𝔅ombshell, epilogue. 

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When Din returned to Sorgan a couple months later along with a twice broken Creed, a couple remnants from the forever-destroyed Razor Crest, a completely shattered heart, and a tear-stained face that shattered your own heart, you welcomed him with open, comforting arms.

Din, of course, was overwhelmed by an impassable guilt for leaving you a bit longer than originally expected. In fact, the first thing he'd done when you'd led him into the safety of your shared hut so he could remove his helmet, was apologize. But you'd quickly reassured him that there was nothing to apologize for, that he needed to set all that aside — there was nothing to worry about now.

Apparently, things had gotten pretty hectic during his mission. The Child—or, Grogu now—had been snatched away from Din and kidnapped by Moff Gideon. Which, after your own similar experience, left Din in an absolute wreck. If that Mandalorian—Boba Fett— and the elite mercenary—Fennec Shand—hadn't arrived earlier... the situation would've been plenty more worse than it already was. Thankfully, they'd offered help, and recruited a few other members to the crew, hell-bent on rescuing the Child from the Moff. And in order to salvage the poor baby from the Empire's malevolent hands... Din needed to break his Creed. Once he'd obtained Grogu again, the Jedi arrived and took him into his own hands for training. Which also resulted in Din breaking his Creed again—this time a bit more voluntarily—so he and his foundling could share one final moment together.

And, apparently he was king of Mandalore now... He even returned with one of those reversed... lightsabers? A darksaber? Whatever it was, he didn't so much as touch it once he set it down on a nearby table.

Everything about his little quest was very, very confusing to you.

Nevertheless, you set your own puzzlement aside and remained glued by his side. That night when he'd arrived and departed from the Slave I, he'd explained the entire story with tears brimming those brown eyes, and you couldn't help but pull him close to you, to your chest, and promised him that none of that mattered anymore—"What matters is that you're here, and you're alright. You completed your quest, and did what you had to do. We'll see Grogu again one day, we'll make sure of that."

Those consoling words were spoken in a hushed tone in an attempt not to wake the two-month-old baby sleeping tranquilly in his wooden crib a few feet away. Din had a released a pleased sigh now that he was in your arms after so long without you, drawing you in closer with his own strong arms and breathing you in. You couldn't help the tears threatening to fall from your eyes as well. You'd never seen Din so... vulnerable like this. He cared for that little green baby immensely, no doubt about that. And you were going to stay right by his side the whole time. After everything that occurred in the past, when he'd consoled you and promised to save Kuna before he was even born, when you'd pretty much given up on that chance, you knew you needed to be there for Din. Comfort him, and never release your hold on him ever again.

Over time, that impenetrable weight of sorrow gradually lifted itself from Din's chest, and it no longer weighed down on him as heavily as before. He still missed, Grogu, of course — you both did. There wasn't one day where he wouldn't think of that whomp rat. That round, steel ball Grogu had loved for some unknown reason was frequently held by Din as he reminisced in those memories when he still had him. But then Din would look at you, and his baby, and he knew everything was going to be alright. That he had everything he could possibly want right here with his little family. Sure, there was one particular individual missing, but soon enough they'd be reunited again. One day. He would make certain of that.

So, one morning, he offered to take you and Kuna out for a walk, deep into the beautifully dense forests of Sorgan. Earlier on, he'd told you to throw on a simple white dress, which Din hadn't failed to comment on how it flawlessly complimented your body. It'd definitely been a change from the usual grey or brown dresses you'd grown accustomed to these recent months. Omera had sewn the new dress for you because, apparently—as she'd hinted the day she delivered it to your door—Din had something special planned.

Well, you were clueless.

But you also didn't want to ruin whatever the surprise was, so you didn't bother asking. The anticipation was definitely killing you, though.

As Din led you to whatever unknown place he was planning on taking you, you'd both walked in a comfortable silence, listening to the nearby birds chirping, the leaves in the trees rustling along with the faint breeze, and the soft sounds of Kuna babbling to himself. Din's one arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you close to his beskar-clad body, while the other held the baby boy small and lightweight enough to be carried within on arm.

Your chest fluttered with an unfamiliar, giddy excitement you hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity.

But any question raiding your mind was quickly shoved aside, because once you'd reached the spot he'd designated for this special occasion, you were left with your mouth wide-open as you took in the beauty of the landscape ahead of you. You'd never visited this portion of Sorgan, obviously. But you wondered why the hell it never crossed your mind. The waves of red, orange, pink, and yellow in the skies above reflected perfectly off the large freshwater lake beneath it, which was surrounded by various types of harmless, native creatures of this green world. The sun barely rose from over the nearby mountains, just over the opposite side of the water source. The tall, rocky hills were adorned with a splashing waterfall that was clearly audible even from the distance.

When you turned, grinning from ear-to-ear, you realized Din had removed his helmet, now setting it down on the lush grass below. Those chocolate hues immediately captivated your attention. By now, he'd removed the beskar from his head countless times in front of you, yet seeing his face bare like this never failed to astound you. You'd often times shamelessly admire him even when he noticed you doing so.

And turned out he brought you here because... he wanted to marry you.

His face and body language only radiated the intense nervousness he was feeling in this very moment as he asked the surprise question. You couldn't say no — instead, you accepted, of course, because how could you not? You both deserved this. You loved each other with no doubt. It was what was meant to happen, especially after everything you'd endured together.

"Is this why you've been going on frequent supposed walks recently?"

Your joking question caused his armored chest to vibrate with a chuckle, lips curling up into the smile you could never get enough of. After that, he apologized, because—"I know this isn't as extravagant and ideal as things would've been on Rainoh, but—"

"No, Din—" you swiftly interrupted him, taking his gloved hand in your own and placing your other on the arm that still carried Kuna. "—This is more than I could ever want. Whatever fancy things I had back on Rainoh is nothing compared to this... This is- it's perfect, Din."

He grinned at that, with you returning the exact genuine smile back at him.

Soon enough, you were both exchanging the Mandalorian marriage vows between each other. You repeated every single word he spoke, while he translated straight after in order for you to understand. Some words were admittedly quite... difficult to pronounce, and you found yourself fumbling over particular phrases, but you managed between stifled giggles and laughs.

And then you'd pulled each other into a sweet, gentle kiss, finalizing the fact that you were now married.

It just all seemed so surreal. Months ago, when you were still on that dreaded icy planet, you never would've imagined that you'd be here — on this beautiful backwater planet, with Din, with your newborn, connected in ways you never believed you could. All that time wasted back on Rainoh, you thought you'd never have a chance with Din ever again. You were so wrong. And you couldn't believe you were on the verge of giving in to your troubles and hardships back then, because if you had, you would've missed out on all this.

When you drew away, and saw those tears present in Din's eyes, you couldn't help the ones that fell down your own cheeks as well. As the both of you dipped your heads down to the baby in Din's arm—the baby you'd created together—you both smiled so sincerely and freely.

Here you had literally everything you could possible desire, and everything you and your Mandalorian riduur deserved in a life — a family. An aliit.

bombshell;
thank you for reading.

note:
i cannot BELIEVE we've reached the end of this series already, and i am bawling. i'm definitely going to miss writing for din, the princess, and kuna. i  really hope their ending was satisfying enough for you guys!! i can't put into words how thankful i am for all your love and support. bombshell has received so much feedback, whether it be here on wattpad, tumblr, or ao3. when i first started this, i wasn't even sure whether i'd reach the ending or not, but here we are. i'm so thankful for each and every one of you, because i really couldn't have done this without you guys.

i know there were particular plotholes... *cough i completely neglected the fact that a pregnant woman can't travel through hyperspace cough* and the pregnancy/birth may not have been entirely accurate, but then, i've never been pregnant (and not planning on it anytime soon heh), so i don't really have much experience in that area. i do hope that it was believable enough, though hahah.

this is definitely not going to be the last din djarin x reader fic i'll write. in fact, i've already got one ongoing right now, and once i finish that one i'll be working on a western au (which i'm really excited to get started on). i'm not planning on a sequel for bombshell, but a prequel just may happen on day in the future. but for now, as much as it pains me, i've got to say goodbye to din and the princess.

THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!! 🤎