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send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year
ive had this sketch since FOREVER (its one of the first jb sketches i did after reading the books lol) and its basically jam wanting to tend/touch brienne’s cheek wound but she stops him and they’re both mad/mid arguing, then he kisses her then so on and so on .
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If you still want prompts: The Fool!
Hi @sabakunoai I’m so sorry it took me this long to fill this prompt! It seems I managed to write myself into a block during nano and every time I started to write I just got nowhere, but thankfully a week of not writing and just reading has done the trick! Hope you like it. I have lifted some of the dialogue straight from the book, an alternate take on the White Tower scene
The Fool: madness, cliffs, gambling, innocence, recklessness
"Close the door and come here."
She did as he bid her. "The white cloak…"
"No longer mine and good riddance to it," Jaime said, relishing the shock on her face. He had changed his Lord Commander armour and cloak for the red and gold of the Lannister, and a weight he hadn't expected lifted from his shoulders when he'd shed it. No more council to attend, no more expectations, no more tedium. Let the people call him an oathbreaker for it, they had been doing it for almost twenty years, why should he care now. "It was the white cloak that soiled me, remember? Now I can regain what I once had."
He had thought of nothing else since the moment he had returned to King's Landing with the big, honourable wench in tow. He couldn't help it, he saw something of himself, of the boy who had wanted to be Arthur Dayne, in her. She had saved his life, then she had cared for him and finally brought him back to King's Landing the way she had sworn to do, even if there was nobody to uphold her oath to anymore. She was honourable to a fault, and it had made him believe in it for the first time in too many years.
"Jaime," she began, approaching him hesitatingly, her eyes fixed on his crimson armour. "Why? I thought you had been made Lord Commander?"
"I had and then I was released from that yoke. How can a cripple protect a King?" It had been made clear to him there was nothing left for him in King's Landing; with no hand, he could not protect his King, sparring with Addam had proven that. Cersei was lost to him, if she had ever been his, repelled now by his maiming. His brother was in the Black Cells waiting for the headsman for killing the King.
He had gone to Tywin as soon as his sister had left him and offered him what he had always wanted; Jaime out of the Kingsguard, taking command of the Lannister Army and later taking over as Lord of Casterly Rock. Tywin had wanted to make a betrothal immediately, Jaime had managed to negotiate for one year of freedom. One year to set the Riverlands to rights. One year to search for Lady Sansa with the wench. One year to find his honour again, and maybe his own wife if he didn't want his father to choose one for him.
He looked at Brienne, looking uncomfortable in the blue dress, though it was a great improvement from the pink monstrosity Bolton had inflicted on her. "Did you mean what you said to Ser Loras? That I had honour?" she asked, a blotchy flush on her face making her even more homely.
"You do." She was the most stubbornly honourable person he had ever met, and she made him want to be as well. "And you have an oath to uphold, same as I do. Steelshakns is on his way to the North with Arya Stark."
"You gave it to him?" She cried, dismayed. "You promised--"
"No, I didn't." Jaime cut her off before she could start criticizing him. "My father never had her, he gave him a girl to say she is Arya Stark, there is nobody left to say she isn't. Her sister has fled the city, accused of Kingslaying. If she yet lives, she's far away from here and my brother is not talking." If he knew where she was, something Jaime doubted.
The wench frowned. "Why are you telling me this? You father's secrets?"
Because I trust you with them. "I pay my debts like a good little lion," he said instead. "I promised Lady Stark her daughters, one of them is still alive. We have a chance to find her."
"We?" she almost choked on the word.
Jaime didn't answer. "I have a gift for you." He reached under the Lord Commander's chair and brought it out. Brienne approached it cautiously as if fearful it would bite her. When she folded back the crimson cloth rubies shone alongside the gold, reflected in her astonishing eyes. She picked it up carefully, reverently, but Jaime wasn't looking at her hands but her eyes, where the wonder and covetousness were plain to see. She slid it from the scabbard, the wicked black blade with red ripples in it. The wench's mouth parted, a soft exhalation falling from her lips, her eyes as wide as he had ever seen.
"Valyrian steel," she breathed, Jaime looked down at her hands holding the sword with the utmost care. "I have never seen such colours."
"Nor I," Jaime looked back up at the wench's face. He was still bitter he would never use such a fine sword himself, was angry with his father for gifting it to him now he was useless. "Take it, a sword so fine is lost on a cripple like me."
"Jaime--"
"All the best swords have names, it would please me if you called this one Oathkeeper."
"Oathkeeper," she repeated, then slid the sword back into the scabbard.
"It does come with a price, though," he said.
Brienne's expression closed off then, her shoulders tensing, brow furrowed in a scowl. "I told you, I will never serve…"
"...such foul creatures as us. Yes, I recall," Jaime snapped, weary. Why did she always have to misinterpret everything he said? He wondered at the cleverness of his plan now, if they were incapable of one conversation while he was giving her a present, they would certainly murder each other one year on the road together. This was madness. And yet, he was going to go through with it. "That's not what I'm asking you to do. The price is my company, it's a steep one, I know. Do you have it in you to pay it, wench?" She snapped her mouth shut and blinked slowly. Like this, she appeared even more bovine and slow. "Have I rendered you speechless?"
"Why?" She finally asked, the same question he had been asking himself since the moment he left his father's rooms in the Tower of the Hand, a smugly confused Tywin inside who had been handed the thing Jaime had been denying him for years, and for such a paltry price. "I thought your place was here protecting your--your King?" She didn't say your son, but he heard her tongue tripping over it.
"He is protected by enough two-handed knights, he doesn't need me here. Sansa Stark is my last chance for honour, I also swore an oath to Lady Stark and I'm not upholding it stuck in King's Landing." There was much more to it, but the wench didn't need to know about his fights with his sister and the death knell of their relationship. You great golden fool, of course he lies to you, same as I do. She didn't need to know how useless he was now without his hand, but he was sure she would help him regain some of the skill he once had, though all was far from his reach. She didn't know he was about to commit treason again and get his brother out of his cell. "I tire to argue with you, take the sword and meet me in the stables at dawn on the morrow, or go after Sansa on your own, it's all the same to me."
"Jaime…"
"Take the bloody sword and go, before I change my mind. I have much to do before we're due to depart."
She nodded and went to the door. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Ser Jaime."
She left before Jaime had a chance to answer and he sat down with the White Book. He had not lied, he did have much to do, he needed to fill his page in the book before passing the mantle to whoever his father deemed appropriate, and then he had to get his brother out of the black cell before meeting with the wench.
He picked up the quill and started to painstakingly write in the book, his left-handed penmanship worse than that of a boy of five. The irritation he felt with the wench's mistrustful attitude was slow to fade. He had been beaten trying to keep her honour unbesmirched, had jumped in front of a bear for her, and taken her into custody to save her from Loras. And yet, she still doubted his intentions.
He wondered what had possessed him to believe this was a good idea.
If they didn't kill each other, the next year was going to be interesting.
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sabakunoai replied to your link: Ice - Chapter 1 - Gwen77 - Game of Thrones (TV)...
I have no idea who she is, but her writing is sooo awesome and my headcanon is that she’s Gwen herself haha (Am I crazy?) ��
Wait, I hope you just mean that in the “she’s so mysterious” way and you don’t mean you haven’t read any of her 4 previous AUs from her orphaned account
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Hey, your blog is awesome!
Hey, thanks! ^_^
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sabakunoai replied to your photo “Anon requested “a regular sex position where Jaime is on top.” Please...”
Jaime cosplay? Yessss? Do you have Instagram? ���� Bc I plan on cosplaying Brienne �� I love seeing other GoT cosplayers
Sure do! I’m mothdogs on Instagram (and twitter, and AO3, and anything else lol). I post my cosplay WIPs in my stories as I work! So far I have his breastplate about half done and Widow’s Wail also half done, but I’m going to work on it more tonight. I’d love to follow you back and see those eventual Brienne pics :D!
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sabakunoai ha risposto al tuo post “Jaime Lannister, character assassination and why I’m mainly laughing...”
This. When he said that he didn't care about the innocent and never did... I stopped caring. That wasn't Jaime.
@sabakunoai I mean, the more I think about it the more it’s laughable.
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The Apology
Din Djarin x female reader | NSFW, 18+
Words: 1.3k
Warnings: blowjob, mentions deepthroating, cum swallowing, and Din touches you with his gloves on
A/N: This is an old, unrecommended fic but it’s here if you want to read this mess.
“Mando, let go of me!” You kicked and punched his hard armor, recoiling a bit from how painful it was.
The Mandalorian had you thrown over his shoulder as he strode towards the Razor Crest. He stayed silent, but you knew underneath his helmet he was fuming.
Slumping your body, you stopped struggling and let out an exasperated sigh. “I had it under control, alright? You didn’t need to–”
“Under control? That Rodian almost shot you.” He said in a low voice, and you imagined him rolling his eyes as he jammed the buttons to open the ship’s ramp.
Once inside, he took you off his shoulder and pulled you down to sit on his cot. His strong hands kept you in place while he looked all over your body for any injuries. You tried to swat his hands away but that only made him hold you tighter.
“Yeah, he almost shot me. I’m fine, Mando!”
“If I hadn’t stepped in front of you and taken that hit in the beskar, you’d be dead.” His tone was no-nonsense, and you could sense that you had really gotten on his nerves.
Tilting your head at him questioningly, you wondered aloud, “Wow, I’ve really got you riled up, huh? Why are you so angry all of a sudden?” He didn’t answer, so you continued, poking him in the chest while you questioned him. “You didn’t seem to mind when those assholes were disrespecting you.”
That caught his attention, his helmet tilting to the side as he stared at you. “That’s why you started that fight?” His voice sounded lighter than usual, as if he was smirking at the realization that you might care for him more than you let on. “I can take care of myself. You should have ignored them.”
You scoffed, trying to play off what he said but unable to come up with a valid excuse. You didn’t want to tell him that you’d protect him no matter how tough he acted.
“I mean it. Don’t do anything like that again.” He wagged his finger at you as if you were a child, and you grimaced at how he was talking down to you.
“Or what, hm? Why do you even care so much?”
In an instant, he moved his helmet closer to your face and growled, “Because I don’t need to be saving your ass every five minutes.”
You smirked and tried to portray confidence even though your heart beat faster from how he caged you into the small cot, his hands on either side of your body.
“Oh is that it?” You teased him, sensing a shift in the air as you brushed your leg against his and bit your lip. “Are you sure it’s not because you have feelings for me?”
His body went rigid, but he didn’t pull away from your touch. You wondered if he was blushing under that shiny armor, the thought made you smile.
Batting your eyelashes innocently, you continued brushing your leg against his. “If I made you so upset, I guess an apology is in order.”
He didn’t respond, but a small head tilt from him told you the gears were turning in his head as he tried to understand what you were implying.
You cautiously brought your hand to his chest, sliding it down his cold breastplate languidly. You could hear his breath hitch slightly when you reached the front of his pants. Looking up at him, you waited to see if he would stop you before you pushed your palm against the bulge in his pants.
He muttered your name, but it sounded like he didn’t know whether to tell you to stop or keep going. “You know I can’t take–”
You interrupted him, knowing what he was about to say. “Who says you have to take the helmet or any of the other beskar off for what I’m proposing?”
You palmed his hardening dick through his pants and suggestively licked your lips, hoping his eyes were drawn to your mouth. A broken groan filtered through his helmet, but he didn’t say anything in response. You took that as a sign to keep going, so you slowly worked on pulling his pants away from his cock.
Feeling the weight of his throbbing length in your hand, you salivated and wondered what he tasted like. You pushed him back a little so that you could get off the cot and kneel on the floor in front of him.
“What are you doing?” His voice trembled slightly and he sounded nervous.
You looked up at him quizzically before realizing that this must have been the first time someone was offering to do this for him. You had no doubt he had been with others before, but it sounded like he had never done this particular act.
Deciding not to embarrass him, you didn’t question him and instead gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m apologizing.”
Without another word, you opened your mouth and swirled your tongue around the head of his cock. Your hand curled around the base and you pressed a kiss on his tip, causing him to grunt your name in surprise and grab a fistful of your hair.
You sucked the head of his cock into your mouth and looked up, staring straight into his visor. His helmet was tilted down at you, and a soft sigh escaped the modulator when you took more of his length in your mouth.
You released his tip for a moment and he leaned forward as if he was chasing your lips. Smiling at how needy he was, you licked a long stripe from tip to base and back again. His legs twitched on either side of you.
With his length slick from your saliva, you easily slid your hand around him. Working his tip into your mouth, you stroked the rest of him. With each flick of your wrist, his breathing became heavier. His gravelly moans and grunts sent sparks of pleasure straight to your core.
His hand in your hair tightened, and he gently pushed you deeper onto his cock, urging you to take more of him. You complied, hollowing your cheeks and pushing more of him inside your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat.
Opening your jaw wider, you allowed him to feel like he was in control, his hips bucking up to meet your lips. You moaned around his cock, letting the vibrations run through him while your tongue massaged his length with each thrust.
His body shook as you continued deepthroating him, and through your eyelashes, you saw his head fall back slightly. Focusing on his pleasure, you bobbed your head faster now, enjoying how desperate he sounded. Through the static of his modulator, you heard him groan your name. “I’m close,” he warned before trying to pull away.
Eager to please him, you grabbed his hip with one hand and kept him in place. You whined around his cock and looked up at him with pleading eyes, telling him that you wanted him to cum in your mouth.
He moaned your name through gritted teeth and came undone. You lapped up all his cum and swallowed while looking up at him. His sighs crackled through the helmet and you sucked on his sensitive tip, enjoying the way his knees buckled from the feeling.
Letting go of his cock with a ‘pop’, you licked your lips and rubbed your hands up and down his thighs. Both of you took a moment to catch your breath, and Mando stroked your hair as a silent “thank you.”
You smiled at him and got up from the floor so that you could sit on the cot. “So… do you forgive me?” You wiped the corners of your mouth in an act of innocence.
“I don’t know,” he rasped and pulled his pants back over his cock.
Your smile dropped for a moment, thinking he was still mad at you, but then he invaded your personal space yet again. He knelt in front of you before sliding his hands up your thighs. Your breathing quickened, and you gasped when he pushed one hand into the waistband of your pants.
As the leather of his gloved thumb brushed against your clit, he muttered, “You’ll have to do some more convincing.”
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Din tag list: @sirianisrock @feministfanboi @okilover02 @peppywitch @emesispo @roxypeanut @angelbbyy420 @basslinedweller @celestial-vomit @yourbucky084 @sabakunoai
If you want to be added to or removed from my Din tag list, lmk!
#divswrites#the mandalorian#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian x you#the mandalorian smut#the mandalorian fanfiction#star wars#star wars fanfiction#din djarin#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#din djarin smut#pedro pascal
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Thank you for tagging me @thevagabondthoughts 💕
Create yourself using THIS
I tag : @natty-danai @darcydash @agirlnamedkeith @anglowitch @sabakunoai @ayofandomthings @meriwynlee
(if you are interested)
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Tag Game
I got tagged by @jjouterbanks, thanks for making me forget that I have a probationary review for my masters tomorrow haha
5 songs I’ve been listening to:
Hello my old heart -The Oh Hellos
Line by line - JP Saxe and Maren Morris
Na miłość przyjdzie czas - Janek Traczyk
BUBBLETEA -Quebonafide and Daria Zawiałow
survivin' - Bastille
Currently watching:
Nothing atm, it's a really busy time and nothing I'd be interested in has come out recently but I will be watching Loki in June for sure!
Last movie I watched:
Good Will Hunting
Currently reading:
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo
The universe in your hand by Christophe Galfard
Currently playing:
Horizon Zero Dawn (I'm finishing my replay before the new one comes out)
Red Dead Redemption 2 (trying to get a 100% completion and failing miserably bc I can't win 3 rounds of Blackjack with more than 5 cards in hand, it's fucking impossible)
Tagging: @wardley10 @sabakunoai
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(Supposedly) 21 Questions
I was tagged by @ajoblotofjunk
Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you would like to get to know better!
Nickname? Here? Nire. In my head, I pronounce it near-uh, but like, you do you.
Real name? Kira.
Zodiac? Gemini. Pretty textbook, except not as flirty because uh, anxiety.
Favorite musicians or groups? Um. So. I don’t listen to a lot of music with lyrics. So. Um. Claude Debussy, Erik Satie, Max Richter.
Favorite sports teams? I also don’t... follow sports?
Other blogs? I’ve got a handful of defunct blogs, but they’re defunct, so.
Do I get asks? Yes, but mostly just for memes.
How many blogs do I follow? 191.
Tumblr crushes? About a quarter of those!
Lucky numbers? UHHHHHHHH. Five.
What am I wearing? Running shorts, a “Team Rogers” Captain America tee.
Dream vacation? Technically, I’ve had my dream vacation. I went to Japan, and I love Japan for exactly the reason you’d think a millennial on tumblr loves Japan. *cough*anime*cough*
But I’d love to go there again and um, be more pampered. Stay at a nice hotel. Eat kobe beef. Yakno?
Dream car? I can’t even drive. (I let this slip to an older lady at my ex-office the other day and she rolled her eyes so hard and scoff and I told her, sincerely, that my family didn’t have enough to buy vehicles for their children, they could barely pay my tuition. She looked uncomfortable and I felt a deep sense of triumph. Try to shame me for taking public transports growing up, I dare you.)
Favourite food? Don’t do this to me. DO NOT. I’m INDONESIAN. I can’t CHOOSE ONE FOOD.
Drink of choice? Tea. Green or herbal, unsweetened. Sometimes, black tea with milk and sugar. Boba optional.
Instruments? I used to take piano lessons. Nothing really stuck. See above re: not a music person.
Languages? Indonesian, English, a lil Japanese (enough to ask for directions), a lil French (on paper I’m certified DELF B2, but rusty as heckkkkk).
Celebrity crushes? Yes. More lady celebs than dude celebs, to no one’s surprise.
Random facts? I just DMed my very first D&D game (a one-shot) and it ended in a near-total party kill (one of em got a nat 20 on his death save, got back to 1 HP, and instead of fight he abandoned his party members to run and be a farmer). Believe me, I tried my best to herd them and even gave the enemy some handicaps... and yet. We had fun tho! Just... never trust your stoner wild magic sorcerer friend.
Also, I never graduated uni.
Tagging 21 people in my notifs: @bookishpower @lielith @angelowl-fics @notherefortheanonhate @melrows @samirant @sharksister @oddlylovingdreams @seralicetarrant @diabeticjedi @jennabarton @cytarabi @darcydash @jenni-rose @naomignome @slipsthrufingers @nethyswain @agirlnamedkeith @sabakunoai @kiraziwrites @the-world-unseen
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Opinions on... jb Crimson Peak au: Brienne as Edith Cushing, Jaime as Sir Thomas Sharpe, Cersei as Lady Lucille Sharpe ?
i say yes, and in fact, have already drawn brienne as edith a while ago and was meant to draw their waltz scene as well but that’s forever going to be a wip
#honestly im very into this au horror is my shit and crimson peak is one of my fav movies#sabakunoai
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Rules: Describe yourself using 10 pictures you already have. No downloading or searching for new pics. Then tag 10 people.
(haven't been tagged by anyone but this looks fun and distracting)
Tagging @bellanotte @chickren @sabakunoai @dunderklumpen @auntgenna @samueltanders @meriwynlee @sassbewitchedmyass
+ @ anyone else who hasn't done it yet ❤️
#this was way harder than i thought it would be#lol#so many gifs#wonder why my phone storage is constantly running low 🤔
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Hey, thank you for all your hard work! :))) I wanted to ask you, what the most beautiful Braime soulmate fics are! (I like fics with only 1 chapter the most, but I am open for all good ones.) :)
Okay let’s do some single-chapter soulmate fics:
scars like the number of stars by janie_tangerine
i get to be the other half of you by sameboots
Seven Mistakes by imagineagreatadventure
And the one soulmate fic you have to break that rule for:
two halves of a soul by angel_deux (which I’ve literally recced 5 times today alone, and also his sword’s twin if you want Jaime’s POV)
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Thank you honey @nashilena ❣️
Rules: tag 20 followers you’d like to know and wrangle them into answering the questions below
Nickname: Julie / Jule when I was younger
Gender: female
Astrological sign: Taurus
Hogwarts House: I’ve got no clue I was never really into Harry Potter (I know, shame on me)
Number of blankets: huh I’m using one light one in summer and a thicker one in winter and I’ve got 2 more blankets to cuddle with 😂
Where I am from: Germany
Dream trip: that’s a tough question because I traveled to a lot of amazing places so far so. I never did a road trip before so I would love to do one around Europe! And going back to Canada
When did you create your account: must have been March 2017 but I’ve been on tumblr way before
Okay guys I’m going to tag some people I don’t usually tag and I’m trying to find 20 of you. Only do it when you want to 😊
@renee561 @sharksister @sabakunoai @justjameka @anatlittle @tarthserjaime @incorrect-brienneandjaime @pastel-dreamscape @brienneoftarth @nileve6 @valoncar @sassbewitchedmyass @shallowdood @vecrix @lannisteroftarth
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9 photos from my camera roll that describe me - thank you for the tag @oxthkeepxr and @trippinon90smusic 💐💐 🥰
(yeah, my biggest home decor and cosplay achievement is an R2-D2 trash can and I'm so proud of it 😌😅 it was the star of the party🙄)
Tag: @nileve6 @sabakunoai @there-is-no-sense-blog @fleurdulys @lannisterboi @walking-on-the-dead-mans-land (only if you want to 💕)
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Matchmakers
Din Djarin x female reader
Words: 1.4k
Warnings: suggestive content
A/N: Everyone knows Din’s name in this, so idk just play along because it made it easier to write this way. Also yeah Fennec and Boba are more friendly in this than they should be, just roll with it; the point is that they’re all comfortable with each other.
You loved your newfound companions, but sometimes you swore they got on your nerves. Not necessarily in a bad way, of course, but in a way that made you roll your eyes or make a face at their antics. Fennec and Fett always seemed to find a way to tease you lovingly, but you hated the way it would make you turn red. The worst part was that they only ever wanted to make you blush when you were with Din.
The most recent example had been when Fett jokingly asked why you never called him by his first name when he had told you time after time that you could. Of course, you had stuttered a little, not expecting him to add that only Din called him “Fett” and you had just subconsciously copied the name from him. To your horror, he didn’t stop there, even though Din was standing right beside you, listening to the whole conversation.
“Now that I think about it, you both say a lot of similar things.” Fett smirked when your blush deepened, but you were so embarrassed that you couldn’t even tell him to cut it out.
Fennec immediately joined in on the fun, listing off all the terms you had subconsciously picked up from Din. If it wasn’t such an embarrassing situation, you would have been amazed by her ability to pick up on such little details, but you were too busy wishing you could crawl into a hole and be left alone. She rattled off more terms, and you tried to deny the fact that you talked more like Din that you realized.
They had teased you practically all day about that. Even as the four of you were on a mission, Fett and Fennec would pause to list yet another thing that you had copied from Din and they snickered to themselves as you blushed. Din could probably sense how embarrassed you were though, because he turned to you while they were laughing and brushed his hand against yours ever so slightly. At first, you thought you imagined it, but then he brought his hand back and slowly trailed it up your arm until he reached your shoulder.
Offering you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, you heard him whisper, “It’s alright. Don’t listen to them.” He said it so softly, and your heart skipped a beat from how attentive he was.
It was like the two of you were in your own little world, unaware of how Fennec and Fett laughed at their own stupid jokes. But unbeknownst to you and Din, they had caught the little gesture Din made to you, and Fett gave Fennec a knowing smirk.
Even though it was mortifying to constantly get teased in front of Din, you adored the way he always stood up for you. But sometimes that meant that their teasing would redirect to focus on Din. You secretly liked when that happened because he’d turn into a sputtering mess when they would mess with him. You liked to imagine that maybe the strong, intimidating Mandalorian was blushing beneath his helmet. Din was the strongest person you knew, but you also knew that he could be as shy as you were sometimes. That was probably why the two of you got along so well.
As time passed and the four of you became more comfortable around each other, it became a running joke that Fennec and Fett were the jokers in your group while you and Din would glare or grumpily complain that their teasing wasn’t funny. Eventually, you loved how you’d grumble about something Fett said and Din would chuckle softly from the corner; just the soft sound of his carefree laugh made your stomach do flips. With all the fun that the four of you had, you never thought that one day their teasing would change your relationship with Din for the better.
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You entered the cabin of the Slave I and heard Din muttering softly to himself as he tried to fix a piece of his beskar. The shiny armor had recently been banged up in a fight, and he was eager to fix the dent in his breastplate.
“Dank farrik,” he grumbled, and you cleared your throat softly so that he knew you would be sitting in the cabin with him.
Admittedly, you’d been walking on eggshells with him lately; he had been in a bad mood for several days now, and not even Fett’s dumb jokes seemed to cheer him up.
“Can I help?” You offered hesitantly. You wanted to help Din somehow, but you weren’t sure how receptive he would be to your offer.
Unsurprisingly, you noticed him tense up and he turned to you as if you offended him. “I can do it myself,” he whispered harshly, and you rolled your eyes at his attitude.
“Oh don’t mind him,” Fett chuckled as he entered the cabin, having overheard the way Din spoke to you. “He’s just grumpy because he hasn’t gotten laid in months.”
“Fett!” Din quickly looked up from his breastplate and hissed at the other Mandalorian.
You couldn’t help but snort at the situation. Din was visibly shaking from either embarrassment or rage, but it only seemed to fuel Fett’s teasing even more.
“What?” Fett’s smile grew and he leaned back in his seat beside you, enjoying the way Din looked completely unamused. “We’ve all noticed how pent up you’ve been.”
Din stood abruptly, trying to look as intimidating as ever, but Fett didn’t flinch. You’d never admit it out loud, but you knew out of the two Mandalorians, Din would always be considered the baby of the two.
“Maybe you’d like someone to help with that,” Fett continued teasing him. You stifled a laugh, not wanting to also become a target of Din’s anger. But Fett quickly turned to look at you and gave you a wicked grin as if you would soon regret laughing at Din. “Yeah, maybe this little lady can help you out, Din.”
Your eyes widened, not expecting Fett to suggest something like that. Your cheeks flushed and you were sure this was the most embarrassed you had ever been in your entire life. You stuttered, trying to brush off his suggestion, but it looked like Din was even more embarrassed than you were. Before he could start a fight with Fett, the other troublemaker of your group conveniently entered the cabin.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” Fennec added to the conversation nonchalantly, as if she was talking about something as simple as the weather. “All she ever talks to me about is how much she adores Din.”
Din whipped his head around to gawk at Fennec’s calm confession, and you swore your heart stopped beating. “What?” He asked quietly, as if he was unsure that he heard her correctly.
Fett must have sensed how mortified you were beside him, so he nudged your shoulder and told you, “It’s alright, darling. Din likes you too. He talks about you all the time.”
Din cursed, yelling Fett’s name in anger and you wished you could have seen Din’s face beneath his helmet. He rushed towards Fett, but you got up and stepped in front of him before a fight could break out. He looked down at you as you placed your small hand on his broad chest.
“Is it true?” You asked him softly. You felt his breath hitch before he nodded shyly. Smiling, you felt yourself finally relax. “Fett, Fennec – do you two mind leaving us alone for a moment?”
You turned to see the older Mandalorian smirking at you before he winked and left the cabin with Fennec. Finally, you and Din were alone and you felt his tension melt away when you rubbed your hand on his chest lovingly.
Neither of you needed to say anything in the moment; you were just glad to finally know that he had feelings for you too. Din rested his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. His touch felt protective, and you sighed when you thought of how you never would have known how he felt about you if it wasn’t for the two idiots you had picked up along your journey.
As if he sensed your thoughts, Din chuckled softly before breaking the silence. “Do you think they planned that little confrontation?”
You laughed, hiding your reddening face in Din’s chest and allowing him to squeeze you tighter. You nodded in agreement and joked, “I guess we owe our thanks to those two matchmakers huh?”
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