#pedro pascal is a beautiful man

[elfan22]

Beautiful Unknown Words

(Credit to gif owner)

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Beauty and the Beast AU

Summary:

Mando studying in the library, catching up on personal studies and you learn a bit about his culture.

Din Djarin/ the Mandalorian x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: fluff, hehe kissing, words in Mando'a, Din in Phantom of the Opera type clothing (I go feral for this style on men), speaking in Mando'a. I made this inspired by if Din was the Beast from Beauty and the Beast and now my friend wants me to write a whole ass fic about it so... We'll see 😏

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Your footsteps echo through the halls as you make your way to the library, pushing the giant door open slowly and wincing when the old wood creaks loudly.

You've been looking for Mando for ages, making your daily rounds around the castle as you search for him. The library was your last idea as to where he could be.

He does this sometimes... Disappears without saying anything or giving any clue to his whereabouts. It's as if he trusts you now... which he does, but he's refusing to admit it. The Mandalorian trusts that you won't run away from him. In fact, the idea of it doesn't cross his mind as much as it should, especially since you're technically being held here against your will.

No, Mando was content with your presence in his once-empty castle. What had once been a ginormous husk of what his life once was, the castle now seemed to glow softly whenever you entered the room. He had to rip his stare away whenever he caught himself, returning to whatever he had been doing before your arrival.

You let out a small huff of air as you push the door to the library open even further, peeking inside and giving it a quick scan.

"... Mando?"

You can hear the rustling of papers in the distance, as well as the scratch of pen against parchment, so you take a tentative step into the room.

Slowly closing the door behind you, you start to walk across the wooden floorboards as quietly as you can, wincing when they creak under your weight.

"Mando?"

The rustling of papers seem to pause for a moment, as if he had heard you but wasn't sure if he was hearing things. And then it resumed, scribbling faster than he was before.

Peeking around a bookshelf, you watch the Mandalorian sitting at the large table that stretched down the aisle. Papers are strewn about, covered in scratches of writing. Books are laid out and open as well, tabs decorating the pages with his notes.

He's paused in his writing, staring at a page in the book in front of him with a look of fierce concentration. Dark brown curls hung over his face as he hunched over it, observing the words written with great interest. His brows are knitted together as his dark eyes scan the pages. The man taps his pencil against his lip, along his tamed mustache, while a small frown of focus pulls at his lips.

Leaning against the bookshelf, your eyes seen to devour him as he reads. The sleeves of his ruffled shirt are rolled up to his elbows, careful not to get ink or markings on his clothing. The Mandalorian lowers his pencil from its position against his lip, scribbling something into the margins of the book in front of him.

He's in such a focused state, you're worried you're going to give him a scare if you move or say anything. You don't see him without his armor alot, and he's normally jumpier when he's without it.

How do I get his attention without scaring him?

"Whatcha doin?"

Mando startles, as you knew he would, his pencil leaving a stray mark on one of the pieces of parchment. His dark eyes fly up to meet yours in a panic, but they seem to settle back into calm once he's registered your presence.

"Did you have to sneak up on me?" Mando chastises, shaking his head in exasperation.

"I literally called your name multiple times," you smirk, making your way over to his side and peering down at the papers. "So, I'll repeat my question... Whatcha doin?"

"I'm..." You swear the slightest shade of red appears in his face. "I'm studying."

"Studying what?"

"Everything... Anything..." Mando brushes the curls out of his face, leaning back in his chair as he looks up at you.

"Yes, but what specifically at this time?" you tease.

"Language. And culture."

"Which language?"

"My... You are interested, aren't you?" His head cocks to the side, just as he always does whenever he wears the helmet, and you can feel a blush starting to spread over your face.

"I... I just... You were so invested and..." You fall silent, fiddling with a strand of your hair as a nervous habit. "... I'm sorry for interrupting you."

You're expecting him to be angry, just as he used to be when you had first arrived to his home.

But he just smiles, gesturing to the chair to his right with a nod of his head.

"Would you care to join me, cyar'ika?"

"Really?" You brighten at his invitation and the nickname, glancing at the chair as you let go of your strand of hair. He still hasn't told me what that means...

"Of course. Go ahead and choose anything," he says warmly, motioning to the endless bookshelves that surround him.

"Oh... Okay!" You spin around, heading further into the library as you make a beeline for your desired read.

"Oh..." Mando watches as you go, leaning forward to see you disappear behind the shelves. He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement at your quick departure and excitement.

You slide down an aisle, your boots skidding on the wooden floor as you slide to a halt in front of a beautiful display of bookspines. Your fingers trace the edges, murmuring the titles to yourself as you pick through. Beaming as you snatch up a book, you start to make your way back to Mando in a hurry, but skid to a halt when your eyes glance over a particular section of the library.

Languages.

You stand in between the aisles, staring at the rows and rows of books before slowly walking into one section. Your interest has spiked, and your eyes devour the varying names of languages and sentences written in different culture.

Rodian... Jawa...

There.

You pull the title from the shelf carefully, admiring it's worn leather cover, and start to flip through it as you walk back to Mando. The cover and pages are worn with time and use. Mando must've spent much time flipping through it in his studies, and you can even see some of his scribbles in the margins as you flip through.

Some were new, dark and bold, while others were faded and blurred from time and the rubbing of pages.

Settling down in the seat next to Mando, you set the books in a neat stack in front of you and start to flip through the first book you had grabbed off the shelf.

He looks up from his work, brushing specks off of his papers. His eyes sparkle with interest as he tilts his head to try to read the spines of the books you've chosen. You pull them closer to you, smirking as you tease him.

"Nosy much?"

"Hey, they're my books," he muses, to which you chuckle and look back at your book. "What'd you choose?"

"Well, I snagged Romeo and Juliet..."

"Romance," Mando scoffs, shaking his head.

"Hey! Give it a chance!"

"I'm not surprised that's what you chose," he snorts, looking back down at his work.

"I'm sorry?!" you cock your head, slightly offended by his remark.

"Well, all the heartache and... pining... and .... ugh..." Mando makes a face, mimicking a shiver running through his body.

"Rude," you frown. "It's a lot more than that, you know."

"I'm scared that if we continue down this conversation that I'll end up with a broken nose," Mando smirks, gesturing to the other book. "What else did you get?"

"Oh..." You set aside the romance novel, running your hand over the beautiful cover of the other book in your selection. "Mando'a."

The Mandalorian seems to freeze, his eyes flicking back and forth from the cover of the book to you. A mixture of confusion and surprise clouds his dark eyes, and eventually they train on you with an intense stare.

"Why... Why did you choose that?" he says hoarsely, clearing his throat.

"Well..." you sigh with a small smile. "You're always mumbling in the language and I never know what you're saying... And... well, it's your native language, right?... So, I wanted to learn."

Mando just stares at you, his mouth slightly ajar as he processes your words.

"You..." Your brow knits together in concern. "You okay?"

"Yes..." Mando shakes himself out of his stare, nervously glancing back at his work and flipping through the pages.

"Hm," you murmur, not believing him. "Okay." And you open the book on Mando'a, skimming the definitions and the pronunciations of certain words. You're too nervous to try to say them out loud, so you make a mental note to take the book back to your chambers later on.

Minutes tick by of you skimming the pages. Bits and pieces of Mandalorian culture litters the pages of the book, adding emphasis and explanation to certain words and phrases. There are even illustrations: one of a giant beast that was labeled as a mythosoar, and another of a hooded being wielding a blade made of light.

Jetiise.

You scan the page, intrigued by the weapon in the hooded person's hand, but Mando's constant glances your way is becoming very distracting.

You glance up to meet his eye, but Mando quickly looks away and back to his work, flipping a page to appear busy. Chuckling under your breath, you continue to read, observing the details in the art.

Multiple pages were dedicated to these... jetiise, and you eagerly started to read. The book depicted the warriors to have magical powers, and that there were multiple conflicts that occurred between the Mandalorians and the "Jedi". A war between the two groups inspired the arsenal of Mandalorian armor and weapons that could combat the Jedis' weapons of light and power.

You turn the page, eyes widening at the image that lays there. A man, dressed in darkness and armor and crimson, stood over a group of Jedi with a pointed staff in his hand. Words written in Mando'an symbols decorate the page, except for one phrase.

Mandalore the Great.

"That book holds the history of my people, as well as our language."

Mando's words startle you from your intense concentration, and you look up at him in shock.

He's watching the way you've hunched over the book with your chin in your palm as you read.

"It's been kept in this castle for many years... And is one of the last of it's kind," he says softly, eyes flicking to the etchings of symbols into the paper.

"Does it have the whole history?" you murmur, looking back down at the drawings of men and women in armor.

"No," Mando frowns. "No, it doesn't. My people are very few now. We were massacred."

"Oh.. oh, I'm so sorry," you whisper, looking up at him sadly. Guilt claws at your chest and you start to close the book. "And here I am... Reading about them and... I'm so sorry, Mando, I-"

"It's okay." Mando rests his hand over your own, and you stare at it as red colors your cheeks. "You didn't know... And it was a very long time ago. You have every right to read that." He shrugs. "And besides, it'll be interesting to see you try to speak Mando'a."

"Is that a challenge?" you tease with narrowed eyes. "You think I can't do it?"

"No," Mando chuckles, shaking his head as he closes his books and rises from his chair. "I do, cyar'ika. I just know it'll be entertaining to watch as you learn."

He puts his books under his arm, making his way around the table as he departs. "Have fun, mesh'la," Mando says warmly, offering you a smile that makes his eyes sparkle as he turns to leave the library.

You feel frozen as he leaves, his smile and words shaking you to your core.

Maker, I need to know what he's saying.

You glance back down at the book, flipping through it to find what you're looking for.

The words he had just uttered stand out to you from a page on names and other random phrases, and you trace them with your finger as you search for the terms you desire to know.

"Cyar'ika..." you murmur to yourself. "Cyar'ika... is that spelled with a c? I'm not-"

You pause when you see it.

"Cyar'ika... used for endearment and care... Direct translation..."

You blink, reading it one more time.

"Darling... or... sweetheart." The words leave your lips breathlessly as you read it over and over again.

You rip through the pages, looking for the other word that Mando has used so warmly upon his departure.

"Mesh'la..."

Your eyes start to water as you read the meaning, glancing up to stare at where Mando had disappeared. Shoving back your chair, you sprint for the door, not even processing what you're doing as you move. Your boots echo through the halls as you fly out of the doors of the library, skidding to a halt for a moment as you glance around to find Mando.

For the past few of months that you've lived in this castle, you've found yourself growing fond of the damaged Mandalorian, slowly understanding that his initial harshness was out of habit from his twisted past and not because of you.

And that fondness has grown into feelings... Feelings that you can't even begin to describe. Feelings you've never felt before.

Everytime you merely thought of him, warmth would flood your body. Everytime he spoke your name, you could feel yourself start to blush. Whenever his hand brushed over your own, or moved to stand close, you had to fight the urge to take his hand into your own or pull him into an embrace.

You had tried to shove it away, telling yourself that there's no way that you could love this man... He was a warrior... stone-hearted... Someone who kept his heart locked away inside a cage of ribs just as he's kept himself locked in this castle.

But now... After what he's just said... You can't deny it any longer.

"Mando!" You cry out when you see him down the hall, and he turns to look at you with an expression of confusion and surprise as your hurried footsteps echo through the halls.

You must look insane. Your hair whipping behind you and your dress doing the same.

"What are you-"

His words are interrupted when you ram into him, grabbing his face with your hands and bringing your lips to his.

His body freezes, and you can hear the thud of books hitting the floor as he drops them in shock.

Your heart starts to falter as he just stands there, and you start to pull away.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he returns the kiss. You can't help but sigh as Mando kisses you with both passion and tenderness. His hand travels up to hold your face while his other arm holds you against him tightly. You gasp when he deepens the kiss, his hand traveling to the nape of your neck as he groans your name against your lips.

Your own hands travel from his face to his hair, pulling him close so that there's no space between you.

You break away to breathe, resting your forehead against his as your heaving chests remained pressed together.

"You..." You're fighting to say your words without sounding like a fish gulping for air. "You called me... mesh'la."

"Yes," Mando whispers, his dark eyes shining. He sounds just as breathless as you and he leans in to press another soft kiss against your lips.

"Mesh'la... and... cyar'ika..."

"Maker, I love hearing you speak Mando'a," Mando breathes, his voice full of emotion.

"Did you mean it? Did you mean it, Mando?"

"Yes. Every word." His calloused hand caresses your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing your cheek bone. "And my name is Din."

"... Din." You blink up at him, processing what's happening.

"Yes, cyar'ika," Din chuckles, his dark curls falling into his eyes. "Din."

"... Hi, Din..." you whisper, almost timidly.

"Hello, my dear... so, I take it that book paid off," Din teases, eyes sparkling.

"I'm afraid it did," you giggle, pressing another kiss to his lips. "I must learn more."

"I can teach you, if you'd like..."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Din... I want to stay... Here... With you, in the castle..." you whisper nervously.

A giant smile decorates his face as he swoops down to kiss you again, taking your breath away.

"I want nothing more, mesh'la."

[celebh0ttie]

OSCAR ISAAC

[tightjeansjavi]

I just think that 🥺

look at those big baby cow eyes WAHH

[wispyfacedjoel]

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!!!!!😩😩😩

[boliv-jenta]

I'm equally in love with his 'I woke up like this' look and his 'the stylists woke up and chose violence' look.

[softiedingo]

Pedro "big brown eyes" Pascal

[soft-cryptids]

Joel Miller ___ more of my artworks: (x) you can support me on Ko-fi! (x)    

[wildemaven]

How are we feeling so far friends?! Don’t forget to hydrate!

[thefrogdalorian]

din djarin + dramatic entrances

[ladamedusoif]

I cannot do this any more.

Like: I literally just sat at my desk and said “I’m gonna fucking pass out”. Out loud.

Look at this beautiful man. Look. At. Him.

And what I really love about the vibes here? Is that he looks real, or something - not overly polished or a “character” or whatever. Like: himself? If that makes any sense. Sorry, I’m distracted and not functioning.

Also: YES CAMP COLLAR PATTERNED SHIRTS MORE PLEASE

Goddammit, sir, you are utterly gorgeous.

[mdawgswizzleinthehizzle]

pedro sent coco flowers for her hollywood beauty awards nomination 🥹

via coco’s instagram

[rosebarnes94]

[pedropascalito]

[iamasaddie]

a different version of details for @fandomwhored who was rightfully disappointed that i didn’t include pedro’s nose

[h0wdyydee]

POORLY DRAWN GROGU EVERYDAY UNTIL 2022 ENDS: DAY 188

something vaguely familiar about this guy idk........................

[boliv-jenta]

Pedro Pascal, looking like that, playing a rich guy is giving new meaning to 'eat the rich'.