“Comfy”
- The Mandalorian / Din Djarin x Reader -
Warnings- None, FLUFF
“Is this whole get up like... seasonal?
“Ok. Serious question. Is this whole get up like... seasonal?” You asked, gesturing to the metal clad man sat in the pilot’s seat of the cockpit. You’d been working with the Mandalorian for several months now and were currently in hyperdrive off to the destination of your next job. The trip was long and boring so your mind was left to wander freely and the question had come to you.
Memories of the past few months flashed in your head: You and Mando having to stop in hot, dry, dusty Taheeni to get the ship fixed, a supply restock on *insert planet name* that kept you guys stranded for a few days due to heavy rainstorms, and a mission on the snowy, iced covered, planet of *insert planet name*. All of which your counterpart had spent in the same clunky, beskar attire.
The question was met with stony silence, but you persisted anyways. “Like come on, you must get hot right? Especially with all the moving around and fighting we have to do.”
Knowing you well enough to realize that you wouldn’t stop until you got an answer, the Mandalorian finally spoke. “I suppose so...”
“Don’t you get uncomfortable?”
“I’m most comfortable when I am impervious to most physical forms of attack.” He said monotonously.
It was your turn to respond with silence. You couldn’t decide if his answer was sad or weird. But then again this was Mando you were thinking of. What could you expect?
Right when the dull, droid-like man thought he had rid of your bantering you spoke up again. “Well... it’s not like anyone’s going to attack you out here in hyperdrive. It’s just me and The Kid. I’d never attack you, but even if for some bizarre reason I did, as much as I can put up a fight you’re way stronger than me. Even without the armor...” You paused before continuing, “What I’m trying to say is, you don’t need to wear all the armor and such in situations like right now where we’re just in hyperdrive for hours and hours. Actually relax for once. Take a nap, play with the kid, put the ship in auto pilot.” Mando didn’t respond.
You let out a huff and finally gave up. As he clearly couldn’t entertain you, you finally decided to get up and leave the cockpit to play with The Child.
As you left, the Mandalorian pondered what you had said. Over the past months he had grown to trust you well. He knew you weren’t a threat to him. You helped him take care of the kid and fight off anyone who had it out for you guys. He had even told you his name, although you still only used it in special occasions. Maybe he would take a breather from the clunky armor...
You’d fallen asleep for the ‘night’ (it was hard to tell in hyperdrive), after playing with The Child. That kid really had a way of wearing people out. You woke up to the smell of pancakes. Mando must’ve been making breakfast.
You groggily got up from your cot and waddled down the ship, wearing some comfy shorts and an oversized shirt. As you entered the kitchen area of the Razor Crest you were immediately greeted by happy giggles and gurgles from The Kid. You smiled at him and stretched your arms out to caress him his ears. “Good morning, sweet child.” You said you him softly. He responded with more happy gurgles. Looking up from the child you turned to face the Mandalorian that was busy finishing up his cooking. “Good m-“ Mando turned to acknowledge you. You paused as you got a proper look at him. He was wearing some loose grey sweats and a dark long sleeve shirt... not armor... well of course besides the shiny beskar helmet. You smiled as you realized he has listened to what you had said the day before. “Good morning, Din.” You said softly, instinctively grabbing one of his hands gently and rubbing circles on it. You hardly got to see him without gloves.
“Morning” He said back to you, voice still slightly gruff from sleep. He’d finished cooking the pancakes and went to set down the plates of food on the small table the three of you ate at.
Sitting down, you dug into the fluffy circles in front of you. You made a small ‘mmm’ as you savored them. Although at first glance you would never think so, Din was an amazing cook. You always enjoyed everything he made for you and the child thoroughly.
“Did you eat already?” You asked him between bites. Although he was never able to eat in front of you and The Child he always sat with you guys as you ate and helped feed the small green being.
“Yes, before you both got up.” He spoke, as he forked a piece of pancake and fed it to The Kid. You hummed in response.
“I see you listened to what I said.” You gestured to his attire, a small smirk on your face.
“Mhm.”
“I like this. It’s nice.” You smiled.
“What?” Din questioned.
“This.” You made a small gesture with your hand, “The comfy clothing, the delicious food and it’s amazing smell, all of us just kind of being here, together.” You turned and lightly rested your hand on his, which was laying on the table. “No fighting. No fear. Just all of us together having a nice, peaceful breakfast.”
He hummed. “Yeah.. this is nice.” Din turned his head to look at you and grabbed your hand into his, a small smile under his helmet. He could get used to this.
