- Dating Din Djarin means slowly realizing that beneath the armor, the stoic voice, and the intimidating reputation is one of the most devoted men in the galaxy.
- He isn’t good with words at first and his compliments come out awkward and short.
- “You look nice.”
- “I always look nice.”
- “…You look nicer than usual.” That is the closest thing you’ll get to a grand romantic speech for the first few months.
- Physical affection becomes his love language long before verbal affection does.
- He always rests a hand on your back when you’re walking through crowded markets or busy settlements.
- When danger is nearby, you’ll feel his hand find yours instinctively. Not because he thinks you’re incapable. Because protecting you has become like second nature to him.
- Din is fiercely observant. He notices things you don’t even realize you’re doing when you’re tired, when you’re hungry, when you’re cold, when you’re pretending you’re fine.
- You’ll mention liking something exactly once, and somehow he’ll remember it six months later. He comes home from a bounty with a small trinket and simply hands it to you. “You said you liked these.” That’s it. No explanation. No fanfare. Just a rare gift given with quiet sincerity.
- The Razor Crest, or whatever ship he’s currently flying, starts feeling more like home than any planet ever could.
- You’ll spend nights sitting together in the cockpit watching hyperspace stretch endlessly beyond the viewport. Sometimes neither of you says anything for hours. Din learns that silence doesn’t have to be lonely when you’re there.
- He’s secretly obsessed with hearing you talk. Tell him about your day. Tell him random facts. Tell him stories from your childhood. He acts like he’s focused on cleaning weapons, but he’s listening to every word. Every single one.
- Din becomes very protective when you’re sick. It’s almost ridiculous. The most feared bounty hunter in the sector suddenly panics because you sneezed twice. He’ll contact medics, research treatments, check your temperature every hour, hover nearby pretending he isn’t worried. He worries…a lot.
- Once he trusts you enough, he begins removing pieces of armor around you. First the gloves, then the vambraces, then eventually sitting beside you without the chest plate after a long mission. Each piece removed feels like an enormous act of trust. You understand that he’s showing you parts of himself few people have ever seen.
this fear is a part of me (please don't take my hope away)
this lust is a burden that we both share - series masterlist here
pairing: din djarin x reader (gender neutral, no use of y/n)
length: 1k
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
warnings: reader has vulnerability issues but it all works out, din is trying so so hard
a/n: new verse ok ok ok lemme know what y'all think
"It's a nice home," you admit, eyeing the house that's been given to Din, refusing to acknowledge the way he's staring at you. Your heart aches in your chest when you think of it, of him and his son and his home. It's a stark contrast to the cold, quiet, solitary metal of your ship that you know is waiting for you. You spin around to face Din fast enough that he lurches back a fraction.
"Well," you begin, chin lifted and face resolute. "It'll be good for the two of you. Reach out if you need anything," is all you say before you move to walk past him, away from him, beyond him.
Din stops you, though, a hand across your hips to pull you back with a gentleness you shouldn't be surprised by anymore.
"It's not a home for two," he murmurs, his voice halting. Vulnerability isn't something that comes easily to either of you. "It… it doesn't have to be."
"You want me to stay?" you prompt, your voice devoid of its usual teasing lilt. Din nods, his arm tightening around your waist. You look at him pointedly. He sighs.
"Yes. I want you to stay."
"You know what that means, don't you?" You step away from him. His fingers twitch as he reels himself in, stopping himself from reaching for you. "This is… commitment. This is serious. This is different."
"My love…" Din begins, a layer of hurt seeping into his voice that makes you dig your nails into your palms. Always hurting, you think to yourself. You will always hurt him. "I understand commitment more than anything else. This is what I want… with you. With our son." Din's voice is sombre as he speaks, his words prompting you to glance at where Grogu's chasing frogs in front of his new home - in front of your new home, if you let it be.
"Your son," is what you fire back, though, the panic of having something good clouding your rationality - the fear of having something that can be taken away.
"Our son," Din corrects firmly, stepping towards you. You tense like an animal ready to bolt, but you don't run. Progress, Din supposes. "This is your family as much as it's mine. This is your home, as much as it's mine. I wouldn't say that unless I understood the severity of it."
You sigh, your shoulders dropping as your fists unclench. There's a solidness about him, a resoluteness that turns him into a fixed point for his family to lean on when they need to. He has never stumbled underneath your weight, and you think it might be unfair to expect that he suddenly will now. You look at him through his helmet and let your brows furrow as you try to gauge his reaction to your snapping, to your walls closing up. He seems to take your relaxing posture as a sort of victory, though, because he steps towards you again, reaching forward to brush his gloved fingers against yours. You let your fingers intertwine with his, holding his hand firmly enough to convince yourself that he won't disappear from in front of you - that this good thing is here to stay.
"I'm sorry," you murmur gently, letting your head thump against his shoulder. He relaxes at the feeling of you pressing your face to his neck and breathing him in, squeezing your hand gently in his while his other strokes up and down your back.
"There is nothing to forgive, my love," he assures with a softness that's reserved for you alone. "This isn't easy for either of us. What matters is that we do it together."
"Together," you mumble in agreement, nodding as you keep your face pressed against him. He huffs out what's almost a laugh, letting you take your time in extracting yourself from him. Once you're standing tall again, chin lifted and eyes regaining their confidence, he squeezes your hand once more.
"Where do we go from here?" is all Din asks, gaze fixed on you.
"Home, I suppose," is your airy response as you stare at the little house you can now call yours. Din feels his heart thump in his chest at your declaration of home, of sharing something like that with him. He breathes deeply, steadying himself against the onslaught of emotions that are thrown at him by those simple words.
"I always had a home in the covert," he says, shifting uneasily on his feet. It's rare for him to divulge anything too personal, even this far into your relationship. You look at him earnestly, the breeze settling around the two of you as you watch Grogu chase frogs out of the corner of your eye.
"Even when I was… an apostate," Din continues, "then it was about finding a way back to that home. But it was always there - always something to fall back on. You…?" He doesn't continue, just stares at you through the slit of his helmet and you know he's giving you an out. You know he won't force you to talk about your past, about where you came from or what you left behind.
"I think it was about… finding one," you say eventually. "I never - I didn't a home to fall back to. But I wanted one, even when I couldn't really admit that to myself." You turn back towards your house - your home, now. One that you would share with your family. "Didn't think I'd ever actually get one, though," you add quietly, a confession whispered so softly Din almost doesn't hear it.
"You have it now," he assures you, wrapping an arm around your waist and using his other hand to cup your cheek gently, turning you to face him so that he can press the cool beskar of his helmet against your forehead. "You're home now."
The Galactic Empire frowned upon Theelin of mixed blood, labeling them with derogatory names like "half-breed". Shug Ninx was turned away from Imperial service due to this prejudice.
Theelin performers and artists created many of the Galactic Republic's greatest works of art. The Theelin Divas, an all-female religious order, were recognized by many scholars of music as the greatest singers in the galaxy.
Because of the rarity of the Theelin, many female Theelin and part-Theelin were named "Diva" at birth, in hopes that they would develop the musical talent necessary to continue the traditions of the Diva order. Their rarity also led a Hutt named Ingoda to collect Theelin and part-Theelin slaves. Diva Funquita and the half-Human Diva Shaliqua were two of his slaves.
Many Theelins were noticeable for their sense of fashion, having mixed their hair into various extravagant hairstyles. For instance, Darth Phobos made her blue hair styled so it resembled a mane, and wore a skin-tight top and purple dress made of a strange, organic-looking cloth.
Unfortunately for the Theelin, a series of mutations arose among their species during the last years of the Galactic Republic. These mutations led to genetic incompatibilities within their species, making it impossible to produce offspring. Even attempts to continue their species by cross-breeding with Humans and other Near-Humans could not stop the Theelin slide towards extinction, due to the high infant mortality rates such couplings suffered from. They inevitably dwindled in number—only a few million Theelin and part-Theelin remained by the time the Republic fell, and pure Theelin were presumed extinct by 10 ABY. Some of their greatest works were produced in these years, however, as an epitaph for a dying people.
The original appearance of the Theelin is officially uncertain, as almost all known "Theelin" were not full-blooded specimens, but hybrids. It is possible that some aspects of these individuals' appearances were not from their Theelin genes, but from other Human or Near-Human ancestors; the differences could also be related to the very mutations that were plaguing the species. Most, however, had vividly colored hair and pale skin, sometimes with purple or reddish tones, and often mottled with colorful spots.
While the half-Human, half-Theelin outlaw tech Shug Ninx had seemingly humanoid feet but three-fingered hands, other beings of Theelin blood had human-like five-fingered hands. Similarly, Rystáll Sant, a Human/Theelin hybrid who was part of the Max Rebo Band, had six small horns on the sides of her head, these were absent from other known Theelin, except Diva Arroquitas, Latts Razzi, and Darth Phobos. Sant also had reptile-like feet with thick nails on all sides, an attribute she shared with Diva Shaliqua and Phobos, while Razzi had feet with three forward-facing toes.
On average a Theelin stands 1.6 meters or 5.3 feet tall, just slightly shorter than baseline Humans.
Theelins age at the following stages:
1 - 9 Child
10 - 16 Young Adult
17 - 39 Adult
40 - 54 Middle Age
55 - 69 Old
Examples of Names: Chass Chadic, Diva Funquita, Latts Razzi, Rystáll Sant, Gooti Terez.
Languages: The Theelin have completely integrated themselves into galactic society, and use Basic as their primary language. At a young age, many Theelin also learn Bocce to communicate with others in trade.
A/N: I had to write a sequel to Maul x pregnant! Reader headcanons
This sort of implies that the child is biologically Maul's, so he has his lower half, or at least his genitals.
Warnings: mentions of nightmares, mentions of struggling with grip on reality & derealization, ‼️personal opinions‼️
Word count: 711
Reblogs are very appreciated, since it helps my posts reach more people and motivates me to continue writing 🫶
𖹭 I headcanon that zabraks have the instinct to protect their babies by not letting anyone near them for the first week or two, so don't expect many visits, if any at all.
𖹭 Surprisingly instinctive about a lot of things. After all, nightbrothers raised male children on their own, since the nightsisters didn't care for them (at least as far as I googled).
𖹭 The child actually helps him with nightmares. He tends to struggle with his grip on reality and feeling out of his body after particularly intense ones, feeling as if he's hallucinating, and he's still on Lotho Minor. It's not that you don't ground him, you do. But a child, HIS CHILD, is something entirely else — especially since he didn't really want kids before Lotho Minor. You'll sometimes find him sitting at the crib and staring at the baby, it's little fist closed around Maul's finger. And when the child gets older, he'll slip into their bed and hug them while they sleep.
𖹭 Cries when his baby first calls him "dada". Will deny it, though.
𖹭 Does NOT use baby voice
𖹭 Loves making funny faces to make his baby laugh (only does it when he's sure no one else is looking, but his kid's laugh, especially when they're still a baby, makes his chest tighten with a pleasant feeling).
𖹭 Used to waking up often due to nightmares, so doesn't mind getting up at night when his kid(s) need it, no matter whether they're babies or even adults
𖹭 Also he DOES properly parent his kid, thank you very much. He feeds them, changes them, washes them, plays with them, the whole pack.
𖹭 Not really a helicopter parent, but very protective; especially if Sidious is still around
𖹭 Sends Spybot after them whenever they go out alone, just in case
𖹭 There WILL be murder and torture — or at least some threats — if someone hurts his kid, even just verbally
𖹭 Teaches them how to defend themselves
𖹭 He didn't have a normal childhood, so he might sometimes overestimate his kid's abilities and maturity. Why are they playing with toys? At their age, he was out killing people and getting tortured. Why are they crying over a dead ant?
𖹭 Secretly a girl dad
𖹭 His kids WILL respect you, very much so. He'll make sure of it. He'll snap very fast if they ever disrespect you in any way, shape, or form.
𖹭 His horns are perfect handles for when he puts the kid on his shoulders
𖹭 Very set on not continuing the cycle of abuse, therefore there will NEVER be any physical punishments, or mind games, for that matter
𖹭 Doesn't yell much either. Not that he NEVER does, but it's not as often as you would think
𖹭 A bit awkward sometimes, especially when it gets emotional
𖹭 Has THE death stare
𖹭 Not emasculated at all by typically "girly" activities
𖹭 And actually enjoys doing makeovers with his kid(s)
𖹭 There will be no stupid gender norms in his house. He grew up in a matriarchal society — which sucked — for a while, and then had his fair share of experiences with patriarchal societies as well — which also sucked — so he's very equal in how he treats people
𖹭 Actually, he's surprisingly progressive in general. He's the type of guy to give a whole annoyed speech about how gender is a social construct lol
𖹭 So his kids will feel supported no matter what
𖹭 Very tired and so over the teenage drama, though. Have you seen him with Devon? 😂
𖹭 Immediately takes his kid's side, no matter what
𖹭 Scared to mention what he does around his kids (running the Shadow Collective), and especially terrified to mention his past. He worries his kids will hate him for it.
𖹭 Eventually introduces them to what he does — especially since he plans on leaving the Shadow Collective to them — but does it slowly and hesitantly.
𖹭 Also really confident that his kids are great and capable, though.
𖹭 Loves to share the bed with you and your child(ren). It makes him feel safe and comfortable to know you two are safe and comfortable.
I’ve been wondering why Din seems to have had it harder than most other Mandalorians, so prepare yourselves for some evidence-based speculation…
⛔️ No signet (therefore, no clan)…
At the beginning of the show, he didn’t have a signet. So he was clanless. That means he wasn’t adopted (he says, “they raised me in the fighting corps”) because he would’ve had his adoptive clan’s signet if he had been. All he got was the mythosaur, which, as the Armorer said, “belongs to all Mandalorians”, so he belonged to the tribe but not any particular clan.
We know foundlings don’t have to be adopted because Grogu was called a foundling in seasons 1 and 2 when Din was only his caretaker. But at that stage, he’d been ordered to return the kid to his own kind, so he couldn’t adopt him. And he did eventually. So why didn’t anyone adopt Din? What was wrong with him? Why did nobody want this poor foundling in their clan? Or was there a reason they couldn’t, like with Grogu?
But also, Grogu was still considered part of Din’s clan and allowed the mudhorn signet even before the official adoption, so what in the galaxy’s name did Din do so wrong that meant he was denied the opportunity to be in any way associated with a Mandalorian clan, and was denied a clan signet all the way up to his late thirties when he had to “earn” one by battling a mudhorn??
⛔️ A lack of proper beskar…
Din also didn’t start off with a complete set of beskar armour, and while that’s not uncommon for kids (as we saw with Ragnar – beskar helmet only), it’s a little odd for adults. Din’s old cuirass and vambraces buckled easily on Arvala VII, so they must have been a poor-quality beskar alloy. We know from the beating his helmet takes from the Darktrooper that beskar should be much more robust, and he even tells the Armorer, “My armour has lost its integrity.” That wouldn’t happen if it were of acceptable quality.
But surely by the time Din had been with the Mandalorians for a few decades, he would’ve earned some better armour? They gave Grogu loads straight away! I realise beskar was thin on the ground after the Purge because the Empire had looted it all, but that happened less than a decade before the show (only five or so years if we’re to believe the timeline given in Ahsoka) when Din had already been a Mandalorian for at least twenty years. Are we meant to believe that on Concordia (the moon on which beskar was mined), they couldn’t scrounge some up, or that nobody ever died and left their beskar to be redistributed amongst the tribe??
So why didn’t Din get any decent upgrades during the two decades he spent as a Mandalorian prior to the Purge?
⛔️ No jetpack…
Most Mandalorians have jetpacks. That said, not everyone in the Children of the Watch has one, although we know they’re taught to use them as children (Din confirms he was trained “as a boy”, and we see other foundlings practising with them). However, virtually all other Mandalorians in the galaxy (through all available media) come with jetpacks, so we can assume they’re ubiquitous and that the Children of the Watch simply had a shortage. Perhaps they’re difficult to manufacture.
But why was Din never allowed to use one out of the ones they did have? Some of the covert members hanging around in the Nevarro sewers doing nothing had jetpacks, yet Din, who was seemingly the only one with a job for which a jetpack might be needed, didn’t get to use one. Why was his status so low? Was this some kind of punishment?
I suspect, in reality, the answer to these questions is “because it worked well for the progression of the story for him to earn each of these things one by one”, but I’d really like for there to be valid reasons behind it, too – something deeply meaningful in his backstory that explains all of this.
Like maybe if we discover Din did have a clan and a signet and was on his way to earning new armour and a jetpack, but then he got involved with Ran’s crew and did something idiotic (maybe the incident on Alzoc III?) that endangered the tribe, so he was ejected from his clan, stripped of his signet and had to start on the bottom rung of the ladder like a thirty-year-old foundling. (Perhaps that’s why Paz was always rude to him, called him a coward, said he’d had “disagreements” with him). And maybe they told him he could only regain his status if he worked as the tribe’s beroya to provide for them, so he joined the Bounty Guild and routinely dropped off a percentage of his credits, as we saw him do at the start, which also meant he had to live apart from the covert on his ship. Almost like a little partial exile before he was officially exiled.
Maybe this explains why he so happily lifted his helmet to drink soup in front of Grogu in season 2, even though in season 3, back in the presence of his tribe, he told Bo-Katan that you have to go off and find somewhere totally private. If he really believed that, surely he would’ve waited until the kid was asleep to have his soup. Perhaps he’s always been a bit of a rebel when he’s away from his tribe. Survivor’s guilt can manifest in many ways – perhaps Din didn’t think he deserved to be rescued, never felt like he fit in, pushed the boundaries of the faith he was inducted into due to a self-sabotaging mindset… all the while parroting the doctrine because he wanted to be worthy of it. If you think about how trauma can influence behaviour, it’s actually quite common for someone to say they want to achieve a particular goal and honestly believe it, but then subconsciously undermine their own chances of success.
And if they’ve made Din jump through hoops to redeem himself in the past, the Armorer’s directive to go and find the Living Waters doesn’t seem so outlandish anymore. How do you punish someone you’ve already dished out countless punishments to? You give them the most impossible-to-achieve task you can think of. (More fool her, he managed it!) But it also makes sense that he would jump through those hoops, even in light of his self-sabotaging actions, because it’s often the way that people only realise how desperately they need the support structure they’ve just torn down after it’s gone. That explains his seemingly incongruous doubling down on his beliefs in season 3.
I like the idea of Rebellious Din – the kid who was so profoundly scarred by losing his parents and being the sole survivor of a massacre that he embraced anger and violence and became the unruliest Mandalorian foundling they’d ever seen, never making friends or getting adopted, venturing out into the galaxy and getting himself into trouble as soon as he came of age. They hinted at it with Ran’s crew – if Mandalorians (especially Children of the Watch) are so honourable, how did Din end up with this dishonourable bunch? He definitely had a rebellious phase (‘target practice Din’), and he definitely has anger simmering below the surface (see the above GIF of him slamming his weapons cabinet closed, as well as all the times he gets snippy, which are numerous). But the show never explored it any further.
I’d love for this to be a genuine part of his past, as it would make Grogu’s influence on him even more profound if he started out so troubled. And perhaps Grogu (little troublemaker that he is) sensed Din’s unique mix of anger, heartbreak, frustration, isolation, and wilfulness, and he knew he’d found a kindred spirit.
Power born from chaos and grief. Two survivors, hidden away from the cruel world that took so much from them, angry at their losses, hiding their pain, feeling unloved.
Until they found one another, and finally, the pain and anger melted away.
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