#it was a cheap wooden frog and a tiny toy gun

[nimbus713]

do you ever just silently love people?

like, you love them so very much, and you are aware that they don’t feel the same for you because theres really nothing about your relationship that should make you love them?

you don’t expect them to feel the same because you understand that the things about them that have affected you aren’t like big things or anything, they’re just simple

so like you love them immensely and are happy with the fact that you’re simply an unremarkable friend or even just and acquaintance

but the way they treat you or other people or even just how they act in general invokes such admiration and love, and there’s no reasonable for you to care about them this much but you just do

idk i guess i just love people for simple reasons. i love feeling love.

[dindjarinandlysakane]

The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 1 - Lysa Kane

Din Djarin is happy on Nevarro. He has a home, a family, what more could he want? But when a woman turns up selling bread and cakes at his doorstep, how can he not fall in love? And how can he also stop her from getting hurt at the hands of her partner behind closed doors? Will the hero save the girl and get the girl? Warm and sweet fluff/romance/hurt/comfort fic.

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Chapter 1

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Din Djarin was content.

For the first time in his existence he needed for nothing. He was on a planet with clean air. He had a home, a ship, good friends, and even family.

The Mandalorian, who was sitting at a scrubbed wooden table inside of his cabin fixing one of the booster parts of his N-1 Starfighter, glanced through the open window to where he could see Grogu.

His son was playing near the pond, toying with the frogs that resided in it - his favourite thing to do while they had some downtime.

Din was happy that he now had a place for Grogu to just be able to be a kid. For here he could be safe without the worry of capture, or worse.

Din gave a chuckle as Grogu, using his powers, sent a frog spinning into the air before it fell into the pool once more.

Turning back to his work, his expression formed again into a frown as he scrutinised the device in front of him. He knew that eventually it would need to be looked at by Peli Motto and her team of droids. But he could put a temporary fix on for now, avoiding making a trip over to Tatooine without reason to be there.

It was likely that a job in that part of the outer rim would come up eventually, now that his role of Bounty Hunter was back up and running.

But since he had settled here in Nevarro three weeks ago, he and Grogu had only taken on one job and that had been a quick one, paying very little in return.

And as far as credits went, Din had used his last yesterday, picking up food and supplies to make him and Grogu’s home - a home.

His child didnt want for much. But despite the pair being set up with a few items of furniture, there was very little here, and basic bedding and utensils had needed to be bought. So that’s where his credits had disappeared to. 

Raising a kid certainly wasn't cheap. If it had just been Din here alone, he would have gotten by on the few items he had gathered during his travels inside a tiny storage trunk at the base of the Starfighter. But he wanted a better life for the child. And that, he realised, required buying things. And that meant, credits. Lots of credits!

Din gave a weary sigh, but as he did so, he heard another sound nearby.

A sound drawing nearer and nearer…

He lifted his head, eyes on Grogu, as he listened, his hand moving to his blaster which sat on the table nearby.

It sounded like a speeder.

Din was so far out of town and away from the usual roads between here and the Mandalorian camp, so it was rare to get anyone just ‘passing by’.

Getting quickly to his feet and placing the gun into its holster at his waist, he strolled through the door that led out into the yard where Grogu was playing. 

From here he had a good view of the path that led down to his home.

He saw his son look up from what he was doing to watch, as a small battered landspeeder juddered down the road towards them.

At first, Din presumed it would be someone he knew, come to see him. But as they hovered closer he noticed that this was no one he recognised.

The battered old speeder slowed to a stop a little way from his ship. His smart Naboo Starfighter seeming gigantic compared to this tiny vehicle. From here it looked ancient, with faded blue panelling on the outside. It had certainly seen better days that was for sure.

Nearby Grogu cooed, as Din’s hand tensed near to his blaster. Ever cautious of a stranger and what they might want from them.

But to his surprise, this stranger lifted off their visor revealing a length of loose, wavy hair, the colour of honey, and offered him a soft smile.

“Didn't realise there was anyone living out this far,” came the voice of the woman as she got to her feet, stepping from the landspeeder. “I never normally come this way, I was just trying to avoid a dust storm on my way back from Jawa territory”. 

She was clothed in a long light grey jacket that fell to the floor and an outfit of pale lilac beneath, practical for the bleaching dusty desert sands Din noted.

At her voice, Grogu got to his feet, waddling over towards the newcomer with interest.

The woman reached into the rear of the speeder and lifted the lid off a basket she had hooked onto the back.

“I’ve got fruit for sale, and homemade sweet bread, three different types,” she said in a carrying voice, revealing a bounty of colourful food beneath the cover. “You interested?”

Din noted that she was a little younger than he was, human, with kind eyes and a voice like bird song.

He had never lived anywhere long enough to be bothered by travelling salespeople, so the idea of someone calling to sell food at his doorstep felt novel. Quaint.

But right now this was not something he could afford. He would need to earn more credits for a luxury like this.

“Uh, we’re-” he began, but before Din could explain that they were not interested, Grogu had shuffled past him and made for the basket, bouncing up onto the speeder. And before the tall Manadalorian could do anything to stop him, he was already biting down onto a ripe horned melon greedily, the yellow juice spilling down his tiny chin.

“Oh,” uttered the woman in surprise, before blinking several times and giving a laugh, her entire face lighting up. “Where did you spring from, little guy?”

“Grogu!” scolded Din in a gruff voice, marching over, as the green child turned, taking a piece of dark sweet bread and shoving it into his mouth in one. “Grogu, stop!”

The woman laughed brightly, her golden hair tangling around her in the breeze,

“It’s fine, don't worry,” she said looking up at Din as he reached in and hurriedly pulled Grogu from the basket. “First sample’s on me.”

Grogu instantly whined, making grabby hands for the sweet delicacies over his father’s armoured shoulder.

“I’m sorry we don't have any money to pay you,” Din said, turning to the woman who merely smiled back.

She reached up and took one of Grogu’s clawed hands in hers, waggling it playfully.

“You must have that infamous Mandalorian sweet tooth,” said the woman gently, her eyes flicking quickly to Din, explaining- “The Manadalorians in the camp on the other side of the city are some of my best customers.”

Din stared at her through his helmet for a long moment, his eyes travelling over her face at this close proximity. 

She didn't look like someone from the Outer Rim. For someone who travelled through the harsh lava flats, on what sounded like an almost daily basis, she looked good. More than good…almost ethereal to him. Like a goddess. Like a mirage. Like a swirl of perfectly golden sand caught in a cool breeze.

Din internally shook himself, snapping himself from his daydream. All this, it was likely just the heat of the sun talking.

But the woman had already turned away from him, instead reaching into the basket before handing him a small piece of sweet bread wrapped in cloth.

“You can pay me next time,” she said kindly. “Cant have this little one going without now can we?”

Din could smell the sweet scent of the fruity cake, even through his helmet, as he took the food from her grasp and gave a nod.

“Thank you,” the Manadlorian uttered quietly,  as Grogu turned in his arms, reaching for the sweet bread excitedly. “You…uh…you live in the City?”

She gave a nod, as her honey coloured hair fluttered around her gently. “Yes. My name’s Lysa Kane.”

“Din Djarin,” the Mandalorian replied promptly. “And this is Din Grogu.”

The woman named Lysa Kane smiled, her marsh-coloured eyes meeting with his behind his helmet, despite her not realising it. “Good to meet you, Din Djarin and Din Grogu.”

She reached up and tickled Grogu under the chin, before turning and closing up her basket neatly and reaching for her visor.

Din took a big step backwards as she shot them both one last smile before pulling the visor over her head and hopping back into the landspeeder.

With a clack-clack-clack the speeder juddered to life and reversed shakily, before zooming quickly away.

Din continued to watch until Lysa and her landspeeder were just a speck on the dusty horizon, before glancing down at Grogu who was already munching his way through half the sweet bread in his hand.  

He placed his son gently to the floor, before standing up straight and lifting his helmet a little.

Continuing to watch the now empty horizon, he slowly lifted what was left of the cake in hand, and took a bite. 

Din Djarin gave a groan of pleasure at the taste, blissfully closing his eyes in satisfaction.

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