STAR WARS ONESHOTS

(Din) Kisses shared under an umbrella

"We need some more supplies before we leave." You're looking down at the child as you talk, his wide eyes glowing as you rub his head affectionately.

It's been peaceful, staying with him aboard the ship while your Mandalorian lover found his bounties- it always was. His antics would amuse you until they didn't, and he'd sleep beside you as closely as anyone could- every night you would leave enough space beside you in the cot just incase Din returned.

"It's gonna rain." Din speaks from behind you, watching fondly as you give your attention to the child. He always does this when he gets back, watching over you and trying to catch up on every moment he missed. His family that warmed his heart and made him forget about the bounties, if only for a while.

"We'll starve, otherwise." You shrug, not caring for the rain while it doesn't rain above you. "And we can't have you going hungry, can we, my love?" This time you baby your words to Grogu, and he grins even brighter.

So you ready to leave- this time beside the metal man as you exit the ship.

It's oddly comforting standing beside someone so daunting when in an unfamiliar area, standing so close that your arm brushes his with your steps.

He knows it too, of course, smiling to himself when he feels your arm touch his and pleased with your company, with or without conversation.

Even he feels a certain shade more powerful when he gets to stand with you by his side- beautiful, clever, and a friendly light to anyone in the galaxy.

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... You turn to him with a pout when you start to feel rain hit your head, barely finished collecting everything you needed.

He doesn't say anything, but rolls his eyes with amusement. He told you. And he keeps watching as you purchase a cheap-looking umbrella from the nearest seller.

Your waddle towards him makes his smile even bigger.

"I know you said it would rain." You say with a bright giggle, starting to fiddle with your new purchase. "Doesn't make it any less surprising when it finally comes."

He tilts his head to the side when you lift it up to cover him too. "I won't get wet, sweet girl. Protect yourself."

"Maybe I should get a helmet like yours, wouldn't need to carry one of these." You hum, smiling peacefully at your joke. You couldn't even imagine the metal weight on your shoulders every day, and you most definitely didn't have the presence to be an intimidating bounty hunter.

"You'd look beautiful." He says simply.

Even with the rain soaking into your clothing and hair, you take a second to soak in the moment- standing in the middle of a market with your perfect Mandalorian at your side.

You flush deeply as you lean into him.

Taking a deep breath in contemptment, you glance back up to him with a lovesick look- the kind that makes Din want to wrap his arms around you and never let go. Maker.
He's never been weak at the knees for anyone, but for you, he could drop down in a second.

"Mm, thank you for coming here with me, even in the rain." You whisper to his armour, cheek close to his chest plate.

"Anything for you." His own love spilling into his words, his hand gently reaching to hold your back, keep you even closer to him. Even covered in metal he wants to be pressed against you, to have you with him every second of the day.

You hum once more, staring down at the bag of supplies he carries and recognising you still need to buy more. Ugh.

"I'd kiss you right now, if I could." Even quieter you whisper to him, loving to be with him but longing even more to be with him alone rather than standing in the corner of a busy market. Every second with him in the ship feels like it lasts forever, and in the rain it's all you crave.

He always understands how you feel better than anyone.

Then a gloved hand lifts under your chin, tilting your head up just a little bit more- and he leans over so your forehead touches with his.

A kiss, affection in the only way he can give it. And you can't help but teem with love because of it.

The shopping continues, quicker now as he practically pulls you away from starting conversation with the vendors. But you don't mind, not even a little, burning up at the feeling of his hand in yours the whole time and the little loving tugs he gives you.