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tryingmybestpls · 4 years

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She (See You Again Pt. 2)

Pairing: The Mandalorian x fem!Reader

Summary: Sequel to See You Again. Reader gets comforted by the Mandalorian, causing some feelings to rise to the surface.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mentions of child death, mentions of violence and torture

A/N: I feel like this is shitty but I also don’t if that makes sense? I don’t know I feel very meh about this whole thing.

Part 1 is right here

Y/N wished she could forget the way they looked when she had found them, but that image would be burned into her mind forever. Luna was hidden behind her father, clutching the stuffed nerf toy that Y/N had bought after her first day as bounty hunter in the Guild. Her sweet little girl that wouldn't hurt a bug and that made friends with everyone had spent her final moments in fear. Her father had died protecting her, his blaster still clutched in his hand. Arn was a good father, a great father until the end.

Y/N had took her time, carefully wrapping the bodies in extra sheets. Tears streamed down her face as she dug two deep holes under one of the few trees on the property. It was Luna's favorite place on the entire planet. Every time Y/N would come home, she would sit with Luna underneath that tree and tell her about everything and anything the little girl wanted to know as the sunlight streamed through the branches, warming them. Luna would curl up up into her mother's side, holding onto one of her toys, listening closely. Sometimes they'd be woken up by Arn an hour or two later, when the sun was setting. It was times like this that the outside world faded away and the only people in the galaxy was Luna, Arn, and Y/N.

When Y/N first held Luna in her arms, she'd knew that she would do anything for her little girl. Y/N loved her child with every fiber of her being, more than she though would be entirely possible. That's why she didn't mind taking up bounty hunting. Y/N needed to make good money for her little girl and bounty hunting was a steady profession (if you were good at it like Mando or Y/N). Of course she wished she could be there for every single little moment, but Y/N was okay with missing that (well not entirely) if that meant she was able to give Luna everything. The last thing Y/N would be able to do for her sweet little girl would be burying her in her favorite spot, underneath that big deal, next to her father.

The bounty hunter waited until they were both buried before she made her way into town on a speeder. Y/N was armed to her teeth, completely full of rage. Those bastards were going to pay to what they did her baby, to Arn.

And they did.

Every single imp that had wished they had died in the war or wished they were locked away fro life. She was merciless as she cut through the battalion of stormtroopers, her rage and grief fueling the mess she was creating. The village was littered with bodies, their helmets smashed in and blaster holes in their armor. The war lord that had orchestrated the whole thing was hiding when Y/N burst through his door, cowering in fear of the woman painted in blood. The man had begged and pleaded for mercy, but it all fell on deaf ears. Torture was never her thing when she had worked for the Guild, but this situation was different. She had wanted to make him feel like she feeling in that moment.

So Y/N carved his heart out of his chest with a vibroblade.

After that, the rage had dissipated, leaving behind this hollow feeling in her chest. The villagers wandered out from where ever they were hiding, looking for the new Republic soldiers that must of helped them out, but only found Y/N. The bounty hunter let them take care of the mess, the villagers's gratitude falling on deaf ears as she left town. Y/N felt still guilty over the whole situation. She knew that if she been there, none of this would have happened. She felt like there was no reason for her to continue her profession since the only reason for her to be in that line of work was gone. So she sent the message to Greef Karga, let him know that she was leaving it all behind, but gave him the coordinates for emergencies.

It had been two cycles since then, two cycles since her little private life had been ripped out of her grasp, since her little ray of moonlight had been ripped away from her. Now she was sitting on the little couch in the home that was never truly hers, a cup of warm tea in her hands. The Mandalorian had retired to the bedroom and the Child was sleeping in his cradle. The house was too quiet and Y/N couldn't stand it. She stood, grabbing the threadbare blanket that rested on one of the chairs in the room and then grabbed a flashlight before walking outside.

It was a warm summer night, the hum of insects filled the air. Earlier, Y/N and the Child had been playing, enjoying the weather. The mood had shifted now it was just her out here, making her way towards the tree. This wasn't the first time she's done this, going to the tree in the middle of the night. Sometimes Y/N just gets too restless, too lonely. She just wants to feel close to her daughter.

Y/N spreads the blanket out on the ground, right next to the unmarked graves. She lays down on top of it, looking up to see the moon through the branches and leaves. Being out here, under the moon brought her some sort of comfort. Inside, everything reminded her of the two people she lost. Y/N couldn't even inhale without a wave of hurt crashing over her sometimes. Out here, she could pretend that everything was okay.

The Mandalorian was about to drift off when he heard the front door open and shut softly. The noise made him sit up in the bed, his head turning towards the window. The bounty hunter stood and walked over to it. He opened the curtain slightly, hiding his bare face as he looked out the window. He could see a beam of light coming from a flashlight aimed towards a tree. Mando could see glimpses of Y/N as she moved around before the flashlight shut off.

He let go of the curtain, moving back to sit on the bed. Some part of him told the bounty hunter to go out there and make sure his friend was okay, but the other part of him told him to let her be. Y/N most likely needed some time to herself, after all she had been only focused on him and the Child for the past week. Mando felt bad that they have invaded her life in such a way, especially with what he knew now. He couldn't comprehend how she was just okay with him and the kid being in her sacred place. He didn't even like other people on the Razor Crest.

The Mandalorian wiped a hand over his face as he mulled over his thoughts. He still was incredibly confused about what he had learned earlier in the week and even more confused by his feelings about the situation. The bounty hunter had started to look at his friend in a completely different light and it was hard to act like everything was okay with this new information weighing heavily on his shoulders. The entire time he had known her, she had a child, a family. A little girl that Y/N had skillfully hid away, in hopes that she'd be safe from the worst in the Galaxy. Mando didn't understand how she was able to carry on, able to keep going after something like that.

He sighed, grabbing his boots from beside the bed. Y/N has been feeding him and the Child, caring for them, and letting them use her home. The least the Mandalorian could do is to make sure his friend was okay. He stood up and put his beskar helmet on. There was no reason to darn all of his armor if he was just going to go outside to possibly comfort her. Mando tried his best to be silent as he left the bedroom and moved through the small home before he slipped out the front door.

The incessant buzz of the insects greeted him as the Mandalorian walked outside. He kept his visor on the woman laying underneath the tree as he made his way towards her. It didn't take him long to reach Y/N. She didn't even glance at him and surely didn't pay him any attention as he slowly sank to sit down beside her. One arm was tucked behind her head while the other rested on her stomach.

"You didn't have to come out here you know." She announces, still keeping her eyes on the sky above. The Mandalorian nodded, shifting so he could find a more comfortable spot. He’s laid on worse, at least there’s a blanket to slightly soften the ground.

"I know." He responds, trying to figure out what to say. Y/N glances towards him before looking back up at night sky, sighing softly.

"Mando, can you please lay down? I came out here to calm down and I can't if you're as stiff as a statue." She tells him, her voice as calm and even as ever. Mando nods his head and does as she asks, laying down on the blanket beside her. He feels like he should say something to her, but he's a Mandalorian. They don't talk about their feelings.

"It's a nice....tree." The words are incredibly awkward as they go through the modulator in his helmet. Mando immediately regrets even coming outside, calling himself every name in the book. Y/N cracks a small smile, a soft chuckle slipping out.

"It is. It was her favorite place." Her voice trails off towards the end, the smile on her face falling. The Mandalorian's eyes widen slightly under the helmet, once again feeling that he is intruding on something special, something way too intimate.

"What-What were they like?" He questions, not knowing why he is asking. Y/N stays silents for a moment and Mando wants to take those words back, wanting to shove them way down.

"His name was Arn. He was extremely kind and nice-a shitty pilot though." That smile appeared on her face again, humor filling her voice, "Arn was handsome and funny and he was the only one in my battalion that was the same age as me. That's why we had an...arrangement. When I found out I was with child, he wanted to marry me-make the whole thing legit. The war was over and things looked nice for once."

"You didn't want to marry him?" The Mandalorian is genuinely curious as he tries his best to remember the man from the hologram she had showed him. He was handsome, from what he could remember. Y/N sighs, shaking her head.

"No. I loved Arn, but not in the way he wanted me to. He was upset, but there wasn't much that I could do. I still wanted him in Luna's life, so we made a deal. He'd take care of her and I'd provide for the family. Arn was much better at emotions than I was." She explains, Mando watching her the whole time. Y/N turns her head, looking at something he can't see beside her as she continues, "That's what I thought before I had Luna though. When I looked at her-Maker, everything changed."

The Mandalorian stays silent as she takes in a shaky breath. Through his visor, he could see that she shut her eyes.

"She was the sweetest little girl in the entire galaxy. When we went into the village, she had to greet every person she saw. When I'd come home, Luna would always want to sleep right next to me- she just needed to be right next to me all of the time. And I loved it so much. I loved having her so close to me. I was looking forward to it when I last came home and-" Y/N's voice breaks and her eyes open. Her throat is closing up, that oh so familiar pain setting in as she desperately tries blink away the tears in her eyes. Her hand slips off of her stomach, resting beside her on the blanket.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Mando doesn't know exactly what to say. He's at a loss for words and he is trying to figure out how he is suppose to console his friend. It's not that he usually doesn't feel empathy, but right now his heart is aching and he just wants to help her.

"The first time you came with the Child...it hurt. I mean there is other children i the village, but seeing you with that little green baby? It felt the Galaxy was mocking me. Like everyone but me is allowed that happiness, is allowed a family." There's no bitterness in her words as she forces them out, a stray tear rolling down her temple. The bounty hunter stops breathing for a moment, guilt suddenly filling him. He never thought about that, even after she had told him about her secret life. The Mandalorian felt like shit for coming here and hiding out with the Child, unintentionally worsening her pain. He turns his helmet towards her fully. Mando doesn't really know why his hand reaches out and rests on top of hers, but it does. Y/N stiffens for a moment before easing up slightly, her hand moving slightly so she's holding his. This is new territory for both of them and neither of them know how to feel about it. All they know is that they don't hate it.

"I wish-I wish you would've told me. I never want to hurt you, unintentionally or not." He tells her and for the first time tonight, Y/N turns her head to look at him.

"We weren't close like that, Mando. We didn't share emotions with each other." She replies and the man beside her sighs in response.

"I know. Are you-Is it okay now?" The Mandalorian asks and Y/N gives him a small smile.

"I would've made it clear if it wasn't, Mando. I lo-I enjoy having the two of you around. And besides, it's good seeing you so happy." She tells him and the bounty hunter doesn't really understand why his stomach twists in knots or why his face is suddenly feeling hot under the helmet. Y/N looks back up at the sky as she says, "You're a good dad, you know."

"How do I know? How can I tell if I am doing it right?" It's a moment of weakness, she notes. While he may be holding her hand, it's the Mandalorian's questions that catches her completely off guard. It's out of character for him, but Y/N isn't about to let them hang in the air.

"You won't be able to tell. There's going to be days where you feel like you're the worst parent in the Galaxy, but trust me when I tell you that you aren't. That kid is lucky to have you and you're lucky to have him." She replies, her words settling over him like a wool blanket, warming him from the outside in. The Mandalorian swallows hard.

"He really likes you, you know. I have never seen him take to someone so easily." He starts, looking up at the moon through the branches, "My offer still stands."

"Do you act this way toward Greef? Or do I get special treatment?" Y/N teases, desperately wanting to lighten the conversation, “You’re getting awfully soft on me, Mandolorian.”

“Don’t go telling everyone.” He retorts and Y/N is once again surprised at his attempt at humor. Mando didn’t know how much he wanted her to be happy until he hears a soft laugh escape her mouth. He glances down to their still intertwined hands, a thousand thoughts filling his beskar covered head. Her eyes feel heavy, her emotions having worn her out. Y/N shifts on the blanket, moving a little closer to her partner. The Mandalorian is drawn out of his thoughts when her shoulder touches his. He’s about to move, sitting up slightly, to give her more room when she holds onto his hand a little tighter, making him stop.

“Stay. Please.” Y/N voice is soft as she looks at back at him. Mando looks back at her, trying to quickly decide in his mind. Worry was now etching into her face, her mouth opening so she could try to take back her words. Instead of letting her speak, Mando lays back down, arms pressed against each other. His heart is beating fast and Maker, it has to be loud enough that she can hear it.

Multiple emotions are swarming through the Mandalorian’s head. For one, he was still worried about Y/N, worried about what might happened if she stays here all by herself. Another part of him was sort of happy that Y/N was letting him and the Child stay here, more than enjoying how she took care of them. The bounty hunter was also confused on how he felt about how their hands entangled together and how close they were right now. Those feelings he is sure that he has never before. It something that is making him more at ease than he has ever felt in his entire life. He isn’t quite sure why these feelings are suddenly arisen now-especially since they’ve worked together on multiple bounties-but when it comes to Y/N there isn’t much he was sure of anymore.

The Mandalorian glances down at the woman who is now resting her head on his shoulder. She’s fast asleep, the worried look on her face having melted away. He would most likely never say it aloud, but there’s a word on the tip of his tongue that. Kandosii’la. Mando was sure that he could call her that and Y/N would never know what he was saying. Only he’d know. That’s when it hit the bounty hunter-a word for how he felt about the woman against him suddenly appeared in his mind. A word that made his stomach twist in a dozen different knots.

Guuror.

Mandalorian Translations

Guuror- to be fond of

Kandosii’la- stunning

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