Organized by @dindjarindiaries for December 2024!
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader
Rating: M, but all my content and my blog are 18+ only
Tags (All parts): fluff, some angst, developing relationship, mentions of loss of parents, second person POV, no use of y/n, hints of smut if you squint.
Din leads you out into the snow, towards the quarters he’s already arranged. He can’t justify letting you and his son both freeze in the name of saving a few measly credits. During the day, he can come out here and work on repairing the Razor Crest himself, as he should have done in the first place, and the two of you will be safe and warm in the little cabin.
He can hear you following him in through the snow. Din is relieved that it’s so mild here; he’s considering leaving you at the cabin with provisions while he goes off on his next hunt. It would be safer and far more comfortable for both of them. Of course, he’ll be lonely on his own for a few days, but perhaps that’s for the best. Your voice interrupts his thoughts.
Did you like winter when you were a child? you ask softly, and Din’s step falters for a moment. He pauses, leaving you enough time to catch up and fall into step with him, before shaking his head.
My home was warm, Din explains softly. We had a cold season, but not like this. He glances down at your wool-covered head, bobbing next to him while you keep pace with his steps. He hadn’t realized it, but the dark green colour blends well with the trees surrounding you all.
And now? you ask, and Din laughs softly.
I don’t mind it. But it makes travelling discreetly hard, he jokes lightly, glancing back and gesturing to the conspicuous footprints you’re both leaving in the snow while you giggle.
At least they’ll never know there’s three of us, you tease, and Grogu squawks from inside you hood on cue, earning another awkward laugh from Din.
Good. We’ll take them by surprise.
The inside of the cabin is simple but warm, and that alone makes it feel luxurious. It doesn’t take long to get a fire burning in the hearth, and Din feels his anxiety easing with every second. He watches you move through the one-room space, unpacking supplies and supervising Grogu while he explores, scarf still dangling loosely around your neck. Whenever you glance up at him, Din looks away, returning his focus to his weapons as he prepares to hike back to the Crest.
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