HEAVY IN YOUR ARMS [A DIN DJARIN X READER STORY]

BONUS #6: THE TRAGEDY

based on season 2 chapter 14: the tragedy; 3.7k words

[edit by sondercoyfish]

"Grogu."

The baby's big eyes shot right up to Din, his ears perking and head tilting in curiosity. Saying his name quickly became yours and Din's favorite thing to do. He responded to it every time you said it, as if he were so grateful to have the two of you know his name. You knew it made him happy. He smiled every time you spoke it out loud, whether it was to him or about him.

The tiny silver ball rolled in his small hands. You and Din couldn't help but laugh. You leaned out of your seat and you and Din glanced at one another before you said, "Grogu?"

His attention went straight to you. He cooed and babbled.

"Give me the ball," Din said, voice gentle. Grogu put his head down and pulled his hands back. "Grogu, give me the ball. Come on."

"Little one, don't you want to practice your powers?" you asked.

Reluctantly, Grogu obliged. He handed over the ball and frowned. Din held it up. "Practice? The kid's a pro. Watch. Okay, here we go. You can have it, just like before. Come on. Grogu, you can have it."

His eyes squinted shut and his hand opened. You could almost hear the pull as the ball flew out of Din's hand and smacked directly into the center of Grogu's palm. He cooed excitedly and Din slapped his knee. He was so amazed by the Child's powers. And even more so, you thought, by his eagerness to listen to him.

"Dank Ferrik!" Din exclaimed.

The baby, alarmed, dropped the silver ball on his lap. He whined lowly and his ears drooped.

"Hey, no. I'm not mad at you. You did good. I just... when the nice lady said you had training, I just..." he stopped and sighed. He handed Grogu the ball back. "You're very special, kid. We're gonna find that place you belong... and they're gonna take real good care of you."

The sadness settled back over you. It came and it went often now. It seemed as if Din was going back and forth on wanting to give the Child to the Jedi at all. Or maybe he realized that he didn't want to, but he had to. Eventually. Even if Grogu's attachment to him and to you was so strong that it scared Ahsoka. Someone would be willing to train him, if Grogu asked.

"This is Tython. This is where we're gonna try and find you a Jedi," Din continued. "But you have to agree to go with them if they want you to. Understand? Plus, I can't train you. You're too... powerful."

Din sounded so sad. Grogu looked up at you and tilted his head as if to ask why he was so sad. You reached over and stroked his face, your heart warming as he cooed in reply.

"Don't you want to learn more of that Jedi stuff?" Din asked.

Grogu grunted. You were pretty sure that he didn't care about this conversation at all. He just wanted to play.