Daisy Chains
Pairing: Din Djarin/f!Reader
Summary: You fall in love with Din in the summer before he swears his creed.
Words: 3.7k
Warnings: slightly nsfw, non descriptive sex, yes I used those gifs of young Pedro to fuel this, so expect shaggy haired puppy eyed Din who is cocky af
Notes: I wrote this in a span of 5h because my brain could not stop working, also I took some liberties with canon: Mandalorian's come of age when they're 21 in this fic, due to the severity of the creed/ the restrictions that come with it. So Reader is about 19/20 while Din is 20 :) [edit: title and one line are inspired by Lana del Rey's "Summer Bummer"]
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The first time you saw him, he was wearing a scowl, staring after the Mandalorian warrior who had given him a slap on the back of the head.
You could not help your giggle, turning away so you could laugh at the grumpy expression on his face. When you looked back, though, his gaze was on you.
Immediately straightening, you sent him the most innocent smile you could muster.
He raised an eyebrow at you, and made his way over to your stall that was filled with flowers in both pots and buckets, ready to be arranged in various possibilities.
"You see something funny?" he asked, shaking the slightly shaggy hair out of his face. Your eyes widened as you took him in, and you felt your face become hot as you realised that he was handsome as hell.
Dark brown hair that was a tad too long, a sharp face with high cheekbones, a jawline to die for, dark eyes you could lose yourself in. Not to mention his voice, like honey wrapped around every vowel and consonant, pleasant to listen to and you would do anything to keep him talking.
"No, sir," you said, and they were the only words you could manage, "nothing funny at all."
The corner of his mouth quirked up, and you could not help but be charmed by those looks, the instant way he had drawn you in, the sharp glint in his eyes.
"Is that so, flower girl?"
You felt your heart flutter in your chest, and bit your lip playfully, suddenly feeling very bold. "Yes," you breathed, tilting your face up playfully.
He scoffed slightly, and put his hands on his hips, resting his weight on one leg. You could place him as maybe one year older than you, two if you had to squint.
"Girls like you should know when to keep their eyes away," he said.
You leaned against the counter, smiling brightly, overwhelmed by the urge to get to know him better.
"The way I see it, I was just observing a spectacle."
"Uh huh?"
"What are you doing with the Mandalorians, anyways?" You asked, looking at him. Wearing something that approximated armour, a durasteel plate on his torso and some thigh plates, and a vambrace, he seemed better armed than most of the visitors of the market here.
"I'm one of them," he answered, puffing his chest out, raising his chin.
"You're not wearing a helmet," you observed, and you could not help the coy smile that crept onto your face.
"I'll swear the creed soon," he said, clenching his jaw and revealing a twitch in his cheek that almost made you swoon.
"Oh dear, that's a shame," you said, plucking a daisy from the flower pot you were selling.
"Why?" His face was set into a frown, brows pulled together, and it was honestly unfair that he was so good looking even while doing that.
"Face like yours, under a helmet? A damn shame."
His eyes widened, and he stared at you, and with delight you could see his cheeks darkening some. He opened his mouth several times as if wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
You reached over the counter, and gave him the daisy, which he accepted without taking his eyes off you.
"If you care for dancing, come and find me," you invited, and with a shy smile, you told him your name.
When he repeated it, dark eyes locked onto yours intensely, you swore you just melted a bit.
~
You did not see him for the next week, which was fine. To be honest with yourself, you did not even expect for him to remember you. The way you saw it, it was just a small interaction with a cute guy, some butterflies in your belly and a crush to think back on in the middle of the night. It did not matter that he probably forgot you.
If you gave yourself enough time, you might have completely forgotten him, too.
But apparently, the universe had other ideas.
"Flower girl," someone called from behind, "Do you need help?"
You looked up from the ground, teeth gritted together in effort from the heavy bag of soil you were carrying. When you caught sight of him, your face lit up.
"Not-A-Mandalorian-Yet!" You called out, putting the bag onto the ground as gently as you could, already moving onto giving him a hug. "Hey, how are you?"
He looked at you, startled, and with a hot face you realised you had automatically tried to embrace him like you often did.
"I'm good," he said stiffly, and you gave an embarrassed smile, stomach doing somersaults.
"Oh, Maker, I'm sorry I assumed," you started to say, hands raised to your mouth, "I do that with my friends, I'm so sorry."
He furrowed his brows and gave an equally embarrassed smile back.
"It's fine," he said, "I don't mind."
Yet clearly he did.
You stepped back from him, and bit your bottom lip nervously. "I think I'll get going," you said, fidgeting like an absolute moron and cursing yourself.
He jerked into motion.
"No, I'll- Let me help you with the bag," he said, and if you had not been too occupied with how hot your face felt at the moment, you might have noticed how he was blushing as well.
"That's nice of you," you managed to say, and barely resisted a giggle in both embarrassment and delight when he picked the bag up with no difficulty, putting it smoothly under one arm, before turning towards you and giving you a slightly crooked smile. "Where to?"
You blinked at him, a big smile on your face. "Thank you," you told him, and started into motion. He easily kept up, but did not initiate conversation like you expected.
If he won't talk, I will, you thought, and squared your shoulders in a mini pep boost.
"So, Not-A-Mandalorian-Yet," your mouth chose to say, and you inwardly started to cringe at yourself, "Do you have a name that I can call you by?"
He hesitated, and looked away while you walked, and your heart sank a bit.
"Oh, no- no, it's fine if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to-"
"It's Din," he said, "I haven't sworn the creed yet, so you can know my name."
You beamed at him, and he shyly returned your smile, his dark eyes intense and burning into you.
~
The third time you saw Din, he was on a supply run, walking past your stall with a hovering craft filled with crates. Him and three other young armoured humanoids, fellow Mandalorians, if you had to guess, were walking alongside with it. When his gaze met yours, you held up a small bundle of daisy blooms that was in your hand already, and shot him a smile. You were surprised when he smiled back, sending it alongside with a fluttery wink that made your heart skip a beat.
~
It became a game.
Everytime he came to your stand, you instantly perked up, heart beating fast in your chest, a broad smile already greeting him.
Whenever you passed each other, you smiled, fleetingly touched each other, found excuses to look into the other's eyes.
He started to greet you with "sarad", and while you were pretty sure that he was calling you something like annoying or cheeky, the gentle tone he used and the tender way he would smile at you let you know that this attraction was not as one-sided as you tried to tell yourselves sometimes.
And you were pretty sure that Mandalorians do not need to buy flowers as often as Din did.
"What does sarad mean?" you asked him once while you finished up a bouquet for another client.
He was quiet, looking at you for a long time, before: "Sarad means flower."
You stared at him, and he visibly blushed even if the rest of his face did not change.
"I like it," you said, a shy smile on your face, "Please don't stop calling me that, all right?"
He smiled brightly at you, his entire face lighting up, and you were pretty sure that if you had not been smitten before, you would have definitely fallen for him in that second.
"Okay," he said.
~
"Do you want to go dancing?" You asked him when you saw him again, this time alone, "It's the weekend soon and my friends often meet somewhere to dance."
He huffed, leaning against the stall, cutting an attractive figure against the bright light of the marketplace. It was a slow day, barely anyone coming to visit in the heat of the midday sun.
"Do I look like I dance?" Din asked, giving you a wry look.
You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"I could teach you," you offered, in a breathier tone than you would have liked. He looked at you, and you could have sworn that his eyes dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second, which made you even bolder, "We could dance alone at first."
He stared at you, jaw slightly ticking.
"I might have to take you up on that," he said, and oh, when did his voice become so deep?
"When do you want to?"
His eyes dropped to your lips again, this time for a longer moment, and when he said "Now," in that sinful voice of his, you knew that he was not talking about dancing at all.
Risking a look around, seeing the marketplace basically abandoned, most of the other vendors having taken a break, you decided that you could have a bit of fun.
"There is a bag of soil in the back, and I might need you to lift it for me," you told him, shooting Din a coy smile that became a full beam when he nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips as well, delightful dimples showing as his eyes crinkled in amusement.
He followed you without a word, and before you knew it, you were out of sight of everyone else.
"Can I-" you started to say, wanting to ask for his permission first when you turned around and looked at him, but he sneaked a hand behind your head, tilted your face towards him and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips.
You looked at him in surprise, mouth open, flush threatening to burn you alive.
"I'm sorry," he started to say, blushing furiously, "I've not kissed many people before, was it-"
Before he could say anything else, you had both of your hands cradling his face, tugging him closer to your body.
"That's all right," you said before kissing him again, this time opening your mouth and tasting him properly, feeling him reciprocate clumsily but with enthusiasm. Your lips parted with a quiet smack, and you stared into his face. His eyes were hooded and fixed onto you like he was a hunter and you were prey, a blush high on his cheeks, his lips slightly pinker than before.
"I'll teach you," you whispered, before kissing him again, tugging him even closer.
~
After that, his visits became more frequent.
~
"My alor'ad does not approve of this," Din said to you after a few more times you crossed each other's paths.
You had shown him the meadow you often went to, reading there most of the time, a small place not many people would find. The both of you were sitting in the tall grass, your fingers working on making a flower crown for Din. He did not know it was for him, yet, and he was holding his face into the sun, eyes closed as he soaked in the warmth of the summer.
You hummed, and linked your fingers into his, giving him a cheeky smile.
"My mother would not approve as well," you told him, using a long piece of grass to tie off the crown, "Always says something about finding a husband first. Would probably marry me off to the first Imperial officer she could find, to keep me out of trouble."
He opened one eye, looking at you with a smirk.
"You? A trophy wife for some cog head?"
"I would make an amazing trophy wife, thank you very much."
The young man turned onto his side, propping his head up with his hand, giving you a cocky grin.
"That you would," he said, gaze trailing along your figure, and you felt desire building in you at the heat in his eyes.
"Here, for you," you said to diffuse the tension crackling between the both of you, and presented him the wildflower crown.
Din stared at you in bewilderment, and you could not help your laugh at the offended look in his eyes.
"I'm not wearing that," he said, with a small scowl. You walked on your knees towards him, a smile threatening to split your face, and crowned him.
"I declare you king of the meadow," you said as dramatically as possible, before dissolving in a fit of giggles. You could see that he was still embarrassed, but he was grinning as well.
"I'm training to become a Mandalorian," he told you, face becoming very serious, raising his eyebrows at you and tilting his chin towards his chest, his dark eyes making you feel all sorts of butterflies, "I am very dangerous and can kill you with no hesitation."
You nodded, a mocking expression on your face, knowing deep inside that he would never harm you without reason. "That's hot."
He snorted in surprise, a loud laugh ringing through the meadow.
"I can take out a stormtrooper within twenty seconds."
You giggled, slapping his chest slightly. "So could a very determined duck. Or a Gungan!"
He attacked you, tickling fingers trailing along your side, making you shriek as you tried to get away from him.
"Take that back," Din demanded, a playful smile on his face.
"Okay, okay!" You laughed, squirming under his touch, "You're a mighty warrior."
He nodded, and raised his eyebrows at you expectantly.
"Din, are you fishing for compliments?"
He winked at you. "I might be."
You pushed at his shoulder, chuckling to yourself, before you started off.
"You can take on four men at once."
He furrowed his brows and nodded thoughtfully, lips pursed, "I like those odds."
"You can use those badass jetpacks." You pressed a small kiss onto his knuckles, desperately trying not to laugh when his gaze became self-satisfied.
"Training in the Rising Phoenix, sarad, don't you forget that."
"You can roundhouse kick a blurrg!"
Dissolving into giggles, you pressed your face into his chest, feeling it rumble with laughter as well.
The both of you cackled for several minutes straight, everytime you caught each other's gazes, starting to laugh again.
It took too long until you could breathe normally again.
"Haven't tried that yet," Din said, making you giggle.
"You're a mighty warrior, we all know that, no need to brag."
He smirked at you, the corner of his mouth twitching up. "But you know that it's not bragging if you can actually do it."
"I'm sure you can," you snorted, "But even warriors can wear flower crowns."
Din scoffed, a big grin on his face. "Is that so?"
He tried to take the crown off, but you pushed it deeper onto his head, flattening his shaggy hair against his forehead. He tried again, crunching his nose at you, a playful smile on his face, but you resisted his charm to the best of your abilities.
He quickly grabbed your shoulder and flipped you around, making you shriek with laughter as he pinned you onto the ground.
"Stop that," he said, and you could feel his belly twitch against you as he suppressed his laughter, "I'm very dangerous and I have a reputation to uphold."
"Of course, Din," you said, smiling up at him, his head eclipsing the sun in your view. Tugging at his hair, he pulled the crown down and set it onto your head.
"It suits you better," he said in a rough voice, and before you know it, he was devouring you in a searing kiss that made your toes curl, a hand on your cheek, tilting your face up to him for better access.
When he groaned your name into your mouth, you almost came on the spot.
~
You had told him to come to the meadow tonight, and you were excited beyond compare. As soon as you saw his familiar frame, tall and lanky but with deliciously broad shoulders, you made your way through the high grass, a basket in your hands.
"I brought food," you told him shyly, before spreading a picnic blanket onto the ground, flattening it carefully.
He dropped to his knees, and helped to make it more even, then put the basket right on the side so one corner would be secured by the weight.
You both took your shoes off, and after a bit of light conversation and nibbling at the various fruits you had packed, relaxed into each other.
"You know I can't do this for long, right?" Din asked, slowly tracing the side of your face with a gentle finger, his head propped up by his hand as you lay side by side under the guise of watching the stars.
You turned your head to him, and stared into his face.
"How long do we have?" you asked him, voice quiet and very small.
"Two months," he said, voice rough.
To avoid having to answer to that, you kissed him desperately, rolling on top of him, bodies flush together as you straddled his lap, feeling proof of his desire against you. Kissing your way down his neck, you were careful not to leave any marks that Din could be punished for, should the Mandalorians see them. His hands were on you, kneading your sides, pulling you close.
He sat up quickly, and took off his shirt, and with pooling desire you absorbed the sight of his toned upper body, some scars curling around his arms and one slash across his abs.
He was beautiful. And you told him that as well, watching him blush, gaze darkening.
When you looked him into the eyes in the dim starlight, he gave you a slightly nervous but determined smile. You quickly resolved to kiss every single one of the scars he might possess, leaving a trail of wet kisses on his chest, then his stomach, and then lower.
He gasped when you wrapped your lips around him, his fingers tightening in your hair.
~
It was sufficient to say that while his visits were frequent before, now they were a nightly occurrence.
~
You could not always finish your explorations of each other, sometimes your commlink blinked and your mother demanded to know where you are, but most of the time it was Din's, the covert sending out messages to several of their trainees, having them run errands. But despite all of that, you learned each other's bodies quite well anyways. Using every moment you had together, touching the other one, feeling your skin against each other, the evidence for your desire never failed to make the other one dizzy.
You learned a lot about Din during those stolen nights, and days, and little breaks whenever you could manage to sneak away.
He was just as enthusiastic kissing you on the mouth as everywhere else, which you loved. It was almost as if he was trying to absorb as much of your touch as possible, probably stocking up on touch before he will swear the creed in a few weeks.
As much as you wished that he would choose you over his tribe, you know he would not. It was too important to him.
So you took everything he had to offer you now, and made the best of it.
You made love under the stars so many times you had lost count, hiding a smile every time you felt the dull ache he left behind, and with Din's passion, you had never been so grateful before that you had the implant.
And it was so unfair, as well, for he had the face of an angel but his voice was sinful, making your head spin in the best of ways. Letting him in your life and between your legs was one of the best things that could have happened to you, even though time was working against you.
Din always let his mouth run while you were warming his ears with your thighs, while he was deep inside you, murmuring against your neck, while his fingers were buried in you, or in your hair as you looked up into his dark eyes, winking as you swirled your tongue around him.
He never seemed to be able to shut up while you were around him, on him, under him, and it was as if he tried to make up for lost time already.
You pretended that you do not cry yourself to sleep because of his creed sometimes.
~
"I'll be of age in the fall," he told you again when you were hiding in the back of the stall on another slow day with almost no customers. You were on his lap, both of you with flushed faces and heaving chests after you spend several minutes simply making out, hearts fluttering fast in your chests. "I can't stay for long."
Even as your heart broke at hearing that, you decided that, once again, it was a problem for future-you.
"Then we'll make the best of it," you said before capturing his lips again, making him groan deep in his throat.
"You're so pretty," he whispered, his big hands resting on your waist, pulling your bodies close together, his dark eyes burning into you, the shaggy fringe falling into his eyes softening his face, "So, so pretty."
"Even when I'm making you flower crowns?" you teased.
"Especially when you're doing that," he whispered, and you pushed his fringe away from his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Din," you murmured his name, looking at him tenderly.
"You've wrapped me up in your daisy chains, sarad."
Heart clenching at the genuine affection in his voice, you kissed him to shut him up, feeling him smile against you, knowing that your days together were coming to an end.
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Thank you for reading!
Huge thanks at both @mndalorians for listening to me ramble late at night and being amazing, and @teaofpeach for being the beta of this fic, looking over this and constantly encouraging and enabling me. I love you❤
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