Kitsune

KEY:

Length

📜 = Long Fic 📒 = Short Fic 🗒️ = Oneshot

Genre

💕 = Fluff 💔 = Angst 🌹= "Smut" (Non-Explicit/Implied Sexual Activity)

STAR WARS

Din Djarin:

Forged by Flames 📜💕💔🌹 (Series Masterlist)

GACHIAKUTA

Nothing here yet...

DISPATCH

Sonar:

BEWITCHED! 📜💕💔🌹 (Series Masterlist)

TMNT

Nothing here yet...

TRANSFORMERS

Nothing here yet...

(I've started working on smth myself for him bcuz the fixation has gotten so bad, but it CAN'T just be me writing)

TEAMMATES

CHARACTER(S): Sonar PAIRING(S): Sonar x Fem!Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 WORD COUNT: 1,573 REQUESTED: No ❎️ CHAPTER WARNING(S): Guns, Very minor wounds SERIES OVERVIEW: Your reign as an infamous sorceress on the criminal underworld throughout Torrance abruptly comes to end after countless years, when the drawbacks of a deal you accepted long ago resurface. In this rare state of vulnerability, you’re given the opportunity, by a hero no less, to leave your past behind and shape yourself into the hero that Blonde Blazer, and the rest of your newfound team believe you to be. Or force yourself back into the only life that you’ve known as the consequences of your decisions weigh heavy. And to make things worse, there's a crypto obsessed bat you've unintentionally befriended. CHAPTER SUMMARY: You get a semi-first look at your new teammates before being thrown into the field. NOTES: This is probably the quickest I've gotten a chapter out for a fanfic in the past 5 months ✌🏽😋 (And off topic, I'm finishing up season 4 of stranger things so I may be tempted to write some oneshots abt it) TAGLIST: @g3n3zshack, @ladyelena112

OPPORTUNITIES

CHARACTER(S): Sonar PAIRING(S): Sonar x Fem!Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 WORD COUNT: 1,371 REQESTED: No ❎️ CHAPTER WARNING(S): None SERIES OVERVIEW: Your reign as an infamous sorceress in the criminal underworld throughout Torrance abruptly comes to an end after countless years, when the drawbacks of a deal you accepted long ago resurface. In this rare state of vulnerability, you're given the opportunity, by a hero no less, to leave your past behind and shape yourself into the hero that Blonde Blazer and the rest of your newfound team believe you to be. Or force yourself back into the only life that you've known as the consequences of your decisions weigh heavily. And to make things worse, there's a crypto-obsessed bat you've unintentionally befriended. CHAPTER SUMMARY: Blonde Blazer crushes any doubts you have about SDN and encourages you to perform your best on your first day as an official hero. NOTES: I'm absolutely obsessed with Dispatch (Sonar) and wanted to get this fic out as soon as possible. This'll probably be where my focus is for he rest of the year, but that doesn't mean my other fic will be abandoned.

CHARACTER(S): Sonar (Victor) PAIRING(S): Sonar (Victor) x Fem!Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 GENRE(S): Fluff, Angst, Action RATING: Mature WARNING(S): Graphic Violence & Gore, Character Death, Depictions of PTSD & Child Abuse, Non-Explicit Sexual Content (?) SERIES SUMMARY: Your reign as an infamous sorceress on the criminal underworld throughout Torrance abruptly comes to end after countless years, when the drawbacks of a deal you accepted long ago resurface. In this rare state of vulnerability, you’re given the opportunity, by a hero no less, to leave your past behind and shape yourself into the hero that Blonde Blazer, and the rest of your newfound team believe you to be. Or force yourself back into the only life that you’ve known as the consequences of your decisions weigh heavy. And to make things worse, there's a crypto obsessed bat you've unintentionally befriended.

CHAPTERS

I: Opportunities

II: Teammates

1.5

THE MUDHORN

CHARACTER(S): Din Djarin PAIRING(S): Din Djarin x Fem Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 WORD COUNT: 2609 REQUESTED: No ❎️ CHAPTER WARNING(S): Violence SERIES OVERVIEW: Two bounty hunters, one a lone Mandalorian living by his honorable creed, and you, a retired warrior driven by revenge and survival, cross paths and are forced to work together on a covert job out of desperation. When you discover your mysterious target is a vulnerable child with abilities that are wanted by imperial remnants, you and the Mandalorian make the ultimate sacrifice to become fugitives in hopes of protecting and reuniting it with its kind by navigating the galaxy as fugitives. The only way to survive is to learn how to trust the Mandalorian while concealing your former identity that could put an end to you and your newfound comrades. CHAPTER SUMMARY: You've begun to realize that Mando doesn't do well with animals. And it almost costs him his life until someone steps in. NOTES: Nothing related to this fic, but a flambae x reader might be in the works 😼

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“Wake up already.” You grumbled and smacked Mando’s helmet. The loud clunk made the child giggle.

He sat up with a strained grunt and took a second to look toward the absent Sandcrawler while you and the child waited for him to regain his bearings.

Mando stood up and stepped toward you, leaving mere inches between your face and his visor. His stiff shoulders rose and fell in an uneven pattern with his exasperated breaths that came from under his helmet.

You crossed your arms. “Is there a reason why you’re in my face?” 

“Why did you leave the parts behind?”

“Because I thought you were dead.”

“Without those parts, we’re stranded on this planet.” He stated sharply.

“Next time, I’ll leave your corpse to rot while I go get the parts and steal your ship. How does that sound?”

Mando backed up, giving you space. “Why didn’t you?”

Your face crinkled, “what?”

“You could’ve left me and figured out how to fix the Razor Crest. You would’ve gotten the credits for yourself.”

You tsked, comically waving your finger around.

“I need somebody to do the grunt work for me while I work behind the scenes. It’s kind of hard to do that if your partner is napping in the sand, isn't it?”

Mando said nothing and strode off; the child quietly followed him in its pram towards the ruined ship. Various wires were hanging from different areas, sparks were flying left and right, and multiple pieces of metal were missing, which the Jawas had torn.

You and Mando boarded the ship as the kid patiently waited outside. Standing back, you watched Mando sit in the pilot's seat and attempt to start the ship’s engine. Your heads’ turned to the engine outside that sputtered before a poof of smoke released from it. The other engine operated the same.

“Well, I think they destroyed enough.” You muttered, stepping up to rest your arm on the top of the pilot’s seat. “Got any wise ideas?”

He nodded.

After traveling across the plateaus of Arvala-7, you returned to Kuill’s Moisture Farm, whose attention was seemingly on something else, which you knew was faux. You haven't known him for long, but you knew a sensing individual when you saw one.

“I thought both of you were dead.” He said facing you and Mando.

You scoffed, “it was close enough.”

Kuill's analytical gaze flickered to the child when he heard it squeal in excitement over a jumping frog. He swiftly finished up his work and set down the last of his materials, now walking towards the child to get a better look at it.

“This is what was causing all the fuss.”

Mando spoke up in the middle of fixing his damaged armor. “I think it’s a child.”

“You think?” You chime in flippantly. Mando glanced at you and shook his head.

“It is better to deliver it alive then,” Kuill advised, walking past Mando.

“My ship was destroyed. We’re trapped here.” Mando responded grimly.

“Stripped. Not destroyed.” Kuill grabs a tool from his table and hands it to Mando. “The Jawas steal. They don’t destroy.”

“Is that supposed to be any damn better?” You spat, waving your arms around frustratedly. “I almost got my ass flattened because of them!”

“You lived.” Mando dismissed your complaint, not hesitating to get back to the problem at hand. “Regardless, they’re protected by their crawling fortress. There’s no way to recover the parts.”

Kuill disagreed. “You can trade.”

You and Mando looked at each other.

“With Jawas? Are you out of your mind?”

You snorted at Mando’s incredulous tone.

"I will take you to them,” Kuill finalized. “I have spoken.”

Seeing the conversation was over, you groaned loudly, rubbing your hands over your tired features, being more tender around the dark circles forming under your eyes.

“This is going to be an experience.” You said languidly. 

“Surely you’ve done worse,” Mando said, most likely sugarcoating your situation or possibly mocking you. You couldn't tell between the two.

A sneer stretched across your lips as you leaned forward. “I’m doing worse right now. With you.”

A strange noise, sounding like gulping, came from the child’s direction. Your eyes darted over, and Kuill and Mando’s attention was grabbed as well. The three of you looked down, seeing the child in the middle of devouring the entire frog it was chasing around earlier.

“Hey! Spit that out!” Mando scolded the child, but he was too late. You watched the frog's thrashing feet disappear into the child’s mouth before it burped and giggled. The three of you took in the scene silently until you commented, your face wrinkled in repulsion.

“Out of all the bounties to find, we had to get this one.”

Going across the planet once again, this time withstanding a dark and pouring night, your group reached the Jawa’s camp within the rocky dunes.

When Kuill greeted Jawa’s in their language, you realized that you’d be forced to stand back during this transaction since you didn't know a single word of Jawanese.

You noticed from afar that the Jawa’s were losing their shit. Some took cover in their fortress while others stood firmly before their camp, aiming their blasters at the Mandalorian sitting beside you in a hoversled.

“They don’t really don’t like you for some reason,” Kuill stated quizzically.

“Well, I did disintegrate a few of them.”

Your brows rose as you questioned him through a snicker. “A few?” 

“Their numbers are already big enough.” Mando defended and kept watch on the few Jawas who peered at him through the tiny openings of their fortress.

“You need to drop your rifle,” Kuill said to Mando, who continued to argue that weapons are a part of his religion. With Kuill's convincing argument, Mando reluctantly set his rifle down in the hoversled and hopped out with you, only to be stopped again and told to leave his blaster as well.

“C’mon, Mando. You’ll live.” You cooed mockingly.

By his still form and lack of verbal response, you knew he was becoming irritated. And that was a win for you after how much he embarrassed you in front of Karga back on Nevarro.

When Kuill was given the go, he waved the two of you over. The kid stayed on the hoversled with its hands resting on the edge. Mando didn't move.

“Scared of a few tiny Jawas?” You whispered, leaning slightly sideways to prevent any of the stealing vermin from overhearing your insults. Fortunately, your sardonic influence was enough to get him walking. You both sat on either side of Kuill, waiting to hear the Jawas’ terms in the trade. 

Hearing the Jawas speak to Kuill, you knew you'd never been more lost. Their language sounded jumbled and practically incomprehensible. Even after visiting countless planets in the galaxy, you were never able to pick up Jawanese.

And now, you were happy you never did, due to how broken Mando’s Jawanese sounded. The Jawa’s laughed at him, and you couldn't help but chuckle under your breath too.

Then, you heard Kuill yell, and an extreme warmth shot past your face. Flames from Mando’s flamethrower were hairs away from incinerating another quarter of their population, causing them to scramble from the danger like little pests.

You cackled.

Kuill continued negotiating with the stubborn Jawas while you rested a hand beneath your chin as your attention gradually dwindled. That was until the Jawas began chanting something in their language, their energy breaking you from your quiet trance.

You blinked, your eyes flickering to Kuill.

“They’re not about to kill us, right?”

“Quite the opposite. They’ve just given you and your partner a way to retrieve your parts and repair your ship.” Kuill reassured.

Mando scoffed. “It’s my ship. Not her’s.” 

You glare at him with narrowed eyes. Your blood boiled. “I could’ve stolen it. Next time I’ll leave your ass in the middle of the desert.”

Mando sighed and stood to follow Kuill and the Jawas into the fortress. Your head swiveled around in confusion as you abruptly got up as well.

“We’re following them?”

“We’ll be fine. We’re just retrieving an egg.” Mando replied.

You stopped in your tracks, your face wrinkling as the gears in your brain turned.

“...An egg?”

You and Mando exited the Sandcrawler, followed by the child in its floating pram. And instead of putting yourselves in the frontlines, you and the child took your respective places a few feet in front of the cave while Mando was prepared to continue. When he realized you'd stopped, he turned around.

“Good luck in there!” You exclaim, trying to make him feel better. He huffed and stormed off into the cave. Leaving you and the child in silence.

"Asshole..." You murmured.

Uncharacteristically, the silence slowly became unbearable to you, and you decided to distract yourself with small things like tapping your foot against the mud or twirling one of your daggers between your fingers. 

For some reason, your chest started tightening the longer you waited. Although, you barely cared if he came out injured or not. You just needed him alive so that he could grant the Jawas their wish.

The child whined from beside you, and its wide eyes refused to leave yours. You were speechless as your aggravating hypothesis, which you wanted to avoid, was becoming fact.

“Kid, what the hell are you-!”

You weren’t able to finish, distracted by distant blaster shots, a thundering roar, and the body of your partner soaring through the air before landing in the mud. As you spun to see who you were up against, your heart was shaken by the appearance of a giant Mudhorn trudging out of its cave.

It seemed that Mando had pissed off another foe.

“What a wonderful job you’re doing!” You taunted with a grimace.

“I don’t see you doing anything!” Mando snapped back.

You pointed at the furious Mudhorn that was preparing to charge at Mando. 

“I’m a fighter, but I’m not insane! It doesn’t hurt me to say this, but you’re on your own.”

Mando tried using his rifle to finish the job but was held back when the blaster jammed. He wasn’t ready for the monster's horn to slam straight into his chest, sending him flying again. 

Alarms blared in your head as the beast diverted its attention to you and the child. It wasted no time and ran at you full speed. You dodged the attack easily, your body swiftly moving through the air in a flip to the side. You landed gracefully on your feet. As for the child, Mando was quick to swipe it out of the way with his device.

It was a grueling battle, to say the least. Mando was being dragged left and right through the mud. Large pieces of his armor were ripping off and sparking, and it appeared that none of his attacks had any effect.

Mando was struck again for the final time. And this time, he'd lost the fight in him. He laid on his back in the mud, with his visor pointed at the sky.

“Mando! Get up!” You ordered, fists clenching by your sides. Unlike the other battles you saw him fight in, he wasn’t getting up this time.

“Shit...”

You were contemplating between having to reveal your identity which had kept you alive all these long torturous years, or leaving him to die to the Mudhorn while you retrieved the egg and returned to Navarro. However, that would involve creating a believable alibi to explain to Karga.

This was unusual territory for you. It felt like decades since you cared for another’s life, which was probably the reality. Your focus was strictly on preserving your life and winning your fights to survive. Having someone by your side and traveling with them made you feel free again. It allowed you to believe you had something to return to, no matter how unreal it was.

Logically, you knew this partnership wouldn’t last. Sooner or later, you and Mando would go your separate ways and revert to strangers or even enemies. He was already insufferable as it is.

And yet, your hand still fell on your lightsaber hidden within your belt.

You were surprised to see that Mando had awoken and wobbly got to a knee. That was your sign to release your lightsaber and make sure it was tucked securely away.

You hoped you never had to consider using it again.

Even though he was conscious, he was too weak to defend himself properly. The only thing he had on hand was a small vibroblade that could barely cut a single hair from the Mudhorn in his current state. 

The Mudhorn's feet clashed against the ground, its large stature only a few feet away from both you and Mando.

You could’ve easily gotten out of the way, but your hand was already grasping your lightsaber once again.

And this time, you unsheathed it from its case.

Your form was strong, and you quickly ran past Mando, closing the distance between you and your opponent. Your focus was fixed on the beast, with everything else around you completely diminishing while your finger was inches away from pressing the button on the weapon’s handle, ready to ignite the blade.

Raising your arms over your head, you held your lightsaber high.

And yet you didn't even have to ignite it.

The Mudhorn had stopped, but its rage was still in effect.

Its feet thrashed as they slowly rose from the ground, ending your battle before it even began. 

You knew exactly who was behind this.

With a frown, you shoved your lightsaber back into your belt before either of them recognized the weapon and circled to stare down the child who had its eyes closed. Its tiny, three-fingered hand was held out, shaking in strain. Mando noticed this, too.

After using up enough energy, the child collapsed in its pram, now unconscious. You approached the pram, checking to see if it was still alive before waving Mando off to go recover the egg inside the cave. You could still feel the remnants of force energy surrounding the child, and it was more powerful than you ever expected.

No wonder it was such an important quarry.

At the Sandcrawler, the Jawas stormed Mando, cackling happily as they took the egg from him. They admired it like a prized possession before splitting it open and eating the contents inside.

You held a fist over your mouth to prevent your gagging. Mando shook his head.

“I risked my life for this.” He stated.

You nodded, nauseated, “Yes. You risked your life for this.”

Mando was surprised to see that Kuill had waited for the both of you, and in return, Kuill exclaimed why you’d taken so long. You smirked cockily when Mando struggled to manifest a response.

During the trip back to the moisture farm, the child was still in a deep sleep and didn’t show any signs of waking up soon.

“Was it injured?” Kuill asked, glancing at the child curiously.

“I don’t think so,” Mando replied. “Not physically.”

“Explain it to me then. I still don’t understand what happened.”

You gritted your teeth, lowering your head so you didn't have to face them as you spoke. 

“What matters is that it’s alive. And that we still have a quarry to return.”

Mando and Kuill looked taken aback at your tone but refused to comment on it.

You only wished their reluctance to this mystery would continue and that they wouldn’t dive into the matter.

Because it was what was going to keep you all alive.

Genuinely so down bad for this man that I might take it into my own hands and write an x reader fic cuz THERE'S A LACK

Like imagine reader has a personality that's calm and mellow and the powers match up with that??? Are we catching on? 🤔

Or maybe its an enemies to lovers where you fucking hate his guts in the beginning and then end up meeting up with him after your shifts 😋

SOMEONE GIVE ME IDEAS PLZ 🙏🏽

1.4

THE JAWAS

CHARACTER(S): Din Djarin PAIRING(S): Din Djarin x Fem Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 WORD COUNT: 1620 REQUESTED: No ❎️ CHAPTER WARNING(S): Violence SERIES OVERVIEW: Two bounty hunters, one a lone Mandalorian living by his honorable creed, and you, a retired warrior driven by revenge and survival, cross paths and are forced to work together on a covert job out of desperation. When you discover your mysterious target is a vulnerable child with abilities that are wanted by imperial remnants, you and the Mandalorian make the ultimate sacrifice to become fugitives in hopes of protecting and reuniting it with its kind by navigating the galaxy as fugitives. The only way to survive is to learn how to trust the Mandalorian while concealing your former identity that could put an end to you and your newfound comrades. CHAPTER SUMMARY: You and Mando run into a tribe of theives and race to retrieve what they've stolen. NOTES: So my phone had a software glitch and is unusable anymore, so updates may come out a bit slower until i can buy a new one since I'm using a temporary phone 😔💜

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Mud squashed beneath your boots as you, Mando, and the quarry trekked back to Mando’s ship. The child glanced around aimlessly, its long, pointy ears gently lifting when it noticed a small lizard scampering around the valley. You’d keep an eye on it no matter how harmless it seemed. You weren’t going to sacrifice a jackpot of money over some kid.

“So, are you not curious about it?” Mando spoke up.

You blinked. “About what?”

“The kid.”

“It’s my key to credits. That’s all I need to know.”

Mando dipped his head like he was disappointed with your response. Although you didn’t know why he’d be, considering your circumstances were also his.

“Stop sulking. I can’t believe someone like you would get attached to a bounty.” You mocked, pausing when you picked up a distant rustling above you within the boulders. You took a moment to listen while the kid continued to look around. Mando stood beside you, having heard the noise as well.

You turned and saw him carefully reach for his blaster strapped to his side. In seconds, he whipped it out and aimed upwards to the right the moment a Trandoshan came raining down. You smoothly sidestepped to the left as Trandoshan smacked Mando’s blaster out of his hand, forcing him to use hand-to-hand combat. During this, you noted how Mando directed the child’s pram away from danger and to the side, where you soon joined.

It looked up at you, its round eyes blinking softly as it sat up in interest. No matter how cute it seemed, you couldn’t help but loathe its stare. You didn’t want to befriend this bounty, or any for that matter. Especially one so crucial.

You scoffed and glared at it briefly before looking up to see one of the Trandoshans charging towards you, only for them to go up in a poof of ash before your eyes.

Mando lowered his rifle. “Is that all you do? Just stand on the sidelines?”

“When it’s worth my time, I’ll join the fight.” You replied, glancing over toward the beeping tracking fob that also caught Mando’s attention.

“Besides. We have better things to worry about.”

It was the brink of nightfall, and your trio had taken a detour in the middle of the desert so Mando could tend to his wound and armor. It was painful to watch him struggle, albeit irritating to hear him grunt every three seconds because he couldn’t sear the bleeding cut on his bicep properly.

Tapping your fingers against your cheek, you sighed, having had enough of Mando’s pitiful display, and prepared to get up from your spot on a nearby rock.

“Do you need help?” 

He raised his head. “No.”

“Look, I’m kind of sorry that I left you on your own...twice.” You said. “But look, you’re still alive! Besides, you knew I didn’t agree to this shit from the get-go. What did you expect?”

“Not some psycho as my partner.” He mumbled.

You almost laughed, yet held it in as you rubbed your hands over your tired eyes, gently caressing the bags beneath them. You knew Mando was blunt, but he truly didn’t hold back his opinion. In your book, it was quite admirable.

“Hate to break it to you, but bounty hunters are some of the most psycho people you’re going to come across. You’re certainly not an exception.”

Mando tilts his head, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing at all.” You smirked.

Mando simply grunted and attempted to sear his wound again. This time, he blatantly ignored you when you tried to continue the conversation. It seemed right after the two of you fell into silence again, a pair of tiny footsteps padded in the sand. You peered over at Mando as the child approached him and reached for his wound. You stiffly watched as the child’s eyes squinted in concentration when something scarily familiar took over your senses. It was an aura, so calming, something you haven’t felt in so long that it felt surreal. Strangely enough, the sole culprit was the quarry itself. You already had your suspicions, but if that was true, that was the ongoing question you asked yourself.

Before it could touch his cut, Mando grabbed the child and placed it back in its pram, acting as if nothing happened as he went back to sit down, now fixing his chestplate. You found yourself staring in disbelief as the child jumped out of its pram again and hobbled over to Mando, reaching for his cut again.

However, this time, you got up to deal with it yourself.

Snatching it by its beige robes, you walked over to its pram and gently dropped it into the silver orb. It whined when you crossed your arms and glared down at it.

“He doesn’t want to be messed with right now. You stay here. Got it?”

You received another disappointed coo once your back was turned. Lately, you began to question things more than you should. You couldn’t believe this bounty was just a kid of all things. If your reality as a bounty hunter was non-existent, it’d seem like the two of you were just babysitting an alien child.

That wasn't the case, but the special thing babysitters knew how to do was to get kids to be quiet.

You reached into your pocket and grabbed the leftover ration bar you still had. Snapping off a small piece, you tossed it to the child.

It fell somewhere within its pram, but the child had no issue getting to it. Squealing in surprise, it munched happily.

Before you could get another good look at it, the top of the pram abruptly closed, and you whipped your head to frown at Mando.

“I thought you said it was just a bounty,” Mando said, his visor directed at his damaged armor.

“Say something else, and I’ll let your ass get eaten alive.”

Once the sun rose, the three of you made it back to the ship’s location. You had stopped at the top of a small hill nearby when you and Mando heard commotion coming from the Razor Crest. You could see a large group of Jawas stealing parts from the ship and storing them away in their giant sandcrawler. Mando observed them through his binoculars. 

“First bounty hunters, now Jawas. You have such good luck, don’t you?” You whispered through gritted teeth.

Mando took out his rifle and shot a few of the Jawas and successfully alerted the rest of their crew. It was oddly satisfying to watch them go up in sparks and ashes while the others scurried up the ramp and into their sandcrawler like ants.

“Come on!” Mando ordered as the sandcrawler began to drive away slowly. You sprinted after the moving vehicle as Mando took a knee and tried to shoot a component to stop it, which did nothing.

After you caught up to it, you latched onto the side of the sandcrawler, with Mando following suit. The two of you climbed up the side and quickly reached a ladder above you. When a shadow was cast over your face, you looked ahead and saw the incoming boulder that the Jawas were steering towards.

“Shit!” You exclaimed. “Mando!”

Thanks to you, Mando also noticed the boulder and swiftly leaped to a small crevice on the moving fortress. You rushed after him but were inches away from losing your grip on the edge when your foot slid, the consequence of moving too quickly.

Alarmedly, you forced one of your arms to stretch and reached forward to grab onto Mando’s leg. Your fingertips barely grazed his calf, and your body was seconds away from being crushed between the fortress and the boulder.

“MANDO!”

A gloved hand shot out, wrapped around your arm and yanked you up while another wrapped around your torso and pulled you away from the boulder. You were forced against Mando’s body, and your forehead clanked against his helmet, causing you to wince. The slight sting made you realize the uncomfortable proximity between you both.

Once the coast was clear, you exhaled deeply. “I thought you were about to pull a stunt like me for a second.”

“It crossed my mind.”

You scoffed, “asshole.”

Mando unwrapped his arm from you, and together you both proceeded upward, inching towards the top of the sandcrawler and dodging the pieces of scrap the Jawa threw. Mando had attached his whipcord to a metal piece near the top, unlike you, who used a vibroblade to stab into the metal. Now, the little monsters were beating against the rod, eager to send Mando into the sand pits below.

“Mando, you better think of something!”

He wasn’t given the time to think as the metal snapped, falling toward you, along with Mando. You held a hand out for him to catch, which he easily caught. Determined to reach the top, he left you.

You yanked on his cape to stop, not wanting him to leave until you’d knocked some sense into him. You could already see his attitude as he swiveled his head to you.

“I don’t think charging in is a good idea. These Jawas aren’t stupid.”

He turned around and continued upwards. “Mando! You idiot!”

He had already disappeared over the top by the time you finished your sentence. With your blade stabbed into the side of the sandcrawler, you waited in silence for Mando to signal you in some way. Then you heard a blaster fire, followed by the sound of electricity. You would’ve jumped if it weren’t for your current position when Mando’s body fell past you to the sandy ground.

“Mando!” You called.

He didn’t move.

“Dank farrik.”

1.3

THE ENCAMPMENT

CHARACTER(S): Din Djarin PAIRING(S): Din Djarin x Fem Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 WORD COUNT: 3252 REQUESTED: No ❎ CHAPTER WARNING(S): Violence, Minor Character Death SERIES OVERVIEW: Two bounty hunters, one a lone Mandalorian living by his honorable creed, and you, a retired warrior driven by revenge and survival, cross paths and are forced to work together on a covert job out of desperation. When you discover your mysterious target is a vulnerable child with abilities that are wanted by imperial remnants, you and the Mandalorian make the ultimate sacrifice to become fugitives in hopes of protecting and reuniting it with its kind by navigating the galaxy as fugitives. The only way to survive is to learn how to trust the Mandalorian while concealing your former identity that could put an end to you and your newfound comrades. CHAPTER SUMMARY: You and Mando finally obtain your bounty, with a little help. NOTE(S): I don't have much to yap abt today so enjoy the chapter 💜

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The Ugnaught, who introduced himself as Kuill, led you and Mando to his moisture farm near where Mando landed his ship. After grabbing a ration bar off Kuill's counter to ease your growling stomach, you sat beside Mando and made yourself comfortable as Kuill spoke.

"Many have passed through," Kuill revealed, "they seek the same one as you."

"This bounty is pretty famous." You chipped in. Mando ignored you.

"Did you help them?" He questioned Kuill.

"Yes," Kuill responded. You were relieved that he was willing to assist other hunters. It meant that working with you wouldn't be an issue.

However, Kuill built off his prior thoughts, "they died."

Your face was taut when you turned your head to look at Mando.

"I don't know if I want your help then," Mando responded, acknowledging your rising distrust of Kuill.

“You do," Kuill insisted. "I can show you the encampment."

You pursed your lips, finding his enthusiasm suspicious. "I think not."

"What's your cut?" Mando interrupted, sighing underneath his helmet.

"Half."

"Half the bounty to guide? Seems steep?"

You weren't familiar with Kuill, but you noticed his wisdom. He didn't seem like he upheld the reputation of a scammer, and he wouldn't be left unharmed if this were a façade to deceive you.

"No. Half of the blurrg you helped capture."

"The blurrg?" Mando questioned, his tone irked. "You can keep them both."

You smiled, "What do you have against the little blurrgs?"

It was amusing how easy it was to taunt him. Previously you traveled alone, and there wasn't anyone to target for your entertainment.

Additionally, your quarries generally begged for their lives, so you grew accustomed to muting their voices, and others who weren't important. Luckily, your situation changed, providing you with a newfound victim, who only responded with murmurs and grunts. But you counted that as a win.

"You will need them." Kuill insisted, "To ride. The way is impossible to pass without a blurrg mount."

Mando shook his head, sounding a bit ashamed. "I don't know how to ride blurrg."

Kuill leaned forward to pour himself a drink and glanced up when he heard Mando's confession.

"I have spoken." He replied curtly and continued to serve himself. It almost made you cackle since you saw this as Kuill telling Mando to shut up and persevere. He was a warrior, after all.

Kuill shuffled quietly throughout the room, and you two silently watched him. However it wasn't long before he was ready, and he urged both of you to follow him outside.

With your cheek resting on your palm, you glimpsed Mando's tense posture.

"Ease up, you're stiffer than before."

"Mind your business." He replied.

"Just saying. If we want the money, this is what we have to do to get it."

Standing up, Mando rolled his shoulders, wincing as the soreness traveled through the entirety of his arm that was bitten.

"Last time I encountered a blurrg, you watched as it tried to kill me."

You got up and skipped past him out the door of the moisture farm, coughing slightly as the dusty air attacked your nostrils.

"I have a feeling you'll live through this too."

Mando plummeted to the ground with a grunt after the blurrg hurled him off its back again. It was extraordinarily stubborn, creating a greater challenge for Mando to mount it. You would laugh at him, but your situation wasn't any better. There was already a purple bruise swelling on your hip, worsening as you were continuously launched across the farm.

"At this point, I might be walking. Forget what he says." You grumbled while hunched over with your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. Mando began to prop himself up slowly from where he lay on the ground.

"You'll live."

He received an aggravated look from you but kept quiet, and you could feel him mocking you behind that stupid visor. On the sidelines, Kuill oversaw your progress, which was little to none.

"Perhaps if you removed your helmet!" Kuill recommended Mando.

"Perhaps he remembers I tried to roast him," Mando exclaimed, referring to his battle with the blurrg an hour ago.

To warm up, you stood straight, cracked your back, and stretched your arms above your head. Before approaching your blurrg, you overheard Kuill enlighten Mando about blurrg biology.

"This is a female. The males are all eaten during mating."

Your face scrunched, "...what?"

"Don't question it," Mando huffed and stood to face his blurrg.

Approaching swiftly, Mando grabbed its head to jump onto its back. In awe, you watched Mando hold steady, but his position was temporary. Once it grew tired of him, the blurrg started to trash, and Mando tumbled forward into the dirt. Soon, he regained his balance and stomped towards Kuill. Your shoulders slumped when you heard him complaining that he didn't have time to learn how to mount a blurrg.

Since they were both distracted, you'd take advantage of the moment. You confronted the blurrg, stepping in front of it. In return, it stared at you, growled with its teeth bared, and shifted its weight between its feet. You held your hand out and inched towards the blurrg who became fiercer the closer you got. Being a breath away, you paused and carefully placed your palm against the blurrg's head. It took time, but it eventually realized you were no longer a threat. Now it stood content.

The blurrg didn't complain as you mounted it. You held on firmly and steered it in Mando and Kuill's direction, only to find them staring at you.

"What?"

"Didn't think you'd manage," Mando replied.

It was jarring how often he irritated you. He was the one getting his ass handed to him by a non-sentient animal. He had no place to talk.

"I would have to agree with him. Your initial frustration was a setback for you." Kuill added.

You maneuvered the blurrg towards beside the fence of the small pen, opening up the floor for Mando to return to his blurrg, who still seemed to scowl at him.

"Hurry up so we can go do our job."

In a trio, you rode your blurrgs across the rocky terrain of Arvala-7, soon stopping before a cliff overlooking the encampment.

Kuill pointed ahead, "That is where you will find your quarry."

Mando dug into his pocket and offered Kuill's payment, which the Ugnaught refused.

"Please, you deserve this." Mando insisted, but Kuill stood his ground. He explained how the territory was overtaken by mercenaries who would bring destruction along with them. Although you were confused about why Kuill would help you, considering the circumstances.

"There will be no peace until they're gone," Kuill claimed.

Your brows drew together. "Then why'd you help us? We're quite literally two mercenaries."

Kuill looked at Mando, "I have never met a Mandalorian. I've only read the stories. If they are true, you will make quick work of it. Then there will be peace."

You rolled your eyes, smirking gently. "We'll see if the Mandalorian lives up to his title."

Mando turned his head wordlessly. You couldn't tell if he was annoyed by your comment or unbothered, confident that he could prove you right.

"I am curious about your abilities. Considering the weapon you wield." Kuill spoke eagerly.

Shivers ran down your spine as your blood ran cold. You fixed your gaze on Kuill, baffled by what you'd heard. After traveling with a seasoned warrior, you were surprised he hadn't noticed, but some random Ugnaught? You'd be damned if he reported you to the New Republic.

"How did you...?"

The wind whisked by, filling the silence as you tightened your grip on the blurrgs skin, needing something to stimulate the chaos accumulating in you. When It whimpered, you flinched and loosened your hold.

"You are not as inconspicuous as you think," Kuill answered, turning his blurrg around.

You were about to jump off your blurrg and force him to elaborate. "Wait a damn minute!"

"I have spoken." Kuill waved and left you two behind to return to his farm, leaving you wary about your alliance.

After settling your blurrgs, the two of you approached the cliff's edge and laid on the sand for Mando to observe the site through a telescope. Stakeouts were the worst of any mission you'd taken part in, especially now that it was with a man you could hardly tolerate. However, that couldn't stop you from completing your mission, so you spent your time getting comfortable.

"What was he talking about?" Mando asked, cutting the still atmosphere. "Are you some kind of warrior too?"

Your stomach churned.

"It doesn't matter. The warrior he thought I was, they're all dead." You mumbled. "Just focus on getting us into that camp."

He halted, reeling back when you vigorously ended the conversation. Thankfully, he didn't argue with you and simply listened to the gentle taps of your fingers on the sand. Later, he huffed softly and recoiled from the telescope to hand it to you.

"Bounty droid," Mando uttered begrudgingly.

You peered through the scope with a chuckle, "why do they always make them look so stupid?"

Mando snatched the telescope from you and spied on the commotion below again. From your distance, you couldn't tell what was happening, but you understood the gist when blaster shots echoed throughout the valley. You could distinguish a Nikto's body fall, followed by two more. Using your elbows to lift yourself, you peeked over the cliff to get a better view when Mando got up to leave.

"Droids." He spat distastefully.

You jumped to your feet and scrambled after him. "Don't tell me you're going to go harass a droid of all things."

"Just follow my lead."

Down in the encampment, you hid behind a wall, standing next to Mando who glanced intensely around the corner. You stood quietly, dusting off your clothes.

"Are you gonna go or what?"

Mando spun to face you, "Wait here until I can sort this out."

You dismissed him, mumbling "Good luck" as he left. Mando roared at the droid to stand down as he revealed himself but returned abruptly when his body smashed into the row of barrels to your left. He groaned while sitting up and tiredly held up the tracking fob.

"I'm in the guild!" He yelled.

"You are a guild member? I thought I was the only one on assignment." The droid—or IG as you heard Mando exclaim—rotated its in a perplexed manner.

You popped your head out to intrude on their chat.

"Not anymore. You're not the only one who needs funds."

Mando now stood across from you with his back to a wall. "So much for the element of surprise."

"Sadly, I must ask for your fob." IG ignored Mando's sarcasm. "I already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine."

You tip your head, feeling inclined to expose yourself fully.

"I beg your pardon?" You clenched your hands tightly to suppress the feeling of your veins about to burst.

Mando called you, furiously shaking his head. "No!" he cried, keeping his voice low. In response, you grumbled, and let your hands fall to your sides.

"Unless I'm mistaken, you are, as of yet, empty-handed." Mando countered the droid's request.

The droid lingered. "This is true."

"I have a suggestion."

"Proceed."

Mando surveyed his surroundings, "We split the reward."

Hearing that struck a chord in you. And without regard for whether your cover was exposed, you marched over to Mando, virtually prepared to strangle him.

"Split it? SPLIT THE REWARD?"

"Do you want to deal with the droid?"

"No!"

"Then let me handle this."

You glared at him momentarily, attempting to deduce if you could entrust him the bargain. His reassuring nod settled you and allowed him to finish what he started.

"This is acceptable." IG agreed to the offer.

"Great! Now let's regroup, out of harm's way, and form a plan."

IG ignored him once more and rather approached, blabbering about extra terms for the deal that would mainly benefit it. Mando, who was already impatient, snapped.

"CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS LATER?"

"I require an answer if I am to proceed-"

A blaster bolt struck IG's shoulder, and it began to alert you. This caused Mando to draw his pistol, lean out, and fire at the cloaked individual standing atop a roof nearby. They gasped and fell to their death, their body stirring up dust. To the right a door hissed open, followed by additional blaster fire sent your way.

Grudgingly, you withdrew your pistol, a bit bitter that your vibroblade would be useless in this fight, and protected Mando's rear as each of you advanced. Now concealed, ducked behind a line of barrels, Mando seized the opportunity to retrieve his tracking fob and locate the bounty.

"He's in there!" he revealed. The fob pointed towards a programmed door a few feet away. IG responded by drawing its blasters and eliminating enemies scattered around, granting you and Mando time to race toward the door. This still wasn't enough and the heat of the crossfire quickly became hazardous, forcing you back into hiding. Mando caught a few stragglers along the way and gave IG an opening to place himself beside you and Mando behind the pillar.

Worsening matters, their reinforcements arrived.

"It appears we are trapped," IG concluded.

You ran a hand over your face. "No shit."

"I will initiate self-destruct sequencing."

Mando whipped his head around, gaping at the droid. With very brief negotiating, Mando was able to convince IG not to self-destruct and instead assist you while he tried to get the door opened. IG surprisingly complied.

"Follow my lead, droid." You grunted. IG complied and precisely shot incoming enemies, bestowing you effective support. Mando concentrated to try and unlock the blast door, while you focused on each corpse that dropped by your hand. With each pull of the trigger, your heartbeat quickened and your pupils dilated dangerously.

A surreal fixation engulfed you, blurring the lines between the present and the sickening reality raging in your head. You thrived by watching a meceranerie's eyes dull into vacant husks. This longing was the work of it. It was bloodthirst, an entity that leeched on your soul and invaded every crevice of your being.

Now, it was back.

A bullet whizzed past your head and blasted the door, landing right beside Mando's hands and pushing him to succumb to stress and call for you and IG. In seconds you were pinned by enemy fire, forcing you back into hiding.

"This is just great! Absolutely perfect!" You shout.

"Now is not the time!" Mando shouted over the deafening blaster fire. And he was right, again.

Loud hovering came from the distance, arousing your suspicion. What more could these mercenaries bring in?

"I will initiate self-destruct," IG said.

"Do not self-destruct!" Mando hissed, pressing his back against the wall. "We're shooting our way out!"

You grab his arm, "That's suicide!"

He glanced at you and yanked his arm away, following IG into the open. They raised their blasters, standing confidently until you heard footsteps rushing through the sand, and their bodies squished against yours. In the blink of an eye, the pillar was peppered with blaster fire.

"New plan!" Mando announced.

You buried your face in your hands, "can it be a good one this time?!"

IG intruded, "Beginning self-destruct countdown."

"No! Stop it!" Mando rebutted before gesturing to the enemy. "Draw their fire, I'll take it out."

"Do you know what you're doing?" You questioned gruffly.

"Just do it!"

You groaned as you and IG ran out in opposite directions, effectively removing the mercenary's attention from Mando, who pulled the laser cannon toward him with a grappling hook. Now with Mando manning the cannon, and you snuffing anyone who targeted him, your team efficiently achieved victory within minutes.

You pocketed your blaster and used a hand to wave smoke out of your face. Around you were dozens of bodies, littered with blaster bolt wounds and accompanied by specs of singed flesh surrounding them. It was impressive, what you could accomplish with just a Mandalorian and a droid. Although Mando had areas for improvement, he was a useful ally. One you'd like to keep, for now.

Mando stepped off the cannon as it powered down, and you joined him to help IG up off the ground, who was disengaging its self-destruct sequence initiative.

"You know, you're not so bad. For a droid" Mando complimented.

"Agreed," IG replied.

You stifled a laugh, finding it funny how fast Mando switched his opinion of IG. Luckily, IG expressed it was fully functional with a few minor damages after running a diagnostic.

"Glad you're okay, really." You patted IG's shoulder, "But, we still need to get inside if you didn't notice."

Mando and IG peeped at the door before turning to the cannon.

You grinned, eyeing the machine. "Smart choice. You've improved, Mando."

Once inside, Mando shot the last sentry and confirmed there were no remaining survivors, so you began searching.

"My sensors indicate that there is a life form present," IG informed.  

"How small can this bounty be? Everyone else here is dead." You frowned, kicking the body of the sentry to prove your point.

Mando slowly rotated and listened as the fob’s beeping increased. It deactivated when Mando directed it toward a silver pram in the corner of the room. You stepped over the body and came to Mando's side, along with IG, curious to know whose immeasurable importance required dozens of sentries to guard and conceal it.

Mando looked at you before opening the pram, revealing a tiny green head.

You froze.

"Wait. They said 50 years old." Mando stated in confusion.

"Species age differently," IG explained. "Perhaps it could live many centuries."

The creature cooed and pushed its blanket away, revealing big eyes that stared at you. You glared intensely; a lump caught in your throat when its face morphed into another that you'd known. The same wrinkly green skin and dark void-like eyes so scarily familiar. Yet, this creature had apparent innocence.

But he was not. The innocence he obtained, if any, had vanished. His sin would never be forgotten, especially by you. It couldn't be after he discarded you as if it was effortless. You could barely differentiate him from this tiny thing. It didn't matter if they were different souls. The bloodlust wanted them dead.

Your daze was postponed as you noticed IG aim with its blaster aimed at the quarry, wishing for it to follow through. Although, it hesitated due to Mando's interference.

"The asset was to be terminated." IG insisted, ignoring the Mandalorian entirely.

You flinched faintly as a blaster went off, followed by the clunk of metal hitting the floor. IG lay dead next to your feet. You observed as Mando held out his finger for the creature to grab, making it squeal happily and reach for him with its teeny claws.

"This is what caused all that trouble?"

Mando sighed. "It seems that way."

Your fists clenched unconsciously by your sides, forcing you to constrain yourself from doing anything rash. You shoved your twitching hands into your cloak's pockets to reduce Mando's inklings of you. Looking at the creature for a final time, you swivel away, struggling to expunge every trace of his face from your mind.

"Whatever it is, that’s irrelevant. We need to complete our mission. Nothing good ever comes from disobeying orders."

1.2

THE PARTNERSHIP

CHARACTER(S): Din Djarin PAIRING(S): Din Djarin x Fem Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 WORD COUNT: 2108 REQUESTED: No ❎ CHAPTER WARNING(S): Violence, Mention of injury SERIES OVERVIEW: Two bounty hunters, one a lone Mandalorian living by his honorable creed, and you, a retired warrior driven by revenge and survival, cross paths and are forced to work together on a covert job out of desperation. When you discover your mysterious target is a vulnerable child with abilities that are wanted by imperial remnants, you and the Mandalorian make the ultimate sacrifice to become fugitives in hopes of protecting and reuniting it with its kind by navigating the galaxy as fugitives. The only way to survive is to learn how to trust the Mandalorian while concealing your former identity that could put an end to you and your newfound comrades. CHAPTER SUMMARY: You're still reluctant with your new partnership and suspicious of the secrecy surrounding your mission. Fortunately, the Mandalorian isn't the worst company to have. NOTE(S): If anyone was wondering, all of these chaps I'm about to post are pre-written and are uploaded to my other accounts. So up until chapter 15 is when updates will start slowing down over here on Tumblr 💜

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Teaming up with a Mandalorian who would shoot you and lead you into a Stormtrooper ambush wasn’t how you envisioned your day would go. This mission wasn’t ideal either, but without the credits you’d receive from securing the bounty, you'd be stranded on Nevarro while your ship would continue to collect dust.

If Mando screwed this up, you’d ensure the guild saw his corpse as a warning. Your patience with him was already growing thin.

With a sneer, you examined the Stormtroopers’ rusty armor, stirring memories you’d rather forget.

“Looks like some people are still kissing the Empire's ass, even after they're gone.” You muttered loud enough for a nearby Stormtrooper to hear. They clutched their blaster’s trigger.

“Don’t provoke them,” Mando mumbled sharply.

“Fuck off Mando.” You held your middle finger before his visor. “Maybe I should start calling you that. It has a nice ring to it.”

He stared at you briefly before bringing his attention to the old man, the Client.

“Greef Karga said you were coming.” He announced smirking as he leaned against his old desk.

“What else did he say?” Mando replied.

“He said you were the best in the parsec.”

You scoffed, unable to contain yourself due to hearing such bullshit. Everyone’s attention was now on, and it made your skin crawl.

The Client peeked at you questioningly. “I wasn’t informed you had a partner.”

“It’s temporary.” You ensured gruffly, glaring at the old man.

He shrugged, not finding you relevant before focusing on the Mandalorian again. The conversation was interrupted when a Stormtrooper yelled, followed by a panicked man bursting into the room.

The Mandalorian unleashed his blaster and aimed at the old man. The troopers responded instantly by aiming their blasters at both of you.

“Drop your weapons!” A second Stormtrooper ordered. You turned to scowl at them, having the urge to pierce their skull with your vibroblade.

“Pardon. Uh Sorry.” The man apologized for the commotion he caused, adjusting his glasses. “I didn’t mean to alarm.”

“This is Doctor Pershing.” The Client began as he gestured towards the doctor. “Please, excuse his lack of decorum. His enthusiasm outweighs his discretion.”

The Client’s eyes then narrowed and his lips sunk into a frown. “Please lower your weapons.”

“Have them lower theirs first.” Mando negotiated, tilting his head towards the Stormtroopers. You didn’t care whether they agreed to Mando’s terms or not. You’d kill them if they tried anything. The fewer Stormtroopers in the galaxy, the better.

“We have you four to two.” A Stormtrooper boasted loudly. You threw a dagger in their direction, purposely missing their head, which caught the attention of the others. The air was thick with tension as you waited for them to make the next move, confident that you could counter anything they attempted.

“Just because I don’t like him, doesn’t mean I won’t pass up an opportunity.” You said, shrugging as you went to get your dagger out of the wall.

The Client hummed and sat down in his seat again. “He also said you were expensive, very expensive. Please, sit.”

Mando reluctantly held his stance but ultimately yielded to the Client’s demand. He set his blaster beside him and quietly took his seat across from the old man.

“What about your partner?” The Client questioned, surveying you from his desk.

Yanking your blade from the wall, you twirled it gracefully, feeling the cool metal against your skin. The glint from the blade reflected in your eyes, casting an ominous shadow across the rest of your face. As you peered into the metal, your breath caught in your throat. The distorted image of your bloodied face stared back at you, eyes devoid of consciousness. 

The crimson liquid dripped onto the front of your robes, its metallic sense suffocating your nostrils even when you weren’t present there. Familiar screams echoed in your ears, mingling with the sound of a lightsaber tearing through flesh. Their terrified, agonizing pleas became louder, reverberating against your skull until you shoved the blade back into your belt before you could succumb to hysteria.

After you stabilized your breathing by quickly tensing and relaxing your muscles, you finally responded to the Client.

“I’m fine over here, where I can tell if your friends are trying anything.” You replied, standing near the wall, but close enough to overhear their upcoming conversation.

“Be my guest.” The Client dismissed before taking out a red cloth and unwrapping it revealing a Beskar ingot.

Mando straightened his posture. “Beskar?”

The Client nodded. “Go ahead, it's real. This is only a down payment. And I have a camtono of Beskar waiting for you upon delivery of the asset.”

Mando titled his head. “Alive?”

“Yes, alive.”

You ran a hand down your face as you groaned, and a Stormtrooper a few feet away from you scoffed. You whipped your head to glare at them while your fist twitched at your side.

“What?” You snapped.

He laughed. “Did you think all of your clients want you to kill their bounties?”

You shook your head, “No. It just makes hauling bodies inside a ship easier. Do you want a demonstration?”

The Stormtrooper became quiet and stepped back next to his comrades, stiffly turning away from you. Listening in on the conversation again, you only remember the important data. The Client refused to supply you with a bounty puck and only gave you a tracking fob. There was also no chain code, and the bounty was 50 years old.

Once Mando stood up to leave you followed, taking another glance at the Client as he gave a shady farewell.

“The Beskar belongs back into the hands of a Mandalorian. It is good to restore the natural order of things, after a period of such disarray. Don’t you agree?”

Mando froze before the door, almost causing you to run into him. Your brows furrowed when you looked up at him, seeing his helmet tilt slightly towards the floor. Other than that, he barely reacted to the man’s words before continuing through the hissing door.

“I guess he doesn’t agree.” You called over your shoulder and winked at the old man before leaving the room, your cynical chuckles echoing throughout the hall.

Following around a guy who barely spoke was quite boring. However, it was a bit hypocritical coming from you, as you favored keeping quiet if you weren’t going to sardonically comment about something. But you didn’t want to work with a copy of yourself.

“So, where are we headed?”

“You're going back to the cantina. Until I tell you otherwise.”

You glowered and grabbed Mando’s shoulder to forcefully spin him around and face you. With significant effort, you forced your frown into a strained grin.

“Who says you’re not going to run off and go after the bounty on your own?” 

Mando shoved you, and his words were curt yet firm. “I’m not you.”

Putting a hand on your chin, you thought about if that was in character for you and eventually hummed in semi-agreement. “Well, you’re not wrong. But still, fuck off.”

“Just shut up and do as I say.”

You grumbled. “Why should I? Karga said you were my partner, not my commander.”

“Because I’m the only one who can help you get your money.”

Regardless of how badly you wished to bash his head in, you knew he was right. Without the tracking fob and a ship–considering yours had its last run traveling to Nevarro–without Mando, locating the bounty would be impossible. 

Additionally, with a six-foot Mandalorian accompanying you wherever you went, you practically had a human shield at your disposal. Scoffing humorlessly, you backed away from him and savored your scornful counters for later.

You spoke up after turning your back from him, heading in the cantina’s direction. “Whatever you’re about to do. Be quick about it.”

“...No.”

You snarled under your breath and shoved your hands into your pockets, glancing over your shoulder. Mando swiftly disappeared around a corner, and from that alone, you concluded he was used to making uneventful exits, which were still somewhat dramatic in a way. The ragged cape that whisked behind him everywhere enhanced his appearance. But, despite how aesthetically pleasing he was, everything about him still irritated you.

“What a fucking dick.”

Inside the cantina you sit alone at a table, gorging on a bowl of soup that you bought with leftover credits. It’s been days since you’ve eaten a healthy meal instead of the moderately expired snacks on your ship. This wasn’t a terrible way to pass the time, but the curiosity of Mando’s whereabouts was eating at you. When you encounter him again, you could probe his mind, forcing him to reveal his secrets. It was always a useful tool to use against others, something you learned during your days as an Inquisitor.

Murmurs filled the cantina as someone entered. Their footsteps were heavy against the floor, making it easy to know when they approached behind you. Mando stood silently as you titled your head back, held the bowl against your lips, and loudly swallowed the rest of your meal. After you finished and set your dish on the table, you got up to greet him.

“What was your little side quest about?” You questioned, wiping some soup off your mouth with your sleeve.

“None of your business.” He replied. “Let’s go.”

Leaving no room for argument, he strides out of the cantina without asking you to follow. But he knew you’d follow because you had no other choice. It was either that or being stranded. And that wasn’t an option. You were going to tie up your loose ends, and that wouldn't happen on this planet.

The soft hum of hyperspace alongside the ship’s creaking were the only noises throughout the silent cockpit. You tapped your fingers against your thighs and breathily whistled, waiting for anything interesting to occur. Surprisingly, Mando saved you and cut the silence first.

“I shot you.”

You raised a brow, directing your gaze to him.

“Yeah?”

“So how is your wound gone?”

Your eyes flicked down to the hidden saber inside your pocket, making you chortle. “It’s something you wouldn’t understand.” You replied.

Mando stared at you, his silence thick with irritation.

“What?” You shrugged. “You have your secrets. I have mine.”

With that, Mando focused on the viewport, observing the cloudy blue tunnel of hyperspace surrounding his ship.

Were people so unaware of the force? You thought it was a natural component of life, something that every living being obtained. Yet, some didn’t know it existed. You were baffled, but even without knowing who Mando was, you knew he lived a completely different life from you, and it was probably best that he wasn’t force-sensitive. Because it seems like he turned out better than you ever did.

Soon, Mando’s ship landed on Arvala-7, a desert planet you thought was a decent upgrade from your last mission’s location. You followed Mando–who already had his rifle out–down the ship’s ramp and onto the sandy drylands. You watched Mando hold out the tracking fob before suddenly pocketing it to scan the horizon through his rifle’s scope.

You stifled a laugh as you watched a hostile Blurrg charge at both of you, which was the worst moment for Mando to be distracted. Clearing your throat, you took a few cautious steps away from him.

“Mando. I think you need to-!”

Your warning proved ineffective, and the Blurrg latched its teeth onto Mando’s arm, swinging him around like a ragdoll. Placing your hand over your mouth, you snickered when Mando began punching the Blurrg in the face, forcing it to drop him briefly before biting him again, repeatedly slamming him against the ground. 

The quarrel continued for a bit, with you standing on the sidelines enjoying the view. Eventually, the confrontation ended when the Blurrg holding Mando was shot with a tranquilizer dart, along with a second one that appeared abruptly and attempted to charge him.

The owner of the darts approached. It was a Ugnaught who mounted a seemingly docile Blurrg.

“You are a bounty hunter.” He stated.

The Mando heaved beneath his mask, leaning forward to rest his hands on his knees. “Yes.”

“I will help you...and your comrade.” The Ugnaught declared, glancing over at you. “I have spoken.”

The Ugnaught steered his Blurrg around and began leading you to someplace unknown. You smirked, curious about how the Ugnaught would contribute to your mission.

Passing by the Mandalorian who was hauling himself back on his feet. You leaned down, knocking on the top of his helmet.

“Now that was a real good first impression.”

1.1

THE HELMETED THIEF

CHARACTER(S): Din Djarin PAIRING(S): Din Djarin (Mando) x Fem Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 WORD COUNT: 1,793 REQUESTED: No ❎ CHAPTER WARNING(S): Violence, Wound/Injury (Pretty Minor) OVERVIEW: Two bounty hunters, one a lone Mandalorian living by his honorable creed, and you, a retired warrior driven by revenge and survival, cross paths and are forced to work together on a covert job out of desperation. When you discover your mysterious target is a vulnerable child with abilities that are wanted by imperial remnants, you and the Mandalorian make the ultimate sacrifice to become fugitives in hopes of protecting and reuniting it with its kind by navigating the galaxy as fugitives. The only way to survive is to learn how to trust the Mandalorian while concealing your former identity that could put an end to you and your newfound comrades. CHAPTER SUMMARY: Your first encounter with the Mandalorian doesn't go as planned. NOTE(S): Happy Halloween y'all!!! 🎃👻🍬

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𝟗 𝐀𝐁𝐘

“Thank you! Thank you very much!” the Mythrol man said with a cheesy smile as he sat up in his seat at a bar table. “You have my heartfelt gratitude.”

The Mandalorian remained silent, staring down at the Mythrol behind his shiny t-shaped visor. Watching the lowlife attempt to offer the Mandalorian his leftovers was quite entertaining. You struggled to control your wheeze when the masked warrior dropped a puck onto the table, displaying a hologram of the Mythrol’s face with a bright red title “WANTED” above him.

“I can bring you in warm...” the Mandalorian began, reaching towards his pocket to reveal his blaster. “Or I can bring you in cold.”

Those few words were enough to get the Mythrol off his ass and into handcuffs. He followed after the Mandalorian since he valued his life, or what was left of it.

The Mandalorian didn’t wait for the Mythrol as he went to leave, eager to secure his bounty. His heavy steps notified you to step away from beside the entrance, flip out your vibroblade, and throw it in his direction. He stopped abruptly, utterly reactionless when the weapon grazed his visor and embedded itself into the wall next to him.

“I need to borrow a few minutes of your time. If you don’t mind.” You announced, facing the Mandalorian.

The Mythrol quickly glanced between the two of you and leaned sideways, whispering to the Mandalorian.

“Who’s this? Is she your friend?”

The Mandalorian didn’t respond.

You shook your head, answering the Mythrol’s question. “No. We’re far from friends, actually. After all, he's the one trying to flee with my bounty.”

“I never saw you try to claim it.” The Mandalorian refuted and observed you with a relaxed frame.

“I’m going to claim your life if you don’t step away.” You snarled. Your irritation never took long to conjure, especially around smartass hunters like him.

You heard him sigh under his helmet as he casually reached for his blaster. Smirking, you lifted your hand and pushed your palm outwards, causing the Mandalorian to go flying. His body smacked against a wall and the Mythrol jumped, making his handcuffs clink, which caught your attention. You chuckled when he gaped at you in fear and rushed over to grab him by his chains while keeping tabs on the struggling Mandalorian.

“Sorry for any of the damage sir. He’ll pay for all of it, I’m sure.” You gestured towards the Mandalorian as you bid farewell to the startled bartender and ran through the entrance. Grimacing, you stepped over a dismembered Quarren, his dismembered body lying in the doorway.

“Typical Mandalorians.” You scoffed before running out onto the frosty terrain. The Mythrol huffed as he sprinted to keep up with you. Up ahead, you could see the outline of an individual. Presumably, it was a ferryman, who could bring you closer to your ship and grant you an easy escape. Sighing in relief, you hastened your pace, just a few feet away from securing your reward and getting off the cold, insufferable planet.

You jolted when a scream blared in your ear, afterward whipping around to scold the Mythrol who’d made your eardrum ring.“Shut it! You damn-!”

Unable to finish your insult, you yelled when a searing pain exploded from your left calf. You accidentally pulled the Mythrol with you when you tumbled to the ground, groaning as his weight slammed into your back. Given the chance, he yanked his chains out of your hold and skittered away, peering at the person who had just approached.

“I had nothing to do with her scheme, I swear!” The Mythrol claimed, holding up his restrained hands.

A pair of boots clanked against the icy ground, stopping once they stepped into your sight. You glanced up, gritting your teeth when your eyes met a dark visor. He said nothing while gazing down at you, only watching you writhe in pain. Once it was clear you were incapacitated, the Mandalorian walked over, yanked the Mythrol up to his feet, and left.

“You think you can just shoot me and walk away?!” You shouted, attempting to catch his attention to bring him back. He continued ahead.

You groaned dramatically and twisted your body to sit up on your elbows. Closing your eyes, you gently held your hand against the cauterized wound. When you steadied your focus, you instantly felt your life energy flow through your fingers, channeling into the gnarly wound.

“This will be the last time I have to deal with one of those helmeted assholes.”

You returned to the bounty hunter’s guild on Nevarro, thankful that you were finally off that freezing planet. Hailing from a tropical environment, you avoided many cooler planets in the galaxy.

After searching the room, you quickly spotted Karga, an agent of the guild, through a crowd of your guildmates. You weren’t pleased to see him give away credits to the Mandalorian you encountered before.Sauntering over to Karga, you smiled tightly and firmly grasped his shoulder. “Can I talk to you? Just for a minute?”

Karga tried to respond, but you left him with no time to, pulling him away and out of the Mandalorian’s hearing range. Once your back was turned, you dropped your act and scowled at Karga.

“Who is he and why is he here?”

Karga’s eyes darted away from you as his face squinched in thought. “You mean the Mandalorian?”

You gasped, throwing your hands up in the air, “No! I mean the droid sitting across the room.”

Karga grunted and rolled his eyes, “don’t give me attitude.”

You ignored his demand. “Who is he?”

“He’s a bounty hunter. Just like you.”

“He’s a damn thief, who stole my bounty. That’s credits he just snatched from my pocket.”

Karga glanced at the Mandalorian who remained still in his original spot, then turned back to you, shrugging. “Tough luck.”

“Tough lu-!?” You paused and huffed before stepping closer to jab a finger at Karga’s chest.

“I need money.” You insisted.

Karga took a good look at you before sighing, gently pushing your hand away from him. “I already have something arranged. But I can add you to it, if you’re up for it that is.”

“This better not end up as another unpaid job, Karga.”

Karga shook his head and ushered you to a table. He signaled the Mandalorian from across the room as you both sat down. The Mandalorian took a seat between you and Karga shortly after. You glared at him silently, wondering if he noticed since all of his expressions were hidden.

“I’ve heard you two have already met,” Karga spoke, breaking the ice.

“I didn’t know shooting someone in the leg is a normal first impression.” You mumbled, propping your legs up on the table as you leaned back against the wall.

Karga glanced at you in his peripheral vision and cleared his throat loudly with his hands folded in front of him. With a defiant grunt, you conceded and waved at him to continue.

“Since you’re both interested in getting some extra pay...”

“My original pay.” You chipped in bitterly.

Karga held up his hand.

“There is one job.” He announced, causing a few heads to turn subtly.

“Let’s see the puck.” the Mandalorian replied.

Karga shook his head, “No puck. Face to face. Direct commission. Deep pocket.”

A dangerous glint appeared in your eyes as Karga’s description of this bounty piqued your interest. You slid your feet off the table and leaned forward, resting your arms on the hard material.

The Mandalorian titled his head, “Underworld?”

“All I know is no chain code.”

You smirked eagerly, holding out your hand and eyeing the chit in Karga’s grasp. The Mandalorian turned his head, and you felt his glare from behind the visor.

“You can hand that over to me, and I’ll be off to meet whoever this client of yours is.”

Karga looked at you unamused and you frowned when he made no move to give you the chit.

“Oh, you’ll be going on the mission. Just not alone...”

You stared narrowly at Karga as the puzzle pieces began to click. Standing up, you slammed your fists onto the table, fury rushing through your veins.

“You’re out of your damn mind, Karga.”

“I see no issue with this.”

“He shot my fucking leg!”

Karga paused, looking you up and down quizzically.

“You seem...fine to me?”

“That's beside the point!”

The Mandalorian spoke up, barging into the conversation. “We’ll do it. Just hand it over so we can go.”

Your head snapped to look at him, “No we-!”

“Quiet.”

Karga glanced between you both, seemingly amused by the bickering. It wasn't often that he got so much entertainment.

“So, do we have an arrangement?”

“Yes.” The Mandalorian confirmed.

“Excellent.” Karga gave the chit to the Mandalorian. “I'm sure you'll both succeed.”

You flipped Karga off and got up from the table, following the Mandalorian reluctantly out of the cantina.

Frowning deeply, your hooded eyes burned holes into the back of his helmet. You could take the easy route and shoot him. Maybe use the force to strangle him. Or, go with your favorite idea: rip off his helmet, destroy his pride, and sink your lightsaber into his heart.

“Is there a problem?” He questioned, watching you over his shoulder.

You neatly folded your arms behind your back, glancing at him nonchalantly.

“Nothing for you to worry about.”

Viewing the various stands and shops surrounding the streets, you've grown to realize that you’ve barely settled down to enjoy Nevarro’s culture and customs. After all, you were almost always off planet, living in your ship for weeks straight. Although the planet had a rugged charm, you would always miss the elegance and simplicity of your home. But you knew you'd never step foot there again. It was something you had to leave behind to move on, the only way for your scars to heal.

But have you begun to heal, even after all you've sacrificed?

“Focus. We're here.”

You blinked, stopping beside the Mandalorian with your arms crossed over your chest. He held the chit up to the droid once it popped out of the wall, spewing gibberish in a foreign language.

“Oh, I'm focused. Because I'm not letting you steal another coin out of my pocket, Mando.”

You heard him scoff as the door opened, letting you inside to meet a power droid, which led down a corridor. Stopping in front of a door, the droid stepped aside as it opened and revealed a group of armed Stormtroopers.

A harsh scowl wrinkled your features and was accompanied by your eye’s irritated twitch and clenched fists, veins practically bulging out of your skin.

“What, the fuck?”

1.0 (Prologue)

THE INQUISITOR

CHARACTER(S): Din Djarin PAIRING(S): Din Djarin (Mando) x Fem Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 WORD COUNT: 668 REQUESTED: No ❎ CHAPTER WARNING(S): Blood & Gore, Character Death (Not Major), Violence SERIES OVERVIEW: Two bounty hunters, one a lone Mandalorian living by his honorable creed, and you, a retired warrior driven by revenge and survival, cross paths and are forced to work together on a covert job out of desperation. When you discover your mysterious target is a vulnerable child with abilities that are wanted by imperial remnants, you and the Mandalorian make the ultimate sacrifice to become fugitives in hopes of protecting and reuniting it with its kind by navigating the galaxy as fugitives. The only way to survive is to learn how to trust the Mandalorian while concealing your former identity that could put an end to you and your newfound comrades. CHAPTER SUMMARY: Many in the galaxy have a past they want kept secret. And with a history like yours, it'd be best to follow that trend. NOTE(S): Finally getting this up onto Tumblr! 💜

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𝟏𝟎 𝐁𝐁𝐘

Flames whisked around your cape as they parted, making way for you. They were the only obstacle between you and the trembling man before you who tripped over his feet. His lightsaber illuminated a green aura around him, contrasting the red glow of your saber that reflected in your impassive gaze.

It was underwhelming, traveling to Hoth and tearing down a village just to eliminate one man. A man who could hardly defend his home, or himself. He lay on the ground, hissing as small sparks of fire singed his dirty skin. You stood stiffly, towering over his inferior form when you activated your weapon's second blade, which quickly began to spin.

“Stop! Please!” His voice trembled. “I know who you are!”

You paused your pursuit, your red blade inches from his neck. Peering down, your fists clenched in impatience. “Begging won't spare you.” You asserted. If it weren’t for the sliver of control you maintained, he would’ve been buried in the snow beneath your feet.

He shook his head, deactivating his saber before standing with raised hands.

“You’re Y/N Nintri, correct? I remember you, Plo Koon’s Padawan. Commander Nintri of the 104th Battalion.”

Your lips pursed and your grip on the handle of your saber tightened. The Jedi Order and the Republic had long been demolished, destroyed by the very man who had sworn to lead it valiantly.

“My association with them was tethered long ago. They turned their backs on me.”

“Please! You have to understand! None of us knew it was coming!” The man cried, insisting to prove the order’s innocence.

“They were warned long before it happened! I tried to save us, and they responded by slaughtering my friend! My brother!” You bellowed, shoving the spinning blade towards his jugular. His flesh sizzled under the immense heat, producing a pungent scent that swiftly wafted to you.

He wailed and gritted his teeth, enduring the agony of his skin melting under pure plasma. “You can’t blame everyone, Nintri. You have to understand. Look deeper!”

You tilted your head, scowling at his utter ignorance. “I blame the man who ordered my execution. And now, I will work under him and wait for the moment when I get to slice his throat.”

Rage surged through your blood, urging you to complete the task entrusted to you. Your bloodlust was immense, suffocating even. Similar to a craving, it influenced your very being. If it wasn’t satiated, it would take whatever it needed to thrive, practically making you its vessel. You wanted nothing more than to feel the man's life force hang on by a threat, before inevitably fading.

When your wrist communicator rang, you didn't care enough to glance down, keeping your narrowed eyes fixed on the man.

“First Sister. Have you completed your task?”

The man's eyes drifted to your comm, quivering when he understood his dire situation. He looked at you again through a teary gaze, silently pleading with you. Your lightsaber stopped spinning, leaving the two of you in silence with the only sound being your heaving breaths, and the steady humming of your blade.

“First Sister? Report!”

You closed your eyes and exhaled deeply, then jabbed the button on your comm to respond.

“It'll be done.”

Without further response the other line died, and the man hurriedly reached to his side to retrieve and activate his lightsaber. “Stop this! You don't have to-!”

He gargled, blood oozing from around his wound and trickling down his chest as your lightsaber pierced his throat, granting him a swift death. You watched as his life force left him, his eyes becoming lightless voids before his body fell to the ground. His beige robes were stained crimson, and the color soon painted the pearly white snow below, marking his grave.

You achieved what you were meant to. You upheld your end of the bargain and received your wish yet were still unsatisfied.

Because the man’s head you wanted severed on a platter was still alive.

SERIES MASTERLIST

CHARACTER(S): Din Djarin PAIRING(S): Din Djarin x Fem Reader TYPE: Long Fic 📜 GENRE(S): Fluff, Angst, Action RATING: Mature (Implied Explicit Content) WARNING(S): Graphic Violence & Gore, Major Character Death, Depictions of PTSD, Non-Explicit Sexual Content SERIES SUMMARY: Two bounty hunters, one a lone Mandalorian living by his honorable creed, and you, a retired warrior driven by revenge and survival, cross paths and are forced to work together on a covert job out of desperation. When you discover your mysterious target is a vulnerable child with abilities that are wanted by imperial remnants, you and the Mandalorian make the ultimate sacrifice to become fugitives in hopes of protecting and reuniting it with its kind by navigating the galaxy as fugitives. The only way to survive is to learn how to trust the Mandalorian while concealing your former identity that could put an end to you and your newfound comrades.

CHAPTERS

1.0: Prologue

1.1: The Helmeted Thief

1.2: The Partnership

1.3: The Encampment

1.4: The Jawas

1.5: The Mudhorn

Hello :)

I'm a writer and go by the name Kitsune, and I write fanfiction as a hobby (And because I have too many hyperfixations). But I also write original stories; I just don't post them online like at all.

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Gachiakuta

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