Ooo yes Pedro character asks!! I love your writing btw!!! Could you do a cuddling with Din headcanon?
this turned into more like how y’all get together, and less cuddling, but 🤷♀️
Din is a huge cuddler. But it takes a while for him to realize it.
He’s gone so long without physical touch that he’s not sure how to react even when you brush a hand against him, or reach out to touch his shoulder when you’re standing behind him in the cockpit, peering out at a new planet.
He flinches the first couple of times, which is super off-putting to you since it took some bravery to become comfortable touching him.
But when you stop entirely he sheepishly asks you why you haven’t been willing to stand as close to him as you used to. You’re confused since you haven’t been avoiding him at all, just avoiding touc—oh.
You understand that he’s scared to say it, but your suspicions are confirmed when his whole body appears to relax the next time you brush your fingertips across his as you hand him a plate of food.
He’s given up the two cots in the ship for you and the child, and when he does sleep it’s on the floor.
You protested the first few nights but he was so insistent and you were honestly still a little scared of him that you just stopped. But you can tell that when he wakes up after those nights, the way he moves is reminiscent of someone who is really sore.
One night you walk up to him and whisper his name. That’s enough for him to jolt up and ask what’s wrong.
“Nothing, Din. I just, I wanted to offer—I wanted to ask you. The cot’s big enough for two people, and you really shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor. Do you want to sleep with m—I mean, in it with me?”
His helmet tilts and you know he’s thinking it over for a while before nodding and saying a (shockingly aggressive) “Thank you.”
You manage to get yourselves situated so you’re only slightly touching, completely innocent. He’s taken off most of his armor, leaving him vulnerable, but much more comfortable to sleep next to.
The next morning he’s wrapped around you.
You wake up and turn over in Din’s arms. The modulated sound of his breath, definitely not asleep, is loud in your ears and he retracts his arms from you, embarrassed.
“You know, Din, it’s okay to want to hold someone. Okay to want touch. People need touch.”
“I don’t.”
He gets out of bed and you don’t talk the entire day.
But that night he’s back again, standing at the edge of your cot.
“You were right. Can I spend tonight here again?”
You smile to yourself and let out a little laugh before scooting over and making room for him.
It’s disappointing when he keeps his distance.
But as you’re falling asleep you hear him whisper “I hope this is okay?”
An arm reaches out to rest on your shoulder. He thinks you’re asleep but you want him to know it’s fine.
“Anytime, Din.”
He comes back silently every night.
A week later, when you wake up, your legs are slotted together, his arms around your waist, and you open your eyes to stare right into the mask.
“Is it bad that I want to wake up like this every morning?” his voice, while modulated, drips with the fear of vulnerability.
“I want it too, Din.”