#din djarin soulmate

[tanzthompson]

Well this is awesome!

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Death and an Angel (Din Djarin x Female Reader) Index

A fic about Din as Death who asks You, a Cupid, to help him find his soulmate. A mixture of Mandalorian canon and my own immortal AU. I hope you enjoy the journey 💖

Warnings are listed for each chapter when you click on link, but please note smut does not exist in this story at any point.

Photo credit: @yoursisanemptyhope​​​ 🥰

Part 1 - 1,100. Death requests your presence at a train station.

Part 2 - 1,000. Din describes his potential soulmate to you.

Part 3 - 1,500. Din and you discuss what it means to be Death and a Cupid.

Part 4 - 3,300. Din and you learn the universe is full of surprises.

Part 5 - 2,075. One of your bosses threatens to split you and Din apart.

Part 6 - 2,114. You open up about your past to Din.

Part 7 - 2,297. You experience a flashback before waking up in an unfamiliar home.

Part 8 - 2,002. You bond with Kuiil while waiting for Din’s return.

Part 9 - 2,976. A promise is made before you leave to face your superiors.

Part 10 - 3,978. Neither you nor Din handle your capture well.

Part 11 - 3,511. Still imprisoned, you send a message to Din.

Part 12 - 4,704. You struggle to figure out Gideon’s goal.

Part 13 - 5,958. Ahsoka takes Din on a journey through the past.

Part 14 - 6,139. Escaping Gideon’s lair is no easy task.

Part 14.5 - 3,701. Din faces off against Gideon. And his own darkness.

Part 15 - 3,430. Your soul connects with Din’s in an unexpected way.

Part 16 - 3,321. You challenge Gideon to a fight, determined to be the victor.

Part 17 - 2,604. In which there are two special reunions.

Part 18 - 2,957. You and Ahsoka discuss past, current, and future events.

Part 19 - 980. Endings are hard.

Part 20 - Epilogue.

Fanart For Series: #1,  #2, #3, #4, #5

My Edits: #1

[cobbssecondbelt]

Hey hi can we explain what exactly were they thinking when they designed this magnet

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

INEVITABLE

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: language, mild self loathing, mentions of the slave trade

word count: 3,679

Summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words 'I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

a/n: The soulmate!AU won the poll (sort of, i know there's 8hrs left but i don't foresee the other competitors having an underdog moment here)! Happy 500/1000 followers celebration!! I'm thinking this will be less than 10 chapters, but it def will be more than the 3 I promised. B/c despite knowing I have no self control and learning from that I continue to make the same mistakes smh. Drabble ideas always turn into full length stories in my dumb head🤡 but I'm excited for this one.

01: UNSTOPPABLE FORCE MEETS IMMOVABLE OBJECT

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"a soulmate isn't someone who completes you. no, a soulmate is someone who inspires you to complete yourself. a soulmate is someone who loves you with so much conviction, and so much heart, that it is nearly impossible to doubt just how capable you are of becoming exactly who you have always wanted to be." ⏤ b.s.

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You weren’t sure what was worse: knowing for most of your life that you were destined for a life on the run, or knowing that the universe deemed your soulmate to be a bounty hunter. It was some cruel twist of fate, you supposed. The galaxy was bored and decided to entertain itself by creating the most ironic coupling of all time. Honestly, if you weren’t one half of the said coupling you’d probably find it funny.

The cantina you sat in was like any of the other thousand you had sat in before. Messy, loud, and filled with people you had no desire to speak to. This one was especially worse because it was situated in Cratertown on Jakku of all places. It was a scud cantina in a scud city on a scud planet. The only reason you were still here was because you were desperate⏤ desperately searching the entire galaxy for a person who may or may not exist. You just wished this mysterious figure hadn’t picked cantinas as their signature hideaway spot.

You tapped the table twice, and the server passed by to fill your drink once more. You shot them a grateful smile and thanked them. Despite having barely any credits left in your pocket, you’d have to leave the server a hefty tip. You’d been here hours now, and he had put up with you the entire time. With a grumble of annoyance, you pulled a crumpled paper out of your jacket’s inner pocket and began to scratch out the last cantina on this damned planet. Bad news, this was a bust. Good news, you’d never have to step foot on Jakku again. 

“I can bring you in warm,” A voice spoke from behind you, “or I can bring you in cold.”

There they were. The words imprinted on your left rib cage since you turned thirteen. 

If this wasn’t your twentieth time hearing it then you might be impressed.

You slowly turned in your chair, hands raised, and stood. Now, you faced the Trandoshan bounty hunter holding you at blaster point. He chuckled as if he had already won. You shook your head, feigning disappointment, “Would you really arrest your soulmate?”

The Trandoshan narrowed his eyes at you in confusion. “What?”

“Well,” You shrugged, “It’s bound to work and get me out of a mess one day.”

You kicked the chair forward causing it to slam into the bounty hunter’s legs. He stumbled, grunting in pain, and you grabbed his hand to twist the blaster in a direction that wasn’t your face. He tried to reach out to hit you with his other hand. Before he could land a blow, you tucked your boot under the chair and kicked it up so it slammed into the Trandoshan’s jaw. He fell back, the blaster coming loose in his hand so you could snatch it away, and then it was you holding him at blaster point. 

“First off, you bounty hunters need to get more creative with your opening line.” You said. The bounty hunter growled and began to sit up. “Second, I’ll give you only one opportunity to walk away with your life. It’s your choice⏤” He jumped up to lunge at you, and without blinking you fired his blaster into his chest three times. When his body lay on the cantina floor, twitching, you sighed and tossed the blaster to the ground. “You literally didn’t even let me finish my offer, you ass.”

You glanced around, dusting off your hands, and realized the entire cantina was staring at you. With an awkward chuckle, you raised a hand and offered a sheepish smile. “My bad. Sorry.”

Knowing it was past time for you to get the kriff out of here, you bent over and rifled through the Trandoshan’s jacket. You found the holopuck and rapidly blinking tracking fob⏤ tossing both into your pockets. Then you rose only to kneel down again and steal the man’s credits. You threw the entire bag of coins onto the table you were sitting at and waved at your server who stood behind the bar with wide eyes. It’s not like the bounty hunter needed them anymore.

Hopefully, you’d be done fighting bounty hunters for the night. As you stepped out into the chilly, desert night air you paused to scoop the tracking fob out. The holopuck you would keep to add to your growing collection, but the fob was better off destroyed. You slammed it into the side of the cantina and let the broken pieces fall into the sand.

Maybe the galaxy had actually done you a favor. You stopped believing in the magic of soulmates a long, long time ago. So fate choosing to make your supposed soulmate the worst kind of being who floated around the universe was the best deterrent you could think of.

Din Djarin wasn’t sure what was worse: knowing for most of his life that his soulmate was going to be a criminal of some kind, or knowing that it was going to be his job to bring you in. If he really thought about it, took the time to write out a pros and cons list, then he’d have to choose the former rather than the latter. Din didn’t like thinking about it for very long though because the thought that fate deemed him the kind of person only worthy of love from someone who had done something to make them deserving of a bounty was a bit depressing. For the longest time, Din liked to pretend that maybe it was all some kind of misunderstanding. Maybe you were an Empire bounty and the reason you were wanted was because you fought against some Imps. It wasn’t a solid theory because he had only picked up a bounty for the Empire once and it had been Grogu’s. Din didn’t plan on picking up an Empire bounty ever again⏤ not that they’d want him to considering his history with Moff Gideon and the absolute pain he’s caused them since finding Grogu. 

That didn’t leave Din with many better options.

For the longest time, Din had been nervous before a hunt. What if this was the time he ran into the person fate chose for him? After a while, he grew a bit numb to it. Hardened. The longer he worked as a bounty hunter the more okay he was with being on his own. The thought of having to care for a soulmate exhausted him. Din started to hope he’d find you just so he could be rid of the entire situation. After Grogu came into his life, he realized what a lonely existence he had backed himself into. Things changed then, but having a foundling⏤ having a clan⏤ was more than he had ever hoped for in life.

Now, Din just ignored the words carved into the skin overlying his left rib cage.

“Patu.” Grogu cooed from the satchel hanging from his shoulder. Din glanced down to see the little boy trying to wiggle out to reach for a stand where a merchant was grilling some kind of meat. Din chuckled and paused long enough to buy two sticks. Grogu chirped happily when he handed both to the boy, and then he kept on his way.

Nevarro had certainly improved since the shoot out with Moff Gideon ages ago, and according to Karga it was only supposed to get better. Speaking of, he finally spotted the man standing in a plaza where⏤ Din paused and tilted his head. Even Grogu stopped eating to stare up at the statue. IG-11 was coated in bronze and stood tall in the middle of the plaza like decor.

“Ih.” Grogu chirped.

“Huh.” Din added. This was a new addition to Nevarro.

“Mando!” Karga cheered and he turned to greet the man who was dressed in ornamental robes. Din smirked to himself. It was good to see the power hadn’t gone to Karga’s head. “Welcome!” When Karga was close enough he held an arm out and Din didn't hesitate to clap his arm in a shake for greeting. “What brings you here?” Din didn’t respond and just tilted his head. “Right. Of course. How about we… handle these matters inside?”

Din motioned for the man to lead the way then followed. The building Karga led him into was just as ornamental and fancy as the robes he wore. Din once again had to resist the urge to laugh under his breath. They went all the way up to what he was assuming was Karga’s office.

“This is nice.” Din nodded.

“It is, isn’t it?” Karga dropped into his desk chair with arms outstretched. Din stayed silent and Karga’s grin and arms both fell. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

 Din shook his head, glad to have his helmet covering his wide grin and keeping his tone dry, “Mocking the Magistrate of Nevarro is beneath me.”

“High Magistrate.”

“Mhmm.” Karga waved his simple response away and dug through a drawer to find a few holopucks.

Din nodded toward them. “So, is it normal for the High Magistrate to still dabble in guild work?”

Karga shuffled through them. “Only sometimes, and only for my favorite hunters.” 

“Well, in that case, I’ll take the one that pays the most.”

“You always do.” Karga picked one puck out of the masses and activated it. A woman’s picture appeared and Din’s first thought was that you were pretty⏤ beautiful even. The High Magistrate said your name and Din wondered if he had heard it before. Something about it felt… familiar? No, that wasn’t it. Din shook his head. It hardly mattered. “She’s a tricky one, I should warn you. Many hunters have tried and failed, Mando. She works in the slave trade.”

Din huffed. That was proof that a pretty face wasn’t everything. No amount of good looks could wash away the sins of someone dealing in flesh. If Din had to pick a flavor of quarry he hated the most, it would be this kind.

The sound of laughter followed you down the ship’s ramp as you trailed out with a smile. The Mon Calamari crew you had managed to hitch a ride with gave you a hearty farewell, and when your feet hit the landing pad you spun to point at them with a smile of your own.

“Thanks for the ride, you guys! Stay safe, and keep Horchobua away from the spotchka,” You teased the navigator of the ship’s crew, “He was one bad round of sabacc away from owing me his first born.”

Another rowdy laugh from the crew, and the captain called back, “Stay out of trouble!”

“I always try!” You replied. It just never seemed to work.

The stars had aligned and luck was in your favor when you left Jakku. Circumstances that had startled you as it was far from the norm in your case. You had been able to get a lift from Jakku to Bespin. The city in the clouds that the Mon Calamari crew had dropped you off on was gorgeous. Though maybe you were that much more impressed since you were coming from a shitty desert world that made Tatooine look clean.

You readjusted the small cross body bag you wore over your jacket. The triangular shaped bag held literally everything you owned. A spare set of clothes, a cloth bag filled with a dozen holopucks, a datapad that only held a simple map on it, some toiletries, and a small, silver jewelry box you couldn’t get open. Everything else you owned was on your person. A simple, worn down shirt and pants that had seen better days. A thick jacket that you were able to strip on and off based on the weather⏤ though you usually kept it on since the back and arms had some armored padding. Boots that were close to falling off your feet from use. A metal dagger strapped to your right thigh, and a weapon tucked away into a shoulder holster under your jacket that you never used. It was a simple existence, but you didn’t mind it. Growing up with absolutely nothing to call your own, this was actually an example of you thriving. 

Over the last seven months, you had gotten very good at sniffing out cantinas. It was a gift. Some people could sing, some could paint, you could be dropped off into any city in the galaxy and you’d be able to find a cantina in under half an hour. It was a bit of an old talent to claim, but you’d take what you could get. When you stepped into the cantina, eyes drifted to stare at you. Unbothered by the attention, you winked at the closet patron and pressed in further. 

At the bar, you claimed the attention of the Twi’lek working today and ordered a drink. While he poured it, you leaned forward. “I’m looking for someone. A man named Reaper.” 

The bartender set your drink in front of you. His eyes darted to your neck before darting back up to your eyes. He shook his head. “No.” You tossed the right amount of credits on the bar along with a small tip. Before you could walk away, the Twi’lek stopped you. “Hey, that it?”

Rather than cause a scene, you tossed a few more credits on the bar and wandered away while the Twi’lek muttered in his native tongue behind you. You dropped down at a table in the back of the room which would give you a clear view of the entire space. Absentmindedly, your hand lifted to brush against the band of solid gold wrapped around your neck. Anytime people saw it they assumed you had more credits than you actually did. That wasn’t even the part that bothered you most. What you hated was the fact that the attention it drew made it very hard for you to forget about it.

You took a large swig of your drink and then leaned back in your seat to wait. The information you had included three facts. The informant you needed to find was called 'Reaper' which you personally thought was obnoxious. He was hiding away in a cantina every day for the same amount of hours waiting for customers. And, he would only offer you the information you wanted in exchange for information of equal value. You had the right kind of tip to trade, now you just needed to find the bastard.

For the first couple of hours, you just sipped on your drinks and people watched. It was how you killed time while in these cantinas waiting for a person who might not ever come. Right now, the bartender was hitting on a human woman who had absolutely no desire to reciprocate the action. Two Rhodians sat at the table beside you gossiping about work. The back booth had a Wookie, who you initially was concerned would be after you, but a Trandoshan had joined them and their interaction had all their attention on one another. Most, if not all, the patrons of this cantina were of the upstanding citizenship kind. The exact opposite of Jakku. In fact, you were the only armed person in the room. 

It was during that third hour that a new face wandered into the room. Though, calling this stranger a new face seemed redundant considering the helmet he wore left him faceless. A thrill went down your spine at the sight of him. Wow. Mandalorian. You had met a man in Tatooine who wore Mandalorian armor, but he told you it didn’t belong to him so you assumed that didn’t count.

This man was covered head to toe in polished, silver beskar armor. Seeing the rare metal made you realize why it was valuable. A cloak, shredded and torn at it’s end, hung from around his neck and you clocked every weapon you saw. Blaster on his hip. Incendiary grenades on his belt. Rifle shells on the bandolier across his chest and around his right calf⏤ though you saw no rifle. Vambrace with no visible weapon, but you’d garner a guess it hid one. Floating in behind him was a circular egg shaped pram. It was closed and you wondered what kind of dangerous tool he hid away in there.

The darkened, t-shape visor scanned the room and you realized it stopped right on you. What were the chances this dangerous looking Mandalorian, who wore a pair of binders on his belt next to the grenades, wasn’t here for you? 

You hadn’t been the only one to stop and stare at this towering man, and eyes seemed to follow him as he slowly crossed the room. Honestly, you were a bit insulted. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle. Did he think so little of you as a quarry? You knew you had a reputation. You had killed and escaped enough hunters to earn one. Yet, this bounty hunter didn’t hesitate while walking through a crowded room to arrest you. The absolute gall of this shiny Mandalorian.

He stopped right in front of your table⏤ a silent statue. You shifted on the bar stool and sat forward so your back wasn’t pressed against the wooden backing and the balls of your feet were planted on the floor. Your hand lifted out to your glass, and the Mandalorian reached for his blaster at the same time. You raised an eyebrow in question while slowly bringing the drink to your lips. As much as this last drink had cost you, you weren’t about to let a drop go to waste. The Mandalorian continued to stand stiff as his hand rested on his still holstered blaster.

Then came the words.

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” 

The Mandalorian’s hoarse voice drifted through a modulator and you felt the hairs at the back of your neck rise in response. It was silly what this man’s voice alone had done. A whisper at the back of your mind said this was different. This was not the same as every other encounter you had with those words. Your stomach churned nervously. Fear clawing its way up into your chest. Please, no. Maker, no, no. Not now. Don’t let this be the moment. 

“Would you really arrest your soulmate?” You replied, and you hated how the words came out hushed and quiet rather than confident and bold like you usually said them. The Mandalorian didn’t flinch. He didn’t do anything. The fear began to diminish and you let out a sigh of relief. Thank the Maker. He wasn’t your soulmate⏤ he was just an intimidating Mandalorian with a very attractive voice. You knew how to deal with that. Pasting a smirk on your lips, you shrugged. “You scared me for a second there, Mandalorian.”

You shoved the table forward, as hard as you could, while leaping up. It slammed into the man’s abdomen right below where his beskar chest plate provided protection. A grunt of pain left him as he doubled over, and you quickly grabbed the bar stool you sat on and swung it around to hit the Mandalorian. It made contact with his shoulder’s pauldron and helmet. The bar stool exploded into shards of wood⏤ losing it’s battle against the beskar⏤ but it succeeded in knocking the man to the ground. Without missing a beat, you sprinted for the door and then out into the night air. Based on that interaction, Mandalorians weren’t nearly as tough as the rumors stated, but, unlike him, you weren’t going to underestimate your opponent.

You didn’t slow your pace, slipping in and out of darkened alleys, and breathed a sigh of relief.

That had been close.

The pram floated closer, doors open, and Grogu leaned out to stare down at him in question, “Buir?”

Din laid on his back staring up at the ceiling in shock. ‘Would you really arrest your soulmate?’ Dank farrik. Shit. He let every single other curse word he knew ring through his mind and still it wasn’t enough. Soulmate. He found his soulmate. Din had a bad feeling the moment he stepped into the cantina and spotted you sitting at a table alone. The bounty puck didn’t do you justice, and Din had felt drawn in by your magnetic gaze. It only got worse when he got closer. He should’ve taken that as a hint and left⏤ called Karga from hyperspace and let the man know that he was turning down the bounty.

But, no. Din made the egregious mistake of speaking to you, and his punishment had been your timid response. Your voice was quiet, and it felt like a soft caress. An intimate whisper. In moments of weakness, he always wondered what those words would sound like, but he never imagined what fate actually gave him. Din had been starstruck. Face bright red in warmth yet frozen in disbelief as his mind reeled for an answer. 

You spoke once more, this time voice filled with confidence that matched the smirk you suddenly adorned, and before he could even register your words you were attacking him. If anybody Din knew had seen the fight⏤ if it could even be called that⏤ he’d have to hang up his armor and die in shame. It was embarrassing how easily you bested him with a table and bar stool, and if you hadn’t caught him so off guard it never would've happened. 

Grogu had hopped out of his pram and now stood on Din’s chest so his small, green hand could repeatedly pat his helmet in question. Technically, his son had seen that display, and for the first time he was glad Grogu wasn’t fluent in Basic.

“Yeah, ad’ika.” Din groaned. “I’m okay.”

He rolled to sit up and realized the entire room was still staring at him. Din rose stiffly and set Grogu back into his pram. Awkwardly, he gave the room a small wave and cleared his throat. “Sorry.” For good measure, he tossed a few credits on the table that had knocked the wind from him and made his leave. Din paused outside the cantina and opened his mouth to heave an annoyed sigh, a curse slipped out with it, “Dank farrik.”

Din Djarin had found his soulmate.

Well, fuck.

mando'a translations:

ad'ika: little one /// buir: parent (father)

taglist: @onceinamando @hrtsforpascal @lil-dragon-draws @harriedandharassed @aheadfullofsteverogers @elfamosotoga @the-anchored-sailor-girl

(i've decided to start a separate list for this story b/c i just can't bring myself to post the AFS taglist in fear that someone on there doesn't want me spamming them with this story sorry i have anxiety lol)

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[larkoneironaut]

🪐 Everything and more 🐚

My OC Elikai Vidis from my Din Djarin romance fic Beyond Beskar on AO3

[chiriwritesstuff]

The Impossible Man ✨ Masterlist ✨

Modern Day Detective! Din Djarin x Witch! Reader (Soulmates! AU)

Rating: E, MDNI 18+, Minors (please) Do Not Interact

Series Warnings: Magical realism, allusions to grief, reader's character is cursed, (some) men are trash, eventual smut, the reader goes THROUGH IT (anxiety, depression, grief), soft boi Din Djarin, mentions of death, mentions of being cursed, suicidal ideation, allusions to domestic violence, implied magical usage against people (who deserve it).

Summary: For someone being born into a magical family, a curse placed on the women of your bloodline means you have mostly avoided witchcraft and its calling for the majority of your life. After a life-altering tragedy, you turn your back on your family and your gift and seek out a more normal, boring existence, devoid of magic, and mostly, of love. What happens when the ghosts of your past threaten your peaceful existence and you are forced to reconcile all that you have lost? Will you let the people you have abandoned in your past life back into your heart? Will the appearance of an impossible man you have unknowingly cursed yourself break the chains of love? Will you let him?

A/N: A ✨ Practical Magic ✨ Retelling, with our favorite space boy Din Djarin.

Banner/Graphic: @chiriwritesstuff ✨ Dividers: @saradika

Chapters:

The Deathwatch Beetle 3.2K

A Case of You 8.7K

The Storybook Lady 3.7K

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[foggysirens]

a lot of the time when i think about dinluke and the dynamic that makes their relationship so special i always end up coming back to the idea of reaching out and finally having someone reach back. a call and a response. because din and like are two characters who always have a lot to lose and do- they lose those they care about time and time again. they lose battles and loves and entire planets. they call for help only to make matters worse. the win just to be alone again. and from there- from these vastly different yet achingly similar places of grief and duty they find solace in their work and religions and in the solitary paths they clear for themselves. bittersweet but not awful. fulfilling but nothing deep and exciting and worthwhile like what they once had. because there is no use in building something when chances are it will be torn down again. but then something changes. they meet and it’s not love at first sight. it’s professional, stilted conversations tinged with more pain and misunderstandings still. it’s the slow growing comfort and companionship. it’s the sudden realization that the other half of their soul has been found. that when trouble strikes, when bloodshed and battle inevitably end up on their doorstep- there will be no loss, no more choices, no leaving afterwards without the promise of coming back. just the steadfast and sure understanding that din and luke are a team. they have each other. and it’s messy and they fight and they see the world in their own ways- but it’s done together. two hands finding one another in the dark. searching and finding. an anchor. home. they hold onto each other, time and space and distance aren’t things that matter. they don’t let go.

[backtothefanfiction]

IT’S COMING!!!!

To mark reaching 600 of you following me now, I’ve decided to come back to this and get it done and out there finally!!!

I Will Always Find You will be 7 interconnected short stories playing on the idea of reincarnation with some of the Pedro and Oscar boys. I was originally going to do this a few years ago with each “lifetime” being a full fleshed out story but I just could never dedicate the time to do it. Instead I’m going to try and do them like my late night one shots so the event of the story is the pinnacle of that lifetime and in a way I can reference the other things that would have happened so you can still have an idea of what the whole stories would have been.

I am going to write these out and then choose 1 week in November to post all the stories 1 per day, Monday to Sunday. Below you can find the full list of characters and story themes. Please put in writing on this post if you want to be tagged!

Monday- Oberyn’s story

Tuesday - Poe Dameron & Din Djarin (Western Au)

Wednesday - Agent Whisky (60s Secret Agent Au)

Thursday - Blue Jones (Part 2 of 60s Au)

Friday - Javier Peña

Saturday - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia & Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales

Sunday - Marcus Moreno

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Once again, thank you so much for 600!!! You guys are amazing!!!!

[mccn-bcys]

thank you for the tag @spacecowboyhotch ❤️ rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

1. Just A Touch Of Your Hand

this fic is actually my first multi-part fic. it didn't start out meaning to be multi part but it is and I'm actually very proud of it. it's angst but also so fluffy and I love it.

2. First Date

my first javi peña fic. I love this one a lot actually. it took me literal months trying to get it just right. I adore nervous javi and I wanted to showcase him.

3. Final Arcade Token

I think this was my first moon knight fic. it's cute little marc fic, tiny bit of angst but super fluffy. it's super cute I love it so much

4. Hold My Hand

my first din djarin fic. I was nervous writing this one but it's actually pretty good! it's super cute, we see din being in love (as he should be)

5. Sensual Pleasure

this one was for a fic exchange with the girls in the marc's queens server. this one also took me a little while to write but finally the right idea struck me. I adore steven grant and he's so cute in this one.

no pressure tags: @luvpedropascal @marshmallow--3 @marc-spectorr @romanarose @leh2393 @bibli0thecary

[starwars-rosesofrebels]

Pinterest is my go to go app and I have a whole board dedicated to Star Wars!

Scrolling down along I started seeing mood board aesthetics and it got me inspired to do three of my favourite highly underrated star wars character, Omera ✨

This one's my personal fav!

Then we have one that's based on her look with her hair and her wellies

This one however is more centered on the side of her that is briefly shown and teased. The rebel strong side, which is why I need her backstory. I'll make loads more of these if/ when we get her backstory.

I love Omera incredibly. She's a regular girl on a peaceful planet doing her daily thing but she also knows how to defend herself and fight for her people. He personality is down to earth and humble even when she knows how to shoot and probably has a meaningful maybe tragic past she still is kind to others. Especially Din - she doesn't judge him at all nor taunt him. She full on accepts him and his choices without a doubt. Her vibe, her energy suits Din Djarin's so much. They're practically soulmates.

I really really hope David Filoni and John Favreau decide to bring her back to show us her backstory and show that they can be together. Besides love is all about sacrifices and comprises too 💖

[lesbiankryze]

when bo saved din’s life, he saved hers too

[padawansuggest]

"Bo-Katan should eat out Din" You are so g#damn right and you should say it

I’ll say it louder for those in the back: HER TONGUE SHOULD BE SO FAR UP HIS BUSSY HE’S CRYING thank you

[wxckedwxrld]

Imagines

• Harry Potter

• law & order: svu

• marvel

• narcos

• narnia

• peaky blinders

• riverdale

• 7ds

• Star Wars

• Stranger Things

• Supernatural

• celebrities

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

INEVITABLE [3]

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: language, mentions of the slave trade, canon violence, blood and injuries, PTSD flashback, mention of torture

word count: 6,183

Summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

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03: CALL IT FATE, DESTINY, CALL IT LUCK

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"luck is my middle name. mind you, my first name is Bad."

⏤terry pratchett

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Every blow to his body made you flinch as if you had been hit yourself. Blood splattered into the air, raining down into the already formed pool, and your cries of desperation had morphed into moans of mourning. Rough fingers dug into your cheeks holding you in place and keeping you from turning away from the assault. Lips pressed against the shell of your ear. Poisonous words hissed out in a voice that made your blood run cold.

‘No, no. You keep watching. I want to make sure this lesson sticks. I want to make sure you know who you belong to.’

You startled awake with a gasp⏤ eyes wide and searching for Viktor. His cruel, cold laugh lingering at the back of your mind. But, he was nowhere to be seen. You weren’t in his palace. The cockpit surrounding you was silent. The lines of hyperspace casting a soft, blue light on everything it touched. The Mandalorian. A breath of relief left you as you sunk in your seat. You were safe. Well, maybe not safe. You didn’t exactly trust your new captor. 

The room was empty save for you and as you sat up you realized the binders were gone from your wrists. Now, you trusted Mando even less. Who in their right mind captures a bounty and then leaves them unrestricted in their ship’s cockpit? You jumped up, staying quiet, and stepped over to glance over the blinking control panel. You were no pilot, but you knew the basics in case of emergency⏤ not that you’d ever put those skills to the test. How hard could it be? You pressed a button and when nothing happened you hit it twice more.

“It’s locked.”

You cried out in surprise and spun. Mando had climbed up the ladder right outside the open cockpit door but he only rose enough to rest his arm on the floor. You set a hand to your chest to try and calm your racing heart. “Maker, bucket head. You’re quiet.”

“You’re not.” He replied, then tilted his head. “Come down.”

Mando disappeared from view and you huffed in annoyance at how cool and collected the guy seemed. You rushed forward, sliding down the ladder, and when your boots hit the floor you spun to give him a piece of your mind⏤ determined to get under his skin. However, your eyes landed on the small, green child sitting on top of a crate now staring at you while his father rummaged through a weapons locker. Mando shifted enough that you were able to see your firearm hanging in the locker.

“Hey, that’s mine.” You barked. You had only gotten a step closer when Mando turned around and hit a button on his vambrace to close the doors. The tell tale sound of a lock being clicked into place. “Give it back.”

“Why do you only have one slug?” Mando asked.

“Why did you take off my binders?” You countered. It wasn’t something you expected to be answered, you just wanted to answer his question with a question.

The man shrugged. “You looked uncomfortable.” You blinked in surprise. “Where did you get the slugthrower?”

“It was…” His first answer had caught you so off guard that you nearly answered his own without thought. You caught yourself at the last minute and shook your head. “I found it at the bottom of a cereal box. I’m trying to collect the whole set.”

Mando sighed irritably and you took that as a victory. Although as great as it felt annoying Mando and getting a rise out of him, you realized that these moments you called ‘victories’ could possibly add up until the Manalorian snapped and murdered you. This scenario was like any other involving a bounty hunter. You had a person to escape from, and though it was a bit unconventional than your usual situation, you were nothing if not flexible.

“Alright Mando,” You crossed your arms and placed emphasis on the name he told you to call him, “What do you want?” He tilted his head and you shrugged. “Everybody wants something. What’s your price? What do I have to pay to get you to crush my fob and taxi me to Corellia?”

“Corellia?”

“It’s next on my list.”

“Why are you⏤”

You forced a frustrated laugh. “Why does it matter? Just tell me what you want and I’ll⏤”

“I already told you, I want answers.” He replied sharply. A soft coo came from the child, and Mando drifted closer to you. “I want to know who you are. I need to know.”

It was confusing as to why he seemed so desperate for something that had nothing to do with him. You rolled through the facts you had gathered. If rumors were true, Mandalorians were all about honor. You had saved his son⏤ sort of. He could’ve done it himself with that jetpack, but you hoped the intention was enough in this case. He didn’t shove you in carbonite, he let you sleep in his cockpit, removed the binders… Even now, he made no move to detain you. Did the Mandalorian want to help you? Was that it? Maybe he wanted to help you, to settle any debt he thought he may owe you, but he wanted to know he wasn’t aiding the scum of the galaxy. 

“You’re not a slave trader.” Mando said. He nodded in your direction, “Not with that collar.”

Your eyes widened, hand shooting up to touch the metal welded around your neck, and gaped, “How… You don’t know that.” You pushed the words out firmly. Nobody assumed the gold choker was what it truly was. “It’s a necklace, bucket head. You⏤”

“No, it’s not.” He replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Not with those scars. Nobody claws at a necklace.” 

Mando’s words were jarring. It would’ve been easier to handle him just punching your lights out. There was a slight tremble in your hands and you forced them into fists at your side to compensate. How had he even noticed? Nobody looked close enough to puzzle that out. They saw gold and assumed wealth. Any normal slave’s collar was made of scrap parts. Plus, Viktor had ensured that most of the marks you left had been healed properly. The only ones who hadn’t just lingered right under the band itself.

“Fine.” You forced all your emotions into the back of your head, out of the light, where it wouldn’t been seen or felt. You absolutely hated that this man was able to so easily get under your skin.“I’m a slave seeking revenge, Mando. Searching the galaxy for the man who used to own me so I can put a slug in his head.” He remained a statue as always. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“If it’s the truth, then yes.”

“Well, it is.” Sort of. More or less. That was the quick description of your mission, at least.

“Then why are you visiting cantinas? I can’t imagine a slave trader who is rich enough to decorate his slaves in gold would be hanging around the places you’re searching.”

Again, the Mandalorian wasn’t wrong. Viktor would never set foot in a public cantina, and you knew exactly where he was. Canto Bight. The issue was, in order to get to him you needed to find the ‘Reaper’ for information. Otherwise you’d never get close enough to pull the trigger.

“You’re right.” You said slowly.

Mando tilted his head. “Then who are you looking for?”

“A guy.”

“That’s vague.”

“Yeah,” You snorted, “It’s almost as if I’m being vague on purpose to avoid connecting to you in any way. Funny, huh?”

The cargo hold was filled with an uncomfortable silence. You couldn’t see the Mandalorian’s eyes, but you could feel his heavy gaze cutting straight through you. Growing up the way you did, born from a slave and raised with only one destiny for yourself, you had gotten used to being seen but not acknowledged. The places you worked equated you to a house plant or a piece of furniture.

Then Viktor saw you. He saw you. And the words scrawled on your ribs made you precious to him. He got some sick kick out of owning something fated to another. You joined a collection of others and you were no longer a piece of furniture to be ignored, but rather you were a trophy. An item to be seen and not touched. Admired but not connected to. As Mando guessed, Viktor dressed you in gold and flaunted you to every ne'er do well who visited him. That was your life for years, and it hadn’t changed until six months ago.

Six months ago you ran and your face decorated bounty pucks all over the galaxy, but you felt invisible. Nobody, save for a bounty hunter here or there, sought you out. You were a stranger on the street, a random face in the crowd, and you could live with that. It was better than the alternative.

Right now though? Standing in front of the Mandalorian you felt seen. Mando was actively seeing you at this moment, taking in details nobody had noticed before, and it unnerved you. He wasn’t looking at you like house decor or a trophy. He wasn’t looking at you like you were his next pay day like the other hunters had. Mando was treating you like another living soul and it bothered you that the sensation felt so foreign. How could a man who hid behind a wall of metal see you so clearly?

“If I told you that you could trust me,” Mando said slowly, hesitantly, “Would you believe me?”

“No. But it’s cute that you asked.”

Mando took a step toward you and your confidence faltered. You stumbled back a half step and spat a curse at yourself in your head. If he noticed your slip up, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he heaved a sigh. “I’ll take you to Corellia, with the promise of safe passage, on one condition.” You nodded. “When I drop you off, you don’t contact me again. This? This never happened. We never met. I’ll crush your fob and tell the guild you weren’t worth my time.”

You snorted in amusement. “Deal. That’s a win-win situation for me, bucket head.”

Maybe you weren’t the unluckiest son of a bitch on this side of the galaxy.

Din was tiptoeing through a minefield. And, the only person he had to blame for being stuck here was himself. He shouldn’t have kept you on the ship. Kriff, he shouldn’t have brought you on in the first place. Din should’ve shot you a quick ‘thanks for the help’ and left you behind in Bespin. But, no. Like the karking idiot he was, he brought you along and worse he spoke to you.

There was still a lot he didn’t know. He’d be foolish to think otherwise, but he felt a tinge of truth with your admittance a day earlier. For years, for most of his life, he cursed his soulmark and he loathed the idea of ever meeting his criminal soulmate. Now, he knew differently. Not a criminal, just a person seeking vengeance. Din was aware that a bulk of the galaxy would still consider someone with plans of homicide to be a criminal, but from where he sat Din could hardly judge. He was by no means a good man, without sin, and he had very recent memories of mowing down Imperial after Imperial for the sake of his son. So, your half truth didn’t shock him or fill him with disgust.

No, what Din felt disgusted over was the knowledge that his soulmate had been wronged. The word ‘wronged’ didn’t even begin to cover the atrocity you must have endured. His soulmate. You had been a slave, treated as such by society and owned by some bastard, and that made every single molecule of his body vibrate with rage. 

Mandalorians' belief in soulmates was by no means unique. They were very much like the rest of the galaxy in their reverence for the words. Maybe the one trait Mandalorians shared with the majority.

However, Aq Vetina was different. The culture nearly worshiped the concept of soulmates⏤ saw it as a true blessing and treated it as such. Din didn’t have a lot of memories of his home world. Didn’t have a lot of memories of his parents either. The memories he did have though he treasured, and one of the more prominent ones was this: his parents were soulmates. The reality of soulmarks was more dim than most would like to believe. Soulmates didn’t always end up together. For hundreds of different variables, but just because fate had scrawled words on a person’s skin didn’t mean it guaranteed them a happy ending.

His parents adored one another. Din remembered that. He grew up in a house filled and overflowing with love. An emotion as strong as that wasn’t easily forgotten. Hell, it felt like it was ingrained into his own soul. Tangled with his DNA. When Din lost his parents, he lost everything. Including his culture. The one comfort Din always took was who his soulmate would be. He knew he’d have a soulmark once he hit puberty, with both parents bearing it the chances of him not having one was incredibly low, and though it bothered him his parents would never see his mark he’d still take comfort in it. Just as every man from Aq Vetina before him, just as his father had, he’d find his soulmate and shower them with every ounce of love and adoration he could squeeze from his being. Din would find his soulmate and he would have a family once more. He’d have that love again.

There was no doubt of the love and care his Mandalorian buir and teacher had for him. Din owed the man everything. But the love was different. Not worse, not better, but different.

When his words formed on his skin, Din had never felt such joy and had never felt it turn sour so quickly. It was why the insult of who he thought his soulmate would be stung even worse. It felt like the last bit of his culture, the last shred of his parents he had left, was being taken. Insulted. Spat on. He spent years after convincing himself that a soulmate wouldn’t be worth his time and he was better on his own. Din didn’t seek relationships beyond flings and one night stands across the galaxy because any relationship would be a sad ghost in comparison to the memory of what his parents had. A reminder of what fate took from him.

Now, he sat in the same ship as his soulmate and it felt like so many of his years were wasted on an assumption.

Din was angry that his first words to you were a threat.

He was angry you grew up with that on your skin.

He was angry the mystery and excitement of having a soulmate had been taken from you as well.

He was angry you were treated as lesser than by the people surrounding you.

He was angry that someone had the audacity to put a collar around your neck.

Din was fucking angry.

It burned through his veins and had him seeing red. He was no stranger to anger, but this was overwhelming. And, the worst of it, the thing that made him burn alive from the inside out was the anger he had for himself.

Din never sought you out. He mentally and emotionally tossed you aside without even an attempt to understand. Din gave up on you. His soulmate.

The only thing keeping him from exploding and destroying everything in his radius was the depressing and mellowing thought of his father. His father would be so disappointed in him. His mother would be so disappointed in him. His buir would be disappointed in him. 

Din’s spiraling mind tried to comfort itself. It told him that he was doing better now. He knew better now. He was going to get you to where you needed to go and tell Karga to drop the bounty. He’d separate himself from you and then he’d never have to think of you again. You’d be better off without him. All those thoughts only worsened his shame.

What else could he do? It wasn’t just a thought. It was a prayer to the universe, to fate who got them stuck like this to begin with. What else could he do? Din wasn’t the wide eyed little boy starstruck at the notion of a soulmate anymore. The years had changed him into someone that didn’t deserve that. That left him pleading as he sat in the cockpit fuming silently. What else could he do?

The answer given to him was the sound of your feet climbing the ladder to meet him. He huffed out a quiet sigh and when you entered his peripherals he questioned your presence, more gruff than he intended, “What?”

“Maker, relax.” You dropped into the passenger seat with a scoff. Din cursed himself. Again. “Your kid fell asleep downstairs and I’m not desperate enough to start talking to your walls.” He stayed silent and you let out a chuckle. “Although, maybe your walls would be a better conversationalist.”

“You should sleep.” Din replied. It was his best case scenario right now.

“Not tired.” You slouched in your seat, finding a comfortable spot, “So what’s your kid’s deal? You have a mid-life crisis and find the closest kid to adopt?”

You were annoying. You never shut up. Din liked the sound of your voice way too much.

“No.”

“Then how’d you end up with him?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s still two days until we reach Corellia.”

Din shouldn’t answer. The less he knew about you, and the less you knew about him, the better. He should keep his mouth shut, get you to the world you wanted, and speed away as fast as he could. Travel to the clear other side of the galaxy. He knew all of this, and yet his mouth opened. “He was a bounty.”

Fuck.

“Seriously?” You chuckled. “Why would there be a bounty on a kid?”

“It’s hard to explain.” And Din really didn’t want to. “Empire wanted him.”

You hummed and he was caught off guard when you didn’t ask any further questions on his vague statement. He was surprised further when you chuckled, “Good for you.”

Din turned in his seat to look at you. “I turned him in.”

“And then obviously went back for him, I’m guessing. Since he’s, you know, here.”

“That doesn’t change what I did⏤”

“We’re all assholes and it’s human nature that the first thing our brains think to do, our instinct, is sometimes selfish and stupid. It happens.” You said without missing a beat. “The only thing that matters at the end of the day is if you’re willing to fix what you fucked up and the conscious decision you make from there.” Din could only stare at you in response as your words rolled around in his head. You said it so simply, like an offhand comment or passing thought, but it felt so profound to him. You shrugged. “I know, I know. I can be inspirational sometimes. It happens.”

Din found his lips twitching up into a small smile and he forced himself to look away. The only safe spot to stare was the control panel. You stayed silent and Din realized that if he focused hard enough he could see your reflection in the glass panel that sat in front of you. Without any attention on you, without the business of a conversation, Din watched your features soften. There was a melancholy in your gaze that stirred something in his chest. 

“I can…” Din began and your eyes darted to look his way while he stayed facing forward, “I can remove that for you.”

“Huh?”

Din spun in his chair so he faced you, and he motioned to your neck where that damned collar sat. “That. I can remove it. If you’d like.”

Your eyes widened marginally and the surprise dissipated as quickly as it came. You shook your head. “No. I don’t want it off.”

“You don’t…” Din tilted his head in confusion. “Why wouldn’t you want it off?”

“It’s a story for another day.” You mumbled.

“But, I don’t understand.” Din blurted before he could reign it back. Never, ever would anybody in the entire galaxy claim him to be the nosy type of person. Din kept to himself and expected others to respect him in that same way. Silence never bothered him. Yet, that same sensation that stirred in his chest, urged him to learn more. It was the most unfamiliar feeling he’s ever had.

You shook your head. “You never take your armor off, right? Even when it’d be more comfortable to shed it all?”

“My armor is not the same as a slave collar.” Din bristled.

“You wear your armor because it stands for something. It represents a part of you, and carries a belief.” You replied sharply. “Right now, this collar serves the exact same purpose for me.  So, no, I don’t see a difference.”

Din leaned back and found himself speechless. That was all true of his armor, but he couldn’t fathom a person feeling similarly to the kind of metal soldered to your neck. He cleared his throat and leaned forward on his elbows. “I chose to wear this armor. I put it on willingly.”

“Who says I didn’t choose to put this collar on? Who said I wasn’t willing?” You replied and Din found himself floored again. The melancholy in your eyes hardened and turned to something sharp, mean, and cold. “You can find a sense of protection, of belonging, and what once brought you comfort can just as easily turn into a prison.” You stood up abruptly and Din’s gaze followed you. You motioned to him, “Are you telling me that beskar never feels like a prison?”

You turned on your heel and left. Din didn’t understand how easily you were able to spin him in place. The question you left him with felt like a blow to the chest. Din stiffened in his seat and shook his head. He needed to get you off this ship as quickly as he could.

“You’re kind of a weird kid, you know that?” You were laying on your stomach in the cargo hold, kicking your legs in the air, while leaning on one fist. The child, Grogu, sat in front of you munching on a ration bar that you had scavenged for him in all the the Mandalorian’s supply. You hadn’t asked permission, but you figured Mando couldn’t be upset at you for feeding his child. “Not because you’re green with giant ears. I have no issue with that.” You continued. “You’re just an oddball. In a good way, I mean.”

The boy babbled between bites and you nodded your head as he spoke.

“Mhmm.” You agreed to whatever he was saying. “Yeah. Yeah. Tell me about it.”

Three days on this ship with the Mandalorian and his son hadn’t been the worst thing in the galaxy. You were fed, you had a place to sleep, and the walking tin can hadn’t murdered you. It had been a while since you came away with this many wins back to back. The last bit of real tension you dealt with was when Mando offered to take the golden band around your neck off. You hadn’t meant to take it so personal or make it personal back. You must have seriously pissed the guy off though because since then he had maybe only spoken a total of ten words to you. Even when you tried to egg him into an argument. You found you missed talking to him which meant you must have been more desperate for interaction than you thought. Why else would you crave to hear his voice? 

You could always apologize for comparing his armor to your collar. The dig had been a guess. An attempt to get under his skin as he had gotten under yours. You pushed yourself up off the floor to sit criss cross and your hand drifted to the gold band around your neck. It’d be nice to have it off, but you couldn’t yet. Not until you dealt with Viktor. For now, you would just have to daydream about the day you’d walk around with a bare neck.

“I’m sorry.”

The sound of the modulated voice had you whip around in surprise, eyes wide and heart racing. Mando was leaning against the wall behind you. He must have come from the kitchen area or fresher, but considering you thought he had been up in the cockpit it really caught you off guard.

“Maker, how are you that silent? You’re basically covered in pots and pans.”

“Practice.” Mando shrugged. His hands were resting on his belt. “I’m sorry about,” He paused and nodded toward you, “you know.”

Your hand fell from your neck. “Why are you apologizing? That was like 48 hours ago.”

“We’ll be landing in Coreilla soon. It’s now or never.”

“Okay.” You mumbled. It surprised you again when the child waddled from around you and crawled into your lap. You scratched his head while he continued to eat. “I’m sorry too then. I didn’t have to drag your armor into it.”

“You weren’t wrong.”

Your eyes widened at his admission, and you weren’t quite sure what to do with it. There was an energy between you and the Mandalorian you couldn’t quite explain. The close quarters made you naturally want to bond, but from experience you knew that was a poor plan. Plus, Mando didn’t seem all that interested in starting up any kind of friendship. Which made sense. You’d be out of his life soon enough. You just wondered if you had gone too long without any real social interaction. Back when you were with Viktor, he had others in his collection that you had grown close to⏤ like sisters. You missed being social.

Before you could think of a bridging conversation, Mando pushed off the wall and climbed up into the cockpit. You blew out a breath of air as soon as he was out of view then glanced down at the kid in your lap.

“Why is your dad so hard to talk to?” You asked. “I can talk to anyone and anything, but that beskar may as well be a wall.” Grogu babbled another string of nonsense and you nodded. “Yeah, I mean he probably doesn’t make a habit of befriending quarries, huh?”

It was fine. It didn’t matter.

And, a few hours later when the ship was landed on the tarmac and the ramp was lowering you repeated those phrases to yourself again. 

“Well, uh, thanks.” You nodded. Mando had given you back your weapons and he now stood inside the cargo hold with his son in his arms while you drifted down the ramp. You paused at the bottom. “It’s been fun, bucket head.”

Mando didn’t reply, but Grogu did offer you a wave which you cheerily returned. With one last nod, and a mocking salute, you spun on your heel and began to tread away. You had only gotten a few feet from the ship when you heard Mando call out after you. The sound of his voice calling out your name grinding your feet to a halt.

“Just…Be careful.” Mando said tensely. 

“I always try.” You replied with a grin and a shrug.

As you continued to leave, your stomach churned in discomfort. The Corellia shipyard was dreary and gray which could sour anyone’s mood. When you reached the gates, the overwhelming urge to look back slammed into you. In fact, you nearly turned on instinct alone. A moment of weakness born from a desperation to connect to someone again. Shoving it as deep down into yourself as you could, burying it with the bloody memories and traumas in the graveyard of your mind, you pushed forward deeper into the city of Corellia. 

It took you only ten minutes to travel through the city and find the first cantina of many. By time you arrived thoughts of the Mandalorian had been successfully shelved and you were seriously craving a strong drink. The bartender was kind and cheerful, the opposite of how this city of Corellia looked, and after he poured you a drink you drifted to a back table. 

You decided this was going to be your least favorite world. Even in comparison with Jakku. Never before had entering a city filled you with such dread and distaste. Like a cloud of darkness had rolled over your mind to match the stormy clouds above the city itself. You were honestly just in shock that there could be a place worse than Jakku. That rolled into the realization that the galaxy was a big place and you still had a lot of ground to cover. There was a chance you had yet to see the worst this universe had to offer. That only worsened your misery.

Something solid, something you unfortunately recognized as the end of a blaster, pressed against your spine. “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.”

Fate just couldn’t give you a fucking break could it?

With a sigh, you turned around and began to mumble your usual spiel, “Would you really arrest your⏤” The words died in your mouth as your eyes landed on the man standing behind you. A Nikto wearing a grin filled only with malice and eyes that shone with rage. One who gripped the blaster tight in one hand while his other hung loosely at his side with three missing fingers. You grimaced, “Oh, my luck can’t possibly be this bad…”

Din was pacing the cargo hold while Grogu watched him curiously from the cot. Already he had climbed up to the cockpit just to immediately come down twice. He wanted to leave this kriffing planet. Why couldn’t he leave this kriffing planet? He mumbled a string of curses after the rhetoric question. Of course he knew why. 

“This is a bad idea.” Din scoffed aloud. Grogu chirped and his feet came to a stop so he could stare at the kid. His son. Saving Grogu had been a bad idea too. A life changing one at that. That didn’t make it any less important that he went through with the rescue. Din had gambled, taken a chance, and his pay out had been worth more than he could’ve ever imagined. Could he take a gamble on you?

Considering how quickly he had given up on you years prior, taking a gamble was the least he could do.

Din sighed and grabbed his satchel to place Grogu in before hurrying off the ship. He didn’t have a plan. Then again, he rarely did. What would he say to you? Admit that he was your soulmate? Din probably should have done that three days ago. But with the way you had blown off the idea of soulmates, he had a high suspicion that telling you the truth would only worsen the situation. Besides, he was not interested in exploring the soulmate relationship further. Din didn’t deserve that. What he could do, what he owed you, was help in your mission. If he told you the truth, you wouldn’t let him help. If he kept it to himself, then maybe he could help you meet your goals and put you on a path to a better life. One you deserved.

There. Plan made.

Din knew he needed to find a cantina but he wasn’t sure which you’d be in since there were a few in this city. He picked the closest one and hoped for the best. 

The hand knotted in your hair roughly threw you back to the asphalt ground of the alley behind the cantina. You landed on your back, the air briefly leaving you, and you stared up at Nivor. With a wince, you spoke, “You know, for only having two fingers you got a pretty tight grip.”

A boot slammed into the side of your rib cage before Nivor knelt down and pressed his knee against your sternum. Your hands reached out to claw at him, shove him off, but he grabbed your wrists with his one good hand and pinned it to the ground above your head.

“You always have something to say.” Nivor spat. “Don’t know why Viktor liked you so much.”

“You and me both.” You replied.

He applied more pressure to your chest with his knee and you clenched your teeth to bite back a moan. Nivor chuckled, “He wants you back.”

“I’m aware.” You snapped, breathless.

“Told him I’d bring you back, but I don’t think he’d mind a few missing pieces.”

“Wrong.” You glared up at him. “You bring me back less than whole and he’ll rip your head off.”

Nivor shook his head, “You’re overestimating your worth, little bird.” Your glare deepened at the nickname. “Viktor’s found a new favorite plaything.” The Nikto pulled a vibroblade from his belt. “Besides, you owe me some parts.”

“Is this about the fingers thing?” You replied. “That was an accident. I wasn’t trying to shoot off half your hand, I was trying to kill you.” You couldn’t help but paste on a smug smirk. “So really you should be thankful.”

“What is it they say? A leg for a leg.” Nivor dragged the blade up from your knee to your hip. Not deep enough to cut through your clothes, but enough to make you uncomfortable. “An eye for an eye.” The blade kissed the skin of your cheekbone as it circled around your eye softly. “How about a hand for three fingers?!”

You shook your head. “The math is not adding up there, buddy.”

With a cry of anger, Nivor lifted the blade in the air and at the motion his knee lifted off your chest. Using the window of opportunity, you rolled into him as hard as you could and he fell back on his ass. However, though his grip had loosened some, he still had a tight hold on one of your wrists and it kept you from running. You tried to twist out of his grip to avoid the blade he was swinging wildly now, and your free hand shot to grab your own dagger. Nivor was stronger than you gave him credit for, and once he gained his footing he was able to yank you back to the ground. The dagger you managed to grab clattered away from your grip when your chest slammed into the asphalt and a cry of pain slipped from your lips as Nivor twisted your arm back to keep you pinned down. Now, his knee dug into your spine.

You tried to reach around and grab him, but your fingers only grazed the leather of his jacket.

“For that, you’re losing your whole arm.” Nivor chuckled. 

His blade pressed into your shoulder and panic flooded your entire body. No, no, no. This was your dominant arm. This injury would put an abrupt end to your mission and that was only if you survived it. Between blood loss and Nivor choosing a grimy alley to operate, your chances were slim. With another scream, you tried to shake your entire body in a poor attempt to knock him off of you, but you only felt his blade begin to dig in deeper. Heat flare in your shoulder as Nivor deliberately sunk it in as slowly as possible. 

“Stop!” The plea left your lips and you immediately felt shame for begging this man for mercy. You heard his chuckle, the blade sunk a bit deeper, then with the familiar sound of a blaster going off the weight suddenly fell from your back. You were gasping for air, your heart still pounding as you felt hot blood drip down your back and shoulder, and when you glanced to the side you saw Nivor slumped to the ground. The sinister light in his eyes was gone and his features were slack. There was still smoke rising from the blaster burn in his back.

You turned the opposite way, whipped your head in that direction more like, and there stood the Mandalorian now holstering his weapon. You had tucked his memory away, sure you’d never see him again, but now you felt so relieved to be wrong. Seeing that shine of silver may as well have been the glowing end of a long tunnel. The little green child, resting in his bag by his side, lifted his hand and gave you a small wave.

With the arm that wasn’t numb with pain, you waved back.

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a/n: this was supposed to be my silly, funny, light hearted story, but the reader in this grabbed me by the shirt collar and went 'bitch nah'. soooooo here we are :)

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please DO NOT make Din and Bo Katan a couple

Yes they have a bond but do not involve romantic feelings

They’re platonic soulmates

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Din, Grogu & Starshine at Maria’s Curiosity & Books, Halloween 2023

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I read this months ago, but have thought of it, and that last part, several times since bc oh my gosh it changed my whole brain and I was so so surprised and so so turned on alskjdlasjd

Prey

Summary: It was just supposed to be an easy job. But then he saw you.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 7.1k

Raiting: E for Explicit (beginning and end of Smut is marked with a red divider, so you can read the fic without it if you prefer it this way)

Warnings: Soulmate AU, gonna tag it as Dub Con to be sure, bounty hunting, stalking, obsessive behavior, voyeurism, Sugar baby, attempted assault, choking (not the fun way), nakedness, character death, strangers to lovers, weddings, smut (unprotected sex), some breeding kink, lies

A/N: This fic has been the better part of my life for the last 6 weeks. The original idea was to write something... completely different. Something dark and twisted. I think I got the twisted part down though and it is... different. A big thank you goes out to @chaoticgeminate who listened to my whining about this for the last weeks and came up with the ✨ plot twist ✨ and another big thank you to @the-scandalorian who beta'd this monster like a champ and yelled at me for writing it in the first place

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It was just a puck.

It wasn’t even a difficult job. The bounty, a Twi’lek, wasn’t hiding. He was a lowlife crime lord who neglected paying off some of his debts. 

It was an easy job. 

Din was on Coruscant. It was…one of the first jobs he took after Grogu. To be honest, everything that happened after the Jedi Luke Skywalker had taken Grogu with him was a blur. Cara had taken care of Moff Gideon. The Mandalorians…had left, Bo Katan was still scowling at him about his responsibility now that he was carrying the Dark Saber. There was a part of him that seriously thought about just…getting rid of it. He was pretty sure it would bring him a huge amount of credits. 

But it was a Mandalorian-made weapon. He could feel its power everytime he just brushed his fingers over it.

So, abandoning it was out of the question. That didn’t mean he had to get familiar with it though. 

Din could ignore the Dark Saber, but he couldn’t stand having constant company. Everyone was just really getting on his nerves and he needed… Losing Grogu had changed him. He needed to find a way to move on. 

So when Boba had offered him a ride to Tatooine, he took it. And once he was there, he had paid Peli for a ship and gone onto Navarro to visit Karga and pick up some bounty pucks. 

Because that was what he knew how to do.

Hunting down bounties was in his blood.

And blood was what he was after. His mind only seemed to be able to calm down when he was on the hunt—even more so when the bounty was struggling and he had to use his fists to shut them up. 

He didn’t have to think about the next step—he just knew it. And if he didn’t have to think, he wouldn’t think of the kid. All the better.

It wasn’t like he had anyone else in his life. No family, no loved one, no soulmate…

Sometimes, he wondered if he would ever find his soulmate. If he was deserving of them. Of meeting them. Of finding the other half of himself, the one carrying the same mark like he did on his body. 

So here he was. Din Djarin. Bounty hunter. Apparently a king? He was sitting in the back of a shady cantina watching his bounty. He could just get up, walk over and take care of the Twi’lek. But he was… distracted. 

He was distracted by you. 

You were sitting on his bounty’s lap in your little sparkly dress. Even from across the cantina, Din could see your red painted fingernails dragging over the cheap shirt the bounty was wearing. He could see his greedy fingers on your thighs, and Din flexed his fingers to keep himself calm. 

He shouldn’t be touching you. 

The bounty leaned to his side, talking to a Rodian sitting next to him. You pouted, letting your gaze wander through the room until your eyes landed on Din. Din knew his face was hidden inside his helmet, yet it seemed like you were looking directly into his eyes. He saw your red painted lips purse before they switched into a small smirk. 

He frowned behind his helmet. He couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards you. You were...beautiful and sexy, and there was a part of him that just wanted to stalk over there to break the bounty’s undeserving fingers and take you with him.

The bounty spoke into your ear then, and you nodded, biting your lip. You leaned in to kiss him, and Din took a deep, steadying breath. 

He watched the bounty speak to you again, and fuck, he could hear your giggle all the way across the fucking room. You kissed the bounty again before you got up. He slapped your ass, and you grinned at him over your shoulder. 

The bounty got up too, sliding his arm around your waist before he kissed you again, his hand squeezing your ass as he guided you out of the cantina. 

Din saw you turn your head to look over your shoulder, somehow finding his eyes again as you gave him a wink before you were out the door. 

Din all but jumped out of his chair, his hand hovering over his blaster. But he stopped himself from doing something rash and shook his head to clear his mind, taking a few more calming breaths. 

What was it about you that made him so...possessive? 

He wanted you. He needed you.

He’d never felt like this about anyone else before.

Thoughts about capturing the bounty were the farthest thing from his mind.

He decided to follow you at a distance. When he exited the club, he saw the bounty walk into the hotel across the street, but you were nowhere to be found. 

He turned his head to look for you, and he found you walking towards the hotel too. You looked over your shoulder, and Din took a step back so you wouldn’t see him. His hand came up to his helmet as he zoomed in his visual feed, locating the roomkey in your hand and noting the room number printed on it.

He watched you all the way until you were inside the hotel before he stepped out of the shadows. Then, he made his way up to the roof of the hotel to drop down onto the balcony of the penthouse suite. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You usually didn’t do this. 

Yes, you agreed to be arm candy, to spend time with whoever was paying you. But you never, never had sex with your clients. 

Because the men who paid you to spend time with them were mostly… not your type—not that this Twi’lek was your type, but frankly, one of your friends had told you about how great sex with a Twi’lek was, and you were curious. Okay, and a little horny. It had been some time for you. And he was funny. A little handsy but nothing you couldn’t handle. 

And you were completely focused on him all evening, enjoying his hands on your body…until your eyes landed on a Mandalorian sitting in the back of the cantina. You had felt like someone had been watching you for a while, and when you found his visor fixed on you, even if you had no idea if he really was looking at you, you were pleasantly surprised. He tried to blend in, seated in the dark corner, but his silver amor wasn’t exactly easy to hide. 

You had always been fascinated with Mandalorians. 

You had studied them back when...well, before you had to start letting strangers pay for your company to survive. That was like another life. On another planet. 

Now, you were walking down the hall of a way-too-expensive hotel on your way to sleep with someone. Someone who would be paying you for it. For the first time in your life. And you thought you would feel…strange or dirty about it. But you didn’t.

You never had taken this last step. Not that you were judging sex workers. You had nothing but respect for them. But it wasn’t your…plan. 

Your plan involved a place near the campus. A job to teach at the university. A soulmate who loved you. Maybe kids…

It didn’t involve your father dying, leaving you with debt too high to pay, forcing you to give up your dream of teaching to become a… sugar baby?

But it wasn’t the worst? Most of the people who paid you were just looking for company and someone to talk to. Of course, there had been offers before. But up until today you never really entertained the thought. The number of credits that would wander into your pocket after this night were a big bonus though. 

You took a deep breath, checking the blaster in your purse before you used the keycard to open the door.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Din was standing in the shadows on the penthouse suite’s balcony. 

It was raining, and the water was slowly creeping under his armour and soaking his flight suit. He could have come back tomorrow. He didn’t need to wait out here. In the rain.

The bounty wasn’t likely to leave. He had been here on this planet for at least a year. He felt safe. But Din knew he would spend the night thinking about what his filthy hands would do to you if he would leave now. 

Why was he so intrigued by you?

Since the moment he had first laid his eyes on you, it was like you crawled all the way inside him and wouldn’t leave. 

Now he was here, watching you like a fucking creep as you pulled your dress off, and fuck, of course you were completely naked underneath. 

Out of all the things he had done before, watching someone about to have sex was probably the creepiest. But he couldn’t stop. It was like he was…pulled towards you, and he couldn’t fucking explain why. 

He clenched his teeth as you climbed into the bounty’s lap. You were smiling as his greedy hands touched your flawless skin. You were grinding on top of him, and fuck, you looked so fucking sexy. He imagined it was him, not the bounty, beneath you. He would let his hands explore your body, wrap his lips around your stiff nipples, his fingers seeking your slick warmth. He wouldn’t stop until you were screaming his name. 

His cock twitched with interest in his pants. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been with someone.  

He closed his eyes, taking a few calming breaths. Why was he behaving like this? He was feeling possessive over someone he had never even talked to. When he opened his eyes, he tensed. The bounty’s hand was wrapped around your throat, his other hand holding both of your wrists behind your back. You were gasping for air while struggling against his hold, and the bounty was grinning darkly up at you. You fought against him, your legs kicking and scrambling to get away from him.

It only took seconds for Din to jump through the window. The loud crash of his sudden entrance surprised the bounty enough that he let go of you. And before anything else could happen, Din shot him straight between the eyes. He fell back with a grunt while you jumped and fell to the floor, your hands on your throat. 

Din stood in the middle of the room, water dripping down onto the floor as he looked at the dead bounty. Din was panting, cursing to himself for losing his cool like that. He just lost a big fucking portion of credits for shooting his bounty. He could have brought him in warm.

He heard you gasp as you tried to breathe. His helmet snapped towards you. 

You were cowering in the corner of the room, shivering, your hands clutching your throat. You were completely naked.

Din sighed. He shouldn’t take advantage of your vulnerable state, shouldn’t be admiring your body right now, but fuck, you were so beautiful. Once again, he was thankful for the helmet hiding his face as his eyes lingered a little too long on your tits. He flexed his fingers, uncertain of what to do next. 

You were shaking, one hand coming up to run your fingers over your cheek. You were bleeding. But that was not what made Din inhale sharply. 

There was a soulmate mark just under your right collarbone. A mudhorn in deep black ink. 

Had you met your soulmate already? No… No, you couldn’t have… Din had seen that same soulmate mark countless times. He…. He… He had to tell you…

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You didn’t know exactly when everything went wrong. In one moment, you were grinding against the Twi’lek, and in the next moment, he was choking you so hard you almost passed out. Everything was a blur. There was a loud crash then a blastershot, and you fell to the floor, scrambling to the other side of the room, clutching your throat.

You were breathing harshly, trying to get air into your lungs. 

You were aware of someone else being in the room. You ran a hand over your forehead, before you heard a sharp inhale of breath. Finally looking up, your eyes met beskar. Beskar you had seen before. 

It was the Mandalorian, his armour wet with rain, dripping to the floor.

Had he been outside? Had he been watching? 

You were still shaking, now aware of your very naked body in front of the very big Mandalorian. His helmet seemed focused on you, likely watching your small mental breakdown. Abruptly, he turned away from you, only to turn around and hand you a blanket. You reached your hand up, taking the blanket and pulling it around your body. 

“Thank you…” you said hoarsely. 

“Are you hurt?” his modulated voice asked. 

“Just my dignity.”

You heard a sigh. 

“I…I saw you at the club…” you croaked. 

You saw him rest one of his hands on his hip, his helmet tilting down to look at you. Why was he so big and broad? You should be screaming for help, yet here you were ogling the Mandalorian. 

“I was.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Your… companion. He had a bounty on his head.”

Your eyes widened. 

“And now my cut is gonna be significantly lower because he’s dead. Because I saved you…”

“I didn’t ask you to—” 

He interrupted you by taking a step towards you, and you swallowed, looking up at him. 

“He would have choked you to death. And then he might have still have taken advantage of you. Do you even know who this is?” the Mandalorian hissed. 

You hadn’t thought about that. Of what could have happened to you after you agreed to spend the night with someone you basically knew nothing about than the amount of money he paid for you. Maker… But still…

“He was supposed to be my next paycheck. Now I have to search for a new one,” you snapped back. You were getting angry. Who did he think he was? You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you opened them again. The Mandalorian had turned to his side, staring out of the broken window.

You took the time to look at him, really look at him and that was when you saw it. A mudhorn. On his pauldron. It was a signet that looked exactly like your… Like your soulmate mark. That… That couldn’t be a coincidence? 

This… This… No… this couldn’t be. 

You reached for the blanket around your shoulders to pull it closer around your body, much like a protective shield. 

“You’re…. Do you… Do you have a soulmate mark?” you whispered.

The Mandalorian turned around to look at you, and you felt like the air around you changed all of the sudden. 

“Yes,” he said. 

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Is it… is it a mudhorn? Like on your armour?” you whispered, gesturing up towards him, the blanket shifting so your mark was on display for him to see. 

He took some time to answer you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as if he was deliberating. Finally, he spoke. “Yes,” he whispered. 

“Is it… Is it on your collarbone too?”

“Yes,” he said right away, and you gasped. 

“Are you…?”

“Your soulmate?” the Mandalorian asked, and you nodded. “I have the matching mark. So yeah. Yeah, I think you’re my soulmate.”

It would certainly explain why you felt this…pull between the two of you. 

“Show me…” you whispered, and he shook his head. 

“Not here. Not… I am not… My armour stays on when I’m not… I can’t show you. Not here.”

You took a deep breath. You had read about Mandalorians. There were some who never took off their armour or helmet in front of anyone other than family. 

“What… What does this mean? For us?”

“I think we have to stay together,” he said, and you frowned. 

“I don’t even know you. I can’t just…” you shook your head at him. 

“It’s not like we can break the soulmate bond,” he said, like neither of you had a choice, “so we better accept our fates now and…”

That was true. You had heard the stories of soulmates who met but chose to not spend their time together who died because their soul couldn’t handle to be apart from each other. 

“I could kill you,” you deadpanned. “That would break the soulmate bond, wouldn’t it?”

“You could try, but…” he shrugged and let his words trail off.

“Be very careful of your next words,” you warned. 

“Look, I’m a bounty hunter, you could try to run but sooner or later I would find you. And…why fight this? The universe wants us to be together…”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This was not how Din had planned this day. He…had changed in the last months. Even more so since he had to let Grogu go. He longed for someone to…love him. And here you were with his clan sign on your collarbone, and you were beautiful and didn’t take anyone’s shit. 

Yet, here he was threatening you…

He sighed. 

He was going about this all wrong. 

“You know how the soulmate bond works,” he said. “We will be miserable and eventually die, if we don’t stay together now that we’ve met.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

If he wanted you to go with him, he had to make you trust him. Trust him as your soulmate. 

He took a deep breath and grabbed his vibroblade. He offered it to you, handle first.

“There’s a spot just below my helmet on my neck that is not covered by beskar. If you truly don’t want to get to know me, which I can understand after how I’ve behaved, just end it now. There’s a ship docked in the hangar on slot 77. The entrance code is 209887. You will find credits in the compartment under the pilot’s panel. The ship will be yours. Kill me and take it if that’s what you want.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You stared at the vibroblade in his hand before you looked up at him again. Slowly you reached for the blade, clicking it on. 

It burst to life, flickering in your hand. You looked at the blade and then up to the Mandalorian. 

Ever since your soulmate mark made itself known all those years back, you had the romantic idea of running into your soulmate one day and living happily ever after. Never in your wildest dreams did you think it would be like this: naked and vulnerable. But…you looked down at the blade in your hand again. He had made himself vulnerable too. 

Yes. Yes, he was a complete stranger, but you couldn’t deny that you felt pulled towards him—from the moment you saw him in the cantina. Was this really the soulmate bond?

If it was, you knew that he was right and that you would eventually die if you didn’t stay with him.

What reason did he have to lie to you about something like that? He… had to be your soulmate, right? He had the matching mark right there on his armour. That must mean something.

You got familiar with the weight of the blade in your hand, gripping your fingers more tightly around the handle. You could kill him. Just like that. You’d have credits and a ship, and you could go wherever you wanted and never again be dependent on other people paying you for your company. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, missing the way the Mandalorian’s helmet was fixed on your soulmate mark that was peeking out under the blanket. 

But if you killed him right here, you would never experience the things you’d only ever read about. Soulmate bonds are supposed to be sacred. If you found your match, you were destined to be perfect for each other. 

You looked up at the Mandalorian. 

You couldn’t deny how you felt towards him since first seeing him in the Cantina. You never reacted that way to anyone before. You just had to have a little faith…

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Din waited, not moving a muscle as he watched you decide what to do. He knew if you did try to kill him, he could block you in seconds, but he wanted to give you time to decide for yourself what you wanted to do. 

He wanted you to choose this. Choose him. 

Soulmate bonds were sacred. If you really killed your soulmate, you would never be happy ever again. He didn’t think you’d take that risk.

He watched you shut off the vibroblade and hand it back to him. 

“I have to get to my place to…get some stuff.”

“Okay,” he said, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook here. This doesn’t mean anything. I just… I always dreamed of meeting my soulmate. And…. While this is not how I imagined the meeting would go, I am…strangely fascinated? I need to see where this goes. For myself. And… I trust you to not kill me. For some reason. So I’m going with you.”

“That… That’s good. I’m glad. You won’t regret it.”

“I think the universe will make sure of that,” you said, giving him a small smile.

Din felt like he couldn’t breathe. You were…so beautiful. 

“Well, how about I take care of the bounty and you meet me at the hangar? I would go with you but—”

“Oh no. Take him and do…whatever you have to do with him. I don’t want to end up costing you anymore credits,” you said. 

Din flinched. “I’m—I shouldn’t have—”

“Yeah. Yeah,” you cut him off. “Apparently, you’re going to have a lot of time to make up for it. So…” You turned away from him, searching for your little sparkly dress and put it back on. 

Din was hard as a rock in his pants as he watched you slip the fabric over your body. 

You smoothed it over your hips and faced him again. “I’ll see you on your ship then I guess?”

“Yes.”

He watched you leave, taking a deep breath when the door clicked shut behind you. Din looked down at the dead bounty. He took his com out, informing Karga about the unfortunate death and sent him a confirmation, getting an answer and the notification of payment right away. Karga would have someone take care of the body for him. 

And that meant Din had enough time to make a quick stop inside the city to make sure nothing would prevent him from keeping you to himself. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were clearly insane. 

Why did you say you would go with him? A man you didn’t know? 

You didn’t even know if he was a man. You were pretty positive he was one, though you couldn’t say why. A smile sneaked to your face as you packed some of your clothes. 

You had met your soulmate. 

Finally.

Even though the circumstances weren’t anything close to what you’d imagined, you couldn’t help but be…happy. You felt it—the bond. It was real. You were attracted to the Mandalorian. You wanted to be close to him. After knowing him for less than an hour, you wanted… You wanted to be with him. 

There was nothing holding you back here. You had the chance to see the universe with your soulmate by your side. 

You laughed to yourself. 

You would be happy with him. This was fate. You and the Mandalorian were made for each other. 

You grabbed your little bag full of clothes and some personal items before you quickly made your way towards the hangar. 

To start your life with your soulmate. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When he told you he had a ship, you thought about…well…a ship. A ship you could board and sleep in to join him on his travels. You weren’t expecting a N1 starfighter. The midlife crisis of spaceships. 

There was no way you would be able to fit in that tiny passenger bubble. 

He was sitting in the cockpit when you got there with your tiny bag slung over your shoulder. It was disturbing how few possessions you owned. He pulled himself out of the seat to help you with your bag. 

“Where…will I be sitting?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You had changed. You were wearing boots, dark pants, and a green sweater. You looked…It sounded stupid but you looked even more beautiful. You didn’t need glitter and sparkles. He wanted you just like this. 

“I admit I might not have thought this through,” he sighed, slightly frustrated with himself while the thought of you having to ride in the cockpit with him was…anything but unpleasant. 

“Where are we going?” you asked him. 

That was a good question. He had to return this ship. He had gotten a message from Peli that she had found a Crest. He had listened to her rambling about it being a newer model and complaining about being able to get a better ship, but he had insisted it had to be something he was familiar with. 

Once he switched ships he wanted to take you somewhere where the two of you could be alone. He wanted you to himself. He needed you to trust him, get to know him. To love him. 

“I have a new ship waiting for me. It’s a real ship. With sleeping cots and a fresher. And then… Then we can go wherever you want,” he promised. 

He felt his mudhorn mark throb beneath his beskar.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Wherever you want? Where did you want to go? 

You looked at him, the imposing Mandalorian who was your soulmate. All thoughts of doubt seemed to have disappeared once you had made your decision to just let fate do its thing. If the universe decided the two of you should be together, it must have a plan.

“I want to go somewhere with an ocean. Somewhere—somewhere I can take a deep breath. Somewhere where we can get to know each other? Like, are you even a human under all of this?”

He tilted his helmet at you, and you swore you could hear a chuckle. 

“I am a human. Trust me.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully, and he took a step closer to you. Your breath hitched as you stared up into his visor, wondering if or when you would be able to see his face. 

He was so close you could hear him breathe under his helmet. 

“I will show you. Once we’re alone in space, deal?” he whispered. 

You sucked your bottom lip in and nodded. 

“Are you okay with riding in the cockpit with me? It’s a short trip. Seven hours.”

“Seven hours? Sitting in your lap? An hour after meeting you?” you asked.

“I promise to behave?” he asked, and you were rolling your eyes. 

“Just get us out of here, Mando,” you said, shaking your head.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Din did not think this through. 

The cockpit was tiny, and you were everywhere. You made a point to stay away from his crotch which he was thankful for. Once he had brought the ship up into hyperspace, you looked into the stars like it was the first time you saw them. 

And then you began to ask questions. Where was he from? How old was he? What was his favourite colour?

You asked whatever came to your mind, and Din was getting addicted to hearing your laugh. At one point, you had looked over your shoulder with your beautiful eyes, and Din was sure he fell even more in love with you at that moment.

Love. A powerful word. An even more powerful feeling but it was what he felt for you already. 

Now you were sleeping, your back resting against his chest as you held his hand. His ungloved hand. He had to prove to you that he was human after all. 

As he looked down at you, he wondered if he deserved you. If he deserved… a soulmate. Someone to love. Someone to take care of. 

You sighed in your sleep, and Din found himself smiling beneath his visor. Before he could stop himself, he pushed his helmet up so he could kiss the top of your head. 

No one would take you away from him. 

He would make sure of it. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The new ship was definitely an improvement. The Razor Crest had a big bed and a fresher with real water. It was almost more luxury than what you had in your tiny apartment back…home?

Coruscant never really felt like home. You looked at Mando… Din as he sat in the pilot’s chair. 

You had left Tatooine a week ago. He had some business to take care off before he would take you somewhere where the two of you could be alone. 

But in the last week, you had already gotten to know him. 

You knew he wasn’t a morning person. He did not talk very much, but he made an effort to talk to you. He seemed to… He wanted to let you in. He answered every single question you had, asked you questions in return, and last night, he gave you his name. 

You still hadn’t seen much of him. He let you hold his hand when you asked for it. 

He had introduced you as his soulmate to whoever you had met. 

And it made you feel warm and soft every single time. 

He wasn’t the big scary bounty hunter you had met in the beginning. Din must have lived a lonely life. He had told you about how he grew up and how he had to give up his child only a little while ago. 

Your heart broke for him as he told you about it. And after, you had held him in your arms, in the security of his dark bed where you hadn't been able to see him. 

“We’ll be in Trask by morning,” Din said, and you looked at him. He had turned his seat towards you, and you gave him a small smile. 

“Is everything okay?” he asked. 

You sucked your bottom lip in. “I… I want to see it,” you whispered. 

Din tilted his head to the side. 

“Your soulmate mark. I know you said there are rules with you Mandalorians. And… I remember our conversation about marriage. And…” you took a deep breath. You had been thinking about it for the last two days. 

You were soulmates. There was no way you weren’t. Not with the way you were feeling when you were around him. Sometimes, you missed him when he was just on the other side of the ship. 

You loved him. With all your heart. 

Spending the last week with him had made that clear for you. You wanted to start your future with him. To make him laugh. To hold him. To love him. 

And… You wanted to see him. To see the soulmate mark. To see the last proof of the universe marking him as yours before you vowed to be his for the rest of your life. 

And you didn’t want to waste any more time not being his in all ways possible.

“Cyar’ika…” he said quietly.

“Show me,” you got up from your seat, putting your hands on his shoulders as he looked up at you. 

“Show me and then make me yours Din Djarin,” you smiled softly. 

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There was a part of Din that felt guilty. 

Guilty about not giving the both of you more time. Guilty about how the two of you met only a week ago, even if it felt like a lifetime ago.

Guilty about not being able to give you more.

But as you looked down at him with your beautiful eyes, the soft smile on those plush lips he loved so much, he wanted nothing more than to give you what you asked for. 

“If I show you…” he whispered.

“Technically only if you take your helmet off, but yeah I know. And for the record. I want to marry you. You’re my soulmate. And we already talked about this. We’re bound to be together by the stars. Make me yours,” you said. 

Din took a deep, shaky breath. Slowly, he began to unclasp every part of the beskar of his body, setting it down on the floor. When he was left only in his flight suit and helmet, he slowly slipped off his gloves.

He was nervous. 

He wondered if you would like it. The mudhorn. And…the rest of him. For some reason, he felt vulnerable around you, even though he knew he did not have to be. You were his and his alone. And after he took this last step, nothing would be able to separate you. 

Ever.

Slowly, he began to pull at the zipper of his flight suit, revealing inch after inch of skin to your eyes. He gulped when the zipper rested just under his navel, and you reached a hand out.

“Can I?”

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He nodded, and you smiled, taking a deep breath, before your fingertips ran over his chest, pushing the fabric to the side until you saw it. A mudhorn. On his right collarbone. The same mudhorn you had on yours. Your smile widened, your fingers tracing the shape of it, and you felt him shiver beneath you. 

Not that you had any doubts, but…this…this made it feel even more real. Slowly, you leaned down, giving him time to stop you before your lips softly kissed his soulmate mark. His hand came up to yours on his chest, and he gasped. 

“I love you, Din Djarin,” you whispered. “And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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Din stared at his reflection in the tiny mirror of the fresher. His fingers tracing the mudhorn of his collarbone. 

You were his. 

You were about to become his wife. 

Right now, you were waiting in his bed, smelling like the soap he used because you had showered before him. He would be a husband in a matter of moments, and then he would finally be able to kiss you. 

To touch you the way he had longed to ever since meeting you. 

He took a deep breath as he exited the fresher without his helmet, only a towel wrapped around his hips. The ship was dark aside from the faint light coming from the cot, and he could see your bare legs the closer he got. 

“My eyes are closed,” you promised, and he smiled. 

“I trust you,” he said and entered the cot. He sat down on the bed next to you, his cock already hardening at the sight of you in one of his old shirts. You looked like a goddess, and he couldn’t believe you were his. He touched your ankle, and you jumped before you laughed. 

“Repeat after me,” he whispered as he got on the bed. He carefully brought your leg up to kiss your ankle, listening to  you exhale a sharp breath. 

“Mhi solus tome,” he said, slowly kissing his way up your calf.

“M-Mhi solus tome,” you repeated. He smiled against your skin.

“Mhi solus dar’tome,” he continued, kissing up your thigh. He saw your fingers twitch. 

“Mhi so… Mhi solus dar’tome,” you gasped.

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You felt his fingers slowly pushing your shirt up, hearing his low groan when he noticed you were completely bare underneath. His lips kissed every part of new skin that was revealed to him. 

“Mhi me’dinui an,” he rasped, and you moaned quietly as his lips kissed the underside of your left breast. 

“Mhi medinui an,” you repeated after him, anticipation filling you as you felt his breath brush over your collarbone, kissing your soulmate mark. You smiled as he kissed your cheek.

“Mhi ba’juri verde,” he finished, and you took a deep breath. 

“Mhi ba’juri verde,” you whispered, before you slowly blinked your eyes open. He was smiling down at you, his brown eyes on yours. He was… He was absolutely breathtaking, and suddenly, everything seemed to finally shift into place. 

He was yours, and you were his. 

“Kiss me, husband,” you smiled, and Din wasted no time before he pressed his lips down on yours.

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He was…everywhere. 

His lips on yours. 

His hands pushing your shirt up until he could pull it off.

His chest against yours.

His cock…

You gasped as you felt him against your thigh, his knee between your legs, moving just enough to give you some friction. 

“Din…” you gasped, his lips wandering down your throat. He looked up at you with dark eyes. You were grinding your cunt against his thigh, desperate to feel him.

“Please…” you begged, your hands in his hair, lightly pulling. 

“What do you want, beautiful girl?” he hummed before his lips kissed the soft skin of your breast.

“You… I… I want you inside…”

He bit into the side of your breast, making you cry out. 

“Mine,” he groaned before he kissed up your chest, and you felt him shift, one of his hands dipping in between your legs.

“You’re so wet for me. So wet for your husband,” he grinned and pushed two fingers inside easily. 

“My soulmate,” you smiled at him, and his eyes softened before he kissed you again. His fingers kept moving in and out of you, his thumb flicking your clit and you moaned softly against his lips. 

You felt like you were going to burst. 

If this was why the universe made a soulmate, you had to make sure to show some gratitude. 

“Cum for me,” Din whispered against your ear. He sucked your earlobe between his lips. 

“Cum for your soulmate,” he hummed, and you shattered. Your fingers dug into his strong back as your vision blacked out, your orgasm pulling you under until you were gasping for air. 

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me…” you heard Din praise you, and you whimpered. 

He looked down at you, and if you did not love him already, the look of pure affection he was giving you would have been enough. 

He pulled his fingers from inside of you, wrapping them around his cock to coat it in your slick, and you felt the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance. 

“I don’t have an implant,” you whispered as you looked up at him. 

“I—fuck—me neither.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, and he leaned into your hand, closing his eyes. 

“It’s okay. I—I just wanted you to know… I… You can…” you flustered. 

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He was sure he was gonna black out. He was holding on to every bit of restraint he had. 

“Are—are you sure?” he asked you. You were sucking your bottom lip in, looking shyly up at him with your big beautiful eyes as you nodded. 

“I am. I… You can cum inside of me. I want you to.”

“Fuck,” he muttered and kissed you again. 

You were perfect. His perfect wife. His.

He was still kissing you when he slowly pushed inside of you. He wanted to savour this moment. The moment he finally claimed what was his.

Forever.

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You closed your eyes as you felt him enter you. Slowly, his thick length pushed inside of you for what felt like hours until he stilled, his cock settled deep inside you. He filled you so well he must have been made for you. 

“Look at me,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes. 

“I love you,” he said, and you smiled. You wrapped your arms around his back to pull him closer, wanting to feel his weight on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 

“I love you too,” you whispered against his ear with a smile. 

And then he began to move. Slowly at first. He kissed every part of skin he could reach, thrusting deep and slow until you hooked your legs behind his. 

“Claim me, baby,” you cried out, and he growled, letting go of the last bit of his self control as he began to fuck you. 

Hard and fast, your whole body moved with the strength behind his thrusts.

“Mine,” he hissed, biting your shoulder. One of his hands was holding your hip while his other pulled your chin up towards his, his weight on his elbows above you. 

“I’m not gonna last. Your pussy is so fucking perfect. Made for me,” he moaned, and you whined. 

He pushed himself up, kneeling in between your legs, both of his hands digging into your hips as he pumped into you. The changed angle made him hit something devastating inside of you, and you whimpered.

“I’m gonna…”

“Cum,” he ordered, and you came, fluttering around his hard cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he hissed. 

“Gonna fucking cum inside you… Pump you full of my cum until it takes…” he groaned. 

“Gonna breed you until you’re round with my child so everyone can see you’re mine. Fucking mine.” 

He threw his head back, and you felt him twitch inside of you as he filled you with his seed.

You were out of breath but smiling when he opened his eyes to look down at you. 

“Forever,” you smiled, and he smiled back. And you couldn’t help but feel lucky that you were the only one who would see this smile.

“Forever,” he whispered before he pulled you up against his chest so he could kiss you.

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Later, Din looked at you as you slept in his arms, his fingers stroking over the mark on your collarbone that matched his. He knew he had to have you from the first moment he laid eyes on you. And if that meant getting your soulmate mark tattooed on his right collarbone for you to trust him...well, he would do it again in a heartbeat. 

He still remembered his actual soulmate mark, a dark primrose on his left thigh that eventually scarred over after he was stabbed one too many times. 

He could only hope his true soulmate never showed up, and he would make sure you never met yours even if it meant never seeing his covert again. 

Because one thing was for sure, you were his. And no one would take you away from him. 

Tbc