Din Djarin/Mandalorian Book

Sweet, Sweet Beroya.

Quick note before I actually start this chapter, this whole fic is just some ships like Bobadin, Cobbdin, Pazdin, whatever else exists because I literally have nothing else to do with my life at the moment, and my trans Din head canon may piss off a portion of whoever is actually reading this, but that's just a warning for vulgar words (examples shouldn't need to be explained cuz I honestly don't wanna list them) so yea, hope this story doesn't flop like the other ones.

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(⚠️Spoilers for episode 5 of Book of Boba Fett⚠️)

The palace was large, but nothing Din hasn't seen before. After Fennec recruited him to help the two, he should've guessed they were going to have him has their guest. Fennec and Din both made their way down the stairs to the throne room, where Boba was sitting, with his helmet casted to the side.

"Djarin. How'd you find him?" His voice was low, and he kept his gaze on the other Mandalorian. A smirk appeared on the woman's face, and she stepped forward.

"Like I said, you just gotta know where to look," And she walked off, leaving the two alone in the throne room. Boba moved his gaze at her until she left the room, and returned his gaze to Din. The T visor kept was still faced at the hallway she had left, and eventually looked back at Boba.

"You do know you don't need to keep that helmet on, Mandalore is gone, and the Mandalorians as well," He stood up from his throne, looking at Dins beskar chest plate, his eyes roaming up and down his body. The burn on his leg hasn't been covered yet, but was treated. It still stung when he put pressure on his leg, but he hoped whatever Paz applied to his leg would be enough for it to heal all the way through. Bobas face twisted with concern, looking at the wound on his thigh.

"That burn hasn't been treated well enough, when did this happen?" Boba stepped down, forcing Din to take a step back from his original placement on front of the throne.

"It happened about a day ago, but it's healing. I'm fine," He looked down at his torn flight suit, and ran his hand along the scar, wincing beneath his helmet, inhaling sharply from the stinging pain. Boba was unconvinced, grabbing his arm gently, turning him around and leading him to his room to tend to the scar correctly. He led him through the doorway, pressing down on his beskar shoulder plates to get him to sit down. Boba ran his hand along his leg, delicately, not wanting to cause him any pain. He looked up at Din, his helmet still on, and he was looking back down at him. Boba rested his hand on the side of his helmet, his thumb slipping beneath it.

"May I?" Din was silent for a moment, and nodded. There was a click and a hiss, and his helmet was lifted, revealing his face. Strands of hair fell in front of his face, his eyes downwards, avoiding the direct eye contact with Boba. He placed his helmet on the bedside, and went back to healing his leg. Boba tore the clothing on his thigh to get to the burn openly.

"If I chase any pain, please tell me, Din," He sprayed something on it, paying close attention to Dins expressions for any pain, or discomfort. His leg only twitched, and he lightly but down on his thumb to get his mind off the painful sting.

"Relax, Beroya. I'd never hurt you on purpose," Boba said soothingly, covering huh leg with a patch, and he looked at Din.

"Thank you, I-...Appreciate your help, Boba." Din looked around, his eyes shifting until he was met with Bobas. He stood up, and sat next to Din, looking carefully at his face and eyes.

"Din, you know, I've always liked you. When I saw that Fennec brought you in, it reminded me of how much I truly did." He looked at Dins expression. He looked confused, lost, but calm, almost as if he was more relaxed after hearing Boba say those exact words.

"I guess I made it quite obvious myself. I didn't know that you actually- do you really?" His voice was small, like a great weight as about to be taken off his shoulders. Boba smiled, his hand returning to his leg, slowly roaming up his body. He ghosted his hand over his hip and waist, to his chin, where he tilted Dins head up from his tilted position, and leaned forward. His thumb rubbed sweet circles below his cheek, and Dins face began to heat up as the Mandalorian got closer.

"I would never let anyone hurt you, Din. You're under my protection now. I'll keep you safe until this is over, only if you consent..." Their faces were so close now that they could feel each others hot breath on their lips. Din gently grabbed the clothing under Bobas armor, and tugged him forward so their lips brushed against each other.

"I consent to your offer, Boba Fett."

"Good." Boba pressed his lips against Dins, and it felt like two puzzle pieces finally reconnecting. Bobas hand twisted in his hair, gently moving his hand down to his neck so he could tilt Dins head up. He pulled away long enough for a little laugh to escape Din.

"I love you, Din Djarin." Boba said, lovingly as he rested his hand on Dins cheek, and he leaned into his touch.

"Now that was cute," They both jumped from the sudden words, and they looked over at the door to see Fennec standing their, leaning against the wall. Din reached for his helmet, and his his face again, and stood up.

"Do you need something?" Boba question her random actions for abruptly walking in on them.

"Yes, actually. We have a visitor, don't know who, but he only said one name,

Din Djarin."

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Alr I'm just gonna pretend I didn't write this and that my life is completely normal

Next chapter won't be as loving, and innocent 🦶🧚‍♀️