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court-jobi · 2 years ago

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Best Medicine

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader (AFAB | fem pronouns, but fairly neutral)

Words: 7.7k

Rating: Teen/Mature, 18+ (spicy first half) (K'oyacyi, sweet minors)

Warnings: Implied sensual release, grinding, cuddling, love confessions, carbonite sickness, language, memory loss, emotional hurt/comfort, survivor’s guilt, sleep intimacy, talks of consent/taking advantage, FEELINGS, the helmet comes off, Mandalorian marriages, Din deserves everything wonderful, Fluff/Hurt/Comfort roller coaster ride, angst with a happy(ish?) ending~

//set in pre and post- Season Two | The Mandalorian and the Book of Boba Fett (time jump)...// Translations included at end of work//

A/N & credits: Honorable mentions to @writerlyhabits for helping my mind run wild with carbonite sickness headcanons, and for inspiring me to write out this emotional ride of comfort-HURT-comfort for you all. It’s not often I make any form of whump, my Tumblr lovelies, so be kind and apologies in advance for this… It was both a challenge and an adventure to write~ I promised there’s a lovely silver lining in all my works, and I hope this one is enjoyable!

✨May the 4th be with y'all✨

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Summary: These are the soft moments you live for: each caress and light word of banter chisel the dark heaviness of life away, chip by chip. Tonight’s no different– you are swept up into the arms of Mando who’s taken your bait, and loving every minute of it. You’re overdue for a break and some quality time.

The quiet cabin of the Razor Crest gave you the space for cozy confessions, to learn more of his mother tongue, and give in to your tendency to get carried away like teenagers, if just for a spell.

Laughter is the best medicine: from the dead of hyperspace, to whatever bed you've landed on while on the run. Yet will that be the case– as the cruelty of time and circumstance test it?

"Ho-okay, c'mere you."

Relishing in your giggles as you wedged your hand in between his newly exposed ribcage, the Mandalorian let out the catch in his throat and quickly picked you up by your thighs– the perfect way to toss you up on one shoulder. You squealed and couldn't stop laughing even as he groused about your ‘cheeky hands where I can see them’, and walked you over to his quarters.

He swung you back down so that you plopped with a bounce on the recently laundered bunk. It’s tidy – well, was, before you fell onto it– and still smells fresh and windblown from your last stop. Pliant under his shadow, he towered over you with a hand on each side of your head. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t wearing armor; he’s still impressive.

"Do I have to teach you to mind your manners, too?" The rasp came out as annoyed, but you knew better.

He chides the kiddo all the time. 'Quit picking at things', 'don't give her that attitude'; all the magic words have to be instilled in him, as well as just keeping to himself and not being a nuisance. Munchkin has to be taught such things; they're juvenile.

That's not what he means with you. He's talking about the glances, the bounce of your foot taunting him when your legs cross, the playing with your belt which then tugs your neckline… when you line up your scope just right, just as he taught you, and you give him all the credit.

You really don't have to try hard at all to get Mando’s attention– it's the game of keeping a step away that leads into a chase that gets under his skin. Especially when he just knows you're up to it.

You have a few hours to kill until the next leg of your adventure begins. It’s bound to be a restless one when you touchdown planetside, so spoil him, you shall.

You couldn't stop smiling when he caught you.

"C'mon, you can't blame me, space cowboy. You're fun to tease."

Since you were taken down, you brushed your hair back, let your arms hang above your head, toying with him through your eye’s bat.

The visor transfixed on you told you everything you needed to know: you were practically gift-wrapped under him, and he’s obsessed with the view. That was by design.

Your laughter died down to little hums as you watched him glance to the wall, back to you, then again toward the shelf. He finally decided to palm the panel brusquely to shut the door behind him: encasing you both in automatic darkness.

You heard the click of the underside of his helmet. A relaxed, hollowed chuckle transitioned to a bright one to fill the silence.

Jackpot.

Strong arms came slowly down to the bed to hold you, with a warm, -now ungloved- hand brushing more hair back that had framed your face every which way.

The Mandalorian cooed down at you with a saccharine smile you knew had to be there,

"I love hearing you laugh…"

Hearing and touch senses honed in, you reached tentatively to where his shoulder would be, pulling him in and inviting him to lay in his newly claimed spot between your legs. The Mandalorian followed so, gingerly.

You murmured an affirmation as a questioning reply, coupled with a breathy string of chuckles to confirm his desires. Truly your eyes couldn't know the difference between open and closed in total blackness, anyway.

"--and I love listening to you sing," he praised you again. “I can hear you better this way.”

You hummed sweetly,

"Aww, so you do enjoy being serenaded huh? Big, scary bounty hunter brought to his knees by a wannabe wordsmith with a funny accent?"

Eager lips laid their caring touch to your forehead.

“Every time." He pressed little cheek kisses to you, too, explaining his untold, priceless comforts in between, "The minute you put the kid to bed is my favorite part of the day."

He feels your fingers trail up to his hair, nails taking through the crimped mess of curls there. He froze his affections the moment you did that. You ease moans out of him at one, singular touch.

He doesn't care how small he sounds, you think. All he knows is ‘I’m safe.’

"And this, is mine:" you said with a softness reserved for him. All teasing is set aside when you do choose to be serious. You shifted so he can let down more weight onto you in the newly shared room, "Taking care of the one man who puts everything and everyone else before himself. It's quite the honor, for me."

Sighs fall from him so easily. You'd imagine his eyes shut at that.

“It’s you who honors me,” Mando countered.

You wanted these moments to count: taking any chance you could to affirm and provide whatever comfort you can with the little downtime you had.

You know he won't show you, but it doesn't keep you from wondering… when he's so close, you wonder what he looks like under the helm. What kind of hair, how long. What breaks in the skin have cut into him after wearing it for so long, or did he have any prior to swearing on the names of his Ancestors.

What of his eyes alone? There's the usual gemlike hues, earthy tones; or there's always the artificial overlays people use to disguise themselves or the retinal scans– it's just a special effect they use in those holovids you watch on the weekends. Just the kind he mocked when he caught you watching them. 'Silly and pointless and ridiculously scripted.' And yet while he sassed about the waste of time, you often corralled him enough so that he'd at least sit with you while he cleaned off the carbon scoring of his rifles, to watch them passively by your side… he'd caved to your whims if you so much as touched him. That's what got you here.

With him at his most docile, you felt brave enough to ask what has always mystified you,

"What color are your eyes, hon?"

You heard Mando’s head tilt up with its sleepy intake of breath. A flash of worry that you overstepped hit you, feeling his form rise from its concave state under your touch… but he didn't go away. Fingers wound their way to cup the back of your neck instead–

–to prepare to taste yours in just a few moments.

"Purple," he answered.

You snorted at the lie. It's just a little bluff, but you'll entertain it… you both are teetering in the realm of what's permitted within his Creed anyway.

His lips are a breath from yours. You played along; like you'd won the guessing game,

"I knew it."

Your winner’s kiss was the touch of warmth he'd needed all day.

Eh, maybe he'd tell you the truth one day, maybe not– besides, you don't have any brainpower left to wonder when he's kissing you.

One turned into two and more, with the Mandalorian’s hands roaming your features until they reached low enough to switch spots and roll you over onto his chest instead. His palm’s exploration over your shoulder gave you the chance to pull away for a breath, leaving you to process the shivers he's causing and taking the time to relish his touch.

"I really do have to thank you," Mando confessed between deep breaths. Deep, like he was really breathing for the first time today. "I've– never felt so.. safe. Ever -in all my life- than when I'm with you."

You melted, until he said more.

"Feels like I’ve cheated the Fates to even be left standing, much less lie down without needing to keep an eye open. I never-- really thought I.. deserve this."

You wondered why. Your browline tensed with worry, why he would be so self-deprecating even after a career like his… littered with wins and paygrades and beskar trophies?

"Ill-deserving of what?" You asked plainly. "--having someone care about you?"

Your Mandalorian fell quiet, simply running a hand up and down your back with complete tenderness. Where his blunted nails caught your skin on the backstrokes, the pads of his glove-worn hands soothed the loving scratches’ path.

This silent confirmation wouldn’t cut your questions: it’s still a force of habit, Mando using actions to show what he means.

"You give me kindness. Kindness that," Mando spoke of the wonder of this feeling, "I had to convince my heart to accept. Who'd dare refuse a gift from you… But I can't help feeling it's wasted on someone like me."

Someone like him: a hunter? Or a Mandalorian? Folks frowned upon both mantles. You knew the biases, but you treated him fairly, made him feel valid– even before your feelings for him grew into something much sweeter than a working coexistence. Thank the Stars, you were so happy to find your chemistry was a feeling Mando shared after a late night with a too-close call. A feeling he was apparently still getting used to- hence the apparent guilt of what ‘gift’ he'd been given by having someone so generous like you for a partner.

This broke your heart every time. Not just hearing his affirmations and words of appreciation when they catch you off guard– but how he’d thank you for the most basic needs of his own.

"Honey," you leaned down your forehead to his, "You matter. Whether you believe it or not, you're loved and not alone in this galaxy. Your words, feelings, they matter to me. It's not wasted, any of it, baby. I'm honored to be the one who gets to love you on the day-to-day basis, yeah, but... even if I wasn't in the picture, I should hope you’d still seek out getting your needs met. That's all anyone wants, I think."

You caressed his stubbled jaw line with your thumb as it slid and traced down the seams to his chest. Something inspiring bumbled around in your head, so you tried working it out.

"You know as well as I do... these days can blur together so fast when we're moving too fast. We– get in the way of our own thoughts, and that can make our minds a messy place. It’s easy then, we forget how needed our wants are, sometimes.”

The hands caressing you stilled; reverent to every word you said.

“Keep your word, settle your debts, all that’s still true,” you shook your head, “But please don't forget this part, hon... You matter, and that includes the softer things you want. The nice things. What the amazing, kind- hearted man underneath needs."

No person has ever respected him so much. To honor his creed and what it entails, to support what he did, the lifestyle he chose-especially one as taxing as this. He wouldn't call himself a kind man; he was a killer, detached and for the longest time, keen to remain that way.. But if this woman so dear to him said so, maybe he was learning to be gentle after all.

You wished more than ever that you could stare him in the eyes so you'd know he heard you– but you swung for the next best thing: you held your hand right on top of his heart. Its beat was faint under his padded underarmour, but there.

His breath faltered at the touch.

Mando reached his to find the digits caressing him and dancing his along each one: skin to skin. Has no one really ever told him that? A little huff of air escaped him; you felt his head shake from the motion rustling the pillow beneath him.

"Hell, you're sweet," Mando brought your fingers off and laced them to his lips. "You mean that."

"Of course I do. I don't say it to prove I'm being right. I want you to know the truth."

He was quiet again. Only this time, a purposeful finger ran along your side to coax you out. Tickle, more like.

"Ok, sometimes I like being right!!" you rushed out to make him stop.

"I have a running list of wagers a mile long that says otherwise, cyar'ika. You fool no one, let alone me."

Mando amused himself every now and then, a sound you loved like a drug, too. You took control and dove up for another kiss, his deep laugh turning into something stronger, deeper. He always kissed you like he was drowning and you were his source of life and air. As if you'd fly away at any minute.

His hands pulled you tightly to him, demanding closeness with firm, undulating grips on your thigh and on your neck to direct you. Kiss after kiss, you eventually led from your point of leverage to start kissing down his neck as an experiment. He'd gasped at first, but the good kind. The kind that begged, not stalled for less.

“Loving on me,” Mando rasped, “Is that wha’ you– you’re calling nngthis?”

Your boy needed reassurance, something awful, tonight.

You'd normally tease him as you go, gauging his response to touching these new places, but were kind about it tonight. As touch-starved as your Mandalorian is, you didn't want to overwhelm him.

So you merely paused, gave a sweet “Sir, yes, sir~” and carried on after a quick peck on the cheek.

You couldn’t help but let your giddiness escape again when you reached a soft spot on his neck; one that made him say your name in an awestruck cry. Soft on the clips, long on the vowels. God, you love the sound of it, bobbing under your waiting lips as you worship the space. He's warm, stubbled, and just perfect.

"The way you say my name,” you beamed, “I'm starting to think you like me or something, honey."

Mando sighed out, moving a hand to the back of your head to get your attention:

"Din."

You still kissed him, asking him to repeat with a little hum.

"m'... m' name."

The loving haze blew away, and you with it. A zing thrummed to life in your chest. He’s never told you his name– ‘anonymity was his strength’ dictating the secrecy, after all. Despite the dark, you leaned up on an elbow.

Your eyes went wide, looking into nowhere at the wall, breathless at the discovery.

"Your name is Din?"

He was just as breathless beneath you, equally rendered mute as you were. Made sense, it was the first time he'd said the word to anyone in years; the proof lay in how his chest was heaving, "Yes."

"...Din."

He melted at the sound of it on your tongue.

"Din Djarin." he offered up his family name.

"Din Djarin." so you honored the clan, just the same.

He shuddered, "Fuck, yes".

In a surge, Din Djarin -no longer just the man you affectionately called ‘hey you’- pulled you back to his lips. Heated minutes passed with his hands all over you and your delighted, soft laughs breaking your kisses from pure happiness.

You now knew his name. Two words that coded him in a way few knew, and you were one of the select recipients of such intimate knowledge. This would take your bond to new heights tonight, and you could barely stand the euphoria that flooded you.

You'd started shuffling about with your hips instinctively over his once as much as your perch allowed and when they settled as an unintentional roll, Din sighed deeply and with a tighter grip. One hand gathered up your hair in his hand, where he could relish the waves in it and hold you back enough where he could lap at your neck as you'd done to him. Your hips found permission to work their magic and you were met with a carnal side of the Mandalorian you'd anticipated he held back all along. Even though his thick trousers and your leggings separated you two entirely, it was enough to scratch the itch and blind him even more to anything around him in a matter of seconds.

Little phrases passed Din’s lips; sweet nothings you thought, with no idea for their meaning. But with him talking, you didn't care if he was reciting the alphabet, his dinner order, or the damn 'Ode to the Empire’. He was practically praying hotly in your ear, and that was a buzz you'd never try to stop and put a pin in the moment to demand a pocket translator.

"Mesh’la, cyar’ika. Ka'ra jaon'kov, cuy’gar mesh’la. B’d jate... Jatne o'r ner sur'haai…"

One deep roll sent him gripping you tight so he bucked back. The sensation hit you in a special place too; you cried out a bit louder than you anticipated. Before you could even think to be shy about it, Din sucked hard on your neck– and your surprise jumped an octave.

"That's it, sweetheart." Din swallowed, "Kriff, that's a good girl."

He set a pace that you had no control of anymore. You'd be losing control yourself soon enough.

A bit helplessly, you whimpered along with the rolls, listening to his begs,

"Din, I ---nnnguhhh"

"What is it, sweet girl? Rejorhaa'ir ni. Does that feel good, huh?"

"Mhmmm.. it feels good,"

"You sound good. Heavens, you sound amazing. So.. so fucking pretty.." Din sought a sloppy makeout that you happily fell into.

From the warmth buzzing in your face through your body, you shot away breathless in a tiny whine into his cheek; something was going to burst inside.

"Ohmygodohmygod, Mand– Din, I can't..."

He ground up a bit faster, "Ni ganar’e, cyare, I've got you. Let go. Let me hear you, c'mon."

You'd whined again, shaking your head against your better judgment.

Sensing the fight in you, Din fisted the hand on your hair into a deliciously tight hold– his loving, seductive mouth speaking into the soft flesh by your jaw while his hand explored its way down to your thigh.

"C'mon, I know you're close. C'mon." The bass in his voice turned it into a growl easily. He was desperate too. "Be my best girl, like I know you are."

Oh God that tempted you. You'd been grinding faster, yourself. Not unlike hearing the pre-flight tells you catch when the engines cycle power in the cockpit: you're racing the lighting inside you while still trying to be conscious of the moment. Staying centered on him.

On Din. Din Djarin.

And with another suckling, lazy kiss to your neck, you'd cried out. The tremors jolted within you, subsiding into trembling shakes even when you quit thrashing against him.

Din's hand dropped to brace your back after your rush, keeping up his pace while you fought for breath. His voice choked out fast, too, ending his chase in a hard groan and his own hips rutting against you a few times harder than the rest, then fell back altogether. Your highs concluded quickly– with the mellow clang of his head thunking against the bar at the top of his bunk as he fell back.

You didn’t mean to, but you chuckled at his small 'ow', so you cupped your hand up to cradle his head. Massage it, to comfort. Even he, the man who takes vibroblades to the flesh and barely sheds a tear, feels vulnerable enough to give a little whine out to play for sympathy.

Catching your breath has never felt so good.

Soon enough though, you felt both his hands slide to your hips and push up a bit.

You lifted gingerly, "Oh, am I hurting you?"

"I.. I uh,... made a mess." Din sounded so winded.

You ran hot at that admission.

"Oh. Heh, sorry ‘bout that."

"Oh hell, don't you apologize for that," You could hear the smile, albeit the awkward stumbling behind it. "Wait- wait here."

He tipped you on your side and kissed you quick.

"Eyes closed?”

You nuzzled his forehead pressed onto yours, "Already there."

"Atta girl." Din leaned into another kiss.

He left and changed quickly. Gave you enough time for you to collect your hair up and over the pillow from where it got mussed, hugging a pillow to yourself in his place, still giddy at making the Mandalorian lose himself.

Making Din lose himself.

By his dulled footsteps and overhead bar of light painting a Mandalorian-shaped shadow onto the door again, you hid in your pillow dramatically. The rumbles of his voice carried to you as the door closed and he crawled back to you as before; bare to the room once more and laughing at your comical eagerness for him to shed the helmet again.

"Ok–" Din’s welcoming hand pulled your arm down; familiar, to when he'd collected your hands at the start.

"Hey you." You cooed shyly.

"Hey you." He purred back.

You lifted up into another kiss, this one much calmer and softer, having been sated in the most tender way with him.

Settling back, breathless you muttered out a quick 'hey' to bring him back to the present. "Teach me how to say something?"

Obeying your pause, he slowed to a stop. "In Mando'a?” he asked.

"Mhm?"

Interest piqued his tone, “What do you want to say?”

What your heart’s been singing for months every moment he has his back turned. What you’ve meant and said a thousand different ways other than the three standard words. Only this time, you want him to be in on the secret, too. You wanted to be able to tell him this in a way that will only resonate with him:

“..I wanna say 'I love you'.”

Din went rigid. Then straightening up, he brushed your hair back soothingly, falling to a whisper- another secret.

"We would say..ni kar'tayl gar darrasuum."

“Ni cart ah-"

He chuckled, "ni kar'tayl,"

"ni kar'tayl,"

"gar,"

"gar?"

"darrasuum."

"That's it. All together?" Din guided.

You tried for all three, and when it did , it slid perfectly off your tongue so that a happy, wet sound left him. Something about it must have stung his eyes you couldn't see. You pressed a couple small kisses to his lips.

Mando’a was a gorgeous, sonorous language– and quite possibly the trickiest to pick up.

Then your tone turned curious, "Haven't… you been saying that to me? All this time?"

"You remembered." He nuzzled your forehead, but shook his head a little to answer, ‘not quite’ teased in his motion. "Kar'tayl means 'to know', or another way... It means to care deeply, to care for. Mandalorians use it for many things, depending who they speak it to. There is no word for 'love', so... "

"To really know someone is to love them." You finished sweetly.

You hit the nail on the head, and speaking that core tenet earned you a loving sweep of Din’s thumb across your cheek.

It’s inevitable; your chest was going to burst.

"That's beautiful, Din." You blissfully sighed. He snuck both arms around you, pulling you forward. “Din Djarin.”

"It means so much," he whispered, "--coming from you..."

In that moment, you hoped his heart could rest…

FIVE MONTHS LATER

Din lays at your back, having nestled up subconsciously overnight.

His arm -the perfectly still, bracing one he relies on when he scouts- found its place so easily spooned beneath yours. Proof you are part of a matching set: intwined in love and bond and safety, even in sleep– at least to him, who you knew once felt he didn’t deserve such sweetness and warmth.

This would have been nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of character for Din to do with you in bed. He cuddled you nightly, religiously, from that first evening onward, sharing your bed and souls alike since you spoke your first word of love to him. Normally, you’d welcome it, you always welcome him.

But– not now. Now, it set you on edge. Since his last shift of the blankets when he rolled over, you haven’t been able to fall back asleep. In uneasiness, you lie awake and aware of how a once tender act was wrong. Your conscience nags at your gut: no, no, no.

Not like this.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

Stop him.

Tell him to move.

Move him.

You willed yourself awake when Din curled in; you really shouldn’t allow this. But for the sake of his rest as all the docs all say he needs, you let him seek his peace however makes him the most comfortable, content enough to watch the ongoing lanes of traffic of early and late commuters of the Ring out your window’s slats.

Sleep wasn’t easy for you now anyway– not with this every present knot in your throat. It’s set to burst when your mind wanders too far towards what got you here…

There were two callsigns you memorized since meeting Din– not as a request or favor, but a demand. One of course, was his, and the other belonged to one of the last Mandalorians standing from his former covert as a last resort. One that he quizzed you on over and over about answering, ‘should anything ever happen to me’.

One day, that callsign just pinged you– and sent a good bit of ice into your stomach when you greet a wide-cut blue helm filling your holo.

“Master Vizsla.”

“Lady Djarin,” Paz greeted with a warm-enough familiarity.

Something in the way he chose how he delivered his words around you told you that he’s perhaps making an effort to appear personable over a holomessage, whereas he may put on fewer airs face-to-face.

You were honest,

“I feel like there’s few reasons someone like you would call me, and none of those reasons strike me well…”

“ I’ve only said two words, little bird. Your intuition is a curious one,” his helmet shook a little, “-though, not misplaced...”

You leveled your face, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“I have news. I recovered your riduur. He is alive, though not in the same state as when he left you.”

Now that is a curious response.

You outsourced yourself for a job and have taken a good, six-week-long hiatus from your shared space rented on the Glavis Ringworld pursuing your own contracts. Although confident in this share of responsibility, it’s been harder being away from each other than either of you anticipated. You spoke on comms for each other’s voices about every other rotation in your separation, though never nearly as far from each other’s mind. But this was your marriage, one you honored in every way- together or apart.

And anything to bring in some extra credits, and… take your mind off the kiddo’s absence… has been a welcome distraction.

Only now, with Paz’s news, you’re both relieved and far more anxious to learn just why Din hasn’t answered your hails from an unusual, weeklong stretch of radio silence…

“Sorry, not the same– state?” you asked, “what do you mean? What about his state…”

Before your headspace had the chance to spin– running wild with concern over his body, what he could have suffered, could have fought, could have breathed, ingested, poisoned–

“...state of mind, I fear.” was Paz’s cool answer. “He has lost his Path, and you need to help him guide it back where it belongs.”

This, as it would turn out, was not so easy a malady to heal.

You met Paz at his transmitted coordinates to collect your husband and work through what was to become the biggest challenge this -or any relationship in your life- has ever faced:

Fekking carbonite sickness. Or whatever corrupted version of it Din Djarin had quite literally trapped himself into.

While on his own mission, Paz recovered a poorly thrown together carbonite freezer that a petty gang abandoned, with a select few targets within. One of which entombed none other than his own kih’vod. The reason why he described it as ‘a botched job’ was that the alchemical readouts of said carbonite chamber pointed to a tainted solution: not pure in ingredients that typically secure a clean, minimally-invasive freezing process. When you start cutting corners to save costs, you compromise the effectiveness of the flashfreeze. Some sentients did not survive this treatment; though it was a blessing Din clearly did– though not before taking a unique toll.

Typically, carbonite would blitz your vision, your extremities; make you feel like a ten-ton transport has dragged you across the Dune Sea then set you spinning through a wash cycle, expecting you to walk a few miles blindfolded as a cool down without a single misstep.

It makes you drowsy– not lose your short-term memory.

When Din awoke, the questions posed to him concerning what events led him to his present predicament went unanswered. Not from a place of obstinance, but complete confusion. He’s unsatisfied with himself, the frailty he feels. Being stripped of the mind stung equally as bad as if it had his body– which conveniently, was also hurting.

He got angry, Paz said– furious as to what could have altered his head and made him feel so out-of-body. There were decent chunks of recent days, weeks he claimed he could not recall. That list grew as he couldn’t even say what his last paygrade was, what he’d done with the Guild for the last year, what had become of the covert on Nevarro. When he glanced at a darkly mirrored reflection of himself, he didn’t know how he procured the newer portions of his chromed armor.

The bad news continued to careen out of control. He didn’t recognize the mudhorn etched on his shoulder; had to ask the Armorer why that creature was added. To her immovable surprise, she sobered at how serious this truly was. He didn’t know his Clan? Of its addition?

He didn’t..--he didn’t know the name Grogu. Never even heard of such a species.

When shown a holopic of the kid, he simply looked at you and asked if something like that could speak- could maybe answer to what happened to him. That nearly broke you on the spot if the Armorer hadn’t ushered a still-throbbing Din to sit and receive a medical consult and diverted your attention. The whole scene was a heartbreaking one, though Vizsla spared you most of the big questions you wanted to ask by ripping off the emotional bandaids himself.

It was by Paz’s explanation that Din had been told that you were his wife, his riduur. For some strange reason, he accepted that quickly. Explained straight away why you stuck around. But in the hours and days that followed, your partner was far from the cozy and nurturing man you’ve known for so long. Even if he tolerated you, he still appeared to consider you a stranger. You knew why, and therefore didn’t blame him one bit. He was hard enough on himself for his failings on a good day. Getting himself into such a vulnerable situation and having to nurse this blasted headache everyday that barely seemed to let up would naturally only make that self-image worse. His steps fall heavier, carrying weight unseen.

It was clear a depression was setting in as the hard first days melted into a week. Into two. The man you loved walked through your shared home as a cold, distant shell of himself, filled to the brim with unspoken anger, confusion, guilt, and lost pain.

While in your company every day, you led most of the talking- just about practical things. Suggestions when he lost his train of thought, simple choices, graciously avoiding the oliphant in the room by keeping topics in the moment with your usual, helpful nature. It’s your default and, so, hard to break; but for the most part, Din Djarin accepted that too with nods and hums of agreement. He poured himself into some easy reconnaissance missions and errands to try and pull himself out of the dark, but he offered very little depth of dialogue with you, claiming he’s focusing on meditation. Centering himself.

But you knew better. Centering, introspection– that takes a different form with Din when he’s in a bad headspace. He’s hating himself, punishing: for being a disappointment, to be your problem.

Though… oddly enough… your nighttime routine had not really changed. That’s the most bittersweet feeling of all of this.

When it came that first night to talk about your living arrangement, he insisted that nothing change: for you to keep your bed, and he would busy himself elsewhere. But as you both just talked things through about what your next steps should be, sitting side by side against the headboard watching the nightlife stream in through the porthole of your room, your drowsiness took root, and he somehow fell asleep right beside you– as though nothing had changed.

In the silence of morning, he didn’t speak on it; you carried about your days as before, getting by. But sure enough, when you’d catch up at the end of the day, the same sinking feeling around you would hit at the same hour, you’d lie down, wake with him having never left his side of the bed, and the cycle would repeat.

A poignant, if painful, reminder of what connection still stood between you– and what little comfort the universe was offering you in the midst of a horrible situation through your Mandalorian’s touch.

Still, you know it’s not the same. It’s instinctual, not intentional. You don’t cry anymore about it. You’re all sniffled out, though your throat hasn’t gotten the memo. It seizes every time he calls you by name instead of Cyar'ika.

So here, he sleeps behind you: seemingly none the wiser about the more amorous nights that bombarded your god-awful, precious memories. These dreams, they keep you awake at all hours of the early morning when even Din’s subconscious cries out to hold you. To allow him to sleep by your side when surely his entire world felt numb and unfamiliar? It was his blessing, and your nightly curse.

A noise, finally. A little catch, high behind your neck- a barely-there attempt to wake up. In trying, he squeezes you in, then settles with a soothed groan. Din’s nuzzling between your shoulders. The scent of your conditioner must be the only thing keeping him in such a drowsy state. On the edge of sleep, he’s still able to make you melt with his rarely-seen gentle nature.

And despite the circumstances, you laugh at this, softly.

"What are you doing?" you ask of yourself more than him: but he answers…

"Mmmm... y'r warm.."

Now that’s your Din. That’s your Darling talking.

It’s him… and not.

"Djar…” you sighed with a catch in your chest, “Honey, wake up."

You’d shown him where he stowed his helmet on the shelf while you slept and that you’d never get up before him, so he didn’t feel exposed. It was torture though– you always woke up before him now and were subject to his snuggly nature: sans the intimacy you once shared by turning into each other. That wouldn’t be fair now, wouldn’t be right, even if it was what you craved the most about mornings with him. For now, you’d face away, until he was ready.

Din stirred again. His limbs gave a quivering squeeze to wakefulness. You knew it the moment he must have opened his eyes, because his breaths seized. He’s aware, then... even more aware.

"Oh,” he broke through his morning voice with a rush, “I'm so sorry-- I was just-"

"It's ok, just relax,” you threw confidence into your voice, “How’s the head?"

“It um.. It’s ok. Kind of achey.”

“C'mon. Lay down and rest.” You’re selfish and can’t help settling in, "It's not like we have to get up yet. Paz still has the speeder, so we can stick to this side of town until he brings it back."

You held onto his wrist carefully, returning it to its lax spot between your breasts, just where it fits. You just want him lucid; even if he doesn’t hold you as tight as he used to.

After the Grogu holo incident, you couldn’t bear to ask him more about what he does or doesn’t recognize. You couldn’t bear to ask him if he remembered you, and you wouldn’t, even now. How could he, after all? If he didn’t even know the face of his own son, what chance did you have? You’d met him months after taking on his charge. Based on the gap of time Din struggled to remember, you certainly fell within that ocean of nothingness. No, you didn’t bother to ask him things of that nature. You simply accepted his companionship and moved along.

At your word, Din nests back in, presumably to get a few more minutes of sleep. But then, he breathes in, and you sense it’s not purely therapeutic, the way he’s settled into you. He’s scooted closer, and not to readjust his posture. He’s moved your hair, and not to get it out of his face for his comfort–

He starts– kriff, he’s kissing you. Kissing you like he means it. Little pecks. Your neck, your shoulder, and– you stop him.

"D- babe,- you don't have to,” the warning lights fire off in your brain, holding his wrist firmly now.

Din mumbles more between presses, "I want to.”

"Mando, you-"

"Call me Djarin again."

The way he hushes you, so fekking softly, it sounds like him… dank ferrick. .

Stars, it’s weird. This whole thing is weird. When was this supposed to let up, a vague ‘week or two, come back for a new assessment and we will review the prognosis’? You try to hope he’s feeling more like himself after a good night’s rest, but you can’t really explain this behavior.

Your restraint now is a testament, a promise to protect him as he’s always protected you:

" You’re–” you shoot yourself in the foot and craft the words as they break your heart. “You're not yourself. I can't ignore that. I know it, even if you don't."

You’ll curse this blasted phase in the future, when everything settles and eventually goes back to normal. But this is the one time you’d ever call such tender treatment truly insufferable. He pauses in his affections,

"--No," Din then counters, gentle and curious, "I… I remember this part..."

Remember what? You’ve shown him video still after still when he asks, letting him lead his own recovery journey as he wills. You obviously do your best, but it hurts you– and you’re not so sure he doesn’t notice judging by the sweet ways he apologizes for troubling you.

You’re sure he’s being kind. "Do you, now."

Facing the wall with empty focus, you kept your sights down, ignoring how he braced himself on one arm and attempted to turn you onto your back. You followed the give of his hand’s press on you, but not much. And of course, you still didn’t look at him. Can’t stomach him revealing himself to you when you assume he’s doing it out of duty; what’s expected of him as an unwilling, ‘newfound’ spouse.

But when he spoke again, the barest of touches skidded along your collarbones, up the neck…

"You were born with these,” Din shares with a reverence. “Here. Little Ones, from the sun. But this: this was an accident. When you were small; your skin was too new."

Your eyes honed on a red traffic light outside– the sight of it mimicked your alarm. He’s brushing a scarline– yes, from a childhood incident you told him about… months ago…

"You really can't see it unless your face turns red. Pretty sure I’ve seen that,” Din trails off, sets to brushing your cheek, “Turns white, against the curve. You get embarrassed, but I remember telling you to quit–”

"--to not worry about it." you finished as a whisper. “Din.”

��Makes you who you are. Pretty as a picture, meshla. Think of it as a brushstroke, when the Maker was putting on the finishing touches of you.’

He knows. He does know you. He hasn’t forgotten?

Your eyes stung when you tried to blink the memory away. This makes no sense…

"I’m sorry- you remember that…” you shake in awe, “But– not?…"

Grogu?

"I know." His brow furrowed, "or.. rather, I don't."

His hand set atop your bicep– something grounding.

“I want to," he begs of you, "Truly, I want to say I feel like I’m nearly there. If only to convince you to look at me.”

You laid flat the rest of the way. Mostly so you could better hear him and not make him think you’re hiding, but also, you could now reach him more comfortably.

Bittersweet tenderness braided you two together-- here in an unbelievable turn of events.

You lifted your eyes to him at last. Din whispers again,

“Angel Eyes…”

The endearment makes you nearly sob. Dammit, he does remember. Relief, grief, it’s all muddy.

"I don't remember my foundling’s name.” you’re crushed at how mournful he sounds, “-which is a sin in its own right…" But he speaks with life-rendering conviction, "But I know I told you mine. I know where we stood, which light panel on the Crest I turned off, how you- h-how you kissed me back that day.”

Your foreheads touch, the invisible string pulls you to do it. The lids of your eyes shut on contact with the ebb of a hurricane behind your eyes.

“Please use it-" Din asks of you, "-until I can remember all of the rest. Until I can remember every time I have ever told you ‘I loved you’-- and revive it, tenfold."

The tsunami's pressure strikes you down. You bury your sob down your windpipe and lunge for him– to kiss sense into him if it's the last thing you do.

And kiss, you do: for the release, for answers, for solace in an unfair time. For whatever reason, your riduur finds the same comfort, though he is desperate at the other end of the spectrum. You, in knowing a shred of him still exists and rejoicing in that; in him, grasping onto that one fact like it’s the only thing he has.

His entire energy is sad beyond belief, but he looks at you like you're his lifeline when you part. Din wets his lips- masking a tremble by how he bites it.

"This is the only thing that feels normal. Feels right. I don't understand it…"

The shadow of his humility shines, even as he wallows in his present struggle.

"You'll get there,” you swore through tears- not all of them sad anymore. “If this is any proof, you'll get there. Won’t last forever."

You share another kiss for healing. By how his brows seem to even out, you wonder if it’s actually helping to ease the pain after all. It’s firm, longing. It’s all you have to give him.

Din looks you over as he’s in close proximity- refamiliarizing himself with every high point in your face, every contour, and gives a genuine smile.

“Pretty sure…” he worked through the whirl of ideas behind that dreamy gaze, “... had a dream about that kid. Kept taking that– did he try to take the gear shift off the Crest? Y’know, the ball end? Think it was a toy?”

And finally: you laughed for the first time in weeks.

“Yes, he did! It’s the one thing that survived the crash!” you burst into happy tears. “Oh my God, I can’t believe it~ see? You’re–”

"You haven't laughed. Not in days," Din interrupts– "I like it when you laugh."

You hear it once more, plain as day:

I love hearing you laugh.

–like it was yesterday…

"I know you do." you calm yourself. "Maybe one of these days, you'll remember how you bring it out of me."

He considers you, and a funny little aire of critique passes across his face.

“Something tells me that’s not hard to do. I’ll try my best,” he scrunches his perfect nose, “M’not a comedian though, fair warning. ”

“That’s ok. It’s your delivery that’s the funniest part. Munchkin thinks so,” you reminded with hope. You worded it like a question, hoping Din would visualize the instance easier if you made it sound casual.

“Seems to favor testing me, more like– what you've told me so far.” Din trails off on his own. His brow twitches, showing his head may be pulsing, but he’s fighting through it. “Better be one to mind his manners the next time we see him. Wonder if the Jedi teach that, too.”

Understanding just how many times he'd looked your way expressionless under the guise of armor, he'd learned the benefits of using words when you came into his life and makeshift home. It was a change of perspective that was all too necessary; that he could truly speak his mind and that you would listen anytime- day or night. The way he communicated was truly poetic once he felt comfortable to release the matters of his heart through his mouth.

So now, even when his mind has split and you were left to patiently wait out for his memories to return in full force, you'd simply hold his hand and keep the anchor set so his heartstrings could untangle themselves.

You smile despite the gap in understanding the gravity of what he'd just spoken- that Grogu was with a Jedi without hope of any visitation date that you knew of. It's still so hard without him– another pain you feel that you're shouldering alone…

“Have I said that before?" Din's flare of insecurity flared like the ebb of his headache. "I'm not making things easier by opening my damn mouth, am I…”

You sift the thoughts away, out from the forefront, "No…" you say, to ease his worry.

You're reminded of how much he is still the same Din. The power of his gentle words and the potency of laughter: the best medicine he could take. With knowing tears lining your eyes, you answered with a massage to his temple,

“It just means more, coming from you."

Translations:

Mesh’la, cyar’ika = Beautiful, sweetheart. Ka'ra jaon'kov, cuy’gar mesh’la = Stars above, you're beautiful. B’d jate = So (good) Jatne o'r ner sur'haai = Perfect (good, superlative) in my eyes. Rejorhaa'ir ni = Tell me Ni ganar’e, cyare = I have you, my sweetheart

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #may the fourth be with you #i wrote something sad for once #but i promise i landed the plane #angst with a happy ending #din djarin smut #din djarin fluff

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titikawai · 2 years ago

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My DinBo headcanons for the rest of the series

•Din is impressed by her fighting and how much of a good leader she is

•He loves her hair

•One day he burges in on a cute talk between Grogu and Bo and can’t help but appreciate how motherly she is to him

•he sees her training Grogu / the foundlings

•Din reacts to her beskar pauldron

•they train together / she teaches him how to wield the darksaber

•Bo saying sth flirty mid fight to catch him off guard and win

•she teaches him how to make Pog soup

•they eat together while sitting back to back not to see each other’s face (I stole this one from: @pieshot56)

•stargazing at night while they have a deep convo

•« I never know if you’re staring at me or just zoned out »

•talk about family or in their case the lack there off and their wish to create their own (foundlings or true Mando community)

•him placing a hand on hero’s when she mentions Satine

•Bo confessing what she did while in Death Watch and Din taking a burden off her shoulder because she was « just an influential kid who wanted to do good »

•she rests her head on his shoulder and Din has a silent mental breakdown

•he also tells her about how he didn’t like just being a bounty hunter and wished he « was good at something else than violence » before he met Grogu and everything changed

•she reacts to his words and remembers she did say something similar once and how when she met him and grogu she did feel a switch (but doesn’t tell him)

•she tells him about the mythosaur and how she thought she had gone mad and « you’re gonna think I’m crazy » and he answer : « there is nothing that you will ever say to me that will make you sound crazy » (quoting Stiles Stilinski ik)

•him saying he will help her tame it and bring it back

•both saying they trust each other

•Korkie survived and is allowed as a guest on the moon

•He meets Din : « Auntie, your new boyfriend is so badass »

• Bo : « he’s not my … » Din: « we’re not… »

•Korkie’s knowing look

•They finally go back to Mandalore and she gives him a tout of the ruins and tells him her childhood memories

•They tame the mythosaur together but Bo is the one actually giving him the last hit to make it pass out

•Bo trying to hide her injuries from Din but ends up fainting in front of him

•he saves her for once and catches her before she hits the floor

•she wakes up and he’s taking care off her, lying her down : « Let me take care of you for once, please just let me »

•washing off the blood from her body and noticing a broken rib

•Bandages her saying « I should have been more careful, I didn’t want you to get hurt »

• noticing an old scar and staring at it till Bo eventually tells him the story behind it

•Din stays up all night by the fire to make sure she is safe

•they go back to mandalore: her on the mythosaure and him with the light saber in hand. All the children of the watch and Korkie kneel in front of them

•One night around the fire, Din confessed how he was scared she would die and how much he cares about her

•Din: « I know we have our differences and you might still want to kill me after I took the darksaber from you but… I like you… you really don’t have to like me back but … »

•Bo slowly but surely goes for a Keldabe kiss. They stand helmet to helmet while also holding each other’s hands

•Grogu is not far… smiling cause his mom and dad are finally a sailing ship

•Same with the armourer who the next day suggests a mandalorian political wedding to unite all clans

•Bo wants to think about it alone and leaves for Mandalore again and finds herself in the mines all over again. She’s scared of her feelings

•Din is scared he did something wrong and texts her asking if everything is alright but she doesn’t answer for days

• she eventually does, sharing her location

•he rushes there and finds her by the water in which he bathed back in episode 2

•she tells him about her feelings and how scary all of this is to her

•Din confesses he feels the same way but doesn’t want to lose her because he is too afraid

• they are alone in the mines, he takes off his helmet

•she’s like « Why are you doing this? You don’t have to! »

•and he answers : « I want you to see the truth in my eyes when I say I will never leave your side »

•she tears up and eventually takes off her helmet and tell him the same applies to her

•they both smile, he washes off her tears and they slowly kiss

•Then R-rated scene involving scar and forehead kissing, hair caressing…

•They eventually come back to the children of the watch and accept the « political marriage » that actually isn’t one

•they have the cutest intimate wedding (kind of like Anakin and Padmé in Episode II)

Season 4 :

•They both start rebuilding Mandalore

•Mandalorian from every clan meet and do feasts together, a real sense of community emerges

•Paz Vizla and Din become BFF and the same thing happens with Grogu and Ragnar

•Bo and Sabine reunite

•Ahsoka and Luke often visit Mandalore to see Bo, Din and Grogu

•Din and Bo still parent Grogu

•Din is the sword of Mandalore and Bo does the ruling and the administrative work = Dream team work

•maybe they find a new foundling they name Satine

•post wedding : DinBo isn’t scared to take off their helmets when they are just the two of them. Often, when Din goes and look for injuries on his wife’s face, he’d notice how pretty her eyes are, causing him to blush

#dinbo #din x bo #din djarin #bo katan kryze #mandalorian #the mandalorian

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fandomstars · 2 years ago

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I know I sent a request not too long ago, so if you don’t want to answer that’s fine, but if not, could I request headcanons with the bad batch with a mandalorian reader who can’t take off their helmet? It can be platonic or romantic, whichever you’d like.

Sure! And thanks another request!

Mandalorion Reader x Bad Batch

(Hunter: Female Reader

Echo: Male Reader

Crosshair: Female Reader

Wrecker: Male Reader

Tech: Female Reader)

Hope it’s okay!

Hunter:

He always wants to be prepared for anything in battle, and the same is in life.

He could feel her unease whenever someone asks to take off her helmet. He asks Tech, and after getting some information, will glare at anyone if they try to ask again.

Not that she won’t ever take off her helmet. And he’s honored when he’s the first to see such a sight. Not that he hadn’t fallen in love before, but if anything he just gets more and more with such trust.

——-

Echo:

He knows practically everything knowledge wise. Especially Mandalorion.

Is in awe when he sees him without his helmet. Almost trips and does a double take.

Loves to do the forehead to forehead whenever.

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Crosshair:

Didn’t really care at first. After all, he confessed and the two of you were good together.

It wasn’t till he nearly lost her that he feared not knowing her face if it happened again.

First look, he’s basically a love sick puppy, not that he’ll have his brothers hear.

——-

Wrecker:

Was confused at first, thought he had bad breath.

Later learns from Tech, and begins to intimidate anyone who tries to force him to take off his helmet.

Loves to give him helmet kisses.

——-

Tech:

Knew from the start of Mandalorion culture.

She happens to love this, and can’t help but fall more in love the more he asks for more stories of her culture and childhood.

Will do forehead kisses, sometimes without realizing, to the amusement of his brothers.

——

( Sorry it’s short, didn’t really know what to do with this one. Hope it’s okay.)

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newpathwrites · 1 year ago

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Din Djarin never did mince words, did he? The honesty in his confession took her breath away for a moment. Stars , this was really happening, wasn’t it?

The realization sobered her up quickly, and she matched his serious tone, turning her body to face him more squarely and setting the wine bottle on the floor. Her gloved hand rested on his knee. “The feeling is mutual, Din.”

He inhaled sharply in both relief and surprise, having been certain she couldn’t possibly return the sentiment.

Summary: Din and Bo share a drink after his fateful rescue.

Note: I originally posted this before the season 3 finale. This is set following S3E7 and is a prediction (or wishful thinking) for what might have happened between them when all was said and done. I basically compiled all of my favorite predictions so many wonderful fans had formulated and put it down on paper with a few of my own mixed in.

This is now totally irrelevant and canon-divergent, but I have considered continuing their story. Also, I really laid the fluff on thick in keeping with my demisexual/demiromantic Din headcanon.

Warnings: Mildly implied sexual references.

Read on AO3

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Bo-Katan hadn’t really known what to expect when Din Djarin showed up at her quarters that evening, wine bottle in hand, and asked if he might join her in the bunk.

And when he shut the door firmly behind him, engaging the lock as he did so, and shared that Grogu would be with Koska for the night, she similarly hadn’t expected the flare of nerves that lit up her body in an instant - a heady mixture that was as exhilarating as it was confusing.

Bo-Katan had long recognized that she harbored a rather large bit of affection for this man, but other, less familiar emotions were suddenly bubbling to the surface of her consciousness unbidden - ones that she’d long ago discarded in favor of serving her people without distraction. And how uncharacteristic of him to suggest casual companionship within the intimate confines of her personal space. This was feeling like a serious moment. Dank farrik �� she might be in over her head… but she’d gladly drown in it to spend an evening alone with the one with whom her fate had been entwined.

It had become clear as she and Din had fought off Moff Gideon and his guards, passing the dark saber seamlessly and expertly between them, suddenly lighter than air in their grasps, that their souls were inextricably bound together by the force. It was them - not her and not him, but both together - who were meant to rebuild Mandalore. The prophecies, despite all of Bo-Katan’s disbelief, were true …

What did it mean for them? She didn’t exactly know. But something had been building all this time, as they worked together toward this common goal, two complimentary sides of the same coin, and it felt an awful lot like love.

She felt it, and she knew that he did, too. The subtext of his declaration of devotion before breaching Mandalore was not lost on her. It was both an oath of fealty... and a confession…

And now they sat together in the aftermath of the battle they’d waged together on her small mattress, armored limbs unceremoniously clanging against the walls of the bunk as Din settled himself next to her, helmet now discarded and the bottle of Coruscanti wine from Karga sitting between them.

She couldn’t stop looking at him. It felt simultaneously like looking at a stranger and yet also as if she’d known this face her entire life. Had she seen him in her dreams?

The helmet was already off when she’d found Moff Gideon’s lair, removed forcibly as a means to humiliate a man who’d dedicated his entire life to his creed. But she’d immediately recognized the determination in those brown eyes. Din had come to understand the truth. He was a Mandalorian through and through - the creed would not be the end for him.

She’d put a fisted hand to her heart, just as he’d done in her honor a few days prior, and he’d subtly nodded in recognition. Trust me. It pained her to do it, but when she’d then revealed herself to Moff Gideon, she’d spat vitriol at Din, as well. She asserted that she cared not for this zealot’s welfare, that he was a traitor to her cause like the rest of his dilapidated tribe, that she’d only used him to exact revenge on Gideon himself.

The ruse worked - at least long enough to distract Gideon for a moment as he reassessed his options in light of this unexpected turn. And in those moments, she’d ignited the saber and skillfully cut through Din’s bindings before lunging toward the Moff himself.

What they did then was nothing short of magic. There was no thought or intention. The saber was guiding them. They functioned as a single unit, gracefully and effortlessly destroying their opponents until they were the only two left standing. In a fitting conclusion, Bo-Katan had retrieved Din’s helmet and placed it herself back on his head, assuring him that his Manda’lor found no fault in its removal.

And that’s why it surprised her when he took it off again in her presence these few days later - obviously the reason he’d wanted to do this in the locked bunk. Maybe the rules had changed now that they knew more clearly what they were meant to be to each other.

Conversation was a bit stilted, though, compared to their usual, comfortable banter. Din wasn’t used to conversing truly face to face. Where to look? How to school his facial expressions? And what in the galaxy to say to the woman who was essentially his soulmate? He was not skilled in these things.

But Bo was merciful.

“We have a lot to discuss, hmmm?” She raised her eyebrows and grinned, hoping to diffuse a bit of the nervous tension that had overtaken the small space.

He finally met her eyes, a small, bashful grin forming on his handsome face. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

They gazed at each other just a little too long then, both caught admiring the others’ features in this new light. Din broke first, uncomfortable with the prolonged eye contact, but he still had that boyish grin on his face.

“You know, in the old times, gifting a weapon in public declared the intention to court the other party…” Her bright smile and waggling eyebrows betrayed her humorous intentions, trying desperately to make Din feel more comfortable, though she did hope to spur a real conversation about what was brewing between them. “Some have been saying… you know… ” She shrugged noncommittally. This was meant to be mostly in jest, anyway.

He cleared his throat a bit nervously before replying, “I’m aware…” His expression had now turned very serious.

She continued on despite herself. “And others might say that swearing your devotion ‘til death is tantamount to a love confession…” Okay, that was a bit strong… Maybe she needed to lay off the wine…

He looked down at his cup, aimlessly swirling the liquor. “Yes, they might say that…” His voice sounded rougher as he finally looked up at her again, continuing more forcefully, “And they’d be right…”

Din Djarin never did mince words, did he? The honesty in his confession took her breath away for a moment. Stars , this was really happening, wasn’t it?

He inhaled sharply in both relief and surprise, having been certain she couldn’t possibly return the sentiment.

But then the fear set in…

He wasn’t good at this… feelings… and romance… and physical affection… He didn’t imagine that she was very good at it, either - though certainly better than him… He’d never had a relationship - only casual trysts, and even those were long ago.

Before he had time to really think all of that through, she was removing her gloves and taking his hands in hers. “Can I take these off?”

He could only nod, throat dry. Skin on skin contact of any kind was a rare thing in his life, but how he’d yearned to touch her.

She took her time, recognizing that even just this mildly intimate step might be a shock to his system. And once the gloves were off, she lifted his hands and slid her palms slowly over his, allowing their fingers to lazily clasp together.

Din was mesmerized. He never imagined that he would have the opportunity to be like this with someone… or for it to feel so natural and comforting.

But the way she was looking at him right now… with desire… Kriff , he wasn’t quite ready for all of that… not when bare hands were almost too much for him.

“Bo…” he started, more breathily than intended. “I’ve never really…”

Her eyes went wide, and she cut him off. “ Never ?” Voice dropping to a whisper, she questioned, “Is it not allowed?”

He couldn’t hold back a nervous chuckle. “No… not that… but it’s been a very long time…” He took a deep breath to compose himself. “I’ve just never had… this… I have no idea what I’m doing… And the helmet… and just… there’s so many things…”

“That’s alright,” she reassured him, squeezing his hands. “We can take it slow…”

“I want to kiss you.” The words rushed out before he could stop them. Maker… what was wrong with him?

Did he want to? Yes, that was simply the truth. Had he fantasized many times about what that would be like? Yes… a lot… But could he handle the reality? He wasn’t sure. This was a very intimate thing.

And what if she didn’t want to kiss him ? Bo had only been familiar with his face for all of maybe two hours, after all. Perhaps he was being presumptuous.

But she didn’t give him the chance to perseverate further, raising up on her knees to bring their faces in closer proximity and untangling one of her hands which landed on his stubbled cheek. “By all means, Din - please do…”

He closed his eyes, both adjusting to and reveling in the sensation of her fingers on his face. He was a little lost here. He didn’t know what to do next. So he fell back on a more familiar tradition, bringing their foreheads together in a sort of keldabe. This was a little easier to wrap his mind around right now.

To her credit, Bo caught on quickly, mumbling against his cheek, lips ghosting over the corner of his mouth. “You’ve never done this before… the creed…”

And he mumbled back, “No… But… I trust you…”

She grinned against his skin. There was something refreshingly innocent and honest about this man. “I’ll tell you what - I’m going to press my lips against yours, and you’re going to press mine back. Is that okay?”

He subtly nodded against her forehead, and Bo wasted no time, tilting her head and pressing her mouth to his. Din did as instructed and to her surprise, brought one of his ungloved hands to her cheek, thumb smoothing over her temple.

The kiss was chaste, but that was alright. They could both benefit from taking their time with this.

Bo pulled away, brushing his forehead with her own as she did so in a final gesture of affection, and he sighed contentedly at the comfortable intimacy of it. This was more than enough for now.

The rest of the evening was spent in relaxed conversation, the bottle of wine eventually running out. By that time, both wore significantly fewer pieces of armor, their bodies nearly wrapped around each other as they enjoyed this rare moment of calm together. Din couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps every night could be like this…

In the early morning hours, he finally left for his own quarters, the gentleman that he was, not wanting to cause any more of a stir than they already had. He was bolder this time, when he kissed Bo goodbye in front of her door, finding the courage to press his lips more firmly against hers and allowing her to guide their mouths in slightly more passionate movement. It was clumsy on his part, but it was good, nonetheless. He would get there eventually.

Din was practically beaming with happiness, much like a lovestruck teenager, as he dropped the helmet back over his head and turned to walk back toward his own room.

Hopefully, there would be many more such evenings to come.

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Thank you for reading!

#din djarin x bo katan kryze #dinbo #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #demisexual din djarin #demiromantic din djarin #linked #newpathwrites

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cantstoptheimagines · 1 year ago

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Masterlist (Fandoms that start with S — Part Two)

FAQ | Masterlists Guide | Fandoms | Requests | Schedule

Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon)

Imagines

Man Who Can’t Be Moved (Sandor Clegane)

Duty (Tyrion Lannister)

More Than Anything (Tyrion Lannister)

Star vs the Forces of Evil

Imagines

Accidental Confessions (Tom Lucitor)

Headcanons

Dating Them Would Include (Tom Lucitor)

Prompts

Tea Prompts (Tom Lucitor)

Star Wars Universe (Films, Mandalorian)

Imagines

Lost (Kylo Ren)

Stardew Valley

Steven Universe

Imagines

Savior (Lapis Lazuli)

Sky High (Peridot)

Headcanons

Being Friends with Them Would Include (Steven Universe)

Still Star-Crossed

Stranger Things

Imagines

Cupcake (Billy Hargrove)

First Kiss Goodbye (Eddie Munson)

Flying Colors (Eddie Munson) | Part Two | Part Three (Coming Soon)

Pretty in Pink (Eddie Munson)

Maxine (Lucas Sinclair)

Lovers Instead (Steve Harrington) | Part Two | Part Three

Supernatural

Imagines

Trench Coat (Castiel)

Surviving Summer

#masterlist #cantstoptheimagines

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colourfulgreyscales · 1 year ago

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Confession time. None of the headcanons of the Mandalorian have grabbed me to be a fan. None. Not dinluke, or dincobb, or dinbo, or dinomera. (Mind you, I do respect all of them) There was a fanfiction that had a pairing that I am obsessed with an OC. That ruined all of the other ships for me. And I don't know why. That's my head being weird.

(And before you slam me: My first fanfiction with a Pedro character is a queer one! Also I am queer).

#the mandalorian #headcanons #fanfiction cannons

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sansaorgana · 2 years ago

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— BEING AXE WOVES’ GIRLFRIEND (HEADCANONS)

PAIRING — Axe Woves x fem!Reader // fem!Mandalorian!Reader

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I have to admit, it’s official now, I have another fictional husband 😂 Anyway, I’m kinda shy about it so here are the headcanons instead of a proper fic (at least for now). There are 3 versions of the headcanons – one with a non-Mandalorian Reader, one with a Mandalorian Reader who has known Axe for a long time and one with a Mandalorian Reader that belongs to Din Djarin’s Tribe.

WARNINGS — mentions of loss and death

WORD COUNT — 3,310 (1,160 – non-Mandalorian!Reader; 1,030 – Mandalorian!Reader; 1,120 – Mandalorian!Reader [The Tribe])

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

NON–MANDALORIAN READER

• You met Axe when he was bounty hunting with other Mandalorians. At first, you were intimidated by them and they didn't trust you. However, you helped them to find their target.

• You found yourself staring at their leader Axe whenever he would take off his helmet. You couldn't help it, he was handsome and he was a very good warrior.

• Axe is observant so of course he noticed you checking him out. It made him feel smug but he decided to play it cool since it's always the best strategy to get a girl.

• After catching their target, the Mandalorians were celebrating and you were invited to spend time with them for helping them. Usually, you wouldn't be so eager to party with dangerous strangers but Axe was there so the answer was easy. Of course you went there.

• He sat next to you so casually and you smiled shyly at him while clinking your glasses together. Then you started talking. You asked him about his bounty hunting jobs and he told you all about the fall of Mand'alor.

• You spent that night together (whatever you want it to mean) but in the morning he left with the rest of the Mandalorians.

• You couldn't stop thinking of him and he couldn't stop thinking of you but you both tried to move on and shake off that feeling. There were too many difficulties you'd have to face if you decided to start dating for real.

• However, you soon found yourself in trouble. The man that you had helped to capture had friends and now they were after you.

• You contacted Axe and the Mandalorians. When you were saying goodbye, Axe told you how to stay in touch with him if you ever needed him but he didn't expect you to actually make a call.

• At first he smiled seeing you on the holo but he got worried hearing your message. He decided to go back to your planet and help you. Other Mandalorians weren't so glad to hear that because it meant leaving their current bounty hunting job, which also meant losing money. Axe was their leader, though, and he decided to help you.

• You immediately felt safe having him around again. Axe was determined to make sure you were safe and get rid of every man threatening you.

• During that time, your relationship was awkward. You were trying to act casual but it was obvious there was something more between you.

• It was Koska that talked to Axe about it first. She told him that whatever you two had, it was very visible to others. Axe explained to her that it wouldn't be easy. You were no Mandalorian and Mandalorians were hostile towards the outsiders. His job also wasn't exactly the safest. He couldn't just take you along.

• Anyway, the conversation with Koska made him talk to you, too. He explained the situation to you. His job was dangerous, you weren't skilled in combat and you weren't a Mandalorian. Other Mandalorians wouldn't accept you easily and he wouldn't always be around to protect you. He wanted to confess that he really liked you but you had no future together.

• You told him he could always come to you and that you'd wait for him to visit you.

• Axe found it very lovely but he didn't believe you. What kind of woman would wait all her days for a man who might not show up? You deserved to settle down with someone who’d be around. He played along, though, and he told you he'd come back. Then they were all gone again.

• He wasn't coming back in a very long time. You started to realize that he probably wouldn't. You were hurt but all you could do was try to move on.

• Until one day you found him standing outside your house with a smile on his face. You were happy to see him but you decided not to show it. After all, he made you wait a way long time.

• Axe told you that the Mandalorians had gotten their planet back and that he'd love you to come with him to live there and help with rebuilding it. You were shocked to hear that because it was a very serious proposal.

• You asked him what about the other Mandalorians. After all, he had always been worried about them not accepting you. He answered that the new era for the Mandalorians had started and that they were focusing now on growing strong together instead of dividing and fighting. He said it would be the best time to bring an outsider in. He also confessed he took in an orphan to take care of and train – a teenage boy Ragnar.

• You made no promises but you agreed to go with him to Mand'alor and see with your own eyes.

• To your surprise, the Mandalorians that you had met before, were happy to see you again. They encouraged you to stay with them. The planet was ruined indeed but it looked much better than you'd expect. Ragnar was never taking his helmet off so you couldn't tell if he liked you or not but he was kind whenever he spoke to you. He had recently lost his father and Axe took him in for "personal reasons".

• You also finally met the legendary Bo–Katan Kryze and she revealed to you that Axe was a real hero when they were fighting to get back their homeplanet. Not only he risked his life to save everyone but he also was the one who technically brought Moff Gideon down.

• Your one week on Mand'alor turned into two weeks, then three and eventually forever. You moved in with Axe and Ragnar into one of the first houses built on the planet.

• For now you don't think of marrying because there's still lot of differences to work out and find a way around but you're hopeful that the future will be nothing but good for you and your little family.

• When it comes to having children of your own, Axe would be open to that idea but he wouldn't push you so the decision would be yours. He's not the youngest and he never thought he'd actually have an opportunity to have children so he's happy either way.

• As a partner he's rather affectionate although not so much in public. He doesn't mind you sitting on his lap, though, or holding your hand when you're out together.

• He's also very protective of you and he's trying to teach you a thing or two about combat. It's one of the ways in which he tells you how much he loves you – teaching you how to fight.

• He does everything to make you happy and to make Mand'alor feel like home to you.

MANDALORIAN READER

• You were born in a wealthy and noble family of Mand’alor. You practised a lot with the best teachers and you surely were a good warrior with a shiny armour that made you stand out in the crowd.

• You knew Axe because he was a member of Clan Kryze led by Bo–Katan Kryze and as a young noble woman, you were spending time with her sometimes. Axe was usually around, too. And as much as you fancied him and liked to check him out, you knew it would never happen. He was older than you and he was not from a noble family himself, therefore your parents would never allow that.

• You sometimes fantasized about running away with Axe but you never expected your dreams to come true in a rather twisted way.

• He saved your life during the Great Purge of Mandalore. You were a good warrior but you were surrounded and without any will to fight after losing your family. However, Axe showed up and saved you before escorting you from the planet to the safe place with other survivors.

• After losing all you had, you started to follow him around. You didn’t have anyone else to go to and you felt like there was some sort of bond between you now after he had saved your life.

• At first, Axe found it a bit odd and annoying that you were following him around everywhere. He tried not to snap at you, though, because of your loss and because of the fact you were a nobility.

• But, after all, he had lost people, too. And there was no Mand’alor anymore, therefore you were no nobility any longer. So, one time he dared to ask you quite rudely why can’t you leave him alone.

• You couldn’t tell which was hurt more – your heart or your pride. You started to ignore Axe completely but you befriended Koska in the meantime. You were also friendly with Bo–Katan but she was older and busy with leading the Mandalorians so she didn’t have much time for you.

• Without you following him around, Axe realized that he actually quite missed you being always one step behind him, asking him questions, wanting to practice with him and such things. He started to feel bad about snapping at you but whenever he looked at you, you would turn around and huff. He’d also get a dirty look from Koska.

• That was until Bo–Katan sent you and Axe together on a bounty hunting job to earn some money for the Mandalorians. You kind of felt like she had done that on purpose.

• Anyway, it was incredibly awkward between you two and almost no words shared.

• Capturing a pirate should be easy for two skilled Mandalorians but because of you two arguing constantly while chasing the guy, it all became more complicated and you found yourself in trouble. This time it was you saving his life.

• When you were back on your ship, you told him angrily that now you owed him nothing anymore. And then... he kissed you. You were more than shocked but you finally kissed him back.

• When the kiss ended, he laughed and so did you – before kissing again. And again and again and…

• Other Mandalorians looked pretty funny seeing you and Axe leaving the ship when you came back to them. You seemed to be pretty good friends and even more with the way your eyes sparkled whenever you looked at each other.

• It’s not like you immediately started dating but you were friendly towards each other and sometimes when you were alone, you liked to steal a kiss or two. You didn’t want everyone to know, though, because you didn’t want any bad blood just in case if it didn’t work out.

• However, time passed and you only liked each other more and more. Also, everyone finally figured out that you two were together. You didn’t even have to say anything, other Mandalorians started to refer to you as “Axe’s girl” anyway.

• Once everyone accepted you two being together and no one seemed to have a problem with it, Axe started to show his affection more often in public but never to the point that would make others feel uncomfortable.

• He’s protective but not overprotective. He respects your boundaries and he believes in your skills in combat. However, when you’re fighting, he always makes sure with the corner of his eye that you’re safe.

• When you were taking Mand’alor back, you really thought for a while that he would die. You didn’t even care so much about yourself surviving the fight but you only silently prayed for Axe to come out of this mess alive. It seemed very unlikely, though.

• So, when you spotted him amongst the others – hurt but alive – you ran up to him and hugged him so hard that you both fell down to the ground after your armours clashed with each other.

• That was when he asked you to marry him. Perhaps it could be more romantic but it was honest and genuine. You were too speechless to answer, you just nodded your head.

• The wedding made everyone happy because it was a symbol of a new beginning. You two took Ragnar in to teach him but also to raise him since he was an orphan now. At first he was quite unsure what to think about you two but when he realized that you’re not trying to change him and you accept his ways, he grew to think of you two as of his family.

• When it comes to having children of your own, the decision is mostly yours because there’s a lot of work with rebuilding Mand’alor. Axe has already abandoned the idea of having a family so if you don’t want children, he’d understand and he wouldn’t be pushy about it. But if you want to have children with him, he’d be more than happy to give them to you and raise them on your homeplanet.

MANDALORIAN READER (THE TRIBE)

• You were a daughter of a great warrior and you held an important position in The Tribe despite your young age because of your father’s heritage and his heroic death.

• So, when you first saw Axe and other Mandalorians without their helmets off, leaving their ships, you hated them all. You felt like it was your duty to hate them; that was what your father would feel.

• You only agreed to work together with these people because The Armorer had told you to.

• As their former leader, Axe was the most arrogant one and you hated his guts.

• He seemed not to be very keen on you either. A few times he referred to you as if you were a man, pretending that he couldn’t know since you were wearing a helmet.

• He was lucky that you were wearing it, because otherwise you’d spit in his face.

• Your opinion about Axe changed after taking Mand’alor back. He acted very heroic and basically killed Moff Gideon himself.

• After Paz’s death, you started taking care of Ragnar. However, he was a teenage boy and you knew that he needed more role models than you in his life.

• For some reason, Axe started to talk to you like a normal human being, without being mean or teasing. He was interested in helping you to teach Ragnar the Mandalorian ways. You weren’t sure about it because he wasn’t in The Tribe with you and he used to fight with Paz a lot.

• But it was for this exact reason Axe insisted on helping you with Ragnar. He felt like he owed that to Paz. You agreed because he was a good warrior and a man old enough to actually be Ragnar’s dad, so he would be a better father figure in Ragnar’s life than you.

• You also thought that it would be great to teach him the both Mandalorian ways but you wouldn’t say it out loud because you didn’t want to give Axe any satisfaction.

• In no time you found yourself befriending Axe. He was visiting your place a lot to spend time with Ragnar but sometimes you were just sitting together in the kitchen and talking. He apologized for his former behaviour and you apologized for yours.

• You soon realized that you were falling for him and it was making you feel nervous. He felt very similar way, not to mention that he was dying to know how you looked like.

• Jealousy was the worst. Seeing Axe with other women, laughing and making jokes, was making you feel hurt and angry. Not to mention they all looked so beautiful and you were you… hiding inside a helmet. For the first time in your life, you started to doubt all the teachings you had received and it made you feel even worse because you felt like you were betraying your father.

• Axe invited you on a few dates or something more less dates-like. It felt very awkward, though, mostly because you were always in your helmet and you hated that you could only see him through the lenses inside it. You wanted to see and hear the real him, to witness that smile he was giving to other women. You wanted him all for yourself.

• You went to the Armorer to ask for advice. She was like a mother to you.

• She didn’t get angry. Actually, she was quite happy to hear that because she thought that a relationship between a man like Axe and a woman from your Tribe would help to strengthen the bonds between the Mandalorians. That you two would set an example.

• You asked her about the helmet thing and she went silent, though. Finally she reminded you that it was the divisions that had made the Mandalorians weak in the past. You were left to interpret it on your own, as usual.

• On your next date with Axe, you were nervous but you decided to take your helmet off. No one had seen you without it since you were in your early teens and the thought of it made you feel sick in your stomach but you also felt like it was the right thing to do.

• You opened your door without it and Axe stood there, stunned. He looked down at your armour to make sure it was you and you held your breath. You thought that perhaps he didn’t like what he saw.

• But no, in fact he called you beautiful and started to kiss you immediately. You pulled him inside to kiss him back and close the door behind you.

• It felt so odd but so good to feel someone’s touch on the skin of your face, to see him with your own eyes and not through the lenses inside your helmet, to hear his voice and laugh with your own ears, to smell him and be able to kiss him.

• However, you made it clear that you wouldn’t be taking your helmet off in front of other people. He was your only exception.

• Axe knew how much it meant to you, how vulnerable you felt without your helmet on and how much you had to trust him to take it off in front of him. It made him fall in love with you even more. And he didn’t mind you wearing a helmet outside the house because it meant you were his treasure and he made a joke that he doesn’t have to be jealous this way.

• You got married soon after and it was shocking for many Mandalorians but your marriage was indeed a symbol of a new era and the unity of your people, just like the Armorer had said.

• Axe tries to be respectful about your and Ragnar’s ways although sometimes you argue. You never allow the fights to become serious, though.

• As a partner, he’s supportive of your girlbossing and only interferes when it’s needed. He knows you’re strong and capable, that you don’t need his help all the time. But he’s also your husband, which means he’s responsible for keeping you safe.

• When it comes to having children of your own, he’s waiting for you to bring up that topic on your own. He’s not sure about it himself but if you’d be down to it, then he’d do it, hundred percent. But if you don’t want it, he wouldn’t even mention that. You two have got a lot of things to do anyway with rebuilding Mand’alor. And you have Ragnar to raise and train anyway.

MASTERLIST

#lilysfiction #axe woves x reader

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