HOME (DIN DJARIN X READER)

Pairing: Din Djarin x AFAB!reader

Word count: over 1.9K

Warnings: very brief allusion to sexy time (I think that is it but let me know)

Summary: Sometimes home was a person, not just a place.

Notes: Just so you know, I completely ignored events of season 2 because I just wanted these 2 to be happy and we all deserve domestic Din. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think!!

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Home had seemed like such a foreign concept to both you and Din for so long. You were aware of its existence but it may as well had been the Force with how confusing of a thought it was to you two. The galaxy was a hard and tough place, one that seemed like you had to fight to get through each day. Din certainly had been handed the short end of the stick as well, having gone through more struggles and travesties than you could count on one hand. In a world that was so brutal and could sometimes be so cruel, how the hell were you to find a home in the midst of it?

But then for some reason, the universe aligned and you had met Din on a fateful day that changed the rest of the course of your life. It took awhile because of the walls you both had up and the lack of trust you had in humanity, but eventually you came to realize something. Sometimes home was a person, not just a place.

Defending (Din Djarin x reader)

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader

Word count: over 1.2K

Warnings: cursing, protective!Din, protective!Reader, knife, canon typical violence

Summary: Din Djarin is definitely the type of man who can defend himself but that doesn't seem to stop you.

Notes: BAHAHA I LOVE THAT TIK TOK. (Also thank you so much love ❤️😊) And it just works so well with Din. Now please let me know if you like this cause I don’t know if I love it or hate it. (I also didn't proof read it too well so I apologize)

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Here is the thing: Din is perfectly capable of handling himself. You are under no allusion that Din needs you to protect him or defend his honor. He is a Mandalorian, an incredibly capable one at that. He has been bounty hunting for years and knows his way around nearly every weapon imaginable, meaning he knew how to handle a situation if it arises. 

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader

Word Count: 1645

Warnings: bleeding, accidental cut from razor (let me know if I missed any!)

Notes: protective!Din is one of the best Dins and I loved this! I hope enjoy this!

Anybody can request a blurb so feel free to send them in!

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Even if you tried, you don’t think you could remember the last time you shaved your legs. It seemed like such a little, easy thing to do but in reality, life was much too hectic to do things even as minuscule as shaving. Either the kid needed attention, the Crest needed maintenance, you desperately needed nap, or one of the other thousand things that seemed to pile onto your life every day seemed to stop you from any form of self-care.

Except for tonight. Tonight everything seemed to fall in line. The child fell asleep early with no trouble, something that you can’t remember ever happening before. The Crest was good to go, no little or large task needing to be done. Din was sat on the floor of the hull, quietly polishing away his armor and seeming content with the relaxing silence that fell over the ship. You now had time to not only shower, but to relax and shave your legs and let the warm water soak into your skin.

So that led you to where you were now, in the fresher of the Crest. The hot water steamed up the whole room, making it almost difficult to see through it. But the heat didn’t bother you, but rather relaxed all your sore muscles and eased the tension in your body despite how it burned your skin just slightly. You stood in the center of the shower, though with how small it was you took up almost all the space provided. That was the only bad thing about the fresher, how confined it was and how little room it gave you to spread out or move or even bent your elbows without rubbing them against the wall or curtain of the fresher.

The size unfortunately also made shaving an incredibly difficult task. If you bent over, your head nearly slammed into the wall. You had no ledge or space to hike your leg up to shave it. And you could sit on the floor of the fresher and spread your legs out to get to them properly, but not easily. Due to this predicament you were faced with tonight, it led to you choosing perhaps one of the worst shaving positions one could think of.

The razor was held in your right hand, your legs foamy from the soap you had put on it, and you peered into the steam that engulfed the room to look at your left leg. All you needed to do was your calf and then you’d be done with this leg and onto the next. You slowly brought your leg up, hiking it until your foot met the wall of the shower. The position was rather awkward, with you stood at one edge of the fresher and your leg hiked up so it was pressed up against the slippery wall. You only had to bend down a little to get to your calf, having it at a very bizarre, somewhat ninety degree angle. You brought your left hand to hold your leg, thinking perhaps it would steady yourself even though it was slick with soap and water. The right hand that held the razor came down and started to shave away at the hair, and you nearly sighed in relief. This was nice.

You felt your right leg that remained planted on the floor of the fresher start to shake and in response, your hand slipped off the soapy skin of your left leg where you had the razor pressed down to shave away at the hair. You didn’t even have a moment to think as your whole body seemed to start to slip and slide, before it came crashing down in a rather ridiculous manner. You let out a small yelp as you crashed onto your bottom, your legs tangled up in a mess and your right hand dropping your razor to the ground. You blinked past the steam in the room and cursed when you saw a small cut on your leg where you had been shaving, a bit of blood starting to come out of it. At least you had just finished your left leg, you thought.

You didn’t even have time to curse the galaxy for interrupting your one moment of peace before you heard the door to the refresher slam open. You couldn’t see him with the curtain of the shower still somehow covering you, but you knew it was Din. “What happened, cyar’ika?” he shouted out, concern clearly lacing his words.

“I’m fine. I just fell.” You muttered out as you started to finally rise from your spot on the floor. You bent your head down to once again look at the cut on your leg that seemed to bleed more than necessary for a cut so small.

“Why did you fall?”

“Oh, I was just trying to shave my leg. I was in a dumb position and slipped and cut my leg and-“

“Wait, you cut yourself?”

You heard the worry in his voice, the way it seemed to hitch and become higher. “I am fine. It’s no big deal.” You let yourself back into the water, rinsing off the rest of the soap on your body, giving up on shaving both your legs completely.

“Does it hurt?” Din called out.

“Just stings.”

“Is it big?” You almost giggled at the way the nervous edge still remained with each word he spoke. It was endearing, the way he was worried and immediately snapped into protective Din mode.

“No, not really.” you responded, hoping he couldn’t hear the grin you wore on your face.

“Is it bleeding?”

You nodded even though Din couldn’t see you, turning the water off and reaching your hand out from around the curtain, trying to grab at your towel which was shoved into your hand by Din. “Yeah. Quite a bit too which is weird cause it’s such a small cut.”

“Get wrapped up and then come out here. I am going to get the bacta and a bandage.” Din said and before you had the chance to protest, his boots stomped off towards the hull. He always did this. It could be the smallest thing but he would always insist on taking care of you, fixing it. You think it was one of the ways he felt some control and was able to feel like he did something good. Or maybe it was just because of how protective he was, needing to be the one to watch over his clan and make sure no harm came to them.

You quickly slipped into the shirt and shorts you had tucked away for your pajamas, pulling your hair into the towel as you finally made your way into the hull. Some blood still trickled down your leg as Din looked up at you, his vision going straight to your leg. You couldn’t see his face but knew he was studying it, trying to decipher whether or not you were downplaying your wound. Din was sat on the floor of the hull with some bacta cream and a bandage as promised, patting a pad on the floor he put down for you to sit on.

You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you smiled at him, bringing yourself down on the floor and stretching your leg out for him. “You need to worry less, Din.”

“You need to hurt yourself less.” Din muttered, bringing a cloth to your leg to wipe at the small amount of blood there. “What were you doing again?”

“Trying to shave my leg. But the fresher is too small.” You complained.

“Don’t shave your legs then.” Din said plainly and you sighed as he brought the rag down and began to take off his gloves so he could rub some bacta on the wound.

“But it feels so smooth and nice. And then I can rub them.”

“Rub your own leg?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. “Oh, don’t knock it till you try it.”

Din gave you a small nod and you heard a chuckle pass through his modulator as his finger finally started to rub the bacta into it. Though the cut truly hadn’t hurt much, you still felt a tingly smoothness on the area he was applying it to. But even better than the cream was Dins left hand rubbing the bacta in and his right one reaching out to grab at your leg to hold it.

He continued to rub it in when you felt a small movement of his right hand. You looked down and felt your eyebrow quirk up as his hand moved a little more, rubbing at the now newly shaven skin. He continued to do so, just slightly, even letting his hand continue to rub as his left one grabbed a bandage. “Feels nice, huh?” You meant to tease him but it came out more genuine as you smiled at him.

Din didn’t respond for a few moments as he placed the bandage but once he finished, his left hand took a position on your leg as it joined his right one in feeling the silky skin. “It’s smooth.” He said slowly.

You nodded and hummed as he continued to softly feel it, the feeling of his bare hand making contact with your skin making you go wild even though it wasn’t the first time it had happened. “Yeah. I didn’t get to shave the other one though. So now I look all weird.”

“I’ll shave your other leg for you.” Din offered and you smiled.

“Why do I have a feeling you only offered that because you like the feeling?” You teased and Din finally looked up at you.

“Does it matter why?”

You let out a small chuckle. “I suppose not.”

“Well then let’s shave your other leg.”

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader

Word Count: 1850

Warning: cursing, nothing else I can think of but let me know if I missed one

Notes: I loved these request. It makes me so soft when I read/write friends confessing their love to each other. I hope you like this!

As always, anybody can leave any request for a blurb/imagine they would like for our wonderful Din Djarin! 

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“The kid is finally asleep.”

You let out a relieved sigh upon hearing the words, not turning to the speaker as you continued to work away at the wires in front of you. You had now spent hours in front of this panel of the Razor Crest, working and prying away at the complex set of wires that just never seemed to work right, no matter what you did with them. A small tool was held in your mouth while both of your hands twisted away at them, your neck leaning forward and eyebrows furrowed together in deep concentration. You hadn’t look at yourself, but you were sure you looked like a frazzled mess with your awry hair and glazed eyes from all the staring.

“Good. I couldn’t concentrate with the kids yelling.” you mumbled awkwardly, the tool still clasped between your mouth.

Din let out a small sigh and you would of turned around to face him normally, but you had to keep working. You swore you were so close. Just a few more minutes and you’d probably have it. “You have been going at that all day.”

You heard the concern laced in his voice. Din had known you for far too many years now, enough to know when you were pushing yourself or immersing yourself into something. Much like himself, you were a work hound and while he’d never let someone tell him to relax, he’d always insist doing it to you. You were his closest friend, perhaps his only true one, and he always wanted to keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe and heathy and staying sane. Instead of stopping, you simply grabbed the tool from your mouth and brought it to the wires as you spoke to him. “I think I’ve almost got it. Just give me a second.”

You finished one last twist of a wire, finally believing you had it in place. A big grin broke out on your face as it appeared to be working as it should. But to your dismay, the wires started to spark and a light burning smell filled the space you were in. “Dank farrik! This piece of kriffing bantha fodder has been messing with me all day!”

Din let an eyebrow raise at your words. You usually were calm but when something like this happened, you’d let it bug you to no end. Out of all his time knowing you, he’d never heard you speak ill of anyone or curse very often, unless it was at some type of machinery or wire that wasn’t working. “You definitely need to stop for the night.” Din said calmly and you finally turned to look at him, face twisted up in utter frustration.

“And let these wires think they bested me? Oh, no way. Not letting these wires win. Not today.” You said, shaking your head emphatically. You were going to solve this problem, no matter the consequence.

“You do realize the wires can’t think?” Din asked, amused by your dramatics but also partially annoyed with your insistence on continuing to work.

“That’s what they want you to think.” You went to turn back to the panel when Dins hand reached out and grabbed the bicep of your left arm, pulling you away from the panel and towards him.

You finally faced him fully and couldn’t help the small smile that quirked your lips as you got a good look at him. You had been with him on the ship all day but you hadn’t gotten a good look at him, being too consumed by the wiring. He wore the same armor as usual and his face way hidden away as always, but you still liked to look at him. Admire the friend that had been by your side for many years now. The friend who cared for you and who you harbored many strong feelings for. “You look exhausted.”

You let your shoulder sag and huffed at him as he looked down at you, hand still holding onto you but now lightly and delicately. “Well, thanks so much sir. Exactly what a person wants to hear.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Oh yes. I’m just some tired looking creature. Probably a horrendous sight.” You let out a small, theatrical sigh as you looked up at Din with a fake pout. At this point, Din was used to your antics but he still let out a sigh.

“You are not a horrendous sight.” Din paused for just a moment, his helmet tilting. “You are beautiful.”

You froze at his words. It wasn’t like Din had never paid you a compliment before, just as you had with him. But never one like this, and never had his voice seemed to waiver as he did so. You felt your face get warm and you tried to look away, but it felt like your eyes were stuck on him. Your heart slammed in your chest as you tried to think of anything to say. This was the man you had been swooning over for longer than you cared to admit and he was calling you beautiful. 

In the midst of your silence, Din finally let go and cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.” he quietly said as he began to drift away from you.

Before your brain could process your movements, you reached out for him quickly and pulled him towards you. “No, no. It’s fine.” You paused as he slowly looked back at you and gave him a soft smile. “You are beautiful, too.”

“You’ve never seen me.” Din responded plainly.

“I don’t need to see your face to see that you.” You told him and you swore you heard his breath hitch in his helmet. You had known him for so long and had learned to read him so well, but right now you felt lost. You reached out for him more, placing one hand on his shoulder, and looking at him. “You, Din Djarin, are beautiful.”

Din’s helmet remained frozen in the spot it was and you worried that you had ruined it. Ruined the delicate balance of the friendship you had. Some moments you thought there was something there, that maybe he shared the same thoughts you did. But you never dared to step over the line and see what would happen. Until now. And now Din was saying nothing and your chest was heaving. You began to pull away but Din grabbed onto your arms, keeping you in place.

“You’re nervous.”

Your eyebrows quirked up at his statement. “W-what?” 

“I’ve known you long enough to know when you are nervous.” You shyly looked down at your feet but Din didn’t tear his gaze away from you. “Why?”

Your mind was going so fast and you felt your hands shake in the areas where they rested on Din. “These wires are really getting to me...” you tried to lamely joke but knew it was no use. You let out a sigh. “Din, stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop touching me and looking at me like that and saying stuff like this.” You finally let out, looking up at him with an expression that conveyed just how tangled up you were in your own emotions.

“What do you mean?” Din asked, seeming genuinely confused by your words.

“You can’t just call me beautiful and care about me and be so nice to me cause then it makes it so much harder.” You huffed, trying to pull away but Din kept you in place.

“So much harder to do what?”

He was going to get an answer out of you whether you liked it or not. You felt like you wanted to cry or yell at him or you didn’t even know what. You were too nervous to do this. “Din-”

“Tell me.”

“So much harder to pretend I’m not in love with you!” You finally spat out, feeling your nerves reach a breaking point as your eyes drifted away from him. You didn’t want to see or hear his reaction. Hear him tell you no. The silence continued on and Din said nothing to ease your worries. You tried to pull away again only to fail and you grunted. “Let’s just ignore this. We are friends and that is fine. I’m good with being just friends and pretending that-”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika.”

You had known Din long enough to pick up a few things in Mando’a but you looked up at the Mandalorian completely perplexed. “What does that mean?” you asked, your eyebrows raised as he just looked down at you.

“Close your eyes.”

“Din, what are you-”

“Close your eyes.” Din repeated, a little sterner this time. You hesitantly let your eyes flutter close and Din finally let go of your arms so they could drop to your sides. 

You waited for a moment when a hiss and a click rang through the hull of the ship. “Din, did you just take off your helmet?”

You waited for his response, still keeping your eyes clamped shut in case your suspicion was correct. Instead of a verbal response, you heard his boots on the metal floor stepping closer to you and you sucked in a breath. “You are making me nervous. What are-”

“Can you stop talking?” your heart froze as you heard his unmodulated voice. How could it sound even better without the helmet? Still deep and masculine, but a little softer and more Din. 

You finally clamped your mouth shut, biting back the urge to ask him once again what he was doing. You almost finally said something after a few moment of silence but any words you had planned to say became trapped when you felt a warmth on your lips. Your brain seemed to short-circuit and it took you a moment to realize it was a pair of lips. Din’s lips. They were warm and a little chapped, but not in an unpleasant way. In fact, it perfectly encompassed him. You realized for a moment you were standing completely still, your body almost rigid. You immediately snapped out of it and move your lips against his, conveying that yes, this is what you wanted.

You let out a small noise of satisfaction as one of Din’s gloved hands reached up for your face, cupping your cheek softly as his lips moved against yours with the same amount of delicacy. You slowly brought a hand up to his neck, letting it travel upwards so it became tangled in the hair that sat at the base of it. It was soft and longer, and you couldn’t see it but you could just tell it was a beautiful brown color.

Din pulled away from you and you almost whined in response, but instead focused on the sound of him breathing in and out. “It meant I love you.” he finally said, and you couldn’t help the big grin the broke out on your face.

Instead of saying another word, you just pulled him back in and let yourself become one.