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@prolix-yuy Whiskey  Cognitive Dissonance

@write-and-buried Ezra  The Appreciation of Fine Liquor

@brandyllyn​ Ezra  Into the Shade

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@foli-vora​ Marcus P  Traitor

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Based on both decent and not so decent replies, I have made some changes to my original post below.

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Expectations

Din Djarin x Afab!reader

Word Count: 2,300

This is gift No. 2 for @pedrostories Secret Santa 2022 for the wonderful @prolix-yuy 🎁🎁🎅(Gift No. 1 here)

Her prompt was "Didn't go as expected"

Summary: Over time your employer becomes your lover. Din exceeds your expectations in every way possible. But when it comes time to finally see him...Din did not expect for you to be the one terrified to see his face.

A/N- for the sake of this story, the creed has no loop holes.

Warnings- 18+ mentions of fingering, oral and PiV. Injury. Time skips.

Din was never what you expected. When you went to work for him you expected the job to be short lived. He had a reputation in the guild for being the best but maybe not the most liked. You mistook his silence for callousness, when in fact, it was simply a sort of shyness.

"Are you afraid of me?" He flat out asked after weeks of you not mentioning things you needed, depriving yourself and keeping conversations short. He noticed.

"No. I don't know. I…I don't know…you're quiet and I don't want to piss you off. This is your ship, your rules, your credits." You sat in the dim hull on your makeshift bunk.

He shifts his weight before he speaks. "I'm used to being alone and I understand most people don't live as simply as I do. I'm worried…about you. We're partners now, I need to know if you need something."

Keeping things professional, you replied, "You're right. I'll be a better communicator. I'm sorry." But you were still surprised,"You worried about me?"

Din nodded, "I know you're here for your mechanical skills but I need you to have my back, can't do that if we're not…aligned. It gets dangerous out here." He motions between the two of you.

The next day you handed him a list and when you landed at your next stop he helped you get the supplies you needed for comfort.

It was so simple, but suddenly he was much less intimidating.

In those early days you did not expect him to be gentle. He was always so tough about his own injuries. He never even let you help him. You assumed he'd have a 'suck it up' type of attitude when you finally got your own that warranted assistance.

He heard you scream and he flung himself from the cockpit, down the ladder, to your side.

"What happened?" He was urgent.

You groaned through heavy breath, unable to answer. Unsteady on your feet.

"Look at me. Breathe. What happened?" He was calm, his hands rested on your shoulders. The timber of his voice grounded you.

"Soldering iron. I dropped it, tried to catch it, so stupid." You grunted. You shook.

"Let me see." He carefully pulled your clenched fist towards him. He attempted to uncurl your fingers. But the pain had your whole body in a knot. "Easy. Breathe easy."

You wavered and leaned into him, ready to lose consciousness. His voice was so gentle in your ear as he guided you to sit somewhere softer. Your eyes were shut tight as you rocked, trying to find a rhythm in the waves of searing pain in your hand that radiated up your arm, deep to the bone. You hardly noticed Din leave and return.

He spoke softly right in your ear. "Breathe steady okay. You're okay Kiddo. Look at me."

You opened one eye and looked into his visor, you mumbled, "Kiddo?"

"It just came out. What's that?" He pointed, you looked, drawing your attention away as he stealthily thrusted your hand into a bowl of something cool and slimy.

You squeaked but kept as still as you could. You leaned forward onto his metal chest. Your stomach lurched.

"You burnt the shit out of your hand. Dank farrik." He didn't sound angry, like you expected. He was concerned.

Tears fell silently down your cheeks.

His voice was comforting, protective, "Any better yet? Please say something, I hate seeing you cry."

You sniffled and looked at your hand that soaked in bacta. His hand absentmindedly rubbed your thigh before you watched him take his gloves off. He plunged his hands into the bowl of bacta and carefully uncurled your palm. You winced, "Ah!"

"Sorry, sorry, we need to make sure it makes contact."

You stared at his bare flesh.

"Did you think I was a different color?" He wiped the bacta off his hands with a towel. You could hear his smirk.

"I didn't think…I didn't think anything." You cleared your throat.

"I want you to lay down. Don't move your hand from this bowl." He brushed a stray tear off your cheek.

…

When the kid came along, that's when you finally got a full glimpse of the man behind the mask. You both needed no convincing it was the right thing to do. Saving Grogu. It didn't go as expected of course. He lost his tribe but he gained a clan. He gained patience. He didn't change so much as he revealed the paternal side that was always there.

…

Your first time didn't go as expected because it was unexpected. It just appeared, like arriving to a planet out of hyperspace. You knew where you were going, it'd been inching closer for months, but it still amazed you.

"The kid is asleep. Finally." You plopped down in the copilot seat.

"You're great with him." The streaks of hyperspace painted Dins armor. He watched you.

A slow smile crept over your face, "You're staring again Din."

"I know." He leaned back, his legs spread. His gloves were off. You both stared at each other in silence, calibrating your desires, synchronizing your heartbeats. In the silent void you found the invisible thread. It tied you to him and as though your body was on autopilot you found your way to his lap. His fingers slid into you as though it was their only purpose. Your mouth around his length was where it was always supposed to be. And when he finally entered you…the whole universe was an abstract concept except for the two of you.

…

Everything finally made sense. Except one thing. The Creed. Your love was clear, so you thought. But you had…a fear. You told Din one day you'd be ready. You'd let him show you his face. You expected to be ready but you're not and Din insists you are. You're on your way to Tython. He wants to show you now. The boy is sound asleep.

You're sobbing. The tears spill faster than you can mop them up. "I'm sorry. Din. I'm shallow. I'm a piece of shit."

His voice is low, "You're not. Don't say that. I..I just..I can't. My creed is my life and this is the way it is."

You want to rip your hair out, you pull on the flesh of your cheeks as you wipe away your tears. "What if…can I, maker it sounds dumb. Can I feel you? In the dark? Can I feel your face?"

"No. We've been over this."

"The only way, the only way, is if I vow to be the last person to see you? If you take off your helmet and show me, with my eyes or by touch, that's it. If I...perceive your face, I marry you or you're soulless and cast out?"

"Yes."

"How can you not see how cruel that is?!" You pace the hull. "You love me?"

"You know I do. You love me too. I know you're ready. Stop pacing!" Din raises his voice and clenches his fists.

"DON'T YELL AT ME!"

"I'M NOT! MAKER…" Din stops himself with silence. He fills the moment with a chuckle through his modulator.

"It's not funny."

"This isn't going how I expected," He huffs, "I'm supposed to be the nervous one here kiddo. I'm supposed to be scared." His hands rest on his hips.

"Aren't you?" Your face twists in wonder.

"No," he says with confidence. "What do you like? Tell me what you hope I look like."

You sniffle and stop pacing, "What?"

"You're a shallow piece of shit…" Din raises his hands, "Hey, your words. What do you like in a man, what is attractive to you?"

"What!? Really?"

"Really."

You sit on a crate and wipe at your drying tears. "You go first."

Din shifts and laughs under his breath. "Fine. Okay. I uh, I Iike green Twi'leks."

"Everyone likes green Twi'leks Din, they're beautiful people. Blonde, brunette, thin, fat…human Din." You roll your eyes.

"I don't have a type." Din flips his palms up and shrugs.

"That can't be true!"

He laughs as he speaks, "It is!"

You glare at him.

"You're my type." He crosses his arms.

You roll your eyes at him and try to hide your smile. "There isn't anything you can think of?"

Dins finger taps his elbow as he thinks, "Okay…well…Remember when you got your hair stuck in that rotator part and you had to cut it."

"Yeah?" You look at him confused.

"I thought you looked really beautiful with short hair. So…maybe that's a thing. But,I also like it this way. So…" He shrugs again, trailing off.

You shake your head, "How are you so impossibly sweet..." you sigh, "Din, that's too easy."

"Why?"

"Because hair is changeable. I can't change my nose or my eye color or the shape of my mouth. You'll be stuck with this face."

Din is quiet. He approaches and stands in-between your legs. His voice is soft through his modulator, "I don't want a different nose. I like your nose, your eyes…" you watch his hand and then close your eyes as his thumb grazes your lips.

"I like pale blue eyes," Din's hands rest on your thighs. "But I really love brown eyes. I like a full head of hair, sandy blonde or dark…mmm yeah, I like dark hair and brown eyes best," Your eyes are still closed. "I'm sorry but he's gotta have all his teeth."

"Benefit of the helmet, I have a perfect set and my nose has never been broken."

You open your eyes to meet his visor. You lean your forehead against his, "Din, I'm sorry. I'm just so scared of hurting your feelings and ruining your life. I wish appearance didn't matter to me, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Close your eyes again. Keep going."

"Ugh. How do you know? Fine. Thin lips creep me out. I love a strong nose. In fact a broken nose adds character…so…negative one point for you Mando," You feel Din back away from you.

"It's points now?"

"No, I guess not. I like a kind face, but I like strong features, and a strong jaw. I don't really like beards and messy whiskers all that much."

"But those things don't count right? That's changeable."

"Fair enough."

You hear a hiss and throw your hands up over your face and groan. "Din. Oh maker…Din." You start crying again into your palms. Your body shivers from the anxiety.

"You're the bravest, smartest woman I know," Din approaches and grabs your wrists carefully, "shush, come on, it's okay. Just touch. Okay? We'll go slow."

You steady your breathing, "okay…okay yeah, I can't believe this is happening. Okay," Din eases your fingers up.

"It's been awhile since I shaved…so, keep that in mind." Din brings your fingertips to his lips and he kisses them delicately.

You smile, you feel the grit of his whiskers, gasp and pull away.

"They won't hurt you."

Almost laughing, "Din I know..okay. I'm just gonna go for it." And with that you slap both palms onto his cheeks and he laughs. He pulls away and cackles. The tone of his laugh outside of the helmet makes you forget your fear.

He's wheezing, "Sorry, sorry, that was weird for me. This is…I'm a bit overwhelmed now."

And without realizing, you've opened your eyes. Din is catching his breath and looking to the ceiling. He's raking his fingers through his hair. His face is scrunched up to show all the lines around his deep brown eyes. His dark helmet hair sticks up at the crown.

"I'm an idiot," you say simply.

"You're…"Din looks from the ceiling, his eyes meeting yours,"not."

"I am."

Din stands frozen. He watches you watching him. Your tears fall silently now. Of course, this is the face that goes with that voice and that body.

You've patched him up. You've seen much of him. You've felt, most intimately almost all of him. Every part but where his creed forbids. That T visor has kept so much from you. You don't get to sleep by his side every night, you've never showered or swam together.

You raise your hands. You want to try again to feel his face. Din takes your cue and approaches.

You cup your palms over his whiskered cheeks. You swiped your index finger down the length of his nose.

Din closes his eyes, while you take him in with all your senses.

He wants to ask if he's what you expected. If you're willing to still love him. His mouth moves but no words come out. He tries again, "Am I…what you expected?"

You wrap your legs around his hips and run your fingers through his hair. You're excited, all the moments kept from you are in your future. "No."

"I'm sorry Kiddo."

"Why?"

"I'm not what you expected."

"Oh..oh Din. You're better." You laugh under your breath, "I'm sorry, I disrespected your creed, I get it...this is very profound. I'm unbelievably honored…unbelievably," You pull your legs around him tighter.

"You still love me?"

"For the rest of my life. I'll love this face, you, for the rest of my life." You kiss the tip of his nose and then his forehead, his cheeks. You drag your lips to meet his. He shivers. "Are you okay? Tell me."

Your foreheads touch as he nods, he speaks softly, "I…I really want to kiss you. But…"

You press your lips to his and take your time, kissing softly. You ease your tongue delicately in-between Din's lips and enter his mouth. Carefully he returns your favor. Your fingers weave into his hair as his beard scratches your face. You pull away, "But what?"

He smiles, "But nothing."

Masterlist

liberals really act like the average voter has more power than the president of the united states who could do a ton of things if he actually wanted to

SLICE HIS THROAT WITH A RUSTY CLEAVER

EARLYE IN THE MORNIN.

Mandalore Reunited? (spoilers)

After marinating in the ending of this season the last three days I think another issue I have is over how people are just... okay with the darksaber being destroyed that easily. I've seen people argue about the symbolism of it no longer being needed to reunite Mandalorians and lead, but I honestly think it'll do the opposite and I'll be surprised if I'm wrong with any upcoming season/show that reflects on the planet's future.

Bo-Katan led to the planet's current state after disagreeing with her pacifist sister on how they should rule the planet. For Satine, it was with peace. For Bo, it was through their warrior heritage. The problem with Bo now being Mand'alore after so long of trying is that... we still haven't seen her character growth. She hasn't atoned for what she's done nor has she been honest and open about her actions with the people who's about to rule. The show could/should have had Bo mention Satine and, in a single sentence, both honor her dead sister's wishes and show her growth by verbally confirming that she was going to lead by combining their ideas of democracy to form a perfect balance of both. Bo-Katan just last season was still racist with terroristic tendencies and that doesn't just... go away. There was a reason why her fleet abandoned her the moment she couldn't get back the darksaber for the Nth time.

So my problem overall with it is that we don't KNOW if Bo has reunited Mandalore yet. Lighting the forge, Axe battle crying his nationalistic pride, and the Mandalorian version of clapping doesn't equate to peace amongst Mandalorians. If anything, it reminded me of how we all united to help one another during and shortly after the horrors of 9/11. For a moment, we all were just people helping each other. Then came the surge of xenophobia and Islamophobia that presented itself in a way that we hadn't seen before and it only got worse since. Yes we had xenophobia, religious prejudice, and racism before; but everything after 9/11 just felt... different. More intense.

Will that happen with Mandalore? It may not. But I have a hard time believing, after so many years of division and prejudice, that the Mandalorians from Din's covert, Bo's fleet, and the Survivors would magically get along no problem. There's already Mandalorians, like the survivors, who were there before the Purge and their nostalgia may make accepting any different political outcome difficult. You have Bo's fleet who believe you have to be pureblood to rule or be considered a Mandalorian, and then you have Din's covert whose strict ideas of The Way are reminiscent of a spiritual community that anyone can be baptized into and not born into. If that were the case we wouldn't have wars or conflict, or even have future conflicts in Star Wars.

Are Mandos going to be okay with others not wearing their helmets all the time? Are Mandos going to be okay with sharing space with people who never take off their helmets? What is the weight of Ragnor's baptism for those not in the covert? And if there's no darksaber anymore to determine who the ruler is, then what are the plans moving forward for leadership? There's technically never been an established order of leadership, the planet had always been led by Warlords and Satine was (I believe) the first to inherit her father's titles after his death and that was extremely controversial. Paz and Axe couldn't even peacefully argue over a game of SW chess, it's naive to assume a moment of unification to take back a planet will erase that decades long prejudice. Not even Din has been able to get over his droid thing that he's had since he was a kid.

Honestly, putting it to words, I won't be surprised if this caused another civil war. The prior one was fought between the New Mandalorian peace movement and traditional nationalists (Satine vs Bo) and with three very different sects of Mandalorians uniting on the planet for the first time in years, I can't fathom the peace lasting long. I can't imagine people not arguing about what The Way is, or overcoming decades long prejudice and resentment after the purge all because they got a planet back.

It's sweet and idealistic to imagine this would be the case, Mandalore as a planet deserves it. Future Mandalorians deserve to not live under warlord leadership. But that would require Bo to not only overcome her own prejudices and the lack of patience she has for diplomacy (ex: the robot bar and the Ugnaughts), and it'll take time for us to see if she learned anything from Din and his people during her time with his covert. And although Bo not needing the darksaber to rule or unite the planet and its people is a sweet idea rich in symbolism, it's naive to accept it as a final truth when Mandalore and Bo-Katan's complex histories loom over the future of the planet regardless of turned leaves and open minds.

Again, I might be completely wrong. Maybe they took the easy way out and decided, for once, Star Wars can just leave out the Wars part regarding Mandalore? Maybe Bo did learn her lessons and with The Armorer she's able to find a middle ground for everyone? Maybe everyone is able to put things aside for the planet and won't need Din and Grogu to come and play diplomat between everyone again? I guess we'll see, and despite all of this, I am excited and curious to see the future of Mandalore moving forward in this show and others (and movies!) that take place in the future.

by Caducado

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