It was the first time you would ever see this Mandalorian’s face, and it was enticing to say the least. You’d know his voice for so long, but his face was nothing more than a void to your mind. Sure, you tried to imagine what he might look like under his helmet, even asked for clues, but nothing prepared you for this moment. As he removed his helmet, your eyes widened and he noticed right away. “What?”

“Nothing…I just—I mean, I had imagined a dozen faces under that helmet and none of them are even close.” You laughed and tried to memorize his features before he hid his likeness from you once again, who knows for how long. “Sorry I’m staring.”

“It’s fine. I hope you’re not disappointed.” He deadpanned and you tried to hide your smile, failing spectacularly.

“No, not at all. This is far better than who I pictured.” You replied.

“Are you saying you imagined I was ugly under my helmet?” Din countered and got you again.

“No! I mean, of course not.”

Bounty Blur

Din Djarin x reader (platonic)

warnings:

a/n: jesus christ i am so sorry this took months to post. oh my god. i hope you check my blog enough to see this. omg.

prompt: anonymous: “Hi lacey! You write a din djarin x teen!reader one shot? I really liked your last one. The reader is a force sensitive Jedi but isn’t good at using it and is still learning. Din is pretty protective over reader. One day din has to go out to do something dangerous and doesn’t want reader to come with so the reader and the child is waiting for him in the ship. After a while there is someone trying to break in like another bounty hunter trying to get the child. So the reader tries to protect the child but ends up getting shot, nothing to bad but is unable to move for the moment and right after that din comes back and tries to fight of the other bounty hunter but kinda fails so right before the bounty hunter is about to kill din the reader uses the force to get their lightsaber and kills him. And afterwards they’re really shocked and feels really really bad because they’ve never killed anyone before. Maybe it ends with some tears and din comforting them.”

“Y/N, wait here with the kid.” Mando suddenly appeared behind the door of your shared quarters. The one you alternated in, that is. Grogu was fast asleep above your head until the door had startled him awake. “I’ll be back soon, okay? Just a supply run. Do you want anything?”

“Meilooruns if you can find ‘em, please.” You asked him and the Child cooed in agreement. “I think he might want some.” You pulled him down from his canopy and sat him down next to you.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Mando nodded and turned away, nearing the exit of the ship. “Do not leave the ship under any circumstance. Understood?”

Heirloom (Part 2)

Din Djarin x Fett!reader

warnings:

a/n: lmk if you’re interested in a part 3!

prompt:

part 1

It’d been five years since you’d seen anything but sand, but you did pretty well out there, all things considered. Bounty hunting was in your blood, but this Mandalorian bounty hunter wasn’t interested in anything of the sort at the moment.

So you went from planet to planet, doing favors and tracking down people to assist Mando and the Child on your journey. You couldn’t complain much, he did save you from a lifetime of boredom and despair.

Heirloom (Part 1)

Din Djarin x Fett!reader

warnings:

a/n: did just a little bit of tweaking to help it fit into canon! (haar’chak = damn it. dinii = lunatic)

prompt: anonymous: “Hi can I request a Mandoxteen!reader where the reader is boba fetts daughter. When boba died they got to keep his helmet and they always bring it with them. The reader usually pickpockets people but this time they got caught and tries to run away but then crashes into din and drops the helmet. Din notice the armor and asks them to hand it over. Then the reader spills about being boba fetts daughter and din’s father instincts just kicks in so he asks if they wanna tag along with him and the child”

part 2

Stranded on Tatooine for about five years, give or take. It wasn’t like it was much of a fun planet. There was sand and...uh, sand people. Things like that.

Your father’s fate was nothing short of devastating for you. You’d always believed that he was invincible, especially with that armor of his. Passed down from your grandfather, a Mandalorian. Jango Fett. Your father didn’t speak of him often, but you could tell that his death had changed his path. After all, he was only ten when it happened. All thanks to those damned Jedi.

It had been years since you’d seen your brother, you were taken by the Jedi when he was just a baby, you didn’t even know if he knew you existed. With years of your past buried, you were hesitant to acknowledge the pull towards him. But whatever Force-sensitive being was guiding you near made it hard to ignore.

This particular planet you were on wasn’t all too special, you were beginning to wonder how Din would stick out. And then you saw a Mandalorian, you haven’t seen one in years. The puzzle pieced itself together when you remembered the news of a battle on your home planet. Now was time to conclude this journey.

“May I speak to you a moment, sir?” You approached, noticing the wide-eyed creature beside him who was cooing at his side, it must have been the one that led you here. You gave a little smile and the Mandalorian led you outside. “It’s good to see you again, Din.” His name triggered his fight reflex as he pulled a blaster from his holser.

“Who are you?” Mando asked defensively, hearing the child coo once again.

“I figure that our parents hadn’t told you about me.” You replied and looked over to the little one. “He led me here. He’s like me.”

“Wait...” This must have been a lot of for him to take in. “You...you’re my sibling?” You nodded. “You’re a Jedi?”

“No,” you hadn’t heard that title in years, “not anymore.”