takes a moment for this to sink in. Din stares at the thermostat for a second or two, his cold breath fogging up his helmet, before rushing down to his bunker.

The ship could wait. He needed to find you. Now.

Of course the heater breaks now. Of course.

He knew how intelligent you were. He knew you would have worked on that heater until you physically couldn’t anymore to try and get the ship warm for Grogu. If you couldn’t fix it, it must have been something borderline unfixable.

His tunnel vision was so focused on you that he couldn’t care less about the ship. It could rust and crack and crumble for all he cared.

You should not be any less than happy in his ship. That should not happen.

He continues to follow your thought process, knowing that your bright beautiful brain would have resorted to grabbing every possible blanket or material to bundle into with Grogu tucked underneath your arm.

The warmest place had to be the bunker, and knowing you, you would have that figured out in seconds.

You impressed him everyday.

He heads down there immediately, not bothering to keep his footsteps light. He moves as quickly as possible, basically running, and busts open the door to his bunker.

The heat from the room is the first thing he feels. Compared to the rest of the ship, this room was a sauna. His bed was covered in blankets with a big pile in the center. Blankets on top of coats on top of shirts.

It looked almost impossible for a human and a small child to be under all those layers, but a sharp eye like Din’s could see the small rising and falling of the covers due to your deep breathing. You were buried so deep that your head could not even be seen poking out the top.

The fact that you were in his bed had more of an effect on Din than he realized. His scent mixed with yours made his heart flutter and his head clear. Like a wish he had been unconsciously begging for had finally been granted.

Without seemingly any control of his body whatsoever, Din slowly makes his way to where he presumed your head would have to be. He pulls the covers back slightly, and is met with your sleepy neutral face.

Your lips have a slightly chapped look to them, but other than that, you look relatively normal. He scans the rest of your body, looking for any sort of injury or frost bitten skin, but he finds none.

His breath of relief fills the room, knowing that you are safe and warm.

He lifts the covers up a bit more and finds Grogu passed out on your stomach. Din smiles at his tiny snores.

You had Grogu at the center of the heat, just like he predicted.

He shakes his head a little at your selflessness and goes to pull the covers back up. You stir a little, which causes Din to stop his movements instantly. You tuck your head closer to the pillow, his pillow, and pull your first layer of blanket closer to your chin.

Up until this moment, Din hadn’t cared what you were covered with, as long as you were at an adequate temperature. But now, as he watches you tuck yourself in as tight as possible in your sleep, he notices.

His old cape, the one he had worn when he first met you, was completely wrapped around your body. It still had his scent all over it, obviously. as well as a few holes and slashes from past battles. It is not soft, not cuddly, or even the warmest thing he could think of on this ship.

But yet, you had it pressed against your nose and completely wrapped around your body, as if it was your shield from the outside world.

Could this mean what he thinks it means? Did you…. miss him? So much so you used his old and ratty cape to give you comfort? To act as if he was still here?

How could he possibly move on from this moment and be normal? He can’t pretend his mind started racing and his blood started pumping at seeing you in his clothing.

His mind hadn’t really gotten this far with you yet. Yes, he knew he didn’t want you to leave, ever really. He had just started accepting the fact that he cares for you.

But now, his body wants to hold yours close to his. He wants to kiss your cheek and your head and your lips. Anywhere he could worship even, he wants to. He wants to hold your hand and walk with you through busy streets for all to see.

He wants to sleep next to you with no helmet at all. He wants to see your true face with no helmet to hide his vision of you….. and he even wants you to see his. His scars. His unshaven scruff. He wants you to look into his brown eyes and smile so big your eyes start to disappear.

He wants to make love to you. Slowly and intimately. He wants to do it for hours, basking in the fact that you two are as close as human beings can possibly be.

He wants to be with you. He has chosen you. All just from the sight of you in his bed, wrapped in as much of his scent as you could find.

He loves you. This is what love feels like. Like he would end the world just for the feeling of your lips on his. Like if the ship was crashing and there was no way he would survive, he would want to spend his last moments with you against his chest.

Like if you said no, you don’t want him, you want someone else, he would accept it. If something made you happier than he could ever make you, he would let you go find it. He would watch, actually. Watch you walk away from him as long as it meant you were smiling.

A small tear escapes his eye, and he takes off his glove.

He can’t believe he does this. If he had known a week ago he would do this, he would smack himself silly.

But he does it anyway. He tosses his glove to the side, and as faintly and gently as possible, he places his hand on your cheek.

He feels you. Your soft skin against his rough hand makes him almost moan in delight.

He hadn’t felt skin other than his own for years. He missed its natural warmth and the slight bounce it gave. And the fact that it was yours gave him a drug-like feeling.

You were warm, which was good, but he couldn’t stop himself from feeling you for just a couple more seconds than he should have. He breathes deep and feels as much as he can, even though he keeps his hand almost dancing about your cheek to prevent you from waking.

He takes one more deep breath, caressing your cheek so faintly for not even a full second, before bolting out of the room.

He speed walks to the pilot’s chair and sits down with his elbows on his knees, and just tries to think. Think about what the hell he just did. He just felt the urge to break his entire creed for you.

This should feel wrong. It should feel like he is breaking the rules and he should be scared.

But he has never felt more right about anything in his life. It feels like the most natural thing his body can do is touch yours. Like he is finally human again.

He puts his head in his hands and smiles. He was excited to go on this journey with you. To ask you on dates and make you food and buy you things. Like a real couple. He has to try. One step at a time.

Once he finally starts calming down and thinking about other things that you, he notices how bad his body is shaking from the cold.

His eyes widen and he jumps to his tool kit, booking it back to the heater.

You distracted him so bad he forgot his ship was colder than ever and on the brink of complete engine failure because of it. He chuckled to himself and his stupidity.

If you were warm and safe, then there was nothing else to be afraid of.

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