Weirdly specific incidents, also these ideas come to me in a dream
Din once ate shit up the steps and slammed his helmet so hard on the rocks he gave himself a concussion
Paz once slipped DOWN the steps and dislocated his hip, he popped it back in and told nobody till it was torn out of him by Din
Cobb once fell off a building and stood up and immediately went to go get a drink
Boba once slipped right between the holes of the rancor bars and his legs looked like /-\ because of where he hit the bar (sorry bobas dick) and he laid in his bed all night in a ball trying not to cry
Fennec has never fucked up in her entire life and I love her
Grogu once toppled down the steps at the Jedi temple because he tripped over his robes
Ragnar gets eaten by every animal in existence I hope he’s ok
Peli got hit in the face with a wrench by a droid and she stood there before walking off to go get a drink
Luke once tried force jumping and landed in a pit of mud and laid there for an hour before getting up to move
Leia ate shit over her robes while practicing what she would say if Vader caught her and she laid on the floor until Bail came in and picked her up
Anakin does a lot of shit in his day to day that should be embarrassing but once back on Tatooine he fell out of the window of the first floor of his house and folded like a lawn chair, he cried so hard that the neighbors came out to ask if he was ok and Shmi told them to ignore him bc he did it to himself and would calm down when he was ready
Padme stabbed herself in the eye with a Bobby pin six times during one hair style before sitting there and staring at herself in the mirror for almost an hour before she went back to bed
Obi wan once slammed his face into the butt end of his light saber when he was a padawan and he still has the scar between his eyes
Jango shot himself in the foot one time on Kamino because he let Baby Boba hold the blaster and forgot it was on and Baby Boba obviously pulled the trigger not knowing what it did, Jango blamed himself fully and Baby Boba laughed at his dad so hard he threw up and then Jango had to deal with that
Jaster slammed his knee so hard into a table that he had to get down on his knees and put his head to the floor for a minute, it turns out he had managed to dislocate it somehow
Here are some individual clones because ik they all have unique experiences
Wolffe once bit the inside of his mouth so hard that Plo thought someone punched him but in reality he had just hit his head jumping off his bunk bed
Fox once went face first down a brick wall he was climbing over to catch a criminal and landed on his nose and he just rolled over and got up and didn’t mention it
Cody stabbed himself with his pencil once and still has the scar on his had that’s black from the graphite, it was an accident and he missed the table when playing five finger fillet
Crosshair has gotten a splitter on his tongue from the toothpicks
Rex once toppled over a waist hight fence because he wasn’t paying attention
Summary: Takes place during The Mandalorian: Chapter 18. Din is prepping for his journey to bathe in the living waters in the mines of Mandalore. However, he will not let you accompany him. Confused and frustrated, you go to meet Peli on Boonta Eve to discuss business. While you are there Din says something to her that takes you by surprise. You confront him about it that evening with surprising results that bring a new meaning to your relationship.
Warnings: Miscommunication, Mentions of Arguing, Light Spice, Implied Smut
Tags: Din Djarin x Female Reader, Established Relationship, Mentions of Arguing, Miscommunication, Peli being the best babysitter, Light Spice, Mentions of Smut but nothing explicit, Din is a big softy for the reader and Grogu.
There was a stark contrast between the atmosphere of Mos Eisley on Boonta Eve and the apprehension swirling around your own mind as you exited your ship. Your gaze locked onto where your mandalorian was waiting for you, Grogu safely nestled in his arms. No words were spoken as you joined him and began the short walk over to hangar 3-5.
Typically, the three of you would be traveling together. Except this time you would not be leaving Tatooine as a group. Din was stopping off to see his old contact to inquire about a Droid part and to tune up his N-1 before proceeding to Mandalore. There, he hoped to find redemption within his covert and to take Grogu along on the adventure to teach him more about the galaxy and the mandalorian ways.
You, on the other hand, would be remaining on Tatooine. When you had left your previous visit with Din's covert, you had received a transmission from Boba Fett and Fennec. They were looking for some reinforcements to combat a crime gang that had attempted to conduct business within the city parameters. You had initially thought that Din would postpone your trip to Mandalore to offer assistance. However, he surprised you when he promised only your services to Fett, while he and Grogu continued on to Mandalore.
The discussion that you'd had after Grogu had gone to bed that night was heated. You couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you to come to Mandalore with them. You had both been present when the covert spoke of how dangerous the planet had become since the Purge. The air was rumored to be poisoned and the ground was unstable at best. It seemed like a task that would require both of you, even if only so that you could watch Din's back.
Naturally, Din did not agree. He insisted repeatedly that he and Grogu would be fine, and that they would take a droid with them to assist with testing the air quality and overall integrity of the planet's surface. You had argued all the way to where you were picking up Din's N-1. As the ramp of your ship opened, he spun on his heel to grab your arm. His helmet was inches from your face, the heat of his stare seeming to pierce through the visor.
"You are going to Tatooine, and I am going to Mandalore. No more discussions." His tone was sharp, words clipped as he left no room for you to object.
"The coordinates for hangar 3-5 are already in your navigation. Land outside the city walls and I'll meet you there."
Before any other words could be spoken, he had dropped his hand and headed off to his fighter with Grogu in tow. You had been left to stew in your frustration and fear the whole way to the outer rim. Now that the three of you were together once again, it seemed as though the tension between you and Din had not dissipated.
Despite the circumstances, you could still feel your excitement rising as you entered Mos Eisley. The city was in full swing of its Boonta Eve celebrations. Vendors and travelers from all corners of the galaxy crowded the streets. Cheers, shouts, and laughter could be heard from all directions, sending the typical hustle and bustle of the population into overdrive.
The prospect of meeting Peli was also intriguing to you. Din had spoken of his unlikely friend that he'd made almost by accident several times. You knew she was a character, to say the least, but that Din also trusted her intrinsically. The fact that he allowed her to watch Grogu unsupervised for any length of time told you all that you needed to know.
Upon arrival to hangar 3-5, you received as warm of a welcome as you expected. You smiled softly when Grogu leapt into Peli's awaiting arms. Her and Din discussed his need for a droid to take to Mandalore as you observed idly. Finally, once the arrangements had been made for her R-5 to go with them, Peli's eyes rested on you.
"And who is this pretty thing you brought with you this time?" You smiled and held out your hand while telling her you name.
"I'm.."
"My wife." Din finished your sentence for you.
Your turned your head to look at him so fast that it could have come clean off of your shoulders. Din's helmet was facing straight ahead, not even so much as tilting toward you. Meanwhile, Peli's eyebrows rose nearly up to her hairline as her eyes darted between the two of you.
"Your wife?!" She exclaimed. "First you bring me your kid without mentioning it and now your wife?" She laughed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.
"Who knew you had a heart underneath all that armor?" Din sighed in exasperation as his hands went to his hips, offering no further explanations.
"Tell you what," Peli continued. "I'll prep R-5 for the journey to Mandalore and watch the little guy. You two lovebirds should go enjoy the festivities for a while before you ship out. And I'll tune up your ship. No extra babysitting fee required."
There was a pause before Din stepped closer to your side.
"Fine, we'll be back in a few hours." Your mind was still reeling as one of his large hands splayed solidly against your back. He turned you both around until you were heading back out of the hangar. Din still did not so much as spare a glance down at your face.
If he did, he would have seen the way your eyes were glazed over and your mouth was hanging slightly open. You were utterly dumbfounded. The two of you had fought for your entire journey, not said a word to each other since landing, and now all of a sudden you were his wife? It had taken a long time for yours and Din's partnership to turn into a trusting friendship, and even longer for that friendship to blossom into something deeper. These days, your relationship could probably be described as close to a marriage that you could get. You were raising a child together after all. However, up until now neither of you had yet to even mention the idea of a real marriage, much less make that kind of commitment.
You were drawn away from your confusion as Din's arm slid around your waist.
"Stay close," He murmured, his head staying on a swivel as he scanned your surroundings. You quickly realized that he was leading you back the way you had come, away from the main part of the city.
"I thought we were 'enjoying the festivites'," you questioned, parroting Peli's words from earlier.
"We are," Din confirmed kurtly. "Just away from prying eyes."
It didn't take long before you were out of the city and back on your ship. Din wasted no time in getting you in the air, flying you low over the planet's surface. Only a few minutes passed, and you were landing once again. You didn't wait for him before descending down the ramp.
The view that you were met with upon exiting the ship was nearly enough to take your breath away. Din had landed you atop a ridge not far from Mos Eisley. It was high enough that you could get a full view of the city and its celebrations. There were fireworks lighting up the desert, making it look like a large ship floating across the dune sea. You could vaguely make out the cheers of spectators and the consistent hum of podracer engines. Smoke from the food vendors rose up to create a mysterious shroud over the skyline above the buildings. This was seeing Tatooine like you never had before. It looked almost magical, and nothing like the dry, backwater outerim outpost that it was on any other day.
"I told you we'd still be partaking." Din's voice from behind you once again brought you back to reality.
"Just from a different vantage point."
You turned around in time to see Din spreading a blanket onto the ground. He then retrieved a bottle of what looked to be wine and two cups from behind a rock before taking a seat.
"How did you know this was up here?" You asked, sitting down across from him. "And since when do we have wine on the ship?"
"The tuskens showed me this on one of my jobs. They use it as a lookout during their patrols." He explained while pouring some wine into the first cup and handing it to you.
"The wine is from Greef. It's from Corellia, expensive. He said to save it for a special occassion."
You took a sip before meeting his visor with a quizzical look.
"So, you just happened to have this whole date planned?"
Din's fingers went to the lip of his helmet so that he could lift it just enough to take a drink. Even though you were alone out here, you still averted your gaze to the night sky on instinct.
"It was an idea that I was also saving for a special occasion." You huffed a laugh.
"Like Boonta Eve?" He placed his cup back on the blanket before meeting your eyes.
"Like before we are going to be apart for the first time since you started traveling with me."
That made you pull up short. You placed your cup down beside his, sighing heavily as you looked back at him with weary eyes.
"I don't want to fight with you." You spoke quietly, as though you would scare him away with any sudden move. "But I was there, I heard what your covert said about Mandalore. It's not safe. What if something happens to you? To Grogu?" Your voice began to waver as you tried in vain to swallow down your emotions.
"I've been there with you through everything. If I don't know what's going on or whether or not you're safe, how am I supposed to live with myself?"
"I think the same things about you." Din replied, his voice quieter now through the modulator.
"I want you to stay here and help Fett, not just because he's our ally but because I know that he will watch out for you." You made a disgruntled sound.
"I just don't understand why you have to go to Mandalore now. You can't wait until this job with Fett is over so that we could all go together?"
"No." His solemn reply was immediate and absolute. "I have to go bathe in the living waters and be redeemed. As soon as I am Mandalorian again we can return to the covert to tie up our loose ends."
Your head tilted slightly as you regarded him. "What loose ends?"
Din paused for a moment to look out over the sand below.
"You know that I have been training Grogu in the Mandalorian ways." You nodded slowly.
"Once I am redeemed, he can become my apprentice and be added to the song. Then he will no longer be a foundling, and it will be my job to take him on adventures across the galaxy and teach him, just as I was taught."
Din's helmet turned to face you once again. You heard him swallow thickly as his gloved hand slid across the blanket to settle beneath yours, your fingers dwarfed by his large palm.
"I was hoping that once I am redeemed, you and I could take vows. And you could be added to the song as well...as my wife."
Your eyes widened as you stared through the black 'T' of his visor to where you knew his eyes were.
"Your....wife?" You stammered as you felt your heart rate pick up.
"Yes." Din confirmed, grasping your hand and bringing it up to rest on his beskar over his chest.
"Is that something that you want, Cyar'ika?"
Your eyes began to fill with unshed tears as you let out a breath that you didn't even realize that you had been holding.
"Din," You spoke his name reverently, like a prayer.
"I'm already your wife in every sense of the word. You, me, Grogu...we're already a family. You don't have to risk your life traveling to Mandalore to prove that to us."
"I know that." He quickly agreed. "But, I've already done so much against my creed to keep us safe...I just want to do this one thing the right way...just this once."
You nodded, giving him a watery smile as you inched closer.
"Then that's what we'll do." Din sighed, his hand leaving yours to rest it on the side of your face. You leaned into the touch, allowing your eyes to close as you felt the warmth of his skin radiating through the leather of his glove.
"Is that why you told Peli that I was your wife?" He huffed quietly.
"Yes, and to prevent further questions. It's better that way with her, trust me." You laughed softly as your eyes opened.
"Does this mean we're engaged?" Din chuckled, a warm, happy sound that made your heart flutter whenever you heard it.
"Mandalorians don't have engagements or weddings. We take vows, and then our unions are added to the song so that we can acknowledge the furthering of our lineage. However, by your definition... Yeah, I guess we would be."
You shook your head, taking the opportunity to close the space between you and slide into his lap. Your knees bracketed his hips as your arms moved upward, hands sliding into the cowl around his neck. His helmet tilted upward to meet your eyes as he moved to hold onto your hips in kind.
"I can't believe you proposed to me at Boonta."
Din snorted as he gave your belt an affectionate tug.
"Keep it up and I won't marry you until next Boonta." You rolled your eyes.
"You're the one who wants to marry me so bad, Djarin. I don't think you could wait for me that long if you tried." He hummed as his hands began to slide up your back, pulling goosebumps from your skin as they went.
"No you're probably right." Din leaned in toward you as your eyes darted from his visor down to the bottom of his helmet.
"Promise me something," You whispered before you could become carried away.
"Anything." Din murmured, his fingers already going to the rim of his helmet. You squeezed your eyes shut before he even had to tell you.
"Promise me you'll come back." The hand on his helmet paused for a moment as the other tightened at your waist.
"You have my word, cyare." He swore, voice deep and unwavering.
"I'm going to be redeemed, and then I'm going to come back and marry you." Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded, silently willing the tears that had begun to gather at your lash line not to spill over.
"Then you can also have mine." You promised. "I will stay with Boba and Fennec until you and Grogu return. You have my word. I'll wait for you."
You felt Din's shoulders physically relax as he exhaled. The next thing you heard was his helmet depressurizing so that he could close the distance and finally press his lips to yours.
The kiss was passionate and consuming as Din's lips laid claim to yours. His tongue slid into your mouth as his hand left your waist to cradle the back of your head, twisting into your hair. Din had always been a man of action. His body often told the story that his words could not. It was in the way that he held you, firmly but still tender. It was how his lips moved against yours, like he couldn't stop if he tried, like you were oxygen and he would suffocate should he let go.
You moaned softly in the back of your throat as your fingers found where his curls had begun to poke out from beneath his helmet. You gave the strands a tug as you pressed yourself impossibly closer against his armor. Din groaned in response but pulled back, leaving you a bit disappointed as you heard the familiar hiss of his helmet clicking back into place.
"Cyar'ika" He sighed, sounding more out of breath than you anticipated.
"We can't do this out here, we're too exposed." Your eyes fluttered open, smiling as you took in the steady rise and fall of his chest.
"Well," you began, glancing at the chrono on your wrist. "I think Peli can watch the kid for a bit longer if you wanted to take this inside the ship. Unless, there's some Mandalorian tradition against sleeping together while engaged that I don't know about."
Din groaned, this time in exasperation, before throwing you over his shoulder and standing up in one swift motion. Your responding yelp devolved into giggles a you playfully hit the armor on his back.
"Come here you," He said in an amused tone as he walked you both back onto the ship, the Boonta celebration long forgotten as you had your own celebration in the dark of your bunk.
love the running gag of peli motto not only being a polyglot (that also seemingly understands/speaks every other language with ease) but also she's definitely gotten freaky with multiple non-human species
#girlblogging
#my chemical romance
#music
