thinkin ab a reader who has difficulty connecting to their dathomirian heritage but having a strong affinity for shadow maigick who ends up with a huge bounty on their head...................... and mando comin to try n collect a check................................................... only to be met with undead bounty hunters that tried to do the same............... do i write yes or no
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Summary: The Child wasnât the first time Mando broke a contract to save someone. You were the first, presumed dead thanks to his help after he was supposed to capture you. Now, you work under a false name with Mando to pay off your dues. However, as time drags on and he breaks another Guild contract, buried feelings between you two bubble to the surface.Â
Warnings: violence, mentions of abuse, traumatic past, lots of angst, slow burn
A/N: The parts will follow chronological order but wonât be exact replicas of the episodes used (itâs a real pain). Also there will be inconsistencies as I am still new to the fandom, I only started getting into Star Wars like 2 months before Rise of Skywalker came out. So please be gentle!!!
Prelude:Â
Part 1 - The Deal
Season 1 and 2:Â
Part 2 - Two Makes Three
Part 3 - Never Lose Me
Part 4 - Beskar and Broken Hearts
Part 5 - Heavy Weighs the Helmet
Part 6 - Loss and Gain
Part 7 - Brown Eyes
Part 8 - Beauty Guarded By Armour
Part 9 - Too Hard To Say Goodbye
Epilogue:
Part 10 - Partners In Crime
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This was inspired by everyoneâs favourite @dindjarindiaries â and her lovely fic âThe Challengeâ go read it because it's way better than this bullshit that my brain came up with. Youâre an amazing writer Molly, I am sorry for this. Iâm not sure why I really wrote this, but I hope you enjoy!
IMAGINE: Din leaves you for the day to go on a hunt. You entertain yourself and end up very drunk by the time he comes to find you. Hilarity ensues. (Drink responsibly kids!)
Word count: 2.4k... this was meant to be short.Â
Warnings: Mention of alcohol, violence, and vomit! Please drink responsibly!! Cheeky bit of pining, little bit of flirting, fluff at the end!
The decision to leave you out of todayâs hunt was a mutual one. You were tired and in need of a rest, the quarry was easy and Din was more than capable on his own anyway. So, he left you in a small town a few miles from his destination. In that small town, you found a tired old cantina, filled with enough booze and pleasant conversation to survive the next few hours.Â
The hunt was done, the victim handed off successfully to the right person and Din was on his way to find you so you could move on to the next planet. He was tired and bruised from the hunt and wanted to get back to the safety of the Crest sooner rather than later, but knew as soon as he heard your distinctive laugh from outside the cantina that that was not going to be the reality.Â
As if you knew he was coming, you stumbled out of the door before he could even open it. Your hair was messed up, strands falling out of the tie and into your face. There was liquid spilled down the front of your shirt and your boots were untied. You looked a mess. For a second he was a little worried, until a goofy smile spread across your face when you recognised him.Â
âYou came back!â You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around the Mandalorian. Shocked, Din stands still. Not really sure what to do with himself. You notice and laugh, stumbling back off him. âYou were gone for like a million hours! I missed youâÂ
âIt was ten hours,â Din said with a smile, âBut weâre going now,â
âGreat, âcus I donât think I can go back in there again,â You ran ahead of Din a few paces and grimaced. âNot a lot of friends were made today! But-but- but! I did a good thing actually!â Din just kept walking, trying not to entertain your rambling. You carried on anyway, you were used to his silence by now. âThere was this twiâlek right, looked great but oh my stars! The worst! Turns out he knew you! Everyone knows you, not a surprise there. But he also knew that I was with you and tried to chat shit about you!â You were shouting now, gesturing animatedly and zigzagging across the street. âAnd he kept going so I just punched him,â You mimicked your actions from early, swinging your arm and using the momentum to turn back around to face the Mandalorian, âPunched him straight in the face! It was awesome!âÂ
âYou didnât need to do that,âÂ
âHe was an asshole of course I did,â You sighed, âAnd apparently you know his sister or something? Didnât realise you were such a Casanova, Tinman!â Again Din didnât reply. He knew exactly who you were on about and was a little proud that youâd punched the guy. Must have been Xiâanâs brother. âWell, of course you are,â You continued. âYouâre so freaking handsome all the time, and nobody can even see your face!â You swung back around to walk forward again, swinging your arms by your sides and giggling as you thought about what the Mandalorian might look like. You hadnât been in his crew long but had developed feelings for him quite quickly. Not that Din knew this, âYou know, I bet youâre really pretty under that helmet,â You tapped the top of his head for emphasis. âI donât think you understand how pretty you are with it on! Maybe itâs for the best that you keep it on, youâd never be able to get anything done!âÂ
âAlright, y/n,âÂ
âYouâre going to make some woman very happy one day Mando,â You said with a dreamy look in your eye.Â
Din smiled and blushed a little at your words. At the same time you had developed feelings for Din, Din had developed feelings for you. He was very glad to have the helmet to hide how obvious a blush came to his face when you said things like that. He wanted nothing more than to make you happy, if you only knew.Â
The pair carried on walking out of the town, and towards the small valley the crest had been hidden in. You carried on rambling away, telling him in immense detail everything that had happened while he was gone.Â
âAnd then I got challenged to a drinking contest with this other dude. I say dude but turns out he was a Wookie. And I won! Everyone says I didnât but I saw the way he walked out of there, I won so hard! Drunk him under the table,â You spoke quickly and animatedly. Din wasnât really listening anymore, just enjoying the sound of your voice and watching you as you walked ahead making sure you didnât fall over. âYou should have been there and we could have smashed it!â You laughed, spinning around to face him again now with a puzzled look on your face. âHave you ever been drunk, Mando?âÂ
âA few times,â He replied, âWatch where youâre going,âÂ
âI am,â You say, continuing to walk backwards anyway. You thought about something for a second then spoke again, âBut what about the Creed? Donât you have to drink alone? Or,â You stopped again and burst into laughter. Din stopped walking, his patience growing a little thin. âD-do you, Ha!â You could barely get your words out, tears streaming down your face laughing at your own thoughts. âTo- to get around the cr-creed⌠oh my stars!âÂ
âY/n I donât have time for this,â He said sharply.
âYou have to use a straw!â You howled with laughter. Din shook his head, he wanted to be annoyed at you but your infectious laugh had caught him. He stifled his own laughter. âI want to see it so bad! Oh my stars!âÂ
âYouâve had your fun now,â Din tried to sound serious, his voice wavering a bit through the modulator as he tried not to laugh.Â
âYes, yes⌠oh! Iâm sorry,â You tried to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. âYes, Iâm sorry youâre a super serious Mandalorian you wouldnât use a straw!â You coughed to force yourself to calm down but cackled with laughter again. Din started walking again, leaving you behind a few paces while you calmed yourself down. Eventually, you followed and saw the ship over the crest of the hill.Â
âIâll race you!â You called, already speeding past the Mandalorian down the grassy hill. âWinner gets the refresher first!âÂ
You ran as fast as you could, and looked back for just a second to see that your companion hadnât followed you. Before you could even blink you tripped and fell on a rock sticking out of the grass. You fell, flipping over and landing with a thud on your back. You skidded to a halt at the bottom of the hill, conveniently next to your intended destination. This made Din run.Â
Once he got to the bottom where you were, his panic quickly vanished as he found you in fits of laughter yet again.Â
âDid you see that!â You laughed. âI won!âÂ
âAre you alright?âÂ
âMy back hurts a little, but I won, loser!â You exclaimed, putting your fingers in a âLâ on your forehead. Din rolled his eyes. As if this whole experience couldnât get more ridiculous. âNot going to help me up?â You pouted and held up your arms like a child. Din uncrossed his arms and held his gloved hand out for you to grab and pulled you up to your feet again. The back of your shirt was ripped and grass stains covered the pale materials along with a few drops of blood. You didnât seem concerned at all as the alcohol in your system was numbing everything.Â
Din opened the Crest and you walked up the ramp to the safety of its interior.Â
âWhereâs the baby?â You whispered loudly. Ever since youâd joined the crew youâd loved the Child like your own. Another thing Din admired about you. âBaby! Weâre back,âÂ
âWhy are you whispering?âÂ
âShh!â You shoved your hand over the front of his helmet, âHe might be sleeping,â Din pushed your hand off, and you carried on walking into the ship, creeping on your tiptoes.Â
âI think you need to go to sleep,âÂ
âOnly if youâll come with me,â You turned around and looked the Mandalorian up and down, your playful attitude now turning darker. You played with the buttons of your shirt, slowly undoing them. Din was stunned, freezing in his spot.Â
âThat wouldnât be appropriate,â Din tried to stay composed, but it was becoming more and more difficult as you took your top off. He knew he couldnât do anything, you were way too drunk. He wasnât an idiot. But he was also human.Â
âI bet youâre so pretty under there,â You sighed. You moved to be closer to him when a small green creature stood on a box and caught your attention instead. âHey little guy!â Din took a sigh of relief, the tension you had created dissipated almost instantly as you bent down to pet the little creature.Â
While you were distracted he checked over your back, seeing only a few scrapes and deciding it would be fine until the morning when youâd sobered and also werenât trying to flirt with him anymore. Well, the last part he didnât mind so much.Â
Din went about his usual take-off activities. He could hear you talking to the Child, telling the little thing about your day and listening to it babble back, acting as if you could understand what it was saying. Eventually, you disappeared into the ship. Din hoped that you had gone to sleep.Â
You hadnât. You went to throw up, ultimately finding an empty freight box. The mixture of spinning from alcohol and the bumpy takeoff made for an upsetting mix. The Child grimaced and put its hand up to comfort you. An odd feeling washed over you, like a warm water trickling through you, then you felt better. You could see straight now. The Child seemed happy with whatever it had done and toddled away.Â
You pushed yourself off the floor, and went in search of a new shirt. The cold chill of space had begun to seep into the ship's cracks making you shiver. You stumbled into Dinâs quarters, you shouldnât have been in there but it was the first place you thought to look for a new shirt. And you found one. His cot was messy, clothes thrown around the small room. You couldnât help but think about him then, getting out of that armourâŚÂ
It was too much. You shook your head. Even your drunk brain knew it was wrong to think about him like that. He didnât like you, like that, there was no need to encourage the idea. Instead, you pulled the closest piece of clothing on. It was a little too big, but it smelt like him which made you smile.Â
You decided to go to the cockpit to bother the Mandalorian again. It was lonely being drunk on your own. You climbed up to the cockpit and stood in the door silently. Din was talking quietly to the Child, trying to pull it away from the many shiny switches on the control panel. You grinned, seeing him with the child made your heart soar. He was so sweet to the creature, for a moment you could forget what a formidable character the Mandalorian really was. He acted like the creatureâs dad and it was entirely believable. Quietly, you settled into the seat to his right, looking out as the stars streamed past in hyperdrive. Din had noticed, though didnât say anything. It was silent for a moment or two, bar the Childâs playful squeals as it played with a silver ball. Din figured you had fallen asleep, glad that you werenât trying to flirt with him anymore.Â
âWhen are you going to let me fly?â You ask suddenly. Din turns to you, but doesnât say anything. This was almost a daily discussion. It was always no. âI know you said no the last time but I really think youâre underestimating me. I land badly one time and you never trust me to fly your ship!âÂ
âYou crashed,â Mando said plainly.
âOne time!â You exclaimed. âIâll have you know it was very harsh conditions, and desert planets are very deceptive! Give me a nice- a nice planet,â You slurred as your eyes become heavier, âand I promise I will land the crest beautifully,â
âNo way,âÂ
âSpoil sport,â You grumble. The Child hopped up into your lap, and presented the silver ball it had in its mouth, which made you giggle. You settled further into the seat, throwing your legs over the armrest, kicking them against the leather. The Child sat in your lap and showed you its new trick of making the item float.Â
Mindlessly you began to sing, quietly, and play with the Child. The melody made Dinâs ears prick, you were singing in Mandoâa, a song that he hadnât heard since he was a child. Your voice made him shiver, memories flooding back of the few happy moments of his life when this song was sung last.Â
You sang it to the end, with very few mistakes, making Din wonder how long youâd known it. You must have known it for a while, but youâd never understood him when he spoke the language before.Â
âWhere did you learn that?â He finally caved and asked, wanting nothing more than for you to sing it again.
âI learnt it for you,â You said with a yawn, your eyes closing. You started singing again, the words now fading into mumbles and eventually you fell asleep. He turned in his chair to look at you as you were quiet once more. Youâd curled yourself up in the chair, head tilted back resting on the wall. The Child sat in your chest, playing with the ends of your hair. The child looked at Din and smiled, then back at you. It's a little green hand patting your leg and it cooed.
âI know, kid.â
A/N: That ended a lot softer than I planned but hey ho. Remember drink responsibly, donât challenge a wookie to a drinking challenge, you will lose. Theyâre massive. Goodnight!
Finally posting some of my self-insert art here. I love these two so much and I canât get enough of them, let me know if you guys would like to see more! đĽşđ
Warning(s): This is going to be a series. I am obsessed with the show and need to let my love for both Baby Yoda and Dyn out. So here we are. This will try to be gender-neutral. There is mentions to a skirt in this chapter but with the race you are, there are no gender norms. Men wear skirts as well.Â
For now, your race is called Gypsies because I canât think of a good name yet. The language being used for your raceâs language is Romanian. The race name will change when I can come up with one.Â
Now, buckle up for some slow-burn romance!Â
Title:Â OppositesÂ
Pairing:Â Dyn Jarren x Reader
Fandom:Â The MandalorianÂ
Word Count: 2925
Chapter One: The BeginningÂ
Flames licked the air as the music soared through the chill breeze. It would be considered a cold night if not for the fire that everyone crowded around. It was a strange sight for anyone who wasnât a local. It looked as though someone had taken one of the walls out to open up a building with the roof only covering half. This allowed the smoke to fade off into the sky as it curled higher and higher. The floor was nothing more than the natural sand of the land. This cantina was one of interesting architecture.
This was no place to take a baby but desperate times call for desperate measures. They should be fine, rarely were people dumb enough to mess with a Mandalorian. He knew the child needed to eat and even if he would have pushed himself through it, he needed to eat as well. When he traveled without the child, he used to push his body to the extreme limits. Barely getting any sleep, eating rarely, trying to just do job after job. Now with a fragile thing he had to take care of, he couldnât expect to continue that path. Which is how he ended up in such a strange cantina. Even with his travels, he had never seen anything quite like this.
The child was sitting on a booster with his tiny hands gripping his bowl of bone broth. On such a night, a steaming bowl of soup was just the thing to warm the bones. Mando himself didnât get anything but bread rations that he planned to eat back on the ship. He couldnât take his helmet off, he knew he could wait. The main concern was for the child to eat enough so they could be on their way again. It was too dangerous to stay in one place for too long.
                            --
The movements were second nature to you at that point, twirling around the fire with your tambourine high in the air. You savored the heat the flames gave off as it warmed your bare skin. You learned how to dance and play as soon as you learned to walk. It was the way of your people. Dancing was one of the biggest parts of your culture. During the day, your people would hide in the shadows and steal to get by but it was the night when you really came alive. This cantina was just one of the many hotspots, hidden out on the edge of the sand dunes. The locals whispered of the dancing gypsies and hope one day they would be able to see them dance. No one knew where the group would be, the information was kept a secret.
You were one of the most skilled dancers of your people and both the natives as well as travelers could see that. Many nights you could feel the eyes of all sorts of people following the sway of your hips and flick on your wrist. After the show, some would try to give you money while the rare patron gave some type of gift. Those were the people who always seemed to be able to find the showâs location. There were the specific men, and a few women, who would come after the show and offer money in exchange for other services. They were your least favorite clientele. But the male gypsies would scare them away.
This night was the same as your peopleâs bodies curled together like the flame itself, skilled movements that were too delicate to get near. Some were dancing as couples while others were dancing alone. The more innocent eyes stayed on the couples while those with other purposes trained on those alone. Some would even come up and join the dance as the excitement rubbed off on them. Participation was very much encouraged.
Your own eyes scanned the crowd quickly in curiosity as you danced and fell upon a sight you had never seen before. A real Mandolorian. Not just some scavenger with stolen armor. They were so rare, you doubted anyone in your community had seen one. Â You didnât even know much about the people other than the danger they could bring with them.
                            --
The sound of excited yelling and whistles brought the man out of his thoughts, his mind immediately ready for a threat. He was raised on the trigger of a gun and meant he was always on guard even when lost in thought. Those instincts had only gotten stronger with the child now. It was the first time he had something to protect. He no longer only had himself to think about. Yet his dark eyes quickly noted there was no new threat, instead, a tidal wave of color pouring around the fire.
Bright purples, pinks, greens, and blue were illuminated in an ethereal glow from the fire as a group of seven to ten similarly dressed people arrived. It was easy to tell who they were, they were one of the local races. Even without the bright colors, the large pointed ears, not that unlike the childâs, would give them away. Mando hadnât been to this planet before and didnât know much about the natives, but he learned what they looked like. All the shops were filled with the same rainbow of colors, scarfs covering faces to reveal only eyes that peered around like a cat. He didnât trust the gypsy people. He knew what those eyes meant.
Trouble.
Their bodies curled together like the flames itself as they began to dance to the music. Mando had never been much for dancing himself. Training had taken up most of his time and the free time he did have, he wasnât going to spend it learning how to dance. This dancing wasnât like the slow dancing he had seen either. The Mandolorian didnât dance like this. This dancing was filled with chaos and energy, huge grins on each of their sunkissed faces. Where the Mandolorians were strict and straight-laced, these natives were carefree. Too hedonistic in Mandoâs mind. Â Yet these aversive thoughts seemed to disappear from his mind the moment he saw the person with the blue and green crystal pin in their hair.
He hardly noticed they were even singing due to the blood that seemed to rush to his ears. The pounding was like the kind he would get when he was in an intense battle. There was no danger and yet his mind seemed unaware. What was going on? His body was making no sense to him.
It must have been the way the light hit them in that exact moment. Or perhaps it was the lack of sleep in him. Something had to be wrong with him for a person to leave him breathless. He had seen beauty in his time but this was different. They werenât the traditional kind of beautiful but there was something transcendental with them. Their pointed ears held gold chains and earrings in them and sparkled when the light hit them in a certain way. Bare feet expertly moved gracefully while making no sound. Delicate but confident. The feet of a thief, not a dancer. Perhaps they really were a thief. They had stolen his attention.
Behind his dark visor, his sharp eyes couldnât move away from the absolute vision in front of him. Thankfully, no one could tell what he was really looking at. He could just be looking at the fire or just staring off into space. That was all. Everyone would just see the threatening Mandalorian and look away. The Child needed to hurry up and finish eating so they could leave. He wanted to go as fast as possible, his stomach churning at the unknown feeling. He had never felt this interest to know more about a person before.
There was no way this could be true but upon a final spin, the gypsy seemed to be looking right into his soul. His heart skipped a beat, feeling as though he had been caught. They couldnât know he was watching and yet with the small smile they presented him, he wasnât so sure. Did they have some strange ability? Their eyes stilled for only a moment yet it felt as though it had been minutes. They easily went back to finishing the song they were singing. Â Mando didnât recover as quickly.
The Childâs large eyes seemed to have found them as well and could sense a shift in the man sitting next to him. He turned to look up at his caretaker, back at the dancing figure, and then settled on Mando again. He turned to the green child and frowned, not even needing to hear anything to know what that look meant.
âDonât say anything.â He huffed, refusing to admit they had affected him in such a way.
                            --
The night went as most do. As time passed, members of your group got drunk and the performance fizzled out. Some found partners to keep them warm for the night but that wasnât for you. Your mind was focused on something else. The Mandalorian hadnât left like you had expected. With each passing second, you felt yourself getting pulled closer. Their kind seemed almost like a myth. What type of stories did they know? Since coming to this village when you were thirteen, it was the only place you had called home. There was so much in the universe you hadnât seen yet. You had never even left this planet.
When the Mandalorian seemed to be paying attention to the creature next to it, you pulled as much confidence from your core as you could before walking over. The gypsies put confidence and affection as some of the most important things in your culture. With the outfits you all wore, confidence was needed. In the day, you wore scarves and clothing that covered your entire body but when the night came, so did the fabric. Women would wear crop tops, some men didnât even wear shirts. This was the way of your people. Be proud of who you are and donât let anyone tell you otherwise. It was obvious to see as gender norms seemed nonexistent. Â
âSo, not many Mandalorians come here. Are you lost?â You asked as you slipped into the chair across the table from the two beings. Mando slowly looked over, taking a moment to take in what was happening before speaking.
âNo, just a stop.â
You nodded, leaning your elbow on the table and resting your chin in the palm of your hand. The armor shined with the firelight and you wondered what it was made of. It was rare anyone wore armor in these parts. Not because it wasnât needed but the heat of the sun would cook whatever was inside it during the day. Most people tended to be nocturnal here as it got quite a bit cooler when the moon came out.
Silence blanketed the table as you inspected the person, which you now know due to his voice, and tried to match what was in front of you to the few pictures you had seen. Â He was much larger than what you expected and more...shiny. The old scrolls that you had found on your scavenging made them seem much flatter in color. You preferred it this way better.
âSo, what are the Mandalorian?â Your question caught him off guard. It had been a long time since he had to explain it to someone before. No one ever asked so bluntly before either.
âIf you know not many come here, how come you donât know about us?â
âWell, Iâve seen art and some had Mandalorians in it. No one here ever knew enough to answer my questions. So, I thought who better to ask than from the source.â
Mando thought over the question, rolling it around in his head. How was he supposed to answer that? There was so much that went into their way, it would be impossible to explain it fully to someone who didnât even know the basics. He stared in your direction, unsure of what to say.
âWe are a skilled group of fighters. Some say we are the best warriors in the galaxy. It is a way of life. Our life.â
Even with the less than detailed explanation, you were satisfied enough for now. Your PÄzitor (Guardian) Â had warned you that your curiosity would get you killed one day. He cared for you but feared when you left the village to explore the sand dunes. There were dangerous creatures and even worse, dangerous people out there. You had been slipping out for as long as you lived here, there was no way to keep you anywhere you didnât want to be. There was so much out there but no one wanted to explore. As you were getting older, the itch to leave was only getting stronger. Â
A tugging at your skirt caused you to glance down, meeting the big brown eyes of the kid that had been sitting across the table from you. When had he had the time to get down without either of you noticing. With a small smile, you leaned down and placed the child on your lap. This seemed to please it as it relaxed, leaning back against your chest.
âIâve never seen anything like this little guy here before. Got to say, I donât think you look like this under that helmet of yours. So, why is he with you? Is he an orphan?â Your arms lazily wrapped around his smaller form as he cuddled up against you. It must have been past his bedtime, whatever time that was. Every child went to bed early, didnât they? The gypsy children were the only ones you had seen out so late.
âSomething like that.â
âAre you on a job now and thatâs why you are just stopping here? Or maybe youâre just a bum in a ship traveling the stars with a little green bean,â You teased, a glint in your eyes as if challenging the man. Before he was able to answer, blaster fire echoed around the strange cantina.
Then the screaming started and chaos began. As soon as the blaster went off, the Mandalorian jumped up and immediately began searching for the threat. Your arms pulled the child closer to you, gathering the multi-colored shaw you used in your show to wrap it around them. The first instinct you had was to hide it. Maybe it would be safer that way and would be left out of the fight.
Something grabbed your wrist and pulled to have you topple into their chest. This caused a small yelp to slip from your lips, bringing Mandoâs attention to you immediately. He didnât see the Child but that didnât mean you werenât in danger at that moment. No matter how much people believed him to be bad, he kept doing actions that contradicted their beliefs.
Even without seeing it, you could smell the blaster fire on them. Shit, where was it? Both of his hands were occupied with one grasping your wrist and the other at your hip. There would be bruises there in the morning. As soon as you deduced he wasnât holding the blaster, you reacted. It was no more than six seconds that passed and just as Mando was about to rush over, you stole his attention again.
A loud grunt and the attacker being pushed back caused Mando to stop in his tracks. He had no clue what had just happened moments ago, you didnât have an electrostaff in your hands. Yet, here you are, moving to incapacitate the man who decided to mess with you. Even with the force behind your movements, you moved as if this was no more than another dance. Your movements were all calculated and one step ahead of the enemies, your feet hitting the ground with the grace of a ballerina.
Another enemy came in your vicinity and it was then that the Mandalorian noticed there were no sparks at the end of the staff. This was an electrostaff but must have been broken into nothing more of a staff. Yet, where had you gotten it? There was no room on your outfit to even entertain the thought it might have been on your person. It looked as if you had summoned it out of thin air.
With a calculated hit to the temple of the first man, he was down for the count. This left you to turn and fight the other who had his blaster drawn. You reminded yourself to keep calm as he moved to fire. Precision was key and you could hear yourself counting the beats in your head to time it correctly. As his finger squeezed, the staff came down hard on his wrist which caused the shot to only char the sand into small pieces of glass.
Mando hadnât realized he had been staring until he felt arms wrap around his form to attempt to slice his throat. He was brought back to reality as he easily tossed the man over his body to land with a hard thud on the ground. Before they had a chance to get up, a single blast from the Mandalorian made sure he stayed down. He pushed the thoughts of you aside, knowing that he needed to focus on protecting these people.
Yet, no one had piqued his interest as much as you had and he didnât know how to feel about it.
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What if, way before the Mandalorian ever got the bounty for a 50 year old child, he met someone that could turn his whole life around in just a few short days? And what if this person, whoever she is, can help him become the person he didn't even know he wanted to be?
Mandalorian x Female!Reader
***THIS STORY DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SPOLIERS, MOST OF THE CHAPTERS ARE REWRITES OF EACH EPISODE JUST WITH A READER INSERT***
Some more mature themes, especially in the second chapter, but other than that it's whatever happened on the show. I will write more specific warnings in each chapter.
I own absolutely nothing except the reader's actions in the book, her backstory and all of the characters within her backstory.
All of the chapters kinda maybe sorta get longer and longer as they go on but am I sorry? No.
Summary: The Child wasnât the first time Mando broke a contract to save someone. You were the first, presumed dead thanks to help after he was supposed to capture you. Now, you work under a false name with Mando to pay off your dues. However, as time drags on and he breaks another Guild contract, buried feelings between you two bubble to the surface.Â
Warnings: Violence, sarcasm, some pretty spicy angst
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter alludes to different types of abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.Â
Against the harsh winds of Hoth, your wisps of breath seemed like a whisper. Pulling your hood further over your head in attempt to block out the cold, you trudge on through the many feet of snow before you. On the run, a bandit, an escapee, a one way gate to a mighty sum. Thatâs all you were to anyone anymore. But who were you before that?
You were nothing.
During the Siege of Mandalore, you were separated from your parents, and quickly snatched away.
Dropped on the doorstep of a ring fighter, your life was nothing but pain and struggle. From the moment you could walk, you were trained with blasters, snipers, sabers, any weapon imaginable. You learned within days that losing was not an option. Not unless you wanted another slew of scars to appear upon your back. Not unless you wanted to be locked into the room with the opposing handler you had lost too.Â
You couldnât take it anymore.Â
You broke out from it all, trying to kill your handler in the process. Unfortunately, you had to choose between your freedom and killing the bastard that took it in the first place. For years, you kept bounty hunters off your trail, habiting the most desolate of planets. With each day passing by, the sum would get higher, the more hunters sniffing you out.Â
Thatâs what lead you here, on the frozen, desolate rock known as Hoth. Bundled in Gherlian fur lined coat and pants, you found refuge in a small cave that blocked you from the bitter snap of the wind. Exhaling once more, you watched as the frozen air quickly disappear. Why couldnât it take you with it?Â
You pull out whatâs left of your rations and water from your pouch in an effort to find your fire starter. Except it wasnât there.Â
âHaarâchak!â you exclaim in Mandoâa, your mother tongue.
A subtle crunch in the snow reverberates into your ear, making you want to freeze. You resist the urge, to hesitate was weak. Instead, you feign innocence in trying to find the stolen starter. Really, you were slipping out your dull blade, ready for the attack.Â
âI havenât heard that language in a long timeâ a modulated voice says from behind you, holding a very warm blaster to your head.Â
Without a stutter, you spin on your ankle and stand, smacking the blaster away. Still holding the blade, you press it right under the masked menaces helmet, where the only skin you could see that was exposed. His hand quickly grabs the dagger, twisting your wrist to turn you around.
But you were smarter. As he spins you, you send your ankle back, hitting him right where the sun donât shine. A loud groan translates through the helmet with static, but he doesnât back down. Wrapping his arm around your neck, he holds you close to his body, grabbing a knife of his own.Â
âGive up,â his static filled voice says.
âHmm, no,â you whisper despite the lack of air, sending your head into his face and escaping his grip.Â
As he recollects himself, you kick the fallen blaster in front of yourself, bending down, seizing it, and aiming it directly for his helmet. But your steady hand becomes shaken as you get the full view of your attempted captor.
âYouâre a Mandalorian,â you say.
âYouâre a smart one, arenât you?â he spits, sarcasm laced in his tone.
Knowing that the helmet is made of Beskar, you drop the now useless blaster and sigh.Â
âI thought a man of your honor would leave me alone,â
âIâm a part of the Guild. I donât ask questions.âÂ
âMaybe you should,â you reply, an intense glare in his direction sent from your eyes.Â
âLook, lady, Iâm just here for the money. I donât care about your life story,â the Mandalorian says as he pulls a pair of cuffs from his belt.
With a sigh, you hold your wrists out like reflex, ready to be trapped once again.
âHow much do they want for me now?â you ask as he clasps the metal tightly around your wrists.Â
âWhy do you need to know?âÂ
âDonât you think a girl wants to know her worth?â
âYouâre mouthy,â
âYouâre clueless,âÂ
The Mandalorian releases a harsh sigh before pushing you out from the crevice that had protected you both from Hothâs winds. Within a matter of minutes, you were on the ship and being shoved towards the carbonite freezer. You remember the tool all too well, being familiar with itâs affects. Without any control, you feel the cold touch of fear trace the scars along your spine, making you shiver. The masked menace looks towards you in question. You keep your line of sight forward, swallowing the bile that had piled in your throat from nerves with force.
Unexpectedly, he turns you towards some spare seats and sits you down into one. He straps you in, avoiding eye contact through his visor at all costs.Â
âWhile youâre taking me to that bastard,â you mumble. âdo me a favor? Look up (Y/N) (Y/L/N).â
He still avoids eye contact, pulling a way and climbing up the ladder nearby to what you assumed was the cockpit. You feel the ship roar to life and all you can do is lean your head against the metal wall. It was going to be a short ride through hyperspace, so you let your eyes flutter close, gaining any sleep you could for the torture ahead.Â
Youâre awoken by the rustling of the Mandalorian grabbing weapons from a closet close to you. The shipâs loud thrusters had drawn quiet and the knawing pain at the pit of your gut told you to run. But you know you were stuck, captured, doomed.
The Mandalorian tugs you from the seat with a rough hand and shoves you out of the ship, stepping onto the planetâs surface you swore to never step on again. He directs you through the crowd of hunters and beggars alike, heading towards the building you knew was coming.
As you approached it, he raps on the door the secret code you had memorized from years ago. The door is opened within seconds and you both are ushered inside, uncontrollable tears filling your eyes as you stare down to hall to your owner.
âI told you...I own you, bitch,â his voice scratched, scarring your ears just like the real ones adorning your body.Â
âSlanar at haran,â you whisper like poison dripping from your lips.Â
âGo to hell,â the Mandalorian stationed by your side translated to himself.
âYouâll pay for that...â he seethes, a disgusting smile breaking the many wrinkles on his face. âWhy donât you show your Mandalorian friend a good time, as a bonus to your return home?âÂ
You want to vomit right there, a violent shiver over taking your body at the thought. But then the Mandalorian surprises you.Â
âI donât want your payment, Arro,â he says calmly, without a quiver in his voice.Â
âAre you sure? She is quite talented, Mando,â Arro replies with the same disgusting smile.Â
As Arro speaks, you feel Mandoâs hand slip across to your hands bound behind you and unlock them. Adrenaline fills your veins in response.Â
âI want her,â he replies coldly.Â
The cool metal of a spare blaster embraces your hand. It makes it nearly impossible to suppress the grin bursting through onto your face, imagining Arroâs slumped body on his seedy throne.Â
âWell you have her, Mando,â Arro replies, his grin becoming disgustingly excitable as he stands.Â
âNot like that, demagolka,â he says, quickly aiming his blaster at him.Â
âDamn,â you thought, following his lead and aiming your blaster. âhe really just called him a real life monster.âÂ
The soldiers surrounding you both quickly aimed their own blasters at you. With a small chuckle, you quickly turn in unison with the Mandalorian, taking out the soldiers with the ease of a trigger beneath your finger.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Arro trying to escape from your wrath against him. You quickly aim, but couldnât find the motivation to pull the trigger while pointed at his head. No...that monster didnât deserve something as sweet as death. Instead, you aimed lower, quickly shooting both of his knees out from under him. You swore you heard Mando whisper something, but all you could see was red.Â
Walking over to the whimpering man, you kicked him in the ribs hard enough to hear some cracking beneath your force. Kneeling in front of his face, you turn your head and force him to look at you.
âCome for me...and my name will be engraved across your face,â you whisper menacingly.Â
Standing back up, you kick him hard enough to send him into a state of unconsciousness. Turning back to the Mandalorian, you noticed he hadnât moved one inch.Â
âVor entye,â you express your thanks, expecting him to leave after you admission.
âCâmon, we should get to the ship before more of his Imps come back,âÂ
Without another word, he walks out the door with you following close behind, a confused look scrunching up your face.
Once you returned, the Mandalorian wordlessly closed the doors to the ship behind you. He walks over to another hidden closet, tossing you a new blaster and a newly crafted blade.
âI could use a new partner,â he says without turning towards you.
âIâm gonna need a new name then, Mando,â you reply, looking at the blaster and tucking it into your worn holster.
âDarâmanda,â he states matter of factly, his visor finally pointed towards you. âBut Iâm still calling you (Y/N).âÂ
The name fit perfectly for you. In Mandoâa it meant a state of not being a Mandalorian, not by choice or by being an outsider. Rather, it was to describe one who lost their heritage.Â
âYes, sir,â you say out of reflex, something deeply engrained into you thanks to Arro.Â
âItâs just Mando.â
You simply nod, sheathing your new blade. Mando quickly makes his way over to the ladder braced against one of the walls. Before he fully climbs up, he turns back to you.
âYou coming?â
With a soft smirk, you nod, following him into the cockpit.Â
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Summary: You and Din had admitted everything, all cards on the table. But it was all for nothing. After you had escaped Navaro, the Mandalorian started treating you the same, like the kiss never happened. Tensions had risen and hit itâs peak by the time you found her...Ashoka Tano.Â
Warnings: Lots of angst ahead, semi-unhappy ending,
A/N - Iâm doing a major time skip cause *tension*. Also, I didnât really have any ideas except for lots of squabbling between the reader and Mando so hereâs the result.Â
âWanna explain why youâve been ignoring me?â the modulated voice speaks up from beside you.Â
âNot particularly,âÂ
You move a bit faster, moving your hair to the side, free from your hood you had burned back on Navaro. The patch with the Mythosaur skull rubs against your bicep, something that you thought signified you joining Dinâs clan. It was obvious his feelings had changed.Â
The Mandalorian grew cold, acting as if nothing happened. Like the kiss and three words meant nothing. Maybe he was just trying to spare you from embarrassment. But even that pisses you off, the thought of being babied making a dull static fill you.Â
You stop walking ahead at the soft cooing of the Child, the only reason you had stayed with Mando up till then. Gently, you take him from Din, not sparing him a glance as you walk with the tiny bundle in one arm.Â
Entering the small town, you look at its desolate state in suspicion. Din had been sent here in search of a Jedi known as Ashoka Tano. The nameâs familiarity resounded within you, memories of the name being passed around during your time on Mandalore.Â
âYou stay out here with the Child,â Mando says gruffly. âIâll see if I can find the Jediâs whereabouts,âÂ
âYouâre seriously benching me?â you hiss.Â
âNo, youâre protecting the kid,âÂ
And without another word, he walks into the city, leaving you in the dust. With a huff, you hold the kid close to your chest and walk towards the forest line near the outer gates of the city. Once you place him down, you find a rock to sit on, watching as the kid curiously held up anything that looked like food.Â
âSorry, buddy, no frogs here.â you sigh, leaning your forearms against your knees.Â
It didnât take long for Mando to return, only to be met with silence once again on his behalf. You could feel your heart race beneath your skin, your shoulders practically kissing your eyes with the fire radiating off of them. How the hell was he still silent about this situation?
Before any words could be spoken that you could regret, you shove the kid in his hands, mumble a poor excuse to get ahead, and let your feet take wind into the forest. Youâre smart, staying close to the duo so you donât get lost or encounter a threat alone. But being near that man, it made you crawl in your skin at his actions. Like saying those three words were nothing. Like that kiss didnât mean something. It haunted you.
A rustle in the bushes catches your attention. On instinct, you twist your arm behind you and pull out the staff that rested on your back.Â
âDin?â you yell into the air.Â
âI only see a few beasts to the North,â
âNo, that canât be i-â
Yeah, that definitely wasnât it. Because before you knew it, a sea of a cloak floats in front of you, white lightsabers at the ready. Barely, just barely, you block her attack with the staff, only to have the metal melt in your hands. As the Jedi pulls back for another hit, you kick her square in the gut before ducking to miss the next hit. The hiss of singed skin fills the air, itâs smell nearly making you gag as you brace yourself with the Earth.Â
Before you even had to think, the sound of light and beskar rang in your eyes. Looking above you, Din has his arms crossed to block the Jediâs next hit, one that certainly would have killed you. As girly as it was, your heart fluttered at the protective move.Â
Swinging out of the way, you protect the Child with the small knife as the Mandalorian and the Jedi come to a truce.Â
âBo-Katan sent me!â you hear Din yell, his blaster ready.
Slowly, she disengages, her hood falling gracefully towards her shoulders, looking at you and the Child.Â
âI hope itâs about him,â
Din paces back and forth at an alarming rate before you, the small light up ahead bouncing off the clean metal and refracting with each movement. Ashoka sits with Grogu, a secret communication taking place between the two of them, something you couldnât help but admire.Â
As you lean against a rock, the searing pain at the top of your shoulder alarms you to your latest injury. Slowly, you peel back the singed jacket you had. It was a superficial burn, barely there. It wouldnât even leave a scar. But the fear in Dinâs voice would leave a scar upon your memory.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me you were hurt?â he mumbles quietly.Â
In the time you were looking at your wound, you failed to notice the beskar covered warrior crouching in front of you, med pack at the ready.Â
âDidnât think you would care,âÂ
âCya-â
âYou donât get to fucking call me that. Not after ignoring me this entire time.âÂ
âLet me explain...â
âYou should have weeks ago...â you mumble.Â
With the snatch of your wrist, you place a bacta patch on your shoulder, shrugging your beat up leather jacket off and onto your lap. Ashoka coaxes you both towards them. Din offers his hand to help you up, but in turn you glare and stand on your own, tightly tying your jacket to your waist and following the Jedi.Â
She takes you to a more comfortable plateau, the trees offering safety, something you didnât expect this deep in the wilderness. You sit beside the kid, gently scratching the space between his ears, earning a coo in return.Â
âWere you two speaking back there?â Din questions.Â
âIn a way,â Ashoka responds. âGrogu and I can hear each others thoughts.â
âGrogu?â you and Din ask in unison. The poor thing didnât know who to look at first, making you chuckle softly.Â
âIt must be nice to hear your real name again, huh?â you whisper softly while peering down at him.Â
You listen quietly to Groguâs dark...dark story. For the first time since you thought you were going to lose Din, you cry. Silently, of course, not giving way to hysterics. But the thought of your poor boy having to endure things that you yourself had faced, it broke your heart.Â
As the Child starts to fall asleep, he curls up into your jacket that lay on your waist, making you smile softly at the motion. With one hand, you gently pick him up to lay on your chest. In one swift motion, you stand and walk towards a tree with him close to you. Laying against the rough bark, you let your eyes begin to drift close. Not without seeing the glint of beskar staring right back at you.Â
It was early when Ashoka had risen you, the Child void of your chest, instead in Dinâs arms. Your gaze quickly averts away from him, opting instead to follow Ashoka.Â
As you all walk deeper into the forest, you engage in quiet conversation with the Jedi. She obviously could sense the tension between you and Mando, subtly using probing questions to solve her mystery. But you were used to these types of people, you knew how to deflect.Â
Once you make it to your destination, and Grogu was placed somewhere comfortable, you watched intently as Ashoka tested his abilities. While your boy could take the rock floated towards him with ease, sending it back, or taking it, was the problem.Â
âHe doesnât understand.â Din interjects.Â
âOh jeez...â you mumble, already sensing the long day ahead of.Â
âHe does,â Ashoka reassures, stepping closer to the youngling. âHeâs hidden his abilities to survive over the years. Letâs try something else. Come over here.â
You both take a step forward. The tense glance that Din sends your way forces you to take a step back, arms crossed in defense as you turn away. As the intense feeling begins to build, Groguâs upset builds also. He softly whimpers at the sight of you two, refusing to make any eye contact.Â
âFor this to work, you both need to be in harmony. Not fighting whatver lovers quarrel has settled upon you.â Ashoka says frankly.Â
âWeâre fine...â you say, your voice void of any emotion.Â
Ashoka turns to the Child, a soft nod the only signal of their communication before she picks him up and walks away, leaving the two of you alone.Â
âWe need to figure this out, for the kid,â Din says.Â
âYeah, and only for the kid,â you scoff.Â
âWhat is with you lately?! What have I done that is so wrong!âÂ
âWhere do I kriffing start Din?!â
âHow have I mistreated you?â
âItâs not mistreatment! Itâs the lack of said treatment...â
âDank Farrik!â he exclaims, his hands flying in the air. âWill you just spit it out already!âÂ
âFine! Youâve treated me like every other bounty youâve dragged into the ship ever since our escape from Nevarro.â
The world falls silent, but your heart refuses to let up its song. You can feel it in your ears, your throat. The vulnerability that settles upon your shoulders is crushing you as you wait for a response.Â
âWhat I said back there...I never shouldâve said it. I never shouldâve kissed you like that,â
Your jaw clenches, your arms grip your own body tighter then before.Â
âAre you saying...â
âIts not true, what I said. Weâre just partners.âÂ
With a scoff and a quiet sniffle, you canât bring yourself to glare at Din at the moment. All you can feel is a pain, wedging itself in your heart, deeper then any blade could.Â
âJust partners in crime, right?â you spit at him, turning away from the man that you knew you still loved.Â
A harsh sigh pushes through his encoder, his hands falling at his hips in frustration.Â
âIâll pretend to be normal around the kid. But once heâs back with a Jedi, youâre dropping me off at the nearest planet.âÂ
You wipe a stray tear away before walking off in silence.Â
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