STAR WARS IMAGINES

din djarin | clan of two

this turned out to be far longer than what i expected; 4000+ words; requested by -DREAMCATCHERR and AmandaN28 ; this is a long amount of hurt/comfort and angst/turned fluff. din djarin is so beautiful

(and yes, i am accepting requests for din, cassian, poe, kylo/ben, han, luke, obi wan, anakin, lando, bodhi, finn, and hux. i will be publishing a brand new author's note/request page at the start of this book where you can comment your requests. or you can message me, if that's more comfortable for you.)

"I work alone."

Those were the first words out of the Mandalorian's mouth when you offered your proposition: you would split the holopucks given by Greef Karga in exchange for a place on the Razor Crest and a partnership.

Whether it was your desperation for a place to stay or your embarrassing desire to have a friend, you weren't sure, but you asked him. Knowing well that he would probably turn you away, you asked. It wasn't like he hated you. At least, you were pretty sure he didn't. You were one of the few people to know the Mandalorian at least a little bit. He didn't ignore you in the cantina like he did everybody else. He didn't glare at you when you showed up at Greef Karga's first. You were both Karga's favorites. You got the jobs you were given done and you did them well. Mando respected that.

And you'd gotten pretty good at reading the face of his emotionless helmet. Right now, with the way it was tilted to the side, staring at you in disbelief, you knew he thought you were crazy for asking.

"Surely you can make an exception," you replied, slightly teasing. "For me."

He scoffed and looked away from you and towards the window. You leaned forward on the table, your hands wrapping around the non-alcoholic beverage the bartender always made specially for you. A secret menu item, tasting of sweet berries. It was much easier to do your missions sober.

"Come on, Mando. I'm not asking for a lifetime thing. Just a chance to complete these bounties here together, split the money, then go our separate ways. You wanted first dibs on the good pucks? Now you've got dibs."

"Sharing isn't dibs," he said.

"I'm not offering this to anybody else, am I?" you asked. "So it is dibs. In a way. Because you get first dibs on accepting this offer or not."

"It's not dibs."

"You know, you are really stubborn." You sighed. He was stubborn, and you couldn't blame him. Not even Mando, the one guy in the cantina you were sure would help you out in times of need, wanted to help you. You knew that he knew how you lived. All alone, sleeping in the crappy cockpit of your crappy ship. Nevarro had been oddly cold the last few days, each night promising to be more bitter than the last. You would have another sleepless night, shivering in the cold of your ship again, praying that it would last another day so you could leave Nevarro and set off on your next bounty. "Do we have a deal or not? I'm not going to sit around here and beg you. You wanted an opportunity for a bounty, I literally gave you six. See you around, Mando."

As you slid out of the booth and started out of the cantina, he tapped his fingers against the table. "If we split the pucks... "

You turned, one eyebrow raised.

"We split fifty-fifty?"

"Of course," you said.

He nodded once. "Deal. We leave tonight."

A smile slowly spread across your face. "Deal."

It only took a month to complete all six bounties, and by the time the last one wrapped up, you knew that you didn't want to part with Mando. The two of you made a great team. The Razor Crest was much warmer than your old ship. You could argue that your missions were easier with him by your side, but that wasn't the only reason you wanted to be near him. His company was genuinely good. He was quiet and reserved, but he understood you. He knew what it was like to solely enjoy the silent comfort of being near somebody.