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lady-bess · 9 months ago

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Just A Date - Din Djarin

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Din Djarin x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 1.7k Notable Tags: Fluff, Nervousness, Din being slightly clueless about feelings, Romantic Gesture, Friends to Lovers, Not all Valentines Celebrations need to be romantic, Agressively strong hugs, Kissing (but the helmet stays on).

Din…Din doesn’t fully understand what Valentine’s day is. In fact I’d put money on him not really having a grasp of what date it is, what with all the flying around in hyperspace he does, so the chances of him remembering the famed Hallmark Holiday are slim to non-existent. But, fortunately for Din, his sweetheart is more than understanding of this, and gives him a little wiggle room when it comes to remembering the date, and celebrating it.

He think it’s today. Or maybe it was yesterday? Or perhaps it’s tomorrow…

He hasn’t got a clue, basically. Din sighs to himself as he disembarks the Razor Crest, parked just out the way of all the hustle and bustle of your town. The journey to your house isn’t far for him to walk from here, and at least parking out here in the dust bowls would draw slightly less attention to him.

Well, as little attention as possible for a Mandalorian…

You’d come a long way to meet Din. Humanity had perfected space time travel, but at the expense of you getting lost in an entirely different galaxy. You’d found yourself landed on your ass in a galaxy far, far, away, and with no idea how to get home.

Eventually you’d given up on trying, accepting that the likelihood of you ever returning to Earth were slim to non-existent. It was only because of Din’s generosity, and limited sympathy, that you managed to find your feet out here. He’d dropped you off with friends of his (‘friends’ was a strong word. ‘Peli’ was a better one) and you’d picked up work and the way of life around here fairly quickly.

Din would come by regularly to check up on you, although he was never sure why. In his line of work he was no stranger to meeting people who had been caught on hard times, owed someone something, or just needed a bit of slack cutting. He never really cared about the majority of them, only occasionally finding sympathy if his puck had given him a job where there had definitely been an injustice or obvious rigging of the system. But there was never anything he could do about it – he just had to get on with it. For you, though? You were someone he could help.

Whatever reason he had for choosing to help you, he was glad he had. Months had gone by, and anytime he had been to visit you’d been an absolute delight to spend time with. You’d asked him once about the Mandalorian armour when you first met, but as soon as you understood his Creed, and why he’d never take it off, you never asked again. It never seemed to phase you either, and you treated Din just as you would anyone else whose face you could see.

He supposed that’s what made you so easy to get along with.

To help you settle in, Din had asked all about Earth traditions you followed, to try and give you some sense or normality. You were happy to assimilate, to experience the traditions of your new way of life, but that didn’t mean you perhaps would want to ever forget about where you’d come from. You’d mentioned about the “festive holidays” as a main one, but there was one other date that you kept mentioning.

Din had asked you about this date, and understood a little about what valentine’s day was now. Even if he thought it was a mighty waste of time, and credits, he felt for you yearning for the holiday. You’re so far from home, and life hasn’t treated you right – nobody deserved to be moved so far from home, especially not someone as kind-hearted as you.

He decided that while you might not be lovers, you may never see his face, but right now you were the closest thing Din had to a best friend. It was a lonely line of work he was in, and his visits to you made the time on foreign planets slightly more tolerable. The least he could do was show you a little thanks.

If today even was that day, that is.

He did love you, in a way. In the same way you love your family, or a long time friend. Even if you’d only been part of each other’s lives for a short while, you’d had such an impact on him. So, just before landing, he’d headed to a market nearby and picked up some flowers you’d once seen Peli have in her kitchen window. They’d been the first thing he’d noticed you be enamoured with, fascinated to a point where he wasn’t sure he’d ever get you out of the kitchen that afternoon to go for a walk. The way the light caught the delicate blue petals, so you said, was “like looking into an ocean”.

Din headed down the steps into Peli’s courtyard, the bouquet of flowers in his beskar-clad hand. Under his suit he never normally felt warm, but right now he rather felt like he was running a fever. His heart was beating as fast as it normally did whenever he was working a particularly dangerous mission, and he could hear blood rushing through his ears.

Was he…was he nervous? he thought.

Trying his best to shrug it off, he headed towards the wooden door of the home you resided in. Peli had a large property, most of which she only used for storage of parts. There had been enough space for one of the larger rooms to be converted into a small studio home for you, and while Din insisted he could have probably helped you find somewhere larger, you’d been more than content with your living quarters.

Arriving at your door, he lifted one hand and knocked three times. Within seconds you answered it, muttering something under your breathe.

“Peli, I told you, I’m nearly- oh!” you said, squealing slightly as your eyes laid upon the shining beskar stood before you. “Din!” you exclaimed.

Din chuckled to himself, the modulator only just picking it up over the sound of your excited shriek at him being here.

“Hi, you. Happy valentine’s day!” he said, handing you the bouquet of flowers, “At least I think today is valentine’s day. I’ll be honest, I lose track of time,” he said with a shrug.

You took the flowers from him and smiled, tears springing to the corners of your eyes at the gesture. Your new life here was strange, and while a lot of people had been very welcoming, there was something about this gesture which made you feel like everything would truly be okay. For as small as it may seem to most, the fact you’d found a friend out here who clearly paid attention to you in the same way your friends and loved ones back on Earth had truly helped heal a part of you that you were scared had been lost.

“Oh, Din, you remembered!” you said, glancing down at the flowers and then up at the black T of his visor. “Thank you.”

Din nodded, happy he could do something for you today. And the look on your face, he realised, was worth every credit he’d spent at the florist’s. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you quite as happy as you looked right now, and for that he’d buy you these flowers every time he saw you if it meant you would never have a frown on your face again.

“Anytime,” he said, and he watched as you scurried to the sink to set the flowers in a vase of water. You smiled as you looked at them neatly displayed together, happy with how they looked, then turned to Din.

Giggling slightly, and a bit overwhelmed at the kind gesture, you took a bold step. You and Din had not really been physically affectionate, aside from occasional arms around each other when in fits of laughter, but that’s where it had ended. But today, you didn’t care. You’d had shit luck recently, and this had been the kindest thing Din had done for you just because he felt like it.

Skipping over to Din, you threw yourself up into his arms, laughing as you landed against the solid beskar. Din instinctively caught you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in tight to himself. It was the first really affectionate hug he’d had from anyone, and he relished in the moment, however short it might be. The one thing he knew for certain is that he wouldn’t be the first one to pull away.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you relaxed into Din’s strong hold. Even though your body was pressed against a hard metal, there was something comforting about it in a way. The fact he was so solid and stoic helped you feel more at ease around him, and subliminally understand that he really wasn’t going anywhere. Not without you noticing, anyway.

“You’re so kind,” you whispered to Din, loosening your grip slightly so you could slide back down and your feet touch the ground. He smiled behind the mask, hoping his body somehow gave off enough of a ‘tell’ that you’d somehow know he was stood looking into your eyes, so happy to see you content.

Almost like an answer to his question, you got up on your tiptoes and planted a kiss onto the middle of his visor. His breathing hitched under the mask, so loud that he knew you heard. The little giggle you did gave it away as you sank back down to your level, then finally pulling away.

“Come on then, you sap. Let’s go out for a bit now you’re here!” you said, grabbing your jacket and heading out the door of the studio, a noticeable spring in your step.

Din stood rooted to the spot for a moment, in slight disbelief at what just happened. It had been a long time since he felt this way about anyone, and even longer since anyone had returned any kind of feelings. He peered round the doorway and watched you head off into the courtyard, blissfully unaware that he was on the verge of crying happy tears.

Because, just maybe, perhaps the love he felt towards you wasn’t all as platonic as Din first imagined…

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azertyrobaz · 2 years ago

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Dank Farrik Drabble #50

I reached 50, I’m so happy!

Anyway, I'm not really liking the Din Grogu thing, so this is my attempt to make sense of it. Kinda. Hope you enjoy New weapon/Pride! Here are the rules for the challenge if you want to participate.

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“Din Grogu? Well that’s even worse.”

The Mandalorian sighed and Grogu lowered his ears in Peli’s arms. He was sure that if he still had IG-12 at his disposal, a series of loud “No” would be heard.

“Why’s his name even Din Grogu? Isn’t your name Din Djarin?” she asked, unmoved by their reaction. Peli had never bothered using his own name, and had been very vocal in the past regarding the boy’s patronym – she didn’t like either and would keep on calling them what she pleased. He was usually “Mando” when she was in a good mood, which was rare. More often, it contained the words “bucket” or “idiot”. The child was luckier in that department. Until now at least.

“It’s tradition,” Din replied, hoping that she wouldn’t request him to elaborate. But of course she did, her eyebrows rising impatiently. She was Peli after all.

“He’s my apprentice. I’ve adopted him and he will bear my first name for the duration of his training. Once he’s ready, he’ll be Grogu Djarin.”

The boy nodded, looking at him intently – he’d gone over all of this with him already, and he was showing the same reaction now: a deep sense of pride. Din smiled, remembering how proud he’d also felt when he started as an apprentice all those years ago. That sense of finally belonging, something he’d yearned to find for a long time before being given a real place among his new family.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Peli noted, squarely bringing him back to the present.

“It’s just tradition,” Din tried again with a shrug. “And honorific – people will still call him ‘Grogu’.”

“Well it’s a stupid tradition.”

Din had never liked thinking too much about some aspects of his Creed. He’d just been happy to be given a place somewhere, even if it meant agreeing to things he didn’t fully understand. But part of him sometimes wondered if he should make an effort, because he thought Peli’s remark was warranted. Why shouldn’t Grogu have his last name already?

“So why did you comm me?” he asked her instead – he’d think about all of this some other time. “You mentioned a new weapon?”

He’d learned to be wary of the vocabulary the mechanic used when she was trying to lure him back to Tatooine. Too many times she had almost managed to drag him there with the promise of a new Razor Crest or amban sniper rifle she’d somehow found. So the fact that she had been so vague this time had piqued his interest. Knowing her, it meant it was probably something big.

“Right!” she said, putting Grogu down on top of a nearby crate and rifling through her (many) pockets. “It’s this!”

Peli was holding some kind of rock. Small, with polished surfaces. It was almost transparent and very pretty to be sure, but this was no weapon.

“What is it?” Din still asked, not realizing that his son’s ears had reached epic height on his head.

“This, my bucket-headed friend, is a kyber crystal.”

“It’s a what?”

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