Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Mind Games

Kinda requested by @gwenstacysbrokenback   

Warnings: Violence, Weapons, Blood, Injuries, Angst, Angst, ANGST, Death, Swearing, Fluff, Panic attack(?), Drowning, Suffocation, Claustrophobia, There may be some triggering scenes for different phobias or other stuff, be careful YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I'll probably edit this later

Mandalorian x GN! Reader

Word Count: 6705 (BRO 10.3K TY MY LOVELIES. The request comes in towards the end btw. My mind really ran away with this one...hehehehe longest one yet.)

Translation: Mesh'la = Beautiful/Handsome | Cyar'ika = Darling, Sweetheart, ect. | kar'ta = Heart |

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Your body laid among the lily pads and above the colorful fish swarming beneath the waters rippling surface, limbs splayed out and hair spooled around you like a glimmering halo. Your clothes were scattered across the sandy bay behind a cluster of bristling rods, your blaster pressed in the layers of cloth for safekeeping, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments.

The soft breeze of the forest was a pleasant contrast to the suns blazing rays pouring between the swaying leaves of the towering trees secluding this tranquil alcove from the rest of the distant galaxy, and a sigh breathed past your lips, your eyes closed as your skin soaked in the rare solace of being still. Calm. Relaxed.

The snap of a twig broke this lulling silence however, and you turned your head towards the sudden sound, one ear now succumbed to the blurry rush of the life thriving behind your back. A brash light poked through the interlaced trunks and vines of the wildwood. It was soon joined by a body, and the obscured visor embedded in the shining helmet. You smiled as the man tread through the water to you, broad shoulders tilting with each step and beskar practically glowing in the evenings light.

By the time he was at your side, both of your eyes were squinting against the bright sunlight and your cheeks hurt from the strain of your grin. His visor was trained on you as he slipped a bare hand under your neck, his other arm placed lightly on your stomach while he continued to stare, not a word spoken between you. The feeling was soft with calluses scratching at your exposed skin, but it was a welcome feeling like every other time.

Ever so slowly, the hand on your stomach crept up inch by inch to the base of your throat, and the one supporting your head followed to the other side. You furrowed your brows in confusion, kicking at the water to properly stand, but you were stuck.

With wide eyes you tried to speak, but your cries fell on deaf ears once he began to squeeze. Tighter and tighter, his thumbs pressed together against your esophagus until you were wheezing for air, fingers wrapped around his wrists for a brace against death, but these efforts were futile the more he pushed, eventually submerging your body beneath the surface, your vision dancing with the spots of suffocation and the reflective glare of life waving back at you.

Your feet barely splashed above the surface in a weak attempt to escape, and with every breath your lungs forced down, they were only killing themselves with the becomingly murky water taking away your time here second by second.

You were dying, your shocked brain realised. Murdered by the love of your life in such a quiet yet peaceful way that you wondered if it was real.

Your sight was spinning, waiting, leaving you quicker than you could comprehend as you stared into the vacant, unseeable eyes of your lover from above, the rays that once seemed to welcome you now flared behind him like the blazing fires of war, setting a beautifully upsetting silhouette of your last moments.