A/N: Part 3 is here lovlies! I’m sorry it took a while but there has been a lot going on in my life as of currently but I still wanted to make time for you guys so I hope you enjoy!
Summary: You’re a dangerous wanted fugitive with a hefty price on your head who escaped your home planet from persecution and picked up the job of being a bounty hunter. To keep yourself away from the eyes of those after you, you were currently hiding out in a small planet mostly ran by outlaws and bandits, that is until another certain bounty hunter lands on your trail.
Warnings: violence and language
The sun was starting to set on the planet casting a glow across the landscape. And what usually would have been a warm sight for you to gaze upon like the brushstrokes of a painting, was now cold and even hostile. You found yourself in a large spacious room, darkened by the night sky that could be seen from the large glass windows. Looking around, you had recognized the room from the few details that you could make out. You had been here before. There were only a few sounds that could be heard within your ability, divided between your breathing and the beating of your heart, and the sound of blasters going off in the distance. But as you listened closely, you heard the soft whimpers of children hidden in the shadows of the room, their voices laced with fear.
“Hello?” You called out, your eyes scanning over the direction from where those voices came. “Is anyone there? It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” You held your hands out before you, desperate to reach for something in the hidden depths of the room in an attempt to find and help those frightful children, yet all you could feel was air between your fingers. The more your searched, the more you came to find nothing, just the stillness of the room and the contours hidden in it. You felt a sudden shift in the space behind you and in the air that hovered there, the appearance of a shadowed figure. You had sensed their presence the moment they stepped into the room, and it was someone that you were familiar with, someone you knew well. Turning around, you looked towards the little light that had slipped through the entrance of the area, noticing a cloaked figure standing at the doorway, his tall frame casting a shadow upon the floor.
“Y-you?” You squinted your eyes, making out what you could of the details of their face that was hidden underneath their hood. “Thank goodness you’re here.” You stepped up to them with a relieved expression, the small smile that had been on your lips shifting into a frown once you received a closer look at them. Their face had lost that kindness that you had once knew, and their eyes, you couldn’t seem to forget the appearance of their eyes. The warmth that was once filled within those orbs was now filled with something much more, a fire that was devoid of any form of comfort. You called out their name with furrowed brows, your voice laced with concern, but they did not mutter a single word in response. You knew the signs, yet you couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it. And then came that sharp sound you were much too familiar with as the glow of an object other than the dim lights outside casted the room in this haunting glow.
“So this is it then?” You shook your head at the figure with tears threatening to spill in your eyes. “Is this what it has come too?” You looked into their eyes, searching their depths for any sign of hope, only to see there wasn’t a single ounce of empathy in them. There was a pain slowly building in your chest, the feeling of every fiber in your being being ripped apart from the heartbreak. “Don’t make me do this. Please.” But the figure only moved towards you menacingly, holding their weapon out before them in an attempt to strike you down. And as you slowly reached towards your hip, that’s when you felt it, that searing hot pain that filled your side as a choked gasp escaped your throat. With widened eyes and gradual loss of feeling in your limbs, you looked up to your attacker with betrayal and written across your features, desperate to see anything, anything that could be a reminder of who they used to be. But you were met with none of that, only to see that there was not a single ounce of remorse behind their eyes. With choked gasps as you struggled to breathe, your eyes darted across their face before noticing a lone tear escape from their eye, slowly trailing down their cheek. And as you reached a hand out to wipe away their tear, as you had done many times before, the world around you blackened as you collapsed to the floor.
You jolted awake from your dream, the crying of the children and the sound of the weapon that had struck you echoing in your ears. Your face was wet with tears underneath your helmet as you breathed out in small pants, finding yourself back in the Mandalorian’s ship instead of the place of your nightmare. The pain was still there, that burning sensation that you had felt that exact night, as if you had been impaled just now. You squeezed your eyes shut against the feeling, concentrating on anything but it and forcing it to die down. To this day, you had no idea why it still flared up whenever you had that particular dream.
You glanced towards the Mandalorian, glaring at the back of his shiny ass helmet. “So. You gonna tell me who you’re taking me to or am I gonna find out when I get there.” You sighed, throwing your head back at the silence from the lack of his response and complete ignorance to your existence. “Right, I forgot. You don’t know how to formulate sentences, or words for that matter. I wonder how many of your bounties had died on the journey of their transportation just by being stuck with your very….lively presence. Bored to death, quite literally.”
You craned your head back, looking back to find the child and seeing him cuddled up in a makeshift bed, fast asleep. Pursing your lips in thought, you turned your head back around. You still pondered why a Mandalorian bounty hunter such as him would be in possession of a child, especially a child that was sensitive to the one thing you had come to forget. It had been so long since you had felt anything like that and you thought you would never come across it ever again. And the more you thought about it, the more you came to speculate that the only reason the bounty hunter had him would be that the child held value, value that would be sought out by those that had an agenda. One thing was for certain, you needed to find out more. Turning your head back around, you stared at the sleeping form of the youngling, quietly calling out to him. “Psst. Psst.”
The small green child sleepily opened his eyes, staring back at you with big brown orbs, muttering out a small blabber while tilting his head at you.
“Hello there little one.” You whispered with a kind smile.
“Hey.” The Mandalorian spoke up upon hearing your voice. “I thought I told you-”
“I’m not talking to you.” You cut him off before focusing on the child. “What does this pile of junk want with you? Is he selling you?”
“I said-wait what?”
The child muttered out a few noises that you could make out.
“Friend?” You quirked a brow. “Is he-is he your protector?”
Another babble of noncoherent words.
So the Mandalorian was protecting him. It had to be against those who were attempting to rebuild the empire, right?
“Wait, so the child is under your care?” You turned back to the Mandalorian to see him stare at you through his helmet briefly before speaking up.
“What business is it to you?”
“What business it is to me is frankly none of your business.” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t have to see his eyes to feel his glare. “Listen, tin man, I’m not going to hurt him if that’s what you’re thinking. You can ask him yourself if you don’t believe me, pretty sure the kid knows the difference between the good guys from the bad guys.”
The bounty hunter stared a moment longer in your direction before turning back around, focusing his attention on the controls in front of him and attempting to land the ship. Wait, had you already reached your destination? You watched as the Mandalorian got up from his seat and walked over to where you sat, crouching down to unshackle your ankles from the chair. “Whatever they are offering you, I’ll pay double.”
Silence.
“What is it that you want? Name your price and I can offer it to you, I have some influential friends. I can get you a much better ship if that’s what you are looking for. Hell, you could use a better ship.” You scoffed before letting out a wince from the way the Mandalorian grabbed you roughly by your arm and pulled you up. “Ow. Watch your grip will ya. Please tell me you don’t handle the poor child like he’s some sort of stuffed animal. Cause if you do, I feel sorry for him.”
“Walk.” The Mandalorian pushed you forward with his blaster pointed at your back.
“Is that really necessary?”
“Move.”
“Alright. Geez.” You rolled your eyes. You had half a mind to disarm him right then and there and flee for your life, but something told you that now was not the right time, that by fighting him once more would only give him more reason to go after you. With your eyes lowered in thought and your hands cuffed in front of you, you walked out the exit of his ship to find yourself in a familiar place, recognizing the same metallic buildings surrounded you. It was a place that you had seen many times before but had not visited in a long time. “Seriously? Coruscant? I’m guessing you want me to walk into that building there?” You turned around to face the bounty hunter with a raised brow, not knowing why you even bothered to talk to him at this point, as if he had anything to say to you.
The Mandalorian stared at you, his expression most likely identical to the helmet he wore. Blank. And for a moment you found yourself wondering what he looked like under that shiny bucket of his. “Move.” He spoke more firmly, using his blaster to push you forward.
“You really need to develop some social skills.”
The streets of Coruscant were bustling with life, with movement in every direction you looked. Speeders zoomed far over your head with a large whistling sound as you glanced around at the area before landing your eyes on a particular spot in the distance, a place that once held a large building of a great importance to you and many others before being burned down. The ends of your lips dropped at the sight, a heavy feeling now settling in your chest as you found yourself yearning for the time you once knew along with the faces that once warmed your every day each time you strolled those halls. You tore your eyes away from the skeleton of the place, returning your eyes to the front as the two of you headed over to the entrance of the building where two guards who stood at front blocked you from entering.
“What business do you have here?” One of the guards asked you, squinting his eyes at you and the Mandalorian in a poor attempt to see through the visors of your helmet.
“Tell the mayor I have his bounty.” The Mandalorian gestured to you with his gun.
Mayor? You scrunched your nose at the thought. What would a mayor have to do with you? You began to think back on when you might have upset a local mayor on one of your many little missions, but none came to mind. Your reputation was well known here, especially in the years before, and the more you thought about it, the more you hoped that you would not be recognized.
The guard gave the Mandalorian a look of consideration before finally stepping aside to let the two of you enter. “Follow me.”
You watched quietly as the metal doors slid open to reveal a decent sized and fashionable lounge, and immediately you were met with the cool air of the conditioned room and the sound of the soft jazz-like music playing in the background to liven up the area. The place was filled with a few local officials including a couple of security standing nearby to scan the area for any nearby threats. Great, this would be a bit of a hassle to get out of, you thought to yourself as you surveyed the area including all the exits. And it didn’t help that the Mandalorian had confiscated your blasters and your knives.
You could feel the gaze of those around you, their pupils tracing your armor as they stared curiously as to who the two new armored strangers could be, though their gaze lingered on the glint of the Mandalorian’s armor. The guard led the two of you into a separate room where in the center lay a boxy cushioned chair where a Rodian sat on top it, chatting away with another individual to his right.
“Ahem.” The guard cleared his throat, positioning himself upright at the mayor’s presence. “Sir. The Mandalorian has your bounty as requested.”
The Rodian stopped at the words of the guard, turning his head to face you with an amused sneer as he straightened out his robes, placing his teal fingers on the armrests of his chair while he leaned back.
“I see you have captured my bounty Mandalorian. I thank you.” The Rodian nodded his head in thanks before turning to one of his advisors, “Give him his credits.”
You slyly twisted your hand together uncomfortably, feeling the cool metal sliding around the skin of your wrists as you tried to break out of your cuffs in a poor and useless attempt, as if you could in any way tear through the metal. You let out a huff of irritation, your eyes following the other Rodian who was most likely his advisor, pull out a pouch of credits from his pocket before handing it over to the Mandalorian.
“You can count it to make sure.” The mayor gestured to the credits. “I assure you it’s all there.”
“So are you just gonna have me stand here or…” You cleared your throat, staring straight into the puzzled expression of the mayor.
“You’re a-you’re a girl?”
“Surprise.” You let out in a mocking tone.
“Impossible. You, mandalorian, you’ve brought me the wrong person.”
“Oh no,” You shook your head, “you’ve got the right person alright. Crik Madon is it? Yeah, I think I remember you now. I ran into your little "organization” back on Tatooine.“
The Rodian who you know came to recognize as Crik Madon, a small mayor of a small sector of Tatooine, sneered at your attitude. His tendril like green fingers clutched the arm rests of his chair before nodding to one of his guards who in turn jabbed you in the back of your knees, the force causing you to fall down to your knees. "Guard, remove her helmet. I want to see the face of the person that behind all this trouble.”
Your eyes widened, your breath trapped in your throat as the guard approached you, his gnarly hands reaching for your helmet in an impending manner. You tried to squirm away, refusing to let your identity be revealed, but the other guards held you back with their claws digging into your arms. The loose strands of your hair fell down to the front of your face from the bun you had put up and the darkness of the inside of your helmet was replaced with the lights of the room as you now found yourself squinting against them.
The Mandalorian had tilted his head ever so slightly at your appearance, his helmet masking the look of surprise that now sat on his face. You definitely weren’t what he had pictured. You were much more prettier than he had imagined, and something about you had set off this suspicion that you were a woman born into a high class.
“Impossible. You.” Crik pointed his finger at you, his large black eyes lost in thought. “I’ve seen you before.”
“I highly doubt that.” You gave a forced smile, yanking your arms away from the harsh grip of the guards.
“No. I know that face. You’re………y/n, you’re from Naboo aren’t you. Yes, and I believe you’re someone of importance. You’ve made quite the enemies with your little diplomatic missions. I wonder how much they’re willing to pay for you.”
Shit. You thought. Him knowing who you were was not a good thing.
“You gonna sell me off like one of your many slaves?” You spat, smirking at the look that he gave you. “Oh I know everything about your little trade. You know, I wonder what’ll happen if I make word of it. Like you said, I’m someone of importance.”
Crik sprung towards you in a fury, striking you across the face with the back of his hand. “You’ve got quite the tongue, though I must say I’m not surprised. I’m sure you’ve done many speeches in the past, senator.”
Senator? The mandalorian looked up at you from under his helmet, a quizzical look on his brow as he was questioning whether he heard that correctly. You, a senator of Naboo? Impossible. What in the worlds was a senator doing out being a bounty hunter?
“You won’t get away with this.” You spat out the blood from your mouth, the crimson color staining your lips.
“Oh?” Crik turned to face you after pacing about the room. “Last I heard. Your duties as senator have long been neglected. And besides,” he stepped closer to you, placing his slimy fingers under your chin to force your face towards him. “Pretty face like yours, I’m sure I can make quite the fortune off you.”
You clenched your jaw at his words, your nostrils flaring as you glared right into his insect-like eyes. “If you value your life, I suggest killing me off right now.”
Crik stared at you in anger for a moment longer, his eye twitching before nodding at one his guards and walking back to his seat. The guard who had led you into the room lifted up his baton before jabbing you violently in the ribs, knocking the air out of your lungs as you collapsed. You laid on your side in a pained mess, your hair matted against your face while every intake of air felt like knives slicing through your chest as your struggled to breathe.
“If you’re done counting your credits Mandalorian, you’re good to go.” Crik sat back in his chair, pleased with himself at seeing you in pain.
The Mandalorian had lifted his gaze from where you writhed on the floor, his hands just barely tightening around the pouch of credits that sat in his palm. “What’s gonna happen to her?”
“You know, it’s unlike a bounty hunter to ask questions.” Crik turned towards him. “But don’t worry. She’s in good hands. You can leave now.”
The Mandoalorian glanced once more in your direction before walking himself out, the sliding doors shutting behind him in a sharp low whistle.
You let out a choked cough, finally regaining your breath as you struggled to push yourself up despite having your hands bound together. You had to find a way to escape. It was now or never.
“Follow the Mandalorian.” Crik leaned over to whisper to one of his guards, his voice reaching your ears as you brought yourself up to a seated position. “Kill him and make sure no one else is on that ship and then destroy it.”
Your eyes widened at his orders, your thoughts now focused on the child as you watched the appointed guard leave the room with a blaster in hand. It was now or never y/n. You could take them all out now with brute force, but it would not be easy. And who’s to say you would succeed in time. You knew what you had to do. Squeezing your eyes shut in concentration, you focused on the one thing that you once knew, the one thing that was your life and purpose of being, the only thing that you had been out of touch with after the events. With your jaw clenched against the strain you were putting yourself through, a ringing started to form in your ears, a ringing that gradually started to form into vibrations that you were able to sense around you. Then there came the sound of the unclicking of a clasp and suddenly your hands were met with a solid cold metal object. Snapping your eyes open from the sensation, your looked down at your hands with relief to see the blaster that you had focused all your attention on, sitting perfectly between your palms. Huh, so you still got it.
“What the-” Crik looked at you in bewilderment, staring at the blaster that was now in your hands before turning to his guards to stop you only to be silenced with your blaster shooting straight through his chest.
The guards stared at their dead mayor in shock before taking out their weapons and pointing them at you with their teeth bared in anger. You dodged the red lasers of their blasters, rolling over to duck behind a pillar as their blasters went off, hitting the wall in front of you. You winced, hissing between your clenched teeth as one of the lasers had managed to graze your shoulder, leaving a tear in the fabric of your sleeve and a burned wound in it’s place. You pressed your back against the pillar, the blaster clenched firmly in your hands as you held it up to you, breathing in a deep breath before turning around just enough to get a good angle. With a few precise and quick pulls of the trigger, you killed off the rest of the guards. Scanning the room to make sure there was no one else of threat, you got up from your position before hurrying out the door.
Panting, you searched around for the Mandalorian only to see him turn the corner with the guard following close behind. Carefully, you sprinted up to them, lifting the blaster in your hands and shooting the guard right in the back. The Mandalorian swiftly turned at the sound of firing, his hand on his blaster as he watched the former guard fall limply to the floor only to reveal you standing right on the other side.
“Relax.” You stopped the man right as you caught him trying to slip his blaster out from its holster. “I’m not going to shoot you.”
“Did you….”
“Did I just save your ass? Yes.” You stepped over the dead guard to walk up to him, blowing the loose strands of your hair out of your face.
“That’s not what I-”
“Yeah sure. I didn’t do it for you. I did it for the kid.” You rolled your eyes before holding up your cuffed wrists. “Now would you mind returning the favor and getting these pesky things off?”
The Mandalorian stared blankly at you, and though you could not see his face beneath that obnoxious helmet of his, you knew exactly what was going through his thoughts.
“Look. If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead with your buddy there.”
You watched with a smirk on your blood coated lips as the Mandalorian pulled out the key from his pocket before unlocking the metal cuffs around your wrists.
You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, rubbing your wrists to relieve them after being restrained for so long. “Thanks.”
“How did you-” the helmeted man eyed the blaster in your hands that he was sure about not being on you since he had removed all your weapons before looking up towards where you had come from.
“Doesn’t matter.” You stretched out your arms before pressing the button on the wall to open the doors that led into the main room. “Now can we please go before someone notices the mess I left behind?”
You walked past the stunned Mandalorian with a scoff, throwing the blaster down near the dead guard before leaving the hallway. The Mandalorian stared at the corner that led into the room in which you were just held and down at the dead guard before following you out into the main room. To your luck, everyone was much too preoccupied at the moment with their drinks and the jazz band that had now played a newer and more upbeat tone, allowing the two of you to escape the premises without drawing much attention to yourselves. Once outside, you squinted your eyes against the sunlight after having spent your days under a helmet, bringing your hand up to block the sun’s rays from your face. You stopped for a second, turning around to stare back at the same place that had caught your attention not too long ago, that same heavy feeling creeping in your chest before you returned your thoughts to the events of the present as you followed the Mandalorian back to his ship, back to who knows what else would be in store for you.
A/N: Part 2 is here lovelies! I hope you all enjoy, and as always feedback and reblogs are much appreciated! Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! Have a beautiful day!
Summary: You’re a dangerous wanted fugitive with a hefty price on your head who escaped your home planet from persecution and picked up the job of being a bounty hunter. To keep yourself away from the eyes of those after you, you were currently hiding out in a small planet mostly ran by outlaws and bandits, that is until another certain bounty hunter lands on your trail.
You had just left the cantina much quicker than you had wanted and your mind was racing with the thoughts of what had gone down just inside. Right when you had arrived on this planet in hopes of keeping low and staying away from the eyes of those who wanted your head, those thugs had managed to ruin your plans and exposed not only your presence but also what you were capable of, which caused your stay here to be at risk. You just hoped that your little fight didn’t reach anyone outside the cantina.
It was a hot day and the air was dry, and the aroma of spices, sweet fruits, and roasted nuts from the street vendors filled the air, perfect for the desert-like climate. You wished you could rip your helmet off, indulge in the exotic smells this market had to offer and enjoy some sunlight and breeze on your skin for once. But you had your regular getup on, or your bounty hunter uniform, as you like to call it. And though the pieces of armor provided you with secrecy and protection, adding some bulk to your frame to make yourself look more masculine to conceal your feminine features, it was also a bit of a cage, confining you from the natural perception of the world. The dusty wind blew against your frame when you had stepped out on the street, making you clutch your cloak closer to you and pray that the wind didn’t pick up on speed in fear of it snatching away the helmet and revealing your face for the whole town to see. You were making your way to the edge of the town where you had parked your ship on the outskirts, your boots kicking up the sand around you with each step you took while the hem of your cloak blew behind you. A few of the townsfolk had glanced in your direction, paying no mind before going back to their business. Their town always had outsiders crossing through to the point they had become accustomed to seeing a new face or a new helmet. And as long as you weren’t causing any trouble, they did not seem to pay much mind, if anything it was more curiosity towards the travelers.
You had been focused on the path in front of you, your back straight and your head held straight forward and avoiding any type of eye contact with anyone until this uneasy sense came that someone was following you. To avoid making it known, you stopped by the nearest vendor, glancing down at the fruit laid out on the table before ever so slightly turning your head to see a glint of metal shrouded just barely behind the mass of people that walked the streets. Your eyes widened behind your helmet. You could recognize that armor from anywhere. What was a Mandalorian doing all the way here? More importantly, why was he following you and who sent him?
You cursed under your breath at the sight, turning around and thinking of the different possible strategies. You couldn’t outrun him no, as much as you would like to avoid tangling with a Mandalorian you had heard so much about, you couldn’t just run away, he’d catch up with you somehow. No. You would have to fight him, at least keep him held back while you revised a new escape plan and disappeared into a new planet. You continued to mutter fowl words under your breath, your eyes darting around trying to search for an alleyway to disappear into. You finally caught sight of one just a couple feet away, gradually picking up your pace as you headed straight towards it, sensing the Mandalorian doing the same. Some muttering of the locals had erupted around you as you pushed past them before reaching the alley. With the sound of the sand crunching beneath the soles of your feet, you made a sharp turn right around the corner, pressing on the cloaking button on your belt that made your cloak camouflage with your surroundings. Your appearance shifted in a flurry of pixelated tones before matching the colors around you, allowing you to disappear into your background. You jumped up and grabbed the nearest ledge on the wall, using a window frame to hoist yourself up on it, pressing your back flat against the wall while your feet barely balanced on the beam.
The Mandalorian had turned the corner not long after before stopping abruptly at the emptiness of the area, the positioning of the buildings blocking some of the sun’s rays and casting a shadow over him. Your eyes caught the glint of his blaster held tightly in his hand as he edged closer with careful steps, staring out at the dead end of the alley. A small curse escaped under his breath through the helmet as he scanned over the area to figure where you might’ve gone. You followed the darkness of his visor right as it passed right over you, the action making your breath hitch in your throat. You knew your cloaking device made you invisible, but for a moment you swore you felt his helmet burning right through you. Your heart was pounding in your chest from what felt to be hours as he went further into the alley, looking out for any possible place you might be hiding. From how hard your heart was beating in your chest, you feared he would hear it as he passed by in front of you.
Oh come on. Now is no time to be a coward. Fry him. You thought with your eyes closed shut as you desperately struggled to grip the sandy wall behind you in order to keep yourself from falling over.
Carefully keeping your balance, you slipped your revolver blaster out of your holster, your palms sweating beneath the leather fabric that covered them as your fingers closed tightly around the grip, making sure to be as silent as possible as you pointed it at the back of his head. You could taste the salt on your lips from the few drops of sweat that fell down from your forehead as you lowered your aim to the small opening just below his helmet where the fabric of his cloak covered the back area of his neck. Just one shot. It would be simple. Just one shot and he would no longer be a problem for you to worry about.
No, this wasn’t right. You still had some dignity left in you and shooting a Mandalorian in the back would be a cowardly move. If anything, he deserved a fair fight. But despite that, deep down, a part of you was convinced to let him go free. He was a bounty hunter, doing his job just as you were. And from the stories you heard, sure he was merciless towards his enemies and an excellent fighter at that, but he never harmed those that were innocent.
With a clenched jaw, you slipped your blaster back in your holster. You didn’t have to heart to kill him. Damn your sentiment, it was the one thing that always kept you from achieving whatever it is you could want. Sure, you weren’t going to kill him, but you were willing to knock him out, maybe even tie him down somewhere and threaten him a little to get him to back off your trail. Taking in a deep and steady breath, you jumped off the ledge and tackled the Mandalorian from behind, knocking him down to the dirt before standing back up on your feet. Luckily, you managed to catch him off guard and from the way he reacted, you could tell he was trying to figure out what the hell had just happened as he scrambled back to his feet. You watched him hold his blaster straight out, twisting his body around and pointing it at every direction but you. If this situation wasn’t threatening on your safety, you would have found this to be quite amusing and your snicker would’ve gave you away and gotten you shot on the spot. You’d bet your credits he was confused as shit under that bucket.
You could just walk away and leave, get yourself a new disguise and he would never be able to find you. But a part of you deep down wanted to fight him, test his abilities even. A part of you even found this entertaining, an amusement that you had once been told would one day get you killed.
There was an uneasy silence amongst the bustle of the town, the breeze blowing through the crevices in the building in low whistles until you felt the heat of the sun’s rays against your back, lighting up the alleyway that was once in hidden in shadow.
Oh no.
Your skin went cold as you caught sight of the Mandalorian looking down at the sand, following his gaze to find your shadow on full display at your feet. Shit. You had forgotten that the cloak was only able to camouflage instead of wiping out your solid form and making you entirely invisible, thus making you susceptible to certain factors that gave you away, like light hitting against you or dust being thrown at you.
The Mandalorian stalled for a moment, processing what he was seeing before lifting his blaster and shooting straight at you. You had managed to jump out of the way just barely in time, but not soon enough as a sharp burning sensation cut through the side of your arm. You swung your fist at him, making sure to aim under his ribs and avoid his chestplate in order to hit soft tissue instead of solid Beskar. Your opponent let out a grunt in response much to your satisfaction, but it seemed as if luck was on his side as he grabbed your outstretched arm just in time before slamming you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you. You laid there on your back for a quick second, stunned and coughing from the twisting pain in your chest until a slight static sound caught your attention, looking down to see that your cloaking device was malfunctioning, leaving you entirely visible after a short series of pixelated glitches. Not only that, but the force in which he slammed you had managed to detach your chestplate, the piece of olive green painted metal now lying a few feet away from you, leaving you in just your tunic and the soft padded vest you had on top to separate the roughness of the metal from your clothes.
You muttered a small curse under your breath, pressing a firm hand to your torso as you tried to regain your breath, twisting your body around with a grunt in a struggle to get yourself up until a pair of brown leather boots placed themselves right beside your head. Turning your head towards the sky, you were met with his blaster pointed right at you, the dark hole of the barrel staring right into your soul
“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.”
“How about neither.” You snarked, your voice coming out in a low tone through your helmet’s speaker before swiftly propping up on your elbows and twisting yourself against the dirt, kicking his legs out from underneath him and making him fall. You tried to get up but failed as you were once again met with the rough sand as he grabbed the fabric of your tunic and slammed you down on the ground again, pressing his forearm against your chest in order to get you to stay down. The latter action made you widen your eyes in horror. You didn’t have your chestplate on and now there was nothing to conceal the flesh there. You noticed that this had confused the Mandalorian as well from the way he sat back for a moment and tilted his head.
“What the-you’re a-” He breathed out before getting cut off by the bottom of your boot slamming into his head and knocking him back.
You took this chance as a means to escape, twisting yourself around and pushing yourself up with your hands until another pair of hands yanked at your ankles, causing you to fall face first into the dirt. “Ow! son of a-” A pained grunt escaped your lips and you almost could’ve sworn your nose had been broken from the sharp pain that spread through the center of your face. The Mandalorian pulled at your legs, dragging you across the dirt while you thrashed around, feeling his knee press down on your back. Another grunt escaped between your clenched teeth, your breaths coming out in aggravated huffs as you tried to break yourself from his hold once you felt his hands wrap around your wrists and pull your arms back behind you. There was the sound of a click and a small beep, and the skin left exposed on your wrists underneath your sleeves were met with the feeling of cold metal as a pair of handcuffs locked itself around them.
Great, just great.
You rolled your eyes from underneath your helmet as you felt him grab you by your bicep and pull you up to your feet.
“Let go of me!” You huffed as he pushed you, squirming around in his grip while he refused to let go of your arm after the resistance you put up. You noticed that your voice was no longer distorted into a lower tone, which meant that the fall had somehow damaged the distorter you had set up in there, now causing you to sound like your normal self. Could your day get any worse?
“Cut it out.” You heard him order from behind you.
A scowl appeared on your lips as his grip around your bicep tightened, your eyes drifting to the ground and spotting your chestplate laying on the side up ahead. “Can I at least get my chestplate?” You let out a huff as you were only met with silence. “Oh come on. It took me a while to make that you know. Besides, I’m kinda bare right now and I feel naked without it so I really need it. I don’t know if you noticed back there but-”
“Quiet.” He cut you off, causing your nostrils to flare until you noticed him pick your chest armor off the ground, the slight action making a small smirk appear on your lips despite being handcuffed and taken in for your bounty. Of course, you weren’t to going to accept defeat that quick. You had to devise an escape plan quick and wait for the right opportune moment. Though now wasn’t it.
The watchful eyes of the locals were now trained on the shiny armor of your captor, their eyes following the two of you curiously as you went, the Mandalorian and his freshly caught bounty. You were glad you wore a helmet, relieved they couldn’t see the look of embarrassment written across your features.
It wasn’t long before you arrived at a vessel that was parked on the outskirts of town, what seemed to be most likely his ship.
“Wow. What a piece of junk.” You made a snide comment, looking up at the big junk of metal as he as opened the entrance to his ship before shoving you inside, causing you to glare at him through the visor of your helmet. “Hey, don’t manhandle me alright.”
“Keep moving.” You felt him push you forward with his hand on your back.
You took in your new surroundings, glancing around at the dullness of the interior with a distasteful look on your face. “Yikes. You could use some major redecorating, liven the place up a bit. No wonder you’re so grim.”
Silence.
“My point exactly.” You muttered under your breath.
“Sit down.” You felt him place his hand on your shoulder to try to push you down on the chair in his cockpit but you refused to budge.
“Can I at least put my armor back on?”
The Mandalorian stood quiet for a moment and you could almost feel him glaring at you through the slit in his helmet before turning you around and shoving you against the wall with your back facing him.
“Easy there will ya.” You hissed as he fumbled with the lock on the handcuffs. “Geez, is this how you treat all the ladies you bring in here?” A short second later, you felt the handcuffs around your wrist loosen up with a click after the sound of the beep went off.
“Any sudden moves and I shoot.” You heard him say beside your ear before stepping back
“Alright.” You lifted your hands up to your head, slowly turning around to see him standing a few feet away from you with his blaster pointed at you. “No need to be hasty, I’m just going to strap on my armor and that’s it.” You grabbed your chestplate that had been lying on the back of the chair before slinging the leather straps over your shoulder and fastening them, making sure that the metal covered the areas that needed protection. “Before you uh, handcuff me back up, would you mind letting me keep my arms in front of me. It’s kinda you know, uncomfortable having your hands tied behind you while you’re sitting in a chair.
There was another moment of silence, the lack of reply from the Mandalorian causing you to unconsciously shift on your feet before he finally stepped up to you and handcuffed your arms in front of you.
"Thank you for your consideration.” You smiled sarcastically even though he could not see a single inch of your expression.
“Sit down.” He directed in a monotone voice with his blaster still pointed at you, to which you plopped down on the seat in exaggeration.
You let out a scoff and a roll of your eyes as the Mandalorian lowered himself to the ground to tie your ankles to the bottom of the chair so you wouldn’t try to pull anything else. “You distrust me that much huh. Fair enough.” You leaned back in your set, twisting your body around and adjusting to make yourself comfortable as you watched him go over to his seat and start up the aircraft before taking off. You sniffled through the stuffiness in your nose, scrunching up your face from the smell of the blood that had dried up inside. Well it didn’t feel broken, and you have had broken noses before, though your body ached from your fight with the Mandalorian and the quarrel you had with the previous bounty you were after who just happened to be 8 feet tall and full of muscle. Let’s just say you didn’t like being tossed around like you were some stuffed animal. You were positive you had formed new bruises and reopened up the wounds you had just stitched earlier today from the way that some areas felt sore and tender.
“So uh….” You tried to make conversation while looking around for anything that just might help you break free and escape. You had to find a way out, one way or another, and it didn’t help that you were leaving the planet and your own ship behind. “Where we heading?” No answer. “You know, I’d like to know where I’m being sent and just who it is I am being sent off to.” Still no answer. Maybe, just maybe, if you annoyed him enough he might give up and set you free, that trick had worked once a long time ago. But sweet talking would definitely not work on him. “That’s some uh, pretty neat armor you got there. What is it, Beskar? So like how many hours do you spend polishing it?……………………….Okaayyyy then. I see you’re not much of a talker.” You nodded your head awkwardly before looking around again, edging a bit off your seat to get a better look at things.
“Quit moving around back there.”
“Oh. So you do talk, not much I presume. But you talk. I mean, you’ve gotta have said more than a few words in your lifetime, otherwise……….my goodness. Oh and by the way, you kinda messed up my gear, my voice distorter and my cloaking device are broken because of you and I believe I should receive some kind of compensation.” Ah yes more silence. You hated him already. I mean, you respected him, you’ll give him that. You just hated being with him, tied down to a chair with nothing but the sound of the aircraft and your own voice. A part of you even prayed that you would reach your destination quicker just so that you would not have to be stuck with him for who knows how long. And the fact that he wasn’t budging was pissing you off. There was one last thing you could do, one last trick. “Well then! If you don’t mind, I’d like to liven up this extremely dreadful atmosphere by singing some tunes. Maybe it’ll…..I don’t know……lift your spirits.” You cleared your throat before singing a tune you had once heard, making sure to be as exaggerated as possible.
“Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go Oh I want to take you down to Kokomo, we’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow That’s where we want to go, way down in Kokomo……………
Tell everybody, I’m on my way! New friends and new places to see! With blue skies ahead, yes I’m on my way! And there’s nowhere else that I’d rather be!!!” You belted out before stopping at the sudden feeling of something touching your leg. “AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!” You jumped in your seat, your scream even startling the Mandalorian himself. “Yo! What the-” You looked down at your feet with a pale face to see what had grabbed you and being met with a pair of big brown eyes staring up at you, eyes belonging to a small green child with large pointy ears that reminded you of someone you once knew long before. “Oh. Hello there.”
“Grogu?” You heard the Mandalorian speak before turning his head around to face the small child that stood by your feet. “What are you doing there? Stay away from her. Go back to bed.”
The child tiled his head and let out a small blabber, his tiny fingers clutching around the fabric of your pants.
“He uh……he likes my singing.” You muttered out in sheer disbelief of there being a youngling aboard the ship, and not just any youngling. Something about him felt different, but you couldn’t quite figure it out.
“He what?” The Mandalorian now looked up to you. “You……understand him?”
“………Kind of?”
“Grogu. She’s dangerous. Go back to bed okay?”
The small child lowered his head in disappointment before waddling off as you watched him go with a softened and thoughtful look in your eyes. You tried to remember where you had seen him, if you had anyways. He reminded you so much of a mentor you once had, and you were saddened by the thought.
“What is he doing here?” You questioned before turning to stare at the back of the Mandalorian’s helmet, your reflection only staring back at you. “What purpose do you have with a youngling?” You leaned back in your seat when he provided no answer, the frown on your lips only deepening as you stared out at the stars that blanketed all around from the view outside the window. You had to find out why he had the child with him, whether it was for a bounty or whether he was just under his care, you did not know. And when you do, once you found an escape, you’d take him with you.
A/N: I was working on this story a long time ago and thought I’d start on it again. Hope y’all enjoy! Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list.
Summary: You’re a dangerous wanted fugitive with a hefty price on your head who escaped your home planet from persecution and picked up the job of being a bounty hunter. To keep yourself away from the eyes of those after you, you were currently hiding out in a small planet mostly ran by outlaws and bandits, that is until another certain bounty hunter lands on your trail.
You were always the lone wolf, a ranger who wandered planets, a person without a destination. Your occupation was your own, you worked for yourself and no one else, and you preferred it that way. Due to your line of work, you lived plentiful off of bounties and even some quests that were offered to you. But most of it came from assassinations, which was one thing you never admitted to being proud of. You were an excellent marksman, if not one of the best, but your morals meant more than the money and caused you to be very selective over what hits you were willing to take, choosing to only go after the truly guilty ones. Because of this, you refused to be part of the Guild and turned down many requests in the past offering a great sum of money. You weren’t exactly very popular with the Guild since they considered you to be an undisciplined rogue who ignored the rules and had no right doing what you did, so you stayed on the low and made an effort to avoid running into any of their members.
Due to your distant past, you’ve felt that being invisible was better than being seen. Which is another reason why you did what you did and avoided as much interactions as possible. Knowing people and forming relationships was just a way to tie you down and keep you in a cage, an obligation and somewhat a burden. Acquaintances were fine but heavens forbid that formed into an actual relationship. People have expectations and you wanted none of it, not again at least. Not to mention you were severely betrayed by people you were supposed to trust. If there was another thing you were known for, it was for being a charmer, you knew just what words and tone to use to get yourself out of any situation. But you were also known for your ruthlessness. And if the time came where words did not work, your blasters did most of the talking. But ever since being on the run and escaping the planet you once called home, your life drastically changed and it had never been the same since.
You were sitting by yourself at a local cantina, at a table in the farthest and darkest corner of the tasteless place, away from the rest of its occupants. You had just finished tackling a bounty and it wasn’t an easy one, the bastard had left a few bruises and scrapes so you felt like winding down. Thankfully, you were lucky enough to come at a time where the place wasn’t so rowdy and filled with egotistical idiots making a mess and fighting each other for petty and immature reasons.
You had your head propped up lazily by your gloved hand as you stared down at your glass of liquor, swirling it around and watching the ice mix with the contents and clinking every time it hit the edge. You were starting to wonder why you even came here in the first place. You weren’t much of a drinker and you never liked the bitter taste but something about it made you always reach for a glass. In all honesty, you were just ready to go back to your ship and pass out on your bed. One thing was for certain and it was the fact that you were bored and exhausted beyond your mind. You tried to focus on the cantina music in the background, hoping it would help keep you awake while forcing to keep your eyes open. But the warmth of the cantina and your cloak that was draped around your shoulders, falling over your arms and torso to provide extra comfort, was not helping.
You rarely ever let your guard down like this and this was not a good thing. The place was already sketchy as it was with all the bandits and thugs that would come through.
A group of footsteps were heard approaching your table, each one in a different tempo than the rest, the sound making you snap yourself back into a conscious state. You straightened up against the leather seat once you caught sight of a thug walking up to you, followed by his pathetic little gang of 4.
Ugh, what now? You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes behind your helmet.
You watched carefully for a moment as one of his men made an unwanted advance towards one of the waitresses, grabbing her bottom and turning her around to try and force a kiss on her. The waitress shrieked at the act and squirmed in his grip, pushing away at his chest to escape. The thug laughed at her before loosening his grip, his reptile-like eyes following her as she freed herself from him with tears in her eyes, humiliated, before rushing off to the side in fear where the other workers were.
Why that little shit. You just got to this planet and you already had to deal with assholes.
The leader stopped at the edge of your table, glaring at you while his goons surrounded your booth, blocking off all forms of an exit. Slyly, you slipped your hand down underneath the table, gripping your blaster that sat at your hip with your finger hovering over the trigger, ready for any sign of attack.
“You’re in my seat.” The leader grunted at you with his burly arms crossed across his chest, a scowl on his face as he bared his yellowed, troll like teeth against his grimy scaley green skin.
During this exact moment, you thanked the maker you were wearing a mask so you wouldn’t have to smell the rancid stench coming off from him. The last thing you wanted was to puke in your own helmet. Who knows who long it had been since the asshole and his goons had bathed.
“Really?” You snarked, your voice distorted through your modulator to make you sound like a man, your voice low and gruff. You adjusted your cape so that it was not covering your arms anymore as you leaned back in the leather cushion, putting your free arm up on the back of the seat while kicking your feet up on the table. “I don’t see your name on it.”
The thug eyed your boots, his eye twitching as he watched the caked up dirt from your soles fall onto the table, the small action infuriating him even more. You were slightly amused at his reaction despite being irritated that he had disturbed your space. Who knew dirt on a table would so much as upset someone that probably hadn’t bathed in moons.
“Listen here you little brat.” The man slammed his clawed hands down on the table, causing everyone in the cantina to look over to see what was causing all the ruckus. “Move, or else I’ll break every little bone in your bounty hunter body before picking my teeth with it.”
His goons laughed at the statement, their laughs echoed against the stilled silence of the cantina as they enjoyed the opportunity to bully yet another person around, reveling in the moment and obviously getting off on this sort of attention. The ring leader stared you down with a smug smirk on his face, thinking he scared you shitless and that you might succumb to this sort of threat.
“………..no.” You let out, your voice matching the same stoicism in the details of your helmet.
The goons’ laughter died down from hearing your answer, each of them intently watching their boss’s face contort into anger and anticipating what his next move will be.
“That’s it!” The leader growled between gritted teeth before lunging out at you.
Swiftly, you grabbed his bulky arm with your left hand, twisting it to a certain angle and breaking his elbow, the move making him let out a pained scream. With your right hand you grabbed your blaster and shot him in the head in a quick blast of orange before tossing him to the floor. You glanced over to see that one of the goons had pulled out his blaster and blasted him before he could even pull the trigger at you. After watching their members fall down dead, the rest of the gang tried to charge you, their eyes flared and their teeth gritted in rage. You kicked the table over, making them back up while you jumped over it. One of the goons tried to grab you so you kneed him in the groin before grabbing his head and snapping it. You shot another one and while the last remaining one tried to run away you used your free hand to pull out your knife from your thigh strap and throw it at him, lodging it right in his knee and making him fall to the floor.
All eyes of the local civilians in the cantina were glued to you as you stepped over the bodies, casually walking over to the goon you threw your knife at. You stood there and tilted your head at him, recognizing him as the one who assaulted the woman while you watched him crawling on the ground, leaving a trail of blood on the floor from his wound as he went, unaware of your presence.
Pathetic.
A sigh escaped your lips as you crouched down next to him to grab his attention. The man took one look at you being so close and gasped in fear before struggling to move faster.
You wrapped your fingers around the hilt of your knife, twisting it in the flesh of his knee before yanking it out. The goon screamed at your action before his limbs finally gave away, laying there, trembling in pain.
No one dared to interfere you now. Not when you had taken out 4, soon to be 5 men twice your size.
“You shouldn’t have done that to the poor woman.” You spoke, now you were the one looking down at him.
The man turned to look at you, laughing while he did it and flashed his blood stained teeth. He glared up at you with a disgusting grin that made your stomach turn. “Aye, and I enjoyed every second of it.”
Your blood boiled at his remark, your knuckles turning white underneath your glove from gripping your blade.
How dare he.
He laughed again, knowing he got under your skin from the way you clenched your weapon and started breathing. The air around you at the moment was visibly tense as everyone lingered quietly in their seats, waiting to see what you would do next. You’ve had enough of him.
The man let out a hiss as you grabbed a fistful of his hair between your gloved fingers, lifting his head up so you could speak to him in his ear.
“And now you’ll die for it.” You whispered through clenched teeth before shoving your knife in his head.
Taking your knife back out of his skull, you wiped the blood off on his clothes before sticking it back in your strap while standing back up.
The occupants of the cantina looked away and returned to their food and conversations, not wanting to meet the visor of your helmet as if you could shoot lasers through it. They thought that the simple act of even looking in the direction of this strange outsider would be considered an offense after the way you took care of the local gang. Some of them even had disgust written on their faces from the way you handled the thugs while others had a faint hint of a smile that exhibited their relief.
You walked over to the owner of the cantina who stood behind the counter, his eyes glued to the glass he was wiping in his hands.
“You uh, you handled yourself pretty well over there.” The old man laughed uneasily, not seeming to meet your eyes as if he were afraid to offend you while he followed your movements, wondering what in the worlds you were about to do.
You didn’t respond to the statement as you fished into the pocket of your pants, pulling out some credits from the small suede pouch you had and placing them in front of him.
The owner looked at the credits laid out on the table for him, obviously confused from the way his brows knit together before looking up at you.
“But, but you already paid for your drink.”
“I know. It’s for the mess I made.” You gestured to the dead bodies that were still spread out on the ground.
The owner followed your gesture before looking back up you, relief painting his features once he realized you meant no harm. “Oh. But please sir, it’s not necessary. In fact, I should be the one thanking you. Ever since that gang showed up here in our small town, it’s been near chaos. Please, keep your credits. In fact…”
You watched him with a raised brow as he grabbed a pouch from his pocket and tried to hand you some credits. “Take this as well.”
You eyed the credits in his outstretched palm, pursing your lips before letting out a sigh. “I can’t take this. You didn’t hire me.”
“Please sir, take it. As a token of our gratitude. You saved our little town that I’m afraid no one cares about.”
“Yeah well you need it more than me.” You expressed. “I only accept credits for jobs I am hired to do.”
You kept your own pouch in your hand, nodding a farewell at the old man before making your way over to the waitress who was assaulted. You saw her hiding away in a corner, her small frame held in the arms of her friend as tears ran down her cheeks while her coworkers tried to comfort her.
The workers glanced up at you standing nearby before moving away, allowing you to approach closer. You stood there carefully, looking down at her fragile frame and gently placing a hand on her shoulder. The poor woman jerked in reaction before looking up you, her teary eyed filled with confusion.
“It’s okay.” You tried to say softly, hoping it would come out sounding compassionate but your helmet didn’t help much with how you conveyed your tone. Instead, your voice came out sounding less loud. “It’s alright.”
The young woman looked behind you, her eyes glancing at her attacker that was now dead before looking up at you with a weak smile. “Thank you.” She sniffled as she wiped her nose with a handkerchief. “Thank you for getting rid of them.”
“Here.” You held your hand out to her and placed some of your credits in her palm. “Take this. Buy yourself something, food or anything. Preferably something to protect yourself with…..and uh…..learn how to use it.”
The woman stood there in shock, staring down at the credits that now sat on the blue skin of her palm. She cracked a small smile, holding back more tears. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“Keep your chin up.” You muttered, pressing your fingers delicately under her chin before she caught you by surprise by wrapping her arms around your torso. Your body tensed up at her reaction as you stood there, not really knowing how to react before giving her an awkward pat on the back. She pulled away from the hug and smiled timidly at you, her cheeks tinted as she placed a tender kiss to the side of your helmet. The action made you widen your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up inside your helmet to the point where you swore they would melt through the metal.
You shook off the feeling and the nerves, nodding at her and saying a polite goodbye before walking out of the cantina, ready to go back to your ship and wash the sweat off your face and escape the presence of everyone. Due to your quick haste to get out, you failed to notice a shadow, a silhouette of a person hidden behind a suit of armor that sat at the back of the cantina tucked away in the other corner. Nor did you catch the glint of the metal helmet that sat on his head, of the Mandalorian that had been watching your every move ever since you stepped foot into the building.
Din was thrilled from the moment you announced your pregnancy, he would sit down with Grogu explaining the responsibilities of a big brother.
When you give birth, he helps you. It was his fault that you were on a deserted planet after all. He feared the worst, but you were strong and so was your child.
When he first held his daughter, she was still covered in blood, but in his eyes, she was the definition of perfection.
Jack Daniels
This wasn’t the first time he was about to become a father, but this was the time he was super cautious. Making sure you were safe at every second, he doesn’t want to go through the same pain as before.
When you gave birth, he was on a mission. He was called by Ginger and he immediately dropped everything. But he was late.
By the time he arrived to the hospital, you were sleeping and so, he let you sleep while he walked over to the glass so he could see his child. And surely enough Jack found him. The only baby with just a last name, meaning you wanted to wait until he was there to name him.
He felt a tear fall from his eyes as he looked at him, he knew he would do anything to keep his family safe.
Marcus Moreno
It was a quiet night, everyone was sleeping when you woke up. Marcus didn’t even move an inch when you got out of bed. You were in desperate need to pee.
But on your way back to the bed, you felt a terrible pain.
Of course, when you woke Marcus up, he was running around like a chicken without a head, thank God for Missy who was able to help you out.
This wasn’t the first time Marcus her his own baby and standing there he wouldn’t want this to be the last either. He cried. Tears rolling down his face while he held his youngest daughter.
Of course, Missy took multiple pictures of him which she planned on blackmailing her father later on in his life.
Oberyn Martell
Childbirth was something he was used to. He had many daughters before you even came into the picture.
But this was the very first time he held a son and not a daughter. It felt special, and as much as he loved his daughters, his heart still felt a different way to see the youngest addition to his ever-growing family.
He swore his entire life to protect him as he would be his rightful heir. You even caught a glimpse of a tear running down his cheek before he whiped it.
Javier Pena
Panic wouldn’t even begin to describe what he went through that day. He thought he would rather go after another Escobar guy instead of going through this hell, and he didn’t even had to do anything. He held your hand and that’s all. You did all the work.
His mind often went to that dark place, that dark place which told him to just run, leave and never come back, but he stayed.
And that dark voice in the back of his head disappeared when he held his daughter for the first time. And how glad he was that he didn’t leave.
Tiny little girl with his eyes. Perfection. He just stood there, frozen as he looked at her. Not even giving her to the nurses when they asked.
Pero Tovar
After your third child you thought Pero would have enough. You thought he would have enough and not want more children. But you were wrong. Two girls and a boy weren’t enough. He wanted more. And you were happy to give him more.
Each birth was more terrifying to him than the last. He loved his children all the same and he just loved you a little more as he held his second son. Each time he was reminded just how amazing you were and it made his heart explode.
Him, a rough swordsman, such a soft and kind father and husband. He never saw himself in that position. As you finally fell asleep, he watched the kids, showing them his youngest, like the proud father he was.
Summary:When asking for zoomies is just too much for you.
You didn’t like the new ship. Not one bit.
It made you sit back, not on your man’s lap.
You travelled while sitting at the back, not while he held you. You held Grogu close to you, but you needed his arms around you, you needed to feel the cool Beskar and his heat radiating off of him, making you fall asleep as he flew. Now, all you had was your kid. Who constantly kept on banging the window, asking Din to go faster. Honestly it was adorable, but you started to feel sick after the tenth time. So, when Grogu wanted Din to go again, you grabbed his little arms.
“Please, no more, I feel sick.” the Kid understood you, of course he stopped, not wanting to see his mommy sick he decided to cuddle against your chest.
Then you heard Din’s voice through the comunication system.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, just no more jumps please, my head hurts.”
“Should we stop? There is a planet fairly close.”
And he already stirred the ship to go that way, the last thing he wanted is for you to be sick and some fresh air will really help you.
After landing, you quickly got out of the ship, with the Kid still in your hands, you started walking around the foresty planet.
“I feel better…but, I’m a bit dizzy.” you said as you leaned against a tree. Din rushed over to your side, helping you to a nearby rock to sit on.
“Meshla? What can I do?”
You handed him Grogu and held your head, “I don’t know. Do you have any meds?”
“I do,” he rushed to his ship, finding the emergency bag and taking out a painkiller, he handed it to you with some water.
“Thank you.” you took the pill.
“I will only use that when we are chased or something, if you get a headache every time.”
“I don’t think it’s that, it's the amount. You did it like 12 times because he asked you. But we learned from it.” Grogu made a noise and reached out to you, Din held him closer to you as he grabbed your hand. “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to heal me, I’m good.” you said as you started to feel the force he used. As you said that, he stopped. “I just need an hour or so, then we an go.” you said to Din as you took Grogu from him once more. He nodded and decided to go relax with you under the huge tree.
You leaned against him, he moved his arms around you, finally, finally he was holding you, just as you wanted.
Now, not even the annoying headache could ruin your mood.
Summary: Din Djarin is the most influential man in the entire world. But even the most influential needed something more, something he found in a place he never expected to.
Din Djarin is one of the most influential men in the entire world, he has everything a person could ever want and more.
He was rich, he had power and people were afraid of him. He was a true leader who feared no one but everyone feared him.
And just as they say that behind every successful man there is a woman it was true in his case as well.
It all began when he was on his way home from a job, his driver vent into a part of the city which was really dangerous, not that he cared because no one would even dare to look at him let alone attack or rob him. As they were driving through the streets Din was looking outside looking at the people out on the street, he saw prostitutes, drug addicts, drug sellers and many homeless people.
Then as they stopped at a red light he saw someone, a young woman carrying a small child in her arms as she was making her way through the streets. Din Didn’t know what was about her that caught his eye he was sure he had seen many women like her but there was just something about her, something he couldn’t quite understand but he was interested. But as the light turned green again the driver began to drive and Din could only see her getting smaller and smaller and then he took a turn completely losing her sight.
The next time Din saw this woman was in a different part of the city, but she still looked the same, same coat, same shoes, and the same child. He was sitting at a coffee store, enjoying his lunch when he saw her. Again Din found himself being interested. But she soon left.
Then the third time Din asked his driver to go the same route they went a couple of weeks ago, he wanted to see her he wasn’t sure why but he wanted to, and he did. She was getting out of a convenience store when he saw her. However, he also noticed the couple meant that was heading her way, he made his driver stop the car he got out and as the man saw him, the smirks disappeared from their faces as they looked down and quickly walked the other way they came from.
Din didn’t talk to her, but she did look at him, she offers him a warm smile before she walked away.
This is when Din realized that he wanted to know more about her, he wanted her, and he will always get what he wants.
So, he called up one of his most trusted men, Boba Fett, who was an assassin, Din explained to him that all he wanted was more information about the woman he didn’t want her dead.
Boba I know better than to question his bosses requests so he nodded and went along to carry out the job.
Din couldn’t wait, he was good at many things but patience was not one of them.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Boba to find out everything about her and so he gave all the information to his boss.
When Din those final left alone in his office he opened up the envelope, it was possibly the thinnest envelope he has ever seen in his entire life.
Her name was Y/N Y/L/N, an orphan there was very little information about her a couple of schools she attended, a couple of jobs that he had during her life, however, there was no mention of a child anywhere, no birth certificate for the little one no hospital entries or anything like that. Which made him even more curious, did she hide a kid from someone in that’s why there was no information about the kid or what was going on? Could it be that she stole the kid from someone or found him?
From her papers it was clear that she wasn’t a harmful person which he already knew just based on the smile she gave him, he knew when someone recognized him he knew when someone knew who he was but she had no clue, the smile she gave him was genuine not out of fear or respect it was a genuine smile something Din hadn’t seen in a long while.
The story of him talking to her for the first time was completely by chance, he was at his usual place in the café then he saw her once again when he saw her pass on the street as she was walking past the many people someone ran into her knocking her over and no one even looked at her everyone just walked past like nothing happened. Din didn’t even recognize his legs moving, he only realized that he was standing right beside her when he began talking.
“Are you okay?” he asked he offered his hand to her so she could stand up again.
She smiled at him again, “Yes, thank you I’m fine.” She said as she took his hand and got up. She checked the kid and so did Din. The baby looked nothing like her, still sleeping as if nothing happened.
“Is he okay?” Din asked.
“He is, thank you. He is a heavy sleeper. Thank you again,” she said before she smiled at him, and started to leave. But Din grabbed her arm. She immediately looked at him, scared.
“I-I just.” he stuttered. Din Djarin just stuttered. For the first time in his life. “I like you.” he said.
“Thank you, Sir, but you don’t know me.”
“Let me get to know you. I want to know you!” the desperation in his voice was clear. He guessed she felt bad for him, and she agreed to meet him tomorrow same place.
—
You still couldn’t believe it.
What would a well-dressed handsome and rich man like him want from you? You were almost homeless, with a child. Why would he want to know a person like that?
Did he think you were some kind of prostitute or something? No, he wouldn’t have offered you lunch in that case.
Then, the next day, with Grogu in your arms, you made your way to the place you agreed to meet the man, who you learned was named Din. After many long debates about whether you should go or not, you decided to go.
There was something in his eyes which told you that you could trust him.
So, your first date came. At the time you didn’t even know it was a date.
And what a disaster it was.
You were a mess, lost in the luxury that seemed so evident to him. People looked at you with disgust in their eyes.
At least your son had a fun time, eating whatever he wanted and Din was really affectionate towards him.
In Din’s eyes, the date went amazingly. You looked beautiful and he loved hearing you talk, you weren’t so different from him, the difference was that now he had money in the bank.
Din Djarin was your savior.
He saved you from the awful world, he gave you shelter and loved you.
You realized you were in love during your fourth date with him when he took you and Grogu to the Zoo. The way he lifted Grogu so he could see the lion warmed your heart.
That was the first night you spent at Din’s place. And although you knew he had a completely different lifestyle, when seeing his mansion, you were left speechless.
But you also knew that was only the outside. Inside Din was much more than a multimillionaire with a gang to his name.
He was kind, affectionate and loyal. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he listened and remembered.
It was the first time you could properly celebrate your son’s birthday.
“He is getting so big.” Din said as he watched Grogu running around the backyard. He rented out three bouncy houses, a giant ball pit and there were way too much food considering no one was invited. You watched the man you love smile at your son, and you decided this was the time to tell him.
“Three years ago, I found him by a dumpster. He was just a newborn, crying. The most terrible part is that someone placed bags on him either to hide him or they didn’t even care that a kid was there and just left their garbage on him. He is not my blood but he is my son.”
“It always amazes me how strong you are, My Love.”
Din was not expecting that the kid was treated so poorly. Thankfully you found him, and Din found you.
Only after two years of getting to know Din was enough for you, you knew he was the one. The one you wanted to live your life with.
And only just one year later, Din finally gathered his courage to ask you to marry him. You made it official with a beautiful ceremony.
“Do we really have to go?” asked an annoyed Din. “We could celebrate our wedding anniversary from here, why should we go to a theater?”
“Because I heard great things about this play and I want to see it. I told you if you don’t want to go, I could have gone with my friends!” you said from the bathroom as you were finishing up with your hair. The dress you had on was pure perfection as you knew your husband loved seeing red on you.
“Okay, okay. And then we go to that restaurant, as I wanted to.”
“Exactly, theater, dinner, and then when we get home we can have sex.” you said as you got out of the bathroom. “What do you think? Do I look nice?”
“Can we maybe start with the last option on your list?” he said as he headed over to you, smirking.
“Nooo, we’ll be late, let’s go.”
Din let out an annoyed groan. You would always win.
Din had to be honest, he enjoyed the play, although he wasn’t a big fan of musicals, this one was actually rather good, but he was too proud to admit.
During dinner, he couldn’t take his eyes off of your breasts. The dress that you wore was covering them, but he just couldn’t look away.
“My eyes are up here Mr Djarin,” you said as you took a sip from the lemonade you ordered.
“Did they grow?” he asked looking into your eyes finally.
“I have a new bra. Maybe it’s that.”
“No.”
He knew you too well.
And during dessert, you were ready to tell him about your surprise.
“I do have something for you.” you said as you watched him sip his champagne, you didn’t even touch yours.
You pulled out the small box from your bag and handed it to him.
“I thought you said no presents.”
“In a way, this is for both of us.” his eyes widened. “Not like that, you pervert! Just open it.”
Din opened the ribbon and the box, he took out the pacifier from it.
“I’m pregnant.” you said before he could ask anything. “The doctor confirmed yesterday.”
“We are going to have another little one?” the way he said that made you want to jump at him and kiss him.
“Yes.”
He smiled at you, tears gathered in his eyes.
“Don’t cry love please, I know you are happy but someone could see you. The fearless leader might lose his reputation.” you laughed, trying to make him laugh as well, but he only smiled.
The house of Djarin grew, he was now a husband and a father. Something he was rather proud of instead of his fearful title.
From having one child to having two and now his wife was pregnant with their fourth, Din couldn’t believe his luck. He had a family now not only his empire.
The helmet hissed just before it was lifted off - brown eyes staring back once more but somehow it was softer than before. The fear that was imbued in them back at the imperial base was gone. Now it seemed that all he could see was you.
You looked away on instinct, not daring to hold eye contact any longer. You shook your head at his feet. “No - back at the base, you did what was necessary to find the kid. This is…”
“It’s what I want.” Hearing him step forward, you made a small effort to step away but he was fast, hands catching your arms and holding you in place as he moved closer. “I want you to see me, Y/n.”
One of his hands found your chin and he gently guided your eyes up the beskar until they were staring into his own - his warm brown, human eyes that always watched from behind the helmet visor. It didn’t take long before you surrendered to your emotions and leaned forward, pressing your mouth against his as if he could provide you with oxygen.
Warnings:Fluff, mutual pining, Din being clueless, Established sexual relationship, live sick idiots, mild reference to smut.
A/N:req by @sturkillerbase for idiots in love. “You’re so cute. What did you just say? I said you look like a boot.”
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Din couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus. He felt hot under all that beskar and he was vaguely aware that Cara was talking to him - rambling on about staying here, settling down. Why is that when she said that, all he could think about was you.
You, the mechanic he had taken on almost a year ago. You, who had broken down all his walls and pierced him straight in the heart. You, whose hands knew exactly where to touch to comfort him. You, who came along and filled that missing piece of his puzzle. You, who was currently playing with Grogu and the other children - putting thoughts of you holding a baby of your own in his head, his baby.
“If you stare longer, you’ll burn a hole into the side of her head.” He fell forward slightly, startled by what Cara had said before quickly recovering.
“What are you talking about?”
She smiled up at him - that sly smirk she always has around him - her eyebrow quirked. “The only person you’re fooling is yourself, Mando. Plain as day that you love her.” He’s just as bad as she is. She stood then, coming to stand beside him - her gaze drifting over to you.
“You better tell her before someone else snaps her up,” she says with a tilt of her head in your direction. Din follows her line of sight to find one of the local men talking to you. His hand reaches out for you and touches your arm and you laugh at whatever he’s said. It’s like a knife has been thrust into his gut - twisting around for extra effect.
You turn then - as if you can feel the heat of his gaze - and catch him staring. A sweet smile spreads across your face and you wave at him. Din clenches his fist as a wave of anger or jealousy - he’s not quite sure - washes over him. I can’t watch this. He moves away from Cara and storms off, leaving you staring after him with a confused look on your face. Your eyes meet Cara’s and she just shrugs before walking off. Maker, these two love sick idiots.
***
Sometime later, Din arrives back at the hut - having spent most of the day avoiding you - to find you dressed in a skimpy dress. He’s frozen in the doorway at the sight of you - dress clinging to the curve of your breast, flowing out at the waist. You look ethereal.
There’s a slit in the dress that he hadn’t noticed until you move. He can see the skin of your leg all the way up to your thigh and it’s making it impossible to breathe. Suddenly, the beskar armour weighs heavy on his shoulders - all he wants to do is reach out and touch you. Really touch you. Without the armour, without the gloves - without the barrier between you both.
“Din! Are you ok? You’ve been gone all day, Grogu was upset he couldn’t find you.” You’re standing directly in front of him now and he lets his eyes roam over you - hidden behind the safety of the visor. He can feel the heat coming off you - searing into his skin. Your scent - apples, cinnamon and something indescribably you - fills his nose from under the helmet and his brain short circuits.
“You’re cute!” He freezes. Did I say that out loud?
“What did you say?” You say with a soft smile on your face. You know exactly what he said.
“I said you look like a boot.” Trying not to laugh, you reach out to touch his arm but before you can - he pushes past you making his way behind the curtain separating your shared space. You stare at the space he occupied seconds ago, mind reeling. Does he feel the same way? Turning to follow him you’re interrupted by Omera and Cara entering the hut.
“Ready to dance and get drunk on spotcha?” Cara says as she wiggles her hips. They both stand staring at you, waiting for a response. “Eh..can you give us a minute?”
They share a look before turning back to you and nodding. “Can you take Grogu?”
“Sure”, Omera says as she bends down to pick him up. Once they leave you turn towards the curtain, heart racing. I need to know.
***
Din paced the length of the small space he occupied - embarrassment flooding his veins. Dank ferrek!
He’s ruined things now, he knows he has. You’ll think he’s an idiot and leave. Everyone leaves. The only one consistent thing in his life is Grogu and he doesn’t have much of a choice. I need to get out of this. Din begins pulling off his armour - piece by piece - throwing it on the ground haphazardly. He hears Cara and Omera talking and he figures you left for the celebration. It’s safe!
With both hands on either side of his helmet; he lifts it off. Holding it in his hands, he stands there and stares into the visor - his face reflected back at him. The mandalorians are his family, took him in when he was most alone in the world - he owes them his life. They are also his curse. Living by a strict creed that allows no one to see his face, not even the ones he loves.
You can never get too close. How could you when there is a barrier of beskar between you both. In the last couple of months he’s longed to find a peaceful planet somewhere in the galaxy - quite like Sorgan - and settle down with you and Grogu. Maybe you’ll agree to marry him and you can have a child of your own. She’ll never love you.
“Oh Din I’m…I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean…”
Din turns towards your voice to find you w or h your back turned away from him and your hand covering your eyes. She saw my face! You have two options here, kill or marry.
Din tosses his helmet. The loud thud as it hits the floor echoes throughout the hut. He moves toward you now, slow and steady - like any quick movements will spook you. He reaches out to touch you and his heart races upon contact. He loves the feel of your warmth under his touch. Searing into his skin.
“Mesh’la, it’s ok.”
“No! No, I made you break your creed. I’ve ruined everything Din. I’m sorry…so sorry,” you say with a sob. He turns you around and places his hands gently on your cheeks.
“Mesh’la please, look at me.”
“No. I can’t. I…I won’t. I can leave…I won’t tell anyone what I saw…please don’t kill me.”
His heart clenches tight. I could never kill you. “I won’t kill you. I can’t, even if I wanted to. I…I love you Y/N and I want you to see my face properly, so please look. He pulls your hands away but your eyes are shut tight. “You can’t be a Mandalorian anymore Din, I made you….I’ve ruined it all…”
“I can still be a Mandalorian. I love you and I want you to see my face. I want to give you that. Give you all of me. Marry me?” He whispers beside your ear.
Slowly you open your eyes and you’re met with the most beautiful brown eyes you’ve ever seen. You take him in. His hazel eyes, his brown hair that’s slightly dishevelled from the helmet and the light facial hair he has along his jaw. He was beautiful.
“Will you marry me?” Your eyes search his, and you see the sincerity in his gaze. A smile spreads over your face.
“I love you too Din. I have for a long time. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Din reaches down and his lips touch yours in a soft kiss. A moan slips past your lips and he devours it with his. Pulling back he leans his head against yours - his eyes gazing into yours. “Just repeat after me. Mhi solus tome, Mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde”
You repeat what he says word for word and then he reaches into his back pocket and places a ring of beskar into your finger. “What did we say?” Din smiles - his eyes glued to the ring, his ring, adorning your finger before looking straight at you.
“We are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors. They are mandalorian vows.”
“So we’re married now? That was easy.” He chuckles before his lips meet yours again in a heated kiss. His hands begin to roam a little and you can feel him harden against you. “Maybe we should start working on those warriors?”
A growl emanates from deep within his chest as he grabs your ass tight, pulling you close. “How long do you think we have?”
“Hmm, I’d say maybe an hour before Cara comes to find us.”
Warnings:Gambling, strip Sabacc, nudity, wagers on sex, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex
Comments: A Mandalorian sits down at your Sabacc table on Canto Bight, wanting to play for the ship you have offered up as collateral. Except you decide that you won’t play for money, you’ll play for clothes.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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It wasn’t often that you spent much time in one of the gambling dens on Canto Bight. Often the atmosphere was too much, or the table too rich, but this was interesting. When the Mandalorian had sat down at the table, several were concerned that the obvious bounty hunter had pucks on them. It was clear by the way they quickly gathered their credits and scattered to the four winds. You had been annoyed at that, seeing the potential profit you had been betting on slip through your fingers. Instead, he hadn’t got up to go after one of them or pull out a puck for anyone still seated. He pulled out a pouch of credits and tossed them down, obviously wanting to play. You raise a brow and toss down your latest hand, forfeit since so many left the table. “You’re gonna play, Mando?” You ask in disbelief.
Din tilts his helmet, glad for the visor which makes it easier for him to bluff. “I heard from others that you are betting a ship. I need one. Let’s play.” He orders, gesturing for the dealer to cut the deck. You hum, picking up your drink to take a sip, the others warily looking at each other, unsure of whether they wish to play a Mandalorian. If he loses, he could decide to kill them then and there. Once Din has his cards, he is careful to make sure they are not reflected in his visor as he eyes his hand.
Yup, you read that right, I’m writing about Mando now.
Y/N met the child first.
It was absolutely not planned.
Or maybe that what weird people with their lightsabers called Force, or fate. But she didn’t think about it at all at the time.
She had simply crossed paths with the mercenaries, the idiots had attacked her and of course she had logically defended herself. Then she’d found the kid in their ship, eating some weird concoction.
“… What are you doing here, little one ?”
It startled him, catching his attention, but he didn’t seem afraid as he turned to her with his wide eyes. Making little baby-like gurgles, he smiled before trotting towards her with outstretched arms, for her to carry him.
Which she did, after hesitating for a few seconds.
Even though she wasn’t used to children, he was too cute to resist.
Y/N was… She was.
She didn’t belong to any brotherhood, no order, being completely free and doing what she wanted. She had left her planet as soon as she could, without looking back, not wanting to think about all that anymore.
The past was dead, the future was unimportant, only the present mattered.
There might be that mark on her arm that indicated her soulmate’s name, but if Y/N never met this Din guy, that was fine.
With her ship, she travelled the galaxy to live adventures, accepting a few jobs, ranging from repair to assassination, participating in races, sometimes flying, but mostly following her own rules.
Not hurting a child was one of her rules.
But that didn’t mean she was cut out to take care of a baby. Shit, she didn’t know how to do that at all.
"… I have no idea what to do with you.“ she muttered as the little one settled against her shoulder to sleep.
Luckily, Y/N didn’t really have to wonder for long. As she finally arrived at her ship, a Mandalorian jumped on her with his blaster, ordering her to leave the child.
"Why ? Do you want to kill him ? Eat him ? Sell him ? Fuck you, I won’t let you hurt the kid !”
"… I’m his caretaker. He’s mine.“
"Caretaker like, it’s a bounty and you keep him until you get paid, or caretaker, caretaker.”
"Caretaker.“ he sighed.
"Hmm. Prove it.”
"… Grogu. Come.“
The little one reacted upon hearing the name, indicating that it was indeed his. He seemed happy to see the Mandalorian, making a small noise of happiness, but when Y/N put him down, he stayed next to her leg, lifting his head to look at her, then rubbing against it, purring.
"He seems to like you.” sneered the bounty hunter, putting away his weapon.
"Yeah. Great. What’s a kid doing with a Mandalorian ?“
"Just Mando will be fine. And he’s with me, that’s all.”
"Mando ? Seriously ? Whatever. I’m Rover.“
”… Rover ?“
"Yeah, ‘just Mando’. Because I’m wandering around. Try not to lose him again.”
After gently patting the head of the kid, Grogu, Y/N let the Mandalorian take him, with some trepidation despite everything. A big tin man who stalked people for money, that didn’t seem compatible with a baby. But he spoke gently to the child, holding him close, visibly relieved to have found him safe and sound, behaving like a father.
Besides, it was none of her business.
Y/N therefore left for her next destination without thinking too much about what had just happened.
It wasn’t until several months later, when she felt something grab her leg while she was drinking in a bar, and she tilted her head to find the child squirming happily that she remembered.
"Hey kid.“ she said, taking him to put him on her lap. "Long time no see. Where’s your da… I mean, your caretaker.”
"Grogu ! Gro… Oh. It’s you.“
"I can’t tell if you’re very bad at keeping him, or very good at losing him.”
"Haha.“ he sneered falsely under his expressionless mask. "What are you doing here, Rover ?”
"I was there before, so it’s up to me to ask, but if you really want to know, there is an interesting contract to recover an…“
"An experimental module that was stolen by the Empire. This is my contract.”
"Uh, I don’t believe it is, Mando.“
”… We could help each other.“
This was the first time Y/N worked with him.
Usually, she always worked alone, because it was easier, it brought in more money and she didn’t risk being stabbed in the back.
But with Mando, it felt natural. The Mandalorian was skilled, quick, maybe a little annoying with his creed, but loyal and protective.
As soon as they passed each other, they teamed up.
Then he offered to join his crew. Which only consisted of him and Grogu, so it wasn’t really a crew.
"My ship is bigger, I’ll pay you to maintain it and fly it, and when I go on a mission you can keep the kid and…”
"Wow ! Wait a second, I’m not a babysitter !“
"I’ll also look after him when you have things to do.”
"I never know in advance if I’ll have things to do, that’s what’s wonderful about being a wanderer !“
"You can leave whenever you want, and come back whenever you want.”
"… You’re not my boss, you don’t give me orders.“
"Only three rules, you don’t destroy my ship, if I tell you to run, you run, and the kid is always the priority.”
"Deal.“
Even though she could leave whenever she wanted, and she told herself that very often, Y/N stayed with Mando and Grogu for a very long time.
It was quite nice, a bit like having a family. A weird family. And without the kid being their child, or Mando and her being together.
She wasn’t sure what they were, if they were anything other than colleagues. Friends ? She felt weird when he touched her arm, asked her if she was okay, stood in front of her to protect her, or snickered as she played with Grogu.
But Y/N didn’t know if that meant anything, or if he was just nice because she took good care of the little one. She had no idea if he was interested in that sort of thing, with the life he led. Yes, he had a son, but it hadn’t totally been his decision, it had happened.
If he were to have a partner, it should logically be his soulmate.
Did Mandalorians have soulmates ? Was it important to them and their credo ? Mando never mentioned it.
"The kid has no name on his arm.” she noted one day, while giving him a bath.
"Not yet. And if he never has, that’s fine.“
"Do you have one ?”
"… It’s not important. Soulmates are useless. They make you weak.“
"Hmm.”
"And you ?“ he asked after a long silence. "Have you met yours ?”
"No. I’m not looking. I’m good here.“
Here, with him and the little one.
Despite his helmet, Y/N felt that he was staring at her and she did her best to ignore him by drying Grogu who continued to laugh while chasing the soap bubbles that were flying in the ship.
If he wanted to say something, he didn’t. Mando spoke little, and certainly not about feelings.
Everything was fine, until a droid attack. As the hunter fought, Y/N protected Grogu, getting shot on the arm. Thanks to the force, the child healed her almost immediately, but he also behaved strangely right after, starting to hold her hand very tightly and refusing to let go.
"I’m fine, kid. It’s fine, it’s over.”
Y/N repeated this several times, but the little one was stubborn. He didn’t leave her for days, which was unlike him. It wasn’t the first time they had fought and one of them had been hurt, he had no reason to panic more than usual.
Then, Grogu fidgeted more, refusing to eat, to sleep, throwing away his toys and even biting her finger.
"Hey !“ Mando cried grabbing him to look him in the eye. "Don’t bite, it’s bad.”
"Ma ma ma ma !“ answered Grogu, visibly annoyed.
”… What ?“
"Ma ma ma ma !” he said again turning to Y/N while fidgeting frantically.
She didn’t understand what he was trying to tell them. Mando either. Then he just said “Mama” and they froze.
No, they must have misunderstood.
Why would the kid be furious with Y/N while considering that she was his mother ? It didn’t make sense.
In any case, it had the effect of making things even more awkward than they already were between Mando and her. Which didn’t seem to please the child at all, who had even more tantrums, which didn’t prevent his father from burying himself in silence and avoiding her as much as possible.
Obviously he didn’t like the idea that we imagined that there was something between them.
Kriff, great, not hurtful at all. But after all, he didn’t want his soulmate, why would he want Y/N ?
It was probably time to leave. Return to wander. It was fun, while it lasted, to have a small clan.
"What are you doing, Cyare ?“
The question was almost coy, like the tall guy in his beskar armor standing by the ladder, watching her as she collected her things. She still had no idea what 'cyare’ meant. He started to call her that after some time and she never asked. Maybe she was scared to learn it was nothing, or worst, something like 'idiot’, 'colleague’ or 'sister’.
"I’m leaving. I took your communication codes, I’ll contact you when I have a ship. You can call me if you have a problem.”
"… If it’s because the kid is in a phase, it will pass.“
"That’s not why.”
"Ah. Alright.“
Still very shyly, which was not like him, Mando asked her on which planet she wanted him to drop her off. Then he dodged again until they landed.
Saying goodbye to Grogu was difficult.
No, it was almost impossible. The little one looked at her with big sad eyes, visibly on the verge of crying, clinging to her while continuing to call her mama.
Since he didn’t want to let her go, Mando offered to accompany her to a mechanic he knew, Peli Motto, who could provide her with transportation for a good price.
Peli seemed happy to see Grogu, who ignored her for a while, continuing to stare at Y/N, until the old woman offered him something to eat.
”… You could stay.“ Mando muttered as she surveyed the available ships.
"I can’t. It was a bad idea from the start. I work better alone.”
"I… You can come back any time, if you want, Cyare. You’ll be welcome.“
"Thank you Mando.”
"Din. My name is Din Djarin.“
Slowly, Y/N blinked, forgetting to breathe and turning to him. Despite his helmet, she sensed that he was confused by her shocked reaction.
But it was normal to react when you discovered that you had been travelling with your soulmate for several years without knowing it. Her soulmate, a Mandalorian, who said soulmates were useless according to his creed.
But that explained Grogu’s restlessness. He had seen her mark while healing her. He had recognized his father’s name, and he was tired of his two stupid parents not talking to each other.
She could have said nothing. Thank him for his name, his trust and leave.
”…I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.“
”… What ?“
"I know, your credo forbids you to be with me, don’t panic, I’m leaving.”
"My creed doesn’t… It’s notforbidden. We just have to make sure it doesn’t become a distraction, or something an enemy could use against us. I… You said you weren’t looking for yours.“
"No. I had found a Mandalorian and his son, that was enough for me.”
"Hmm. I had found a rover that was nice to my son, that was enough for me too.“
"Grogu must think we’re stupid.”
"The kid finds everyone stupid, and he takes advantage of it.“ sighed Mando, Din, his voice indicating that he was smiling under his helmet.
So tin man was her soulmate. A bounty hunter who followed a boring creed and whose face she would never see.
Also a very nice man and a good father, someone she esteemed and loved very much.
"I would kiss you but I don’t know if you’ve cleaned that thing lately.”
"…So you’re staying ?“
"Only for Grogu.”
"Hmm. You know, Mandalorians have a special way of… kissing.“
"Oh ?”
Slowly, he pressed his helmet against her forehead, the coldness of the metal making her shiver, but not being unpleasant. It was almost cute. Were the Mandalorians secretly cute ?
"But you know, if we go back to the ship, by turning off the light I could…“
"Ma ma ma maaa !”
Grogu jumped on Y/N’s leg with a huge smile. He seemed to know what both his parents had just done and he looked at them with eyes full of happiness, delighted that they had finally decided to act like idiots.
Sighing, Din hugged him, letting him pat his helmet, before turning to Y/N.
"So… You’re staying ?“ he asked again shyly, and even though she couldn’t see him, she was sure he looked like a lost and terrified puppy.
warnings:pregnancy, pregnant reader, mentions of periods, hiding a pregnancy, violence, din’s horrible baby name suggestions, reader and din are married, grogu is in the story
a/nI know many people don’t like pregnancy stories, but this is so cute. I love Din Djarin. look how cute pedro looks in that gif
summaryY/N tries her best to hide her pregnancy from Din.
Three months. You think. That was the last time you had gotten your period. You also had been gaining a bit of weight. Not enough to be noticeable, but you were so critical of everything about yourself. Your pants were not as flexible as they used to be, which pissed you off. You needed to be flexible to fight. But you knew in your gut that your fighting days were coming to an end.
The first thing that alarmed you was Grogu. About three months ago he started sticking to your side. Constantly. He would cry if you went into town without him. He would follow you to the bathroom. He insisted to be at your side always, no matter what. Showering, cooking, going out and helping Din bounty hunt. Grogu always had to be there or he would throw the worst temper tantrums Din said he’s ever seen. You had to even make a makeshift baby sling so he could be as close to you as possible. Ironically, it would make great use to you in a few months.
You accepted you were pregnant when you weren’t getting the usual symptoms you would usually get for your fourth period. You have denied it for the past three months, but when your tiny bump started to grow bigger, you had to face the truth.
Din of course had noticed a change in your behavior. You were more tired. He attributed that to the kid’s new obsession with you though. You were eating more. He didn’t mind it, but he would notice it when the food stock ran out earlier than usual. And when he was due to pick up sanitary items for you, you refused them.
“I have some left over, they were lighter these past few months.” you lied.
And the clothing. It was always cold on the ship, but wearing two sweatshirts was a bit obsessive. He wasn’t going to comment though, you were allowed to live. He wasn’t going to critique his wife over some small changes.
-
You heard rustling around the bedroom. Grogu was snoring at your hip. You then felt the coldness of your husbands spot next to you and went to investigate.
Taking Grogu with you, you checked the whole ship. The fresher, the pit, everywhere. The last place you were to check was where he kept the bounties. You were banned from entering when there was one un frozen. The guy you two picked up at the last planet seemed pretty docile though. He was only wanted for a taxing issue with an imperial general, and was pretty willing to go. You two made small talk on the way back. Seemed like a nice enough guy.
What bounty can really be that nice though?
You tapped in the code. When the doors whooshed open, you found your husband with the prisoner. Maskless, Din was trying to get the man off the top of him. He had stolen Din’s knife, and he was struggling to get him off.
You gasped and rolled Grogu on the floor, jumping into action to save him. As the man twisted his torso to face you, he got a good swipe on your hip. You swore in pain, but your distraction was enough for Din to hit him in the head with his helmet and knock the guy out cold.
He fell on top of Din, and you struggled to stand and help. “Dont!” he yelled, using all his force to push the heavy man off of himself and tend to you.
“Where did he get you- where are you hurt?” Din scrambled, searching your body with his hands. This sent you into a panic.
He can’t know yet. He can’t know yet. I’m not ready.
“I’m fine, please.” you protested, but hissed when Din found the spot on your hip. “Take your sweatshirt off, I’m going to go find some bacta” he demanded, leaving your side for only a moment.
You had to face the sad reality when you realized you had to tell him. Bacta wasn’t to be used on pregnant people.
“Din- wait.” you sighed, holding the cut through your shorts. “Y-you cant,”
“What? You need this,” he questioned, grabbing the container from the cabinet. “Don’t be difficult Y/N, I’m really not in the mood for one of your martyr moments.” “Din, no, it’s unsafe.” you whispered. “You gotta speak up Y/N,” he said, shaking the can to spray in your face. You panicked and slapped the can out of his hand across the room.
Din looked at you, pissed. “The hell was that for?”
“You can’t use that on me.” you finally said.
“Why?”
You took a deep sigh.
“I think I’m pregnant.”
His eyebrows rose as his face went soft. His mouth opened a bit, looking at you with a haze. A slight smile came to the corner of his lips as he knelt down beside you.
“Your joking,”
You pulled off your sweatshirt to reveal your cropped shirt under it. Din saw the small formation of a bump and gasped. “No,” he said in astonishment, reaching out for it. “C-can I touch it?” he asked. You smiled and nodded. His hand touched your stomach and he let out a tiny whimper. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked, breaking his gaze from your stomach to your eyes. His eyes were glossy with a tear threatening to fall.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, remembering the unconscious man behind the two of you. He began to drag his body to the freezer. “I didn’t know you’d react like this,” you chuckled, rubbing the area around your wound.
“Grogu!” Din yelled, catching the attention of the small creature. He had found the can of bacta and was playing with the safety seel on it. “Heal your mother,” he asked. Grogu waddled over to you. He let out an excited giggle when he finally saw your stomach out in the open. You had finally revealed the secret he had known for months. He placed one hand on the cut and one on the stomach, healing your wound. You scooped him off the floor and followed Din into the freezer. You heard the satisfying whirr and your husband throwing his body into storage.
Din then ran up behind you, scooping you up bridal style. “I am over the moons happy Y/N.” he said, looking down at Grogu in your lap.
Simple engine worker from Tatooine. Lived there your whole life, never have been off planet. You had never heard much of the force before. Only hushed whispers when you were a kid. But all of that would change when you met Din Djarin. To be quite honest, he had never heard of it either. Din had heard rumors of it growing up, but brushed it off as lore. He never truly believed in it until he met Grogu. And until Grogu met you.
It all started on a hot day in Mos Eisley. The hangar had been bare all day, only a maintenance worker stopped in the morning to buy some parts. Your hands ached for something to do. Your mind craved a challenge. When you heard the whirr of a damaged ship in the distance, you almost jumped for joy.
“Finally,” you muttered to yourself, shoving up your sleeves and adjusting your hair in it’s knot. Peli peaked her head out of her office. “You got it?” she yelled. “Maybe,” you yelled back, cracking your neck. Peli cringed at the noise and got back to her work.
When you saw the Razor Crest begin to land, your eyes widened. “Peli!” you yelled, motioning for her to come look. The odd feeling in your stomach began to arise. “You alright?” Peli asked, noticing the odd look on your face. You shook your head and brushed her off, patiently waiting for the ship’s owner to emerge.
The hatch hissed open and out emerged a man covered in silver. His armor seemed expensive, almost too expensive to be on Tatooine. “What can I do for you today?” you asked, approaching the being with your tablet and some of your droids.
“No droids,” it said with a booming masculine voice. Taken a bit back, you shooed the droids out of your sight. “My ship needs fixing,” he said, monotone. “Really?” you asked sarcastically.
You could feel his eyes staring at you through the mask. “How much is this going to cost and how long?” he asked, crossing his arms. You put some data into your tablet. “Possibly overnight. Probably run you about 950 credits.”
“Any way you could fix it faster for more credits?”
As he said that, the feeling in your gut started to run through your veins. You felt something familiar yet so foreign. Just then, a little green thing started to tumble down the opened hatch.
“I told you to stay in!” the man yelled, catching this thing in his arms. It just babbled at him, touching his helmet with his tiny green hands. “Is Peli here?” the man asked, setting the thing on the ground. You went to go retrieve Peli from her office. The second you left, the thing starting sobbing. You cringed at it, knocking on her door. As you began to knock, the door flew open and Peli burst out. “Baby!” she yelled, opening her arms and quickly scooping up the thing.
“Mando! It’s so great to have you back. I see you’ve met my new apprentice, Y/N.”
You straightened your posture and smiled. This was the Mando Peli had been telling you about.
“Oh, the sweetest guy came around a few weeks ago. Had a little baby creature, cutest thing. You should meet him, his armor is so handsome.” Peli’s voice rang through your head.
“Nice to meet you.” you said, feeling the heat in your cheeks rise. Peli was right, his armor was handsome.
While Peli and Mando talked about the ship, you were left to babysit the thing.
You sat on the sand floor, playing with certain safe parts with him. “Do you want the blue or the red tube?” you asked it. It cooed at you, extending his hand and making the red tube float towards him. Staring and stunned, you were shocked.
“Peli! Is this thing magic or something?” you yelled, peeking your head behind the crates. “Magic?” Peli yelled back, confused. You heard Mando sigh and make his way quickly over to you.
“He did it?” he asked eagerly, getting down on his knees next to it. “If it means making the red tube float out of my hands into his, then yes.”
Mando stared at you blankly. You could feel it. “D-do you possibly have… the force?” he asked awkwardly. You tipped your head, confused. “What do you mean?” you asked. “She ain’t got the force,” Peli laughed, leaning up against the crates. “Thing’s a myth anyways. Nobody can really move things with their mind.”
You and Mando stared at each other, then the child. He grabbed the blue tube and a green tube and held them in his hands. “Grogu,”
The thing perked up when he said that.
“Take one. Blue or green.” he said, holding up both options in his hands. Grogu stared at him confused for a while, and then wandered into your lap. “See, he won’t do it for me.” Mando sighed, sitting down on his legs.
“Let me try,” you asked, taking the colored tubes from him.
“Grogu,” you said, feeling like it was his name. Again, he perked up. “Blue or green,”
He stared at them for a bit, then reached for the Blue. You, Mando, and Peli all watched the small blue tube fly in the air into the tiny being’s grasps.
“Stars,” Peli said, taken aback. “Yes! Good Grogu!” Mando said, scooping up the child and congratulating him.
“Why is it only with her though? I know why. She’s pretty, isn’t she Grogu?” Peli said, laughing as the child cooed. You blushed, cursing Peli in your mind. “She might be force sensitive.” Mando said. “Force sensitive?” you asked.
“The Jedi who helped me with Grogu told me about it. A half force sort of thing. Do you have a history of Jedi’s in your family?”
When he said that, your heart dropped.
As a child, you had always heard your parents whisper about your dad’s side of the family. The phrase Jedi was thrown around a lot, but was never clarified to you. Suddenly it all made sense. Why your uncle went into exile and was killed. Why nobody ever spoke of your grandfather.
The night went on and you were gathering your things to leave. Peli had decided to stay overnight to help Mando with his ship. As you were grabbing your credits for the day, you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“I saw your work on a speeder last time I was here. It was impressive,” Mando said. You jumped a bit and awkwardly smiled. “Oh, well thank you.” you said, trying to move past him. “You are a very talented worker.” he added. “Thank you,” you repeated yourself. Mando sighed.
“You ever consider moving past here?” he asked. “Past here in what sense?” you asked back. “The kid seems to like you. Your the only one who can get him to do his tricks. You can do good work. My ship almost constantly needs work,” “Are you asking me to work for you?” you asked, setting your bag down on the table. “Peli was okay with it. She is worried for you.” “Worried in what sense?” you laughed. “You don’t get out much, apparently.” Mando replied. You were taken aback a bit. “Ouch,” you chuckled, again cursing Peli in your mind. “I can’t offer many credits but I can offer a place to stay, food, and a fresher. All free.”
“I’ll think about it,” you said, grabbing your bag back and slinging it on your arm. “I would like you to come to your decision before I leave tomorrow.” he asked. “Thank you, Mando.” you said, smiling at him from the door. “Din works,” You looked at him confused. “My name- it’s Din.”
Sitting in your small hut, you contemplated the offer. You’ve never been off planet. Sure, you made a fine life working for Peli but you craved something more. Adventure you had never had in your life before. Din could offer that.
He seemed eager to help his kid. You were apparently the only one that could make him use his tricks- or his power. The final straw was your hut. It was barely large enough for you to even lay down in.
“Shit,” you sighed, moving over in your uncomfortable hut. You knew it would be your last night sleeping in it.
In the morning you gathered all your small belongings. A necklace belonging to your sister, your whole closet (consisting of about 5 pieces in total), and your credits. You locked the hut, leaving your keys and a letter for your landlord. You made the walk back to Peli’s hangar for the last time.
You found Din asleep. At least you thought he was. He was sitting up against the Razor Crest with the sleeping baby in his arms. You were about to clank your stuff on the ground when he rose a finger to where his lips would be.
“Okay,” you said, sitting down next to him. “Okay what?” he asked back. You could hear a yawn erupt from under his mask. “I’ll do it. Count me in.”
The first few weeks on the ship were nerve wracking. Adjusting to Din’s schedule was hard. What he failed to mention when you agreed to begin working for him is that he was a bounty hunter. A goddamn bounty hunter. You kept your mouth shut. You weren’t too keen about his lifestyle, but the credits he gave you were better than he promised.
On the other hand, you had a new best friend. Grogu as you came to learn was Din’s foundling. Din explained most of the Mandalorian Creed to you one night in the middle of a meteor storm. When Grogu would act up, he would mostly only listen to you. The odd sensation of just knowing when something was wrong proved you to be force sensitive.
You and Din were sitting in the cockpit in silence. Grogu was in bed and had been for a while. You were busy watching the stars pass. Even though he kept it to himself, Din found your awe at the galaxy adorable. Suddenly, the feeling in your gut erupted again. Almost knocking your datapad off your lap, you opened the hatch to find Grogu in the kitchen.
He had an onion in his hand about to take a bite. “Put it down.” you said sternly. He turned to look at you, slowly moving the thing to his mouth. You snatched it out of his hand and scooped him up. “No onions. Especially after bed,” you smiled, booping him on the nose as Din watched you two from the pit. He kept internally denying it over and over again. Peli was right about what she said the night he helped her fix his ship.
“She’s a good catch, even a great one. Sweet girl. Always works hard. Very loving. I dunno Mando, I’d watch out for that one. It’s hard to let go once you get attached. I’ve seen too many boys in this dang town swoon over her. Hell, I gotta keep the droids on watch almost constantly!”
You were making dinner. Din was out searching for a bounty as you and Grogu stayed on the ship. He was bound to be back soon, within the hour. The energy between you and Grogu was floating about. He was very hungry, and was angry that his father wasn’t home yet.
He’ll be home soon. I promise. you said to him. No, well, flowed to him. You two didn’t have to say much. He always got what you were thinking, and vice versa.
Frog Grogu communicated back.
“Yes, I know sweet thing. It’s almost done I promise.”
Just as you said that the hatch of the crest whirred open.
You tried to hold back laughter as you set eyes on Din. He was covered with moss and some sort of forign fluid.
“Don’t ask.” he grunted, closing the door to the fresher. You looked at Grogu and together had a small laugh.
Dinner was silent. You ate with Grogu as Din sat and watched the two of you.
What happened? Grogu communicated to you. Making eye contact with him you shrugged.
Beats me. Probably tripped over all that heavy armor and landed face first in a mud pile. You said back to him.
Grogu laughed.
Din sighed, moving his helmet back and forth looking at the two of you.
“Don’t be talking shit. I didn’t hire her to gossip with you, Grogu. Eat your food.” Din said sternly, staring into your eyes. You couldn’t see his, but you knew he was unhappy.
Your smile began to widen as you and Grogu made eye contact. A feeling of giddiness played between you two. The tension rose enough to make you laugh so hardy you choked on your drink.
Din let out a loud sigh. He picked his food up from the table and made his way towards his chambers.
“Oh, come on!” you called after him. “I’m not gonna eat with people who are talking shit about me!” he yelled back.
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summary:you feel you need to leave, but din doesn’t want you to.
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warnings?: angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, not proofread
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“Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you, meshla,” Din cooed at you from his position on his knees.
