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Beskar Hearts
hiii!! i'm so sorry for taking so long to write this request :(
Din Djarin x fem!Reader
She/her pronouns used!
Anon request :)
Summary: After a long and grueling bounty hunt, the reader tries to engage Din Djarin in conversation, only to be met with coldness. Frustrated and hurt, the reader demands to be dropped off at the next destination. Din, realizing the gravity of his actions, begins to reveal his true feelings for her. Meanwhile, Grogu plays a pivotal role in bringing them closer together.
Beskar Hearts
The Razor Crest was a sanctuary of silence and shadows, the only sound being the hum of the ship's engines. You sat in the cockpit, eyes glancing out into the abyss of space. Din was seated beside you, his helmet obscuring his face as usual. The mission had been taxing, physically and mentally, and you had hoped for some comfort, some connection, but Din had been distant.
You took a deep breath, deciding to try once more. “It was a tough mission, huh? That last target almost got the jump on us.”
Din grunted in response, his fingers tapping away at the console. You frowned, the ache of isolation settling deeper into your bones. “Din, talk to me. We’ve been through so much together. Why are you shutting me out?”
He didn’t even turn his head. “I’m busy.”
Frustration bubbled up within you. “Busy? Busy ignoring me? We’re partners, Din. Or at least, I thought we were.”
His shoulders tensed, but he said nothing. The silence was deafening, a chasm opening between you. You stood, unable to contain your anger and hurt any longer. “If this is how it’s going to be, just drop me off at the next planet. I can’t keep doing this.”
Din’s head snapped towards you, surprise evident even through the helmet. “What?”
“You heard me,” you said, voice trembling. “I’m done.”
You stormed out of the cockpit, retreating to your quarters. Tears stung your eyes as you collapsed onto the small bed, emotions swirling. You had given so much, endured so much, and now it felt like you were nothing more than an unwanted burden.
Din sat frozen in the cockpit, your words echoing in his mind. He hadn’t meant to be cold, hadn’t realized how deeply his silence had cut you. The weight of his armor felt heavier, the confines of his helmet suffocating. He stared at the closed door you had walked through, heart pounding.
He had always been careful, always kept people at a distance. It was safer that way. But you had slipped through his defenses, had become someone he couldn’t imagine being without. The thought of you leaving was like a punch to the gut.
A soft cooing sound drew his attention. Grogu, the small green child who had become a part of their unconventional family, toddled into the cockpit, looking up at Din with wide, curious eyes. Grogu reached out with his tiny hand, patting Din’s leg as if sensing his turmoil.
Din knelt down, placing a gentle hand on Grogu’s head. “She’s upset,” he murmured. Grogu tilted his head, his large eyes seeming to understand more than a child should.
“I have to make this right,” Din said, more to himself than to Grogu. He stood, determination coursing through him. He made his way to your quarters, Grogu following close behind. Hesitating only for a moment, Din knocked. “Can I come in?”
There was no response. He took a deep breath and entered, finding you sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes red-rimmed. Grogu waddled over to you, climbing onto the bed and curling up beside you, his presence a small comfort.
“I’m sorry,” Din said, the words awkward and heavy. “I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you.”
You looked up at him, pain and anger in your gaze. “Sorry isn’t enough, Din. I can’t keep being treated like I don’t matter.”
“You do matter,” he said, voice softer. “More than you know.”
He stepped closer, though he kept his helmet on, the visor hiding his eyes. “I’m not good at this,” he admitted. “At talking, at… feelings. But you’re important to me. More important than anyone else has been.”
You blinked, surprised at the vulnerability in his voice. “Then why push me away?”
“Because I’m scared,” he said simply. “I’m scared of losing you, of getting too close and then losing everything. It’s easier to push you away than to face that fear.”
Tears welled up again, but this time they were different. You stood, closing the distance between you. “You won’t lose me, Din. But you have to let me in. We’re a team, remember?”
He nodded, reaching out to cup your cheek with his gloved hand. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I’ll try to be better. I don’t want you to leave.”
You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand grounding you. “I don’t want to leave. I just want to know that I matter to you.”
“You do,” he whispered, pulling you into a tender embrace. “You matter more than anything.”
Grogu cooed softly, nuzzling against you, his innocent presence a balm to both your wounded hearts. In that moment, the walls between you crumbled, and you found solace in each other’s arms. The journey ahead would still be fraught with challenges, but now, you knew you wouldn’t face them alone. Together, with Grogu by your side, you were stronger, and together, you would find your way.
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again, i apologize for having this so late!! thank you so much for the request as well, it really helps getting the creative juices flowing lol. i hope you love this as much as i did writing it!
I only know; Batman, Doc Ock, Matt Murdock, Mando and Moon Knight but the sentiment is still the same lol 😅
tbh
I love the Mandalorian language so much I can not fathom it
Well... if that's why, hopefully and in some appearance of one of the two they will tell us.
I need they tell us because if I don't die (个_个)
Look, listen, maybe I'm insane but perhaps the reason they only credited Steve Blum as Zeb is because they did not want to spoil that his last name is Kallus-Orrelios?!?!??
I definitely need a full fanfic for this (●♡∀♡)
AU- morderno (inspired by a scene from Despicable Me 2)
Din organized the birthday party Grogu and there is Omera with her daughter Winta. She is a friend of Din childhoodand and she always tries to trap Din with all manner of appointment combined with all kinds of men or woman.
During the party something is on fire and the sheriff in the town passes at that moment helping.
Having escaped danger Din and Grogu remain impressed and amazed by the Marshal for the matter of his for the kindness and understanding.
"Din Djarin" looks clumsy Din.
The Marshall shakes his hand, "Cobb Vanth".
"This is my son," she said the brown-eyed man placing his hands on the shoulders of his son.
Grogu looks Cobb with puppy eyes and would see him as a hero, "Are you single?".
Din turns red upon hearing his son's words and would like to hide from Cobb's beautiful eyes, while Omera is already planning a diabolical plan to bring together those two.
predictable La Belle Dame Sans Merci redraw
sparring (I should probably post them together too)
Sequel to last post, getting the hug they both deserve ;v;
Just discovered that another writer for this pairing has deleted their stuff on ao3, which is such a bummer. Fortunately I decided to download all the Caradin fics from ao3 the last time this happened, so I can still read it.
Feel free to send me a message if any of you can’t find a fic on there, I’ll see if I can help you out.
din: i need your help
cara dune: absolutely not
din: pl-
cara dune: FINE you’ve convinced me TWIST MY ARM why don’t you
Jedi AU Cara Dune, because why not.
I pictured her surviving Order 66 and the destruction of Alderaan and so, so full of angst over losing not one but two homes/cultures/people. But she fights on to help the Rebellion, willing to do almost anything to stop the Empire. I could see her doing her best to help Luke, but doesn't really feel like she would succeed as a teacher and mostly does so as a service to Princess Leia.
I picture a Jedi Cara being very combat focused; she was never the one she sent to deal with dumb Senators as non-aggressive negotiations are not her skill set. So her outfit is close-fitting, taking elements from Jedi garb and her original costume. She has no shocktrooper tattoo since she never joined the group and instead I added arm bands similar to those worn by some muay thai practitioners (because if a certain actress didn't get herself fired I would love to see her stuntwork take on an AU like this; Jedi Cara may have a lightsaber but definitely isn't afraid of a brawl).
Her lightsaber has a teal crystal and the hilt was originally crafted on Alderaan out of Alderaanian materials and is her only relic from her homeworld. The design was inspired by some in SWTOR.
helmetless Din sketch because why not?
Grogu probably did a neat Jedi trick to make him proud; or simply just existed
text because my handwriting sucks:
*Proud Dad Smile*
Cara: Ha ha! Careful, Mando, if I knew better I’d say you were smiling!
Din: *embarrassed Mandalorian noises*
Not pictured: Greef and Mythrol taking bets on the outcome
being a baby isn’t something you can just expect to get good at overnight
Image description under the cut
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With Eyes Undarkened
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Din hasn’t told anyone yet that the Armorer exiled him for removing his helmet, and finally confesses to Cara. Post-TBobF; Caradin. Also on AO3
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Din stared at the ceiling, perfectly content, idly playing with Cara’s hair between his fingers as she lay against his chest. He couldn’t see her right now because of the helmet’s limited range of vision, but he knew she looked so beautiful, a smile on her face, eyes half-lidded in post-coital bliss. Not for the first time, he wondered what she would look like without the visor between them, nothing altering his vision, just her unfiltered. And he wondered what she would think if she could see him, unmasked, no helmet to hide his face.
But he’d sworn the Creed. He’d sworn to never remove his helmet or have it removed by others. And he’d followed that vow religiously. Until…
Then you are a Mandalorian no more.
“She said I wasn’t a Mandalorian.”
“What?” Cara sat up a bit, enough that he could see her, her black hair cascading over her bare shoulders. “Bo-Katan being a piece of nerf dung again?”
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cara Dune/The Mandalorian (The Mandalorian TV), Baby Yoda & The Mandalorian (The Mandalorian TV), Baby Yoda (The Mandalorian TV) & Cara Dune Characters: The Mandalorian (The Mandalorian TV), Cara Dune, Baby Yoda (The Mandalorian TV) Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family, Feels Summary:
Cara likes to stand alone in the rain.
The Mandalorian never looks too long - at the clouds and sky as they weep and weep, yes - but not at her. It always seems too personal, too intimate to watch.
He doesn’t understand why.
Five Minutes
In response to a prompt from @sassygirl579, and a desire to write something short. I did it!! It’s a one shot!!
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Canon prompt: Din Djarin asks Cara Dune (with a engagement ring) for her hand in marriage. She, of course, says “yes”.
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TFW you remember that your initial reaction to Cara Dune was “Wow, guess someone thought Lucy Lawless was too old bc that’s some goddamned Xena Warrior Princess action right there.” And all I can do now is kind of laugh at that weirdness of that. I don’t even think anyone would notice if Lucy Lawless just showed up in S3. It would be business as usual and someone who hadn’t been paying attention might just wonder if the lighting was weird.
So yes, I’m totally on board with the Xena vs. Mando casting fantasy, even though I know that Cara will likely be written out due to unavoidable HR conclusions. (And no, I’m not going there with anyone…considering large portions of my professional background–e.g. real, grown up job–are directly related to HR, DEI, and employment law.) I will don my tin hat Mandalorian helmet and stan this fantasy recasting. By mentally editing Lucy Lawless into every Cara Dune scene, I still stan CaraDin. Because sometimes it just be like that with a ship.
And because I’m also a fic writer, I’m going to have an obligatory fanwank right here. I mean I’ve already admitted to embarrassing heteronormativity wrt this ship, so why the eff not. Let’s talk about how hot the casting choice of Lucy Lawless would be. Real, imagined, the stuff of utter wankery, and carrying the baggage of ten bazillion sexuality-confusing Xena fantasies from the 90s… But, I digress. Back to one of my favorite fandom tropes: Old People in Love. (There’s an imaginary song that goes with this.)
Related sidebar: My nascent Pedro Pascal obsession. Whooo Daddy. As I’ve pointed out in comments: we’re the same age. I should not react this way. Given my usual MOs, I should be completely turned off. I am a thousand percent sure I have probably seen him on the street or in a bar or in bodega at 3am getting a shitty coffee and a egg and cheese on a roll or that he’s been in my way to get to my seat the Metrograph or onto/off a train and I never effing noticed him. I should recoil in horror with my usual assessment of single men in their 40s, but there actually appears to genuinely be nothing wrong with him, so he clearly hung the moon. Again: whooo Daddy. It took Mando to get me here. I have negative interest in GoT. I just want to watch him Dad (that’s a verb) in other things.
Back to the wank: You know what’s hotter than a hot middle-aged man? A hot middle-aged man seeing eye to eye, deep in trust and respect with a hot middle-aged woman. A man who sees that the experience and fortitude he’s confronted with is deeply connected with the mature body in which it’s contained. Lucy Lawless would give us that with zero suspension of disbelief.
In my head, Din Djarin is already at the place of middle age where he’s surprised and pissed off that his body doesn’t work like he expects it to or remembers it doing. He’s not spending any time looking in the mirror or worrying about if the hot boys and girls think he looks old because those things are literally not The Way. He is raw power and devotion in a container. He is a camtono of faith and creed and detachment from the material. But because stuff is starting to change, he’s at the very beginnings of anxiety regarding the abstract concept of age and decrepitude, and that anxiety is deeply intertwined with Grogu, and the experience of taking on a foundling. Slowly becoming a father gives him peace and purpose and a way to honor the traditions of his people in a way that is deeper than performative devotion. Grogu gives him a legacy, and a safe way to settle into his body. Din will always have to provide, but no longer in the abstract.
A middle-aged Cara Dune powered by the divine fandom energy of Xena (e.g. Lucy Lawless) would have taken that first look at Mando oozing out of his International Harvester space pickup and into the Joe’s Krill Shack of Sorgan with a baby on his hip, and her immediate reaction would be “holy shit, he moves like a middle-aged man who’s been driving for eight hours.” That hot mud scuffle? Her internal monologue would be like “Why am I still doing this? My back hurts and his is even worse.” She’d clock every move he makes and she’d realize that yeah he’s a totally deadly mother fucking badass beroya, but that he isn’t young, and that he hurts all over, and that he’s so, so tired. She’d also look at all the places she’s been between Alderaan and the Rebellion and the fact that she’s laying low in a little shit river town in a backwater skughole and know immediately that whatever has a middle-aged man and his baby parking on the edge of town is a 1000% bad news. She would also 1000% thumb-wrestle him for a chance with Omera, but she knows that as good as it sounds, she’s not any more into the reality of it than he is and that being stuck with either of them would be really bad for Omera and Winta.
A middle-aged and self-aware Cara Dune would also do some powerful self-examination after her I See You moment with Mando. Even with the original casting choice, we get some of that, but the Cara Dune we get is mostly secure in her own baddassery and that she and Mando are meeting as equals. “Until our paths cross” is delivered with no innuendo or expectation. But I think a Cara Dune that’s a little more sun damaged and saggier in the tits is going to have a slightly different takeaway. She’s going to feel that physical anxiety too. She’s going to walk away from Mando knowing that they’re two people out there in the Outer Rim going it alone, and aging, alone, with no safety net. That all they’ve got is their bodies and their badassery and the hope that someday that there will be a big enough haul of credits to buy enough security to slow down and figure out the next steps. It’s a risky assumption about the sexual politics of the Star Wars universe to also suggest that a middle-aged Cara would also know that the stakes are different for men and women when thinking about next steps. But I also think that the introduction of Peli Motto underscores this. She’s a middle-aged woman (arguably teetering into the next stage of maturity), running a big repair hanger, alone, in a notorious space port on a mostly barren planet. Her concerns are kind of the same: how long can she keep doing what she’s doing and get by? At some level, this is arguably a central concern for a lot of Mandoverse types: Omera, Kuiil, Cobb Vanth, Greef Karga. They’re all people, alone, just sort of making ends meet. The only people who have anyone are Fennec and Fett (and oh, how I love this), and Bo-Katan’s crew who are suffused with the kind of energy that leads to fights in the Denny’s parking lot. Oh! And Mr. and Mrs. Frog Lady!
Maybe this is all my wank in general. That I’m projecting my own middle-aged worries (and powerful lust for a middle-aged man in his grizzliest incarnations) on Cara Dune. But Criminy, is it easier to imagine embodied by Lucy Lawless. Just thinking about a middle-aged Cara Dune who’s still strong in body and spirit having a long look at Mando and knowing, really knowing, that what’s inside that gorgeous, menacing can is a middle-aged man who is really and truly a stand-up dude who is living his life, literally in a container, going through exactly the same shit she is. (Trauma, I also see you.) The rest of it plays out pretty much the same. Of course the stakes change when any Cara Dune learns that the man in the can is Din Djarin, and then that the baby is Grogu. Names make it different. Names make it personal.
And also, given pan fandom math and actor math and accordant concepts of character ages, this middle-aged Cara Dune would actually be older than Din. And that’s kind of hot on a different level.
I could go on, but I won’t. That’s for the domain of fic. But there’s my half-baked fanwank. Mostly about the deep, bodily knowledge of middle age, and ultimately, mortality. That bodily knowledge just isn’t going to be…embodied via a casting choice that’s in the recognized prime of “mature” hotness. It takes something, someone older. Then again, it might also be that after all these years, I’m still a little in love with Xena, and thinking about the way that Xena would have aged. And that maybe I just want to see Xena carry Gabrielle again. Only this time, Gabrielle is a man named Din who’s the same size as Xena is and he’s wearing a helmet.
That is all.
Did anyone notice...
That Din Djarin doesn’t share his weapons with anyone but Cara?
He doesn’t normally like anyone even looking in his gun cabinet. He closes the cabinet door and threatens his horned teammate when the guy took a look. He carbonite-freezes that first bounty who snooped. He doesn’t seem to share any weapons with any of his teammates. But with Cara, he opens the gun cabinet for her, himself, before she even requests. And lets her pick any one she likes!
Weapons are part of a Mandalorian’s religion. I wonder if giving someone one of your weapons in Mandalorian culture is analogous to giving your girlfriend a necklace, or a bracelet, … or a ring? :)
Cara x Mando - Handholding enemies to handholding friends to handholding lovers(?)…
Disney you didn't warn us we gonna cry like bitches, OK?
#canyoujusthearmescreaming
Bo: oh, he's one of those mad creepe zealots
Death watch: helped Maul to got Manadalore and kill Satine
Bo: YoU DonT unDerStanD tHis Is dIfFernT
I'm back and it's a new year!😁
Okay I got a new sketch book and I did some sketches to get back into the swing of things. I wanted to show my progress, I'm trying to work on my anatomy and posings along with the dreaded hands.
Also if you're wondering why some sketches are blacked out it's be I did some sketches of someone else's oc and I didn't want to post it without their permission out of respect.