Okay this: the reader is just tired from whatever, you can chose, and din can see they're fighting sleep and he begs them to sleep and when they protest and fight he just picks them up and throws the over his shoulder and places them on the bed. then maybe he turns off the lights and takes off his beskar and cuddles the reader (maybe some singing?) and reader starts to fall asleep and MAYBE MAYBE NOT reader kissing him sleepily. Just fluff u kno? u can change it if u want! do ur magic with it!
Nuhoy, Ad’ika- Din Djarin X Reader
Summary: The mandalorian returns to find you refusing to sleep.
It’s three days past his expected arrival when your lack of sleep really hits you. The child is fussy with worry, feeding off of your own energy. You’re barely functioning at this point, just going through the motions of life. You’ve tried over and over again to catch even a minute of sleep, but your worry overwhelms you and keeps you wide awake. At least the child will still sleep.
You’ve been busying yourself with little jobs around the Crest. All of the laundry and blankets have been washed and dried. They’ve been folded neatly and placed back in their respective homes. You’ve scrubbed both bunks until they were almost new colors. The next task you’ve assigned yourself is polishing every button and switch in the cockpit.
***
It’s the middle of the night when you hear the hatch open. Fearing for the worst, you grab a blaster and hide behind a corner.
“Cyar’ika?” Your body instantly relaxes at his gruff voice. You slide around the corner to face him and place the blaster down. “What happened to you?” Flinching at his comment, you walk over to him. He doesn’t mean any harm and you know it, but it is still unnerving to hear someone ask about your appearance.
At no sign of you answering him, he wraps his arms around you. “I’m sorry I’m late. But have you gotten any sleep?”
You sigh, knowing there is no way you can keep a secret from him for long. “Well…” you try to think of a way to sugar coat it, but your half awake mind is already barely functioning, “no.”
“Oh, cyare.” He pulls you closer to him. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Alarm bells go off in your head. “NO! I need to be awake to help you take off. And are you hurt? Oh I didn’t even ask you yet! Plus, I need to reheat dinner for you.”
Under his helmet he frowns. “Cyar’ika, you can’t even stand properly.” You hadn't realized it but all your weight is currently leaning onto him. You instantly push away from him to try and show you’re awake.
“I’m fine. Look! Two feet right here keeping me up and at ‘em!” Words are slurring together as your brain tries to keep up with your pace.
He huffs before picking you up bridal style. “No, wait. This isn’t fair!” He can see you fighting sleep now. Your eyelids are threatening to close and his arms are too comfy. His scent surrounds you and it’s like you are sedated.
“We’re going to bed.” He sets you down on his bed before flipping the lights off.
“What about your dinner?” While he was away you had added fabric under the padding, providing more cushion. Albeit, it seems your plan worked so well it had turned against you.
His voice is now clear and deep and you can hear him set his helmet down somewhere, “I’ll be fine. I had a large lunch.”
You know for a fact that he probably had not eaten anything but you are putting all of your energy into staying awake, so you’ll have to fight that battle later. The cot dips under his weight as he shifts to lay beside you.
“Wait, I still have to finish polishing this one area!”
“Sleep, cyar’ika.” He pulls you down so that you are laying on his chest. It always amazes you how soft and yet strong he is under all that armor. Taut muscles flutter with his movements and yet it is as if you are laying on a cloud.
“But…” Betraying you, your mouth closes and your brain practically shuts off. You snuggle further into his embrace, loving the natural heat he produces for you to leech off. Placing your hands on top of his own you give them a gentle squeeze.
He hums before murmuring, “I missed you.”
You mean to say it back but you can only get out a whimper of approval. His large hands slip from your grasp and hold you close to him. Rubbing all over your body, they lull you further into sleep. Placing a few kisses on to his pec, you hope it portrays your gratitude.
You’re almost unconscious when you feel something rumbling up his chest. His voice, husky with sleep, produces the most beautiful lullaby you’ve ever heard.
“Nuhoy, ad'ika. Gar ner cyar'ika. Ni ja'haili'gar. Akay vaar'tur.”
You recognize a few words, only because they often replace your name.
“Nuhoy, ad'ika. Gar ner cyar'ika. Ni laarari'gar. Akay vaar'tur.”
He listens to the even breaths of your rest. His chest swells with adoration at the domesticity you two are sharing. He continues the lullaby that was often sung to him by his adoptive family. Never could he have asked for a better person to be asleep in his arms.
It’s in this moment that he realizes it, he loves you.
“Nuhoy, ad'ika. Gar ner cyar'ika. Ni cabuor gar. Akay vaar'tur.”
Credit for the song goes to the lovely @themischiefoftad
The original post for the lullaby can be found here.
Translation: Sleep, little one. You are my sweetheart. I will watch over you Until morning. Sleep, little one. You are my sweetheart. I will sing to you Until morning. Sleep, little one. You are my sweetheart. I will protect you Until morning
Heyyy so I absolutely loved what both @punsbulletsandpointythings and @themischiefoftad (gosh I hope I got your urls right) did, so I kind of... added on? I have no idea if that's how you pronounce Mando'a. Also this is a blacked out video because I'm absolute garbage at technology and can't figure out how to make audio. Please ignore the background nonsense. Hope you guys like it. (This isn't mine guys I literally just added accompaniment. And my voice I guess.)
themischiefoftad replied to your post “I was talking about Mando'a diminutives for the Nulls with @variative,...”
From what I gather it's usually the first syllable of the name, then 'ika. The only deviation I've seen is Niner as Ner'ika.
Well, it’s not really a post about the convention or the common way to derive the diminutive, but rather one about allowing a possibility for multiple ways to do it, just like how real like diminutives work.
Also, well, Ner’ika isn’t the only exception, as I mentioned Prudii is given as D’ika. The diminutive for A’den, as far as I can see, is never actually mentioned, but is widely held to be Den’ika. And, pedantically, Ord’ika, Parj’ika, Bard’ika, Mer’ika (at least, how I pronounce it most often as meh-reel), Et’ika (eh-dahn), A’tika (ah-teen), Arl’ika, Bes’ika, Wal’ika all use the first syllable plus the first letter of the second syllable, sometimes to avoid putting two vowels together, but even when the first syllable ends in a consonant (Or-, Par-, Bar-, Ar-, why is it all ending in r). That’s being pedantic, however.
But, yeah, it’s kind of tangential to the point of the post. It’s not really a post about what’s commonly done, but an encouragement to consider more uncommon or unconventional renderings as equally valid. Language is fickle, and it doesn’t like to follow it’s own rules. Especially in things like this. So, why not Mando’a diminutives too?
Have you ever read the fanfic Jack to the Future? It's a series of drabbles, but at the end they get a bit more connected (oh, and Norrington comes back to life.).
I have not, but I am now very interested and will add it to my “to-read” list! :D
