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dinsverdika · 2 years ago

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Resting Together (one shot)

Pairing: Din Djarin/Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): fluff, ambiguous relationship, grogu's there and he's a sleepy boy, din and reader share the cot with Grogu, din removes the helmet but only in the dark, reader is AFAB but no gendered terms are used

Word Count: 1,406

Notes: The teaser for the third season of The Mandalorian was released yesterday and we've been blessed with Din and Grogu cuddling in the cockpit of his new ship. It was assumed, or maybe it was just me, that Din was napping and well, it was a very comforting short scene. It reminded me that I did write about Din, Reader and Grogu cuddling and napping in the cot of the Razor Crest and decided to post it here because why not? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little thing I came up with a while ago!

Writing prompt: 3. "How come you always end up under my blanket?" (by @/creativepromptsforwriting)

The Razor Crest was quiet when you walked up the ramp which meant Din had not come home from his hunt yet. The Child was in your arms, struggling to keep his eyes open. He audibly yawned and you had to fight the urge to yawn as well. You had to admit, as well-behaved as the Child was, looking after the small creature was tiresome. But it was a comfortable, soothing tiredness, not the one which made you grumpy and snappy. No, today had been a great day and you were glad to have spent it with the Child.

A soft smile tugged on the corners of your lips as the fond memories of the day with Grogu bloomed up in your head. You gently placed him on the cot and he looked up at you with his ears down. The Child was evidently sad that you would remove him from the coziness of your arms. You could not help but snort at his sad little face.

“Don’t worry, kid. I need to take care of a few things before joining you for a well-deserved nap.”

His ears perked up at the word “nap.” At least, you assumed that was the word which had made his ears perked up. You did not even know if he could understand you. He then cooed at you and walked further into the cot. You darted your eyes to the makeshift hamac which Din had hung up above the bed. You could put him up there instead of letting him get under his caretaker’s blanket but you knew the kid preferred it better when he could nap pressed against you or Din, or both. You also did not want him to throw a tantrum after such a peaceful day so you decided to indulge him.

You walked away from the cot and quickly made your way to the control panel of the ship’s ramp and pushed the button which closed it. You stood there until the ramp had clicked shut. The planet you were on was safe enough for you and Grogu to wander a bit but you did not want to try your luck with your or the kid’s life by leaving the ramp open. That was why your next step was to walk to the weapon locker and put back the blaster which had been holstered in your thigh strap all day.

Anxiety had creeped up on you, making your throat dry when you had retrieved the blaster from the locker before leaving. You had stared at the weapon in your hand, all sorts of scenarios appearing in your head. Then, an intrusive thought made its way to the forefront of your mind, telling you that carrying a weapon will jinx you and the kid. It was irrational and you knew it. You swallowed and shook your head, you would rather be safe than sorry.

A soft tug at the bottom of your pants pulled you out of your thoughts. Your gaze went from the blaster to the ground where Grogu was standing at your feet. His head was tilted up to you and he was lifting one of his three-fingered hands to you as well. He must have sensed your uneasiness and you swiftly pulled him up to your eye level after having holstered the blaster.

“I’m okay, kid,” you had said, booping his tiny nose. He pressed his hand on your cheek, endearment over the sweet gesture washed away all of the remaining unwanted feelings. “Are you ready for a day full of adventures?!” you asked and he squeaked happily in response.

It was so quiet in the Razor Crest that you could faintly hear the kid’s soft snoring. You yawned and stretched your arms, the cot was calling to you. But before you could be tempted to go join Grogu, you made a stop to the refresher. You changed your clothes of the day for a long t-shirt you had borrowed from Din, you twiddled your hair around, and finally splashed water on your face. When you were satisfied with your “about to take a nap” look in the mirror, you exited the ‘fresher and made your way to the cot.

You crawled up the bed and saw the Child lying down with his limbs spread out, starfish style. You snorted at the sight and carefully slid your body under the blanket, trying to not disturb the Child’s sleep. Grogu rolled on his side and instinctively nuzzled your collarbone. You placed a soft kiss between his ears and laid your head on the pillow. You sighed as sleep took over you. Your breath deepened, your muscles relaxed one by one, and finally your body and mind slipped into rest as moments of your day flashed softly in front of your closed eyes.

The hissing sound of the ramp opening startled you awake, your heart jumped in your throat. You were about to bolt out of the cot to defend yourself and the Child against the intruder when the familiar sound of Din’s boots on the durasteel ground immediately put your nerves at ease. You exhaled the tension out of your body and made sure the Child was still asleep. He did not seem to have been disturbed by your outburst or the abrupt noises. You snuggled Grogu against you again and closed your eyes, Din will find you both quickly enough.

Hearing Din rummaging around the cargo hold was keeping you half-awake, you assumed that he had found the bounty and was currently freezing them in carbonite. You did not remember closing the cot but you were appreciating the intimacy the closed door provided you. Silence filled the ship again before the sound of running water made its way to your ears. Anticipation buzzed through you, Din was in the refresher and you were hoping that he would join you two in the cot. He deserved rest too.

You had to shield your eyes against the bright light when the door which separated you from the cargo hold slid open.

“Ouch,” you said.

“How come you always end up under my blanket?” Din asked with his hands on his hips, his head tilted towards you.

You pushed the blanket down, revealing the Child to him. “You know how he is when he doesn’t get what he wants,” you retorted.

You could not see it but you knew that he rolled his eyes. “You’re spoiling him.”

You shrugged. “He’s already spoilt.” You pulled the cover up again. “Don’t act like you don’t like seeing me all up in your cot anyway, bounty hunter.”

Din sighed and shook his head. “You’re impossible,” he said.

“How about you join us instead of complaining? I know you want to.”

Din did not reply and gazed at you instead. He tore his eyes from you before looking around the cargo hold.

“All right,” he finally murmured. He skillfully removed his armour and placed the beskar pieces on the shelves implanted in the wall of the cot. He then took off his flight suit and let it fall on the floor, not bothering to fold it and put it away. When he was wearing nothing but his underwear and his helmet, he crawled inside the cot and closed it. Only when the tiny space you three shared was back in pitch darkness did Din remove his helmet. It quickly joined the other pieces of his armour on the shelves. Once Din was under the covers with you, he scooted as close as possible towards you, careful not to squish the Child between your two bodies.

“How was your day?” you asked when he was finally settled.

“Same old,” he huffed. “You?”

“It was great, we wandered a bit. This planet is beautiful, we found a pond.”

“A pond, huh?” he replied, knowing all too well where this would lead.

“He ate a frog.”

“I’m not surprised,” he snorted. “He won’t go hungry, at least,” he added.

“Yeah…”

Quietness settled once more within the cot. The only sounds you could hear were Grogu’s snoring, it added a soothing layer to the already comforting situation.

“You should rest,” you whispered, reaching across in the darkness. Your hand found his face and he kissed the palm of your hand.

“Only if you rest with me,” he replied.

“Of course.”

No other words were shared between the two of you as you fell asleep together.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin #the mandalorian #fluff #afab!reader #gn!reader #my writing

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moon-sang · 2 years ago

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ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʟᴀᴄ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

Masterlist

PART 1 / PART 3

SUMMARY: You live with Din on the Razor Crest. You babysit the kid and he gives you shelter and food… It was a good deal. Little did Din or the other Mandalorian’s know what you truly were, and just how dangerous you could be.

WARNINGS: Angst, nightmares, Soft!Din, fluff, reader is a little insecure in this chapter, a little bit of wounded reader, mature language, pls tell me if I miss anything.

~ Heavily inspired by Marvel - the scarlet witch in particular.

WORD COUNT: 3K - I apologise

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Chapter 2: Pushing Limits

You cradle Grogu in your arms.

Gentle cooes filled the Crest’s air. Eventually you put him in the small cot (which was really just a blanket hung like a mini hammock) and play with him a little, making booping noises when you ‘stole his nose’.

Din can’t help but have a silly little smile graced upon his lips, the kid loved you so much... he loved y- no. He wouldn’t allow himself to even think that... people he loves always seem to get hurt... it’d be best to let his feelings die straight off the vine... for your own safety.

The child slowly dozed off in the cot, and a heartwarming smile pulled at your lips. “little cutie.” you chuckle. You turn your attention to the Mandalorian who stood behind you, watching contently. “Hey.” You whisper. Din chuckles slightly. “Hi” he replies. “I need to give you something.” You whisper shout, trying your best to keep your voice down. Din cocks his head in confusion. Give him something? You scavenged through a small bag you liked to keep with you until you found what you were looking for. You fished it out and closed your palm. “Close your eyes under there... No PEAKING!” you tease. “Ok?” he breathes out. You take one of Din’s hands into yours, uncurl his fingers and place a small charm in his hand. Slowly you curled his fingers over again covering the piece of jeweriy. “aaand open.” you guide. Din’s eyes open under the helmet and he opens his hand at the same time. Some sort of rare silver metal that seemed to circle around a huge gem stone. The gem stone was an ivory yellow.. much like your top. Through the silver metal was carvings you seen the armourer engrave into Din’s armour. A mudhorn, some Mando’a words, it truly was a great gift. “If it works properly.. it should change colour everytime your favoured colour changes” you whisper, barely able to contain your own excitement. “Where did yo- you..... h-how did.... when?” he stutters. You suppress a grin, he was baffled. Just the reaction you wanted. “I made it.” you admit. “H-How? This would’ve taken.. months.” He exclaims. “Well it took less than an hour to make.” you honestly and confidently reply. He cocks his head, waiting for you to expand. “... I created it with my magic.” you admit. Din smiles. “Then you’re getting better at controlling your powers.” he proudly says. “I have no one to thank.. other than you.” you instantly reply, knowing he would blush. You allow yourself to yawn, covering half of it with your hand. “Hey Din... I think i’m gonna get some shut-eye.” you whisper, stretching out your back. He nods, still shocked and starring at your gift to him. You smile as you climb into your shared cot. “I’m glad you like it.” With a small hiss the hatch door closes and you allow your heavy eyes to slide closed, a comfortable darkness engulfing your body.

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You awake to screaming.

Your body jolts up automatically. You pant in shock. You’re not in the Crest anymore. You don’t know where you are. It’s still extremely dark and your eyes were still trying to adjust. The ground beneath you is almost sandy... but... you’re definitely not in Tatooine. You strain your eyes, trying to find the source of screaming. Still there is nothing. Absent-mindedly you begin to stand up. It is as if you can’t control your muscles, much like a newborn baby. Your blood simmers for no reason. You just felt... angry. Finally light appears, the light is orange and it seemed that there was smoke looming over the black sky. There’s fire, houses on fire, Mandalorian’s burning with the houses. But there was one building that stood out. The covert. You try to maintain some control over your body, to go to the covert and find out what was happening, but it was like you were watching a movie... of you... hurting people. “Y/n!” you gasp. You knew that voice. That honey-like voice. Turning around you see Din. But something’s wrong. His blaster.... it’s.. aimed at... you. He’s holding the child.. in almost a protective manner... you would never hurt him.. or the child. What was going on? “How could you do this to us?!” He screams over the chaos behind you. “I didn’t do that! I swear!” You yell... but nothing comes out of your mouth. Slowly your hand arises. You look down at it in confusion. A lilac energy circulates your hand as your fingers move in an uneasy pattern. “What?! N-No, o-oh no!” you cry, but again nothing comes out. You can hear as Din cocks his blaster at you. A tear rolls down your face. Just as you blast a huge amount of lavender coloured energy straight at Din your eyes snap open... truly, this time. You could feel the soft cushion of Din’s cot under your back and you let a heavy sob leave your system. “Cyare?!” Din screams, holding up. You were coated in a thick layer of sweat, your whole body trembling. “Cyar’ika are you ok? What the kriff happened?!” Just seeing Din caused you to burst out into tears. Heavy sobs wracked your body. “Y-you… I was…n-no, l-l-lilac.. wi-wi-witch” You sob. Your lungs burned with every struggled breath. Din rubbed your back and shushed you gently every few minutes. “It’s ok.. It was just a nightmare mesh’la.” He reassures. You snuggle up closer to Din, trying to get impossibly closer to him. The tip of his helmet rested gently on your head as you cradled your head in the crook of his neck. Eventually you fell asleep again, being held in his arms was like being wrapped in a protective blanket, knowing you were safe where you were and having that warm feeling blossom in your chest as you doze off. This time you awake to sunlight. Warm air spilled into the Crest as Din opened the hatch. “Where are we?” You mumble out, sleep coaxing your voice. “Mos Eisly.” came his short reply. Your eyebrows furrow. “Mos Eisly?” You repeat baffled. “I need some work… Karga won’t accept me in the guild anymore so I need to find some other work here.” He explains. “Ok.” you yawn, getting up. “You’re staying.. I need someone to watch the kid. Plus the ship could use a few repairs.” he admits. You frown. “Okay.” As soon as Din takes his first steps off the hatch his blaster is out of the holster and a plasma bullet is shot. “What was that?!” You shout, jumping. “Droids.” he mutters loud enough for you to hear. “Hey!” comes a raspy voice. “Hey!” a woman shouts again. Both you and Din turn your attention to the woman approaching you. “You damage my droids, you'll pay for it!” she shouts. You scan the lady up and down. She had coffee brown bristly hair, fair skin and honey brown eyes. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her forehead was creased. “Just keep them away from my ship.” Din states blankly. “Yeah.” the woman scoffs. “You think that’s a good idea do ya?!” She taunts. “Let’s take a look at your ship.” She says. She begins circling the Crest, inspecting it carefully. “Look at that.” she starts. “Oh you got a lot of carbon scoring building up top” she points out. “If I didn’t know better I think you were in a shootout.” She comments. She begins inspecting other parts of the ship again. “Oh yeah, I’m going to rotate that, you got a fuel leak” she says pointing at a certain part of the ship. She continues to walk. “Look at this! This is a mess, how did you even land?” she practically yells. “That’s gonna set you back” She murmurs. Din sighs. “I’ve got 500 imperial credits.” he offers. “That’s all you got?” She questions, walking back over to him. Din remains silent. “What do you guys think?” She asks her droids.The droids grunt and make whirring noises. “That should at least cover the hangar.” She says, pursing her lips. Din was going to pay for her to fix the ship? Wasn’t that your job though? “I’ll get you your money.” Din promises. “Hmm.. heard that before” She retorts. “Just remember-” Din starts. “No droids.” The woman finishes off for him. “I heard you, you don’t have to say it twice.” Din nods then looks at you. “You’re relieved of your mechanical duties, watch the kid.” He says before walking away. Once Din is out of sight the woman turns to you. “The names Peli… what’s yours?” The woman confidently asks. “Uh… Y/n… Y/n L/n” She nods. “Nice to meet cha.” She says before getting to work on the ship. You decided you should probably tend to Grogu, and so you go to look after the green bean. Hours of playing with Grogu seemed to go by like minutes. You didn’t even realise it was night until you took your first steps out of the Crest. A dark shade of blue, black and purple painted the night sky. The moons loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow. Thousands of stars were sprinkled around it, and you couldn’t peel your eyes off them. “Do ya need something?” Peli asks from where she was seated. “Um… are you… are you done with the ship?” You stutter. “Yup.” She replies. “Could… you do me a favour…. I can pay!” She smirks. “Say no more, what is the favour my friend?” Peli questions. “I need a little bit of privacy.. Could you babysit the kid for a few minutes, he’s asleep, so he shouldn’t be too much of a menace” You chuckle. “Okay.” she enthusiastically agrees. “Thank you.” You reply, handing her the sleeping child. “Hello you little womp rat.” She cheerfully, but quietly greets. You offer her a quick smile before quickly making your way back into the Crest. Now was your time to practice with your powers. You remember what Din said a few days ago. “Just don’t push yourself too hard, we don’t know what could happen if you did.” It wasn’t like you were going to push yourself that hard. Just a little harder than you usually would. You brought your hands up and around them a violet energy formed. It travelled in between your fingers and formed at your palm. You stared at it for a second, mezmorised. You knew nothing about your power, you don’t think your parents had a power like this. You were used to manipulating enemies' minds and giving them nightmares, but you knew… you could feel your powers had so much more potential than that… you just weren’t pushing yourself hard enough to learn anything new. So you would take the time to learn more about yourself now, whilst Din is looking for work. Now…let’s try changing that crate into a…. Meiloorun. Conjuring up as much of your magic as you could, you place your hand on the crate. Your eyes slide closed and you focus. You think of the fruit you want to turn it into. The texture of it, the juicy taste of it, the sunset-like colour that coated the skin of the fruit. When you open your eyes you no longer touched the surface of a crate… but the smooth surface of a meiloorun. “It worked!” you whisper yell. Now the question was… is it edible? Or was that still something you needed to work on? You slice up the fruit and giddily opened it. An orange-yellow sweet looking fruit made an appearance. You take in a breath and take a bite out of it. You could definitely feel the texture of the fruit… but there was no taste… you needed to improve on that. “Let’s try something more difficult.” You whisper to yourself. You thought for a while before your eyes lit up like a city. A portal. You could try and make a portal to… Naboo… your home. Or was that pushing your powers too far? There was only one way to find out. You push your hand out in front of you once again. You think of how a portal may look like… looking like a mirror at first, then showing Naboo as you walk closer, with a purple energy surging around it. You take a focused breath as you think as hard as you can. You can hear small sparks of your magic creating the portal. You smile. It was working. All so suddenly your hands began to shake violently. A burning sensation jolted your body and a huge migraine formed in your head. Your eyes widen in pain and you yelp, your head meeting the Crest’s floor. Black dots swam through your vision until you could no longer see anything but the darkness that now engulfed you.

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“Y/n?”.... “Y/n?!”.....”Can you hear me?”....”Hey! Get me some bacta!” Your heavy eyes slowly opened. You were lying on something warm… sand. You groan in pain, propping yourself up. “Hey, hey, relax… lay down.. you’re bleeding.” Came an all too familiar voice. Peli. “What happened there? First thing you know you give me the kid to look after then you pass out, bleeding in the Crest!” Peli exclaims. You pushed yourself too hard, and you bled out on the Crest from using too much magic.… Din was going to kill you! “Bacta is working wonders on your skin so you’ll be fin-” You cut her off. “You have to promise me you won’t tell Di-Mando.” you practically scream. “What why-” “Promise me you won’t” you cut her off again. She sighs loudly. “Ok. I won’t”.. “Thank you.” you sigh out. “What….happened?” The curly haired woman asks, curiosity getting the best of her. “I uh.. Cut myself on one of Mando’s weapons and… um.. I just.. fell.” You lie. “Mhm.” Peli cautiously replies. Suddenly a hand wraps around you, and another wraps around Peli. You yelp in surprise. Your hands were wrapped around your back, along with Peli’s. “Who are you and what the kriffing hell do you want?!” Yelled Peli. “I wanted the child at first.. And I still do… but…. You.” He whispers in your ear. “I saw you in the ship’s window as I came back.. You’d have value in the empire or the guild.” came the males voice again. Your breath hitches. He saw you using magic. “I-it was a trick” you stutter, not able to think of any more believable lie. “You’re a horrible liar.” The man hums. Your breathing picks up. The empire can’t know about your power… they already know about Grogu’s! You can hear the man’s blaster cock. The cold circular front of the blaster pushed up against your h/c hair. “Give me the kid” he growls. Before you can do anything, Grogu was given to the man. “Peli!” You yell. “We can get him back later… this guy’s just a rookie! Your man will kill im” she whispers. The blaster is pulled away from you, and the familiar feeling of handcuffs are wrapped around your wrists. “And now we wait.” The young man whispers to the both of you.

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Soon enough Din came. The moonlight bounced off of his beskar as he stood confidently in front of this strange man. “Mando” the man yells, holding you, Peli, and Grogu firmly. “Looks like I'm calling the shots now, partner!” he yells, once again. Was this who he was working with? “You have one opportunity to let. Them. Go.” Mando growls, voice deep. The man scoffs. “You know these two.. They may just get me into the guild… but not only that, I could be a legend if I hand them both in.” He exclaims. Din sighs. A bright light is blasted towards you. Your eyes immediately shut in pain. Blaster shots rung through the night sky. Then a loud thump of someone's body hitting the ground. “Mando?!” You cry. “I’m here, we need to find the kid.” he replies instantly. You nod.. But find that you can’t see anything. You blink your eyes a few times. It does little to help but your vision cleared up a little. After being uncuffed you assist in the search for Grogu. When the man who threatened you didn’t have Grogu in his arms, panic rises in you. “Where is he!” Peli shouts. Then you see two pale green ears stick out from behind a crate. With a quick sigh of relief you grab him gently and cradle him in your arms. “You ok, buddy?” You ask. You get a bunch of unsatisfied babbles in return. “There you are you little womprat!” Peli shouts cheerfully. “Y/n.” Din calls. “Yeah” you reply, turning to face the metal man. In his hand he held a transmission, it seemed to be activated. “Where did you find that?” You ask curiously. “Tucked in Toro’s belt.” He quietly says, cocking his head to the stranger that held you captive earlier. Your body stiffened. He didn’t have time to make contact with anyone about you… did he? Breathing seemed near impossible, you felt like fainting from how nervous you were. What if he managed to make contact with the empire about you? You would be screwed. Absent-mindedly you yank the transmission and smash it on the ground, making sure to stomp on it. “Hey! Why’d you do that?!” Din yells. “Don’t get your feathers all rustled Mando…. I can fix it and see who it was sent to.” Peli cheerfully volunteers. You gulp, this is it. You were fucked.

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artemis-pendragon · 9 months ago

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Oh I LOVE a good ol fashion Tumblr tagging game @sleepy-insomnia-bear thanks for the tag and consider yourself TURBO BOOPED >:)

Last Song: Chasing Twisters by Delta Rae (Imodna brainrot)

Favorite Color: Blue and Yellow

Currently watching: The Mandalorian. Again. As in I'm actively watching it as I type this. I love u Mando and Grogu. Blorbo from my shows etc etc etc

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savory for SURE. Spice optional but appreciated

Relationship status: Kissing the homies on the mouth

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sketchy-rosewitch · 3 years ago

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Nervous Ruler and a Quiet Bounty Hunter:

Din x gn!reader Drabble

A/n: The thing that looks like a dress is a cloak. Also I got done with my essay, I working on SAU (something about you), a Din x reader mini series, and a Cobb x reader Drabble. More to come.

Masterlist

“I have looked at you in millions of ways and I have loved you in each!”

You groaned, that sounded stupid. You set the flowers down and looked at an eating Grogu. “I’m going through all of this and he’s just gonna say no.” You chuckled. Grogu let out a coo. “Yeah you think so huh? I should still ask him to be my boyfriend?” You smiled gently and patted Grogu’s head.

“Patu…”

“Yeah let’s try again.”

“I dream of you all the time. I dream of us together I-ugh! THAT SOUNDS CREEPY!” You shouted, Grogu jumped a little. “Sorry kid.” You sighed and shifted around your room. “Okay okay… again.” You breath in… and out… then look at the roses you wanted to give Din.

“My love for you is as real as these roses!” You smile, so cheesy. Your palms sweat more and you touch one of the petals… it felt funny, not soft like a regular rose petal… were they fake? Oh kriff… “You’ve got to be kidding me… They’re fake Grogu!” You growled. Grogu tilted his head. “I guess he will appreciate them but I gotta think of something else to say!” You continued walking around the small bedroom. “Hmmm.” You shuffle a bit then look out your window thinking. “Maybe… My love for you will last as long as these roses!” You laughed at the saying, it was even more cheesy but you knew he would like it. Grogu babbled and nodded his head. “Thanks bud. You’re always such a great help!” You picked him up and hugged him. “Best wingman ever.” You booped his nose with your index and middle finger then set him down on the floor.

“Okay time to hype ourselves.” You jumped up and down and breathed in and out quickly. “Okay! Okay! No more stalling! It’s time!” You grabbed the bouquet and Grogu made his way towards the door with you while jumping. “Does my cloak look okay?” You asked, Grogu nodded. “Perfect.” You opened the door and made your way through the halls of Boba Fett’s palace, down the steps you and Grogu basically flew to the throne room where you knew Din was talking to Boba and Fennec.

You peaked out of the corner and watched as they talked. Your palms were tingly and sweaty and everything that happens when you’re nervous. Your stomach felt the same, butterflies all over. You nervously stepped in place, then noticed Grogu taking it into his own hands. “Kid! Wait!” You tried to run after him, your body made it around the corner then you tripped… and fell… in front of everyone.. stupid ass cloak.

You spit sand out of your mouth and quickly composed yourself, picking up the flowers and dusting off more sand. You looked up to see everyone looking at you. Kriff. Your stomach twisted up more, making a tornado of butterflies. You just walked up to Din. Here goes nothing. “THese flOwers arE aS reaL aS mY lOVE FOR YOU!” Your eyes widened. You messed it up. “Dank Ferrik. Wrong saying I uh…. Uhhhhh.” You looked into Din’s visor and he tilted his head as to tell you to keep going. “These flowers are fake so it’s not right for me to say that- I wouldn’t say that and give you flowers that would be mean, Din I’m so sorry, hold on Lemme try again!” You rambled and noticed Fennec and Boba smiling behind Din. Ah shit. “Din Djarin. My love for you will last as long as these roses. So with that being said.. will you be my boyfriend?” You shoved the flowers out into his beskar chest plate. He let out a soft chuckle, your face heated up and felt like small love needles poking you so you faced away and scrunched your face.

“Yes. I will be your boyfriend, your highness” Din replied and took the flowers from you.

“Really!” You jumped. “Grogu you were right! He did say yes!” You looked down at him and he made an ‘I told you so’ face. “I had every right to be nervous kid!” You stopped jumping and put your hand on your hip.

“Well… shall I order a dinner to get made for the two of you?” Boba asked, putting his hand on Din’s shoulder.

“Yes, thank you Boba.” Din said. “And thank you for the roses your majesty, now let’s go for a walk while dinner is being made.”

You couldn’t say no to that.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din #grogu djarin #grogu #mando x reader #mando x you #boba fett #fennec shand

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sincerelyella · 3 years ago

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Infinity & Beyond

Book: The Royal Romance/Heir (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

All characters belong to Pixelberry except for Ella Brooks Rys who belongs to yours truly 🌺

Summary: Liam is even more protective than usual.

A/N: I’d like to thank @gkittylove99 and @sfb123 for your softness prompt requests. I hope y’all enjoy! Prompts will be in bold.

To my nakie twin/soul sister @burnsoslow -> I love you for not complaining when I send you these things and reading them 🥺💜 I love you a butt ton!

Warnings: Adult language, descriptions of body injury, fluff

Words: 1169

Every couple of minutes, Liam would wander into his bedroom and peek at his wife taking a nap. After he was satisfied that Ella was getting some rest, he would make his way outside onto the large balcony connected to their quarters.

“Why do you keep going over there to stare at her?” Drake asked as he flipped a burger on the grill.

“I don’t stare,” Liam bent down to pick up Malia and kissed her cheek.

“Daddy was looking at Mommy!”

“Smart kid,” Drake kissed the hand that his niece offered to him and she squealed in delight. “You hungry Lia?”

Malia raised her arms in the air. “I want pizza, Unka Dwake!”

Drake furrowed his brow and stuck out his bottom lip in pretend hurt. “Not burgers?”

“Party is hereeeeee!” Maxwell barged onto the balcony with bags in his arms. Olivia followed him out with a disdained look on her face.

“You’re always so … cheerful,” she brushed an invisible piece of lint from her red shirt.

“Auntie Liiiiiv!” Malia screeched and squirmed in her father’s arms until he put her down.

Drake nodded toward Olivia and Malia, now chattering away about how Lia wanted red hair like her favorite aunt. “That’s the woman’s way, Li,” he added slices of cheese to the almost cooked meat patties. “They abandon you when someone else catches their attention.”

Liam cringed when he heard Olivia tell his daughter she would dye her hair red when Lia was older. “Okay, I’m going to … check on Ella.”

“You don’t stare my ass,” Drake mumbled as he shook his head.

Liam walked towards his bedroom just like he had every ten minutes for the last hour. He peeked through the door that was cracked open and saw Ella drinking the tea he brought her a little bit ago. He pushed the door open all the way and shoved his hands in the pockets of his green sweater. “Love? You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I am resting, and drinking tea,” Ella lifted her mug in the air with a smile. “What kind is this?”

Liam bit his bottom lip as he let his eyes rove over her. Her pajama shirt hung off one shoulder, exposing her soft skin and her hair was tousled from sleep. The white bandage wrapped around her head contrasted her bronze skin. "I knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so I brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. Twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay?"

Ella pouted. “I slept already.”

“That wasn’t even an hour!”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, maybe if my husband wasn’t opening and closing the door every ten minutes, staring at me, I’d be able to sleep longer.”

Liam walked into the large bedroom and sat across from his wife with a stern expression. “You fainted walking around downtown,” he clenched his jaw at the memory. “You hit your head on the concrete and have a concussion. You’ve been doing entirely too much, Ella.”

She flinched at him saying her name. He must be really mad. “I was just-”

“Doing too much,” he finished for her. “You’re going to rest and you’re not going to do a damn thing until you’re cleared by the doctor.”

“He cleared me!”

Liam arched his brow at her. “He said don’t overdo it, don’t overexert yourself or do any exercise. Which is the entire reason why we aren’t having sex!”

“That was your doing not mine,” she mumbled and he narrowed his eyes in response.

“Love, you scared the shit out of all of us,” he took her small hands in his and ran his thumbs over her knuckles. “Maxwell wouldn’t stop screaming on the phone and Drake had to carry you to the ER. Even Olivia, of all people, was trembling when I got to the hospital! I thought you had died.”

“But I … I’m …” Ella reached up and felt her bandage, remembering part of that day, the blood, the screams, then someone lifting her easily and running. To where she had no idea. Then, everything went black. Ella was diagnosed with Graves’ Disease which meant her heart rate was always too high and she lost weight at an alarming rate. When she does too much, she notices she gets really short of breath and dizzy. She never told Liam about it because Lord knows what he would put in place so she didn’t go anywhere alone. Her fainting just ruined everything and now he was acutely aware of all of her symptoms.

Liam walking back and forth to check on her to make sure she didn’t die in her sleep was something she should have expected. Add on the fact that she was six weeks pregnant, and that equals super protective Liam. He wasn’t there with them downtown, he was at the palace in a meeting with the French ambassador. He’s never going to let me go anywhere by myself again. “Okay,” she whispered.

Liam cupped her cheeks with his hands. “Please,” he whispered back. “I need you, our daughter needs you, our friends, our little one ...” he looked down at her abdomen and back up to her face. “Just, stay here and rest.”

Ella nodded. “Promise. Now, what’s that?” She pointed to a large pink bag behind him by one of the closet doors.

Liam turned and followed her finger, then turned back to face her. “Oh! I found this in the mall, I figured it might be something you like.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You … went to the mall?”

“Drake wanted to get some high-powered thing for the BBQ grill, Max and I tagged along. Each store has a theme?” Liam gave her a confused look. “Is that the rule? Because some stores had random things that didn’t make sense. Why did book store have candy in them?”

“Those are … questions for another time, sweetie,” Ella cackled. “Can I have my gift now?”

Liam stood to grab the bag and set it on the bed in between them. Ella pulled out all the pink tissue paper and reached in to pull out a stuffed animal. “Ohmigod!” She squished it against her chest in a hug. “It’s Grogu!”

“After we watched The Mandalorian I wanted to get something for you,” he pressed his finger to her nose. “Boop!”

“Mommy!” Malia ran in and hugged Ella. “Wow! Pretty, mine!” She pulled Grogu into her arms and walked out into the hall, yelling for Uncle Max.

“What … just happened?” Ella looked from the door to her husband, who was trying his best not to laugh.

“Our daughter is just like you, taking everything that isn’t hers.”

Ella shrugged. “What wasn’t mine that I took, Your Majesty?”

Liam counted out everything on his fingers. “My sweaters, shirts, basketball shorts? Ring a bell?”

“What’s yours is mine …” she prompted, waiting for him to finish the sentence.

He rolled his eyes. “And what’s mine is yours. Fine, you win. I love you.”

“I know,” Ella grinned.

“A Star Wars reference? I see what you did there. Okay, my turn,” he cleared his throat. “I love you … to infinity and beyond!” He smirked, thinking he won until Ella let out a loud laugh.

“That’s Toy Story, not Star Wars!”

“Oh shit,” Liam shrugged. “Well, same difference.”

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mandospace · 4 years ago

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Hi! I hope you’re doing okay! I’m always here if you need to talk. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how Mando would interact with someone who’s pretty positive all the time, like not in an innocent way but more of a “I’ve been through some stuff and l know what it’s like to be down” sort of way. Do you think he’d have nothing to do with it or do you think he’d melt for it? (I secretly hope it’s the latter but I feel like it’d the be the former). Also! I’m rewatching the series and it’s stressing me out how quiet and serious Din is towards the end of season one. Like, I know he’s this big tough strong and silent type but I just want this man to be so soft inside ya know? Lol sorry that was a ramble but I hope this helps, if not feel free to ignore and have a lovely day/night!

I am doing much better, thank you! Sometimes it’s just one of those days/weeks, y’know?

Din is 100% soft inside even though he is a big, tough, man™️. I mean, do you see how he interacts with Grogu?! That man is a softie and no one can tell me differently.

As for how Din would interact with a positive person, I think he would be in awe. You’ve been through so much, had seen so many horrible, awful, things and yet you still have a smile on your pretty face? He would be fascinated by you~~

He couldn’t help but stare.

You were dancing around the Crest, singing some song as you were cleaning. Grogu was balanced on your hip, smiling his toothy grin up at you. His little hands would grip the soft fabric of your shirt and he would let out a fit of giggles when you booped his nose. You were absolutely beautiful in that moment.

And so happy.

Din couldn’t figure it out. You had been through so much, had seen so much shit; and yet you still had a smile on your pretty face. Din wasn’t a stranger to the worst things the galaxy had to offer, and neither were you. Yet here you were, dancing across his ship, balancing his kid on your hip and singing.

Of all the people he knew and had met in this wide galaxy; he was sure he understood how people reacted to bad things happening to them. They would kick and scream, cry and curse at the Maker for inflicting them with pain and sorrow. Kriff, even Din had done that a few times.

Yet here you were, living proof that not all people react that way.

Maybe it was something fundamentally different about you. Something that had happened on a molecular level. Some minuscule change in your DNA that gave you the ability to smile even after all the shit you had went through. Or maybe it was just you.

“Din?”

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts. He hummed in response, still entranced by your smile.

“Why were you staring at me?” your eyebrow had quirked up and a look of confusion settled in your eyes but you never lost your smile. He was so in love with you.

“I was admiring you.”

“Uh... why?”

“You’re just so amazing,” he kicked off from the wall he was leaning against and made his way to you. He couldn’t help but cup your soft cheek in his leather-clad hand. He liked to imagine that he could still feel the softness of your cheek through the leather. Maybe he could.

“Din,” a blush had crept onto your face. Maker, you were so beautiful when you blushed. “Stop it.”

“No,” the grin on his face was hidden by his helmet. “You are. You have been through so much and yet you still smile. You seem so happy, when you have every right to be mad at the galaxy. Why?”

“Because I am happy,” your free hand mirrored his and cupped the side of his helmet. “You make me happy. Grogu makes me happy. Our family makes me so incredibly happy that I can’t help but smile.”

“Maker, I don’t deserve you,” Din mumbled as he dropped his forehead to yours— a Keldabe kiss.

“We deserve each other,” your eyes fell shut, content to be in this moment with your family.

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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HC question for Pedro’s characters what do you think they find most attractive on a woman?

Before I start I just want to reiterate something! No matter who you are, how you look or what your story is, I promise you that your favourite Pedro character... your comfort character loves you so much. Loves you unconditionally. Thank you for the request nonnie, I’ll see what I can do. 🤍

Din Djarin

Your intelligence. You always seem to know what's coming— and you can read him like no other person. Despite the beskar that hides his face, you can somehow see right through him and you know how to get to his heart. You are so loving, and he really cherishes that quality about you. He sees the way you make Grogu laugh and it melts his heart. You help Din remain grounded and he couldn't be more grateful.

Maxwell Lord

He thinks you're most attractive when you're spending time with Alistair. He loves to see you take care of his son as if he's your own. He admires the way you look out for Alistair, play with him, feed him, comfort him... When he sees you with Alistair, it only encourages him to become a better father. He swears that your kind and loving heart softens him and makes him be a better person.

Javier Peña

Your humour. Javier Peña has a pretty specific, sometimes dry sense of humour. His work often gets him down but he knows he can rely on you to make him crack a smile.

Frankie Morales

He loves it when you crave adventure. This can mean going out hiking, seeing the world, or just doing something that is out of your usual comfort zone. If you can overcome a struggle, he really admires that. He's spent a lot of time trying to overcome addiction so he understands how difficult healing can be, but when he sees you make progress— you inspire him.

Ezra Prospect

Your face— he swears it's like poetry. He adores the softness of your lips and the sparkle in your eyes. He loves your nose. He loves bumping noses with you when you kiss, nudging your nose, kissing your nose. He loves the shape of your nose, he loves tracing it with his fingers. He loves 'booping' it. His favourite part of your body to kiss is your forehead. Especially sleepy kisses when he's spooning you.

Jack Daniels

It's very specific but he thinks you're most attractive when you're wearing his clothes. It could just be when he gives you his suit jacket to keep you warm in the winter, or one of his shirts that hangs over your body after you spend the night. It could even just be when you jokingly wear his cowboy hat around the house. It really gets him going and it makes his heart flutter knowing that you're that comfortable with him.

Max Phillips

Your scent. Maybe it's a vampire thing— but there's something so unique and individual about the way you smell. It draws him to you like a love potion. It's intoxicating.

Oberyn Martell

He could never nitpick just one quality he finds attractive about you. Oberyn picks only the best, and so if you were lucky enough to be selected by the prince of Dorne, the chances are he doesn't see a single flaw in you. The thing that stands out the most though, is how you're undeniably you. No matter what anyone else does or says, you'll always stay true to yourself.

Pero Tovar

Any scars or birthmarks you might have, Pero loves them. Anything that defines you, anything that makes you unique, he values. He'll love to count your freckles, trace your stretch marks... anything like that. Any kind of marking you have— maybe even a tattoo! These are the things that stick in his mind when he goes out on long ventures and when he's away from home.

Marcus Pike

Your kind and loving heart! The way you always look out for everyone and anyone, no matter who they are. He always feels incredibly safe and protected around you.

Dave York

Tits or ass.

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal headcanons #the mandalorian #din djarin #maxwell lord #max lord #javier peña #frankie morales #agent whiskey #pero tovar #dave york #max phillips #marcus pike #oberyn martell #ezra prospect

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dinthehottotty · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

Din Djarin

Not Yet - Fluffy, slight smut, slight angst - Cobb Vanth has some very vivid and quite frankly outlandish thoughts about you. Din starts off interested in your reactions to it but it very quickly turns into a fight and he's forced to back down or step up.

A Thing About Silver - Filth Smut and Angst - Reader is really horny and Mando refuses to give into her ultimatum. She takes comfort from Cobb before returning to Din.

A Thing About Silver Part 2 - Flithy Smut and Angst - Reader picks a fight with Mando when he thinks she’s leaving him.

Catch Me If You Can - Fluff mostly - Din finds new meaning to old words. He reflects on how he feels about the Mandalorian (reader) who has antagonized him since before they both swore the creed.

Space - Fluffy Drabble - Gender Neutral.

Cultural Differences - Fluff Angst - You hadn't even heard of a Mandalorian before you met him so you're a little bit of a ditz when it comes to his culture. Come to find out, you're engaged to one...

Cultural Differences Part 2 - Smut and Fluff - You and Din play a game.

The Belly of the Beast - Angst, slight smut and fluff? - Din's been lying to you.

The Belly of the Beast Part 2 - Angst, smut, a splash of fluff - You discover Din's lied to you.

Little Lights - Angst, Fluff - Din takes your to an emergency medical center when he thinks you might be dying.

Series:

Carnivorous Beasts - Draft - DinxOC - Eira refuses to not treat someone in need, even if they're a wanted criminal. She ends up on the run with a Mandalorian mercenary and a kid that shouldn't be exist. Set in a Fantasy Universe. Orc!Grogu.

Drabbles:

Daddy Kink - Smut

Little Secrets - Din

Works in Progress (titles are subject to change):

A Little Tainted Comfort - SMUT - Din can't stop running into you and all he wants is to taint you with him.

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - Angst and Fluff - Din refuses to give you more than a few feet of space when your mad and you're not good with feelings.

Dancing - Din Drabble - Fluff - You like your privacy.

To Define - SMUT, Fluff - I've got baby fever and ya'll are subjected to the my filthy breeding kink, not sorry, you could be somewhere else.

The Little Clone - More smut - Mando's Creed forbids you from not just seeing his face, but seeing any part of him until marriage. You find a loop hole for hanky-panky.

Muddy Water - Smut - You can't fill the medication you've used to focus since before you began jedi training and it has concsequences you never imagined (but don't worry, I did.)

Spice - Young!MandoxMando!Reader, SMUT - Freshly adults and a little too wild for the galaxy, you and Din smuggle spice into your quarters.

Hunted and Hunted - Vampire Mando - Dark SMUT, blood play, gore.

Cobb Vanth

A Thing About Silver - Filthy Smut and angst - Reader is really horny and Mando refuses to give into her ultimatum. She takes comfort from Cobb before returning to Din.

A Thing About Silver Part 2 - Filthy Smut and Angst - Reader picks a fight with Mando when he thinks she’s leaving him.

Boba Fett

WIP - Oblivion - SMUT - Boba is a brat tamer.

Other Pedro Characters

Agent Whiskey

Drunk on You - Smut - Just some Whiskey Drabble

Growing on You - Fluffy Smut - Frankie Drabble (I was playing a word associated game with a friend and this just kind... booped to life)

Something About Teeth - Filthy Smut - You get to dance with Frankie.

Knots - Angst/Comfort - Your fiance comforts you about wedding troubles.

Works in Progress:

Rust and Cashmier - You bump into your old high school flame. Not much has changed. (Frankie 'Catfish' Morales)

The New Normal - Smut Fluff - Joel and Ellie are on their way to Colorado and Ellie doesn't want to sleep in the cold on her period. A stranger over hears this. (Joel Miller)

Hunting Trips - Soft SMUT - You go 'hunting' with your husband and his friends. The nights are cold and you've got insomnia. (Frankie Morales)

Little Boat - Smut? Fluff - Joel meets someone too young and wild for himself. (Joel Miller)

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mando-punk · 3 years ago

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Wait wait.....

Din fully believes that Droids have like....inherent qualities that they can't change. Things they're "born" with.

So now that he's getting to like certain droids more. Imagine some Droid starts talking to him about Droid rights and they're like "I mean we have feelings and personalities. Just cause we aren't organic doesn't mean we aren't capable of making our own decisions when given the ability to!! 😤"

And Din's like "yes! That's what I've been saying! Like, you're cool, but some droids are just bad." And the Droid is like "honestly I believe that all people have the opportunity to change, Droid or organic, but you're right, some droids are just shitty people. Like...giving people a chance only goes so far 🤷"

And suddenly Din is like...."huh...Droid rights, I guess"

(mostly I want him to suggest to Luke that he should let Artoo and Threepio get married cause Droid rights, and Luke is like "Din, they're droids" but Artoo butts in like "bleep boop bwoop bweee!!!" aka "no, wait I want to marry my loser boyfriend!!!" And Luke is like "oh...okay" Din is Artoo's best man cause Luke is the officiant. Grogu is the flower boy. He eats all the flowers)

#star wars #the mandalorian #artoo/threepio rights!!!!!#GAY! DROID! RIGHTS!#this is the stupidest post ive ever made 😌#but its star wars so 😌😌😌😌😌

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soft-din · 4 years ago

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If you're still after ideas maybe the reader hates being vulnerable around people, but everything is a bit overwhelming and they end up crying and Din finds them? Idk if that makes sense but yeah

it makes perfect sense, anon! ty for the request :)

smile (when he's holding your hand tonight)

summary: After you have a bad day, Din is there to comfort you.

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

word count: 608

warnings: None that I can think of!

ao3 | masterlist

Your day was going terribly. It seemed that it consisted of one bad thing after another - you couldn’t find your favorite outfit, the baby wouldn’t stop acting up, you had been sleeping terribly for the past week or so...it was all too much.

You were trying to make you and Grogu a snack in the small kitchen inside the Crest, hoping that some nice cookies would calm him down at least a little bit. But then you dropped the bowl with the ingredients in it, causing the mix to spill all over the floor. You started to sniffle, trying to hold in your tears as you started to clean up the mess, but feeling your face grow red and the corners of your eyes begin to sting. After that was done, you slid to the floor and looked remorsefully at the little womp rat who was watching you with his big, bright eyes.

“I’m sorry, buddy,” you said. “I’ll finish making your cookies later. Right now I need a minute, okay?” He made a cooing noise and cuddled his tiny body close to your side as if he understood. Maybe seeing you so worked up had finally made him settle down. (Who were you kidding - knowing your luck, he’d be throwing a tantrum within the next five minutes.)

You sat there on the kitchen floor, the counters dirty and your heart aching. Dropping the bowl had been the final straw; you couldn’t hold in it anymore. You started to cry, sobs wracking your body and making your shoulders shake. This went on for a minute or two before you heard footsteps coming towards you.

It was probably Din. Who else would it be? You were too upset to care right now anyway.

The footsteps reached you, and sure enough, it was Din. He must’ve heard your crying from wherever he had been on the ship, probably polishing his armor or one of his weapons. When he came into the doorway, dressed in his flight suit and not wearing his helmet, you tried to wipe your face in an attempt to hide any evidence that you had been crying.

You hated being this way in front of people. Your whole life, you had always avoided being in this vulnerable state around others. But then Din sat down next to you, his expression sad and a little worried, and you thought that maybe him being around right now wasn’t so bad. He had a comforting presence once you got to know him, and you knew he would never do anything to hurt you.

"What happened, cyare? You can tell me if you want."

You took a deep breath before speaking. "Today has just been...so kriffing exhausting. Just now I was trying to make some cookies for Grogu, but I dropped the bowl and after that I couldn't...I just couldn't stop myself from crying."

Din nodded in understanding, and took your flour-covered hand in his own. "I'm sorry. But also know that it's okay to cry sometimes, okay? I know I might not be the best person to give advice about emotions, but I mean it."

You gave a shaky laugh. "Thanks."

"Any time."

You then curled into your partner's strong frame. "Can we stay here for a minute?"

He let out a soft chuckle. "Of course."

Grogu tugged at your shirt until you pulled him into your lap, causing him to smile his gummy little smile at you. You returned with your own grin and booped his nose, then closed your eyes and relaxed. As long as you had these two with you, everything would be okay.

#he is the sweetest of all time #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #my writing #request

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