Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it: Din Djarin x OC

Chapter 5

A/N: this chapter is dedicated to paxleviathan - you're like the first ever person i had a full conversation with on wattpad and ily (yall go check out their book, Mourning Sun)

Warnings: injuries, swearing, weirdly fast recovery because i cant be assed to write a slower one, one very nasty dirty joke

Word count: 1073

 When I wake, I find that Mando's finished stitching up my back, and that the pauldron, pretty much clutched in my hands, has warmed up because of my body heat. Groaning, I peel open my eyes and glance over. Mando's sitting there, and he looks so goddamn tantalizing, like a fucking human icicle, his beskar gleaming in the dull light of the hull. I do a cross between grabby hands and outstretched fingers, which would normally embarrass me, but now just is a gesture of need. Sighing, he obliges, lying down next to me and letting me press myself to the cold beskar of his breastplate while he reattaches his pauldron. He shifts beneath me, and I get the idea that he wants to leave, so I circle my arms around his waist so there's no way my living ice pack will escape. The last thing I hear before I drift off is his reluctant sigh.

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My eyelids flutter open, and I feel a hand on my forehead. He's checking my temperature, because his gloves are off, and the calluses on his hands scrape almost pleasantly against my brow, making me shiver. My arm is still draped across his waist, and he's propped up on his elbow, facing me.

'Your fever's broken,' Mando says. I have to admit, I feel better, my head clearer, but there's no way I'll tell him that just yet - as much as I hate to admit, being pampered by someone else is something that doesn't happen too often, even if it has to be because of an infected wound. A frown furrows my forehead, as I study his precarious position on the edge of the cot. Why didn't he leave while I was asleep?

'I, uh,' he stutters, reading my confusion. 'You wouldn't let go.'

'Oh, shit,' I mumble and pull away, wincing as pain stabs through my side. 'You patch me up?'

'Yeah,' he replies.

'Thanks,' I sigh. The memory of the semi fake kov'nyn sadly does not evade me. I can actually hear Koska's teasing voice. Already all over a man after twenty four hours or so? What happened to foreplay? 'Uh,' I stammer. 'Sorry I got all... y'know.'

'Neth, it's fine.'

I sigh, relieved. 'Thanks, Mando.'

Extracting himself from my now limp grasp, he stands up with a groan and brushes himself off. His back pops as he stretches it out.

'The bacta is probably already working, and I can take the stitches out in around a week.'

'Got it, tin can,' I reply with a grin. Even if my body isn't healed yet, my mind sure is.

Attempting to get off the bed, I ease myself upright. Mando rushes over to help, quickly tucking his arm under my shoulders. Once he's helped me to the cockpit, I punch in coordinates, then navigate the jump to hyperspace. Flipping on autopilot, I glance over at Mando, who sits in the co - pilot seat silently, staring out into space, literally.

'You ever going to tell me about the Darksaber or the spear?' I ask. He only grunts in reply. 'Not much of a people person, huh?' I tease. Silence. A wide grin spreads over my face. I haven't had much fun in a while, so why not now? Besides, a little jab might ease some words out of him. 'You know, from past experience, men with big dicks tend to be quiet.'

He chokes audibly, and for a second, all he can do is splutter. I laugh.

'Don't worry, I have no doubt you've got a fine specimen down there.' I wink and grin, brushing past him and consolingly patting his shoulder as I half limp - half walk out of the cockpit, one hand on my back, chuckling quietly to myself.

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'So, where are we going next?' Mando asks stiffly the next day. I don't think he's fully recovered from what I said yesterday. I smirk over at him.

'The closest covert. Then your client.'

'Where's the covert?'

'Jakku,' I reply. 'And yes, I know the location of pretty much every covert in the galaxy. No, I do not have a map, I got rid of it and have it memorised.'

'Isn't that - '

'A bit dangerous? No. I don't break under torture. And there's no one I love enough left that whoever wants information can use them against me. Apart from maybe Koska, but she's under the protection of Bo - Katan.'

So, he has potential to be another, but there's no way in hell I'm telling him that. Children of the Watch don't take too kindly to shows of deep emotion toward them. Especially so soon; it's only been a few days, but I know from experience that I get attached fast because no one ever sticks around me long, so I have to make do with the short spans of fellowship that I receive. Maybe that's why I come across as so casual with everyone, because I'm so desperate for company.

'Why did you get a map in the first place?' He pauses. 'You don't have to answer if you don't want to.'

'When I was a foundling, the only other member of my clan was killed, so I decided to become clanless. I received a map. I knew I needed to get rid of it, so I memorised it and burnt it. I can roam anywhere and everywhere I want and I'll be welcomed into any covert I want. I'm tied to no one. And maybe that's why I'll never join Bo - Katan's clan - Kryze, am I right?' He nods, so I continue. 'I don't want to be tied to a power hungry woman. Stars, she's not too bad, but she's sort of deluded my best friend and I don't think I can forgive that any time soon.' I smirk and roll my eyes. 'She also treats me like some sort of disease since I hurt her pride and rejected her offer to join her clan.'

'Dank farrik,' he mutters.

I grin at him reassuringly. 'Don't worry, I don't expect any information back. It's nice to tell someone my shit once in a while without them judging me. Or at least looking like they are.'

He grunts affirmatively, signalling the end of his momentary willingness to use speech. I'm not bothered by it; I'm used to silence. Simply another person's presence is enough for me.

ANOTHER FILLER CHAPTER I PROMISE SHIT IS GONNA HAPPEN SOON I'M JUST TORTURING YOU FOR A LITTLE LONGER -