Memories & Starships
In a Universe Far, Far Away - Part 8 (posted on AO3) | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |
Pairing: Din Djarin x Earthling fem!reader Warnings: Angst and grief, reader puts both feet in her mouth, parasocial relationship complexities, canon compliant when I want it to be Words: 2.6k Tags: Glitter is the devil even in the SW universe, the case of the missing social cues due to fucking helmets, and the incredibly human experience of both wanting to be included and realizing you done fucked up
A/N: Hi! Welcome back after almost a year lmao. Also, as I’ve been writing this fic again, I've realized that I have coded this particular reader-insert as a millennial and thus it is implied she is between her late 20s or well into her 30s, I will not ever be stating an age for reader, but please be aware that coding does exist within this work. Thank you!
In another life, your other life, you would have thought it impossible to be where you were.
Yet, here you were. Sitting at a table in a rather cozy sort of breakfast nook with none other than Greef Karga and Din Djarin.
Of course, the place was Karga’s, but seeing as the show hadn’t ever shown where he lived? Well, you hadn’t really thought about the house existing much less what it looked like. The walls had been carved into the volcanic rock that much of Nevarro was built on and in.
The dark stone had been treated in such a way that it was rather smooth to the touch, the texture under your hands not unlike a nice concrete, the shape of the stone seating oddly comfortable since it had been carved in an ergonomic fashion well suited for, at least, human use.
The one odd thing though? Unlike concrete on Earth that might be found in a garage, or basement? It wasn’t cool to the touch as you had originally expected, instead, it radiated a gentle warmth that could only be from the very crust of this young volcanic planet.
(Continued on AO3)
