Din Djarin/Mando/The Mandalorian: One Shots, Imagines, etc.

Ad'ika

A/N: requested by sadstrarwarsfan14, GUYS THIS IS PLATONIC OK THE READER IS DIN'S KID THERE IS NO INCEST IN THIS I DO NOT PROMOTE INCEST I DO NOT PROMOTE INCEST I DO NOT PROMOTE INCEST ok i think you get the idea, now that's over someone agree with me that goddamn that gif is hawt

Transalations: AD'IKA = CHILD/LITTLE CHILD; NAYC = NO; BUIR = PARENT (now remember that)

Warnings: swearing, angst (kinda), appetite suppressants, anorexia (if i get some symptoms wrong, i'm very sorry, i'm not trying to be disrespectful, so if you feel uncomfortable about something or if you want something improved, comment on it or pm me),

Word count: 1014

You stare at yourself in the mirror. Disgust fills you as you reach out a hand to smear the foggy blanket of steam off the cold glass, revealing your reflection. You desperately want to look away from your stupid body that shouldn't bother you as much as it does, but you can't, you can't fucking tear your eyes away as you pinch you skin between your fingers, turning this way and that as you suck in your stomach, hating that you're still not as slim as you want to be, hating that you're never going to be as slim as you want to be.

Your stomach growls, and you're aware of the emptiness you feel inside you, but you suppress the terrible hunger, telling yourself you don't deserve food if you can't get yourself into the shape you feel obliged to cram yourself into. Hands shaking, you yank open the draw underneath the sink and unscrew one of the bottles, the pills rattling as you pour two out into your hand.

Swallowing the appetite suppressants dry, your knuckles whiten as you grip the sink, choking them down. You know you've been taking too many recently. Your tolerance has gotten higher; the effects wear off too early and you're forced to hide the demanding growls of your stomach from your father as you sit curled in the co - pilot seat for what feels like ages as the two of you race through hyper space.

You aren't your father's child by blood, but he's told you many times that it doesn't matter, and you believe him. Maybe, when you were younger, you might have told him about the hate you feel about your body, but now you're scared, no, you're fucking petrified that he'll look at you and his eyes will be full of pity, not understanding.

So you don't tell him.

You don't tell anyone.

You battle your demons on your own.

And you start believing, maybe that's what you deserve.

The crackle of words through your father's vocoder startles you as a quick knock sounds on the door. 'Ad'ika? You in here?'

'Y - yeah!' You call back. 'I'll be out in a sec.'

Willing your trembling to stop, you grab the pill bottle from where you had set it down by the sink and stow it away, at the very back of the draw where you know your father won't find it. As you straighten up, a sudden wave of dizziness spins your head around, and you barely catch yourself against the sink as your flailing hands knock the tooth brushes onto the floor. You curse under your breath, closing your eyes and waiting for the spell to pass.

'You okay in there?'

'Uh huh!' You answer, hurriedly gathering them up and quickly rinsing them before setting them back down in the cup by the tap. 'Just dropped the toothbrushes!'

You pause before you open the door, glancing in the mirror and staring yourself in the eyes, making sure you don't look too shaken. Your father, although he hides behind a helmet half the time, is very observant, and you don't want him suspecting anything. You don't think you can survive his worried interrogation again.

'Hey, dad,' you chirp, smiling at him. Your stomach growls as he passes you a bowl of soup, and you curse internally. The appetite suppressants can't have worn off already, can they?

He removes his helmet and frowns at you. 'You okay? It's not like you to be clumsy.'

'So I knock down the toothbrushes once, and I immediately get called clumsy,' you jab, faking a grin as you stare down at the soup, not quite sure what to do with it.

He shrugs. 'Ad'ika, I'm sure - '

You don't get to hear the rest of his sentence. A high pitched ringing pierces your ears, and you gasp, the ground suddenly lurching towards you as the bowl of soup slips from your fingers. The sound it makes as it hits the floor hardly registers, the ringing muffling everything, and you vaguely detect your own scream as the hot liquid splashes all over you. You crash to the floor, but for one strange moment, it feels like you're trapped on the ceiling, and you gasp, pressing your palms flat on the floor, breaths coming out in tiny little pants.

Your father's worried face floats into your vision, and the ringing fades away as he lifts you into his arms, cursing under his breath.

'Shit, ad'ika,' he exclaims. 'You're - you're so light, have I - I - I haven't been feeding you well enough, have I?'

He grabs his soup bowl and lifts it to your lips as he sits back down on a crate. You recoil. 'Nayc, buir!' You cry.

'Wha - what?' He asks, eyes wide.

You squeeze your eyes shut. 'Y - you haven't been underfeeding me, buir,' you whimper. 'I just don't - don't want it - I - I'm not hungry - '

'Ad'ika,' he says sternly, and you feel him touching your side where your ribs stick out. 'Tell me the truth.'

It's then that it all comes crashing down. You huddle into his chest, tears flowing down your cheeks, hiding your face from him because the crushing shame that fills you hurts, damnit, it hurts, and you can't stop the uncontrollable torrent of words that rushes from your mouth in between your wrenching sobs.

'I'm s - sorry, buir, I hate it - I - the app - appetite pills - I don't kn - know what's wr - wrong with m - me - I hate myself, I - I - I don't look right - it's - it's awful - I'm too - '

'Shh,' he whispers, and you fall silent, shivering in his arms as he cradles you, softly peppering kisses on your forehead as you cling onto him. 'You're beautiful, ad'ika. You're perfect, inside and out, and don't let yourself believe you aren't. There is nothing - nothing, I tell you, nothing wrong with you. I love you, and that's what matters. All that matters.' He pauses for a few seconds, gently rubbing your back. 'Now let's clean you up and get some food into you, ad'ika.'

ALRIGHT GO MAKE SURE YOU'VE EATEN AND GO DRINK SOME WATER!!! THAT'S AN ORDER FROM DIN -