HISTORY, HUH?
Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader (small teaser)
DESCRIPTION: When you get injured by a bounty, Din takes you to Mos Espa to get help from an old comrade. AKA; Din gets jealous when he finds out you and Boba have history.
WARNINGS: Discussions of injuries involving blood, descriptions of jealous behaviour, references to smut 🔞 but not explicitly written, references to gun use (ahem blaster use!), mentions thoughts of torture (just readers imagination), kissing, mentions of panic underwater, Din being clingy af, established relationship with Din, past history with Boba, a sprinkle of angst, unrequited love.
Dividers by @saradika-graphics 🚀✨ cover photos from Pinterest
READER does not have a specified gender, they/them pronouns used. Reader is in an established romantic relationship with Din. Reader has parent relationship with Grogu (no gendered title used). Reader does not have a visible disability and has hair long enough to be pulled over their shoulder.
“I know this one.”
Boba speaks, his eyes on your unconscious body, focused intently on your pained expression in a deep slumber.
Din lifts his gaze, analysing the fellow bounty hunter uneasily.
Din’s gloved hand rests instinctively on top of yours, laid flat against your stomach, his eyes darkening behind his helmet, unable to read his comrades face behind his own green weathered mask.
“In what regard?” Din speaks, his own tone scaring him.
Boba’s shoulders relax with a sigh as he looks you over again.
“Little troublemaker.”
Din hears a hint of playfulness in his words, a hidden note of admiration.
“We’ve crossed paths before. Can’t say I’m surprised to see them in such a predicament,” Boba gestures to your mangled shin and bruised shoulder.
“How did this happen?” He asks and Din’s taken aback slightly by his sharp, disapproving tone.
“My bounty. Chased him down an alley, tried to corner him but he had allies. We were cornered and well…they…,” he runs a thumb over the back of your hand, his tone holding a hint of regret, “Well, they stopped him but-“
“Not without injury,” Boba responds, his voice a pitch lower, Din’s head turning once again, apprehending his friend’s sudden anger.
Though was Boba’s anger directed towards the bounty or Din himself for putting you in harms way?
He couldn’t tell.
“We should get them into the bacta tank immediately,” he lifts his head then, meeting Din’s piercing gaze.
Though neither of them could see the others expression, Boba still cocks his head at the mandalorian, a wry smile playing on his lips.
“You can trust me, my friend. I have no quarrel with your companion.”
Din hesitates, looking to the end of the room at the large metal windowed casket.
“I’d feel more at ease if you explained your history,” he speaks, his head turning back to Boba who adjusts the blaster in his hand almost uncomfortably.
“Not my business to tell. I’d sooner face your wrath than theirs,” he nods to your face again, soft pained murmurs leaving your mouth now.
Din squeezes your shoulder very gently, Boba watching him murmur sweet assurances in your ear, his cheeks warming underneath his helmet.
There’s no saying how long the two men stood hovering over your body silently, almost both deliberating how to move you to the bacta tank.
Or more so not “how” but “who” would actually carry you there.
Din found his hands slipping under your thighs and back, hoisting you against his chest gently, your head falling against the cold metal of his chest piece.
You mumbled as he carried you over to the middle of the room.
It took a moment for heavy footsteps to follow behind him, a gloved hand tapping buttons to open the glass chamber. Din laid you down into it while Boba watched him, analysing his movements with intrigue.
"If you can hear me, cya'rika," Din softly speaks causing Boba's fingers to stiffen above the control panel, "you are safe. This device should help the healing process. I will be close by. Do not fear. We are with trusted friends.”
Din lifts his head almost seeking confirmation for the latter from Boba who nods once firmly.
Din takes your hands in his as soft breaths leave your pained lips, he places your hands so that they are overlapping on your chest and then taking the breathing mask Boba was holding out to him, placing it over your mouth and nose securely.
Din forces himself to pull back from his protective hold against your hands, allowing the capsule to encase your body, filling quickly with the fluid as Boba configures from the panel.
"How long does it take?" Din asks, his voice weak and rough, his eyes watering at the sight of your body so close yet feeling so far from him.
"Depends upon the injury," Boba starts, his eyes darting between the two of you; the Mandalorian he had come to known as a trusted ally and the trusted ally he had come to know for far more in his heart.
"For this injury, perhaps an hour or less. Until then, we can wait in the throne room."
"I will not leave their side," the Mandalorian's words come out thick and unable to be coerced otherwise.
Boba sighs, his eyes back on your injury, the flesh of your ligament already re-growing, "they would not wish for you to stand by and wait. They'll be angry upon awakening if I know anything about their attitude towards injury in battle. There will be an air of shame-"
"It is not THEIR fault," Din argues, feeling an overwhelming sense of grief for allowing this to happen.
"I am not placing blame on anyone," Boba asserts, his voice lowering an octave to indicate to his old comrade that he means no threat.
"But as I mentioned before, the...troublemaker and I have history. I know this. They would want you to take care of yourself while the opportunity allows it so that they can heal and awaken when the time is right."
Din shakes his head, his fists clenching, his visor focused solely on you and you alone.
He knows Boba is right.
You never did fare well when you got injured during a bounty hunt.
You were self-deprecating, kicking yourself that you could have done better.
It took the soft side of Din to convince you that you were good enough to fight alongside him.
HIM who you called the best of the best, "a true warrior that I could only long to compare to. The fight is your religion. Your creed has taught you well."
With all the sweet words of praise you've whispered to Din both in casual passing and intimately in the dark confines of your shared bunk, Din can only try to offer you the same but where he may excel in battle, he lacks in performance of admiration.
One which he vows to improve upon when you awaken.
"Fine," Din responds just when Boba's defeated steps move towards the large entryway.
"We will wait."
Some time later...
"Din..." you had started, grasping for your second blaster at your thigh. "There's another one-"
You are awaken abruptly with a jolt at the blaring sound of blaster fire colliding in your head.
Your eyes widen, stinging and only allowing a fog of vision when you thrash suddenly, your hands thrusting forward, palms hitting a wall that you shove at mindlessly.
You're in water.
Or at least some sort of fluid.
Your movements are slowed.
Your eyes blinking uncomfortably.
There's some sort of mask over the lower half of your face, allowing air bubbles to escape above you.
You try to calm, your heart beating unsteadily.
One minute you were being shot at, the next you were here.
Where the kriff was Din? Grogu?
You moan out loud, trying to make some noise, your palms attempting to hit the wall blocking you from escaping.
Did they get hurt?
Did Grogu get taken?
Or were you captured and now laying in some sort of torture device awaiting your inevitable demise?
What if Grogu was being dissected and Din was being beaten to death in the next room?
Fuck no. Calm. Calm down.
You close your eyes. Allowing your arms to drop slowly in the surrounding liquid.
Jumping to conclusion.
Panicking solves nothing.
I think better when I'm relaxed, you tell yourself, slowly but surely letting your fingers graze the surrounding hard bubble finding sharp edges beside your body.
There has to be a way out from the inside, you think.
Just when the panic returns, thoughts of Din hanging unconscious nearby or your sweet son laying on a ice cold table, your finger slips on something square and hard, causing a red light to blare in the liquid and a sudden suction sound to drag all the fluid down from your body.
Your hands move quickly then, yanking at the mask over your mouth, the wall that you now realise was a windowed case, slides open.
You cough, your hands going instinctively to your abdomen and leg, fingers smoothing over your skin exposed by the gaping rips in your clothing where the shots burnt through.
Healed.
Your eyes widen. Not a single mark of evidence that you were even shot to shit to begin with. Your neck snaps up, your eyes blinking away the remaining fluid taking in the room.
Wait...I know this place. Don't I? That banner.
Two banners hang from the stone ceiling above a large arched entry baring an embroidered signet you're all too familiar with.
"Well fuck," you say out loud, a grin plastering your lips.
You swing your legs off the side of the strange coffin-like device, your eyes overlooking it with a quirked brow.
You slip off the side, wobbling slightly on numb legs, pins and needles in your feet as you wiggle your toes to rid of the discomfort.
Your legs carry you drunkenly from the room and under the large moss green banners, allowing one last grin to grace your features.
You're not taking any notice of the water staining the stone floor with puddles as you pass through familiar rooms, carrying your fatigued body past a simple throne.
You roll your eyes at it momentarily, a smirk on your lips when you stop at the sight in front of you.
Two visors snap to attention in your direction, standing in alarm at your unexpected presence.
“Huh,” you say with intrigue, overlooking the two men opposite each other at a table.
Grogu in the middle stuffing his face with soup, making a squeal of happiness when he sees you.
“This is a sight I never thought I’d see,” you murmur loud enough for them to hear, approaching the table while they both round it, Din more hurriedly than the green armoured man hovering near his abandoned chair.
Your full attention taken by the green bean making grabby hands your way, your smile gracing your features as Din manoeuvres your wet hair from your cheek and tucks it behind your ear.
“Are you well?” He speaks, gaze flashing to Boba whose busy looking over your exposed leg and stomach.
“I am. Hey baby,” you soothe when approaching your small son, lifting Grogu from his high chair and bouncing him on your side when he takes your face into his hands.
Grogu proceeds to babble a mix of mando’a and nonsense.
“Yes I’m okay, bean. I feel a lot better now. Please don’t worry,” your head lifts but it’s not Din who catches your attention, it’s the other armoured man, stood to your left, his wandering gaze lifting to your own.
“Boba,” you nod and he does the same back.
“Star-shine,” he speaks back and you don’t miss the way Din’s body turns rigid at the pet name.
You scoff, stifling a chuckle, “can’t remember the last time you called me that.”
Din’s hand slips to your side, gently tugging you further into him, his beskar cold to the touch against your wet skin.
You look up at him in surprise.
Din rarely instigated affection in the presence of others.
It was then you realise he hadn’t turned his head from Boba, staring him down through his visor.
You’re distracted by what seems to be the growing tension between both men until you feel softness sliding over your bare shoulders, hands gently tugging the material around your body.
You smile.
“Fennec,” your body turns to meet a familiar grin, hands sliding around your wet hair to pull it over the blanket.
“You caused quite the worry,” she notes with amusement, her eyes glancing between the two warriors and back to you with raised brows.
Your cheeks burn when you realise neither helmet has turned back to you. Though unable to see their expressions, you had a feeling you didn’t need to.
“Din?” You try and sure enough the visor tilts back to you immediately, his stiff body relaxing and moulding into yours again.
His fingers clutch your side.
“Mesh’la?” You look down uncomfortably at your wet clothes but before Din can respond, his shoulders lifting in realisation of what you’re asking, another voice cuts in.
“The trunk in your chambers houses some of your wares,” you mentally groan, watching Din’s body stiffen again.
Boba continues without a beat, “I’ll escort you.”
Fennec hides a smile when Din incapacitates.
“We’ll manage,” his hand taking yours possessively and wandering off towards a hallway just behind.
Fennec calls after, “on the right,” watching you both disappear and watching you get dragged into the room with a bewildered expression at the steel back in front of you.
She turns and looks back at the green helmet, dropping his visor from your direction back to her raised brows, “really?”
"It's been awhile," you say without a beat, tugging the long leather jacket over your figure, a shiver running up you while you stand outside in front of the palace.
“I didn’t think you would return,” the aged modulator responds.
Boba turns from his stance in the middle of the path up to the palace gate, his visor focusing in on you.
You allow a small smile to grace your lips as you walk to his side, watching the people of Mos Espa go about their daily markets.
“Not of my own choice anyway,” you tease and smile to yourself when the older man falls silent, his visor back on the market stalls.
Din had gone to fetch the Crest.
You had offered to walk the short distance to it just on the outskirts of the town but your still uneasy figure had Din retaliating immediately.
With a pressured look at Fennec who stood near the entryway to your room smiling curiously, he ordered her to watch over you while he went to retrieve the ship.
That was only a few minutes ago.
You left Fennec to babysit Grogu much to her narrowed gaze at the small child and her initial refusal.
You had stifled an amused laugh when you left them to retrieve some fresh clothes and found her walking him around the palace rooms showing him artefacts from travels and battles.
It gave you the opportunity to slip away to get some air.
You were grateful to have a moments peace since being encased in that tomb you now learned was a bacta tank.
“Thank you, by the way,” you spoke up, noticing the way Boba’s shoulders relaxed slightly under his rigid armor. “You didn’t have to help but you did. I’m grateful and in your debt if you ever need anything.”
“I think we’re past owing each other debts whenever one of us saves the others life. Would you not agree, star-shine?”
You smile slips only momentarily, “you’re angry at me?”
“No,” it comes out rushed and slightly raised.
Boba falls silent a moment and you know he’s deliberating the delivery of his words before speaking them aloud.
As was his nature as ruler of Mos Espa.
“Star-shine,” Boba spoke and you couldn’t mistake the way it shook slightly.
You turned looking to him.
“I know you are a wanderer. Content with roaming the planets to your own leisure but please do not forget that you have a home here in Mos Espa. In our home.”
He punctured the word “our” and you swear you saw the way his helmet tipped to the silver one you were now well aware of looming behind you silently.
Boba clears his throat, “at least, remember to visit when you have some time. I know Fennec would be grateful to see you. She’s very fond of you.”
You smile.
You understand what he means.
This isn’t about Fennec.
“I’ve missed you too, Boba,” you smile and you watch as his visor turns to the bustling market nearby like before, “and again thank you for answering Din’s distress call.”
You turn your head, meeting the silver visor now looking down at you, a gloved hand seeking yours, “and allowing me use of your bacta tank. I know how important that device is for you. You look well.”
Boba turns back then and you notice the way his previously hunched shoulders relax slightly at your informality of which he wasn’t sure he could share with you.
“And you?” Boba inquires, his visor dancing between you and Din. “You are well?”
You are happy and safe with this Mandalorian companion you seek refuge with?
You nod, a peaceful expression on your face as your fingers intertwine with the gloved one tightening in your grip.
“You have history,” Din mentions, trying to seem nonchalant about prying for the information he so desperately needs to know.
You were both back in hyperspace now.
The reunion pleasant but short-lived.
You felt a small ache in your chest, missing the familiarity of the planet you were speeding away from but there was a relief too being back on the Crest.
“Somewhat,” you respond with a shrug, rocking Grogu to sleep in your arms, his small green hand clutching your shirt.
“He wouldn’t tell me how you knew each other,” Din added, pressing buttons to get the ship into auto pilot.
You smile, “probably didn’t want to upset you.”
Din turns in his chair then, swiftly, his boots stopping the full turn harshly against the floor of the ship as he meets your gaze.
“Did he hurt you?”
You laugh in response causing his cheeks to redden.
“More like the other way around,” you grin.
“Oh, what did he do?” Din asks and you clock the obvious innocent tone he’s implying, knowing full well he’s desperate for information.
You humor him.
“Ner kar’ta,” you begin making Din’s heart race at his language gracing your lips, “it’s endearing how much you trust that I wouldn’t harm someone without reason. You truly think me so innocent?”
Din sways slightly in his chair, distracted by your beauty, his lips tugging up mirroring the smirk on your lips.
“To ease you, it was at the start of our relationship. It was how we met.”
You let off there. Not speaking another word, waiting for Din to press you further.
“Tell me,” his words reach your ears, oh so quiet and sweet.
You fight a smile.
“If you must know, I shot him.”
You giggle and Din sits forward with immediate interest.
“Why?” he asks.
You elaborate.
“At the time, I was seeking passage on a supply ship. One of which Boba and his allies chose to infiltrate. Of course he thought me a threat and of course I thought him a common pirate so we had a stand off which resulted in me shooting him point blank in the abdomen. Fennec appeared then. It seemed she saw right through me and stepped between us. She explained that the real pirates were these people that I was travelling with and I agreed to assist them for a price. Enough money for off planet travel to Naboo. She agreed, on Boba’s behalf and much to his rejection might I add. It seems Fennec took a liking to me.”
“A rare thing,” Din adds and you nod.
“So we took control of the ship. It was rather simple. They already trusted me of course. We landed it in Mos Espa and I assisted Fennec with getting Boba to aid. I housed with them for some time. Safe to say we didn’t like each other to start but with time, a sort of friendship happened.”
“And more?” Din asks quietly.
“Are you jealous, Din Djarin?” You ask, causing him to evade your intense gaze, head turning from you.
“I don’t mind if you are. I rather like jealousy on you, ner riduur.”
Din’s head flashes back to you.
It’s the first time you’ve used that term and one Din has yearned for quite some time since you started travelling and establishing a relationship, parenting Grogu between you.
“I just…I know it isn’t my business,” Din sighs, “but I just need to know if-“
“We only kissed, my love. That’s all,” you smile reassuringly.
Din doesn’t like any mention of the fellow Bounty Hunter touching you but his body does relax at the thought of the two of you progressing no further than a brief kiss.
Though, the way Boba looked upon you and spoke to you betrayed any thoughts that whatever the older man saw of you was anything far from platonic.
“He confessed his feelings for me,” you add, grinning at the look of surprise you know would be plastered on Din’s face.
“I know I was shocked too.”
Din’s cheeks blaze, he’s always taken aback when you can tell how he’s reacting under his helmet.
Your smile slips, “I felt bad though.”
Din remains silent, knowing there is more to this story that you need to get off your chest.
“I’ve never seen him that vulnerable before. He’s usually so stoic. It wasn’t like I must confess, I have developed feelings for you. You know how he can be all formal and shit, yeah well, nothing like that. He was genuinely all like, shit, I think I’m falling for you. I don’t fucking know why.”
Din shakes his head in shock at what you’re saying.
None of it sounds like the bounty hunter he fought alongside at all.
You shuffle uncomfortably, trying not to rouse your sleeping child, “There was a lot of cursing, believe it or not. A lot of pacing, his face was as red as the surface of Dathomir. You had to be there. I told Fennec. She didn’t believe me for a second then apparently he started venting to her in the middle of the throne room while they were waiting on a contact to show up because I was leaving the next morning.”
Din speaks the words that have been eating away at his brain while you’ve been recounting the story to him.
“Did you share his affections?” His voice betrays him, trembling at the last syllable.
“I don’t think so?” Your brows furrow, shaking your head in exasperation.
“Did my heart flutter a bit when I would watch him in a fight? Yeah it did. I quite like how stern he can be. Makes me think how different he might be intimately but I don’t know, it just seemed more like curiosity than anything else. I still didn’t feel a want to remain in Mos Espa. I wanted to explore, see the universe. With or without him…it didn’t really matter to me.”
“Do you feel that way about me?” Din eagerly responds.
“No,” your answer is immediate, your eyes fixated determinedly on Din’s visor.
He’s silent when you explain.
“When we met, it was more than finding you hot when you beat the shit out of a bounty or curious about how sexy you looked under that helmet.”
Din’s fingers twitch, adjusting his seating position when his lower half feels like it’s tightening against his armor.
“it wasn’t curiosity. It was genuine desire. That’s the difference. It was the desire to wake up to you every day, regardless of what mood you might’ve been in. I craved your praise whenever you would tell me I did a good job watching over Grogu or when you were teaching me how to shoot. My heart still goes crazy whenever you’re even an inch behind me and I can sense your looming figure above me.”
Din’s heart pounds at your words.
“I am so in love with you, Din.”
Your eyes soften with your words.
Your lips plush as the confession he’s already aware of graces your lips once again. Spoken even more beautifully than the first time you had admitted to him, that the time you had spent together meant far more to you than business.
You wanted pleasure too.
You wanted it from him and in every way that he would give it.
And he’d give you anything you asked.
Din stands, his body gravitating to you, taking a knee before your chair.
You drop your head back, closing your eyes and inhaling sharply when you feel the cool metal touch your forehead delicately.
“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”
You can’t fight back the smile twitching at your lips.
“I desire a life with you, Din,” his heart clenches at your words, his fingers brushing your lower back lovingly.
“And our son and whatever other foundlings you would want with me,” you smile shyly at him and he shakes his head with a chuckle.
“Mesh’la…I know you’re not teasing when you say that and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a desire of mine as well,” your eyes sparkle up at him, surprised by this new information. “But what about seeing the universe? Travelling from planet to planet? Isn’t that what you want before deciding to settle down with me?”
You sigh happily, using your one free arm to slide up past his chest, embracing around his helmet and pulling him closer.
“I’ve seen the universe, Din. I have. I wake up to it everyday. Every time I’m in your arms.” You gaze sweetly through his visor, feeling the way his arms tighten around you.
“Close your eyes.”
An order.
One which you’re more than willing to obey knowing the outcome.
You close your eyes, hearing the sound of metal clattering on the near console before feeling soft lips caressing yours.
!!Bonus Scene!!:
You’re in the cargo hold having since put Grogu to bed, organising food portions in a trunk near Din’s weaponry.
You thought the bounty Hunter was busy sat in his flight chair navigating to your next refuge, so it was safe to say you were scared shitless when his modulator sounded close behind you.
“Is he a better kisser than me?”
You smirk but it fades quickly when you turn around to face him towering over you, his body moving closer and crowding you so much your back hits the cold wall of the ship behind you.
You take a moment, searching the darkened visor focused on you like prey.
You let a wry smile reach your hot cheeks, batting your eyelashes at him.
“You’ll have to remind me.”
It takes a second for the lights of the ship to go out, plunging you into darkness, a crash of metal against the floor and warm lips meeting yours hungrily.
“Where’s our boy?” He pulls back breathlessly, your heart pacing at the rugged tone of his voice no longer hidden by a modulator.
“In our bunk,” you reply, feeling his ungloved hands on your face, relishing in the feel of his calloused fingers dancing along your jawline.
His hands slip down your arms, gently grazing the insides of your wrists making you weak before intertwining your fingers and tugging you back towards the ladder.
“The chair it is then,” Din responds, his hand guiding your lower back now against the ladder crowding up behind you while you remain blind in the dark. His hands taking yours and placing them against the cool metal to guide you up.
