yes mando is my comfort character, what about it >:(

this can be read as a child!reader or little!reader i think
whichever fits u better

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"Take the kid and go into the cockpit. You can get rid of some of the armor, keep it close though. I'll be right there."

Obeying him, you made your way to the cockpit, placing the kid in Din's chair and curling up into the seat next to his after getting rid of your heaviest armor parts.
Soon Din was back, carrying a small bottle and a blanket in his hands.

"We'll have to fly for quite a bit. You should take a nap. Made you this though", his voice gentle even through the helmet.
You let him drape the blanket around you, tucking you in properly before handing you the bottle.

"Careful with that, it's still hot. Milk with a spoon of honey, just the way you like it", he gave your tousled helmet hair an affectionate pat.
Instead of acknowledging your pout at not being able to sip immediately, he kept talking whilst sitting down himself and taking the kid on his lap.

"You did so well out there. I'm proud, you know that, right?", he started punching buttons and flipping switches.
Eying the way he held an arm around the kid you couldn't help but whine.

"What's wrong?", he immediately asked.
You let out another frustrated whine and looked away in embarrassment.

"You gotta tell me or else I won't be able to fix it. We've talked about this, remember?", Din had turned around, his tone gone even softer.

"I wanna.. lap", you looked to your right, suddenly interested in the way the switch blinked in a very green.. green.
You heard him sigh, leaving you burning up with the embarrassment of wanting more, always wanting more and never being satisfied with what he gave you and for being needy and he was gonna say no, chide you for-

"C'mere then."

The kid was to his left now, sitting on the instrument panel.
Beaming at him you untangled yourself as fast as you could from the blanket and leaped into his arms. It took some shuffling and shifting, but eventually he had an arm around your waist, securing you on your spot in his lap.
Content with your view and seat you cuddled against his chest, even though it was his hard armor. It felt safe. Not as safe and warm as cuddled up at night, but it was good enough.

Before he started the Razor Crest he nudged at your bottle, "should be fine now."
Idly you kept sucking the warm milk from the bottle, curiously taking in every movement he did to get the ship into the air.

Din glanced down at you, noticing how intently you observed everything.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna teach you some day", he chuckled.
The constant sucking had made you sleepy, the faint rise and fall of his breathing even sleepier so he'd have to do with a small snuggle as an answer.

After traveling through space without hyperdrive for a couple of minutes observing everything had become too exhausting and you closed your eyes.
Just as you were about to drift off completely you heard the faint hissing sound of his helmet being lifted off the armor. He pressed a kiss to your head and murmured:
"Rest, angel. You've been such a good boy today", before securing the helmet to his armor again.