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[hipsofsteel]

Oh good lord, Cold Seas series. It's been so long! Had to go reread it upon seeing these.

Thank you for sharing this wonderful art and your work on translating!

My hetalia oldoldoold pics for mermay. I love mermaids so much tho. btw I I drew it from a fic, and y'all know which. ;) @hipsofsteel Heyo! I used to translate your fan fiction, but I completely forgot that I also drew pictures! It's a wonderful story! I'm crying. :')

[lucycola]

HI! Idk if it works well as a one shot but had an idea for a f!reader who is close with Din (or even Spock, I’m not picky) and begins fainting a lot. She tries to brush it off, but he gets more and more worried for her safety, so much so that he catches her a lot of the times as he’s on such high alert and is learning the signs Anyways pretty random but I trust you to do whatever you want with it🙏 thank youuu

This is my first time writing the Mandalorian so I’m hella scared aight. Jedi!Reader travels with Din and baby, seeking out the other Jedi to train her. Reader has feelings for Din. Din is his usual distant self at first. Elusively affectionate at times. They don’t know each other’s names because I like to make things difficult. Bits of Jedi telepathy between Reader and baby.

WARNINGS: Self starvation, fainting, FLUFF

You forewent food so often it was beginning to show. You had always been taut and toned thanks to fighting and fending off raiders and scavengers, but you were dropping weight rather quickly. You remedied this by wearing thick layers over your tunic, claiming the Razorcrest was too cold. You were stubborn in the least, but there had to be enough food for the baby and the Mandalorian. It wasn’t the first time you skipped a meal and it wasn’t such a big deal really. You wanted to make sure the baby or Mando didn’t go without.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t only making you thinner. You had random bouts of dizziness to the point that you stowed yourself away in the tiny compartment you called a bunk and lay there till the spell passed. You did your best to hide it from the both of them. The less trouble you caused, the better. This ride was practically free (so long as you helped with the baby).

The first instance you gave yourself away was speaking casually to the metal man in the cockpit about...well you couldn’t remember. The bout was sudden and you felt the edges of your vision blacken.

The Mandalorian had noticed your cease in speech and eyed you curiously. You were stone still with your right palm over your stomach.

You could feel the hammer of your heart in your ears and soon a total sheet of black was pulled over your heads as your head kissed the floor of the cockpit.

You were awoken to gloved hands fastened about your shoulders, giving them a firm shake.

“--hey! Wake up,” came the deep baritone voice through its modulator.

Your eyes blinked open to find your blurry reflection in his helmet.

“Oh!” you mouthed and scrambled back on the floor, “I’m sorry!”

You had to press you forehead to your hands. Even that movement costed you as another wave of dizziness came upon you.

“Are you alright?” he asked in a sympathetic tone you rarely heard and it was only ever directed at the baby. You felt your face flush. You felt pathetic.

“I’m fine I just...I just...”

“You just fainted.”

“It’s never happened before. I have no idea-I need to go.”

You carefully maneuvered yourself up and held the wall with your left and forehead with your right.

The Mandalorian did not press you for much more as that was his nature. Any questions he inquired were a gift and any conversation longer than three sentences was miracle.

You flung yourself face first on he ratty mattress and felt it then. The strong grumbling in your stomach.

x

After another another spell that left you waking up under a freezing stream of water in the fresher deterred you from being alone with your host longer than ten minutes. You turned your one meal a day into smaller divisions to eat more frequently in hope of warding off the spells. You still continued to feel dizzy a few times a day.

“That was...long,” the Mandalorian commented as you rushed by him, still dripping wet.

“I fell asleep,” you blushed and made your way back to your mattress.

A cute babble erupted from a lump in your blanket and you grinned. “Who’s hiding under there?”

You scooped up the baby who immediately pushed his tiny nose to yours and rubbed it in a little kiss as a greeting.

“Do you wanna sleep with me tonight, goose?” you asked, tickling his stomach, prodding further giggling. You arched a brow at the rectangular lump protruding next to the baby’s hiding place. You knelt down and as you did felt your heart beat louden in your ears. You blinked a few times, trying to steady your blurry vision. You opted to sit down instead and pulled out what the baby had been hiding with. You pulled out your family’s saber and gave him a stern face.

“You...can’t play with...this,” you struggled to say, feeling your vision going south again.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply through your nose. You hugged the baby to your chest and he watched you in wonder with his big doe eyes. He tilted his head to one side and slowly met your cheeks with both hands.

You saw a vision of you passing out, hitting the grass beneath your feet. It was another spell you had while at a camp you and the Mandalorian had made while on Andraulus II. He had been away (thank the Maker) and it saved you the embarrassment of being shaken awake again.

You opened your eyes to be met by the slobbery big stare of the baby making the cutest concerned face.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, a little annoyed that it seemed he was always watching you somehow. You had to still your habit of swearing just because of it. ”Just don’t tell Mando, alright?”

“Tell me what.”

The Mandalorian was perched in the doorway of your bunk, leaned up against it casually. You felt your heart quicken. That sneaky bucket-head! For someone who wore clunky, heavy-as-hell beskar he was light on his feet.

Your face flamed. “I-I was-”

The baby clicked the button of your saber causing the blue to flash up.

“Stop that, now,” you chided the little fellow. “You can’t play with it. It was my grandfather’s. It’s very special and dangerous. Go to your papa, now.”

You re-sheathed the saber in on itself and handed the baby off to the ready arms of his father.

Once again the Mandalorian didn’t press any further and simply turned on his heel and left. You fell back in the mattress and huffed.

x

It hit you again in front on the Mandalorian again in the cockpit one day after a length trek to find a bounty. You had pushed to go with him for some reason he had let you.

“Think you can keep up this time, Jedi?” A cross between playful banter and a stern warning. You could never tell with him. He terrified you, but also excited you.

“Better than you, bucket head,” you quipped back.

“No more surprise naps.”

You blushed.

“I--”

“Head out.”

He patted your head making you feel smaller than you already were (you were over a head shorter than he) and continued past you into the forest.

You both returned safely and with no dizzy spells. You mad sure to drink as much water as you could and even allowed yourself a little nibble.

When you both returned with a body in tow he went to encase it in carbonite and you went to find his baby fighting sleep in your bunk again.

After rocking him and settling him down you joined the Mandalorian in the cockpit and carefully sat in the copilot’s chair. As soon as you sat you felt a wave of dizziness envelop your head. It was quicker this time. You clutched your stomach and swayed. You felt a gloved hand with a steel grip clutch your shoulder. Without sound he was beside you, peering down at you.

“What’s wrong with you.” The question was phrased as a demand.

“I’m fine.”

“I’ve had enough of that.”

“I’m just really tired.” You made to stand and almost keeled over. A swift arm swept under your knees and you were being cradled to cold beskar.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered.

He softly walked to your bunk. “If there’s something wrong, you need to tell me. I can’t have you going out like that on a retrieval. It’s hard enough to watch your back and my own, not adding fighting off enemies with you slung on my shoulder.”

“I’m not useless,” you mumbled. You could fight amateurly with the saber, but you had been practicing with a blaster.

“You are unconscious.”

He set you down next to the baby quietly. You laid there and he towered over you, making you shiver.

“What’s wrong with you.”

“I’m exhausted.”

You were surprised to hear him sigh under the cover of the modulator. It was soft and tired in itself.

“Little Jedi,” he murmured, his name for you.

When it came to introducing one another after your third run in he replied to the standard “Who are you?” with “Someone who’s tired of saving your ass”.

“I was the one doing the ass saving. You almost lost your helmet back there, bucket-head.”

“Are you a Jedi?”

“Maybe. I’m not sure.”

“Who are you?”

“Someone who’s tired of saving your ass.”

You wrapped your arms around the sleeping baby. “Are you mad now?”

“No,” and then with a touch of finality, “Don’t lie to me again.”

The tone of his voice sent heat blooming in your belly.

“Goodnight, bucket-head.”

“Goodnight, little Jedi.”

x

A few days later you were being shaken awake again and immediately your hearing was flooded by the cries of the baby. You had fainted with the child in your arms and sudden panic filled your chest.

The Mandalorian had found you in the hole, spread eagle on your back with the baby wailing to the top of its lungs.

You reached for him groggily and the Mandalorian snatched him up before you could. You were left to look around confused a few moments before the baby had been hushed.

“What in the hell is wrong with you!” an angry voice came from above.

You looked up to see a very tall Mandalorian, coddling the little green bundle.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could offer. Your head slumped forward.

“Something is wrong with you and you keep skipping around like it’s fine,” he halfway barked, “He could’ve gotten hurt. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

You rubbed the back of your head. “It’s not so bad this time,” you mumbled.

The Mandalorian squatted to your level and snapped your head to face him with his free hand.

“And what if he hit his head?”

You eyes widened. Mando was right.

“I’m giving you one last chance to tell me or I’m strapping you to your bed.”

His interrogation was interrupted by the intense grumbling of your stomach.

The baby pointed to it, looking at his father as if to say, See? I tried to tell you.

“Ah,” the Mandalorian looked at you knowingly. “You’re not eating enough.”

“I don’t want to eat all of our food,” you pleaded, “You and the baby need more than me. I’ll be fine with just a little.”

“Not if you keep fainting like this.”

You both were silent a moment and you could feel his glaring at you through his helmet.

“Am in trouble?’

“Big trouble.”

x

Then came the Mandalorian’s restless tirade of nearly force-feeding you every hour. Your stomach had shrunk considerably since you started skipping meals and it was hard to go back to a regular eating schedule. The dizziness still hit you now and again, but Mando had learned the signs. He’d watch your eyes get big and far away and you always held your stomach with your right hand. Then plunk! You’d go down.

He’d made a point to always be a few feet from you, sometimes even trailing you when you walked to make sure you were alright. Often you were practically confined by command to a chair. You were steadied when swaying in the chair and swooped up when standing. Even if you were only dizzy and had not fainted you were still cradled to his chest fiercely every time you showed signs.

It was so endearing and you were horribly embarrassed.

After one occasion you were swept up and awoke to still be in his arms. He hadn’t moved a muscle and stood there, holding you tight.

“Mando?”

“You need to eat.”

“If I do I’ll throw up.”

He sighed.

“How long was I out?” You pressed your head to the cool beskar, breathing in his scent.

“About a minute.” He was already walking lightly to the bunks.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

He deposited you in his bunk instead (by mistake?) and left you there confused. He returned shortly with water and made you drink at least half.

“Little Jedi,” he sighed again. “Who in the world are you?”

You looked up at him adoringly. He had never bothered to ask again in all your travels together and you hadn’t asked out of fear and respect. You didn’t know if the Mandalore had names once they donned their helmets.

“Y/N,” you said quietly, “My name is Y/N.” After a beat, “Who are you?”

“My name is Din.”

The name tasted sweet on your tongue and sounded heavenly in your ears.

“Now we know each other,” you smiled.

“Yes,” you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Now we know one another.”

A soft hand skimmed the side of your face. The feeling of warm flesh shocked you. You hadn’t even seen him take off his glove.

“Promise me,” he said sternly, contradicting his touch, “You won’t starve yourself again.”

“I promise, Din.”

He patted your head. “Very good, little one. Very good.”

FIN