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Everything Has Changed

Ex!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Part two for Tolerate It

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Summary: A year after you saw Din on Nevarro, you’re living there working with Greef Karga like you had originally planned. Things change again when Din returns to Nevarro but this time with Grogu, a new house, and even more stories to tell you.

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, angst, helmetless Din, slight canon divergence, I took some liberties with Mandalorian culture, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, no use of y/n

You left your house and began your early morning walk to Greef Karga’s office, mentally preparing for another day of boring paperwork. You’ve fallen into a monotonous routine here; wake up and get ready, head into the office and file paperwork, head home and make dinner, go to bed and do it all again the next day. Sometimes Karga would give you an off-planet job. He would send you and a few other representatives from Nevarro to try and set up trade with other planets. You even got a vacation. Despite the endless and mind-numbing paperwork, working for Karga did have its benefits.

It’s been a year since you’ve seen Din here on Nevarro. You often wondered where he went after you left him that day. Did he reunite with Grogu? Did he still have the Starfighter? Where does he live now?

You think about the day you reunited with him. You wonder to yourself, did I make a mistake? But you know deep down in your heart you hadn’t. There was no use in staying with a man who didn’t fight for you.

You pushed all of your thoughts to the side and continued your walk to the office. The town started to open up for the day. Street vendors set up their stands and the town center began to fill with bustling people, trying to make it to their day-to-day jobs and errands. It was the start of a regular, ordinary day. You entered Karga’s building to find him standing there with an unreadable expression on his face.

“…What?” you asked.

“He’s back,” Greef said hesitantly.

“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific,” you said, although you knew who he was talking about but you were partly in denial.

“You know exactly who I’m talking about, him,” he said, emphasis on the last word.

Greef knew about your past together. He was there when you and Din were members of the bounty hunters guild. He saw your relationship grow from start to finish and he knew Din was a sore subject for you.

“What’s he doing here?”

“He lives here now.”

“Whose bright idea was that?”

“…Mine,” he said, hesitantly.

“Great. I’ve been able to avoid him the past two times he’s been here and now you’re telling me he’s moving here permanently,” you say in disbelief.

Din came to Nevarro a couple times in the past year. He visited once to look for droid parts for IG-11. That time you were on vacation visiting the hot springs. The other time he came to Nevarro he had all of the other Mandalorians with him. That time you were away for an extended period of time. You were traveling to various planets with some other members of Greef’’s office, looking to set up trade treaties. By the time you came back they were already gone. They were going to retake Mandalore, Greef had told you. But before they decided to do that, they were originally supposed to live on Nevarro. You were relieved to find out they had left. You just missed each other by a few days.

“I’m sorry, but I just wanted to let you know. I’m not trying to play both sides here. I genuinely care about you both.”

“I know and I appreciate that. I would never ask you to choose a side, either,” you said, looking down at your feet.

He patted your shoulder and headed to his office. You decided to do the same. You walked to your desk and plopped down in the chair with a sigh. There was literally nothing you could do about this. You just had to deal with it.

The work day seemed to drag on more than usual. You were typing away on your holo-pad when the idea hit you: ask Greef for another off-planet job.

You rose from your desk and walked up the stairs to Greef’s office. You gave the door a gentle knock and heard him say, “Come on in!”

“Hey… so I just had an idea I wanted to run past you,” you said, fiddling with your hands.

“I’m all ears.”

“Do you have any more off-planet assignments for me?”

His face softened into a small smile. “I know what this is really about,” he said.

You sighed. He saw right through your cover. “Yeah, I know. I know. I’m avoiding him.”

“Look, I’m not here to tell you what to do. I know you’ll do what you think is right. Just as long as the two of you are okay, that’s all I care about.”

You looked down at the floor. “Thanks, Greef. I appreciate it.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need any more of my stellar advice,” he laughed.

“I’ll get right on that,” you said, chuckling back at him.

You left his office and returned to your desk. You willed yourself to be brave; to handle this maturely.

What if he’s really changed? What if he’s ready for a real relationship? Something must be different about him if he’s coming back to live here permanently.

You wrapped up your final assignment for the day and packed up your things, ready to go home and contemplate all of this.

But as you exited the building you bumped into a familiar face (well helmet). He was standing there, holding Grogu in a pouch that was slung over his shoulder. You open your mouth to speak but he cut you off.

“Cyar’ika, I know I’m the last person you want to see right now but there’s something I want to show you. Please.”

“Why should I?” you said, folding your arms.

“Just please come with me. After you see it, if you decide you want nothing to do with me then I’ll respect that. But please, give me a chance.”

You took a deep breath and thought to yourself for a moment.

Would one chance really hurt?

“Fine, let’s go,” you said.

He led the way through town and just like last time, heads were turning at the sight of you, drawing in whispers. They’ll definitely have something to gossip about for the rest of the week. The walk to wherever he was going was silent, neither one of you knowing what to say. You reached the edge of town when he stopped for a moment.

“Look, I know what I’m going to say is going to sound crazy given the last time we saw each other but I need you to know that I mean it, cyar’ika. I really do.”

“Okay…?” you said, a little puzzled.

“Can you close your eyes for me?”

You closed your eyes and he asked “Is it okay if I take your hand?”

You nodded and felt the gloved hand softly grasp yours. You could feel him shaking ever so slightly. He must be nervous. He led you out of town and then stopped again after a while.

“Alright, open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes to see a small house, one that was relatively secluded. There was a little pond in the front and you could see frogs swimming around. There was a bench in the front by the door with a little canopy over it.

“What do you think?” he asked nervously.

“Is it yours?”

He nodded and said “And I want it to be yours too, cyar’ika. I want you to live here with me. And Grogu of course. I know it sounds crazy but I can’t picture living here on Nevarro any other way.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now. Let me give you a tour,” he said, squeezing your hand.

He led you inside to a small living area. It was definitely nice but it needed to be furnished more. The only thing in the room was a small couch.

“I know, it needs to be decorated but I was hoping you could help with that… I know it’s something you would really enjoy doing.”

He led you around the corner into a kitchen. Inside there was a small stove, a little kitchen table with three stools, some cabinets and counters, and a refrigerator. It was amusing to see a man covered in beskar in a small, domestic kitchen.

“It’s really cute, Din,” you said, smiling at him.

“I was hoping you would think so…” he said, still sounding nervous. “Over here is Grogu’s room,” he continued, leading you around the corner again and into a small room with a crib. Again not much else in there but with a little love it could be the perfect room for the kid.

“It’ll be perfect for him, Din.”

“He’s excited to have his own space,” he said, looking down at Grogu. “Come on, let me show you our room,” he continued.

He entered the hallway again and led you to the next door, another bedroom, slightly bigger than the last one. The only thing in there was a large bed. It was peculiar to see a real bed for Din. For so long, he had his bed on the Razor Crest (which could hardly be considered an actual bed). And you couldn’t imagine what his sleeping arrangements were like once he acquired the Starfighter.

“The refresher is attached to this room,” he said, gesturing to another door on the other side of the room. “It’s not much but I would love it if you lived here with us,” he continued.

Grogu peered up at you, pleading with his big, dark eyes. How could you say no to him? But this was about more than just Grogu, it was also about Din and whether or not he’s changed. Maybe he really got the message the last time you saw him. You still had to think about it, whether or not you were going to live with him, but something about seeing him now felt like coming home.

“You don’t have to give me an answer now. But maybe you could stay the night tonight?”

You sighed. You could at least give him that.

“Fine. You’re lucky I’m off from work tomorrow,” you sighed.

“Great. I’ll get started on dinner,” he said, returning to the kitchen.

Din cooking dinner? He was really trying to impress you. You knew that once the food is ready you’ll have to eat separately so you decided to spend time with him while he was cooking it at least. He placed Grogu on one of the stools and started pulling ingredients out of the fridge. You sat down on the stool next to Grogu and tried to burn this image in your memory permanently. Din, covered in full beskar, chopping up vegetables and making soup on the stovetop.

This will never get old, you thought to yourself.

“What kind of soup are you making?” you asked.

“Pog soup. Bo-Katan showed me how on Mandalore before I left. She said that since Grogu is my son now I needed to learn how to cook for him properly.”

“I see. So you’ve officially adopted him?”

“Yes, in the Living Waters.”

“You have so much to catch me up on.”

So, he did. He told you about redeeming himself in Living Waters, Bo-Katan joining the covert and leading the Mandalorians, retaking Mandalore, Paz Vizsla's death, defeating Moff Gideon and deciding to leave Mandalore for Nevarro. So much has happened since you last saw him. It made your heart ache, that you weren’t there for him during all of this.

“I’m sorry, Din. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for any of that. That all sounds so overwhelming.”

He set the spoon he was using to stir the soup on the counter and came over to you, grabbing your hands.

“But that’s the thing, mesh’la. I needed to deal with all of that on my own so I could come home to you. I’m ready for it to be just the three of us here, together.”

You gazed up at his visor, partly in disbelief at what he was saying. Throughout the course of your relationship you had never known him to say things like this to you. Most of the time you had to pry for any inclination about how he felt. This was so different from what you had been used to that it felt foreign; like it wasn’t even him speaking. But you knew deep down it was. He’s changed. You’ve changed. Everything has changed. And all of it changed for the better. After years of craving this sort of devotion and intimacy from Din, you were finally getting it.

You both stayed there for a moment, gazing at each other holding hands, exchanging glances that words could never fully articulate until Grogu started making noises indicating that was hungry.

You giggled and scooped him up in your arms. “It’s coming, kid. I promise!”

Din returned to cooking and you bounced Grogu, trying to keep him occupied while dinner was being made. You held him and thought about how much you missed him, too. The three of you being together right now felt complete.

“It’s ready,” Din announced, turning and placing three bowls on the table.

“Do you want me to eat in the living room?” you asked.

“No, there’s no need for that.”

“But-”

But you were cut off; cut off by the sight of Din sitting at the table and removing his helmet. Upon instinct, you threw a hand over your eyes. The only times Din had his helmet off around you were under the cover of darkness.

He chuckled. An unmodulated chuckle. “Mesh’la it’s alright.” He reached for your other hand that was resting on the table and squeezed it. “Look at me.” He sounded so sincere.

You slowly removed your hand from your face and took in the sight of him, trying to memorize every single detail. There he was, sitting in front of you in the kitchen of his new home. This was something you could’ve never even conceptualized. But he was too far away. You couldn’t have the first time you see Din helmetless be from across a kitchen table. You stood up and went over to him, placing your hands on each side of his face. Your eyes were searching all over, not knowing what you should look at first. It was almost overstimulating. His brown eyes looked at you with worry, almost as if he might think you hate what you were seeing. But you could never.

“I just can’t believe I’m seeing your face right now… But why? Why now?” you said.

“After I redeemed myself, I swore to myself I would never take it off again. But something inside me changed once we retook Mandalore and once I adopted Grogu. I’m not saying I’ll take it off all the time but in front of the two things I care about most, why not?”

And with that you gave him a kiss, the type of kiss that was long overdue. Your hands found themselves in his hair. You took in his scent, how his hair felt in your hands, just the feeling of his face against yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you even deeper. Maker, this was intoxicating. You could’ve stayed there forever holding him and kissing him. After what felt like a lifetime you pulled away and rested your forehead against his.

“You’ve really changed,” you whispered.

“Hopefully for the better?” he whispered back.

You smiled and kissed his forehead. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Eat your dinner before it gets cold, mesh’la.”

You pulled away from him even though at that moment it felt like the hardest thing to do in the world. You returned to your stool and the three of you ate your dinner like a little family.

“I just want to know you better now. I don’t even know where to start.”

“Whatever you want to know, mesh’la.”

You finished your dinner and helped Din clean the kitchen and wash the dishes. Grogu sat by the sink levitating the soap bubbles in the sink, babbling happily, and purposely making them pop in Din’s face…

“Stop that!” Din shouted, although he wasn’t actually mad.

“How can you get mad at this precious little face?” you said, picking him up and blowing the bubbles in his hand, sending them flying. He erupted with laughter which turned into a full on bubble war in the kitchen. And soon enough the counters, the floor, the cabinets and all three of you were covered in soap and bubbles, laughing hysterically.

“Alright. Alright. Let me get him cleaned up and ready for bed,” Din said, wiping up the bubbles on the counter.

“I’ll finish cleaning in here.”

“Sounds good,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He picked Grogu up and left the kitchen, leaving you to clean, lost in your thoughts.

I could really get used to this.

After you finished cleaning, you headed down the hallway and into Grogu’s room where Din was putting him down for the night. You came up behind him and peered at Grogu in his little crib.

A crib definitely isn’t going to be enough to contain him, you thought to yourself.

“Goodnight, kiddo,” you whispered as Din tucked him in.

You walked out of his room and Din followed, turning off the light behind him.

“Well I guess that just leaves the two of us,” Din said, looking down at you.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you said, smiling suggestively at him.

He led into the bedroom and shut the door behind him, still just astonished that you get to have him right now in an actual bed.

He wasted no time, passionately kissing you and caressing your face. Maker, you missed him. He felt so familiar yet so new at the same time. But this time the newness was welcomed. This time he was really trying for you; fighting for you.

He picked you up and he continued kissing you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your hands found themselves in his hair. He laid you down on the bed, hovering over you. You got a good look at him in the bedroom lighting. His pupils were blown wide, leaving only a small ring of warm brown. Your eyes mapped out his face, taking in every detail from his facial hair, his wrinkles, his eyes, his lips, everything. This was so rare for you and you wanted to savor every moment.

He slid down the waistband of your pants and pulled them off, along with your underwear. You knew exactly what he was doing. Not waiting a second longer, he licked one slow trail up your dripping sex. And for the first time ever you got to look at as he ate you out. He sucked and lapped at your clit and looked you in the eye as he did it. It was so hot. Anytime you looked away or closed your eyes for a second, he would stop and say “Eyes on me, mesh’la. Look at me as I eat your delicious pussy.” You watched as he licked and savored every last drop. He reveled in all of your pretty little moans, sucking more and more intensely on your clit as you were getting closer to the edge. And when you did cum, it was intense. Between the sensation of cumming against his mouth and looking at him while it happened, it was perfect. As you rode out your orgasm, he licked up every last drop.

He looked up at you and rested his head against your inner thigh.

“How was it cyar’ika? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“It was perfect, Din,” you breathed out.

He smiled and stood up to start removing his armor and his flight suit. You removed your shirt and laid back down on the bed. He hovered over you again and took your hand in his, placing it above your head.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded and he took some of your juices onto his hand and spread it on his already hard cock. He slid inside with your legs over his shoulders and you felt yourself be completely undone by him. Your walls stretched to accommodate his size. The whole time neither of you broke eye contact. If you thought his pupils were blown wide before, they were even wider now. He wanted to take in the sight of you taking his cock without looking through the helmet for once and he was loving every second of it. The angle he was fucking you with hit that angle perfectly. And he picked up the pace you felt yourself get closer and closer.

“Din, please I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me mesh’la.”

And with those words, you did. You looked him in the eye as you came on his cock and he went feral. His thrusts picked up more and more as he was also now nearing the edge.

“Can I come inside, cyar’ika?”

You nodded and then felt him paint your inside with his warm release. You both stayed there for a moment, with him still inside you, looking at each other, almost in disbelief that that just actually happened. He slid out and collapsed next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling him near you.

You thought back to when you saw him last. That time was almost a hasty fuck against the ship and while it was definitely hot, this time was more meaningful.

“I love you,” he whispered, sleep evident in his voice.

“I love you,” you whispered back before drifting off to sleep.

You woke in the morning to the sunlight coming in through the window, casting a ray perfectly across Din’s sleeping face. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful like that.

You couldn’t believe what happened yesterday, but in a good way. When you saw him outside of Greef Karga’s office yesterday you never imagined it would’ve turned out like this.

He stirred slightly, waking up a moment later. “Good morning, cyar’ika. Did you sleep well?” he asked, smiling at you.

“I did. And I have an answer for you.”

His eyebrows raised and eyes widened, anxiously awaiting your response.

“Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

He leaned over to you, placing kisses all over your face, repeating thank you over and over again. You pulled away and stole a kiss from him.

“You just made me and the kid so happy, cyar’ika. You have no idea.”

You smiled at him, laying back down on the bed.

“I’m just ready for the three of us to be together again.”

He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

“Me, too. I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”

You stayed there for what felt like forever, just holding each other.

Everything has changed; for the better.

End note: Hope ya'll liked it! I tried to give a taste of Domestic Din in this too hehe. I posted a poll a few days ago asking whether or not Din should remove his helmet in this and yes to taking off the helmet was the winner! So while it might be slightly out of character for him considering the events of season 3, he really had to win us over ok💅

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