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note: yearning for christmas in august… so here’s a little din djarin gingerbread house drabble ❄️
Snow drifted lazily past the cabin windows, soft flakes disappearing into the blanket of white that had swallowed the forest sometime before dawn. Inside, the fire crackled steadily in the hearth, filling the little home with warmth that chased away the winter chill. The cabin was quiet, except for the occasional pop of the fire and the soft rustle of wrapping paper spread across the dining table.
Cardboard boxes, bags of colorful candies, piping bags full of icing, and neatly stacked gingerbread panels had transformed the space into organized chaos.
“Okay.”
You slid one of the kits toward Din.
“Ground rules.”
His helmet turned in your direction.
“No eating the decorations until the houses are finished.”
Before Din could answer, a tiny green hand reached into the bowl of peppermint candies. You caught Grogu’s wrist just before another candy disappeared into his mouth.
“That includes you.”
Grogu blinked up at you with wide, innocent eyes before letting out a soft coo. Din watched the exchange in silence.
“…Evidence suggests otherwise.”
Your mouth fell open.
“I have never stolen decorating candy.”
Din looked pointedly at the gumdrop already between your fingers. You popped the gumdrop into your mouth before he could say another word.
“What?”
You grinned. Din gave you a long look.
“…Nothing.”
“Exactly.”
You reached for one of the piping bags and handed another to him.
“Okay, a little icing along the edges, then hold the walls together. It’s basically edible glue.”
Din examined the gingerbread pieces with surprising focus before carefully following your instructions.
“Like this?”
You smiled at him.
“Perfect.”
A triumphant coo pulled both of your attention away. Grogu beamed from his spot on the table, proudly presenting a gingerbread wall buried beneath an impressive mountain of icing. You blinked, momentarily speechless.
“…Well.”
You glanced at Din.
“I think he got a little carried away.”
Din looked between you and Grogu’s masterpiece before the corner of his mouth twitched beneath his helmet.
“It has character.”
A laugh bubbled out of you.
“Is that your polite way of saying it’s a disaster?”
“It’ll hold.”
“So will a brick.”
He reached over, carefully brushing a smear of white icing from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.
“I know I’ll like yours better.”
Warmth spread across your face as your gaze met the dark visor of his helmet. You laughed softly.
“You haven’t even seen mine yet.”
His thumb lingered for just a heartbeat before he let his hand fall away.
“I don’t need to.”
Your heart fluttered.
“Flatterer.”
“I’m honest.”
Before you could respond, an excited squeal drew both of your attention back to the table. Grogu had abandoned his own gingerbread house in favor of decorating Din’s, proudly sticking gumdrops across the roof, and one directly onto the side of Din’s helmet.
You stared for a second before bursting into laughter. Din sighed, peeling the candy off his helmet.
“…I think he likes mine better.”
You grinned, plucking a peppermint from the bowl before stepping closer. With practiced hands, you lifted the front of his helmet just enough to slip the candy between his lips before lowering it back into place.
“There.”
A quiet chuckle rumbled through his chest. As you started to pull away, his gloved hand gently closed around your wrist.
“Din?”
Without a word, he reached up and removed his helmet completely, setting it on the table beside the half finished gingerbread houses. Before you could ask what he was doing, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested lightly against yours. A small smile spread across your face.
“I thought we were building gingerbread houses.”
“We are.”
You glanced over his shoulder at the table, where two lopsided gingerbread houses sat buried beneath far too much icing and candy.
“You know,”
You whispered.
“They’re kind of a mess.”
“They’re standing.”
You smiled.
“I guess that’s all that matters.”
His thumb brushed gently over your cheek, his eyes locking with yours.
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