#dinfennec

[multifandomnonsense]

Everyone on Tumblr seeing Din Djarin:

I don't ship all these but they are the most popular ones I've seen

Yes it's poorly edited. It wasn't meant to look good

[dad-galaxy]

Bought together + Don't separate them

[christopher-bryant]

Din: After I help you and Boba I have to go bathe in the mines on Mandalore.

Fennec: Why?

Din: Because thats where the living waters are and I have to bathe in them to become a Mandalorian again. Once my helmet was removed it made me no longer a Mando. This is how I restore my status.

Fennec: Who told you that you were no longer a Mandalorian?

Din: Another Mandalorian. But its in our rules. Once your helmet is off, you're no longer a Mandalorian.

Boba: Aren't you in possession of the dark saber?

Din: Yeah.

Boba: The blade that which won in combat, gives the weilder power over all things Mandalore? Including laws?

Din: Yeah.

Fennec: So since you are currently the ruler of Mandalore, can't you just do away with that rule?

Din: I don't think thats allowed.

Boba: Says who? You are the ruler of Mandalore and all things Mandalorian.

Din: Should I check with someone to make sure I can?

Fennec: Oh for kriffs sake. You are who you should check with!

Din: But laws, rules and creeds are set in place.

Boba: BY THE RULER OF MANDALORE!

[robinasnyder]

So, despite my raging fury at these last two episodes taking the main character out of The Book of Boba Fett, I gotta say the show really said "we're gonna give Din Shippers everything they want".

Din/Paz- the whole two scenes he showed up in before now involved him 1) being a dick and 2) using any excuse to get out of the house for a while on a Friday Night. So him surviving at all's a plus for this ship. Also, he bandaged Din up and then proceeded to be a dick again. Totally on point for their relationship thus far. Plus, you know, everyone being alive.

Din/Armorer- yep, someone's momma's favorite.

Din/Fennec- She knows his name! She has permission to use his name! They're happy to see each other!

Din/Luke- gotta love that co-parenting of a tiny Jedi-lorian!

Din/Ahsoka- legitimately trying to help Din and Grogu get what they need, even though it also hurts. (She also respects their bond and basically said they should stay together, so).

Din/Cobb- oh boy! Cobb's flirting immediately and hard. Din asks if he can buy him a drink.

Din/Boba- despite barely being shown together, the way Din reacts to Boba is very telling. He and Boba are square. Fennec offers him a job and good credits. Din comes to help as a *favor*. I don't know for sure, but it seems to me that every time before this when he's helping someone out it's because he's getting paid or they promised to help him if he helped them. He offers to bring in more people. He goes to Cobb Vanth and even says that he's asking for a favor. Boba isn't paying him. Din's doing this because he asked, and he's asking for a favor because Boba could use help. Just kill me.

[rskacreates]

THE URGE TO DRAW CERTAIN SHIPS JUST FOR CLOUT- IM LOOKING AT YOU DIN- YOU’RE THE MONEY MAKER FOR THIS STUFF LMAO

[asgardiansofthegalaxyvol3]

Alright I changed my mind

Fennec on one side of Boba’s throne, Cobb on the other (with new non Mandalorian armor), Boba relaxing in between them, and Din on his knees by their feet.

👀

[battlemastercoffeeco]

For more angst: does fennec ever get body dysmorphia bc of her stomach? Like she knows she’s not what she’s used to be, she doesn’t look the same, can’t even eat the same— she’s confident most of the time but sometimes late at night her partners find her staring at a mirror with a cold look on her face when she should be in bed

this ask got me all up in the feels, man 🥲 also got me thinking:

thus far, Paz is probably the only one who doesn't have some level of dysmorphia

like, we've got a trans character here; he has days where his body doesn't feel quite right tho for the most part he's gotten past that and is comfortable and happy with it

we have Fennec, who was modded (it was to save her life, but it was still non-consensual body modification). she passed out, probably expected to not wake up, then next thing she's got mechanical guts and all the complications that come with

we have Boba, who has lost his reflection, not just to time but to damage. he looks in the mirror and no longer see his father (if we're honest, that was always going to happen if he got older that Jango lived to be. but he could still see the similarities, maybe subconsciously pretended it was how his buir aged, too)

this was a really good ask, and definitely a topic I will be revisiting again bc its very relevant to Fennec's own bundle of angst (something i am obviously weak for 😆)

anyway, writing that idk how I feel abt yet below the cut 😕 I may scrap it entirely, or at least rewrite. def add more and more depth if I keep it.

"'shuh be'in beh..." Din says as he leans against the doorframe to the fresher. Fennec's eyes shift to his reflection into he mirror; sleep-mussed hair, face creased from being smushed into sheets or pillows or skin, eyes more shut than open. Din's arms are folded loosely, keeping himself contained and balanced upright rather than hiding, defensive.

The pose barely hides the age-faded scars on his chest, angled almost like echoes of his armor. Fennec's eyes trace them--so familiar and foreign.

"'s weird, huh?"

The words drag Fennec's gaze back up to meet brown eyes, more open now. Analyzing her, even half awake.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, glancing away. Her eyes catch on her own reflection again.

Din's sigh is soft and then arms are wrapping around Fennec, a chin settling on her shoulder.

"'s'kay," he mutters, head tipping against Fennec's. "I forget sometimes, too."

It's late. Din is still asleep enough he might not remember this conversation come morning. Fennec allows herself to settle into his arms, tilt her head against his cheek, almost a nuzzle. "How?"

"Mmh," is all she gets at first; the arms around her tighten, drawing her closer to the strong chest at her back as a cold nose tucks into her neck. A kitten lick, snuffling. A crackling, unpracticed purr.

"'s'like... a dream, I think," Din says, tone considering as his nose shifts up into Fennec's hair. She almost fits under his chin, like a child seeking comfort. Almost. "Sometimes... doesn't feel real. Like... like 'spect a'see s'mthn'else, still. Brain f'gets... body changes. Scars, wrinkles... changes." His shoulders barely shift, but she knows it's a shrug. "Y'r body'sa--a thing. Ship. Don' notice the dents 'til you do, 'n then s'all y'see. Flaws, faults. Self image... s'diff'nt n'a 'flection."

NOTE: this is NOT equating any dysphoria Din feels/felt to Fennec's non-con body modding. it's someone who has experienced brain-body dissonance to someone in the middle of working thru the same, and is reflective of some of my own experience. no one has the same experience, so if you personally feel differently, that's fine! you're welcome to discuss it in the notes, even. but don't come at me over this. this is me writing what I know from my own experience with both dysmorphia and dysphoria.

[padawansuggest]

I kinda want a FIC where Din apologizes for leaving Fennec with Toro Calican. Not cause it was his fault. He tried to be the one to watch her but Calican said no. I just want him to apologize and her just telling him that that’s what lead her to Boba and Din and now she’s a cyborg and has two boyfriends and a kid. She’s okay with life changes. They happen. But now she’s in a happier place with love. Din blushes lots and let’s her cuddle him while he’s all blushy and cute.

[quilltea]

Vampire AU (Din/Boba/Fennec)

Vampire AU with Din/Boba/Fennec. Little WIP bit :)

They’ll taste so good. So sweet. To sink his fangs into their skin and drink, feel the fluttering of their pulse in his mouth, and Maker the taste of blood from one in the throes of orgasm is unmatched by any worldly food. The cage muzzle doesn’t gag him, only stops him from biting, his mouth horribly empty with nothing to at least bite on. Their voices move around the bed and he can only let out a soft whimper.

“Boba,” he breathes out.

Their voices stop. Footsteps, and Boba’s blood scent, approach. A hand settles on the back of his shoulder and Din takes a deep breath, cuffed hands outstretched and knees tugged up. “Din,” Boba said.

“You can take it off.”

“Take what off.”

“The… this.” Din presses his cheek down to the bed, trying to point out the muzzle. “It’s… I’m fine.”

There’s a pause before Boba chuckles, and he slips his hand to the back of Din’s neck, slightly down to the front. But he keeps away from his jaw, away from his fangs, even when the muzzle is in place. Still like Din is a wild animal, and when he’s hungry enough, he might as well be. “Take this off,” he says. “After last time?”

[dad-galaxy]

[battlemastercoffeeco]

ÜPDATT!!

Fennec considers his words, a new part of the Din Djarin Mystery unfolding to provide further context. It... makes a certain amount of sense, in a brutally pragmatic way. It certainly explains at least part of why Din's idea of wound treatment boils down to "regain function as soon as possible, regardless of pain, aesthetics, or future ramifications."

It also speaks to his discomfort in the body he was born in. Fennec takes a mental note to check in on that when they're both more awake.

"Bed," she says eventually, when Din's weight begins to sag further onto her. He grunts and snuggles closer, leans harder, so she pinches his forearm where it's still wrapped just under her breasts. The pinch earns Fennec a pitiful whine, but Din's weight lifts off her back and onto his own feet. "Did you get up for a reason?" she asks him, turning in his arms. Din leans into the hand she lifts to card through his curls, the rusty purr crackling through his chest. "Do you need water? Fresher?"

"Need you, Fen," Din mutters before ducking his head for a kiss. Fennec indulges him with a sweet and lazy exchange, the sort they share in quiet moments of pure, simple affection.

"Then we should get to bed," she murmurs into his mouth, "before someone else needs us both."

Din hums happily, though he still whines when Fennec pushes him away. Taking his hand she leads them back into their bedroom. Low, dim light shows the hulking form of Paz on his side; Fennec knows Boba, for all his own considerable bulk, is eclipsed by their puppy's silhouette where he's tucked snug against Paz's back.

Din and Fenenc crawl back into the sheets as carefully as possible. On the far side, Boba snuffs and hums, shuffling minutely before dropping back into sleep. Paz startles them both by wrapping a thick, long arm around Fennec's waist and hauling her back to his chest, followed by him pulling Din against her front.

"'s'gud 'r bckhh..." he slurs, arm tightening briefly before relaxing with a deep, sleepy sigh. "Nee'r s'eep, Fv'nnh..." a jaw cracking yawn, his warm breath blowing across the top of her head. "'nuv 'ou..."

For more angst: does fennec ever get body dysmorphia bc of her stomach? Like she knows she’s not what she’s used to be, she doesn’t look the same, can’t even eat the same— she’s confident most of the time but sometimes late at night her partners find her staring at a mirror with a cold look on her face when she should be in bed

this ask got me all up in the feels, man 🥲 also got me thinking:

thus far, Paz is probably the only one who doesn't have some level of dysmorphia

like, we've got a trans character here; he has days where his body doesn't feel quite right tho for the most part he's gotten past that and is comfortable and happy with it

we have Fennec, who was modded (it was to save her life, but it was still non-consensual body modification). she passed out, probably expected to not wake up, then next thing she's got mechanical guts and all the complications that come with

we have Boba, who has lost his reflection, not just to time but to damage. he looks in the mirror and no longer see his father (if we're honest, that was always going to happen if he got older that Jango lived to be. but he could still see the similarities, maybe subconsciously pretended it was how his buir aged, too)

this was a really good ask, and definitely a topic I will be revisiting again bc its very relevant to Fennec's own bundle of angst (something i am obviously weak for 😆)

anyway, writing that idk how I feel abt yet below the cut 😕 I may scrap it entirely, or at least rewrite. def add more and more depth if I keep it.

"'shuh be'in beh..." Din says as he leans against the doorframe to the fresher. Fennec's eyes shift to his reflection into he mirror; sleep-mussed hair, face creased from being smushed into sheets or pillows or skin, eyes more shut than open. Din's arms are folded loosely, keeping himself contained and balanced upright rather than hiding, defensive.

The pose barely hides the age-faded scars on his chest, angled almost like echoes of his armor. Fennec's eyes trace them--so familiar and foreign.

"'s weird, huh?"

The words drag Fennec's gaze back up to meet brown eyes, more open now. Analyzing her, even half awake.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, glancing away. Her eyes catch on her own reflection again.

Din's sigh is soft and then arms are wrapping around Fennec, a chin settling on her shoulder.

"'s'kay," he mutters, head tipping against Fennec's. "I forget sometimes, too."

It's late. Din is still asleep enough he might not remember this conversation come morning. Fennec allows herself to settle into his arms, tilt her head against his cheek, almost a nuzzle. "How?"

"Mmh," is all she gets at first; the arms around her tighten, drawing her closer to the strong chest at her back as a cold nose tucks into her neck. A kitten lick, snuffling. A crackling, unpracticed purr.

"'s'like... a dream, I think," Din says, tone considering as his nose shifts up into Fennec's hair. She almost fits under his chin, like a child seeking comfort. Almost. "Sometimes... doesn't feel real. Like... like 'spect a'see s'mthn'else, still. Brain f'gets... body changes. Scars, wrinkles... changes." His shoulders barely shift, but she knows it's a shrug. "Y'r body'sa--a thing. Ship. Don' notice the dents 'til you do, 'n then s'all y'see. Flaws, faults. Self image... s'diff'nt n'a 'flection."

NOTE: this is NOT equating any dysphoria Din feels/felt to Fennec's non-con body modding. it's someone who has experienced brain-body dissonance to someone in the middle of working thru the same, and is reflective of some of my own experience. no one has the same experience, so if you personally feel differently, that's fine! you're welcome to discuss it in the notes, even. but don't come at me over this. this is me writing what I know from my own experience with both dysmorphia and dysphoria.