#dincember fic

[the-mandawhor1an]

Dincember week 2

Notes: we continue week 1's story. We get a lil fluffy action this time around. Reader still has no physical descriptions. Comments and reblogs are very appreciated. - not beta'd

graphic and challenge credit: @dindjarindiaries as per usual. still love you, Sunny

Hot cocoa / Sweater / Scarf

It was some time later. A nap in the little incubator you had built yourself until your numb limbs had effectively unswelled and regained sensation was all you needed. After a similarly hot shower and a change of clothes, you climbed up to reunite with the bounty hunter you traveled with. Din was back in his getup and yet again you wondered how it was comfortable to sit in that hunk of armor. 

Comfortable silence hung over the two of you, traveling in the vast nothingness of space to meet with the same person who had given you this bounty in the first place. Despite the downpour and the strong winds, you had been successful and were out for the reward, now. Returning to the somewhat warm planet, the two of you made your way back to collect your reward, far from rain and wind. 

Your reward was enough so you could take things slower for a few days, but the prospect of an even bigger reward meant you’d be off this planet quickly, trying to fit another gig in before exhaustion took over and you really needed a break. “So, what can we expect from the next target?” you asked Din, looking towards the reflective helmet. 

His response was short. 

“Trouble.” 

“How fun.” 

“Over there it’s winter,” he let you know. He didn’t have to say anything further, the sensation of cold already crept up your back again. “Rain winter or ice winter?” “Ice.” A sigh escaped your lips. Hunting in a more temperate environment would've been nice for a change. A little cold wasn't anything you couldn't deal with, though. Besides, Din could warm you up this time around. “Then I’m getting something warmer to wear.” Din nodded, knowing you could fend for yourself for a little while and he could go after what he needed to buy. “Fine. I’ll get supplies.” He usually meant supplies for his weapons, an occasional dose of bacta if he deemed it necessary. For all the other supplies, he would need your mental inventory list, which mostly consisted of water, nutri bars, bandages and some preserved instant meals. You could get these after getting yourself something to fend off the cold.

The memory of his warm hands rubbing your skin lingered in the back of your mind while you were looking at the shops around you. Your fingers rubbed against one another to mimic what his hands felt like, ultimately failing to replicate the gentle, warm touch. 

Your choice ultimately fell upon a scarf that just so happened to have the same color as your eyes. With the scarf, a small first aid kit and more nutri bars in tow you made it back to the Crest, where Din already waited. Keeping to yourself, putting away the bars and rearranging your med kit, you had the scarf loosely around your neck, one end hanging down in front, the other end in the back. Quietly humming to yourself, you checked the bacta and the bandages, when you felt a soft tug on the scarf. How Din had snuck up on you was a mystery, but maybe you had just gotten so used to the sound of his boots that you could filter them out. 

“It’s pretty,” Din said when you turned towards him, the one end still in his gloved fingers. “I though I’d gear up before we get surprised by a blizzard. I still remember the rain like it was yesterday … because it was.” There was a chuckle underneath the helmet – one you’ve heard time and time again, yet it never ceased to make you smile. “Think that’s enough to save you from hypothermia?” Gently you pull the scarf from his grip, wrapping it around your neck again and again until the lower half of your face was practically buried in soft knit. “As long as ice doesn’t turn into rain. I’ll be fine,” you mumbled into the softness, already feeling how warm your face was turning. You’d be fine. 

Finger by finger, Din pulled one of his gloves off to touch the knit for real this time, feeling how soft it actually was. With his index he pushed the fabric down just enough so he could take your chin in between thumb and index, rotating your face towards him. “It matches your eyes,” he said. Another brilliant observation. Maybe he hadn’t realized before, you were inside his ship in low lighting, after all. Your head moves in a soft nod, not daring to move too much so his hand would become detached. “That’s why I bought it.” 

Much to your disapproval the fingers still detached from your chin, but you didn’t protest. Especially not now that you saw him taking one of the loops to pull it up, over your eyes. Feeling him approach and pin you against the wall behind you, you didn’t say anything. Heat rushed to your face and you felt your heart beat quicken. You just let it happen, only let out a noise when the scarf tightened around your eyes, not enough to hurt you but just tight enough it wouldn’t fall off. “What–” “Shhh…” Din held it in place, you assumed. Not sure what to make of it, you waited. 

It was dark around you, little rustles and movements your brain tried to put into context. Only when you felt something touch your face, you jolted back a little – a breath. Assuming this meant he took the helmet off, your heart started racing. A soft nudge of his nose against yours meant he was coming closer, and the helmet was indeed off. His breath was so hot against your skin. “No,” you whispered, your body betraying you by leaning in. It wasn’t like you weren’t into this. Maybe you were just a little too shy to admit you had a thing for your companion. 

His lips were soft, almost velvety, when they kissed you. Din leaned in more, pinning you against the wall a little harder when he felt your body give into him. His breath was heavier, seemingly enjoying this a little too much himself. You almost felt like protesting when he pulled back to speak to you again. “I’ll make sure you’ll stay warm this time, promise.”

[the-mandawhor1an]

Dincember 2025 week 1

Notes: There we go, my first entry for Dincember 2025! Weekly prompts sound within the realm of manageable for me right now, so I decided to participate this time around. I want to make this a little series. Reader is able-bodied, no indication of gender, features(hairstyle, eye color etc) or skin color mentioned. If anything slipped my watchful eye that makes it non-inclusive, please let me know!

credit to @dindjarindiaries for hosting Dincember and coming up with the prompt list. Love you, Sunny

Snow / Cold / Gloves

You were a weird team. A Mandalorian and a human, a bounty hunter and his sidekick, as you were often lovingly referred to. You had met a while ago, ultimately deciding to travel with him for a while, finding your place in the universe. He didn’t mind having you around, even if it took some getting used to. To support Din and pay him back for taking you with him, you did what you could, and Din was, for the most part, very appreciative of the help. There was an occasional clash when you misplaced items he often used and kept within reach, but this was something you could get used to once you knew which he needed on the regular. You kept his ship clean, managed inventory, and made sure to not be in the way when he was around. In fact, the two of you had become so in tune, you knew how the other moved, effortlessly maneuvering around one another. 

On jobs Din, of course, did most of the work, but this time you accompanied him, only to end up in a rain shower so heavy, you were soaked within the blink of an eye. It was as if the clouds had opened the flood gates specifically in the location you two had been, masses of water crashing down in large droplets, heavy and cold. By the time you had made it back to his ship, the Razor Crest, your clothes had easily doubled in mass, sticking to your skin like shrink wrap. The job was done, and so were you. Even Din seemed to struggle with the sudden downpour, his movements not as effortless as they usually were. 

The rain alone wouldn’t have been a bother to either of you for long – the wind that came with the shower, however, meant you had been losing heat quickly. If Din’s suit or armor had any heating, you weren’t so sure. There was no obvious sign he was as cold as you were. 

The ship had closed its door, leaving you and Din in soaking wet clothes down by the cargo area. “You’re cold.” Sometimes it was astounding how profound his observations were. In a way, it was endearing. “How do you know?” you replied, taking a look at him. He pointed towards the visor on his helmet, unsure if you had been joking. “Thermal camera.” Well, you could’ve figured. Both feet and hands felt a little numb, yet somehow swollen, so he wasn’t wrong, to be fair. It wasn’t like you were on the verge of hypothermia, though. Right?

He continued. “You should get these clothes off. You lose more heat while you're wet.” Another brilliant observation. While he rummaged through one of the large metal boxes of spare clothes, you unzipped your jacket, the item falling to the floor with a squelch. Somehow, it was even worse with the jacket off, but Din handed over a blanket. “Here. I’ll be upstairs getting the ship into orbit.” 

Just as he gave you privacy, you stripped down further, down to your underwear – which still was wet, but you figured you could allow yourself some dignity underneath the blanket. There was no proper privacy when you had no room to yourself, but Din gave you the most room to yourself he could, when he could. Wrapped into the surprisingly soft fabric that faintly smelled of his soap, you held onto the blanket with one hand, maneuvering the pile of wet clothes with the other to hang them on lines across the cargo area so it could dry. While you were busy down here, you heard the thud of similarly heavy, wet fabric hitting the floor in the cockpit, an occasional clank of beskar. Still busy with hanging your stuff to dry, you heard Din coming down the ladder again. Not sure what to expect, you only turned your head to face him when he spoke to you. It was a strange sight. Din, in a dry shirt and dry pants, the helmet on, but relatively naked for how he usually walked around. His arms were thick, muscular, and covered in scars. His voice was a little softer now. “Better?” You shrugged, dropping your pants in the process. A defeated sigh escaped your lips, looking at the pants as if they had jumped to escape your grip. “Still cold.” 

“Figured, you’re shivering.” You grabbed the pants from the floor. “I just need time.” He took them from you, his hand touching yours. Din’s body heat took you by surprise. For just a moment, your eyes widened enough for him to notice. “What?” “Never seen you without the suit like this,” you explained, avoiding the truth, but somehow making it even worse. Now Din assumed you were staring at his body. “Yeah… well. I was cold too.” “You don’t feel cold, though.” 

His helmet dipped ever so gently, looking at the hand currently out of the blanket – the one you used to hang your clothes – the one that was basically numb to your wrist. Without any hesitation, he took hold of said hand, his warmth feeling almost hot against your skin. “Can you even feel your fingers?” Concern filled his voice as he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, the other closed around your fingers. You watch him do so, eyes glued to the movements of his fingers. “Barely.” 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t felt each other before. Whenever either of you got hurt, the other took care of it. Most times were just simple cuts you sustained from working in and around the ship, but this touch felt different. Admittedly, it felt better when it wasn’t a necessity but rather a want. Din didn’t have to touch you – but he did. 

He let go after what felt like forever, your hand tingling in the places where he had touched. Still, the hand disappeared underneath the blanket again. “If you’re not heating up quick enough, you can lie down on the bed and crank up the heating. I’ll be in the cockpit.” 

You nodded. Even if your current state was bearable, a warm, cozy little bed to heat up in sounded inviting. “Will do, thanks.” 

Din was already back by the ladder when he murmured. “It’s nothing.” He left it at that, but the sensation of his hands on yours lingered for longer than it had taken your body to warm up, in fact. 

[the-mandawhor1an]

Dincember week 3

Notes: We continue the story of Din and reader some time later. This one is a little whumpy. - not beta'd

graphic and challenge credit: @/dindjarindiaries as per usual

Gift / Lights / Boots

Time has passed since this companionship with Din had turned into more. One fateful decision of his that turned it all around. Had Din not taken initiative to kiss you, where would you be now? Maybe still around him – you were a good team after all – or perhaps somewhere else entirely, thinking back fondly to all the adventures you had been on. You would've missed so much.

Adventures and memories that Din wouldn't have shared with anyone. 

The biggest adventure of all turned out to be a small child, a bounty you had given to the remnants of the Empire, only for both Din and you to realize you had grown attached to the innocent green bean. 

The subsequent rescue of said child caused the downfall of Nevarro's Mandalorian hideaway, Din's brothers and sisters helping with taking the child back. Then, there was back and forth. The Empire, naturally, wanting ‘their’ child back, and you, naturally, not giving him back, as he never had been theirs to begin with. But the child couldn't stay. A conflict grew in Din and soon enough, it spread over to you. The child was gifted, he had shown it time and time again, and neither of you were fit to teach him how to finesse his powers. 

So you started looking for a Jedi, found a lot of allies on the way there. You lost the Razor Crest. And just in the moment where it all seemed hopeless – barricaded on the bridge of an Imperial cruiser – a Jedi came to your rescue. He took the child in, Grogu. The little annoyance would learn to be a Jedi, even if it meant leaving the two of you behind. 

The ones who had developed a bond with him. 

His parents. 

The farewell hit you harder than Din at first. He pretended he was tougher than you, and you tried to not mention Grogu too much. There were weak moments where you found yourself wondering if Luke was actually taking care of the little one properly, or if the blonde man was training the child day in day out, exhausting the small body to 'toughen him up'. You'd apologize to Din, who had ultimately decided to trust Luke and give Grogu away. You didn't want to insult his judgement of the situation nor question his choice. 

Still, things were different now that Grogu was gone, but not everything was negative. Din had revealed his face. Once on Morak, and once again when he said farewell to Grogu. Where you had a vague imagination of what your partner looked like before, you now had an image, a rather attractive one at that.

Knowing what Din looked like was a minor consolation. Despite it making no difference any more, Din still only took the helmet off when it was dark, and when you were alone. Sometimes he'd lie on your chest bare-faced and listen to your heart beat, sometimes you laid on him, face buried in the crook of his neck, his fingers drawing shapes on your back. There was no pressure for him to show himself now that he had broken the rule. You gave him time to figure out if he wanted to show himself more, or if he wanted stability in one aspect of his life, at least.

Things were about to change again, you could just feel it. Situated within a cantina on the ringworld Glavis, Din had asked you to stay here while he met with the armorer, the leader of his tribe. The bounty contract over here had been successful and you were glad you got a break. Din however – he wanted to keep moving, to meet with his people – for what ever. Not sure this was a good idea, you asked him once if he was sure he wanted to go there. Din insisted, so you stayed behind, hoping the other Mandalorians weren’t too hard on him, given he had technically broken the rules. Would they make an exception as he had done it for a child? 

His return was long awaited, the artificial light source had already passed the cantina, leaving you with the atmosphere of night time. Your caf had gone cold, but that was the least of your worries. Din’s posture told you enough, he didn’t have to say anything. As soon as he sat down, he slumped into himself, the helmet dropping forward. You noticed the spear was gone, but didn’t ask about that. Maybe he had handed it over. Taking one of his hands, you waited for the visor to face you. “Wanna talk about it?” The shake of his head was barely noticeable, he squeezed your hand gently. “Okay,” you said a little softer. 

Din fumbled in one of his belt pouches to reveal a necklace. Similarly to the one he had given Grogu, only a mudhorn skull rather than the mythosaur. He dropped it into your hand when you offered it, palm up. “You’re all I have left,” he mumbled, the shaky tone of voice almost broke your heart. “Grogu is gone, my ship destroyed, even my tribe abandoned me.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, letting go of him to put on the necklace. The beskar was cold, but you would wear this signet with pride. You’d stay with him, through thick and thin. The bad times – which arguably were now – and the good times to come. “Thank you, Din.” “No, thank you.” 

“I think we should take a break – a vacation to get your mind off of things. No bounties for a bit. Just you and I. We got enough credits.” You offered an out for him. Din needed rest and time to process all of what transpired. You knew it and so did he. With a heavy sigh he agreed, and you’d be off this planet soon. 

[the-mandawhor1an]

Dincember week 4

Notes: Merry Christmas! I'm posting this a little earlier (so I have time to maybe get week 5 posted by new years eve (no promises there but I have enjoyed writing this a lot!). This is basically just domestic fluff as the title suggests. The helmet comes off, Din is a sweetheart, allusions to sex. Reader is still a blank canvas, Din is still a sweetheart; this story is still unbeta'd

One instance of 'cyar'ika' used – means 'darling' or 'favourite'.

graphic and challenge credit: @/dindjarindiaries as per usual

Home / Warmth / Ribbon

Your destination of choice turned out to be Naboo. You settled for this as you wanted to replicate the peace and quiet you had experienced on Sorgan. Sure, you could have gone back, but all of the memories there included Grogu, who you were trying to avoid thinking about. Of course you were hoping the little guy was doing fine with Skywalker, but for the sake of Din’s mental state you wanted him to get some distance from it all. It felt like abandoning your child, but this was for the best for all of you. Grogu would forever be part of the clan, but his path was a different one to the one you and Din were on.

Being close to water wasn’t the worst idea, the ever distant sound of crashing waves granting white noise to drown out the doubts, so you ended up on the planet in the mid rim that had plenty of lakes and ocean to get your minds off of everything. In a small cabin just outside the lake country, you and Din found refuge. You took care of yourselves, going to shop for groceries in Theed to then spend your days and nights in this remote little location, where it was just Din and you. 

It was something he had to get used to at first. Staying in one place was against his nomadic nature, but no one bothered you out here. No bounty hunters, no Empire, not even the other Mandalorians. Not even anyone who was after the darksaber – there was no need to run. 

After just one night in the gigantic bed, it was like your partner had been exchanged. Gone were the complaints about his tense shoulders or aching back. Maker, after only two days he didn’t even bother to put the armor on if you only stayed in. It became apparent that Din became domestic, flourishing in his position as a husband, even if you weren’t married – yet. 

It felt like a dream, a vacation you never wanted to end. Neither did Din. 

The helmet came off, even if it meant you could possibly see him, yet it hadn't happened. Tired of hiding himself from you, he gathered his courage and stepped out of the bedroom one morning, his hair disheveled, beard longer and unkept, only in shorts. With your back turned towards him, you made breakfast for the both of you, humming when two arms wrapped around you from behind. “Morning,” you chirped his way, frozen when you felt his face against the back of your neck. “Morning, darling,” he replied, peppering kisses along the nape of your neck. Your skin bumped up instantly, the sensation of his beard tickling your skin just right.

“Need to apologize for something?” you teased, insinuating there had to be a special reason for the bucket to stay off in broad daylight. Also, you were somewhat nervous, not sure what to make of this. Was Din just done with hiding himself, or had he forgotten to put the helmet on? “Keeping you up all night,” he returned, making you chuckle. A little relief settled in. 

“I accept your apology, handsome.” You placed both hands on his arms, biting your lip for just a second. You wanted to give him a chance to make up his mind, just to be sure he really wanted this. Sure, you had seen him before, but he had taken the helmet off for Grogu – now it was for you specifically. “Is it okay if I turn around?” He pulled back just a bit, one arm letting go of you, the other guiding you to turn to face him. 

Dark brown eyes stared deep into your soul, soft, but insecure. His hair stood from his head in all directions, soft curls intervowen with silver threads. With one hand you cupped his cheek, while the other wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. “What’s on your mind?” you asked him, quietly, worried the change of his demeanor had been a symptom for something you had overlooked. “That I’m the luckiest fool in the galaxy,” he replied with a soft grin, earning a kiss. You told him with a grin “I’m the lucky one, smooth talker.” Forehead against forehead, eyes closed, you stood there, the kitchen counter behind you, Din in front. “Thank you, darling. I really needed a change of scenery,” he mumbled, his hand rubbing your back, making you hum. “You’re welcome. Does that mean you’re about to tell me you want to leave?” 

Instead of replying, he gave you a kiss. And another, and another. Fearing this actually was a farewell of sorts you almost wanted to stop him, but ultimately had to give in. When it came to Din, you were hopelessly in love. Din’s grasp around you became firmer, a little moan escaped you when you felt his tongue hit your lower lip. It seemed like he was more interested in continuing what he had done last night rather than telling you. You already felt him strain against his shorts when he finally allowed you to catch your breath. 

“I’ve thought about staying here,” he confessed, still peppering kisses along the side of your face and neck. “Want to find out how much longer we can rent this out?” you offered, not daring to move while you felt his lips all over you. The cabin would surely be booked some time in the future. It was so quiet and cozy out here, perfect for what you and Din had needed after all the chaos of the last months – there had to be other people that appreciated this scenery. Would you even find a place like this small cabin again? 

Now it was Din who hummed against your skin, nibbling on the soft skin of your neck, debating whether or not to give you a hickey right on top of your pulse point. “Don’t need to. I bought it already.” 

You thought you misheard, a little intoxicated by the sensation of his teeth on your neck. “What? You – when?” He let go, offering an apologetic look when your eyes met his. “When you were sleeping. Wanted to surprise you.”

“Yeah, well, I am surprised.”

“You wanted to talk about this first,” he assumed, and he was right.

But … did it matter, now that he apparently owned the small paradise you had made yourselves? 

“You really are the luckiest fool in the galaxy, Din Djarin.” Your voice sounded serious, but the both of you knew you weren’t mad. All things considered, he had done the thing you heart desired before you could even say it aloud. “But you’ll run the next big purchase by me, deal?” With a grin on both of yours faces, Din nodded. “Deal.” 

Despite already being somewhat in a hug, he pulled you in with both arms, nestling his face into you. “Welcome home, cyar’ika.” 

Home. 

Was it really home when one clan member was still missing? 

[the-mandawhor1an]

Dincember week 5

Notes: well well well, I'm only a day late. December has ended and we welcome 2026! Happy new year guys! I had a lot of fun working on something that isn't a behemoth of a project. Not sure I can say I work too well with only a week to go for each prompt but maybe not every fic I write has to be a 12k word chapter. Sometimes we have to appreciate the small things || We end the story of Din and reader, giving them the happy end they deserve. One use of Mando'a, translation is right at the end of the chapter. unbeta'd as usual

graphic and challenge credit: @/dindjarindiaries as per usual

Family / Holiday / Love

Your life was a dream ever since Din had confessed he had bought the cabin you had stayed in. Something about knowing this was now your home made you ease more into the domesticity of it all. Some days you were up first, making breakfast for you and your husband, other days he got up before you, allowing you to sleep in just a little longer. You had built a little landing stage by the lake closest to your house, a platform made of wood where you could sit with Din to watch the sunset, or where you could dry up after taking a dip in the crystal clear water. 

Life really had slowed down since you touched foot on Naboo, and it was safe to say that both you and Din were thoroughly enjoying it. The armor was collecting dust, as was the helmet, only ever in use when you went out shopping. His beard grew longer – sparse and with some slivers of silver. He had told you he was starting to resemble his dad. Din hadn’t really spoken much about home or his parents before, it only came up now that you had a house and a little garden you tended to. Everything felt more homely and it seemed it awoke something in him he had long buried deep within his subconscious. It warmed your heart to see him connect with the childhood he had lost.

More than once the plants drove him mad, seemingly on the verge of death whenever he dared to do anything. In the end you had always managed to salvage the situation and save your veggies, but it had become a bit of a running gag that he just didn’t have a green thumb at all. 

Things were almost perfect. On occasion you still talked about Grogu and hoping the little one was doing good with his new master, but it was hard to keep your thoughts at that. Now that you had a place of your own, you could’ve taken care of him. Both of you missed him and the doubts about letting him go remained a dull echo in the back of your mind, and in Din’s, you were sure of it. Still, it was for the best if Grogu got the training he needed to control his powers. Neither Din nor you were fit to make a Jedi out of him. You found consolation in each other’s arms, both feeling the same pain and picking each other up when it seemed to drag you down too much. There were good days, and some bad days. 

Today started off … strange. Din had been up early and when you came to the kitchen to greet him and have breakfast, he was already geared up. The sight had become unusual, seeing him in his whole getup. It was almost like he’d given you the cold shoulder. “Any reason you’re geared up?” There was a nod and a sigh, offering his hand so you could take it. He pulled you into a hug – which you would’ve preferred without the armor and layers upon layers of fabric separating you. “Peli has contacted me. It sounded serious. She’s arriving later today, I’m meeting with her in Theed.” He made it sound so final – offering no option to protest. It wasn’t that you weren’t okay with him leaving, it was more the fact he wanted to go on his own that irritated you a little. “You sure you can handle Peli on your own?” you asked, finger tips trailing along the the edges of his helmet. 

“I will.” 

“I don’t like this. You’re never this secretive.” Your voice radiated concern, brows furrowed and your eyes trying to find his behind the black visor. 

And just like that, the helmet came off again. Din looked at you, eyes dark and big, apologetic. He looked like a wet puppy and you hated that he could melt you just like that. “She didn’t tell me what it is, she just said she needed my help. I can handle this, you don’t need to come with me.” He leaned in, nuzzling his face against yours, unsure if you were convinced, yet. He continued. “You can come with me if it makes you feel better. I thought you’d enjoy some alone time.” And while you were contemplating what to do, he peppered your face with kisses. So, so many of them. 

Sometimes you wanted to curse him for being able to convince you so easily. Ultimately, you sighed, melting into his touch, eyes closed and humming in approval. “Fine. But if this turns out to be a surprise purchase of a Razor Crest because she found one, you’ll call me beforehand.” 

It was within the realm of possibility that Peli would come here just to show Din that she had gotten him a new baby. The Crest was dearly missed and so far you hadn’t heard anything from the mechanic with regards to a new ship. Sure, you had another one, but it was far smaller and less practical than the old gunship had been. Sentimental value also played a huge part in this – for the both of you. The Crest was where you had your first kiss, where you fell in love.

After more than one goodbye-kiss and the promise he wouldn’t impulse-buy anything, Din left your home to meet with the mechanic. You doubted it would take all day for him to deal with whatever Peli wanted help with, but you wouldn’t worry about him until nightfall. If there was anything important, he’d contact you. So you spent your day on your own – tended to the garden, took a long shower, and finally finished the book you had been meaning to – your husband had actively distracted you from reading any time you picked up the book because ‘you looked so hot when you were focused on something.’ Would the honeymoon phase ever end with the two of you?

Just when you had finished making food for yourself, you heard the same commotion you’d always hear when Din was outside. Heavy footsteps right outside, the hiss of the door and he entered. Looking up, he was hiding something from your view, shoulders somewhat tense, his back towards you. “What are you hiding there, Djarin?” Your voice startled him, but before he could make any sound, someone else made their presence known. Just above Din’s shoulder, a small green forehead appeared, gigantic brown eyes looking towards you. In an instant, you were up on your feet, walking over to Din – and Grogu, it looked like. 

Not even asking for permission, you took the small child from Din’s arms, hugging him tightly. “Hey little guy, we’ve missed you.” The child reciprocated the hug, small hands grabbing your face to smush himself into it. “I take it Peli didn’t tell you that she was bringing Grogu?” You looked over to your husband, who was slowly taking his helmet off. He looked on the verge of tears the same way he had been when he had to tell the child goodbye. They were tears of joy, the same you you felt as well, but it was torturous to see him like that. You offered one of your arms for your husband to hug you and be close to Grogu as well, his face nuzzling against yours, too. “I should have known she was behaving weirdly,” he mumbled against your skin, eyes closed, marinating in the feeling of being whole again. “Doesn’t matter. Grogu is back with us and staying.” As if you had to say it – Din wouldn’t give his child away. He wouldn’t do the same mistake another time. The little one looked up at you, eyes a little glossy. Did he know how happy you were to see him again? “We’re never letting you go again. Mhi kar'tayli gai sa'ad, Grogu. You’re part of this family. Always were and always will.”  

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Mhi kar'tayli gai sa'ad – We know (your) name as (our) child – Mandalorian adoption vow (modified, actual Mando’a linguists are free to bonk me if this is wrong. The website I usually use had kyr’tayl as the verb which means “to hold in death” and is not even conjugated properly … yeah idk)