#tagged: dinyssa

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What’s In A Name [ Din Djarin x OC ]

[ Post season 3 / no smut (but allusion to it?) / fluff / established relationship ]

Contents: Din Djarin’s wife finds out that naming conventions on Aq Vetina aren’t the same as Mandalore.

Notes: based almost entirely on the works & verse established between myself & the incredible @joelsgirl . Couldn’t ask for a better writing buddy & friend 💜

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Nyssa has lost count of how long exactly she’s been with him. Long enough that she knows beyond a doubt that he’s her person. That anyone else in the galaxy could want her and she’d be blind to them, because for her, there’s nobody else.

Originally she had meant to be nothing more than a bounty, a quick way to make some credits. A mouthy droid mechanic that he’d picked up on Tatooine but gotten inexplicably attached to.

They could have gone their separate ways, but she had chosen him, just as much as he had chosen her. She would always choose him.

The day he put the beskar choker around her throat - engraved with the symbol of his clan, the Mandalorian equivalent of a wedding ring - she felt like she could finally breathe. Like she could exhale a breath she didn’t know she had been holding, finally secure in knowing that she meant as much to him as he did to her.

She hasn’t taken it off since. While she’s an outsider, unbound by the Creed, the necklace marks her as one of them. Part of his clan. His family.

Him, her, and the kid. She knows Grogu won’t be their only child, knows this like she knows the sound of his boots approaching, knows her own name, knows the sound of their hearts pounding together late at night.

Which is why she currently feels like an absolute bonehead.

It’s been eating away at her for a few days now, since they settled into the house on Nevarro. The way the Armourer named her, named Grogu. Not as Vanyssa and Grogu Djarin, but as Din Vanyssa, Din Grogu.

The absolute shame when she realised that all this time, she’s been his wife, and she hasn’t even been using his name right.

“Why didn’t you tell me I was using your family name?” She peers down at him; he’s sitting on the bench on the porch, had been considering whittling a piece of wood into a flute before she came out to speak to him.

It’s nice to see him without his helmet on, though it’s sitting beside him in case they have unexpected company. By the laws of his religion, only her and his children can see his face.

He turns his head slightly to look at her, expression blank.

“What do you mean?”

“All this time, I’ve been calling you Din, but that’s your family name, right?” Nyssa turns red, ashamed that she didn’t ever realise.

He gives her a half shrug, gets to his feet. He doesn’t want her upset over it, it really isn’t that big of a deal to him.

“Does it matter? Everyone gets it round the wrong way. Mandalorians - born Mandalorians - go first name then last name.”

“But your birth culture doesn’t.” It’s a statement, not a question.

“No. On Aq Vetina, the family name goes first. Even though in every sense of the word I adopted the Mandalorian culture, values and Creed, I kept the naming convention of my home world.”

“I feel like an ass.”

“Why? I never bothered to correct you. Few enough people know my name as it is. What’s it matter if they get the order wrong?”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

He shrugs again. “A name is a name.”

Nyssa crosses her arms.

“I’m your wife. I’m supposed to know these things.” As she says it, though, she’s starting to get the idea that maybe he’s not as bothered by this as she is.

He’s used to living in societies where the naming convention goes first name then last name, not the other way round. That without him bothering to correct her, how would she know?

He looks at her with that same unreadable expression for a moment before the faintest hint of a smirk crosses his face, hands rubbing her shoulders in a comforting gesture.

“Frankly, I don’t care which of my names you use. Half the time, you call me daddy anyway, so…”

Nyssa sputters, cheeks going red. He watches her, amused by her embarrassment.

“Truly, though, love. It doesn’t matter. You know now.”

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her nice and close, leans down to kiss her.

Immediately she loops her arms around his shoulders, one hand settling in his hair as she leans into the kiss.

“You know… about that daddy thing…”

He freezes, stares at her in complete shock.

“Are you-?”

She gives him the smallest, shyest smile that is so unlike her usual confidence that it almost melts him.

“I hope the house is big enough for a clan of four…”

He says nothing, leans down to kiss her again, soft and gentle and loving. Damn, guess the work on the house can’t wait after all.

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I am, surprisingly satisfied with that episode.

I really love that they have a little house. A happy ending.

Easy to lowkey imagine my OC in that house cooking for them while Grogu plays with frogs and Din just lurks on the porch like Such A Dad.

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I forgot to post this but @daddydindjarin did this amazing commission for me of Din & my OC, Nyssa.

🥺 I love them so much aaa