#trans!dinxtrans!reader

[simpingcowboy]

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Pairing: Trans!Din x Trans!Reader, reader's specific gender is unmentioned just that they are transgender

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: Illusions to transphobia, concerns about romantic rejection, coming out

Summary: After you profess your love for each other, Din is holding something back from you. Turns out you have something to disclose too.

A/N: T4T love bby!!!! Anyways yes...I was really excited to make this version for other trans people <3 the original GN!reader version is still available here if you're interested

Trans!Din Masterlist

"Cyar'ika, I don't think I'm what you want…"

"I know what I want Din. I want you."

Even under the beskar he still felt your heavy gaze on him. Like you were peering through his soul and knew all his secrets.

"No I'm…I'm not like other men." He says avoidant of your gaze.

"I know about your creed. You can tell me more … if there are rules or anything." You sigh out dramatically "Din, I don't care if I never see your face…I just want to be yours!" You ramble on-

He hadn't had to say it aloud since he was a teen. He held no shame about his identity; it simply was a non-problem in his life. It didn't matter to the Mandalorians. It didn't matter at work. It didn't matter to the bounties, or his bosses, or acquaintances. Besides, who would challenge a fully armored Mandalorian?

"No- you don't und-"

"You said you loved me, right?" Tears prick in your eyes. "Don't you want to be with me?"

"Of course I do, but-"

But he never thought he'd get this far with you. Never knew how much could be at stake. He didn't know how to tell you. Knowing you might not like what you hear.

"Then why are you being all weird? Do you already have someone? Are you engaged or something? Is this a Mandalorian thing? Is it Gro-"

He'd seen it before…heard tales of it. Of how fast the heart can turn during this kind of disclosure. Fear filled every crevice of him, his body preparing for rejection.

Din puts his gloved hands on your shoulders, drawing your racing mind back to him. "I'm transgender." He says bluntly. He slowly pulls his arms back down to his sides, expecting you to walk out on him.

"This is when you run" he thinks. This is when you ruin him.

A silent pause sits between you two as Din awaits for the worse.

"Oh- Din…is …is that it?" You make a curious face at him. Any fear or anger at him gone, and replaced with empathy. "You think I wouldn't want you, because you're trans?"

The Mandalorian lowers his head in a nod.

They're not gone yet?

"Din, you know? You know I'm trans…right?" You ask, anxiety lacing your own voice. Unknowing of how he'll accept that information. It was no secret...just evidently not something that'd ever come up in your time together.

His brain freezes over. A million stars falling into place. "Of course you are…" that's why you understand him so well.

His head hangs a bit in embarrassment, blackened T pinned on the ground. "No…I didn't know."

Of all of the ways he's analyzed you. Digested you. Taken every last bit of you in…he missed that part of you. The part that made you so much like him. Though he's never felt a particular "pride" about it, on you it looks so beautiful.

"Cyar'ika?" Din repeats, slowly lifting his visor to you. "Tell me…" he reaches out a gloved hand, catching yours in his. "Tell me more?"

Despite a rush of heat flooding your face, you answer him. You could never deny him if you tried.

He clings to every word. Of your experience. Of how you felt. Your version of that too familiar tale. And in that moment he falls just a little more in love with you.

"That doesn't change anything for you? Does it?" You ask, a light waver in your voice. Though you were still assured of your own feelings, you couldn't read the mind of the man behind the beskar.

"No." He affirms, gloved hands encasing yours. "This changes nothing."

"How could it?" He thinks. When you're this daring. This brave. This beautiful. How could such a thing ever make him turn away from you?

You return his gesture with a smile. Glowing at his acceptance. "I love you Din." You peer up into the dark T of his helmet.

Din tilts his head, gripping onto your hand still in his. "And you still want me?" He asks, needing to hear your affirmation.

"Of course. You are the man of my dreams. Just as you are." You raise your other hand to his helmet. Your fingers tracing along the tip of his helmet.

The man of your dreams…just like that again. You peer through the beskar and see him as he is. You see him as a whole.

You swear you hear his voice crack through the modulator. "If you'll have me, Din Djarin. I'll be yours forever."