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galactic-star-bruiser · 2 years ago
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Protected - Din x princess!reader req
@angel-with-a-heart, I LOVE YOU SM... I hope you like it!!
PT.1 pt. 2
sum: Din is hired as your personal bodyguard because you are doing relief work as a princess throughout the galaxy
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Being a princess of your home planet sounds like a dream... jewels, wealth, titles, beautiful places.
It was more like a prison.
From the day I was born I was groomed to be nothing but perfect royalty and a princess my planet could take pride in and eventually follow as Queen.
Endless hours of lessons that only ended in chastising comments from my parents were hell to me.
We were going to be traveling for the next few months around different systems on “relief work” that were really just a way for my parents to look good in front of the counsel. Bullshit. 
I argued endlessly with them that I could take care of myself, that I was smart enough and aware enough of my surroundings to defend myself. 
They weren’t having any of it. 
The day the beskar clad man showed up in front of me, towering, unwavering... was the day I wasn’t even aware that my life would change completely.
“This is The Mandalorian that we’ve hired him to essentially be your body guard as we travel”
I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and folded my arms across my chest. 
The man cocked his head to the side and my mother glared at my hostile nature. 
I was sure to get a swift smack for that later. 
I trudged to my room, now strewn with clothes and my belongings that I wanted to pack. 
maybe ill lose them on some planet...run away
I wasn’t a brat... and I wasn’t ungrateful. I knew how good I had it. It just seemed like the pressure had been building ever since I was conceived. 
I didn’t want this. I wanted to be a good daughter with loving parents, I wanted to be able to dress down just one day of my life, I didn’t want to be caught up in wars and politics... but I knew that would never happen for me. I’d just swallow it down and do my due diligence for my planet. 
As I began packing again, I was suddenly snapped out of my own rambling thoughts by the feeling of a presence behind me. 
“Are you serious... you have to follow me everywhere? Gonna watch me shower next?” I spat, my back turned to what I knew to be The Mandalorian. 
I shouldn’t have been so rude... I was just angry. 
“Just following orders, princess” his modulated voice rang back. 
There was a slight pause and amused tone in the way he said princess...interesting.
I huffed and handed him my bag, letting him follow me out the door and onto my family’s ship where he proceeded to take the seat across from me. My parents sat up front in the cockpit like the control freaks they were, barking orders at our poor pilot.
“So... whats your name” I asked, trying to change to a softer tone, it wasn’t his fault I was mad after all.
“You can call me ‘Mando’ if you want, or just refer to me as ‘a Mandalorian’ ”
“You weren’t given a name?”
“It’s not important” he said with a matter of fact tone that ended the conversation completely. 
fine.
“You don’t have to refer to me as princess, ‘ya know. Im sure my parents told you my name.”
“It would be disrespectful to not call you by your title since I only let to you refer to me as mine.”
“Oh....thats fair I guess.”
I couldn’t help but stare at the way his hands flexed or the way his thighs were spread wide, taking up almost three seats in his entirety and the way the hum and rattle of the ship made him shift with every bump... I needed to stop. 
I stumbled a bit as I always did when exiting the ship, cursing myself in the process. 
I reached for stability against the ships exterior, but was met with a gloved hand instead that radiated warmth through it. 
I quickly pulled away after realizing my lingering and thanked him awkwardly which awarded me with a nod from the helmeted man.
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dindjarinandlysakane · 1 year ago
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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 48 - Upwards
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When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…
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Chapter 48 - Upwards
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All of the breath left Lysa’s body as she plummeted over the edge of the bridge….
…falling down…
…down…
…into the abyss.
Everything around her seemed to move in slow motion.
Her own heartbeat echoing through her ears.
She could feel death creeping closer and closer as she fell…
…with no way to stop it.
A sorry end for a sorry life filled with nothing but pain and hurt.
That was until she had met Din and Grogu of course
And it was their faces she wanted to picture now, before death took her away under its dark wing.
The two people who had filled her life with hope and warmth in the short time she had known them.
The two people she loved more than anything else.
Lysa’s eyes were squeezed shut.
Crix had taken her over the edge with him, but he had fallen first. And Lysa did not want to see where he had gone…where he ended up ahead of her.
She prayed now, that if she found an afterlife beyond this one, that Crix would not be there with her. 
That she could finally be free of him.
Lysa felt herself hurtling down at an astonishing speed, her stomach in her throat…
…waiting for the impact…
…bracing herself…
…ready…
But all of a sudden, Lysa felt a strong arm grasp her around her middle…
…slowing her descent almost instantly.
And that arm pull her flush into a firm body, with a hard crash of her limbs against theirs.
Lysa snapped her eyes open, hearing the sudden whoosh of a jetpack.
And gasping out a ragged breath, Lysa stared up into the beskar-covered face of Din Djarin.
This unbelievable man.
The man who she had thought had saved her already in so many ways. Doing so again, when she had lost all hope of rescue.
She scrabbled to grip onto him, her sweaty palms sliding against his beskar. As her hands finally wrapped themselves around his neck, suddenly taking in a breath for the first time since she had fallen.
Lysa wanted to cry, closing her green, tearful eyes again, as Din accelerated, fighting against gravity, and pulling the pair of them suddenly upwards…
…upwards…upwards…
Until they landed on the metal bridge they had come from with a thud…Lysa’s legs immediately giving way beneath her.
But lucky for her, Din’s grip on her was strong, and he held her in place, slowly lowering her down, until her bottom hit the floor beneath her.
And unable to control herself any longer, Lysa let out a hard sob, her entire body shaking with relief.
She looked up through shimmering eyes filled with tears, to see Din knelt on one knee before her, his gloved hands still holding onto both her forearms gently.
She could tell that behind his beskar visor, his eyes were searching hers, but Lysa couldn't control herself at this very second.
The sheer relief was overwhelming.
After all that had happened, she had been certain that this was the end. That there was no one who could save her. And perhaps that she didn't deserve to be saved.
The last words Crix had muttered into her ear as he had thrown her over the edge with him, still ringing in her ears over and over-
“Even more blood on your hands now, ‘ey, Lysa…”
She knew of course that Crix had had no rescue. And with the blaster shot she had put through him, that he was dead somewhere far below.
And yet despite all that, he still managed to haunt her, even now. The ghost of him still here.
His poisonous words, seeping into her mind. Never to leave again.
“Are you ok?” came Din’s voice, as one of his hands slipped down, grasping at her bound wrists, and cutting her free with a knife from his belt. While the other one of his gloved hands, he lifted to her cheek, swiping away at the tears as quickly as they fell.
But Lysa couldn't say a word, not even able to mumble out a thank you to the man who she owed her life to. 
She gave another loud and painful sob, bowing her head and hitching in a sharp breath. Her tears, no longer tears of sorrow. But tears of gratitude and relief.
For she was safe.
She was really safe.
……………………..
Din stared at Lysa, a deep frown settled between his eyebrows, watching as she sobbed, her entire body trembling beneath his grasp.
He could see the pain coursing through her, almost visible now, as the seconds ticked by up on the windy platform.
For a moment there he was certain he had lost her. Watching as Crix had dragged her over the edge of the bridge with him.
And even now, despite her being safe here with him once more, Din’s heart seemed to be taking its time in resuming its normal pace within his ribs.
Lysa had been mere seconds from hitting the ground below by the time he had reached her. And the relief he had felt once he had her body firmly held against his, had been like nothing he had even experienced.
And so he understood now, Lysa’s tears and her upset. For the times that Din had been close to death, it had taken him a long time to recover. 
And even now, there were moments from his childhood, that fateful day on Aq Vetina just one of them, that Din still found himself suffering nightmares about, from time to time.
For the pain and the fear he had experienced in those moments, had cut a fault line deep inside him, and buried itself there.
He watched as Lysa, almost doubled over before him now, sobbed, her tears falling fast. Knowing there was nothing he could do to stop them at this very moment. And nothing he wanted to do either.
These were Lysa’s tears to cry. And he would not deny her them.
But Din suddenly remembered that despite Crix falling over the edge and Xi’an far below, there was still Ran.
But lifting his head over to where the bearded man had fallen, he could see now that there was no body there. Ranzar Malk obviously having survived his injuries and dragged himself somewhere whilst Din had been distracted.
Din knew that this wasn't over.
He still wanted to taste revenge for what his old comrades had done today…
…but right now, that could wait. For his focus was now on one person and one person alone…
He waited until Lysa’s sobs became shallower, running his hand gently down the side of her head comfortingly, until she lifted her face to his.
Her green desperate eyes meeting with Din’s.
She looked exhausted beyond belief, and Din knew there was nothing in this world now that would keep him apart from her again. No force that strong.
She didn't say anything, but she allowed Din’s hand, that was lingering at the back of her head, to pull her into him. Settling herself against him as she cried endless tears into the tunic at his neck. Din wrapping his strong arms around her. Letting her know wordlessly that she was safe here now, at last.
And like this they remained. Just the two of them. For how long Din wasn't sure.
Until a sudden voice broke through their well-needed silence.
“MANDO!”
And for a moment, Din was almost sure that it was Ran, back for more…
But as Din turned his head instantly to look. He was met with three figures stalking quickly across the far end of the bridge, furthest from the hangar, towards them.
Din’s frown deepened. But more from shock than anger…
…at the sight of Greef Karga pacing quickly towards him. Followed by Grogu in his hover pram and the Marshall of Nevarro- the IG-11 droid.
Karga was coming at them at a slight jog, looking mightily out of breath, his face a picture of concern.
“We saw what happened, we couldn't find a landing spot, and-” said the High-Magistrate, very much out of place in the cess-pit that was the moon known as Nar Shadda.
“How did you find us?” asked Din gazing first at Karga and then at IG-11 and, of course, Grogu who brought up the rear, coming to a harsh halt beside Din. At once cooing at his father and looking him up and down as if checking that all was well.
“What? You didn't think I wouldn't have a tracker put on that new ship of yours the moment it landed in Nevarro?” uttered Karga. His eyes at once falling to the visibly upset and trembling Lysa, still sobbing quietly in Din’s arms. “She- uh…she ok?”
Karga’s tone was serious and as far as Din could tell, full of genuine concern.
Din placed his hand to one of her shoulders, carefully peeling her from him, her weary gaze barely able to meet his own.
Din could feel a heat emanating from her now, he feared had nothing to do with the tears that were falling.
For he could see that Lysa’s pale forehead was now beaded with perspiration. And from here he could see that the blaster wound on her shoulder had started losing blood again.
“Did you bring a med-pack?” said Din quickly to Karga, ignoring his friend’s question. 
But Karga pursed his lips together.
“Oh I can do you one better than that,” he replied, stepping aside as IG-11 stopped forward.
“Upon reprogramming, several of my previous protocols were put back as they were,” came the monotone voice of IG-11. “These protocols include medical care. Stand aside please.”
And with that, Din shuffled back as IG-11 crouched down beside them both on long metal legs, scanning Lysa immediately. A bright green light skimming quickly over her face and body.
“You have suffered blood loss and are at risk of infection to your shoulder wound,” came the voice of the droid again after a long couple of seconds. “We need to get you on board and start treatment with immediate effect.”
At the Marshal’s words, Din gave a frown, before he looked at Lysa, wanting nothing more than to fling off his helmet right now and provide her with the comfort of his expression. Of his eyes conveying so many things that words right now could not. But he refrained, moving a hand to Lysa’s waist and helping her to standing once more.
She leaned her weight onto him, feeling, to him, unsteady on her feet.
Grogu beside them gave a chirp, looking at Lysa hopefully. But right now, she seemed to be keeping her tearful gaze fixed firmly to the floor, focusing on walking straight.
“How did you all even get here? asked Din, staring around, before looking back to Karga who smiled knowingly.
“The Stinger. I told you…it’s a great ship,” he said simply, pointing to the ship that Din had agreed to borrow from Karga just a day prior, stood at the far end of the bridge, far beyond his N-1.
In all the commotion, he had not even noticed it land.
Karga gestured with his head. “Come on, let's leave this hole before we run into any more trouble.”
And with that, the High-Magistrate turned and headed back toward the ship they had arrived on.
Din, giving one last look towards the hangar behind them, scanning the area for any survivors one final time. Before he turned, pulling Lysa with him carefully as they walked down the bridge towards the awaiting ship.
Their pace was slow and after a moment or two Grogu, IG-11 and Karga were several feet ahead, leaving Lysa and Din walking quietly side by side bringing up the rear.
“I’m so sorry, Din,” came Lysa’s hoarse voice, in what was barely a whisper. She sounded tearful and distraught.
Din glanced her way, tears visibly slipping from her eyes as they walked.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” said Din with a deep frown, shaking his head.
Lysa turned her face, staring his way. Her sad, lost-looking eyes meeting with his, behind his beskar.
“Din…” she said, her green eyes desperately trying to search his, hidden behind his visor, a warmth filling her gaze now as she looked up at him. “I-”
But her expression suddenly changed to one of confusion in front of his very eyes.
“...I don't feel so good…” she managed to mumble out, blinking several times in quick succession and giving a hard swallow.
And before Din could do anything, he watched as Lysa’s eyes rolled back in her head and her feet gave way beneath her.
Din tightened his grip on her waist, but was barely able to keep her upright, as his eyes darted back and forth over her ghostly pale and clammy face.
Din’s heart began to pound faster and faster within his ribcage.
“Lysa?” he said quickly, rousing the attention of Karga and IG-11 up ahead.
“Get her on board…hurry,” said Karga to Din instantly, his expression full of worry.
And so manoeuvring her within his grasp, Din bent his knees a little, before hauling Lysa gingerly up into his arms.
He could feel that she was hot to the touch, burning up, looking far paler now than she had a moment ago. All colour drained from her face.
Din hitched in a sharp breath as he strode ahead, making hurriedly for the ship.
Knowing one thing for certain…
….he couldn't lose her. Not now.
…………………………………….
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theartsalsa · 1 year ago
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More dragon Din and Grogu :)) The colors look lighter for some reason?? Idek why :p but yEaH
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purplepenntapus · 1 year ago
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Listen I ship dinluke for so many reasons but number 1. is that I think it’s incredibly funny to ship a man who so desperately doesn’t want to be a main character with Mr. Star Wars himself
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kumeramen · 2 years ago
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theidiotwhowritesthings · 2 years ago
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✨D.D. MASTERLIST ✨
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[DRABBLES]
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Lost in the Light (1.4k)
Ni Ceta, Cyar’ika (7.8k) // I Love You, Cyar’ika (4.5k)
⏤ Do You Want Me, Cyar’ika: HAPPY END (6.7k), DARK END (5.1k)
Not Like This (1.3k words) // Not You (2.3k words)
One Hundred and Fifty Seven (4.1k words)
That’s Not My Name (632 words)
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din djarin x female!reader
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Older!Grogu Inspo Art
summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.
✨: signifies a ‘AFS’ deleted scene/drabble!
#01: Two Porgs, One Blaster
#02: Are You Trying to Say Bear?
#03: Marshal Daddy
#04: Mayfeld Didn't Mean to Step on Him
✨#4.5: He is a Quick One✨
#05: Wife Material
#06: Trikar'la, Buir!
#07: Soran
✨#7.5: Like The Wizards✨
#08: You're His Home
#09: Buir, Grogu, Ma
✨#9.5: Ma’s Got You✨
#10: Show Off
#11: You Didn’t
#12: Grogu, Grogu, Baby, It’s Okay
#13: The Danger Has Passed, Cyar’ika
#14: Am I Making You Quiver?
#15: Mando Looks Like He Knows How to Fuck
#16: I Don’t Want It to Be a Sin
#17: Close Your Eyes, Ner Kar’ta
✨#MID 17: Take a Break, Doc✨
#18: Talk About a Power Couple
#19: My Boys Needed Me
#20: Short Stick Bears His Wrath
#21: Made of the Right Stuff
#22: Like Father, Like Son
#23: It’s a Surprise
✨#23.5: Am I Close to Redemption?✨
#24: Right Between Your Thighs
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din djarin x female!reader
summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.
#01: Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object
#02: Falling For You
#03: Call it Fate, Destiny, Call it Luck
#04: Cool Motive, Still Murder
#05: Right Person, Wrong Time
#06: Partners in Crime
#07: A Favor For a Friend
#08: But You’re Still a Traitor
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[SEVEN DAYS]
Cowboy!Din Djarin x Female!Reader
Summary: The Mandalorian, a morally gray and hardened bounty hunter, makes a decision that alters the course of his fate and yours. As your two very different worlds collide, you learn the Mandalorian is more than his reputation has led you to believe, and you have only seven days to decide if saving his life would be worth destroying your own.
DAY ONE
DAY TWO
DAY THREE
DAY FOUR
DAY FIVE
DAY SIX
DAY SEVEN
AFTER
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freakrenaissance · 5 months ago
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Get that vengeance, baby! I love him like this! Fantastic fic 👌🏾
Warm or cold
Summery: You and Din work well together tracking and apprehending bounties but this one time it all goes wrong when you are put in mortal danger. Din makes him pay. No one hurts his Cyare!
Warnings: Swearing, brief mention of smut, under 18's DNI, no use of Y/N, fluff.
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"Let's split up. Well flank him and cut him off!" Din yelled through the dense forest. You immediately break off to the right while Din veers to the left. It would be so much easier for him to use his jet pack but the thick and overgrown vegetation makes manoeuvring at high speed almost impossible. Besides, it definitely makes for a more interesting hunt when you're both working together. He never imagined you'd take to the bounty hunter life so naturally and he enjoys seeing the reaction it draws from you; Excitement, fearlessness and determination. He has finally met his equal in this line of work and he is relishing every moment of it.
You don't know if it's because of the adrenaline coursing through your veins like high voltage or maybe you're just hyper perceptive in tense situations but the forest seems to radiate with energy and life as you relentlessly pursue the latest bounty. The sunlight dappling through the thick canopy crates a dancing array of light and contrasting shadows alike. The various native birds grace the air with their unique songs and tweets that you've never heard anywhere else and the bountiful mossy ground feels like a plush carpet under your boots. Any other time you would have taken a moment to stop and appreciate the picturesque woodland but now is not the time. You have a job to do and you intend to execute that job with everything you have within you.
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It took a long time to finally convince Din to allow you assist him on hunts, well, the less dangerous one's, anyway. For months you'd been Grogu's nanny and had cared for and nurtured him, and even took care of Din when he'd return from hunts with injuries, despite his usual insistence that he didn't need help. But every time you'd fought him on it until he realised you're just as stubborn as he is and it was easier after a few disagreements to just let you help. You loved caring for the little 'family' you'd all created. Even if you were a very unorthodox family, they were your family none the less. So when Grogu Left with Luke Skywalker to learn the ways of the force the separation broke your heart, carving out a Grogu shaped crevice that only your little green son could ever fill again.
You missed him terribly but took solace knowing he's safe, and that you and Din will see him again soon. It was the agonising impact of Grogu's departure that forced you and Din to finally admit your feelings for each other, after months of subtle flirting, gentle touches and lingering glances. You both felt the loss of your son, profoundly and realised how suddenly things can change, for better or for worse and neither of you wanted to waste anymore time secretly yearning for one another. The truth came out the same day Grogu left and you've been a couple ever since. In the early weeks of your relationship Din wouldn't even entertain the idea of you joining him on hunts. The very thought of you in any kind of danger made his chest tighten with anxiety and his palms sweaty.
He'd always felt protective of you when you'd became Grogu's nanny and now that you are his, his Cyare, his protectiveness had increased tenfold. He know's you can handle yourself in tense situations, how you've never shied away from confrontations, that you're a hell of a shot with a blaster and very adept at self defense. You'd explained to Din when you'd first met him, during an altercation on Tatooine involving some sleazebag (whom you'd beaten the shit out of) that your father was a trained guard for the senator Prince Tal Merrik of Kalevala and he'd insisted that you learn how to fight and defend yourself in an unforgiving galaxy. It was after a lengthy discussion that he knew he could trust you with Grogu's safety and offered you employment.
As time went on he saw the bond you two had formed and he knew you'd love and defend his foundling with every fibre of your being and you were well able for it. But the fact that you were now so insistent on helping him catch bounties made his gut twist. He knew you'd felt increasingly restless and useless without Grogu around to care for and being cooped up on the Crest for days on end did nothing to stimulate your mind. As much as Din would have liked to shroud you in bubble wrap and keep you on the ship where it's safe, he know's he can't expect you to just exist there and wait for his return, so with great reluctance he finally gave in as long as the bounties were low threat. And now this is your life, detaining bounty after bounty, working together in perfect tandem, watching each other's backs and revelling in the post hunt high you both got after every successful capture.
You had no idea that seeing you outsmart and overpower the targets would make Din absolutely feral for you. After your first successful capture Din couldn't get you back to the Razor Crest fast enough! As soon as the quarry was frozen and out of the way Din all but slammed you into the cold steel wall of the ship, (while cupping the back of your head for protection. So caring, even in his lust filled haze!) wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing his hardened length along your clothed pussy. "Maker, Meshla. Seeing you handle that man like that,..." Din's voice came out in awe, one hand roving to cup your breast and the other gripping your hip, "I have to have you, right now!!" "Hmm... liked what you saw did you?" you purred as you pulled the cowl down from around his neck and planted wet and slow kisses all over the exposed area of tanned skin. That night the stars Din made you see could have put actual stars to shame as he pulled out orgasm after orgasm from your trembling body. If you'd known this would be his reaction you'd have suggested this teamwork a lot sooner!
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Running through the tightly packed undergrowth seemed to slow the Nikto down a bit, giving you an advantage to gain some crucial ground on him. Ferns and low lying vegetation whipped at you face and shoulders as if nature felt bad for this guy and tried to give him a sporting chance. But the sting barely registers through buzz pulsing through your system. As you get closer the adrenaline and anticipation seems to give you a much needed boost of energy. Through the trees ahead you can see a cliff, meaning the Nikto will have to change course. You watch as he suddenly stops for a few moments, desperately looking around before he turns slightly to the right to run alongside the cliff edge. Those moments were all you needed, along with the adrenaline burst to slink off to the right and disappear into the trees, to come out in front of him and cut him off.
The look of surprise on the Nikto's face brought a smug sense of satisfaction to you, even though you kept a 'professional' expression. "I can bring you in warm... or I can bring you in cold," you cautioned in an authoritative tone while holding your blaster on him. "Hey, that's my line," a calm modulated voice sounded from behind the bounty, causing him to turn around in alarm and raise his hand in surrender. You playfully smirked and shrugged at Din. "I got here first, so I get to say it." A small chuckle escaped Din's modulator at your self satisfied comeback. Din can't help but feel proud of your tenacity and for a moment you can feel that pride emanating from him, like an invisible string connecting and bonding you both. Maybe you should have paid more attention to the Nikto than your lover. Had you done that, you would have seen his gaze snap to your feet and to the liana snaking around your foot and trailing all the way to him.
Before your mind could even register what was happening you were flat on your back, the wind knocked out of you and your ears ringing from the impact of your head hitting the ground. Amidst yelling and shuffling you feel yourself being yanked harshly to you feet by your hair, every follicle screaming for release, as you try desperately to make your attacker unhand you. "Owww!" you shriek while digging your nails into his fingers, feeling the wet sludge of his blood seeping under your fingernails, but his hold only tightens. "Shut the fuck up!" he screams into your ear, loud enough to physically hurt your eardrum. A cold, sharp prick at you neck causes your eyes to snap open in fear as you realise you now have a knife pressed to your carotid. Din stands just feet away, chest heaving, blaster drawn, eager to find it's target.
The instant he saw you fall his blood turned white hot with rage. His chest constricted and he leapt forward without even thinking about it. All that mattered in that moment was protecting you. But he didn't move fast enough. "Drop the blaster or the bitch dies!" the Nikto demanded, pressing the knife slightly harder at your throat, drawing a trickle of blood. Din immediately threw down his blaster, holding his hands out in a show of cooperation. "There's no way out of this," Din growled in a deadly manner as the Nikto looked around him with fear in his eyes. He moved closer to the edge of the cliff, dragging you with him. Din's feet instinctively moved forward as he saw how precariously close you were to the edge. "Stop!" the Nikto shouted, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "Let her go and I won't kill you!" Din warned, his fury now radiating off of him, as if he could physically feel it bursting through his pores. How did the tables turn so quickly?
The look of terror in your eyes almost brought Din to his knees. He can't lose you, he won't! The Nikto seemed to frantically think through his options, the silence and uncertainty that came with it was intolerable. A few moments later he looked Din right in the T of his visor, a sickening smile spread across his face and a dark look in his eyes. "You can't catch us both, Mandalorian." And with that he flung you over the edge. "Noooo!!!" Din roared in sheer panic as he watched you being thrown like a rag doll into the open void below. The sound of your petrified scream will forever be rooted into his brain, torturing him in his subconsciousness. The Nikto sprinted off as Din launched himself over the cliff after you, igniting his jet pack.
The scream that tore from your throat is stolen by the brute force of rushing air, smothering you like an invisible blanket. Your limbs flail uselessly, reaching out and grabbing onto oxygen as if it could stop your downward plummet. You felt the urge to be sick as your stomach flipped and roiled as gravity claimed you, pushing you down faster and faster. Your eyes water furiously, the wind force whipping the tears across your temples and all the while you feel like your heart is going to explode from the insurmountable terror now consuming you. The ground is fast approaching, once small rocks becoming lager and more jagged the closer you get. If the wind wasn't already lashing at your eyes, you would have cried. The images of Din's helmet and Grogu's face flash before your eyes as you squeeze them closed and brace yourself for the bone shattering impact on the rocks below.....
Only the impact came from above, in the form of cold, hard Beskar and strong arms, tightly gripping your torso. In the literal blink of an eye ground began to get further away from you and your breath returned as you felt yourself ascend into the sky, the roar of thrusters replacing the wind howling past your ears. Still to frightened to fully realise what is happening you are twisted around, relief suddenly overwhelming you at the welcomed sight of Din's T-shaped visor. Your arms and legs automatically wind around his back and hips and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, holding on for dear life! It was probably only minutes later (but it felt like an eternity) that Din carefully touched down, back on the cliff side. At first you don't hear Din's voice through your panicked breaths and the blood pulsating deafeningly through your ears. "Cyar'ika!... Cyar'ika, It's over, you're safe. I've got you, I've got you," Din whispered gently, over and over into your ear, one arm holding you against him and his other hand rubbing soothing circles across your shuddering back.
You remain locked onto Din's frame, muscles still frozen and rigid, too afraid to move, too afraid to open your eyes. It was only when Din cupped your cheek and slowly pulled your face away from his shoulder did you open your eyes and look once again at that helmet you've grown to love so much. "That's right, keep looking at me," Din coaxed. "You're okay now, you hear me. It's okay." "Din!!" you sobbed in both fear and relief. You buried your face back into the crook of his neck and wailed, gripping his cloak with shaking hands. Din brought his hand to the back of your head, caressing your hair with slow strokes. He consoled you while you let it all out. "It's okay. I'm so sorry, cyare. I'm so sorry," he mumbled over and over until your trembling ceased and the tears dried up. "Let's get you home," Din insisted as he tightened his grip with both hands around your waist and took off above the treeline.
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You breathed a sigh of relief as you both touched down beside the Razor Crest. It felt good to have your feet on solid ground again. With the adrenaline long gone you feel your body crashing. All you want to do now is rest. Din pressed the button on his vambrace to lower the ramp, wrapped his arm protectively over you shoulders and led you inside. The ramp hissed closed and Din scooped you up bridal style and delicately sat you on a crate. "Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked, worriedly as he slowly ran his hands over your whole body, checking meticulously for any sign of injuries. You gingerly shake your head 'no' while looking down into your lap. Seeing you look so broken brought a lump to Din's throat. He removed his gloves, wanting to feel your skin, but more importantly, wanting you to feel his. He hopes the warmth of his skin can help to sooth you, bring you back to the hear and now. His hands cup both of your cheeks and you quickly grab onto his wrists for comfort.
"Din I..." you shaking voice barely passed your lips, "I thought I was going to die," at that your tears spilled once more. "I was so scared. I thought I'd never see you and Grogu again." Din tipped your wobbling chin up to look at him while rubbing up and down your arm. "Hey..." consoled Din, "you're alive, you're home, you're with me, okay? I won't let anyone hurt you ever again," he promised as he pulled you into his chest-plate in a comforting embrace. "Thank you," you sniffled in a small and doleful voice. Din smiled in relief, knowing that you're here, safe and unharmed, after all it could have ended so differently. "Let's get some rest, Meshla. You need it after today." Once Din had removed all of his armour (except for his helmet) he led you by the hand to your shared cot. Exhaustion now wracks your body as you lay down on the soft mattress. Din turned the light off and slid down beside you, the familiar hiss of his helmet disengaging, filling the tiny room.
His tucks you under his arm and into his broad chest, soft and tender lips finding the crown of your head. You sigh as you feel every muscles relax under his silky kiss and you reach up to smooth a hand over his stubbly jaw. "I love you," you breathed, quietly, never wanting to leave Dins' warm and safe arm's for as long as you live. "I love you too, baby... so much," Din emphasised the last two words, holding you close and secure as you gave into enervation. You sleep deeply, while Din lays awake, furious, imagining all the ways he can make that Nikto pay for what he did. But he's not just angry with him though, he's angry with himself. He shouldn't have let himself get distracted, he should have been faster, he should have expected every eventuality. He won't ever make that mistake again.
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You wake to the sound of the ramp being lowered and an empty bed. Opening the door to the sleeping compartment, you squint at the early morning sunlight flooding into the cargo bay. It takes a moment for your vision to become accustomed to the bright light. Din walks up the ramp with the bounty draped over his shoulder. Once in the cargo hold Din unceremoniously throws him down head first onto the floor. His chest isn't moving and his face is a broken and bloody mess. You look up to meet Din's eyes behind his visor. Din just shrugged, tilting his helmet slightly to the side. "He chose cold the moment he put his hands on you," he said casually. You offer an understanding smile and nod. Of course you understand. You would have done the same thing for Din. You wait in the cockpit while Din freezes the dead body to stop it from smelling. Upon reaching the cockpit Din sits in the pilot seat. "I don't want you coming on any more hunts," he blurts out while turning to face you in the co-pilots' seat. "Din-" you begin to protest but he cuts you off, "You almost died!" his voice cracks and he grabs your hands. "I can't lose you," he cried almost frantically.
You take a deep breath, "Din, I can't just stay hidden away here forever. What else am I supposed to do?" Din doesn't respond so you continue, "We both know the dangers involved with this kind of work. There's always going to be a risk but we've had each other's backs so far. I'm alive because of you, so please don't take this away from me." Din knows you have a valid point and he can't expect you to just sit and wait for him for the rest of your lives, but at the same time he's terrified of losing you. "I'll make a deal with you," he ventured. Your eyebrows shoot up in intrigue. "Go on....," you smile. "We can still work together but I'll cuff the quarries from now on and if at any time I tell you to run, you run, no questions asked." You consider this deal for a moment. You know Din is always concerned for your safety and how against his better judgement he's willing to compromise, so the least you can do is meet him half way.
You hold out your hand and smile, "Deal." Din looks down at your outstretched hand and snaps his visor back up to meet your gaze. "Close your eyes," he says in a low, smooth voice. You grin and do as you're told. You hear a hiss and a clunk before Din pulls you into his body and kisses you passionately, licking into your mouth and drawing a moan from you. You pull away breathless, your eyes still closed. "I like how you seal a deal!," you gasp, chest heaving and cheeks flushed. "I can do more than that to seal the deal," he chuckles darkly, as he scoopes you over his shoulder and carries you effortlessly to the sleeping chamber, while you giggle and squirm in his grasp.
Thanks for reading. There's plenty more Din Djarin to come over the next year. Please check out my master list. Comments and re-blogs are always appreciated.
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dindjarindiaries · 1 month ago
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Why is Star Wars allergic to calling characters’ adopted children their children and not their “friend”
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its-not-a-pen · 2 years ago
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Inspired by: The Father, The Son, and the Unholy Ghost
by @loveoaths Din/Luke Au. There's this really funny moment when Anakin's ghost shows up to threaten Din Djarin and I thought it would be even funnier if Luke also woke up.
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mando-abs · 1 year ago
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It’s missing Din Djarin hours
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galactic-star-bruiser · 2 years ago
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Fear pt. 8
mwahahaha.
canon typical violence, swearing, mention of a needle
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His hand didn’t leave mine until it reached up to caress my face and I unabashedly leaned into it.
“Mesh’la...”
My eyes lit up in recognition, “You’ve said that to me before, what does it mean?”
“Beautiful. You're beautiful”
The blush that spread across my face deepened as I realized just how long he’d been looking at me the same way I looked at him. 
I just smiled. 
The moment shattered as the ship jolted to the side and Din’s hand stiffened, holding me around the waist with one arm as the other held us both up right against the wall.
“What was that?” I whispered, worried. 
“Fuck” he swore under his breath and went to the control panels, “They followed us. The spice ring cronies must’ve been tipped off...dank farrik.”
“Come on out Mando” taunted a voice just outside the door. 
He was nothing if not a fighter, he took a look at me, grabbed his blaster and I watched him walk out.
“Do not go out there...no matter what.” He ordered, but I knew I’d never listen.
 My hand gripped around the trigger of my own weapon in case he needed cover.
My eyes never left his silver frame until a deep, sharp, pain shot through the side of my neck.
“What the fuck” I said, instinctively reaching up to touch it. 
Thats when something grabbed my wrist and a mans hands were over my mouth. 
He held a needle in front of my face. 
“You’ll be out in no time, gorgeous” mocked a vile sounding voice. 
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The men I walked out to face didn’t seem like they had much to say and they seemed weak; big in numbers though. Maybe ten to fifteen.
They definitely sent their best, huh, I said to myself with a chuckle. I’d repeat that back to her.
I warned them to leave, and turned back to face the crest and give her a look of approval, and say that things were okay.
Thats the moment when a man walked out with her lifeless body in his arms.
“Got your little pet, Mando.” He held a blaster to her temple, “do some dirty work for us and we will forgive your little transgression on Tatooine. You can get her back after that... I might just have to use her while I have her though.” 
The rage that coursed its way through my veins in this moment was unlike any other.
I couldn’t hear for the pounding in my ears was vicious and taunting. 
Tears stung my eyes, and my body felt like it was burning from the inside. 
I could burn fucking cities down with what was boiling inside of me. 
The side of me I’d never shown, always repressed, was pushing its way to the surface. 
I could be a monster, cruel and malicious. If she were another civilian I would of course be angry and do anything to save her... but for her...I’d go after these bastards families as revenge for taking her from me.
“Cmon, we’ve got you surrounded, big guy...guess you don’t want her back that bad, huh?” He mocked, taking his blaster off of safety, still pointed directly at her temple. 
She looked like a sleeping angel in the arms of something that just crawled from the depths of of a Sarlacc pit.
I planted my feet and swung the top half of my body, taking out at least three of the men that were enclosing on me. 
They charged messily, but I kept my eyes on her.
I pushed my way through blaster fire trying to chase down the man who was now ducking Into a smaller ship with her. 
I was as cold and stoic as ever, shooting point blank. 
I ran after the ship and cursed at the fact that I didn’t have a jet pack like the other Mandalorians. 
There were only a few men left now and they were retreating to their own ships. 
The utterly asinine crones didn’t even see me following them with the crest. 
They took my girl and they’d pay for their fucking sins.
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I landed a mile or two out from them, stalking them like prey. 
We were back on godforsaken Tatooine and the men scrambled down the back entrance of the bar we were at earlier. It somehow looked worse under moonlight. 
I took a breath before kicking in the door they had just retreated behind and began shooting blindly in rage. 
When all I could see left was her skin and the man who had taken her, I stopped. 
His finger toyed with the blaster at her head once more but she was awake now, eyes scanning wildly around her. 
Her mouth was gagged and she was bound to a chair. Her body slumped awkwardly and was littered with bruises and fresh blood. Her eyes seemed to be the only part of her body that she could move.
“One step closer and it’s lights out for your pet.”
“You don’t want anything with her. You want me. Let her go and I’ll do anything you want.” I said cooly, holstering my blaster and raising my arms. 
Through whatever she was fighting a small sound escaped her and her head shook only millimeters but I could tell it was a ‘no’. 
I didn’t care if she approved and I didn’t care about what happened to me as long as she was safe.
His blaster never left my chest as he undid the knots holding her to the chair, then kicked her body to the floor. 
I gritted my teeth, not wanting to blow this. I couldn’t afford it. 
His blaster moved off of me and now was on her once more.
“Wait...what are you doing?”
“I need insurance, Mandalorian” he laughed, “Did you really think I’d just giver her back without you doing something for me?”
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positivityjediprince · 2 years ago
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Avarage day in the Whitesun-Larses move to Mandalore AU:
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Poor Beru has to constantly deal with hoards of mandolorians who want to court Luke.
But it's not like her and Owen don't also have their share of admirers 👀
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imaginative-joy · 2 years ago
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I drew this back in 2021, so you can imagine my utter delight when that one photo of Cameron Monaghan and Grogu surfaced from Star Wars Celebration in London.
And c’mon… there’s definitely a chance that Cal met Grogu, right? Right?????
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angelispunk222 · 6 months ago
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hi this is my first fic like ever! have fun tell me if it sucks!!!!
joel miller/stripper!reader
“Angel lives a life she didn’t choose, She despised it actually. In a gritty world filled with danger and uncertainty, Y/N, a determined young woman working as a stripper to make ends meet, finds an unwavering protector in Joel Miller. Joel, a rugged man with a gentle heart, dedicates himself to ensuring Y/N’s safety, becoming her anchor amidst the chaos of her life.”
warning joel loves his gf!
𐙚 private dancer 𐙚
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The dingy back room of the strip club was a stark contrast to the bright, garish lights and loud music that filled the main floor. Y/N sat in front of the small, cracked mirror, carefully wiping away her makeup. Her shift had just ended, and exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders.
Working at the “Pink Pony” club as one of the many dancers was something she had loved to do, the makeup, pink lights and the cowgirl persona was everything she thought she needed..until she met Joel.
One night she was dancing on stage, swaying her hips to the melody of “Super freak” maintaining eye contact with the crowd, but only having one interest on a head full of silver hair..
Joel Miller had been waiting outside, his broad frame leaning against the wall as he kept a watchful eye on the entrance. He’d been there every night, ensuring she got to and from work safely. He hated this place, hated seeing her in this environment, but he respected her choice and understood why she did it. She had dreams, aspirations, and this job was a means to an end.
When Y/N finally emerged, Joel straightened up, his gaze softening as it landed on her. “You ready to go, angel?” Stealing a peck on her lips full of love
Pecking back playfully she nodded, a tired smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
Joel walked beside her, his presence a comforting shield against the dangers of the night. As he wraps his arm around her tightly they made their way to his truck, and he opened the door for her, waiting until she was settled before closing it and climbing into the driver’s seat.
The drive was quiet, the hum of the engine and the occasional street noise the only sounds. Joel glanced over at her, his concern evident. “You alright, darling?” Joel puts his hand on her thigh.
She sighed, leaning her head against the window. “Just tired, Joel. It’s been a long night.”
He nodded, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “You know you don’t have to do this. I can help you out.”
“I know,” she replied softly, “but I want to do this on my own terms. It’s just… temporary.”
Joel respected her determination, even if it pained him to see her in such a harsh world. “Just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I promise,” she said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Thank you, Joel. For everything.”
He gave her a small smile, his heart aching with the need to protect her. “Always, angel. Always.”
When they arrived at her small apartment, Joel insisted on walking her to her door. He waited as she unlocked it, his eyes scanning the hallway for any signs of trouble. Once inside, she turned to him, her expression grateful yet weary.
“Can you stay for a bit?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
“Of course,” he replied without hesitation, closing the door behind him.
Y/N headed to the bathroom to wash off the remnants of her night. Joel took the opportunity to make a pot of coffee, his mind wandering to all the ways he wished he could shield her from the world. When she returned, she looked more like the Y/N he knew—fresh-faced and vulnerable.
They sat on the worn-out couch, sipping coffee in comfortable silence. Joel’s arm was draped protectively over the back of the couch, his presence a solid, reassuring weight.
“How was your night?” she asked, breaking the silence.
“Same old,” he replied with a shrug. “Had some work to do, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”
Y/N nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and concern. “You always seem to handle everything, Joel.”
He chuckled softly. “Not everything, darling. Just doin’ my best.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder, finding solace in his steadiness. “Your best is more than enough.”
As the night wore on, Joel helped her prepare for bed, ensuring she had everything she needed. He checked the locks on her doors and windows, his protective instincts kicking into high gear. “You need anything else?” he asked, standing in her bedroom doorway.
“No, I’m good,” she said, slipping under the covers. “Just… stay until I fall asleep?”
“Of course,” he said, pulling up a chair beside her bed.
She closed her eyes, the tension of the day melting away in his presence. Joel watched over her, his heart filled with a fierce determination to keep her safe. The world outside was harsh and unforgiving, but he would make sure she had a sanctuary, a place where she could find peace.
As she drifted off to sleep, Joel stayed vigilant, his gaze never leaving her. He knew he couldn’t protect her from everything, but as long as he was around, he would do everything in his power to shield her from harm. She was his light in a dark world, and he would guard that light with everything he had.
Y/N slept peacefully, the worries of her world fading into the background. And Joel, her steadfast guardian, kept watch, ready to face any threat that dared to come her way.
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realmothchu · 1 year ago
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not enough married dinluke fics to my liking
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that-squishy-robot · 2 years ago
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Imagine Luke being upset when Din goes out undercover out of armor, because he keeps getting hit on.
People are just giving Din all of the information he wants. Din is used to that because people are terrified of him when he’s in armor. So he just thinks people are still scared of him. When really they can see his doe eyes and think he’s hot.
Din is just accidentally flirting his way through their mission. Luke is both jealous that people are looking at Din, and jealous that he is not the one getting the attention.
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