#what does din grogu mean anyway?

[iamscoby]

[deakyjoe]

In Sickness & In Health

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns used but Din does call Reader “cyar’ika”)

Category: sick fic, fluff

Summary: Din cares for you when you're sick.

Warnings: sickness/illness, Grogu being a menace, Din being awkward, cuddling, hurt/comfort, fluff basically

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I am recovering from a cold.

Consider buying me a coffee :)

You'd woken up sick, quite possibly in the worst condition of your life. Your limbs ached, your head was pounding, your stomach turned at every tremor of the Crest, your throat was sore and you could barely breathe through your nose. Death felt like it was approaching you at any second.

Din insisted that you were being dramatic.

He was sure that you'd just picked up a minor illness from the last planet you'd stopped on for supplies and would recover in a couple of days. He told you to rest and to stay away from Grogu as much as possible, unsure of the strength of the child's immune system.

Which would have been easy considering all you wanted to do was curl up into a tiny ball in the dark and sleep. Unfortunately, the kid was just a little too curious in nature and wanted to see what was wrong with you. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. This caused Din to lock him away in the cockpit with a shiny ball to occupy him for the majority of the time while you recovered. 

"I feel bad." You told your travelling companion after Grogu had been shut away.

"You'll feel worse if you give him this disease and he dies." The Mandalorian replied, handing you an extra blanket after assuring you that it was fine that you used his bunk to sleep in.

Your eyes widened in fear, heart beating rapidly in your chest suddenly. "I thought you said this was a common illness!"

"Yes, but he is only a child." He sighed, gesturing for you to lie down. "You will be fine. Now go to sleep."

You mumbled to yourself lowly but did as he said anyway, drifting into a dreamless sleep once Din had closed the door.

You awoke some time later, sweat pouring out of you in floods as you burned as hot as a supernova. In your delirious fevered state you got out of the bunk, laid down on the floor of the hull and fell asleep again.

When you woke up again, a few hours later you assumed, you could feel something touching you.

As your eyes cleared, you realised that Din was sat beside you on a crate patting your head.

Your brows raised in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Soothing you." He mumbled through the modulator.

"By doing this?" You croaked, glancing up to where his wrist hovered above your eyes.

He paused. "Do you... do you not like it?"

"Don't dislike it." You said. "It's just a little strange."

"The kid likes it."

"Do I look like a green baby with large ears to you?"

He hesitated.

"Don't answer that." You grumbled, turning to bury your face in the thin blanket you'd dragged to the floor with you.

"You were talking in your sleep. I thought it might help."

"Oh." You whispered, embarrassed about what you might have said.

"It was mostly incoherent mumbling."

"Oh." Thank the stars.

"Mostly." There was a hint of teasing amusement to his voice which you were terrified to question.

But you did anyway. "What does that mean? What did I say?"

He ignored your questions. "You should get back into bed."

"Too hot."

"Get back into bed, cyar'ika." He insisted, holding a gloved hand out to help you up.

You did as he said, too tired to argue anymore.

"I'll come back to check on you in a while." Din told you before disappearing to the cockpit again.

You faded in and out of sleep before the Mandalorian came back with a bowl of soup and a restless Grogu at his side a little later.

Worry plagued your mind momentarily as you cautiously eyed the kid. "I don't want to get him sick."

"He missed you." Din replied with a small shrug, handing you the bowl and a spoon.

You smiled down at the kid weakly, glad to see him. He was a nice presence to have around, almost always happy about something. The Mandalorian was the opposite in that regard - always unhappy about something, apart from the child, but was still a nice presence to have around. Overall, the combination of the both of them was making you feel better. A lot better. There was no one else you'd rather spend your sick days with.

The three of you ate in silence, just the occassional babble of nonsense from Grogu as he slurped down his dinner. The warm food made your throat hurt less but despite its temperature, you started to get cold.

You wrapped the blanket more tightly around yourself in the hope that it would help but had little success. So you distracted yourself by watching Din and Grogu interact instead. Maybe the warm feeling they created in your heart would extend to the rest of your body.

The dull hum of the ship combined with the quiet mumbled, very much one-sided, conversation between the two other members of the clan caused you to grow sleepy again. Which Din quickly noticed when your eyelids started drooping and your head lolled to the side a couple of times. So he swiftly put the child to bed and sent him back to the cockpit before returning to you.

"You should go back to bed." He stated, noticing your intense grip on the blanket as he sat you down on the end of his bunk. "What's wrong?"

"I'm cold." You confessed, even though it was pretty obvious by your violent shivering and chattering teeth. "Freezing actually."

Din did nothing for a moment, just stared at you and seemingly contemplated something if the way his fingers twitched at his sides was any indication, before hitting a switch and plunging the hull into darkness.

"What are you doing?" You blinked, suddenly feeling more awake as you tried to adjust to the lack of light.

"Sshh." He replied, the clang of metal on metal punctuating the word for him.

Was he... was he undressing?

"Din, stop."

"I said sshh." His voice was clear, no muffling from a modulator or helmet. His face was out in the open.

You stayed silent until you felt hands land on your shoulders, letting out a small gasp at the contact.

"Lie down on your side." Din mumbled, gently pushing you back.

The protest you had prepared died on your tongue as you felt him crawl into the bunk beside you and settle down at your back as the two of you laid down. He got as close to you as possible, arms wrapping around you and legs tangling with yours.

"What're you doing?" You whispered despite relaxing back against him and embracing the heat he was radiating.

"Warming you up." He mumbled into the back of your neck, lips grazing your skin.

"No!" You whined, wriggling a little to attempt getting out of his grasp. "I don't want you to get sick."

"Don't breathe on me then." He answered simply, arms locking around you to hold you in place. "Now go to sleep."

You would've fought more, concerned with his health, if it wasn't for the fact that this position felt good. So good. He was warm and soft and you felt so safe and secure in his hold. Maybe just cuddling for a little while wouldn't be too risky. At least, that's what you told yourself as you fell into a deep slumber.

It only took a couple of days before rattling, shaky coughs could be heard echoing around the ship from a certain bounty hunter's modulator.

[wantonlywindswept]

"Hello buir, this is your grandson."

"Buir? ...grandson??"

---

Was very frustrated I couldn't come up with anything for Cody Day (2/2/24) and then remembered that I have other ways to create chaos.

Anyway, TCW/Mandalorian time travel shenanigans! After o66, Cody ended up with the Tribe, never removing his helmet and devoting himself to taking care of the foundlings as a way to ease his guilt. He took a shine to Din, raised him as his own, and taught him everything he knew. ('What do you mean you're not supposed to physically assault droids with your bare hands?')

He was probably lost in one of the assaults on the Tribe that resulted in them having to relocate so often, but that's one of the reasons Din was so adamant about never removing his helmet: he wanted to honor his buir's memory.

Eventually Mandalor Din (lalala what season 3 lalalalala), Grogu, and Protector Paz end up interacting with some kind of Force bullshit and get chucked into the past. They then meet Cody, whose scar is in the exact same place as the marking that Din's buir always painted on his helmet.

(scar not pictured, as this figure of cody does not have a face)

((meanwhile paz and rex are Not About these shenanigans. mandalor please step away from the proto-stormtrooper. cody please remove yourself from within reach of the extremely well-armed mandalorian. why do second-in-commands always have to deal with idiot leaders paz and rex did nothing to deserve this))

[divinehedons]

Drabbles??? Like Din eating you out all slow and savoring it, but still making you cum over and over till you're in tears begging for him to fuck you, but maker you just taste so God damn good

YESYESYESYESYES,, may i also add while i have your attention: unintentionally cocky!din djarin x frustrated reader? SO, i present to you:

a taste of paradise

nsfw under the cut, minors DO NOT interact or din will go pew pew!

he gets competitive sometimes, and you enjoy pointing it out at times. you've seen the way he encourages grogu, the way he chuckles, talking in a proud voice whenever the little child makes him proud. he has the same sound whenever you stood beside him, glorious and all his- entirely his.

such was the case of when he had brought you back to his small home, grogu fast asleep as he's pushing you into the nearest bed, helmet pushed off as he kisses you between your attempts to speak, to try and understand what's gotten into him. "din... din-" he shushes you, laying you down amongst the sheets as his gloved hands slowly pushed up your skirts. he looks at you, and you see that starving gaze in his eyes, the soft smirk on his face. he does not wait another moment, even despite your attempts to soothe him, as he sinks between your legs to take a long taste with his tongue.

"maker, riduur, what's gotten into you?" you whisper, and you feel him chuckle once more as his lips wrap around your aching clitoris and just sucking until you cry out in his arms.

when din djarin wants, he does not stop until he satisfies himself. so you allow him, thinking he just wants a quick rush of pleasure.

besides, you always surrender to him anyway.

"that's it, cya're, just give in to it," he whispers, using his gloved fingers to spread you wide open, where you're wet and baby pink, digging into you like you're the very sustenance from life itself. "always so good for me, isn't it?"

he keeps going until you feel your legs shake, whining for him as he only intensifies his minstrations, tongue slipping deep into your cunt, beginning to fuck you with it.

"din!"

"hold it for me, sweet girl, come on, you can do it. just a little more."

a little more, of course, meant hours of teasing you, fucking you with his tongue, his fingers, scratched up by his beard and nuzzled by his nose. no matter how much you beg, how much you try and whine and make all the sweet noises he enjoys.

and you just want to feel the sweet release of an orgasm your beloved dangles just out of your reach. he knows your body more than you could ever understand it, knows just enough to know what would and wouldn't make you tick, make you cum.

"din, maker, you're being so mean, please!" perhaps it was the frustration in your voice, but he stops, looks up at you, your slick coating his beard, his chin...

"oh, adi'ka-"

that is when he finally gives in to you, devouring you until you threw your head back, the riptide all-consuming and so intense, you would be lying if you didn't fade for a moment or so.

"that's it... such beauty, cyari'ka..." you slowly open your eyes to see him looking down at you, safe in his arms as he slowly moves you under the sheets with a chuckle. "you see why i sometimes enjoy pushing your buttons?" he murmurs, nuzzling your jaw with gentle kisses as you groan in his arms. "because when you let go like this... you are just so beautiful."

you smile up at him, cupping his face before you slowly lean up to kiss him lovingly. "do you have to be so mean about it, din?"

he hums, slowly helping you into his arms as you finally settle.

"you are my passion and weakness all in one," he whispers as you drift off to sleep, watching you with soft eyes and a thousand unsaid words. "and if it truly does bother you, i won't do it as much anymore."

[jessicas-pi]

So the Ahsoka show (and a dream I had last night) gave me an idea. Imagine: AU where in Chapter 11 of The Mandalorian, Bo-Katan tells Din to go to Ahsoka... but also says that if Ahsoka won't help, then he should try finding her apprentice, Sabine Wren, on Lothal.

So after Ahsoka refuses to train Grogu, Din goes to Lothal before he tries Tython, which is therefore where everything with the Darktroopers goes down, which means that (a) Sabine is able to give Hera a heads up that the Empire is Doing Something, and (b) Sabine ends up inadvertently roped into the events of the rest of Mando S2. The Grogu rescue mission sort of helps her feel better---at least to feel like she's doing something. Din, meanwhile, sees someone just like him, who needs to keep busy to keep her mind off her trauma, so he decides to call her up for a little "help" whenever he feasibly can claim he needs it, or for some Jedi Training™ with Grogu (who didn't go with Luke, due to no trip to Tython and no seeing stone), or whatever excuse he can make up, which ends with Sabine getting pulled into BoBF and Mando S3, too.

Highlights include:

Din & Sabine: *win the fight with Moff Gideon together* Sabine: *takes the Darksaber from him, just to disarm him* Sabine: WAIT ACTUALLY NOPE NEVER MIND *throws the Darksaber as far as she can & refuses to pick it up again*

Sabine: You want ME to teach your kid? Din: Yes. Sabine: You do realize that I can't use the Force? Din: Yes. Sabine: And that my master stopped training me because I wasn't good enough? Din: Yes. Sabine: And that I have absolutely nothing to teach him? Din: Yes. Sabine: ...nothing I say is going to deter you, is it? Din: No.

Sabine: I just... feel... lost. Boba: Well, you could always work for me on Tatooine. Fennec: Have you ever considered an assassin business partnership? Bo-Katan: It's gonna take me a loooooooong time for me to get over you winning the Darksaber again, but you are my best friend's daughter, so if you choose to, you may come with me. Greef Karga: The Nevarro school could use an art teacher, you know. The Armorer: You are always welcome to take the Creed and join our covert. Din: How do you feel about being adopted? [later] Ahsoka, to Hera: Should we be concerned about the number of questionable figures trying to take in Sabine? Hera, having Maul flashbacks: Trust me. It could be a lot worse.

Sabine: You need to go to the Living Waters? Yeah I know where that is, I can take you. Din: That's a relief. Otherwise I was going to go ask Bo-Katan about them. Sabine: Oh? Let's ask her anyway. I'm totally down to bother Bo-Katan. Any time, any day. Kalevala HERE WE COME-

Din: While I appreciate your modifications to IG-12, Sabine, I'm not so sure about the words you've added. Grogu, delightedly smacking his new button: KRIFF. KRIFF. KRIFF. KRIFF. KRIFF.

Din: You had me at 'battle droids.' Sabine, giggling: yOu HaD mE aT 'BaTtLe DrOiDs'

Sabine, watching Din make his 'your song is not yet written' speech: This is sooo much better than the holodramas. Axe Wolves, side-eyeing her: You don't get out much, do you? Sabine: Nope. Want some popcorn?

.....ANYWAY, my point is, Sabine gets dragged into All The Mandoverse Shenanigans. Which is pretty funny on its own, right? But it gets better.

Because it just so happens that Din is on Lothal with Grogu when Ahsoka shows up with the map. and he kinda just....gets pulled along for the ride. So then HE'S in the AHSOKA show, mostly just trying to make sure Sabine doesn't do anything crazy, following her when she does it anyway, and being confused about Everything. Which lends itself to additional hilarity--

Din: Nightsisters? I heard they were witches. Ahsoka: They are. Din, internally: Oh my manda, I finally KNEW something!

Din: The evil Jedi are chasing us! Sabine: They're not Jedi! Din: They're not? But they have laser swords like you! Ahsoka: There's still a difference! Din: What difference? Ahsoka: Jedi use the Light side! These are Dark side users! Din: There are different sides of your sorcery??

[Sabine and Ezra reunite] Din: I'm so glad you finally found your husband, Sabine. Sabine: Ezra: Din: The crabs: *start gossiping* Sabine: He's... he's not my... husband... Din, confused: But you've clearly been living the Mandalorian marriage vows? One when together, one when apart, sharing all... Sabine: Yeah, no, that's- that's just coincidence. Din: Hold on. You live in his house, and you keep all his things, and you refuse to leave Lothal for more than a week or two at a time because it makes you miss him too much- Sabine: *makes stop talking gesture* Din: -and you gaze lovingly at the enormous mural you've painted of him, and you left everything behind the second you knew you had a chance to save him, and as far as I can tell, you've been utterly devoted to him since the moment he disappeared ten years ago- Sabine: *stop talking gestures intensify* Ezra: Wait, Sabine, is this true? Din: -and you're telling me you two aren't married? Sabine:

[mandalorianslut]

May I make a request? Of Din Djarin and reader. Where what if the reader and him are in a secret relationship being that only the cult and greef karga know they are together. Anyways what if reader gets jealous by how close bo and din are getting and she gets insecure because she feels like Din could do better than her and she believe that grogu and Din need someone like bo so she ignores din and when he finds out why? Maybe from Bo who noticed the jealousy then he spends all night heheheh smut ensues showing her how much she means to him and how he worships her?

omg this is such a cute idea I hope I did it justice (first time writing smut in awhile) ! thank you sm for requesting :) (this turned out a lot longer than I thought) 1.6k words oops-

You watch as Din and Bo-Katan sit down next to each other around the fire, Bo-Katan holding Grogu on her lap feeding him little pieces of meat, they look like a family. You watch as a helmetless Mandalorian walks up to the three and starts a conversation, you can only make out a few words but that's all you need “Your foundling is very cute, seems like he has two very caring parents.” your heart drops as you hear him say this.

 You stand up abruptly, no longer being able to contain your jealousy anymore, you can’t take another minute watching them. As you walk away you miss Din telling the Mandalorian about you, you miss his soft words as he speaks about you. 

Days pass and your jealousy and anger only grow, watching Din and Grogu hang around Bo-katan more and more. God this is pathetic you think to yourself, Din and you have spent months traveling together, you’ve spent nights in his arms but then why does it feel like that isn’t enough?

As you watch Bo-katan fight off a horde of cholganna that snuck up on Grogu, Grogu being distracted by a frog you can’t help but feel a sense of shame, it should be me saving Grogu, Im his caretaker but you couldn’t get yourself to move, you felt stuck, panic filling your lungs as you watched the cholgannas almost kill Grogu. You watch as Din rushes in grabbing Grogu and handing him to you before rushing back to help Bo-katan finish off the final cholganna. 

As you watch Din and Bo-Katan fight side by side you can't help but feel inadequate, you're not a Mandalorian, kriff you're not even that good of a fighter sure you can hold your own but you're nothing compared to either of them. 

As Din walks over to you and the child you can’t help the heavy feeling that fills your head, causing you to frown as he comes up next to you greeting you with a nod “cyar’ika.” he runs his gloved hand over your arm, checking you for injuries, 

“Are you okay?” he tilts his helmet down, running his hand over Grogu’s ears as he babbles nonsense.

I nod my head, shying away from his touch. “Yeah I'm-i'm okay,” you said through clenched teeth.

“Cyar’ika… are you sure? You seem off.” Din asks, concern filling his words.

You sigh feeling slightly bad for making him worry, almost forgetting about why you were upset in the first place.

You soften your gaze slightly as you look at him. “Yeah…no… I mean-” Before you can finish your sentence you see Bo-katan walk up beside him, taking off her helmet and nodding at you slightly before looking down at Grogu and saying “That was a close call wasn’t it buddy?” she lets out a humorless chuckle, softly petting his ears. 

You feel yourself tense up the feeling of jealousy and shame crawling up your spine.

“I think I’m going to go inside… it's a bit warm out for me,” you say handing Grogu to Din. As you walk away you feel tears threaten to fall, you will them not to not wanting to seem weaker than you already are.

As you walk away Din lets out a sigh, setting Grogu into his crib. He shakes his head not understanding what happened or if he did something wrong. Bo-Katan watches as you walk away frowning before her eyes light up with understanding.

She turns to face Din watching as he sets Grogu down into his crib.

“You know Din… I think your riduur might be a bit jealous,” she says watching as you disappear into the building.

Din's head shoots up at her words, a blush covers his face under the helmet at the use of riduur, he swallows “Why would you think that?” he says confused about what you could be jealous about, he was yours.

“I think- I think she's jealous of how much time we’ve been spending together.” Bo-Katan says, shaking her head slightly.

Din’s eyes widen under the helmet “You- I-” he’s flustered and confused, he really needs to find you and apologize.

Bo-Katan watches as Din speeds off in your direction, she sighs turning to Grogu with a slight smile “Your dad really is something else huh?” Grogu responds with a string of almost words seeming to agree with her.

As you sit in your room wallowing in self-pity and loneliness you hear your door open, you shoot up wiping your face with your sleeve trying to clean yourself up, making it look like you haven’t been crying. 

As Din enters the room he sees you standing quickly wiping your face trying and failing to hide your tears, he comes up to you and cups your face gently “Oh mesh’la, what's wrong?” He says words filled with worry.

Tears start to fall from your eyes, you try to blink them away but feel Din slowly wipe them away.

Din walks you both over to the bed, setting you down with arms wrapped around your shoulder “can i- can I- take a go at what's wrong?” he asks, seeming shy.

You nod your head, turning your body to face him, giving him your full attention for the first time in days.

He turns to look at you, “I talked to Bo-katan and she said you might be feeling jealous of her?” he looks at through the helmet watching as your face falls slightly looking away.

You feel heat rushing to your cheeks, turning away from him slightly. “It's not that I’m jealous I just feel like-like…” you swallow, tears welling up in your eyes “I feel like you don’t need me anymore.” you whimper out. As you look away feeling tears falling down your face you hear the hiss of him taking off his helmet.

He cups your face, bringing your forehead to his resting it on yours, “oh cyar’ika.” he coos “How could you possibly think that? Your the best thing that's ever happened to me, you make my everyday so much better, the suns and moons have nothing compared to you ner cyar’ika.” as he speaks he starts slowly unbuttoning your top.

You whimper slightly as his gloved hand grazes your chest.

He smiles at you chuckling lightly at your whimper. He pulls you into a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip, you let out a shaky moan, hands grasping at the sheets.

He continues undressing you, trailing his hands down your body, stopping just above your waistband, he pulls away from the kiss, holding your bottom lip between his teeth, he leans in close, you can feel his breath against your ear “Let me take care of you cyar’ika… please.” he sounds desperate.

You nod letting out a soft moan.

He pulls his hand away from your waist causing you to let out a whine, he chuckles slightly “Come on mesh’la I need words.” he whispers into your ear.

“Yes Din I-I want you to take care of me.” you whisper out heat covering your whole body.

He trails his hand down your body, taking off your pants in one swift move, leaving you all exposed for him all while he's wearing everything but his helmet. He slowly brings your legs over his shoulders pulling your cunt closer to him.

You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back as you feel his hot mouth engulf your pussy, “oh dank farrik Din please don’t stop!” you thread your hand through his hair unable to stop yourself from trying to pull his face deeper into your pussy.

He chuckles at your antics, his laugh sending a vibration through your pussy causing you to buck up into him. 

He continues exploring your pussy, his tongue licking and tasting every part of you it can. He pulls back, his whole face covered in your juices “Oh riduur you taste amazing.” he runs a finger through your slit, his finger glistening with your own wetness, he puts his fingers up to your lips “suck mesh’la.” 

You open your mouth, tongue wrapping around his fingers, your pussy clenching around nothing.

He throws his head back moaning as he watches his fingers disappear into your mouth, as he pulls them out he watches your face, your eyes glazed over with lust.

He brings his mouth back onto your pussy, wrapping his mouth right around your clit, your hands grasp the sheets, your moans bouncing off the walls.

You can feel yourself getting close “Din Din- I’m -I’m gonna I’m close” you whimper out. 

He hears your plea and sucks harder causing your legs to shutter threatening to crush his head, you feel your orgasm wash over you. 

Din doesn’t let up until you whimper and push his head away. He looks up at you, your eyes glazed over with lust. “How was that mesh’la?” he smiles, moving from between your legs laying down next to you on the bed.

You turn your head to look at him, your eyes filled with appreciation “Din- I- I love you so much.” you nuzzle your head into his neck.

He laughs, petting his hand down your back, “Of course cyar’ika.” he cups your face making eye contact with you, “Promise me that if you ever feel this way again you’ll let me know right away.” 

You nod your head “I promise and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything I'm so sorry I was just scared you’d agree with me.” you feel him shake his head against yours “I’d never feel that way, you're safe with me.” 

You slowly feel yourself falling asleep, your eyes getting heavy.The last thing you see before your eyes fully close is Din pulling the covers over you smiling down at you kissing your forehead “Goodnight riduur, sleep well.”

[spctrsgf]

Hello. I have this idea for a fic, you don't have to write ofc if don't want.

So, reader is a bounty hunter, so on a mission they run into Din, who is also on one. They help each other, and go their ways. After some time they again run into each other, and it happens a few times. But this time, they get job, but don't know much about the person they have to get, and it turns out they have to get eachother. When they realise that, they kinda start fighting but don't really want, so when one say it, they stop. They like sit and talk it through, realise that for some reason (I can't think of any) they have to kill their boss. And they start their journey together. They get into his ship and theres Grogu, and reader's like wtf is that, and he explains it, so after they deal with the boss, they kinda 'have' to take Grogu to jedi together (definitely not cuz they like eachother) so they continue to work together. Also reader kind of wears a helmet/mask to hide most of their face, and they are gn.

I'm so sorry this is so long. Idk if it even makes sense. Thank you so much if you do write this, and if not, thank you anyway.

bounties and hunters • the first encounter

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word count: 3k

warnings: language, canon type violence, kind of slow at first im trying my best to set up the scene for the fics to progress on my apologies (i also have never written a series before!!! kind of nervous)

a/n: when i tell you, anon, that you are a genius, i mean GENIUS. i love love LOVE this idea, so i decided to make this a series!!! updates might be slow with everything i have going on in life rn, but tune in for that if you'd like:)

The first time you met Din, it was under the weirdest circumstances. The meeting was sheer coincidence, really— if you had waited one more minute in your bed, you would have missed him entirely. If Grogu hadn’t simmered as long as he did eating his soup, Din wouldn’t have bumped you either. If you both hadn’t had a bounty to catch, the interaction wouldn’t even have been possible. 

Now that you’re thinking about it, the circumstances weren’t weird at all. In fact, they were just perfect.

—------—

“How much does it pay?” You question, barely tilting your head to further accentuate the words. The man sitting in front of you, Atla Vyk, lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “You always were about the credits, weren’t you?”

You opt to stay silent, holding the Vyk’s eye contact over the fabric of your mask. 

He sighs. “50 Socorran credits.” 

“What the hell am I supposed to do with Socorran credits, Vyk?”

“Use it on Socorro, I don’t know! You’re resourceful.” 

“I can’t be resourceful with Socorran credits!” You snarl at him. “Where’d you even come into contact with those?”

“Well actually—”

You hold up your hand. “I revoke my sentence. Just give me my damn pucks.”

Vyk sighs, grabbing the pucks from his pocket and sliding them across the table.

You snatch them immediately, the cold of the metal biting at your exposed fingertips. “Thank you.” You nod at him.

He chuckles drily. “Always a pleasure.”

Your loose pants boom a loud swish! as you stand up and turn around briskly, exiting the cantina as quick as you had entered it. As you walk, you flip and twist the pucks in your hand subconsciously, your brain already mapping out a way to meet all of your bounties on the least amount of fuel. 

When you reach your ship, all tuned up by the person who owns the landing dock, you toss them a few credits and walk up the ramp. The next few minutes are spent checking all of your hiding spots, just to make sure nothing was stolen. Once you satisfy that nag in your brain, you slide into the worn leather of the pilot seat, pressing buttons and flicking switches to plot coordinates to your next stop. Your ship's engine is sputtering awake in no time at all, and then you’re up and maneuvering the thing up and into hyperspace.

You settle back into your chair as soon as you're comfortable enough to take your hands off the controls, huffing out a breath and letting it settle in front of you. The heater had yet to kick in, causing you to shiver slightly in your thin attire— which was akin to the weather on Tatooine. The cushion of your chair hugs your frail body in a feeble attempt to help keep you warm, but yet you still rock with shivers. Your mind, disregarding this fact, decides to buckle up to begin its nightly wander.

Sometimes, you think, the serene silence of hyperspace is inviting. The way that the colors swirl in an insatiable, never ending twist is fascinating, and you could look at it for hours, wondering what planet you’re passing at the moment. Was that reddish brown streak Socorro? Was that icy blue one Hoth?

Other times, though, it feels as though it’s squeezing your head tight and pulling beads of sweat up and out of your skin. It’s painful to sit in the deafening silence, to even be able to hear the creak of your knee as you extend your leg to stand up. 

No matter which way you deem the endless tunnel to be swirling, it always forces you to think, to be stuck in your own head. It forces you to internalize, to feel effortlessly alone despite the epiphany of people and expanse of space to fill in front of you. 

And, just like the feeling of the silence around you, your reaction to it is also versatile. Sometimes, the silence harbors a lovely tune, rocking your tired body to sleep, but other times it’s like a mudhorn rearing its mighty horn straight into the side of your head. Which is, admittedly, not a lovely tune to fall asleep to.

Right now? It’s the latter.

The swirls of dancing light are no help to the persistent pounding in your brain, no help to the steady churn of anxiety in your stomach. The way the colors dance across your closed lids and the hum of the heater— that must’ve finally turned on— are no match for the powerful mechanics of your brain, leaving you at the mercy of nightmares in your own wicked head.

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When you wake, it’s not in cold sweat nor a swift jump from dream to reality in fear, no. It’s from a not so gentle jolt of the ship as it jumps from automatic hyperspace flight to manual maneuvering. Your fingers, while your brain is still groggy with sleep, leap to the controls and stabilize the ship in no time at all, the notion as natural as breathing. 

The subdued yet vibrant colors of Yavin VI’s body  greet you with a glare, shaking any lasting effects of sleep out of your head. Your grip tightens ever so slightly on the controls as you shoot through the outer atmosphere and into the puffy clouds below, mapping out a plan of action in your head. 

Get to the landing doc first. You tell yourself. One step at a time. You maneuver over to the landing pad covered partially by the dense forest, exactly where it had been when you had left it. You hum some foreign tune excitedly, happy that the bounty you’d picked up had chosen Yavin IV and inadvertently allowed you to visit an old friend. They slide out from underneath the overhang, surely after hearing the roar of your engines, a few maintenance droids barreling ahead to start with your ship as you touch down. 

You scramble to open the ramp and start walking down it before it’s even touched the ground, bouncing on your toes. Your friend stands a few feet away from the ramp, hands on their hips and a big grin hung from invisible strings on their face. “Hey— oof!” You slam into them before they can even exert the rest of their greeting, wrapping your arms around their torso.

Their body shakes with laughter, returning the gesture split seconds after you. “Nice to see you too, but did you have to toss all the air out of my lungs?”

“I missed you so much, El.”

“Missed ya too,” they release you and hold you at arm's length, doing a quick scan. “How you holdin’ up these days? It’s been a while.”

“Can’t complain. How about you?” 

“Same here,” El brushes past you, turning their expert gaze to the ship that had been swarmed by droids. “Business has been doing well, so that makes my heart happy.”

You tilt your head with a smile. “I’m glad.”

“You better n’ be smilin’ at me,” they call over their shoulder, the speech slurred from distraction. 

“Oh, I’m way too serious for that. I’m a bounty hunter, after all.”

“Even the high n’ mighty bounty hunters smile, an’ living thing does.”

“How do you know I’m alive?”

“Because if ya were dead I’d already have cried.”

“What if I’m not dead but not living,” You inquire, enjoying the banter. “What if I’m a droid?” 

“Well that's n’ true because you’d be a shit droid even if you were trying. Hand me a wrench, please.”

“Even though I’m not a droid,” you grab the said tool from El’s basket. “I think I’d be a great one. You wouldn’t even be able to tell, contrary to popular belief.”

“Oh, honey, I’ve spent too much time with you not to be able to tell.” They grab the tool from your hand with a smirk, and this time your smile reaches your eyes as they roll playfully. 

“Maker, El, that was cheeky.” 

“Shoulda expected as much from me. Though we were close, guess not.”

“We are close, first of all,” You smack the back of their head in frustration, yet a laugh shoves its way out of your mouth to counter that notion. “But yeah, I guess I should’ve.”

More doses of laughter bubble up into the crisp air of the approaching night as the booming red of Yavin Prime descends further towards the swoops of trees, piercing through the light breeze. You’d missed this. You’d missed this so much. 

It was nice to be carefree, to not be watching your six with a hand on your blaster. You spend hours, even days on edge, constantly distrusting people and tracking any sign of movement. It’d been so long since you’d been able to visit El that you’d nearly forgotten how much you ached for this easy going, stress free life. You’d even forgotten how to live it.

You’d have to leave tomorrow morning, probably before dawn to meet your bounty before they woke up. The inn you assume the bounty is hiding in is a rough four or five hour walk away, two at least if you take El’s speeder. The thought is ever present in your head as you relax into the cool evening, blinking in and out of the front of your thoughts like a strobe light. 

You’re sure El is able to tell. The tell of your hands, which are wrung together almost painfully— not that you’re able to distinguish the pain at the moment— is evident even for someone who isn’t your closest friend. With that in mind, they do their best to distract you, even getting you underneath your almighty ship to “learn how to fix this old thing so you can do it yourself.” 

It’s nice, and it works, in due time. You let your shoulders lower and the coil in your stomach unravel to let the copious amount of tension you hold flow away and into the air that is now strung with quiet music and the offbeat hum of your companion next to you. 

And it goes. And it feels wonderful. It’s like there was beskar on your shoulders, encircling your head and infiltrating your lungs, and now it’s been released, and now you’re free to taste the crisp air and smell the sway of the trees. The feeling carries you effortlessly through your evening, letting you drift easily into a restful sleep, lulling the nightmares far away from the forefront of your mind. 

Yet, when you wake the next morning, from some sort of alarm clock you must’ve installed unintentionally after all the years of hunting, the beskar was back on your shoulders again. It pulls you efficiently to full consciousness and to an upright position. You then move with vigor, gathering the few things you needed on your trip: your pulse rifle, your trusty dagger (for when thungs go south), and an ounce of the calm from the room around you to center your thoughts and get you going. 

After a quick goodbye to El— which was more of a whispered ill be back soon from you and a slurred mhm from them— plus a trip to their dusty garage to grab the speeder, you’re off. The engine is loud and dodging trees and branches is hard at first, but you soon get the hang of it. Just like at any given moment of silence, your mind starts yet another wander. 

You’re surprised you still have stuff to think about that this point.

You’re thinking about it, actually considering it. Considering what it would be like to live with El, not hunting all the time. You liked the calm that it brought, and spending time with El sounded like the best thing ever, honestly. You could wake up every morning not worrying about raiders or bounties or anything. Hell, you could even have a normal sleep schedule! But the longer you let that thought simmer, the more you realize that you like the fast pace that your life moves at, you like the adrenaline boost and the way each bounty is like a new puzzle just waiting to be cracked. 

You’d never be happy with a calm life, at least not now. You’d be bored, you’d lose interest in the midst of all of the trees and monotone days. The way you live now, every day is a new adventure, a new world to conquer and a new bounty to find. And, you’re really fucking good at it, bounty hunting. You’re not one to say stuff like that about yourself often, but hunting was the one thing that you’d honed to near perfection, so to give it up would be like starting your life over again.

The calm life? Not a fucking chance. 

You’re so caught up in the swarm of your thoughts that you fail to see someone in front of you, despite the shiny beskar updo they wear. You manage to let out a loud yell of both surprise and warning before you steer the speeder sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding the mandalorian and the floating orb next to them. The edge of your speeder scratches against the bark of a tree as you yank it sharply again to the left, slowing the speeder to a stop in the small clearing you and the warrior reside in. 

As soon as you slow, you’re hopping off the bike and over to them in an unusual notion of worry. “Are you alright?” You offer a hand, and though you can’t tell because of their helmet, you assume they’re just staring at it. You teeter awkwardly there for a second, unsure of what’s going on, before the smooth leather of their glove is sliding into your hand and you’re yanking them up. They’re surprisingly light for someone who's wearing a shit ton of beskar, but you assume they must be pulling some of their own weight.

The mandalorian tilts their helmet at you, the only show that they’re actually alive and breathing at the moment. “I’m fine.” The smooth, modulated baritone lends you to believe that it's a man underneath the beskar, and the richness of his voice surprises you. “Good,” you swallow thickly. “Sorry about that, I should've been looking.” 

The helmet bobs up and down in agreement. 

You shuffle from one foot to the other, contemplating whether you want to continue the conversation. Something about the silence of the man in front of you told you he wasn’t one for chatting, but there was a mystique about him that intrigued you, it pulled you in like a magnet. 

“Are you lost?” “Me?” You ask dumbly, his voice catching you by surprise. “Oh, no, I know where I’m going. Are you?”

“No.” The firmness of your voice lends you to believe that your question hurt his feelings a little bit. 

“Okay,” You say slowly, as if savoring each word on your tongue before it leaves your mouth. “Good luck on your adventures.” 

You turn then, not really wanting to go but hating the way it felt like you could barely breathe under his gaze– and you couldn’t even see his fucking eyes. The intrigue that simmers in the back of your brain is urging you to turn around and offer him a ride, but your natural distrust of new beings keeps you placing one foot in front of the other. 

You’re already comfortably seated on your speeder before he speaks again. “Wait.” The one line punch has your fingers pulling abruptly away from the ignition and your head whipping towards him. “Yeah?” your voice punches through the fabric of your mask, awkwardly eager. 

“I…” The modulator accentuates the puff of frustration and how adamant his tone is as his voice trails off. “I actually am a little confused about where I am.”

You smile with a tilt of the head. “Well, where are you headed?”

“I have coordinates, is that helpful?” 

“I could try. Do you really not have the name though? Most people don’t give coordinates when they tell you where to lie low–”

“This is all I have,” He cuts you off, and his natural unwillingness to engage in conversation peeking through the words. “Can you make it work?”

“Yeah, but…” Your head tilts in confusion as you put the pieces together. “Wait. Are you a bounty hunter?”

“Why?”

You snort, getting the answer even without him explicitly giving it to you. “Because I’m another bounty hunter. Let me see your fob.”

He grabs the said thing, but doesn’t move. “I'll just tell you the coordinates.”

You shrug. “Suit yourself.”

He gives them to you, and using your limited knowledge of the planet and your own coordinates, you're able to triangulate a certain direction. “Should be that way,” you point to your left, veering slightly off of your own path. “An hour or two tops, I think. I’ve been there before, but it was a long time ago.”

He nods, pressing a button on his vambrace to move the metal case closer to him. “Thank you for your help. I’ll be in your debt.”

“Don’t sweat it,” you wave him off. “Call it even. I nearly ran you over, after all.”

The way he stops and turns around, tilting his head and clenching his hands together tells you that he might not actually listen to what you just said.

“It’s even.” You reiterate without even thinking, feeling compelled to repeat yourself just so the words would actually slip underneath the thick beskar that crowded around his head and embed themselves in his head. 

He just turns around and walks away, his cape swooshing aggressively despite the lack of wind in the dense forest. 

You stand there for a long moment, just watching his figure recede into the distance, never once faltering, never one looking back. The way he holds himself, with such confidence and rippling power, tells you that he’s an excellent bounty hunter, probably even better than yourself. It’s exciting. As you turn back to your speeder, a new sort of lightning lights up your veins, a new form of adrenaline.

You really do hope you’ll see him again. 

[iron-strangers]

What are your HCs about reader from Expanding Clan Mudhorn universe?

OMG my first ask!! Thank you for sending this, anon. Keep it coming, I love answering them

Anyways, this is how i picture reader a.k.a. Rid'ika from ECM

Rid'ika is Din's favorite nickname for his riduur, it literally means 'little wife' because everyone used to call her 'Alor's little wife' for a while after they got married.

Rid'ika then proceed to punch them all in the face.

Rid'ika has known Grogu since they both lived in the temple.

Rid'ika was raised in the Jedi Temple during the Clone Wars. She was a jedi healer padawan. Her master smuggled her out when order sixty-six happened, she was then found by Fenn Rau and adopted into his clan.

Rid'ika was trained by another jedi during the rebels era. Her second master knighted her with his dying word.

Rid'ika's beskar'gam color is red with black streak, for justice and honoring her parents, both Fenn'buir and her dead masters. The Mudhorn is painted in Din's silver color on her right pauldron, the left one has Jedi Order insigna painted in red.

Her lightsaber still has the original kyber she ran away with. It was blue then, but she touched the dark side once, resulting the kyber to changed into purple.

Rid'ika still has PTSD whenever she's surrounded by fire and she hasn't been to Coruscant again since she got away.

Rid'ika's ship is called The Defender, yes, so does her son. No, the ship actually came first.

Rid'ika is banned in thirteen (13) Inner Rim systems, including Alderaan (thankfully the planet exploded, so it's just 12 now)

Greef Karga sent Din a copy of Rid'ika's old bounty puck for his Space Christmas present.

Overall, Rid'ika is a menace and I hope you all love her too 🩷

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: First steps to friendship

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I hope everyone had a good week. I just want to put this out there as someone who works in the medical field, please be kind to doctors, nurses, technicians, receptions, and cleaning crews.

Just be kind in general. I had a rough week with a very rude patient. It might not seem like much but after a while it takes a toll. So to everyone and anyone who needs to hear this, thank you for all the hard work you do.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: discussions of lunch, trying to avoid isolation, mentions of past trauma (blink and you'll miss it), discussions of being dirty (physically), possible mud (use your imagination). If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER NINE

As we watched Taika and Misty munching away, it made me remember we needed to eat too, “Din, what do you want for lunch? There’s some leftovers from last night’s dinner or I could make us a sandwich and salad …”

“You know…” he cut her off, realizing he needed to make more of an effort with her. 

Sure she was his employee, but he was also the only person she knew out here. Cobb and Fennec were always busy in town and the surrounding areas,  and Fennec had even less time than Cobb, being Boba’s right hand. Then there was Grogu, and as fun and enjoyable he was for a little kid, it wasn’t the same as having someone around her own age to hang out with. 

He nodded to himself, resolving he needed to do better, “You did a really good job today, Ann. Looking after Bessie, milking her, noticing there was something off about her. You could’ve easily brushed it off, or not even bothered to tell me about it. But you did, and because you did, I can tell you there will be a new addition to the ranch. Nerfs have a faster gestation than most quadrupeds. We should have a new addition in a month or two depending on if it’s a bull or calf. Not to mention you fed the nunas and collected the eggs, even though I know it freaks you out a little. I even noticed that you stamped the eggs with the date, and put them away. Cleaned out the pens as best you could … before I got here.” He smirked.

I tilted my head to look at him, resting my head on my arms that were propped on the railing of the corral. I didn’t say much, simply looking at him as I narrowed my eyes at Din, “I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me, or if you’re being genuine”

He chuckled, as he glanced over to her, shaking his head. “Genuine, I’m being genuine,” he turned back to look at Taika and Misty, “plus, I owe you for this morning.” 

I smirked, focusing back on the horses, “So … does this mean, I’ll get a pay bump?”

“Ha! No.” He stood stretching, “However, I do believe, your good work today, and for my …”

“Assery?”

“That’s not even a word.”

“Words aren’t words, until you start using them more often”

Din shook his head laughing, “Anyway, I do believe this entitles you to lunch on me. How about we go into town for lunch? I know a good restaurant.”

“Oh, um … yeah, I guess…”

He hadn’t expected that reaction, “Do you not want to?” Din glanced over to her.

A thousand scenarios ran through my mind, my biggest concern was bringing danger to this small town, but … Fennec went through a lot to cover my tracks so I could make it here. I couldn’t keep hiding on the ranch like I was. I needed to stop letting my ex dictate terms. I needed to start living again. 

I closed my eyes, and reminded myself, I wasn’t that same weak girl, he initially married.

 “No. No.” I focused on the landscape before, taking in the beautiful mountains, the crisp air. I was far away from him. “I’m up for going into town. After all, I need to see more of this area, get to know the town and people. As beautiful as this ranch is, I can’t exactly be holed up here forever.”

“No. You can’t” he smiled.

 I smirked, as my eyes glanced down, looking over my dirty outfit, “Maybe I should change? Take a shower at least?” My hand subconsciously went to my forehead and hair, wiping away some of the sweat and dirt.

Din shrugged, “You can if you want to but there’s no need, we’re going to a diner, not some fancy five-star high-end Coruscant restaurant. Plus this is a farming town, we’re all used to being a little dirty.”

“Hmmm … Well, I guess, if you’re going like that” I motioned to his shirt, “then I guess I can go like this” I motioned to my less than stellar outfit.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” He looked down, sure there was dirt, hay, dust, some grass strains, and something … he hoped but wasn’t entirely sure was mud. The more he thought about it, the more he changed his opinion, “You know, now that you mention it, maybe a change of shirt wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

I chuckled, nodding in agreement, as he tried to flick a nondescript dark matter off his shirt towards me. I squealed, flinching away from him, increasing the distance between us. “Hey …” I held up my finger as I moved further away, “I’ll have you know, I have enough of my own questionable dark matter on me, I don’t need to take on yours, too.” I shouted over to him, when I was far enough away and headed back into the house.  

Din watched as she headed back to the house, slipping off her boots before she went in. 

He stood in the open glancing over to the pens, the horses grazing, and Bessie chewing away as she stood there looking at him, and he couldn’t remember a time he felt this content from cleaning the pens and grooming Taika and Misty. He shook his head, pushing his thoughts aside as he headed into the house to change.

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Hiii!! I see Mr. Djarin and I must request 👀 Could we get Mando having some sort of fear of losing y/n? I love how you change your blog theme throughout the holidays and events btw it's so cute 🥰

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~𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓 x Reader: Separation Anxiety~

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"oh sorry guys I don't write with any anxiety topics"

also me: DIN WITH SEPARATION ANXIETY!!!!

Also my black text thingy STILL ISN'T WORKING (TUMBLR FIX NOW PLS DARLING) so I just didn't use any color...which is entirely against every cell in my body because I like the text color to match the character, but it's not working so I'm forced to just leave it all BORING :(((

ALSO DJDJDHDSHAWOWI THANK YOU SO MUCH ⭐REMEMBERRR THIS IS ALL PART OF THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 3 EVENT THINGY! Any requests I get with Mando will be done BEFORE any other requests in my inbox! This goes all week long!⭐

Note: this is a little bit after Grogu went bye bye with Luke. I made Mando all dumb and clingy C:

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~He seemed to be fine for a few days, he obviously missed the kid but didn't really show it much. Maybe just a bit quieter than usual.

~which basically means he was silent because he already doesn't talk much

~He seemed a bit more unfocused when he picked up bounty hunting again. He came back injured more often than he used to.

~Because his brain was completely focused on you instead of what he was doing. Would you be gone by the time he got back? What are you doing? Are you hurt right now???? No, you're fine. BUT WHAT IF-

~Worried you might just decide to leave him. The Kid left him because he wanted to go, would you leave just because you wanted to as well? Maybe it would just be better for you to, anyway. Life with a bounty hunter? You can't like him enough to stay in a life of danger.

~It doesn't matter how long you've been with him, he'll still worry that you don't like this life.

~Grogu left because it was his "destiny" or whatever, he didn't want to leave, right??

~Okay so basically he's just a mess you get the point

~He always seems to be hovering over you, now. Watching from the doorway, and when you say something about it, he just says he was checking on you.

~It gets annoying and then he's annoyed and embarrassed that you're annoyed and now he's stressed and kind of sad. He thinks he's being oversensitive and now he's even annoying himself. help him omg

~He starts getting way more violent than he used to be during hunts. Anything to protect you.

~Din's just realizing how important you really are to him. Doesn't understand how much something means to him until it's gone, he's learned, so now he's around you and just...looking at you and appreciating you and being so freaking worried over something that doesn't exist and isn't happening

~Super stressed out if you ever need to leave to do something, or even if you just want to go shop around or get something to eat.

~It comes off as him being super annoyed, but he honestly just doesn't want to see your back when you leave, and he's scared of you getting injured, kidnapped, ect.

~He used to always be fine with you doing literally whatever you wanted because he knew you could handle yourself. Now he's worried about the smallest thing happening and does not want you going anywhere.

~(Y/N): I'm going out to eat

~Din: we have food at home

~Clings to you and then tells you that you're the one following him when you say something about it. He gets embarrassed.

~But then he feels bad and realizes that's a form of gaslighting you so he rejects what he said and tells you that you're right.

~Really, he's just an emotional mess. He gets over it slowly, but Din really just wants to make sure you're safe and that you're happy with him. After Grogu left with Luke, you're the only person he has to take care of. He likes feeling needed by you 🥺

~So now you're the baby!

~He did already have separation anxiety due to his parents :( so now it's worse. It's not permanent, but he definitely starts overthinking about you and your safety.

~Just be patient with him, he'll be okay.

~The man just worries a lot and loves you.

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[dindjarindiaries]

I have seriously been thinking hard about this season. I know that there are people who don’t think Din has had character growth, or has been push aside, but I totally think he has. Din has never been overly emotional. He is struggling emotionally, as evidenced by the darksaber still being heavy for him, but he does it internally. He kept going when he lost Kuil. He kept going when he lost the Crest. He didn’t even show much emotion when Grogu was taken by the Dark Troopers. He’s very stoic and to want him to struggle with his identity is a fair thing to want, it’s just not something Din is going to do visually.

I also feel that they are very purposefully setting up Bo as leader as like a misdirection, but something will happen to change that. Either Bo will…not be leader for some reason….or they will lead together. It’s just Din needs to get to the point where he can see himself as leader. He absolutely does not see himself as a leader. As far as Din is concerned his quest is done. He has his son. He has been redeemed. He is ready to live his life in the covert with Grogu. It’s always been the Armorer…and I guess Paz as like her right hand…have always been higher in status then Din. I mean when you first meet Din in season one he doesn’t even have a signet. You get the sense that his station is lower in the covert. So he is going back to that position. Or he is trying to at least. The Armorer and Bo have shown him he can lead. That other Mandalorians will listen to him. Giving Bo the saber was so smart because Ace Woves would absolutely not have followed Din. However, he would follow Bo and Bo standing up for Din will help change Axe’s mind about Din. Plus….we still have the Mythosaur. If Grogu/Din can tame the Mythosaur then who knows. Co-rulers maybe possible.

All of this is to say that Din seems off because this is how he views himself (at least right now.). He is content to be in the background because that is what he is use too. That is what he knows. He is learning. Season 1 Din would never had spoken to the covert like Din did this season, but he still has some growing to do. We spent two seasons joking about how he doesn’t seem like a main character for a reason. Din has always acted liked this. It’s just more obvious now because the world is expanding. He has potential to lead. He just needs to see it.

Anyway, tl;dr I love Din Djarin so much and people aren’t being fair too him.

This is a perfect, perfect summary of my own thoughts. I cannot thank you enough for sharing this. You’re incredible.

[grogusmum]

MARCH: In Which, Beans Are Not Beans, Eggs Are Everyplace and I Have To Eat Them (this is doing my part, people!) An Eostre Story as told by Grogu Djarin

WORD COUNT: 1000ish

RATED: G

WARNINGS: excessive fluff and sassafras, oh and food. Lots of food.

A/N: Here is the March installment of The Wheel of the Year, my theme for @yearofcreation2023. Organized by the effervescent @oonajaeadira and @writeforfandoms Ostara or Eostre marks the vernal equinox, the first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere and one of the two days when the amount of daylight and darkness is equal- and from here on in the days get longer. Ever wonder where all the bunnies and eggs in the Easter celebration come from? It comes from this holiday right here.��

During a milestone celebration, I did a Grogu Character Takeover and got this ask-

Have you ever seen rabbits on the farm or is big ears the only rabbit you’ve met? That reminds me, since you like eggs so much have you heard about Easter which is all about hunting for eggs. I think you’d be amazing at it. Did you know bunnies can be made out of chocolate?

I thought it might be fun to expand on Grogu’s answer for this month's year of creation fic.  This is set in A Galaxy Far Far Away AU. Here is a link to that series (though you don't really have to read it to get what's going on here except that Din and Grogu are on Earth with a pagan f!reader who lives in a house called Juniper Cottage.) This is not a “witchy” one, but I hope you enjoy!

At Jupiter Cottage, Easter is called Éostre, but I was told when it comes to eggs and bunnies they are very the same! This is one of those Special Days on the calendar on the wall. And that means fun and food!

First is The Preparation. 

When I waked up one day the Jupiter Cottage had bunnies everywhere. Wooden ones, and softy ones, plus also ones that might break so please do not force lift them, thank you very much. AAAALLLLL the winter decorations were gone and the little seeds we planted on the windowsill a few weeks ago on that day about guessing when spring comes were peeking out of the dirt! 

But the most important thing is collecting eggs. This is a thing I am very good at. And the hens do not mind one bit!! We have “an Agreement”. That is permission to eat their eggs. I was very shocked by this news cuz my past experience with eating eggs was… well, let’s just say- Not. Great.  ANYWAYS, all the hens love me very a lot and we are best friends. Eva is the only hen in the hen home that gives us white eggs, so we had been saving up her eggs for a little while so we would have plenty of white eggs “for coloring”.

This is what you do: the eggs get boiled up first. This can be a frustrating process. Cuz if they crack, you can not color them. But I do not mind it, cuz I get to eat The Mistakes! Then they go in little cups. The cups all have their own colors- there is blue water, and red water, plus also yellow water, and all the waters smell weird. I am NOT allowed to drink ANY of them! 

I had trouble remembering this rule. 

We dipped the eggs in, and when they came out! They were all the colors of red and purple, yellow and blue, and green (my favorite)! This is cuz of mixing colors together and making other colors! WHAT?! Dad and Me were taught to draw pictures on the eggs before putting them in the color water with this little magic crayon! It was a very big surprise I tell you, cuz you couldn’t see what you drawed at all! Then, after putting them into the waters, WOW, the drawings is RIGHT THERE! We drawed rabbits and suns, plus also mudhorns…. and frogs a-course.

I was so excited at bedtime the night before Éostre! I was thinking about that bunny visiting us and giving me chocolate and things. I got wiggley, plus also very giggling, and stopping wiggling and giggling is hard, I tell you!

Dad sighed his sigh of you are my dear child, who never does anything wrong ever, but I am just a tired father many times.

The sun waked up and waked me up, so it was not my fault at all! So I waked Dad and he said, all super sleepy and gravel, I’m sleeping, lil womp rat.

So I just went out to peek out the door for the surprises the Éostre Bunny left for me. I brought Long Ears with me. (You know who Long Ears is, right? Yeah, we’ve discussed that guy) Cuz she is an expert being a bunny and all. I found a trail of the tiniest color eggs I have ever seen in my entire life. First, I sniffed it, and then I tasted one, cuz that is what I do! And they were so yummy! They did not taste like ANY egg I have EVER had, and I have had many eggs, even some we do not talk about!

(Frogs are friends, not food!)

ANYWAYS I was informed later that they are called “jelly beans”. But they are not beans at all, they are candy, so a Special Treat! Which is code for I can not have them all the time, which is not what I want to hear, Father!

How can they not be beans, it says bean in its very own name!? Like Candy Corns, did you know they are not corns at all? I was shocked by that news. But I do not care so much cuz candy corn is not so much… good. It is sweet. But… blah, crayony. How I know what crayons taste like is another story, that I am not telling at this time.

The jelly not-beans leaded to a basket, oh boy! It had so many good, good things! Chocolate rabbits! Well, rabbit SHAPED chocolate. I got a little concerned. And so did Long Ears! And these guys called Peepses! Have you had them?! Like baby chicks BUT NOT! These peepses are yellow with white fluffy fluff inside and chocolate on their bottoms. Plus also a wooden duck guy that you pull with a string and his big orange feet go whap whap whap on the floor and his bill goes quack quack quack and I walked him around and around! Oh and a little wooden cup on a stick, plus also an egg on a string… it is a game of trying to swing the egg into the cup. This is hard. And the egg is hard. And bonky when it hits you in the face.

Dad likes it and is good at it. He says I will get better, I just need to practice. I just walked that Duck guy around some more.

In New Hampster it is still cold outside even when it is Spring. Sometimes it snows. But not this time… So when it was not “the crack of dawn, for kriff sake” we went outside to do The Egg Hunt. It is a good thing I am a good egg finder! Cuz eggs was every place- under blueberry bushes and the jupiter bushes a-course, and in the garden shed and under Clara, which was funny. She said, Grogu did I lay a purple egg!? And I said, no silly chicken!

Pfft, I love her, but that guy. We also went for a walk in the woods to look for green and had a feast! 

Then a special moment happened! That was the Moment of the Equimox! This is when the sun moves across a line on Earth. And you get to do an eggsparmint. That is standing an egg up on one end, and it will stay! Or so they say, cuz we tried and tried… Dad and me were skepical.

And that is the special day of Eostre at Jupiter Cottage. And it was a good thing I like eggs so much, cuz we had to eat them for DAYS! We ate them hard boil, and devils, plus also salad samich.

this is Long Ears.

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[ooops-i-arted]

filoni called anakin "the greatest jedi of all time" in the ahsoka sneak peak lmaooo that's wild. just the cherry on top of the slop he's been serving us in recent years.

is that why other jedi in his works are often trashed and his darling favorite oc ahsoka is so elevated in importance? is that why he doesn't know jack shit about attachments and constantly misrepresents it, because to him, jedi are the big meanies that tried preventing anakin from boning padme? someone please stop this man.

Ah, anon, did you sense a disturbance in the Force that brought you here? Instagram forced me to look at the new Ahsoka trailer about forty times today and I'm sure my saltiness is palpable. Every time I hear that orange fucktart say "Heir to the Empire" I could rip up his stupid notebook emblazoned with Ahsoka's symbol I saw in a behind the scenes post with my bare hands.

I think Filoni's Anakin (not canon Anakin, not the one in the prequel films, because TCW Anakin is NOT Anakin* and I will die on this hill) is a dear OC to Filoni, but of course not on the same level of Ahsoka. So of course he's speshul just the way Ahsoka is. The Jedi ~just don't understaaaaaaand them~ and they DESERVE special treatment and to break the rules like many an amateur writers' OCs.

*Apparently the TCW Anakin voice actor was told to "do a mix of Luke and Han" so clearly staying in-character for Anakin was never on the radar.

I did see a post I can't find now that was directed at Anakin stans, not Filoni, but it was interesting because it said basically Anakin is called the greatest Jedi of all time by his stans but they really mean "the most powerful Jedi of all time." Because he possibly/probably was, whether you go by midi-chlorians or just demonstrated power with the Force. But the post went on to say the Jedi don't value power like that, don't measure by it, so it's a fandom projection to say Anakin was the "greatest of the Jedi." Which makes sense to me, because the greatest of an organization wouldn't be the one who destroys them. And how are we measuring "greatness" anyway? Overall accomplishment? Skill with the Force? Number of people helped/saved (and do you get a penalty for people you hurt/kill)? Does Yoda win by default just because he's had longer than everyone else to rack up Jedi Greatness points and longer to practice his skills? Personally I would pick Revan, powerful in the Force, made a huge impact in her day, and her redemption (if you play Light Side like I did) was actively undoing the damage she did and defeating Malak for good, not just killing a Sith to save her own loved one and then dying. And of course I'll freely admit part of that is because she's one of my favorite characters. The point is, it's subjective. And Filoni has shown again and again he cannot be subjective about his faves. Just look at TCW Character Bo getting the Darksaber literally handed to her by the main character being shafted in his own show.

Oooo, since you're here, wanna hear an absolutely RANCID crack theory I had today? What if the whole Din Grogu thing is setting up some obscure Outer Rim tradition of taking on another's name with your own so that Filoni has an excuse to have Luke say "Oh Ahsoka, you are so wise and perfect and the Best Jedi Of All Time Who Truly Embodies What Filoni Thinks A Jedi Should Be, I would like to go by Ahsoka Luke now! Who's Padme anyway, no one important." While Filoni claps and honks like a seal as Ahsoka Luke Skywalker appears in the credits. Okay it's very silly but I put nothing past him.

[tommysversion]

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.

[mykingdomforasong]

"Din giving away the Dark Saber is okay actually because he never wanted it in the first place!"

I mean ... did he though?

First of all, a character just getting what they want with little effort or consideration is just weak story telling. Wants versus needs is one of the most basic elements of character development. So, "Din never wanted it anyway" isn't actually a good defense, even if it were true. It's still fundamentally weak storytelling. There was no development there, no introspection, no chance for him to decide what it might actually mean for him to keep it and use it. We see him go from a lone wolf to a dad, so what would it mean for him to go from a dad to a real leader of his people?

But more to the point, the narrative is ambiguous about whether or not he does want it, or if he would be interested in keeping it. Sure, right after rescuing Grogu he's willing to give it to Bo-Katan. He doesn't know what it is, and he's more interested in getting Grogu to safety.

But in BoBF, we do see him use it, train with it, and fight Paz for the right to keep it. We never see him try to give it away again, we never see him offer it to Bo-Katan again. There's a strong argument to be made that he was considering keeping it and using it to lead.

Now, obviously, we don't know how he's feeling. Because they've simply refused to let us see Din contemplative at all this season. His emotions and his decision making have been obfuscated. We don't know how he feels about the saber, leadership, atonement, his covert, Bo-Katan .... We keep speed running through what should be (and were in the past) big emotional moments. No, the show has never paused on these moments for long, but we see him make the choice to go back for Grogu in S1. We see him make the choice to give Grogu to the Jedi, and make the choice remove his helmet for Grogu in S2. So the show can and has allowed for emotional spaces like these before.

To be clear, it's not a fundamentally bad thing that he gives the saber away. What I'm critiquing is that, despite the number of episodes that have passed, we've never gotten Din actually thinking about what the saber means to him. We don't know why he wants to give it up now, if that was an easy or hard choice, if he ever imagined himself as the Mand'alor.

If I were to script doctor the season, I'd give Din moments where he considers what keeping it and using it to lead might mean. He does seem to want to bring Mandalorian's together (see: "Our people are scattered like stars in the galaxy"). But maybe he sees that 1) Bo-Katan is better at using the weapon, 2) she's a better diplomat and leader in general, 3) she knows much more about the planet of Mandalore and the culture, and 4) more people are likely to follow her because of her lineage. And so that is when he makes the choice to give her the saber, sacrificing his own desires and ambitions for the good of the Mandalorian people (again, a want to be the leader, and a need to step back and let the more qualified person do it).

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann and Erik Tiemens, of the Seeing Stone on Tython. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 6, The Tragedy.

“No, Grogu, we don’t have enough room for one.” 

The Mandalorian looked at his petite apprentice and sighed. They had been arguing for over an hour and nothing was going to change his mind.

Grogu grumbled at him and pouted.

“Buddy, like I told you when you first brought this up, we don’t actually have enough land to build it. That’s just the way it is.”

Grogu continued to pout, turned around, and stomped out of the cabin. It was all the Mandalorian could do to not laugh out loud. He’d learned the hard way that Grogu never forgot a slight. 

There was the time that Din Djarin had told the little one that he couldn’t have another fresh frozen froglet because it would upset his stomach. Grogu hadn’t been happy about that, but he grudgingly agreed. Then, as the Mandalorian was clearing the table, he tripped over nothing and the one container that went flying was the one with the frogs. Of course Grogu managed to reach it before Din could and of course Grogu ate the froglets as quickly as he could. The next morning Grogu was groaning because he had a stomach ache and didn’t want to do his lessons. 

But this time his apprentice had to understand that, even if they had the land, the time, the equipment, a much, much larger ship, Nevarro still didn’t have anything like the history with the Force that Tython had. The Seeing Stone and it’s megaliths would never work here the way they worked there. Din Djarin was certain of it. 

Grogu, for his part, was just as adamant that he could make it work. 

It was true that Grogu had done some amazing things with the Force. Things that Din Djarin couldn’t explain. But, despite that, he still didn’t think that Grogu was being reasonable when he asked if they could rebuild the Tython temple in their yard on Nevarro. It just seemed like a bad idea to him. Grogu did not agree.

It all started innocently enough. Grogu commented that he’d like to take a trip to Tython. The Mandalorian asked him why and Grogu said he really hadn’t seen very much of the planet and there was supposed to be an abandoned Jedi temple there and maybe if he found it he could tell Luke about it and Luke could use that one for his school rather than the one on Ossus.

“I thought you liked Ossus?”

Din had heard enough about the planet to feel like he had traveled all around it, rather that just spending part of a day there and then being turned away by Ahsoka Tano without ever getting to speak with Grogu. 

Grogu had grunted and sighed.

“Does he know you call it ‘Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp’?”

Grogu had giggled. The Mandalorian loved that sound. It meant everything to him. The joy and happiness of childhood encapsulated in a single sound.

“Okay. I understand. Anyway, why would the Jedi have more than one temple on the same planet? That seems strange, doesn’t it?”

It had been a simple observation. A simple question. Mandalorians tended to build something once and that was that. Except when it came to capitals. They had duplicated many of the features of Keldabe when they moved the capital to Sundari. He had been happy about that after their trip to Keldabe. 

Grogu however was silent. He didn’t answer the question and he didn’t ask for food or anything else. He closed his eyes and his lips began to move in an out. The Mandalorian had never seen him do that before. 

When Grogu finally opened his eyes and stopped the whole lip thing, he chirped, cooed and chattered at his dad, at a rapid pace that Din Djarin could barely keep up with. 

“Buddy, what do you mean you want to move the temple here? Where here? And which temple? No, not which temple, why? Why do this at all?”

Then Grogu gave the Mandalorian all of his reasons at once. He’d be able to keep track of Luke and Ahsoka and any other Jedi who remained in the galaxy. And he would be able to communicate with them. Then they could build the school on Nevarro as well and Grogu could keep an eye on the younglings. That meant also meant that it would be the first Jedi temple built someplace the Sith had never built a temple. So it couldn’t be corrupted. Easy peasy.

“Grogu, Luke already has his school built. I don’t know if he has any students, but he has the buildings. He must have picked Ossus for a good reason. Ahsoka Tano must have told Luke about the seeing stone and other temple on Tython, but he still chose Ossus.”

Grogu grumbled that Luke chose Ossus because he thought he might find holocrons there, but they were already gone.

“Does Luke know they’re gone?”

If there was ever a question Din Djarin shouldn’t have asked, that apparently was the one. Grogu had explained to his master that they were gone, but when he was on Tython he felt two of them calling out to him. Luke did not believe him. Grogu even told Luke the names of the two masters, but still Luke didn’t believe him. Grogu reminded Luke that he was older than the young man and had studied more Jedi history than Luke could have in his few years of training. Apparently Luke got very upset with that and told Grogu that Master Yoda had guided Luke to Ossus. Then he had sent Grogu to meditate until he learned how to be respectful to his Master. Grogu had missed lunch, dinner, and breakfast the next morning. That had not been the Way!

“Okay, buddy. I get it. If we go there, we could look for the holocrons, but we are not going to transport a Jedi temple back here just so you can prove to Luke that you are stronger in the Force than he is. I know you mean well, but some people just have to learn certain lessons in their own way and in their own time.”

Grogu started a whole new rant about protecting the temple, preventing Moff Gideon or one of his clones from going back there, giving Grogu a place to train, and saving them time from having to travel back and forth to Tython so he could use the Seeing Stone to contact Luke or Ahsoka if he needed to without going to Ossus. 

That brought them right back to not having enough room on their plot on Nevarro. Grogu couldn’t argue with that…

Din Djarin heard a strange sound and the whole cabin began to shudder. He ran out of the cabin to find Grogu holding both of his hands up. The Mandalorian swirled around and tried not to laugh. IT would just encourage him.

“Grogu! Put the N-1 back on the landing pad. This is not the way to make more room for your temple. I’ll talk to Karga and see if he can find a space for it. Okay? Now, put it down… gently, gently.”

Uff. Now, where was he going to find a transport for megaliths?