#baby yoga

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I did this mostly for my friend but I thought I’d share it :)

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Thanks Star Lords for The Mandalorian and Grogu, because I’m one of many The Last of Us orphans.. 

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I did indeed draw many Star Wars arts for Star Wars Day this year!

Selling these one of a kind original art pieces at AZCAF (an AZ Free Comic Book Day store event on Saturday!) And anything that doesn’t sell on Sat, I’ll have with me for Phoenix Fan Fusion in June! 😎👍

I hope you like them!!! May the 4th be with you, always!

[critterdroppings]

"I want to tell you about someone you remind me of a great deal. His name was Yoda. He was small like you, but his heart was huge, and the Force was strong in him. He once said to me, "Size matters not." That's how he talked. He would speak in riddles."

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To Give Back

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Chapter 2: Safe Place

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Authors note: Hello! Here it is. Thank you guys so much for liking my last chapter and even reblogging! :> Stay tune for the next one next week!

Summary: You set off to find the Mandalorian after finding his kid wandering by himself.

Warnings: violence, blood, some angst, it's all i can think about but let me know if i miss anything.

Words: 2,184 (Much longer, I like.)

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Chapter 1: A Spruce Blue Plush

2 hours earlier...

The town was quite a calming one in the mornings until the afternoon. The air quite chilly and colors of light blues and darks filled the place. Light fogs from afar would later reveal what's up ahead if you go further into town.

The sun is up and barely covered from the clouds so you would get a certain amount of heat which makes the place a little more pleasant and make the scenery more enjoyable.

In one of the small restaurants, Din Djarin and the child has settled sitting in one of the outside tables for a quick meal break and as usual warm soup for the child while none for the Mandalorian.

The child was delighted to have the plushy and clearly doesn't plan to part with it. Even when he slurps the soup, Din had to watch him to make sure he doesn't spill on himself since the little one decides to tuck his plush under his left arm as he slurp. Din later became a bit amused to see that he hasn't spill a single drop.

The child sighed, satisfied as he set the bowl on the table before looking at his new plushy. He looked up at Din with a smile, lifting his plush for him to see, gurgling with delight.

Din chuckled, "I know kid... That lady was nice enough to let you have it. It was the only color left." He wipes away what's left on the child's cheek from his soup.

"... So, you better take good care of it."

It was clear to him that you wanted the plushy for yourself but you decided to give it to the child instead. There was this sort of look in your eyes when you looked at the child. The smile on your face says another thing but in your eyes, there's longing. When you turn to leave, he was about to say something but decided not to.

What also makes you interesting is that you can speak mando'a which he has never heard any non Mandalorian speak before. Also, calling him 'beautiful' out of all things? He found you quite odd and there was even no sign of fear you've given just as others would have. He wasn't sure why he didn't confronted you about it but he had to just let it go.

Every once in a while, he would notice you walk by from a distance, noticing a pattern of you deciding whether or not you want to purchase anything from one of the stalls. Coming back to them to make the final decision before setting off again.

And every once in a while, the child would point at you with an 'eh' and looking up at Din. You still being unaware that they were there.

Din happened to find the whole situation funny with the way the child would always seem to say 'oh look she's back again!' with his ears perking up and his eyes would follow you, but Din kept it to himself. 

After quite some time, Din decided to stay a little bit more before his shoulders would relaxed back and later, he stood up from his seat.

"Okay, kid. Let's keep going." The little one would blow small raspberries in response, feeling a bit sad to go. Not really wanting to leave without seeing you one more time, but lately you haven't been around for a while, indicating that you must of went home.

Which Din would noticed the sun was getting close to set and decided that they should head back to his ship soon.

Only to tumble into trouble after some time in town.

2 hours later...

You hurried over to your ship, quickly finding a blanket and turning the heater on for the little one to stay warm and out of his wet and bloodied robes. You quickly check for any injuries and sighed in relief seeing that he came to you unharmed.  You set him on your cot, wrapping his small body and you see that he's starting to get sleepy, his finger grasping your finger.

You smiled, "Okay little one. Stay here. I'll go find your dad. He might be in trouble. Do not move, alright?" You picked up the plushy and set it inside the blanket with him. Leaving the robe in your refresher to clean up later.

The child immediately hugged the plushy, looking up at you sleepily, slowly releasing his hold on you. You slip you finger from his hand and rubbed his cheek with your thumb, giving him a quick peck on his forehead before shutting your sleeping chamber where he will stay hidden and safe.

You huffed, grabbing your staff and blaster. Your knife already on your hip. You pulled you cloak over your head since the rain has started to get heavy, just as you suspected. You rolled your shoulder back to ease the nerves before taking off and closing your ship, knowing that the little one is safe.

...

The sound of pouring rain is almost unbearable because you could barely see your surroundings. The atmosphere immediately changed to the strong smell of rain and the town went from a light blue to a grey blue color. Lanterns are still lit up to help you find your way around even though it's already dark out. You listened closely for any sounds that may lead you to the Mandalorian.

You hoped that he's okay but judging by how big the splotch of blood on the kid's robe. Maybe not. The nervous feeling bubbling in your stomach.

And you barely know these two so why are you helping them? Perhaps the Mandalorian is somewhat a father figure or guardian towards the little one? You're pretty sure they're not related but you do know that they have a bond. A strong one at that.

Has the little already capture your heart? Was it that you couldn't bear to see the sad look on a child's face when they find out their only parent figure is gone?

Or... Perhaps you wanted to redeem yourself after what had happened a year ago?

You shook your head, feeling the sting in your eyes. Pouring rain drops on your cheeks to disguise the stray tears. Either way, you can't let that child be left alone. No way.

Your mind was later interrupted when you hear it.

The sounds of blasters going off from your left so you scuttled and stopped at the corner part of the building and took a peek around.

And there he is. The tall metal man himself in the middle of the street as he fights off one of the last thug that went after him. You could tell he's getting tired and limping on his left leg but he's not giving up.

When the last thug fell, the Mandalorian looked around frantically and you knew immediately who he's looking for. You knew you have to reunite them.

"Mandalorian!" You yell out, slowly revealing yourself. Said man stood stiff, alerted. Your hands up to show him no harm.

You continued, "I don't know if you remember me but I was the girl from this morning? Anyways, I know where the child is, but you have to come with me!"

"Where is he?!" His hand over his blaster. His voice sounded heavy and angry. His voice being modulated adds to it. It sort of sends you off guard, almost afraid and feeling a different feeling on your chest. You gulped.

"He's safe! I'm promise!" You gently said, revealing your face despite the heavy rain, hoping he recognize you. "Your kid came to me for help and I got him to safety. I know you don't believe me right now." You didn't realize you were just a few feet away in front of him. Your hands still up.

You could feel his gaze at your face. You noticed his shoulders a little relaxed but slightly moving up and down as he breathes heavily. Something was wrong. Your face softens from being terrified to concerned. You reached out your fingers slowly at him. "You're hurt-" 

Then suddenly you heard the sounds of feet slapping onto the wet ground behind the Mandalorian. Your eyes widen and you peep out a 'look out.'

Before he could react, your legs moved to his left and your fingers already reached out to his arm, gently but firmly pushing him aside to safety but he had placed his right hand on your wrist, gripping it. You had already whipped out your staff with your other hand to swing at the thug who was about to attack him.

The thug was sent back into the ground on his back. He groans, lifting his head, only for you to rip your hand from the Mandalorian's grip and grab your knife to fling, and land in between the thug's eyes. Now dead, you walked over, the sound of your boots hitting the wet ground, towards the thug to retrieve your knife back. 

You turned back to find the Mandalorian stare at you with his hand up before setting it over to his side.  You hurried over to him, not touching but hovering your hands on his shoulder, not wanting to cross any boundaries. "You okay?" Your eyes trail down to his leg and you gasped. "Come on, I need to bring you to my ship." 

"Is that..." He groans, limping a bit. You nodded.

"That's where he is. May I... May I touch you?" You asked, "I want you to lean on me since walking will make things worse for you. I'll also have to tend to your leg first, so let's get to shelter real quick."

You waited for his answer but before he was going to say anything, you noticed the change of his body as he gets more tired. He was about to fall over, making you rushed over to him. Wrapping your arm around his waist causing him to grunt in pain.

"Sorry." You hissed, loosening your grip. The temperature for sure has dropped due to the harsh weather but the heat radiating from his body almost made you want to lean into him more but you stopped yourself anyway.

"It's... It's fine. Just a bit bruised on my left side." 

"Okay." You took it as a sign that he's alright with you holding him so you looped his arm over your shoulders and neck, your right arm holding his waist firmly but gently as not to hurt him more.

"You can lean on me. I'll get us out of the rain first for your leg." You led him to the side of the building that has an opened area with a roof over to keep you from the rain. You set him down gently to the floor, letting him lean on the wall. Focusing on his wound now which is located on the outer side of his left leg. You check to see how deep the cut is before doing what you needed to do and got to work as quickly as you can.

Quickly cleaning the wound with the clean cloth you got from your bag and then grabbed bacta spray from your bag before spraying it over the cut.

"There. That should help. Stuff works like magic." You said, trying to lighten things up as you put your spray back in your bad. 

"You ready to keep moving? My ship's not too far from here." You finally look up, only to freeze when you realized his gaze was towards you. His chest heavily heaving as he stare at you and the sound of his voice sounded strained, making your brows furrowed with worry. 

"Are you okay? Are you sick? I'" You slowly reached over his neck, waiting for him to react which he did by grabbing your wrist. You look back at him, not even phased by his reaction. You made a small smile to reassure him. "It's okay. I'm not going to remove your helmet. I know how important that is for you. I just want to make sure you're alright."

He loosened his grip but kept his hand on your wrist. You push a bit, placing the back of your hand to feel the heat radiate through the fabric that covers his neck and you sighed, worried.

"You're a lot warmer than usual... I think you're getting a fever."

"M'fine..." You could definitely hear that he's not fine. 

You rolled your eyes, "Yea, sure. Come on then. Your kid's waiting." That seemed to give him a bit of energy, which made you smile.

When he released you, you put your hood over your head before helping him up by placing his arm around your neck again and lifted him. You haven't heard any more thugs coming by which was a relief so you started setting off again. 

After a few minutes of silence between the two of you, he finally said, "Thank you..."

You felt a smile creeping up, "Of course."

"But why would you help me...?" His voice sounded a bit shaky under that metal helmet of his. "We barely know each other." 

You thought of an answer, and came up with, "That may seem so... But I didn't want the baby to lose someone like you."

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Chapter 3: Comfort under Rain

And that's the end of chapter 2. :> Hope ya like it! Reblogs, likes, even comments are always appreciated.

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Merry Christmas to ya all! ⛄️🌲🫠

I’m currently working on my first (not truly counting this one) DinLuke pic, which’ll include the kid. My first draft of Grogu was for too big for this purpose so I made a separated pic out of it.

All the little things the little one wishes for Christmas or whenever:

⭐️ Being with his father again

⭐️ A clan of three (<3)

⭐️ More blue cookies

⭐️ Lots of more eggs

⭐️ His plaything

⭐️ Seeing his father more often without his helmet although he looks way cooler when wearing it

Have a great X-Mas time & may all your wishes come true. 🌲⛄️💫

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The Mandalorian #4 - "Sanctuary" (2022)

written by Rodney Barnes art by Georges Jeanty, Karl Story, & Rachelle Rosenberg

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Time is a social construct pt. 22

Mandalorian Time Travel AU

Summary: Din is trying his best, ok? But between trying to find a teacher for his magic kid and learning there were other Mandalorians who follow a different creed, Din is very confused and lost. So when he ends up on a plant that his HUD says is Manda’yaim and encounters two teens on the run from a group of dar’mandas called Death Watch, Din figures he may as well help them. He never meant to adopt them. Or become Mand’alor.

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                Nothing drastically changed in the following days, though Din didn’t know what he expected to happen. Sure, they’d had an emotional conversation, but it was more about acknowledging what was going on rather than changing behaviors. Really the only things that had changed were the kids having more physical contact with him and Jinn…

      Well, the Jedi was being weird and asking Din for what sounded like parenting advice. Din gave it- baffled as to how he’d become the go-to source for it.

      And as if the word had spread of Din���s willingness to shell out words of advice- more like state things he thought were obvious but looked to be a revelation from the Manda to the recipients- Din had found himself increasingly being approached. And not just by politicians and Jedi. Random members of the palace staff had lost any fear of him. On the occasional trip into the city, Din would find himself standing in front of a nervous New Mandalorian asking for help with their toddler’s problems or, on one memorable trip, recommendations for a self-defense weapon. Grogu was thrilled with the increase in the attention he was receiving.

      Jango sat heavily down on the bench next to Din. Din was just trying to take a second to breathe in one of the gardens in the palace. Grogu was crawling around, wreaking havoc on the fauna.

      “Jango,” Din greeted, looking at the man from the corner of his eye. Din kept most of his attention on his son. Grogu squealed in greeting before turning back to his chase. An unlucky frog was lifted into the air using the Force. Grogu turned to Din with a smile on his face. “Good job, ad’ika.”

      Jango huffed a laugh. “You’re a good buir,” he said.

      Din turned to better face Jango. “If Jinn told you to ask me more parenting advice-“

      Jango scoffed and shook his head. “I’ve been avoiding the Jetii. Though that old toa-“ Jango cut himself off, eyeing Grogu. “Uh, old Master Yoda keeps creeping up on me somehow. I can’t understand half the stuff he says.”

      “Obi-wan says that is normal,” Din said. Din had asked Obi-wan about it after Yoda had approached him and started talking about co-parenting and child support? Din wasn’t 100% he had hallucinated that conversation. “He likes to be cryptic.”

      “Huh.”

      Din didn’t say anything else, content to let Jango figure out whatever he wanted.

      “My buir dreamed of a united Mandalore,” Jango eventually said. “Probably would’ve succeeded if it wasn’t for that aruetii Montross and Death Watch. He just… inspired people. Was a great Mand’alor.” Din used his usual tactic of staying quiet. People tended to want to fill the silence, leaving Din with more information without having to dig for it. “When he died, everyone started to look to me as Mand’alor- well, I wasn’t ready. Buir’s advisors did their best to help me, but politics was never my thing. I could complete bounties easily, but beyond that-” Jango sighed. “Well, you know how that ended.”

      Din still didn’t know what Jango wanted him to say, but Jango seemed to have told his piece. They sat silently as they watched Grogu crawl around and babble to himself.

      “I don’t know much about Mandalorian politics,” Din said once he gathered his thoughts. “I hadn’t known other creeds existed until a little before all-“ Din waved a hand around-“this. But, from what I’ve seen and heard, much of it had devolved into who has the loudest voice.” Countess Wren had proven that. The louder she got, the louder the others got in attempts to dominate the conversation. Satine was barely able to prevent the conversations from breaking out into yelling. “Not exactly a good way to get anything done.”

      Was Din hitting on whatever Jango wanted to hear about? Unclear. Jango was still silent, staring out at Grogu. Din had a feeling Jango was lost in his thoughts. By the entrance to the garden, Bo-Katan walked by, Ursa Wren at her side. The two girls had made quick friends. Bo-Katan paused to wave at Din, which Din returned. Grogu squealed again, got up, and toddled quickly over to his sister (the kids had said they were fine being called Grogu’s siblings, leaving a warm feeling in Din’s chest every time he thought it). Din nodded his assent, and Bo-Katan scooped Grogu up and walked away with him. Din was getting better at letting Grogu out of sight. They weren’t being constantly hunted, so it was safe enough.

      “You don’t yell,” Jango said after another pause. “But people still listen to you.”

      Din didn’t like where this was going. “I don’t know why.”

      Jango smirked. “Well, you’re usually right, and don’t try to push your political agenda at each turn. Plus, even the Jetii listen to you. That’s better than most people here.”

      “I don’t have a political agenda,” Din pointed out. “Besides preventing my future.”

      “Exactly. You just want what’s best for everyone, Mandalore, and your ade. You basically ooze mandokarla” Jango looked like the tooka that got the cream. “You’re half the reason we might be able to some type of truce or treaty with the Jetii.”

      “Hmm,” Din hummed in the back of his throat. “Happy to help.”

      “Yeah.” Jango eyed him. “Have you thought about-“

      “Nu draar,” Din cut in, not even wanting to hear the words that he was sure Jango would say. “I don’t have a claim to it.”

      “Who says you need it?” Jango challenged. “There’s plenty of people that would follow you on both sides. Satine, me, Silas, even Wren seems to like you.”

      “It can’t be that easy,” Din said in desperation.

      “Oh, there will be plenty of people that try to fight against you, Kyr’tsad included. My buir was a banished Journeyman protector before he became Mand’alor. He had a vision for our people, got supporters, and they elevated him and chose him. People challenged him, but he always won. Vizsla only survived because he was a hut’uun who never properly challenged him.”

      “I’m no leader.”

      “Aren’t you?”

      They stared at each other in challenge. Din resisted the urge to reach out and shake Jango, questioning his sanity. If Din didn’t know better, he’d say that the spice was still kriffing with Jango’s brain. Jango was still smirking.

      “And what does Silas think of this?” Din finally questioned. Jango’s smirk fell, and he cleared his throat. Din felt the thrill of victory.

      “I, uh, haven’t mentioned it.” Jango rubbed the back of his neck. Jango rushed out, “But I’m sure he’d come around to it.”

      “Well,” Din said as he stood up and patted Jango’s shoulder. “Good luck with that.”

      Din wasn’t running away. It was a tactical retreat combined with Din deciding to check on what chaos Bo-Katan, Grogu, and Ursa had gotten up to. And maybe find Obi-wan and grill him on Jinn’s deal. Maybe cross some stuff off his to-do list. Do some research on how there was no way Din could actually become Mand’alor because it definitely wasn’t as easy as Jango was making it out to be.

      “Din!” Bo-Katan shouted as she ran down the hall towards him, Grogu in her arms and Ursa by her side.

      “Bo’ika,” Din greeted, shaking thoughts of Mand’alor from his mind. “Grog’ika, Ursa.”

      “Mr. Din,” Ursa greeted politely. Din was still getting used to people knowing his name. Go figure, being called Mando was confusing on a planet full of Mandalorians.

      “What are you verd’ike up to?” Din asked.

      Bo-Katan straightened up in a copy of Satine's pose when she was making proposals. “We want to go to Kih’Keldabe. You promised to take Satie and me. And we think that Satine could use a break from politics.”

      Din agreed with that sentiment. “Did you ask your buir?” Din asked Ursa. “And we’ll need to get someone more familiar with it before going.

      “Jango can come too,” Bo-Katan said, a slight blush on her cheeks. Din narrowed his eyes at her, and she shifted her feet. Din hummed suspiciously but allowed it to pass.

      “I was going to ask her after we asked you,” Ursa answered.

      “Ok. Ask your buir and let us know what she says. And Bo, if you can get Jango to agree, that works for me. Also, you have to ask your sister when she can go. Obi-wan too.”

      “Deal!” Bo-Katan said. She handed Grogu back to Din before she and Ursa rushed off. Din looked fondly down at his son. Grogu tilted his head and cooed. Din rubbed his head, much to Grogu’s delight.

      “Can you imagine me as Mand’alor?” Din muttered to his son.

      “Patuu.”

      “Yeah. Me neither.”

      “Never know, what the future may hold.” Din startled and whipped around to face Master Yoda, looking smugger than Din thought a Jedi was supposed to look. “Always changing it is. With your guidance, even now, it shifts. Choose you; the Force did. A bigger role, you have.”

      With that advice(?), the old Master walked away, cane tapping along. When Din was sure the Jetii was gone, he looked back to his son. “Do me a favor, and don’t grow up to talk like that.”

      Grogu cooed in what Din hoped was agreement. Din began walking to where he thought Satine was. Maybe while waiting for Bo-Katan and Ursa to gather permissions, Din could talk to Satine about what it actually took to be Mand’alor.

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A/n: Din's to-do list now contains "prevent Jango from making me Mand'alor"

Mando'a translations:

Aruetii: traitor

Mand'alor: sole leader of Mandalore

mandokarla: having the "right stuff", showing guts and spirit, the state of being the epitome of Mando virtue

Nu draar: No way, double negative for emphasis

hut'uun: coward, worst possible insult

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Me after not sleeping for 3 days but still passing the test

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“Are you with me?” 

Season finale was a blast! I got chills during it. And had to draw these two again since I got emotional with a TLOU piece I’m working on. It’s so good how cozy The Mandalorian is and how confortable I can get while watching it..

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How to Do Yoga with Your Baby: A Holistic Approach to Bonding while Building Strength and Flexibility

Hello, wonderful parents! Do you ever find yourself yearning for a moment of tranquility amidst the busy whirl of parenthood? Or maybe you’re looking for a unique way to bond with your little one while also caring for your own wellbeing? If you’re nodding along, then baby yoga might be just the holistic parenting practice you’ve been seeking! Unveiling the Magic of Baby Yoga Yoga, an ancient…

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To Give Back

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Chapter 3: Comfort under Rain

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Author's Note: Here you go! Hope you guys like it! I'll probably reread in case I made some mistakes :L

Summary: Finally safe in your ship, you've done everything for your guests to be comfortable and safe from the rain and Din returns the favor.

Warning: Angst, mentions of trauma?, mentions of blood, fluffffff

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Chapter 2: A Safe Place

It was just a split second when Din noticed the cold, deadbeat look in your eyes after you killed the thug. With the stickiness of your soaked hair stuck to your cheek which framed your face. How one small section of your hair curled to the corner of your soft lips...

And with your knife at hand, colored blood which was barely washed from the rain. When that coldness of your eyes was replaced with worry, he felt a tug in his chest and a sense of familiarity. He saw the cold be replaced instantly. Eyes now full of concern. Concern for him. Why?

It was only just today that he first saw you at the market, and of course, he did receive a few bruises and a large cut on his leg but you didn't need to help a total stranger, and his kid as well.

You still did anyway. Of course anyone could of kidnapped the kid for bounty and left but you didn't. After taking care of the kid, you went straight for him. Telling him that the kid's okay and safe. However, he's a Mandalorian and he knew not to trust anyone's words but you're no droid or some bounty hunter, maybe. Not after what you did for the kid this morning. The adoration in your eyes for the child. No sign of you wanting to take him away from him when he's not looking.

So, he had allowed you to help him. He allowed you to lead him out of the dark, cold, rainy night. Deciding to trust your words since it seems that you're the last person to have seen the child. Din's only hope to seeing the kid again.

You at his left side, holding his waist and his left arm over your neck to help support himself due to his leg. You even gave him your name as you make your way over to your ship.

"So, everyone just calls you Mando?" You asked, giggling.

"Yes."

"Alright... Mando." You made a small smile, looking ahead, which Din would recognize from this morning. The look of longing.

After 10 more minutes of walking in the rain, it was then Din realized that you were leading him into the woods and he felt uneasy.

As if you could sense his uneasiness, you told him, "Don't worry. My ship's parked in there. I just prefer to stay hidden."

The woods may look thick with trees and roots but there's some space in the middle for your ship so it's kind of a nice looking spot to be in. It's also quite an unusual spot to park the ship but it blends in with the trees pretty well so no one could tell it's there unless you walk up to it.

Huge relief washed over him when your ship opened to reveal the kid at the entrance holding a blanket to keep his small body warm, and his plushy at his side. Safe and unharmed. Just like you said he would be.

"Hey kid!" He heard you say with a sounding smile. "I told you I'd get your dad back!" He glanced at you and noted how your cheeks puffed when you grinned, along with small dimples forming.

The kid cooed, happy to see the two of you back safe and sound. You lead Din up the ramp and let him sit on one of the crates you have on the left side of your ship and then closing your ship shut after taking one more look at the open to make sure no one followed you.

Din let out a small, relieved groan, relaxing a bit as he checked his wound. Then he watched as you quickly went to your supplies to grab something. The child waddled over to him and placed his head on his leg. All worried for his guardian. Din reached down patting his head, "I'm fine, kid."

"Are you hungry?" You popped up from behind the wall next to them. Under your left arm are dry clothes, while your towel is on your shoulder and your hair down allowing you to dry your hair.

"I'm okay."

"Perhaps something for the little one then." You smiled down at the child who ears perked up at the sound of food. You look back up to see that the metal man has hesitated a bit before nodding. Your smile widening until you remembered.

"Oh. Here. Some dry clothes. Refresher's is down there on the left. Towel is already in there." You set the clothes next to him and pointed the direction.

"Oh. You don't have to-"

You stopped him, "No. You must. You might be sick and I rather you be out of those wet clothes as soon as possible to stop you from getting more sicker. And don't worry, I'll watch over him. This is my ship so we aren't going anywhere. You have my word."

You lightly placed your hand on the side of his shoulder, tilting your head to the side, awaiting for his approval.

His head tilt up at you and apparently there's probably no way out of this. And after all you've done for the kid as well as for him, he might as well give in just a bit more.

"Thank you... Again. You really didn't have to." He stood up, grabbing the clothes you gave him. His head turned to you.

You shrugged, placing your hands behind your back with a smile. "You're welcome. Saw a person in need so it's only natural, for me at least, to want to help."

"Those clothes should fit you, so you'll be nice and snug in here once you're done." You picked up the child who made grabby hands up at you. "And you... Let's get you something to munch on, hm? Maybe some clothes as well... I already started washing your robe. So it should be dry the next morning. "

Your voice began to blur and Din watched as you turned, talking sweetness to the little one, and he let the image stay permanently in his mind.

And for the first time in a while, he somehow felt a bit safer in this old ship of yours. So long as the kid is near him. And for you to be around as well.

...

Din felt better for sure after a quick shower and into the dry clothes, but the achiness and slight chills are starting to affect him as well. Isn't that usually the sign that you're having a fever? He sighed, knowing that you're not going to let him leave until he's better. His leg seemed to look less irritating at least.

He heard the child giggling and he couldn't help but smile. It has been quite a rough week and the poor kid just needed a cheer up. Purchasing that plushy was enough. Having you around seem to make things better.

He thought about what the two of you are doing out there in the hull. His mind now towards you.

This... was actually not the first time he saw you. You've obviously never really officially meet each other but he's seen you before in Tatooine many years ago. He had one of the bounties over there and there was another Mandalorian from another clan who was with you. He worked with him to find their bounty and that Mando kept a distance from you while meeting with Din about the bounty but still kept an eye on you.

Din would noticed how protective the Mando would be over you and the only informative he has given him was that he had rescued you from a horrible place just about a week ago.

It was no wonder you looked so lost. So different and broken that day.

You were sitting at a table with a bowl of soup in front of you. Your clothes were ragged and dirty. Your hair wild and tangled. Your hands were clasped together tightly and your eyes were tired and sore from crying and there was a hint of trauma lingering behind those eyes as you stare into space. There was even a bruise on your right cheek where he could easily see it. Somehow that seemed to anger him a bit even though he barely knew you.

Years later now, he'd never thought he would see you again. You probably don't remember him since he wasn't wearing any shining new beskar armor at that time but for him, it was only then he'd recognized your eyes that he remembered you.

How different you are and how kind you are. More happier than ever and content with how you're living.

The small interaction with you and the little one made Din's heart jumped.

It was how you decided to give up the plushy and how much you first adored him when the two of you both met. The way you looked up at him, not even afraid of his tough, scary looking presence. Only startled at the sudden display of protectiveness he has towards the little one. He did recall you calling him Mesh'la.

No one has ever called him that. Ever. Not even in mando'a. You've never even seen his face at all since it's a part of his creed to never take his helmet off in front of any living creature.

How did you know mando'a?

Din frowned at his own question. Did that Mando taught you? Where was he? He realized that he hasn't seen the Mando the entire time he's here. He thought that you two would stay together since. 

Has that mandalorian... ever call you mesh'la?

Din closed his eyes, shaking his head. Now he's thinking crazy. Maybe he really is sick.

His thoughts were interrupted by you knocking on the door lightly making him jump, grabbing his blaster.

"Mando? Are you okay?" Din inaudibly sighed, putting his helmet back on and holstering his blaster. "You've been in there for a while. Thought I-"

He opened the door and you froze, making you look up at him. The man towers over you and your eyes widen at how up close he is to you while Din has a close up view of your face.  He is now wearing the clothes you've given him but he also has the rest of his armor on which you understood why. Him being a Mandalorian and all. The smell of your soap fills your nose. "Yea. I'm fine. I was just... Thinking through some things."

Tilting your head to the side, you replied in a small voice, "Okay." You stepped aside for him to walk out of the refresher and you followed behind. Him realizing the child isn't around and he turned to face you, almost storming towards you.

"Where is he?" Din asked, feeling the panic coming in.

You shushed, trying to calm him."It's okay. Relax, Mando. He's safe on my cot. He fell asleep after we played for a bit."

You smiled as you gently place a hand on his arm, nodding your head behind you where your sleeping chamber is at the corner on the right side of your ship. His shoulders relaxed when he sees him, sleeping peacefully.

The warmth from your hand left his arm sending tingles up his arm and down his spine. He finds himself missing it already.

"Are you hungry? I made stew yesterday and you should eat anyway. I can go upstairs or you can, wherever you prefer to eat your meal." You had already made your way to the small little kitchen, located on the other side of your ship. You grabbed a bowl for him as well as some warm tea. "How are you feeling? You feel warmer than usual or any chills?"

Din only stood there as he stare at you. You being unbothered by his constant staring. "Thank you. I... I'm okay right now. The shower helped."

You nodded, your back still facing him as you continue to prep his food. "And since it's still raining and dark outside, I can sleep better if you stay here where you're safer with the little one." You chuckled.

"I also have an extra bed mattress somewhere, so that I can sleep out here while you-"

"No." You turned your head, an eyebrow raised.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Your hands on your hips, pouting a little. Maker, why do you look cute?

Din sighed, "I can take the mattress. That's your cot. This is your ship."

You crossed your arms over your chest as you stare at the metal man. "Well, yea. It's mine but you're my guest." You smiled. 

Before Din could say anything, you continued, "It's also a lot warmer in there and I'd prefer you stay warm and get better. It's okay. It's just until the rain goes away and that you're better." 

You grabbed the tray and hand it over to him. Your eyes met with his black visor where you assume his eyes are. "I assume you would you like to eat here so that you're more closer to him?" Your voice small and gentle.

Din opened his mouth, only to close it. It's the way you looked at him, stern and unbothered by him. A bit headstrong as well. Your expression would soften a bit when you mentioned the kid.

His shoulder drop slightly as he nodded firmly once, taking the tray, "Thank you."

You smiled, "You're welcome. I'll be upstairs if you need me." You turned and started to head up.

Once he's confirmed that you've gone, Din looked down at the tray, and his stomach growled. He closed his eyes and sighed. He noticed a small box and decided to move it over next to the cot so that he sit next to the sleeping child. The tray now on his lap, he took one look around the hull before reaching up to his helmet. The hiss going off from his helmet as he lifts it up and sets it next to his left.

He looked down at the tray and starts eating.

...

It was already getting late and  it had only been about half an hour since you've stayed in your cockpit. All you've been doing is just staring into space, sitting on your chair with your legs tucked under your arms and your chin on your knee.

You were thinking of the Mandalorian who is in your hull. How you felt like you've seen him before but can't quite figure out where. It was all a blur and before you know it your mind starts to wander to your friend who past a year ago. Your lips trembled and your heart ached.

You breathe in through your nose, exhaling and you looked up, trying to stop the tears that threaten to fall.

"No more crying. It has been a year already." You mumbled to yourself, lightly slapping your cheeks. You closed your eyes tightly. "Just pull yourself together." 

A stray tear would fall down your cheek and you sighed. You crinkle your nose when you felt the need to cry. You wipe away the stray tear with the back of your hand, jumping slightly when you heard your name being called.

"You there?"

You cleared your throat before replying to him. "Y-Yea. I'm here. Did you need something?"

You could see him walk down the small hallway to your cockpit, "No. I was just checking on you."

That made your heart swell so you giggled, "I'm okay." He would nod, although secretly, he heard everything you said and the little sniffles you made. He could even see a hint of hurt and pain in your eyes.

"Are you sure?" He tilt his head and honestly, you thought that that was cute.

You smiled, "Yea." You straighten your legs and your arms out, stretching which would bring your limbs together. Your nose would scrunch up and you gave a small yawn, closing your eyes. Din thought that that was cute.

"You should sleep. You're tired." You nodded.

"I guess so. You sleep too, okay?" You stood up from your seat and Din would let you go out from your cockpit and head downstairs first. He would follow behind.

You went to grab the rolled up mattress from your closet and set it on your crates which both would be at your waist in height and is closely next to the wall of your ship which makes it perfect for a little small sleeping area.

Din would watch as you went to grab blankets and a pillow and you made your makeshift bed for yourself, just so he could use your cot instead. Since you did have a small heater placed in your sleeping chamber.

"Are you sure I can sleep in your cot? I'm okay with-"

"I'm sure." You smiled sleepily at him. You had already used the bathroom to prep yourself for bed, so you crawled onto your bed and sat on it. Fluffling your pillow.

You watched as he would crawl into your sleeping chamber. The little one still asleep next to him.

He looked at you and you smiled at him. He finds himself smiling back but of course, you couldn't tell.

You turned off the light which is conveniently placed on the wall next to you.

Din would look at your direction, listening to you shuffling in your bed. 

"Night, Mando. Sleep well and get better, okay?" He heard you say with a sigh, content where you are.

A few moments of silence before he replied, "Yea... Good night."

He shut the chamber and the heater would be on, not too hot. He decided that he's safe enough to take his helmet off since it's dark enough where the little one wouldn't see his face. 

He then lay down on your pillow. The scent of you fills his nose which lulled him to sleep.

...

It was only a few hours later when Din heard it, causing him to wake and open his eyes.

He sat up, still met with darkness.

He turned and look down to the child. His eyesight as adjusted a little so he would faintly see the outline of the child, who is just sleeping peacefully next to him.

Then he heard it again. He looked up, listening carefully.

"Mando..." He heard you say, which sounded faint. You had mumbled out his name, whimpering.

He frown, feeling that something is wrong. He grabbed his helmet, putting it on before opening the door. The door would make a small swoosh which doesn't wake the child and you. 

It's still quite dark in the hull but he is able to see a bit more clearly as he's used to the dark.

He scoot himself out of the cot, his feet would land on the floor with a small, soft thud. He was being careful not to wake you up, if you're still sleeping. He stood up, slowly walking to you and called your name in question.

"Mando... Don't..." Your voice trailed. Din stopped, wondering if you're awake but then he realizes that you've been sleep talking, so he continued on towards you.

You whined in your sleep, sounding afraid. He could see your face frowning and your eyes are still closed. You turned to your side, facing him.

He tilt his head, wondering if he should wake you. He hesitantly reached out with his left hand to shake your shoulder, until,

"Don't leave... Me..." You whimpered, bringing your  hands close to your face, as if your trying to make yourself small.

Din's heart would ache at your words. Are you dreaming of him?

Suddenly, your hand would reach out, trembling. His hand is still out so when you grabbed his hand, his heart nearly stopped. He looked at your face and saw tears falling out from under your eyelids. 

"Zenn... Please..." You mumbled, still asleep. Your hand gripping hold onto Din's gloved hand. His fingers would slowly close on your hand which somehow made you more relaxed. Your lips parted, and your eyebrows would relax. 

He frowned at the name, bringing the pieces together and it clicked in his head. You weren't having a nightmare.

You're reliving a memory.

His gave his attention back to you when you started to breathe frantically and your tears continue to fall. He then used his right to shake you awake, calling your name.

You jumped, letting his hand go. Your eyes would widen when you realized that someone is in front of you. You gasped loudly as your voice cracked, "No please! Don't hurt me!"

 Your arms and hands over your face as if you're shielding yourself on instinct.

Din reached out to grab your wrists, slowly and gently moving them from your face, calling your name. "It's okay. It's me, Mando. I won't hurt you." I will never hurt you.

"You were having a nightmare." He sat in front of you, trying to help calm yourself down. 

You were breathing heavily and quick as you try to adjust your eyes and you would see a silhouette of a man in armor.

"Z-Zenn?" You breathe out.

Din bit his lip, "No. It's just me, Mando." He felt a bit of jealousy about to rise but he pushed it down, knowing how ridiculous it was for him to feel that way.

Your eyes would widen, "Oh. Sorry. I'm sorry, I thought you were..." You sighed, putting your hands onto your face, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Din shook his head, "Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong." 

You sighed, feeling the tears creeping up again. You place the back of your hand to your nose to stop yourself from crying. 

"Are you okay...?"

You look up at Din, and somehow that seemed to break you. Tears would fall as you sobbed silently. 

Din's heart dropped at the sight of you. You brought your legs close to your chest with your arms tucked in as far in as you can and your left hand grabbing your hair.

He didn't really know what to do until you asked, "Can I hold your hand for a bit?"

Din's shoulder drop slowly. It was only just silence for a moment which made you think that he didn't want to do any physically contact with you but you were wrong.

On instinct, he used his feet to pry his shoes off before crawling on to the bed. He scoot himself closer to you and wrap his arms around your body and pulled you onto his lap. 

Your eyes would widen at his gesture as he guides your head to his left shoulder. Your body resting on his chest. His left leg laying straight on the mattress due to his injury. His right leg laying curve around your figure, and he would let you lay on him while his back is to the wall. 

"Is this okay?" He asked.

You were frozen but you managed to nod your head, "It's good." You replied in a small voice.

Din would then grab your blanket and wrap it around you and him so that you stay warm and you felt safe.

You closed your eyes, feeling his gloved thumb rubbing your arm gently to soothe you. Your hand would reach out to his right hand which lay on his leg. He allowed you to grasp his hand and he would close his fingers to hold your hand.

"Thank you, Mando..." You mumbled out before falling asleep, not hearing him tell you.

"You're welcome, cyar'ika..."

The sound of rain sounded wonderful as well as it soothed the both of you. Your scent lulling him to sleep.

And after a year of nightmares, you finally let yourself feel peace in your sleep.

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Chapter 4: Nice to Finally Meet You

A/N: Ehehe. Thanks for reading! And stay tune for the next one!