Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Him | Part 3

Part three requested by  @starwars10101 <3

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff...unedited, i think that's it

Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1116

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You had talked for hours, played with the child and held hands throughout the rest of the day, unaware of the setting sun outside.

By the time you checked the time, your eyes widened and your mouth gaped at the fact that you had spent over twelve hours with the Mandalorian, and it only felt like two. It made you think about your feelings for the man, and whether or not it would be worth it. Would you just be heartbroken and alone in the end? Or would it last, and you'd grow together, older and wiser, watch the child grow up and be the best bounty hunters in the galaxy? Is it worth the risk?

Looking back from your control panel, you saw him gazing at the child with what could only be described as love, the kid meeting his eyes beneath the helmet. You smiled, and your heart melted, leaking through the cracks of your soul and making it whole again. Yeah, it'd be worth a try. 

Noticing your discrete presence, he looked up, black visor snapping to your e/c eyes. You smiled at him, and walked into the room, sitting beside him.

"It's getting late." You said, leaning back on the couch. He nodded, making a move to get up.

"I guess we'll be going then." You jerked up a bit, holding a hand out in caution.

"I wouldn't advise that. Amare is enchanting and lively during the day, but at night...it transforms in a way." You warned. When he tilted his head, you hastened to add, "I have no doubt you can handle yourself, but...it'd be best not to risk it. You could...stay here, if you'd like?" You offered hesitantly.

"Are you sure?" He asked, slowly sitting back down. You nodded, smiling warmly.

"I have a spare pallet in the compartment next to mine." You said, pointing to it across the room. He nodded and seemed to relax,  holding the child in his arms.

"Alright, thank you." You smiled and shrugged.

"Anytime."

- ₪ -

You lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling, ripping the blanket off and on with each change of body temperature. You couldn't get comfortable, the fear of another pending nightmare overwhelming. Your fingers tapped a rhythmless beat, a soft hum leaving your lips as you conducted a song you'd heard once while on your travels, random thoughts popping in your head along the way.

What if...nah.

Maybe if you...no.

But what if he...? no.

Could he?

Would he?

Maybe.

Sitting up suddenly, you tore the blanket off your lap and got up, creeping through your semi-cluttered room. Sliding your door open, you walk up to his door, fist raised as if about to knock, but at the last second, lowered it and shook your head to yourself. Backing up to turn around, you run into a hard wall, a yelp/squeak sounding in the otherwise empty room. When had you put a wall there? 

Putting a hand up to catch yourself in the dark, you felt a soft fabric taught over a muscled surface.

There was no wall.

Or armor.

Your face flushed and your arm snapped back to your side as you tried to step back, only to run into his door.

"Er, uh, Good evening. Morning? Actually what time is it?" You mumbled, squinting up in the darkness to catch the glint of the Mandalorians visor.

"Half past three. What are you doing up?" His husky voice whispered. Your heart skipped a beat at the noise, and you took a moment to respond.

"Um, couldn't sleep." You muttered, staring at the outline of your feet. He hummed, and you just knew he had tilted his head, mind running as he looked at you. "What are you doing up?" You decided to ask when the silence became too much.

"Needed some water." Was his answer. You nodded, unsure if he could see.

"Well I should-"

"Would you like to-"

You spoke at the same time, stopping when you heard the others voice.

"You go first." He said.

"No, no, you." You insisted. A beat of silence.

"Would you like to...come in? Maybe talk? Or just hang out?" He suggested. You hesitated, glancing from him, to the door, and back to him, tired thoughts running on all gears.

"Sure. Yeah, that'd be nice." You smiled. You heard a crackled sigh of relief from his helmet, barely audible, but deafening in the nights quiet. You moved out of the way for the door to open, and both stepped inside, following the silhouettes and outlines of objects to avoid tripping. Eventually, you both sat on the bed, frozen for a minute. You heard the rustle of fabric and shifting of weight, so assumed he had laid down. 

"Will you keep the lights off?" He asked. You nodded, a bit confused, forgetting he couldn't see you.

"Yeah, they're too bright anyways." Soon after your response, you heard the hiss and whir of a mechanism, your confusion only growing. But then the thud of metal was heard, and he spoke again.

"How often do you get nightmares?" He asked. His voice wasn't low and filtered though. It was deep, yes, but it was also rich and held the gravelly tone of someone who just woke up. You smiled to yourself, replaying the sound in your head. Then you processed the question.

"Oh, just every...so...often." You had started confident, but feeling his stare in the abyss of night, dwindled in conviction. A warmth enveloped your hand, and you realised it was his hand. You held his hand firmly, leaning down closer to him, sleep suddenly pulling on your eyelids at is touch.

In this comfortable silence, there were soft, encouraging touches. The squeeze of a hand, the brush of a finger, a whispered reassurance. Somehow, you managed to be tucked under his revealed chin, the stubble tickling your skin pleasantly.

Now, maybe it was the sleep ridding yourself of your filter, or just your mouth running faster than your brain, but you ended up pulling away just enough to see the shape of his face in the dark. 

"I like you Mando. Like, a lot." You grinned, falling back on his chest. He took a deep breath, exhale fanning over your face while he seemed to digest your words.

"I like you too." He said after a few agonizing seconds of silence. "A lot." He added, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

"Good." You snuggled closer to him, consciousness evading you.

"And it's Din." He whispered into your hair. "Din Djarin." He felt your sleepy smile widen across his shirt.

"G'night, um, morning Din." You mumbled, and he felt you go limp against him. He smiled in the dark room, hands stroking gently through your hair, hope welling in his chest.

"G'night darling."