Promise | Din Djarin

promise | din djarin

pairing: din djarin x reader

warnings: fluff and secrecy

gif credit: @a7estrellas​

a/n: takes place about a year after season 2 because why not right?

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Your planet was known for its scenery, a view you have become oh-so fond of. Its rouge skies and crocodile trees made for a serene aura that swept one off their feet. There were no wars nor was there injustice. You became emperor of Tabih at the age of 12, and you were still ruler today. Your people came first, and even though you were emperor, their votes and opinions helped dictate decisions.

You were always told you needed to be guarded and visualized at all times, for safety purposes at least, but as the muttering of the existence of underground imperials roaming the galaxy hit your radar, you wanted to make sure your planet remained unscathed of their evil and violent attacks.

A cycle ago, a Mandalorian landed and settled on your planet seeking a job and lodging. Ever since you were young, you were educated in many subjects, and cultures was one of them. The Mandalorian culture caught your attention due to their loyalty and tight bond to their clans. So, when the Mandalorian came to you asking for a quick job, you offered him something permanent.

When you offered him the position of your personal guard and lodging in the palace, he accepted one of the two things. He accepted the position but preferred to be shown the available homes. You smiled and obliged, offering him a townhouse a good way from the palace – a home no one knew you owned. He accepted, but that was a year ago.

Today, you sit in the throne room with your ladies in waiting standing next to your throne and two other soldiers guarding the door. The grand doors opened, revealing your armored guardian strutting inside until he stood in front of you.

“Your Imperial Majesty,” Din bows. You slightly bow your head in greeting, a smile stretching across your lips. “The box found at the door of the palace was nothing but fruit. A gift from your people, I suppose.”

“How thoughtful,” you assert. “And are they safe to eat?”

“Yes, your Imperial Majesty. I tested them myself.” He stands tall and bleeds confidence in the way he carries himself inside the palace and around the city. “They’ve been placed in the kitchen to be washed.”

“That is great news, Mandalorian. Although, I am curious as to how you tested this gift.”

“I ate one.”

Your mouth falls open and your eyes widen. “Mandalorian, what if they were poisoned.”

He remains statuesque. “I’d prefer for myself to be poisoned than yourself, Emperor.”

“You silly man. Then who would ensure my safety?”

He remains silent and still, no answer in his mind.

“Very well, Mandalorian.” you state. “If this conversation is finished, will you escort me to my quarters?” Din simply bows his head in agreement. “Ladies, you are excused. You may retire for the day.”

Din says nothing but jumps into action as he helps you off your throne and walks you to your bedroom. The silence is something you have become used to and comfortable with. Tabih knew he was a man of few words and when he did speak, Tabih listened.

As your door came into view, you smiled and looked up at your guard. You scanned your surroundings and became giddy as you saw the coast clear. You reached for his hand and interlocked yours with his. He smiled to himself in his helmet and squeezed your hand. He opened your door, allowing you to enter first. Once the door was closed and locked, his helmet came off with a hiss and your lips latched onto each others faster than a ship in hyperspace.

His arms wrapped around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck, but never pulling away. When you did, your lips separated with a smack and your foreheads connected instead. Your eyes met his and his smile mirrored yours with his dimple on full display.

“Hello, riduur,” he speaks.

“Hello, my husband.” you greet. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you as well, cyar’ika.”

You take in the moment, but as your previous conversation came back, you frown and give his armored chest a gentle shove. “What were you thinking? You ate fruit you didn’t know was edible?”

Din chuckles and shrugs. “Your people love you. The possibility of poisoned fruit was little to none.”

“Yeah, well… there is still the slightest possibility of it. I do not need you getting sick or worse, dying. You’ll leave me husbandless.”

Din pulls you into his chest and places a kiss on the crown of your head. “Your people would never know you were a widow.”

You breath out a sigh and nuzzle your face into his neck. “Remind me why they can’t know? I just want to be able to hold your hand outside of this room.”

“You do.” He begins. “What about everything we do at my house?” He teases. He gentle bites your earlobe, one of your sensitive places. You giggle and kiss the side of his neck.

“My love, you know what I mean….”

He sighs, curling his index finger under your chin and pushing it up. “You know why, meshla. How would they feel with me leaving to figure out what to do with Mandalore? Do you think they would like to find out that their Emperor secretly married the so-called ruler of Mandalore?”

You roll your eyes and frown. “They’ll also learn that I’m happy and in love. You make me happy.”

“And you are my happiness, but if word gets out, imperial rats will focus their attacks here just out of spite. I don’t want to be the reason you lose your planet the way we lost Mandalore.”

You reach up and cup his cheek. You place a sweet kiss on his lips, and he reciprocates. “I understand. Though, the last time I asked you, your answer was much less serious. You said it was because you wanted me all to yourself.”

He smiles and nods. “That too.”

“Din…”

“Yes?”

“Will we be able to start our own family one day?”

“One day, cyare. I promise.”

He promised.

Weekly To-Do List:

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• dreamboat part four

• din djarin x royal!reader fic or din djarin x jedi!reader - still debating...

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dreamboat | greaser!frankie | part four

pairing: frankie morales x reader; greaser!frankie x reader

warning: cursing, talking down, and feels

a/n: listen… I know the song mentioned in this part was released before their time and I’ve tried my hardest to stay within this timeline but it just went so well. sue me. also… do ya’ll like the moodboard i did? c:

part one | part two | part three | part four

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No matter what you were doing, homework or chores, your mind is always drifting off to Frankie. 

and so did Frankie’s.

The urge to talk to him became stronger every time you saw him in class because you truly enjoyed his company. You liked him because he never tried to be someone he was not - he was true to himself.

You were enamored by the way he spoke so passionately about his mother and his favorite pastimes. You felt a ripple of joy when you had seen his eyes light up when you complimented his father’s car. You also caught yourself giggling like a schoolgirl at the sight of his cheeks reddening at your comment about his “cute dimple.” 

You may have not known Frankie for long, but from the time you’ve spent with him, the more at ease you felt. 

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dreamboat | greaser!frankie | part four

pairing: frankie morales x reader; greaser!frankie x reader

warning: cursing, talking down, and feels

a/n: listen… I know the song mentioned in this part was released before their time and I’ve tried my hardest to stay within this timeline but it just went so well. sue me. also… do ya’ll like the moodboard i did? c:

part one | part two | part three | part four

masterlist

No matter what you were doing, homework or chores, your mind is always drifting off to Frankie. 

and so did Frankie’s.

The urge to talk to him became stronger every time you saw him in class because you truly enjoyed his company. You liked him because he never tried to be someone he was not - he was true to himself.

You were enamored by the way he spoke so passionately about his mother and his favorite pastimes. You felt a ripple of joy when you had seen his eyes light up when you complimented his father’s car. You also caught yourself giggling like a schoolgirl at the sight of his cheeks reddening at your comment about his “cute dimple.” 

You may have not known Frankie for long, but from the time you’ve spent with him, the more at ease you felt. 

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