I'm just sayin'...
Just call my name - Din Djarin
Summary: After Mando suffers a head injury, you’re quick to go help, even though he denies he needs it
Warnings: none
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- Ain’t no mountain high enough - Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell
“Mando!” You shout, watching him lay on the ground, groaning in pain, his head was lolling back and forth as if trying to keep himself conscious.
He managed to take down the bounty, but not without taking a few blows. You watched as he collapsed on the floor once he completed the bounty. Now, you were sprinting towards him.
“Mando.” You say, collapsing on your knees beside him and shaking his shoulders. “Come on, time to get up. The kid has been whining for you.” You say, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and helping him up.
He groans as you bring him to his feet before he pushes away from you, “M’fine.” He gruffly replies, straightening himself out.
You scoff at him. He always just wants to seem so tough. You know he took a hard blow to the head, you only hope it’s not too bad. You don’t know how to treat it when you couldn’t take off his helmet. “Mando.. You’re stumbling around. Just let me help.”
“N-no, it’s fine.” He stutters out, stumbling towards the ship. “Just need to take a lil nap..”
He sounds drunk and you’re nervous. Why’d he always have to be so stubborn? “Mando, you’re not fine. And you can’t go to sleep, you could have a concussion.”
“Pfft. Concussion? Nuh-uh” You almost want to laugh at how he tipsy he sounds. He turns around to look at you, motioning to himself, “I’m in perfect condition.”
“Really?” You cross your arms, raising your eyebrows.
“Yes. Watch.” He does a couple spins, as if that is supposed to prove anything. Then, he begins to fall toward, catching himself as you reach out, ready to catch him.
He giggles to himself and now you’re really concerned. Tired of his antics, you grab his hand and drag him towards the ship. He stumbles messily behind you, trying to keep up as you drag him.
Stepping onto the ship, you throw him into a chair and go search through the medicine cabinet. The most you can do is find some pills for him to take. You hear a soft cooing and turn around to find Mando on his stomach, feet kicking in the air and he plays with the kid.
“Aww, you’re so cute aren’t you?” He whispers to the little child, rubbing his ears as it happily coos.
You smile to yourself, pulling Mando up by his cape and plopping him back into the chair. Him and the child both whine at the fact you have broken them apart.
“Okay, I found some medicine I need you to take. It’s our best option. Do you have any other injuries?” You asks, wanting know if there is something you can treat without breaking his creed.
“No, ma’am.” He replies, you can hear the smile in his voice and if makes you flush.
“I’ll leave you alone to take it then. Do not fall asleep.” You point a stern finger at him. He nods once in reply.
You pick up the child on your way out, glancing back one more time before climbing into the cockpit. You hear him mutter what sounded like, “Night, mesh’la.”
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“Mando?” You call out. No response.
You curse as you climb down from the cockpit. You hope he isn’t asleep, but you know deep down he probably is. You just hope his helmet is still on.
You thank Maker when you find him passed out, helmet still on, but at least the medicine is gone. You smile softly, walking over and shaking him.
“Mando?” You whisper, “C’mon, time to get up.”
He groans, shaking his head in protest before turning to look at you. You give him a soft smile, thankful that he isn’t dead.
“How’re you feeling?” You ask.
“Better.” He grumbles, seeming like his old self again, “Sorry about..”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s quite funny to see the big bad Mandalorian giggling and spinning around.”
He lets out an embarrassed chuckle and you know if you could see his face he would be beet red. “Yeah..”
“I’ll go get you some water.” You say, starting to walk away before a hand grabs onto you.
“Thank you.” He says softly, the softest you’ve ever heard him say anything. Your whole face flushes at the sudden intimacy.
“You’re welcome, Mando.” You mutter back at him sheepishly, eyes trained on his helmet as if you could see his eyes from underneath it.
“Din.” He replies.
“Gesundheit.” You reply, turning to leave again and he chuckles.
“No. Din. That’s my name.” You turn back to him in shock.
“What?” You gasp, running back over to him as he stands up on wobbly knees.
“Mando, why would you tell me that?” You rush out nervously, “Is that breaking your creed-”
“Shh.” He replies, cutting you off as he holds your arms, trying to calm you down. “Don’t worry about it, mesh’la”
“You said that last night.”
“Said what?”
“Mesh’la.” You murmur, looking up at his helmet and seeing your reflection in it, “What does it mean?”
He goes silent, just staring down at you. The only sense you have that he hasn’t knocked out again is his hands, which are now brushing down your arm to hold your hands in his. You look down at the gesture with a blushing face.
“Beautiful.” He finally speaks and it catches you offguard.
“Huh?”
“It means beautiful.” He admits, bringing your hand up to his helmet and holding it against where his cheek would be, sighing as if he could feel the touch.
“Are you sure you’re not shitting me and it actually means dickwad or something?” You whisper and smile brightly when you’re met with a deep chuckle.
“I would never lie about something like that.” He whispers in reply and you feel your face heat up. “You’re a little red. You alright?”
You can hear the teasing in his voice and you roll your eyes at him, “Fuck you, Din.”
“Not what I expected to hear when you first said my name, but it still sounds so good coming from you.” He admits and you’re not sure you could get anymore red.
“You know, you should get a concussion more often. It makes you such a romantic.” You tease him and he laughs, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, the cool metal a harsh contrast against your burning skin.
“As long as you take care of me after.”
“You know I always will. Just call my name, Din.”
“I always will, Y/N.”
A Fresh Start [8]
- Din Djarin x F!Reader
- Warnings: pining, it’s mutual, they’re both just oblivious to the other, mention of fake name use, also I didn’t proofread this as much as I should’ve probs (that’s a warning right?)
- Word Count: 3,494
Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.
Ch. #08: YOU’RE HIS HOME
Chapter Summary: First day of school, first day of school!
“I feel this gravitational pull towards you. Like the universe & all the galaxies had a talk and said, ‘yeah, it’s time’.” -Gawn Birdie (On How We Find The One)
You had a weird mix of excitement, anxiety, and trepidation swirling in your gut. It was Grogu’s first day of school. You were excited at the prospect of him having fun, learning, and making new friends, but it didn’t dull the anxiety you felt. What if the other kids were mean to him? What if he hated it? You wondered if this was how your mother felt on your first day of school. Not that you were his mother, you reminded yourself. As you cooked breakfast, you scoffed and shook your head. You were the nanny. You couldn’t let that line in the sand blur.
Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 6
Din Djarin x princess!reader
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: Nothing really, honestly. Din is a simp still
Author’s Note: I got to use my favorite fic trope in this chapter :^) gif source is unknown so if you find it, tell me!
The Sanctuary
“We need to restock on supplies,” Din explained as they entered the atmosphere of Sorgan the following morning.
If she questioned his excuse to land, she didn’t say a word about it. She just nodded, tucking her feet under herself in the seat of the cockpit.
He tried to get her to go to bed in the hull the previous night, but she insisted on staying up there with him and Grogu. Even if they sat in silence –her reading with the kid in her lap –it was a comfortable silence. He enjoyed just having her there beside him. If they wanted to talk, they could…but they didn’t have to. And Din appreciated that more than she would probably ever understand.
With the newfound knowledge of why she left, Din was determined to keep her as far from Silas Credence as he could. The helmet hid his anger well, and he was thankful that she could not see how genuinely livid he was about what had happened to her. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know her well –no one had the right to touch her like that. Which settled the dilemma he had been facing since he met her: he wouldn’t be delivering her.
Maybe he was developing a habit of keeping quarries instead of collecting their bounty.
Just Need You (Din x Reader)
A/N: Okay. This turned into waaayyyyyy more than I expected but once it started it just kept coming, and I…. I kinda love it? Like for real? These two are a mess and I’m kind of obsessed with them. (Also, thank you, Anon, for being my first Mando request and for sending a request at all! You made me happy dance, you have no idea.)
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Space swearing. Arguing? Mentions of injury, brief mention of blood, stitches. Mando’a.
Word count: 4,014 (I’m this person now, okay?)
Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex, @grippingbeskar, and @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis for reading this over for me and letting me know I’m not crazy.
Xxx
“It’ll only be a few hours,” you grumbled, shoving another blaster in your belt from the weapons locker.
“Do you know anything about this planet?”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing a vibroblade to tuck into your boot. “I know it’s hot.” Reaching for a thermal detonator, a gloved hand came out to grab your wrist, stopping you just short, your fingers barely scraping along its surface. With a sigh you turned your head to your left to find the Mandalorian’s helmet inches from your face.
Head to Bed
summary: nodding off on the razor crest
pairing: din djarin x gn!reader
wordcount: 438
warnings: none
a/n: my first din djarin fic! this was inevitable with @galaxysgal convincing me to watch the mandalorian and putting up with all of my shitty star wars questions.
comments and reblogs appreciated!
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Hyperspace was calming. It was quiet and calm and even flying through space without any pirates or looters was calm. You’d been sitting in the Razor Crest next to Din, who was currently flying the craft. You were beginning to nod off, catching yourself before your chin dropped too low.
Din was watching as you tried your best to fight the slumber, smiling under the mask as you snapped awake again. He waited a few more minutes until you actually fell asleep, leaning on the side wall, to wake you.
Only for You
Summary: You have never seen him remove his mask, not even when Luke took Grogu away.
Pairing: Din Djarin x Former Jedi GN!Reader, Luke Skywalker x Platonic!Reader (kinda?)
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: Season 2 spoilers, Angst (it took a turn, ig), talks about past trauma, no use of y/n, cursing, fluff maybe?, and ofc awfully written
A/N: I don’t know if anyone has written something like this, it’s more of a self-indulgent fic just because. I made this to be fluff, idk how that turned out ;-; Also please be nice, this is my first ever Mando fic.
Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
Din Djarin or better known as “the Mandalorian” for others, was a man of few words. When he first stumbled upon you on a mission, he didn’t even bother to bat an eye. It was because of the little green foundling, Grogu, who took interest and became immediately fond of you, that forced the bounty hunter to take you aboard the Razor Crest.
Trent crimm was canon homosexual when he scrunched his nose and said 'love that'
James Lance on his way to say that Trent is in love with Ted in an interview
Okay so hear me out. Trent Crimm and Ted Lasso are Ben and Leslie from Parks and Rec.
Unhinged dissertation containing (sort of, not really) spoilers for Ted Lasso season 3 under the cut.
Didn’t want to spend more than 20 minutes on this but that blue sweater from the promo pics got me Acting Up