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festivals | din djarin
pairing: din djarin x reader; din djarin x military!reader; din djarin x general!reader
warnings: remembering of aq vetina, mentions of war
a/n: i’m back ya’ll. school really messed me up ANYWAYS we back with another dinny fic. the festival idea came from my own culture in Mexico with a celebration called Danza de los Viejitos!
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Spring on your planet was the time of a cycle where your planet gets the most visitors. You would know… you had to authorize every single ship that came into the atmosphere. You sat in the control center every day for the past 9 rotations authorizing ship after ship – making sure none of them came to cause trouble. Your planet could not take a hit like that anymore.
But it was finally the day.
Pink and purple skies, green leaves, and warm winds created the perfect day to hold the celebration of your culture’s history – the day your people escaped imprisonment and a life or servitude.
In 19 BBY, your planet was invaded by Gamorian raiders and the elders fought them off. Civilians and military, all passed 40 years old, stayed behind while they forced everyone younger on escape ships. They wanted to “protect the able ones from extinction.” Your father stayed behind, a 38-year-old general in the emperor’s army, stayed behind as your mother your two brothers, ages 12 and 16, and a 5-year-old you were loaded onto the ship, leaving your father behind to fight for his people.
When the fight was over, he became this planet’s emperor after Emperor Molur became ill and unable to rule.
That same year, a few civilians claiming to be from an attacked settlement named Aq Vetina entered the atmosphere. Your father couldn’t turn them away as he saw “fear and a cry for help” look in their eyes. He knew that look. He lived it. It hurt him when he saw a group of dirty, shaking individuals in need of help with nothing but the clothing on their backs. Their red robes and frightened demeanor became engrained in your mind and as you saw safer days, so did they.
Your father painted visual minds of how the elders, 60-year-olds, fought off the raiders with the skill set they once knew in their youth. The determination they had to fight for their planet was motivating and drove you to also protect your planet they way they did for you. That was when you decided to serve. You trained day and night all throughout your youth and into adulthood. When your father, or your emperor you should say, deemed you well, you entered the military along with your siblings.
Your eldest brother left the planet when he met his partner. He wanted to see what the galaxy and so he went. Your other brother left the military to pursue education. He loved children and took advantage of his patience and knowledge. You remained.
You worked and worked as you climbed the ranks. You wanted to earn your position and so you did. Your peers were elated for you and served well under you. You knew every soldier in the force by name and up to their grandparents. You loved your planet and everyone in it even if they weren’t born there.
Your father deemed this day in remembrance of those who gave the planet’s inhibitants the right to remain happy on this planet and celebrate their lives. He decided that spring would be the best season as the brightest colors came to light.
A tradition this festival had was a performance by civilians wearing an elder-resembling mask and clothing too big and dated to be their own. These masks were decorated in white rope hair, wrinkles, and big smiles. These civilians would wear these to bring their elders alive for one night. They would dance through the street as watchers threw flowers and cheered them on. It never failed to put a smile on your face.
This was a tradition ever since and now, in 19 ABY, it was bigger than ever. Every species you can possibly think of has been present at some point, but you have never seen a Mandalorian enter your planet.
That is until today.
“Identify yourself, Razor Crest,” you hear the private ask.
What in the Maker is a Razor Crest doing here?
“This is Razor Crest requesting to land.”
You roll your eyes. Yeah, no shit, you thought.
You gesture the private to hold. You walk over and hold down the button on the comm.
“What is your business here, Razor Crest.”
“The festival. Should there be another reason?” a gruff voice answers.
You tilt your head. Why do I have a bad feeling?
“Stage 91 is clear to land. Over.”
“Stage 91. Heard.”
You allow the private to move on to the next ship in line. You take a deep breath in and decide its best to quiet this questioning voice in your head. You’ll just see for yourself, you said to yourself.
“Are the Sergeants on the field?” You ask the private.
“Yes, General. All 12 Sergeants and 38 Captains are out in the field making their rounds.”
You nod. “Very well.” You look over your shoulder and look at the other privates on the datapads. “Private Lukis,” you call out.
The poor young man, no more than 21, quickly stands, dropping items from the desk, and salutes. “Yes, General. Private Lukis at your attention.”
You stifle a laugh, and you shake your head in disbelief. “Private. I understand you’re new, but I’ve told you numerous times that you simply answer with yes, General. None of that is needed okay, son?”
Still saluting, he replies with, “Yes, General.”
“Put your hand down, son, and call a land speeder for me.”
He quickly nods his head, gives a yes general and proceeds to call in for a speeder.
As you go to walk towards the door, you look over to him and call for him again. He looks at you, saying yet another yes general and smiles. “You’re doing great, Private. I’m appreciative of your aid in the force.”
“Thank you, General.” He exclaims, his face turning red. “I am happy to be here.”
With that you left to go see this Razor Crest.
You waited as you saw the ramp go down with a hiss. You stand at attention with a Sergeant to your right and a Captain to your left.
Your eyes widen at the glimpse of beskar and take a deep breath. You slowly exhale as the broad warrior makes his way down.
“Is this how you greet all of your guests?” he dryly says.
“For the guests we find unsual, yes. What’s your business here, Mandalorian?” you sternly ask.
“Heard there was a festival.”
You simply nod.
“Am I allowed to be here?”
You remain looking at the warrior as you command the other officials to move on.
“I take it you brought more guests on that ancient craft of yours?”
“Just me.”
You take a couple of steps towards him. He doesn’t flinch.
“I’ve never seen a Mandalorian on this planet before. You leave your clan somewhere else?”
“Yes.”
“How unfortunate. They would have loved the festival. Do you enjoy dancing, warrior?”
“No.”
You let out a single chuckle. “By the end of the night, you will. Enjoy the festival, Mandalorian. I suggest you have plenty of credits on hand… with the treats they sell, you’ll want to buy some for the trip.”
“Thank you, General.”
You bid farewell and walk towards your landspeeder. You look back at the warrior and notice he’s still looking at you. “How did you know I was a general?”
“Your confidence. It would be a waste for you not to be.”
You smirk at this. “And the stars on your lapel give it away,” he continues.
You look at your embroidered stars and smile. “Good eye, Mandalorian.” He nods in appreciation as you hop on the land speeder.
“I’ll see you around, warrior.”
“I’m sure,” he says.
You ask the droid to be taken to the palace. You have to get ready too.
Bright colors flow as you walk the streets of the festival. Paper decorations and string lights go from streetlight to streetlight and the sound of laughing children sing songs to your ears. You walk with your father as you both greet anyone who comes in your way. Your father, dressed in an intricate silk number with florals and bright colors, is the embodiment of happiness. His smile is even brighter than the jewelry he wears. You, having gone with a black number with an embroidered masterpiece of bright colored patterns, take in the sight of it all.
As you continue on, you spot a glimmer of silver in the corner of your eye. You turn your head and spot the Mandalorian from earlier, leaning against a tree. You offer a small wave and he returns a nod.
“I want eyes on my father at all times while I’m gone, do you understand?” you speak into the commlink.
“Yes, General. Delta and Sierra on him,” your captain replies.
You excuse yourself from your father’s side and receive a kiss your hand as he smiles at you. You can be the most frightening general in the galaxy, but you are never too tough for a kiss from your father.
You walk towards the Mandalorian and spot the wooden trinket in his hands. “I see you found Mister Ferin’s stand. His work is stunning, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he replies. He sounds much different than earlier today. Is he upset?
“I must admit I have many of his trinkets. He made me a carousel when I was young and I still cherish it everyday.”
“He’s very talented.”
You look at the Mandalorian and are met with your reflection in his visor. “Would you like to walk with me, warrior?”
He pushes himself off the trunk of the tree. “Very well. Lead the way.”
And so you do.
You showed him your favorite drink stand and even convinced him to try one. He refused to take off his helmet, so you improvised. You connected two straws so it would slide under his helmet.
It worked.
You showed him the dance of the elders. He paid attention to every detail of it. He asked about the history, the significance of the colors, and even the music. You felt comfortable. You were more than happy to talk about and when he asked for specifics, your heart fluttered.
How was this beskar-clad stranger so much more interested in the history than anyone you have ever met? Everyone else came for the parties, but he wanted to learn.
He came to learn.
You walked some more as he drank from his two-straw drink. He asked to stop by again and you happily agreed. You got to know him too. You had learned that he had a son – a foundling, he said. You knew he was taken in by Mandalorians and you knew about the events of the last couple of rotations. His stride was confident and was openly speaking to you as if you were best friends the whole time, but then he stopped abruptly. You looked over at him.
“Mando? You okay?”
His visor stayed fixed at the view in front of you.
That’s when you saw it.
He became vulnerable.
His stance turned frail, and his chest began to heave. You looked over and spot an elderly couple sitting on a bench in their red robes, taking in the scene of the festival.
You asked again. “Mandalorian, what did you see?”
“Where did they get those robes?” He gruffed out. There was no emotion behind the question. It felt as if he wasn’t there anymore.
“I… They’ve always had them. That’s what they came here with.”
“Came from where?” He turned to you.
“Their settlement. It was a long time ago. Remember when I said our planet got attacked? So did theirs, except… not many survived from their settlement.”
He stomped over to the couple and you hurried after him. He stopped in front of the couple.
“Where did you get those robes. Where are you from?”
The woman gasped at the Mandalorian, but the man remained still. He eyed the warrior before him.
“What’s it to you, bucket?”
You quickly answer. “I’m so sorry to alarm you, Mister and Missus Pescur.”
“What settlement did you come from?” The Mandalorian asked, more softly now. “I- I know these robes.”
“I doubt it,” the elderly man says. “We were not Mandalorians. Just peaceful civilians who were attacked.”
“You are from Aq Vetina.”
“So what?”
“I… I was born on Aq Vetina. My mother and father were killed in the attack and I was taken in by the Mandalorians. I- I didn’t… I didn’t know there were any survivors.”
“Yeah? Well, you know now, bucket. We have lived peacefully on this planet so do not go around running that rusted helmet about it. The Emperor and the General have kept us safe. You mess that up, I’ll hunt you down myself.”
“Mister Pescur, I assure you this warrior means no harm. He is my guest.”
His wife stands and looks at the Mandalorian. “You are from Aq Vetina?”
He sighs. “Yes.”
Her frail hand slowly reaches for him. He eases his body’s tension and allows Mrs. Pescur to pat the back of his gloved hand. “You’ve seen many things in your life, haven’t you son?”
“Yes,” he chokes out.
“You needn’t be so rude!” She says slapping her husband’s knee. “This poor young man was blind sighted! Apologize!”
Mando chuckles, shaking his helmet side to side. “I should be apologizing.”
Mr. Pescur stands in front of Mando as he sizes him up. “Prove it.”
“Prove what?”
“Prove to me you are one of us,” he says. “I’ll apologize when I see that you lost something just like we did.”
You shift your gaze over to this beskar-clad warrior. You hear a sigh modulate through as he whispers his agreeance. You watch him as he lifts the lapel of a pouch on his belt and pulls a beaded bracelet. Obsidian pearls polished to perfection all tied together with a braided red string. He reluctantly hands it to Mr. Pescur with shaky hands.
“My family name is Djarin,” he states. “My father was a mechanic, fixed anything with a gear… and my mother was a sea-“
“A seamstress,” Mr. Pescur finishes. “Din? Little Din that always ruined his red robes when it rained?”
His wife gasped. “The little boy who would always ask to be hidden from that womp weasel in the market?”
What a small galaxy, you thought.
Within a blink of an eye, the old couple had their arms wrapped around Mando. “My boy,” Mr. Pescur tearfully says, “look how you’ve grown.”
Mando, or Din as you learned, did not reciprocate the hugging interaction. He was paralyzed. “I don’t remember a Pescur family,” he mentions.
“We changed our name here!” Mrs. Pescur exclaims. “My name is Lurina. Do you remember? You’d hide at my mother’s post at the market and would always ask for a berry treat when you left. I must have been in my 20s at the time.”
“Yes!” Din remembered. “You would always carry a blue satchel with the extras for the post.” Mrs. Pescur laughed as she confirmed his memory. Din turned to Mr. Pescur and pointed. “You would help my father when he would fix the generators. You’d always stop by her post.”
As the couple went on and on about the memories they remember from their settlement, Din looked over to you.
“I had no idea that there were any survivors… let alone ever find them. Thank you.”
You shot him a confused, yet genuine smile. “Why are you thanking me?”
“For allowing me to walk these streets.”
You placed a hand on his arm – a wordless you’re welcome. You remained with the couple for a few more minutes before they decided to go back home. You watched as they bid their farewells and Mrs. Pescur sliding the ornate bracelet on Din’s wrist. Din stopped them with a low wait.
He slowly removed his helmet and looked back up and the couple. Mrs. Pescur smiled and ran to him. She wrapped her arms around him as he did her, giving her a short squeeze. As they let go, Mrs. Pescur pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek as she spoke, your parents would be so proud.
Mr. Pescur took his time walking to Din. He reached a hand up and laid it on Din’s other cheek, gently patting it. Din took matters into his own hands and hugged the elder man, giving him a squeeze too. Mr. Pescur laughed and joked Squeeze me with that build of yours and I’ll pop, boy.
The lights over your head became brighter the more you stood there. You patiently waited for Din to slide his helmet back on, but he took a hold of your hand instead. A bold move, you thought. He looked to you and smiled.
Who knew you liked dimples and brown eyes? He wore them well.
“General,” he promptly said. “The night is still young. I’d like to see more of this festival.”
“You a dancer? Because that’s what you are going to get dragged into at this time,” you joke.
“As long as it is with you,” he confesses, “I am willing to make a fool of myself.”
“You don’t even know me, Mandalorian.”
“You can call me Din.” You nod.
“Alright Din, still doesn’t; change the fact that you don’t know me.”
“You’re right… but I’d like to.”
You can’t help but to blush at that. You nod and look around as you hear the music in the background. “Squirt some oil in that armor of yours, Din.” You interlock your fingers with his. You shot a grin in his direction as you bobbed your head towards the music. “We’re going to a festival.”
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LYNN THIS WAS JUST-
SHIT YOU GOT ME FLUSTERED, BLUSHING, AND IN NEED OF KING!DIN WHAT THE FUCK. 😩❤️
Royal Affairs - VI
Confrontations and Declarations
Rating: M
Warnings: This chapter is rather light when it comes to warnings, but there are still a few!! Light fondling/groping, very brief allusion to a breeding kink? and some sexual innuendo
Pairing: King!Din x Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 3k
A/N: WOW! It’s been a hot minute, and I’m so sorry y’all!! Life’s been really rough, and I’d taken a bit of a break from writing, because I know that I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to work on these stories, and trying to force myself to write when I didn’t want to would be doing myself, the characters, and you all as readers a huge disservice. That being said, I’m doing better now, and I’m back to working on my WIPS!!! Ofc I had to work on our fav, King Din first!!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it is long overdue!!
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SPICY GLOWSTICK 💀
Bo-Katan: Gideon has a weapon called the Darksaber that he st—
Din: Don’t care, didn’t ask, sounds tacky. Please help me get my son back.
Moff Gideon: I have the Darksaber—
Din: SO SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!! GIVE ME MY SON!!
Bo-Katan: You won the Darksaber. You are ruler of Mandalore now.
Din: I LITERALLY could not make this any clearer. I do. Not. Fucking. Care. Take your spicy glowstick and leave me and my son alone!
THIS 😂
january march june...
i swear 2021 is my friend.
guess who’s back
back again.
dee-dee’s back.
OKAY. School has me fucked messed up with 72 ASSIGNMENTS IN 3 WEEKS AND I AM BARELY FUNCTIONING.
But I only have 3 more of those assignments to do and I am back to normality which means I can get back into writing. I had a beautiful soul message me and ask if I was okay and when I tell you I cried.. I CRIED. Thank you for checking on me 🥰
anyways... WE OUT HERE READY TO GOOOOO. I haven’t even had time to check if anyone sent in requests or taglist notices so if you sent something in and i have not replied to you ... pls I do apologize...
IN OTHER NEWS... my love for the sassy bearded jedi master has been rekindled and i want to start posting his fics on my sideblog so if obi-wan is your cup of tea... stay tuned.
MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS 🥺😭❤️
For the Kid
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i LIVE for neighbor au’s and you make me want a marcus pike 😔 i love you and your writing.
Coffee and breakfast - neighbor au (14)
Pairing- Marcus Pike x fem!reader
Summary- You decide to surprise Marcus with breakfast and coffee, of course nothing goes to plan. (Featuring a healthy dose of cat shenanigans too.)
Warnings- Food mention, allusions to sex but no actual smut or anything more explicit than some kissing, I try to keep things as vague as possible in terms of reader body type descriptions etc. but there is a moment where she wears Marcus’ shirt.
Word count- 1,609
A/N- Thank you to @chibi-liz05 for beta reading!
This is part 14 of my neighbor au find the other parts here!
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It’s late when you get back to the apartment block. The date had been somewhat spontaneous, Marcus had a rough few days at work so you’d taken it upon yourself to do something to take his mind off things. It seemed to be working if the carefree smile on his face was any indication. You’re standing in the hallway between your apartment and his; hand in hand and still laughing about how terrible the movie had been.
“I should go.” You say, disappointment evident in your voice, “If we stay out here chatting much longer Mrs. Jones will definitely have some complaints in the morning.” You nod your head towards her apartment a few doors down the hall.
“Ah, well we don’t want that.” He chuckles, leaning in to give you a kiss. The goodbye kisses are something you’ve come to expect, but it never fails to make your heart flutter in your chest, “Goodnight.”
“Night, Marcus.”
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MY HEART OMG THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL. ❤️
Take Me To Church: 15
Rating: Explicit
a/n: This is the official end of Take Me To Church, with one more epilogue chapter planned. I want to thank every single person who ever read this - it was the first thing I ever wrote and it holds a very special place in my heart, right alongside these two love sick fools.
I want to give a special thank you to @filthybookworm, who has supported me endlessly during this entire process - she knows and loves this story and these characters just as much as I do and I literally couldn’t have done it without her or her incredible playlists.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE CREST
The light of the fire flickers over the kid’s scrunched features, his head bent over the book splayed open on his knees and his voice is clear and steady as he reads aloud. Din sits next to him, his arms open wide in his lean against the fallen tree trunk and he listens, his attention on the kid, his eyes on the bounty.
Hard to track in the first place, the man has been nothing but trouble since they caught him - weeks to find him, a fight to take him down, a struggle to get him up on the horse - he’s been full of snide remarks all day, trying everything in his power to get under Din’s skin. Clearly angry that he got captured, his barbed insults and scoffs of disbelief rolled right off Din’s back in its straight seat in the saddle; the steady sight of it infuriating the man even more.
He’s restless in his ropes by the fire, shifting in his seat as the kid slowly pronounces the words from his primer into the night and he ignores the tilt of Din’s head at his actions, the look of warning clear on his face. The man huffs when the kid’s reading stumbles, shaking his head at the sight before him and Din narrows his eyes and wishes that the wanted poster had listed “Dead or Alive”.
“What a fucking joke”, the man mutters, his hands tied behind his back as he leans forward, seeking warmth from the bright flames. The man keeps his eyes on the kid, watching his small face look up with a pause before looking over at Din and he smirks at the hesitation, at the look of uncertainty on his features.
“A bounty hunter with a fucking kid”, he laughs darkly. Din’s hand drifts to his hip to hover over his pistol and the man’s eyes flick over to watch the movement while he continues. “I’ve never seen that before. Better bounty hunter than a teacher, I think – you better keep practicing, kid.”
“Shut up or I’ll gag you.” Din’s command is cold, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the crackling of the fire and after a long look at the bounty, he nods to the kid to continue. His hand still rests on his gun, the dollar amount of the wanted poster currently folded in the breast pocket of his jacket eventually deterring him from drawing it. It’s too much to risk he decides; he needs this reward.
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Luke, to Din: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Anakin’s ghost, being tackled by Obi-Wan in the back: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER???
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Because he is backlit in this shot in Chapter 12: The Siege, you can see a bit of Din’s face through his vizor
I-
I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THINKING OF ME 🥺💜❤️
just got into din/reader... can you rec some authors? i LOVE LOVE LOVE your work btw!
Of course!
Some of my favorite Din authors are: @absurdthirst @tiffdawg @aerynwrites @bizarrebaby @maybege @mudhornchronicles
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my eyes read “how now, a rat?”
my brain read “how now, brown cow?”
may i offer you some Hamlet booty shorts in these trying times
i feel so attacked.
Me: watches a new movie/tv show for fun
Also me: suddenly notices the attractive male lead who is most certainly 35+ and I know immediately that he will infiltrate my thoughts for the next 365 days.
Anons: I want to talk to you but I’m really nervous! I’d message you but I don’t want to bother you! You seem intimidating!
Me:
this. is. beautiful.
BABY BOY🥺💜
I made a uquiz that tells you which pedro character you would be friends with based on your taste in music
It’s my birthday! So, I’m hosting this little writing challenge to celebrate because why the hell not?
A huge thank you to @ohnopoe, @chibi-liz05 and @meshlamando (It was a bit of a group effort haha) for helping me find songs to use as prompts!
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Just send me an ask with the number of the prompt you want to write. As you may have guessed from the title all of the prompts will be songs.
I got a little carried away so there’s a lot more prompts than I initially intended! I tried to include a variety. Interpret them however you like, you can go off the whole song, just a verse, just a line, anything you want.
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new pronouns for the himbo
hey y’all! tiny announcement for ya, i now go by they/he/she pronouns! it’s even harder to mispronoun me now 😂 i added them to my bio & about me post in order of what i’m most comfortable with but i don’t care one way or the other, don’t feel pressured to use a specific one 💕
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check ups | din djarin
pairing: din djarin x reader
warnings: anxiety/panic attacks, self-harm (scratching), passing out, etc.
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Din nearly pulled a tendon as he used all his strength pulling the Crest up. His navigation pad must have glitched as he was met with an asteroid shower when the ship came out of hyperspace. He remembers telling you to grab Grogu and seal yourselves inside the sleeping compartment to ensure you were both safe, his two prized possessions. He saw you grab your little green son and jump down into the hull. He heard jostling and crates falling over but let out a breath of relief when he heard the distinctive swoosh of the compartment door close.
As he successfully maneuvered you all out of harm, he stood up, shaking out the knots from his tightened muscles. He checked the navigation and as the pad glitched and began rerouting repeatedly, Din gave it a smack. The pad rerouted once more, finally giving the correct way. Din quickly sat and drove the ship back into hyperspace, the bright blue streaks of light painting his visor. He reached over, pressing buttons and pulling levers until the autopilot was securely turned on. When he was satisfied with the ship’s course, he made his way down to check on his aliit, hoping they were safe, but soon realized one was not okay.
As he jumped the last three steps, Din felt uneasy. He immediately opened the sleeping compartment and only saw his son tucked in his hammock. Grogu jumped into his father’s arms, incoherently babbling and whimpering, motioning over to the fallen crates. This is when Din heard mumblings and heavy breathing. He steadied Grogu onto his little feet, silently telling the child to follow as Din deliberately chose his steps and walked towards the sound.
Behind the two metal crates, Din caught sight of you, sitting with your knees brought up to your chest. You were unintelligibly mumbling and attempting at regulating your breath, but to no avail. Din called out your name, but you did not react. He called out a second time, and yet no response. Din tried a third time, a little louder, but this only made it worse for you. He witnessed as you jumped at the sound of his voice, immediately covering your ears with your palms, and shutting your eyes tight. You kept mumbling, a little louder now, and your breath becoming more erratic every fifth heartbeat.
Din knew not to touch you. When you had your first anxiety attack in the Crest, Din panicked and held you in his arms which only made you more anxious and distraught. You felt as if you were burning and scratched up your arms, and his, as a result.
The more your body shook, the more perplexed Din’s mind became. When he came to the idea of silently speaking to you about the time you managed to convince Ewoks to untie Din on Endor, the ship decided it was the perfect time to jump out of hyperspace, shaking the entire ship once more and bringing Din down to the hull’s floor. You screamed and flailed your arms around as the sudden force made your stomach fall with it. As you scratched your cheeks and tugged on your hair, Din tried getting up and make his way over to you as fast as he could.
Your face, reddened with discolored streaks, and your throat become drier, was enough for your body to ask for breather. Your body had given out, your brain shutting down to lessen the stress, but Din managed to jump and hold your head before it hit the ground.
Din turned to his left as he saw Grogu try to run to your side and raised his right hand to place it on your face. Grogu closed his eyes, but quickly opened them as his father ripped him away from you.
“I know you want to help,” Din sternly says, “but I don’t need both of you passed out.” Grogu huffed a whine and sadly looked down. Din sighed, giving his son a head rub. “You can check on them later, okay? I’m sure they’d love to see you.” Grogu gave his father a toothy smile and cooed.
Din looked back at you and shook his head in disbelief. “I have to get better at taking care of you. You can’t help it, and you were down here alone.” He picked you up, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your neck and walked towards the sleeping compartment. He gently laid you in, placing his cape on top your figure as a blanket. Grogu cooed and pulled on Din’s leg, and when Din gave him his attention, Grogu asked to be put into the compartment with you. Din tried to put him back in his hammock, but Grogu insisted on laying with you.
Din could not say no and that is how he left it. The navigation system began beeping, alerting Din of an update on their course. He gave you one last look before ascending the ladder and into the cockpit to find out the navigation system began a system check.
Fifteen minutes later, Din descended back down into the hull. He knew you were okay, but he wanted to make sure. He checked your breathing and monitored your vitals, sending it up to the datapad in the cockpit. Before he went back up, he walked over to you once more. He unclasped his helmet and placed it on one of the metal containers and grabbed your hand. He gave the back of your hand a sweet kiss before putting his helmet on to steer the ship.
This was Din’s routine for the remainder of the trip. He would come down every fifteen minutes to check on you, even though he had your vitals running upstairs. He’d gaze at his aliit in front of him, his mind wandering into what ifs, and would return to his pilot chair.
During one his checkups, an hour before arriving to Nevarro, he heard Grogu babbling about Maker knows what. He’d rushed down the ladder to hush his son but was met with your droopy eyes and weak smile as you leaned against the metal container.
“Did he wake you?” Din asked. He wanted to make sure you got the rest you needed, even if that meant dealing with the curious kid in the cockpit.
“No. He actually woke up after I did.”
Din nodded his head once, affirming he understood. He remained still by the ladder, worried he would frighten you if he came closer. “I’m sorry about earlier. I couldn’t get the auto-”
“Din,” you interrupt. “You have nothing to be sorry for. The navigation has been acting up lately.”
“You had another attack.”
“I did, yes.”
“I couldn’t help you.”
“You did. I don’t have a head injury, right?” You stuck your hand out to him, a silent plea for him to come closer. When he did not move, you frowned. “Please? Come sit with me.” You jump onto the crate and pat the one next you.
“I promised to protect you,” he said as he decided against sitting and stands in front of you.
“You were busy not letting the ship get destroyed by asteroids, so technically, you did protect us.” You look over to Grogu who was wrapping himself up in his father’s cape. “Isn’t that right, Grogu?” Grogu let out a happy giggle and nodded, making you laugh and Din letting a chuckle escape. You reached for Din’s hand and placed it on your cheek. “You protect us every day. You’ve helped me through so many other incidents that this one will get cancelled out.”
“This one was worse,” Din stated. “You passed out. I have never seen your body just give up the way it did.” You shrug and wrap your arms around his neck.
“But I woke up to our son cuddling with me and to you coming to check on me like you were almost every hour.”
“It was every fifteen minutes,” Din grumbled.
“Hm... then it wasn’t a dream. That’s good to know.”
“What is?”
“That you care about me.” He takes a step back, tilting his helmet.
“Was there ever any doubt?”
You giggled and shook your head, smiling at his question.
“Never.”
it’s smut... but... it still made my heart flutter with joy... thank you for writing this. loved it!
Cyar’ika
A/N: This ended up so much longer than it should be, but the prompt took on a life of it’s own. I’m sorry! I really, really hope you enjoy this nonny! Prompts (54 & 16) will be in italics!
Summary: Din takes issue with Cobb Vanths interest in you. In more ways than you ever expected.
Pairing: Din Djarin/Female!Reader
Warning(s): Smut (18+), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), creampie, breeding kink, cockwarming(?), just filth tbh. Fluff, angst, all that good shit.
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Tatooine had never been a location you preferred. The sand and sun beating down on you was not something you desired.
So you’d been less than thrilled when Din had told you that was your next destination. Rumors of another Mandalorian on the planet had drawn his interest. You couldn’t blame him, not with what had happened to his covert.
You bit your tongue and held back any complaints you may have. But traveling to this dustbowl of a town had really escalated your annoyance from a five to a ten. It wasn’t because of the people, the land, or the buildings. No, it was the way Din had begun to act around you and your newfound ally, Cobb Vanth. In addition to the weather, you were about as satisfied with your day as you’d be in a cell.
The marshal had decided you were an interest of his, and dove in head first. Flirtation came easy to him, the bereft touches he’d leave in his wake, whether it be at your arm or back. And at first Din ignored it, which he did well. Even when you’d left the town.
However, the second Cobb mentioned he’d like to take you for a drink after this business with the Krayt Dragon was over with, Din had cupped your wrist in his large palm, pulling you close to him, and denied the proposition for you. Claiming that after this was all said and done, the three of you had to be on your way.
Cobb had furrowed, a shadow of a smirk on his handsome face. You’d shucked your wrist from his grip, a tad shocked, but let it be. It’s not like you minded the attention, even now in the Tusken encampment, Cobb at your right, Din on your left, and the child sat on your lap.
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