#din jarren fanfiction

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

For the Love of Horror

(Dieter x horror-loving female reader)

Summary: The reader is totally me; I love horror films and I usually watch them on my own as most of my friends are scaredy cats. There aren’t that many fics where the male character is the one scared of film and Dieter seemed to be the perfect fit.

Warning: no use of y/n, mentions of scary films, Dieter being scared of said scary films, slight euphemisms, saucy suggestions, lots of adorable fluffiness

Notes: I sort of ignore the ending of the film. In fact I wrote my own here also check out the masterlist for more of these two here

Dieter Bravo loved you, but you loved horror films, and he was the biggest scaredy cat in the world.

You’d first met the strange but handsome actor as his makeup artist for an indie film. On Sap of Justice, he played a man hunting down his wife’s killer while slowly being turned into a tree. He won a SAG or something for that, he didn’t care, but it required hours in the makeup chair.

You showed up on the first day wearing a bright yellow jumper, an even brighter smile and a Tupperware full of homemade cookies. He was instantly smitten.

His latest rehab stint actually worked this time, but he ended up developing a giant sweet tooth. While the rest of the crew did not appreciate your delightful treats, Dieter ended up consuming more than he should have, usually while he was sitting in his makeup chair, making a bit of a mess.

You then came up with the idea of giving him a piece of chocolate to slowly melt on his tongue so he could sit back and let you do you work. You’d slip in another piece onto his tongue when he ran out, it was probably the most sensual thing he’d ever experience.

He was happy to just sit and listen to you as you babbled on about films, most of which he’d never heard of. You knew a surprising amount, more than most directors he’s worked with.

He couldn’t help but smile at your bubbly enthusiasm and he just wanted to be around you. But that tiny colourful you had a dark interior: your love of horror films.

The first time you invited him over to watch a scary movie, he thought it was a euphemism for his favourite activity and he was excited.

But no.

You put on Hereditary.

He spent the rest of the night alone in his room with the lights on, his eyes never leaving the ceiling.

The following night he had a nightmare where he was stuck in a dollhouse with naked people.

He was so relieved when you wanted to have another movie night. He suggested maybe a romantic film this time round.

So, you put on Candyman.

Dieter couldn’t look at himself in a mirror for at least a week.

The third time he suggested watching a comedy film.

So, you put on An American Werewolf in London.

This time it was less scary as he mainly spent the time looking at you while you enthusiastically explained in detail how Rick Baker achieved the first transformation scene and how horror films lead to your career choice.

That was when he fell in love completely and utterly in love with you.

And he needed to come clean about his horror film phobia.

Thankfully, you didn’t kick him to the curb like the piece of garbage he believed he was. You apologized profusely for taking over film choices with your favourites and it was definitely his turn to choose his favourite.

Dieter shyly suggested Beauty and the Beast to which you sighed and said it was your favourite non-horror film and immediately put it on. You put your head on his shoulder as you watched it.

“So why is this your favourite film Dieter?”

“Well…I like to think that if a beast can fall in love and get a happily ever after, then that gives me hope”

Your reply was a hug and kiss on the cheek,

He could certainly get used to this. It was nice.

Eventually, you both found a compromise with your film watching together. No horror film before dark and not every time you got together. You hunted around to find the least scary horror films when it was your choice. And you suggested he watch Dead Meats Kill Count which helped because Dieter could at least anticipate when the scary parts would happen beforehand. You always made sure to turn the volume down when a jump scare was going to happen.

In the meantime, Dieter worked with his therapist to uncover the reason behind his scaredness of scary films. He suspected it was that donkey scene in Pinocchio was the cause of trauma but there was still work to do.

You saved him from your guilty pleasure films such as Snakes on a Plane and the Final Destination series, so you instead only subjected him to the good ones: the really good, critically acclaimed, award-winning ones. He finally watched The Shining and Get Out which ended up not being as scary as he thought.

Dieter discovered he had missed out on a huge amount of great films. You were both sobbing wrecks at the end of Train to Busan and he absolutely loved Willem Dafoe’s crazy ass monologue in The Lighthouse and immediately had to learn it himself.

You discovered that Dieter had a huge love for animated films and would sing along to every song, every time. Of course he knew all the lyrics to Under the Sea and Be Our Guest which you couldn’t help but smile at, he was just that adorable.

And you were roped into a duet of A Whole New World. Dieter was just a big romantic at heart. It was a side of the actor no one knew or cared about.

Whenever a new horror film came out at the cinema, you were more than happy to go by yourself as you were used to that. He survived watching A Quiet Place with the volume down and praised your bravery and madness for seeing it at the cinema alone.

But when there were times when you really wanted to see a film not in the cinema and Dieter didn’t want to be alone, something to do with his love of cuddles with you or something. This would be when you’d watch it with headphones one and Dieter would be hiding his head in your lap. Most of the time you’d run your fingers through his hair, and he’d fall asleep.

He liked this.

He could get used to this.

Two years later…

“Honey cakes, I’m home!”

You practically skipped across the hallway to give your boyfriend Dieter his well-deserved welcome home hugs and kisses.

This was the best part of his day.

You were now living together in his huge house, and both couldn’t be happier. Dieter was happy to wake up next to you every day and you were happy to finally be able to watch horror films on his huge TV.

“How was the meeting with your agent?”

“Not bad. Got given this script for a TV thing to read through.”

You perked your face in interest. “Oh? Thinking of moving away from films?”

“Well, I’m told this is a pretty good script. Written by some guy named Mike Flanagan…”

You promptly screamed.

Dieter almost flew across the room; he’d never heard you scream before. And he thought he did a pretty good job in the bedroom.

“Mike Flanagan?!!!”

“Is he good?”

“Is he good?!!!”

You proceeded to grab the collar of his shirt and started shaking him in excitement.

“He makes Stephen King good, that’s how good he is!”

You’d never been rough with him before, and he liked it. A lot.

Your tiny body was bouncing around like a jellybean, you were that excited.

“You remember that film Oculus? The one with the mirror?”

“Is that the one with the hook hand guy?”

“No, that was Candyman; the second film we watched together. Oculus has that one big mirror and Karen Gillan.”

He was surprised you remembered your second date.

“Oh yeah, that one”

“And Gerald’s Game was amazing!”

“I still occasionally have nightmares about that tall man”

“Aw, I’m sorry”

You immediately hugged him, and he rubbed your back in appreciation.

“So, you think I should read the script?”

“If you get to work with Mike Flanagan, I’ll marry you!”

“Seriously?”

But you had bounced away at this point. Pouting, Dieter immediately pulled out his phone and called his agent.

“Hey, that TV thing you gave me the script for: I’ll do it, sign me up”

“You’ve already read it? That was quick”

“No, but I have it on good authority from an expert that it’ll be good, so I’ll do it”

“Alright then, but still read the script”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Hey, um…are they needing any makeup artists by the way?”

“Probably. Are you recommending your girlfriend again?”

“Well, she’s the best, and if she got to work on this job, she’d probably have my baby which sounds…nice”

Dieter was lost in this happy fantasy until his agent interrupted him.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Gotta go. Bye!”

He quickly hung as because you had returned by then and you had that look: the look that meant he was going to be subject to a new horror themed piece of media.

“Now, I’m thinking you should at least watch one of Flanagan’s series to help with your decision and we should definitely watch Midnight Mass”

“Hang on, I’ve heard of that one. That’s the one everyone on set wouldn’t shut up about”

“Because it’s good!”

“Hasn’t it got vampires in it?”

“Yes. But it also has monologues”

This piqued his interest.

“I like monologues”

“I know you do and there’s lots in this one.”

You got up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.

“Now, get in your favourite comfy clothes. I want us to fit in a few episodes before it gets dark.”

“Yes ma’am!”

You gave his small butt a playful slap as he walked away.

He was going to have to get out that engagement ring from its hiding spot sooner than he thought.

Films referenced: Hereditary (2018), Candyman (1992), An American Werewolf in London (1981), Beauty and the Beast (1991), Snakes on a Plane (2006), Final Destination (2000), The Shining (1980), Get Out (2017), Train to Busan (2016), The Lighthouse (2019), The Little Mermaid (1989), Aladdin (1992), A Quiet Place (2018), Oculus (2013), Gerald's Game (2017), Midnight Mass (2021)

Lovingly tagging @cevans-is-classic

[ineedmentalhelp724]

Has anyone ever read a fanfic that spelled a character's name differently and then you have to remind yourself that other people's interpretations exist

I'll give an example, therefore exposing what type of fanfiction I actually read:

Other fanfics: Din Djarin 😁👍

That one fanfic: Dyn Jarren 😈⛓️🔥

I love the writer but I will not stand for this.

PROOF

[doctorgeekery]

Naming in the Mandalorian (Season 3 Finale Spoilers!)

I find it absolutely hilarious how in the Mandalorian the main characters’ names KEEP CHANGING and the fandom KEEPS MESSING IT UP. Hold up, I’ll explain.

If you were on AO3 reading Mandalorian fanfiction DURING season 1 of the show, you would know all the Mandalorian fics had the Mandalorian’s name as “Dyn Jarren”. This is because Din Djarin’s name wasn’t revealed until the season finale, but Pedro Pascal said it in an interview months before. Nobody knew how to spell it, but most people agreed on “Dyn Jarren” for some reason. When the season finale finally revealed Mando’s name (or, more importantly, Disney+ subtitles revealed the proper spelling) all the fics had to go back and change it.

Between season 1 and season 2 of the Mandalorian, nobody knew Baby Yoda’s name. So, a lot of fics invented their own - usually having Din come up with a name. After season 2, Baby Yoda was finally revealed to be named Grogu and fics gradually changed to reflect that.

Between season 2 and season 3 of the Mandalorian, some people had Din more formally adopt Grogu and named him “Grogu Djarin”. I read several fics where Grogu was called that. And NOW with the “Din Grogu” reveal of the Season 3 finale, those are all wrong. Worst, it looks like “Din” was Din Djarin’s LAST name all along, making every fic where the romantic interest calls him “Din” look like idiots.

I hope the Mandalorian continues to fuck around with their names every season. This is glorious.

[queenofspades6]

More Than Partners (The Mandalorian x reader)

Forbidden Love

Summary: A little conversation between the Mandalorian and Kuiil about Mando’s feelings for Y/N, a Jedi who follows him everywhere. But what happens when you hear everything the bounty hunter said?

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Chapter 2>

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When you arrived at the Ugnaught’s place in Avala-7, he greeted you and the Mandalorian with open arms. At first, Kuiil was astonished to see a young woman with the bounty hunter. And even if he didn’t say a word, the Ugnaught was aware that you were a powerful being. He couldn’t help but wonder why a Jedi would stay with a Mandalorian after the battle of Galidraan. Jedi and Mandalorian were not known for their friendship.

The Ugnaught served you and the Child food. He wasn’t wealthy and yet, here he was, serving you everything he had on a tray.

“Thank you, Kuiil, sincerely.” You said, clear recognition in your eyes.

Mando was watching you, and the Child eat with a protective gaze while talking with Kuiil. You stared at them, enjoying the brief moment of peace.

When you finished your plate, you glanced at the Child and saw him already sleeping upright.

“I am going to take the Child to bed.” You declared, standing up.

Mando gazed at your plate, and noticed you only ate half of your food. As if you were reading his mind, you headed towards him under the watchful eye of Kuiil.

“I left you something to eat for when you’re alone.“ You muttered, a slight smile appearing on the corner of your lips.

“Thank you.” He whispered, his eyes still on you when you took the Child in your arms and headed towards the bedroom.

You were no longer in the room, and the Mandalorian suddenly felt uncomfortable. Something was missing. Or someone... Even if Mando knew you were in the next room with the Child, he needed to see you and feel your presence. The Mandalorian was restless, and even though he was wearing an helmet, the Ugnaught noticed his discomfort.

“I see you are quite close to Y/N.” Kuiil stated, a serious look on his face.

The bounty hunter hesitated.

“I am. She looks after the Child when I can’t.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Silence filled the room again, and Mando tensed at Kuiil’s tone.

“What do you mean?“ The Mandalorian questioned, grateful that his helmet was covering his embarrassment.

“I noticed how you stare at her when she is not looking, how your gaze lingers on her a bit too longer, how you watch over her when there is no danger.“

Although Mando was wearing an helmet, he avoided the Ugnaught’s look, already feeling his cheeks flushing.

“I have seen this look on many people, Mandalorian. I can’t see your face, but I know how you feel towards this young Jedi.“

“I don’t feel anything for Y/N.“ The bounty hunter replied instantly, clenching his fists tightly.

Even though you were in the next room, you heard the words distinctly.

Mando didn’t feel anything for you...

Your vision quickly became blurred, and you suddenly wanted to throw up. Taking a glance at the Child who was still sleeping, you leaned against the door of the bedroom. Your heart beating faster, you tried to focus on the Mandalorian’s mechanical voice.

“Are you sure?” Kuiil asked, chuckling a little.

“I-I am not in love with her.”

Your body felt heavier, and you almost fell against the door. A tear ran along your cheek, and you tried desperately to repress a sob.

You were a Jedi. You couldn’t have feelings, and especially not for a Mandalorian. And here you were, with your heart in pieces and a lot of tears to shed. You knew it would happen. You knew falling in love was risky and that love meant suffering, yet, you couldn’t help but fall in love with the Mandalorian. You had not seen his face, and you didn’t care. When you heard the rumours about Mando, you first thought he was a ruthless and skilled bounty hunter. But when you met him, you could see through his shiny helmet and deep down you knew he was a good man.

“So you don’t feel anything for her?“The Ugnaught insisted.

Kuiil was smirking, you would have sworn it.

“I am a Mandalorian. I can’t feel anything.” You heard Mando muttering with his modulated voice.

Why was Kuiil trying to find out if the bounty hunter loved you?

Why was he insisting like that?

“I didn’t ask if you can or can’t. I asked if you love her.”

“I can’t.” Mando whispered, as if he regretted the words he said.

Frowning, you took a deep breath, hoping Kuiil and Mando didn’t hear you.

“I-I-”

“You don’t need to lie to me, Mandalorian. I saw it with my own eyes. No helmet can protect from love.” The Ugnaught declared solemnly.

“I care for her.” Mando admitted, holding his breath through his helmet.“More than I should.”

At the sound of the Mandalorian’s voice, you pressed yourself against the door, trying to know if what Mando said was true. But the doors couldn’t support your weight, and you crashed on the ground, making a lot of noise and revealing your presence in the process. Sighing, you looked at the Child, hoping you didn’t wake him up. He was awake, standing up in the bed, watching you with a questioning look on his face. Putting a finger in front of your mouth, you told him to stay silent.

“She cares for you too, Mandalorian. You should tell her before it’s too late or you will regret it all your life. I have spoken.” Kuiil claimed, already standing up to wash the dishes.

Slowly opening the door, you tried to glance at the Mandalorian. He was still sitting where you left him some minutes ago. You couldn’t see his face, but he was obviously lost in thought, not daring to move from his seat.

Taking a deep breath, and against your better judgment, you gestured to the Child to return to sleep, and headed towards Mando.

“Mando.”

At the sound of your voice, he startled and his cheeks flushed a little under his heavy helmet.

“Is the Child sleeping?” He questioned, clearly avoiding your gaze.

You wanted to see his reaction, but Mando’s visor was looking at the wall behind you.

Silence was usually comfortable between the two of you, yet today, you weren’t the only one feeling ill-at-ease.

“Can I ask you something?“ The bounty hunter asked, daring to glance at you quickly.

“You just did.“

“You know what I mean, Y/N.” He said with a stern tone that sent shivers to your spine.

Adrenaline rushed through your body, and you smirked at the Mandalorian. He cared about you, so why should you act like you had not heard anything.

“Did You hear my conversation with Kuiil?”

His voice was filled with anger and concern.

Was the Mandalorian afraid you heard what he said to the Ugnaught?

“I-” You tried to mutter.

Lying was easy, and telling the truth was risky. Yet, you chose to stay true to who you were, and you couldn’t lie to Mando, even if it meant he would break your heart.

”I heard everything.“

Confidently, you faced the Mandalorian and noticed him staring at you.

You would have killed to know how he was feeling right now.

Was he furious?

Suddenly, the bounty hunter stood up and you felt his hand reaching out.

“Y/N... I-” He whispered, unsure of what he was doing.

”I am sorry.”

Without realizing it, the Mandalorian took a step towards you.

“Was it true, Mando?” You questioned, getting closer to him.

Bowing his head, he stared intently at the ground.

“What is true, Y/N?”

“You know what I mean.“

He cleared his throat, and you slowly searched for his gloved hand. Wrapping your fingers around his, you heard the Mandalorian let out a stuttering breath and his grip tightened on your hand just a bit. Staring at your intertwined fingers, and then looking up, Mando stroked your cheek tenderly, and you tried to enjoy his touch on your skin.

“I care for you, Y/N. You aren’t just my partner.” He whispered in your ear, almost touching your skin, and making you shiver.

”I know.”

“I care more than I should.”

Hearing the remorse in his voice, a single tear ran along your pale face.

“I care too.” You replied, your voice breaking in the process.

The Mandalorian caressed your face with his gloved hand, and then your lips, opening them slightly. You swore you could hear his halting breathing even though he had his helmet on.

“We should not.” He murmured with his mechanical voice, obvious desire in his tone.

“And why not?”

Without thinking about the consequences, you got closer to Mando, hoping he would change his mind.

You caressed his helmet, acting as if it was his skin against your touch. He took your hand away from his face, and fundled your chin with his hand.

“Y/N... I can’t.” He whispered, clenching his teeth.

Seeing him being so conflicted between you and his Creed made you feel awfully sad. You couldn’t ask him to choose. Never.

“I understand, Mando.”

Trembling, he stroked your cheeks again, enjoying your skin against his gloved hand, and secretly hoping the moment would last forever.

Sticking your tongue against your palate, you hoped you would not burst into tears in front of the Mandalorian.

“Y/N.” Mando said, wiping your tear away.

Pulling his hand away from your cheeks, you forced a smile and planted a small kiss on the side of the helmet, where his cheek would have been.

“Goodnight Mando.”

Without looking behind, you headed towards the bedroom where the Child was probably sleeping again. Tears were falling in your face, but you didn’t care. Maybe one day, you thought. But hope was a dangerous thing.

“Goodnight Y/N.“ Mando said, alone in the room.

He had never felt so lonely, even if you were just in the other room.

⬇️Chapter 2⬇️

[freakrenaissance]

This is perfect. We all know our boy is soft inside, but he can take charge, too 🤤 this was just the best blend of the two sides of our warrior. Love this

Never

Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut, a little bit of fluff, no y/n, rough sex, but it’s also soft, deviates from canon a little, din djarin has abandonment issues, the universe needs more soft din, dominant din meets soft din

A/N: Hi, all! In the middle of working on a few other mando one-shots I came up with this. I don’t know what it is about mixing dominant Din with soft Din but….anyway, I hope you enjoy!

The piston of his hips behind you was relentless, and burying your face in the heap of blankets on your makeshift bed was all you could do to muffle the screams that left your throat raw.

It was impossible to focus on anything else but the feeling of his cock splitting you open; not even your eyesight was functioning.

His hold on your hips tightened, pulling your backside up slightly and driving the head of his cock into your most sensitive spot. You mewled as your body lurched forward from the shock of the new angle, but Din’s grip barely let you move and inch.

“Easy, mesh’la.” he whispered.

One of his hands found its way to the back of your head to gather a fistful of hair, and when your face was pulled out of the blankets you realized you were incapable of making a sound, your throat completely exhausted.

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[jessiebanethedragon]

I Just Have to Get This Off My Chest

Din x Reader (SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 15) 

is the title the title of the fic or is it the explanation as to way i wrote this instead of the three essay’s i have due soon. Who knows? certainly not me. 

You had not felt well for some time. Every moment that was not distracted by something else allowed you to feel the pooling sickness in your stomach. Grogu was gone. 

You had cried only in private, hidden away in the forest of Tython, covering your tears with your hands and sobbing into the ground. Din had never felt so powerless, when you finally re-emerged from the wooded area, he said nothing of the invasion of privacy he’d committed via the sensors on his helmet. Instead he walked up the ramp of Slave I with you to leave the cursed planet. Maybe, you were thankful for Mayfeld’s incessant chatter. It gave you something to focus on other than the missing warmth in your heart that was occupied by the little green creature. 

“You still with us?” he asked, turning around and waving a hand over your face. It snaps you back to the moment, but the guilty feeling does not fade completely.  

“Yeah,” You breathe. And finally relent, pulling off the helmet for fresh air. Din turns his head ever so slightly to catch the way your hair becomes messy. “Focus.” he reprimands Mayfeld, you almost feel bad for the guy, you're both so on edge he’s driving with ticking time bombs, and that’s without the Rhydonium.

“Where.” Din demands, roughly pressing his hands into the gaps between the baggy fitting armor. One of the pirates landed a solid blow to your side and the mandalorian wont let it go. 

“Mando i’m fine.” You tell him, huffing when his hands get rougher trying to feel underneath the crappy empire issues durasteel. 

“Where did you get hit.” He demands again, hands landing on your shoulders and shaking you slightly. Mayfeld is right, Din is desperate. 

“Din…” You whisper side glancing to make sure prying ears are out of reach. “I’m okay, I promise.” You wonder for a second if you should put your forehead against his, something he’d done after the fight with Moff Gideon, after you thought you’d never see him again. You remember seeing him limp down with IG-11, barely alive in the darkness. You remember running to him without thinking twice, the stupid, stupid, mandalorian who would rather die than break his creed. The stupid mandalorian you know now you cannot live without. 

“Hey, you two might want to stop acting like a couple of DUM - Pit Droids because we’ve got a problem.” Mayfeld says jogging over to you both. 

“What.” Din snaps the unfamiliar hemet turning to the man at hand. You hate how it looks on him, it is strange, unfamiliar, so un-him that you’re longing for him to get the Beskar back on. 

“I can’t go in there.” He says gesturing behind him. “That’s Valin Hess, I served under him, I'll be recognized.”  You lean over to look at the officer, and then behind you into the open area. 

“The officers' quarters are close enough.” You think aloud. “Stay here, I'll drop a detonator. Distract them.” 

“No way you can make the trip without being caught.” Mayfeld argues. 

“Hey, I used to do this professionally. Let me handle it.” You tell him with a small smile, this is herding Bantha’s compared to your old job. 

“Kriffing spy’s” Mayfeld murmurs. 

“As far as the empire is concerned I’m still an official agent.” You correct him, and you turn to leave but a gloved hand wraps around your wrist, his iron grapes holding you back. You look at the unfamiliar mask, and slowly, Din loosens his hold and watches you go.

The hallways are always the same, no matter how many planets, or ships you were stationed on, the empire always looked the same, your boots always made the same sounds, and an uncaught rebel-spy always knew where she was going. Order, Mayfelds voice echoes in your mind, yes there is order here. But Grogu isn’t. And that’s what matters to you right now, nothing else but the poor child that you’d had the fortune stumbling upon on a Navaro recon mission. You praise your own inability to let go of the past, for without it you never would’ve been investigating the imperial outpost, never would have met a cold mandalorian and never learnt that he, in fact, burned brighter than any kyber crystal in the galaxy. 

The detonator rolls smoothly from your hand as you turn away from the barracks. Jogging back to the control center a soft smile on your face as the hiss and pop sends the familiar signals blaring. When the coast is clear you don’t stop running until you slide into the mess hall, and stop dead in your tracks. 

Din is gone. 

Mayfeld is standing over at least half a dozen bodies, save for one man who’s back is to you.  Your blood freezes when you make the realization as the helmetless man turns towards you. He has brown hair, and you can see where the helmet has ruffled his curls. The slight scruff highlights his face, and draws you in towards his eyes. His wonderful brown eyes. 

It’s the mandalorian. It’s your Mandalorian. 

You know you should close your eyes, but they can’t move from his, so many nights on the razor crest were spent wondering about the colour of his eyes.

“You ever seen his face?” The memory of Mayfeld in a different place at a different time floods you. The way he teased about how close you and the mandalorian couldn’t be, because you didn’t know what he looked like. Pressing you against the bars of the prison they’d trapped him in, laughing when you couldn’t even give them a name. Taunting your own life in front of you at the end of a blaster. “She doesn’t know!” Xi’an sneered as you fought against Qin pinning you into the bars, using you as a tool in his revenge.  It is as if you are meeting him for the first time again, the man in shiny beskar who had whispered his name to you after the incident involving Mayfeld himself. The mandalorian who ran his fingers over the marks the bars had indented into your skin. “Din. my name is Din.”

“I’ll go look… actually i’ll secure the roof.” Mayfeld stumbles through his words watching as you tear up at seeing, really seeing him for the first time. You choke on your word when he crosses the room stopping when he hears the small noise. Noticing how you finally seem to come back into yourself and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Cyare.” He says, sounding so different without the helmet on. 

“Put it back on.” You rush out. “I didn’t see, we’ll kill Mayfeld, keep your creed.” you know it’s a lie, but you say the words in a jumble anyways. 

“We were running out of time, this was my choice. Open your eyes, it’ll be okay.” Din reassures you. So you take a deep breath and listen to him. 

“You’re so handsome.” You say without thinking, because he’s stunning up close, where you can see every detail in full. Standing mouth slightly agape as you memorize your mandalorian’s face. Your hand goes to touch him but you stop yourself, Din notices of course, and guides your hand to his face. You were right. He does burn brighter than any kyber crystal in the galaxy. Heated honey to your touch. 

“I’m in love with you.” You’re learning many things about the man under the mask today, maybe it’s time he learns something about you. So you thread your hands into his hair and pour your love into a kiss. Din gasps, shocked, and part of you wonders if this is his first. But he reciprocates by moving his arms around your middle to bring you as close as possible to him.

When you part because of shots outside, he puts the helmet back on. And you immediately wish you had had a chance to kiss him again before he did.

[kyloxox]

The Bounty Hunter (Din Djarin x reader)

Summary: You’re a mechanic living in Mos Eisley with Peli. You stumble upon a lost child not realizing it belong to a mandalorian.

You were walking along the crowded streets of Mos Eisley. It was hot and dry as always but the sun seemed to unbearable that day. You entered a cantina, unable to walk along the sun any longer. Not sort after you sat down with a drink the room went silent. You turned your back to see what had entered the room.

It was a man plastered in shiny expensive metal. Baskar.

You immediately turned your back towards the bar not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. The bounty hunter walked up to the bartender, only a few inches away from you. You couldn’t help but glance over at him. He was almost breathtaking.

“I need a mechanic.”

“Do I look like a mechanic.” The bartender replied and went to the other side of the bar. The bounty hunter stood there for a second before he turned his head towards your staring gaze.

“You can find one north of town.” You quickly responded, looking ahead, not daring to look at him. He stood silent for a minute.

“Thank you.” He replied. He moved his hand over to your drink and placed a coin next to you. You just nodded in response. He then turned and left the cantina. You sighed a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. You quickly swallowed your drink and grabbed the hunter’s coin. You looked around to see he was already gone. You got up and exited the cantina to be met with the two suns setting.

You began to walk along the markets, beginning to think about the hunter. What was a man like him doing in Mos Eisley. There was nothing here for miles. You rounded a corner between to buildings, taking a short cut. It probably wasn’t the safest idea but you knew it would be shorter and you just wanted to get home. Walking along the slim way you heard something behind you. You turned and watched a pot rattle.

“Hello?” You breathed out. No one answered. You continued to walk but at a faster pace. “There’s nothing there y/n, you’re just imagining it. You’re just imagining it- Ah!” You let out a loud scream as something attached it’s self to your leg. You frantically looked down to see a little green alien at your feet. Your heart warmed at his smile.

“Awww hi little guy.” You said as you plucked him from your leg. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” You said giving him a soft smile and he giggled. You looked around the alley way to see if anyone was coming looking for him. “Are you lost? Did you loose your mommy?” You spoke in a baby voice and all the child did in response was grab onto the fabric of your shirt.

You looked up and realized you were on the other side of the alley way. As you walked into the streets of the now quiet market you kept looking at the child. You literally couldn't stop he was just too cute to not. You continued making small remarks to the child before you realized you bumped into someone. Before you even looked up you were face to face with baskar armor. Your heart dropped but you looked up.

“I’m-I’m...” The man’s arm immediately moved towards his blaster and you panicked “Please I’m sorry!” 

“What are you doing with it.” You looked up at him confused until the creature in your arms cooed. You realized that he was talking about the creature

“I-I-just found him in the alleyway I was trying to find his parents.”

“He’s mine.” The man’s hand moved away from the blaster as Mando began to calm down. He didn't want to scare you, he didn’t even mean to move his hand towards it, it was just instinct. You looked down and saw the child’s arms extended towards the bounty hunter, trying to grab onto him.

“Oh.” you whispered and held out the child towards him. Mando grabbed him from you and placed him in the bag he had around his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” You were trying your best to avoid eye connect and you felt your eyes glued to his chest.

“Oh it's alright. I’m sure it’s scary having your child lost and in the hands of a stranger.” Mando stiffened at the fact that you called the child, his child. 

“Thank you for finding him. And thank you for directing me towards the mechanic.” He remembered you from earlier. 

“Of course.” You looked directly up at Mando and your eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Mando felt something in his body unravel that he never felt before. Under the helmet he blinked his eyes a few times to try and free the feeling. “He’s adorable.” 

“Huh?” Mando looked at you confused but then the child giggled “Oh yea. He seems to really like you.” You looked down to see the child look up at you with bright eyes. 

“Oh thank you.” You awkwardly glance away from him. You didn’t understand why this man was making you become flushed. You can't even see his face. “Well umm I'm happy you were able to find him.” You smiled at him and he nodded. You turned and left into the direction of the mechanic base. As you entered you saw Peli working on a busted looking ship.

“Peli did a bounty hunter come by here.”

“Yes. Why?”

“Well I directed him here, so you’re welcome. I think that free advertisement should give me a raise.” You teased at her.

“In your dreams y/n.” You smiled and make your way over to his ship. 

“Maker he’s flying this thing?” You said to her. 

“You should have been it 2 hours ago. I think I did pretty well on it.”

“I’m surprised it flies.” You and Peli both turned your head to the sound of the door opening. The bounty hunter you had just spoken to 20 minutes earlier just walked in. 

“Well I fixed your ship. Now I need you end of the bar-” The hunter silently walks up to her and drops a bag of money in her hand and shuts her up. Mando walks up to where you are and stops as he reaches you.

“Pre-empire?” You ask him and he just nods. You feel a hand grab your leg and you quickly look down to see the green creature at your feet. You smile at him and pick him up. “You know you should probably keep a better on him.” The hunter harshly turns to you but his anger soon melt as he looks at your face and the child’s. 

“You’re a mechanic?”

“Of some sort.” You reply. Inside the helmet Mando’s lips twitch up. 

“I could use a mechanic. To help out with repairs. Lessen the need to stop from planet to planet.” You turn your head towards the man. “Maybe help out with the child.”

“Oh I’m not sure-”

“I can pay handsomely.” Your lips part. You debate the options in your head. 

“Ok.” You reply. The hunter nods his head.

“We depart in the morning.��� The man then takes the child from your arms and walks up his ship. You smile to yourself your heart fluttering with excitement. 

[couldyouimagine-that]

Missed You

Genre; Action, Fluff

Word Count; 1.3k

Warnings; Canon-typical violence/fighting

Pairing; The Mandalorian x Reader

Hii!! This is the first time I’ve written for the Mandalorian, so I hope I did him justice!

Masterlist

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You let out a cry of frustration as yet another blast clipped the wing of the tiny fighter jet you were piloting. The entire ship - what little of it there was - was shaking so badly you were barely able to hold the controls steady. You cursed as your pursuer fired the next shot, this time destroying the right engine entirely. Suddenly, the enclosed space was filled with an ever increasing number of red warning lights and now an alarm to go with it; the ship was going down and at this point there wasn’t much you could do about it.

Nav systems were down and had been for quite some time now and you were right out in the middle of nowhere with not a clue where precisely that was. You tried some evasive manoeuvres as best you could with only one engine, but you knew it was useless.

“Oh, great,” you bit out as the millions of stars around you started moving up as opposed to sideways - your second class ride was turning into a first class free fall. You cast desperate eyes over the galaxy around you, hoping against hope there might be some inhospitable planet, a piece of rock large enough to land on and hopefully get away from the ship chasing you. Then, you saw it. A small planet entirely unknown to you, but close enough by that you could control your descent to it. Or you could have done, if you lost the person that caused this mess. You took a deep breath, grabbed the controls then turned off your engines.

The scream that tore itself from your lips at the sudden drop was not unwarranted, even though you were expecting it. The planet you were aiming at quickly became larger and you noticed the other ship had dived to follow you, but they were lagging behind. Just before you entered the planet’s atmosphere, you fired up the engine once again, jamming it straight into reverse thrust to try and slow down in time. You yelled incoherently when it became apparent that you had left the slowing down stage too late. Clouds were rushing past you now and you could make out the terrain below you - green, forested and not ideal spot for any landing, especially one at this speed.

Teeth gritted, you pulled up from your descent just in time to avoid crashing into some higher ground. Then, your other engine started spluttering. Another curse left your lips and you decided the best course of action was to stay in the air as long as possible and give the jet the most time in which to slow down. When you finally crashing landed, the ship’s nose jammed between two centuries old trees and having been neatly thrown from your seat as an ejector function you hadn’t known existed kicked into action at the last minute, you let your eyes close for the briefest of moments in relief that you were still alive. They flew open again immediately however when automated blaster fire deafened your ears. Your pursuers were hovering just above your jet and had shot it to pieces. They then landed and an entire crew of miscreants started running after you, blasters raised.

Weaponless, you screamed then jumped back to your feet pelting away from them at top speed. All you could hope was that you came across civilisation, preferably some who knew how to shoot. Your feet pounded against years of leaves littering the forest floor, but your lungs weren’t burning; you knew what you were doing in situations liked this and you would not let yourself be killed like this. You could have laughed with joy when you saw the trees ahead opening up into a small village. About fifteen paces ahead of those chasing you, you leapt over a hedge and found yourself on a path between two bodies of water. And in the middle of a bunch of civilians. You yelled then as loud as you could for them to take cover, to get out of the way!

They scattered and in that moment, just up ahead and to the right, you saw a rack of blasters. You made a dash for it just as the shooting started behind you, grateful at least that it appeared to be focused on you rather than the villagers. For now, at least. You grabbed the best rifle you could see and flung your body around in the opposite direction, taking out the two attackers closest to you with a single, neat shot to the head. From there, it was easy. The other three had already stopped running and you took advantage of their confusion. Three more blasts and the whole thing was over with. You swung around again when you heard heavy boot steps running up behind you, aiming your rifle at head height and-

“Din?”

Your eyes widened in shock at the sight of the Mandalorian, wearing a new, gleaming set of Beskar armour and now wrapping a hand around the barrel of your rifle and pointing it away from his chest. His visor tipped upwards slightly as he took in the scene behind you from over your head, then looked back down at you.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, expecting that you were fine but needing to check anyway. You offered a wide grin and gave him a thumbs up with your spare hand. Behind the helmet, Din breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“How come you’re here anyway?” You continued, “also where-”

“Move it!” You looked over the Mandalorian’s shoulder as you followed the sound of the voice, soon coming face to face with a woman who gave off the immediate impression of a soldier. You glanced down at the tattoo on her arm, served with the rebellion, then back up again. She didn’t miss it. You introduced yourself and she did the same, a brief conversation revealing that she had been a rebel dropper and you had served unofficially, also for the rebellion. It turned out you had arrived just as the two of them were leaving, their fight for the local farmers having already been won. The three of you headed back to the transport Din had secured for himself to get back to his ship, just in time for you to hear something cooing from in amongst his various belongings. Your mouth almost dropped open when you realised it was a kid. The Mandalorian’s helmet inclined at such an angle that you could practically hear him daring you to say something. So, naturally, you did.

“You have a kid?” Cara alternated between smirking at you and waiting to see what the warrior would say.

“It’s not my kid,” he replied, turning away from your matching grins as soon as the child made another noise, not hesitating to pick him up and hold him to his chest. You and Cara shared a look, then she set off back towards the main village whilst you hopped on the transport vehicle with Din after you told him your jet was currently in an unsalvageable, smouldering heap. It was only when you got back to the Razor Crest, when the child was settled in a hammock the Mandalorian had set up over his cot and when the ship had jumped to light speed, that Din finally turned to face you. He said nothing, but you could sense that he was finally starting to relax and you gently reached over to him, laying a hand over the one he had resting on his chair. The man stood up then, pulling lightly on your hand until you stood as well then tugging you close to his chest.

A smile played on your lips as your arms encircled your companion, his own coming to rest across your shoulders and lower back. You leaned your cheek against the cold chest plate of the Mandalorian’s Beskar armour, letting your eyes close when you felt the gentle weight of his helmet on top of your head.

“I missed you, cyar’ika,” Din murmured softly, and you were standing so close that you fancied you could almost hear his real voice, unaffected by the helmet’s modulator. You whispered it back to him, enjoying the sense of safety and protection you always felt when you were together.

[djarins-cyare]

There are still some fics on AO3 that were never updated and continue to spell it “Dyn Jarren”, including @no-droids NSFW Alphabet for Rough Day:

And to this day, Google still associates that spelling with our tin can man…

Maybe in the movie, Gideon (the original one with the mustache, not the clone who was immolated on Mandalore (cuz ya know they’re gonna bring him back again)) will use Din’s blood that was pumped out of him in The Mines of Mandalore to make an evil clone of Din (clean shaven of course), and THAT will be Dyn Jarren??? 😭

okay do y’all remember in 2019 when the mandalorian season one dropped and the fics were also dropping like immediately?? and we all knew that mando’s real name was Din Djarin but for some reason we didn’t know how to spell it so for a long time all fics about him were with the name “Dyn Djarin” until like episode 7 came out or something and it was revealed it was spelled “Din” and everyone scrambled to change the spelling?? or did I just make all this up??

[javierpenaspinkshirt]

A Hundred Questions.

Mando x Reader - One Shot

Warnings: it’s fluffy and it’s soft and it’s a lil bit sweet. Loose Star Wars lore. Brief mentions of death. Dodgy formatting.

Words: 5.2k (woah, right?)

Summary: Mando is a touch starved man who just wants to be loved send tweet.

A/N: I wrote this while I was meant to be writing several reports for work so if you enjoy this soft rambling lmk so I can tell my boss I didn’t waste my whole day.

A Hundred Questions

It had been 6 months, you worked out, since you had met the Mandalorian.

He had landed on Jakku for supplies, knowing it was on an old trade route but also knowing it was only a mere few years on from the battle that had finally seen the Empire fall. He had assumed it would be largely empty and fairly quiet and he was right.

Mando had docked the Razor Crest in one of the bays you were overseeing that day. You’d had to stop your jaw dropping when you had seen him walking down the ramp of his ship towards you. You had seen a lot in your life, but never a Mandalorian. He had sauntered over to you and tipped a few credits into your hand.

‘I need some rewiring done’ his voice was gruff and tired, ‘will this be enough to get it done before I return?’

You looked at the credits in your hand, it was more cash than you had seen in years.

‘Absolutely’ you replied, ‘I’ll have her like new in no time’.

He nodded and walked passed you to leave. You turned to watch him go only to see what looked like a large green ear sticking out of the backpack the Mandalorian was wearing. You knew Mandos were often bounty hunters so you thought nothing more of it, only that it was none of your business.

You did your job and fixed up the ship as best you could. Your dad had been a mechanic before the war. He’d taught you everything he knew and though you had groaned and whined at the time, you were so grateful to him now. You had lost both of your parents and your siblings in the Battle of Jakku a few years ago. You had only survived because you had been underground working in the mines as the battle had begun. You and your fellow miners had hidden and waited out the siege. Eventually you had resurfaced to learn that the battle had been won by the Republic, but the fighting continued on for months until the last Imp dropped.

Mercifully you had survived the onslaught, but not everyone in your company had had your luck. Though you used the term ‘luck’ loosely.

The Imperial forces had arrived on Jakku months before the battle ensued, and in that time they had terrorised the locals. Your existence was an insult to them and they would assault and even kill residents simply for being there. But when the the last one finally dropped you couldn’t bring yourself to celebrate. You were on your own, and you had to get off this planet.

You had spent years working as a mechanic in one of the few lasting ship ports and had saved as much money as you could. You were hoping to be able to afford a small ship just to be able to get the hell away from Jakku and find somewhere, anywhere, else to be.

So when the Mandalorian returned from his trip for supplies you figured you would try and rinse him for a few extra credits. Every little helps, right?

He was walking with purpose towards you and the Crest, bag stuffed full of supplies and a tiny green child, like nothing you had ever seen before, waddling behind him.

‘Is it done?’ He asked, stopping to stand beside you and admire your handy work.

‘Yeah all done no problem, but I’m going to have to charge you for parts’ you wiped your hands on your overalls and put your hands on your hips to look up at him, hoping it made you look important and serious.

‘I’m not paying for anything extra’ the helmet turned to look down at you, ‘I asked for wiring, nothing more’.

His voice was low and gravelly. It made your stomach flip and you lost your cool.

‘Hey you asked me to fix what I could and I did, this thing is gonna fly better than it did when it was built, mate! I need the money for parts!’

‘Absolutely not’ was the only response you received before he bent down to scoop up the strange green child who was cooing at his feet, and began to walk aboard the ship.

‘Wait!’ You called, running up the gang plank to catch him ‘please! Please I need this, please! You don’t understand’ the desperation caught in your throat as you ran passed him and stood in front of him to stop him walking up any further.

‘Please’ you lowered your voice and looked around to make sure none of the other mechanics, or god forbid the boss, could hear you pleading, ‘please, I have to get out of here, I need the money’.

You couldn’t see his eyes, but you knew the Mandalorian was staring you down, making a judgment of you and deciding whether you were worth his time.

‘What are you like with kids?’

Your eyes widened, ‘excuse me?’

He held the little green child close to his chest and looked down at him. The baby cooed at him and made a little grabby motion at the helmet.

‘Can you look after a child?’

The truth was you’d never met a child you liked. You had had several siblings before the war and as the oldest you had often been stuck babysitting, and rather than hone any kind of parental instinct you may have had it had dragged it behind the barn and shot it dead. You adored your siblings of course, and you missed them endlessly, but you would rather have been their sibling than their surrogate parent. Children were your nightmare, but if the small green boy was your ticket out of here… Then you guessed you were going to have to learn to like him.

‘I can’ you agreed, ‘but I’m not a glorified babysitter y’know, I’m a mechanic and a damn good one!’

‘I know, you would be a valuable crew mate. I don’t need a babysitter, I need a mechanic and someone I can trust around the child’, his helmet dropped to look at the baby again. If you could have seen his face you would’ve seen the smile spread across it as he looked down at his little foundling.

‘Trust is very important to me’ you explained, ‘I promise I wont let you down’.

The Mandalorian straightened and sighed, ‘go grab whatever you need and meet me back here in an hour. If you’re not here, I will leave without you’.

Your eyes widened and you darted off the ship calling out behind you that you’d be back soon.

That had been 6 months ago. Since then you had been travelling with Mando and the little boy and it was the freest you had ever felt. You’d fallen into comfortable routine with your time split between him piloting and securing jobs and you maintaining the old ship, keeping her flying and keeping her safe. You shared taking care of the child and, despite your initial reservation, you had fallen in love with the little creature. He was different to human children, he needed more supervision than care and was capable of moving himself around the ship with alarming speed. He’d often sit beside you, fiddling with bolts or some of your tools while you fixed things and he’d watch with those big inquisitive eyes as you grumbled about the mess the wiring was in or rambled on with stories of your childhood. He made you miss your siblings but you pushed those painful feelings aside whenever they arose, instead choosing to tell the little one stories of happy times with your family, especially your dad. He would smile and cock his head as you spoke to him.

Occasionally Mando would listen from the cockpit if you were close enough for him to hear. You never really spoke to him about your family… but that was largely because he didn’t ask. Usually you’d sit with him of an evening once the child was asleep. He’d be in the pilot’s seat and you would sit behind him and ask him a hundred mindless questions. Sometimes he’d answer, sometimes he’d just grunt, but he enjoyed the way your mind worked. He had explained to you early on about the rules about his helmet and he had been relieved when you had immediately respected them. You would make the occasional joke,

‘Bet you’re a gungan under there’ you’d smirk.

Like he hadn’t heard that one before. But he didn’t mind because it was you. You would ask him about his armour, about the creed, you’d even once asked about his family. He’d revealed that he was a foundling but nothing more. You had got the hint and stopped your questioning.

This evening was no different. Mando had secured a job on some outer rim planet you’d never even heard of and you were only an hour or so away from landing. The child had nodded off so you’d left him in the cot in the hull where the two of you usually slept, leaving the door open so you could hear if he stirred from the cockpit.

You resumed your usual position in the co-pilot’s chair and started your usual barrage of questions. Mando grunted at most of them and answered a few.

‘So tell me then, Mandalorian’ you crooned ‘when was the last time you took the helmet off?’

‘This morning’ was the typically blunt answer.

‘Okay but when?’

He spun round in his chair to look at you, beskar glinting, ‘this morning when you were feeding the child’.

‘I’m gonna have to get sneakier if I’m going to ever catch a glimpse of you aren’t I?’ you chuckled.

He let out a gentle exhale. He knew you were joking, he trusted you never to look as you promised you wouldn’t. But he still felt a well of anxiety when you’d joke.

You sensed you’d gone too far and backtracked, ‘sorry I shouldn’t have said that, I was only playing. I would never, Mando. I promise, I owe you my life I’m not going to be the one to ruin yours’.

He cocked his head to the left gently and you hoped it was because he was smiling.

The truth was you hadn’t ruined his life. You’d turned it upside down a little but he didn’t mind. After the events of the last year, protecting the child, having to go on the run, having to face down Moff Gideon and almost dying… being out here with you and his foundling was the escape he craved. He had mentioned Cara to you briefly but he offered no detail as to the origin of the child or any stories about what had lead him to arrive on Jakku and meet you.

He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet and he knew you understood. Though you could question him for hours about all sorts of inane crap, you were good at taking no for an answer.

But the one thing you would bring up consistently was his helmet. He knew you were curious. You wanted to know who the man under the Beskar was and he understood that. He got to look at you all day, see the way you smiled at the child or the way your brow furrowed when you were thinking. He got to see your body, clothed of course, but he got to see the way your hips swayed when you walked or the way the muscles in your arms worked when you were lying down trying to fix something on the ship. You hadn’t even seen the colour of his skin.

He wanted to show you more of him. He had slowly and cautiously admitted feelings for you to himself but he wasn’t ready to admit them to you yet. In the last month or so he had started putting his forehead against yours, especially before he went to bed. You would get up to go down to the hull to curl up with the baby while he would stay upstairs in the sleeping quarters behind the cockpit. But he’d make a point of gently pulling you to him and putting his forehead against yours for just a moment. You never questioned it but he could feel the way your body would tense when he held your arms and then relax as he gently tapped the helmet against you. He didn’t think you knew what this gesture meant and he wasn’t going to explain it. But he hoped you were getting the hint without him having to say anything.

He was still looking at you, waiting for your next question of the night when there was an almighty thump and the ship shuddered violently. Without thought or hesitation you were out of your seat and down the ladder into the hull. The little one had woken up at the jolt and squealed as you scooped him up and ran back up to the cockpit.

Another clang and all the lights bar the dashboard control and the dodgy LED emergency lighting went out. The cockpit was dark save for the blue lights of the dashboard and the child squealed again and clung to your clothes. You sat down in the co-pilot chair and hung for dear life, holding the child as tightly as you dared.

‘Hold on’ Mando commanded as he threw the ship around, dodging what you could now see were meteors and space junk flying at the Crest at alarming speed. The planet you were headed towards was well in view now and you hoped to gods that Mando could get you there without doing too much more damage to the ship.

A few more minor knocks and a few hisses from the engines and Mando managed to land on a baron plain, covered with what must be ash, with no sign of a moon or sun and a dark cloud swelling.

‘This… is where the job is?’ You looked out of the window, holding the child up so he could see where his father had almost crash landed you.

‘Yes. Sorry I shouldn’t have taken my eye off the controls… the meteors knocked the lights and the heat out’ He flicked a few switches but to no avail and slumped back in his chair.

‘Can you fix it?’ He turned the chair to look at you.

‘I can but not until morning, its dark and I wont be able to see properly even with a flashlight. I’d have to go outside to see the damage but if I’m honest I don’t really wanna do that tonight… even with you standing guard’.

Mando agreed and stood up, ‘it’s going to be too cold for you and the kid in the hull tonight, you’ll have to stay in my quarters’.

A lump caught in your throat, ‘with you?’ You hadn’t meant for it to sound quite as eager as it did but it was out there now.

‘No’ was the matter of fact reply, ‘I’ll be here, I can sleep in the chair.’

‘No way, Mando, if you’re going on a job tomorrow you need to sleep, you can have the child in your room, I’ll stay here’ you stood up to make a point.

He sighed. The baby whimpered gently, he was cold. You held him close and wrapped him in the cloak you were wearing. It used to be an old cape Mando wore but it had been ripped and was way too short for him. You adopted it and patched it up and proudly wore it everywhere, it was your little piece of him. Now you used it to wrap the little one tightly to try and warm him.

The temperature outside was freezing and without the heat in the ship you would all be feeling the cold in no time.

Mando finally stirred, ‘I have an idea.’

You looked at him as he sunk down on to his haunches in front of you. He took hold of the loose end of the cape you were holding the baby in and took a knife from his boot. He cut a small length from the cape and held it out to you.

‘Take this. Go into my room, get the baby settled and get yourself comfortable. Then put this over your eyes and call for me’ he was so matter of fact about it that you didn’t question it, just did as you were told.

You had never actually been in Mando’s sleeping quarters before. It was a small room, no kind of decoration or homely nature to it, classic Mando. There was a single cot in the corner against the wall that you assumed he would make you sleep on, you knew him well enough not to fight him on that. You put the baby down on the floor, still wrapped in your cloak. His eyes were drooping and he was gently cooing to himself.

‘Getting sleepy, little one? You can sleep here, I’ll get you your blankets and we’ll make you a nice bed, yeah?’ You spoke to him softly and he lifted his little hand to you. You took his hand and gave it gentle kiss before zipping down to the hull to grab the blankets the two of you usually shared. It was freezing in the hull and you were grateful to Mando for insisting you slept in his room.

You went back to his quarters and swaddled the baby tightly. You put him on the floor at the foot of the cot so you could still hear him if he woke up but wouldn’t squish him or accidentally kick him out of the small bed in your sleep. He drifted off as you were positioning him comfortably, you thanked your stars.

You had grabbed a long tunic from the hull and changed into that, discarding your clothes and boots on the floor. You felt the cold and dived under the thin covers on the cot and put the makeshift blindfold over your eyes.

‘I’ve got the blindfold on’ you called, a slightly inappropriate thought raced to the front of your mind but you shoved it back before any damage was done.

You heard the door open and close and the gentle thud of Mando’s boots on the floor. The room was completely dark save for one small port hole on the far wall. You probably didn’t even need the blindfold, you couldn’t have seen him anyway! But you knew the blindfold helped his peace of mind.

You sat in the bed as you listened to the delicate, dull thuds of pieces of beskar being removed. You tried to guess what was what by the weight of the thud but you gave up after the third piece. Finally the quite clanging stopped and a heavy silence hung in the air.

‘You promise me you wont take that blindfold off?’ His voice was still modulated, the helmet still on.

‘I promise’.

There was a gentle hiss and a click and a quite thunk as he put the helmet down on the floor. You heard him move closer to you then drop what you guessed were blankets on the floor. You could hear him shuffling around, laying one blanket on the floor then covering himself with the other. He was still at last.

‘Good night, Mando’ you whispered into the blackness.

No response but an un-gloved hand reached up from his makeshift bed on the floor and gently squeezed yours.

Your whole body tingled. You couldn’t see him, or anything at all for that matter, but that was the first skin to skin contact you had ever had with your usually beskar-clad hero. You placed your other hand on top of his and squeezed back. That was enough for him and he removed his hand and you heard him wriggle a little until he was silent again.

What you didn’t know was that his heart was racing. He hadn’t felt the touch of another person for longer than he cared to count and it was all the more wild that it was you he had finally been able to touch.

But the memory of the last time he had had his helmet removed haunted him and clouded the joy he so wanted to feel. The flashbacks came occasionally; the explosion, the ringing in his ears and the blood. He’d had to tell Cara to take the child and to run for their lives. He had laid there in the rubble and dust, smoke filling the air and a droid, that would later go on to sacrifice itself for him, standing over him reasoning as to why it should take his helmet off.

In the end he had relented and allowed it to and IG had saved his life. But the trauma of the whole ordeal was still too fresh to ignore and lying on the cold floor of his room, completely exposed without any of his armour was almost too much to bear.

He wanted to sit up and slide himself into bed next to you and hold you, if for nothing more than comfort. He’d been alone for so long and suddenly he had a foundling, a family of friends, and a crew mate he wished was more than just crew. It was a lot to take in but you were pretty good at calming his nerves when he needed it. There had been a few instances when bounties had proven to be tougher than expected but you had always been there waiting for him to return, somehow knowing all the right things to say but you had never dared reach out and touch him, fearing it would offend or upset him. Really it was what he wanted most.

Sensing the restless body on the floor beside you you attempted to reach out and feel where he was. Your icy cold hand made contact with his bare shoulder and he hissed and shot away from you.

‘Shit sorry I didn’t realise you were so close!’ You whispered, trying your best not to laugh but a small snort escaped you and you clasped your hand over your mouth to prevent another.

‘What are you? Part Trandoshan? You must be cold blooded!’ his response was sharp but there was humour in it.

‘Trandoshan? Tall, fearsome, not a fan of Wookiees? You got me’ you giggled quietly again but stopped abruptly when you realised that was the first time you had ever heard his voice un-modulated.

You could hear him breathing slightly heavily from the shock and you took in every breath not knowing whether you would ever hear it without the helmet again.

He settled back down and calmed himself. The shock of the freezing hand on his arm had shaken him from his rapid thoughts of lava tunnels and enemy fire and left his heart racing again.

‘Are you really that cold?’ He whispered up at you.

You nodded but realised he couldn’t see you and rolled over so you were on your front looking down at him, ‘I’m from a desert planet, I don’t do cold! But I’ll be fine once I’m asleep’.

Mando formulated a plan but first he quietly sat up to look at the foot of the bed. He moved to his hands and knees silently and knelt down as he touched his hand to the child’s sleeping forehead. He felt warm enough, safely enveloped in the blankets you had wrapped him in and happily snoring in deep sleep. Mando smiled to himself.

Then, before you could ask a question or protest, Mando pushed you over to the edge of the cot and against the wall. His hands were warm as he gently scooted you over and awkwardly fumbled with the covers as he got in beside you. He was trying to be as quiet as possible but the bed frame creaked, only used to having to support one body.

‘You’ll wake the kid!’ You hissed.

He shushed you and flipped you so that your back was against his torso. He slipped an arm under your neck and draped the other over your ribs and pulled you tight against him. He reached up with the arm under your neck and gently checked the blindfold was still in place.

You smiled at his abundance of caution ‘it’s still there’, you reassured him ‘not that I could see you without it anyway, it’s so dark’.

He huffed gently and put his arm back down and held you close to him.

He was bare chest but radiating heat like a small thermal oscillator. You sunk into him not wanting to cause too much of a fuss in case you put him off and he went back to the floor. But you desperately wanted him to talk to you. You wanted to hear his voice and see what he sounded like when he laughed and you desperately wanted to know what he looked like. You knew you couldn’t see him and you wouldn’t ask to, but maybe you could feel him?

You began to wriggle as slowly as possible to avoid the bed squeaking too much and rolled yourself over so that you were lying on your other side, face to face with Mando. You made sure the blindfold was in place and put your hands down in the small gap between your bodies so as not to touch him with them and startle him with the cold again.

He still had an arm under your neck and the other now gently traced circles on your back.

‘Mando?’ you began.

He grunted back at you and you had to stifle another laugh. Even in the most intimate moment you’d ever shared his immediate response was to grunt at you.

‘Mando… can I touch you? Is that allowed?’

His breathing hitched and you felt him shift ever so slightly and you feared you’d done exactly what you were afraid of and crossed a line.

He moved his arm from your back and took your hands in his. His one hand was big enough to envelop both of yours and you had to smother another inappropriate thought before it blossomed.

‘Not until these are warmer’ he whispered giving your hands a squeeze.

You beamed at him and you hoped he could see you even just a little bit to know how happy you were at the possibility of actually being allowed to touch your Mandalorian’s skin.

He couldn’t see you, but your faces were close enough that he could feel the way you sucked in air in an excited gasp as he said it and he was sure you were smiling at him.

He carefully brought your hands up to his chest and rested them there, letting go and returning his hand to your back and pulling you closer still so that your bodies were touching, his chin resting carefully on the crown of your head.

You spent a few moments just taking in everything you could about him. His skin was soft but scarred. You traced scars and old wounds across his back and his chest. His shoulders were tough and knotted, muscular but tired from carrying the weight of the beskar pauldrons every day since he was little. Every scar told a story and maybe one day you’d be allowed to see them, not just feel them, and you’d be able to ask a hundred questions about how and where… but for now you just gently dipped your fingers into every mark that made him who he was.

You moved up to his neck and felt his heart rate racing as your hands edged closer to his face. You stopped just below his jaw and shifted your head up to look at him. As was normal to you now, you couldn’t see his eyes so you just stared where you hoped they were.

He gave you a timid nod and you breathed in hard as you slowly moved your hands up to his jawline. There was stubble, maybe a few days worth. You wondered if he shaved often? His jawline was sharp and defined, you had imagined it as such. You gently moved your fingers along it, taking in every dip of his mandible that indicated an old injury, every mark you could feel that could have once been a wound, and enjoyed the knowledge that even a proud warrior couldn’t always be bothered to shave.

You left one hand at his jaw and moved the other up his cheek, stroking it gently with your thumb, and moved across to his nose. It was pronounced but fitted the shape of his face beautifully. You would have to imagine how striking his side profile must be. There was a scar across it and little ridge at the bridge that suggested that maybe it had been broken once. You weren’t going to ask now.

You carefully traced a thumb over his closed eye, his eyelashes long and his eyebrows unkempt but not wild – a little like him maybe. You moved up his forehead, more scars and bruising, you wondered exactly how much good that helmet did him. Finally you found his hair and you ran your hand through it and pulled ever so slightly. It was longer than you imagined but not so long that he didn’t care for it. The fact it was at the length it was meant he must cut his own hair, that was enough to pull a smile out of you.

He felt you smile against him and he winced slightly, afraid you were laughing at his messy hair or his bruised face. You rubbed your other hand against his jaw.

‘What colour is you hair?’ The question was tentative, walking on thin ice and unsure how far was too far.

‘Brown’ he whispered, the bass in his voice making your soul leap a little.

You moved your hand back down to his eyelid, ‘and these?’

‘Also brown’ the whisper was even quieter now.

‘Mando, I think you’re beautiful’ you said it as sincerely as you could. You meant it.

He didn’t respond, just lay there still as anything, holding you against him.

You rested your palm on his cheek, feeling the stubble under it as he moved his head to look down at you. He put his forehead against yours as delicately as he could.

You could have stayed there for a hundred years. Wrapped in his arms, his forehead pressed to yours, feeling his breathing slow as his heart rate settled, his skin against yours.

But he moved, and you were afraid that was the end until he took his hand from your back and used it to tilt your chin up towards his face.

You felt his lips against yours and it was like an explosion had been let off inside you. It was tentative and cautious but he held your chin firm, not wanting you to move away from him. His lips were soft, a little chapped, but so undeniably him. Firm but inviting, hesitant but wanting.

He moved his hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, being careful not to knock the blindfold and broke the kiss. He put his forehead back against yours and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

You put your hands back on his chest and lay still with him. He would kiss you again but he would need a minute first. And that was fine by you. This was unchartered territory for him and you would give him as long as he needed. There would be time for a hundred questions later.

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

To Catch a Thief

Featuring one Detective Tim Rockford and a certain thief

Words: 1, 985

The thief had eluded me once more, outsmarted me like a fox. I’ve been staring at the board for hours now, hoping a clue would call out to me, but nothing was popping out.

Normally, I wouldn’t give robbery my time, it just being some petty thief liberating rich assholes of their treasures. But rich assholes are loud and make one hell of a fuss about their property being stolen. I would’ve written this off as some Robin Hood type vigilante except they skipped the give-to-the-poor part.

This thief has proven a challenge to me. He’s like a flowing river; always running, being one step ahead of me, and stepping into its current would surely sweep me away, so I have to stand on the shore and hope to build a dam in time. He’s stolen from all the big-name families, no rhyme or reason to his method. No evidence: not a fingerprint or even an eyelash left behind. It’s like he’s mocking me, a spectre always behind me.

Fuck, I’m tired. I’ve been staring at this board for too long. I should take my mama’s advice and sleep on it, come back to it with fresh eyes. Driving back home, I’m running on autopilot. The darkness greets me as I open the door to my empty apartment. Not bothering to even take my shoes off, I’m out like a light as soon as my head hits the pillow.

The morning wakes me up with her horrible city noises. I slept on my bad shoulder which I regretted as soon as I moved from my slumber. Not even a scalding hot shower could each the eternal ache. It just makes the ugly scar stand out further.

Arriving at the station, I walk into a hurricane of chaos. Another robbery in the night. Once again, the thief has gone under my nose, tickling me with that feather of mockery. There was not enough cheap coffee in the world to deal with this shit storm.

“Rockford, it’s bad. The Ashford’s were hit this time.”

“What was taken?”

“All contents of their safe.”

“Don’t these people use banks anymore?”

Of course, they were making an even bigger storm in the kettle of the interview room. Priceless jewels stolen; family heirlooms gone forever. These rich snobs have all the money in the world and yet they go for the cheapest security because who would dare to steal from them? I’d never say they were asking for it, but you get what you paid for. When you pay for nothing, you end up with nothing in return. I’m sure once their insurance kicks in, they can buy new family heirlooms.

I added this case to my ever growing board and wait for another clue to call to me, but my captain was on my ass about catching this guy. His wife must be friends with these high society types. He’d always brag about the fancy parties he’d attended the night before, sipping on champagne while the rest of us have to deal with cheap instant coffee.

Sipping this cheap swill, my team formulated a plan to set a trap. The Montgomery’s were having some fancy shindig, unveiling a new work of art they purchased for some amount of money that would’ve bought be hot meals for life. Art was the first thing stolen, must’ve had a love of it before going onto things much shinier.

The whole place was swept over like a vacuum cleaner, picking up any bugs of contempt. Security cameras installed and several officers placed around the party scene, uniforms apparently being a downer in the festive atmosphere. And because my captain was attending, I also had to be on alert.

I never understood the rich lifestyle, too much spending money on things that don’t make sense. Who needs a bathroom with two bathtubs? And who enjoys the salty crap of caviar served on a cheap cracker? Give me a roof over my head and a bottle of something alcoholic to ease my pain and I’m happy.

I had to admit my heart wasn’t in it tonight, not completely on the job. I felt more of a thrill in the chase rather than waiting for a mouse to fall into an obvious trap. I was sure nothing would come of this aimless escapade. I was handed a glass of something fancy, so I settled myself down on a chair out of the way of the noise and partook of my gifted libation. Well, liquid gold does have a taste to it.

“Detective!”

I don’t remember falling asleep, the only thing I do remember was being shook awoke by a passing officer. The thief struck again. The easel empty of its work of art. The only thing left was a note.

The first clue and it was deliberately left to mock me. So either he got cocky, or we were so useless at finding even a crumb, he had to start leaving us whole meals out for us. Again, no fingerprints, not even a cobweb was disturbed. Security footage returned nothing, the phantom flying through once again.

Until next time.

“Take this to get the handwriting looked at. Notify me as soon as you have something” I managed to pass the note to an officer, the lad managing to get out before my captain came barging in, all hell following in his wake.

“Rockford! What the hell?”

I quickly rubbed the sleep from my face, hoping he wouldn’t notice I was out in the land of nod when it happened.

“Rockford, how in the hell did this bastard manage to get past us again?”

“Honestly, I only have theories. We were the only ones who knew the plan. Someone must have ratted us out or, it was an inside job. I’ll have to question everyone in the team.”

“An inside job? What kind of crazy are you talking here?”

“It’s the only theory that makes sense.”

“Sense? Tim, when was the last time you looked in the mirror?”

“I avoid it when I can.”

“Well, you look like shit is what you look like. You know what? You’re off the case.”

That hit me like a freight train running a red light.

“Boss, you can’t take this case away from me. I’m close, I know it.”

“I’m sorry but, you haven’t been the same since the accident.”

“I only got shot, I’ve dealt with worse.”

“No, I made a mistake bringing you back too early. I thought a minor case would ease back in, but it’s spiralled out of control.”

“It hasn’t”

“Ten thefts! In the last three months! Ten families robbed of their valuables.”

A dark thought crossed my mind, but thankfully my mouth had control of itself before I could say they deserved what they got. Instead, I just stood there, head hanging in shame and anger.

“You need a bit more time off. Take a vacation somewhere nice.”

I would’ve told him where to take his vacation but decided drowning my sorrows to be a better use of my time. I grabbed a bottle of something on my way out. These rich folks neither minding nor caring whether they had a bottle less in their collection.

My apartment was still empty when I returned; the sunshine reminding me of the loneliness I was set to face. Half a bottle of alcohol in my bloodstream would soon cure me of that, making my brain forget the world existed. I welcomed the darkness like a hug from my mama.

Until I was rudely awakened by thunder. The night greeted me with a display of a thunderstorm Frankenstein would’ve welcomed in his madness. And a creature was on the prowl, making me aware that I wasn’t alone in my apartment. The goosebumps on my arms prickled, alerting me to a presence close by. Drawing my gun I proceeded to hunt down this bastard once and for all. He was a sneaky one, I admit, slithering away out of sight while tempting me with that Forbidden fruit. I swear I would just see him out of the corner of my eye, only to have him disappear as soon as I turned the corner. This twisted cat and mouse game was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of my phone.

“What?”

“Detective Rockford? I have the results.”

“Results?”

I nearly forgot what he was talking about.

“Yeah, we did a writing analysis on the note left at the crime scene.”

A sudden movement caught me by the corner of my eye.

“The handwriting doesn’t match any known criminals” he continued while I slowly approached the shadow, “All we know is that it was done on a notepad found in the house and used with a pen also found there. It’s one of those fancy fountain pens that leaks so the culprit would have smudges on his fingers but sadly no fingerprints.”

I had him now, I said I’d call back and hung up before getting a reply. He was here now, right in front of me. I raised my gun.

“Settle down there, don’t go shooting in here, you could hurt yourself.”

I slowly lowered my gun and stared him square in the eye, something about them strangely familiar to me.

“I have you now.”

“Yes, you do. But let’s have a drink first before you drag me in.”

He held up the once empty glass of mine, in smudges visible on his fingers.

“For a man who hates the rich, you sure do have excellent taste.”

“Cut the drabble, tell me how you managed all those thefts.”

“You know how I did it.”

The man in front of me was talking in riddles. Giving me puzzle pieces without showing me the picture.

“How’d you get in here?”

“You know how I got in here.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

Lightning flashed, showing his full form. I dropped the glass from my hand, it shattering on the floor. I didn’t remember being handed one and raised my hand in confusion, noticing ink smudges on my fingers. The thief raised his hand and I looked back into his eyes.

The puzzle pieces in my head were slowly being put back into place.

“Are you me?”

“No, I’m me, you’re you. We just, how do you say it? Have a lot in common.”

It was like looking into a mirror, literally. I’d been avoiding my reflection for months since I got shot, too ashamed to look at myself. My reflection must have taken a life of its own.

“There you were, defending some rich couple getting into their car, being held up by some petty thief. Then you, the good detective goes and gets shot defending their honour. And what do you get in return?”

My scar burned at the memory of it. I scratched away at it, so did he.

“All that pain and suffering, and not even a thank you. In fact…”

“They blamed me for letting him get away.”

The puzzle completed now; the picture came flooding back into your memory. All the pain and humiliation I was put through.

“A desk job was all I was good for when I got back to work.”

“A smart man like you being made to sit the day away in boredom? No wonder your mind started to wander.”

“A challenge was needed.”.”

“Only one you could solve. It was a fun challenge.”

“Fun indeed.”

“And you happened to get revenge against all those rich fuckers who left you to rot in the gutter.”

My smile was demonic now.

“It was fun to see their faces.”

“All to see that smile on your face.”

His smile matched mine. I thanked him with a nod, and he nodded in return. He raised a new glass and brought it to his lips. The whiskey tasted divine on my tongue.

[auty-ren]

The Offer: Chapter 8

Distractions

Pairings: The Mandalorian x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader, ClanLeader!Din x Reader.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Smut (oral (m), exhibitionism, rough sex, penetrative sex, public (outdoor) sex, doggy style, breeding kink, dirty talk). Descriptions of canonical violence. Implied injury. Talk of children/pregnancy. Fluff. Talk of death/’meaning of life.’ Honeymoon shenanigans. Two big idiots being in love. A little surprise for all the Mira stans out there.

A/n: I hope y’all are ready for some more world-building! We get to see a bit into Din’s past in this chapter, and shed some light on some possible ulterior motives. Second a/n at the bottom! Hope y’all enjoy💗.

Summary: Din and you finally didn't the time to slow down for a bit and you find out quickly that you weren't the only ones who had something planned.

The Offer Masterlist | My Masterlist

The stone beneath your fingertips was rough, pewter-colored grains gathering at the edge of the brick you sat on until you flicked them off with your finger. You squinted and watched the few larger pieces you could see as they fell to the ground, collecting just a few inches from your feet. A chunkier, darker colored boot came into your line of sight and you followed the path up his legs until you were met with the matte blue of Paz’s visor. You squinted through a smile as he tilted his head, blocking the sun from your face and gesturing to your boot.

“Do you like them?”

The leather squeaked as you flexed your toes in your boot, your foot turning to the side as you lift your leg a little to show it off. You nodded, a sheepish grin plastering across your face knocked your heels together.

Paz didn't have to ask where you had gotten them; they were brand new, a practically perfect fit, and made specifically for you.

“....at your husband's request.”

You shouldn't have expected less from Din, especially from the way he had reacted when the sole of your original shoe finally gave out. He had made such a big deal out of it; even after you told him it was fine, tossing them to the side and continuing with a simple pair of slip-ons you had. Din wasn't so quick to dismiss it, he picked up the boot in question and watched as the split in the arch grew wider and puckered when he squeezed it in his hand.

It was a surprise to find the new pair sitting on the table this morning, along with a note handwritten by Din. 

“These have been made for you at your husband's request. Please, take very good care of them. -Din.”

You could practically hear the playful attitude in his voice and picture the laugh he probably had as he wrote out the words. 

The written ink was smeared, the corners of the spare paper fraying, and some of the letters were hard to make out; but you loved all of it, every flaw and every second of care that Din had poured into such a simple thing. You had smoothed out any creases that had been left in the paper, being careful to not spread any of the ink further, and placed the note inside one of the books in the chest that sat at the end of your shared bed, another one of Din's gifts. It felt silly sometimes to hold on to such trivial things; but when you read the note again, one last time before putting it in the chest for safe-keeping, it didn't feel silly at all. It felt warm and airy and it tickled your cheeks with a feeling you had only ever had around Din.

“You don’t have to wait with me you know?” you peered up at Paz and tilted your head to mirror his. “I’m perfectly capable of finding him without you.”

“I know that Vod’ika,” Paz crossed his arms and leaned against the same wall you sat on. “I figured you would like the company.”

“Always,” you bumped your shoulder against his playfully, looking to the entry of the great hall just a few feet from where you sat.

It was quiet around the great hall, most people being respectful of the council and leaving an empty and silent place for them to work in. You stood from your seat, walking just a few steps in front of you until you were met with the adjacent wall, leaning forward and craning your neck to look at the sky.

“Did he say why he sent for me?” you questioned, though it wasn't bothersome on your end, it did make you wonder what was so important for Din to send someone for you instead of just looking for you himself.

“He only asked me to bring you to him, once the council had finished,” Paz gestured to the door. “They should be done at any moment.”

It wasn't a few minutes later that you found yourself walking the halls just a few steps behind Paz, Mandalorians passed the two of you; your path seemingly going in the wrong direction from the way they flowed down the hall. You nodded to the people who noticed you, most of them giving a simple acknowledgment of your presence; the few without helmets offering a smile.

Some stray voices carried through the halls, echoing off the stone and mostly indistinguishable by the time they found you. You followed Paz turning a corner where the voices grew louder as you stepped through the threshold of a doorway.

There was a long table that stretched across nearly every inch of the room, a few groups of people still lingering as they slowly filed out of the room. Din stood at the head of the table, speaking to an older Mandalorian who carried his helmet under his arm, his hair was greyed and worry-lines set deep into his features. Their conversation hushed as you and Paz neared, Din's helmet turning to follow the direction his counterpart had looked. He said your name softly, turning to face you better.

“As requested,” Paz joked as he stepped towards the other two men. “Took me far too long to find her, you should keep a better track of her, Djarin.”

You rolled your eyes at the laugh they shared, grinning as you watched the two of them shake hands and joke with one another.

“Cyar'ika,” Din turned to you and held his hand out to you. You took it and went to stand at his side, leaning towards him as your fingers intertwined. He gestured to the unnamed Mandalorian, repeating your name to him and introducing the two of you.

“This is Medrit, a member of our council and my mentor from when I was a youngling.”

You had seen Medrit around in the village before, mostly when you had sat at dinner with Mira; but you had yet to speak with him. His demeanor told that he was someone of importance, and the decorations that sat on his chest were a testament to that as well.

You smiled at him, nodding as he repeated your name and offered you his hand to shake.

“Din Djarin has told me much about you,” Medirt spoke, smiling fondly as he patted Din on the shoulder. “I'm sorry I missed your presentation and have failed to meet you before this.”

“Medrit and I have been busy.” Din sounded almost shy, something that sounded so foreign to you. Medrit seemed to agree, exchanging a look with Din that did not go unnoticed.

“But I hope to know you better, very soon.” 

He reminded you so much of Din, in the way he spoke and carried himself. You wondered if we're seeing a glimpse of Din's future, the thought of his hair greying at his temples bringing a smile to your face.

“I would like that very much.” 

-

Medrit and Paz said their goodbyes not too long after, following the last few people who remained out of the room. Din and you were left alone, save for the guards who were paired at the doors. Before you could think of asking, Din dismissed them; the two of them shuffling out of the room at his command and pulling the heavy wooden doors closed with a thud.

“You never told me you had a throne.” You teased him, pointing to the chair that was behind him. It was noticeably larger than the others at the table; made of the same wood, deep, rich in color with designs and phrases etched into the arch that served as the backrest. The chair wasn't much different than the rest, but you noticed it nonetheless, grinning at him as he shook his head.

 “It's not a throne, Cyar'ika.” You could hear the grin on his voice, his helmet pressing gently against your forehead as he squeezed your hand.

“You look beautiful.”

The leather of his gloves was warm against your face, following along your jaw until he pushed them into your hair.

“Your hair?” He questioned, his fingers pulling away once he noticed resistance.

“The children,” You smiled at the memories, shrugging a little when Din chuckled. “They wanted to practice.”

Some days it felt like there wasn't much you could do to contribute to the Clan. As much as you hated following Mira around as if you were lost, especially since you were married to their Alor; she never minded the company or the help for that matter.

You sat with her for lunch just outside the gated areas that served as the gardens, sitting on empty crates and sharing some of the food you had spent the morning picking. It’s where you met Korri, a sweet girl about your age with kind eyes and a quick tongue that kept even Mira’s smart mouth at bay. You noticed how Mira’s eyes focused on her when she spoke and the way their hands brushed against each other anytime they stood near each other. You didn’t mean to tease Mira badly but, you couldn’t resist seeing the meek expression that crossed her face when you questioned her about it. The two of you were alone and gossiping like schoolgirls over bushels of food; sorting the good from the bad once most of it had been harvested. Korri had joined you, fitting right into your conversation once the awkward tension had dissipated.

As you ate together, you watched as children ran around, playing games of their imagination, their laughter carrying through the gardens. You had learned a few of their names, becoming familiar with them as the times you helped Mira grew in number. Sometimes during your breaks they would come and sit with you, asking questions with an innocence that only seemed understandable because of their age. Most of them understand what your marriage to Din meant, and a few of the older ones had even made a habit of calling you their Alor; a title you knew they used with no real bearing but was a little joke between you and them.

And of course, when one of them came up to you and begged you to let them practice on your hair, you had no resolve to tell them no.

They were careful, as careful as someone so young could be; twisting sections of your hair into different patterns until they found one they liked. Eventually pulling most of it back from your face and securing it with a tie. They insisted on picking some of the small clusters of wildflowers that grew along the fences of the garden and putting them in the ties of your hair. You sat and let them work for as long as they liked, thanking them and making over their handy work as they giggled at your praise.

The children were all very sweet, and some days you looked forward to them following you while you worked, enjoying their company no matter how tedious it could be.

“You look beautiful.” He repeated the sentiment from earlier, his voice just barely above a whisper.

You pressed yourself up against him, your hands resting on his chest while his arms fell to hold onto your hips. You tilted your head, batting your eyes as you looked up at him with a pout.

“Kiss me.”

He groaned a little, squeezing his arms tighter around you.

“Not in here, Cyar'ika.” he sighed, his breath hitching a little when you leaned to press a kiss on the spot where his chest and neck met. “I can't.”

You nuzzled your nose in his skin, dragging your lips up and down and leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. His fingers dug into your flesh, his hands flexing sharply as your nails running gently down his chest, stopping at the signet that cast his belt.

“Sit down, then.”

You pushed his shoulders, watching as he followed your direction and sat in his seat; his thighs spreading naturally as you kneeled in-between them.

When you finally put your mouth on him, he had nearly shot straight out of his chair from how hard his hips bucked. He was wound tight, his cock hard and throbbing under your touch from you teasing him; running your nails over his skin, and mouthing kisses onto his tummy, just barely ghosting over his groin.

He moaned your name, the sound practically melodic even through the metallic filter of his helmet, as you locked eyes with him. You guessed about where they'd be under there, imagining the vivid, dark color of his irises as you had seen them just this morning.

“You look so beautiful, Cyar'ika.” He groaned when he hit the back of your throat, choking out a curse as you slowly pull your mouth back up the length of his cock. “Taking my cock like this.”

You pulled off him with a wet pop, giving a few sweet kisses to the tip before wrapping your lips around him again.

“I don't deserve you, sweet girl.”

-

“We'll make it on foot, but it'll take a little while to get there.”

“You still haven't told me where we are going.” You released the strap of your bag to grab Din's hand your finger intertwining and your paces synchronizing as if from memory.

You had been walking on this trail for a while, it was one you had never been on before, but Din seemed to know where he was going. So you followed him, watching over your shoulder as the village slowly disappeared into the treeline behind you.

“That is the point of a surprise, Cyar'ika.”

A surprise.

Although it had been almost three months since you had married him, Din still surprised you. Sometimes in the form of his words, his actions, and sometimes with gifts; all things you told him weren’t necessary but he insisted on giving to you, his way of making sure you were taken care of. Of all the things Din could be, he was protective and caring in ways you had never realized could be so intimate with another person.

You knew he would kill for you, and you were sure he had threatened that before.

You had never brought it up, but you knew Din had threatened Kron the night of your presentation. You could count on one hand the number of times you had seen him since, a stark contrast to how he seemed to loom over you in the months prior. While you knew Kron deserved every word that Din had spoken to him, part of you couldn’t help but wonder about it. You were happy to put the experience behind you but part of you worried that it was about something that laid below the surface. You had never even known why Kron had even shown interest in speaking with you in the first place.

“That man, Kron,” you spoke before you had even decided if it was best to bring this up. “Why do you think he hates me?”

He didn’t say anything at first, taking a moment as if he needed to collect his thoughts, the gears turning under the shin of his helmet as he figured out what to say.

“I don't think he hates you, Cyar'ika.”

You scoffed, earning your hand a squeeze as he turned his head to look at you.

“Well, I would've believed otherwise.”

He stopped fully, your hands still connecting the two of you when you stopped just a second after he did, turning to face him. He sighed, breath coming from deep within his chest and causing his shoulders to raise with the force of it.

“He's angry with me,” he paused, still gathering his thoughts as if he needed to decipher what exactly to tell you. “and he never should have taken that out on you.”

“Why would he be angry with you?”

Maybe it was better to drop the subject, but you couldn’t help the curiosity you felt; an itching feeling that got worse with every word Din said.

“Because I beat him.”

The Mandalorians had a particular way of running things, traditions, and governments that sometimes dated back farther than anyone could remember. It didn’t surprise you that it wasn't a matter of electing someone to become their leader, they had to prove themselves just like they did as a child.

“Our leader before me was a wise man named Goran.” Din paused for a moment, leaning his head back until his visor pointed to the sky and then dipped to look at you. “When the time came, he had no children, successors to carry on his line.”

Shortly after the Verd’goten, The elders had announced that the future chief would be chosen from younglings hand-picked by the council. There were days, weeks dedicated to the trials that had been prepared for them; tests of their skill as a leader, a warrior, a Mandalorian. Something like that didn’t happen every day, and nearly all of the village watched as each of the candidates were tested; it became a game of sorts.

Both Din and Kron had been chosen by the members of the council, both of them had succeeded at nearly every challenge and in the final weeks, they were the only two competitors left.

“He was a few years older than me,” He started walking again, pulling you along with him as you listened to him retell it. “Much bigger and more experienced than I was. I think everyone thought he would be chosen.”

The story Mira told you when you first asked about Din was true. As a final test of their strength, both were sent on a hunt; they needed to kill the Mudhorn that had been terrorizing part of the village. Taking down such a creature would be the ultimate approval of a warrior’s capability and skill, and their willingness to protect those who are innocent. 

Din had won.

The night he had made his way back to the village, carrying the horn of the beast over his back as evidence of his victory, he was welcomed with open arms. The celebration has lasted for a week and at the end of it, he was crowned the new chief.

“You are the only living thing that has seen my face, since.”

The tenants of his creed had been solidified then, with status came the change and responsibility greater than most had.

“How old were you?”

He hesitated, almost as if he was ashamed to admit it.

“Fifteen.”

“You were just a child.”

“Maybe, so.” He looked at you, his free hand coming up to squeeze the fingers still tightly wrapped around his bicep.

“It must have been hard on you, having enormous responsibility so young.”

You could never imagine the burden Din had to carry and to have it from such a young age; sometimes you had no idea how Din had survived for so long on his own.

“This is the way.”

You placed a kiss on the pauldron of his shoulder, right over the Mudhorn signet that had been molded into the beskar, laying your head against the cold metal as you walked in silence again.

There may never come a time when you fully understand Din's creed, and even if you sometimes thought his life would be easier without it, you never wanted to disrespect his beliefs. You would be there for him, even when you disagreed with his reasoning. Making sure he didn't carry such a weight single-handedly anymore was the only thing you concerned yourself with; Din knowing he didn't have to do this alone anymore was all that mattered.

“One day my time will end, and there will be someone to take the helm just as I did from him.”

You had talked about things like this with Din before, most of the conversation happening in the late hours of the night as you tried to find sleep; you talked about a future, the life you wanted to lead with him, and what would become of that. And want the end would look like.

“I don't want to think about that.” You dismissed him, looping your arm around his tighter and pushing any sort of similar thought from your mind.

“All things must come to pass, Cyar'ika.” His tone was gentle, the words almost lost from how quietly he spoke them. “One of our children will be the next to lead us, and I will die at peace knowing they are prepared to take my place.”

“Our children will be lucky to have a father like you to teach them,” you smiled, shaking your head as you looked at him. “I don't think there's much I could do.”

Din slowed his steps, pulling his arm from your grip and he stood in front of you again. Something in him changed, his demeanor much sharper, determined than what it had been before.

“You have overcome so much in your life, Cyar'ika.” He was quiet again, his words carrying an emotion you could feel as he stepped closer to you, the space separating the two of you falling away to practically nothing.

“Just because you have never wielded a weapon in battle does not make your life less honorable.”

He guided your gaze back on him when it fell, his knuckles gently running along your jaw and tapping against your chin as a request for you to look at him.

“Never degrade yourself from anything less than deserving.”

Din had a way of saying just the right thing, it was as if he had time to carefully plan every single word before it fell from his lips. You smiled up at him as he held your face in his hands, the leather of his gloves contrasting the warmth that you felt in your cheeks.

“If our children are half as kind as you are, Cyar'ika….then I know we will have done something right for them.”

-

“Don't look.”

“I'm not.”

You couldn't help but giggle at how silly this felt; the kind of feeling that was light, and innocent and left butterflies that swirled inside your stomach when Din laughed at you. 

“See,” you squeezed your hands dramatically over your face, trying to prove you had no intention of breaking your promise. “I can't see a thing.”

Even with a half-hearted attempt at reassurance, Din wasn't convinced you'd keep true to your word.

“Yeah?”

You felt the soft fabric of a blindfold cover your face, you slipped your hands out from under it as Din tied it in a knot at the back of your head.

“I think I know you better than that, Cyar'ika.”

His arms wrapped around your waist and hauled you off the rock you had taken a break on.

“A girl can try can't she?” He spun you around until you faced in the other direction, setting you down as you gripped his biceps to keep your balance.

“Maybe,” he turned around, and you heard the sound of him moving around a little bit, then his unfiltered voice hit your ear. “But then you'll ruin the surprise.”

He took the bag from your shoulders and you reached out for him blindly, your belongings hitting the forest floor with a dull thud. He held on to your wrists and gave you a quick kiss on the lips before he lifted you into his arms. One of his hands settled underneath your knees, while the other wrapped around your waist.

You couldn't tell why Din had brought you out here, you couldn't see much as the path disappeared under your feet, the worn cut that had been made on the forest floor blending back into its surroundings. Din had insisted you close your eyes as soon as you reached the end, and he guided you to sit and wait until he was ready. The trail had led to the start of a hill from what you could tell, the sun shining brightly on the other side and casting both of you in a shadow as you stood at its base. Din grunted as he started up the hill, and you dug your fingers tighter into his furs as you shifted in his arms.

He carried you to the top; even with you commenting on how capable you were at walking he just ignored you.

“This is about you, Cyar'ika.”

“About me?” You could feel the sunlight pass over your features from behind your blindfold, warm and kissing your skin as you grinned up at him.

He sat you down once he passed the top, helping you balance yourself against him with his hands still roaming your sides. He turned you around with a kiss to your lips, your back pressing against his chest.

“Are you ready?”

He pressed his lips into your shoulder, trailing sweet kisses up your neck until he reached your ear; his voice rumbling deep in his chest as he whispered the words into your skin.

“I hope.” 

There was a nervousness that settled in your stomach, an excitement that flooded your veins but left you woozy as you leaned against him. You felt his hands reach for the blindfold, loosening the knot and letting the soft material fall away from your eyes.

It took a moment for you to adjust to the light, the sun was bright and hovering over the horizon, bathing everything in a beautiful golden glow and you shuddered out a breath when everything came into view.

It went on forever, large stretches of meadow littered with pinks and reds that swirled in gentle patterns; flowers of every kind dancing around your feet and tickling the skirt of your dress. You could see the colors vividly under the brightness of the setting sun; blooms that were full and in every shape imaginable stood at your fingertips.

“Do you like it?”

You felt him smiling against your skin, peppering small kisses along your jaw and cheek.

“It's wonderful.”

You turned in his arms, your faces just a hairbreadth away from one another as a question burned on the tip of your tongue.

“Din, how did you-”

“It's yours.” Din cut you off, his hand cupping your jaw while his thumb gently ran across the apple of your cheek.

“Mine?”

He held onto you tighter, and you felt like you were gonna burst; your chest swelling with the immeasurable feeling you got every time he looked at you.

“I’m giving it to you.”

You could see the warmth hidden behind a heavy-set brow, his irises a deep, rich color that sparkled with golden flecks of sun and left you breathless. His kiss was soft and left your mouth burning in the wake of his touch, your hands threading through his hair and pulling him deeper as your lips slotted together.

“Every year, that is the trail we use when we go on our hunts,” Din explained pulling away just enough for the words to slip past his lip, his palms still caressing the side of your face.

“And every year we pass by this meadow without so much as a second glance.”

Your hands wandered to hold Din’s arms, your fingers trailing along the length of his forearm until they came to rest at his wrists. He smiled as you squeezed them in your palms, your forefinger tracing tiny patterns on the underside of his arm.

“But this time, Cyar'ika, all I could think about was you.”

You felt tears brimming at his words, and when they finally rolled down your cheeks he brushed them away; catching them with his thumb as they fell from your eyes.

“So I'm giving it to you.”

He kissed you again, his mouth heavy against yours and his touch like molten that left a gentle burn underneath your skin. His taste was practically burned on your tongue by the time you pulled away from him, your threaded fingers the only thing that stayed connected as you led him deeper into the meadow. He was impatient, stopping you much sooner than you had planned, your chest colliding as he pulled you back to his arms. Warm, wet kisses trailed over your neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive spot on your shoulder, making you groan in his ear. You gasped as your hands ran over his back, your nails scratching lightly and traveling to pull the curls at the base of his neck.

You don't remember how you got to the ground, it doesn't even register that you're moving until you feel the solid earth beneath you, pinned by Din's weight. His hands felt like they were everywhere at once, warm, and calloused against your skin once he removed his gloves. They pulled at pieces of your clothes, your own hands going to pull the latches that held Din's cape.

“You want to give me warriors, Cyar'ika?” He growled into your ears, your bodies rutting against each other as you desperately tried to strip yourself of enough layers to have each other. “Be my sweet Riddur and bare my children?”

Din chuckled at the completely sinful sound that left your lips, half-concocted strings of pleas spewing from your mouth; begging for him to touch you, to kiss you, to fill you to the brim with everything that was him.

“Let me breed you, sweet girl, as a proper husband should.”

He wasn't gentle when his hips finally rocked into yours, but it felt so blissful; like your body was tingling with excitement and about to burst with each cant of his hips. 

Your knees dug into the dirt beneath you, the material of Din's cape doing nothing to cushion you from the weight of his thrusts; the sound of your love-making the only thing that could be heard over the moans you shared.

He clung to you as if his life depended on it, kissing every inch of you he could reach and gripping you hard enough to leave imprints of his hands on your skin.

He swallowed the screams that laid on the edge of your tongue in a kiss, his fingers circling your clit as you ride your high over and over again. You were so sensitive when he had finally finished, your nerves heightened and your cunt glistening with the mixture of your releases.

You shared ‘I love you’s between slow kisses, your lips swollen and sensitive as he nipped them between his teeth. You held him close, burying your nose in his hair as you lay beneath a painted sky, every color imaginable dancing above you as the world continued slowly from day into night.

-

There was hardly a shred of sunlight left in the sky as you made your way back to the village. Din all but led you, the darkness making the forest a little more difficult to move through; your fingers gripped any piece of his clothing you could reach, clinging to his side as if you were afraid he'd leave you behind.

He chuckled a little bit as one of your hands gripped his cape, the other landing on his bicep and walking directly behind him, your head resting on his shoulder blade. You let go of him as he tapped your hand, stopping in his tracks to brace himself and telling you to climb into his back. You hesitated for a moment, you have no idea how much longer it would be to get home; there was no way Din could be comfortable carrying you for that long.

“Come on, Cyar'ika.” He turned his helmet to look at you, what little moon that was out tonight glinting off the visor. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, jumping when he told you to and moving with him as his arms helped you settle on his back. He walked a little slower but he still seemed to navigate the trail better than you. You could feel the breaths he took from under his helmet, his chin peeking out from under his helmet from your angle. You laid your head against his shoulder and hummed as you squeezed his neck tighter, your finger sticking out to tickle him along his jawline. He flinched slightly, huffing out a laugh as he groaned out a meaningless warning. You settled your cheek against his pauldron, looking out as slopes of land started to form under the faint shine of the moon. The night was still around you, the only noise that registered being the thump of Din's boots on the ground and the faint sound of a broken breeze that wafted through the woods. You could see lights from the villager's home through the thinning treeline, the mountains that served as the backdrop of your home glowing with blue hue under the moonlight.

“We're almost there.” You commented, pointing a finger in the direction of the village.

Din slowed for a second and lifted his head to follow your hand, commenting on your ‘good eye.’ You huffed and held on tighter to his neck, trying to hold some of your body weight up to make it easier for him.

It didn't take much longer to reach the edge of the forest, the homes of the village much closer and more lively than they had looked from a distance.

There was something uneasy that washed over as you slipped from Din's grip, your feet landing flat on the ground that felt alive underneath you. The earth was rumbling, hardly noticeable but it tickled you through the soles of your boots as you stood still. You look over to find Din looking towards the village, his hand reaching out for you and pulling you to stand behind him. He held onto your hand with a bruising grip as if he were afraid you would slip through his fingertips.

It hit before you could ask him what was wrong, a blinding light that knocked you to your feet and left you scrambling against the dirt beneath you. There was a pounding inside of your head, a deafening sound that was shrill and left ringing in your ears. Your head was spinning as you tried to sit up, fighting against a heavy weight that kept you pinned to the ground. There were sounds of voices, muffled yelling that barely registered as you blinked up at the sky. 

The canopy of the trees was glowing in shades of violent reds that swirled around bellows of smoke. Your body felt heavy, every breath that passed through your lungs burned as you pushed against the pressure that held you down. You tried to move again, your arms limp and scratching against the dirt as shadows passed over your face. Some limbs seemed to move with yours slowly, with heavy hands bumping yours in their search for purchase. And then the weight was lifted, your vision blurring at the sight of Din's silver helmet. His hands held your face, words falling from his lips that were suffocated by the chaos that roared around you. Your eyes felt heavy, every time you blinked it was like heaven to have them close for just a second longer.

You looked at him, watching the colors dance across the profile of his helmet with words stuck on your tongue; sentences lost in the confusion that had settled over your mind. He was still talking to you, his arms sliding under your body to haul you off the ground; the remnants of a promise hitting your ear as your eyes finally closed.

“.... you're gonna be okay.”

Translations:

Vod’ika- Little sister

Alor- Leader, chief

Verd’goten- Mandalorian rite of passage

Riddur- Spouse, Husband/Wife

A/N (pt2): Y’all remember when the reader talked about how much she liked flowers because its something she remembers from her childhood??? Well Din did.

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[jedijesi]

Mando: I can give it to you warm, or I can give it to u cold

The Child: *coos and points*

Mando: *Hands The Child his blue milk*

[certifiedskywalker]

Trust Me - Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

shazam-levi

I don't know if you've already gotten this request, but I'll tell you anyway. Could you set it during episode 8 when they are battling moff gideon and when mando almost dies the reader force heals him. He tells her he loves her since he thinks he'll die but she stays and saves him. They already have feelings for each other, but both finally confess after the battle. Lots of fluff and angst. Please let me know if this works!

AN: Made a slight change in the request but I hope that’s okay. I don’t like the idea that Din just says “I love you”. I think Din shows his love rather than verbally addressing it. I hope you get the romantic subtext!

“We’re not leaving without you,” Cara snapped, her stern features pointed at the Mandalorian, at Din, who lay against a slab of stone rumble. 

“You need to protect the Child,” he choked out. 

You cringed at the sound of his hoarse voice. The modulator in the mask did little to make him sound the slightest bit hopeful. You leaned towards him, resting a careful hand on his helmet. Even without closing your eyes or actively communing with the Force, you could feel the severity of his wound. Din’s visor turned to face you.

“Y/N, please,” the desperation in his voice made your chest ache. “Leave me here...get him out of here.”

You shook your head at his order. You could never follow through on such a demand had been through too much with Din to just leave him to die alone. There was something you could do, you had to do, even if it meant exposing yourself. If Din was willing to trust you with the trust, you could trust him with your truth. “I can-”

“Whatever we’re going to do we need to do it fast,” Greef said, panic lacing his tone. It was hard to hear the ex-magistrate over IG-11 as the droid cut the sewer grate out of the cantina wall. “They’ll be coming in any-”

The roar of sudden flames cut Greef’s warning short. Heat washed over you like a dry wave of doom. You turned towards the door where a red detail, armored trooper lurked, a fire-turret in hand. The sight alone was enough to throw you back to the past.

In your memory, you heard the blaster-fire of Republic issued rifles as Clones fired on you and your Master, Stass Allie. The heat, so horribly similar to the deserts on Saleucami. Your forced your eyes shut and took a calming breath. Slowly, your heart rate steadied and you pulled yourself back to the present. There was no time to hesitate or get caught on past phantoms; there were people with you now who needed your help.

“Protect the Child.” Din’s voice was weak, a barely-there sound. Whatever he was clinging to was wearing thin. You opened your eyes and pulled your hand away from Din’s helmet. “I can fend them off...let you escape.”

“No,” Cara protested just as the pyro-trooper returned in the burning doorway. You looked over and felt a shock of adrenaline run through your body. Waddling confidently up towards the scorched remains of the cantina entrance was the Child. Before you could lunge towards the creature, the trooper released a fresh flame from the turret. 

With wide eyes you watched the Child raise its tiny hands up towards the racing fire. You felt a gust of pure power in the Force, the kind that you once felt as a youngling with Master Yoda. Sensing the Child’s strength and intentions, you threw yourself over Din’s chest in an attempt to protect him from the incoming heat. You felt one of Din’s arms around your waist as if he wanted to press you as close as possible. When flames didn’t envelop you all, you lifted your head from Din’s chest and smiled.

The Child, conducting the Force through his fingertips, was keeping the fire at bay. Strength of that degree was incredible, let alone the fact it was a young creature wielding it. You watched, wide-eyed and proud as the Child pushed the fire back toward the pyro-trooper. With a blood-curdling scream, the trooper burst into flames and crumpled to the ground. Threat gone, the Child fell back to the ground completely exhausted. 

You crawled over to the creatures’ slumped form and scooped him up in your arms. Careful not to trip or wake the Child, you walked back over to Din. Upon sitting at his side, Din reached up and brushed his fingers along the creatures’ ear. Before you could speak up, Din’s moving hand clutched your arm. He gave it a squeeze, the touch enough to pull your eyes to his helmet’s visor.

“Let me die a warriors death,” he choked out. You felt a burning in your eyes, the threat of unshed tears. Without hesitation, you shook your head.

“I’m not going to leave you,” you replied. As you spoke, the clanging kicks of the IG unit filled your ears. With one final metal crash, the way to escape was open.

“It’s open! We have to go!” Greef shouted and you looked up. He was already filing into the cramped tunnel passage while the rest of you lingered. Even the IG unit waited, red optical receptors trained on the Child. In a flash, you stood and held the Child out to the droid.

“No,” Din coughed, but you ignored him.

“Take him and go, we’ll be right behind you.” Without questioning your order, the droid took the child and followed after Greef. Content with your choice, you turned and face Cara. “Can you go with them?”

“What about him?” Cara tipped her head toward Din. 

“I’ll take care of him.” The shock trooper’s dark brows furrowed together but she stood anyway. Cara gave Din one last, worried glance before walking past you. As she moved, she grabbed your shoulder.

“Don’t let him…”

“I won’t.”

Cara nodded gratefully and you turned to watch her as she followed the droid into the sewer. When the four of them were out of sight, you rushed back over to Din. You crouched down at his side and took his hand in yours. His helmet turned to you and you could feel his life, ever-present in the Force around you, begin to wane. 

“Why are you doing this?”

You ignored the truth that threatened to spill out of your mouth and answered him with another question. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” There was no delay in his reply; no pause or doubt. The trust between you and Din was deep, akin to the trust between you and your late Master only stronger. You gave Din a half-smile and hoped that, beneath his helmet, he made it whole. 

Just as you were about to continue, the cantina entrance became to crumble. The stone ceiling fell in, blocking the doorway to the village outside. If you did manage to patch Din up, the sewer would be the only way out of the ruined building. You turned your attention back to Din and found his free hand reaching out to you. For a moment, you considered pulling away, letting him go out in the Mandalorian way. But your Jedi way would not allow you to leave him behind; that, and your heart, your feelings for him.

“I need you to take off your helmet.”

“It’s forbidden,” Din said, without missing a beat, “no one has seen me since…”

“I won’t see, not really,” you explained, “I’ll have my eyes closed.” 

You could feel Din’s nervousness through the Force but the trust he had in you eventually won out. Slowly, you watched Din’s gloved hands reached up towards his helmet. A quick, thankful smile danced along your features before you closed your eyes. The hiss of the helmet’s release echoed in your ears and you found yourself fighting temptation. You wanted to see him, really see him, but you had made a promise.

Instead, you reached out, let your hands brush against his matted hair. He was sweaty and you could feel him pull away from your touch, only for a moment before relaxing. The weight of his head fell against your hands. It was then you felt the blood, all thick and warm. You took a deep, shuddering breath before channeling all that you could into the wound. 

With the best of your abilities, you tried to replicate what you had seen the Child do with Greef’s wound only a day before. You had only read about Force regeneration in texts hidden deep in the Coruscant Temple’s archive. 

“Y/N.” 

The sound of your name in his voice, now unaltered by the helmet, was nearly enough to get you to open your eyes. How soft his voice sounded, how small. It was as if the mask he wore carried with it everything you thought he was. Now, Din was laying bare before you but you couldn’t see him. It was torturous, not being able to look at him.

Viscerally, it felt like you were being drained. Although that could have been the life Force you were melding into his wounded flesh. Draining a piece of yourself and giving to Din was simple in principle; no more confusing than wedding vows. Physically the act was something else and you understood why the Jedi often guarded against using the Force to heal. 

“Y/N,” you shook your head and tried to refocus, “Y/N, please.”

The instant you were finally getting through, when the wound was just beginning to mend, you felt the rough texture of Din’s glove against your chin, then your cheek. You fought to stay focused. You fought to keep your eyes screwed shut. “Y/N.” Suddenly, you were losing the battle.

“Y/N, let me see your eyes.”

Whether it was the desperation or the pleading nature of Din’s voice, you gave in. Slowly, your eyes opened and you took in the sight before you as if it were your first time seeing anything. You studied Din’s face intensely: the mixture of fear and adoration in his dark eyes; the patchy scruff along his jaw; the curves of his lips; everything. Somewhere, you found more strength, whether it was in Din’s eyes or in your own heart. That strength was enough to channel the Force that whirled around you both and heal Din’s head wound.

The cuts and bruises in his face sealed up and the flesh returned to its natural color. Never once did your eyes leave Din’s. Not even when he took a full, gasping breath. Not even when you felt your energy being drained. You channeled every teaching Stass Allie had taught you. One such teaching from your late Jedi Master came to your mind.

“You can never trust someone without looking into their eyes. Eyes never lie, my padawan, neither a friends’ or a foes’.”

Looking into Din’s eyes, in that moment, you knew you could trust him with anything.

The Force seemed to slip from your fingertips as Din’s wounds healed. You let yourself fall back on the dirt, careful not to get too close to the flames. Heat had grown and spread around you; a frightful reminder that you needed to get out of there.

“We need to go.” You reached for Din’s helmet and handed it to him.

“What did you-”

“We can talk about it later. We need to get to the Child.” At the mention of the little creature, Din grew stoic. His brows furrowed slightly and his lips pursed. You had to swallow the smile that threatened to spread along your lips. To mask it further, you stood up and extended a hand to the downed Mandalorian. 

Without hesitation, he took your hand and got to his feet.

“Why didn’t you have one of those before?” You asked Din as you landed. Even with your feet on the ground, you still clung to Din’s arms. Flight via jetpack was new to you. Although the Child, wedged between you and Din, was still squealing with excitement.

“Not enough beskar,” Din said coolly. His arms were still wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to his chest. The Child, fastened in your jacket, began to paw at your chest as if begging to fly again.

“Alright, alright,” you let go of Din’s arms and plucked the Child from your coat.

Its wide, dark eyes were alight with joy despite all the trouble you had just fought through. You smiled at him and set him on the ground. When he started to waddle over towards the Razor Crest, Din punched in his code to lower the boarding ramp. The Child chirped giddly as he wandered into the ship.

“We better watch him,” you scratched the back of your head nervously. “He might try to fly without us.”

You turned to walk towards the ship but felt Din’s hand grasp at your arm. His touch was light, yet desperate, and when you turned to face him, you could feel his questions. Din’s scorched helmet did nothing for you now. You had seen the face and the eyes beneath and there was no turning back. The two of you had trusted the other with your respective secrets; trust went both ways.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“The same reason you don’t take off your helmet,” you explained, “it is the way. The new, Jedi way.” Din took a step back from you.

“Jedi?”

“During the Clone Wars, when we all thought the Trade Federation was the worse thing to come to the galaxy, I was a padawan learner…” you swallowed hard at the memory. “I was being taught in the ways of the Force by Jedi Master Stass Allie.”

“You...the Child, you both have the Force.” You nodded and frowned when Din’s hand let go of your arm. “Your powers….”

“The Empire wasn’t a fan of the Jedi,” you sighed, rubbing at your wrist to distract yourself. “Wasn’t really a fan of anyone but themselves. They hunted my people...they...killed my Master and so many others.”

Din didn’t reply and you were too lost in your memories to notice when he took a step towards you. 

“I didn’t tell you cos’...I didn’t want to be alone again.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke. “Everyone I told tried to turn me in for credits and I...you are...were a bounty hunter. I joined the Guild to protect myself and then this Child…”

When Din grabbed your arm against it neither forceful nor mean. It was soft, tender, the kind of touch you seen other receive but never have yourself. You opened your eyes and met the visor of Din’s mask; but you could see his eyes. You could feel them on you and the trust they held in you. Something else had been shared alongside your secrets. 

“You’ll never be alone,” he said softly, “not again. I’m with you.”

You gave Din a grateful smile and rested an open palm on the cool surface of his mask. At your touch, you heard his breath hitch. Fear, you could feel it in the Force around him; fear that you would try to remove his helmet out in the open. Did he regret letting you see his face?

No, he didn’t. You knew him well enough to know that and the Force thrummed in agreement. Din rested the weight of his helmet in your hand. The small action carried with it a bond forged in the fires of the Nevarro cantina. Something immovable; something permanent.

“We better get the kid,” Din said as the sound of the ramp folding up reached your ears. You turned around and lifted a hand to stop it, unafraid of your power. With the Force, you gently pulled the ramp back down and you both started towards the ship in a sprint.

As your ran, you could feel the hilt of your lightsaber knock against your thigh. There would be time to show that to Din too. Right now, the trust, the bond between was enough. And there were bigger, more powerful things at hand. 

[b0n-chann]

Okay this one was inspired by I Always Will. Shorter than the other ones but I couldn’t get the guessing reasons why our boy Mando wears his helmet out of my head. All fluff, as usual.

Helmet

“So...wanna tell me the real reason why you wear that thing?” You ask as you take another shot from your glass. It’s been a while since you’ve had anything to drink so the small amount of liquor in your system was enough to put you in a relaxed and teasing mood with the Mandalorian.

“I told you before, it’s part of the creed,” was his reply. He wasn’t sure if he was exasperated with you or amused; maybe it was a bit of both. The few weeks that you’ve joined him have been enough to weasel your way into his thoughts more often than he would like to admit.

“Yeah well, is it because you’re not human? You know that doesn’t bother me.”

“You know I’m human.”

“Actually the most I’ve ever seen of you is your wrist sooo...I don’t think that counts.”

“You’re annoying when you’re drunk.”

“A lot of people think it’s endearing, and I’m not drunk. Not yet.”

“Well, you’re annoying when you’ve been drinking.”

“You’re annoying when you have your helmet on?” You ask more than say, mentally slapping yourself for such a stupid response. You take another drink.

“Clever.”

“It’s my middle name, if you didn’t know. You sure you don’t want to drink with me?”

“I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that.”

“Well, a girl can try.” You sigh, swirling the liquid in your glass. “...You don’t have fish lips do you?”

“...No.”

“Three eyes?”

A deadpan no was his reply.

“Your face wasn’t massively deformed in some kind of accident? You know some girls think scars are sexy.”

“No.”

“No? Are you sure you don’t have any scars? Because when I said girls think scars are sexy, I was mostly just speaking for myself.” A hiccup escapes you and you giggle as you take another drink.

“How many has that been?” He shakes his head at your antics. He hasn’t felt this relaxed in ages.

“I dunno...4, maybe 5?”

“I’m not going to carry you to bed if you pass out.”

“Have I ever told you how much of a gentleman you are? Because I take it back.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Don’t lie, you like it.” He doesn’t respond because he doesn’t actually want you to know that he does.

“How do I put up with you?”

“Probably because of my sparkling personality.” You idly play with a piece of your hair and he wonders for a second if it feels as soft as it looks. Quickly realizing what he’s doing, he puts an end to it. You were a valuable member of his crew and he wouldn’t screw things up because of a small crush.

“So...wanna know why I really think you wear your helmet?” You take another drink, not waiting for his reply. “You’re probably drop dead gorgeous. The Maker’s gift to the galaxy or some shit like that. If you took that thing off the women would come flocking, and I’d have to beat them away with a stick.”

His eyebrows rose at this, not that you could see. “Oh yeah? And why would you be beating them away?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” You ask. He tilts his head to the side in question. You wanted to say it’s because you had some stupid school girl crush on him. You wanted to say that you wanted to drop kick Omera into the next star system whenever she got to close to him but you weren’t that drunk, and he probably didn’t feel anything for you anyway. “It’s because we have the kid. Can’t have him getting confused with two mommies.”

You hear him scoff. “So should I call you Mommy then?”

“Only if you want to, Daddy.” And you realize how wrong and right that sounded all at the same time.

“Stop being such a perv,” you mutter to yourself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!!” You hastily say, knocking back another drink. That was close. You smile lazily at him as you reach across the table and grab his hand. “Thanks for entertaining me, even if you didn’t drink with me.” You stifle a yawn. You prop your head up with your hand but are slowly losing the battle of consciousness to all the liquor you had consumed.

The Mandalorian’s breath hitched slightly when you took his hand. Even with gloves on he can feel the warmth radiating from you. He watches your head bob up and down as you fight with sleep. He shakes his head as he gets up and moves over to your side of the table.

“Come on, Beautiful, time for bed.” He falters for a second realizing what he called you, hoping that you didn’t hear or that you won’t remember when you wake up. He lifts you up easily into his arms and begins to carry you to your room.

“Thought you said you weren’t gonna carry me,” you say softly, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Well, I couldn’t have you saying I’m not a gentleman.”

You snort at him as he places you in bed and throws a blanket over you. “You’re so confusing. But I’ll figure you out someday, even if it takes me years. So don’t you dare try to get rid of me.” His heart clenches when he hears you say that. Not because he’s scared of you knowing him, but because of the thought that you’d actually want to stay with him. You close your eyes and he knows that you’ve immediately fallen asleep with the shift in your breathing.

Slowly, he makes his way out of your room and and into the hallway. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says as he places a hand on your door before returning back to the cockpit.

[forever-rogue]

Step into the Daylight - Part 1

Summary: While fighting for your own survival, you somehow ended up in the care of one stoic Mandalorian...and his adopted child. (that’s it for now! don’t want to give away too much!)

A/N: Hey, hi, hello, so here is some Mando x Reader bs nobody really asked for (but kinda), that I’m already excited about. I don’t know how long this will be, but for now it’s a mini-series. Enjoy Part 1, and as always feedback and thoughts are welcome and encouraged. Taglist is open as well!

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Reader)

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, some language

SERIES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

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"Really?" you taunted as you turned around and wiped the combination of sweat and blood from your brow, trying to keep it from trickling into your eyes. Several more of the guards that you had already dealt with had managed to find you; and they were angry. Perhaps it was their fallen comrades lying broken and bruised on the ground all around you? They responded with blasters pointed at your face and you just scoffed in response, "that's how you're going to treat a lady?"

"You're no lady," knew of them sneered at you, and nodded in response as if to say fair point. but he wasn't having it, "you're just a filthy bounty hunter."

"I was never a bounty hunter," you held up your hand and waggled a finger at him, an expression of annoyance etched onto your features, "I am a spy, more or less like you. But never a filthy, low level bounty hunter."

"Enough with this chatter," another one groaned, growing more impatient with each passing second, the heat of the sun beating down on all of you, "that's how she got away in the first place! Shoot her!"

"You really want to do this?" you asked as you quickly ducked a shower of blaster fire. Yup, apparently they did. You felt yourself growing tired, body starting to ache from the earlier beating you had taken, but you'd rather be dead than let them take you alive. You raised your blaster and shot back at them, “let’s go then! I can do this all day!"

You hadn't felt the pair of eyes intently watching your every move from the roof of the building you were next to. He had been there for some time, thinking he was going to have it easy with you as his bounty, you were just one girl after all.

But when he was first spied you running for your life from the guards and successfully taking down wave after wave of guards they were sent after you, he paused and laid low, observing your every move. A few times he thought he might have to come in and assist you, cringing slightly as you fell to the ground bleeding as they got several hits in on you. But each time you managed to struggle back to your feet, resilience strong as you thought them all off. You were no Mandalorian, but you were a skilled fighter all your own.

"Is that the best you've got?!" you asked as you took down another one, a new gash on your arm as you were down to one last guard, who was, naturally, the biggest one of them all, "show me your best. And then I'll let you join your friends. We can do this the easy way or the hard way buddy, and if I were you, I’d choose the easy way.”

The large man didn't seem amused as he simply raised his fist and struck you across the face, catching you completely off guard. You stumbled back as your hand flew to your jaw to make sure nothing was broken. The Mandalorian jumped to his feet as he prepared himself to jump down and finish the man off himself.

"Seems like you've run out of luck," he sneered at you, positive that he had the upper hand. You rolled your eyes dramatically before holding your hands and motioning for him to come at you. Just as he lunged forward, you knocked his feet out from under him, and as he tumbled to the hard ground, you grabbed his blaster and shot him, making sure he wouldn't get up ever again. It was a hollow victory; you hadn’t meant to leave a wake of death and destruction in your path, but you survived and that was all that mattered now. You looked all around, chest rising and falling rapidly as you realized what you had done.

Tossing the blaster away, you fell to your knees as they buckled under you, trying to catch your breath and alleviate the pain that was throbbing in your side, most likely a cracked rib or two. The blood was almost dried on your face, and you eventually allowed yourself to slump against the side of the building, knowing you couldn't rest there long; more people would be sent after you shortly with the commotion you had made.

A large shadow suddenly loomed over you, and when you tried to jump to your feet, you ended up stumbled back against the wall, the pain much more than you had originally anticipated. You bent over, clutching at your side as you tried to make an escape, but at this point you knew it was useless. You were beaten down and would just have to try and fight where you stood.

"I'm not here to hurt you," his voice was low and husky as he made no move to come after you. You snorted in response as you finally looked at him, jaw dropping as your eyes raked over his body. The silver beskar armor glinted brilliantly in the hot afternoon sun as you realized exactly who he was; it hadn’t taken long to put two and two together. You swallowed the lump that had risen in your throat as you realized this couldn’t be good.

“Oh yeah,” you grimaced through the throbbing pain, “of course. It’s always a good thing when a bounty hunter’s sent after you. Especially the fucking Mandalorian.”

“Stop,” was the only thing that came out of his mouth, followed by a long sigh. You shook your head at him, and reached for your blaster, groaning when you realized you had tossed it the side in a mindless moment.  Attempting, mostly in vain, to steady your feet and stand your ground, you tried to lift your hands to get a hit in on him. He crossed his arms over his as he waited for you to move, your breathing coming out in uneven spurts, “what exactly do you think you’re going to do?”

“Fight you,” you insisted, trying to give him a steely eyed glare, which was becoming increasingly harder with each passing second. He let out something akin to a laugh as he shook his head. It just made you angrier than before, so you did the only thing you could think of, and swung your fist back before slamming into his stomach. 

You had planned on hitting him where there appeared to be little no armor, catching him off guard and running away, but the reality was very different. Your hand collided with metal, and bolts of pain immediately shot through your body. Looking up at the Mandalorian, you could tell, even under the helmet, that he was no doubt giving you a look somewhere between pity and annoyance. 

“Shit,” was the last think you managed to choke out before you saw stars followed by a wave of darkness and felt yourself falling to the dry desert floor. Whether it was the heat, the fear, or the anguish your body had already been through, you didn’t know, but you were out like a light.  

The Mandalorian caught you just before you hit the hard ground, cradling your head gently, trying to do no further damage to your already injured person. Hearing some noise coming from down the alley way, he knew his time was up and he needed to get out of there, and fast, unless he wanted to be taken in alongside with you. Picking you up gingerly, he held you in his arms as he tried to keep you as still as possible. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, something you would quickly discover to be his trademark, he hightailed out of the area and back to his ship as quickly as possible without too much noise or movement. He had landed and camped out in a dark secluded part of the dessert planet, and right now he was thankful for that. He just wasn’t sure how thankful you would be once you awoke and found yourself in a completely different place. You were going to be put up a fight, that much he already knew.

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When your eyes finally fluttered open, the first thing you noticed was intense darkness. It was almost as though you hadn’t opened your eyes at all. Your defenses immediately shot up and you instinctively reached for the trusty blaster at your side - which was still missing in attention. In other words, you were screwed. An involuntary groan left your mouth as you realized your body was stiff, and in large amounts of pain.

“Shit,” you groaned as you ever so slowly tried to get up to your feet, one hand on the wall to steady yourself. Everything ached, but the parts that received the worst injuries had been cleaned and bandaged up. Under the loose shirt you were now sporting, bandages were crisscrossed over your sore rib-cage.

Crossing the room, you fumbled around for a light switch, and after a few moments of searching you found it, flipping it on and leaning against the wall as you tried to steady your breathing. Glancing around the room, you noticed that it was scarcely decorated, just the small bed in the corner and a closet, along with a small mirror hanging on the wall. It seemed out of place, but then again, nothing in the room felt quite right.

Making your way over to it, your eyes took a moment to adjust and to study your features. Eyes widening as you observed the mares of blue and purple littering your cheeks and jaw, you touched your face gingerly, wincing at even the slightest touch. This was to take a while to heal, which meant you would be out of commission for some time, and if you weren’t able to defend yourself, that might in turn compromise your safety.

You balled your hand into a fist and smacked at the metal wall in annoyance, only causing more pain to shoot through your body. You bit your bottom lip so hard it almost drew blood as you tried to stifle your noise; you weren’t sure where you were or who you were with and didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to yourself. 

Shuffling to the doorway, you gingerly pushed open the door and stuck your head out, peering down the hallway for any sign of life. At first it was silent and dark, the only light emanating from one end of the hall. Depending on who your captor, or perhaps savior was, you had to be ready to try and flee, so you took a few long breaths before stepping out. But before you got very far, something small on the ground made a sound, almost like a coo, as it stood directly in your path. 

Having zero clue what it could be, you slowly bent down, wincing in pain, and tried to study the creature - it was unlike anything you’d ever seen before: small, green, with wide eyes and even bigger ears. It was adorable, needless to say, in its little brown cloak, but you were still weary; you’d learned the hard way on several occasions not to just trust something just because it was cute.

“Hello,” you whispered gently to creature. It stilled for a moment for smiling and making a sound of content. You held out your hand to it and it extended its’ own, minuscule compared to yours as it gently touched yours. Before you knew it, there was a smile on your face too, “what’s your name?”

There was no response, but it came closer to you, stretching out its tiny arms, almost as if beckoning for you to pick it up. Without a moment of hesitation, all care out the door at the small creature, you picked it up and hugged it to your chest. 

The small thing hugged you back, as much as it could with its tiny arms and you found yourself getting misty eyed at the small, but sweet moment. It had been a long time since you had felt the touch of another, besides when taking a beating, and to have something so pure come to you for affection was almost too much.

“I told you to stay by my side,” a voice called down the hall, followed by the quiet sound of someone dropping and landing. You racked your brain as you tried to place the voice...it was familiar, but not familiar enough for instant identification, “you need to listen to me.”

“Oh my God,” the sound was small and you almost didn’t recognize it as your own voice as the man strode down the hall and it took about five seconds to recognize the figure. It was none other than the Mandalorian himself, looking exactly like he had earlier during your first run in. Not that you remembered much of that. You looked at the small creature in your arms before setting him back down and taking a few steps back and holding up your hands as if to show your innocence. 

You accidentally stepped too far back and tumbled backwards over a box, loosing your footing and falling to the ground. You handled with a hard thud, letting out a loud oof, as your body starting screaming in pain. 

“Are you alright?” he asked as he picked up the small creature and took a step closer. You pulled yourself back, creating a larger distance between yourself and the imposing warrior, but the effort must have been evident in your face, “you’re only going to hurt yourself more.”

 “Stay back,” you told him in a shaky voice, trying to get up the courage to do something, anything, to keep him at bay, “please.”

“I’m going to hurt you,” he insisted, much like he had during your original encounter. You realized that he hadn’t lied about that part anyway...you received no new injuries, just ones you already had, “if I wanted you dead, you’d already be cold.”

“Where am I? Why are you here?” a million questions were swarming around your mind as you realized he was holding his gloved hand out to you. You studied it, before deciding to reject it and pull yourself up. You’d had to, quite literally, pull yourself up by your bootstraps hundreds of times before, and this was no exception.

“Right now we’re in the middle of hyperspace,” he answered with a sigh when he saw that you weren’t going to accept his help. Your eyes widened as you came to the realization that you were stuck with him, on a ship in the middle of Maker knows where.

“I-I’m here,” you felt the need to point at the ground, “stuck on a ship with you, that little green thing, and...”

“That’s it,” you wondered what was expression he was wearing under that beskar helmet - was he annoyed or amused? He was hard to read, his metallic baritone was emotionless at this point, “you don’t have to be scared.”

“I’m not,” you insisted, even though you were definitely intimidated by him. When you had first encountered the tall man, you were running on a surge of adrenaline, and probably could have taken on anything. But in your current broken and bruised state, the weight of your mortality was evident and the imposing man in front of you made your heart race. It had been a long time since you’d seen a Mandalorian in the flesh, or what you supposed was flesh because he was currently completed bundled up, not an inch of skin exposed. It was as frightening then as it was now. 

“I can tell you’re frightened,” his tone had adopted a more gentle edge, but you still weren’t about to trust him. Trust was earned, not given, and you were sure he felt the same way.

“Why did you bring me here? What are you going to do with me?” your voice was as shaky as your legs had started to feel, slowly excepting that there would be no way out of this situation. You were going to die here.

“You were hurt,” he stated and the small creature in his arms looked between the two of you, making an indiscernible sound. He looked at the armored man, seemingly communicating with him, despite the use of any words. The Mandalorian gently set him back down on the ground and he toddled over you, gently latching onto your leg.

You stiffened at first, still unclear of what exactly was going on. Neither of them were trying to fight you or harm; instead the little one was trying to show you affection. 

“What is it?” you asked in spite of yourself, reaching down and picking it up and holding it in your arms, “I’ve never seen anything like it, and I’ve seen a lot of weird things.”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly and for a moment you wondered if he was the wanted bounty hunter you had heard about. Rumors had seen swirling around the planets you had been on, and if that were true, then he was just as wanted as you mostly like were, “I found him while I was working a contract, and he was-”

“The asset,” you answered. Yes, you thought to yourself, this was definitely him, “you are aware that the guild is looking for you, right?”

“How do you know?” he asked curiously, “I thought you weren’t a filthy bounty hunter.”

“Just because I’m not part of the guild, doesn’t mean I go stumbling around deaf and blind,” you explained, “besides, it’s kind of hard to blend in when you’re one of the few true Mandalorians remaining, sporting a suit of beskar. It’s beautifully crafted...must have been made by another Mandalorian, am I right?”

There came another sigh and he crossed his arms over chest as he watched you pet the small creature, who had taken in an instant liking to you. “you’re safe now.”

“Safe,” you almost laughed at his use of the word, your ribs aching with the pain, “I haven’t known what’s that meant since I was a child. I’m not holding my breath on that one.”

“As far as the world knows, you’re dead,” he stated simply and you almost dropped the child in shock. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to figure out what he meant, or if he was being honest. He seemed to be able to sense what you were thinking, “the bounty on your head has been cleared.”

“What?’ you looked at him with eyes as wide as the child’s as you tried to process what he said.

“You need to rest,” was his only response as he turned to walk away, disappearing almost as mysteriously as he appeared. You tried to go after him, hobbling as best as you could, but he was quickly out of your line of sight. 

Your mind was reeling as you tried to process everything. After speaking with him, you had more questions than answers, but some of your initial fear had dissipated. If he had really wanted to hurt you, or even kill you, he had plenty of opportunity to do so already.

You sat down one of the crates, letting out a long, bated breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding in. The child rested against your shoulder before yawning lightly himself, and you found yourself holding tightly onto him, a few tears silently rolling down your face; even the simple act of crying hurt at this point, and you wondered if all the pain would ever go away. 

The Mandalorian hadn’t gone far, deciding to keep an eye on you, and chanced a quick glance around the corner. He noticed that you were visibly crying, trying to keep yourself quiet as a sniffles echoed throughout the quiet hallway.

He felt an odd sort of pang in his heart as he watched for a few moments. He had no clue as to why as he barely knew you, honestly didn’t even really know your name, but here he was, feeling emotions that he hadn’t experienced in a long time, probably not since he was a child himself. 

He hadn’t been around many other living souls for extended periods of time, here and there as he went on bounty hunts, but that was it. The child had been the first constant companion he’d had in eons, but for some reason he was inexplicably drawn to you. It  scared him a little bit, and he was unsure of how to process the emotions; it was going to be hard, but for his own sake, and the sake of the code, he was going to do it.

You didn’t know you were so astutely watched, as you wept for a multitude of reasons, the pain, your current surroundings, the idea of freedom, never letting the child go.

“You know,” you told him quietly, gently petting the top of his little wrinkled head and ears, “you’ve shown me the most kindness I’ve seen in years. Thank you, little guy.”

He looked at you and cooed, leaning his head into your touch. He reached up with his little arm, and you were curious to see what he going to do, already knowing you could trust him; there was a certain bond the two of already seemed to share. He lightly swiped at the tears that glistened on your cheeks, using of all the might in his little body to wipe them away. You let him do it, letting a small sound somewhere between a laugh and thankfulness, but deep down your soul felt a little lighter.

“I don’t know what you are,” you all but whispered to him, “but you’re special, my little friend.”

You went to put him back down so he could continue on with whatever he had been previously doing, deciding to take the Mandalorian’s orders and get some rest. Maybe you’d wake up and find it was all a dream after all, because right now it felt too good to be real. You moved slowly back to the room you had woken up in, ready to close the door, when you realized that had a little shadow. 

“You want to come with me?” you asked him and he appeared to nod. You looked around to make sure it was okay, that the Mandalorian wasn’t ready to jump out and raise hell for you even considering the notion. Stepping aside you invited him in, following him in and shutting the door behind you before slowing climbing back into the cot. 

You did your best to get comfortable, finding it hard in any position, some part of your body aching however you angled and arched your body. Eventually you decided to give up and accepted the position that was the least painful, your new friend laying down next to you. He was asleep in mere moments, his light breathing helping to you lull you to sleep. 

If you were being smart, you would have remained awake and alert, watching the child’s every move, along with seemingly adopted caretaker. But you were too tired and run down, the wear on your body finally taking over. Maybe this was okay though, maybe you were safe here...maybe you could trust the man and the little creature. Or you were accepting a swift death, coming as soon as you were able to put up a fight, after all, it would be dishonorable for a Mandalorian to cut you down if you weren’t at least able to defend yourself. 

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The next time your eyes opened was when you felt something leathery gently touching your face. You were startled and instinctively grabbed the gloved wrist tightly in your grasp. Looking up, you found yourself face to face, or rather face to helmet with the Mandalorian. He stayed silent as you slowly loosened your grip and dropped your hand back down. 

“You need to eat,” was all he said, the modulated voice already familiar to your ears. You wondered for a moment how he sounded without the helmet, what he looked like underneath all the outer armor. He probably had just as many metaphorical walls up as you did, years of  trying to survive making it a necessity. 

“How long was I asleep?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes, his gaze, or what you assumed to be his gaze, never leaving you. He pulled back and stood up to his full height as he started to walk out of the small quarters.

“A day,” was his simple response, and he took off, leaving you unsure if you should follow him or not. You exchanged a look with the child, and he climbed down and toddled after the Mandalorian. You sighed, whether it was from your own volition or a habit already picked up from your supposed savior, you weren’t sure. Scooting off the bed, you went after them, hit with scent of something delicious as soon as you entered the hallway. 

Following the scent, you stretched your limbs as much as you could, trying to alleviate some of the stiffness you were experiencing. You already felt slightly better, the power of rest, and judging from the fresh bandages you were sporting, the Mandalorian’s care, seemed to be working already. 

Skimming a hand over the metal walls, you trekked down the hallway, following whatever noise and scent you could. It was an older ship, but well kept none the less, it would be easy enough to memorize the layout; if you needed to remain for an extended period of time anyway. Turning the corner you found what sufficed as the kitchen, spying the child already at the small table, eagerly awaiting a meal. 

Unsure of what to say, if you even needed to say anything, you took the spot next to him and watched as the man ladled what you presumed to be soup into two wooden bowls. Turning around, he gently placed the bowl in front of the child, hesitating slightly before passing one to you. You immediately placed your hands around the warm bowl, letting it warm you up. For a moment you wondered if it was poisoned or he had done something, anything, to it. 

“It’s not poisoned,” by this point you were almost positive he could read your mind. Or your facial expressions were just that obvious. You nodded in response before picking up the bowl and bringing it to your lips, drinking some of the warm, salty broth. Before you knew you, or could stop yourself, you slurped up nearly the whole bowl, hungrier than you had thought. You set the bowl back down, feeling your face heat up, sure he had been watching your every move. He took the bowl from you, “more?”

But you didn’t respond to his question, another one that had been burning inside you blurting out instead, “why did you save me? You could have just killed me and been done with it.”

“I don’t know,” it was a simple, straight forward answer. Before you say anything else, he took the bowl and refilled it before setting it back down in front you. You tried to catch his eye, but he seemed to be pointedly avoiding look in your general direction. He took the child’s bowl and repeated his actions before telling the both of you, “eat.”

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