#dyn djarin

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My absolute favorite parts of this standee at the theatre (went to see Iron Lung) and when I walked out after the movie the Imperial March was playing

Giving us a taste of some Bootylorian ⬇️

Giving us a taste of some Bootylorian

[coffebits]

They’re so cool I-

[sh00kspeared]

I wonder if Pedro Pascal ever pulls ridiculous faces underneath his Mando helmet while he’s filming just because he can

[s3nti3n7]

all i’m saying is that my sci-fi teacher is the coolest 40 something year old fan of star wars i know because he jokes along with me about the franchise

[galactic-fanatic]

The Mandalorian: End Credits Visuals

Season 1 Chapter 4 - Sanctuary

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You and Your Mandalorian

The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Prompt: Your Mandalorian finally keeps his end up of the promise he made you before he went on his journey to return the kid to his people.

Word Count: 1590

Reader: Female

Warning: uh, I wrote this when the show ended and its been sitting in my google docs ever since. I was too nervous to post but like why not post now, I have nothing to lose :p

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The muscles in your cheeks are starting to twitch as you force out another laugh at Kneeper’s joke. He was the farmer’s son next door and he always insisted to walk you home when you went to the market later than usual, saying how “a pretty lady like yourself might wander into trouble”. It was more likely you would be the one causing trouble but you weren’t about to tell him that. 

But, fearing to be impolite or not grateful, you didn’t dare to say no to him. You were still quite new to this small town and you weren’t about to make a bad name for yourself in the tightly sewn neighborhood. You had a complicated past and the last thing you needed was your name being spread throughout the town. 

It was easy to lay low as you lived away from the town market, only two other homes nearby. You didn’t speak much to the neighbors, only a few conversations here and there. The most social interaction you had was at the meals the mothers invited you to when their husbands were out every seventh night.

The families were nice, don’t mistake that. They helped you move into the small cottage at the end of the crop fields, the daughters dropped out fresh eggs and baked goods every morning, and they never tried to push to know why you appeared out of nowhere. The only issue was their traditions and beliefs were a bit old fashioned for your taste.

“... well, this is my stop.” You announce, stopping a few feet from the entrance of your home. “I appreciate the company, Kneeper. Tell your parents, again, thank you for the bread.” He nods at you, a sheepish smile on his face. When he doesn’t move to leave, you shift awkwardly.

The blonde takes in a shaky breath, “Appreciate it enough to invite me in?” He looks at you through the brim of his broad straw hat. You open your mouth and close it, a small blush appearing on your cheeks at his forwardness.

“Kneep,” You let out a sigh and adjust the basket resting on the crook of your arm. “I would love to but it— it’s getting quite late. I still need to tidy up and get ready to turn in for the night.” He hangs his head in rejection but nods otherwise.

“I understand…” He digs his hands into the pockets of his pants, “Maybe another time then?” He hopes, you let out a chuckle at his determination.

You move to continue down the path that leads to your front door, calling back to him over your shoulder, “We’ll see.” And with that empty promise, he departs to his own home.

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Making your way through the living room, you enter the small kitchen. You set down the basket full of groceries with a sigh. Kneeper has been trying to get a date from you since his mother started making friends with you. It was flattering, of course, but you were not interested at all. It would be a few more years till you considered it, honestly.

Turning on some music on the player you were gifted, you start to put away your groceries while putting on a little dance. The mundane activity is ever so exciting for you. In your past bounty hunting life, you never had the luxury of keeping fresh food. Too busy to make a meal and when you did have time, it was already wilted and expired so this luxury was something you never got tired of.

A deep chuckle interrupts your domestic bliss. The strange sound sends your whole body into autopilot. Grabbing the knife from the block on the counter, you don’t even think twice when you turn and throw it towards the intruder.

It hits the wall behind them and you go to charge. They don’t fight back as you pin them against the wall, an arm across their chest to hold them back and your other hand on the knife above them.

It was a man, one you’ve never seen before but the way his armor presses against you feels familiar. He has short, messy brown hair that matches his soft brown eyes. He’s taller than you, broader as well. It would appear to be easy for him to take you down on size alone but he doesn’t move. “Who are you?”

“Cyar’ika…” The man whispers out, his eyes searching your face. It sounds familiar, the name being played on repeat in your head every time you try to go to bed. You know that voice but not the face, “It’s me, cyar’ika, it’s—“

“Din,” You breathe out, relaxing your arm on him. Your eyes bounce around on his face, taking in his features. The only time he’s had the helmet off was in the dark and now it’s in the soft light of solar lamps that show his face. You can’t hold back the you raise a hand to his cheek, he immediately leans into the touch. You’ve dreamt of this day before. “Where’s the helmet?”

“I took it off.” He announces, eyes closed. “Grogu was too important.”

“Grogu?”

“The kid. That’s his name.” He corrects, a slight strain to his voice. You know not to push as it appears that the little green guy is not here with him. He also promised when you left, that he would only come find you when he was done with his mission. His mission of returning the child to his people.

Nothing is said as you remove yourself from the Mandalorian. His eyes snap open at the sudden loss of contact, sending you a confused look. You give him a tight-lipped smile and grab his hand.

You lead him towards the other side of your cottage where your bedroom is located. Assuming he has had a rough few days just by his appearance, you decided a nice rest would be much deserved.

As you slowly help Din out of his armor, you get transported back to your time spent together on the Razor Crest. He watches as you carefully unlatch the beskar from his body, setting it in a neat pile on the floor of your closet. You check over him just as you did before, making sure he doesn’t have any injuries.

“I’m fine, cyar’ika.” Din assures, grabbing your forearms as you go to check his ribs for the second time. You nod and slowly try to detach yourself from him but he stops you. 

The way his gloveless hand feels against your cheek freezes you on the spot. It’s been too long since you’ve been visited by your Mandalorian. Now he comes back helmetless and you can see the damage the journey before has done to him in his eyes.

“Have your eyes always been this expressive?” You ask with a soft tone causing a small smile to appear on his face.

He shrugs in response. The two of you fall into silence after that. Din was too busy recommitting your features to his mind; your hair was much longer and there were more freckles that littered your faces due to the much time you spent outside. You were too invested in memorizing his face; his short brown hair that matches his brown eyes, his sharp nose, everything.

Din then pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “I missed you.” He whispers, afraid to break the moment. You lean up with a smile and press a chaste kiss to his nose.

“I missed you too.” You giggle out as his nose scrunches up. Not being able to hold back your excitement anymore, you burrow your face into his chest and wrap your arms around him. “Did you know that you are very pretty?”

You almost melt at the little chuckle that slips past Din’s lips and the slight blush that appears on his cheeks. “Thank you, mesh’la.” He says in a low voice and hugs you to his body. 

You’ve both craved this moment since you left him on the Razor Crest. The life getting too hard for you as you grew older and he understood your need for retirement. He felt the same at the time, wanting nothing more to run away with you and the kid but he knew that wasn’t the fair thing to do. But, now that the kid was with his people, he could finally start the life he promised you.

“How long are you staying?” You manage to get out, fearing that this was just a stop before he took another voyage. He removes his chin from the top of your head and pulls back to look at you. He lets out a sigh and you feel him tense underneath your fingers. Fearing his answer, you burrow your face further into his chest as the tears start to build up in your eyes.

“Hey, hey.” He gently guides your head back to look up at him. He sees your cheeks slowly becoming red, a pout formed on your lips as you try not to let him see you break down in front of him. “I’m not going anywhere.” He confesses, resting a hand on your cheek. “I promise you, mesh’la.”

You can’t help the tears that stream down your face at his words. After spending years together, dancing around your emotions and then leaving him when it was too much to handle anymore, it was finally time to live out the rest of your lives together. Just you and your Mandalorian. 

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More Than Partners (The Mandalorian x reader)

Forbidden Love

Summary: A little conversation between the Mandalorian and Kuiil about Mando’s feelings for Y/N, a Jedi who follows him everywhere. But what happens when you hear everything the bounty hunter said?

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Chapter 2>

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When you arrived at the Ugnaught’s place in Avala-7, he greeted you and the Mandalorian with open arms. At first, Kuiil was astonished to see a young woman with the bounty hunter. And even if he didn’t say a word, the Ugnaught was aware that you were a powerful being. He couldn’t help but wonder why a Jedi would stay with a Mandalorian after the battle of Galidraan. Jedi and Mandalorian were not known for their friendship.

The Ugnaught served you and the Child food. He wasn’t wealthy and yet, here he was, serving you everything he had on a tray.

“Thank you, Kuiil, sincerely.” You said, clear recognition in your eyes.

Mando was watching you, and the Child eat with a protective gaze while talking with Kuiil. You stared at them, enjoying the brief moment of peace.

When you finished your plate, you glanced at the Child and saw him already sleeping upright.

“I am going to take the Child to bed.” You declared, standing up.

Mando gazed at your plate, and noticed you only ate half of your food. As if you were reading his mind, you headed towards him under the watchful eye of Kuiil.

“I left you something to eat for when you’re alone.“ You muttered, a slight smile appearing on the corner of your lips.

“Thank you.” He whispered, his eyes still on you when you took the Child in your arms and headed towards the bedroom.

You were no longer in the room, and the Mandalorian suddenly felt uncomfortable. Something was missing. Or someone... Even if Mando knew you were in the next room with the Child, he needed to see you and feel your presence. The Mandalorian was restless, and even though he was wearing an helmet, the Ugnaught noticed his discomfort.

“I see you are quite close to Y/N.” Kuiil stated, a serious look on his face.

The bounty hunter hesitated.

“I am. She looks after the Child when I can’t.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Silence filled the room again, and Mando tensed at Kuiil’s tone.

“What do you mean?“ The Mandalorian questioned, grateful that his helmet was covering his embarrassment.

“I noticed how you stare at her when she is not looking, how your gaze lingers on her a bit too longer, how you watch over her when there is no danger.“

Although Mando was wearing an helmet, he avoided the Ugnaught’s look, already feeling his cheeks flushing.

“I have seen this look on many people, Mandalorian. I can’t see your face, but I know how you feel towards this young Jedi.“

“I don’t feel anything for Y/N.“ The bounty hunter replied instantly, clenching his fists tightly.

Even though you were in the next room, you heard the words distinctly.

Mando didn’t feel anything for you...

Your vision quickly became blurred, and you suddenly wanted to throw up. Taking a glance at the Child who was still sleeping, you leaned against the door of the bedroom. Your heart beating faster, you tried to focus on the Mandalorian’s mechanical voice.

“Are you sure?” Kuiil asked, chuckling a little.

“I-I am not in love with her.”

Your body felt heavier, and you almost fell against the door. A tear ran along your cheek, and you tried desperately to repress a sob.

You were a Jedi. You couldn’t have feelings, and especially not for a Mandalorian. And here you were, with your heart in pieces and a lot of tears to shed. You knew it would happen. You knew falling in love was risky and that love meant suffering, yet, you couldn’t help but fall in love with the Mandalorian. You had not seen his face, and you didn’t care. When you heard the rumours about Mando, you first thought he was a ruthless and skilled bounty hunter. But when you met him, you could see through his shiny helmet and deep down you knew he was a good man.

“So you don’t feel anything for her?“The Ugnaught insisted.

Kuiil was smirking, you would have sworn it.

“I am a Mandalorian. I can’t feel anything.” You heard Mando muttering with his modulated voice.

Why was Kuiil trying to find out if the bounty hunter loved you?

Why was he insisting like that?

“I didn’t ask if you can or can’t. I asked if you love her.”

“I can’t.” Mando whispered, as if he regretted the words he said.

Frowning, you took a deep breath, hoping Kuiil and Mando didn’t hear you.

“I-I-”

“You don’t need to lie to me, Mandalorian. I saw it with my own eyes. No helmet can protect from love.” The Ugnaught declared solemnly.

“I care for her.” Mando admitted, holding his breath through his helmet.“More than I should.”

At the sound of the Mandalorian’s voice, you pressed yourself against the door, trying to know if what Mando said was true. But the doors couldn’t support your weight, and you crashed on the ground, making a lot of noise and revealing your presence in the process. Sighing, you looked at the Child, hoping you didn’t wake him up. He was awake, standing up in the bed, watching you with a questioning look on his face. Putting a finger in front of your mouth, you told him to stay silent.

“She cares for you too, Mandalorian. You should tell her before it’s too late or you will regret it all your life. I have spoken.” Kuiil claimed, already standing up to wash the dishes.

Slowly opening the door, you tried to glance at the Mandalorian. He was still sitting where you left him some minutes ago. You couldn’t see his face, but he was obviously lost in thought, not daring to move from his seat.

Taking a deep breath, and against your better judgment, you gestured to the Child to return to sleep, and headed towards Mando.

“Mando.”

At the sound of your voice, he startled and his cheeks flushed a little under his heavy helmet.

“Is the Child sleeping?” He questioned, clearly avoiding your gaze.

You wanted to see his reaction, but Mando’s visor was looking at the wall behind you.

Silence was usually comfortable between the two of you, yet today, you weren’t the only one feeling ill-at-ease.

“Can I ask you something?“ The bounty hunter asked, daring to glance at you quickly.

“You just did.“

“You know what I mean, Y/N.” He said with a stern tone that sent shivers to your spine.

Adrenaline rushed through your body, and you smirked at the Mandalorian. He cared about you, so why should you act like you had not heard anything.

“Did You hear my conversation with Kuiil?”

His voice was filled with anger and concern.

Was the Mandalorian afraid you heard what he said to the Ugnaught?

“I-” You tried to mutter.

Lying was easy, and telling the truth was risky. Yet, you chose to stay true to who you were, and you couldn’t lie to Mando, even if it meant he would break your heart.

”I heard everything.“

Confidently, you faced the Mandalorian and noticed him staring at you.

You would have killed to know how he was feeling right now.

Was he furious?

Suddenly, the bounty hunter stood up and you felt his hand reaching out.

“Y/N... I-” He whispered, unsure of what he was doing.

”I am sorry.”

Without realizing it, the Mandalorian took a step towards you.

“Was it true, Mando?” You questioned, getting closer to him.

Bowing his head, he stared intently at the ground.

“What is true, Y/N?”

“You know what I mean.“

He cleared his throat, and you slowly searched for his gloved hand. Wrapping your fingers around his, you heard the Mandalorian let out a stuttering breath and his grip tightened on your hand just a bit. Staring at your intertwined fingers, and then looking up, Mando stroked your cheek tenderly, and you tried to enjoy his touch on your skin.

“I care for you, Y/N. You aren’t just my partner.” He whispered in your ear, almost touching your skin, and making you shiver.

”I know.”

“I care more than I should.”

Hearing the remorse in his voice, a single tear ran along your pale face.

“I care too.” You replied, your voice breaking in the process.

The Mandalorian caressed your face with his gloved hand, and then your lips, opening them slightly. You swore you could hear his halting breathing even though he had his helmet on.

“We should not.” He murmured with his mechanical voice, obvious desire in his tone.

“And why not?”

Without thinking about the consequences, you got closer to Mando, hoping he would change his mind.

You caressed his helmet, acting as if it was his skin against your touch. He took your hand away from his face, and fundled your chin with his hand.

“Y/N... I can’t.” He whispered, clenching his teeth.

Seeing him being so conflicted between you and his Creed made you feel awfully sad. You couldn’t ask him to choose. Never.

“I understand, Mando.”

Trembling, he stroked your cheeks again, enjoying your skin against his gloved hand, and secretly hoping the moment would last forever.

Sticking your tongue against your palate, you hoped you would not burst into tears in front of the Mandalorian.

“Y/N.” Mando said, wiping your tear away.

Pulling his hand away from your cheeks, you forced a smile and planted a small kiss on the side of the helmet, where his cheek would have been.

“Goodnight Mando.”

Without looking behind, you headed towards the bedroom where the Child was probably sleeping again. Tears were falling in your face, but you didn’t care. Maybe one day, you thought. But hope was a dangerous thing.

“Goodnight Y/N.“ Mando said, alone in the room.

He had never felt so lonely, even if you were just in the other room.

⬇️Chapter 2⬇️

More than Partners ( The Mandalorian x reader)

More than Partners ( The Mandalorian x reader) Following your heart, you must Part 2 of More than partners Summary: You see Master Yoda thr

[evendeadlmthehero]

The Ghost (Headcannon)

Mandalorian x Blind!Reader

Summary: you are a blind assassin who was sent to capture a 50 year old target. You then become the target’s number one guardian, protecting him from bounty hunters like The Mandalorian himself.

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Note: this character is inspired by my girl Natasha Romanoff and my man Matt Murdock

-you were eight when the imperial army had dropped chemical substances in your village.

-on that day, you lost your parents and your sight.

-many people have taken advantage from the fact that you were blind and vulnerable. Many people have, except for one person; your Master.

-he taught you how to see a different way; through vibrations and pressure change in the atmosphere.

-at the age of 16, you were a master assassin, taking down notorious figures. You were known as Ghost, because everyone knew you existed, they just didn’t know who you were or what you looked like

-or that you were blind

-you were stealthy, mostly due to your ballet training and the black skin tight suit that enabled you to blend into the night

-you were quiet and did the job with no mess. All of them assigned to you by your master.

-you preferred to fight with knives. The only time you liked guns is if they were big guns

-one day you were assigned a secret mission by your master; to extract a certain individual.

-he never told you who the target was

-but you did as you were told and followed the tracker

-it took you to a village full of fighters in the middle of the desert

-instead of fighting those individuals, you quietly sneaked inside the village; jumping, flipping and bending your way into the room where the target was

-you made your way into the room where you felt the presence of an individual who had yet to see you.

-you quietly ran up to him before striking him on the vagus nerve with enough force to have him go unconscious

-you caught him before he could fall on the ground. Yes, indeed you were quiet and stealthy. No one ever saw you coming.

-you then followed the beacon to where your target was. But it was odd, because you didn’t feel the presence of an old man like your master had said

-you only let the presence of a child

-you lifted your arms up to feel the target, hearing a soft coo when your fingers brushed against it’s pointy ears.

-that was the day you betrayed your Master.

-you tried to convince the village that you would protect the child.

-It took them a while, but after six months of fighting bounty hunters and successfully eliminating them with barely no effort, you became the child’s number one protector and earned the Village’s trust

-this resulted in an even bigger bounty on your head than the child’s

-then one day, when you’re feeding the child, you heard a ruckus

-you hide the child in his little carriage before you yourself hid on the ledger near the ceiling

-a mandolarian and a robot entered. They chatted for a couple of minutes before the robot lifted a gun at the child.

-your child

-you grabbed the knife that you hid in the strap of your thigh and threw it directly in the back of the robots head

-the Mando quickly turned around, grabbing a gun to point it from the source; but there was no one there

-he was confused and turned around to look back at the baby only to see you standing there, holding a knife to his throat

-he was confused. The infamous Ghost was just a really gorgeous girl?

-did he emphasise on gorgeous?

-and that suit? Oh god that suit

-no wonder no one had caught you yet. You look innocent, vulnerable, no one would expect that you were an assassin

-“If your kind wasn’t almost extinct, I would have killed you now,” you whispered to him, venom laced in your voice. “So leave before I kill you.”

-the child tugged your thigh strap, making you distracted for a moment

-and in that moment, Mando electrocuted you

-he took you and the child back to whoever had assigned the bounty. He had placed a mouth guard around your mouth and bounded both your legs and wrists.

-it was a quiet ride back, you wouldn’t even make a noise

-when he had finally completed the mission and dropped you guys off, he felt guilty

-you could’ve killed him that day, but you didn’t. Because you respected the Mandalorian clan. And the child? The child was so little and defenceless, and without a family.

-so he went back to break out both you and the child.

-he found you with multiple bruises and cuts littered around your body, unconscious. You were in a white dress gown, which had blood splatters across it

-god he felt terrible

-he put you in one of those bed rollers and broke you and the child out

-he also grabbed your black stealth suit along the way. Didn’t want you in that god awful gown

-and he thought the suit was hot (not that he’d ever admit it)

-he was steering the plane when he heard you cough

-he then stood up, walking towards you

-“wh- where am I?” You spoke as you furiously looked around. This wasn’t the cell that had put you in. No, you were on a plane. And you can feel the child in your presence along with another.

-“you-you’re blind?” Mando spoke in shock, as he watched you look around. He couldn’t believe you were blind when you could fight so well

-“you,” you spoke out with hatred, grabbing the pillow that you were previously laying on.

-you ran up to him, sliding down on your knees before quickly turning around to use the back of his knee as a leverage

-you then jumped from the back of his knee, before wrapping your legs around his neck. You then tried to suffocate him with the pillow

-you then felt your hands being pushed away from the man’s face. You looked up to see the child, using his powers on you to stop you from killing him

-Mando took the opportunity to grab you off his neck and forcefully, yet gently, place you on the ground

-“I’m- sorry,” Mando apologised, as you looked at him with anger, your breathing still quick. “I’m sorry for- taking you and the child. So- I’ll let you use this plane to find a safe haven for you and the child. You have my word.”

-your eyes were still filled with anger until you saw the child hug onto Mando’s leg. Mando retracted a bit, not used to affection.

-if the child trusts him, maybe you could too?

-“fine. But if I sense one ounce of disloyalty I will kill you,” you promised.

-he then took you to a place called Sorgan, a quiet little village

-you felt how tired he was based on his voice as he walked inside the hut that you, the child and Mando were given

-you then left the baby to play with the children whilst you carried two plates of food into the hut

-“I bought you some food,” you spoke as you placed the plate in front of him

-“Thank you,” he replied back. He watched as you sat down and begun eating. He didn’t touch his food, only watching you eat

-“are you doing to eat?” You asked him, as you realised he wasn’t eating. “I’m blind, remember? You can take off that helmet of yours.”

-Mando was taken back. He hadn’t eaten with someone in years.

-last time was with his parents.

-his hands shakingly went up to reach his helmet, ready to take it off. You heard the soft hiss of his helmet, before a metal thud near the table

-his heart was beating loudly and you could hear it

-“Mando if you don’t feel comfortable with me eating here, it’s fine I can leave-“

-“No!” He interrupted you, his voice more clearer now that he didn’t have the modulator. “I- I just haven’t eaten with someone in- years.”

-your heart dropped slightly, feeling bad for the man. Now determined to eat with him everyday. “Well now you have a blind friend.”

-friend, Mando had kept repeating in his head. A word so foreign to him.

-and everyday after that day, you made sure you ate with him.

-and everyday after you ate with him, he’d always reply with a small ‘thank you.’

-“you don’t have to thank me everytime I eat with you, you know”

-“Yeah well- I want to.”

-you guys were eating dinner in Tatooine as the child slept in his room

-“Mando?” You had asked him as you finished your food. He let out a soft hum. “Can I- Can I touch your face? You know, to picture what you look like?”

-Mando was taken back, red filling up his cheeks. No one has ever touched him before, making his heart pound against his chest. “Y-yes.”

-you moved over towards him, your fingertips grazing gently against his chin, his jaw, up his to his cheekbones

-your fingers then skimmed against his eyelashes, down to his nose before reaching his lips that were breathing heavily.

-“Mando?”

-“y-yes?”

-“I think you’re beautiful.”

-he gulped heavily, studying your face. His trembling hand then pushed your hair back. “You can call me Dyn.”

-“Dyn,” you whispered, testing the name on your lips. Dyn felt blood rush throughout his body as you spoke his name

-he didn’t know how you could have this effect on him. He was a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian. He was fearless and showed no emotion

-but as soon as you said his name, he had butterflies

-everything was going smoothly, you and Dyn fighting side by side as bounty hunters tried to find you guys and the baby

-until one day you were all surrounded by stormtroopers

-and Dyn experiences a massive blow to his head.

-“I-I’m not going to make it,” Dyn groaned as you cried. You shook your head at him.

-“No- no I’m not leaving you, you idiot!”

-“leave me,” he spoke, a hand grabbing your cheek as he slowly caressed it. You both knew that deep down you liked each other, liked each other more than friends. But both of you never acted on it. “You make sure the child is safe.”

-“Here.” He spoke, giving you a necklace. “When you get to the Mandalorian covert, you show them that. You tell them it's from Din Djarin. You tell them the foundling was in my protection, and they'll help you.

-“I-I can’t leave you Dyn,” you shook your head furiously, streams of tears against your face.

-“I'm not gonna make it and you know it. You protect the child. I can hold them back long enough for you to escape. Let me have a warrior's death.”

-“I won't leave you,” you protested.

-“I- I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

-“I love you too Dyn,” you spoke, you then looked at Cara and the rest. “You guys go, we’ll catch up on you.”

-Cara nodded before leaving with the child

-“Y/N, this is the way-“

-“shut up,” you spoke before taking off his helmet. You felt the back of his neck, warm liquid in your hands. You then closed your eyes, trying to focus on the vibrations and pressure. “You have slight damage in your cerebellum. Nothing Bacta spray won’t fix.”

-you then sprayed were the wound is, both of you quiet. Your tears now dry against your face, your nose still red.

-you were furious at him for wanting to die that easily and leave you alone. And he knew

-“Y/N-“

-you interrupted him, your lips against his.

-his heart was pounding against his rib cage, this being his first ever kiss. He didn’t know what to do.

-but then slowly he begun following your lead, hoping that he wasn’t too horrible of a kisser

-you then pulled back, your forehead against his

-“if you ever tell me to leave you again Dyn I swear to god I’ll kill you myself,” you spoke, your voice shaking. “You and the child are the only good thing I have in my life. Please- please don’t leave me.”

-“I won’t.”