You Are A Clan Of Two. — Chapter 8: Redemption ✶ THE MANDALORIAN

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Here is my collection of fanfic I’ve written. Almost all of it is Maul-centric.

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Din + hands (#for science) 

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This is so sweet.

"With a tightness in his chest, Din realized that the colorful painting in front of him was the closest he would ever get to see just how much his face was capable of lighting up whenever he laid eyes on his son."

OHHH MY HEART. 😭❤

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just a little somethin’ somethin’ i felt inspired to write yesterday based on this post by @mandowhorian​

imagine Din accepting a bounty for force sensitive artist reader and when he pulls up to her private studio it’s just filled of paintings of him with his mask off because she’s been getting visions of her soulmate..

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none (except for the fact that this is my first time writing anything star wars related so i just wanted to say my bad if it’s absolute f*cking swill)

After three exhausting weeks of tracking her across four different systems, Din had finally managed to locate his latest quarry. It turned out she’d been hiding on a very small moon along the outer rim that was mostly unoccupied except for a handful of villages that were scattered across its lush surface. The tiny hut she had taken refuge in was tucked away deep within the forest and nearly seven miles from the nearest settlement. It had been so well camouflaged by the nest of trees that surrounded it, that Din had almost missed it completely while stalking through the dense foliage clutching the tracking puck that was pinging loudly in his gloved hand. 

He’d found her crouched over and tending to the small garden that was planted behind her secluded home, so focused in digging her small hands through the fresh soil and seemingly oblivious to his silent approach until his large shadow eclipsed her kneeling form. The sight of which caused her to turn slowly and face him, only to be greeted by a blaster pointed directly between her eyes as his low modulated voice warned:

“Don’t move.”

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First painting of 2021! Renewal is a fitting theme, I think. 

Climbing Trees

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: Din is fascinated with you and your ability to make everything in life fun again. 

Word Count: 1k

Din loved you. With his entire heart, his whole being and soul, he loved you, and he knew it nearly from day one.

Well. Okay, he had his doubts. I mean, how could he even have known what love felt like? He’d never had someone like you before, never met someone so kind and so fun. You were full of life, and you taught him things he would have never learned without you. And when you were around, he swore the sun shone a little brighter.

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👑 Din Djarin 👑

warmth of you

summary: din djarin takes on an engineer to his new ship, trying to fill some of the emptiness that grogu left behind. he’s surprised to find that you’re filling all the other missing pieces of him, as well.

rating: E (warnings: SMUT; this is the softest, possibly most wholesome smut i’ve ever written, but it’s still smut. PIV, girl on top, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, kissing [the kissingggggg]; self-doubt, some angst, FLUFF THO)

pairing: din djarin x fem reader

word count: ~3900

note: SHOUTOUT as always to @starlightmornings for betaing. also, to @charnelhouse, @wyn-dixie, and @danniburgh for being bad influences and encouraging this. AND ALSO to @thepoisonofgod because this whole thing is really her fault. when i heard the idea of naked tattooed soft!din, it was over. i couldn’t resist it. anyway, this is emotionally wrecked af post-s2 softboi din djarin and i wrote him how i thought he’d be, i hope you enjoy him and love him as much as i do. please go take a look at this incredibly beautiful drawing that @thepoisonofgod​ did of our sweet soft!din: warmth of you

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i. Din hated the new ship.

It was too new and too big and too shiny. Every surface was bright, gleaming, blinding. It was too damn clean. He missed the grime of the Crest. He missed the mess of having a child.

He missed the kid.

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