Pedro Pascal Characters x Reader

In Darkness (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: You knew what it would mean to fall in love with someone who cannot show their face to the world. The Mandalorian is a stoic man, but he does have a heart, and even if he cannot take his helmet off, there are still tender moments shared between the two of you.

Pitch dark, something you were very familiar with. It followed you from your troubled childhood up until now. Every night you slept in complete darkness, but if that is what it meant to sleep in his arms, you will do it for the rest of your life if you needed to.

You loved listening to his breathing without him wearing his helmet, the steady rise and fall of his chest calmed you, it helped you fall asleep as you listened to his heartbeat. 

During those nights, you forgot just how cruel the world has been to you because you were with the one who loves you the most, holding you tight in his arms.

You weren't allowed to see his face, but it was okay, it was the way. From time to time, he would let you ran your fingers over his face and you came to the conclusion that he was possibly the most handsome man anyone can find in the entire galaxy. You loved running your fingers through his hair. He was happy to share his eye colour and hair colour with you, so you can create a mental image of your lover. 

Every now and then, he would place small kisses on your forehead as you talked to him about your day with the child. Even if he was there and he saw it all, he still wanted to hear everything. He loved to listen to you talk, it was so gentle and it made him feel warm. He loved listening to your voice as your fingers run up and down his forearm.

Even if you used to be afraid of the dark, with him by your side, you felt at ease and so did he. He loved listening to your hushed voice that filled the darkness, it calmed him after a long day. Especially when he had to fight a rather dangerous bounty, your soft kisses relaxed him as did your soft touches.

But, possibly the most adorable thing, to you, was whenever the Child decided to join his parents and would sleep on his Dad's chest while he was holding your finger because your hand was on Mando's chest. Although during those times Mando had his helmet on, seeing the little baby snuggle into his chest melted your heart.