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Summary: A head wound can be fatal for a Mandalorian. To not reveal ones face contrasting strictly with a pain that needs to be treated. Yet Din finds himselfs a savior - and is himself shocked at how much his touch starved soul enjoys each and every caress of soft hands.

Warning: Head trauma, blind reader, a lot of pining and a bit anxiety from Mando's side A/N: Due to request here a little short story about a blind reader/ medic reader tending to Mando. 

“It is fine.” “It is not.” The Armorers voice was firm and it still made Din quiver like a boy when she spoke in that tone to him. It also made the throbbing pain on the back of his head worse. Injuries to the head were not usual for Mandalorians. For reasons that need not be explained. Especially because of that reason they were deadly as well. The motivation to never show one's face was deemed to be greater than the one to stop  a slow painful death due to a head wound. This was the Second time Din had ended up with one. The first time he’d thankfully been in the presence of a droid that helped him out. This time however, he hadn’t been as lucky. It was at the back of his head too, he was unable to treat it no matter how often he’d tried. With dizziness and a migraine that drove him mad he’d made it to the others, hoping he’d recover if he’d just rested. Again, he hadn’t been lucky. Days had passed and his state had nothing but  worsened. A fever joined the migraine and the vertigo and it hadn’t been long til the Armorer had caught on to it. “If it’s a head wound it needs treatment. Soon.”, she spoke, her voice still tense and like she was scolding a thick headed child. “And how am i going to get that?”, Mando asked, looking up at her. In his state, sick with fever and his vision blurred even through the sharpening visor he felt like laying straight back down. Grugo sat on his makeshift bed beside him. Cooing worryingly. The little guy had not left his side since it had happened and had that saddened look on his little green face that made Din’s heart melt. The foundling had tried often enough to get under his helmet, use his healing on him but yet again and again Din had carefully sat him down, telling him it was not right. 

The Madnalorian before him crossed her arms, armor shining in its golden hue as it caught the light of the setting suns outside the window. It caused Din’s migraine to flare up worse than before. “I would know someone. I have to see if they are still around…”, she said. Her voice lower now, nearly a whisper. Mando frowned, shaking his head, slowly, not to make matters worse. “How would that work out?”, he asked, confused by her statement. Yet again, he wasn’t quite fit to think at all lately. “It does. I’ve sought them out many times before.”, the Armorer explained in a calming tone. “Is it a droid, then? I still don’t love them but i’d surely give it a go…”, he answered. Even he noticed just how weak he sounded. “No droid. But it is right for our kind. You can trust me on this, I will make contact. Rest now.” Din felt her hand on his shoulder. Warm. And reassuring. His head killed him. He closed his eyes. Trusting her. 



Grogu whined. A day had passed and Din found himself in his cockpit, readying the ship for flight. He looked over his shoulder, watching the little guy squeal. “What? I’m fine. I can fly you know.”, he said out loud. Watching Grorgu’s reaction. “I can. Don’t give me that look. I’m fine enough. I won’t kill us.”, he muttered, turned back to face the console again. Sometimes he felt crazy. For talking so much to his foundling, knowing he would get no answer. Maybe all the years of doing missions in solitude had made him mad after all. Nervous, definitely. Nervous to meet someone. Nervous about what would happen. About how this would go. He stared ahead. The ship was ready to go. Grugo cooed. “Fine Fine I’ll put the thing on auto-pilot. Let’s go.”, Din sighted, forcing him to just trust fate on this one. I. A Gaze He held Grogu closely, pressed against him. This was the place. He was sure of it. And yet he had not knocked nor rang for a minute now, simply staring the door down. The planet was nice. Clean. Green - bluish flora bloomed around the place. The street seemed awfully clean. No shady alleys, no run down taverns, no greasy walls. This wall before him was pure white. A house build of strangely white and smooth stone. Strange flying tiny creatures around him, surrounding the flowers in the garden before it that he still stood in. Grogu, once more, brought him back to reality. A soft coo this time. As if he was asking if everything was alright. It caused Mando to take a sharp inhale, his heart still beating fast. He did not know why he was nervous at all. Maybe because he was about to take off his helmet in there. Or maybe because this place seemed all too wrong for him. Too clean, too nice. He sat his Foundling down carefully. His head spun as he did. It reminded him all too well exactly why he found himself here in the first place. He stared ahead again. The display in his visor telling him once more that yes - this was the location he was ought to be. Somehow, even though it was the Armorer herself who’d sent him here, he felt his anxiety act up. He’d messed up already. He’d taken off the helmet before. He’d swore to himself he’d do anything to never have that happen again. And here he was, about to break that promise. Grogu squealed. He seemed happy enough. Raising his little hands to touch the blue leaves and then tried to get to the little creatures that sat on it. “Alright then. Let’s go.” Din took a deep breath, lifted his hand and knocked. Three times. Muscles tight. Expression stern. And then it all changed. Then She opened the door. II. A Whisper

It had taken her a while to get the door. To make her way towards the knocking sound, but as she did, she had surely noticed him standing before it. Mando stared her down. Straight up gazing at her soft features. The shine of her hair. The silken dress that hugged her figure loosely but oh so wonderfully. She was radiant. Dazzling. Mando felt his heart drop into his stomach, his heart picking up. She hadn’t spoken a single word until now. And he hadn’t either. Damn it he hadn’t even moved. This woman was supposed to take care of his head? How was that going to work out? Ignoring the fact that her looks bedazzled him, he still did not know how she was to solve this problem that he had. That he was here for. Mando watched her closely. Taking a deep breath. He was just about to say something when he noticed her soft smile changing into a confused little tilt of her head as she drew her brows together. “Hello?”, she asked, uncertainty tainting her voice. Hello?  Mando was the one frowning in confusion now. Why was she asking as if she didn’t see him standing right in front of her. Grogu squealed on the ground, raising his tiny arms towards the woman and grinning brightly - as if he’d solved the mystery before him. Mando, following the little one's gaze looked up again and then, suddenly it clicked for him as well. She did indeed not see him. It was the certain silver glimmer in her eyes that had given it away. Only visible when he was truly looking for it. She was blind. It rang through his head. And so many questions were answered. Quickly explaining himself, Mando stood up straight. He cleared his throat, then spoke: “I ah…the Mandalorian. The Headwound. The Amorer send me.” Not much of an explanation, he noticed quickly. Feeling a bit shy and nervous and still dizzy before her. The smile returned to the woman's features none the less and she quickly nodded, making a small and elegant side-step to make room for him to enter the door. “Of course! I’ve been waiting for you. Please, come in.”, she chimed, the smile on her lips genuine, Mando did notice now. In the way the focus of her eyes was just off. She moved so naturally though. So beautifully, swayfully elegant. The woman had already made him forget the pain in his head for just a minute there. III. A touch He had entered the small house. Had been told to sit down. Mando did, as usual, exactly as he was told. It gave him time to look around and calm his breathing. He was still nervous as hell, even though this turn of events had indeed calmed him a bit. She could look at him, straight up, no helmet involved, and would not see his face. It was quite the genius concept for a mandalorian medic, really. Yet again, he asked himself just how good of a medic she was if she could not see what the hell she was doing. It frightened him a little. As did the fact that he was still to remove his helmet right in front of the lovely woman. He had asked her where he could sit Grogu down for the time being. She had shown him to a room. A couch in it. A desk. Not much more. Yet the cushions were soft enough and with some loving words of encouragement and explanation the little foundling sat perfectly still on them. Mando bringing his favorite snack along and offering it as a bribe surely had helped as well. That dilemma was taken care of then. Only her remained. Her, the mysterious woman who still sorted things out just behind him. Her, that made him all so nervous in two very different ways. “Are the blinds closed?”, she asked, her voice as soft as he remembered it. He did not need to look at them to know they weren’t. “No. May I close them?”, he asked, a frown on his features. He’d love to get up and just…move to ease the tight muscles and calm his quickly beating heart. “Yes that would be lovely, thank you.”, she smiled softly, turning to him. He watched her again. Not returning the smile. She wouldn’t see it anyway. He asked himself if that was making it better or worse for his conscience. He needed to ask. At least to take the pressure off a little. Yet he felt it was not very nice to do so. He wavered, then turned over his shoulder as he closed the black curtains before the window, darkening the room. “I…I’m sorry to ask. truly I am but…”, he started, soon to be interrupted by her. He was surprised that it turned out to be a chuckle. A sweet and delightful yet soft chuckle. “I see nothing. No worries. You can take the helmet off without restraint, Mandalorian. This isn’t the first time I am doing this.”, she explained. Her tone was reassuring and well meant. It eased him a little. “Huh…Alright then.”, he agreed quietly, taking his seat once more. He looked around. The room was pretty barren, a bit minimalistic but apart from that nice and still cozy in a way. “Anything I can…do?”, he asked, tapping the chair nervously with his gloved fingers. She smiled at that, concentrated on her silver tray before her with all kinds of useful utensils on it. “You may undress.”, she spoke. It made Mando’s skin trickle. “All or…”, he asked, voice deep, trying his best not to stutter. “It’s just the head wound, yes?”, she asked, raising a brow. “Yes, all else iis taken care of.”, he answered dryly. “Just the helmet, the gloves and the shoulder pieces then. Please.” Just. Mando disliked even that quite a lot. Yet got to work quickly. All felt relatively normal but the helmet. He wavered at the helmet. Not quite daring to take it off just yet. She moved over to him then. And then he felt her. Soft hands, caressing over his shoulder, towards his chest.

The man felt blood rushing to his head and his skin tingled. He had been so touch starved for so long that even this felt like the most intimate thing he’s felt in months and just like that, he tensed up underneath her gentle hands. She stood behind him. Her hands on his shoulder, caressing and massaging along the neck. “Helmet is still on, I feel.”, she teased. The woman did not judge nor pressure him. She sounded understanding, if anything. “I..yeah…Sorry it’s…”, he started, stumbling over his words. impossible. horrid. most intimate. near hurtful. “I understand. Completely. We’ll take it slow, no need to remove it just now.”, she spoke. Her tone was so calm and reassuring. So very guiding and careful with him. Mando found himself enjoying that a bit too much for his own liking and just like that he leaned back a little, enjoying the massage of his strained neck. A touch most magical.

“Tell me what exactly the problem is.”, she offered, trying to ease him into teh experience. Mando sighted. Closing his eyes. “Mission gone wrong. I landed head first on stone. Hard. Usually the helmet buffers each fall but I must've landed in a bad way. Hit my head. Just above the right eye.”, he explained. He was still tense. Still nervous. His heart was pacing quickly and his breathing was irregular. She only hummed softly. Urging him to go on. Her hands never stopped caressing him. She felt wonderful.

“I…had a bad headache after that. Noticed blood trickling out from underneath my helmet. Checked myself in the mirror. Was too dazed to do something about it myself. It only got worse after I checked back in with the others.”, he continued. He was easing slightly. Losing himself in her touch and his tale. “I understand.”, she nearly whispered, “What exactly worsened?” This time he answered straight away. Way less restrained. “The pain. Dull and throbbing behind my forehead. Dizziness. Nausea.”, he sighted.

“I am very sorry to hear that. I’ll see what I can do, It might be serious however.”, she warned him, genuine worry and feel in her voice. Mando nodded. “I…trust you. I suppose.”

“You can. Many of your brothers and sisters have come here. There wasn’t one yet whom I could not aid.”, the woman spoke reassuringly, squeezing his shoulders lightly as a little heads up. Mando found himself smiling at that. “Now. Helmet. Want to take it off yourself or do you want me to do it?”

He froze again at that. Damn he’d grown quite comfortable just now. Could’ve stayed like that…but there was the matter at hand. “I…” Mando had never ever thought that he would ever let someone else touch his helmet. Yet again. Many Mandalorians had come here. He was safe with her. It was alright. It was fine. Trauma trickled underneath his skin. To be seen. To remove the helmet himself and… “Would you do it?” He wouldn’t want to repeat that trauma.

She was soft. And respectful. Her slender hands found the right button to release the tight grip of the helmet all too soon and with the uttermost care she grasped underneath the metal, lifting it off his head.

Mando still hated and loathed every second of it, yet again, the extreme pain that flooded through his body like a toxin as soon as the pressure of the helmet was released showed him just how much this action was necessary,

“Are you okay?”

She had asked carefully, still holding his helmet in her hands. “I…Yeah.”, the Mandalorian before her answered. Sweetly, she reached over him, placing the helmet back into his hands, so he could hold tightly onto it during the procedure. She still stood behind him. Still, even in theory could not glance at his features. Din Djarin felt utterly naked nonetheless.

“You have a lovely voice. By the way.”, she then said. Mando frowned, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her without a second thought. “What?”, he asked, not noticing he had just turned his features to her right then. She seemed to look right through him. So sweet, so beautiful she stood before him, a lovely smile on her perfect lips. “Without the modulator. You sound handsome.”, she repeated herself. A blush creeped up her cheeks and Mando felt his heartbeat picking up pace once more.

“I…thank you.” “You are very welcome.” “You”, , he stopped himself there. not daring to tell her just how wonderful she looked, “It’s…nothing. Sorry.” “All good then. Let’s get you sorted out.”, she spoke with that smile of hers, closing in again.

Her soft hands running over his bare skin. He reveled in every last one of her touches. Painful or not. “You’ll be out of here in no time, Mandalorian.”, she promised. He could hear the smile in her soft voice. Hoping she would be wrong.

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[grogusmum]

I wish you would write a fic where... there is a lot of fluff for baby Grogu that all the characters you wrote for would be jealous of that insane level of fluff. And your readers will scream and cry and throw everything to be in your fic and beg 1% of that fluff.

I know you will do it.

Hahaha! Dawnie, now I am imagining my Pedro Boys all bumping each other raising their hands saying "pick me, pick me", jockeying to be first in line for some super fluffy story, and then looking disappointedly down at Grogu who is actually first (except, of course, Din who is looking like a proud papa)

So what kind of super fluffy story, though, I've already put him in so many fluffy situations??

Oh! How about Grogu (in my A Galaxy Far Far Away AU) being put in charge of taking care of the hens all on his own?

Maybe reader is going on a trip, and Din and Grogu are at Juniper cottage for a weekend on their own for the first time.

Grogu waddles out to the hen house and picks up the little wire egg basket, and finds the latch too high.

Din is watching from the window this first time, making sure he his doing okay, and just when Din starts to move to go help him, Grogus little hand reaches out, his eyes close and his wars lower in concentration... suddenly, the latch pops up, and the door opens a couple inches. Din watches his son clamber inside anssmiles with pride at Grogus problem solving skills.

Inside the hen house is warm and dry, he knows you cleaned the hay and bedding before you left, so the little child says good morning to each hen, just like you do and thanks each one as he puts his little hand under them to get to the eggs in their nesting boxes. He giggles at their tickle feathers, and they cluck in their soft, friendly way.

Because they are friends and have an Egg Agreement.

Grogu feeds them, cleans out, and fills their waterer, just as he has seen you do. Using the force when he can't reach things, like the water spigot. Then he opens their little door so they can walk around in the yard.

After his chores a complete Grogu looks around feeling pretty proud of himself. Then decides he want to go out the hens little door instead of the big door.

Din and Seamus, the dog have stepped out into the yard in time to see Grogu push himself through and toddle down the ramp. He hugs Clara, the Rhode Island red (his favorite, because he likes to sit on him) when the others see Grugo giving out such gentle hugs they all come over for one, Grogu coos and giggles as they jockey for his sweet affection.

"I wish you would write a fic where..." asks

[beardedmrbean]

People in Spain taking drugs right now, El Grugo the cave man ain't special.

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[a-certain-elf]

also some normal ones like mizu x akemi and bo-katan x din?

Mizu x Akemi

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

Tbh I thought they would do something with this after the gay staredown in the beginning and Im a little mad that they didnt.

Bo-Katan x Din

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

That could work although I feel like they dont have enough in common or show genuine interest in each other. Everything they did so far was always only because they needed each other to achieve their goals and nothing more. Bo is focused on Mandalore and Din only has Grugo on his mind.

[athena-85]

The Mandalorian show is paralleling Din and Bo’s interaction with the child this season compared with season 1.

In season 1 episode 2

Din Jarin aggressively pushes Grugo out of the way from their attackers

Compared to:

Season 3 episode 2

Bo katan gently pushing Grogu out of the way planning for the attack and dealing with it much more proficiently.

PARALLELS

Season 1 episode 2

Season 3 episode 2

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! Can I please get romantic and platonic pairing for Pedro Pascal characters and stranger things? I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I especially enjoy true crime, poetry and Russian literature! I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! I'm a taurus sun, gemini moon and scorpio rising!. My love languages are acts of service (giving) quality time and physical touch (recieveing)

Thank you very much!! I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

Hey! Thank you for requesting! Here you go! I hope you like the results! Feel free to request anytime! <3

Pedro Pascal Characters:

Romantic; Din Djarin

⭐ You minded your own business until you ran into Din and Grogu when they were running away from some baddies ⭐ And before you knew it, you were flying off with the Mandalorian and mysteriously cute baby

⭐ He needed someone to watch over the baby, and you were totally done watching over Grogu since he was the cutest thing in the entire galaxy

⭐ Din was pretty quiet around you, and you understood that. You gave him time and space to warm up to you and your overall presence

⭐ You would read to Grugo every night before bed, stories about space adventurers or different types of species, and even some poetry from your favorite writers; Grogu would fall asleep in seconds

⭐ After a while of traveling with Din, and finding out his true name, you would spend time with him in the cockpit, having deep, meaningful conversations; it was nice, calming and you loved listening to the sound of his voice

⭐ And when you all had to emergency stop on a planet because of a malfunction, you were quick to fix the problem; surprising and impressing Din

⭐ Sometimes, when you're off daydreaming, staring off at the stars, Din will watch you; loving how the stars' lights reflected off of you

⭐ Normally Din would want to save credits for more important things as well, but he can't say no to you or the kid when you want to buy a few art supplies

⭐ And after weeks or months of adventures, witty banter, and bedtime stories with his family; Din would take off his helmet and see you through his own eyes

--

Platonic; Ezra

🪐 You and Ezra were stranded on the Green Moon, and it wasn't fun at all... In the beginning

🪐 You had known Ezra prior and he was an unpredictable man, who was also a bit frightening at times; you didn't know how to feel about him

🪐 And when the fight broke out, everything went downhill

🪐 You spent most of your time with Cee since she did just lose her father and was stranded on a planet with you and Ezra, and you could feel the tension in the air

🪐 You would do as much as you could to help both Cee and Ezra, making sure everyone had food, their sanity, and whatnot; but it was a bit stressful

🪐 You had grown to care for Cee as if she was your little sister and Ezra... Well, you were slowly getting used to him and his odd behavior

🪐 You did get to a point though where you'd outrightly trust Ezra, despite what Cee thought, and at some other point you grew to understand and like the man; he just wanted to survive

🪐 When you would read with Cee, Ezra would sit nearby and listen, sometimes he'd comment on something within the story

🪐 When out collecting or harvesting, you and Ezra would talk about your past lives, well, mostly you than him, and about your favorite things

🪐Before you, Ezra, and Cee were "rescued" from the Green Moon, you believed that you had made friends with the man; for he was more laid-back with you than usual, and that's saying something

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Stranger things:

Romantic; Steve Harrington

🍦 You had known Steve in high school and thought he was a real jerk in the beginning, right up until you were "fired" from your job as a babysitter; who knew Steve was going to replace you

🍦 You were kind of ticked off that he stole your job from you, you needed that money, but it was strange that all the kids, Max, and even El included, that they all hung out with each other... A lot

🍦 Sometimes, you would notice the hushed voices and sneaky glances they would make when they were all together; what was going on? Well, you had seen enough true crime to know that something fishy was going on, and you were going to find out what it was

🍦 You sort of regret that now, to think of it. Following the group round to only get caught up in almost getting killed by weird slimy-looking dog things with weird faces

🍦 And that was how you joined the team to stop the Demogorgon and save Hawkins and the world, and who knew a year later your Russian literature books would come in handy!

🍦 In a couple of years of fighting off other-dimensional beings, you had grown closer to Steve and realized he wasn't such a jerk anymore; yeah he sometimes said dumb things, but he was an alright guy

🍦 An alright guy that you had a crush on, the hopeless romantic in you was hoping he'd feel the same

🍦 After joining Robin and Steve at the Family Video, Steve finally asked you out, and of course, you said yes; you would be crazy not to

🍦 He took you to a diner, where you drank milkshakes and talked about everything and anything; it was perfect

🍦 If you had said to your past self that you would be dating the Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, fooling around and having fun with him while also fighting demo-dogs and demo-bats; You probably would've believed it...

--

Platonic; Robin Buckley

🐦 You had been friends with Robin for a while, and it was a pretty perfect friendship

🐦 She was sarcastic and loved to tease people, (mostly Steve), and you were pretty much the same; though you were more witty than sarcastic

🐦 You would help her with her 'you suck and you rule' sign, it was fun betting if Steve would suck, and he usually did

🐦 During breaks, you would play "basketball" with her; which was just you and her crumpling up paper to toss into a trash bin in the corner of the room

🐦 Robin would always do her homework with you since you were the smartest of all her friends, but most of the time studying would turn into watching old movies

🐦 You'd often braid each other's hair, you always liked doing hers even if her hair was pretty short, and she loved doing yours since your hair was so long; she was quite a french braider

🐦 You even went shopping together sometimes, jokingly having fashion shows, and showing off new outfits

🐦 You'd help her with her crush on Vickie, giving her support and advice

🐦 You'd also go to libraries together, recommending books, and even at one time, you both began to write your own

🐦 You both loved hanging out with one another and always had fun, you were so glad to have Robin as your best friend

[ironychan]

Grugo

Found at Unique thrift store in South Plainfield, NJ

[christinamadsen]

Poor Grugo! 💚🥹

Dincember Day 2: Fire

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3174 Rating: General Summary: During a trip to a peaceful cabin with Din and Grogu, you awake one morning and discover that Grogu is poorly. You and Din are extremely worried but after a visit from a healer and the warmth of the fire you light, his condition soon improves. Content Warnings: Mild child sickness and description of an injection. Nothing graphic but proceed with caution if you're sensitive to things of that nature! Author's note: My first sick fic! I always seem to get ill at this time of year so that's probably the inspiration for this. Poor Grogu. I enjoyed writing something a bit angsty for this one but fluff will return tomorrow!

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

Din Djarin was terrified. The fear that was currently coursing through every nerve-ending in his body was painfully obvious to someone who knew him as well as you did, even when his face was hidden by his helmet. Despite his best efforts to remain calm and composed, you could see anxiety in his every movement, no matter how miniscule they were. You saw the terror in the way his gloved hands were balled up in fists, the subtle tapping of his foot on the floor, the fact that he kept shifting his weight from leg to leg. All were tell-tale signs that he was anxious, panicking about the scene before you. About the welfare of the little child who was usually so full of life, lying limp on the table as the healer examined him.

The first indication that something was wrong was the very fact that you had had to enter Grogu's room to wake him up at all. Every day that you had spent in this cabin, the boy had woken up by himself and bounded into the room you and Din shared, usually waking you up by way of Force leaping onto your large bed. But this morning, there was no sign of him and you had woken up naturally. So, when Din awoke too, you offered to untangle yourself from hiswarm embrace, much as it pained you to leave your warm, safe haven and step into the chilly air. You were not unduly concerned about Grogu until you stepped into the room and noticed that he was seemingly still asleep. 

That by itself was not much cause for concern, until you walked closer to the crib and noticed Grogu’s complexion. His usually bright green skin was several shades paler and he looked almost grey. Your heart practically stopped as you laid a hand on his forehead and felt icy cold flesh under the back of your hand. Something was seriously wrong.

“DIN!” You shrieked, trying not to dissolve into full-blown hysteria. “IT'S GROGU! Something’s wrong with Grogu!”

You knew that when the welfare of his son was at stake, Din would not be one to waste a second.  An assumption that proved to be correct, as you instantly heard the unmistakable sounds of Din clambering out of his bed. He bounded into the room with urgency to see what was the matter with his son. As you stood there, waiting for him, you at least noticed the steady rise and fall of Grogu’s chest. It wasn’t the worst possible outcome, at least.

“I think he’s sick… he… his skin… it's so pale.” You stuttered as Din placed a hand on his son’s forehead, just as you had done. “He’s so cold.”

Din exhaled shakily. Your heart ached as you looked at him, noticing how his brow was knitted in concern and brown eyes looking at Grogu fearfully.

“Should we call for a healer?” You asked.

“I’ll get dressed and head into town to find one,” Din replied, his deep voice, which usually had such an even tone, was trembling.

“Okay. I’ll stay with him,” You promised, as Din left the room to put his armour on.

Your mind raced as you stood there watching Grogu, his eyes were still closed. Neither of your touches to his forehead had roused him. It was such a heartbreaking contrast from his manner over the past few days. He had seemed so happy here in this cabin, enjoying the snow. So full of life. And now, his little body was clearly being attacked by some invisible force that wished to do him harm. Your heart ached, he didn’t deserve this. Neither did Din. Or you. 

Finally, Din had dressed in his armour and entered the room. Your chest felt tight at the sight of him in his beskar’gam. You had been so used to seeing him without it, here in this cabin, that to see him fully dressed in his armour again felt strange. Right now, you wished you could just see your Din, not the faceless Mandalorian warrior who was covered from head to toe. But that was selfish, Grogu’s welfare was far more important. If he were to leave the cabin, he needed to wear his armour. You knew that Din would be far more adept at finding medical attention for Grogu. You could imagine him storming through the town, stopping at nothing until he left there with a healer in tow, to examine his son.

“I’ll be going now.” Din said, approaching you and the cot where Grogu lay, motionless. Din placed his hand on Grogu’s forehead gently and spoke to him, “Hang in there buddy, I’m going to get you help. I promise.” Din’s voice faltered at that last vow. You wanted to scream about how unfair this all was, but you knew you had to stay strong for your boys.

Din turned to leave, but you grabbed his hand to stop him. “Din… he’s going to be okay.” You promised, “He’s a tough little guy.”

Din just nodded in response. Then he was gone.

Now that Din had left, you could let the tears that had been waiting to fall spill down your cheeks. You placed a hand on Grogu’s body on top of the blanket and whispered to him soothingly, telling him that everything was going to be okay. It was as much for yourself as it was for the little boy. You weren’t sure whether he could even hear you, but it brought you comfort and you hoped he knew that he was not alone.

The only time you left Grogu’s side while waiting for Din to return was to fetch some more blankets to pile on top of him in a bid to warm him up. You weren’t sure whether it had any effect, as there was no change in Grogu’s condition to report upon when Din returned with the healer he had procured from town. Din wordlessly scooped Grogu up from his cot and took him into the main room of the house where the healer was waiting to examine him. 

You approached the room with trepidation, unsure of what the healer was going to tell you and afraid to find out. What if the news was dire and Grogu was seriously sick? No, that couldn’t happen. You couldn’t even entertain that as a possibility. 

As you stood there at Din’s side, watching the healer examine Grogu with various instruments from his bag, you could tell, despite his best efforts, how scared he was. His usual composed manner was replaced by that of a terrified father. The two of you watched with bated breath as the healer continued his examinations. In times of crisis, you always drew strength from Din. He was always so calm and steady in his manner… yet now his fear was plain to see. It was only compounding the terror you felt.

Finally, the healer was ready to give his prognosis. "The good news is, I expect he will make a full recovery,” The healer said, he was an elderly man with a white beard and spectacles which he removed and placed into his pocket as he delivered the news. The relief was instant. Din’s shoulders – which had been raised and tense – now visibly dropped. 

“And the bad news?” Din said quietly, assuming from his choice of words that there had to be another side to his prognosis.

“He is quite sick. It may take some time for him to recover fully. Whatever it is that his body is trying to fight, it’s attacking his immune system.” The healer explained. “I do think it is a mild illness, but his body is certainly taking a beating.”

Your chest ached as you looked down at Grogu. He was so tiny, so helpless. He looked so pale and he was trembling in the cold air. Grogu was such a friendly, loving little boy. He didn’t deserve to be this poorly.

“Is there anything you can give him?” Din asked.

“Yes, I will inject him now with some medication and then there is a syrup which you can give him twice per day. It should begin to work but if there is any deterioration in his symptoms, you must come and fetch me again.”

Din and you stood there quietly as you watched the elderly man inject the serum into Grogu’s abdomen. It produced a little movement in Grogu, who shifted from the shock of the needle. It was hard to think about him being in pain, but at least he had some sort of response, no matter how unpleasant.

“Just one more thing, I’ve never seen another being like him.” The healer said, gesturing towards Grogu with a look of awe on his face. “Do you know anything about his species? Perhaps the planet they are native to?”

“No.” Din said hoarsely.

“Well, it could be that they are not well-suited to cold climates and the conditions found on this planet have caused his body to react like this.” The healer explained, “Or, perhaps more likely, as that would be a strong reaction to the cold, he has caught an infection of some kind. The infection is harmless to any of us, but for someone so small… his little body is struggling to fight it. The cold weather may have exacerbated his symptoms.”

“I see.” Din replied. “Is there anything else we can do for him, other than give him the medication?”

“I believe the fireplace here still functions. You can gather some wood and light it, to keep him warm.” The healer advised, “Fortunately, it is quite a mild illness that has afflicted him in the grand scheme of things. The medication should begin to take action over the next couple of days. Any other questions?”

Din simply shook his head and you took that as an indication that he was so upset that he was struggling to find words, given how upset he was. It was time for you to step up and take over in communicating with the healer.

“No, I don’t think so. Thank you for your help.” You said, resting your hand on Din’s back between the plates of his armour and moving it slowly in an attempt to soothe him. Then you started to walk towards the door with the healer. “We’ll light a fire and keep him warm.” You vowed.

“I think that will do him good. I hope he recovers quickly,” The healer said with a nod as he headed for the door. “You know where to find me if anything changes.”

Then the elderly man was gone, into the snow. You stood and watched him through the window in the door for a few moments, trying to process the events of the day. The good news was that Grogu would recover, but it was hard to imagine him being in pain. You composed yourself and then made your way over to Din, who had removed his chest plate and helmet and gathered Grogu into his arms. He was cradling him to his chest, willing him to be okay.

Then you heard a sound that shattered you all over again. Din was sniffling, his breath coming out unevenly as he allowed a few tears that you were sure he had been holding in to finally fall down his cheeks.

“Din…” You said as you approached him, bringing your arms around him, Grogu pressed between the two of you. “He’s going to be alright. We have medicine now, I’ll go and fetch some firewood, I think there’s a crate of it outside. We’ll light a fire and bundle him in some blankets. Our little guy is tough, he’s a fighter. He’ll be fine.”

“I just… I feel so guilty,” Din admitted, his brown eyes desolate. “I didn’t even consider that this planet might not be a suitable place to bring him… it’s just another reminder that I’m not… I’m not Grogu’s real father.” Din said, his voice cracking.

“Din Djarin, you listen to me,” You said firmly, bringing your hand to his cheek and taking a deep breath as his brown eyes met yours. His eyes had widened in shock at the harsh tone you were employing with him. “You are Grogu’s father. You may not be biologically, but in every other possible way that counts for anything… You are his father. The way you love him, care about him… Maker, even the guilt that you feel right now proves that. He is all you have. He loves you so much. Grogu is going to be okay, not least because he has someone like you who would go to the ends of the galaxy to make sure he's alright.”

“Thank you,” Din whispered. “I just wish there was something I could do to help him. I hate seeing him like this. If I could, I would trade places with him in a heartbeat.”

“I know you would, Din.” You nodded. “But this is something you can’t beat in a fight or throw credits at. Time, the medicine the healer gave us and keeping him warm are the only things that will heal him. Why don’t you go and get his crib and bring it in front of the fire, tuck him in with some blankets while I go and fetch the firewood?”

“Okay.” Din nodded. “Thank you. I love you.” He said, voice still thick with the emotional turmoil of the day. You could tell that he was still wrestling with his emotions. But he knew you were there and that you cared.

“I love you too, Din.” You said, and leaned in to give him a soft, reassuring kiss. “And Grogu loves you.”

You made your way outside to the crate that contained firewood and began loading it into your arms. It was finally a chance for you to be alone and process the events. You were relieved that the healer had seemed so optimistic about Grogu’s recovery, but having to stay strong when Din lost himself had sapped your strength completely. As you paused for a few seconds, your arms laden with wood, you let out a deep breath. There was something strangely soothing about physically being able to see it appear in the cold air in front of you. It was a grounding action, you had to re-enter the cabin with all your strength and composure intact.

When you did return to the cabin, Din was hunched over Grogu’s crib, watching his son intently even though Grogu’s condition did not appear to have improved. You took Din’s place as he began arranging the pieces of wood to light the fire. You stood there, searching the boy’s tiny face for any hints as to what was going on inside his little body. Finally, with the fire lit, Din stood back and took you into his arms.

“In all of this, I forgot to ask how you’re doing. Are you alright?” Din said as he held you tightly, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as the two of you peered down at Grogu. 

“I’m worried, of course. It was such a shock this morning when I found him like this.” You confessed. “But after the visit from the healer, I feel more optimistic that he’ll be okay. Hopefully, the fire helps.”

“I hope so too. Thank you for fetching the wood.” Din said, kissing the side of your head softly.

The two of you stood there for a few more minutes before Din offered to pull the couch closer to Grogu’s crib so you could at least get comfortable while you continued your solemn vigil over his crib. Once he had done so, the two of you cuddled up. If Grogu was healthy, it would have been a perfect familial scene: Din’s strong arm holding you close as you rested your head on his chest and cuddled on the comfortable seat. But there was a sick child before you and both of your thoughts were occupied by his well-being.

You weren’t sure at what point the exhaustion of the day had overwhelmed you but, you had apparently nodded off. You woke up with a start at the sound. At first, you refused to believe that it could really be what you thought it was. But as you fluttered your eyelids open, your suspicions were correct. There was Grogu, standing up in his crib, his little green claws resting on the wooden frame, tilting his head to one side and searching your face with his big brown eyes. He made the sound again, a concerned coo. You looked up to Din, who was going through the same stages as you. He leaned forward, his eyes wide in disbelief as he studied his son before him.

“Grogu? You’re… you’re okay?” Din stammered in disbelief.

“Hatu!” Grogu babbled happily as Din picked him up underneath his little arms and pulled him onto his lap. 

“Oh, buddy… you gave us such a fright…” Din whispered, his voice cracking as he stared at his son, as if he could not believe the rapid improvement in his condition had really happened.

You brought your hand down to stroke Grogu’s fuzzy head carefully. His normal body temperature had returned as had the healthy green pigment of his skin. “The fire must have really helped,” You determined.

“Yes,” Din nodded. “I can’t believe how well he seems… I thought I was going to lose him,” Din breathed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Grogu.” Din said, picking Grogu off his lap and cuddling him into his chest as the tears began to fall again. “Please don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Grogu brought his hand to his father’s cheek, as if attempting to wipe the tears away. But that only made Din cry harder and the scene was so touching that before you knew it, you found yourself reduced to a blubbering mess alongside them. Grogu looked at the two of you concernedly, as though he couldn’t understand that he somehow had something to do with the current upset in his two favourite people. But you and Din kept reassuring him that you were just relieved, not angry at him or upset with him, as you dropped kisses to his wrinkled head and stroked him soothingly.

A few minutes later, when the tears had subsided, Din gathered you and Grogu into his warm, broad chest and held the two of you tightly. Now you had your picture-perfect familial scene in the secluded cabin. The little boy who had given you such a fright had made a recovery, thanks to the fire, the healer’s medicine and the two people who loved him the most. 

You sat there, warm and safe in the arms of the man you loved, thanking the Force that the child you both loved so much had made such a quick recovery. You smiled in contentment as you listened to the crackling noises coming from the fire.

[the-djarin-clan]

* None of the photos used belong to me, (most of them I found randomly in We heart It) only moodboard. if you want to use it, but give credits.

[sweetlittlemissnothing]

Funko does it again! I can’t wait to get my hands on these, I could cry you guys! And would you just look at Grugo with the butterfly. 😍🦋 QUICK UPDATE: I just pre-ordered them all on POPCULTCHA 😍

[cosmoeclipse]

They're playing hide and seek and Grogu thinks he can't be seen if he hides his face :)

[christinamadsen]

Amazing chapter! Grugo is the cutest! 💚🥹 Excited for the next chapter🫶🏼

Woven in the Stars | din djarin x f!reader

Series masterlist | Main masterlist

Chapter 2 - Cosmically Sewn

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~4k

Chapter summary: Din returns to town with Grogu, meeting with you to get custom clothes. Getting acquainted with the pair, you strike up an offer that could bring you and Din even closer. Will Din accept?

Chapter warnings: slow burn, mutual pining, dad!Din, flirting, one (1) use of the word “daddy” in a nonsexual way, reader refers to Din as ‘Mando’ (for now 🤭), POV switching, inaccurate star wars info, liberties taken with the Creed, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, none really mostly just pining and fluff

A/N: hi everybody!!! tank you for sticking with me, life has been so hectic lately to say the least 🙃 but these two are finally acquainted with one another! the smut will happen eventually so bear with me y’all! i will throw y’all a bone occasionally, but the freak narsty smut happens all at the end. gotta let these two babies pine and let that slow burn burnnnn! can y’all sense i’m a sucker for the buildup? hehehe anyway i hope y’all enjoy! 🩵 not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

Divider by @saradika

the first emboldened word = Din’s POV

the first italicized word = Your POV

Stirring in the plush, handsewn sheets, Din’s eyes flutter open, adjusting to the beaming sunlight. Groaning, he huffs as he rubs the shadow of stubble growing on his face, as he recalls what he did last night before falling asleep. Dread washes over him as he thinks of how he has to face you at the market later.

With a deep sigh, he rises from the bed and tidily makes his bed before padding into Grogu’s room. Thankfully, he’s still sleeping, still cuddled up with the stuffed bantha you gave to him.

You are everywhere he looks. How have you infiltrated his mind so quickly?

Din heads down the hall and into the refresher, opting to take a long shower while Grogu still sleeps. The scalding water soothes the dull aches that still linger in his body from years of battling. He scrubs hard, attempting to wash away what he did last night, the guilt and shame.

He shuts the water off and dries off before trudging back down the hall and into his room. As he slips on his flight suit, soft coos make his ears perk up. He smooths out the wrinkles in his shirt as he goes to peer into Grogu’s room. The child now wide awake and still gripping onto the bantha. He squeals at the sight of his father, hands up and stretched forward. 

Din cradles him in one arm as he walks out into the kitchen, starting their daily routine. One that consists of breakfast for Grogu, and sometimes Din. If he’s not eating breakfast with his son, he’s usually doing some work - whether that be house work or having comm link meetings with Teva or Karga.

Today, it’s just breakfast for the two of them. Grogu brushes the stubble on his father’s face while he prepares their meal. In the past, he’d tell Grogu to stop touching his helmet. Things have changed.

Din no longer wears his helmet around Grogu so long as they’re alone in their home. He’s part of his clan now, having adopted him. Seeing that Bo-Katan and a few others who’ve walked both worlds, and being exposed to different Mandalorians who practice the culture differently, he’s decided to take some liberties with the Creed. He wants his son to see him, all of him after losing him once. Also, Grogu is still far too young to partake in the Creed, so he should be allowed to see his father.

He prepares breakfast for the both of them, sitting Grogu down in his chair as he serves them both. His son squeals as his father serves him and sits beside him. Mirroring each other, the clan eats in silence. Grogu busies himself with his meal, completely oblivious to his spiraling father.

How is he supposed to face you again today? Why did he do that last night? Maker, he needs to regain his sense of self control. He knew domestic life was going to be an adjustment, but he didn’t think he’d let himself slip up so easily, so quickly. For stars sake, he’s already thinking about sharing a life with someone, with you. He has other things to take care of before he can even give that a second thought. Like settling in, helping Grogu adjust to this new life, prioritizing his contract work with Teva, and the occasional tasks from Karga. He hopes he can act normally today. You caught him off guard yesterday, but hopefully he can prepare himself to see your beautiful face.

A whine pulls him from his thoughts. Grogu has crawled into his lap, pouting up at him with those big brown eyes, meaning he’s still hungry. Din hands him his spoon, and turns him around to face the table. Grogu squeals with delight as he rapidly devours the rest of his father’s food. 

With a tiny burp, Grogu plops down into Din’s lap and sinks into the warmth of his chest. Din rises to his feet and pads into his son’s room, cleaning him up and changing him into a spare tunic. He settles Grogu in his pram, nuzzling the new stuffed bantha that he’s quickly attached to next to him, and walks across the hall to put on his armor.

As he reaches for his helmet, he calls out for Grogu before placing it on his head. “Come on, Grogu, let’s go.” A hissing sound erupts as he slips his helmet on, and he rushes back into the living room, slinging the sack over his shoulder while Grogu plays in the pram with his bantha. Another reminder of you, he exhales a deep modulated sigh as he braces himself for a day at the plaza. Embarrassment coursing through him as he and Grogu head out the door and off on their journey for today.

Maker give him strength.

The town bustles as the sweltering sun beams down onto the plaza. Setting up the last display at your textile stall, you wipe the bead of sweat that’s formed at your brow. Mando is supposed to return with Grogu today, making you feel particularly giddy about seeing the mandalorian again. You’ve heard tales about mandalorians your whole life, and have even seen some in passing having lived on Nevarro for a few years now. However, something about him was so enthralling.

You couldn’t place it. Perhaps it was the way he was so caring and gentle with his son, or perhaps it was his demeanor which was surprisingly a lot more open than you had expected. Most encounters with mandalorians are short, as they are not people of many words - but not with him. Something about the man in beskar has captivated you, unable to shake him from your head since meeting him yesterday.

Subconsciously, you’ve never taken this much interest in a commission before. You’d even selected an array of fabrics for him to choose from for Grogu. You tell yourself it’s because of the unorthodox, sweet duo. The green baby having captured your heart the second you laid eyes on him, his curious eyes wandering and babbles that escaped him having tugged at your heart strings. You wondered how he ended up with his father, the resemblance between them obviously nonexistent, but you didn’t ask. It’s not your place to know, let alone judge, unless Mando feels comfortable telling you.

You should know better than anyone how complicated familial relationships can be. That family does not always correlate to blood relation, being adopted since birth after your biological parents had given you up to your mother and father. You believe that the stars lead you to people. They lead you to your family - your parents, your brother, your sisters. You are their daughter, their sister despite what biology may say.

Oh how you miss them all so much. What you’d give to see them again. You hope they’re alright, that the krayt dragon hasn’t reached them despite all the time that has passed.

Biting back tears, you shake your head and pack the selected textiles into a box and place them in your home-turned-shop. Working out of your home has its perks - never having to leave. It’s also got its downsides with the lack of space. It can get crammed sometimes, and it’s hard to not bring work home with you - literally and figuratively. Big commissions can be stressful, and dealing with a particularly aggravating vendor neighbor doesn’t help.

Recounting your last encounter with him, it was thankfully diffused quickly by your other neighbors. He’d yelled at some innocent kids who were eyeing the fruits he sells, calling them thieves and accusing everyone of being one after he’d had a few pieces of fruit stolen from his stand. You’d intervened first, scolded him for yelling at children and consoling them by offering them some candy from your stash. Thankfully the other neighbors despised him as well and jumped into your’s and the children’s defenses. He backed off and hasn’t said anything since. Hopefully it stays that way. 

Thank the Maker he doesn’t actually live next to you.

The sound of your name pulls you from your recollection and back into reality. You rush outside and your breath hitches in your throat. There he is, in all his shiny glory. If he’s this captivating with his helmet on, you can’t help but wonder what he looks like underneath it.

You wave at them, beaming as Grogu returns a wave with his tiny hand as he holds the stuffed bantha you gifted him just yesterday. Din desperately tries to keep his composure as he approaches you, trying not to think of what he’d done last night. His hands having grown clammy under his gloves, his helmet suddenly feeling hotter as the sight of you sends his head spinning.

You’re radiant, as if you belong in the stars in the evening skies - outshining every galaxy he’s ever seen. Your energy is infectious, making his heartbeat stutter. 

“Hi, baby! I see you brought your new toy with you! Do you like it?” You ask, voice full of glee. Grogu happily garbles an incomprehensible response, but you take it as a ‘yes’ and burst into a fit of giggles. Your laugh like music to his ears, he bites back a groan under his helmet. 

Is there any part of you that isn’t beautiful?

“Hi, Mando,” you giggle. It sucks the air out of his lungs hearing your breathy laugh and his name from your lips. Sweat forms on his brow and he wishes he could wipe it away. He fidgets with his holster, giving you a nod. “Hi, cyar’ika,” he nervously stammers, the affectionate name having escaped his mouth without thinking. Your brow quirks as your lips pull into a grin. “I’ve never heard that before. Is that your native tongue?” You inquire, fully intrigued by the name.

Fuck. He didn’t mean to let the name slip.

“It is. It’s Mando’a, the language of my people.” Your smile grows larger, making Din’s heart beat faster and body grow hotter. “It sounds lovely! What does that word mean? Should I be insulted?” You playfully tease him. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes bug out of his head as his cheeks grow red. “What? No, it was not an insult, I promise. It means, uh… it means ‘friend,’” he lies. You nod, narrowing your eyes at him as if you don’t believe him.

“Okay. If you say so, Mando,” you tell him, coyly winking at him. He clears his throat as awkward tension fills the silence between you two.

Grogu’s squealing breaks the tension, making you laugh. “You ready for some new clothes, baby?!” You ask him, scooping him up from his pram, eliciting a giggle from the baby. 

His heart feels like it’s going to burst through the beskar.

Tickling the child, he laughs excitedly as you set him on one of the tables at your stall. “Wait here,” you tell the clan as you disappear into your studio. You return with a box containing something. You place the box on the table, Grogu cooing in curiosity. Din tilts his head to the side. 

“What’s this?” He asks, making you beam. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I selected some fabrics for you to choose from based on what he was wearing yesterday! But also, please feel free to browse around the other selections,” you explain with a sparkle in your eyes as you smile at him, laughing as Grogu grabs one of your fingers to balance himself as he wobbles to the box.

He’s undeserving of your kindness, unable to fathom what he’s done to be on the receiving end of it.

“You didn’t have to do that, cyar’ika,” he nearly whispers. Your face is beginning to ache with the amount you’ve been smiling since he arrived. “It was no problem, Mando. I hope you like some of the selections. You can tell me if you don’t, you can be honest with me. Trust me, I can take it,” you tell him with a coy smile and a wink, making him suck in a sharp breath.

Keep it together, Din.

“Th-they’re lovely, cyar’ika. Thank you very much, I’m perfectly happy with any of the fabrics you’ve chosen,” he tells you. “Are you sure? Because I-I can pick out some more,” you say timidly.

Is he making you flustered? No. There’s no way.

“No need. They’re perfect.” You give him a nod and tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. “How about we let Grogu choose his favorites from the pile?” He says, subconsciously inching closer to you. “O-Okay,” you stutter.

You bend down to meet Grogu’s height. “Grogu! Which one do you like, baby?” You gently ask him as you hold up two pieces of fabric for him to choose from. He points to one in your left hand with a grunt. You repeat the process two more times, the smile never leaving yours or Din’s faces.

He watches quietly as you swipe your measuring tape from your apron, wrapping it around Grogu who garbles in confusion as he wonders what’s going on. He looks up at you with his big brown eyes, tiny teeth peeking out from his mouth. You smile and scrunch your nose at him, speaking to him about different things like toys, candy, animals, anything a child would like. You intently listen to every garble that streams from Grogu as if you can understand him, showing him enthusiasm as he babbles. 

Din can feel his body heating up, his chest feeling fuzzy as he watches you interact with his son.

Grogu goes for something in one of your pockets - the pin cushion. You and Din panic, you get to him before he pricks himself on a needle. “No no, baby! Those are sharp, they can hurt you. Here, you can play with this instead,” you say, handing him a spare one sans pins. You remove the one from your apron and toss it onto a table behind you, probably to ensure he doesn’t reach it at all.

How are you so maternal? Is it instinctual or do you have children of your own?

“You’re really good with him,” he says, moreso to himself rather than you. “Hmm?” You say, lifting your head and eyes wide as you meet his gaze. His heart feels like it’s going to combust every time you look at him. 

“What?” He asks. A smile splays on your face, teeth poking through your lips. “What did you say? I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you said,” you explain.

“Y-you’re, uh, you’re really good with him. Most people can’t keep up with his hyperness, but you can.” He sees something flash across your eyes.

Bashfulness?

“Oh. Thank you, that’s very kind,” you say, voice hushed and shy. “Do, um, do you have any children of your own, if you don’t mind me asking?” He can’t help, but ask - curious as to how you’re so good with his son, curious if you’ve got a riduur at home.

“No! No children, just me at home. I did have a little sister and have just always had a soft spot for kids, but no… no children,” you tell him, a noticeable deflation in your voice as you bring up your sister.

Did. He catches that, unable to miss the use of past tense. Feeling like he’s already pried from you, he nods. “Well, you’re a natural. Plus, he likes you,” Din says, offering some sort of comfort and shifting the focus of the conversation.

Grogu chirps from below the both of you, making you smile. You boop his nose, making him laugh. “I like him too. We’re best friends now, aren’t we, baby?” You ask him, tickling his sides as Grogu’s laughter grows louder. “Better watch out, Mando. I think I’ve taken the throne as his favorite,” you say through your giggles. Din watches from behind his helmet as you cradle Grogu, his heart taking flight at the sight in front of him.

“I don’t doubt that, cyar’ika.”

“So… can I ask what brings you into town, besides clothes for Grogu?” You ask, marking measurements on the selected fabric.

“Uh, yes, uh, we’re actually also here to gather some things for a fence I’m building. I’ve got a pond in front of our house and Grogu keeps torturing the frogs. I also don’t want him falling in, so I’m buying the last of the supplies to block it off.”

Your heart softens at the mandalorian’s concern. Going above and beyond for his son.

“Those poor frogs,” you giggle at the thought of Grogu messing with them. “Yeah, if he keeps eating them, he’s going to turn into one,” he huffs. Grogu snaps his head up, garbling what seems like a question.

“Have you started building the fence yet?” You through a fit of laughter.

“I have not, I’ve been occupied with some last minute tasks High Magistrate Karga asked me to complete. But I plan to start soon, possibly within the next week.”

You hum as silence settles amongst you three. A thought pops into your head, recounting the time you spent helping your father around the moisture farm back home on Tatooine as a young girl. Building and repairing fences and traps with your brother around the farm, your father adamant on ridding your home of womp rats.

Without even thinking about your next words, they eagerly roll off your tongue. Not sure why you’d go so far to extend a helping hand, but not questioning yourself either.

“Would you like some help?” Mando tilts his head to the side. “W-with the fence! That is,” you say, trailing off at the end. “Oh, that’s quite alright, cyar’ika. It’s a lot of work, and I couldn’t ask another task of you.”

“It’d be no problem! I’m more than happy to help, if you’ll let me.”

You’ve never been so eager to do farm work in your life. Surely, your father would laugh at your enthusiasm.

“Cyar’ika, you’re very kind, but I’d be indebted to you should you help me. In fact, I already am with the garments you’re crafting for Grogu.” You playfully roll your eyes

“Again with the formalities. You aren’t indebted to me, Mando! This is my job. Helping would be considered a favor, helping out a friend.”

“Friend.” Mando states. 

“Yeah. Isn’t that what you call me? ‘Cya-cy-cyar’,” you stumble through the pronunciation. Mando barks out a hearty laugh, sending a flurry of butterflies swarming in your belly.

“Yes, we are friends, cyar’ika. You can just call me ‘Mando’ or ‘friend.’ We’ll work on your pronunciation later, don’t want you hurting yourself now,” he teases. Your scrunch your face up, mouth gaped open. “Wow! How rude of you, Mando! Give a lady some grace, why don’t you?!” You squeak, unable to contain the surprise in your voice as a huge smile breaks out onto your face, taken aback by his sudden playfulness.

“I’m sorry, cyar’ika. How can I re-earn your good graces?” A smile evident in his voice.

Your face feels like it’s going to fall off if you keep smiling.

“For starters, you can tell me what that word really means. I’m only fluent in Basic and Jawaese,” you say with a wink, trying to make him feel equally as flustered.

“Jawaese? Are you not native to Nevarro?”

You shake your head as you measure Grogu once more, jotting down his measurements, playfully booping his nose to keep him entertained. “I am not. Tatooine was my home, it’s where I was born and where I grew up.”

He nods, carefully catching a wobbling Grogu. “So what brought you here?” You smirk. “I could ask you the same, Mando… if that is your real name,” you tease. The mandalorian chuckles under his helmet.

Oh what you’d give to see his smile.

“Maybe I’ll tell you… should you ever choose to tell me your given name,” you tease.

“Fair enough. I’ll tell you everything one day, cyar’ika.”

One day. Is he possibly considering telling you his name?

“One day,” you repeat. Your gaze never leaves his, staring into the blacked-out T in his helmet, hoping he can see the desire in your eyes. The silence is broken with the clearing of Mando’s throat. 

“I plan on starting next week. Does that work for you, cyar’ika?” 

You nod a little too eagerly, automatically agreeing despite not having checked your deadline schedules for other commissions. “It does! I’ll even bring over Grogu’s new tunics next week, they’ll be ready by then,” you excitedly say, folding the paper containing Grogu’s measurements and tucking it into your apron. Tucking your pencil behind your ear, you fold the fabrics up and carefully place them back in the box.

Grogu picks one up and hands it to you, melting your heart. You graciously pout, cooing at him. “Thank you, baby!” You squeal, gently caressing his cheek. He nuzzles into your touch.

He’s got you wrapped around his little green finger.

A pang of disappointment hits your heart, your time with the clan coming to a close.

You sigh as you tuck the box of fabric under one of the tables behind you. Silence hangs in the air, fiddling with your apron as you’re unable to say goodbye.

“Well… I guess we’ll be seeing you next week, cyar’ika?” Mando says, making you perk up at the sound of his voice. “Yes, yes you will, Mando.” You can’t help but smile at the thought of spending time with the duo.

“Good. I can’t wait, mesh’la,” he says quietly. Your brows reach your hairline at the new nickname. “Okay, now what does that one mean, Mando? You better not be insulting me!” You exclaim, poking fun at him, but genuinely curious as to what he’s saying.

“I would never, cyar’ika! Like I said, I’ll tell you one day,” he assures you. You sarcastically hum, reaching for something else in your pocket and hand Grogu yet another piece of candy.

“Here you go, little man. Thank you for being so good today, baby!” You tell him, helping him unwrap the lollipop as he squeals with excitement. He incoherently babbles as you discard the wrapper.

“None for daddy though, he’s being a meanie,” you pretend to whisper to Grogu. Your head snaps up at the sound of a groan.

“You alright, Mando?” You ask, brows pinched together. “Y-yeah, cyar’ika. I’m fine. J-just s-sometimes… this… helmet gives me, uh, a headache. I’m fine though,” he stammers. Your worry not quite dissolving. 

“I’m sorry, Mando. Would you like some medicine? I think I might have some inside,” you worriedly ramble. He waves you off. “It’s alright, cyar’ika. I promise. Th-thank you for all your help today, truly,” he nervously says. Taking his word, you nod.

“Well, I’m here if you ever need anything. And of course, it was my pleasure,” you say as you extend your hand to him, smiling as you do so. He quickly glances down to your hand, his large gloved hand fully encasing yours, his thick fingers brushing against yours in the process. He gently shakes your hand, giving it a soft squeeze in between, flashing him a gentle smile.

Is he smiling under there? You hope so.

“See you next week, cyar’ika,” he says, his hand still in yours. “I’ll see you both next week, Mando,” you say breathlessly. He sets your hand down, but doesn’t let go. You can sense his hesitation, but what could he be hesitating about?

“Have a lovely day… mesh’la,” he rasps with a tender, but swift swirl of his thumb on your hand. Sparks of electricity bolt throughout your body, your hand feeling as if it’s ablaze. He quickly drops your hand, gathering Grogu in his arms and settling him in his pram.

“Thank you. You too, Mando,” you nearly whisper, still relishing in the lingering feeling of his hand in yours. “Bye, cyar’ika,” he says with a wave, Grogu mirroring his father’s actions. “Bye, Mando. Bye, Grogu!” You say, returning the wave to the father-son duo. They part from your stall.

There’s a few customers browsing around your stall, but you hardly notice them as your mind swirls from what just happened between you and Mando.

What was that?

A customer comes up to you to ask a question. You shake the thoughts from your head and go about the work day. Anticipation blooms within you as the day drags on.

Next week can’t come fast enough.

we've finally been introduced to our reader (or as Din likes to call you, 'Cyari'ka' hehehe) and now the plot has been set up for some major pining! we've even caught a glimpse of backstory for reader!

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