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you can call me pandora, i prefer they/she pronouns, i am bisexual, and a(n admittedly amateur) fanfic writer.

I will write for Marvel/X-Men, F1, celebs, and any miscellaneous tagged below, man or woman (or both if you're into that). I can write smut, but I cannot promise it will be very good. I will NOT write piss/scat kinks, step/incest, or anything illegal.

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Stay Still

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort 

Summary: Din cares for you after you're injured protecting Grogu.

Warnings: cannon typical violence, injury

Note: Apparently this is a draft clean out day :) Please let me know if you all want a part 2, this was something I started a couple years ago and couldn't figure out how to finish until now.

     “Mando!” You looked for him frantically, pressing Grogu tight against your chest as blaster fire rained over you. You had found a pile of rocks and rusty metal parts to crouch behind for cover. Din had told you to take Grogu and run for the ship. You hadn’t made it before the blaster assault came from every direction, forcing you to stop.

Now you were trapped, breathing hard, firing occasional shots and searching for Din. If Grogu got injured because you couldn’t run fast enough, you'd never forgive yourself. But you would die before that happened, a thought you knew was in danger of becoming reality.

The ground next to your foot erupted in dust and smoke as whoever shooting got closer to his target.

     “Mando!” You cried, cradling Grogu as he whimpered and clung to you. “Mando, where are you?!” 

     He didn’t respond. You couldn’t see him hiding in the rocky, barren terrain. But that was good. Perhaps whoever was shooting couldn’t see him either. 

     You set your jaw and readied your blaster, looking down at Grogu who looked up at you with wide eyes. “Hold on, little one. We’re going to get to the ship.” 

     Grogu seemed to understand, his little hands gripping you even tighter. The blaster fire grew heavy and close. It was going to pierce your hideout any moment now. Your insides were trembling and you felt tears stinging your eyes. You tucked Grogu against you and took a breath. Then you scrambled out from behind the rocks and ran for your life to the ship. 

     You didn’t make it. 

The ramp was lowered and in sight. There was barely two strides left between the end of the clay ground and cool metal. A sharp pain stabbed your right leg from behind and you cried out, landing just short of the ramp. Grogu squirmed out of your grip, crying and looking around frantically. You gasped against the raging pain. You pushed Grogu forward, praying that his powers would keep him safe. “Get to the ship!” 

     And that’s when you heard it. Blaster fire coming from the ship’s entrance. You looked up to see Din running down the ramp and firing back at the shooters. Grogu ran to him as fast as his little legs could go. Mando scooped him up and deposited him safely inside the ship. 

     You struggled to stand once more, the blood slick on the back of your leg. Din’s arm wrapped around you, helping you to walk. With a few struggling steps the two of you were finally inside the ship. Din smacked the controls and raised the ramp, his shoulders relaxing as it closed with a thud, blocking out the storm of phaser blasts.

     “We have to go,” You told him, squirming against the pain as Din set you down on the floor. “Din, we have to go!” 

     “You’re going into shock.” Din pulled off his helmet and sat it next to Grogu who was watching with big, frightened eyes. He pulled off his gloves next.

     “Is Grogu okay?”

“He’s fine. Now stay still.”

You jumped as the blaster fire continued. “It’s not safe here, we have to move the ship.” You started to get up. “I’ll start the pre-launch,”

“Stay still!” Din put a hand to your shoulder, pushing you back to the ground hard.

"Din!" You started to argue, but that's when the pain hit. Hot and intense, it ripped through you as if you had been shot all over again. You screamed and grabbed at your leg, only vaguely aware of Din keeping you in place as he fixed a tourniquet to your leg.

He talked to you, his voice steady. But you couldn't tell what he was saying as the pain and darkness took control. Something like "I love you" wafted through the haze. But perhaps it was the delirium from the pain. Regardless you reached for him, grasping his sleeve, hoping that you would remember to ask him when you woke up.

Provided you did ever wake up...

Part 2 available on Patreon

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And All the Stars Align

chapter one: across the room, your silhouette

din djarin x princess!reader series

chapter two

summary: your mother seeks out the well known mandalorian, din djarin, to help your planet by fighting in a duel. what starts as a strong distaste for the armored man grows into something more.

word count: 1.7k

series rating: E (18+ mdni)

warnings: no use of y/n, slow burn, slight enemies to lovers, some helmetless din, no physical descriptions of reader other than clothing a few times, no mentions of age gap so read however you’d like, not really that many warnings yet :)

notes: this is the first thing i’ve ever written, i’ve just been really nervous to post it but here it is!!! i also was slightly inspired by padme and anakin’s relationship in episode 2 & 3 so you may see some similarities here and there. this will be multiple chapters, not sure how many yet but know that it will be quite a few lol. thank you to my loves @shatteredbaby & @javiscigarette for beta reading and brainstorming with me mwah. also @pr0ximamidnight for listening to me ramble about this fic and also encouraging me to keep writing ily

He’s sitting in the cantina on Nevarro minding his business, when he suddenly feels a presence behind him.

“Can I help you?” His deep voice booms through the modulator on his helmet. He doesn’t bother to turn around.

The man standing close behind him clears his throat before speaking. “I’m visiting from the planet Xeron. I was sent by the queen in search of a Mandalorian named Din Djarin.” He pauses, hesitating for a moment. “I was told he could be found here.”

Din turns around in his seat and props his elbow up to lean back on the counter nonchalantly. “You’ve found him.” He says in a flat tone. Although his face is covered with a beskar helmet, his voice is enough to make anyone intimidated. “You have one minute to explain what you’re here for.”

The advisor swallows hard and clears his throat. “I- uh,”

“Fifty-six seconds.” the Mandalorian says, his voice coming out deep and monotone.

“Our planet, Xeron, is having a quarrel of sorts with our sister planet, Arkam, and we need help. We need your help.” He hesitated for a quick moment, a bit flustered. “Word around the inner rim is that you’re a great fighter, you’ve taken down a mudhorn, a kryat dragon, the list goes on and on. We’re desperately in need of someone to fight. Someone who will win.”

“What’s in it for me?”

A week later the Mandalorian is on his way to Xeron. Your mother, the queen, insisted that he come a week early to settle in before the duel. She had said we should lend him our hospitality for what he’s agreed to do for our planet, so there’s going to be a welcome dinner hosted tonight when he arrives.

You’re currently in your room getting ready to leave when there’s a knock on your door. “Come in.” The door opens a crack and you see Jem poke her head in.

Jem is your closest friend, though she’s more of an assistant of sorts. You don’t like to think of her that way, she’s just your friend that also happens to keep watch over you and help you out with anything you might need.

“Are you almost ready? Your mother is already in the grand hall awaiting your arrival.” She raises her brow at you, knowing that you always tend to be late.

“Yes just- give me a second. I’ll be right out.” You smile before she shuts the door behind her.

You turn towards your mirror and take a deep breath. Why are you so nervous? It’s not like you haven’t attended banquets for visitors in the past. You run your gloved hands over your floor length dress and take one last look in the mirror before turning to leave.

When you open the door Jem is waiting there for you, also wearing a long elegant dress for the occasion. She turns to walk down the hall and you quickly follow.

“Are you curious to see what he’s like?” She asks as you make your way towards the grand hall.

You look at her slightly confused “….who?”

She blinks at you, waiting for you to say something else. “The Mandalorian, you know, the one your mother hired to fight in the duel?” She gives you an odd look before the two of you step into the elevator. “I’ve heard he’s quiet, a little mysterious. I guess we’ll see for ourselves.” A smirk grows on her face as she says the words.

When the elevator doors open again, you quickly round the corner to see that the doors to the great hall are wide open and the room is flooded with people. Some are gathered standing in large groups, others are sitting at the large tables spread around the room. You look around the room and see your mother through the crowd, sitting in her usual spot. You walk towards her smiling here and there at guests as you pass by.

“You’re here! We can get started finally.” She gestures something to one of the royal guards, seconds later you hear a loud noise signaling that dinner will be served shortly. In the next couple of minutes everyone is finally seated, Jem sitting next to you. You glance around noticing that someone’s missing, the guest of honor. Great first impression, you think to yourself. If he can’t even arrive on time, how’s he going to win this fight?

You can see your mother glancing around the room frantically. “Where is he?” She mumbles to herself. The guests are chatting at a low volume, probably wondering what’s going on as well.

All of a sudden one of the doors to the royal hall opens, everyone’s head snaps towards that direction to get a look. As you look around the room, everyone’s quiet and still. It’s like the world has stopped. You hear heavy steps growing closer and what sounds like something clanking. Finally you look towards the door and your eyes land on him. The Mandalorian.

He’s covered head to toe in beskar armor, and the visor on his helmet creates a t shape. There’s a sway in his step, he walks with confidence and you can feel the air in the room has changed just from his presence. Your mother stands from her chair as he gets closer, and everyone else in the room follows. You’re so mesmerized by him and the confidence in each step he takes that you end up being the last to stand, eyes never leaving his captivating form. When he gets to you and your mother he bows his head, leaving your mother ecstatic.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our guest of honor, Din Djarin.” She gestures towards him. “The Mandalorian.” the room applauds.

He nods and takes a seat next to your mother, everyone following her lead to sit. Your mother looks at one of the royal guards and droids start coming from the kitchen with plates full of food, placing them at every table.

Your mother turns her head to Din “Thank you so much for being here tonight, I’m glad you could make it a week early. We want to show our thanks, and how greatly appreciative we are.” she smiles at him.

Din turns his head towards her and nods. “Thank you for your hospitality.” His voice is deep coming through his modulator, it sends a chill down your spine. You’re still staring at him when your mother starts to speak.

“This is my daughter.” Your mother fully sits back in her chair so he can look past her and see you properly.

He turns his head towards you. “Princess.” He nods his head again. What Jem heard is true. He really doesn’t say much, but you feel squeamish under his gaze.

“We really are more grateful than you could ever imagine.” Your mother smiles again. “Please! Help yourself!” Your mother gestures to the table full of food.

Jem nudges your shoulder and you turn to her, finally breaking your gaze away from Din. She’s smirking “I told you” she whispers before reaching to fill her plate.

You’re trying not to stare at this point, just looking out the corner of your eye. You pile a few things onto your plate and before you can take a bite you see his hand lift up to his helmet. You hear a hissing sound as he lifts it off his head.

You snap your head to look over at him and you’re absolutely stunned, almost breathless as his profile comes into view. The strong outline of his nose and plush pink lips immediately catch your attention. You don’t think you’ve ever laid your eyes on someone as beautiful as him. Still taking in his features, your mouth slightly opens in awe. His large brown eyes, the crease between his brows, the way his curls fall perfectly over his forehead even after having a helmet on.

He turns his head towards you, almost like he could feel your gaze. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you quickly turn back to look at your plate in embarrassment. You can still feel his gaze burning through you, your body starting to heat up. Through the corner of your eye you can see him staring now, you lift your head and turn to look at him again. This time he turns away, quickly glancing back at you for only a split second before focusing on his plate. It’s almost… shy. Cute, you think.

“I didn’t know Mandalorians could remove their helmets?” Your mother asks him.

Din clears his throat as he glances at your mother. “The rules aren’t… as strict as they once were.” He states.

His voice sounds even more heavenly without being filtered through the modulator. It makes your skin tingle.

The rest of the dinner you don’t dare to look at him. Your mother dismisses everyone and people get up to gather and chat again. Everyone wants to speak to Din, he’s never not crowded by guests. He put his helmet back on at this point after dinner.

Jem pops up beside you. “Wow, I knew he’d be popular tonight, being the guest of honor and all but… he really can’t catch a break”

“Yeah.” you’re trying to seem nonchalant as you stare him down from across the room.

“Have you gotten a chance to speak with him?” She looks over at you.

“No!” Your head snaps towards her and Jem’s brow raises at your tone. “I mean, no. He’s been occupied basically all night.” You’re looking back towards where he stands.

“What’s there for me to say anyway?” You glance over at her “Am I supposed to thank him? However much my mother’s paying him won’t be worth anything if he doesn’t make it out.” You look back out into the crowd of people and you’re unable to spot him.

“Yeah, I guess.” She pauses for a moment. “Well I need to go find your mother, I told her I’d help her with something. See you later?”

You nod and watch her disappear into the pool of people laughing and talking loudly.

You hear someone say your name in a deep voice from behind you.

“Princess.”

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Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss (Dɪɴ Dᴊᴀʀɪɴ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Din Djarin × Male/GN Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4,2 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: You had barely managed to survive that night with Grogu. You really didn't think he would give you much trouble, but damn he did. Luckily for you, Din was back to get him as soon as he had said he would. And luckily for you, he didn't just take Grogu with him.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: idontknowifitcanbecountedas light violence, awkwardness, grogu making a mess (multiple times), teeth rotting fluff, mentions of alcohol, slight descriptions of smut, allusion to din being top and reader bottom, angst, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: why tf do i love writing angst so much HAHAHA im sorry for yall. anyway, i did like writing this especially the angsty part im so evil mwahaha. ahem, enjoy <3

𝕡𝕥 𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚𝕚 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You almost didn't make it through the night.

Let's be honest, you could handle any type of kid. Well, almost any type. It's not like you had taken Din's advice too seriously either. What bad would a cute little green creature like Grogu cause?

Oh, you were so wrong.

You spent the whole evening hoping and praying for Din to get back as soon as possible. Not only so you could see him again, but so he could take that goddamn kid off your hands. He had said he would be back first thing in the morning. You hoped he was safe and that he'd keep his promise on coming back soon.

When you finally got Grogu to fall asleep, you tidied everything up as well as you could. You knew he would probably make a mess of it again as soon as he woke up, but at least you'd be able to get some sleep yourself. You could barely enjoy some hours of it until the kid was putting it all upside down first thing in the morning. Luckily for you, Din was back early enough to keep his promise.

He knocked at your door when the sun was just starting to rise. You screamed a quick "In a minute" as you were running after Grogu and trying to grab him so he would stop making everything float, like he did with your cup the first time you saw him and Din. When you finally got to put him in your arms, you walked to the door and opened.

"Hi", you could almost feel Din's smile, even with his helmet on.

"Oh, hi!", you gave him a wide smile. Having him finally there with you made you forget about how difficult the previous night had been for you, trying to take care of the green child. As soon as you saw him standing in front of you, your eyelids stopped feeling heavy. "How did it go?".

"I reckon better than you with him", he tilted his head to look inside your place, seeing an identical mess than the one you'd had to deal with the previous night.

"Oh, that", you looked inside for a moment as well. "He did give me some trouble, but nothing I couldn't handle", you forced a smile. You weren't going to deny you wanted to impress him.

"Sure...", he grabbed Grogu from your arms. You felt a huge weight lifting off your shoulders. "Your eyes say otherwise".

"Yeah, well", you cleared your throat, trying to keep it cool. "Nothing I couldn't handle, but it kept me awake for a while", you crossed your arms and leaned on the doorframe. "Bet he's way more tired", you gave the kid an evil smirk. He stuck your tongue out to you.

"I'm sorry, I really had no one to leave him with. I know he's not usually good to people that aren't me or—".

"Hey, it's okay. I had fun", you smiled up at the Mandalorian. "It was a new challenge. Now I've grown stronger as a kid caretaker", you said in a dramatic tone. Din laughed.

Oh, you had missed that sound.

"Well, I'm glad your time with him was useful. I'll make sure to leave him to you more often".

"Oh, no need!", you almost didn't let him finish. "Take your time, you enjoy your time with him", you let out a nervous chuckle. Din laughed again. "Oh, d'you want to come in? Maybe I can give you something to drink, and I can tell you more about the trouble this little one gave me", you patted Grogu's head. He smiled and squealed. It almost looked as if he had forgotten about that last night.

"Well, I won't say no", Din sounded like he was smiling again. You stepped aside to let him in. "Thank you. For taking care of him, I mean. Well... And inviting me in", he sounded nervous, too. You felt relieved to not be the only one.

"My pleasure", you smiled at him. "Uh... Sit wherever you can...", your face heated up in embarrassment. "I'll try to leave it as decent as it was before", you let out a heavy sigh. "You weren't supposed to see this place like this...", you whispered the last part to yourself.

You put some water to boil while you tidied it all up —again. Behind you, Din was whispering something to Grogu as they both sat on your couch. His distorted voice sounded soothing in the background as you did your things. When the water was ready, you put a glass on the table along with some spices jars so he could choose what to put in it. You smiled at Din before getting back to fixing Grogu's mess.

A sudden noise made you turn back around. The first thing you saw was pieces of ceramic spread all over the floor. You looked up to Din a second too early to see part of his chin uncovered. That second was enough for you to take note of his short stubble, barely covering any of the tan skin under it. You were left unspoken, knowing it would give you something to fantasize about that night.

"Dank farrik", he whispered, taking you back to reality. He took Grogu and put him up away from the broken ceramic pieces. "I'm s—".

"I didn't see anything", you spoke involuntarily, fast as a speeder. Din cleared his throat.

"Sorry, he doesn't usually do these things", he kept talking as if nothing had happened. You tried to do so as well.

"Don't worry", you tried to keep the conversation on, despite the uneasy tone you both had.

He helped you clean the mess Grogu had —once more— caused. Both of you kept an eye on him as he stayed away from it all, seeming focused on keeping a little piece of food afloat.

"How can he do that?", you whispered to Din.

"I don't exactly know", he whispered back. "His race seems to have a strong connection to a natural force that allows him to do that", he turned his head slightly in your direction. "Sorry about it, by the way. I know it's pretty uncomfortable to deal with a child with such... abilities".

You laughed at the word.

"It's not your fault, you don't have to apologize", you smiled at him. He sighed as if he also did. "I already knew what I was in for when I told you I'd take care of him, and I didn't really take your warning too seriously. Many parents give me those, but all of their children end up being little angels", you smiled to yourself this time. "Guess not yours...".

"I suppose it was your fault, then", Din cleared his throat. "And I suppose I also owe you one for the messes he made. How about I pay you something to eat? You still have to tell me how did he manage to keep you awake for that long".

Right. With that other mess, you hadn't had time to relate yours and Grogu's adventures from that last night. And he was inviting you out to eat —the very Mandalorian Din Djarin himself—, how could you say no?

"Alright", you got up from the couch. He followed suit after you. "You better pay me the best meal in all of Nevarro".

"Don't get too ahead of yourself", he chuckled lowly.

He grabbed Grogu and exited the house so you could close the door. You walked through the streets, just following Din to wherever it was that he wanted to take you for that meal. The child spent the entire walk giving you murdering looks every time Din wasn't looking. You just decided to play along and stick your tongue out when he gave you those looks. Deep, very deep inside you, you did like that kid, despite all the trouble he had been giving you the previous hours.

You started telling Din everything about it as soon as you took a seat and started eating. With everything you said, he looked down as his kid and gave him the same murdering looks the little one had been giving you all the way to the canteen. He was also trying to excuse his manners, telling you Grogu didn't usually like people he had recently met, and people not close to him and Din, in general. His abilities were just his way of blowing steam.

"I'm sure he didn't want to make such a mess at your place", Din said. "He was just overwhelmed and uneasy in a new place with someone he'd just met".

"Yeah", this time, you were the one to give the kid a murdering look. You still hoped Din wouldn't notice. "I'm sure he didn't", you forced a smile.

It was already late afternoon when you finished your food. Of course, you thanked Din for paying it himself, and for having freed you from Grogu's caretaking. When you came to realize, the green kid was sleeping in his father's arms. For the first time in all the hours you had spent with him, you felt tenderness towards him. Your heart swelled with the same love a parent feels for their kid. You smiled at the feeling, suddenly remembering why you liked children.

You walked Din home to make sure he and his kid were safe —"How gentlemanly of you", he said. It was a long walk, but at last it gave you more time to talk with the Mandalorian. He also invited you in when you got to his place. You couldn't reject it either, since it made things technically equal for the both of you. Then, he told you to get comfortable as he put Grogu to sleep on his room. And then he brought a drink.

"I don't think I should—".

"Come on", he interrupted you, sitting beside you on the floor. "It's my way to repay you. I'm too much of a womp rat as to pay you with credits", you heard him chuckle. For the first time in the two days you had known him, you could feel he was calm and relaxed. Maybe it was because he had finally gotten home —his home—, with his kid safe.

"Next time you leave him with me, I'm not letting you pay me in any way", you gave him a dissatisfied look.

"Fair enough", he shrugged.

He served a glass for each other. You didn't cheer for anything in particular, you just clinked your glasses and gulped it down. Well, at least you did. Din stayed still and silent for a moment, thinking.

Oh, right, the helmet.

"It's okay, I won't look", you said before turning around and giving him your back. You heard him sigh, as if he was smiling again.

"Thanks", was his answer. Then you heard him swallow. "I'm done".

You turned back around. None of you said anything, and he didn't serve more of the drink for any of you. The air was suddenly feeling tense, and you could tell the situation was now uncomfortable.

"Hey, about this morning...", you started. "I meant what I said, I didn't see anything", you stopped to think for a moment. "Well, I saw one bit, but... it wasn't that bad, if I might say", you couldn't help the smirk that formed on your lips, though you tried not to look at him.

"Huh", he let out the beginning of a chuckle. "Thank you... I guess".

A weight seem to be lifted from you both. Din poured more alcohol in each of your glasses. You clinked again. He made you turn around every time he had to drink, but you kept talking with as much enthusiasm as if you were looking into each other's eyes all the time. You were already a few drinks in when he served another one and you, as the previous times, turned to look at the wall behind you. Unexpectedly for you, he grabbed your shoulder and made you face him.

"You already saw this one bit, right?", was the only thing he said before lifting his helmet just enough for his mouth to show, and he gulped down his drink. Then, he put the helmet back in place.

You didn't say a word. Your mind was too busy thinking of the way his lips enveloped the edge of the glass and pursed when he swallowed. When you became aware of how your jaw was dropped mid-air, you shut your mouth with a dark blush, embarrassment being evident on your face. You tried to keep it cool, so you took a sip from your own drink. Still, your eyes didn't leave his helmet —specifically the downer part of it, as if you were expecting to see his mouth again. A hoarse chuckle roamed from the bottom if his throat, then he served more drinks for the two of you. He grabbed his glass again, and lifted his helmet to gulp the alcohol down. Even when he was done with drink, though, it stayed in place.

And then, he took it off.

You barely had time to process what was going on before you found yourself mesmerized by his appearance —again. The small stubble and mustache you had seen that morning looked even better in that dim light, the small gray hairs in between the brown ones making your insides flutter. His lips looked more delicious than any meal you had tasted before —full, pink, tanned like the rest of his skin, and that smile sent you straight to the skies. His nose was perfectly shaped —well, everything in him was— despite the small scar on it, so much that it made you want to run your fingers through it all. His hair did, too. Even disheveled as it was, you had never seen such perfect, beautiful locks. His brown orbs were looking into yours —no, they were staring into your soul. It was all a mix that resulted in a serious expression. 

He had taken his helmet off.

You then understood that it wasn't easy for him to do so. The fact that Mandalorians like him were supposed to never show his face to anybody hit you harder than you had expected when you realized that he was looking directly at you, and with no visor in between you two. He probably hadn't showed a bit of his skin to anyone in years —you wondered if Grogu had seen him the way you were seeing him now.

He cleared his throat involuntarily, making you jump in your seat and taking you back to the real world. He noticed immediately and lifted his hands up in an apologizing way, his expression shifting to one of slight concern.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...", he paused to search the correct words. "I know I'm... not too—".

"You're so beautiful", you whispered before he could say anything else. It had been an automatic sentence, involuntary like most of your actions now. The alcohol was starting to get to your head, and to his, you figured.

He didn't answer back. You could see how he was blushing now, his skin going from tan to red. You tried to hold back your smile as well as you could. Instead, you approached him and grabbed his hands. You heard him swallow hard.

One of your hands went up to his face, cupping his cheek as softly as your shaking fingers allowed you to. Din sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. The feeling of his breath on the inside of your wrist turned your heart into mush.

You had definitely fallen hard for this man.

As soon as his eyes opened again, you almost jumped over him in an attempt to kiss him. A little peck was all you got, but you didn't want to push it too far. He was the one to kiss you back, for longer. He didn't really wait for you to pull fully back, he just went right in as another automatic answer to your previous action.

What happened next went too fast and too slow at the same time. You didn't have much time to process the fact that Din was leading you to his room and taking his armor off. As soon as alcohol allowed you to catch up to him, you started taking your own clothes off. When you were finally naked, he threw you onto the bed and climbed on top of you.

He touched you like no one had done it before, fucked you like no one had done it before. He was soft, slow, patient with you —even though he wasn't in reality, but he did it, for you—, and still he went all rough and hard when you asked him to. He wanted to make you comfortable about it, tried to make you like every part of it, reaching all the right places in just the right time. And it felt so good.

He left you exhausted. You slept straight through the night, feeling safe in his arms. For the first time in years, you felt full, contented, your heart swelling with happiness. It seemed like you had finally found your place with the right person for you.

Din, on the other hand, didn't have it that clear.

He had revealed his face to you. It didn't sound that bad when he said it that way, but then he started thinking more and more about it. For him, the only thing you had done was taking care of his son. You hadn't even known each other for more than two days! How could he have done that?

How could you have done so much to him in such a short time?

It didn't make any sense. He wasn't supposed to be falling in love with someone like you. He wasn't supposed to be falling in love with someone at all. And yet there he was, arms wrapped around you in the dead of night after giving you the best orgasms of your life. He hadn't felt so confused since the Armorer told him he wasn't a Mandalorian anymore, all because he had taken his helmet off voluntarily for someone else to see.

Did that mean he wasn't a Mandalorian anymore as well?

He pulled away from you and got up from the bed. He went to check on Grogu, who was still sleeping soundly in his room. It looked like he was even more tired than you, after making such a mess back at your place. It made Din smile for a moment, then he remembered you were in his bed.

He walked to the living room, where you'd had the beginning of your encounter the previous night. He grabbed the glasses and put them in the sink, throwing the bottle of alcohol into the trashcan. Din stood still, looking at it in complete rage. That damn bottle had been the cause of his troubles at the moment. He told himself that, after what'd happened, he wouldn't drink a drop of alcohol in a long, long time. Especially not with anyone else, especially not with you.

He put on his armor as fast as he could. The windows let the first rays of the morning sunlight come through and bathe the room. Din sighed, knowing what was going to come later on. He then sat on the floor by the table in the center of the room and waited for you to wake up, as he thought of what he would say to you.

The rays of sunlight danced on your eyelids when you rolled on the bed. You almost didn't wake up, your body too comfortable on the bed of the man that had given you the best day in a long time. A smile played on your lips when you remembered the previous night's events.

You turned back around to wrap your arms around him, but instead you found an empty spot next to you on the bed. You frowned in confusion.

You got up and stretched as well as you could. Your legs were still a bit stiff, but they let you walk.

You found Din sitting on the floor by the living room. He was already dressed, even with his helmet on. You would have thought he was asleep if he hadn't lifted his head up to look at you when he noticed your presence.

"Good morning to you, too", you chuckled and walked in his direction. "It's still early. Maybe we can go back to bed", you grabbed his helmet, ready to take it off. It shocked you that he grabbed your wrists with such strength you thought he would break them right there. "Hey!", you frowned again, pulling your hands away in a quick move. "What's wrong with you?", you made sure to sound upset.

"We have to talk", he said with stern tone.

You feared the worst.

"Don't you dare", was your only answer. You fought as hard as you could to not let the tears escape your eyes.

"Get dressed", he almost sound like he was giving you an order. You knew better than to go against him, so you just did what he had asked you to. "What happened last night can't be repeated", he didn't even wait for you to be seated in front of him.

"Seriously?", you dropped your weight on the floor. "Not even one day?", you scoffed. "I know, maybe it was a bit soon, but we still could've—".

"It's not that", his voice echoed in the room, distorted by the helmet but still sounding angry. "It can't be repeated".

You stayed silent for a moment. Then, you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"So what?", you kept your ironic smile displayed on your lips. "We're going to pretend this didn't happen?", you threw your hands up. "Because I'm not forgetting it easily".

"You should", Din stood up. "It's what I'm going to do".

"Oh, right", another sarcastic chuckle left your mouth as you got up, too. "I forgot you're one of those lonely Mandalorians who can't get close to anyone because whoever it is they love gets hurt", you paused to grab some air. "Or maybe you think you could repay my babysitter services with a special night with Din", you said the last part with a high-pitched voice. 

"Could you be a bit less loud? You're going to wake Grogu u—".

"What if I don't wanna take care of him anymore?".

Silence ruled between the two of you for a little while. Then, Din was the one to laugh in a sarcastic tone.

"Okay, you're just acting like a child now".

"Oh, me?", you huffed. "And it's so mature to tell me to go fuck off because you think you're gonna hurt me if I stay by your side for too long—".

"I told you it's not that—".

"Then what is it?!".

A distant squeal interrupted your conversation. You were so desperate trying to understand why Din was pushing you away like that and you didn't realize you were talking a bit too loud.

Din walked towards Grogu's room. You heard him talking as the kid squealed again. You needed nothing but his absence to walk out of the house as fast as your legs let you move. You looked back many times, waiting for him to, at least, come out and look as you walked away —you didn't even care that he wouldn't say a word. But he didn't. He was way too proud and full of his Mandalorian bullshit to feel any kind of empathy towards you anymore, you thought. After a while of cursing yourself for letting all of that happen despite knowing how Mandalorians were all the same, you stopped looking back and tried to focus on how to get back to your place . You knew it was a long walk, so you had time to think and cry.

But you didn't.

You wouldn't let one single of your tears be wasted to cry for someone like Din. Not after he had taken all of you and then thrown you into the trash as if you were just that —trash. Not after you had opened not only your house, but your heart, to him —and his son—, and he had still treated you like that. You should have known it would happen. Because you did know better than to trust a Mandalorian enough to develop feelings for him. You just happened to be wrong, thinking Din might be different.

He had heard you walking out. He knew it would happen, and he let it be. He knew you were mad at him, and to be honest, he was also mad at himself. For letting all of that happen, for letting you see his face, for letting you get into his heart. And he wanted to go after you and tell you he was sorry —for letting you be his weakness.

But he let you go, and didn't dare to look as you did.

He thought it was the best for you, both of you. But deep, deep inside him, he knew he hadn't done well. Deep, deep inside him, he wanted to go and tell you to come back, that he was wrong and you were right. But he was too proud —and full of his Mandalorian bullshit— to even take a step in your direction. And even being as Mandalorian as he was, he still wanted to go after you and tell you he was sorry. 

Because you really were his weakness, but he didn't want to admit it out loud.

[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

[crumbledcastle28]

You know the scene where din is saying goodbye to grogu before giving him to ahsoka (but not really?) does anyone have a picture/ gif of that? I know I did at one point but I cannot find it for the life of me.

Thank you ☺️

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: First steps to friendship

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I hope everyone had a good week. I just want to put this out there as someone who works in the medical field, please be kind to doctors, nurses, technicians, receptions, and cleaning crews.

Just be kind in general. I had a rough week with a very rude patient. It might not seem like much but after a while it takes a toll. So to everyone and anyone who needs to hear this, thank you for all the hard work you do.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: discussions of lunch, trying to avoid isolation, mentions of past trauma (blink and you'll miss it), discussions of being dirty (physically), possible mud (use your imagination). If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER NINE

As we watched Taika and Misty munching away, it made me remember we needed to eat too, “Din, what do you want for lunch? There’s some leftovers from last night’s dinner or I could make us a sandwich and salad …”

“You know…” he cut her off, realizing he needed to make more of an effort with her. 

Sure she was his employee, but he was also the only person she knew out here. Cobb and Fennec were always busy in town and the surrounding areas,  and Fennec had even less time than Cobb, being Boba’s right hand. Then there was Grogu, and as fun and enjoyable he was for a little kid, it wasn’t the same as having someone around her own age to hang out with. 

He nodded to himself, resolving he needed to do better, “You did a really good job today, Ann. Looking after Bessie, milking her, noticing there was something off about her. You could’ve easily brushed it off, or not even bothered to tell me about it. But you did, and because you did, I can tell you there will be a new addition to the ranch. Nerfs have a faster gestation than most quadrupeds. We should have a new addition in a month or two depending on if it’s a bull or calf. Not to mention you fed the nunas and collected the eggs, even though I know it freaks you out a little. I even noticed that you stamped the eggs with the date, and put them away. Cleaned out the pens as best you could … before I got here.” He smirked.

I tilted my head to look at him, resting my head on my arms that were propped on the railing of the corral. I didn’t say much, simply looking at him as I narrowed my eyes at Din, “I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me, or if you’re being genuine”

He chuckled, as he glanced over to her, shaking his head. “Genuine, I’m being genuine,” he turned back to look at Taika and Misty, “plus, I owe you for this morning.” 

I smirked, focusing back on the horses, “So … does this mean, I’ll get a pay bump?”

“Ha! No.” He stood stretching, “However, I do believe, your good work today, and for my …”

“Assery?”

“That’s not even a word.”

“Words aren’t words, until you start using them more often”

Din shook his head laughing, “Anyway, I do believe this entitles you to lunch on me. How about we go into town for lunch? I know a good restaurant.”

“Oh, um … yeah, I guess…”

He hadn’t expected that reaction, “Do you not want to?” Din glanced over to her.

A thousand scenarios ran through my mind, my biggest concern was bringing danger to this small town, but … Fennec went through a lot to cover my tracks so I could make it here. I couldn’t keep hiding on the ranch like I was. I needed to stop letting my ex dictate terms. I needed to start living again. 

I closed my eyes, and reminded myself, I wasn’t that same weak girl, he initially married.

 “No. No.” I focused on the landscape before, taking in the beautiful mountains, the crisp air. I was far away from him. “I’m up for going into town. After all, I need to see more of this area, get to know the town and people. As beautiful as this ranch is, I can’t exactly be holed up here forever.”

“No. You can’t” he smiled.

 I smirked, as my eyes glanced down, looking over my dirty outfit, “Maybe I should change? Take a shower at least?” My hand subconsciously went to my forehead and hair, wiping away some of the sweat and dirt.

Din shrugged, “You can if you want to but there’s no need, we’re going to a diner, not some fancy five-star high-end Coruscant restaurant. Plus this is a farming town, we’re all used to being a little dirty.”

“Hmmm … Well, I guess, if you’re going like that” I motioned to his shirt, “then I guess I can go like this” I motioned to my less than stellar outfit.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” He looked down, sure there was dirt, hay, dust, some grass strains, and something … he hoped but wasn’t entirely sure was mud. The more he thought about it, the more he changed his opinion, “You know, now that you mention it, maybe a change of shirt wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

I chuckled, nodding in agreement, as he tried to flick a nondescript dark matter off his shirt towards me. I squealed, flinching away from him, increasing the distance between us. “Hey …” I held up my finger as I moved further away, “I’ll have you know, I have enough of my own questionable dark matter on me, I don’t need to take on yours, too.” I shouted over to him, when I was far enough away and headed back into the house.  

Din watched as she headed back to the house, slipping off her boots before she went in. 

He stood in the open glancing over to the pens, the horses grazing, and Bessie chewing away as she stood there looking at him, and he couldn’t remember a time he felt this content from cleaning the pens and grooming Taika and Misty. He shook his head, pushing his thoughts aside as he headed into the house to change.

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[writerlyhabits]

Din likes his solitude. He likes the quiet. You know this, you respect this.

When he returns from a hunt you’re quick to put the child to bed, prepare Din something to eat to get his energy back, and leave him alone for the evening. You try to not bother him all day when he’s around; keeping conversations short and to the point. You don’t go out of your way to avoid him, you just make an effort to respect his space, his privacy. You’ve seen how he gets with people that talk too loud or too much, people that ask him too many questions, people that stand too close for his comfort. You want him to remain comfortable in his own ship.

However, he doesn’t see it that way. He thinks you’re avoiding him, that maybe you’re uncomfortable or even intimidated by him, even after all this time together. He makes his own effort to speak softly, or relax his stance to appear smaller; never move too quickly or too quietly, gently touching your arm or side to alert you to his presence. Until one day he decides he has to confront you about it. He doesn’t want his crewmate hiding away from him anymore.

A classic misunderstand trope that DOESN’T SUCK ASS.

Okay, number one? I love this ask.

Number two... I'm sorry it took so long...

But number three, I finally have your request finished, and it's right here waiting for you ❤️ I did change it a little bit, I fell in love with the idea of a younger dumber Din and just kinda ran with it. I hope you like it!

[rebelscums]

All Star Wars characters belong to the Star Wars Franchise.

Din Djarrin

Series

Sand Dweller (coming soon)

Pt 1 |

Oneshots

[mandoloriancookie]

I totally see Din Djarin having a beer in the cockpit.

His over everyone shit.

[kiss-me-muchoo]

HIM HIM HIM HIM HIM HIM (pls fuck me)

[endzithefangirl]

Taming the Mandalorian

Authors note: Okay so, first post. Big fanfiction fan, started out on Wattpad when I was 13, so this is an upgrade.

Summary: You are traveling with the Mandalorian as a Force sensitive babysitter for Grogu. The Mandalorian is very closed off in the beggining, with a few rare moments of affection. You have a talent for making even the most dangrous of beasts relax under your touch. Will you be able to tame the Mandalorian beast the same way?

Warnings: An obligatory English isn't my first language, being chased by a wild animal, biting, mentions of hunting, no mention of gender so I guess it's x gn!reader;

Word count: 4k

Traveling with the Mandalorian wasn't easy. If it was, everyone would do it. Ever since the Mandalorian took you with him, it's been.... Interesting, to say the least. You are technically here because you're with the force and you need to help Grogu. On the other hand.... You think Mando likes the fact that you clean and organize the crest, take care of him when he's hurt and make sure he eats well. He would never admit it though. Mando has been alone for many years, and his soldier mentality and stoic personality have made him used to the practical and almost un-empathetic life. That was... Until you came along.

You and Mando are in a forest, on a planet in the Outer Rim. You are looking for food. It was supposed to be short mission... Mando gets the bounty and you go home, but it turned into a giant night long stake out in the forest. You managed to find some edible berries and mushrooms, hoping that that will give you enough energy to stay up for the night. You don't usually come on missions, but this time Mando needed back-up, and whilst you aren't a warrior or bounty hunter, you could still use a blaster well enough to protect yourself. So, with Grogu on the ship and you and Mando stuck in a forest, the adventures began.

"It's getting dark... We won't have energy tomorrow if just eat berries and mushrooms..." You tell Mando as you walk through the deep forest.

“You say this like it’s my responsibility that we have food.” Mando turns his back to you, looking towards the ridge above the forest before speaking. “We could hunt, we could forage, or we could starve. It’s not my choice…”

"I already found the berries and mushrooms! I can live off that.... It's you who insisted that's not enough" You say, pointing out that fact that the food you found wasn't enough for him.

“How do you think this works?” Mando turns in your direction, his arms crossed on his chest. The forest sits silent around you, not even insects or small rodents scurrying about.

The fire behind you continues to crackle. “I insist that berries, while helpful, are not enough for a long period of time. We can eat all the berries we want but at some point we’ll need protein.”

"Well, you find protein then." You start defensively "I found food my food!"

Mando lets out a heavy sigh and mumbles “Fine.” Mando turns back towards the ridge above the forest, looking for a sign of game nearby. He kneels down to inspect the tracks in the dirt.

“They’re large, definitely not the footprints of a Rodian or a Noghri but they’re also smaller than a Trandoshan or a Wookiee. Ronto, probably”. Mando gets back to his feet, brushing the  dirt off his knee. “Follow me, I found some tracks leading down the hill.” He takes off through the forest, you close on his heels as you both move towards the game. He slows to a stop, crouching behind a small bush as a Ronto comes into view. The Ronto eats peacefully, unaware of your proximity.

"What's that?" You ask, not recognizing the species.

“A Ronto.” Mando answered. The creature has a long neck that extends high above the bush Mando and you hide behind. Its small ears are folded back against its head. The Ronto pauses as it chews on a root, and Mando raises his blaster, lining up his shot. You feel a sting in your gut. You never actually saw an animal get shot an hunted... It was almost a pity to shoot this poor Ronto, peacefully eating in its forest. You couldn’t let Mando kill it. Would you starve? Maybe. But... You couldn’t stand to watch it die. "No! Don't shoot it!"

“Why not?” He asks, turning his head towards you, eyes still focused on the beast ahead “I have to eat!”

"Don't kill the poor animal for your own needs! Especially not in its own house!" You know that what your saying is strange, but a part of you just can't watch Mando kill an innocent animal.

Mando sighs, looking at you while the Ronto continues to chew it’s root, unaware of the impending doom that awaits it. “Would you rather we starve to death here in the middle of nowhere?”

"Yes.."You say as you walk up to the Ronto. The Ronto looks at you, its eyes following the strange being that’s intruding on its territory to eat. It drops the root, its ears perking up as a warning. Mando turns, looking at you. “Please… come back.” You pet the Ronto, looking straight at Mando. If you could see Mandos face, you guarantee that you would be able to see his eyes roll. The Ronto lets out a low rumble, its tail wagging as it sniffs at the strange sensation of touch before resting its head on your legs.

“This is a horrible idea…” Mando says with a sigh. To him, this is ridiculous.. Why aren't you letting him kill an animal for food? Mando rolls his eyes, looking down at the creature as it continues to wag its tail. “You’re ridiculous.” The Ronto lets out a low grumbly sound, looking up at you with large, unblinking eyes. You pet the Ronto for a while whilst Din is looking at you annoyed. The Ronto lays down on its belly, rolling over on its side and exposing its large, fluffy stomach. It lets out a low rumble, letting you know it wants its stomach rubbed.

You rub his stomach. This animal is starting to grow on you... He's kind of cute... "And to think you wanted to kill this cute little thing...."

“Cute?” Mando looks at you and the beast before you. The Ronto closes its eyes, clearly enjoying the sensation from the petting.“I don’t see anything cute here, just food.” Mando laughs as

the Ronto nuzzles its head deeper into your hands, its large nostrils snuffling at the air. “How can you find a huge, smelly creature like this cute?” The Ronto lets out a loud grumble,

its ears perking up as it pushes its head against your thigh. “It’s not cute....” Din says, watching as the Ronto continues to push its large head deeper into your hands. “It’s not a pet, it’s food.”

The Ronto stands up and happily runs into the forest, as if looking for something

“What the-“ Mando takes a step towards the Ronto and watches as it chases off through the trees. “Get back here! You’re still my food!”

"No!"You say as you make Din's blaster fly into my hand. Mando groans as you use the force to take his blaster from him. “You can’t be serious right now!” he says, watching as the Ronto continues to chase after some imagined destination. "How can you just.... kill that?"

“It’s just a Ronto.” Mando turns and watches as the hairy creature continues to chase after its imaginary goal. It’s not the cutest thing he’s seen, that honor belongs to Grogu, but it’s also not the worst thing he’s ever seen. “Rontos are food, plain and simple.”

You hand the blaster back to Mando. In that moment, the Ronto runs back, a nest of sorts in its mouth. The Ronto puts the nest with eggs in front of us and then lies on its back again, as if to want more pets. You look at the large eggs. They're almost the size of your hea... "Are these your babies?" You ask the Ronto as you pet it. "Do they lay eggs?" you ask Mando.

“Rontos typically give birth to live young. These are probably un-fertalized eggs of some other animal. Rontos eat eggs.” He looks at the nest, the white and brown eggs sitting like treasure. "Did you bring us food?" You ask the Ronto as you pet it more

"Here, eat these for protein" you tell Mando handing him the unfertilized eggs. Mando takes the eggs and looks at them in his hand. He looks at you, eyes wide of the prospect of eating eggs brought to him by a ronto he wanted to hunt.

...

The Ronto falls asleep next to the fire a few meters away from you. The three large eggs boiling in a large bucket. You smirk at Mando. Mando doesn’t say anything, still trying to grasp the fact that he was given eggs and asked to make something of them. He looks at you then the Ronto, then back at you before sitting down a few feet away from the small fire. “These things should cook rather quickly.”

"See? Karma is real"

“What does karma have to do with you giving me the Ronto’s eggs to prepare?”

"If you shoot at the Ronto maybe it would have ran away, or maybe it was sick and then inedible. But, I befriended the Ronto and I got guaranteed food"

Mnado watches the Ronto sleep next to the fire, its eyes closed.“Maybe you were right about not killing it.” The fire crackles, the water in the bucket beginning to boil, the unfertilized eggs beginning to cook.

"I'll name him Bert"

“Name… the Ronto… Bert?” Mando reaches down into the bucket, pulling out two of the eggs before placing them on plates. “That’s the name you chose?”

"What's wrong with it?" You say defending your name choice.

“Whatever call it whatever you want since we’re not going to see it anyway.” Mando takes another bite out of the egg, his eyes still on the sleeping Ronto. You notice that he has yet to touch his second egg. Mando  puts his plate onto a rock nearby, the two of you sitting around the fire as you stare at the eggs and the small nest, the Ronto still fast asleep next to the fire. “He’s still sleeping?” Mando asks, looking over at you.

"Yeah. He's cute when he sleeps."

“He’s cute?” Mando looks over at the nest, as if he’s never once thought of the animal as cute, even in its sleeping form. “Never once would I have guessed you’d call a Ronto cute.”

"I think all Animals are cute"

“So… you think the womprats are cute?”

"I can't know if I've never seen them"

“I’m telling you, they aren’t cute.” Mando pauses, looking over at you to see your reaction.

"What do you think is cute?"

Mando thinks for a moment “Grogu…” He looks over at you, waiting for a response.

"Of course he is.... He's the cutest... Our little baby..." You say. You remeber the first time you met the little green creature... He really is abnouxiously cute...

“He is the cutest. He’s also the one that steals your food, throws tantrums, plays with dangerous objects, and nearly burns down the Crest multiple times. But yes, he’s the cutest little green being in this galaxy.” Mando says. His response catches you off guard. Mando never openly talked about his love for his adopted green son. Well, Mando never talked openly about anything.. "You aren't as heartless as people think you are" you tell him with a chuckle.

“People think I’m heartless?” Mando turns to look at you, his expression softening slightly as the realization dawns on him. “I thought people thought I was just a mean Mandalorian.”

"I think to them that's a synonym"

“I suppose it is,” he says, thinking for a moment. “I have heart, you know.”

"Oh I know" you say. You remember the small moments of affection he shows... The way he lets Grogu play with the ball in the cockpit, the way he actually laughs at Grogu when he does something funny... He even showed his affectionate side to you, praising your work on cleaning the ship and the food you try to cook him. And the faint skin-to-skin touches when you were patching up his wound... the way her tanked you afterwards... So soft, so... gentle. Nothing like what he is usually…

“You do?” Mando looks over at you, a glimmer of curiosity in his voice as he waits for your response.

"The way you take care of Grogu.... You love him more than you admit it" You don't mention the moments between you two.. It's best not to, you think.

“I… admit, I do love him. More than I’ve ever admitted before.”

"I'd probably try to pet Rancors too" You say into the air as you look at Bert the Ronto sleeping. The wild animal you tamed with a few pets and kindness...

“And what do you think would happen if you tried to pet a Rancor?” Mando stares at you, waiting for your answer. “It’s the size of a large ship. I don’t think it would be interested in cuddles.” Mando looks over at you, his expression turning towards one of concern. “I hope you wouldn’t actually try to pet a rancor, would you? It is a dangerous predator after all.”

"Maybe it's the most dangerous looking things that are the most kind hearted" You say. You weren't only referring to the Rancor....

“There is no amount of kindness in a Rancor. Trust me, I’ve had to deal with them plenty.” Mando looks around the small clearing, still waiting for the Ronto to wake up. But he also looks more curious now, as if he’s starting to question your idea that animals are nice.

...

A few weeks later you two landed on Tatooine. You visited Peli first. As you and Mando- well, you and Din... The Mandalorian has recently told you his real name... As you and Din stand there waiting for Peli, we see a womp rat in her trash. "That's a womprat" Din tells me. Din stares at the womprat, as if waiting for you to say something about it, or do something about it. “Yeah, that’s a womprat alright. It’s in the name.” He pauses for a moment as he tries to understand your intentions. “Are you going to pet it?”

That thing was ugly. It was hairy in all the wrong ways; it looked like something from your worst nightmares. But you were too proud to go back on your promise that you would try to pet a womprat. "Yes! It's not as ugly as you described it!" You say you approach the ugly beast. You slowly approach the womprat and pet it slowly. At least the feeling of petting it isn't too bad.

You hear Din sigh

“If it bites your fingers, please don’t complain to me.” Din looks away, as if he already knows that the womprat will bite you, and he knows the pain and consequences that will come from it. The womprat still isn’t bothered by your presence, as you move even closer to pet it.

*Nom*

You hear a bite, and a small squeak coming from the rat. Your finger is in the womprats’s mouth, and although it only seems to be playing, its sharp teeth are still biting down on your finger. Din looks over at you, and although his expression is still one of concern, you notice that he was right. The womprat looks up at you and squeaks, still holding your finger in its mouth with a bit of force. You pet the womprat with your non bitten hand. Now, you could leave the creature and admit Din was right. But you're not going to do that. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of being right. "He's just playing!" You say.

“I did warn you!” Din looks over at you, his expression changing toward one of mild amusement. “That looks like it hurts though, it was a little bite. What are you going to do now?”

"I don't care!" You proudly say as you pull your finger away. There is only a bit of blood This seems to make the womprat like you as he turns on his back and lets you pet it.

Din watches you pet the womprat, his expression still changing from amusement to confusion as the rat seems to be… enjoying it. “Is it… purring?” The rat squeaks again, this time it sounds like he’s… enjoying being pet. “Huh, I guess those teeth aren’t just meant for biting…” Din watches you pet the womprat, his mouth turning into a smile. “Seems like you’re right, it’s actually quite friendly.”

“You going to bring him along with us then?” Din asked slightly concerned by what you will answer.

"No. I know you're not an... Animal lover" You answer. You could see Dins body language relax.

“You know me pretty well then… I’m pretty used to being with people who love animals, but have never met someone who loves every animal.” He turns back to you. “You’re really committed to your idea that all animals are friendly, aren’t you?”

"All animals are friendly, until proven otherwise!"

...

Later that day, we went to this guy. He was supposed to bring Din to a fellow bounty hunter on Tatooine. The guy had a Rancor, that got loose. Din was right. It was a giant beast, it looked like a giant scaly, hairless lizard thing. Not very cute, definetly. Din was more cautious this time. He kept you behind him, you can't guarantee safety with a Rancor. Din stands still, his eyes locked onto the Rancor in front of him. His hands hover slightly close to his blasters in case the creature gets aggressive. He doesn’t say a word, but he stares at you out of the corner of his eye, wondering what you’ll do given that it is both dangerous and also an animal. The Rancor started running towards you... Din pulls your arm and you start running. Mid run we separated, and when Din turned around, he didn't see you. But he saw the Rancor standing still.

Of course his mind went to the worst. Din’s heart sunk when he saw the Rancor charging right towards you. The creature was massive. He immediately pulled you to safety, and when he saw you get separated after the creature stopped, he started to run back in the opposite direction, looking for you. “Where are you?! Are you alright?!?” As he turned around, he noticed the Rancor, almost in a passive state… Could it actually be friendly?

"HEY DIN!"You yell with a smile from the top of the Rancor. You're riding a Rancor. You aren’t sure how it happened. One moment you were running from an angry Rancor, the next you’re on top of a calm Rancor. Din stares at the scene, almost expecting to wake up from a dream. He runs over to you in a state of both confusion and surprise, turning towards you. “You…?” Din can't even form words... This is the last thing he expected...

"You wanna ride it too?" You say as you pull the Rancor down so Din can get on it. Din stares at you, unsure whether you’re seriously offering or just joking around. He looks over at the Rancor, which seems completely unbothered by his presence. “You’re joking, right?” Din stares at you, not knowing how to respond. He looks over at the Rancor again, and after a moment, he decides to take you up on your offer. “Ok, sure.”

He slowly climbs onto the rancor, his voice still filled with skepticism and confusion. Din sits behind you and wraps his arms around you for support. You're glad he's sitting behind you, because you blush from the sudden contact you two have. You still aren't used to this... affection from Din.

“Is this safe?” Din looks up at you, his expression changing towards one of more curiosity as he sees how easily you’ve tamed the Rancor. Din also clings to you, not wanting to fall off of the Rancor. He stares at you in both confusion and wonder, as he asks… “You’re actually taking us on this creature to Mos Pelgo?"

"You and the Rancor have a lot in common" You say after a while. You can tell your comment made Din confused.

“Me and this… thing? How exactly do I and the Rancor have anything in common?” Din starts to laugh, unable to understand your reasoning.

"You both look tough, and you both like to touch me" You say looking at how tightly Din is holding onto you, the same way the Rancor relaxed after you touched him.

Din stares at you for a moment as he starts to realize what you’re insinuating, and then he starts to laugh. ”Is this what I’ve looked like to other people all these years?” Din asked  “That’s not true…” But his voice is slightly half-hearted, and you can tell that’s he’s slowly realizing that maybe he is a bit anti-social and difficult to deal with. He tightens his grip  on you, almost unintentionally, and he seems to realize it now. “Oh… ok… yeah fine. I am somewhat antisocial, I guess.” He lets out a long sigh.

You move your hand away and pet the Rancor instead. Din stares at your hand and the Rancor for a moment, as if deep in thought. “…wait… don’t tell me the Rancor likes being pet too!” He slowly raises himself up on his elbow and looks at the Rancor, with a look of both confusion and surprise in his eyes. “Huh? How many animals do you think are friendly? Is everything friendly?”

"Of course. I can tame anything...."

Din chuckles and shakes his head. “Right… you can tame anything huh?”

"I already tamed the untamable best...." You say.

“The Sandcrawler?” Din laughs even harder. “Is this some kind of joke? Or… are you actually serious?” Din stares at you, waiting to see how you’ll respond to this.

"No.... A Mandalorian"

Din goes silent at your words. Are you joking? Are you insulting him? What does that mean? Does it mean what he think it means? Do you... “Oh… you’re serious. You’ve tamed a Mandalorian.

Just how did you manage to do that?” Din says, trying to be cautious with his words. He doesn’t understand fully what you mean. Din still seems to be laughing, but he’s also clearly getting more and more curious about your answers.

"A Mandalorian is holding a me tightly. He is enjoying the food I cook him, the jokes I make and even the way I patched him up when he was hurt. I'd say I tamed the Mandalorian beast pretty well" You say cautiously. You have to stop your voice from trembling. Are you confessing to Din that you enjoy his rare affection? Is he understanding what you're saying, or is he seeing this as an insult? Is this going to make a difference? Is the rare affection going to stop? You don't want it to stop. You want him to continue laughing at your jokes, and the secret, gentle touches that almost feel wrong, but feel so right?

Din stares at you, and his expression changes towards one of amusement again. “So you’re saying I’ve been tamed by you?” He stares at you for a moment, as if trying to come to terms with that idea.

"Yes. You are the greatest of the beasts I've tamed." You say cautiously.

Din is silent for a moment, his face turning towards a blush again. He laughs again a bit nervously, and you see him try to tighten his grasp on you. He relaxes behind you, holding you closer and tighter on the Rancor. You hear him sigh, but not in an angry or sad way, in a way like he's almost relived...

“I’m tamed” Din’s face is now bright red, and you can tell now that you got to him. “You happy now?”

You relax into his touch now. He isn't mad, he isn't upset. He enjoys your company, your comments, your touches... The two of you sit there, enjoying the ride on the Rancor. You sit there in comfortable silence, relaxing into each others touch. You've tamed the Mandalorian. You made him show a side he doesn’t show to anyone else. Could that mean this is a start of something?

[nimbusnight]

Hello Star Wars gremlins!

I am writing for my Codywan fic again and am kind of struggling with getting back into the swing of it. (Also read The Lovely Crash by nimbusnight on AO3 for some of my work.)

Wouldst thou be so kind as to send me some one shot/Drabble requests so I can limber up? I will write for pretty much any SW character x character pairing (not obikin, never obikin.) or character x reader!

Personal faves/pairs I'm most confident in my writing for are :

Din Djarin

Obi-Wan

Commander Fox/Riyo Chuchi

Codywan

Qui-Gon

Quinlan Vos, naturally

Basically all clone troopers/commanders (I'm a wh*re), but my strongest characterisations are Echo, Cody, Rex, Fox, Thorn, and Fives.

Boba Fett

Ahsoka Tano (!!!) (I love her)

I'm also like....very proficient at writing smut but I have very strong residual Catholic shame from my childhood and would love to get some saucy requests to raise a middle finger to purity culture!!

[countlessimagines]

Help me chose my next song based fic <3

I have a very lovey dovey song picked out, but not sure who exactly to write it for!

My main choices were:

If the answers are somewhat equal, I’ll most likely write for multiple characters!

Thanks for helping me out, and if you want to be tagged for a specific character if they do get chosen, please comment!

Thank you <3