HERES A FIC NO ONE ASKED FOR!!
And my first fic on this account
THIS IS GONNA BE A DIN DJARIN FANFIC!! Iāve had a lot of ideas but this one came to me after watching moulin rouge..*wipes tear* honestly itās like my first time writing a fic in a while so donāt expect much..
This fic is mlm and I will be using my oc name..So you can just ignore that if wanted.. I will be switching between āDinā and āMando
ā¼ļø||WARNINGS!!||ā¼ļø (not much..) DOOMED YAOI!! Not sure if itās that bad?? ANGSTY. Uhm this fic also has some light kissing and suggestive drinking, also mentioning of blood. THATS IT..
Itās like 1:00am. I dunno if this fic is really worth my time rn..BUT ENJOY!!
The razor crest hummed softly as it drifted through the vastness of space, Din covered in a thin layer of mud and grime. Not needing anything to be said as him and Torin had just completed another mission. Around another 5,000 credits to get them through till they complete another mission.
The ship creaked as Torin made his way up to the cockpit where Din was probably still enough to think heās a dead man.. āYou awake grumpy?ā Torinās voice broke through the silence as he sat down, only a curt nod was a response to his words. āAlmost home..ā Mando hummed out.
āGood, Iām starting to go crazy on this ship yāknow..you donāt talk enough.ā Din scoffed, it was sharp but not cold. āAnd you talk too much.ā That earned a light chuckle.
Torin slumped back against the wall, pulling his helmet half off, chest heaving with a grin that didnāt quite reach his eyes. āI gotta say, Dinā¦ we make a damn good team.ā
Dinās visor was still down as he slumped against his seat almost as if he was going to fall asleep. But he could feel the faint smirk as Torin nudged him with a shoulder. āLike I said..You talk too much,ā Din muttered, but his tone was lighter than usual, almostā¦ human.
āCome on! Admit it..ā Torin leaned over close. Close enough that Din could feel the heat from under his own armor, and trust me. Din definitely felt it. āYou enjoyed it, you love watching me cover your back.ā
Dinās hand twitched at his side, tightening on the strap of his rifle, but he didnāt pull away. āJustā¦ just donāt get used to it.ā He snuggled down into his seat and closed his eyes, expecting silence. Or at least an attempt at visually showing he was going to sleep.
Torin laughed, low and warm, brushing a hand over the blood-dried dirt on his shoulder plate. āUsed to it already. I think we should celebrate. Drinks, maybe a little music. You knowā¦ relax.ā
He peaked an eye open and glanced at the man beside him. His chest tightened as, not from the thought of music or alcohol, but from the way Torinās gaze held him open, light, unafraid. He almost wanted to respond, to tease back, but all he could manage was a stiff nod. āWeāll see.ā
Raising and eyebrow Torin grinned wider, sliding closer until his knee brushed Dinās thigh. āWeāll see? Thatās the closest thing to a yes Iāve ever gotten out of you. I suppose Iāll take it.ā
Dinās gloved fingers brushed against Torinās arm. Accidental. Just a touch. But was it really āJust a touch.ā If his chest caught like a starship in a gravity well?
He immediately pulled back, masking it with a cough.
Torin laughed again, eyes glinting in the dim cabin light. āYouāve been protective all day. And I think I like it..ā
Dinās stomach twisted. āYeah? Well Youāre impossible.ā
Torinās grin softened for just a moment, just long enough that Din almostā¦almost. Reached up and brushed his cheek. He didnāt. Instead, he exhaled slowly, forcing himself to focus. Pulling his hand away and looked forward again.
Once the Razor Crest landed. Engines cut. And silence fell.
And then right when they thought they could have a chance at peace for once.
Torin dove instinctively, but one shot hit too close. And Dinās heart stopped as he lunged, grabbing him, but the wound was bad. And it was already too bad.
The blaster shot had entered just between his shoulder plate and the side of his chest plate.
where a blaster bolt grazed a major artery or punctured the lung.
He helped him over to hide while he took care of the intruders, he kept glancing at his teammate as he fired at them. Never missing a shot, most of them died and the others ran off in retreat.
Din knelt in the dust, the Razor Crest landing pad eerily quiet around him. The firefight had ended, the bodies cleared. But he hadnāt moved. He couldnāt.
Torin coughed, blood staining his gloves. āDinā¦ā he whispered, voice trembling but smiling, still teasing somehow. āGuessā¦ drinks will have to wait for later..eh?ā
Din pressed him to his chest, heart pounding, hands shaking. āNoā¦what are you talking about? Weāre gonna get you you some medical helpā¦ā
Torinās body was cradled in his arms, limp, cold, bleeding. Dinās helmet was gone, hands pressed against Torinās chest, tracing the rise and fall that was no longer there. The world had narrowed to the warmth that used to be and the unbearable absence that replaced it.
āDinā¦ā Torinās voice became more broken, rough, and it cut Din deeper than any blade.
Dinās hands shook as he pressed against the wound. āStay with me! Please, Torin, stay with me!ā He yelled out in a frantic sense. His voice cracked. The Modulator couldnāt hide the raw panic beneath.
Torin coughed violently, then managed a faint, shaky laugh. āYouā¦ alwaysā¦ take care of meā¦ even nowā¦ā
He then pulled his helmet off tossing it to the side. Revealing his tear stained face, deep brown eyes filled with fear, panic, and a sadness that continued to grow as the seconds passed.
Dinās lips brushed Torinās temple, clumsy and desperate. āDonāt you dareā¦ die on me. Maker, donāt let you goā¦ā Din hiss out. His only way to cope was to be angry..Anger that he couldnāt move fast enough to block that blaster.
Torinās fingers grazed Dinās cheek, weak but deliberate. āDinā¦ Iā¦ I love you.ā He let out a sharp shaking breath. The tears followed suit, flooding his eyes.
The words hit Din like a crashing ship. His heart seized. āTorinā¦ donātā¦ I canātā¦ I canātāā
Torin coughed again, warm blood staining Dinās gloved hand once more. āItāsā¦ okayā¦ justā¦ stay with meā¦ā
Dinās face buried into Torinās neck, kissing, pressing, trembling. The desperation was more than fearāit was need, it was love, it was lust entangled with grief. His hands roamed, clinging to Torin like he could anchor him to life. Every touch was pleading, begging.
āIāllā¦ Iāll hold you,ā Din whispered against his lips, voice raw, hoarse. āIāllā¦ make it lastā¦ just a little longerā¦ā
Torinās eyes fluttered closed, a weak smile on bloodied lips. āA littleā¦ longerā¦ā a soft breath was let out..
āTorin?..ā And then the life that had burned so brightly in Torin faded. His grip loosened, his body went slack, and Din felt the universe collapse inside him.
His shaken voice cracked out as he pulled back, a chocked sob came through as he gently shook him only making his thoughts less and less rational..
Din screamed a broken, animalistic sound kissing him one last time, hands shaking, tears dripping into the blood-stained fabric of Torinās chest. āNoā¦ Maker, noā¦ donāt leave me, Torin! Donāt leave me!ā
The Razor Crest fell silent around them. Din held him, rocking, whispering confessions heād never had the courage to speak.
And there was nothing a man could do about it.
Din stayed there long after, clutching him, his lips pressed to his collarbone, remembering the warmth, the touch, the feel of him. The grief was a fire that would never die. And the love. Forbidden, messy, intense, beautiful was carved into his very soul.
Hours could have passed. minutes maybe.
Din didnāt care. He refused to release him. The world could end, the universe could burn around them, and he wouldnāt move. He would hold him, kiss him, breathe him in, memorize every fleeting moment.
Because it was all he had left.
And that night, under the cold desert stars, Din Djarin learned the cruelest truth:
sometimes, love arrives just before loss.
i am genuinely sorry you had to read that. Uhmā¦YEAH.
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