Intrigued (Din Djarin x oc/reader)

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Pairing: Din Djarin x oc!bountyhunter/f!reader hybrid (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: pre-season 1, cursing, mentions of sexual harassment, drinking, mentions of prostitution/sex workers kind of, canon typical violence/death (let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: over 10.5K

Summary: At every step and turn, Bullet served as a reminder to Din of why he didn’t work with others. But it still didn’t stop the inkling of curiosity he had about her, which just seemed to grow more and more.

Notes: I am honestly not sure if anybody is enjoying this series so far, but I am enjoying writing it and have some ideas so I will keep going! Please let me know what you think, I always love to read your reactions and opinions. And if you want to be added to the tag list, let me know!

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When Din woke up, he had almost forgotten about the previous days events. It wasn’t until he realized he was sat in the cockpit with a creak in his neck that it hit him. He let out a small grunt and began to sit up, slowly rolling his neck as it let out a series of cracks and pops. Sleeping in the armor was necessary but it didn’t make it any less painful.

“You snore. Sounded like a damn starfighter through your modulator.”

The sound of her voice spooked Din. He wasn’t used to someone being there when he woke up and someone talking to him so early in the day. In fact, he wasn’t used to people speaking to him at all, speaking most of his days alone and with zero human interaction. Din rolled his head to look over at the woman, who looked how he felt. She must of not gotten a good nights rest as well, some bags under her eyes and a tired expression on her grumpy looking face.

“Sorry.” Din muttered softly and she shrugged.

“I’m just glad you’re awake. I need to piss.” She stood from the seat, using the arm rests to pull herself up as she trudged over to the ladder. She didn’t look back at him as she climbed down it, a loud noise ringing out as she moved the item in front of the fresher door, tossing the weapons out of the small room, and then slamming the door shut.

Din also made himself rise from his seat to make his way down into the hull, his body aching from the position he had slept in. He made his way down to the hull, sparing a glance at his cot with a small expression of want. He turned over and as he expected, his weapons had been unceremoniously tossed on the floor outside of the fresher door. He bent down and grabbed them all before attaching them to himself, feeling instantly more at ease. He had just finished attaching the last piece when the door was torn open, Bullet standing in the door way of the fresher. She looked at him and Din found that her weapons were also back on. “When will we get to Tatooine?”

beskarhearts Recluse Series Masterlist

Recluse Series (Din Djarin x oc!bountyhunter/f!reader hybrid)

1. Partners

2. Intrigued 

3. Warm Spotchka

Partners (Din Djarin x oc/reader)

Pairing: Din Djarin x oc!bountyhunter/f!reader hybrid (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: before events of season 1, cursing, mentions of sexual harassment, canon typical violence/death (let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: over 7.4 K

Summary: Din Djarin was one of the best hunters in the Guild but when bounties aren’t abundant and someone appears to one-up him, he resorts to something that differed from everything he preferred.

Notes: This idea hit me and I HAD to write it. I am not sure how many parts this is going to be yet but I am very excited for the dynamic between these two characters! Let me know what you think and I will be making a tag list for this series, so let me know if you want to be added.

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Almost on the same day, every week for years now, Din Djarin did the same thing. He landed the Razor Crest on the planet of Nevarro, traveled into town, and went to the same cantina he had gone to every single time.

Life was just a constant, repetitive cycle. Go to Nevarro. Get the credits and new fobs. Hunt the bounties. Back to Nevarro. An endless habit he had formed. And Din was content with that, perhaps even happy with it. It was a peaceful existence, at least as peaceful as it got for a man whose profession was being a bounty hunter. Bounties for him provided a challenge sometimes, almost like a puzzle, but never took too much out of him. Though he wouldn’t admit it and was never one to brag like many other bounty hunters, he was exceedingly talented at his job and hunting bounties was never the hardest part of his job. He could do it for years and probably never think twice about it. It was just who he was, had been for longer than he cared to remember. Hunting bounties was something he could do with his eyes closed. It was familiar and a task he did spectacularly and with ease.

The part that was the most difficult for Din Djarin was landing on Nevarro and getting his credits. He could spend days searching for a bounty. He could get into dirty brawls with them. He could even sustain injuries from his job. But he always swore that the days he went to Nevarro were always the most tiresome and draining.