#din djarin hc

[la-lunaluna]

evening reblog :)

hello! I love your writings style so much 🥺 can please request a one shot? I dont know if you do it, but I've never seen anywhere else a story with Din Djarin (my fav pedro character) with a male reader, so I was wondering, could you please make a one shot with din x male reader, please? I dont really mind the plot, I just would like something soft and hearth warming (it can be nsfw too, I dont mind)

thank you so much 💛

Windows of the Soul (Din Djarin x M!Character)

Rating: 14+

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

Author comments: hello, anon! I thought about this plot for a while, and when you requested that, I thought it could match what you want, so here I am with this fluff Din. I hope you like it, and thank you so so much for loving my writing! You don't have any idea how reading this made my day! Thank you, honestly.

People use to say eyes are windows of the soul, the mirror of the soul, and perhaps it's because of that no one has ever give him love or attention. If eyes are windows of the soul and reflect what we are from the inside, that might be the reason which he always was shy, uninteresting. What people see when they look at him is just a helmet, his eyes from behind could be empty, lost, shyness because that was what his eyes used to be. It never shined for anything, they never focused on anyone, they never dazzled.

His eyes almost had never seen anything at all.

He lived behind his helmet since the day he was rescued by the Mandalorians and since then, that was his home. A home of intense sounds, touches, and scents, but never of clarity. His childhood was dark, as his teenagehood was.

His name was Din Djarin, he was twenty years old and he was a Mandalorian. He grew up like this, but he missed his parents, dead for so long. His mother almost got crazy when she found out their planet was under attack, she was lucky she had his father by her side and he stood her still in her weak moments. He couldn’t have asked to be born into a better family, he owed them a lot.

However, Din Djarin had lost his parents and got rescued by the Mandalorians, becoming one of them and devoted to them. Besides that, he had a life like a normal kid. He never could play like the other non-Mandalorian kids, but he had many memories and good remembrances from those first years with the creed. The next years, on the contrary, were a nightmare. As soon as he began training fighting techniques, everything changed. Those how didn't discriminate against him, helped him a lot, besides knowing Mandalorians were great warriors.

When he joined the Guild, he was already totally used to that. When experient warriors didn’t take advantage of him for being a beginner, they found a way to steal his rewards or something like that. Until being arrested to die in an ambush, literally, it had already happened. But he could say he was grateful for that.

It was a winter day and it had snowed the night before, so the ground was damp. After Din learned better to walk around alone, especially after adapting to his first hunts, he never needed the support of other Mandalorians. In fact, he concluded he didn’t need anyone else to help him, but that day he did. Landing his ship on a new and unknown planet, he was assaulted and cornered in an ambush. The area was deserted and he thought he was completely in trouble. He was wrong. Two men, one of them with an eye patch and the largest with an immense scar, cornered him, lifted him off the ground, and trapping him. Luckily, he wasn’t killed, he was just arrested, and then, he couldn’t avoid the looting of his ship, and they left. Lucky for him, they didn't know how valuable his armor could be. Despiting his pride, all he could do was asking for help. He screamed for about ten, or fifteen minutes, he never knew how much. It was so cold and the pains under his armor were so much that he gave up afterward. After a while, a sequence of quick steps was heard, accompanied by a panting and desperate breath. Din didn’t know who could be, It was not known who he was, nor if the person would help him, but he couldn’t miss the opportunity. He shouted, asked for help, and luckily, the person helped him. The men, sent from the heavens, released him from his bonds and helped Din to stand on his feet again. Then he fixed his askew helmet.

“Are you okay?” It was a young man. 

“I’ll be okay.” The young man deduced from Din’s voice that he was the same age as him. Din took a long break, it was strange to talk with somebody after so much time traveling alone. “And you, are you okay? You seemed... scared.”

“It’s already the second time this week I need to run away from hunters, you know.” Din didn’t need his temperature view to know the young man had blushed. Mando didn’t know, he was never the prey until that time. 

“It’s okay. I can help you the next time since you saved me.” Din replied, but it was difficult to express himself.

The Mandalorian heard a loud breath coming from him as if he had smothered a chuckle. Din’s armor was a little sticky and dirty.

"I'm sorry, you must have gotten dirty all over yourself to help me," he said, facing the embarrassing moment.

“It’s my turn to say that everything is fine, the important thing is that you won’t be there all day.” He smiled, making Din smile back. Luckily for him, it wasn’t possible to see through the helmet.

Din started walking and realized how painful was to walk, his leg hurt, his muscles failed and his leg failed when he walked again. The young man helped him and Din soon realized that he needed to seek him out for support. As soon as his gloved fingers wrapped around his arm, it was his turn to blush. Although he was muffled, Din could feel how warm his skin was, as if he had just sunbathed on a summer afternoon. The man put him inside the ship, said goodbye, and went on his way.

It had been five years since that day. Time really goes by incredibly fast. Din remembered it as if it were today... Five years since he had known that young man, his best friend, his confidant, his safe haven, his love. He taught Din to see the world and he, finally, could see that he didn't need to see with his own eyes to look at things. It was okay to be a Mandalorian and see things through a helmet visor.

He taught him about what was most important to see.

After that day, Din Djarin and he met several times. Although he had left, he returned next, afraid that his leg injury was very serious. In the end, he stayed to help, sharing their loneliness with each other. He, like Din, was a shy, closed person, with few people to believe in and who only opened himself up to those he trusted the most. Maybe that's why they got close to each other. He and Din met, got closer, started to become accomplices to each other, and in a short time we were already best friends. Din’s first best friend.

Din had never known anything about love, he had never been an attractive or flashy person, and so no one ever fell in love with him, in the same way, he never allowed himself to fall in love with anyone. Maybe that's why Din Djarin couldn't understand what was going on inside him. Din couldn't be without his company, he needed to talk to him, share things with him... When he was away from him, he felt uncomfortable and incomplete. Well, they say that love is blind, and Din finally understood this was true, because, without realizing it, love caught him. Without meeting the young man’s eyes directly and without wanting anything in return, except for his attention, Din Djarin fell in love.

He fell in love with his only and best friend.

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[ddejavvu]

grumpy beefy mando falling for soft!reader in her “grandma era” - all she wants to do is crochet, bake and frolic around the galaxy with mando and grogu 🫶🏽

"He doesn't like hats."

You glance up at Din from where you're testing a length of crocheted stitches beneath Grogu's chin, ensuring that the hat inspired by the local flora of the forest planet you've found shelter on won't fall off if he gets too rigorous in his play.

Grogu coos beneath the flower hat, but whether it's in agreement or protest you can't tell.

"He likes this one," You decide, when the little green terror before you doesn't fight as you maneuver his ears through their designated slots, "And he doesn't have to wear it if he doesn't want to."

Your fingers slip the little white button through the slot you've left in the band, and the hat is secured around Grogu's chin; the cutest little flower you ever did see.

"Oh, honey," You gush, scooping the child up and tucking him into your arms, "You wanna see your hat? C'mere, let's look."

You crouch in front of the tree stump that Din has settled on, holding Grogu up to the man's beskar chest plate. It's freshly polished, but not completely reflective, so at the right angle, Grogu catches a blurry, slightly distorted version of himself in a very pink hat.

His legs are still too small to kick in excitement, but his arms pick up the slack, flapping about while copious amounts of baby babble streams from his mouth. Evidently he's pleased with your handiwork.

Din stays silent while he offers his armor up for Grogu's viewing pleasure, but the child's hands soon find the soft strap beneath his chin and tug.

"I told you he didn't like hats..." Din murmurs, not to be cruel, but to fill empty space in the air when your shoulders deflate slightly.

"I thought he'd like it if it was softer," You hum sadly, helping Grogu take the button out of its clasp so that he can tug the hat off of his head, "I just figured he didn't like the helmet you gave him because it was uncomfortable."

As soon as you've freed Grogu from the confines of his flowery prison his hands slap against the shiny metal of Din's armor. He takes the child out of your hands but Grogu keeps his hat tightly clutched in his fist, and, with valiant effort, pushes the hat into Din's helmet, insistently cooing something that sounds suspiciously like buir.

Your giddiness returns, and you circle Din like a hawk, "Oh, you want your buir to wear it? Let's see," Amidst Din's protests you balance the too-small cap on his helmet, and he stills if only to save the hat from slipping and dying a muddy death on the ground below.

"It doesn't fit me." He grumbles, body stiff as he keeps it balanced on his head. Grogu seems pleased with his buir's new headpiece, squealing and showing off his newly-emerged teeth in a grin.

"I'll make you a matching one!" You declare, snatching the hat off of his helmet to give him the freedom of movement again, "Grogu, baby, what color should Din's be?"

"Bah!" Grogu decides, and your steps still where you're racing back towards your shelter.

"Uh... how about purple?" You suggest, and another resounding 'Bah.' is all the encouragement you need.

[thefrogdalorian]

I love how Din and Cobb's first encounter is clearly supposed to be a tense standoff between two space cowboys because there's only meant to be room for one of them in this town, so we as the audience are meant to be on the edge of our seats, worried for Din and wondering who's going to shoot first... but instead everyone collectively decided that moment was full of homosexual tension and they should just kiss instead.

[loveoaths]

force sensitive!din is cool, but imagine how funny the reverse would be. force negative!din. his very presence is actively hostile to the force. jedi can’t track him because he simply does not show up on their radars. you try to force throw him and he just stands there like 🧍🏻‍♂️. being around him as a force sensitive person is like entering a cellular dead zone. there are no signals going in or out. grogu’s rapid force development happens because being around din and then leaving with luke was the jedi equivalent of rock lee removing his ankle weights and beating gaara’s ass. if the force is a telephone wire, din is the fucking boulder stapled to it. his very presence causes a vacuum in the force that the universe tries to correct by throwing more force at it, which is why the man suddenly can’t walk without running into a jedi these days. force negative!din, y’all.

[papurgaatika]

Papaya’s Official Pedro Character Dick List

This started as me trying to just list them in biggest to smallest dick order, but i got carried away so now it’s that but with a few fleeting (horny) thoughts. Enjoy whores. Xoxo

1. Joel

Horse cock, duh

"Just the tip baby" is a line he’s ALWAYS using

Y’know that line about how he never actually went to university to study? That’s bc he was def fucking college girls and lord was he the talk of the town

If you could sneak Joel “big dick” Miller into your sorority house you were a legend.

Yes this might just be me being self gratuitous

2. Frankie Morales

Big and thick

Shy about it but too focused on pussy to care

Can get off just from eating you out, is extremely proud of that because it means he can just stay between your legs for however long he wants

3. Marcus Acacius

Roman army general who comes back aching after months of war

Will fuck you until you’re dizzy bc you can practically feel him in your stomach

Breeding kink galore, wants to see you round with his kids over and over

4. Javier Peña

He cant be that full of himself without having a pretty dick

And he is so pretty, maybe not that thick but he is big regardless

Loves to press against the top of your pelvis to make you feel him a little more if he shifts his hips up

5. Dave York

Look at him. I know you’ve seen his bulge dont lie to me you heathen.

Will trace a knife over your skin while he’s pushing into you to keep you still

Wears a cock ring to keep himself from cumming until you’re absolutely begging for it

6. Oberyn Martell

Royal cock. That’s all i have to say

Look. he is canonically a slut, there has to be good dick

Not a vers, but will switch occasionally if he’s feeling like he wants change.

Jerks off while you watch just to tease you

7. Pero Tovar

There’s something about these dirty sword-wielding men that screams BDE

Have i seen this movie? No. do i know that he’s jerking himself off and not bothering to be quiet about it even when he’s out on missions? Yeah. yeah i do.

He’ll bite and mark you, but will kiss them better afterwards

8. Din Djarin

Above average, but not too big, and he likes it like that

Def a grower, which makes it irritating when you tease him while he’s in the armor

Hates having to adjust while he’s on missions but you make it impossible

Missionary STANNNN, loves to have his forehead pressed against yours

9. Javi Gutierrez

Pleasure dom 100%

Just average length and girth, but he KNOWS how to use it, and use it well

Will slide just the tip in and make you cockwarm him laying like that until he makes you cum at least twice

10. Jack “whiskey” Daniels

This fucking asshole (i love him)

Ties you up with his lasso

Just smaller than average, but claims he’d get too distracted otherwise

Magic fingers. 100% and he knows it too.

11. Ezra

FREAK. He might be the freakiest one here if i speak honestly.

Doesn’t care that he doesn’t have a huge dick, says he can make you feel better than anyone with a massive shlong can (my words, not his, he’s too eloquent)

Into fisting and coos at you about how he can split you open on his hand and you’ll still ask for more

12. Silva

Bottom!

Not that he needs a small dick to be a bottom, but he just prefers it

Likes to grind against the sheets to get stimulation while he’s face down

13. Marcus pike

Cutie pie with a cute dick

I dont remember who it was but someone on here wrote soft!dom marcus so well and it makes me crazy

Overstimulates you while you ride him

14. Max Phillips

This is to knock this asshole down a notch

Endless stamina (vampire) so it doesn’t really matter

Super into slipping a finger inside while he’s fucking you

Also will make you eat his ass

15. Dieter Bravo

He has a small dick and dare i speak my truth when i say it’s hot???

He loves it, he doesnt need to be huge to feel good.

This man is a vers and a switch. Power bottoming for DAYS or being a bratty top. He has the best of everything.

Degradation kink GALORE!! If you call his dick small condescendingly he might cum immediately

[noramsblog]

Dog

[softpascalito]

Presents - Pedro Pascal Characters Headcanons

Summary: Which presents do the Pedro boys give you for Christmas? I have some ideas.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader, Javier Peña x Reader, Dieter Bravo x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader Tags/Warnings: Non-explicit smut, Fluff, Headcanons

notes: some more headcanons for you darlings <3

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Joel Miller

Joel is actually surprisingly good at giving presents. He'll pay extra attention to what you're saying or what you may need in the weeks before Christmas.

During patrol, he keeps an eye out for your favorite foods and products, storing them away into his backpack to add them to the ever-growing list of presents for you.

He prefers giving to getting, even though he's always more than thankful when it comes to his own presents. But nothing beats the look his loved ones get in their eyes when they unwrap a present from him and it's just the perfect one, showing just how well Joel knows them.

Come Christmas Eve, there's at least half a dozen small packages waiting under the Christmas Tree for you. Joel loves to spoil you.

He gets creative as well, making use of his woodworking skill to add a few more personal gifts to the pile, carving you small figurines of your favorite animals.

Javier Peña

Javi gets lost at least three times while he visits the mall to go Christmas shopping. He does not like the over-crowded stores at all but he knows he needs to find something that let's you know just how much you mean to him.

When asked about his own wishes for Christmas, he only asked for a pack of Malboros (needless to say, he gets a few packs AND a proper present).

He's about to pick out a frangrance that seems like you'd like it when he runs into Connie. She instantly sees that he looks like a fucking lost puppy in between all the products and options and takes pity.

She helps him pick out a few things you'll actually like and even reminds him to grab some wrapping paper. She also promises to not tell you about her helping out a little bit.

You're blown away by the gifts he picked for you, trying not to show how surprised you are he actually knew what to pick.

At the DEA's Christmas Party, you run into Connie. She just winks when you ask her if she'd been helping Javi. You both never tell him.

Dieter Bravo

Dieter thinks about whether or not to get you drugs (he doesn't).

He loves giving gifts that he knows will benefit him as much as they do you- something for your shared apartment or something for you to wear.

There's a cozy sweater and a hat from your favorite brand under the Christmas Tree, but there is also some more ... naughty clothing.

You like dressing up a little for Dieter, teasing him more than once throughout Christmas-time by suggesting to get one of those little red and white outfits that would perfectly highlight your figure.

He gets you a few, unable to decide on just one when he begins to imagine how good you'd look in them.

Dieter and you both name the white lace one as your favorite, detailed with little, glittering snowflakes all over the fabric.

Needless to say, the rest of the presents dont get unwrapped until the second day of Christmas.

Din Djarin

Din is absolutely lost when it comes to presents. The two of you are inseperable, which doesn't really make secretly buying something easier.

The opportunity presents itself when you decide to shop for some new clothes and he gets a little while to himself.

A Mandalorian wandering around the aroma and lotion shop turns heads but Din can't bring himself to care. He tries a few items, holding them below his helmet so that he can take a whiff.

He settles on a set of lotions and creams that smell refreshing, a note of pine in them. You always prefer the wooded planets to the desert ones so he hopes that it's a safe pick.

You love it more than he expects - and he does too. For the next few weeks, his entire ship seems to smell like the store did, fresh and gentle, and you seem surrounded by the scents he got you. It begins to smell like home.

He insists, as soon as you have used the bottles up, to go back and get you new ones, stocking up on the lotions and soaps and oils. If you ever leave, he tells himself, he'll at least remember the smell.

(You never leave).

[mearchy]

you know i guess the other thing is that normally the navarro scene where djarin finds that most of his covert has been wiped out by imperials would be the opening of a vengeance rampage arc or him losing his morals or his gentleness or his mercy in a haze of grief or something. but they’re very careful to show us that din isn’t that person. he’s not going to lose himself like that, he’s not going to snap and tap into some buried well of extreme violence. he lives violence every day of his life and has learned how to build and hold moral walls despite all of it and they refuse to dismantle that part of his character and i really love that and him

[depressed-alone]

I just think that:

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[novaae]

i just think it would be really fucking funny to see din react to how grogu speaks,,,,, like grogu transitions from cute baby coos to straight up yoda speak

grogu: nice day, this is.

din, hearing his son speak for the first time: help what

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grogu, to someone: being a bitch, you are

din: ??????

[ddejavvu]

Mandalorian and Jedi!Reader, maybe where Mando tries to bring reader in for a bounty some ex imperial put on her head and he ends up having a MASSIVE crush on her instead

Soft Din has my heart 🫶🏻

"Can you stop that?" Din throws a scathing look over his shoulder where you're occupying Grogu in a rear seat of the unmarked freighter he's piloting. This job wasn't an easy one; Jedi aren't often willing to be tracked, but now that he's got you, he needs to deliver you without arousing any suspicion, which a shiny new ship is not useful for So, despite the smell of livestock that lingers in the walls of the ship, you're all piled into its boring, beige cockpit.

"What, making him laugh?" You scoff at Din, fingers still carefully poking and prodding at the baby's sides where he squeals with laughter, "It's called happiness, Mando. You should try it sometime."

"He's little," Din reaches out to scoop Grogu into his grip, tugging him away from you, "You're gonna hurt him. You're supposed to be a bounty, not the entertainment."

"Have you forgotten he and I were raised in the same temple?" You reach for Grogu who's staring pleadingly at you over Din's shoulder, one of his little hands outstretched, "I used to feed him mashed meilooruns."

"And now you occupy your time by liberating imperial cruisers of their fuel."

"Can't chase me if the tank is empty." You shrug, "Hey, Grogu, honey, watch this!"

You use the Force to snag Din's blaster out of its holster, and when he grabs for it, you use your other hand to lift Grogu over his shoulder and back into your lap.

"See? Stealing is easy and fun," You grin at the expressionless beskar mask staring your way, and Grogu giggles in delight where he's back in your lap.

"Stealing gets a bounty placed on your head. I'll be sure to buy some mashed meilooruns for the kid with the credits you'll get me."

"Right," You scoff, "You're gonna show up to meet this imperial goon squad, you're gonna hand me over, and they're just gonna let you waltz out of there fifty-thousand credits richer despite having a force-sensitive child in your possession?"

Din's leather glove creaks as he tightens his hold on the controls.

"Face it, buckethead, the only way you're getting those credits is if I help you. We'll fake 'em out, you keep my saber and toss it to me after they pay you. Then I'll chop 'em up and we can get outta there before they get their hands on Grogu."

Prolonged silence seems to be all that Din can offer in your presence aside from stinging quips, but he hears Grogu's babbling giggle break the tension where you've tapped a finger at his button nose. The sound eases some of the weary tension that's been on Din's shoulders since the second he'd made a deal with Imperials, and he's glad he has his helmet on to prevent you from seeing the way that the annoyance in his face softens.

"Fine. But there's no way you're coming with us afterwards. I'm dumping you on the first stable planet we come across, and you're not getting any of the credits."

"Poor Mando," You croon to Grogu, "Ahsoka didn't teach him about projecting his feelings, did she?"

Grogu rambles back to you in some unknown attempt at language, and before Din can ask what 'projecting' means, you're grinning up at him.

"You've got a deal, Mando; no money, no free rides around the galaxy. Just keep getting soft under that bucket of yours, and we'll figure out a better plan on the way out."

[thefrogdalorian]

I know the N-1 has received a pretty mixed reception since Din acquired it in TBOBF. I get the complaints that it's too small and doesn't feel like a home compared to the Razor Crest, but I personally love the design and how it shows off his piloting abilities.

And it gave us this angle...

*Ahem* ANYWAY...

After rewatching The Phantom Menace today, I couldn't help but think that a great replacement ship was there in Episode I the whole time! It has the homeliness of the Razor Crest and the sleekness/manoeuvrability of the N-1...

The Naboo Royal Starship!!!

Seriously look at that thing, it's beautiful. All shiny and with a similar design to the N-1.

Hear me out...

It has a huge cockpit. Perfect for plenty of father-son bonding activities and if Din needs some backup on a particularly tough mission.

Here are the blueprints, LOOK AT HOW MUCH SPACE IT HAS!!!

I'm noticing a table. Royal quarters... with a bunk. I mean, he probably wouldn't need most of the droid holds but if R5 sticks around, who knows!

It would be like an entire home on the go! And so graceful.... so slick...

I am obsessed with this ship... practical, stylish and shiny...

Much like the man himself....

Anyway, according to Wookieepedia, Vader eventually came into possession of the ship a few decades after the Invasion of Naboo. Which means it could have been out there at the same time as Din needed a new ship.

I think this would have been such a cool compromise, the best of both worlds if you like. A shiny new ship which also functions as a home... we could have had it all.

[adakechi]

just saw an anti-dinbo post that said “THE STRAIGHTS LOST AGAIN” as if anyone who likes a mlw couple is straight 😭😭😭

im a nonbinary lesbian literally go fuck yourself

[darlingjmiller]

Ragnar, newly orphaned, taking the Creed (again) and watching Grogu get adopted/become an apprentice

[noramsblog]

Babysitting

[softpascalito]

Traditions - Pedro Pascal Characters Headcanons

Summary: Which tradition do the Pedro boys enjoy? I have thoughts.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader, Javier Peña x F!Reader, Dieter Bravo x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader Tags/Warnings: Explicit Language, Non-Descriptive Smut, Headcanons

notes: excited to post the first of a few hcs to come this month! i hope you enjoy <3

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Joel Miller

Joel may not show it but he actually likes Christmas traditions. It can't be anything too big or fancy but there's a few small things he remembers about Christmas in his own childhood that he continues with Sarah and later with Ellie.

After the outbreak, he doesn't celebrate. Not just Christmas, he doesn't celebrate anything for years. By the time his first Christmas with Ellie rolls around, he is already badly injured. He doesn't even realize it's Christmas Eve.

The next year, with both of them living safely in Jackson, he makes up for it best he can, agreeing to join a Christmas dinner hosted by Tommy and Maria.

You've met before but this is one of the first occasions where you begin talking. It's only months later that you realize you may not have been seated next to each other by accident.

Tommy and Joel contribute to the night with a tradition from their childhood. After dinner, they bring out Luminarias, handmade Christmas lanterns that they've evidently prepared in secret. The other lights are dimmed and the entire house is bathed in soft, orange light.

He ends up on an armchair by the window with you perched on the armrest and you both sip your drinks in the dim light while the other guests slowly file out. Joel swears that it cements the lights as his favorite tradition.

Javier Peña

Christmas, for Javi, usually means a trip back home to meet the family. Born and raised in Texas, it's one of the most important parts of Christmas: Everyone being together, despite their differences.

Colombia and the cartel case are a welcome excuse to not take part in the family gatherings. Every time he does visit Laredo, which only totals to three times during his time in Bogotá, he can't stand the way people look at him.

When he goes back after Cali, he doesn't even make it through half of the gathering. There have been too many drinks emptied and too many questions asked and he is back in his truck before anyone can notice he's disappeared.

Four years later marks the first time he does show up for Christmas again, with you by his side and proudly showing off the noticeable bump under your sundress.

You think he's joking when he whispers to you that night, explaining that his new favorite Christmas tradition is keeping you stuffed and spending all of Christmas Eve next to the tree, hands caressing your stomach to feel for movement from his baby

He isn’t joking. Three years in a row, the timing aligns perfectly and like clockwork, a baby is born every spring. It's definitely not the worst tradition you can think of.

After a satisfying number of babies however, the tradition shifts back to its origin: Gatherings with the whole family. And you have quite the family to show off with three little ones and Javi by your side.

Dieter Bravo

Dieter loves having you over for Christmas at his house in the Hollywood Hills. It starts innocently enough, with Covid ruining plans for any other possible get-together.

He orders enough food to last for days, rolls a generous joint for you to share and puts on a Hallmark Christmas movie for giggles.

It ends up getting you both in the feels, despite ticking off every possible cliché. By the time the credits roll around, Dieter's body is pressed against yours, both of you sinking back into the fluffy couch pillows.

The next three days are an intangible mess made up of cheese, weed and sex. In no particular order.

For once, no agent calling disturbs the bubble the two of you have created for yourselves and when New Year's rolls around, you both vow to repeat the same kind of Christmas next year.

Din Djarin

Din doesn't really know or celebrate Christmas until you and Grogu come along. When you start decorating and making a few purchases, he grumbles slightly but lets you go through with it.

To your (and his) surprise, he doesn't hate the decorating. It's a nice change of pace to just sit for a while, make chains of popcorn and dried fruits and watch the child play with a few of the Christmas decorations while you consider the best spot for the tree.

Din does help with all that you can't reach and with securing everything so that your whole work won't be ruined the second the ship takes off.

It's dark outside when you are finally done, Grogu napping below the tree after wearing himself out. Din lifts you onto his shoulders almost effortlessly, allowing you to place the golden star on top of the tree while he watches.

You light the tree together afterwards, the twinkling lights reflecting in his beskar armor, multiplying the light by what seems to be a million and it makes your knees weak.

Every following year, a beautiful tree decorates your living quarters. You both pretend it's something you only do for Grogu. You both know it's not.