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Day 9 of Dank Farrik Drawtober, prompt loth-cat! Brown ink pens and bronze watercolor crayon.
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Decided to work through the @dankfarrikdrabbles weekly prompt lists in order to give myself a break from longer writing (is that allowed? lol). Here is Week 1, #57: Handcuffs + Trust
“Are you sure about this?” Bo-Katan asked, lifting her handcuffed hands to examine them. They were of Imperial make, a style that had been around her wrists more times than she cared to remember.
Din nodded, serious as a funeral. “We’re talking about the leaders of the Imperial remnants,” he said. “They weren’t going to give some bounty hunter the time of day unless I had a high-profile capture.”
“I’m flattered,” Bo-Katan said drily. She tested the quick-release the Armorer had installed, smiling as the binders opened and slid onto her lap. Din resecured them. He rested one hand over hers.
“This will be over quickly,” Din promised. “I know you don’t particularly like being used as bait.”
Bo-Katan punched him lightly in the shoulder, trying not to blush. “As long as you let me see the kid later. I miss him.”
#sw#the mandalorian#bo katan kryze#din djarin#bo-katan kryze#dinbo#i may combine these into one document later but for now [tosses this lovingly into the void]#mando#my fics#drabble#dank farrik drabbles
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Dank Farrik Drabble #51
It's been forever I've written one of those, but strangely enough it seems the announcement of a Din & Grogu movie made me realize how much I missed them, despite all the doubts still surrounding that annoncement. Hopefully we'll get some clarification soon...
In the meantime, happy new year!
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Din felt overwhelming tiredness crash over him as he walked through the door. It was late, the cabin was dark and cold, but there was a particular smell greeting him through his helmet filter. One that should have reminded him that they hadn’t been there in weeks and that the place needed to be aired out. But that wasn’t it. It smelled like… He couldn’t quite find the word in his exhausted state. All he knew was that it wasn’t such a bad smell.
With a small shake, he forced himself to refocus on the task at hand. He needed to start the generator, even if the only thing he wanted to do at the moment was to lie down and sleep. Preferably in his own bed, although after the past few nights, any vaguely horizontal piece of furniture would do. Even the carpet at his feet looked inviting right now.
But rest would have to wait.
“Let’s put the food away first, yeah?” he sighed, setting Grogu down. At least they had food, thanks to Greef. The man had kindly provided them with enough leftovers to last for a couple of days when he’d greeted them earlier. Din had to remember to thank him again when he had the chance. That had been very nice of him. That and the bottle of Corellian whiskey he’d gifted him which he always seemed to have at his disposal now that he was – what was it?
Din sighed again. He couldn’t remember. Something grand. Still, that didn’t mean the man had forgotten where he was coming from. Or his friends. He’d wondered at the time if the fur hat he’d gotten him as a present on Taskeed had been too much – Grogu had chosen it – but now he no longer regretted the slightly ridiculous and costly gift. First and foremost, because it was currently unreasonably cold in Nevarro. But really, seeing the smile on his face had been nice. Pleasing, even. And Grogu’s burst of joy when Greef had thanked him, congratulating him on a perfect choice even better.
As he was slowly making his way to their small kitchen, the lights suddenly came on, and their few appliances emitted approving beeps.
“Thanks, kid,” he mumbled in astonishment.
“Ah!” the boy replied from the other side of the cabin. Din was so tired he hadn’t even noticed his short legs had taken him all the way there and that he’d remembered which button to push on the console. It shouldn’t have surprised him. His apprentice had amazing eidetic memory, and he smiled to himself with pride.
“Did you remember to start the back-up generator and the hot water boiler as well?”
Grogu nodded and jumped on the kitchen counter.
“You’re really getting good at this,” he praised, and the small child hummed in contentment, already helping him check what kind of food Greef had saved up for them.
“Looks like we’ll be able to celebrate in style,” Din remarked, spying several containers full of cakes and pies. Also soup, flatbread and dips.
“Yaya!”
“What do you say we heat up a bit of everything and wait for our bedrooms to warm up watching something on the holoprojector?”
Grogu repeated that same word again: “yaya” was the highest level of happiness in his current vocabulary.
It always took a while for the heater to kick in in the small rooms at the back of the cabin, same as for the hot water boiler, and he craved both a warm shower and his bed, but he knew his young apprentice would want food first. Waiting things out on the small sofa under a blanket while watching whatever was on and eating treats was the next best thing.
Tonight – technically in a half an hour – was New Year, which would kick off Fete Week, and a well-deserved five day break here in Nevarro following weeks of intense work for the New Republic. Din no longer celebrated Life Day, and seeing that particular shade of red worn by revelers still filled him with pain, but he had no such qualms about Fete Week.
“Should we check if they’re showing the fireworks on Coruscant? I bet they’re better than the ones on Chandrila,” he suggested, switching the holoscreen on as Grogu settled next to him under the blanket.
“Hmm,” he nodded.
“Dank farrik, I think the remote is still in the kitchen,” Din grumbled, but Grogu raised his tiny arm before he had managed to drag himself from their small nest. The remote flew in their direction and the boy caught it safely.
“Good job,” Din praised. “You find the channel, then.”
He chuckled while his son complained, but this gave him the opportunity to finally remove his helmet and a few pieces of his armor, which eventually earned him a small smile. Grogu had taken that gesture for what it was – they were finally home. And not having to rely on his filter told Din the same thing. That was what this smell meant. The one that had puzzled him so when they arrived earlier.
“Welcome home, kiddo. And happy new year.”
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Din huffed, slowly getting back to his feet despite the protests of at least eight major joints. He glared at the smoldering pile of metallic limbs twitching feebly a dozen feet away.
“Rrrresistance is… ill-advi-vi-vi-vised,” the assassin droid sputtered through its smoking vocoder. One of its hands promptly fell off with a clunk.
“I’ll take that into account,” Din muttered, groaning. That had been a nasty attack, but Whistling Birds, the Darksaber, and the ability of beskar to take a hit — or twelve — had won the day. He limped over to the droid’s wreckage and plunged the humming Darksaber into its central processing unit. Sparks scattered as the droid’s eyes finally dimmed.
His comlink crackled in the quiet. “Patu?” Grogu chirped.
Din grinned and raised the device to reply. “Hey, kid. Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be back soon.”
Grogu chattered a rapid series of questions in his own private language, one Din had grown quite adept in. He chuckled at the kid’s audacity. Where had he learned that?
“Did I — what do you take me for, Grogu?” Din asked. He bent down, his back creaking, and picked up the severed droid hand. He nodded, clipped it to his belt, and began the walk back to Peli’s. “Of course I got you a souvenir.”
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Written for @dankfarrikdrabbles, prompts “assassin droid” and “hammered.”
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Dank Farrik Drabbles - 4/10/22
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97: Red, Calm
She was painting her armour red, and in that moment, he couldn’t think of a colour more beautiful. She asked him what he was staring at, and he just smiled and said nothing. The sunset made the sky of Atollon blaze crimson behind them, matching her painting, and he thought nothing could be more appropriate: the sun and Sabine. Both fiery but full of warmth, they provided - for those who relied on them – comfort and security; they burned those that didn’t. She smiled at his silhouette, contrasted against the brilliant sky, until he started turning, and she threw her paint can at him – anything to disguise the emotions she was feeling.
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Dank Farrik Anniversary Drabble: Lightsaber/Shame
“Djarin.” Bo nodded towards the door of the airlock, signaling to him that it was time to go. He had been standing in the limbo between ships for far too long already, but the weight of the darksaber was so immense in this moment that he could barely stay on his feet, let alone walk.
Din was about to meet his people, a few dozen warriors from across the galaxy, gathered here on the same ship to see their new ruler. It was a risky move, having them in one place like this, but it was a necessary one. Tradition, and whatnot.
And if anyone knew about tradition, it was Din. All he could think of was how his tribe fared, and every time he imagined the path these Mandalorians would walk with him, he saw piles of chipped beskar armor.
He could still turn around. Throw the darksaber out the airlock and save these few remaining people from destruction, and live out his days in the outer rim.
“Da.” Grogu said from next to his ankle, expectantly looking at him, probably bored of the tiny space.
Din sighed. He might be able to walk away, sure. And maybe a year ago he would have. Not his contract, not his problem. Now though, there was a certain degree of responsibility, a duty to try and make a better world. If not for himself, then for the Kid.
“Okay, okay, I know.” he said, the ancient weapon feeling lighter in his hand. With a last, deep breath, Din hit the panel and stepped into the flagship of his fleet.
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Okay so like, I’ve never requested anything so I don’t really even expect you to see this lol. But likeeee, can I possibly request a Din Djarin x reader, where neither the reader or Din know Grogu has the armor under his robe that the armorer gave him, and something happens where Grogu gets hurt and they both lose their minds before getting to him and realizing little dude is just fine. Please and thank you 🥹
Ooooh this is a good prompt. Speaking of, if you've asked for one then it's probably on my to-do list, but i am slow🤡. plus, updates of AFS and a couple other things come before random drabbles.
Din Djarin x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k (i dont think I'm capable of writing less than a thousand words apparently smh)
AT FAULT
"don't let fear make your decisions." -Michael G. Manning
The quarry was laid on his back as a pool of purple blood began to settle in the sand under him. The twi'lek was motionless and your breathing was finally starting to calm. In one arm you held Grogu who seemed nonplussed by the violence at hand and in your other you held the still smoking blaster. When you managed to tear your eyes off the quarry's body they lifted to land on Din who stood stiff on the other side of the body.
"What the kriff was that?" Din snapped. His entire body was drawn taut like a wired rope pulled to tight. He was nearly vibrating in place and the anger that leaked into his voice was palpable. "Karking⏤ what the hell do you think you're doing out here!?"
His tone made your already irritable mood worse. You stuck the rarely used blaster back into the holster at your thigh. "Apparently, saving you! Maybe show a little gratitude!"
"Grati⏤” The word wasn’t even able to leave Din’s mouth. He stormed forward, boots passing the dead quarry, until he stood right in front of you. Close enough that the Mandalorian was forcing you to tilt your head up to look at him. You knew he stood that close on purpose⏤ he wanted to tower over you right now. “The two of you could’ve gotten killed! I told you not to leave the Razor Crest!”
“We’ve been on that ship for two weeks straight, Din!” You argued. “We just wanted a little fresh air⏤”
“I told you this quarry was dangerous, I said⏤”
“All your quarries are dangerous, Din. You⏤”
“When I tell you to stay on the damn ship,” Din grabbed your by the arm not holding Grogu, “I expect you to kriffing listen. Dank farrik, cyar’ika.” The way he spat out your usual nickname made you wince. “I told you this quarry was bad news⏤”
“And I told you that you shouldn't have taken the bounty!” You yelled and tried to yank your arm free. Din held on tight, and Grogu began to babble worriedly in your arms. “I told you we should take a break! Take a breath! We all need it, even you. Especially, you!”
You yanked your arm back again and this time it broke free. Din settled on placing his hands on his hips, but you could still feel his anger radiating off of him. Tempers had been running high the last few weeks, stuck on a close quarter ship while stressing over the Empire being on your heels, and it seemed the two of you were finally letting it come to a head.
“It’s naive of you to think we have the time for a break.” Din seethed. “I take bounties so we can afford fuel to run, food to eat, and⏤” He shook his head, taking in a sharp breath before continuing. “You tell me to show you gratitude? Gratitude because you risked yours and Grogu’s life for me?” Din took one step toward you and you took two steps back so he stayed a foot or so away. He pointed to himself. “Everything I do, my only priority, is keeping you and Grogu safe. Away from the Empire. So, how about you show a little gratitude and stay on the damn ship when I tell you to.”
Grogu whined in your arms and you shifted him to the other in a poor attempt to console him. You weren’t ready to climb onto the Razor Crest quite yet. You weren’t done with this fight. Din’s anger and words only spurring you on further.
“You think I’m not grateful for all you do?” You spat. “Of course, I am, you ass! I just hate watching you burn yourself into the ground for us. You need to take care of yourself too, Din. That involves taking a break now and then! That’s why I suggested leaving this bounty untouched. I just want to help.”
Din nodded once then tilted his head. “Right. Yeah. Putting Grogu and yourself at risk was a lot of help. I feel much better. Thank you, cyar’ika.”
You scoffed, “You know what, Din? You are⏤”
The sound of an unfamiliar chuckle and your eyes snapped from the dark t-shape visor to the quarry sitting up with a menacing grin. It took less than a second. It happened so quickly that your mind couldn’t register the movements fast enough.
A blaster raised.
A blaster fired.
And, you didn’t have the time to spin away. The force of the blaster bolt knocked you right off your feet and onto the ground.
You heard Din scream, the sound hoarse and raw and broken, then you heard another blaster go off. As you laid on your back, you realized you weren’t hurting. Your back was a little sore from landing on it, but you didn’t feel the sharp burning pain of a blaster scorching through your skin. That’s when your brain finally clicked. That’s when you realized. Grogu. Oh, Maker. Grogu. Grogu, baby⏤ Your eyes snapped down to see the little boy’s eyes closed and the front of his robe was blackened from the blow.
The scream that filled the air this time was yours. You felt the sound reverberate in the base of your throat, it rattled your chest, but the only noise you could hear was the racing heartbeats that pounded in your ears. You sat up, cradling him to your chest, and you could feel gloved hands pawing at your arms. Someone was trying to take him⏤ someone was trying to take him from you. You screamed once more, your body shook, and a gloved hand cupped the side of your face. Nothing registered until you saw Grogu blink his big eyes open. Your breath caught in your throat. That same gloved hand pulled aside Grogu’s ruined robe and the telltale shine of beskar stared back up at you. A mudhorn adorning the plate that Grogu wore at the center of his chest.
Grogu let out a soft mumble and smiled up at you.
“Oh, thank the Maker.” Din breathed. “Cyar’ika. Cyar’ika? Cyari’ka!” A hand titled your face up, tearing your eyes away from Grogu who was wiggling in your tight grip. You met the dark t-shape visor of Din’s helmet. “Are you okay? Did it clip you? Are you hurt?”
You shook your head and opened your mouth, but all that came out was a ragged sob. Even after Din pulled you both into his arms, you continued to cry against his silver beskar plated chest until your own chest ached from how badly each sob racked your body. Grogu seemed content to be squashed between you and Din.
Hours later, in the quiet of hyperspace, Din sat in the pilot’s chair with you on his lap, cradled against his body, while you held Grogu tight to yours. It seemed since the incident Din refused to let either of you go, and you had no desire to complain. Having his arms wrapped around you while you watched Grogu sleep was the safest you had ever felt.
“I’m so sorry, Cyar’ika.” Din whispered. His unmodulated words were muffled by the way he rested his face at the top of your head⏤ buried his lips into your hair to continue peppering light kisses anywhere he had access. In this position, your head tucked under his, you couldn’t see his face. “I am so, so sorry.”
You shook your head lightly. When you spoke, your voice was ragged from screaming earlier, “No, I am. I should’ve listened to you, Din. I should’ve stayed on the ship.” Your eyes began to water again. “I almost got Grogu killed.”
“No. No, that wasn’t your fault. Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut.” Din mumbled the end of his sentence in Mando’a. “You were right. I shouldn’t have taken that bounty. I can’t lose the two of you and I’ve grown… obsessive in trying to protect you.”
“It’s worked. You’ve kept us safe. If I had listened to you⏤”
“You’re not prisoners. I can’t lock you away from the world because of my fear.” Din cut in. You let your free hand trace down the small bridge of Grogu’s nose and he scrunched it up at the contact while staying soundly in his sleep. Nothing Din would say could rid you of this guilt entirely. If he wanted to claim the mistake he could, but that didn’t make it any less your fault as well. “Please speak to me.”
You closed your eyes and lifted your head so you could press a kiss against Din’s throat. He shuddered and sighed at the touch. “Can we just agree that this is both of our faults?”
“We can.” Din shrugged, his arms tightened around you. “But I'd rather you not take any of the blame.”
“Yes, well, unfortunately as we’ve learned, I’m not good at listening.” You mumbled.
Din chuckled. “Good. I don’t want you to blindly listen to me. Your ideas are equally as good as mind, if not occasionally better.” He closed the space to press a soft kiss against yours. It was sweet and tender. Not a declaration of lust or desire, but a reassurance that you were there. Din broke away to whisper. “But if you could at least let me know when you are leaving the ship, I’d appreciate it.”
“Only if you promise to take us somewhere pretty soon.”
“I’m already ahead of you, cyar’ika.” As he spoke, his lips brushed against yours and you had no desire to lean back away from him. Din moved his hand and you could feel his hand brush against the side of your arm every time he soothingly rubbed Grogu’s head. “Crest is on route to Naboo.”
You pressed another light peck of your lips against his before leaning your head back down against his chest. Din settled his head back on top of yours, and you felt the soft caress of his thumb against your arm from the hand that was wrapped around you. Din pulled you and Grogu a hair closer, and you reveled in the silence of hyperspace.
"Also, when did Grogu get a mudhorn beskar chestplate?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
mando'a translations
Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut.
[My beautiful darling, this sin is mine.]
#asks#feel free to ask me about anything!!#the mandalorian#din djarin#din djarin x you#din djarin x reader#mando x reader#mando x you#mandalorian x you#mandalorian x reader#grogu#angst/comfort#fluff
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We don't talk anymore
This is just a quick angsty drabble that sprang to mind late last night and I just had to write it down.
Summary: Din is struggling with his feelings for you, the woman he hired to be Grogu's carer. He never expected to fall for you, but he did and he fell hard!
Warnings: angst, pining, use of Y/N. The Razor Crest has been replaced by a new one.
"For maker's sake, will you just talk to me Mando!" You didn't mean for your voice to come out so loud but frustration got the better of you. Standing in the cockpit of the Razor Crest with your fists clenched and throat constricting from fighting back the tears threatening to spill, you wait for his reply, any reply but instead all you got was a tense, towering wall of Beskar, unshifting, motionless apart from the rise and fall of his chest plate. Sometimes it seemed as though this impassive Mandalorian was just an extension of his ship, cold metal like the walls surrounding you. But besides his stoic display you know there is a man with feelings under all that armour. You've seen that man seep through the emotional armour he often resides behind when Grogu was in his care.
Gentle touches, soft chuckles, warm words and an endless amount of adoration for his little foundling revealed to you the real person Mando tired to suppress. After a while his aloof conduct towards you began to dissolve slightly too and you found him becoming more receptive to conversations, sometimes him being the one to initiate them. But recently he seemed to have retreated back into his armour and no matter how hard you tried to talk to him, to get him to open up, he would not allow even the slightest crack to materialise. "Have I done something or said something to upset you?-" "Of course not," he cut you off quickly. "Then what is it?" You pled, voice cracking. "You never talk to me unless you have to. Ever since our last visit to Nevarro you've been..... different." You exhale tiredly on the last word and hang your head as if you've been mentally defeated.
Din noticed how you deflated, he notices everything about you. How your eyes light up when something excites or amuses you, the little creases between your eyes when you frown, the gentle sway of your hips when you walk, and your laugh..... stars, it sounds heavenly to him! You are ingrained into his very soul. He's never been in love before but he knows without a doubt that this is the real thing. You are his everything. And that's the problem. He doesn't know how to tell you how he feels. He doesn't know if you would feel the same or if you would reject him. Din found it easier to ignore his growing affection for you while you were looking after Grogu. He was the priority for the both of you and having a shared responsibility made it easier for you both to connect.
Over time he noticed the conversations between you two had gone from being just about Grogu and his next quarry to more personal and private discussions (well most of the personal discussions were about you. He did share some of his childhood memories about his parents, and his early years with the covert but he never delved too far into his past). He enjoyed learning more about you, and the more he learned, the more his love for you bloomed. He hated seeing you hurting like this now and the worst part for him is knowing he's the one causing you this pain. But he doesn't know what to do or say in this moment. Should he reach out to comfort you? Should he just shrug your reaction off and tell you you're being dramatic? Dank Farrik, he doesn't know how to speak to you now that it's just the two of you with no distractions to occupy his mind.
His thoughts drift back to that day on Nevarro; Din watched you in the distance flitting from stall to stall, eyeing up all the local produce and bespoke clothing and jewellery while he sat outside a nearby cantina with Cara Dune. "So how's the little guy doing?" She asked Din while sipping her Spotchka. Din turned to her, a wistful smile breaking under his helmet, "He's actually doing very well. Last I heard he's managed to wield the force without it exhausting him." He couldn't help the pride emanating through his words at what his little one has accomplished in such a short time. "And I see Y/N is still with you," Cara smirked as she pointed to you. "Yep," Din replied casually, looking back over to you to make sure you were still in sight. When he turned back to look at Cara she still had that smirk plastered across her face. "What?" Din asked with a hint of confusion. "Nothing.... just thought you would have told her by now...." she trailed off while smiling into her cup.
"Tell her what?" He knew what she was getting at but decided to play oblivious anyway. Cara rolled her eyes and let out a playful huff, "Oh come on, anyone can see how you two feel about each other." "I don't... she doesn't..... it's not like that." Din has never stumbled over his words before and he hated how small it made him feel. "Haven't you noticed how she looks at you? Seriously, can't you see it?" she pressed. "It's just.... it's not a good idea," Din huffed. "I hired her to care for Grogu. That was the agreement, temporary employment-" "and yet she's still here," Cara clarified. Din was silent for a moment. He hadn't thought about it that way. Why were you still with him? You've had plenty of opportunities to settle on a safe world, yet you seemed to be in no hurry to leave. He felt a spark of hope ignite from the fact that you stayed, and after what Cara had just said. Cara's next words brought a nervous lump to his throat. "You need to tell her, before it's too late." After a moment Din simply nods at her. She's right, he knows she's right but how in the kriffin hell would he even go about telling you that he's in love with you?
Looking up at Din with glassy eyes, you know what you need to ask, and you're terrified to in case the answer you get is the one that'll break your heart. But you have to know now. "Do you want me to leave? Is that it?" you questioned with a shaky voice, while Din's posture became even more rigid. "It's okay if you want me to leave, you only had to tell me. I know this arrangement was temporary. I understand if you want your home back." Din couldn't believe what he was hearing. Of course he doesn't want you to leave! If he had his way he would have melded your bodies and souls together, the two of you existing perfectly in unison for eternity. He opened his mouth to speak but words failed him, instead a strangled "Uh" was all that escaped. The response was all that was needed to confirm your worst fear. He wants you to leave, he just didn't have the heart to tell you sooner.
Your mind told you it's perfectly understandable, after all you were only here to do a job but your heart cried out in anguish. You'd fallen hopelessly in love with this hardened Mandalorian and the thought of now having to adjust to life without him left your stomach in knots. You could almost feel your heart literally breaking apart inside your chest. Now you know what it means when they say love hurts. You had hoped he would stop you, cut you off with a declaration of love... oh you felt so foolish now. "Okay," You whisper sadly. "I'll get off at the next planet. I'll just...... I'll go pack my things." Before Din could react you'd turned away and made your way down the ladder to the hull of the ship where your makeshift sleeping quarters are to collect your belongings. His fingers twitched anxiously at his sides while the rest of his body remained frozen to the spot. He can't let you go, not like this, not without you knowing the truth. Taking a deep breath he forced his legs to carry him forward, to where you are. He realises it's now or never.
As he descends the ladder he can hear the faint sound of weeping and sniffling. His heart aromatically constricted, replacing his blood flow with the need to console you, protect you, make everything right, just so he can hear that exquisite laugh of yours again. He never wants to hear or see you in such distress ever again, and you won't be if he can help it. Your back is turned as Din approaches from behind. He knows you can hear his footsteps and are deliberately avoiding him, focusing on packing away the last of your clothes into your backpack. "Don't go," Din begged quietly. "Mando..." you voice sounded exhausted, "I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. I can't stand this constant silence between us." The tears were flowing freely now, your voice betraying that fact. "Please just listen to me. I can explain everything-" "Oh now you want to talk?" you deadpanned while turning to him. You didn't realise how close he was standing, his tall frame making you look up to meet his visor. "What could you possibly want to talk about?" Din's gloved hand slowly made contact with your cheek, the soft leather of his thumb brushing away a single tear.
"Us," he stated simply, yet at the same time his gentle caress told you there was so much more to his meaning. Your heart skipped a beat and you dared to hope. "Us?" you asked, perplexed. "Yes.... that's if.... if you want there to be an us. Because I do, cyar'ika." You gasp and for a moment you thought you must be dreaming, but no this is real and the joy you feel now is enough to make you want to burst. Din's unexpected confession had instantaneously erased all of your sorrow and anger, like a wave washing over fire. You look lovingly into his visor and tiptoe to gain a little more height. You gently press your hands to both sides of his helmets' cheeks and bring his forehead down to meet yours in a keldabe kiss. You know exactly what this gesture means to him after he told you all about Mandalorian customs. It was Din's turn to gasp now, the sounds etching out a wide grin on your face. "Of course I do," you burst, while reaching for his hands. Din let out a shaky breath as you pulled your head away and you could tell he was smiling like a fool under his helmet, much like you are doing.
"I'm sorry cyare. I'm not very good at talking about my feelings, but I will try for you and I want you to know how much I love you." You close your eyes and sigh in contentment, knowing this is the start of something amazing. When you open them again you ask softly "What do those words mean? Cyar'ka, cyare?" "Darling, sweetheart, beloved," Din cooed stroking your hair. "I love you too, cyare," you repeated his native word back to him. Din felt a gush of pure ecstacy ripple through his body with your reciprocation. "Din," he breathed into your ear. "What?" you asked him with a confused smile. "My name is Din Djarin." Your smile quickly grew into one of affection and adoration. You know he doesn't usually give people his name and for him to give you this piece of himself just shows you how much he loves you. "I love you, Din Djarn," you purred passionately. "I love you too Y/N Y/L/N."
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October is halfway over (oh no!), which means Halloween is closer (Oh yes!). It's been great to see the Star Wars-tober prompt list being used by so many people! Here is a list of blogs who have participated. If you have the time, please drop in and enjoy and encourage these talented artists and writers!
Please send a note if we missed anyone. We'll be doing an end of the month round-up as well. :D
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Day 18 of Dank Farrik Tober, prompt: training!
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It Gave Me You (Din x Reader) - Back To You Drabble
A/N: This is for Dincember 2022 days 6-9, Hot Chocolate, Blanket, Candle, and Lights. It’s set in the Back To You universe, where? I have no idea…. (Is kinda a continuation of the first two.) This one got long but I don’t caaaaarrreeeee!
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Maybe like one or two light swear words? Space swearing. It gets kinda steamy without actual steam.
Word count: 4,541
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You’d gotten supplies on the last planet, excited to toss them all together once you touched down on your next temporary haunt.
Din peeked over your shoulder as you surveyed the items spread out on a crate in front of you. “And it makes what again?”
You huffed. “A spiced drink. It’s drunk during a holiday on…. I can’t remember the name of the planet, but people started requesting it at the bar, so I learned how to make it. I think the kid will love it.” Din took a deep breath, but you cut him off before he could speak, holding up a hand to placate him. “Don’t worry, Din. The alcohol all cooks out, it’s completely safe for him.”
Letting the breath out on a long sigh, his weight shifted to one leg before he gave a single nod, turning to head up to the cockpit.
Clapping your hands together once, you rubbed them together as a grin climbed your face. Looking back at the ingredients, you licked your lips in excitement. “I can’t wait to make this.”
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“Dank farrik- Din? Din! It exploded! Get the kid off the ship. We all have to stay outside tonight until this airs out….” Turning you ran face first into a beskar chest plate.
He looked from you to the small flame still lingering behind you, plumes of smoke billowing up into the ship. “What is going on?”
Turning slightly you gestured to the items and areas as you spoke, trying hard to keep your voice from turning into a groan of annoyance at the whole thing. “Your kriffing burner exploded when I stepped into the fresher for two seconds-” Letting out a huff of aggravation, you turned to face the disaster fully, kicking the burner- what was left of it- where it sat on the floor. “Stupid piece of….” You glared at it a moment before hissing, “I’ll see you in hell.” You kicked it again. “May spice salt your wounds!”
Din tilted his helmet at you curiously.
“I learned….” You began to cough as smoke continued to fill the Crest. “I learned that from a Twi'lek patron at the bar.” You smiled proudly before coughing violently.
Gripping your upper arms, Din began to usher you towards the ramp. “Come on, mesh’la.” You spotted the kid at the bottom, peering up at you with a tilt of his head and a soft coo. “We’re going to have to find alternate lodging tonight.” Pushing you forward firmly, you stumbled slightly over your feet as he hurried you down the ramp.
“Din, I'm sorry-”
“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed. “The weather’s fine, so we should be-”
Just then lightning streaked across the sky, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. A clap of thunder so loud the ground shook under your feet and the air seemed to vibrate along with it rang out shortly after, making all three of you look up toward the sky, the child letting out an, “Eh?”
“I saw a cabin when we flew over, maybe a mile back that way?” You turned, pointing off to your right and back a ways. “If we hurry, we should make it before the storm hits.” Running back up the ramp, ignoring his protests, you came back down hacking with the satchel to carry the kid. “Bad idea,” you coughed. “Bad idea,” dragging out the vowel, you bent over and rested on your knees, trying to clear your lungs. Lifting your head, you winced up at his visor, your voice hoarse. “Any chance that bucket on your head filters air?”
He sighed, starting up the ramp. “I’ll get our stuff.”
“Tha-” you cleared your throat, standing upright to take a deep breath. “Thank you,” you called over your shoulder to him, swinging the satchel over your shoulders before scooping up the child and placing him inside to rest at your hip.
Lightning flashed again, then another, thunder rolling in a constant wave accompanying the sudden glow. Looking up, you saw the storm clouds rolling in closer.
“Din?” You called, hoping he’d hear you back in the ship. “We need to-” Turning you once again came face to chest with his beskar, the tip of your nose touching the cold metal. “Dank farrik!” You hissed, stumbling back a few steps, and bringing a hand to your forehead as you stared at the ground. “Don’t do that.” Scrubbing the hand down your face in exasperation, you looked up into his visor as you let it fall to your side. “We need to go,” you said simply, turning on your heel and beginning the way of the cabin. “I know you’re laughing, by the way.”
His soft laughter bubbled up behind you, barely loud enough to be heard over his trailing footsteps, but soon he was silent again and fell in step beside you.
Looking over and up into his visor, you grimaced. “Sorry, again. I know it’s not what we planned, but it’s a roof over our head-”
“Don’t worry about it,” he assured you again, turning back to face forward. “More than one way to skin a womp rat.” When you didn’t respond, he turned his head back to find you looking at him with the most utterly confused expression he’d ever seen on your face, making him chuckle softly before turning back forward again. “I learned that from a Twi’lek bounty on Jakku.”
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On the way there, you came upon an outlook, the planet sprawling below in a spectacular view. In the distant horizon, glowing spots of cities lit up the looming clouds, their lights twinkling along the surface.
“Too bad we didn’t land closer to one of those,” you pointed in their direction. “We’d have a better option for a place to stay tonight.”
Din grunted. “Too many people. I like it better out here.”
“That’s right. I forget you hate crowds.” You grinned up at him. “Yet somehow we met on the most crowded planet….”
“The only good thing about Coruscant is that it gave me you,” he mused quietly, staring at the skyline. “If I never had to go back to that being infested hell, I’d be a happy man.”
“That’s my home you’re talking about,” your voice was breathier than you intended as you continued to stare up at him. Turning to the skyline, you cleared your throat. “But can’t say I disagree with you.”
You felt his visor trained on you, but you kept your eyes forward.
“You don’t want to go back?” Something in his voice made you turn and look at him. It was complex, multifaceted. It was vulnerable, bewildered, but also, at the same time, hopeful.
You felt a small smile work its way up your face. “I’ve had something better come up.”
He took a sharp breath, his chest puffing out just a little bit, making your grin only grow.
“Now that I think about it,” you tilted your head, turning your body to face him, and he mirrored you. “Coruscant brought me you.” Your grin grew a little lopsided. “Reluctant to be there, though you may have been.”
“The only thing I was reluctant about was talking to you and scaring you off.”
“Me? Scare? Pffft!” You pointed at your chest before waving your hand in dismissal.
“Not everyone is accepting of a Mando, believe it or not. But then again, people don’t tend to be accepting of others who throw lit bottles of alcohol across the street-”
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” you cut him off, hands going to your hips as you began to look anywhere but at him, not able to fight the small smile on your face.
“You seem to have a problem with alcohol and explosions. The day I met you, today….” Din was counting off on his fingers, one hand on his hip as his weight shifted to one leg.
You leveled a blank stare on him. “That’s twice.”
“Which is more than once, and that’s saying something.”
You shook your head disbelievingly at him, chuckling darkly. Reaching out, you shoved his shoulder playfully while grumbling, “I hate you.”
Din only tilted his head to the side as he kept his gaze on you, laughing softly.
“We need to get going before it starts-”
With a clap of thunder and flash of lightning, the skies seemed to open up and let loose the downpour you’d been watching brew on the horizon.
“You were saying?” Din yelled over the roar of the falling water, making you glare at him. “It’s not much further. Come on, this way.” He turned, his cape fanning out behind him and almost smacking you in the face.
Batting it away with one hand, you clutched it tight and hung on, using it to keep close and in line with Din. You could barely see the rain was so heavy. You were trusting him to lead you the rest of the way.
The child let out a happy squeal, and when you glanced down, you saw him clapping happily, already drenched to the bone. He stuck one hand out and the drops around him suspended in the air, circling him almost lazily. It looked like he was in a bubble of some sort.
“Din!” You yelled to be heard over the rain, making him pull up short, his head turning just slightly to let you know he was listening. “Look at the kid.”
Turning to look fully over his shoulder, an amused scoff came out of his modulator, followed soon after by him reaching out and flipping the flap of the satchel over the head of the kid.
An indignant squawk came from the bag as it wriggled slightly, the water he had suspended all falling at once and soaking the bag. He let out a little whimper after that, but calmed down.
Din began to walk again, and you followed, cape still tightly in your grip with your right hand.
Lifting the flap just slightly, you peeked in at him, finding him looking up at you with the most adorable little pout you’d ever seen him try. Reaching out your index finger, you put your left hand in the bag and let him clutch your finger tightly in his tiny hands. Sending him only good and happy thoughts, you smiled when you heard a soft coo come from the satchel. He sent you a wave of contentment in return, before releasing your finger and pushing your hand out of the bag. “Well, fine then,” you mumbled, staring at the bag in shock before you huffed, looking back up to stare at the back of Din’s helmet as you followed after him.
Once you made it over a particularly slippery and muddy hill, the small little cabin finally came into view. No lights were in the windows, no speeders parked outside, it was truly vacant.
Din turned back to you, causing you to have to let go of his cape. “Go down slowly. It’s very slippery here, and if you fall, there are rocks just under the mud. I brought a medpack, but we don’t have anything that will help a broken bone, and you saw how far we are from any place with medical help.”
Nodding, you kept your eyes up on his helmet, squinting as the rain continued to fall. Reaching up, you tried to wipe the water from your eyes, shielding them slightly with your hand above them, but it didn’t help. Looking back down, you nodded again. “Got it.”
Once you’d both made it down the hill- not without you nearly landing on your ass once in a comical display with some particularly slippery mud, making you stop, throw your head back, and laugh while the kid joined in from the satchel and Din laughed softly from a few feet away- you all let out a sigh of relief.
Slamming the door open, you both stumbled over the threshold, dripping enough water off your limbs to make small puddles where you stood.
“Told you it was here,” you grumbled, walking further inside the dark cabin.
“Never said it wasn’t,” Din sighed. “Just said to be careful.”
“Yeah, I know. But still.” You held up one finger, your eyebrows raised as you paused. “I was right.”
Din just walked to the side to set the gear down by the door, shaking his head at you.
Reaching down to grab the front of your shirt, you twisted it, what little you could grab under the satchel strap, to wring out as much water as you could. Looking around as you did, you found the place very empty.
There was a single candle in a holder on the table, burnt almost all the way down.
“It should offer a little light, if only for a little while,” you said offhandedly. “Enough for us to eat something then get in bed.” Looking around, you tapped the top of the kid’s head with your fingers gently where he rested at your hip in the satchel. “Speaking of, what does that situation look like?”
“Patu?”
You looked down to find him looking up at you, your fingers smooshing his cheeks up. “Oh! I’m so sorry, ad’ika. I didn’t even realize.” Pinching his cheek playfully, you gave his face a little shake before releasing him, taking him out and setting him on the floor. He let out a soft coo before ambling off to explore.
Igniting the flamethrower on your vambrace just enough that a small flame danced along the beskar, you lifted the candle, lighting the wick, and casting the small cabin in lilting shadows. Setting it back in the center of the table, you surveyed the small space with a more critical eye.
A lone chair sat in a far corner, cobwebs spun between its back and the walls it sat against. On the far left stood what was left of a small kitchen, a thick layer of dust along every surface. Between the chair and the table in front of you was a bed, a thin mattress still laying proudly along its rails, just wide enough for two people.
“At least it’s bigger than the bunk on the Crest,” Din mused, stepping up to stand behind you.
You glared at him over your shoulder, hands resting on your hips. “If we can make that work, no complaining about needing space in this.” You pointed over your shoulder in the vague direction of the Crest before pointing at the bed in front of you. Pulling the satchel off of your shoulders, you set it on the table, flinging your hands out to the side to try and get the bigger droplets that still clung to your skin off.
Din set something on the table, and you eyed the ration packs. “Which do you want?”
You smiled as you looked at them before turning your face up to his visor. “You and the kid choose first. I’m fine with whatever.”
Din let out a grunt before he handed you a pack, then carried another over to the kid. When he opened it, you saw it was the kid’s favorite. Looking down to the one in your hands, it was one both you and Din liked more than the others. To be honest, most of them weren’t that great, but this one was okay. You’d just read the label on the one Din scooped off the table for himself before he’d swiped it out of your view.
“Din, here. Take mine. You hate that one.”
“So do you,” he shot back, holding it away from your outstretched hand.
“Yeah….” You trailed off, watching his visor as you spoke. “But I mind it less. It’s not a problem. Really. Just-” you reached for it again, but he pulled it further back and up out of your reach.
“Mesh’la, stop it. It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not, Din,” you huffed, getting aggravated. “Just….” Your hands fell back to your sides with a slap against your thighs in frustration. “Fine. You know what? You win.”
“Thank you.” He nodded once, stepping around you as you turned back to the table. “Was that so ha-”
The packet flew out of his hand and into your waiting one, where you quickly tore it open, pouring it into your open bag, and mixing the two together, before pouring the proper amount back into his bag.
“Hey!” He protested, stepping up close to your shoulder as he just watched.
Handing it to him, you offered a small smile. “Here. Have some of mine.”
After a moment of staring, Din took the bag, turning to stalk off silently and stare out the still open door as he tipped his helmet back just enough to eat.
You smirked, going to sit on the bed with your packet. You watched as the kid found a blanket in an old chest under a window in the cabin, and he drug it over to the middle of the floor, moving it all around until he was satisfied, and curled up into the middle of it, finishing his packet. He sent the empty container floating over to you as he snuggled further into the soft little bed, making you chuckle as you plucked it from the air. “G’night, kid.” He cooed at you softly as his eyes drifted shut, and pretty soon he was fast asleep.
Din came over, silent as ever, and took the empty packets from your hands gently, making you jump. “Sorry,” he spoke softly, turning to tuck them away in one of the bags.
“No problem.” You matched his tone, trying to keep it soft like your surroundings, the candle burning low. You watched as Din went over to close and latch the front door, casting the room into more shadow. “You should get out of your armor. You need to let your clothes dry as much as possible, or you’re going to get sick. I can help, if you want-”
“No, I can do it myself,” he said quietly, beginning to unfasten his vambraces just as the candle went out, a wisp of smoke curling into the air.
Thinking about it, you decided to take your own off, setting them on the table gently before making your way back to the bed in the dark. The silence was filled with the sound of rain outside, and the soft clunk of beskar being set in a pile by the wall. It took longer than you thought it would, and you turned to look at him.
“Are you sure? I can….”
Lightning flashed outside, filling the space briefly in every hidden corner. He’d been facing away from you, his helmet in his hands as he removed that last piece of his armor, the final thing between him and his creed lifted.
Darkness filled the space once again, cloaking his secret and your wide eyed stare. A low roll of thunder gently vibrated the timbers of the home, the shutters on the windows rattling slightly.
You kept your gaze locked on the back of his head, or where you had seen it for however brief a moment, blinking once. Twice. Three times, before your mouth snapped shut and you swallowed roughly.
“I can….” You began again, another flash of lightning streaking across the sky outside and filling the inside of the cabin with soft blue light stopping you short when you caught a glimpse of a face, only enough to know that’s what you’d seen. Not enough to see any features or definition, but enough to know he had been looking at you, too.
Screwing your eyes shut as thunder rattled the beams once again, you stammered, turning your face slightly away from him. “Um….”
Even with your eyes closed, it felt like a betrayal, the phantom of his profile burned into your mind and glowing behind your eyelids. “I didn’t…. I only saw….” You huffed. “It was more an outline than anything….” You gestured vaguely in his direction, startling when his hand slid softly into yours before pulling it close to his chest as he sat on the bed beside you.
He shifted slowly until his chest was pressed gently against your back, and you didn’t even notice the dampness his clothes still held, but you did notice how warm he was. His thumb traced over your knuckles as he held it by his shoulder, close to his face. If you just stretched your fingers out a few inches, he'd be in your grasp.
His head lowered until his mouth rested lightly on your shoulder over your shirt, bringing your hand up to rest on the strong curve of his jaw.
Your fingers curled in on your hand for only a moment, startled at the feel of not just facial hair, but of skin under your touch, warm, soft skin where you usually felt cold, hard beskar. Letting your hand unfurl, you reached back, tracing the lines of his chin, to his cheek, scratching lightly and smiling when he let out a soft groan, adjusting so his chin sat on your shoulder, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear, and his chest coming impossibly closer along your spine.
Continuing up, you cradled his cheek for a moment before feeling his curls tickling the tips of your fingers, longer than that time months ago now on the Crest. With a sudden confidence, you carded your fingers through his hair, going until you held the nape of his neck in a soft hold, pulling closer still.
His lips ghosted over the skin of your neck, hot breaths fanning across the millimeter of space left between you and making you shudder softly.
“Are you cold?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but still vibrated into you from his chest, making you feel like they were your own words.
“No,” you breathed, smiling. “It’s-”
“Eh?”
Looking down, you both spotted the kid on the floor at the side of the bed. Lightning and thunder went off nearly in unison, illuminating his tiny face and making his appearance almost comical. Din let out a sigh, tucking his face into the back of your neck, making you chuckle. Scratching the back of his head where your hand still rested playfully, you patted it softly. “I got it. You go get your helmet, then come back over here.”
He pulled away reluctantly, and you let out a heavy breath as you looked down at the kid. “You couldn’t wait five minutes?” You mumbled as you leaned over to scoop him up into your lap. Laughing softly at the whole situation, you propped your arm on your knee, cradling your face as you stared down into his large eyes.
“Are you hungry?” You tried after a few seconds of silence. His eyes blinked slowly, struggling to stay open the longer he looked up at you, making you smile. “No, that’s not it. You just didn’t want to sleep alone all the way over there, did you?”
The child leaned on your thigh from his spot in your lap, his eyes closing and his breaths coming deep and even as he slept.
“I don’t blame him,” a familiar modulated voice said behind you, the bed dipping as he sat where he had been before. “I know how he feels.” The edge of his helmet came to rest where his face had been, and despite the cool touch of beskar, it made you feel warm like his skin had. It was a part of him.
“Hang on just a second,” you mumbled, sliding off the bed as gently as you could to not jostle the child. Handing him to Din, you noticed his visor looking at you in question, though he didn’t hesitate to take the kid. “I’m going to move that chair over beside the bed for him to sleep on,” you whispered, pointing across the room at the lone wooden chair in the corner.
Walking as lightly as possible, you winced when the floor squeaked under your weight once or twice, pausing and waiting to see if the kid stirred awake. Peeking over your shoulder to find both of them exactly where you’d left them, you quickly dashed the rest of the way, got the chair, and tiptoed back beside the bed, setting it down softly. Reaching into your bag next to you on the floor, you took out your scarf and bunched it up on the seat into a little makeshift bed for the child. Turning back, you found Din’s helmet tilted in curiosity as he looked from the scarf to you, and you shrugged before taking the child gently from him. “It smells like me. Figured it’d keep him thinking he was up here and asleep if the storm kicks up again.”
Setting the little green slumbering ward on the small makeshift bed, you let out a sigh of relief when he burrowed further into the material in his sleep before settling peacefully.
Backing up the few steps back to the bed, you let out a surprised yelp when an arm went around your waist and pulled you back against a strong chest, a hand flying up to cover your mouth to keep you from waking the child.
Sighing against his palm, you mumbled against his hand, “Din, damn it. You scared me.”
You went to look at him over your shoulder, but the hand over your mouth moved to cradle the side of your face and keep you facing forward. Arching a brow, you began to ask why you can’t turn around when a warm breath tickled your ear as he let out a soft chuckle and a “Sorry” that sounded anything but.
“You need to rest,” he mumbled into the curve of your neck, leaning to lay you both down on your sides as he pulled you more firmly to his chest. The hand that was cradling your face now rested under your head like a pillow.
“So do you,” you spoke barely above a whisper, turning your face into his arm below you, taking a deep breath through your nose and letting it out on a sigh.
His arm curled up, effectively moving you back to rest on his upper arm, his hand coming to rest on your head, moving his fingers in absent patterns that made your eyes flutter shut. “Sleep, mesh’la.” He mumbled again, voice lazy and content as he spoke into the back of your head where he’d tucked his face. You just registered a soft kiss against your hair before he tucked back into the top of your spine, his breath at the nape of your neck a constant reminder of how close he finally was. “Sleep.”
Your blanket from the cockpit came to rest over the both of you, cocooning you in warmth from one another.
“I’m sorry I exploded a festive juice on your ship,” you mumbled into his arm as you adjusted your position slightly.
One arm around your waist, the other still firmly under your head, he huffed a breath against your neck as he laughed softly, a smile evident in his tone as he relaxed further into you. “I’m not.”
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Dank Farrik Drabble #50
I reached 50, I’m so happy!
Anyway, I'm not really liking the Din Grogu thing, so this is my attempt to make sense of it. Kinda. Hope you enjoy New weapon/Pride! Here are the rules for the challenge if you want to participate.
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“Din Grogu? Well that’s even worse.”
The Mandalorian sighed and Grogu lowered his ears in Peli’s arms. He was sure that if he still had IG-12 at his disposal, a series of loud “No” would be heard.
“Why’s his name even Din Grogu? Isn’t your name Din Djarin?” she asked, unmoved by their reaction. Peli had never bothered using his own name, and had been very vocal in the past regarding the boy’s patronym – she didn’t like either and would keep on calling them what she pleased. He was usually “Mando” when she was in a good mood, which was rare. More often, it contained the words “bucket” or “idiot”. The child was luckier in that department. Until now at least.
“It’s tradition,” Din replied, hoping that she wouldn’t request him to elaborate. But of course she did, her eyebrows rising impatiently. She was Peli after all.
“He’s my apprentice. I’ve adopted him and he will bear my first name for the duration of his training. Once he’s ready, he’ll be Grogu Djarin.”
The boy nodded, looking at him intently – he’d gone over all of this with him already, and he was showing the same reaction now: a deep sense of pride. Din smiled, remembering how proud he’d also felt when he started as an apprentice all those years ago. That sense of finally belonging, something he’d yearned to find for a long time before being given a real place among his new family.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Peli noted, squarely bringing him back to the present.
“It’s just tradition,” Din tried again with a shrug. “And honorific – people will still call him ‘Grogu’.”
“Well it’s a stupid tradition.”
Din had never liked thinking too much about some aspects of his Creed. He’d just been happy to be given a place somewhere, even if it meant agreeing to things he didn’t fully understand. But part of him sometimes wondered if he should make an effort, because he thought Peli’s remark was warranted. Why shouldn’t Grogu have his last name already?
“So why did you comm me?” he asked her instead – he’d think about all of this some other time. “You mentioned a new weapon?”
He’d learned to be wary of the vocabulary the mechanic used when she was trying to lure him back to Tatooine. Too many times she had almost managed to drag him there with the promise of a new Razor Crest or amban sniper rifle she’d somehow found. So the fact that she had been so vague this time had piqued his interest. Knowing her, it meant it was probably something big.
“Right!” she said, putting Grogu down on top of a nearby crate and rifling through her (many) pockets. “It’s this!”
Peli was holding some kind of rock. Small, with polished surfaces. It was almost transparent and very pretty to be sure, but this was no weapon.
“What is it?” Din still asked, not realizing that his son’s ears had reached epic height on his head.
“This, my bucket-headed friend, is a kyber crystal.”
“It’s a what?”
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the only hope (The Mandalorian)
Written for @dankfarrikdrabbles, prompts Wound + Spent. Finally, time to write some whump about Din's injuries in Return of the Mandalorian! 700 words of angsty Din whump :-D
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His boots dragged - skurr, skurr - against the ground, growing harder to lift with each new step. He hissed, biting his lip as the charred fabric of his flightsuit scraped against the raw burn on his thigh. How could he have been so stupid —
Din groaned, shaking his head and trying to focus on holding his bounty. He shifted the weight of the bag to his good hand. The other hand throbbed, the bite wound between the web of his thumb and forefinger pulsing with every heartbeat. Careless. You know Klatooinians bite.
He had known it, but he’d gotten sloppy. He’d thought he’d known how to use the Darksaber, too, but look where that had gotten him. The weapon dangled from his belt, taunting him.
He heaved his bounty along, wishing not for the first time that his client had only needed the chain code for confirmation of death. The Klatooinian’s head felt as if it weighed as much as a neutron star, though he knew, faintly, it couldn’t be more than a few kilos. All he had to do was transport it to the other end of the ring station, and then —
What if I’m wrong?
What if they’re not here?
His head swam. He couldn’t afford to think that way, not with these injuries. He had to believe he was close. That he could do this.
He limped into the lift, bracing himself against the wall. He vaguely registered that there was an alien in the lift with him, but no matter; the being wasn’t a threat, and that was all Din needed to know. He trembled with the effort of standing upright as the lift coasted to a stop. Keep it together.
Din pulled in as deep a breath as he could and stepped out into the bar. The job wasn’t done until he’d gotten his information. He barged into his client’s private room with the sack dripping with blood, and he demanded what was owed him, focusing sharply on keeping his voice steady. The client was all small talk and new offers, telling him to take a seat and another job. He didn’t have time for this. He didn’t have strength for this.
The head thumped jarringly against the table. Din was done. He got the information he needed, cut the chatter so that he could limp back to the thankfully empty lift. He slipped inside, and the doors closed.
He sagged against the transparisteel, tried to look at the huge swath of cauterized flesh screaming on his leg. He panted, lowered his hands, attempted to touch --
Fuck, no, no, not an option. His hands shook badly, and he pulled them back, trying hard to catch his breath.
His fist clenched, spasming around the bite. He groaned, screwing his eyes shut. This had to work. Finding the tribe was his only hope.
They’ll help me. That is the Way.
But he remembered a little hand reaching out to him on a dark night on Arvela-7, Grogu’s ears lowering in concentration, the wounds in Greef’s arm knitting back together --
The lift slowed to a stop, and Din staggered out, trying to ignore the sudden ache in his chest. Wish you were here, kid. More than you know. He brushed a hand against the silver ball stowed safely in his belt pouch, wondering if he’d ever be able to drop it into Grogu’s waiting palm again.
But the Armorer’s words reverberated in his head, cutting through flashes of Grogu’s tiny grin, his mischievous looks, the weight of him in Din’s arms. Until it is reunited with its own kind, you are as its father.
Din swallowed.
(What did that make him now?)
He pushed forward, trying to focus. Grogu was safe with the Jedi, and Din needed his people. The tribe would take care of him. He clung to the idea as his helmet’s interface revealed hidden Mando’a in waysigns for those who knew to look. His boots dragged, skurr, skurr, a little closer to aid with every step.
He rounded the next corner. An infrared mythosaur flared back at him, bright and clean despite the blurring edges of his awareness. Hope filled him, desperate and shivering, a fragile thing he hadn’t felt in months.
He leaned heavily against the hatch beneath the mythosaur. His injured leg shook, threatening to buckle beneath him. Please. Please be here.
He didn’t know where else to go.
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Dank Farrik Drabble: Honey/Snug
Din was at the edge of his abilities, his mind focused like never before. He could hear the blood thrumming in his ears, and he could sense the resonant frequency of the ship’s idle engines. The left one would need attention soon, but the thought was quickly dismissed as he tried to visualize the little container of sweetener lifting off the crate across from him.
He had done this before, on a smaller scale. Why would lifting a container of sweet liquid be that much more difficult than a pebble?
And yet. Din exhaled, slowly, unclenching his jaw.
“Don’t rush!” he heard the training echo in his head as he sipped the now disappointingly lukewarm tea. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but smile and sneak a glance at Grogu in his lap, still out like a light.
At least one of them took the lesson to heart.
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