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TÍTULO: Propaganda do Ano!

O4/12/2O24 — Tema: Natal

— capa pessoal feita para a minha semana natalina de 2024. É uma fanfic meio fluffy meio comédia e eu queria fazer uma capa mais com cara de natal, penei muito pra ter a ideia, mas acabei fazendo algo mais delicado mesmo. gostei bastante do resultado, ficou bem parecidinha com garrafas que prendem redemoinhos. e ela só serviu pra provar que eu amo fazer capa centralizada pqpKKKKKKKKK

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Looking at Lights

Day 20

Summary: You and Din take Grogu to look at Christmas lights.

Pairings: Din Djarin x You, Din Djarin x Female Reader

Fandom: The Mandalorian (AU)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: language

Word Count: 372

A/N: This is part of the A Little Rusty series.

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“Almost there, little guy,” you told Grogu excitedly. You were in the car with Grogu and Din driving around to look at Christmas lights. There was one neighborhood that went all out every year, and you wanted Grogu to see it. He was strapped in his car seat, cooing happily.

“It’s just up here,” you pointed out to Din. “Make a left.” Din turned down the street and the whole car lit up from the amount of lights.

“Wow,” Grogu whispered. The look of awe on his face was priceless. You quickly snapped a picture so you and Din could always remember it. Din drove slowly through the neighborhood, and you both pointed things out to each other and Grogu. The smile on Din’s face took your breath away. You loved being able to make him and his son happy. Grogu clapped his hands and squealed with excitement when he saw the Grinch on one of the houses. He was a huge fan of the Grinch since it reminded him of a frog.

“This is incredible.” Din said softly. He picked up your hand and kissed your knuckles. “Thanks for suggesting we do this. It means a lot to me that you care so much for the kid.” You smiled at this amazing man you were falling in love with.

“It’s my pleasure,” you said. You glanced back at Grogu. When he noticed your attention on him he gave you a huge toothy grin. You smiled back. You weren’t just falling for his father. You loved the little guy like he was your own. “What do you think, buddy?” Grogu threw his arms up and yelled happily. You laughed. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”

“He’s thrilled,” Din assured you. “He’s always happy when you’re around. I mean, he was a happy kid before, but ever since you came into our lives, it’s like he’s radiating joy.” Din paused and looked at you. “It’s not just him, you know. I’m much happier around you. Well, I’m still a moody asshole, but you soften the sharp edges quite a bit.”

“I like all your edges, Din Djarin, soft or sharp, I’m crazy about you.” He smiled and kissed your hand once more.

Day 21

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Competing For Christmas 6: Let It Snow (The Aftermath)

Pairing: Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader

Word Count: 6,387

Rating: M. Language.

Summary: You and Din have laid it all out and established some ground rules ... where do you go next - and how do you cope with the looming end of the competition ... and the lack of a legitimate reason for the two of you to see each other? 

Author’s notes:

Still plugging along on this - please accept this first half of the 6th part as I finish the second half - and cover the final event. Thank you again for your patience. 

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I’m so glad that everyone still seems to be enjoying this story, it’s definitely taken on a little more of a life of its own than I anticipated - but I’m still having fun with it. 

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Masterlist  / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5.1 / Part 5.2 / Din’s POV Interlude

Din’s desk was empty and his office light was off when you stopped by on Monday afternoon. 

At first, you thought that maybe he’d stepped out to go and complete a work order, but when you looked around the room and saw his powered off computer and completely closed blinds, you realized that he hadn’t been in at all that day. 

“If you’re looking for Djarin, he called out today.” Turning at the sound of the voice, you saw one of the other IT guys across the hall, arms crossed over his chest. “There something I can help you with?” 

“No.” You fought the urge to cross your arms, too, and just shook your head. “I was just stopping by to say hello, I didn’t know he wasn’t here.” 

“Yeah, he sent an email this morning that said he was taking a personal day. Should be back tomorrow.” The man nodded. “I gotta get back to work. If you need anything, I’m here and so’s Mike.” Thanking him, you turned back toward your office, biting back a frown. 

You hadn’t expected Din to clue you in to everything he was doing after the discovery of the picture the previous day, but you’d thought that he would have at least let you know he wouldn’t be at work. 

Making your way through the hall, you let yourself get lost in your thoughts and hoped desperately that no one would stop you and try to start a conversation, because you were in no mood. 

He’d frozen the previous morning, eyes fixed on the glowing screen of your phone - but instead of getting mad about it, Din had only reached for the device, taking it from your hands and setting it down before turning to face you. 

“Hey.” His hands framed your face, Din saying your name quietly. “It’s not your fault. I’m not mad at you. We’ll figure it out.” 

“But this is exactly what you didn’t want to happen, Din. It’s why we have to be careful. We just talked about -” He cut you off with a kiss  - just a quick press of his lips to yours, but it was enough to stop your speech. 

“I’ll fix it.” Mumbling the words against your mouth, he wound his arms around you. “Give me some time.” 

You didn’t know what he meant by “fix it”, but when you’d left fifteen minutes later, Din assuring you that it was fine for you to go, he’d watched from his front window, waving at you while you backed out of the driveway. 

You’d spent the remainder of Sunday worrying, though you hadn’t reached out because you figured that you’d either see him at work the next day, or he’d get ahold of you to give you an update. Neither had happened, which was what brought you to his office door once things had calmed down in your afternoon … and led you to the realization that he hadn’t come in. 

Against your better judgment, you pulled your phone out to stare at it,  trying to decide whether or not you wanted to text him. He’s not mad. The worst he can do is ignore the message. It would crush you to know that that’s what he was doing, but you didn’t think Din would shut you out - and so you typed a quick message, hastily shoving your phone back into your pocket when you were done. 

Hey. Just tried to go to your office and saw you’re not here. Hope everything’s alright. 

Keeping yourself busy, you didn’t check for replies until almost an hour later, the weight lifting from your chest when you saw his response. 

Working on it. Was going to let you know but I’ve been on the phone all morning. 

That made sense - if Mandalore was in a different time zone, he’d need to take care of things whenever was convenient for everyone involved - which meant making things work across an ocean. It wasn’t an explanation, but it also wasn’t a dismissal, and that was enough. 

Just before you stepped out of your office to meet with a coworker about a project, your phone vibrated again. 

Can I stop over tonight after you’re done with work? 

You didn’t even think about it - typing back a message immediately. 

Of course. Bring Grogu if you want. My yard’s fenced in. 

He sent back a thumbs up, and you stowed your phone and locked your office door, trying to push your growing anxiety down. It’s going to be fine. It’s got to be. 

— 

He showed up at a little after 6, standing on your doorstep with Grogu’s leash in one hand and a take out bag in the other, and with no hesitation, you let them both in. “You didn’t need to bring dinner. I was just going to make -”

“Now you don’t have to.” He set the bag down and unclipped Grogu’s leash from his collar, hanging it over the back of one chair. “I guessed about what you like, so I hope that I did alright.” He held the bag out to you and you took it from him, eyeing the contents.

“Looks good, Din.” Pausing to glance up, you bit your lip. “Plates? Or just eating out of the containers?” 

“Is that something you do here?” You laughed at the sincerity of his question, Din’s lips set into a frown. “I didn’t know that.” 

“Sometimes.” You shrugged. “But if we wanted to share, it’s easier to use plates.”

“Whatever’s easier for you.” He ran a hand through his hair, unblinking. “Can I help you with anything?”

You told him no, and only a few minutes later, the two of you were seated on your couch and using the coffee table to eat from, your tree and the TV the only lights on in the room. 

You ate in silence for a little while, Din only speaking to tell Grogu no when he tried to jump on your loveseat. “It’s fine, he can lay there.” You were smiling at the sight - the dog standing in front of your tree, backlit by the bright lights. “It’s just dog hair, Din. As long as he doesn’t chew the cushion, I don’t mind.” 

“Maela, Grogu.” Din’s voice was quiet, but as soon as he spoke, the dog jumped up and onto the furniture, curling up so that he could still watch as the two of you ate. “I’m really sorry I didn’t let you know I wouldn’t be in today. I was on the phone with Boba for hours last night, and then this morning, I had a call with him and Fennec and the Council, and then we had to -”

“You don’t need to explain.” Swallowing a bite, you shook your head. “As long as you got things taken care of, you don’t owe me an explanation.” 

“I do, though.” He set his fork down, turning his body toward you and resting his hands on his knees. “Because this involves you. Have you looked at the site today?” You hadn’t - though the page was still open on your phone, you hadn’t refreshed it. “Go ahead.” 

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you did what he asked - refreshing the page. The pictures were still there - people gathered by the gazebo, all of you beneath the warming tent before the competition started, the different teams throughout the night. Why is he making me… But when you got to the pictures from after the end of the competition, you were shocked to see that even though the one of you and Din and the snowmen was there… the one of you kissing was gone - and so was his name. “It’s gone.” Looking up, you widened your eyes. “Din, how did -”

“A lot of phone calls. A lot of explanations.” He sighed, rubbing at his forehead, and for the first time, you realized how exhausted he looked. “The event organizers were much more understanding than I thought they’d be, but I’m also almost positive they never thought they’d have a King calling them, so…” You laughed at that, wetting your lips and waiting. “Have you heard anything from any of your friends? Did any of them see it?”

“Not that I know of.” You’d texted both Stacy and Cara to catch up that morning, and neither of them had said a word about seeing a picture of you and Din kissing. “And my friends would have been the first to say something if they’d seen it. I don’t know about the rest of the town, but -”

“The page views were really low after they uploaded. They didn’t even post anything until yesterday morning, so I think we caught it pretty fast.” He scooted closer. “I have to be careful, though. Really careful moving forward, because even though Boba understands, he wasn’t …”

“I know, Din.” You tilted your head. “I didn’t even save it, so if it’s not on that site, then … then it might as well never have existed.” I should have saved it. 

“Oh, it existed.” He reached for you, his fingers trailing over yours. “I’m sorry that I had to have it deleted. I don’t … I don’t like the idea of …” You knew what he was trying to say, and could tell that he was having trouble getting the words out, so you saved him, moving closer and putting your free hand on his knee. 

“I know why you did it.” You met his eyes, holding his gaze. “You don’t have to explain that part to me. I’m just glad you didn’t get in trouble with Boba.” 

“Trouble? Nah. No way.” He grinned. “And it wouldn’t really even be trouble, it would just be … more explanations if the Mandalorian press got ahold of it - now or later.”

“Yeah, especially if I’m not in Mandalore with you, right?” You squeezed his hand. “I get it, Din.  It’s what we’d consider a wake up call over here. Actions have consequences, and -” He said your name, shoulders rising and falling. “What?” 

“Why are you so understanding about all of this? The secrecy, me being next in line to rule, the limited time we have… it’s a lot to take in, and you’re just … acting like it’s nothing.” 

“What do you want me to do?” You snapped at him, the reaction an unconscious - but immediate - one. “Get mad about it? Tell you that you need to make a choice between doing what you’re obligated to do and me, someone that you’ve only really known for a few weeks? Try to make you feel guilty for doing exactly what we agreed we’d do?” You pushed to your feet, moving away from the couch. “Believe me, I want to, Din. I want to look you in the eye and tell you how unbelievably unfair this is - how shitty it’s going to be when you tell me that this has to end because you’re going back home.” You spun back to face him, Din frozen in place on your couch and looking up at you with wide eyes. 

He looked beautiful in the low light of the room and it gave you pause, your anger and frustration abating slightly before it rushed back full force. But it’s the truth. And he asked. 

“It’s not nothing, Din. But if I let myself get emotional about this, all it’s going to do is make us feel worse and give us more of a reason to cut this off as soon as the competition ends instead of in a few months.” You wiped away a tear, squeezing your eyes shut. “And I definitely don’t want that because I’d rather have a few months more with you than nothing at all.” 

Din stood, fingers flexing as his arms hung by his sides, but he didn’t move closer to you. He wanted to - you could tell by his posture. But at the look on his face, you understood that he wouldn’t, because he didn’t know what to say or do after he did. Yeah, I don’t know either. 

“I shouldn’t have asked you to be my partner.” You covered your face with one hand, lowering your head. “But fuck, Din, I wanted to get to know you. And because I was attracted to you even when I was with James, it felt disrespectful to do it before we broke up. Not because I would have acted on it, but -”

“You … were attracted to me before?” He did step closer at that, surprise written all over his face. “I had no idea.” 

“You’re a good looking guy, Din. Physically, yes. I thought you were very attractive. And we didn’t talk much, but from what I knew of you, you seemed … nice. And you’re smart, and like I said, I wouldn’t have done anything about it when I was with someone else, so…” Sighing you rubbed at your temples. “So I was respectful of James and our relationship, and did what every other woman in the office did and admired you from afar.” Trying to crack a smile, you shrugged. “Kept the work days interesting, that’s for sure.” 

Din closed the distance between you, reaching out and waiting until you’d taken his hand to speak. “I know you’d never ask me to choose. And it is unfair, and it is going to be kriffing awful when I have to go back, but I’m glad you asked me.” He squeezed your hand, raising his other one and dragging his knuckles over your cheek slowly. “Because these last few weeks have been … the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Yeah, me too. “I hate seeing you so upset though. I’ve been… trying to make you smile.” 

“Yeah, well.” You rolled your eyes upward. “I’m horrible at hiding what I’m feeling, so get used to it.” He didn’t have a reply to that right away, Din keeping his eyes on your face. And the silence was charged - you could feel it. The two of you were at a tipping point; your irritation and sadness at odds with his cool and collected demeanor, Din’s posture loose as you stood in your living room, barely any space between you. 

It would have been easy to lean in and kiss him then - to give yourselves the moment you were so familiar with from TV and movies; emotions winning out, the physical pull toward each other too much to keep at bay any longer. 

You had condoms in your bedroom - an almost full box that had been purchased only a few months prior. Even though you didn’t want the first time you and Din got physical to be the result of an almost-argument, you could feel that neither of you would stop things once they got started. Should I? I shouldn’t. This is - 

“Not like this.” He murmured the words, groaning. “Every single thing you’ve said tonight is what I want to hear, but …” He swore under his breath - the words a mixture of English and Mando’a, straightening his fingers against the side of your face and cupping your cheek with his palm. “We are supposed to hide our emotions. And I’m pretty damn good at it, but with you, it’s… muun. It’s hard.”

“I’m sorry.” You had your hand on his hip, fingers tightening as you spoke. “Din, I didn’t mean to -”

“I’m not.” He tilted his head then, taking a deep breath. “And you shouldn’t be either.” His mouth glanced off of your cheek, his mustache tickling your skin. “But we’d both be sorry if we let them get the best of us right now.” 

“That’s a nice way to say you don’t want to -” 

“Stop it.” He nearly growled the words, his grip on your hand tightening further. “You think it’s hard now? If we … You deserve better.” There was finality in his voice, and even though you were thankful for it, you were surprised. 

You weren’t used to men being the ones to shut down the progression of a physical relationship, but Din was - yet again - exceeding your expectations in every way. “So do you.” Wetting your lips, you lowered your head, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “We should finish dinner. Otherwise we’re just going to keep going around in circles, and … that won’t help anything.”

“It won’t.” He let go of your hand and then moved both of his to your arms, his thick fingers wrapping around your biceps. “I wish it wasn’t like this. You have no idea how much I wish you and I could… do this normally.” 

“That’s my luck.” You looked up at him, trying to smile - and succeeding, at least partially. “I’m just being dramatic, Din. It’ll be fine.” He didn’t look like he believed you, but he nodded nonetheless, flexing his fingers before he let go. “Am I allowed to ask you what Boba said about the picture? And how should I refer to him? I don’t want to be disrespectful,and I know that I probably won’t ever meet him, but …”

“You can call him Boba when you and I talk about him.” The two of you settled back onto the couch, picking up your containers again. “And in public, I refer to him as Lord Fett, which is acceptable. You, as someone not from Mandalore, could call him either that or just Lord Mandalore. He isn’t very picky about it, but he keeps up with tradition when it comes to Mandalorian culture.” I’ll remember that. “And he was just … surprised. Especially since for the majority of the time I’ve been out here, I haven’t been interested in anyone like that.” 

“I find it hard to believe that you haven’t found anyone out here, Din.” Chewing thoughtfully, you waved your fork in his direction. “Eight months, and there was no one?” 

“I had drinks with a few people, but I never considered them dates.” He took another bite, glancing over at Grogu before he locked eyes with you. “I was just trying to enjoy my time here, and my last months of freedom, so dating never … I couldn’t run the risk of getting close to someone and then having to tell them about Mandalore and the fact that I had to leave.” But you told me.

“But there are people that get married in less than a year, Din. So if you’d met someone right when you got here, it wouldn’t be out of the question for you to tell them and then invite them back with you to keep the relationship going, right? Or is that not allowed? Does Mandalorian tradition require you - as someone on the throne - to marry within your -”

“No.” He set his food container down, dropping the fork into it. “We can marry whoever we want. Most people do choose to marry other Mandalorians, including people in positions of power, but there’s no laws that that has to happen. And …” He sighed. “There are political marriages, just like anywhere else. But they aren’t as common as you’d think, because the number of…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “You don’t want to listen to this.”

“I do.” Reaching forward, you settled your hand on his knee. “Tell me, Din. I asked, and I wasn’t just doing it to be nice.” He was quiet for a few seconds and  then shifted on the couch, leaning back and getting comfortable before turning his head to look at you. 

“There aren’t a lot of noble families left in Mandalore, but there are a few, and everyone’s always looking to increase their influence, you know?” You nodded, though you stayed quiet. “It’s not like Game of Thrones where everyone’s trying to overthrow the Mand’alor and restructure the way the country’s run, but there are … families that we have to look out for, families that feel that the highest positons should be one determined by birthright.” 

“That makes sense.” You finished your dinner, too, mirroring his position as you leaned back. “But you said Boba isn’t married? So he avoided all of that?’

“He did. And I plan on doing the same, unless … unless I find someone that I want to marry - that can handle the requirements of my title and the demands of this kind of life on Mandalore.” He looked away, his eyes lingering on Grogu. “There’s not separate terms in Mandalorian for husband and wife - a partner is just called a riduur, and a wedding is a riduurok, and there hasn’t been one of those for the Mand’alor since before I was born. So I’m sure the people would love to see it, but …” Din sniffed. “It’s not something I need. I can be a good leader without a wife.”

“I’m sure you can.” Tracing over your lower lip with the tip of your thumb, you nodded. “And you don’t seem like the type that would settle for a political arrangement, Din. So I… I hope that never happens to you.” 

It wasn’t what you wanted to say. The idea of Din marrying anyone was enough to make your stomach twist uncomfortably in your belly, but there was no way you were going to tell him that. That’s too much. Even if we’re being honest with each other, that’s too much honesty. “There anything else you want to know?” 

“Yeah, a ton of things.” You laughed, running a hand over your hair as you exhaled. “But I think that’s enough for tonight.” 

“If you say so. I meant it the other night, though. You can ask me anything, and as long as I can tell you, I will. I won’t lie to you, but there are some things - “

“I get it.” Holding up a hand to stop him, you nodded. “No explanation necessary.” 

“Thank you for understanding. This is the Way. I wish … I wish it wasn’t, but …” He trailed off, and for a few seconds, the room was almost completely quiet. You didn’t know how to fill the silence, and when Din spoke up again, you were thankful. “So, what’s the rest of this week look like? I know the scavenger hunt is the 23rd, but is there anything on Christmas Eve?”

“No. The 23rd is the last day of events, and the winners are announced that night at the Winter Carnival. We have from 11 am until 4 pm to complete the clues and turn everything in, and then while they tally up the points, we have time to go home and relax and get changed and all that before the carnival kicks off.” 

“So we’ll know who wins as soon as they announce the winner of the hunt, right?”

“Yes and no. They don’t always announce the rankings for the scavenger hunt before they announce the overall winner, because usually the winner of the hunt wins the contest, and that’s anticlimactic.” He grinned. “So they’ll probably tell us who won overall and then release the points for the different clues and the scoring for the day. We’ll know how many points we get, but it won’t be until we already know the outcome.” 

“And the carnival is only for that night?” You gave him a nod, staring at him where he sat on the couch next to you. “Is it a real carnival?”

“No rides, but yes. There’s food and games and sleigh rides. There might be a band, depending on if they can find someone to play and what the weather’s like. It’s usually from 7 to midnight, but I don’t think I’ve stayed past ten in five years. They announce the winners between 8 and 8:30, so there’s not much reason to stay really late.” 

“Maybe we can have lunch together for the rest of the week.” Din sat straight up, blinking slowly. “We can come up with a list of possible clue answers, and -” Shit. He doesn’t know. 

“I’m… I’m actually not going to be there all week. Tomorrow’s my last day for the year, because I saved vacation time to take.” His face fell, eyes clouding over briefly. “I’ve gotta finish my last minute shopping, Din. I do this every year.” 

“Well, then we’ll have to get a lot done tomorrow.” He winked at you, the smile returning. “We’ll figure it out.” 

“Is it alright? With the picture, I didn’t want to push it, and -” 

“Yeah. It’s fine. We’re partners, so of course we’d have lunch together. I’m not worried about it.” He sighed. “I will not be kissing you in the cafeteria at work, though.”

“I think I’ll cope.” Wrinkling your nose, you held back a laugh. “It’ll be hard, but…” He leaned forward and wound his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest, Din laughing, too. It’ll be hard, but it it’ll be worth it. 

— 

You finished your Christmas shopping on December 22, right around the time you would have gotten off of work. The weather had held out - though there’d been snow overnight on Tuesday and Wednesday, it stopped in time to let you get things done, and you were thankful. 

Your final stop was a trip out to Peli Motto’s shop for a basket of assorted goodies for Grogu - more of the frogs that he’d had at the tree lighting along with something called a Bantha bone, a bag of dried meat treats, and toy that the woman assured you was chew-proof: a shiny silver ball with a ridge around the center to dispense treats that you loaded into the core via a dark blue circular opening. 

The woman threw in a small bag of freeze-dried shrimp that she’d promised he would love - “Bright eyes is gonna love these. I can tell. I know these things. He won’t want to stop eating them.Trust me on this and make sure that man who owns him brings him to see me next time.” 

Grogu’s present had been simple - but Din’s? That was a struggle. 

You hadn’t wanted to  get him anything big that he wouldn’t be able to take back with him. You didn’t want to spend too much on him, since you didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard, though you wanted to let him know that you were thinking of him. 

And so you’d put together a stocking for him, including a few practical things that had been the norm for you growing up - a new toothbrush, a pair of thick socks, complete with strands of Christmas lights on them, a tin of mints - along with a few other items like a gift card for the coffee place downtown, a replacement tube of the styling product you’d seen in his bathroom, a bag of assorted beef jerky … and the one thing you were still uncertain about. 

As you finished wrapping your presents later that night, you paused with his actual gift in your hands, staring down at it. It was more sentimental than you’d intended, but it was a good gift, and one that you knew he’d understand the significance of. 

You planned on giving him his and Grogu’s gifts the following night after the carnival, and telling him that he could open his then or wait until Christmas morning - but there was no part of you that assumed you’d see him on the actual holiday. Even though I want to ask him what he’s doing. If he’s going to be alone, I can … I can make it so that doesn’t happen. “Shit.” You set the gift down, covering your face with both hands. “He’ll say no.” 

Doing Christmas activities together was one thing, but actually spending the holiday together was another. Not only would it raise questions with your family so soon after your breakup, but it would mean needing to be careful with what you and Din said throughout the day… and that was something you were unsure you were ready for. 

So giving a gift - even one that was arguably heartfelt - was something that you could do, and you hoped that no matter where he was or who he was with, he’d take it with him so that he could remember his time in Mistletoe. 

You wrapped it in glittering silver paper, creasing the edges around the small box and carefully taping them shut before you tucked it into the stocking with everything else and carried both up to the kitchen table, setting them aside from the other wrapped gifts under the tree. 

Glancing at the clock, you groaned when you saw how late it was - and that you’d be rushing to finish getting ready in time to meet your friends unless you immediately got into the shower. 

Sending a quick text to Cara and Stacy, you eyed the stocking with Din’s name on it for a few more seconds while you waited for a reply, one finger idly running over the soft white fur of the trim. 

Getting ready to shower. Still meeting at 7:30? 

It would be the last time you saw them before the holiday, and the three of you were meeting to exchange gifts over dinner - and to gossip about everything that had happened since the last time you’d seen each other. 

Yep. There’s a pitcher of margaritas with my name on it. 

Laughing, you set your phone down and turned toward the bathroom, some of the unease leaving you. You needed the distraction - and even a few hours out with friends would help immensely. 

— 

“Can you believe it? She’s on her third job in the last two months. I don’t think she knows what she wants to do.” Cara held her drink in one hand, gesturing with the other. “I want to be supportive, but it’s really hard when I can’t even keep up with what she’s doing.” 

The three of you had finished dinner and exchanged gifts before switching over to the drinking portion of the night, and as always, Cara’s stories were full of updates from her life away from Mistletoe and the people she interacted with on a daily basis. 

You didn’t mind, because the more she talked, the less you had to, but you knew that it would eventually come back to you - and what you’d been doing with Din for the last few weeks. “So are you ready for the scavenger hunt tomorrow?” Stacy leaned in. “I can’t believe the competition’s almost over.”

“Yeah, neither can I. And yes, I think I am. Din and I met for lunch on Tuesday before I left work for the year and made a list of a bunch of the popular places in town that have been clues in the past, and -”

“Wait, so you haven’t talked to him since Tuesday?” Cara set her drink down, laying her palms flat on the table. “I’m shocked.” 

“Why?” You dipped a chip into the table’s salsa - the fourth refill that the three of you had requested - and popped it into your mouth. “It’s not like we’re dating. We don’t need to talk every single day.” It was the truth - you hadn’t actually spoken to Din since Tuesday but you had texted back and forth. “I’m going to call him when I leave here tonight though, we have to figure out where we’re meeting tomorrow morning.” 

“Because you two were getting close.” She leaned in. “I mean the two of you kissed, and -”

“Yeah, about that.” You drummed your fingers against the tabletop. I’m going to have to do this sooner or later, so why not now. “I found out why he put a stop to that the other night.” Both of your friends widened their eyes and waited, neither of them speaking to interrupt you. “He doesn’t want to get involved with anyone while he’s here because he isn’t staying. He’s going to have to go home in a couple months for work - not what he does here but what he did there before he took this time off.” 

It rolled off of your tongue smoothly, and you were proud that it wasn’t quite a lie, even if it wasn’t the whole truth. “What did he do over there? His friend’s the King’s bodyguard, does Din -” 

“No. He doesn’t work for the King or anything like that.” You waved her off, eating another chip. “But he basically arranged to take a year or so off to be able to travel, and that year’s going to end.” Lifting your glass, you sipped your drink. “So it’s easier not to get involved when keeping something going is … next to impossible.”

“But you like each other.” Cara shook her head. “We can all see it.” 

“We do.” Shrugging, you looked away for a few seconds and then met her eyes again. “But we’re both being realistic.” 

“So after tomorrow, you’re just going to stop seeing each other? Just go back to whatever your friendship was before this competition? You’re going to skip out on -”

“Cara.” The woman was getting annoyed, her eyes flashing as she whipped her head from side to side. “No. But we were both very clear about what this is and what it can and can’t be. So … we’re going to be friends. And whatever happens with that happens, but I’m not under the impression that he’s staying around long term, and we both … we’re both alright with that.” Or at least that’s what we’re telling ourselves.

“Bullshit.” You had to admit that she was right - and it sounded incredibly false coming out of your mouth, but as long as you stuck to what you were saying, you thought you’d be alright. “God, that’s unfair.” 

“It is what it is.” Finishing your drink, you leaned back. “And like I told him, it might be better right now to know that there’s nothing long term on the table. This is easy, This is … what I need.” You wondered if you’d ever convince yourself that it was the truth, or if it would just be words coming out of your mouth, the same thing repeated long after Din had left for Mandalore. “It’s good, guys. We’re having fun together. We talked everything over on Saturday night and Sunday morning after the snowman c-”

“Sunday…morning?” Stacy raised an eyebrow. Shit. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”

“No. Well, yeah. I spent the night, but nothing happened. I went over to decorate the tree with him, and by the time we were done it was snowing really hard, and he offered me his spare room.” They didn’t need to know that you hadn’t used the bed, or that that night and morning had been a definite shift in your feelings for the man, despite everything you’d learned. “And I woke up the next morning, the streets were plowed, and after he shoveled his driveway, I went home.”

“I don’t know how you slept in the same house as him and didn’t try to jump his bones.” Stacy groaned. “I know I’m married, but he’s … he’s really good looking, and -”

“I know.” You glanced down at your phone, checking the time. “Believe me, it was hard, but all we did was sleep.” Cara muttered something under her breath that you didn’t catch, Stacy rubbing at her forehead while she stared at you. “You guys, I promise you. This is fine. I know where he stands, he knows where I stand, and this is just … fun. It’s two people getting to know each other without expectations.” But no expectations doesn’t mean there’s no feelings. 

“If you say so.” Cara tipped her head back finishing the last of her drink. “But you know we’ll always be here, right? If you ever want to talk, or ever want to tell us what he’s like in bed, or -”

“Believe me, if it ever comes to that, you’d be the first two people I talked to.” Winking at them, you started to gather your things. “I really do need to get going, though. I want to get to sleep early so that I’m not slow tomorrow.” 

All three of you stood, tossing money onto the table for a tip after you’d packed your presents up, Cara leading the way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. She held the door open for a couple walking in as you exited, the red-haired woman giving you a nod and her dark haired companion thanking your friend as you passed them and stepped out into the parking lot - and the softly falling snow. 

A few steps into the parking lot, you paused, glancing back over your shoulder. I know her from somewhere. But they were already inside, the door shut behind them, and so you let out a breath, following your friends until you reached your cars. 

Once you’d said goodbye and exchanged one more round of “Merry Christmas” between you, you were seated in your car and waiting for it to warm up. You used that time to message Din, a smile on your lips as your fingers flew over the keys. 

Heading home from dinner now. Going to get to bed early. Want to meet at my place at 10 tomorrow? 

It didn’t take him long to answer, the reply short and simple. 

Sounds good. I’ll bring the coffee

As you typed out a reply, another message from Din came through. 

I hope you had a good night with your friends. You’ll have to tell me what you got tomorrow morning. 

In a perfect world, you would have sent back another message - telling him that you were on your way over and you could tell him that night. You would have asked if you could bring anything, or requested that he light a fire and pick a movie before you got there.

But instead, when you pulled into your driveway - and then into your garage, closing the door behind you before you stepped into the silent, dark house, you finally replied, closing your eyes to stop the tears from spilling over once the text had sent. 

Yeah. Just remind me tomorrow when we see each other. Goodnight, Din. 

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maela = go on

muun = hard

spouse = riduur

ridurrok = love bond (marriage)

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Tag list reblog coming soon! 

[inquisitor-apologist]

Honestly I think all the fake Christmas holiday stuff is really boring. Mandalorians don’t need Life Day they need a holiday celebrating how many deadly weapons they have + their kill counts be creative ffs

[cas-readsandwrites]

Tiny Chaos, Big Love: Holiday Fic Challenge

A Hallmark-movie-level of cheesy holiday story, set in a quaint bustling town, full of characters, even the tiny ones full of personality... and the bigger the personality, the bigger the love. From the holiday prompt challenge for @morallyinept , (+ thanks to @jennaispunk for some proofreading) :

🎄 Din Djarin in Tiny Chaos, Big Love. It’s Christmas with the Mandalorian, and as usual, Grogu has managed to turn every festive plan into pure mayhem. Din tries to wrap gifts, but before he can even get the paper out, Grogu’s already opened them—and eaten half of the treats intended for lunch. "No! I was saving that!" Din sighs, but it’s hard to stay mad at a little green ball of chaos who’s too busy stuffing cookies into his mouth to hear him. Then, of course, Grogu decides the string lights hanging around the Razor Crest are a personal challenge. Before Din can blink, all the lights are blown out. "Really?" Din groans, staring at the dead lights. "Every year." But here’s the thing—this is Din’s Christmas. There’s a twisted, chaotic beauty in the mess. Grogu’s antics? Just part of the charm. Din wouldn’t have it any other way, even if he’s left with a tangled mess of lights, an empty lunch platter, and a few less gifts to wrap. This is the festive way. 🎬

Thankfully, you walked in right at the moment that Grogu was swinging from the string lights and Din was trying to catch him while still in a crouch with one arm in the wall behind the control panel for the Crest. He startled as the side ramp opened, about to reach for his helmet, before you called, “just me,” your voice entering the hold before a glimpse of your face, careful not to put yourself in shooting range of a Mandalorian caught off his guard. You waved an arm carefully through the gap and slid through, hitting the button on your matching vambrace to seal the ship again. This time Grogu swung on his string of burnt-out lights right over to you, reaching with one little hand before plopping into your outstretched arms, like a Kayshyyykian tach jumping from a branch to the ground in search of a treasure on the forest floor.

Din untangled his arm from the control panel and approached you both - his partner, his child - embracing you and kissing you lightly, keeping it soft and chaste in front of Grogu. It didn’t matter, the baby still tried to shove his little hands in between you and stuck his not-so-little ears between your faces, trying to be the literal center of attention again.

“Yes, you, too,” you crooned, kissing his soft little cheek and Din chuckled and tickled Grogu’s side. The baby squealed in delight, waving his arms -

- and suddenly, the strand of lights glowed, multicolors shining off the meticulously clean surfaces of the ship.

Din dropped his arms and looked around. “Seriously, kid? Was that you the whole time? Why did you let me risk electrocuting myself in the control panel again?” 

Grogu clearly thought this was hilarious as he squealed with laughter, the lights somehow shimmering brighter in time with his happy giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh, too, even Din’s exasperated expression nearly cracking a smile. 

Din sighed and said he was going to finish getting the lights up, if you could watch Grogu for a moment before getting ready to head back into town. “We can’t all just walk around under a bucket all day, can we?” you said to Grogu. “Some of us have to at least brush our hair,” tickling the few fuzzy strands atop the baby’s head. The tousled brown head that was so opposed to the need for hair-brushing shook atop broad shoulders and you could almost feel his eyes rolling and hear his silent laugh as he walked back to secure the open control panel.

You had worked your morning shift at the children’s home, one of Greef Karga’s many projects on Nevarro. Ever since the new Marshal had secured the town and Karga had been able to enforce the perimeters around the planet, children that had previously been at risk of slavers or labor were offered a place to live, grow up, and learn, until their families were able to find them or until they reached the age of maturity for whatever their various species were. It was where you had landed, leaving another planet and finding work on Nevarro at the children’s home. You had always been a caregiver, a community helper, so when you heard about the new children’s home you had been able to start work almost immediately. Through his connections to the new Marshal, the Mandalorian had left his child for a short time when he was gone for work. Work that you didn’t know quite what it was but you suspected, having run across tales of Mandalorians in the rapidly-deteriorating conditions of your previous home planets. Home never felt like the right word for those places, though, not like Nevarro had come to be. 

You fell in love with the little green tyke, how could you not? You learned that the Marshal had a special interest in his care, coming to check on him one morning when he was there, when you were settling the children for a morning meal before starting school. Marshal Dune had filled the doorway nearly as impressively as the Mandalorian had when he first dropped off Grogu, and you had startled, still used to the ominous presence from your previous homes. She had smiled, though, told you to call her Cara, and said she had promised her friend the Mandalorian that Grogu would be safe under her watch, “and with you working today, I have total confidence that’s true,” Cara had said. You had flushed, not used to such recognition or attention from someone who could look as alarming and dangerous as she could. But when she walked over to Grogu’s seat and squatted next to him, you could see right through it immediately. 

Just like you did when the Mandalorian had come to pick up his child a few days later. Grogu had nearly screeched and thrown himself out of his chair, seeming to catch himself impossibly in mid-air - you must have blinked, you told yourself - and ran to the door before the shadow of the Mandalorian had even turned the corner of the road. You had run to pick up Grogu again before he got run over by the traffic near the door or got himself outside, but the Mandalorian had entered right as you bent over to grab the baby. He had knelt down right next to you and you looked up with a quiet squeak to see yourself reflected in his helmet and trying not to count how many charges were in his bandolier or look over his shoulder - was that a jetpack? who wears a jetpack around a baby? But you also heard his soft laugh slightly muffled from below the helmet as he reached out to pick up his son, gently nudging the baby’s whole hand aside with one thick finger away from the edge of his helmet. 

You held that a person’s true character came out when in the midst of children. It wasn’t as simple as good person, bad person; but, was someone patient? willing to bend down to their level? listen to and learn a language that only a small being knew? follow a story that existed outside an adult’s rational and reason? react instinctively, anticipate every stumble or fall? Just like Cara the day before, you had seen that despite his best efforts to cover it up, he absolutely held that kid in his heart. 

With Cara vouching for you, it hadn’t taken long for you to become Grogu’s primary babysitter. As you had spent more time with the kiddo, the Mandalorian had felt increasingly guilty about leaving him, and had taken up Greef Karga on his offer for a home on the outskirts of town. Your lives had become entwined and then you were on the Razor Crest when the Mandalorian asked you if you wouldn’t mind riding along to watch Grogu when the kiddo wasn’t feeling well but the Mandalorian needed to visit his tribe, then you were invited to their home, they were visiting you in town at work - and then you came home one final time with them, Din’s helmet came off and you were gifted a name, a kiss, and a promise all in one.

Sometimes you wondered if Grogu had REALLY been sick that day or if that kid was actually a genius matchmaker. He was also friends with another certain youngling at the children’s home, who had lost his parents and had recently been tracked down from his home planet by his aunt, who opted to stay on Navarro. Grogu’s playdates with his friend suspiciously lined up with the days that Cara was planning to be around… and now Cara and the youngling’s aunt were also suspiciously together a lot around town and were indeed coming to the holiday party together today. 

That was all last year just after Nevarro’s equinox celebration. This year, the people you had found on Navarro who had become your family would be celebrating - well, a lot of holidays, all at once together. One of your favorite traditions from your home planet was a seasonal celebration that wasn’t religious or based on the stars, but a natural pause between each shift in the weather where the community came together to celebrate whatever had happened, a marriage, a traveler come home, or even to mourn and celebrate a life and memories left behind. Karga had gotten rather drunk one night and waxed poetic about a tradition his family had followed in his childhood, of bringing a spruce tree (some sort of cold weather pokey branched cone, he explained) into the house and decorating it with handmade baubles and leaving gifts for one another beneath. Cara had told you about the origins of Winterheart on Alderaan, her parents being anthropology professors before they died and experts in the history and evolution of their culture. Her partner celebrated a week of candlelit evening ceremonies following the stories of the birth of her people after days of darkness on their home moon.

Today, you were picking up your family - once Grogu untangled himself from the lights - and heading back into town to meet Cara, her partner and her niece, and then up to the grand assembly hall where Karga offered to host the holiday celebration. The children from the home would be coming with the rest of your staff, and anyone from town who wanted to come was invited. Greef Karga was a judicious and exacting leader when it came to protection of his little planet, but he was not a scrooge and was known for his displays and parties.

You held Grogu as Din unwound the line of lights from the baby’s grabby little fingers, and replaced the control panel in the wall of the ship where they had been working on repairs while you were in town. Din's helmet went back on, though you earned yourself a quick lift of the helmet for him to press a kiss to your shoulder after you emerged from the house with a new bright red wrap over your arm, sleeveless forest green tunic over leggings, and your usual dusty boots. 

The afternoon was a blur of food, drink, music, laughter, and gifts. Din would not remove his helmet to eat so he took Grogu Duty for the meal, so you could sit and eat next to him and your friends, and help with the other children when needed. Karga had gifts for all the children, including a stuffed frog for Grogu, and you watched as they ran around in delight with their new toys, fueled by sugar and novel excitement. 

You helped round up the remaining children with your staff and helped shuffle them towards the door, knowing that after ready for bed and a warm drink, the younglings would all be sound asleep with their new toys clutched in their arms. The adults who were left drank for a bit longer. Karga's blue-gilled assistant, whose name you could absolutely never remember no matter how many times he imposed conversation on you, prattled about his family's wealth and their seaside parties. You caught Din's eye - you knew you did, even though his helmet - and it was like he read your mind as he steered Karga back over to interrupt Assistant Blue-Gills and sent him to oversee the beginning of cleanup duty. 

The smaller sets and families started peeling away first, packing up their now quickly-drooping children, couples and friends bidding lingering goodbyes before stepping into the dusky evening light. So many people had ended up being present that the rest of the town had been left in a rare peaceful silence with only a whispering cool breeze and glimmering light from the assembly building to echo through the streets. 

It might not have been a seasonal celebration between crops, or a snowy outing for a spruce tree, or a long-lost Winterheart festival, but it was all of those things, everything and more. Wasn't this what a holiday was for? The things made sacred that came before, new memories that gave them life to live on another year? 

You bid goodnight to Karga, Din holding Grogu against his shoulder. Grogu likewise holding tight to his new little stuffed friend. You walked partway with Cara and her family until the side street where they parted to continue to her partner's home. You walked slowly towards the town's gates and the path around the hill to your little house with your little found family, full of memories of your newly found community, satisfied that none of these holiday traditions would be lost and content with the day.  

“Happy?” Din's modulated voice asked softly, interrupting your thoughts. He walked evenly, not disturbing Grogu, and his other hand rested on your lower back, tracing to the outside of your hip. You looked up at him and nodded, resting your head on that one little soft spot in front of his pauldron. 

“Everything was perfect. It was just like our celebrations growing up, but so much more with everyone's stories… Karga's made quite a refuge here on Nevarro,” you said before laughing quietly despite yourself and straightening up. “I'm glad there was more than enough food since Grogu ate nearly EVERYTHING I was planning on bringing.” 

Din caught your hand and stepped next to you. You could see the dim outline of the house framed over his shoulder. “I am sorry about that, he was being quite a handful in the ship earlier.” You shook your head, risking to reach under his helmet and trace the edge of his jaw. “We had more than enough, it's fine. Next year we'll make a decoy plate for him.”

“Next year, hmm?” he said, low voice scraping even more baritone through the helmet. 

“And every holiday after that,” you said softly. “That kid adores you, he's never growing up just so he can live at home forever.” 

A huff of air escaped through the modulator. “Good. That means you can never leave, either.” 

You snaked an arm around his waist above his belt. He had thankfully left the world's most dangerous backpack locked in the Crest for the day. 

“Not for a million stars,” you promised. 

Din put an arm around your shoulder, guiding you on the path home. “The night's not over yet,” he said, his low voice even more of a scraping baritone through the modulator. “Once the kid's settled, I have something for you…” 

“Wait!” you whispered, untangling from him to grab his arm, and he stopped next to you. You could see the dim lights of the house framed over his shoulder, glimmering off the edges of his armor and shadowed behind Grogu's head. “We didn't do gifts at our community celebrations, and I remember you said Mandalorians really only do gifts for ceremonial purposes, I don't have anything for you…” you trailed off as he tilted his head at you, waiting for you to stop stammering. He took your hand still on his arm and raised it in front of him, resting it on his chest and pressing your palm to the ka’rta engraved in the center of the beskar. “Who says it's not?” he murmured. “And, don't say that. You already are everything to me.”

He reached over to his vambrace on the arm holding Grogua and hit a button. Over his shoulder you saw strands of lights illuminate patterns around the windows, door, and roof, and even lining the pathway to the door. Still holding your child in one arm, your Mandalorian took your hand from where it rested over his heart and led you the rest of the way home.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley (COD)

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Simon "Ghost" Riley Masterlist This Love king!ghost x princess!reader au

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

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Din Djarin Masterlist

COD (general)

COD Holiday/Christmas Masterlist

Coming Soon...

Javier Peña König Poe Dameron Joel Miller and any others i can think of lol

[pedroshotwifey]

Din One Shots

Lesson Din Djarin x f!reader��- Din chooses to put himself in danger by changing the plans during a mission, and you decide it’s about time he learns a lesson. (2.5k)

Beg For It Virgin!Din Djarin x afab!reader - You make a shocking discovery about Din and decide to do something about it. (3.9k)

Alone Always Din Djarin x gn!reader - My addition to @iamasaddie’s color writing challenge (824) (Angst)

Requested Din Fics

Cramped Innocent!Din Djarin x gn!reader - As you tried to explain, the two of you really don't fit in the cockpit. (927)

Wifey's Christmas Countdown Din Fics (not all Christmas related)

Say You're Sorry Din Djarin x f!reader - Din just doesn't think you're sorry enough 🤷🏼‍♀ (960)

Din Series

Favorite Bounty Din Djarin x f!reader - All it takes is a beskar-covered bounty hunter and his little green child to transform your life completely. Settling into life on the Razor Crest is easy enough, but what happens once the tension between you and the Mandalorian gets to be too much? Will you be able to handle the conflict that keeps getting thrown your way? (45.8k ongoing)

[lincolndjarin]

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navigation :

I - series, completed & ongoing

II - one off's

III - drabbles

I - series (in order of release)

Best Kept Secret [ completed series ] .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 195k words

bodyguard!Din Djarin x princess!reader

summary : Married off to a prince on a planet that you hate? New husband doesn't know you, and doesn't want to know you? New husband gifts you a personal Mandalorian body guard as a wedding present? Mandalorian is a wiseass who won't leave you alone? Lucky you.

tags: : enemies to friends to lovers, arranged marriage, forbidden love, smut, angst, canon-typical violence, eventual happy ending

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Oh Honey [ completed series] .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 56k words

monster!Joel Miller x mortician!reader

summary : you’ve been given a gift. a fresh start in a brand new place, the sleepy little town of Honey, WV. a distant aunt has passed away and left you a little plot of land and her camper, the stars must be aligning for you because the local mortician is looking for an assistant and you’re desperate for the work experience. your new employer even offers to set you up with her brother-in-law! things are looking up, you’ve got a brand new home, a new town, a hot date, (and thanks to a series of bear attacks that started immediately after your arrival) you have more than enough work to keep you busy!

tags: : horror/mystery, angst, monster fucker, soulmates au, graphic descriptions of violence, body horror, gore

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Bewitched [ coming soon ]

Din Djarin x witch!reader

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Every Now and Then [ HIATUS]

Joel Miller x f!reader

summary : Joel Miller destroyed you. He loved you, then he left, leaving you in the New York City, QZ. But he's a good southern gentleman, so of course he didn't leave you without a reminder of the time you spent together. Four years later you're living in Jackson, in a lovely little ranch house. (With your reminder.) The last person you want to see is Joel Miller, unfortunately you've never been particularly lucky.

tags: : angst, toxic relationships, unplanned pregnancy, possessive behavior, healing, extremely complicated relationships

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Sparrow's Spectacles [ ongoing anthology ]

summary : a series of horror one shots based around different pedro characters. be warned, the dead doves are going to be remarkably inedible. installments will be tagged accordingly, all stories will be 18+ and dddne.

tags: : dead dove do not eat, horror, dub/noncon

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II - one off's (in order alphabetically)

A Little Mishap [francisco morales x f!reader]

tags : dead dove do not eat, noncon, bondage

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Bound in Beskar [din djarin x f!reader]

tags : armorer!mando, dom/sub vibes, pwp, blacksmith bondage

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Constructive Criticisms [javier peña x f!reader]

tags : virginity loss, fluff, mutual masturbation

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the Dragonfly & the Moon [joel miller x f!witch!reader]

tags : ritualistic sex, knife play, blood

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More & More & More [jack daniels x f!reader]

tags : dead dove do not eat, noncon, bondage

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My Sister Lives in the Attic [joel miller x f!reader]

tags : grief, angst, child loss

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My Way [oberyn martell x wife!reader]

tags : married fluff, pegging

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Not So Secret Santa [javier peña x f!coworker!reader]

tags : enemies to lovers, semi-public sex, christmas

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Pretty in Pink [joel miller x f!reader]

tags : fluff, breeding kink, lingerie

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Ride Cowgirl! [jack daniels x f!reader]

tags : unprotected sex, bondage

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Sweet Boy [din djarin x gn!reader]

tags : sub!din, pegging

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the Thing That Gives [ezra x f!reader]

tags : dead dove do not eat, noncon, tentacles

III - drabbles (under 1k words)

sub!din x f!reader

dieter bravo x f!reader

comandante veracruz x f!reader

[wannab-urs]

Pedro Pascal Character Fic Recs | Vol 44

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy Folks!

Welcome to the 44th Spreadsheet Digest. It's quite short this week because I've been reading a book and doing last minute Christmas shopping.

As always, if you want to be on the digest, tag me in your work. I will try to read it. I am so behind on my TBR I'm actually scared to look at my mentions... but still tag me please.

Honey, You're Familiar a Dieter one shot by @murder-wife

Stella Stone moved from Hollywood a decade ago following her divorce to fellow actor, Dieter Bravo. She returns when she is nominated for an Oscar and is soon face to face with their contentious past.

angst, smut, unprotected PIV, oral sex, one face slap, no age gap, leaving one or two things untagged for spoiler reasons, you know how I do.

Shadows a Din one shot by @burntheedges

you were pretty sure the ship was haunted.

spooky vibes, flirting, feelings and smut, canon-typical violence (with a bounty), this is a tentacle monster fic and there is smut, so keep that in mind, it's exactly what you think it is, kissing, grinding, fingering, but not with fingers, p-in-v sex, creampie, cuddling, manhandling, except not with hands, if you get my drift, pet names (cyar'ika, mesh'la, good girl), no mention of details for reader other than wearing clothes and being a mechanic

Riduur in Training a Din one shot by @absurdthirst, @storiesofthefandomlovers

You arrive with the Armorer to take your place as Din Djarin's riduur, one that he had no warning of. Trained to be the spouse of the next leader of the covert - you will be dar'manda if he rejects you. And Din is horrified to learn that you have been trained for his pleasure.

Sexual training/grooming, mentions of creeds and honor, cults, playing fast and loose with Mandalorian traditions, removing helmets, forced weddings, nudity, masturbation, oral sex (male and female receiving), loss of virginity, fingering, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, humiliation, dishonor, pregnancy

but he's the one I want a Joel one shot by @wheresarizona

All you needed was to see if your dad’s friend, Joel, had a spare key to your father’s house. Instead, you get railed within an inch of your life on Joel’s couch.

DBF!Joel Miller, slightly possessive Joel Miller, pre-Outbreak, age gap, explicit consent, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, dirty talk, size kink, praise kink, spit as lube, overstimulation, sex on stairs, body worship, slight body insecurity, getting caught, misunderstandings, angst with a happy ending, Die Hard is a Christmas movie debate)

Luster a Joel one shot by moon_mint (AO3)

Just my humble contribution to the fine genre of Joel Miller stepdad AUs. Slaps fic like I'm a used car salesman. This baby has grief and trauma! Stepcest! People not knowing how to process their feelings! Messed up families! Teenage hormones! Adult hormones! All in the safety of fiction!

No Outbreak AU, Stepfather!Joel, stepcest, Parental Death, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, degradation kink, Angst, PIV Sex, Daddy Kink, Blowjobs, Bad Parenting, messed up and toxic family dynamics in general, Age Difference

how do you sleep? a Joel one shot by @thriftedtchotchkes

joel's always there to comfort you with his words and a warm bed after a nightmare, but tonight, you need a little more

jackson era, soft!joel, comfort, undefined relationship, getting together, mentions of nightmares & insomnia, smut, unprotected piv, slow/intimate sex, creampie

Crash a Marcus M series by @moonlitbirdie (ezrasbirdie on AO3)

Harboring a secret crush on her step-father would be enough to make any girl a little crazy. Years after your mother leaves him, however, Marcus Moreno is still the one you go to when you need saving.

Step-cest, Step-cest adjacent, Step-dad!Marcus Moreno, Age Difference, Missy does not exist, Mommy Issues, Daddy Issues, Manipulative Reader, manipulative marcus, Smut, Angst, Masturbation, Sex Toys, dead dove, Spanking, Dubious Consent

Ma meilleure ennemie an Oberyn one shot by @sanarsi

Your families hate each other but you are young and in love.

forbidden love, hurt/comfort, soft!Oberyn, so much feelings, arguing, young dumb and so much in love

The Graduate Pero one shot @absurdthirst, @storiesofthefandomlovers

From the very first day in his class, you manage to piss Professor Tovar off. Thinking him antiquated as the history class he teaches. Verbally sparring with him until things turn physical in his office, you start hate fucking your professor every chance you get.

Insults, rough sex, hate fucking, verbal sparring, power imbalance, age gap (everyone is legal), squirting, fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), slight exhibitionism, threat of being discovered, hurt feelings, angst

Happy Reading!

[illuminatedquill]

🖌️ 🧠 🖼️ for the Sabezra Secret Santa Ask Game?

Another one, thank you

Here we go . . .

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Favorite Sabezra work I’ve made - Sweet Christmas anon, you’re asking me to pick a favorite among my children? Sheesh.

. . . Well, gun to my head, I suppose my favorite would have to be Princess Lenora and the Starboy. That one came while writing another fic because Sabine needed a favorite fairytale and I just came up with it on the fly. The idea was so good that I had to write it out fully.

It’s my favorite because Star Wars is, at its heart, a modern fairytale. All the best stories are, really. So, I always jump at the chance to add to the tapestry that is Sabine and Ezra because I think their relationship is essentially a core theme of what makes Star Wars great.

This one is near and dear to my heart because of how nicely it wraps up with Sabine and Ezra’s last words to each other. It was a joy to write.

🧠:

Favorite Sabezra headcanons - hoooo boy, do I have lots of thoughts about these two.

- I wrote about this recently in my domestic Sabezra fanfic Quiet Night, but Sabine and Ezra split the house chores between cleaning and maintenance. Sabine handles the latter, with Ezra doing the former.

- Since these two were denied a proper childhood/teenage experience, they are absolutely silly in their adult years and indulge in stuff that others of their age would deem childish.

- Sabine is horrendously down bad for post-exile Ezra. Who can blame her.

- Ezra continuously grapples with Sabine’s Big Decision during the events of Ahsoka that allowed her to find him. He tries to make up for it by constantly pushing himself to be the best he can for everyone around him. Anything less, in his eyes, would make him unworthy of what Sabine did and the cost it took on the galaxy.

- Sabine does not cook. Ezra handles all the cooking.

- Ezra and Murley are secretly rivals for Sabine’s affections. They play nice when she’s around, though.

- Sabine is secretly filthy rich thanks to being from high ranking Mandalorian family but she doesn’t really care about money. Ezra, having lived on the streets of Lothal as a child, almost has a heart attack when he sees how much money Sabine has when they make a joint bank account.

- If there is a Tumblr or A03 that exists in-universe, then Sabine has an account and constantly looks up Sabezra content. She shares the best stuff to a group chat with Hera, Zeb, and Ahsoka.

- Sabine and Ezra have really good singing voices and actually release some albums under a pseudonym band name (Starbird and the Wolf).

- Sabine never returns to Krownest, instead choosing to rebuild her clan with Ezra on Lothal, with their beloved comm-tower as the new Clan Wren residence.

- As a surprise gift for Sabine on one of her birthdays, Ezra takes her to an art gallery with portraits of her during candid moments that were all drawn and painted by him. Their first child, Mira, is conceived later that night.

- Did I mention that Sabine is down horrendous for Ezra. Well, I’m mentioning it again. It’s important.

I have so many more. Maybe someday I’ll write about them later.

🖼️:

Favorite Sabezra work that someone else has made.

Any art by @alphaofdarkness. Go check out their work, it’s super gorgeous, and also Eman Esfandi and Natasha Liu Bordizzo have seen and liked it.

[random-thots-masterlist]

Random Thot’s Masterlist

Symbol Key:

🌶️- sexually explicit 

🥵- spicy; sexy language and/or situations. No explicit sex

🍒- hints of spice. No reason to clutch your pearls.

💔- angst; hurt/no comfort

💕- fluff 

😈- dark/yandere content - may be triggering! Mind the tags!

🤡- crack (humor/funny elements)

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Holiday themed fics - 🎄(Christmas/Yule)

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Note: ALL sexually explicit fics will be marked.

Call of Duty

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Ghost:

🌶️ A Dark & Stormy Night

🌶️ ’S’

🌶️ Dark Knight Ghost (Medieval AU)

💔❓Mystery! Reverse Trope (guess the trope prompt)

🍒 That Staring Drabble

🌶️ Late Night Double Decker Delight

💕 That Blind Date Story

🌶️ A Helping Hand

🌶️ That Drunk Simon Story

🌶️😈 That Simon's Not a Good Man Story

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Love Thy Frenemy (Frenemies/Tenderness AU)

🌶️ Try a Little Tenderness (one-shot that inspired the series)

🎄Where the Love Light Gleams (Xmas One-Shot)

1. It’s a Start

2. The Myth of a Rainy Night

3. The Purgatory Between

4. Like Heartbreaking New Friends

Interlude: The Life of a Ghost

5. The Meat You Feed On

Interlude: Dinner & a Movie

6. A Terrible Thing to Bear

7. Can’t Let Go 😈

8. Lost and Found 😈

9.Grow Me Something Better

10. Let the Sleeper Awake 🍒

Interlude - On the Streets of Soho: Just You 🌶️ 

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Soap:

🌶️ A Blanket of Stars

🌶️ Promises, Promises

💔 The Covenant (50-Word Fic Challenge)

🍒🤡 Reverse Trope: Fake Amnesia

💕 That Pregnancy Drabble

🌶️ The Panty Thief

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Dirty Little Secret (Series)

🌶️Dirty Little Secret (part 1)

💔Dirty Little Secret (part 2)

💔Dirty Little Secret (part 3)

🍒Dirty Little Secret (part 4)

💕Dirty Little Secret (part 5)

🥵Dirty Little Secret (part 6)

🌶️Dirty Little Secret (part 7)

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Gaz:

🌶️A Nice Guy

🍒Reverse Trope: Love Triangle

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Better Not to Know (Series)

🌶️Better Not to Know + Pt. 1

     Better Not to Know + Pt. 2

💔Better Not to Know + Pt. 3

💔Better Not to Know + Pt. 4

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Captain John Price:

🌶️Going Down?

🌶️Good King John (Medieval AU)

🌶️ That Don't Touch My Man Drabble

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Ghoap:

💕 That Plushie Story

🤡 🥵 Freaky Friday Imagine

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TF 141:

💕 Too Many Beds

🌶️ Naughty HC's - 69

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Writing Challenges/Prompts

🌶️ The Acolyte (#50 word fic challenge - CoD Character)

💔 The Covenant (#50 word fic challenge - John Soap MacTavish)

💕 Quiet (K)night (#cali’s nameless challenge)

💕 Reverse Trope Prompt: Too many beds (TF 141 x reader)

🍒 Reverse Trope Prompt: Fake amnesia (Soap x reader)

🍒 Reverse Trope Prompt: Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead (Gaz x reader)

🍒❓ Reverse Trope Prompt: Mystery prompt! Prompt reveal is in the end notes. (Ghost x reader)

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CoD Medieval AU One Shots

🌶️ Dark Knight Ghost

🌶️ Good King John

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Los Vaqueros:

Rudy Parra

🌶️ A Patient Man

The Mandalorian:

🌶️ Don’t Leave Me Hangin’

🖤The more thots I have, the more dumpster fires fics you’ll see.

[pintsizemama]

Snow Angels

Day 27

Summary: Din and Grogu make snow angels.

Pairings: Din Djarin x You, Din Djarin x Female Reader

Fandom: The Mandalorian (AU)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language

Word Count: 433

A/N: This is part of the A Little Rusty series.

Day 26 Day 28 Christmas Masterlist Main Masterlist AO3 Join my taglist

You sat quietly at the kitchen table. You had a hot mug of coffee in your hands and a completely unobstructed view of the front yard through the large window. Din and Grogu were outside playing in the snow. It warmed your heart to see father and son so happy. You stood up and walked to the front door. You tossed on your coat and joined your boys outside. Grogu’s giggles greeted you as you walked out.

“Like this, Grogu,” Din said in a soft voice. He fell back into the snow, and Grogu followed next to him. “Good. Now swing your arms and legs like this.” Din showed him, and Grogu watched a moment before he repeated the action. “Perfect! Don’t move. I’m gonna help you up.” Din hopped up out of the snow and reached for his son. Grogu took his hands and Din pulled him up. He held him in his arms. “Look, buddy.” Din pointed down.

“Wha?” Grogu said in confusion.

“It’s a snow angel,” Din explained. “You made that.” You walked over to see. You snorted when you saw them. Grogu’s was perfect and so cute and tiny. Din’s looked more like a monster since no one helped him up.

“Something funny?” Din asked with a raised brow.

“Just admiring your snow monster,” you laughed.

“Snow monster?” Din gasped. “It’s a perfectly fine snow angel.”

“More like a snow demon,” you gasped, tears forming in your eyes.

“I’ll show you a snow demon!” Din said playfully. He set Grogu down and scooped up a handful of snow. You began to back away as he formed it into a ball.

“Din, don’t you dare,” you warned him. He smirked and continued to press the snow together. Grogu also started to make a snowball. “You boys can’t gang up on me! It’s not fair!” Din chucked the snowball at you. You managed to dodge it, but completely didn’t see Grogu throw his. A burst of cold exploded on the side of your face. You sputtered and spit snow out of your mouth. You turned to the adorable two year old, who currently had a shit eating grin on his face.

“I cannot believe you hit me with a snowball,” you said in shock. He laughed and grabbed more snow. You saw Din doing the same and ran for cover with a squeal. The three of you spent the next half hour running around the yard having an epic snowball fight. Once you were all exhausted—and freezing—you went back in to warm up with some coffee and hot cocoa.

Day 28

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[5pectre]

This series was perfect.

May have been a little late to it, but a little Christmas outside of the holidays is nice.

Competing For Christmas: Masterlist

Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader

Summary:

 After a recent breakup, you decide that you still want to join your town’s Christmas Competition - and are encouraged by friends to ask your brooding coworker to be your partner. 

Unwilling to get too close and let your feelings for the man ruin your new friendship, you attempt to keep your distance. But he’s also keeping his distance - and maybe even throwing the competition to an extent - to protect a secret of his own. 

Series Warnings:

This is pure Hallmark cheese, but just to cover my bases:

- Each individual chapter lists warnings/specific summaries. Smut chapters are marked with *

Part 1: The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year 

Part 2: Oh, Christmas Tree

Part 3: Jingle Bell Rock 

Trivia Questions / Christmas Bingo Sheet / Word Scramble

Part 4: Frosty The Snowman

Cookie Inspiration 1 / Cookie Inspiration 2 / Aprons

Part 5: Holly Jolly Christmas: The Date / The Snowman Event

The snowmen: Frosty / The Snowman / Pigpen’s snowman

Interlude: Under My Tree (Din’s POV)

Part 6: Let It Snow: The Aftermath / The Scavenger Hunt

The scavenger hunt: Clue list / Bonus items

Part 7: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 

Epilogue: Here Comes Santa Claus 

Art: 

Din and the cookies (chapter 4) by @valkblue

Din and Grogu portrait by @guiltypleasure-art

*chapter titles and release dates are tentative and may shift slightly. More chapters may be added as I write. We will see what happens!

[alphaofdarkness]

📖 🖌️ 🍪 for Sabezra Secret Santa Ask Game

Thank you for the ask anon! ☺️💜

📖 Comfort sabezra fic?

Ah, it’s hard to pick just one, I have so many in mind ✨ if another ask like this comes, I'll give other favorites!

Moments Like These by ConsiderTheLiliesOfTheField is a soft and domestic fic that I just love 🥺 it inspired the second to last draw of my Mandalorian Vows series. I just live for domestic sabezra, living their lives together and free from war and ache of being separated. And they are expecting a little one of their own? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 even better 💜!

I also really love Our Slice of Paradise by TotallyRealPersonoid, I live for au ending fics where Ezra was not purrgiled and both he and Sabine stay together on Lothal to help it rebuild, while also trying to figure out their feelings for each other 🥺 it’s a nice oneshot and I highly recommend!

🖌 Favorite sabezra work you've made?

I answered that ask here!

But I also wanted to do, I guess like “oh, if I get this ask again, I’ll list another favorite of mine!” So~

I really love the redraw I made of Sabezra with the photo of Eman and Natasha during the Burmingham Comic Con over the summer 😌 Just happy beans, reunited and no more war or pain or Thrawn to deal with, only reconnecting and falling in love (they are actually married, via the Mandalorian Vows, on the art already hehe).

🍪 Favorite kind of Christmas cookie!

I’m a simple and picky ma’ams 👉🏼👈🏼🥺, I just prefer normal chocolate chip cookies 💜🍪🍪🍪 If they are warm and soft then it’s even better! 🍪🍪😋

Thank you so much for the ask anon! I appreciate it! I hope you like my responses! 🥺 I'll answer the other pending asks for tomorrow 💜

[iamsherlocked-1998]

Masterlist ✨

Hello! I´m Sarah.

I write only for Pedro's characters - not for Pedro himself.

I prefer one shots and littles stories.

I'm always open to requests, love have conversations.

Many of my stories include GN!Reader & M!Reader, they have LGTBI content (male x male). I don´t usually use original characters, but there are a few of then.

The stories may contains smut of varying degrees, violence and speak about sensible topics.

I love add gif and pics in my fics for made it more interesting.

My first language isn't english, please be patient with some errors in writing.

Please consider re-blogging it and leaving a comment, In fact I like to answer them. I also usually follow users who follow me❤

Come browse and have a good time 🥳

Din Djarin (The mandalorian):

-Cold is a phase (series): A little Christmas story, although it has some angst at the beginning.

PART 1

PART 2

-A Harmless Indulgence.

Story with blind reader, small domestic moment.

-When the storm passes

Contains description of nightmares and post-traumatic stress.

-Infection (Dincobb).

Zombie AU, with a little surprise in the end.

-In good and bad times (Dincobb).

The marshal helps with Mando's injury.

-Winter days

Just smut without plot.

-The Unknown (series): With a OC, Mando meet someone special.

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3.

-The Cave.

My version of the living waters.

-The Sorcerer (series, crossover): Doctor Strange is coming.

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3.

-The Hangar (Dincobb): Peli found an unexpected guest in her workshop...

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3.

-Communication.

Grogu first words

-Very long night (Dincobb).

A canteen night...

-Stolen days (Dincobb).

Wounds heal and bonds are created...

-Together.

My version of the reunion in The Book of Boba Fett.

-Goodbye.

A little anguish.

-Darkness (+ 18).

This story contains violence and loss of self-control.

-Mistletoe (+18).

A special to celebrate the end of Christmas with something a little spicy, Dincobb.

Oberyn Martell (GOT):

-Hot springs.

Just smut with our prince.

-IMAGINE (Dark, +18).

Javier Peña (Narcos):

-Healing.

The reader is a victim of drug traffickers since childhood and know Peña. Obscenity ensues.

IMAGINES:

-Joel Miller

-Break-up (multi characters).

-Sick (multi-characters).

-Din Djarin (Belong).

-Family.

-Earth.

-Dave York.

Marcus Pike (The mentalist):

-Broken Branches

A halloween story with some smut.

OTHER ACTORS AND CHARACTERS:

-Sherlock BBC (the smiling client).

A horror story based in the film.

[godtier1]

I’ve tried my hand at writing fic for some new (and old!) fandoms this year! Gonna update some fics for my pinned post because why not! :3

Fated

(The Mandalorian, DinCobb)

Din learned at a young age that it is better, and perhaps even necessary, to forget about finding the soulmate whose name is written on his wrist.

Breathe

(Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, Sidlink)

When Sidon asks Link to take a trip together, Link is all too happy to oblige in the interest of spending some quality time with his closest friend. However, he doesn’t foresee the dangers in the forecast, and when Sidon’s life is on the line he will be forced to face his own feelings about what their relationship truly means to him.

Still Counting

(Cardcaptor Sakura, Touyuki)

Touya’s plans for a Christmas Eve marriage proposal are put on hold when Yukito falls ill.

How Far We’ve Come

(Metal Gear Solid, Otasune)

Dave and Hal had come so far in only six years. They began their journey as friendly acquaintances, mutually dedicated to the cause of peace, but ended it as so, so much more.

Or

Five times Dave mentioned marrying Hal, and the one time Hal brought it up himself.