Asians: Pls Care About Racism Against Us

Spring Blooms

Warnings: FLUFF - all of the tooth rotting fluff you can handle

Pairings: Marcus Pike x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1 K

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for Marcus. Big ups to @yespolkadotkitty​ for all of her amazing beta-ing and encouragement.

“Are you nervous..?” You whispered into your fiancé’s ear. 

Marcus Pike looked at you with his deep amber eyes and chuckled. “It’s more of a nervous energy,” he confessed.

Your seven year old daughter, Elizabeth, sprinted ahead toward the Sculpture Garden at the National Gallery. Sensing that you were not keeping up with her, she turned around to see you both lagging behind. She exhaled deeply and drudged over to you in the over-exaggerated way that only little girls can. 

“C’mon, Mom and Marcus! Don’t you wanna see the statues?”

“Lizzy, the sculptures aren’t going anywhere. I promise,” you assured her. 

“Sometimes it’s nice just to stop and smell the roses,” chimed in Marcus. 

Lizzy scanned the area looking for any type of flower. When she couldn’t spot any, she shot him a quizzical look.  “I don’t see any roses. How can I smell them if they aren’t any?” 

“It’s an expression, honey. It means to relax and enjoy life.” You took your hand and ruffled her bright red hair. 

She looked at you and nodded. “Oh.”

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sending “I hope you get that job” vibes to the people out here tryna get jobs

RIP CURLS

Had a long talk with a friend about tumblr after going on hiatus. I didn't actually know if I'd ever touch my beloved hellsite again.

Because... I'd hit a breaking point. I couldn't stand it anymore.

There's so much bullshit everywhere you look.

So much goddamn drama.

I'm an observational person by nature. I watch and I pay attention. I'm always cataloging information whether I mean to or not. It's just how my brain works.

And all I saw was... Pain.

Everyone hurting each other for no reason other than a difference in opinion on FICTIONAL PEOPLE. That exist in a world that is also FICTIONAL. Or about CELEBRITIES that they will never know on a personal level.

We can all feel close to an actor or musician, etc.

But in the end?

We don't know these people.

We get shown a side of who they are.

They're actors. Some of them so mind-blowing at it that it's breathtaking. Wouldn't you think they could present a certain persona if they wanted to? Anytime they wanted to?

I'm not saying what we're seeing isn't real. That who they're presenting to us isn't true to them.

I'm not saying it isn't organic.

What I'm saying is that we don't know them on a personal everyday life level to be able to properly evaluate what kind of person they are.

Belittling and torturing someone with emotional trauma? Because of that?

That mentality is in need of a sharp hip check.

When I say that what I mean is this:

Sometimes you get so deeply immersed in a world and a way of thinking that reality slips away a little. You stop seeing things as clearly. As rationally. You stop seeing people as people.

I've personally had to hip check myself many times in the last year. Many, many, times. Because I got caught up in the euphoria of it all.

I acquired blorbo vision.

Several times I had to pull back, take those blorbo vision glasses off, and take a breath.

Reevaluate.

I would take time to consider if the things that were upsetting me were something that merited it. If it was something of any actual consequence.

And every time?

It wasn't.

It didn't matter in the face of human decency.

It didn't matter because fandom is make believe.

Every inch of it is fiction. Even the ones that revolve around real people. It's all fiction.

But what isn't fiction?

The person behind your favorite blog isn't fiction.

The person behind the blog that makes you feel like screaming and cursing isn't fiction.

But the arguments?

That goes back into fiction land.

There's dissecting a film because it's fascinating or vile.

Then there's thinking that moment of fiction is worth someone taking their life. That we need to argue over the merits of something that happens in fiction like it's on our own front porch. That something happening in fiction has any bearing on real life ideals.

I have been in fandom for over twenty years.

I am a card carrying elder at this point.

And this shit? This new wave of toxic mental warfare?

Fuck that shit.

All of it.

I would say that fandom in it's current form can go to hell but, it already is hell.

My friend did talk sense into me about the situation, though.

Going forward it's gonna be idgaf land:

I'm tried of censoring my opinions.

I'm tired of fandoms bullshit politics.

I'm tired of the drama.

I'm tired of being told what I should think and who I should be and what is acceptable for me to feel.

That shit? Can get fucked. I'm done with it.

Fandom is for fun.

Fandom is for screaming yourself hoarse to your friends about how much you love a character, a show, a book, a graphic novel, a band; anything and everything that makes you feel like a four year old with your brain all lit up like it's fucking Christmas morning.

It is not about being pushed into a goddamn box and being told to behave.

It's not about being shunned for having your own opinions and emotions.

It's not about being told you'll have your privileges removed if you step out of line.

A line that someone else has drawn with invisible ink.

That shit? Can also get fucked.

Say goodbye to censoring and hello to idgaf I'm here to enjoy my blorbos and be stupid. 👋👋👋

Fandom is for fun.

"What's for Din-ner??" inspired by food and Star Wars (FOOD WARS!) in children's book style! Don't take too seriously, this was just a fun and silly side project, hahaha-

When I get hungry, my brain starts making all the food puns, so apologies in advance if you feel the need to facepalm. xD Had so much fun with this! I put in a lot of my favorite foods, so the puns are quite biased, haha-- What alternative food puns can y'all think of?

ghosts

—CHAPTER TWO: little things

pairing: Javier Peña x f! reader

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a/n: a little look back in time, a little insight into what’s going on, a lot of pain and angst but maybe some hope ? these two a easily carving out a place in my heart, I hope y’all are as invested as I am bc there is def more to come

Falling in love with Javier had happened pretty fast. 

It wasn’t the exact moment you saw him, but it may as well have been. 

There was a gorgeous kind of levity to him as he hid his laughter behind the neck of the bottle of beer dangling so casually from his grip, a beautiful kind of stoicism to him as the mood around the table died off and the blonde man sat beside him pulled himself to his feet, tossed a few bills down and shuddered him with a sturdy hit to the shoulder. He surveyed the crowd out of what seemed to be genuine curiosity, scanning the field just like all the single men seemed to be, but there was a reverence in the delicious color of his deep eyes, something you didn’t know how to quantify as they landed on you. There was a depth to him that words could just never come close to describing. 

Maybe it would have saved you a lot of hurt if you had turned away the second you caught sight of him across the bar, but even at his worst, even as you cradled yourself, desperate for warmth beneath the thick woven stitch of the dark tones of the afghan blanket thrown over your shoulders, you couldn’t really imagine doing it different. 

No one made you grab your glass and meet him at the bar. It was all you. 

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A Storm of Surprises

AN: Alright here we go, more of everyone's favorite overprotective merman and mischievous tadpole. I hope you all like this chapter, after everything that has happened this past month I haven't really been confident in my writing and just have been struggling to actually write. But writing this made me happy again, so I hope it makes all of you happy as well. I hope you all have a great weekend and if you like this please consider LIKING/REBLOGGING because it really helps me out! Love you all!

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Pairing: Merman!Din Djarin x Lighthouse Keeper!Reader

Words: 5k

Summary: Now that Grogu is awake and heeled, Din takes a trip. While he is gone you get a visitor and some news that you did not want.

Warnings: paranoid thoughts, slight description of panicked thoughts, din and reader still pinning after each other and being idiots about their feelings, Grogu is a little shit, Edna is back my dudes, mainly just fluff and worry :)

With Grogu now awake not much had changed. Well, that was kind of a lie. While the little tadpole was cute, he also liked to cause havoc around your living space. It was hard keeping on top of him, and you felt for Din because while Din had to drag around his lower half with only his arms to carry him, his son had tiny feet he could run around on. It was very obvious that Din tried to keep up with the kid, tried to keep him from getting into things, but there really wasn’t much he could do to stop him. The night after he had woken up when you had walked into your kitchen, you had found all of your pots and pans scattered around the floor, all of your lower cabinets wide open, and a very defeated and tired Din laying on his back in the middle of the floor with a content Grogu on his chest nibbling on what looked like your one measuring spoons. You couldn’t hold back the shocked and amused laugh that echoed throughout the kitchen and caused Din to slowly turn his head and look at you apologetically. Still giggling, with a large smile, you walked over next to where Din lay and sat next to him and asked softly, “What in the name of the seven seas happened in here? A mini hurricane?”

Din only flopped his head back with a heavy, remorseful sigh and very tiredly said, “I tried to stop him, but Grogu is more built for land than I am, cyare I am sorry. I will help clean up I promise….. I just need a second first.”

Giggling again, you place a friendly hand on his shoulder, ignoring the tiny shocks of warmth that spread through your hand from the gentle touch. “Rest Din, you have obviously had a much more tiring day than I have.”

“Cyare-”

“Nope, no arguing, or you won’t get to try the cheddar biscuits I am making tonight with the chicken noodle soup,” as you interrupted Din and said this, he turned to with pouting eyes and a heavy sigh. You kept smiling, but when your eyes met his, things seemed to stop for a second, and your chest warmed with the happiness, and no worries you felt at that moment. And even though your entire kitchen was a mess, you were happy and entranced in Din’s warm, soulful brown eyes, and you wished more than anything to just pause and stay in that moment for as long as possible. But much too soon, you were shocked from your trance, when you felt something in your lap, and when you looked down you had found a smiling Grogu, clinking the metal spoons together. You could only grin down at him and give him a hug. And Din watched the two of you with a soft smile and his heart stuttering at just how right it looked for you to be holding Grogu in your arms.

After the incident with the kitchen, Grogu did calm down some and by the time an entire week had passed, you had found that he was fully healed. And while he had healed a lot faster than you thought possible, and even faster than Din had, you brushed it off, just assuming it was part of the reason Din had called him special. Just seeing the kid up and happy was enough, it warmed your heart everytime he shot you his wide grins or hurled himself at you the second you walked into a room. You also often heard Din’s voice chastising Grogu, with what often sounded like telling Grogu he could not follow up to the stairs where you worked.

You did try and find new things for Grogu to do while you worked, things that would keep him occupied until you were done with work and could chase him around. Through a bit of trial and error you did find that the little tadpole loved coloring, and after the first time giving him a stack of paper and a box of crayons you were surprised to walk down and find both Din and Grogu hunched over a sheet of paper coloring. Your heart almost exploded from how cute the sight had been. Though you did learn that pens and colored pencils were a bit safer to give Grogu because he tended to eat any crayon he had touched much to your displeasure.

Grogu also became overly attached to a small stuffed bear you had. It was one that you had since you were a baby and it was one thing you could never part with, but seeing the child curled up with it fast asleep on his father’s chest one night in the kitchen made you realize that you wouldn’t mind giving, or well sharing, it with the toddler. He often carried it around, and even thorough he was upset when you explained it to him, he never brought it into the water with him at night but would set it up on the chair you had pulled into there for yourself to sit. The kid had stolen your heart in a mear matter of a week and you knew you would do anything for the little one.

Which leads you to your current predicament. After you had gone to town last week you were getting more and more paranoid over what Empire Labs were doing. You knew that the boys were safe here as long as they were hidden inside of the stone and concrete walls of your lonely tower, but you were not naive enough to believe that the Labs would not go to any lengths to get into your home and search it. They had done it before, the company was nothing but bad news and they had taken out the only good company that had been forcefully pushing back on their terror of local wildlife, Alderaan Sunrises. Empire Labs might have well as shot the company with a large laser with how they decimated the company with lies that couldn’t be proven to be false, how they had targeted the heads of the company specifically, going after the Organa family until it was only the daughter left fighting back, even after the company had fallen. You personally still thought how Bail and Breha Organa had fallen ill was too convenient for Empire Labs to be a coincidence.

So if someone as strong, and prolific as the Organa family could be shot down, who were you to fight back. You worried and stressed over several different scenarios, each becoming more and more extreme and unrealistic, but the ‘what ifs’ would not leave your thoughts as you grew more attached to the little green terror and his caring and overprotective father. You tried to hide your worries, tried pushing them to the back of your mind as you worked, tried to plaster on smiles to keep Din at ease, but you were never good at hiding your worries. So one night, as the three of you sat in a circle on the kitchen floor, you and Din eating your dinner and as Grogu munching lazily on a chunk of garlic bread while babbling animatedly to the little bear stuff while rolling his tiny bath ball toy around, Din watched you, more intensely than normal before finally speaking up and grabbing your attention, “Cyare, tomorrow… tomorrow, would you take me to the coast?”

You jerked your head up in a panic, thoughts racing. Din wanted to leave, but you both had agreed that staying at the lighthouse would be safe until things calmed down, and things were very much not calmed down. In your panic the noodles you had just taken a bite of lost all taste and your mouth went dry as you swallowed them, as you turned your head to look back down at your plate, unable to make eye contact with his soft eyes while your heart screamed in your chest.

“Is there a reason you want to go?... I just... I don’t want to stop you, but are you sure it’s safe to leave,” you finally spoke up, still not making eye contact as you push your food around, shocked that your voice did come out steadier than you had thought it would. You heard Din clear his throat, and could see Grogu go running for his ball as it had rolled away from him and towards the bathroom, then you heard Din rumble quietly, “I just need to go do a few things, check on something. I promise I won’t be gone long, I promise cyare.”

You take a deep breath and set your fork down before looking up at him, and gave him a small smile, “Well, as long as you stay safe I don’t see why I should keep you.”

Obviously, that is what Din was hoping you would say because his face broke out into a smile, one just wide enough to tease the dimple he had and crinkle the lines by his eyes. Then, to lighten the mood he teased, saying, “I promise I won’t leave Grogu alone with you for too long, with Posiden’s luck he won’t drive you too crazy.”

That had you laughing and feeling a little better, knowing that if Din was going to leave the small child behind, he most definitely would not be gone long at all. So, instead, you smiled back at him, this one coming a bit easier, and some of the tightness loosening in your chest as you replied, “Well I guess tomorrow I will get to show him what I do all day upstairs. I know he has been dying to follow me up there.”

Din gave a bit of a pained smile and replied, “He will really enjoy that, but keep a close eye on him.”

“I will I promise, tomorrow I shouldn’t have much to do, so it’ll be more of just a tour.”

Din nodded with the small reassurance. After your chat, the rest of the night went smoothly, Grogu even going to sleep much quicker than usual, and after Din got settled in the tub and after you both said your goodnights you linger by the bathroom door for a minute longer than usual, taking in the sight of the father and son curled up in your bathtub and the warm brown eyes watching you leave.

In the morning you were awoken by Grogu crawling into your bed as you could hear Din’s frantic whisper yells for him to ‘get back here’ and ‘leave them alone’. You just smiled sleepily and gave Grogu a soft kiss on the forehead before whispering good morning to him. The child just giggled and bumped his forehead against yours, the same way he did with his father, before wiggling from your grasp. Getting the hint, you rolled out of your bed and scooped Grogu up in your arms. As you turned around, you found an exasperated Din, leaning against your doorway.

“I tried to stop him, but when I told him he was staying with you today, he just took off.”

You laughed and walked over to Din, smiling and saying, “It’s okay, I needed to be getting up anyway. But I am glad he’s so excited to spend time with me.”

Din smiled at you as you walked by him headed towards the kitchen, before slowly turning and following you. You made a simple breakfast, holding Grogu on your hip the entire time as he munched on a blueberry pop-tart. As you cooked and ate you talked with Din, and when the two of you were finally finished you solemnly looked up at him, biting your lip for a second before saying, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Din nodded and straightened his back, trying to come off as confident as he said, “Yes, I am very sure, cyar’ika… and I promise I will be back before you even notice I have been gone.”

You sighed and looked into his eyes and the only thing you could think was, but I already miss you, but you shook your head and instead said, “Okay then, let’s get you to the water.”

Getting Din into the car and down to the flat rock was a lot easier than it had been that first night, and you thanked the gods for that, but at the same time, it hurt that he was leaving quicker than you had thought. You stood by as Din said goodbye to Grogu, bumping their foreheads together as they often did before Din handed the child to you. Only, once you had the child secured in your arms, Din grabbed onto your hand pulling on it until you met his gaze, it was nothing but earnest and soft as he pressed your hand to his forehead as well and said, “I will be back, I promise. Do not worry about me.”

Shaking your head, trying to hide the worry tears building in your visor, you smiled down at him and said, “I cannot make any promises,” Din gave a small huff as the corners of his mouth turned up, before he started lowering himself into the water, but then you stopped him, by calling out his name and saying, “Oh, before you go...it’s been driving me nuts, but your nicknames you’ve been calling me, what...what do they mean?”

Din only met your gaze, giving you a smile wide enough that you could see his dimple fully, an urge to press your lips against it filling you and shocking you so much you give a tiny gasp that Din did not notice, or did not acknowledge as he only said, “I will tell you when I return,” and then he was gone, having slipped underneath the water before you could even call after him. Grogu and you stayed there for a second, watching the water, before you took a deep breath and smiled down at the child and said, “Alright, ready to go see what I do all day?”

The kid only faltered for a second, continuing to watch the waves as they lapped at the rocks, the water quite calm today before he looks up at you and cooed as he grabbed your nose. Deciding to leave the car where it was, because it wasn’t really that long of a walk, the two you made it back to the lighthouse is only a few minutes. The entire time you were talking about all the things you do and what all instruments you used, trying to both distract Grogu and yourself from Din’s glaringly obvious absence.

Grogu loved when you climbed the stairs, halfway up wanting to be set down so he could climb them himself. His eagerness only made you smile, and when the two of you reached the top you cheered and told him he did so good as he looked up at you with glee. As you showed him around, pointing at and explaining all the different things you used, you were very pleasantly surprised that Grogu was very respectful and made sure not to touch anything, and only doing so when you told him he could. The only real-time he got ‘fussy’ was when he wanted you to pick him up so he could look at something closer, but overall he behaved himself so well that you were honestly surprised.

Walking around the instruments and explaining things had taken roughly half an hour, but with the added fifteen minutes it took for the two of you to slowly climb the stairs, it was nearing an hour since Din left, when you shower Grogu your favorite place to be while you worked. You made sure to pick him up and hold him close as you both stepped outside of the glass-enclosed lightbulb, Grogu’s eyes widening with a giant smile as he took in the horizon and the miles of ocean he could see from this height. You slowly walked around the full circle, pausing in spots to point out things that had caught your eye when you had been up there in the past, and pausing when Grogu pointed out at things you did not really recognize or notice but smiling and ‘conversing’ with him as he babbled excitedly. Then you made sure and took the time to show him how to use your binoculars, which he excitedly took and had you do several more laps around so he could look at everything possible.

But you were startled out of your content revelry, when you saw a car approaching the lighthouse, your heart doing a little pitter-patter in your chest as you told Grogu that it was time to go back downstairs. Panicking the entire way down, Grogu only kept smiling and babbling, reaching out and touching your cheek several times, as if he was trying to communicate with you, but you just weren’t understanding. When you were both finally, downstairs you were chewing on your lip thinking of where to hide Grogu, when the knock at your door echoed throughout the lower floor. Your breathing started speeding up, your mind racing, was it Empire Labs, were they here because they knew it was only you and Grogu, how was Din going to react when he came back and found that you weren’t able to protect his son and Grogu had been taken, was he going to hate you, if Din started hating you wouldn’t able to handle it, seeing a his eye turn cold on you would break you,r heart, you were just starting to fall for-

“Hun, you better open this door for this old woman, this pot is both heavy and hot and I am too old to be standing in this cold.”

You almost cried in relief when you heard Edna’s voice echo through your home. You quickly walked over and opened the door enough so that only half of you was showing, Grogu safely hidden behind the door, and you smiled at her and as you opened your mouth to say something, you were interrupted by Edna sliding through the door with a shiver and a large pot in her hands. “Didn’t see you at the market this week, so I brought you a few things, and even made you a nice meal, something my old friend loved and asked for repeatedly.”

Grogu looked up at you amused as the old woman weaseled her way into the kitchen placing the pot on your stove before turning and looking at your shocked form. “Oh, and I can’t stay long, but I made Marnie from the diner drive me because, well I sure as hell wasn’t gonna walk out here. You wait here with the little one and I will go get the bags for you.”

And she was gone just as quickly as she had entered, your mouth still opens from your attempts to reply. Your heart was slowly slowing down from the panic her unexpected visit had caused, but also you couldn’t help but smile as she rushed back in with several bags, more than even you usually return with, and she set them on the floor in front of the fridge. “Well darling, I am not gonna lie, I got you a little of everything and not only because I didn’t know what you would want,” Edna made direct eye contact with you, her eyes dark with worry, “Hun, I need you to stay here for the coming weeks. The Labs seem to have taken an interest in the town, and I believe specifically you. Those two dumbasses have been snooping around every nook and cranny the town has, and I worry for you and your friend….Speaking of which, I know for sure that is not him, his pet?”

You numbly shook your head and quickly whispered, “His son, the-”

“Nope, don’t tell me more, the more information I know the more difficult it will be to protect you. Is your friend here,” you shook your head, and Edna placed her hands on her hips sighing, “Well when he gets back don’t let him leave again. I have no doubt he will be back soon, their kind seems to have nine lives like cats, hard to kill they are, thank the maker. But don’t let him out of your sight, neither of them and if the Labs show up here, don’t let them in unless they have a warrant. It’ll buy you time to hide them away. Now I gotta go before Marnie gets impatient. If you need anything, I wrote my number on the back of the receipt, don’t hesitate to call!”

Then, in a whirlwind, Edna was gone, leaving with only a pat on Grogu’s head and a kiss on your cheek as she swept through the door. You were sure how long you stood there shell-shocked and going over everything Edna had told you. Empire Labs was sticking around town, this was only going to spell bad luck for you and your guests. Not only that, with them sticking around, and Din right now, you could only feel the worry start to creep back into your chest, but all trains of thought were thrown out when Grogu reached up and patted your cheek, before wiggling to be set down. So you sighed setting him down, and giving him a forced smile as you ran and grabbed some paper and colored pencils for him.

As Grogu colored, you put away everything Edna had brought, sighing heavily as you noticed just how overboard she had gone with everything. After placing the last box of dried noodles in your cabinet you felt Grogu tug on your pants and point to the door excitedly. Following his lead, and picking him up, you peeked outside the door and saw Din heaving himself onto the flat rock before turning back to the water to pull something else up.

You smiled widely at Grogu and said, “Come on, let’s go get your dad inside and then have some dinner, yeah?”

Excited, Grogu nodded and the two of you made your way down to where Din was sorting through a bag, one that seemed to be crafted from seaweed. When the two of you finally made it to Din, he smiled up at you, clearly feeling happy and proud over whatever he had brought back, but his excitement slowly tempted down when he saw your tense closed-lipped smile.

“What’s wrong, cyare?”

“I will tell you while I cook dinner….is, is the bag coming with us,” you said softly, trying to ease his worries some by softening your voice. Din looked at you for a second before nodding. You set Grogu on the ground, letting him run to his father, while you grabbed the bag and the two of them talked. You weren’t going to lie, the bag was heavy, and it smelled of fish, and you mourned for your trunk but you refused to leave it behind, especially if it had been important enough for Din to go and get it.

Once it was loaded though, you turned to find Din and Grogu waiting to be loaded into the car, so you helped them before pulling away from the shore and taking the few second drives to get Din as close to the door as possible. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time, and the tension seemed so thick and if you were honest, the range of emotions you had gone through today had made you exhausted, but you were trying to put on a face so you wouldn’t worry Din, knowing he was going to fly into protective mode the second you explained today’s events.

After pulling the two in and dragging Din’s bag into the corner of the kitchen he had asked you to, you silently went to work on dinner for the three of you as you listened to Dinpull things from his bag and whisper to Grogu as the child babbled on to him. You made a simple dinner, too tired to really try, so you really only made some boxed mac’n cheese, something you knew Grogu loved when you made it in the past.

You were completely shocked when you turned around though, finding Din with Grogu on his lap surrounded by a number of fish and a pile of things next to him. “What...what is all of this?”

“Well, cyare, you have been providing for us since we got here, so I went hunting so that I could return the favor….”

You just huffed out a shocked laugh before sliding to the floor. Din worriedly watched you taking in your reaction before you genuinely smiled at him and said, “Din, I….I don’t know what to say. This is amazing, thank you,” you laughed before you continued, “Gods, I only hope I have the freezer space for all of this.”

Din beamed at you proudly, and you quickly made plates of food for both him and Grogu, while you went about getting all of the fish, which Din had already cleaned and made ready for you, into your freezer. Miraculously each of the fish fit, but nothing else was going to be able to be added to your Tetris level of stacking. When you finished, you made your plate before slowly sinking against the floor beside Din. Din had already finished his plate, and Grogu had gotten halfway through his own before he had fallen asleep in his father’s arms.

You took your first few bites slowly, then you looked at Din with a sigh and said, “Well do you want the good news, the bad news, or do you just want a play-by-play of what happened today?”

“Just start from when I left.”

You nodded and took a few more bites before starting in. You told him about Grogu and how good he was for you all morning and pretty much all day. How excited and heartwarmingly cute he was as you showed him around your workspace. You told Din about how much he loved being at the top of the tower, watching the water, and using your binoculars. Then you sighed and told him about Edna, and what she had brought with her, both the news and the gifts, even reminding yourself that she had brought a pot of food that you had previously forgotten. Then you looked him in the eye, taking in how he was soaking in every word you were giving him before you spoke again. “Din…. Edna said that Empire Labs have continued poking around town, she thinks they are looking for you and Grogu… she said that we all need to just stay at the lighthouse until everything clears… until they leave. So, no more trips, I… I don’t want to risk it again with how close they are.”

Din nodded, not saying anything but laying his hand on top of yours where it sat on the floor, trying to be reassuring. Then he said, “Is there anything else, cyar’ika?”

You nodded and looked up into his eyes, giving him a determined look, “Yes… Din, if they come looking here, if they try and poke around, I promise I will do everything I can, everything in my power to protect both you and Grogu….”

Din searched your eyes, his jaw twitching slightly, then he said, “I know you will, but… I need you to promise me if it comes down to it, you will protect yourself. I will not have you getting harmed because of me.”

“I cannot make any promises,” you parroted your words from earlier with a smile, and Din only sighed before pushing the small pile of things he had beside him towards you with a soft pink glow on the tips of his ears and cheeks. “These are also for you, cyare.”

Grinning, you looked down. This pile was much small and seemed to honestly be just an assortment of, well everything. You found a few shells, the inside gleaming with mother of pearl, there was a bottle the top secured by a cork but it was filled with water looked like different colored sea glass and marbles, there was a necklace with a silver chain and what you believed to be a labradorite pendant shaped to look like a crescent moon, a ring that had a green stone inlaid in the soft gold medal, and lastly, a closed clamshell that Din slowly picked up and pried open carefully only to pull out the prettiest pearl, one roughly the size of a marble. You looked up at Din meeting his gaze, his eyes soft and search, expressing an emotion that neither of you quite knew what to call.

“Din… these are all amazing, I love them all, but… are you sure you want me to have them?”

Din slowly reached for the necklace, struggling to clasp it on your neck for a few seconds, before he got it and sliding the ring onto your right pointer finger, honestly surprising you with how easily it fit, before he said, “There is no one else, on land or in the seas, that I would want to have these. You have shown me and my son great kindnesses, and continue to do so at your own expense, these are my way of showing my appreciation.”

You smiled at him, looking up and noticing Din had still yet to move back, his face so close you could feel his soft breaths, and you said, “Thank you, I will treasure these for the rest of my life.”

Din grinned and then pressed his forehead to your own staying there only for a second, before pulling back and saying, “You should head to bed, cyare, you have had a long day.”

You nodded and reluctantly pulled away from him and stood up. You collected your gifts and asked if he needed help getting to the bathroom, but he just told you to go. Nodding, you left, going into your room and delicately setting the gifts along the small desk you had before changing into your pajamas and climbing into bed. It didn’t take you long to get comfortable and didn’t take you long to start to fall asleep. But the last thing that ran through your head before you let sleep overcome you was, That shit head didn’t tell me what cyare or cyar’ika meant.

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Summary: Din Djarin is an honorable man.  He will not take what is not his. 

Pairings: Din Djarin x Female reader

Warnings: M, cursing, canonical type violence, implied smut. Eventual smut. Will change rating accordingly. 

Notes: A  grouping of one shots centered around Taylor Swift’s Folklore and Evermore albums.

cancelled my plans just in case you called

been saying yes instead of no

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she would have made such a lovely bride

faith forgotten land

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