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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 5 - A Chaperone

Din Djarin is happy on Nevarro. He has a home, a family, what more could he want? But when a woman turns up selling bread and cakes at his doorstep, how can he not fall in love? And how can he also stop her from getting hurt at the hands of her partner behind closed doors? Will the hero save the girl and get the girl? Warm and sweet fluff/romance/hurt/comfort fic.

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Chapter 5

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Din Djarin stood, arms folded over his beskar-armoured chest, leaning up against the silver tree beside him.

It was a warm and breezy day, and Din found himself back in the city of Nevarro. He had been checking in with Greef Karga on how things were going. If there was any more trouble, the Manadalorian wanted to know about it.

The pair, along with Grogu, had come out on the streets for a stoll, running into the new Marshal of the city - the former droid IG-11.

A small crowd had gathered around the Marshal, Karga and now Grogu, who seemed elated  to see his old droid friend back in action.

The Mandalorian, who hated large gatherings of people, was more than happy to stand on the sidelines and watch as Karga introduced folks to the newly painted droid. IG-11 was today looking particularly shiny, obviously having had a fresh polish and a paint job.

Din, gazing over, gave a weary grunt, rotating his stiff shoulder absent-mindedly.

For the past four days, Din and Grogu had been on Mandalore.

It had been a fleeting visit, more out of curiosity than anything else.

But it had been good to catch up with the progress Bo Katan and the Armorer had been making in getting the planet on its feet.

Din knew that it it would likely take several lifetimes to get Mandalore back to what it once was. But just the idea of having a place where Mandalorians could live and prosper made it all worthwhile.

But as nice as it was to see friends, or travelling through the stars on missions given to him by the New Republic, he now appreciated having a place of his own to call home.

Sleeping in his old Razorcrest had been one thing, with access to a bunk at least. But his N-1 Starfighter didn't have space to even move, let alone lie down. So coming back to a comfortable bed was something Din looked forward to these days.

His entire body ached from the time he had spent over the last few days sleeping awkwardly in a confined space, with Grogu on his lap.

“Are you jealous?” came a sudden familiar voice from Din’s side. Causing the Mandalorian to immediately turn his head… only to come face to face with Lysa Kane, stood there, shoulder to shoulder with him, staring out at the crowd ahead.

Din paused for a long second, eyeing her.

The blonde woman today had her golden hair thrown back over her shoulders, tied back by two thin braids. She wore a long, lilac tunic dress that fell to the floor, and slung over the crook of her elbow was a stiff woven basket.

Din was surprised to see her, but then again, why should he be? This was her city after all.

“Excuse me?” he retorted in a familiar manner.

But Lysa glanced up at him for the first time, quirking an eyebrow in his direction playfully.

“I said, are you jealous?” she said with a nod over towards IG-11, who was stood shaking hands with a small child.

But when Din remained silent, she gave a huge roll of her eyes.

“Of the Marshal’s shiny new armour. I’d say it’s on a par with yours…” she tilted her head staring over at the droid. “...or maybe his just takes the edge.”

At her words, Din let out a snort.

“Mine is beskar armour. His is just metal alloy and durasteel, there's absolutely no competition,” quipped Din.

He was enjoying the recent repertoire between them.

But Lysa just gave a smirk, bumping her hip with his.

“Hmmm you keep telling yourself that, Mandalorian.”

Din couldn't help but chuckle behind his helmet, looking back over to the crowd, ignoring the feeling of his heart beginning to beat a drumbeat inside his ribcage.

“So…you want to walk me to the market?” said Lysa suddenly, giving him another playful nudge, and gesturing with the basket in her hand.

Din looked her way, blinking for a moment. “Why? Do you need a chaperone?”

Lysa gave a smirk. “No. But I do want the company,” she said turning and pacing slowly away, before looking back at him over her shoulder. “Come on, Din Djarin.”

At this Din couldn't help but grin, letting out a faux-tired sigh.

“Fine,” he muttered, as he followed her a few steps.

Glancing over to where Karga was stood beside Grogu and IG-11, the Mandalorian gave a shout.

“You mind keeping an eye on the kid for me?”

Karga immediately looked his way, before his eyes travelled to Lysa, a knowing smile teasing at his lips.

“No problem. He’s enjoying himself. You should do the same,” said the now-High Magistrate in a suggestive tone, causing Din to roll his eyes.

He let out a huff, before falling into step with Lysa, who peered back to Grogu and the others.

“So…” she said gently after they had turned the corner. “Can I ask.....Grogu is your…..son?”

“Yes,” said Din matter-of-factly. “I adopted him recently. But it feels like he’s been in my life for a long time.”

Lysa offered him a smile.

“You’re sweet with him,” she said in a gentle tone. “And I did wonder what the deal was…”

Din looked her way, frowning. “What do you mean?”

But Lysa gave a small shrug, avoiding his eye.

“Well…you know you don't exactly look alike, and I didnt want to offend…” she said quickly with a shake of her head, the tops of her cheeks turning pink. “Interspecies procreation isn't a dirty word anymore…and so I didn't want to presume…”

She trailed off, her cheeks now completely red.

“He’s adopted,” reiterated Din. “There was no procreation involved…well not by me anyway.”

The Mandalorian quickly cleared his throat. Right now he was glad he had his helmet on. because it wasn't only Lysa’s face that had turned red.

“I mean…” Din gave another cough, before giving up all hope of rescuing this conversation.

The pair were silent a few long moments, as they walked down the cobbled winding street together, side by side.

“So you said you were born in Naboo,” Din said conversationally, his heart thudding in his chest. What the hell was wrong him today? “That where you grew up too?”

Lysa gave a slow nod.

“Yes, it was a great place to live,” she said, her voice sounding distant.

“So why did you decide to leave?” asked Din carefully.

He noticed the blonde woman worrying at her lips for a moment before answering.

“My parents died when I was seventeen,” she said in a gentle voice. “There was a fire…in their shop and….well, I didn’t have anything to stick around for after that. So I hitched a lift and went from planet to planet for a while….and then a year ago we arrived here on Nevarro.”

Din stared at her for a long moment, knowing that there was a lot she had missed out of her life story. Lots that she obviously hadn't wanted to detail to Din.

Lysa seemed just a handful of years younger than him and yet that didn't mean she had lived any less of a life than he had.

Din was quiet for a moment pondering whether he should ask his next question. But before he knew it, the words were already spilling from his lips.

“This where you met Crix? Nevarro?”

Din hoped that it was a fairly new relationship and one that would end perhaps as quickly as it had begun.

But to his annoyance Lysa shook her head.

“No,” she said, avoiding Din’s eye, her voice full of something the Manadalorian couldnt quite put his finger on. “We’ve been together about…um….probably about four, maybe five years. Me and him…well we travelled around for a bit and then….well one day Crix decided that we should move here.”

“And you didn't want to?” asked Din, his voice sounding low through his modulator.

Lysa gave a slight shrug.

“Well when we moved here it was a ruin,” she said staring around her. “It wasn't like this.”

The street around them was bustling with people of all shape, size and creed. The buildings in this central part of the city, mostly re-built, standing proud all around them.

Din noticed Lysa stare at the ground for a long few seconds before speaking again.

“Crix was a different guy when I met him,” she explained, sounding as though she had to explain. But her face looked pained and sad. An expression Din had not seen on her before, the woman who, to him, forever exuded warmth and light. “He was so funny and just a great guy to be around. But…it’s like…….travelling around…it’s like places like this have made him bitter, like he realised that not everything in this star system revolves around men like him anymore. The last two planets we stayed on for a while…he struggled to find work. And then to keep a job. He started gambling, falling in with the wrong crowd…”

But Lysa stopped suddenly, almost visibly shaking herself. She blinked a couple of times before reddening again. “...anyway it doesn't matter.” She gave a small almost-masked sigh as they approached the Bazaar, before pursing her lips and carrying on as if her small outburst had never happened. “Ok first thing on my list are warted limes.”

And with that she walked towards a large stall full of fruit, as Din stopped where he was.

He stared after her for a very long moment, watching as she fixed a bright smile onto her face. A smile that had been completely absent just a moment or so ago.

And so, with his eyes on nothing but her, Din followed Lysa over to the stall. The fresh fruit offerings, not the only thing drawing him there.

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