#din asks

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: "You didn't deserve that... You deserve so much better."

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“Can I sit here?”

Mando’s helmet whips in your direction as soon as you utter the question. The fire in front of him crackles as it burns, casting a warm glow on his silver beskar. You gesture to the empty space beside him on the log. Mando nods and turns back around to face the fire as you take your place next to him.

The two of you sit in silence as you watch the fire. The close proximity to Mando is enough to keep you and your mind distracted. You haven’t known each other for long; you paths first crossed just a few months ago on Nevarro. You agreed to help him protect the child when things with the Guild turned sour. Many things have changed—including the way you feel about the Mandalorian.

The creaking of Mando’s gloved hands draws you out of your thoughts. You glance over to see him wringing his hands as if he’s nervous. Your thumb circles your palm as you gain the faith to speak.

“It’s been a long couple of weeks.” You look over at Mando to see him return your glance.

“It has.” Mando’s modulated voice is quieter than usual. You frown when he turns back to the fire. Worried by his behavior, you dare to press him for more.

“You seem troubled.” Mando freezes as you pause, swallowing hard before continuing. “The fight’s over and the farmers have been very hospitable.” You leave no room for excuses.

“You’re right.” Mando releases a heavy sigh as he leans forward and rests his elbows upon his knees. “It’s about the kid.”

Your blood runs cold as you lean closer to him. “What about him? Is he all right?”

Mando looks at you again. HIs gloved hands tighten into fists as he nods. “He’s safer here.”

You furrow your brow. “You want to stay here?”

Mando’s helmet falls. “I want to leave him here.” Before you can argue with him, Mando goes on. “But I’m... afraid I can’t.”

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: “Can I give you a hug? You look upset.”

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Days on the run are hard enough as it is. They become even harder when your mind begins to wander into darker places.

Walking through the planet where Mando—no, Din, as you’ve been getting used to saying—found another lead on Mandalorians led you right into something that reminded you of your difficult past. Even conceiving of the memory of what you saw and experienced is too harmful as you instead take a deep breath where you sit upon a cargo box in the hull of the Crest. You haven’t been yourself ever since and you know both Din and the little one can tell.

In true Din fashion, he hasn’t put you in a position where you’ve been forced to tell him what’s wrong. He’s doing what he always done: let you have your space. Though part of you wishes he would ask you what’s wrong just so you could seek his comfort. The trials you and Din have faced with the little one have only brought you closer together in a way that makes you crave his presence, though neither of you will admit it.

You toss one of Grogu’s toy balls in the air and catch it over and over again, trying to climb your way out of the dark pit inside your mind. You’re so distracted that Din’s sudden presence scares you. You grip the ball tight in your fist and tense your shoulders, looking at Din just to see him have the same reaction.

“Sorry,” you apologize, clearing your throat and relaxing again. “I didn’t hear you coming.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Din’s modulated voice is soft as he rests his shoulder against the wall of the hull. His gloved hands hang on his belt as he faces you.

You turn back to the ball in your hand, giving it a squeeze as you try your best not to fall apart in front of Din. You’ve just started earning his trust beyond being his business partner and you refuse to break it. You’re the one who’s shocked when Din walks in front of your box and kneels down to meet your eye level.

“Can I...” you can see Din’s gloved hands fiddling with each other as he gains the faith to go on, “... give you a hug?” He tilts his helmet and rushes his next words out. “You look upset.”

His request—sweet as can be and perfectly timed—is almost enough to make you weep as you nod at him. Din stands up and moves back as you slide off the box, wrapping your arms around him with a surprising amount of ease. Your face is buried into the cloth of his shoulder as you feel Din’s arms holding you back, one of his gloved hands securing your head in place against him. Both of you remain silent for a long time, wanting to savor this moment and not quite knowing what to say, but Din breaks it with a voice that’s more gentle than ever.

“I’m here for you, cyar’ika. I always will be.” Din pulls you even tighter. “I’ve got you.”

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompts: "No… No! Come on, I can’t lose you!" "You make me feel safe." and “Don’t let me go.”

warnings: knife injury, blood

There’s only one word that Din’s mind can conceive of: run.

It started the moment the bounty hunters jumped out. Din should’ve known better and had his own hunter senses on alert, but he was too enraptured by the smile on your face when you held up a little tunic that would fit Grogu perfectly. You’d dropped the tunic when you peered over Din’s armored shoulder and seen the hunters behind him. They didn’t hesitate any longer.

The fight was the most brutal Din’s faced in a long time. He couldn’t keep his eyes on you the way he always wants to. He knows you can handle yourself, but his protectiveness over you has certain demands. Din tried not to grow nervous when he couldn’t focus on you.

Instead, he felt something much worse when he saw the blade run through your stomach.

Din doesn’t remember much of the immediate aftermath. All he can recall is the red-hot anger that blinded his vision, leading to a pair of bloody gloves that picked you up with all the urgency yet delicacy in the galaxy. Now, all he can do is run—and hope that he hasn’t completely failed you yet.

He glances down at you in his arms. You’re still conscious, but your eyes are half shut and your hands are clinging to your open wound. Din’s heart races faster than ever before as he picks up the pace, relieved to see the silhouette of the Crest appear in the distance.

“We’re almost home, cyar’ika,” Din assures you in a panicked, modulated breath. “Stay with me.”

Din can tell you want to respond, but you can’t, instead burying your face in his shoulder. He pulls you even closer as he darts forward, lowering the hatch with his vambrace and racing inside. He can hear the confused coos of Grogu coming from within his compartment but he can’t bring himself to do anything about it.

“Breathe,” Din instructs in a soft voice. The word is shaky, but he manages to speak it, setting you down upon the floor and reaching for the medpac. “Just breathe.”

He doesn’t know if the instructions are for you or for himself.

Din’s gloved hands tremble as he sets the medpac on the floor and kneels beside you. He lifts your hands from the wound and sucks in a breath at the sight of the wound. Din has no idea how he’ll fix this—fix you.

You seem to understand the same thing. Your choke on a gasp as you look up at Din with eyes losing the light he’s come to adore—no, love. Din can feel his eyes burning as your expression tells him more than your words ever could.

“No… No!” Din’s pleading as his hands grab the sides of your face, pulling your forehead to meet his helmet. “Come on, I can’t lose you!"

You just smile and lift a bloody hand to caress the side of his helmet, no doubt leaving a smear behind as your gaze searches his visor. Din can’t handle the idea of watching the light drain completely from your eyes. He pulls you against his shoulder, resting his helmet upon your head and absorbing the life in your while he can. Din thinks about all the opportunities he had to share his true feelings for you and didn’t. The wave of regret hits him so hard it knocks the breath from his chest, leaving him to close his eyes and hold you while he still can.

That’s when he hears another concerned coo—but this time, it’s right next to him.

Din’s eyes open as he leans away to look at Grogu. He’s sitting beside Din with his petal-like ears drooped down to his sides, pure evidence of him using his powers. Din’s eyes double in size when he realizes your wound has been completely healed.

“Grogu,” Din croaks, swallowing past the lump in his throat as he sets you down and starts to reach for the little one. “You—.”

“Don’t let me go.” The sound of your voice makes Din freeze in place as his visor whips back to you. He sees you looking at him with the same desperation that’s stuck to his chest as you reach for him with weak arms. “Please.”

“I won’t.” Din’s reassurance is firm yet soft as he takes you in his arms again, letting your bury your face in his shoulder. “I promise, I—I’ll never let you go.”

You move closer to him, your bloody hands clinging to the cloth underneath his armor as you take a shaky breath. “You make me feel safe.”

Din smiles as he wishes he could comfort you with much more than just his embrace. “You... make me feel the very same way.” And so much more.

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: “You look like something's bothering you... You can talk to me if you need to.”

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Sometimes, you forget your mask is more transparent than Mando’s.

The aggressive way you’re cleaning your blaster is an instant giveaway. The pristine shine of the metal is perfect evidence of the fact you’re not cleaning for the sake of cleaning, but rather for something else. Mando would know that all too well.

You hear him before you see him. You’ve become accustomed to the sound of his boots pattering against the metal floors of the Razor Crest. Him trusting you and vice versa had been more difficult than you anticipated—teaming up with a fellow bounty hunter is always risky—but his approach feels more comforting than threatening. You can feel his gaze on you even through his visor. You don’t look up.

“You look like something’s bothering you.” In true Mando fashion, he cuts right to the chase. HIs tone is concerned rather than accusatory.

Your heart constricts in your chest as you tighten your grip on the blaster. If only you could open your mouth, maybe you’d say something useful—but you don’t know where to begin. Your tongue ties up whenever Mando’s around these days and it’s only worse when he’s asked such an open-ended question.

“You... can talk to me if you need to.” This is new.

Your eyes widen as you stop what you’re doing and look up at Mando. It’s always been a silent agreement between the two of you that you keep your feelings to yourselves. You thought that was broken the day he told you about his painful past, but Mando never revealed how he felt about it. Instead, he disclosed the information as if it was a mission briefing, getting up and leaving before you could even start to question him.

Now, he’s extending an open hand towards you, an invitation to tell him exactly how you’re feeling. For the first time in too long, you take it.

“I was scared.” You look back down at your blaster. The strokes of your cloth slow down as you focus on how you’re piecing your words together.

“Scared?” Mando’s armor jostles around and when you look up from your blaster again, you notice he’s since knelt down in front of the box you’ve been sitting on.

“That was a close call.” You look at the blaster again. “On the last job.”

Silence blankets the hull. You grip the cloth in your fist, afraid you’ve gone too far. You’re dancing across a line that shouldn’t be crossed and you think Mando is going to pull you back where you belong. Then, he speaks. “You were scared of me getting hurt.” His question comes out as a statement.

You nod, still looking at your blaster. While you’re brave in battle—Mando would argue you’re braver than even him—you find it hard to retain that same courage in a situation such as this.

Mando’s gloved hands appear in your line of vision as he takes your wrists with the most gentle touch. He urges you to set the blaster and cloth aside before his hands drift down to yours, holding them between his own as his visor looks straight into your gaze. “I’m not leaving you, cyar’ika.” He tilts his helmet in an endearing way. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

You look between Mando’s visor and your hands. It’s hard for you to believe what you’re hearing, something you could’ve heard long ago if you were bold enough to cross this line. You look at him with desperation as you release a sigh. “I’m just not used to people sticking around.”

Mando doesn’t speak right away. When he does, you can hear an emotional straining in his tone. “Din wants to.”

You furrow your brow with confusion. “Who’s Din?”

Mando gives your hands a squeeze. “I am.”

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Kisses in the rain

Reckless. Yeah, he’d know a thing or two or a hundred about that.

“So, now you call saving your life ‘recklessness?’” you exclaim at Din. You have to raise your voice over the pouring rain of this planet. It started coming down not long after you threw yourself over a detonator to save Din. You were both lucky it didn’t go off.

“You threw yourself on an explosive,” Din asserts, standing a few feet away from you as he sets his gloved hands on his hips.

“To save you!” You release a mirthless laugh in disbelief of Din’s density.

“I don’t need saving.” Din’s helmet tilts at you, though it’s not in its usual amusement. “Didn’t you think of how I would feel if something happened to you? Or the kid?”

You scoff and cross your arms over your chest. You’re too angered to care about the rain that soaks you. All you can feel is the fire of frustration. “Because it’s always about you, isn’t it? Yet you still haven’t considered why I did it and how I feel!”

You turn away from Din, starting to walk forward and further away from the Crest that looms in the distance as you hear Din’s boot upon the soggy soil. “Feel about what?”

You look at him over your shoulder. The large part of you that loves him almost pities his figure as it stands tall and flustered now, his arms hanging at his sides as his helmet straightens out. But then you remember what he’s said and it overshadows your affections. “Forget it, Din. Just get back to the ship and dry off. I’ll be back soon.”

You start to walk forward again, but you’re stopped by a firm grasp on your arm. Din spins you around to face him, leaving almost no room between the two of you. He doesn’t let go of you and his free arm remains at his side, though you can see his hand tightened into a fist. “If you won’t tell me how you feel...” he pauses, his free hand now raising to his helmet as he tears it off in a single swift motion, “then show me.”

You’re still in too much shock at the sight of his face to do anything for a long moment. You’re only able to stare as you take it in, watching the raindrops trail over his skin as his brown eyes study you with desperation. You can tell just from his look that he didn’t mean to hurt or demean you. Din was just scared—because he doesn’t want to lose you. He loves you, just like you love him.

And so you show him that.

Your hands reach for the back of his neck as you pull him to you, sealing your lips over his in a manner so passionate and desperate that it makes you ache. You both release trembling breaths of shared relief into each other’s mouths as you pull each other even closer, tasting nothing but the rain-coated sweetness of both your lips. It’s better than anything you’ve experienced before, proving to you that everything you’ve done at Din’s side thus far has been leading to this moment.

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: “Your voice is so relaxing.”

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“Comfortable, cyar’ika?”

Din’s soft voice is as caring as the look of concern he gives you. You meet his gaze when you look up at him, your head nestled against his hip as you nod with a small smile. Din returns and smiles and adjusts the cold cloth on your warm forehead.

“All right.” Din’s hand returns to the book he’s holding as he steals another glance at you. “Remember to interrupt me if you need a sip of tea.”

“Okay.” Your voice is hoarse thanks to your scratchy throat, though the close presence of and tender care from your riduur is enough to make you feel soothed. You know what’s coming next will only make that effect stronger. Grogu coos in your arms as if he’s agreeing—but you know he’ll soon be fast asleep.

Din looks at the book you selected from your small collection aboard the Crest and reads the title. “A Galaxy at War: A Brief HIstory of the Galaxy’s Fight Against Tyranny.” He opens the cover and reads the title of the chapter you have bookmarked. “The Clone Wars.” Din clears his throat and turns the page. “We’ll... skip that one for now.”

You rest a hand on his thigh and give it a soft squeeze. “That’s fine.”

Din offers a smile of gratitude as he continues. “Rebellion Rising: What Happened in the Shadows.” He raises his brow in a way that makes you stifle a chuckle. “Sounds exciting.”

With that, Din starts to read, taking you both through the journey of the galaxy even while you’re forced to be cooped up inside the ship. Grogu fell asleep in your arms long ago and you almost start to do the same thanks to how soothing Din’s voice is. It’s a sound you’ve always loved, even when you only heard the modulated version of it. Each word oozes from his lips like sweet honey that makes you feel warm and safe, regardless of the cool cloth that’s still on your forehead.

After a long while spent listening to him, you can’t help interrupting him with an honest thought. “Your voice is so relaxing.”

Din pauses, setting the book aside as he furrows his brow at you. “Really?” You nod with a dazed smile. “I think it’s very—.”

“It’s soothing, Din.” Your eyes flutter closed as you press your cheek against his hip. “Please never stop reading to me.”