#security fic

spicey time!

PREGNANCY SPICE

So in her first trimester she’s obviously feeling like crap and is not in the mood that much

but in the second trimester? pregnancy glow trimester

“can you stay up all night...” uuhhhhh O_o

Miss Molly if you think Touch It Softly was not in Security canon, think again...with Astra’s luscious pregnancy glow hair? Astra doesn’t even need a comb because his hands are always running through her hair. And especially during their time alone ;) that hair is getting pulled, carressed, carded through...and afterwards he practices his braiding for when their little girl makes her way into the world yes molly din djarin daughter or else

Astra is getting praised so much it’s almost annoying.

and after the deed, Astra lies with her hand on his chest and is whispering how he’s going to be the best father their child could ask for.

also since she is pregnant, her b*****s are preparing themselves, and something about the warm weight of them is oddly comforting to Din. tldr; he likes to have something to hold when he sleeps, and Miss Astra certainly doesn’t mind.

That Padme and Anakin gif I tagged you in

innocent walks in the sorgan fields never end so pure as they started.

And afterwards they sit in the sunshine and din makes her a little flower crown with the wildflowers🥺🥺🥺🥺 SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SPICEY NOT SOFT

“these flowers smell so sweet,” Astra says, tucking one behind his ear.

“Not as sweet as you taste,”

Din studies you curiously as your eyes observe the child playing with the silver shifter knob. He looks up at you and coos affectionately. You look at Din—and he sees it as a request for permission to hold the baby. He offers you a simple nod and continues to watch closely as you gingerly pick up the green bundle of joy. The child seems to rest easy in your arms, laughing as he shows the knob to you. You giggle in return, poking the knob and then the tip of the child’s nose. He lets out another laugh of pure joy.

Din’s head is tilted to the side as he continues to watch the scene. He’s helplessly curious about you. Now that he’s thinking about it, he’s seen you before, but he’s trying to recall when. The gears of his mind continue to turn as he watches the child use his free hand to touch your cheek. Din tries not to let his attention wander to the way your eyes glow at the child. He observes your clothing and equipment more closely, and somehow that becomes his key: he remembers seeing you just earlier in the day. You’d left the cantina just after he’d walked in. He’d only gotten a quick glance at you then, but the outfit alone was enough to jog his memory. He had, deep down, been hoping that Greef’s overdramatic greeting hadn’t been the factor that drove you away.

Deciding he’s been silent long enough, Din rises from his chair. You immediately draw your attention away from the child and look at him. Even the child seems to get the memo as he looks at his fatherly figure with curious eyes.

“I’ll show you around,” Din says, taking the child from your arms and climbing down from the cockpit. He sets the child onto the floor as you join them, finally taking the time to look around. Din is glad to see a type of admiration in your eyes as you observe the space; most would trash it.

“This is a lot of space for just one person,” you comment absentmindedly, blinking a few times shortly after. “I suppose it’s good, now that you have three.”

“Two,” Din corrects you. “The child is small. He won’t need much room.”

You nod and Din has no trouble seeing the way you’re evidently trying to suppress some type of excitement. He doesn’t understand: Why would someone ever be excited to venture around with me, especially while I’m on the run? His thoughts are interrupted by you gesturing towards a room just beside the ladder. “I’m assuming this is the vac-tube.”

Din nods at you, holding back a chuckle at your comment. He presses a few buttons on his vambrace to make the doors to his armory creak open. Your face lights up at the massive number of weapons that sit there. Din feels oddly comfortable with the fact that you’re so delighted at the sight of them.

“These ought to be handy,” you say, stepping forward a bit to observe them further.

Din nods again, continuing to look at you. He’s still curious about you; all he knows is your name. How did you find him? What did you do before you decided to venture out with him? Why the hell would you ever do something like this out of the blue? “You’re a fighter?” Din’s question comes out sounding more like a statement than a question.

“Yes, I was trained from a young age,” you answer him. “That’s why I have this—.” You begin to reach for your holster and Din can’t control his response. He instantly goes for his and starts to take the blaster out, but you put your hands up in surrender before he can even think of lifting it.

Din, feeling embarrassed immediately, puts the blaster away in a quick motion. “Sorry. Instinct.”

“I understand,” you remark with a small laugh. “That wasn’t the best idea on my part. I would’ve done the same thing.” You sigh. “You, evidently, now know that I have a blaster.”

“What else have you used?”

You shrug. “Whatever I have to. I can use anything. But the only other thing I carry is a knife.” This time, you’ve learned your lesson, and Din is pleased to see that you don’t go for the knife.

Din gives you a nod. “Good.” He then closes the armory, taking you through the rest of the ship. He points out the supplies, including food and medpacs, two different sleeping areas, and all his other storage areas. When he finishes, he goes back to observing you. Your eyes are bright as you take all the new things in and he wonders if you’ve ever been in such a high-stake situation before. He needs to know more.

“Thanks for the tour,” you say, breaking your momentary silence. “I’m excited to be a part of the crew.”

Din tilts his head at you. “I’m not sure you know what you’ve signed up for.”

You frown slightly, causing Din to fear that he’s worded his thoughts incorrectly. “I’m quite aware of your situation. Who you are and what you did wasn’t much of a secret on Nevarro.”

Din grimaces, grateful that you can’t see it. He hadn’t expected you to bite back like that. “The people of Nevarro aren’t fond of me.”

“Well, you did take a lot of their jobs. I guess you’re just too good at yours. And now, you’ve gotten the biggest reward in the parsec and you’ve broken the code of the Guild. I don’t blame them.”

Din isn’t thinking of those hunters any longer. He’s just curious about you. “What about you?”

You furrow your brow. “What about me?”

“What did you—what do you—think of me?”

He watches as you bite your lip in concentration. It’s the first time you’ve had to look away from his visor. Din doesn’t take it as a good sign. “You? Well… I thought you must be an impressive warrior, to have done so many jobs so fast.”

Din tilts his head. “That’s it?”

You finally look back up at him, saying nothing. Din doesn’t mind, because now he has a different question.

“Why did you leave the cantina today?”

You seem taken aback by his question. Din would be afraid that he crossed a line if he wasn’t yearning so much for your answer. “You saw me there?”

“Barely. I saw you leave.”

You clear your throat, crossing your arms in a protective manner. “I was done with my drink.”

Din refuses to believe such a simple answer. He remembers now that he could practically sense the annoyance coming off you in waves in that moment. You hadn’t walked out, you’d stalked out. “It wasn’t because of Karga’s words about me?”

Your eyes widen involuntarily. Din knows he’s gotten his answer and, at your silence, he continues to try to put the pieces together.

“You heard about the child. You were upset with me turning him in.”

“How could I not be?” Suddenly, you’re defensive. Din understands this; he’s picked at you long enough. “He’s a child. Didn’t you have any sympathy for the poor thing?”

“I did. That’s why I went back.”

“And it didn’t strike you the first time?”

Din clearly sees the fiery passion within you as you speak without holding back. “I didn’t know what to do. I was trying not to break the code.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t just for this?” You hit your knuckles against the cool beskar on his shoulder.

Now, Din’s beginning to feel defensive. “I had a code to uphold, a deal I couldn’t break. Looking back now, I wouldn’t have taken it back.”

“What if you had been too late? What would you have done then?”

Din can’t think of a response. He doesn’t know. You’ve cornered him, and while he wants to lash out and protect himself from your words, he can't—because you’re right.

Suddenly, you shake your head as if you’re shaking all the thoughts from it. Your gaze drops as your cheeks heat up slightly. “I’m sorry, I… shouldn’t have—.”

“No,” Din interrupts firmly. “It’s all right. I understand.”

“No, it’s not okay.” You finally look back up at him. He sees a flash of sadness in your eye, but it disappears quickly. “I’m not like this. I don’t dwell on the past and I’m not here to condemn you. I’m here to help you. And I’ll do anything you say to make that happen, and to protect that child.”

Din sees the true honesty and determination in your expression, and he begins feeling less and less skeptical about the stranger he’s brought aboard. “Thank you.” You nod in response, and after you do so, your hand flies up to suppress a yawn. Din tilts his head in sympathy. “You need rest.”

You wave your hand. “No, I’m fine! I—.”

“Please. You can rest. I still have to find a safe planet to land on for more resources.”

Din watches as you sigh, giving in to your more tired side. He leads you into the more spacious of the two rooms, where a simple cot rests with a thin blanket rolled up near it. Din doesn’t even ask if there’s anything else you need, since you’ve already assured him that the setup is perfect. As he’s about to leave the room, you stop him briefly.

“Wait!” you call softly, catching his attention. He turns around to look at you, and it’s the first time you’ve appeared to be timid. “I just really want to apologize for what I said earlier. I… I was prejudiced before, influenced by the other people of Nevarro. What you did for the child, risking your life to save him, shows me who you really are.”

Din feels a slight blush arise at your words and he’s grateful his helmet conceals it from you. “It’s all right. Don’t worry.”

You nod. “I’ve also done things I regret in the past, and I haven’t ended up in everyone’s good graces. Don’t let it faze you.”

Din almost wants to smile at those words. “I don’t.” With that, Din turns back around, closing the door and heading for the cockpit. As he sits back down into the pilot’s chair, he lets out a sigh, his thoughts consumed only by you and your conversations. He’s still so intrigued by you and he can’t get the image of you out of his mind. He doesn’t quite understand why you joined in the first place. Din just wants to know you, but he can’t expect you to spit out your entire life story to him within mere hours of knowing each other. He definitely wouldn’t do that.

A cooing sound interrupts his thoughts, causing Din to turn around and see the child poking his head out from the entrance of the cockpit. He waddles over to Din, who then picks him up and sets him on his knee. Din looks at the child, observing his endless affection and wonder. After being a foundling once, he can’t help but feel the strong urge to protect this child with everything—and, somehow, he senses that you feel the same exact way.

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