#littleonefic

[mandalorian-writings]

Little One- Prologue

Prologue- The Foundling

Warnings: None

Word Count: 988

Summary: While going about your normal day of selling herbs and navigation through the market, you stumble upon a child. Or rather, the child stumbles upon you.

A/N: fun fact: this is my first fic ever! This was kind of short because it’s the prologue but the other chapters will be much longer. Hope you enjoy it!!!

Little One Masterlist

Vycinyth was by far, the closest thing you had to a home. In fact, it was one of the only planets that you had been able to remain on for more than a few months in the past years that you had been on the run.

Everyday you follow a similar routine with little to no disruptions, you would wake up to the slight thrum of conversations and movements of tourism, with light seeping through the curtained window of your room. You change into your typical daytime clothing of a mid length and lightly tan dress with patterned upper sleeves and a sienna surcoat that is elegantly fastened to your waist by a sleek but broad utility belt. After changing and freshening up, you would leave home for the market.

Luckily the past week had led to a successful crop of medicinal herbs. A good enough crop that would allow you spare pocket change, which is always welcome. And so, after gathering the needed herbs that you had left to be dehydrated accordingly overnight and fastening your lightsaber delicately underneath your surcoat, you shut your home and set off on the short trek to the market.

Although it wasn’t necessary for you to stow your lightsaber with you, you had never left home without it. The simple presence of it against your abdomen provided a comfort that your compacted staff or a simple blaster could never replicate. The Force provided a comfort similar to it, but it was far too encompassing to completely ease your mind. Years of running, of carnage, and fear had drastically altered your mind. And although the fall of the Galactic Empire had helped at first, the Imperial Loyalists, and the occasional bounty hunters they sent out, had quickly ended what you had thought to be a state of peace.

Your boots gripped the smoothed roads of the market center as you swayed through the crowds of tourists and merchant stalls. It was as bustling as ever, with colored and textured fabrics that swung lazily in the breeze above the walkways. You passed by the regular Twi’lek women who sold rich fabrics to wealthy visitors, and the few Kiffar vendors who were selling their typical Jogan fruit baked goods. The business of the crowd made it slightly more difficult than normal to navigate through the plaza but you found yourself right where you needed to be, the Herbalist Facility. After selling the entirety of your crop, your pouch of credits was now significantly heavier than it had been before.

Stepping out of the door, you set out to a local stall for a late breakfast of Purlah soup and a Blap biscuit. The stall was simple but elegant, the Naboo family that ran it had lain fabrics from the homeworld to cover the stall instead of the provided fabrics that covered the tops of the market. You settled into one of the smaller tables and patiently waited. You allowed yourself to drift off into your subconscious. You had nearly lost yourself in thought until you felt a shift. It wasn’t one that was vicious, but it was enough to startle you.

You shifted your eyes curiously through the market. Someone else was here. You felt them coming closer. And at that thought, you felt a small tug and a coo sound from the ground near the edge of your dress. A small child stood at your feet, giggling when you cocked your head in confusion. This was definitely the one you sensed. He babbled impatiently at you, raising its arms to be lifted up.

“Hey, little guy.” You said, carefully hoisting the child up to sit next to you. He babbled happily and tugged on your surcoat. You smiled as you watched him gaze around, cooing at what seemed to interest him. You inspected him more closely. He was a species you had never seen before, with two large cone shaped ears, large dark eyes and slightly wrinkled green skin. The Child was wearing what seemed to be a layer or two of tan robes that wrapped around his body like a blanket.

“Here you go, Miss Anapai.” A member of the family set down the stew and biscuit on the table. You thanked her as she walked back towards the kitchens. The food in front of you immediately had the attention of the Child as he peeked his head as far as he could over the table. “Hungry?” You asked, picking up the bowl of soup and placing it in the hands of the little one. You ate the biscuit as the Child quickly slurped the soup until there was none left. You took a napkin and wiped the sides of his mouth, he giggled haughtily while you did so kicking his feet.

A shine of light hit your eye, jarring you slightly. Setting down the napkin, you shifted the robes slightly around the child’s neck, finding a cord hanging from his shoulders. Allowing the little one to tug your index finger into his grasp, you gently tugged the cord until a pendant laid in your palm. You ran your thumb over the creature on the front of it. It was eerily familiar, a long-faced skull with two large curled tusks. As the child babbled you combed your memory, the name on the tip of your tongue until a single name sung from the back of your mind. Mythosaur. Your eyes widened, lips parting slightly in surprise. You tucked the pendant back into the robes of the Child, hoisting him into your arms.

A Mythosaur was not common and a Mythosaur pendant was even less so. You waved goodbye to the servers and cooks, turning to look at the child after. “Well,” You started. “let’s find your clan.” You adjusted him to your side, and as you began to sway through the crowd once again, you now looked for a new being. A Mandalorian.

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Little One- Chapter Four

Chapter Four- Change

Warnings: Discussion of violence and mention of blood/injury

Word Count: 1,327

Summary: With Mando a few  paces near you, injuries in tow, you face the prospect of telling him something you had never wanted him to know.

A/N: google docs is an annoying bastard.

Little One Masterlist

You turned briskly, now facing the Mandalorian a few paces behind you. He looked exhausted. With the way that he was standing, and now walking, it seemed he was injured.

It took you a second to snap out of it, and in that time you quickly moved to aid him, lightly putting one of his arms over your shoulder to help him to the ship.

“What was that?” He asked through labored breaths as you practically lugged him up the ramp, this time being sure to securely shut the hatch behind you.

“I don’t think it’s the time for questions, Mando.” You huffed, helping him settle down onto the floor. You stood once he was stable and grabbed the med pack. “You’re injured.”

“I can do it myself.” He insisted. You kneeled down next to him, opening the med pack and grabbing an assortment of medical supplies you knew he needed.

“You can’t cauterize every wound you have.” You replied, unrolling a few bandages.

“I’m not going to let you help me until you tell me what happened back there.” He huffed. You stopped for a few moments to watch him cautiously.

“How about I tell you while I fix you up.” You argued, looking over his body for any obvious signs of injury. The only thing you could see were various cuts that had sliced through his clothing, they differed in sizes but for the most part needed bacta spray at least.

“Is it alright if I cut this tunic?” You asked, looking at him for permission. As soon as he nodded, you reached for the laser scissors that were kept in the med pack. Activating them, you started off with a measurable cut on his inner forearm, carefully slicing the fabric just enough to expose the area around the gash.

“Well?” He pressed. You set down the scissors, sighing lightly and picking up a bacta patch while you collected your thoughts.

“The weapon that I used, and currently have on me, is called a lightsaber.” You gently rubbed an antiseptic around the gash. “Have you heard of it?”

As Mando thought, you put down the antiseptic and unwrap the bacta patch in your hand. “I have.” He finally stated. “But from what I have heard they are the weapon of an enemy.”

“You mean the Jedi.” You carefully placed the bacta patch on the wound and smoothed it gently.

“Yes, the Jetii.” You moved along towards another wound, repeating the process like machinery.

“Well luckily for you, I am no Jedi.” You said impassively, you grabbed a couple of bacta patches this time, sorting through them to find the most suitable for the wound.

“But you wield the same weapon.” He responds, his voice still gruff.

“Well,” You finish smoothing the bacta patch and move to another cut. “Think of it like this; someone can wear beskar and still not be a Mandalorian, right? Even if they use it for similar purposes.” This comparison seemed to make him think. You took the few beats of silence to re-examine him. There were now only small cuts left, none that demanded bacta patches but at least bacta spray.

“A lightsaber is a weapon that is associated with the Jedi but it is used by all force users who are fortunate enough to be given the opportunity to construct or stumble upon their own.” You reach over once again to the med pack, now grabbing the bacta spray.

“I’ve never seen it before.” He says, more relaxed and watching you spray over his smaller cuts. “I’ve never seen you use it before.” He clarifies.

“It’s too flashy,” You close up the bacta spray, looking over your handiwork. “I only use it when I have to.”

He definitely looked better now, though the way that he was walking earlier probably meant that something else was going on.

“Where else are you hurt?” You asked, looking back up at his visor. He took a few moments before answering.

“One of the bounty hunters lodged a knife in my leg.” He stated simply and when you looked at him in disbelief, he continued. “Not too deep, but deep enough.”

“Where?” You shifted so that you were closer to his legs.

“Left, on the upper thigh.” You looked down and sure enough, there was a sharp puncture in the stained cloth. You grabbed the scissors, which were now becoming almost too comfortable to hold, and cut above and below the puncture.

“I believe it’s deeper than you think.” You said, almost cringing at how deep it looked. “No wonder you were having trouble walking.” He grunted in response.

You took a deep sigh looking back at the supplies. You could use the synth flesh and bacta, which would work well enough. Thoughts clustered in your mind, all ideas and theories on what would be the time efficient but also helpful to your companion.

“I have an idea.” You said, resituating yourself briefly before looking back up at him with a comforting smile.

“What is it?” He asked, lightly attempting to relax.

“You’ll see.” You placed one of your hands below the incision and the other above it, closing your eyes in focus.

“What are you-” You cut him off with a light glare and a tilt of your head before closing your eyes and refocusing.

Energy flowed through your hands as the force ran through your body. You willed it to the injury, allowing it to course to the deepest part of the wound and slowly, but surely, reconnect the tissue.

You opened your eyes to see that the wound was completely healed. You removed your hands and glanced back up at Mando, who seemed to be baffled by what he had just experienced.

“Anything else?” He shook his head, now running two fingers over his skin. You gave him a small smile and quickly reorganized the med pack beside you, Mando stood as you were doing so and climbed back into the upper level of the ship.

Once you were finished, you entered the cockpit yourself. Mando had already changed into new underclothes, he wordlessly beckoned you to sit down as he prepped the ship for take off. You sat in your seat across from the child, who was miraculously still napping soundlessly.

As the Razor Crest quickly lifted into the sky, leaving the snowy plains behind, the familiar view of space filled your vision. The black of space and the flimsy glare of the stars greeted you.

After a few moments of guiding the ship out of the system, Mando reached over to the control  panel, swiping absentmindedly through what seemed to be the surrounding systems and their planets.

He noticed you watching from beside him and cleared his throat before speaking.

“We have to find somewhere to lay low.” He said, still switching through the planets and their backgrounds. “Needs to be somewhere quiet, not many people.”

You nodded, thinking, before shifting slightly in your seat.

“What about Sorgan?” You suggested. “There’s barely any people, I think it’d be perfect.”

He hummed in response, pulling up the planet on his navigator, and silently read the limited information that popped up on the screen.

“Seems like a real backwater scughole.” He commented under his breath. You laughed and looked at him, clearly amused. He gazed at you in clear confusion.

“It’s my home planet.” You grinned as he immediately stiffened, chuckling even more when he awkwardly attempted to apologize.

“It’s fine, really.” You ushered. “It’s a pretty accurate description of it.” Mando sat back into his seat, turning to you slightly.

“Will anyone recognize you?” He asked, though he did so with an air of caution.

“No.”

You caught onto the question that laid between the lines of his inquiry. But you chose to not mention it

Thankfully, Mando pressed no further and effortlessly entered Sorgan into the navigation computer, moving to face the stars once again.

“To Sorgan, then.”

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[mandalorian-writings]

Little One Masterlist

Prologue- The Foundling 

Chapter One- The Meeting

Chapter Two- The Aid

Chapter Three- The Brawl

[mandalorian-writings]

Little One- Chapter Three

Chapter Three- The Brawl

Warnings: Some violence, not much.

Word Count: 1,644

Summary: A new planet brings about many new things. And new things bring about new challenges, for everyone.

A/N: Sorry this is up late, I had to spend a little time planning out future chapters and thinking about where I want this fic to go, I really hope you enjoy it! There will be another update this weekend :)

Little One Masterlist

The three of you hopped from planet to planet, usually spending as much time in space as you could before landing somewhere so Mando could get a job or two for credits. At first you had offered the credits you had stored up and kept with you, but he refused avidly.

The amount of credits that Mando made with each job was easily affected by the fact that he was no longer a part of the Guild. Although he didn’t say anything, it was obvious that he hadn’t quite adjusted to a slight dip in what he would be typically making.

Personally, you quickly reached the conclusion that even though Mando may not have been a part of the Guild, he surely deserved a better pay. He was easily one of the most professional, efficient and adept bounty hunters you had even encountered. He rarely came back to the Crest wounded. And even if he was, it wasn’t an injury that typically needed any immediate medical attention, like a couple of bruises or a small cut. He honestly got off luckily most of the time.

Unluckily for him, around the second week, his luck seemed to turn sour.

The Crest had landed on Carlac in the early morning. It was a peaceful planet, cold and snowy. The cold gradually permeated the ship until it was noticeably colder than normal. When you had initially landed, and you watched as snowflakes calmly fell from the sky above and hit the canopy of the ship, when you looked at the child it occurred to you that he probably had never seen snow before.

He cooed happily at the flakes, lifting his hands above him and curling his hands in an attempt to reach the snow above him. You smiled tenderly, he looked overjoyed, stuck in fascination of such a simple thing.

After a few moments, Mando turned and stood, leaving the cockpit and stepping down the ladder to the hull below.

You look up at the skyline for a few seconds, turning to the child shortly after. He was still in a state of awe and wonder, glee spreading across his face as you lifted him into arms. You tucked him into your side as you descended the ladder and lowered yourself into the hull.

Next to you, Mando tightened a seemingly thicker cloak into his chestplate. Grabbing his rifle from where it was leaned next to him, he clicked it onto its place on his shoulder before clicking a few commands on his vambrace. The ramp of the Crest hissed as it slowly opened, revealing the snowy landscape of the surrounding land.

“This run should only be a few hours.” He stated as you nodded, smiling slightly.

“Safe travels, Mando.” With that statement, he promptly left the Crest and ventured towards a village in the distance. You watched him for a few moments with the little one squirming slightly in your arms.

Stepping a few paces backwards into the hull, you sorted through a few of your belongings before you found a thicker jacket of your own. You placed the child down beside you as you put it on. Once you had secured your jacket, you kneeled down to the child and tightened the robes he wore so that he could be kept warmer. You smiled brightly as he cooed up at you, standing and letting him follow you off the ship.

A small crunch filled the air as you took your first step onto the planet. You turned to watch the little one who was excitedly stumbling down the ramp to reach you, getting slightly distracted by the small snowflakes landing on top of his head and ears. Once he did reach the bottom of the ramp, he took a cautious step into the unfamiliar white and let out a happy squeal.

Chuckling, you watched as he took a slight tumble into the snow, letting out a fit of giggles as he squirmed and tossed snow into the air. You bent down and scooped a small handful of snow into your hand, bringing it to your face before lightly blowing it onto the child, who rewarded your playfulness by crashing into your legs.

Overcome by the child’s joy and curiosity, you both stayed playing in the snow until the chill had reached through the robes of the little one and caused him to shiver. You cradled him and strode back into the Crest, not bothering to close the hatch.

When inside, you grabbed him a new set of robes and swiftly changed him, making sure that he was warm before wrapping him in a thick blanket. You unpacked the cooking burner and set it up on one of the many storage boxes around you. It took a few moments to light it, but soon enough you had quickly prepared Chaka noodles, putting a small serving into a bowl for the child and closing the rest into a container for both you and Mando.

The child eagerly reached for the bowl, struggling slightly to free his arms from the blanket. He titled the bowl back and slurped the broth. As he ate, you closed up the burner, repacking it and placing it in its normal storage area.

You sat across from the child as he devoured his meal, taking the bowl lightly from his hands once he had finished. You saw him yawn out of the corner of your eye as he snuggled back into the blanket, the hours of playing in the snow now hitting him full force.

Scooping him into your arms, you rocked him gently until he fell asleep. As quietly as possible, you opened the cockpit and situated him in his makeshift pram. After watching him for a few moments, you closed the cockpit to return to the bottom level of the ship.

As you shed your coat, a familiar sense of disarray flooded your senses. You placed your coat down, mind racing as your eyebrows furrowed. The sense grew inexplicably greater as the seconds passed until the sound of crunching snow reached your ears.

You immediately tensed. There were multiple, far too many to be Mando, and they were getting closer.

You spun on your heel, only to see a looming figure trekking up the ramp and into the hull through the opened hatch.

The first one to enter was a large and bulky humanoid whose face was obscured by a mask. You hadn’t moved but he quickly noticed you in his peripheral. He was only a few feet away.

“Where is it?” He hissed, turning to face you. Although he easily towered over you and, quite frankly, was much stronger than you, you refused to move an inch and met his stare.

“Unfortunately,” you stated, keeping your face as unreadable as two more hunters now stood behind the first. “I can’t say I know what you’re talking about.”

He let out a deep growl, visibly growing frustrated. “Don’t play dumb with me, little girl.” He stepped closer, now only inches away and brandishing his blaster close to your face. “This is the little Mandalorian’s ship, is it not?” It was an obvious rhetorical question and when you did not verbally respond, he continued.

“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, but he’s being taken care of as we speak and you can’t be a threat.” He paused, his smugness overtaking his entire face and body. “Soon enough, the asset you two have hidden in this ship will be ours and you will be left with nothing but a smoldering ship.” He now grinned maliciously, though it fell quickly at your response.

“Oh, really?” You cocked your head before moving quickly, grabbing the blaster in one hand and slamming your elbow into his abdomen, causing him to gasp in pain and double over.

Now with a blaster in tow, you dropped to one knee to avoid the shots fired by the others before quickly using the force to dislodge their blasters and send them cascading full force down the ramp.

The hunter in front of you recovered quickly, and swung a blade at you harshly. Dodging to the best of your ability, he missed a few swings before one caught you off guard, forcing you to use the blaster in defense. It was now rendered useless but the moment allowed you an opening to kick him harshly in chest towards the hatch. As you stepped closer, new shots were fired at you.

Outside of the Crest were the two hunters that had been on the ship accompanied by three others. They viciously opened fire, causing you to retreat back into the Crest.

The conflict of the choice you were about to make ran through your conscious. You were stuck, what else could you do?

The telltale buzz of a lightsaber and a sudden eruption of yellow filled the hull and stepped into the range of the hunters.

They halted for only a moment before they returned full force. This was no longer a concern though, as you maneuvered quickly to deflect any shots from meeting their mark. You moved with a new confidence, quickly sliding down the ramp with a new goal.

As you slid down the ramp, you sliced through the two familiar hunters, and when you hit the snow, they fell unceremoniously onto the ground. The other three continued fire, but their inability to land any of their shots and your exact movements made their ranks quickly fall until none were left.

There was a silence, hot air puffed from your mouth as you lowered your lightsaber and softened your stance.

More steps, this time familiar, came from behind you. And a call of your name caused you to hastily turn off your weapon and stow it away.

“Y/n?” A rough modulated voice carried an unspoken question.

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[mandalorian-writings]

Little One- Chapter Two

Chapter Two- The Aid

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1,606

Summary: You and the Mandalorian talk about the force and the bond you build is somehow strong enough for you to make a life changing decision.

A/N: Hi! I love you guys!!! This chapter is kinda a filler but it was still fun to write so I hope you enjoy it!

Little One Masterlist

The walk to your home was comfortably silent. Other than the few gurgles and coos of the little one, the only other sounds that filled said silence was the background noise of the crowds. Soon enough smoothed roads turned to rough brick streets and your home came into view.

Your home was simple but fitting for the environment surrounding it, with clean cut walls the color of desert sand and a sloping tile roof the color of dark cerulean. There were a few arching windows but not many, and it was smaller but not suffocating. Stepping up to your door, you put in the entry code with memorized ease and stepped to the side of the door, silently ushering in the Mandalorian who stood behind you.

It was almost comical seeing him in your home because even though the child off set his appearance, he still looked completely out of place. You processed this fact for a moment before taking off your utility belt and placing it on a side table beside you.

“This is going to take some time to explain so please, sit.” You motion slightly to the seating area a few feet past the Mandalorian. He sits in a sweeping motion, swinging the rifle from its place on his shoulder and onto the ground next to the couch. You sat down shortly after, sitting back in the chair and clasping your hands together.

“So,” you begin, looking at the Mandalorian. “Where would you like to begin?”

He said nothing for a few moments, pondering your question before he answered.

“What is it?” It was a simple question really, but one that still made you stop to think.

“Well, it is commonly called the Force. And beings like the child and I are referred to as force-sensitive.” He tilted his head slightly.

“Force-sensitive?”

“The idea behind the force is that it's an encompassing energy that flows through all beings in the universe. So, technically, the force is present in everything but not everything can access it. Which leads to the term force-sensitive as what it simply means is that a being has a clearer connection to the force and can utilize it.” He nodded though still seemed apprehensive.

“Can you prove it to me?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.

“Prove to you that I’m force-sensitive?” He nodded again, still observing you.

“Alright.” You unclasped your hands and took a breath. You focused and willed the utility belt that you had placed down only moments ago to lift into the air and quickly glide towards you. It took a few seconds, but soon the utility belt was in your hands.

There was a moment of silence before the Mandalorian seemed to relax, looking almost fascinated at what you had just shown him.

“The child can do the same thing.” He said finally, looking up from the utility belt as you put it on the table in front of you.

“Have you seen him do something like that?” You ask, meeting his eyes.

“Yes. We were on Arvala-7 and he lifted a Mudhorn to defend me.” Now this perplexed you immensely.

“He lifted a Mudhorn?” The Mandalorian seemed to misunderstand your bewilderment.

“Is that a difficult task for beings like you?” You shook your head and chuckled slightly.

“No, not most cases. But he’s so young.” You looked at the child who was playing with some of the scraggly hair of his toy. “He’s a baby.”

You both took a moment, looking at the child in a sort of solidarity, though it was obvious you and the Mandalorian were both thinking extremely differently.

“What happened afterward?” You questioned softly, still looking at the child.

“He passed out. He seemed exhausted.” It was a concerning response, simple but concerning. The emotion you felt relating to this thought must have been present on your face, for the Mandalorian quickly followed up his response. “Is that bad?”

You sighed. “The reaction, not really. It makes sense that something like that would exhaust him, it’s more of his willingness and ability to take action in such a way.”

He cocked his head. “How so?”

“Using the force can be just as physically demanding as any other activity. The fear that I have with what you’ve told me is that the child can’t control how he uses the force. Overusing his abilities to the point of exhaustion is not good for a child.”

“That makes sense.” A few more beats of silence passed over the two of you. “What would help him?”

The answer to that question was obvious to you but in the moment it was far too easy to overstep an unsaid boundary.

“Mentorship.” You looked back at the Mandalorian, who you now noticed was looking directly at you. “Either by someone like me attempting to teach him as much as he can understand or by you simply trying to communicate what he can and can’t do, but I can’t guarantee how successful the second option will be.”

After processing your answer, he asked another question pertaining to the force. And you answered to the best of your ability. You spent what very well could have been hours asking questions and finding answers, occasionally you would ask him a question and he would provide you an answer. The both of you didn’t quite trust each other yet though, the answers were either short summaries or vague replies but that was ok.

He told you his story, of how he found the child and of how he betrayed the guild. He described it as though he had committed a sin, but his sudden altruism was extremely astounding to you. He told you of the bounty on the child and the run ins he had before having to land on this planet.

When he finished his story, you told him of yours. You told him of your medical abilities and your job. You told him that you had a mentor who guided you as much as she could before her passing. That you’ve been on the run for years on end, living on limited planets and living on them for even more limited amounts of time. Until the Empire fell, and the bounties lessened, and you found Vycinyth.

Time flew by quickly, and soon, it was time for supper.

“How long are you going to be in Vyncinyth for?” You questioned, looking at the Mandalorian with a new sense of familiarity.

“Not too long, my ship needs repairs that will take a few days to fix.” The child was asleep on the couch, napping with its Tauntaun tight in its grip. “We have to leave immediately once the repairs are completed.” You hummed in understanding.

“Well, for now you two are welcome to my home. If you ever need me to look after the child or anything, feel free to come here.” He thanked you briefly. “On that note, would you like to stay for dinner? I’m sure the little one will be hungry when he wakes.” You stood up somewhat slowly and the Mandalorian followed suit.

“That’s kind of you but-” You cut him off.

“I have a guest room with a lockable door and no windows, so you can have your privacy while the child and I eat in the kitchen.” He considered your proposal for a few moments before relenting.

After that night, there was a noticeable shift in how you and the Mandalorian interacted with each other. It wasn’t anything crazy, but it was enough to be noticeable.

He didn’t take up your offer immediately, but the day after you two had met, the child wandered off to find you again. The Mandalorian quickly accepted your aid shortly following the second disappearance of the child. And soon a routine was formed. 

He would bring the child to your home in the morning so that while he worked on repairs for the ship, you and the child could work in your garden or play with his toy through the afternoon. With the hours spent together, you and the child bonded immensely, he would practically glow whenever you were in the room, following you throughout your day even if he didn’t need to. 

The Mandalorian always came to your home in the early evening, he would sit down to rest and would gather up the child before bidding them both a ‘good night’. Sometimes though, he would come in the evening and stay for dinner. Those nights it was more of the three of you being in the same room together than actually talking to one another, but it was still enjoyable. 

The days passed quickly until the suddenly ship was completely repaired. This was the day that the routine was broken, and he came to your home in the early morning.

The tone was more somber than normal. The silence was less of a comfortable thing and felt more like a suffocating blanket that lay over all of you. 

“You know,” Mando started, looking at you across the seating area you both were in once again. “I need someone to look over the child while I’m doing business.” Your once somber mood, brightened up almost instantly. There was a very short pause before he continued speaking. “And I’ll be able to pay you for your services.”

You looked at him amusedly. “You don’t need to pay me for looking over the child, Mando.” You smiled at him gently. “You know he could use a teacher too.” 

“That he could.”

With that, you packed. And it was the first time you had ever felt happy to do so.

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[mandalorian-writings]

Little One- Chapter One

Chapter One- The Meeting

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1,670

Summary: Searching for the Mandalorian proves to be more difficult than expected.

A/N: This is the first official chapter!! Woo!! I’m not gonna lie I did not expect people to actually like the first so I hope this doesn’t disappoint! I am doing a tag list for this series, so if you want to be added just ask! Love you all <3

Little One Masterlist

Oddly enough, finding the Mandalorian was more difficult than you had originally thought it would be.

You had no doubt in your mind that this Child was their Foundling, or something akin to it, and that whoever the Mandalorian was that they would surely be searching avidly for the little one that was currently snuggled into your chest. Shuffling from the Marketplace, you swerved into a quicker side route, continuing to wander aimlessly around the general area where there were the most people.

It really shouldn’t be this difficult to find them. In the last couple of years you’ve lived on this planet, you have yet to see a single sliver of beskar. So seeing a person covered in armor of the substance would obviously be eye catching. After a few minutes of trailing through the side of the market, you slowly re-enter the crowd. As you walk, the possibility that the child may have been able to leave its caretaker without their knowledge comes to mind.

Still, you reason with yourself, there’s no way a Mandalorian would be unable to notice the absence of one of its own. A jerked tug dislodges you from your thoughts as the baby grips onto your hair, cooing and reaching towards a stall that sells stuffed animals. When he notices that he finally has your attention, he babbles and leans toward the stall. You leisurely cross to the stall, looking at the child with a small smile.

“Want one?” The child practically erupts in delight at the question, joy spreading quickly across his face as you grin. “Okay, go ahead.” The stall had an incredible assortment of plushies, ranging from Vulptexes to Banthas. You shift the child slightly to reach for your credit pouch. The little one practically attempts to launch himself out of your arms as he finds the plushie that seems to appeal to him the most. A Tauntaun. You laugh under your breath as you pick up the plush. “This one?” The child screeches with laughter, instantly grabbing at the plush and clumsily pulling it to his body. You handed the needed credits to the cashier, flashing a smile to them as you return to the crowd.

As the little one happily fusses over his new companion you carry on with leisurely strolling through the crowd. After a few seconds a thought hits you. Maker, how stupid am I? You think to yourself, redirecting yourself to head in the way of the spaceports. The Mandalorian would obviously be a passing figure, meaning that he would have to be somewhere travelers would frequent. You almost sighed in frustration, although it wasn’t a difficult conclusion to come to, the amount of time it took to actually think of it was slightly disappointing.

The spaceports are only located a few minutes away from the market, as Vycinyth was a planet powered by tourism, all spaceports were strategically placed where the travelers could see the life of the planet. You look down at the child, extremely amused. “I wonder how long it took you to find me, little one.” As you muse at him, the baby giggles and thumps his new toy lightly against your chest. You chuckle wholeheartedly, looking up at the entrance to the various ports ahead of you. Mandalorians had a tendency to lay low, so in good judgement, you head to the port that is the least exposed and the least flashy. Even if the Mandalorian wasn’t at this specific port, one of your closest acquaintances usually was on shift as the port’s mechanic and it certainly wouldn’t hurt to sit down and practice your Twi’lek.

Sure enough, the familiar azure Twi tiredly started towards the entry of the port as you walked through. You smiled, calling out a greeting in Twi. “Tired?” You chide as she looks up with a small grin. “Actually having work will do that to you, herb!” She shoots back as she wipes her hands on her work pants. She looks at the child in your arms with confusion. “I didn’t know you were a mother.” You laugh a little before you reply. “He’s not mine, don’t worry. He’s the reason I’m here.” She pouts slightly. “So you didn’t come here to spend my break with me?” Shaking your head slightly you smile. “Maybe after I find this little one’s family. Speaking of which,” You lower your voice slightly, you never know who’s listening after all. “I was wondering if you’ve seen a Mandalorian recently.”

Her eyes widen slightly as she scans your face before answering. “I have.” She states. “Why are you asking?” You motion to the child in your arms and a look of understanding fills her face. “He’s one of my clients, a peculiar one but a client.” She begins to lead you towards the ports. “Came into the port with the most carbon buildup I’ve seen on a ship in a long time.” You look at her, tilting your head slightly. “A shoot out?” She nods. “Most likely, but he didn’t say anything.” The both of you stop before the port. The baby seemed to recognize the archway, squirming slightly in your arms and cooing. Before you enter, your friend lays a hand on your shoulder.

“Should anything go wrong, call for me.” She says cautiously, and you nod in response, though you doubt anything too vicious will happen. She leaves you to go back to her other mechanical work as you step through the arch.

Within the familiar steel port was an older ship. It looked like it had most definitely seen better days, with its age and the black stripes of carbon that littered the sides of it. You didn’t think much of it, you had seen worse ships with great pilots and if the pilot was able to make it through a shoot out and still keep the ship in order then you had no doubt they must be miraculous.

The clinking of tools and hardware stirred you out of your thoughts and as you stepped further into the port you noticed a man fixing parts of the ship that you couldn’t recognize. As he straightened up you saw the man that you had been searching for. The Mandalorian was certainly an intimidating figure, donned in gleaming beskar armor and holding a confident stance. You heard a modulated sigh before a rich voice spoke in your direction.

“I told you I’m fine without assistance.” He said tiredly, almost growling out the words. You walked a few paces closer before responding to him.

“I’m not sure about that, but,” He seemed to realize that you were not the mechanic as he looked towards you. “That’s not why I’m here.” The child cooed loudly at the Mandalorian, tugging at your surcoat to be put down.

As you placed him gently on the ground, he wobbled towards the Mandalorian still gripping his toy. The Mandalorian watched him for a few moments, seemingly checking over the baby before looking back up at you. “Did you not notice him leave?” You ask furrowing your brow slightly and shifting your weight as you cross your arms.

“No.” He replied simply. “Where did you find him?”

“The market.” As you said this the Mandalorian seemed startled. “He’s been with me for almost 20 minutes now.”

“That’s not possible.” He shot back. “I would have noticed.” You shrugged.

“Except that you didn’t.” You looked back at the ship.

“He doesn’t just leave.” He took a few steps closer to you.

“Well he did and he came to me.” You met his gaze and paused for a few moments, looking back at the ship. “Are you a bounty hunter?” At that question, he falls silent for a few moments.

“Possibly.” He replies, shifting his stance in a way that seems defensive.

“I heard of a Mandalorian who betrayed the Bounty Hunter’s Guild for a bounty but I thought it wasn’t true.” You muse slightly, looking at the child. “And if you are a bounty hunter,” You met his gaze, feeling his stare through the visor. “I’m going to guess that you are that hunter.”

He stiffens further. And a tense silence falls over the two of you, the child looking between you and the Mandalorian slowly.

“What do you want.” He states, glaring at you but you pay it no mind.

“To talk,” you answer. “About the little one.” You nod at the baby who is now wobbling to you, shaking the Tauntaun slightly. You relax and smile as you tugs at your dress. The Mandalorian watches you for a moment.

“What about him?” He asks, still stiff. It’s now your turn to fall silent for a few moments to contemplate. Deciding your words, you lower your voice cautiously.

“Surely, you’ve noticed that he has… abilities.” You sigh slightly, watching the Mandalorian react to your words. “If he’s your Foundling, I think you should know what power he possesses.”

“You know of it?” He asks, following your lead to quiet his voice as much as he can.

“Of course.” You quip. “We have the same power after all.” If what you were saying before failed to get his attention, this certainly struck something with him.

“How are you sure of that.” he says coldly, watching you with more caution than before.

“I can sense it, but I can’t explain it here. There are cameras that are recording and word spreads fast.” He seems to understand but still looks like he wants to question you. “I do, however, have a home nearby where I can explain everything.”

“How do I know you won’t try anything.” The baby now stumbles to him, and the Mandalorian swiftly picks him up to be cradled in one of his arms.

“You don’t, but I guess you’re going have to lend me a little bit of trust.” He looks at you apprehensively before sighing. You watch him look at the little one for a few moments.

“Fine.” He answers almost in defeat while both you and the child light up triumphantly.

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hiatus talk

okay, so i know i’ve been completely dead for like the past two months and i’m really sorry about that. 

i gradually fell back into a lot of mental issues because self isolation and it got to the point where i needed to take break. 

over the last two months though, i’ve realized that i don’t how i was writing the series so i’m be rewriting it. 

i’ll probably still keep up the past chapters but i just wanted to let you know that it’s probably going to be a week or two until there’s another update and i when i do update it’s going to be the start of a new series. 

thank you guys sm for your support :))