DIN DJARIN (The Mandalorian: Star Wars) · Y/n story by @xoxosagittarius

The Razor Crest hummed, a low, steady vibration through the deck plates. Hyperspace streaked past the viewport in endless blue-white lines, casting the cockpit in a cool, shifting glow.

Din Djarin

sits in the pilot’s chair, helmet tilted slightly as he watches the navicomputer Another six hours to the rendezvous.

In the seat beside him, Grogu cooed softly, clutching a silver knob from the console. Din’s gloved hand reached over, gently prying the piece free before the child could swallow it.

Din Djarin

That’s not food. places the knob on the dashboard, out of reach

He didn’t turn, but his posture shifted, a slight lean toward the empty co-pilot’s seat beside him. The ship’s systems chirped. All green. All quiet.