Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

The Kitchen Waltz

Requested by @dxn_djarxn

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of violence and death, Domestic Din, Fluff, Fluff, FLUFF OMG IM DEAD, unedited sry ;-;

Mandalorian x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2153 (After season 3 but not really following the show's plot. the ending is awkward but wtv)

Translation: Riduur = Spouse | Cyar'ika = Darling, Sweetheart, ect. |

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The door to your home slid open at your command, revealing everything you would have never imagined upon seeing the vicious Mandalorian all those years ago. But as you unbuckled your boots and laid down your blaster by the door, time stopped the moment your eyes locked with those of your riduur-to-be.

The soft caf brown of his irises melted you like honey, filling you with admirable love at the fact that this is what you would be able to come home to every night. A maskless man of your dreams capable of reciprocating your affections tenfold, willing to risk the galaxy for just a glimpse of your smile, knowing you'd do the exact same in a heartbeat.

You'd never get used to this magical feeling.

His smile upon your arrival was everything, and you were wrapped in his arms in seconds, inhaling his intoxicating scent like it was the only clean oxygen for light years. He cupped your cheek with a callused hand, bringing you back to smother your lips with meaningful kisses, peppering the rest of your face like an eager butterfly.

You giggled against his lips, tapping his nose before you strode to your shared bedroom, shrugging off your fraying jacket to set it across the chair, leaving you in a comfortable f/c tunic and corresponding braided belt. Stepping into the large room holding both the kitchen and living room, you approached the Mandalorian sitting at the kitchen table with his back to you, a trinket he was designing for the kid set out before him with tools and rags interchanging from his grip.

Gently you slid your arms around his neck, hugging him gently as you set a kiss against his unruly hair you loved to run your fingers through late at night. He hummed in acknowledgment of your presence, and a soft smile eased its way to your lips. Rubbing his shoulders lightly, you sat in the crafted chair beside him, watching him work with your chin in your hands, memorizing the way he pouted his lips and squinted his beautiful eyes in concentration.

"How was your day, darling?" You asked softly, rubbing away some blood that had stuck to your skin from the bounty you'd taken in today. You and Din took turns with the bounties Greef gave you so one of you was always with the kid, and neither of you had to go crazy with always staying home when you'd been bred to stay on the move. Din took a moment to respond, taking a pair of tweezers and using it to connect a wire to another dollop of glue, holding it in place.

"Good. I went out to the market with your list and got everything, then dropped Grogu off with Cara for the night. I've been bumping around the house though, cleaning our weapons cabinet and everything." His natural voice blessed you, and even something as simple as recounting the days events had you hanging onto every word. You weren't sure what spell he had on you, but you didn't mind in the slightest. 

"Thank you Din, I'm excited to test out this new recipe." You beamed.

"Of course. How about you, Cyar'ika? Did your bounty give you any trouble?" He asked, glancing up at you with smiling eyes. You grinned, both of you knowing how much you loved to share your war stories.