#dincember 2024

[lhumminglbird]

Dincember- day 20: thankful🤍

Din: *carefully holding smol package*

apologies for missing out on posting yesterday btw-

[dindjarindiaries]

DINCEMBER 2024

Celebrating 5 years of Dincember!

To participate, use #dincember 2024!

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Cold

Family

Fire

Snow

Boots

Sweet

Coat

Love

Celebration

Gift

Gloves

Lights

Scarf

Warmth

Blanket

Sweater

Chill

Home

Flame

Thankful

Winter

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Tradition

Holiday

[crumbledcastle28]

Din Djarin: Creaky

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader (no use of pronouns or y/n)

Summary: You give Din his first kiss.

The air filled with what sounded like the hissing of steam, but you knew it was not. You felt the weight of the helmet dip into the bed near your still locked hands.

You exhaled shakily. “Okay?”

Din’s raw, unfiltered voice hit your ears for the first time. “Okay.”

Warnings: talkative, nervous reader, kissing, sensuality but nothing overtly sexual, Din's mouth doesn't talk much, but his body sure does.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I guess my role on tumblr is to disappear until dincember. For the second year in a row, this is dedicated to @dindjarindiaries and their incredible dincember works.

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“This is…actually better than I expected.”

There was a chuckle from Din’s modulator as you jostled yourself up and down on his cot. He shut the door to his cabin which, given the Crest’s size, was not the word you would use to describe the small bedroom.

“Much more bouncy.”

You were filling the air with words that meant nothing. But that really wasn’t their purpose, was it? To mean anything?

No. They were meant to cut through the wool-thick ineptitude that both you and Din had in this moment. More so you, if you were being perfectly honest.

“You’re telling me you’ve never kissed anyone? Ever?”

Silence. “Never.”

“Why not?”

“Haven’t found a person I trust enough.”

“Do you trust me?”

You didn’t think he would actually say yes.

“A little creaky,” you continued on, “but, eh, it’s better than sleeping on the floor. I still don’t think I needed that new mattress before you did, though. Can’t believe you used all the credits from your last job for that. I mean, we have a baby alien with a rag for clothing. You don’t think there could have been better uses –”

Din sat next to you and placed a palm onto your hand.

“This becomes you.”

“Well I don’t know. Din,” you said, frustrated. “I’ve never…been someone’s first kiss. Well, maybe I have, but I didn’t know it. It isn’t really something one plans out like this –”

He squeezed onto the hand he held. You fluttered your eyes shut.

“Sorry,” you said with a laugh. “Sorry. I really shouldn’t be the nervous one here. Not that you should be nervous – you really shouldn’t – it’s easy! It’s, I guess, natural? Like – your body kind of figures out what to do once you – well, once you –”

The room being shed of any semblance of light was Din’s answer. You sighed.

“Sorry.”

He made no response.

“Since when did you install a remote into your armor for the lights in this room specifically?”

The air filled with what sounded like the hissing of steam, but you knew it was not. You felt the weight of the helmet dip into the bed near your still locked hands.

You exhaled shakily. “Okay?”

Din’s raw, unfiltered voice hit your ears for the first time. “Okay.”

You scooted closer to him, feeling the heat from his body already. He had been wearing no armor besides the helmet, left only in a thin undershirt and pants. You were careful with how close you moved – you had no idea where his face was in relation to yours, and bumping chins or foreheads or noses at that moment would have been simply…

the worst.

“Okay,” you whispered. He smelled really, really good up close. “I’m – I’m going to touch your face. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Was that a quiver you detected in his voice?

 He had a beard – not too long, but not stubble either. Thick and…trimmed. It would only make sense. He never spent long in the bathroom. You worked your hands up his soft skin. Into silky, moused hair. You weaved it through your fingertips, drifting forward in your pursuit to memorize the waves’ lenity –

Which led you to, in fact, bump noses.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”

You inhaled through your nose, stopping yourself. You then placed your hands on his cheeks, using your left thumb to search for his lips. You found them already parted, exhaling deep, hot puffs of air.

“I’m…” you licked your lips, edging closer so cautiously the back of your neck began to ache. “Okay?” you whispered.

Din’s reply was a nod of his head. You felt the motion through the brush of his nose against the crevice between your own nose and cheek.

“Okay,” you replied, so quiet you didn’t even know if you said it aloud.

You moved forward and slotted your lips over his for barely two seconds. You pulled away.

It was too quick. You didn’t get to know if his lips were as soft and pillowed as you imagined them to be. You wanted to know if you were right. You wanted more.

“Okay?” you said.

Din sounded…breathless in his reply. Husky and deep. “Okay.”

You leaned in again. Pressed your lips over his. Moved them slightly.

You smiled against his mouth. You were right.

You kept up that motion for about thirty seconds – kissing either the bottom or top of Din’s soft, pillowed lips, feeling as he almost immediately understood the motion of it. The rhythm. The tenacity. He was so gentle with it – hesitant. You tried to propel him with your mouth – pull it ever so closer to yours by his cheeks. You pulled away with another smile.

“See? I told you it was easy.”

You could hear his breaths now. You waited for him to say something. Anything.

Maker, were you bad?

“Okay,” you said, dropping your hands from his cheeks, “well… you have officially been kissed, Din Djarin. If you need to take a walk. Take a shower. Go off to an abandoned planet and think about this experience, don’t worry, that’s totally nor –”

He surged you forward by the back of your neck like he needed you to breathe.

Once your brain allowed you to process the fever in which he was pressing his lips against yours, you reciprocated like you needed him the same.

His fingers gathered into your hair, into your scalp, and yours did the same to his.

He was not hesitant now – he was in. Pushing against your mouth like he had been doing this for years.

You had a feeling he would be a fast learner.

You drifted your hands down to his chest, running them up and down from his stomach back up to his throat. His seemed perfectly happy where they were.

You could have boiled alive in his lips kissing the bottom and top of yours as much as he possibly could, but you wanted.

Oh you wanted.

You slipped your tongue between the seam of his lips – barely an inch between them – and he opened for you like clouds open for rain; fully, and without indecision.

You brought your hands back up to his face – one covering his left cheek, the other the back of his skull – and positioned his face for your tongue to enter his mouth fully.

And he groaned.

You kissed him – really kissed him – just like that for a few moments, before pulling away, and trailing kisses across his jawline.

“Why…” he began. You paused. “Why did you not suggest this months ago? Years ago?”

You chuckled. “You’re a scary guy.” You traced your tongue down the tendons in his neck.

He liked your tongue.

He brought a hand up to your waist, giving it a squeeze. “Maker.”

You smiled again, trailing a hand over to his collarbone, across it, down his arm, gripping onto his bicep. His arms had always been your favorite.

You both released a similar noise at the squeeze.

“Knew you’d like that,” he said, pulling you away from his neck to kiss you on the mouth. He wrapped his right arm around your waist completely, pulling you into his lap, the entire bed creaking at the motion.

You knew he was flexing his arm purposely as he made this move. It was the entire reason he pulled you into him the way he did.

But maker if you didn’t let his want to impress you – to make you want him – seep into your very bones, and moan into his mouth at the feeling.

He kept you like that for a few more moments. On his lap, his big arm wrapped around you while the other hand framed your face and pushed back your hair as he kissed and kissed and kissed you. Like this, he was surrounding you. All encompassing.

You smiled as his tongue entered your mouth – at how much he had become in your eyes, how deeply you never wanted to leave.

You felt him smile too.

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[castaccio]

Family means no-one gets left behind.

The idea of Din dying but still being kept alive via Grogu's Fierce Attachment and Force Shenanigans has been rattling around in my brain for weeks :) It's right next to the other idea about Grogu dying, coming back as a force ghost, and encouraging Din to adopt extremely unhealthy coping mechanisms up to and including kidnapping and resurrection.

No, that's not how the force works; no, I do not care.

[annwrites24]

Organized by @dindjarindiaries for December 2024!

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Rating: M, but all my content and my blog are 18+ only

Word count: 333

Tags (All parts): fluff, some angst, developing relationship, mentions of loss of parents, second person POV, no use of y/n, hints of smut if you squint.

Day One: Cold

It doesn’t take long before you realize that the best way to describe the Mandalorian is ‘cold’. If you were being generous, you might describe him as ‘serious’, but even that doesn’t seem to capture just how far removed he is from everyone else. He barely speaks; but then again, who would he have to talk to? His child doesn’t seem to be able to communicate much, and you suspect you are the first person he’s allowed to stay on his ship for any extended amount of time. Still, his particular brand of surly silence is a shock to your system when you arrive on board his ship.

His ship is always freezing. Maybe it’s because you’re always on the move, always hopping through hyperspace towards the next destination and the next bounty. That’s not really his fault; he doesn’t have any control over whether or not space is cold. But he doesn’t do much to keep the ship warm, either. You wonder if he’s too cheap to put on the heat when you’re travelling, or if he can’t feel how cold it gets under all the layers of clothing he wears.

His armour certainly doesn’t help, either. You touched it once, when you were passing each other in the cockpit, and your arm had brushed against the metal. The chill had seeped through your clothing and settled into your skin. Maybe the beskar was part of why it was also so cold around him, leeching all the warmth out of the air any room and leaving you shivering in his presence.

But the first time he touches you, it’s warm. Warm leather gloves against your skin. Hot breath on your neck in the dark. Heat building between your thighs. Deep voice burning through you and pleading because he can’t keep himself away anymore, he tried to ignore you, but he can’t help himself. Too soft, too pretty, too warm for him to resist. And the ice between you is already melting away.

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[mcrdvcks]

Operation Twinkle

chapter summary: You start decorating the Marauder for Life Day.

word count: 498

pairing: The Bad Batch (& Omega) x reader

prompt: lights

notes: ahhh, back on my bad batch-ish (kinda?). anyways saw the prompt from @dindjarindiaries for dincember and even though it's not for din, i had this idea pop into my head!

even though it's short, enjoy <3

“What’re you doing?” Omega asked from below, her hands on her hips as she looked up at you.

A string of lights was in your hands as you hung them on the top of the Marauder’s walls. “Hanging up some lights,” you responded simply. “For Life Day.”

Her brows furrowed, “Life Day? What’s that?”

You paused, one foot perched on a crate for balance as you secured the lights. Glancing down at Omega, you gave her a curious look. "You've never heard of Life Day?"

Omega shook her head, her blonde hair bouncing slightly. "No. Is it like a mission or something?"

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you adjusted the string of lights. "Not even close. It's a celebration. A holiday. People gather with their families, exchange gifts, eat food... you know, the whole warm-and-fuzzy thing."

Omega tilted her head. "That sounds... nice. But we’ve never done that before."

"Of course, we haven’t," Crosshair's voice drawled from somewhere behind Omega. He leaned against the wall, toothpick in his mouth. "We’ve been too busy trying not to get killed to bother with holidays."

"That doesn’t mean we can’t start now," you replied, hopping down from the crate. "Life Day’s about finding a moment of peace, even in the middle of chaos."

"Sounds like an excuse to slack off," Crosshair muttered, earning him a glare from Omega.

"I think it sounds fun!" Wrecker’s booming voice echoed as he approached, carrying a box. “What else do we need? I found these red... ball things. Are they for decorating?”

You glanced into the box he held and chuckled. "Yeah, those are ornaments. We can hang them around. Nice find, Wrecker."

Tech appeared next, adjusting his goggles and eyeing the lights critically. "The structural integrity of these decorations is questionable. Are you certain this is necessary?"

"It’s not about necessity, Tech," you said patiently. "It’s about taking a break, doing something different. You might actually enjoy it if you give it a shot."

Echo walked in, arms crossed. "So, what exactly are we supposed to do for this ‘Life Day’ thing? Sit around and sing songs?"

Omega’s face lit up. "Songs? Are there songs?"

You smirked, nodding. "There are definitely songs. And food. And games. We can make it whatever we want, really."

Hunter, who had been silently observing from the corner, finally spoke. "If it’s important to you, we’ll give it a shot. But don’t expect too much."

"That’s the spirit," you teased, stepping back to admire the half-finished decorations. "We’ll make it simple. Lights, food, maybe a little music. It doesn’t have to be fancy."

"I’m in charge of food!" Wrecker volunteered immediately, already excited.

Tech frowned. "Given your track record with over-seasoning, perhaps someone should supervise."

"Don’t ruin the fun, Tech!" Omega said, tugging on his sleeve. "This will be great."

You smiled to yourself, watching as the group bantered back and forth. It wasn’t much yet, but the Marauder was already starting to feel a little brighter.

[movietimegirl]

It's Dincember!

[theartsalsa]

Day 7! Din got Grogu a new coat ✨️

[random-chaotic-bitch]

Dincember - Prompt 5 - Boots

Warnings: slight swearing, chaos

Din heard a muffled thud from the front door, followed by a Mando’a curse. “Osik!”

He leaned out from his room into the hallway. “Language, ad’ika!”

A small voice piped back. “Italiano, Buir!”

Din pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fates spare me.”

He left his room and walked to the front door. He looked down at the young girl on the floor with brown curls and steely gray eyes. “Are you okay?”

Alina huffed, looking up at her father. “I have been cursed with being vertically challenged, like my mother before me,” the ten-year-old intoned dramatically. Din closed his eyes for a moment, willing away the oncoming headache. “What did you do?”

Alina gestured to the coat closet. “The bin attacked me.”

Din looked at the overturned bin that normally held their winter hats, gloves, and scarves. The contents were spilled out onto the floor, and Din sighed. “What did you need from that bin in the first place?”

Alina gestured to the blue scarf and brown fingerless gloves laying on her stomach. “I think you threw these in there on autopilot again. Not all of us are tall like you are, Buir.”

Din sighed again. There seemed to be a lot of that today. “I also can’t find my new boots.”

Din gestured to the shoe rack/bench by the door. “They’re not over here?”

Alina shook her head. “Nope.”

Din furrowed his brow, trying to think of where the boots could’ve gone. Alina started giggling, drawing her father’s attention. She gestured to her feet. “I was kidding. I have them. I can’t figure out how to lace them, though. Can you help me?”

Din nodded with a smile, scooping Alina up and seating her on the bench. He knelt in front of his daughter and started lacing up her boots. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

Din hummed thoughtfully. “Well, Grogu went with your mother and Alexi to Terra, because he wanted to see your Zia Kaia. So that leaves you and me to help Greef out with marshaling while IG-12 undergoes his annual maintenance and touch-ups.”

Alina grinned. “Sounds like fun.”

As Din stood up, he looked down at his daughter. “Are you sure you want to wear those boots today? We’re going to be walking a lot, and they’re brand new. You might come home with blisters. I’d maybe wear sneakers today.”

Alina shook her head firmly. “I’m wearing my new boots. I’ll be fine.”

Din shrugged. “Okay. Your call.”

As Alina moved to put on her scarf and gloves, Din sat down to lace up his boots, which were well-worn from use. He sighed to himself. I hope Marin is having an easier time with Alexi and Grogu.

Marin, in fact, was not having an easier time with Alexi and Grogu. “Alexi, there’s already four inches of snow out there! You are wearing your winter boots!”

The twelve-year-old boy scoffed. “No, I’m not!”

Marin groaned. “Yes, you are!” “Heck no!” “Yes!” “Make me!” “I can!” “You’ll have to catch me first!” “Dammit, Alexi!”

After a few more minutes of back and forth, Marin had successfully wrangled Alexi into his winter boots. “We’re going to be walking around the city for a while. You’re going to thank me later, I assure you.”

Alexi made a face at his mother. Marin sighed, turning to look for Grogu. “Where’s your brother?”

Alexi shrugged. “I dunno.”

Marin sighed. “Well, you go locate him, because Mama has to get her boots on too.”

Marin sat down, reaching for her winter boots, which were gray and ice blue. She tugged them on and laced them up securely, humming quietly to herself. I really hope Din is having an easier time with Alina, because this is just ridiculous.

Poor Marin and Din! Kids are a handful lol. This one didn’t quite fit the theme, but I think it worked!

[handspunyarns]

Dincember day 20 - Thankful

A Din and Marathel ficlet

Words: 950

Pairing: Din Djarin x *reverse age gap*plus-size*fem!OC

A moment that hasn’t happened yet in You Were Marked

“Din?”

“Yes?”

“How many days have we known each other?”

“Thirty-five.”

“Thirty-five days since I threw a rock at your head.” Marathel looked thoughtful. “How many days was it … when you made the decision to come to Unmanarall and find me?”

“Um … five days before that. Karga — he’s my contact for new bounties — gave me the puck with the recording on it. I don’t know how long he had it before he told me.”

Marathel nodded. “So, forty days. Forty days ago you made a decision that changed my life forever.” Her brows knitted together for a few moments, then she took his hand and held it tightly in both of hers. “Thank you.”

“I —“

“I may never see you again after you leave me on Nevarro, but you have given me the most magnificent gift. You have shown me what a man can be. That a man can be kind and not cruel. That a man can touch me and it won’t cause me pain. That a man can make me feel happy and not terrified. And I will be grateful for that knowledge for the rest of my life. Always and forever. Bam’ser y byth’ser. Thank you, Din Djarin, Bounty Hunter. Fawr’lch, byth’ser.”

These last two words were whispered as she stepped into him, wrapping her arms around him with her face against his throat; she tucked her head under the edge of his helmet, fitting perfectly against him as she’d always had, these forty days after he’d decided to chase down the most vague of information on a whim. A whim had brought him to this moment, with this lovely woman holding him tight, and he knew that his life had been changed forever as well. Forever.

Forever.

I will know you forever.

His breath trembled in and out of his helmet as his arms encircled her. Finally, he was able to whisper back to her,

“You’re welcome.”

[kyberblade]

Excuse the bad blur job, but….

In case anyone cares. 🤣

[lhumminglbird]

Dincember- day 21: winter☃️

Following in the footsteps of his father. (He needs tiny shoes tho.)

[dindjarindiaries]

Dincember 2024 - December 1: Cold

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Cold

note: I've always loved this little moment where Grogu snuggles himself into Din's side for warmth on Maldo Kreis, so I decided to explore it in more depth for this prompt!

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Grogu knew his guardian had truly tried to keep this place as warm as possible, but it was hard to ignore the absolutely unbearable cold that was seeping in through the gaping hole in the Razor Crest's side. Even the thermolantern and the blanket the Mandalorian had provided weren't enough to combat the planet's inescapable chill.

Grogu's ears were too big for this. He had a hard time keeping the tips of their pointed ends warm in normal weather. This was even worse.

But Grogu didn't want his guardian to feel bad.

As he looked up at the Mandalorian, he saw him slumped against the interior hull, his arms crossed over his frozen chestplate and his helmet tucked towards his chest. When Grogu reached out with the Force, he could sense his guardian's softer breathing, a sure sign that he was asleep.

The Mandalorian didn't sleep much as it was, and Grogu had heard how stressed he sounded after he had investigated the ship's damage. After Grogu had already made it worse by snacking on the Frog Lady's cargo (he still didn't understand exactly what it was and why he couldn't eat it), who was he to wake him, even if he desperately wanted help fighting the cold?

Grogu shivered as another drift of cold air blew inside the ship. He let out a low, quiet coo and closed his eyes, searching for a new source of warmth. There was still nothing stronger than his guardian.

Surely, he could get a little closer without waking the Mandalorian, right?

Keeping the blanket balanced over himself as best as he could, Grogu crept closer to his guardian's side. He kept going until he was at the Mandalorian's hip. Gently, he set his three-fingered claws over the flap of armor, burrowing himself into the part of his guardian's cape that was bunched up there.

Then, with a light and satisfied exhale, Grogu leaned his head against the Mandalorian's hip. It wasn't just warmth he was met with there; Grogu felt safer from whatever dangers awaited him outside the ship. The Mandalorian had a funny way of doing that without even trying.

Grogu had never felt safer with anyone else before, not even the Jedi.

Grogu's eyes had only been closed for a standard minute or two when he felt a gloved hand press over his back. He opened his eyes and looked up to meet the T-shape of his guardian's visor. Grogu started to panic about waking the Mandalorian up until a thumb brushed soothingly over his back.

"You warm enough, pal?" His guardian's voice was rough from both underutilization and slumber, but it was somehow soft all the same.

Grogu leaned his head even more against the Mandalorian and cooed in the affirmative. His guardian patted his back and held him closer.

"Here." The Mandalorian maneuvered his cape so that it was laying over Grogu rather than underneath him. It added a second layer to his blanketed bundle, perfectly satisfying Grogu's need for warmth. "Get some rest. We've got a long night ahead of us."

Grogu closed his eyes again and let out a sound that was akin to a purr. He couldn't help it; his heart was as warm as the rest of his body was, now. That frightening cold was long gone.

And it was all thanks to his guardian—no, his father—who would do whatever it took to keep him safe, protected, and happy.

[littlemisspascal]

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[happy-beeeps]

hey! what about 12 and 18 from the fanfic asks?

Thank you for the ask hehehehe!❤️🫶

For 12….. I’d have to say it’s been Hunter!! I’ve had a lot of fun exploring his character, and I want to jump back into more of him soon. Also, my first smut so he has a special place in my heart❤️

For 18 it’s honestly embarrassing… if you count the 13 WIPS for dincember that I didn’t finish after I was ✨ill✨ it’s probably near 20… otherwise between 5-7! Trying to start 2024 off right!!

[annwrites24]

Organized by @dindjarindiaries for December 2024!

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Rating: M, but all my content and my blog are 18+ only

Word count: 378

Tags (All parts): fluff, some angst, developing relationship, mentions of loss of parents, second person POV, no use of y/n, hints of smut if you squint.

Day Nine: Celebration

You intended it to just be a small celebration, between you and the child while the Mandalorian was away. After months on the ship and taking over the majority of the practical childcare, you were trying to find more ways to bond. Family traditions and celebrations are a part of that, you decide, and since you don’t have a proper calendar, any date seems acceptable to celebrate the fact that you’d been part of each other’s lives for months now.

You focus on food. Eating together was always part of celebrating when you were growing up, and half the holidays you remember from home were centred around sharing a table and breaking bread. So, at your next stop, you take all your savings to market to buy food, baked goods, and sweets, combing the stalls for anything that would appeal to Grogu.

By the time you get home and get everything set out in the small galley of the Razor Crest, it’s clear that not everything will fit on the table. Instead, you switch tactics, spreading a few blankets out on the floor and arranging plates and snacks while Grogu watches curiously. When you’re finished, you wave him over and bring him onto your lap, helping him eat anything and everything he shows an interest in and telling him about the stories and myths you remember hearing growing up.

When the Mandalorian returns early, you blush at his questions. You mumble an explanation after a long and awkward silence; you hadn’t been expecting him back so soon; you were just trying to bond with Grogu. His helmet prevents him from joining the two of you, and you feel guilty for planning something he can’t enjoy right under his nose.

He passes you without a word, and you hang your head. You’re about to apologize for unintentionally excluding him, but then you feel him stop behind you and sit, pressing his back against yours. It takes a moment to realize what he’s doing, but the seal on his helmet hisses. His head rests against yours, and you tighten your grip on Grogu in your lap. You pass food over his shoulder and continue to talk about celebrating with your parents, answering every question the Mandalorian asks from behind you.

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