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Illicit Affairs - bfd!Joel Miller x Reader

I'm sure this has been wrote a million times, but Illicit Affairs is simply Joel. In this one, Sarah is 19 and reader is 21, the two having met in college. Warnings: smut, age-difference (both are of-age), bfd!Joel, general angst (18+, minors dni)

It started innocently enough, with lingering looks and grazing touches. Since you were constantly in his presence, it was easy. No one could fault your eyes from drifting towards him. Or his hands for brushing your waist when he passed by you in the kitchen. Sarah was there, through it all. Could you really be doing something so bad with her in the next room over?

You were his daughter's best friend, after all. Was it really that weird that you needed him to come over and fix your sink? He hadn't even hesitated when you called him. Hey kid, he had greeted you before dropping everything to come to your aid.

He had fixed it easily, the whole job taking no longer than half an hour. Even so, you were thankful for his help. You'd been the one to urge him to rest for a moment before heading back home. Joel could hardly say no when you started rubbing his aching shoulders.

He sat on the edge of the loveseat, not allowing himself to get too comfortable. You had been so close to him, standing between his knees, that his hands naturally fell to your waist.

He started gathering up the fabric of your dress so slowly that you didn't notice until he had pulled it past your waist, his hands softly touching your skin as the dress fell around him.

"I'm too old for you," he had said, hands rubbing up and down your now shivering frame as you undid his belt buckle.

"You're Sarah's best fucking friend," he said as his cock sprang out, already dripping precum.

"You're too good for me, baby," he moaned as you sank onto him, eliciting a moan of your own.

"So fucking perfect," he groaned as his hands dug into your hips, lifting you up and down on his cock.

You had said nothing, the only noise leaving your lips a symphony of moans, which only made Joel move faster. At some point, he had moved one of his thumbs to your core, rubbing circles at a speed that made your vision blur.

"Joel," was the only word that you could muster as your walls crashed around him, your orgasm violently ripping through you. You clenched around him so tightly that his own orgasm quickly followed, filling you with him. He was silent for a while, holding you flush against him.

"Oh, baby girl, what kind of trouble have you gotten us into?"

Things had been different after that. He was insatiable. You were a river and he was a man dying of thirst. Joel Miller hung onto your every fucking word like it was a prophecy. The only reason he wasn't deep inside of you every waking moment was his daughter. You were her best friend, after all. That didn't stop him from staring. Or laughing too hard at your jokes. Or sinking his fingers into you at the dinner table. But if Sarah left the room? Or spent the night out of the house?

You were fucking his.

He had taken you in every room of his home before you'd been with him for a month, just out of necessity. The first time had been in his kitchen, just long enough after Sarah had gone to bed to be in the clear. Joel had hoisted you onto the counter without a word before throwing your legs over his shoulder and sinking his tongue into your cunt. One of his hands held you to him while the other silenced your moans.

Next was the pool. Sarah had been spending the night with a friend and Joel took the opportunity to do the same. You had been in his pool many times before, and you'd caught him staring almost as many. This time when he saw the way the water glistened on your skin, he didn't have to look away. He jumped in after you, wrapped your legs around his waist, and fucked you until you screamed his name.

The last room he fucked you in was his bedroom. Sarah had called you to let you know she would be home late, and you'd promised to wait up for her. You didn't tell her that you were there anyway, or that her father had fucked you twice already that morning.

Somehow, you had lost track of time.

Joel heard her first, of course. He was familiar with the creaks and groans of his home, and he knew what Sarah's footsteps sounded like on the stairs. He held himself inside you and a hand over your mouth.

"Dad?" she called out. Joel paused. "I'm in here. About to take a shower." Sarah left for a moment, seemingly to your room across the hall. "Ugh, she said she was going to be here," she groaned. "I don't know, sweetheart. I ain't seen her today." Joel lied, hand still firmly over your mouth. "I'll call her I guess," Sarah huffed before retreating down the stairs.

This time, you moved quicker than Joel, grabbing your phone from his nightstand and turning it off. "Straight to voicemail!" Sarah's voice came a minute later. "Do you think she's okay?" "She probably fell asleep or somethin', Sarah. It's late." Sarah hesitated before sighing. "You're right. I'm gonna go to bed, then. Love you." "Love you, too."

"Make sure nobody sees you leave," he said softly. "Take my truck, I'll catch a ride with Tommy tomorrow. Say it's in the shop or somethin'." You nodded. "She'll be out this weekend. I'll bring it back then." "Just don't drive by the college. Don't want her to see you in it." Your heart sank with his words. "Of course."

You took the long way home and an even longer route back to Joel's that weekend.

Joel pulled away when you tried to kiss him.

"We can't do this anymore, baby," he told you, his hand still finding its way to the back of your neck. "Yes, we can, Joel. We'll be more careful. We'll just go to my place, instead," you argued, the set of his face not changing with any of your words. "I don't think so, baby. Sarah's a smart girl. She's going to figure us out sooner or later and when she does she's going to be heartbroken and angry. At both of us. I can't put either of you through that." "You don't get to decide what I can handle, Joel. I can handle Sarah's anger. She'll understand. I love you." Joel had scoffed. "You don't know what love is, kid." Anger filled your chest. "Don't call me kid." Joel laughed. "Why not? Compared to me you are a fucking kid. I'm an old man with a kid the same damn age as you. I can't give you what you need, baby." Tears filled your eyes. "Don't call me baby."

You took a step away from him, then. Just a step, and just a moment to gather yourself back together. "I don't care that you're old, Joel. I don't care that you're a dad, and I don't care that I'm your daughter's friend. I would ruin myself for you. And I would do it gladly. Because I love you. And I think you know that."

His eyes remained stormy and his jaw set. "Let me drive you home."

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Here's my updated masterlist!! Feel free to send in requests, I'd love to write them!

Masterlist

Cobra Kai:

No Mercy - (Terry Silver x Reader) - When an assailant breaks into your and Terry’s home, hell breaks loose.

Doctor Who:

Right Beside Me - (The Doctor x Reader) - You go through the many changes of the Doctor, learning to love him throughout his transformations.

Your Eyes - (The Doctor x Reader) - You’ve been with the Doctor through many changes, but this one is familiar.

The Gray Man:

Rescue - (Six x Reader) - (Part One) (Part Two) - Lloyd kidnaps you and your sister, Claire. Six rescues you and brings you to safety.

The Last of Us:

No Remorse - (Joel Miller x Reader) - Joel would do anything to save his girls. Anything.

The Mandalorian:

Lover - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You are a healer from a small planet, who joins the Mandalorian in his travels after a lucky meeting. 

Clan of Three - (Din Djarin x Reader) - Din extends the invitation to you to become a clan. 

Anything - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You comfort Din after the events that occur during Chapter 16. 

Caretaker - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You were the caretaker of the Child before a Mandalorian and a droid showed up and changed your world. 

Parents - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You co-parent the Child with Din and Luke.

Captive - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You were held captive on an Imperial ship until a weirdly dressed stormtrooper set you free. 

A Jedi - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You were a Jedi who left after realizing love was more important. When the Mandalorian is hurt, rage overcomes you. 

The Maze Runner:

You Left Me - (Gally x Reader) - You’re reunited with Gally after believing he died in the maze. 

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Italics indicate my favorites :) Updated: 3/13/2023

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No Remorse - Joel Miller x Reader

Joel would never apologize for the lengths he went to to protect his girls. That didn't stop his nightmares.

Every night before he went to sleep, he ensured his rifle was just to the right of the bed, well within his reach. He slept facing the doorway, with himself closest to it. The bedroom the two of you inhabited was on the first floor, closest to the entrance of the house. Ellie's was on the second floor - it was safer that way. Even though he made sure each firefly who wanted her brain were dead, he could never be too sure. She was his daughter, and he would tear the world apart to protect her.

He would tear it apart once more to save you. Joel's world shattered when he saw you under those two men. Ellie was able to free herself from David, but you weren't so lucky. The two captors easily overpowered you, caring not about the screams that filled the smoky air. They didn't relent until Joel put a bullet in their brains. He should have tortured them, he often confessed. Made them suffer just a fraction of the way they'd made you. But in the moment, all he cared about was getting you to safety.

Joel could never do more damage to this world than it had already done to his girls.

That might've been what made his decision so easy. You were nowhere to be found and Ellie was about to be killed. The decision to save her was the same as the decision to inhale. That was his Ellie on the table, his Ellie. That was the girl who told stupid puns and was far too inquisitive for her own good. That was the girl who never had someone to fight for her. Until now.

They had left you on the street, unconscious and alone. Joel had already loaded Ellie into the back of the sedan, so he took a moment to scan you for injuries. Other than the mark on your head from the butt of their gun, you were fine. Joel swore nothing like that would ever happen to his girls again. You were going to Tommy's, and nothing would stand in his way of getting you there.

You and Ellie woke at around the same time. It took everything in the man not to stop the car and sob. Somehow, you had all made it. Scarred and bloodied and bruised, but alive. Joel didn't tell either of you the truth about that day until much later. It was heartbreaking, but one look into Ellie's eyes and you knew you would have done the same thing. She was a child, and her life was more valuable than the world.

It took longer to convince Ellie of that fact. She locked herself away for weeks. You did your best to comfort her, but she needed time. One day she finally emerged, eyes still blotchy. She entered into your bedroom and crawled in between the two of you, as she did on particularly dreadful nights. "I wouldn't let them kill you either," she had sniffled, before getting wrapped in the tightest hug she'd ever received.

So on the nights when Joel was riddled with nightmares and plagued with the faces that were no more, he simply held on tighter to you and remembered that no one would hurt his girls ever again.

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No Mercy - Terry Silver x Reader

Prompt: You're Terry Silver's partner, who he loves more than anyone or anything else. When assailants break into your home, hell breaks lose.

Terry was at the dojo when they came, dressed in all black and brandishing guns, not swords. These were not the karate fighters he’d warned you of, no. These men were after much more than a dojo. Terry knew never to leave you alone, but the masked men were tearing through his guards far too easily. You watched on the security cameras as they dropped, one by one.

Another camera showed the dojo, filled with students and senseis alike. Outside the dojo, however, were the same masked men. A string of curses fell from your lips as you pulled your cell phone from your pocket, rapidly dialing in Terry's number. "Please pick up," you begged. You knew it was futile. He would never have his phone on him during lessons.

The moment you came into his life, Terry made sure that you were prepared for anything that might come your way. You knew where every safe room was in every property, as well as what weapons hid in their walls. Hidden in those walls were also panic buttons, each going straight to the police. And to Terry. You pulled your robe tighter around your frame as you prepared to leave the study. The closest safe room was at the end of the next hall over. You could make it easily.

Then, the screens went black.

They could be anywhere now - you had to move. With a deep breath, you threw the door open. The coast was clear for a moment, so you ran. You had almost made it when you saw them - two armed men ascending the staircase to your left - and they had definitely seen you. There was no way you could beat them. The door itself took at least five seconds to close and lock, and you didn't have even a second to spare. Still, you ran. As soon as you stepped inside, you ran your hands across the wall, until you finally found it. Your fingers just connected with the button as the men grabbed you.

"Let me go!" you screamed. "Quiet!" one of the men screamed, knocking the backside of his rifle into your stomach. You gasped for air, which took ages to finally meet your lungs. The man smiled. "That's better, sweetheart. You're going to tell us where Terrence keeps his valuables, then you're coming with us. I can't imagine the price he'll pay for his most valuable possession to be returned to him." "I'm not doing anything for you assholes," you seethed. The second man took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back sharply to look up at him. "We're not asking, princess."

The other man grabs one of Terry's katanas off of the wall. "Now we can't kill you, but we can hurt you enough to get you to obey." He drug the blade down your face slowly, drinking up the cries of pain he caused. "You're pretty little face isn't so pretty anymore, is it?" your captor asked, throwing you to the ground. "You'll kill me before I tell you anything," you said, spitting a mouthful of blood at their feet. The first man laughed. "I don't think so," he said, sharply connecting his boot to your chest. You let out a cry of pain. In your years on earth, no one had ever touched you like this. All you wanted was Terry to come home and save you. He was who filled your mind as the two men continued to kick you. You thought of his smile, his gentleness, his authority. These men wouldn't last a minute once he got here.

The men finally stopped, standing back to stare at your bruised and bloody form. "She's not going to tell us anything. Get her up." The man tried to pull you to your feet, but your legs couldn't support your weight, buckling beneath you. "Carry her, idiot!" the other man yelled. Your head fell back as your captor picked you up within his arms. "Let's get her out of here before Silver gets back."

Everything was blurry and distorted, but you heard his voice perfectly. “Let her go and I might let you live,” Terry spoke forcefully. You grimaced as you turned to see Terry pointing a gun at both of your captors. "My men and I have wiped the rest of your team out. You can either let her go or join them."

Neither men moved, with the first pointing his gun directly at Terry and the other holding on tightly to you. Without a second thought, Terry shot the first in the head, never breaking eye contact from you. He was bloody and worn, but he cared only about you. "Did he do this to you, angel?" he asked. You only nodded.

His eyes grew dark. "Set her down gently or you will be begging for mercy in your last moments." Your captor obliged, gently setting you on the ground. Once you were out of his arms, Terry kicked the man square in the chest, knocking him to the ground. "I might have let you live if you hadn't touched her," he growled, before unloading a single round of ammunition.

Terry had you in his arms not even a second later. "I'm so sorry," he repeated over and over, holding you ever so carefully. You shake your head, tears running down your face and neck. "It's not your fault, Terry. They were just so fast. I couldn't get to the saferoom in time." "That's not your fault, my love. I'll put in more saferooms. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. I don't want you caught in the crossfire between me and my enemies." "Terry, they were coming for me. They wanted to take me away for ransom."

His hands balled into fists as his jaw set. "Their deaths will be a lesson to anyone who thinks that's a good idea. No one who touches you will live, my angel. I promise you that."

Terry took a break from karate following the invasion. His senseis were skilled enough to run the dojo, and he wanted nothing more than to be at your side as you recovered. It was a rough recovery - not just on your body, but on your mind. There were many nights where you woke Terry up screaming. The first had been the scariest for both of you. "Let me go!" you screamed, pushing yourself up from the comfort of the silk sheets. Your hands fumbled for the light switch, but Terry beat you to it, already brandishing a gun he now kept in his bedside table. Your heartrate didn't calm even after a scan of the room showed no one but you and your love. "Nightmare," you finally croaked out, your throat raw and dry. "Come here," Terry urged after putting away his weapon. He held you within his strong arms. "I'll never let anything hurt you ever again. But that doesn't take away the pain you went through. It doesn't eliminate the fear." "Will I ever be okay again?" "Yes, in time. That's what your therapy sessions are for. To help you heal. But it takes time, my angel. I know that all too well." You took note of his quickened heartrate. "I'm sorry for scaring you." He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, careful to avoid the cut that was still healing. "Don't apologize."

Terry had mastered the art of calming you down. He knew that you were as safe as any one person could be. The day after the attack he doubled the size of your protection. You went nowhere without a host of armed guards. He had even been offered the protection of the other dojo in the valley and both of its senseis. The men who once hated your partner were now willing to put aside their rivalry to keep you safe. They both had families, they had told Terry. And they knew the fear that filled his veins.

He had also made sure any man involved in your attack was killed without mercy.

"Go back to sleep, my angel," he whispered after a long night of calming your nightmares. You pushed back against your love, savoring the comfort of him being completely wrapped around you. You sighed in contentment. "Thank you for always protecting me." Terry held you closer. "Thank you for staying."

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Your Eyes - The Doctor x Reader

SPOILERS for Jodie's final episode

Prompt: Changes are never easy, nor regenerations.

Tears poured down your reddened face, despite every attempt to wipe them away. "You have to change?" you asked, despite fully well knowing the answer. You'd been with the Doctor for three changes now, though it hadn't gotten any easier since the first time your Doctor left you. Each form left a different imprint on you. But her... it would be impossible to lose her.

"'Course I do", she said like it was the easiest thing in the world. "Just a flash and it'll be over." You shook your head. "It can't be over. You can't be over, Doctor. I love you." "And I won't be," she smiled as she pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "I'll just be different." "I can't take another different, Doctor. I know I said I could, but I can't. It hurts far too much to lose you over and over." A tear fell down her own cheek, which she quickly brushed away. "I wish I didn't have to put you through this. More than anything in the world. But it's already happening, I'm afraid."

You faced a look at her hands, which were already glowing gold, matching her eyes. She was more radiant than ever before, and you wanted nothing more than to escape into her arms. "I have to go now, darling. I'll be back in a heartbeat, just a tad different." In a rare moment of recklessness, she initiated contact, pulling you flush to her chest. Her lips were just an inch from yours and you felt her breaths quicken in her chest. The warmth of her hands seeped into your skin. "I'll never forget you, Doctor. This you. I'll love whoever comes out on the other side, but I will never forget us. I've loved every version of you from the first moment I met you, and I know that won't stop anytime soon." The Doctor finally closed the distance between you, indulging in every last inch of you. When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were tearstained. "I've got to go," she finally said. "You'll be safe in the Tardis." "I'm always safe with you, Doctor," you smiled through tears of your own. "And you'll be back in a second." She forced a smile. "Back in a second."

You didn't force yourself to stay in the console room and wait for the new face of the person you loved. Instead, you retreated to your room, accompanied only by your own thoughts. The room was clearly yours, with your favorite color displayed brightly on the walls and your belongings scattered anywhere they would fit. The Doctor had begun leaving her mark long ago. There were various gadgets you'd never be able to name mixed in with your things. Her clothes mingled with yours - even clothes from before she was her. You never had it in yourself to get rid of the pinstripe suit the Doctor wore when you first met him. Though you loved every variation of him, he was the one you fell in love with. He cared about you like no one ever had before and made you feel like the most special person in the universe. And in his eyes, you were.

You didn't leave your room until the banging started. You could hear the Doctor groan as he seemed to clamber around the console room. Yes, you thought, he. The Doctor's voice seemed distinctly male - a definite sign the regeneration was over. "Doctor?" you called, quickly making your way through the long hallways of the Tardis.

"Doctor," you said once more, barely processing the sight before you. There he stood, your Doctor, from all those years ago. His face was the same one he wore when he first met you, though slightly aged. It was though he never left. "Doctor?" Your name was honey on his lips, sweet, comforting, and familiar. It really was him. The same man you'd met when you were at your lowest. The same man who would burn down universes to keep you safe. The same man who vowed to love you no matter the changes.

You didn't have to run to him, as he already had you within his arms in a moment. "I never thought I'd see you again," you sobbed, clutching onto his suit coat. "You're still breathtaking," he breathed down your neck. "I know I saw you earlier, but this is a new set of eyes. An old new set of eyes," he smiled. "And I could look at you forever."

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Rescue Pt. 2 - Six x Reader

Part 1

Prompt: After Six saves you from Lloyd, he's charged with an even greater task - keeping you safe. (A/N: Reader is definitely an adult in this story, just fyi)

Once the lights of the city faded behind you, you allowed yourself to cry. Silent tears ran down your cheeks as you mourned the man that was in every way that mattered - your father. If Six had noticed your tears he was kind enough to give you privacy. His eyes remained locked on the horizon, one hand gripped tightly on the wheel and the other sitting comfortably above his gun.

"Where are we going?" Claire asked, her voice barely carrying over the crashing of the water. "Somewhere safe," Six responded. "This is my stop," the woman in the back spoke. Six obliged her command, pulling the boat as close to the surface as he dared before the woman jumped over, quickly emerging and swimming to shore. "Who was that?" you finally asked. "A friend of mine. Her name is Dani. She was the one who shot Lloyd." Your heart fluttered at the mention of his name, adrenaline coursing through your veins. "I should have thanked her." "We'll see her again. For now the only person I trust both of you with is myself."

You were only on the boat a little longer after dropping of Dani. You quickly transferred into a car, where Six drove into the morning. The sun sat high in the sky by the time you made it to your final destination - a manor in the hills. "What is this?" you asked, looking over the pristine exterior of the house. "It's yours. Donald left it for both you - completely off the books." "So no one knows we'll be here?" Claire asks. Six smiled down at her. "Not a soul."

Taking no chances, Six cleared the house before you entered. Upon his word, he showed you around the house. It was huge, with more than enough room for each of you. "Your uncle wanted you to be comfortable here. He hoped to move you here once everything calmed down," Six's voice caught, which he tried to cover with a clear of his throat. "Your bedrooms are down the hall."

It was clear that Fitz had been working on this safehouse for a while. Our rooms were almost exact copies of our original bedrooms, down to the bedding. He even took the liberty to stock the drawers with a few sets of clothes. It broke your heart that he even considered a possibility of you moving here with nothing but the clothes on your back. Still, you were grateful for the soft pajamas in the top drawer.

A soft knock on your drawer drew you back to reality. "Go ahead and clean up. I'm going to make sure all the security systems are fully functioning. I'll be right in the kitchen if you need me." "Thank you," you breathed.

The warm water of the shower shocked your cuts and burns, eliciting a small yelp. Typically, long showers were your favorite way to unwind. Today, however, you washed off quickly, taking extra care to clean your wounds. Each sting of the water brought memories of Lloyd - his dark eyes burnt into your memory.

You dressed quickly before going to the kitchen. Six sat at the table, reviewing the video from dozens of cameras surrounding the property. He sensed your presence immediately, giving you his full attention. Six quickly closed the distance between you, examining your face. "Does it still hurt?" he asked gently. "Just the burn," you admitted. "I figured," he spoke quietly, his fingers still lingering. "Let's get you fixed up." His hand settled on your back as he led you towards a bedroom you hadn't been in before.

"This is my room," he said, sensing your curiosity. "I don't know what I did to deserve Donald, but it definitely wasn't enough." "He trusted you more than anyone on this planet," you said as you sat on the plush bed. "He really cared about you, Six. We all do." Your voice wavered with the last three words, avoiding his eyes.

Six didn't respond, instead turning his full attention to your burn. He rubbed a cooling salve onto it, taking care not to press too hard. Still, his touch alone brought tears to your eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It's not your fault," you assured him. "It is. I never should have left." "Six, I-" you started, but he cut you off. "Court. My name is Court."

You finally met the man's eyes, red and puffy. "I don't want to hide anymore. I don't want to be a number they assigned me. I'm not just a pawn anymore." You stood, still not as tall as the man standing before you. Instinct took over, and you wrapped your arms tightly around his strong frame. "You were never just a number, Court." It took him a moment, but he finally embraced back, his body fully encapsulating yours. When he pulled away, he cupped the uninjured side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. "On my life, I will never let anyone hurt you again." "I know you won't. Our lives are in your hands, Court. And there is no place they'd be safer." He smiled gently. "Get some sleep."

Nightmares drew you from your rest, each one a new torture Lloyd was able to inflict on you. The last was particularly gruesome, with Lloyd making you watch as he slowly killed Court. You screamed for him to stop, to hurt you instead, but Lloyd only laughed before returning to his sick torture.

Suddenly, you shot up, awake. You drew in a sharp gasp, realizing that you were safe at home. Court sat before you, scanning you for injuries. "Are you okay?" he asked quickly. "I heard you scream." You clutched onto him tightly, nodding your head. "Nightmare," you choked out.

Court's body relaxed, releasing a long breath. "Sorry. I thought something happened to you." You laughed slightly. "Only in my dreams." "Well, I'll let you get back to sleep," he said, standing. You quickly grabbed his arm. "Stay with me," you begged. He hesitated. "You need rest, too. Claire is just next door and we will all be much safer if you're well-rested." Court sighed deeply. "Okay."

He kicked off his shoes and removed his suit jacket before climbing into your bed. You must have gotten a few hours of rest as the sun had darkened and he had had time to clean up. His blue eyes stared deeply into yours as he lay across from you. Even as he rested, he looked tense. "Court?" you asked. He hummed in response. "I want you to know that Claire isn't the only family I have left. Not as long as I have you." "I'm not going anywhere," he assured you. "In the time I've stayed with you, I've grown fond of your family." He paused. "Especially you." Your heart fluttered, though this time not from fear. "I'm fond of you, too. Court, I," you paused, your cheeks flushing. "Go on," he urges, gently raising your chin to meet him in the eyes again. "I love you." Court takes a shaky breath in. "It's been a while since someone said those words to me." "I mean them, with every bit of myself." "I love you," he whispered back. Then a bit stronger, "I love you."

This time, you closed the space, pressing your lips gently onto his. He held you flush to him, his grip tighter than you had ever felt it before. Electricity pulsed through your veins, every part of you wanting to be connected to him. Court's touch was rougher than before, each passing second bliss within his hands.

Your hands reached for the hem of his shirt, but his hand caught yours first. "Not tonight," he said breathlessly. You blushed fiercely, but he drew your eyes to his again. "Not because I don't want to, but because you need rest." You nodded, relaxing into his strong frame. As he held you close, you finally drifted off into sleep. This time, no nightmares interrupted.

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Rescue - Six x Reader

Prompt: When you and your sister, Claire, get kidnapped, your only hope of rescue is Six. TW: Foul language, abuse, murder

Nights like these had always terrified you. As you lay under the pale moonlight that had crept into your room, your mind raced. All you could think about was Six possibly bleeding out all alone. Or being tortured for information. Or a million other things that all crept through your mind.

This was only Six's second mission away from the safehouse. Both he and Fitz preferred him to be at home, protecting you and Claire. You were the only family he had left, and he would do whatever it took to protect both of you.

For the past two nights, Six had been gone. An assortment of guards filled the house in his absence, with at least one in eyesight at all times. You felt a sliver of reassurance at the thought that there was a guard right outside your doorway. Soon, Six would be back and the rest of your worry would dissipate. You were all too aware at the many attempts at your lives that had already taken place.

In the early hours of the morning, when the sun had just begin to peak through your blinds, you heard movement in the hallway. "Six," you asked, immediately rising to your feet. When your door finally opened, you screamed. Standing before you was not Six, instead two buff men dressed in all black, both fully armed. At their feet lay your bodyguard in a pool of blood.

You ran to the window, trying to pry it open, but the men were faster. A gun was at your back, the cold silver pushing into the exposed skin above your pajamas. "Let's go, pretty," the man breathed into your ear. You dared not yell for your sister, in hopes they would somehow miss her.

"I have the little one," another man yelled from the doorway, erasing any hope you had left. "Good," your captor said. "Knock 'em out." Without another word, something sharp pricked your neck, and the world went dark.

You woke up in a strange bed, in a strange bedroom. Ignoring the pounding in your skull, you walked to the window. Well-landscaped greenery stretched as far as you could see. There wasn't even another building in sight. "Good morning, sunshine. I was wondering when you'd wake up," a voice rang across the room. You turned to find a man smirking at you. Despite pulling off a double kidnapping, he didn't look a bit fazed. "Who are you?" you ask, a tinge of worry evident in your voice. "Lloyd Hansen," he smiles. "Ever heard of me?" You shake your head, which only causes him to chuckle slightly. He closes the space between you, running the back of his hand down your cheek. "Let's just say I make people disappear." You clenched your jaw. "And my sister and I, we're part of those people?" Lloyd laughed again. "Oh, no, sweetie. You're a bargaining chip. You two are making the important people play right into my hand." "And why are you telling me this?" "Just so you know how unimportant you are, in the grand scheme of things. So you better do as you're told." Without another word, Lloyd left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Food was delivered thrice a day, with a guard setting down a silver platter and, without a word, leaving again. In those days, you clung to the only hope you had - Six. He had taken care of you before and you thought, you knew, he cared about you. He had to. You cared for him. You quickly shook the thought out of your head. You cared about him. But it was more than that, wasn't it? In the months he had spent with you, you had grown to care for him.

When the door opened next, Lloyd was on the other side, visibly annoyed. "Good morning, princess. Brought you a friend," he said, pushing in your uncle. "Fitz," you cried, running into his warm embrace. "Hurry this up, both of you," Lloyd said, tapping his foot impatiently. "I have to prove that both of you are alive before I can start beating the answers out of the old man." You stood protectively in front of your uncle. "You're not going to hurt him." Lloyd sighed before picking you up and carrying you across the room, barely acknowledging your kicking and screaming. Another guard took your uncle away, leaving you alone with Lloyd once more. He dropped you onto an armchair, caging you in with his strong arms. "I don't think you're in a position to tell me what I can and can't do." "I hate you," you seethed. "You're such a fucking brat." You stared up at the man and, without thinking, spit. Lloyd reacted immediately, slapping the backside of this hand across your face, his rings tearing into your skin. "That's the kind of shit that will get you killed, princess." The pain didn't stop until he was long gone.

No one came until the next day, when both your sister and uncle were shoved into your room. "What happened to you?" Fitz asked, gently inspecting your bruised skin. "Lloyd," you breathed, starting at his bandaged hand. "What happened to you?" "Lloyd." Thankfully, Claire was unharmed. You spent the next few hours wrapped in your family's embrace, holding onto the only comfort you had in days.

When gunshots rang through the air, Fitz instructed both of you to hide. With every noise, your heart stopped and you clutched Claire closer, covering her eyes and ears. Suddenly, the door opened. "Took you long enough," Fitz spoke, relief lacing his voice. You finally gained enough courage to look up. At the doorway stood Six - bloody and bruised - but Six all the same.

His eyes softened when they met yours, then he saw your cheek. "Shit. What happened to you?" he asked, immediately rushing to your side. His fingers brushes the outline of the bruise, causing you to grimace slightly. His hand fell away immediately. "Lloyd, but I'm okay. I just want to go home." "Get Claire," Six instructed Fitz, keeping one arm securely around you.

Six led the way through the castle halls, only releasing his grip on you to shoot guards he met along the way. You didn't realize Lloyd's full force until you made it to the walkway. He stood on a walkway diagonal to you, a multitude of armed men on either side. Six and Fitz picked them off, finally making it to the end of the walkway. "We need to jump," Six said, his eyes scanning each possible exit way. The water was at least forty feet down, and your breath caught in your throat. "Six," Fitz called, "Keep my girls safe." You looked down at your uncle, who had collapsed a few feet back. A pool of blood soaked through his shirt. You rushed to his side, Claire right behind. "Come on, Fitz, stand up. We're going home," you cried, pulling on his arm. "I love you so much," he cried, holding onto both you and your sister. "Stay with Six. He'll take care of you." He looked at Six once more. "Give me a grenade." "No," Six said. "We're not leaving you." He tried applying pressure to his chest, but Fitz pushed him off. Another round of bullets ripped through the walls, raining debris on us. "Please," Fitz cried. "Take care of them."

Six dropped something at Fitz's side, then pulled Claire off of him. "Stop," she screamed. "Six, please!" "Go with him," Fitz urged, tears flowing down his cheeks. "Stay with him." "I will," you cried, placing one last kiss on your uncle's cheek. "I love you." "I love you too, kid," he breathed.

You turned back to Six, who was fighting to keep his hold on Claire. "Jump!" he screamed. Without a second thought, you jumped into the water below. Six was at your side when you surfaced, sputtering out water. "I've got you, let's go." You used every ounce of energy you had left to push through the water, until the grenade went off. Claire let out another scream, but Six was able to grab onto her, pulling her towards the shore. You pushed through the tears as you clamored onto the safety of the boat. Claire clung to you as Six started up the vessel. "Shh, it'll be okay," you soothed, fighting back your own tears. "Six is gonna get us out of here."

You looked up at Six, who was staring into the distance. "Stay down," he whispered, running off. You did as you were told until the gunshots started. Without thinking twice, you rummaged through everything on the boat, hoping to find anything that would help you. Your hand settled on metal as you pulled out a flare gun. "Stay here," you instructed as you ran in the direction of the fight. Six lay on the ground, Lloyd standing over him. He didn't see you yet, so it was easy to land the shot to his back. His entire body crumpled as the flare burned a hole in his skin. He cried out, only disarmed for a second before running at you. With all his force, he knocked you to the ground, grabbing the flare before pulling you against him. "Six," you yelled, immediately drawing his attention. Lloyd's pace quickened, pulling you into the maze.

He pulled you through endless corners and you immediately lost your sense of direction. "Six!" you cried out again, hoping to give him a way to find you. Lloyd immediately stopped, shoving you backwards into the wall. His hand gripped your throat, slowly cutting off your air supply. "I'm done messing around, sweetheart. Either you can it or I blow your pretty little head in." You nodded, causing him to release his hold on you. "Good girl."

When you made it to the center of the maze, Lloyd stopped running. He instead stood behind the fountain, flare pressed squarely to your temple. Six emerged moments later, gun pointed directly at Lloyd. "It's time we end this, don't you think? Give me the gun and I'll give you your girl." Six's position didn't change. "If your strategy depends on me not killing a woman then you need a new strategy." He withdrew the flare from your head long enough to fire a shot into the maze, immediately pressing the hot metal back onto your temple.

This pain was unlike anything you'd ever felt before - white hot. A scream cut through your throat as you clawed at Lloyd, aching for the pain to go away. Six took not a moment longer to disarm his gun, immediately throwing it into the fountain before you. "Cute. I meant loaded." "No one throws a loaded gun, Lloyd."

Six begins circling towards you, causing Lloyd to circle the other direction, pulling you with him. "You know, I normally wouldn't stick around at this point in the night. But you've been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning. I think I want to stick around for this one." Lloyd finally released his grip on you and you ran to Six, clinging onto him tightly. "Let me see your face," he whispered, pushing your hair behind your ear. He studied it gently before looking back at Lloyd.

With his arm still around you, he took a few steps to the right, circling the fountain once more. "You know what, Lloyd?" "What's that, sunshine?" "I might've let you live if you hadn't touched her." Lloyd's eyes darkened. "Take the shot." The bullets hit him before he could even flinch. "Let's go."

Claire was still on the boat, a woman now nestled beside her. "Let's get out of here," she panted. Six sat at the wheel, immediately hitting the gas. This time, nothing stopped you.

Part 2

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I'm not for sure if your request are open but by any chance can you do something with Ex-Jedi Y/N, Din, and Cara where Din gets injured and Y/N thinks he's dead and Y/N just goes berserk and slaughters everybody? If you do this thank you :)!

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A Jedi - Din Djarin x Reader

Request:  I'm not for sure if your request are open but by any chance can you do something with Ex-Jedi Y/N, Din, and Cara where Din gets injured and Y/N thinks he's dead and Y/N just goes berserk and slaughters everybody? If you do this thank you :)!

A Jedi will not take revenge. 

The Creed of what was left of your people echoed in my mind, the words burned into the deepest crevices of your mind. You had been raised by Jedi, your parents pawning you off as soon as your power became frightening to them. Of course, people will always be frightened by that which is unknown and limitlessly powerful. 

Thus, the Jedi created limits for themselves - a Creed to which each of you must follow blindly, no matter the cost. From the Creed, came the Code, and from the Code came lifelessness. Emotion and passion were the enemy - to fall in love was to betray your own kind. 

This was fine, until it wasn’t. The day you met the Mandalorian was the day the Creed became all but meaningless. Not that it mattered much - he had his own Creed, possibly even harsher than yours. You knew he saw nothing in you, but the something you saw in him was enough for you to realize that your rigid Creed was more about control than it was order. That was your last day as a Jedi. 

It had been two years since that day, and you lived life in the shadows, avoiding both the Empire and the Resistance. Your power drew both sides to you, each wanting it for themselves. 

The Mandalorian visited occasionally. On his last visit to you, he came with a Jedi himself.  “Grogu, is it?” you ask to the smiling Child, who only coos in response.  “Grogu?” Mando asks.  “That’s his name. He told me himself.”  “So, it’s true. He’s a Jedi.”  “No. Not all become Jedi. For now, he is simply strong with the Force, something I could help him with.”  “Join us then. Please.”  “I do have to warn you, my head comes with a price attached. Many people from this galaxy are hunting me.”  “Get in line.” 

All of this led to Grogu’s capture by the Empire. As you stormed their ship, your Creed came to you once more. A Jedi will not take revenge. The words echoed through your mind, over and over, intensifying as your saber cut through each stormtrooper. The bloodshed didn’t stop until the Mandalorian and the Child were both back within your arms. “Leave them,” he said under his breath, pulling you from the rest of the troopers. 

With Mando’s arm on your back and the Child in your arms, you let your guard down, if only for a second. In that one solitary second of tranquility, Mando let out a groan, his hand digging into your back for support, and then releasing. His body slumped to the group, a pool of crimson circling his torso. 

Grogu cried as you whipped around, face-to-face with an army of dark troopers. “Surrender,” the troopers cried, blasters pointed directly to your chest. Despite your effort, your eyes drifted back to Mando, laying lifeless to your side. 

In a second, your hand snapped to your waist, withdrawing your saber. Streams of light beamed from each side, striking down each blast the trooper’s shot. The light glided through their bodies - tearing down every last one who stood in your way until all that remained was a pile of armor. 

In the midst of your destruction, you crumple, clutching onto the Child as if he were your last tie to the Earth. Sobs raked through your body, each cry intensifying the pain ripping through your heart.  “There’s more coming,” a weak voice came from behind you.  “Mando?” you cried, pulling your body closer to his. You pressed your forehead to his helmet as he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around Grogu. “I thought you were dead.”  “I can tell,�� he said, causing you to laugh gently. “We need to get to the cockpit, now. Another flight of troopers are right outside.” 

The Mandalorian stood on his own, but required both of you to wrap around each other to support him as he limped to the safe spot. Cara let you in as soon as she saw you, rushing to help you. Mando sat, holding Grogu within his arms as he examined the ship’s security. “They’re here.” 

You withdrew your saber once more, drawing the attention of Cara and the other Mandalorians. “You’re a Jedi?” Cara asked.  “I was.” A Jedi will not take revenge. You winced. 

“Someone else is here, too,” Mando called, alerting you to the security feed. Another Jedi walked the halls, tearing through the troopers even easier than you had. “He’s coming this way.”  You took a step in front of the Mandalorian. “Let him in.” 

The door opened to reveal a man in a dark cloak, green saber drawn. A metal hand reached up to lower his cape. “Luke,” you stated, your own saber still drawn before you.  “I never thought I’d see you again,” Luke stated, words dripping in disdain.  “That was the plan.”  Cara raised her blaster at the man. “What do you want?” “I want to train Grogu,” he said. He stared into your eyes. “What I need is for you to come with me. It’s clear that you’ve strayed far from the ways of the Jedi.”  “I won’t. Grogu is fine within our care and I will never be a Jedi again.” 

Mando reached out, his hand rested on the small of your back. “You need to go with him.”  “You’re abandoning me, too?” you asked, tears burning your eyes. “Who am I kidding? You’re a Mandalorian, it’s practically in your blood.”  Mando stood, grabbing your arm. “And you’re a Jedi. Power, far too much of it, is in yours. You have to learn to control this anger built within you. Grogu needs someone there for him, and that person must be you.” 

You shook your arm out of the Mandalorian’s grasp. “Promise you’ll come back for me?” “I promise.” He placed Grogu in your arms, and with shaky hands, removed his helmet. He was sweaty and blood stained, but the look in his eyes was something you never would have imagined being behind that helmet. The Mandalorian was afraid. “I’ll be back for both of you.” 

With one small step, you were within the Mandalorian’s grasp, clutching him tightly. In one more betrayal of your Creed, you allowed passion to overtake you as you kissed him gently. His lips barely met yours, but electricity coursed through your veins. “Goodbye, Mando,” you whispered.  “Din,” he breathed. “My name is Din.” 

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I’ve updated my character list. Feel free to send in some requests!!

Character List

Instead of naming every character I can write for, I’ve filed them into their respective lists. If you are wondering if I write for a character not listed, feel free to send me a message!

Doctor Who

Doctors 9-13

Harry Potter

All imagines @myboipotterimagines​

Marvel

All imagines @myboiparkerimagines​

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson series

Heroes of Olympus series

Sherlock

Seasons 1-4

Stephen King

It

Doctor Sleep

Star Wars

Episodes 1-9

The Mandalorian

Stranger Things

Seasons 1, 2, 3

Umbrella Academy

Season 1, 2

The Maze Runner

The Maze Runner

The Scorch Trials

The Death Cure

Musicals

Mean Girls

Dear Evan Hansen

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You Left Me - Gally x Reader

Prompt: You’re reunited with Gally after believing he died in the maze

This follows the movies more than the books :)

“Gally?” The others had gone silent around you, uncomfortably aware of what his existence truly weighed on you.  “Hey, sweetheart,” he answered, the left corner of his mouth curling into a smile. The silence around you only lasted a second longer before erupting into chaos as you lunged at the man you thought dead. You landed a few sharp hits to his face and chest before Brenda and Newt were able to restrain you.  “You died in the maze!” you yelled at him, Newt still tightly holding onto your stomach.  “No, you left me for dead. There’s a difference,” he responded, taking one step closer to you. Your vision blurred as tears began to well and fall down your face. “I thought they would have captured you by now. I’ve been trying to get into WCKD for a year, because I wanted to get to you.” 

You shook Newt off of you, freeing yourself to take another step towards Gally. He stood inches away from you, close enough that you could hear the steady sound of his breathing. You could practically feel his heart beating, aching to be next to yours. With one more step, you fell into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He quickly wrapped his around you, clenching fistfuls of your hair with one hand while gripping into your shirt with the other.  “I thought I’d never see you again,” you cried, melting into his embrace.  “I knew I’d see you again,” he whispered. “I’d have no reason to live if I didn’t.” 

The knowledge of Gally being alive didn’t make the invasion of WCKD any easier. In fact, his existence complicated the situation, at least in your eyes. The hours waiting with Brenda were the longest of your life. Every explosion or gunshot was a dagger through you heart, a fatal reminder that your love could be in danger at any second. A week ago you agreed to the mission because you had nothing to live for, now fear strangled you as you realized you had everything to lose. 

When he got on the plane, you knew it was over. Win or lose, you had reached humanity’s final hour. Fire scourged the city, screams filled the once-silent night. Gally ran to you first, wrapping himself around you so tightly you forgot about the chaos around you, if only for a second. “He’s gone,” Gally whispered with a shaky voice.  “Newt?” you asked with a tightening throat. He only nodded and pulled you and your aching heart closer to his. 

Thomas’ arrival brought with it another loss - Theresa. The woman who was once your best friend died before your eyes, leaving you helpless to watch her demise. All you could do was retreat further back into the plane and hope that wherever you were going would be your final destination. 

It was pitch black when the you landed. Gally clung tight to you as you exited the plane, a mixture of fear and pair settled behind his eyes. “We’re okay now,” you whispered. He nodded, tears flooding from his eyes as he kissed you gently on the forehead. “Yeah, we are.” 

Vince led the uninjured to the housing area. Wooden huts scattered the area, each entrance lit with a torch. Vince smiled, “Each hut with a light on is empty. I’m giving you each possibly the first choice you’ve had in a while, but by far the last. First come, first serve.” Gally led you to the furthest back hut, nestled quaintly between the mountains and the shore. “This will do, don’t you think?” he asked.  “Where will I go?” you asked. The furthest cabin was a hundred yards away, at least.  “With me?” he asked, holding your hand within his. He pulled a piece of twine from his pocket, the circle of material frayed from use. “I’ve kept this with me every day since I left the glade. It was my only reminder of you, a symbol of hope that we’d be reunited again. If you’ll let me, I’d love never to leave your side again.”  You nodded, trying to hold back the ocean of tears behind your eyes. Gally smiled, the first one you’d seen in days, as he slipped the twine onto your ring finger. “Perfect,” he murmurs, before pulling you into a gentle kiss. 

You look out at the paradise you were now in and your heart fluttered. The once-lost love of your life stood beside you and you felt something you hadn’t felt in years - peace. “It really is.” 

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Masterlist

Cobra Kai:

No Mercy - (Terry Silver x Reader) - When an assailant breaks into your and Terry’s home, hell breaks loose.

Doctor Who:

Right Beside Me - (The Doctor x Reader) - You go through the many changes of the Doctor, learning to love him throughout his transformations.

Your Eyes - (The Doctor x Reader) - You’ve been with the Doctor through many changes, but this one is familiar.

The Gray Man:

Rescue - (Six x Reader) - (Part One) (Part Two) - Lloyd kidnaps you and your sister, Claire. Six rescues you and brings you to safety.

The Last of Us:

No Remorse - (Joel Miller x Reader) - Joel would do anything to save his girls. Anything.

The Mandalorian:

Lover - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You are a healer from a small planet, who joins the Mandalorian in his travels after a lucky meeting. 

Clan of Three - (Din Djarin x Reader) - Din extends the invitation to you to become a clan. 

Anything - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You comfort Din after the events that occur during Chapter 16. 

Caretaker - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You were the caretaker of the Child before a Mandalorian and a droid showed up and changed your world. 

Parents - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You co-parent the Child with Din and Luke.

Captive - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You were held captive on an Imperial ship until a weirdly dressed stormtrooper set you free. 

A Jedi - (Din Djarin x Reader) - You were a Jedi who left after realizing love was more important. When the Mandalorian is hurt, rage overcomes you. 

The Maze Runner:

You Left Me - (Gally x Reader) - You’re reunited with Gally after believing he died in the maze. 

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Italics indicate my favorites :) Updated: 3/13/2023

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hi!! could you please do a din djarin x reader fic with the “only one bed” prompt?? it’s super cliche i know but i feel like it would be so cute to see how he’d handle that situation

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Captive - Din Djarin x Reader

Request:  hi!! could you please do a din djarin x reader fic with the “only one bed” prompt?? it’s super cliche i know but i feel like it would be so cute to see how he’d handle that situation (A/N: This is my first request ever on this page! Thank you so much! :D. Also, this may be a part one)

You skin burned from the cold of the metallic bed stationed in your holding cell on the Imperial ship. The reason you were in this particular situation was still unknown to you, and the tears flowing from your eyes had long since ceased. You didn’t know how long you had been trapped within the metallic walls, but you figured it had been more month than one based on the food deliveries and the blood withdrawals. The two were staggered slightly, with the withdrawals coming first and food coming shortly after. Occasionally you received food alone, but it was often preceded by a needle. 

Why the troopers needed your blood, you had no clue. Maybe they lost too much in battle and there were hundreds of others like you being used as a bottomless tank of blood. 

Your days were long and excruciating. The troopers said no more to you then instructions, which was better than nothing. You had tried to strike up a conversation more than once, but eventually their silence made you give up. The rest of your days were filled with nothingness. The withdrawals made you weak, so you mostly slept. 

You sat up upon the hissing of your door, indicating that the troopers were about the enter. When the door pulled back completely you saw only one trooper, which first struck you as strange as they normally came in a pair. The second observation you made was even stranger - this trooper was dressed differently than the others. The third observation was simply alarming. The trooper pointed a blaster at you. “Where is he?” You raised your hands. “Where is who?” “The kid.”  “What are you talking about?”  “Alright, you’re coming with me.”  You protested as the trooper grabbed you by the arm, which still stung from the last round of withdrawals. Your protests quickly stopped as he pointed a blaster at your side. 

Once outside the small cell, you realized that it stood alone in the long hallway. Two troopers lay dead on the ground before you. “What’s going on?” The trooper did not respond, instead leading you to another hallway on the same floor. Two troopers stood alert in front of what you assumed to be another holding cell.  “Stay here,” the trooper said, his blaster finally leaving your side. You could have ran, but decided against it. Who knew how many troopers were stationed on this ship? Where would you even go? These questions left your mind as you saw the trooper quickly kill the other two and enter the holding facility. You weren’t sure if you even breathed before the trooper exited the cell, fighting against someone holding a glowing sword, which proved no match against the trooper’s spear. The man was eventually disarmed. “You’re sparing my life?” he asked, hands raised in surrender. “This should be interesting.” As the trooper restrained the man, he turned to you. “And what are you doing with the other?” “Haven’t decided yet.” 

The trooper then emerged from the holding cell once more with a green thing with huge ears, in a small beige coat. “What is that?” you asked, more intrigued now than afraid. No one answered you, though. Instead the trooper led all of you to what appeared to be the main area of the ship. Two more troopers were there, but their helmets were off, and they were women, which was nowhere near the strangest thing you’d seen that day. Two more women stood beside them, all heavily armed. Upon further inspection, some of the regularly dressed troopers lay on the ground, presumably dead. 

"What happened?” the one with short hair asked.  “He brought Gideon in alive, which means double the payment,” the woman with black hair stated, smiling at the trooper. “This one, however,” she stated, now looking at you, “I have no idea.”  “I thought she may know where the Child was. I was mistaken.”  You, however, were not what the first women was speaking of. Instead, her focus was on the glowing sword, now in the trooper’s hand. Why her interest was settled in that, you had no clue, as it didn’t even beat a simple spear. There were some rules about it, or something, but you found yourself unable to care. You finally tuned back into the conversation when they noted that dark troopers were coming. As if this day could get any more confusing. The trooper that freed you handed you the green kid before getting ready to fight. The child cooed up at you, reaching out for you gently. 

You realized the dark troopers were there by the pounding on the door. But, when the doors opened only one man stood before you. Once again, confusing, but nowhere near the most confusing thing to happen. The man ended up taking the child, who it seems the trooper came here to save. After giving the child permission to join the man in the cape, he finally removed his helmet, allowing the child one last look at him before leaving with the man and his droid. After studying the trooper’s face, you noticed tears threatening to spill over.

After the elevator closed, silence hung in the air for much longer than you would have imagined. “I can take Gideon,” the woman with black hair said, pulling the man to his feet. The trooper, helmet on once again, nodded. His body now turned to you and he extended a hand. “I’m sorry about earlier. I misunderstood your situation.”  “You’re not a stormtrooper are you?” “No. I’m Mandalorian,” the man said.  “Cool name.”  The woman holding Gideon laughed curtly. The man spoke up, once more, now leading you down a long hallway. “Not a name, it’s my people.”  “Oh,” you said simply. “Do you have a name?” “I do.”  The Mandalorian did not divulge further as he boarded the ship, extending a hand to help you in, as well.  “That doesn’t look like the kid to me,” a man said from the driver’s seat of the ship.  “Things got complicated,” the Mandalorian said, locking into the seat beside yours. 

“Do you have a name?” you asked the girl with black hair, now seated next to you.  She smiled. “Cara. And you?”  No one yet had cared to ask your name, you noted. Returning her smile, you gave her your name.  “So, how did you end up here?” she asked.  “I was a traveler, I guess. Didn’t really have anywhere I would call home. I landed on some planet I can’t remember the name of now and they just took me. I don’t really know why me. Maybe because I was just easy.”  “Well,” Cara said, “you’re safe now. Mando is known for taking in strays.” You looked to the man on your left. Mando, you thought. It was a bit better than just ‘the Mandalorian’. 

The ship dropped off the other two Mandalorians first, then you, Cara, her captive, and the Mandalorian.  “I’ll find a safe place for you tonight,” she told Mando, who simply nodded. You stood beside him still, grateful for each breath of fresh air you took.  The Mandalorian turned towards you. “You’ll stay with me for now. I can’t guarantee your safety otherwise. I have no idea if others will come for you.” “Others?” you ask.  “The Empire. We have no clue how wide their reach is on the galaxy. I can keep you safe while you’re in my protection.”  “Thank you.” 

When Cara returned she led you to a small hut on the edge of town. “I know it’s small, but it’s safe.” There was only one bed in addition to the wash room and dining area.  “Thank you, Cara. I’ll visit you tomorrow after sunrise.” Cara nodded, shutting the door behind her.  “You can have the bed,” the Mandalorian stated. “I’ll keep watch.”  “That won’t be necessary. You can have the bed. You have to be tired after everything that happened today. Besides, I’m used to sleeping on metal. Sand will be a happy substitute.”  “No. You’ll sleep on the bed. You’ve been captive for months and deserve to sleep comfortably tonight.” 

While you didn’t know the Mandalorian that well, you could already tell he was a bit stubborn. You had to admit that laying in a real bed was almost euphoric. The Mandalorian sat at the other side of the room, stationed in front of the only door.  “You could at least take your armor off and get comfortable. I’m sure Cara found us a really safe spot for at least tonight.”  “I don’t take this armor off. It’s part of my religion. Today,” the Mandalorian paused, considering his words. “Was an exception. I can’t fully explain all of it tonight.” 

As comfortable as the bed was, sleep still evaded you. “Mando?” you called, unsure that the man was even awake.  “Yes?” “You can sleep here. I’ll keep watch for a bit. I don’t think I can sleep after everything.”  “Keep trying.”  You sighed. “I’ve been trying for hours, at least one of us should get some sleep.”  “I’m not going to be able to sleep, either.”  You looked out into the darkness, your eyes barely focusing on the Mandalorian’s figure. “If we’re both not going to sleep, maybe you could join me?” When no answer came, you spoke again. “I haven’t seen anyone other than guards for months. Please?” Seeming to crack at your words, the Mandalorian joined you on the bed. He sat, back straight against the headboard and feet crossed at the ankles. You continued laying, but shifted to look up him. 

“Is this better?” he asked.  “Yeah.” Neither of you spoke for a moment. “Who was the little green guy?” “His name is Grogu. I saved him, and he saved me. I took him into my care and he became a son to me.” The Mandalorian paused. “He had to go away for awhile to get stronger. I left him with someone more equipped than me to help him.”  “I’m sorry,” you said, trying your best to comfort the armored man. “You just got him back, too.”  “Why did they capture you?” Mando asked, quickly changing the subject.  “Like I said, I have no clue. They took my blood, though. I don’t know why.” Your words caused the Mandalorian to sit straighter. “They took your blood?” “Yeah, every other day or so, I think. I didn’t really have a good grasp on time there.”  "Do you know what Jedi are?” You shook your head. “Other than that’s what you called the man who took Grogu.”  “The Jedi are a race with certain abilities that exceed that of an ordinary human. Grogu is one. That’s why Gideon took him. And you, I’m suspecting. Your blood has some kind of power to it, but that’s all I know.”  “I don’t have powers, though.”  “It’s just a theory.” 

Under his mask, you had no idea what the Mandalorian was thinking. He could just be joking and you took his words too literally. Either way, you dropped the subject. “Where do we go now?” “They destroyed my ship, so we have to wait for a new one to be built. I don’t know how long it will take.”  “Does Cara travel with you?” “No. She’s a Marshal and stationed on this planet. But, we’re close and both know the other will be available when needed.” “That’s nice,” you said, smiling gently. It had been ages since you had anything like that. 

Silence came again, sitting comfortably between the two of you. “I know you have no reason to trust me, but I promise I’ll keep you safe,” the Mandalorian spoke.  “I know you will. You could’ve killed me if you wanted to. No one would miss me.”  “You need to get some sleep, now,” he spoke after some time.  “You do, too.”  “Alright.” The Mandalorian sunk into the bed, laying on top of the blankets that covered you. “I’m facing the door, though.” 

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Parents - Din Djarin x Reader

Spoilers for about all of season 2. Don’t read if you haven’t finished season 2 of the Mandalorian. 

Prompt: In order for Grogu to train to the best of his ability, he is allowed to return to Din and you for short breaks. Basically co-parenting with Luke.

You never expected to be co-parenting with a Jedi. Parenting with Din alone had brought challenges you never would have expected, throw a space wizard into the mix and it was almost comical. 

“How far away are we now?” you ask from the passenger seat in the Razor Crest. Even after being rebuilt, Din kept the original name.  “Only fifteen parsecs now. Shouldn’t be too much longer.”  “This time felt so much longer than the last. I don’t know if I can do it if he needs to keep him any longer.” Grogu had been going to Luke’s training facility for months now and the time away from him was beginning to take a toll on both you and your partner. 

Din had already put on his armor, but left off his helmet. It was a gradual change, with him slowly becoming more comfortable with you. The early days of your love were far behind, along with the blindfolds you had to wear to hide the Mandalorian’s face from your sight. While not onboard the ship Din still wore his full armor, helmet included. Grogu and you were the only two he exposed himself to. One of the child’s favorite places to rest was cuddled into his father’s chest, only fabric now separating the two. 

“We’re here,” the Mandalorian said, parking the ship. You pressed your lips gently onto his forehead before lowering his helmet.  “Let’s get our kid.” 

Luke stood outside, holding Grogu in his arms. He was alert and excitedly watching the two of you.  “He trained well,” the Jedi said, a smile clearly present on his face.  “Good. What would you say his status is?” you asked as Din reached out for the child, who happily went into his arms.  “He’s progressing quicker than I imagined, but still has a lot of work done to be able to fully control his powers.”  “When do we need to bring him back,” Din asked.  “Two weeks.”  What? “It’s always been at least a month,” the Mandalorian protested.  “I know, but he’s progressing exceptionally fast and I fear prolonged periods not using his abilities will only weaken him. He needs to be with you for stability, but a shortened length is crucial to his training.”  Din sighed, pulling Grogu closer to his chest. “I understand. We’ll return in two weeks time.” 

Once the Razor Crest was safe and parked in a secure location, Din joined you and Grogu in the back of the ship where you tossed the child’s ball back and forth. Grogu, of course, did so with Force. Din sat across from you, placing the child comfortably in his lap. “You two having fun?” You smiled at your partner, who was now without his armor. “We always do.”  Grogu yawned before slumped into Din’s arms, a telltale sign that bedtime was not far away. “I think someone’s sleepy,” Din said, smiling down at his child. You yawned, causing him to laugh gently. “Maybe a few someones.” 

Tucking Grogu into his bed had become one of your favorite things. You knew that he was safe and loved and in your care again. Din would do anything to protect the two of you and you knew that aboard the Razor Crest was about the safest place a child could be. Thankfully, the other safest place was with Luke. Your heart warmed knowing that Grogu was protected by the two strongest people in the galaxy.  “Goodnight, baby,” you said, kissing Grogu on the forehead.  “Goodnight, kid,” Din joined, gently scratching the child’s ears. 

After crawling into bed, you were fast to voice your feelings. “I don’t want to give him back.”  “I don’t either. But that’s what we agreed to do. If we ever want him to be completely safe, we must continue his training. I can’t protect him from himself.”  You cuddled closer into Din’s chest, aching for the comfort you knew only he could give you. “I understand. I just miss him.”  “I do, too.” 

Two weeks went by quick. Once again, the three of you took the trip back to the Jedi training facility. You held Grogu tightly on your lap as Din manned the controls. The child clung to you. Luke once said that the first few days after returning were the worst. Grogu’s sadness would prevent him from training to his fullest capabilities. It got better as time passed, which was the main reason for the lengthened stays at his facility. 

As the three of you got off the ship you noticed that Luke was grinning larger than normal. “I have news.”  “What is it?” Din asked.  “We’ve recently updated the facilities and found room for you to stay with us.” “Safely,” he added.  “You want us to stay here?” you asked in disbelief.  “I do. It’s safe enough for you both to stay on site. I also believe that it will be beneficial for Grogu to have both of his parents with him.” 

After a brief chat, Din and you agreed to stay at the facility. Upon entering the gates you saw that Luke had been quite humble on his description of the base. Luke led you to your hut, which held two bedrooms alongside other necessary spaces. “Thank you,” the Mandalorian spoke.  “Grogu should be done with training by nightfall,” Luke said before leaving you and the Mandalorian alone in your temporary home.  Upon his leave, Din removed his helmet and pulled you to his chest in a tight embrace. You hugged him back, your emotion finally spilling over. 

When nightfall came, Luke appeared, holding a very worn-out Grogu in his hands. “He did well today. I’ll return for him at sunrise.”   “Thank you, Luke,” Din said, taking his half-asleep child from the Jedi’s arms.  The three of you ate together. Grogu wanted nothing more than to sleep but you fed him as he sat comfortable on Din’s lap. Once he started snoring you gave up, accepting defeat.  After quickly cleaning up, you put the child to sleep together, adoring the small smile present on his sleeping face. 

As you crawled into bed in your new home, you felt a contentment you hadn’t felt in many years. This is what it felt like to be a family. While it wasn’t a normal family, you got to spend your days with the two you loved most. “Din?” you asked, hoping the Mandalorian was still awake.  He rolled over to look at you. “Hmm?” “I love you.”  Din gave you a tired kiss, a small smile present on his lips. “I love you, too.” 

[myboipracticallyimagines]

Caretaker - Din Djarin x Reader

Prompt: You are the caretaker of the Child. When a Mandalorian and a droid walk in, you find yourself begging your life, as well of the life of the child. Goes through season one. 

Gunshots rang outside. This was nothing new. People had been coming for the Child for as long as you could remember. Layers of guards stood around you, protecting you from all angles. “Come on, one more bite,” you pleaded with the child, who was currently more occupied with the new noises than with his meal. 

“Well, I tried,” you said to only yourself as you sealed the lid on the child’s food. You tucked it into your bag and hoisted the Child into your lap. When the door busted open, you were slightly alarmed. No one normally made it past your ground defense. And no one had ever made it through them this quickly. You sank to the ground, holding the child tight to your chest. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. We’re gonna be fine.” 

The gunshots slowed, and then stopped all at once. You allowed yourself to peak out finally, finding yourself face to face to face with a Mandalorian and a droid. “Pleasedon’tshoot,” you said quickly, your words jumbled together and hands above your head.

“Who are you?” the Mandalorian asked.  “I’m the caretaker of the one you were sent here for.” “Caretaker? Our mark is fifty years old.”  “This species ages different,” you explain. “It’s only a child.” You slowly uncover the child, allowing them to see his face. For a moment, no one moves. Then, the droid points a blaster at you. “Please don’t!” you exclaim, before hearing a shot go off. 

After realizing that you were still alive, you slowly open your eyes to find the droid motionless on the ground. The Mandalorian extends a hand. “Let’s go.” 

After wading through mud, bartering, and rebuilding the Mandalorian’s ship, you had never been more ready to sleep in your life. You were covered in sweat and dirt, mud caked in your hair. 

“The wash room is this way,” he said, causing you to jump. He looked at you. “Sorry.” You followed the Mandalorian to his bathroom. He gave you a change of clothes, as well as a towel. 

Once under the running water, you allowed yourself to cry. Everyone you knew was gone, except for the Child. All killed at the hands of the man you were now entrusting with your life. You were forced to remember that you didn’t know him at all. Once the water started to lose its heat you got out, dressing in the baggy clothing the Mandalorian provided for you. 

He was waiting for you outside of the wash room, still in his uniform. “I should’ve let you go first. That looks really uncomfortable.”  “Here’s your room,” he motions to a small room with a singular cot pushed against the wall. “It’s normally a jail cell.”  “Will the child stay with me?” you ask, not seeing him anywhere.  “No, I have a holding cell for him,” he simply responded.  “Oh.”

Before you could get another word out, he was gone. He didn’t lock your door, which you figured was rather generous from your new friend. Hopefully friend was the right word to describe it. The Mandalorian had placed two blankets on your bed, both folded neatly. You quickly spread them out, clinging to their warmth. This was the first night in many years you wouldn’t be sleeping next to the Child. You had been caring for him since you yourself were a child. You, of course, outgrew him.  “Goodnight, baby, wherever you are,” you said to only the air. 

When you woke up you felt the ship moving beneath you. It took a while to adjust to the motion, but once you did it was almost calming. The Mandalorian had left you clothing to change into, which you obliged. You were most excited about the new socks than now shielded your feet from the icy metal of the ship. You made your way to the cabin of the ship where you found the Child already sitting behind the Mandalorian. “Good morning,” you said, picking up the child when he reached for you.  “Where are we going today?” you ask, noticing the man was already dressed in a full suit of armor.  “To a safe place.”  “Oh. Why the suit, then?” “What?” “You’re dressed in a full suit of armor. I thought we would be going somewhere dangerous.”  “This armor is part of my religion. I do not take it off in front of any other life form.”  “Oh.” 

The safe place in question had not been so safe after all. It seemed like everywhere the Mandalorian went soon turned hostile in his presence. Shaken from the experience, you slumped into the backseat of the Razor Crest, only half watching the Mandalorian use the controls. “It’s always like this?” “Not always. It only seems to have gotten worse now that I have him,” he said, motioning to the Child now seated comfortably on his lap.  “I think he likes you.” The Mandalorian did not reply. 

Everything seemed to come to a boiling point on Nevarro. You didn’t like the idea of using the Child as bait the kill the Client, but the Mandalorian’s mind was set. You were now trapped with the Mandalorian and two of his friends - without the Child. You had no training on blasters and were absolutely defenseless as the three of them tried to figure out a plan, which happened to be a sewer that couldn’t be opened. As both Cara and the Mandalorian pulled at the grate, the stormtroopers finished assembling a blaster. 

Panic had set in and you barely heard the words of the man about to end your life. The three people surrounding you listened intently to his words but you only caught pieces through your sobs. “-Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin.” You looked up at the Mandalorian through your tears and tried to search his face, but you were met only with metal.  “And, of course, the mercenary caretaker who the Mandalorian has chosen to spare only until he knows the Child is safe. Surrender and you can join him.” The rest of his words fell to deaf ears. He wouldn’t do that, would he? 

“I say we hear him out,” Greef Karga stated.  “We’re dead if we open that door,” Cara retorted.  “We’re dead if we don’t,” you said, a fire burning in your chest. You looked at the Mandalorian. “One way or another.”  “He’s manipulating you,” the Mandalorian spoke. “If I wanted you dead you wouldn’t be standing here.”  “You need me alive to care for the Child.”  “I could care for him on my own. I spared your life of my own free will.”  “Do you expect thanks for kidnapping me?” “Knock it off,” Cara seethed. “We are running out of time.” 

And you were. Moff Gideon, as the Mandalorian explained, was the man waiting to kill you. But, based on your current safety you knew that the Child was safe. Alone and scared, perhaps, but alive. 

Suddenly, the stormtroopers turned. 

And then fell. 

One by one the troopers were picked off by a droid carrying the Child. You wanted to run for him, which the Mandalorian could obviously tell. “Stay here.” Then to Cara, “cover me!” She did, of course, blasting down troopers one by one. You watched the Mandalorian from the window and tried to force down the worry from seeing him in such danger. 

Suddenly, the room was ablaze, the blast from the explosion sending you across the room. Your head met the concrete floors and pain rippled through your body. Before you could even crawl to a safer spot, stormtroopers had entered. After only a moment, Cara was in front of you, killing the two troopers before they had a chance to get to you. Then, she was gone. 

You let your eyes close for only a moment. When they opened, Cara stood over you, shaking you awake. You yelped as pain coursed through your body. “Alive,” she said, stepping back. Beside you now was the Mandalorian, in much worse shape than your own. “I’m not going to make it. Go,” he said, his voice raspy.  “Shut up. You just got your bell rung. You’ll be fine,” Cara said. You reached out for him, aching to take his pain away.  “Leave me.”  You pulled your hand from the Mandalorian’s neck, finding blood. “Mando you need to take your helmet off.”  His hands gripped onto yours, tightly. “No. You leave me.”  “You didn’t leave me for dead when we met and I will not leave you now.”  “Protect the Child.” The Mandalorian placed an object in your hand. “If you take this to the Mandalorian covert they will help you - they’ll keep you safe. Tell them it’s from Din Djarin.”  “No, I’m not leaving you here.”  “I’m not going to make it, and you know it.”  “Help me get him up,” Cara said. You moved to lift the man to his feet, but fire rained through the window, causing the three of you to drop.  “Protect the Child.” 

Another round of fire blazed, clearing to reveal a stormtrooper within your hideout. As it raised it’s blaster, you leapt for the Child, but fire did not come. You finally allowed yourself to look up and found the Child’s arms raised, shielding the flames from hitting you. Instead, the fire ricocheted back, casting the trooper through the door. You caught the child as he slumped back. The droid helped you to your feet. “Escape and protect the Child. I will stay with the Mandalorian.”  “I’m not leaving him.”  “We need to get out of here now,” Cara said. “If they get the Child it’s over for all of us.”  Sobs raked through your body as both Cara and Greef Karga led you to the grate. “Please keep him safe,” you called to the droid, hoping that your words meant anything. 

Once through the narrow tunnel you were met with an even larger tunnel, leading only to more darkness. You held the Child close to your chest, thankful for his safety. Suddenly, Greef Karga and Cara turned, pushing you behind them and drawing their blasters. But, no troopers came into the light. Only the droid accompanied by a limping Mandalorian. Cara ran to him, supporting his weight. “I’ve got you.” The child cooed, also very happy to see Mando. 

You walked behind the three humans, but before the droid. When you came upon a pile of armor, you were confused. But the Mandalorian, was not. He turned towards Greef. You had never heard the Mandalorian yell, but he screamed, “Did you do this? Did you?”  “It was not his fault,” a woman’s voice called. As she stepped into the light you could see that she, too, was Mandalorian. 

She was the Armorer, in fact. She led you to the Armory, where she began melting the abandoned armor. “Show me the one whose safety deemed such destruction.” You stepped forward, the Child still safely in your arms.  “This is the one that you hunted, then saved?” she asked.  “Yes,” Mando spoke. “The one that saved me, as well.”  “And you are?” she asked, now looking directly at you.  “I’m just the caretaker.”  “So I presume the three of you have been travelling together?” “Yes.”  “You, Din, are in possession of a foundling. By Creed, it is in your care.”  “You wish me to train this thing?” “No, it is far too weak. You must reunite it with its kind.”  “Where?” “That is for you to find out.” “You expect me to search the galaxy for its kind alone?” the Mandalorian asked.  “Not alone. The foundling is in the care of you and it’s caretaker. Until it is of age or reunited with its own kind, you are as its parents.” The Child looked up at you, and you placed a hand on the back of it’s neck, holding it tighter. “You are a clan of three.” 

Even after you had escaped the troopers and made it safely to the Razor Crest, those words rung in your ears - clan of three. You sat in the backseat of the cabin, holding the Child as Mando properly stationed the ship for the night.  “Mando,” you called once you could hear his footsteps approach you.  “Yes?” “What did the other Mandalorian mean by a clan of three?” Mando sighed and sat in his own chair turning towards you. “A clan is to the Mandalorians what family is to other races. It is a pact that cannot be broken. Ours is based on keeping the Child safe.”  “So we won’t be a clan once he’s back with his kind?” “Yes.” He paused. “And when that happens, I’m not going to kill you. You have my word that I will never harm you.”  “I know. I didn’t really think that you would. I was just scared.”  “I was, too. I didn’t think that the situation would escalate in that way.”  “I thought you were going to die.”  “I did, too.” The Child reached out for the Mandalorian, and you willingly handed him over. 

“I don’t know what I would do if you died.”  “Cara would take care of you, at least until you found somewhere you really wanted to settle. All of my credits are set to transfer to her when I die.”  “I don’t mean that. I just-” you paused, searching for any trace of emotion under the Mandalorian’s helmet. “If you died I don’t know how I would recover, emotionally.”  The Mandalorian did not speak for a moment, only moving slightly to cradle the now sleeping child. “I thought that I lost you today. You were laying motionless on the floor when they dragged me in and I thought that you were dead. I haven’t felt fear like that since I became a foundling.”  “I don’t want to lose you, Mando.”  “Din,” the Mandalorian interjected.  “What?” “My name is Din Djarin. I haven’t shared my name with anyone since I swore the Creed. I wish I would’ve been able to share that with you on my own, but Moff Gideon took that away from me.”  “Din Djarin, I don’t want to lose you. Even after the Child is reunited with his kind.”  “You are always welcome to stay with me. But, if you do you have to learn to hold your own. My life isn’t always like today, but you must be prepared for other days like this. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”  “I want to stay.” 

The child’s soft snores brought both of you back to reality. “We both need to get some sleep,” Din said, now standing.  “Can he stay with me tonight?” “The Child stays with me.” “Oh-” “You are free to, as well. With some precautions, of course.” 

You showered first, finding another set of clothes laying out of you. Beside the normal garments was a silky piece of fabric. “What is this?” you asked the Mandalorian once you emerged from the washroom.  “It’s a blindfold. So you don’t see my face.” Din grabbed the fabric from your hands and tied it around your eyes. “Can you see anything?” “No.”  “Good. I’ll help you get in bed and I’ll join you soon.” The Mandalorian guided you into the large bed, placing the warm blankets over your body. Then he was gone to shower. 

“Din?” you asked as the bed indented.  “I’m here.” His voice was different than it normally was. It was just as deep but not as robotic. You reached out for him and your hands met fabric rather than metal. You moved down to his hands, which were bare. His fingers intertwined with yours.  “I can’t believe you’re a real person under all that armor.” Din laughed. The sound was gentle and happy, something you didn’t often hear from the Mandalorian. You scooted closer until your chest touched his. “Is this okay?”  “Yes.”  After everything today you craved closeness to the man you feared dead only hours ago. The fear ignited something in you that you’d never felt before.  “Can I kiss you?” Din asked, voice barely above a whisper.  “Yes.” Din’s lips met yours and your chest ignited. Your hands wandered to his hair, aching for any touch the man could give. His hands remained on your waist, fingers gently digging into your skin. 

“Thank you for saving me,” you breathed.  “I think you saved me.” 

[myboipracticallyimagines]

Anything - Din Djarin x Reader

SPOILERS. SPOILERS. SPOILERS.  Please do NOT read if you haven’t finished season 2 of the Mandalorian. This baby is filled with spoilers, like literal quotes. Please don’t read if you’re not done. 

Prompt: Chapter 16, but the reader comforts Din. 

It was over. 

It was just over. 

You were saved, after all hope seemed lost. you held Grogu tight in your arms, tears still streaming down your face. Din had told you that this mission would be hard, but you went. He was your son and you would do anything to have him back. 

You flinched as the door flung open, but the Mandalorian stood still. You were still behind him, the safest place in the room. The man on the other side of the door had killed an entire army of Dark Troopers on his own. He now stood before you, his frame as still as Din’s. “Are you a Jedi?”

Your heart sunk. You knew the answer to the question before it even left the mouth of the caped man. Grogu peeked out at the man from within your clutch, an obvious connection already present between the two. “Come, little one,” the Jedi spoke to the Child - your son in all but blood. 

But as the man waited, Grogu did not move from his place in your arms. You had stopped clutching him now, allowing him free movement. “He doesn’t want to go with you,” Din said, still standing slightly in front of you.  “He wants your permission.” You looked up at Din, who was still staring at the Jedi before him. Grogu stared at the caped man, as well. From all you’d learned this past week you were sure they were having an unspoken conversation. “I will give my life to protect the Child, but he won’t be safe until he masters his abilities.” 

Your stomach turned. Grogu had done amazing things while with you and Din, saving both of your lives on more than one occasion. If he somehow lost control of those powers, it would be detrimental to more lives than your own. The same thought was surging through the mind of the Mandalorian. He now turned to you, gently taking the Child out of your arms. Before he was fully out of your grasp you grabbed Din’s forearm, halting his motions. “I love you, Grogu. This man is going to take good care of you. Make sure you’re really good for him.”

Grogu cooed at you, his head tilting slightly. You knew he understood your words, as well as the tears slowly streaming down your face. After a small kiss on the Child’s forehead, you released him over to Din, who held him slightly out from his body to look him straight in the eyes.  “Hey, go on. That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind.” Through the beskar armor you could still hear the pain in the mandalorian’s voice. “I’ll see you again. I promise.” Grogu reached out, his tiny hand settling on Din’s helmet. 

And, then, there was Din. 

The Mandalorian removed his helmet and allowed his son to look at him before leaving. In your many years by his side you had never seen his face. You wanted to study him and soak in every detail of him, but you averted your gaze out of respect for your love. His face was for the Child, your child. He reached out once more, finally touching Din’s face.  “All right, pal. It’s time to go.” Grogu whined, almost causing you to grab him back. You wanted nothing more than to shelter your child from the galaxy, but you knew this was the way. “Don’t be afraid.” 

Din did not hand him to Luke, instead placing him on the floor. Grogu gave one final look to both you and Din before joining the Jedi and his droid. The Child had always been curious and the bleeping droid had been enough to lure him over. You watched intently as the droid and Grogu interacted in a language of coos and beeps. Then, he chose to go. 

The Jedi carried him to the elevator where you watched as half of your world disappeared. The other half stood beside you, still watching his son being carried away. You refused to look at Din, instead choosing to lean into his side for both comfort and support. Once the doors to the elevator closed you broke down. You were sore and tired and beaten up, and Din was in worse shape than you. Sobs raked through your body.  “Not here,” Din said softly. 

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Once off the ship you found refuge in Nevarro. Cara had set you up in a hut until a new ship could be built. Din had money and connections, so it wouldn’t be too long, but you didn’t somewhere to crash for at least a few nights. All of your belongings had burned with the ship, including the blindfold you used to cover your eyes and allow Din to sleep next to you. For the time being you had cut off a thin piece of fabric from the tunic you were wearing, leaving the garment an inch shorter than the day prior. “I’m ready.” 

You laid on the bed and listened intently to sound of Din shedding his armor. You had memorized the routine long prior and knew exactly how long it would take for him to be in bed beside you. As the bed dipped you moved close to the man, desperate for his closeness.  “You don’t need that.”  “Din-,” your sentence stopped as you felt the Mandalorian’s touch on your forehead, gently pulling at the fabric. “Are you sure?” In response he pulled the blindfold entirely off, finally allowing you to view the face of the man you loved. Tears sprung to your eyes as you studied his features.  “You and Grogu are the two most important things to me. We are a clan, and I will treat us as such. I want you to know what I look like. I don’t want you to solely love a suit of armor.”  “But what about your Creed?” “Being a Mandalorian doesn’t mean not being able to love. I can’t fully love if I never show myself.”  “Din, I-I can’t believe this. I love you with all my soul. I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you did this.” You reached out and touched his face, getting drunk with closeness to your love. 

Din’s fingers trailed from your shoulders to the small of your back, pulling you flush to his body. “I would do anything for you and Grogu.” He paused, touching his forehead to yours. “Anything.”