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xwing-baby · 4 years ago

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A Day Off (Mandalorian x Reader)

This was inspired by everyone’s favourite @dindjarindiaries and her lovely fic ‘The Challenge’ go read it because it's way better than this bullshit that my brain came up with. You’re an amazing writer Molly, I am sorry for this. I’m not sure why I really wrote this, but I hope you enjoy!

IMAGINE: Din leaves you for the day to go on a hunt. You entertain yourself and end up very drunk by the time he comes to find you. Hilarity ensues. (Drink responsibly kids!)

Word count: 2.4k... this was meant to be short.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, violence, and vomit! Please drink responsibly!! Cheeky bit of pining, little bit of flirting, fluff at the end!

The decision to leave you out of today’s hunt was a mutual one. You were tired and in need of a rest, the quarry was easy and Din was more than capable on his own anyway. So, he left you in a small town a few miles from his destination. In that small town, you found a tired old cantina, filled with enough booze and pleasant conversation to survive the next few hours.

The hunt was done, the victim handed off successfully to the right person and Din was on his way to find you so you could move on to the next planet. He was tired and bruised from the hunt and wanted to get back to the safety of the Crest sooner rather than later, but knew as soon as he heard your distinctive laugh from outside the cantina that that was not going to be the reality.

As if you knew he was coming, you stumbled out of the door before he could even open it. Your hair was messed up, strands falling out of the tie and into your face. There was liquid spilled down the front of your shirt and your boots were untied. You looked a mess. For a second he was a little worried, until a goofy smile spread across your face when you recognised him.

“You came back!” You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around the Mandalorian. Shocked, Din stands still. Not really sure what to do with himself. You notice and laugh, stumbling back off him. “You were gone for like a million hours! I missed you”

“It was ten hours,” Din said with a smile, “But we’re going now,”

“Great, ‘cus I don’t think I can go back in there again,” You ran ahead of Din a few paces and grimaced. “Not a lot of friends were made today! But-but- but! I did a good thing actually!” Din just kept walking, trying not to entertain your rambling. You carried on anyway, you were used to his silence by now. “There was this twi’lek right, looked great but oh my stars! The worst! Turns out he knew you! Everyone knows you, not a surprise there. But he also knew that I was with you and tried to chat shit about you!” You were shouting now, gesturing animatedly and zigzagging across the street. “And he kept going so I just punched him,” You mimicked your actions from early, swinging your arm and using the momentum to turn back around to face the Mandalorian, “Punched him straight in the face! It was awesome!”

“You didn’t need to do that,”

“He was an asshole of course I did,” You sighed, “And apparently you know his sister or something? Didn’t realise you were such a Casanova, Tinman!” Again Din didn’t reply. He knew exactly who you were on about and was a little proud that you’d punched the guy. Must have been Xi’an’s brother. “Well, of course you are,” You continued. “You’re so freaking handsome all the time, and nobody can even see your face!” You swung back around to walk forward again, swinging your arms by your sides and giggling as you thought about what the Mandalorian might look like. You hadn’t been in his crew long but had developed feelings for him quite quickly. Not that Din knew this, “You know, I bet you’re really pretty under that helmet,” You tapped the top of his head for emphasis. “I don’t think you understand how pretty you are with it on! Maybe it’s for the best that you keep it on, you’d never be able to get anything done!”

“Alright, y/n,”

“You’re going to make some woman very happy one day Mando,” You said with a dreamy look in your eye.

Din smiled and blushed a little at your words. At the same time you had developed feelings for Din, Din had developed feelings for you. He was very glad to have the helmet to hide how obvious a blush came to his face when you said things like that. He wanted nothing more than to make you happy, if you only knew.

The pair carried on walking out of the town, and towards the small valley the crest had been hidden in. You carried on rambling away, telling him in immense detail everything that had happened while he was gone.

“And then I got challenged to a drinking contest with this other dude. I say dude but turns out he was a Wookie. And I won! Everyone says I didn’t but I saw the way he walked out of there, I won so hard! Drunk him under the table,” You spoke quickly and animatedly. Din wasn’t really listening anymore, just enjoying the sound of your voice and watching you as you walked ahead making sure you didn’t fall over. “You should have been there and we could have smashed it!” You laughed, spinning around to face him again now with a puzzled look on your face. “Have you ever been drunk, Mando?”

“A few times,” He replied, “Watch where you’re going,”

“I am,” You say, continuing to walk backwards anyway. You thought about something for a second then spoke again, “But what about the Creed? Don’t you have to drink alone? Or,” You stopped again and burst into laughter. Din stopped walking, his patience growing a little thin. “D-do you, Ha!” You could barely get your words out, tears streaming down your face laughing at your own thoughts. “To- to get around the cr-creed… oh my stars!”

“Y/n I don’t have time for this,” He said sharply.

“You have to use a straw!” You howled with laughter. Din shook his head, he wanted to be annoyed at you but your infectious laugh had caught him. He stifled his own laughter. “I want to see it so bad! Oh my stars!”

“You’ve had your fun now,” Din tried to sound serious, his voice wavering a bit through the modulator as he tried not to laugh.

“Yes, yes… oh! I’m sorry,” You tried to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. “Yes, I’m sorry you’re a super serious Mandalorian you wouldn’t use a straw!” You coughed to force yourself to calm down but cackled with laughter again. Din started walking again, leaving you behind a few paces while you calmed yourself down. Eventually, you followed and saw the ship over the crest of the hill.

“I’ll race you!” You called, already speeding past the Mandalorian down the grassy hill. “Winner gets the refresher first!”

You ran as fast as you could, and looked back for just a second to see that your companion hadn’t followed you. Before you could even blink you tripped and fell on a rock sticking out of the grass. You fell, flipping over and landing with a thud on your back. You skidded to a halt at the bottom of the hill, conveniently next to your intended destination. This made Din run.

Once he got to the bottom where you were, his panic quickly vanished as he found you in fits of laughter yet again.

“Did you see that!” You laughed. “I won!”

“Are you alright?”

“My back hurts a little, but I won, loser!” You exclaimed, putting your fingers in a ‘L’ on your forehead. Din rolled his eyes. As if this whole experience couldn’t get more ridiculous. “Not going to help me up?” You pouted and held up your arms like a child. Din uncrossed his arms and held his gloved hand out for you to grab and pulled you up to your feet again. The back of your shirt was ripped and grass stains covered the pale materials along with a few drops of blood. You didn’t seem concerned at all as the alcohol in your system was numbing everything.

Din opened the Crest and you walked up the ramp to the safety of its interior.

“Where’s the baby?” You whispered loudly. Ever since you’d joined the crew you’d loved the Child like your own. Another thing Din admired about you. “Baby! We’re back,”

“Why are you whispering?”

“Shh!” You shoved your hand over the front of his helmet, “He might be sleeping,” Din pushed your hand off, and you carried on walking into the ship, creeping on your tiptoes.

“I think you need to go to sleep,”

“Only if you’ll come with me,” You turned around and looked the Mandalorian up and down, your playful attitude now turning darker. You played with the buttons of your shirt, slowly undoing them. Din was stunned, freezing in his spot.

“That wouldn’t be appropriate,” Din tried to stay composed, but it was becoming more and more difficult as you took your top off. He knew he couldn’t do anything, you were way too drunk. He wasn’t an idiot. But he was also human.

“I bet you’re so pretty under there,” You sighed. You moved to be closer to him when a small green creature stood on a box and caught your attention instead. “Hey little guy!” Din took a sigh of relief, the tension you had created dissipated almost instantly as you bent down to pet the little creature.

While you were distracted he checked over your back, seeing only a few scrapes and deciding it would be fine until the morning when you’d sobered and also weren’t trying to flirt with him anymore. Well, the last part he didn’t mind so much.

Din went about his usual take-off activities. He could hear you talking to the Child, telling the little thing about your day and listening to it babble back, acting as if you could understand what it was saying. Eventually, you disappeared into the ship. Din hoped that you had gone to sleep.

You hadn’t. You went to throw up, ultimately finding an empty freight box. The mixture of spinning from alcohol and the bumpy takeoff made for an upsetting mix. The Child grimaced and put its hand up to comfort you. An odd feeling washed over you, like a warm water trickling through you, then you felt better. You could see straight now. The Child seemed happy with whatever it had done and toddled away.

You pushed yourself off the floor, and went in search of a new shirt. The cold chill of space had begun to seep into the ship's cracks making you shiver. You stumbled into Din’s quarters, you shouldn’t have been in there but it was the first place you thought to look for a new shirt. And you found one. His cot was messy, clothes thrown around the small room. You couldn’t help but think about him then, getting out of that armour…

It was too much. You shook your head. Even your drunk brain knew it was wrong to think about him like that. He didn’t like you, like that, there was no need to encourage the idea. Instead, you pulled the closest piece of clothing on. It was a little too big, but it smelt like him which made you smile.

You decided to go to the cockpit to bother the Mandalorian again. It was lonely being drunk on your own. You climbed up to the cockpit and stood in the door silently. Din was talking quietly to the Child, trying to pull it away from the many shiny switches on the control panel. You grinned, seeing him with the child made your heart soar. He was so sweet to the creature, for a moment you could forget what a formidable character the Mandalorian really was. He acted like the creature’s dad and it was entirely believable. Quietly, you settled into the seat to his right, looking out as the stars streamed past in hyperdrive. Din had noticed, though didn’t say anything. It was silent for a moment or two, bar the Child’s playful squeals as it played with a silver ball. Din figured you had fallen asleep, glad that you weren’t trying to flirt with him anymore.

“When are you going to let me fly?” You ask suddenly. Din turns to you, but doesn’t say anything. This was almost a daily discussion. It was always no. “I know you said no the last time but I really think you’re underestimating me. I land badly one time and you never trust me to fly your ship!”

“You crashed,” Mando said plainly.

“One time!” You exclaimed. “I’ll have you know it was very harsh conditions, and desert planets are very deceptive! Give me a nice- a nice planet,” You slurred as your eyes become heavier, “and I promise I will land the crest beautifully,”

“No way,”

“Spoil sport,” You grumble. The Child hopped up into your lap, and presented the silver ball it had in its mouth, which made you giggle. You settled further into the seat, throwing your legs over the armrest, kicking them against the leather. The Child sat in your lap and showed you its new trick of making the item float.

Mindlessly you began to sing, quietly, and play with the Child. The melody made Din’s ears prick, you were singing in Mando’a, a song that he hadn’t heard since he was a child. Your voice made him shiver, memories flooding back of the few happy moments of his life when this song was sung last.

You sang it to the end, with very few mistakes, making Din wonder how long you’d known it. You must have known it for a while, but you’d never understood him when he spoke the language before.

“Where did you learn that?” He finally caved and asked, wanting nothing more than for you to sing it again.

“I learnt it for you,” You said with a yawn, your eyes closing. You started singing again, the words now fading into mumbles and eventually you fell asleep. He turned in his chair to look at you as you were quiet once more. You’d curled yourself up in the chair, head tilted back resting on the wall. The Child sat in your chest, playing with the ends of your hair. The child looked at Din and smiled, then back at you. It's a little green hand patting your leg and it cooed.

“I know, kid.”

A/N: That ended a lot softer than I planned but hey ho. Remember drink responsibly, don’t challenge a wookie to a drinking challenge, you will lose. They’re massive. Goodnight!

Tagging: @captain-skytrash @dindjarindiaries @dartheldur @inked-poet @tortles

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featherphant0m · 4 years ago

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Hey Stupid, I Love You 💖

Finally posting some of my self-insert art here. I love these two so much and I can’t get enough of them, let me know if you guys would like to see more! 🥺💖

#Mandalorian #Mandalorian reader #mandalorianxreader #art #self insert #ship art #ship #Mando #din djarin x reader #din djarin #digital art #oc x canon #self insert x canon #cc x oc #oc x cc #star wars

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writers-blogck · 5 years ago

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Opposites ( The Mandalorian x Reader ) 01

Warning(s): This is going to be a series. I am obsessed with the show and need to let my love for both Baby Yoda and Dyn out. So here we are. This will try to be gender-neutral. There is mentions to a skirt in this chapter but with the race you are, there are no gender norms. Men wear skirts as well. For now, your race is called Gypsies because I can’t think of a good name yet. The language being used for your race’s language is Romanian. The race name will change when I can come up with one. Now, buckle up for some slow-burn romance!

Title: Opposites Pairing: Dyn Jarren x Reader Fandom: The Mandalorian Word Count: 2925

Chapter One: The Beginning

Flames licked the air as the music soared through the chill breeze. It would be considered a cold night if not for the fire that everyone crowded around. It was a strange sight for anyone who wasn’t a local. It looked as though someone had taken one of the walls out to open up a building with the roof only covering half. This allowed the smoke to fade off into the sky as it curled higher and higher. The floor was nothing more than the natural sand of the land. This cantina was one of interesting architecture.

This was no place to take a baby but desperate times call for desperate measures. They should be fine, rarely were people dumb enough to mess with a Mandalorian. He knew the child needed to eat and even if he would have pushed himself through it, he needed to eat as well. When he traveled without the child, he used to push his body to the extreme limits. Barely getting any sleep, eating rarely, trying to just do job after job. Now with a fragile thing he had to take care of, he couldn’t expect to continue that path. Which is how he ended up in such a strange cantina. Even with his travels, he had never seen anything quite like this.

The child was sitting on a booster with his tiny hands gripping his bowl of bone broth. On such a night, a steaming bowl of soup was just the thing to warm the bones. Mando himself didn’t get anything but bread rations that he planned to eat back on the ship. He couldn’t take his helmet off, he knew he could wait. The main concern was for the child to eat enough so they could be on their way again. It was too dangerous to stay in one place for too long.

The movements were second nature to you at that point, twirling around the fire with your tambourine high in the air. You savored the heat the flames gave off as it warmed your bare skin. You learned how to dance and play as soon as you learned to walk. It was the way of your people. Dancing was one of the biggest parts of your culture. During the day, your people would hide in the shadows and steal to get by but it was the night when you really came alive. This cantina was just one of the many hotspots, hidden out on the edge of the sand dunes. The locals whispered of the dancing gypsies and hope one day they would be able to see them dance. No one knew where the group would be, the information was kept a secret.

You were one of the most skilled dancers of your people and both the natives as well as travelers could see that. Many nights you could feel the eyes of all sorts of people following the sway of your hips and flick on your wrist. After the show, some would try to give you money while the rare patron gave some type of gift. Those were the people who always seemed to be able to find the show’s location. There were the specific men, and a few women, who would come after the show and offer money in exchange for other services. They were your least favorite clientele. But the male gypsies would scare them away.

This night was the same as your people’s bodies curled together like the flame itself, skilled movements that were too delicate to get near. Some were dancing as couples while others were dancing alone. The more innocent eyes stayed on the couples while those with other purposes trained on those alone. Some would even come up and join the dance as the excitement rubbed off on them. Participation was very much encouraged.

Your own eyes scanned the crowd quickly in curiosity as you danced and fell upon a sight you had never seen before. A real Mandolorian. Not just some scavenger with stolen armor. They were so rare, you doubted anyone in your community had seen one. You didn’t even know much about the people other than the danger they could bring with them.

The sound of excited yelling and whistles brought the man out of his thoughts, his mind immediately ready for a threat. He was raised on the trigger of a gun and meant he was always on guard even when lost in thought. Those instincts had only gotten stronger with the child now. It was the first time he had something to protect. He no longer only had himself to think about. Yet his dark eyes quickly noted there was no new threat, instead, a tidal wave of color pouring around the fire.

Bright purples, pinks, greens, and blue were illuminated in an ethereal glow from the fire as a group of seven to ten similarly dressed people arrived. It was easy to tell who they were, they were one of the local races. Even without the bright colors, the large pointed ears, not that unlike the child’s, would give them away. Mando hadn’t been to this planet before and didn’t know much about the natives, but he learned what they looked like. All the shops were filled with the same rainbow of colors, scarfs covering faces to reveal only eyes that peered around like a cat. He didn’t trust the gypsy people. He knew what those eyes meant.

Trouble.

Their bodies curled together like the flames itself as they began to dance to the music. Mando had never been much for dancing himself. Training had taken up most of his time and the free time he did have, he wasn’t going to spend it learning how to dance. This dancing wasn’t like the slow dancing he had seen either. The Mandolorian didn’t dance like this. This dancing was filled with chaos and energy, huge grins on each of their sunkissed faces. Where the Mandolorians were strict and straight-laced, these natives were carefree. Too hedonistic in Mando’s mind. Yet these aversive thoughts seemed to disappear from his mind the moment he saw the person with the blue and green crystal pin in their hair.

He hardly noticed they were even singing due to the blood that seemed to rush to his ears. The pounding was like the kind he would get when he was in an intense battle. There was no danger and yet his mind seemed unaware. What was going on? His body was making no sense to him.

It must have been the way the light hit them in that exact moment. Or perhaps it was the lack of sleep in him. Something had to be wrong with him for a person to leave him breathless. He had seen beauty in his time but this was different. They weren’t the traditional kind of beautiful but there was something transcendental with them. Their pointed ears held gold chains and earrings in them and sparkled when the light hit them in a certain way. Bare feet expertly moved gracefully while making no sound. Delicate but confident. The feet of a thief, not a dancer. Perhaps they really were a thief. They had stolen his attention.

Behind his dark visor, his sharp eyes couldn’t move away from the absolute vision in front of him. Thankfully, no one could tell what he was really looking at. He could just be looking at the fire or just staring off into space. That was all. Everyone would just see the threatening Mandalorian and look away. The Child needed to hurry up and finish eating so they could leave. He wanted to go as fast as possible, his stomach churning at the unknown feeling. He had never felt this interest to know more about a person before.

There was no way this could be true but upon a final spin, the gypsy seemed to be looking right into his soul. His heart skipped a beat, feeling as though he had been caught. They couldn’t know he was watching and yet with the small smile they presented him, he wasn’t so sure. Did they have some strange ability? Their eyes stilled for only a moment yet it felt as though it had been minutes. They easily went back to finishing the song they were singing. Mando didn’t recover as quickly.

The Child’s large eyes seemed to have found them as well and could sense a shift in the man sitting next to him. He turned to look up at his caretaker, back at the dancing figure, and then settled on Mando again. He turned to the green child and frowned, not even needing to hear anything to know what that look meant.

“Don’t say anything.” He huffed, refusing to admit they had affected him in such a way.

The night went as most do. As time passed, members of your group got drunk and the performance fizzled out. Some found partners to keep them warm for the night but that wasn’t for you. Your mind was focused on something else. The Mandalorian hadn’t left like you had expected. With each passing second, you felt yourself getting pulled closer. Their kind seemed almost like a myth. What type of stories did they know? Since coming to this village when you were thirteen, it was the only place you had called home. There was so much in the universe you hadn’t seen yet. You had never even left this planet.

When the Mandalorian seemed to be paying attention to the creature next to it, you pulled as much confidence from your core as you could before walking over. The gypsies put confidence and affection as some of the most important things in your culture. With the outfits you all wore, confidence was needed. In the day, you wore scarves and clothing that covered your entire body but when the night came, so did the fabric. Women would wear crop tops, some men didn’t even wear shirts. This was the way of your people. Be proud of who you are and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. It was obvious to see as gender norms seemed nonexistent.

“So, not many Mandalorians come here. Are you lost?” You asked as you slipped into the chair across the table from the two beings. Mando slowly looked over, taking a moment to take in what was happening before speaking.

“No, just a stop.”

You nodded, leaning your elbow on the table and resting your chin in the palm of your hand. The armor shined with the firelight and you wondered what it was made of. It was rare anyone wore armor in these parts. Not because it wasn’t needed but the heat of the sun would cook whatever was inside it during the day. Most people tended to be nocturnal here as it got quite a bit cooler when the moon came out.

Silence blanketed the table as you inspected the person, which you now know due to his voice, and tried to match what was in front of you to the few pictures you had seen. He was much larger than what you expected and more...shiny. The old scrolls that you had found on your scavenging made them seem much flatter in color. You preferred it this way better.

“So, what are the Mandalorian?” Your question caught him off guard. It had been a long time since he had to explain it to someone before. No one ever asked so bluntly before either.

“If you know not many come here, how come you don’t know about us?”

“Well, I’ve seen art and some had Mandalorians in it. No one here ever knew enough to answer my questions. So, I thought who better to ask than from the source.”

Mando thought over the question, rolling it around in his head. How was he supposed to answer that? There was so much that went into their way, it would be impossible to explain it fully to someone who didn’t even know the basics. He stared in your direction, unsure of what to say.

“We are a skilled group of fighters. Some say we are the best warriors in the galaxy. It is a way of life. Our life.”

Even with the less than detailed explanation, you were satisfied enough for now. Your Păzitor (Guardian) had warned you that your curiosity would get you killed one day. He cared for you but feared when you left the village to explore the sand dunes. There were dangerous creatures and even worse, dangerous people out there. You had been slipping out for as long as you lived here, there was no way to keep you anywhere you didn’t want to be. There was so much out there but no one wanted to explore. As you were getting older, the itch to leave was only getting stronger.

A tugging at your skirt caused you to glance down, meeting the big brown eyes of the kid that had been sitting across the table from you. When had he had the time to get down without either of you noticing. With a small smile, you leaned down and placed the child on your lap. This seemed to please it as it relaxed, leaning back against your chest.

“I’ve never seen anything like this little guy here before. Got to say, I don’t think you look like this under that helmet of yours. So, why is he with you? Is he an orphan?” Your arms lazily wrapped around his smaller form as he cuddled up against you. It must have been past his bedtime, whatever time that was. Every child went to bed early, didn’t they? The gypsy children were the only ones you had seen out so late.

“Something like that.”

“Are you on a job now and that’s why you are just stopping here? Or maybe you’re just a bum in a ship traveling the stars with a little green bean,” You teased, a glint in your eyes as if challenging the man. Before he was able to answer, blaster fire echoed around the strange cantina.

Then the screaming started and chaos began. As soon as the blaster went off, the Mandalorian jumped up and immediately began searching for the threat. Your arms pulled the child closer to you, gathering the multi-colored shaw you used in your show to wrap it around them. The first instinct you had was to hide it. Maybe it would be safer that way and would be left out of the fight.

Something grabbed your wrist and pulled to have you topple into their chest. This caused a small yelp to slip from your lips, bringing Mando’s attention to you immediately. He didn’t see the Child but that didn’t mean you weren’t in danger at that moment. No matter how much people believed him to be bad, he kept doing actions that contradicted their beliefs.

Even without seeing it, you could smell the blaster fire on them. Shit, where was it? Both of his hands were occupied with one grasping your wrist and the other at your hip. There would be bruises there in the morning. As soon as you deduced he wasn’t holding the blaster, you reacted. It was no more than six seconds that passed and just as Mando was about to rush over, you stole his attention again.

A loud grunt and the attacker being pushed back caused Mando to stop in his tracks. He had no clue what had just happened moments ago, you didn’t have an electrostaff in your hands. Yet, here you are, moving to incapacitate the man who decided to mess with you. Even with the force behind your movements, you moved as if this was no more than another dance. Your movements were all calculated and one step ahead of the enemies, your feet hitting the ground with the grace of a ballerina.

Another enemy came in your vicinity and it was then that the Mandalorian noticed there were no sparks at the end of the staff. This was an electrostaff but must have been broken into nothing more of a staff. Yet, where had you gotten it? There was no room on your outfit to even entertain the thought it might have been on your person. It looked as if you had summoned it out of thin air.

With a calculated hit to the temple of the first man, he was down for the count. This left you to turn and fight the other who had his blaster drawn. You reminded yourself to keep calm as he moved to fire. Precision was key and you could hear yourself counting the beats in your head to time it correctly. As his finger squeezed, the staff came down hard on his wrist which caused the shot to only char the sand into small pieces of glass.

Mando hadn’t realized he had been staring until he felt arms wrap around his form to attempt to slice his throat. He was brought back to reality as he easily tossed the man over his body to land with a hard thud on the ground. Before they had a chance to get up, a single blast from the Mandalorian made sure he stayed down. He pushed the thoughts of you aside, knowing that he needed to focus on protecting these people.

Yet, no one had piqued his interest as much as you had and he didn’t know how to feel about it.

Your Electrostaff: https://s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com/commercehq-userfiles-master/commercehq-store-fb48b69a3b345592c79d2b5daf360f96_da39a3ee5e6b4b0d3255bfef95601890afd80709/b38aabdceec14ea5819e839e5d810ea6_ezgif.com-crop.gif

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newt-the-newt · 5 years ago

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The Mandalorian’s Everything Masterlist

What if, way before the Mandalorian ever got the bounty for a 50 year old child, he met someone that could turn his whole life around in just a few short days? And what if this person, whoever she is, can help him become the person he didn't even know he wanted to be?

Mandalorian x Female!Reader

***THIS STORY DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SPOLIERS, MOST OF THE CHAPTERS ARE REWRITES OF EACH EPISODE JUST WITH A READER INSERT***

Some more mature themes, especially in the second chapter, but other than that it's whatever happened on the show. I will write more specific warnings in each chapter.

I own absolutely nothing except the reader's actions in the book, her backstory and all of the characters within her backstory.

All of the chapters kinda maybe sorta get longer and longer as they go on but am I sorry? No.

A/N

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

#babyyoda #goodread #mandalorian #mandalorianimagines #mandalorianxreader #pleasereadmystory #starwars #starwarsimagines #starwarsxreader #themandalorian

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misscampacyn · 3 years ago

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Anyone looking for a Din Djarin? It's sad to know we may never get to have the real one 😔😥 BUT you can buy this little guy on my shop!!!

I have one available but I am open to making more and some Boba Fett.

You can get it here: https://merc.li/Kff8EPXDb

I have also made Baby Yoda if you are interested also.

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equalstrashflavoredtrash · 4 years ago

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what’s mando’s one kink that he would never admit to but would get him rock hard in an instant if it somehow came up im asking for a friend

SO TUMBLR FUCKED UP THIS POST AND MADE IT SO THE READ MORE IS UP THERE AND I CANT CHANGE, MOVE, OR DELETE IT

so what was here, my answer and the fic have been copied over to THIS POST so go read it there!

Thanks! sorry this site it dumb lmao

A TRIP TO THE MARKET

#the mandalorian #din djarinxreader #the mandalorianxreader #din djarinxyou #the mandalorian smut #mandoxreader #my writing

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kermodeiiii · 2 years ago

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Forgive Your Heart

Chapter 2: A Goodbye

Summary: Who did this man think he was!?! Arrogant, selfish, narcissistic where only a few words that came to mind. So why did you help him?

A/n: I forgot to mention this is about at s1 ep3, they hadn't left Nevarro quiet yet but they flew to the other side of the planet to refuel and replenish supplies.

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He hit the side of his helmet harshly, seeming to fix some malfunction with his hardware. At the same time the Mandalorian grabbed your collar and held you close to him by your lab coat, his stature was intimidating but you never let that faze you. You held your ground and kept your stare even and brows furrowed, his fist tightened noticing your lack of fear.

“I said, where's the kid?”

“I’m gonna need you to let go for me to answer you.”

Your hand came up to grip his covered wrist, squeezing it to emphasize your point. He must’ve taken this as a challenge because his grip never wavered, he only stared down at you. His other hand joined the first on the other side of your coat pulling your full chest into his chest plate, your other hand did the same now squeezing both his wrists with your own.

“Are you done with this little intimidation tactic? Or are you gonna explain to me who you’re talking about?

He hesitated then let you go with a light shove and a huff, you took a step back from the force he let you go with. The Mandalorian started digging something out of his pocket, you took this time to give him a proper once over, only from a quick glance up and down you could tell he endured heavy blaster fire from the discoloration to his armor, no dents though. He held something up, it looked like a tattered robe, one the little green child wore before it tore. You took it in your hands noticing it was in fact the same fabric the kid had worn. His voice skipped again and again until a clear sentence came out of his modulator.

“HE-HE-HE-He would be wearing something like this.”

“What is your relation to him, I might be able to help you.”

You didn’t look up from the fabric, instead choosing to inspect it for anything suspicious, flipping it over you find a few drops of blood and a tear in the fabric next to it.

“What happened to hi- Hey!”

Before you were allowed to finish the armored man shoved past you beginning to look through rooms, disturbing not only the patients but your medics as well. You passed by many, asking if you needed any help, you declined. You turned him to you by his shoulder and nearly yelled at him before regaining your composure.

“You can’t just barge into patients' rooms! This is not a place to bounty hunt!”

He only stood, not bothering to look your way before continuing his search, the woman he barged in on nearly had a heart attack seeing him in her door. The Mandalorian was about to open yet another door before he was interrupted by the strong yank from the back collar of his cape that sent him backwards, he took two steps to collect his balance then he was on you shoving you against a door in a similar fashion to your first encounter. The door gave way with his shove but he was quick to adapt, pushing you against the joining wall inside the room and holding you there with both his fists balled in your lab coat. You felt the air leave your lungs from his harsh handling, coughing you glared up at the unyielding figure above you, the way you squeezed his wrists you hoped would leave a bruise. Before either of you could speak a small coo made its way through the room, you both looked over the Mandalorians shoulder seeing the child stood up on the cot. ‘Oh shit’ you thought, it slipped your mind how close the kids' room actually was. Almost immediately he let go of you and moved to the kid, taking a much softer tone than his previous one, however that didn’t help the busted modulator.

“Ere- ou are”

He scooped up the child in his arms, he tucked him in the crook of his elbow as you hunched over, taking a few deep breaths to steady yourself. The child cooed at you and the man stopped and turned around, you looked up from your hunched position glaring at the tall Mandalorian. As he tried exiting the door, the child struggled in his grasp, the man let out a groan and eventually set the kid down. You could hear his little feet pitter patter as they made their way to you, he tackled your leg in a strong hug, well as strong as it could be for such a little guy. No matter how angry you were with his guardian, you could never stay mad at a face like his, especially when he looked up at you like you were his savior. A smile once again graced your face as you knelt down to his level, the Mandalorian only watched as you lifted the child into your arms. His clawed hand came out to rub across your cheek. Thank you. Your eyes widened in slight shock, the voice was no longer a vague echo in your head, it was clear to you now this is how he was communicating.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Your voice was kind and gentle, with a slight rasp from still being out of breath, the child cooed in your arms. You could hear the Mandalorian messing with his helmet, taps and near silent beeps going off from inside the helmet, you turned your gaze up to meet his visor.

“We need to leave.”

That was the first sentence you could make out clearly from his modulator, he made his way over to the two of you, gently taking the child out of your arms and into his. For a brief moment there was peace between the three of you, until that peace was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps marching down the hallway. The Madalorian looked through the glass door and quickly shut it after seeing what was going on outside, he turned off the lights in the room as well, only leaving the shielded light of the hallway. Confused you took a small peak outside through the curtains as he did, were those storm troopers? Why was the Empire on Nevarro? You looked to the man next to you, his arm flying past your head to close the curtain, you stepped closer whispering to him to not draw attention.

“Ok, tell me what the hell is going on!”

“It’s none of your concern.”

“Don’t give me that shit Mandalorian! Are they here for the kid or you or what?! Get talking!”

You could hear the leather of his gloves stretching as he balled his fists, he let out an irritated groan, you folded your arms in front of yourself and stared up at him. You could feel your blood pressure rising every second he stayed quiet until eventually he mumbled out a quiet ‘Dank farrik’.

“He’s a bounty."

You stared up at his helmet trying your best to hold back your sarcastic comment of ‘Wow really I couldn’t tell from the platoon of troopers in my Medcenter!’ instead you waved your hand in a small circle trying to get more information than ‘A Bounty’.

“He was my bounty, I-I-I-I saved him.”

“I’m taking a shot in the dark and assuming that’s why you sound like a misfiring speeder bike.”

He only nods at your little jab and presses against the wall upon hearing more stormtroopers talking out in the hallway. You think to yourself for a moment weighing the pros and cons of helping this prick, how could you know if he was really helping the kid? Or if he wasn’t just going to get them both killed? Another coo snapped you out of your thoughts, you looked up to meet the child's big eyes, you let out a loud aggravated noise and spoke sternly to the Mandalorian stepping closer to him.

“Do exactly what I tell you and you two might get out of here unscathed. Understand?”

The man nods again, not much of a talker huh? You explained your plan to the man, he would hide in this room until you could clear out the stormtroopers, and if anyone came in the room he’d hide in the linen closet until they left. You slipped out of the door and back to your medic station finding most of the troopers there, they seemed to intimidate your other medics into their station. When you got closer one of the troopers stopped you.

“Halt, we’re looking for an escaped prisoner. We need you to stay in this area.”

“Under whose authority should I stay here? You have no business causing so much panic in this place, all of you need to vacate immediately.”

Your voice raised a bit at your last statement to ensure every stormtrooper could hear you. They parted as a man walked down the hallway, an older man with a gold pendant hanging from his neck. ‘Great another problem’ you thought to yourself, the man made his way to you and stopped just short of you he speaks.

“I apologize for making such a ruckus, you see, I’m looking for a very important asset.”

“I really couldn’t give less of a shit what or who you’re looking for but you won’t find him here. So leave my Medcenter, now.”

The older man turned with a slight smirk on his face about to step away before turning back around to face you.

“Did you say…’him’?”

You tried to not show your shock ‘Shitshitshit’ there were blasters pointed at you before you could respond. Your brows furrowed as you glared at him raising your hands, you took a small glance around, there were five storm troopers pointing their blasters at you and undoubtedly more on their way.

“Lower your weapons. Now.”

You whipped your head around to see the head medic of the trauma unit holding a blaster to the older man's head. A few bounty hunters and medics joined him in pointing their blasters at the troopers around you, you couldn’t help the smirk growing on your face as you spoke.

“You really thought the medics on a planet like Nevarro wouldn’t have blasters? I’d do as he says, unless you wanna lose your troopers.”

The old man let out a huff and waved his hand, the stormtroopers lowered their weapons and began walking down the hallway to the exit. Before they had all retreated the man stayed where he was, he gave you an uneasy feeling, as he looked you over.

“You can’t hide the asset forever.”

You pulled out your own blaster that was holstered in your belt, aiming it between his eyes, and spoke with all the confidence you could muster.

“Go.”

He turned around and went out the exit, the remaining troopers followed after him. As soon as you knew the coast was clear you almost sprinted to the kids room, sliding through the door to find it already empty. Your shoulders were tense as you looked through the closet, there was no sign of them. You ran out the room and through another exit to find a ship taking off in the distance, it had only just entered the atmosphere. You had a feeling in your gut telling you that was the kids ship, your shoulders slouched in relief, hoping that they made it out unnoticed. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness, you didn’t get to see him off, or make sure he was ok, but if he was with that Mandalorian you knew he’d be safer.

“Bye bye little man.”

You couldn’t tell if it was your head or your heart that told you, you’d see them again, and you were right.

#mandalorian x chubby reader #mando x reader #mando x you #baby yoda #chubby reader #the mandalorianxreader

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oniiloma · 3 years ago

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HELLUVA RIDE

Mandalorianxreader story

Warnings: fluff, assault, swearing, smut(but later on) and a whole Lotta sassy woman!

Chapter 1: Captivated

You got off your ship and walked down the streets of Navarro. Many men laid their eyes on you as you walked confidently.

It was dark as a few spot lights cast their rays up and down the street. Dusty white buildings were lined up evenly on either side with barren rock and dark tones of dirt resting gently on the rooftops as if they were carved out of the sides of the earth. Walking into the bar looking around the room you spotted Karga and sat down. His eyes widen and raised an eyebrow.

"Hello there Lily. You look wonderful today."

You smiled and said, "Cut the crap. I want my next bounty."

He chuckled and pulled out some pucks with holographs of wanted bounties.

"These are the only ones I have." said Karga as he smiled.

You shook your head and looked down at your hands, soon pushing them away.

"Is there no other job worth more?"

He sighed and got closer to you. "There is one but there's no puck and it's face to face."

You nodded your head and accepted.

Getting up to leave he looks up to you and says, "Goodbye Lily."

You walked away and flipped him off. Karga chuckled as he knew this was your demeanor.

Karga found you when you were 15, fighting off some creeps who were trying to steal the only credits you had. Of course, he stood from afar and just watched as you beat up both men to a pulp without a sweat. That's when he named you Lily, well actually he would call you Lily of the valley because you were beautiful but deadly. He trained you to fight and be as quiet as a snake. Soon after, he started giving you jobs from the guild, which you made quick work of. You always brought in the bounties alive which Karga loved about you; you were one of his favourites. You were very confident in yourself, never letting anyone step over you which caused you lots of problems since you never stayed silent when someone insulted you or tried to belittle you. Most humans would try to do just that only because you were Twi-Lekki...and a woman.

You kept walking while everyone in the bar turned their heads as they watched you as you left.

You are a lekku women with pink skin and green eyes. Twi-Lekki were known for being beautiful because of their slender forms and stunning human-like faces, even though there were always used as slaves or prostitutes. You never gave into that. You stood your ground and became a very known bounty hunter. Many doubted your strength but were always shown to have judged otherwise when you came back to the guild with muiltple jobs done at once. When they noticed this, men always came to beg for your hand or even to pay you to do "favours" for them. That's what made you different from most women in Navarro or Tattooine; you were different in every way possible, which made you a prize.

On your way to your ship you noticed foot steps behind you as you kept walking. You were being followed by two men from the guild that clearly thought they could have their way with you. You quickly turn around on your heels and faced them with your blaster in hand and pointed it straight at the first man's head and smiled.

"How rude of you to follow a lady." you grinned.

As the second man started coming at you with a knife, you quickly kicked him in the only area that was important and he dropped to the ground huffing in pain.

"You gonna walk away?" you asked as you looked up to the man that was under your gun and he didn't say anything. You hit him on the head with your gun and he dropped down to the ground as well right beside his friend.

"You should be ashamed of yourself." you laughed and kicked dirt at them.

Walking away you knew for a fact that they weren't gonna keep following you. After most people notice your strength and will, they usually backed off not wanting to get pummelled, but there was always an odd bunch that kept trying.

NEXT DAY

Walking out of your ship you headed to the area that Karga mentioned and noticed a transport ship land in the area you were headed to. A man clad in armour soon walked past coming from his own ship. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of his shiny helmet and couldn't help but to look in awe. Mismatches of rusty red and dark grey matte pieces lined the man with obvious scratches and dents in it. A worn leather bullet belt was strapped to his torso while a long protruding metal rifle hung to his back. His cape moved with each step as he walked with confidence. You knew this man, he was part of your guild and was also a favourite of Karga. You kept your gaze on him as he entered doors guarded with storm troopers adorned in their white shiny armour. They weren't very bright but god did you ever despise them.

When you were young, your parents always told you stories about Ryloth, the planet that your race descended from. It was beautiful but now it was just a sad wasteland. After the Clones Wars, The Empire took over and sold many Twi-Lekkis to be slaves and murdered dozens. That caused you a huge amount of anger towards the Imperials and anyone who sided with them.

You kept walking through the dry barren mountains which covered the planet. Headed back to your ship, deciding that you were not gonna get involved with The Empire.

Your ship is stunning. It's a U-Wing star fighter stripped of any colour it once had. The ship reflected a shiny metallic grey that made it very eye catching and noticeable, which most bounty hunters avoided as it would draw much attention to it. Inside every inch is covered with green foliage from all over the galaxy. You also hated the silence so there was a constant string of music bouncing throughout your ship's interior.

Walking into your ship, you go straight to the cockpit and begin flipping all the switches and starting the pre-flight sequence. You turn around and go to the privy. As a Twi-Lekki, you got hot easily as your body heat is much higher than regular humans or any other alien, which of course you hated. There were only a few things that bothered you as you were very patient. If people actually took the time to get to know you they'd think it was a cocky personality for one. But you weren't cocky which most people thought. You were just firm with your opinions and statements.

You sat down in the pilot seat and leaned back drifting into a slumber. You mind drifted to memories of your past.

As a child your parents were your whole world. You had nothing but love for them who gave you everything. Well, everything a poor family could get. You can still remember one of the best days you had with them. When you where 7 years old, you walked along the dune-backed floors of Tattooine while holding your mothers hand. Your mother was beautiful, which you got all of your features from. You tugged at your moms hand.

"Mommy look" you said as your pointed at a headband. With your luck, it was the first day in a while that your parents had extra credits. They bought you the beautiful head band embedded with jewels and flowers. This was one of the very few memories you had. They loved you dearly for the first 9 years of your life and then out of no where sold you to a human. Why? You never got to find out as when you finally were able to escape, your parents were already dead or at least that's what you knew of.

You were never one to hold a grudge but you did with your parents. How could they sell their only child? One part of you understood as most Twi-Lekkis were poor but again it should have never gotten to that. You strived to be better than your parents and to never take anything for granted, especially to never give up your freedom.

You didn't follow the same fate and fought to become a bounty hunter as you would never let a man lay his hands on you without your permission.

THE NEXT MORNING

You had been called into the guild again by Karga for an urgent matter. As you exited your ship, you were met with the bright rays of the sun walking through the dusty streets to the guild bar where all the other bounty hunters met. You sat down at a table that was empty and were approached by none other than Karga.

"I want you to go after the Manadalorian." he stated furiously while clutching his torso in pain.

"Why the Mandalorian? I thought he was the best in the guild." you held the tracker that he placed on the table.

"He's gone rogue. I'm willing to pay 10,000 credits to bring him in dead."

Your eyes widened at the number that left his lips. You accepted and stood up about to leave the bar 'till Karga grabbed you hand.

"If you don't bring him in, if you fail," he paused, "you are out of the guild."

You smirked. "Have I ever failed you?" You roughly pulled your hand away and walked out of the guild.

This must be very urgent as Karga has never threatened you before.

You made you way back onto your ship and headed to Tattooine and landed in Mos Espa. You exited your ship and walked through the gritty streets that had beige buildings and street markets thrown together in no particular design. Many aliens had their eyes on you as you kept walking. This was the constant behaviour of any man that saw you.

You quickly checked your tracker as it flashed its crimson light and the beeping intensified. It meant that you were headed into the right area. You made your way into a hanger with 3-5 written beside the rusty door. As the door hissed open, you were met with a short curly haired lady as you walked though piles of scrap metal and small droids.

"Well look at you, you're gorgeous!" she exclaimed with an faint southern accent. "How can I help you?"

You smiled at her. "I'm looking for a Mandalorian." you said as you walked closer to her and extended your hand to shake hers, which she enthusiastically did. You watched as a droid handed her a green baby that giggled at you.

"It depends who's asking." she said as she played with the baby.

You tossed her some credits and she raised her eyebrows.

"I like you." the woman says with a smile as she tucks the credits away in her pocket. "You just missed him. He went off on a mission with some handsome young fella."

You nodded your head and got closer to play with the baby. His small hands wrapped around your fingers.

"Do you mind if I stay here and wait for him?"

She quickly handed you the baby.

"By all means! I do need a couple extra hands now with the kid. My name's Peli." she said as she walked away and started working on the razor crest.

"My name is Lily" you said as you continued playing with the the baby.

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It was early morning when you were awoken by the hanger door hissing as it opened. You quickly made your way into the Mandalorian's starship and hid as you knew that if Mando saw you he would shoot you on the spot. It wasn't Mando but a young man that went up to Peli and the baby and pointed his blaster to her head.

"Stand up." he said.

Peli jumped as she was fast asleep before the rude awakening. She slowly stood up as she glanced at you where you hid.

"Where's the Mandalorian?" she asked the young man while holding the baby with one hand and the other in the air.

He pushed her to walk up the ramp and into the Razor Crest. "Oh he should be arriving any minute now" he said as he got Peli to hide in the shadows of the starship near where you were.

About ten minutes had past as you suddenly heard metal scraps clatter to the ground. The young man forced Peli to get up and he took the baby in his arms.

"Took you long enough, Mando." the man stated as he made his way out of the Razor Crest. The ramp shook with each footstep.

Out of the shadows you could see the reflection of the beskar that the Mandalorian had on.

"Looks like I'm calling the shots now. Huh, partner?" He said as he looked at the Mandalorian who was pointing his gun at him. "Drop your blaster and raise 'em."

You grinned to yourself clearly noticing that this "bounty hunter" was fairly inexperienced. The sound of the blaster hitting the floor echoed through the hanger

"Cuff him." the man said while Peli made her way down to the Mandalorian. Her head hung low as she was terrified.

"You're a guild traitor, Mando" he stuck his finger at him while Peli faked cuffing Mando. "And I'm willing to bet that this here is the target you helped escape."

The man then focused his gun on the baby.

"Fennec was right. Bringing you in won't just make me a member of the guild. It'll make me legendary" he returned his aim to Mando.

You slowly creeped up to the young man as he was about to shoot and hit him on the crown of his head with your own blaster. He loudly groaned and hit the sandy floor.

Peli was in shock as she ran to grab the baby that fell to the floor with him. The Mandalorian rolled to the side of the ship and pointed his blaster at you.

"Don't shoot her!" Peli exclaimed as you raised your hands.

The Mandalorian quickly made his way up the ramp with booming steps. He roughly grabbed you wrist and shoved you to the wall inside the razor crest. He then held you against it with his hand around your neck.

"Who sent you here!?" He angerily said as he tightened his grip making you squeal and grab onto his forearm.

"I was sent by Karga." you gasped as he eased his grip on your throat but didn't let go.

"Are you following the kid or me?" his voice was deep as it rung through your ears.

"Just you." you said as you closed your eyes thinking he was gonna hurt you more but instead you felt tugging at your boots.

As the sun started to rise and a blanket of orange paved the hanger, the Mandalorian looked down to see the baby pulling at your footwear and smiling up at you. Mando let go as he turned around and shot the man that laid on the ground. With a bright flash, the baby hugged your leg out of fear. You picked him up and held him close, fixing his little brown baggy robes. Surprisingly the Mandalorian didn't utter a single word after the little fiasco you were in.

"You better take care of him" Peli said as she came up to you and played with the baby's hands. Although she wasn't talking to you.

Mando bent down, searched the man's body and took the credits from his pockets and handed them to Peli.

"Does that cover me?" the Mandalorian said as Peli counted the credits.

You made your way up to Peli and added some credits from your own stash, which were hidden in shaft of your boot. You smiled at her. "Thank you for being so kind" you said.

She smiled back "Yeah. Yes, this is gonna cover you." she said while quickly putting them away and keeping her hands in her pockets.

Mando turned around and headed back into his ship at that point. "Are you gonna come or what?" he asked.

You nodded your head and followed him up.

"Alright pit droids, let's drag this outta here." Peli hollered as the droids beeped clearly not knowing where to take the dead body. "I don't know. Drag it to Beggars Canyon." she sighed as she looked at them.

That was the last thing you heard as the ramp to the ship closed. The Mandalorian made his way up to the cockpit and you still followed with the baby in arms. You sat in the co-pilot seat, hearing switches being flipped on to lift the Razor Crest off the ground and into the navy blue sky that mixed with a dust of orange.

The baby tugged at your tails that were unique to the Lekku race. The baby babbled while looking up at you with his big brown eyes. You look over at Mando who was piloting his ship. He flips a switch setting it into auto pilot and spins his metal chair around to face you.

"He likes you." Mando said with a gloved hand on his knee.

"Was this the bounty that you were given?" you questioned him as the ship swayed through space.

He nodded his head. "It just didn't feel right." he turned around and unscrewed the top to one of his controls and handed it to the baby. The kid was fascinated as he rolled it around the palms of his hands.

You nodded you head in agreement. What did the guild want with a baby? Why did they want him dead? He was so innocent. This tale seeming very close to what you experienced when you were young.

"Why should I trust you?" the mandolorian said as he reached out to hold the baby's hand.

"I would never hurt a child. It's against my code." you said as you looked down at the baby.

He was surprised with the word you said. "What's your code?" he asked as the ship sped up as it went into hyperdrive. A whirlpool of blue lights illuminated the cockpit.

"I don't harm the weak or innocent. I don't attack without motive." you looked up at him and he slowly nodded his head.

"You're different than most Twi-Lekku women I've met." he said as he turned around and grabbed hold of the controls to steer the starship.

You stayed silent for a while surprised by the fact that the Mandalorian was nothing like people described him. Cold and emotionless which was every trait of a bounty hunter. He seemed very captivated by the child. He cared which wasn't something he did often. This was something accustomed to you as well. This was the beginning of something very important.

#din djarin #the mandalorian #fanfic #smut #Spotify

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starksvixen · 4 years ago

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Part 1 - The Deal

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Summary: The Child wasn’t the first time Mando broke a contract to save someone. You were the first, presumed dead thanks to help after he was supposed to capture you. Now, you work under a false name with Mando to pay off your dues. However, as time drags on and he breaks another Guild contract, buried feelings between you two bubble to the surface.

Warnings: Violence, sarcasm, some pretty spicy angst

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter alludes to different types of abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.

Against the harsh winds of Hoth, your wisps of breath seemed like a whisper. Pulling your hood further over your head in attempt to block out the cold, you trudge on through the many feet of snow before you. On the run, a bandit, an escapee, a one way gate to a mighty sum. That’s all you were to anyone anymore. But who were you before that?

You were nothing.

During the Siege of Mandalore, you were separated from your parents, and quickly snatched away.

Dropped on the doorstep of a ring fighter, your life was nothing but pain and struggle. From the moment you could walk, you were trained with blasters, snipers, sabers, any weapon imaginable. You learned within days that losing was not an option. Not unless you wanted another slew of scars to appear upon your back. Not unless you wanted to be locked into the room with the opposing handler you had lost too.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You broke out from it all, trying to kill your handler in the process. Unfortunately, you had to choose between your freedom and killing the bastard that took it in the first place. For years, you kept bounty hunters off your trail, habiting the most desolate of planets. With each day passing by, the sum would get higher, the more hunters sniffing you out.

That’s what lead you here, on the frozen, desolate rock known as Hoth. Bundled in Gherlian fur lined coat and pants, you found refuge in a small cave that blocked you from the bitter snap of the wind. Exhaling once more, you watched as the frozen air quickly disappear. Why couldn’t it take you with it?

You pull out what’s left of your rations and water from your pouch in an effort to find your fire starter. Except it wasn’t there.

“Haar’chak!” you exclaim in Mando’a, your mother tongue.

A subtle crunch in the snow reverberates into your ear, making you want to freeze. You resist the urge, to hesitate was weak. Instead, you feign innocence in trying to find the stolen starter. Really, you were slipping out your dull blade, ready for the attack.

“I haven’t heard that language in a long time” a modulated voice says from behind you, holding a very warm blaster to your head.

Without a stutter, you spin on your ankle and stand, smacking the blaster away. Still holding the blade, you press it right under the masked menaces helmet, where the only skin you could see that was exposed. His hand quickly grabs the dagger, twisting your wrist to turn you around.

But you were smarter. As he spins you, you send your ankle back, hitting him right where the sun don’t shine. A loud groan translates through the helmet with static, but he doesn’t back down. Wrapping his arm around your neck, he holds you close to his body, grabbing a knife of his own.

“Give up,” his static filled voice says.

“Hmm, no,” you whisper despite the lack of air, sending your head into his face and escaping his grip.

As he recollects himself, you kick the fallen blaster in front of yourself, bending down, seizing it, and aiming it directly for his helmet. But your steady hand becomes shaken as you get the full view of your attempted captor.

“You’re a Mandalorian,” you say.

“You’re a smart one, aren’t you?” he spits, sarcasm laced in his tone.

Knowing that the helmet is made of Beskar, you drop the now useless blaster and sigh.

“I thought a man of your honor would leave me alone,”

“I’m a part of the Guild. I don’t ask questions.”

“Maybe you should,” you reply, an intense glare in his direction sent from your eyes.

“Look, lady, I’m just here for the money. I don’t care about your life story,” the Mandalorian says as he pulls a pair of cuffs from his belt.

With a sigh, you hold your wrists out like reflex, ready to be trapped once again.

“How much do they want for me now?” you ask as he clasps the metal tightly around your wrists.

“Why do you need to know?”

“Don’t you think a girl wants to know her worth?”

“You’re mouthy,”

“You’re clueless,”

The Mandalorian releases a harsh sigh before pushing you out from the crevice that had protected you both from Hoth’s winds. Within a matter of minutes, you were on the ship and being shoved towards the carbonite freezer. You remember the tool all too well, being familiar with it’s affects. Without any control, you feel the cold touch of fear trace the scars along your spine, making you shiver. The masked menace looks towards you in question. You keep your line of sight forward, swallowing the bile that had piled in your throat from nerves with force.

Unexpectedly, he turns you towards some spare seats and sits you down into one. He straps you in, avoiding eye contact through his visor at all costs.

“While you’re taking me to that bastard,” you mumble. “do me a favor? Look up (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

He still avoids eye contact, pulling a way and climbing up the ladder nearby to what you assumed was the cockpit. You feel the ship roar to life and all you can do is lean your head against the metal wall. It was going to be a short ride through hyperspace, so you let your eyes flutter close, gaining any sleep you could for the torture ahead.

You’re awoken by the rustling of the Mandalorian grabbing weapons from a closet close to you. The ship’s loud thrusters had drawn quiet and the knawing pain at the pit of your gut told you to run. But you know you were stuck, captured, doomed.

The Mandalorian tugs you from the seat with a rough hand and shoves you out of the ship, stepping onto the planet’s surface you swore to never step on again. He directs you through the crowd of hunters and beggars alike, heading towards the building you knew was coming.

As you approached it, he raps on the door the secret code you had memorized from years ago. The door is opened within seconds and you both are ushered inside, uncontrollable tears filling your eyes as you stare down to hall to your owner.

“I told you...I own you, bitch,” his voice scratched, scarring your ears just like the real ones adorning your body.

“Slanar at haran,” you whisper like poison dripping from your lips.

‘Go to hell,’ the Mandalorian stationed by your side translated to himself.

“You’ll pay for that...” he seethes, a disgusting smile breaking the many wrinkles on his face. “Why don’t you show your Mandalorian friend a good time, as a bonus to your return home?”

You want to vomit right there, a violent shiver over taking your body at the thought. But then the Mandalorian surprises you.

“I don’t want your payment, Arro,” he says calmly, without a quiver in his voice.

“Are you sure? She is quite talented, Mando,” Arro replies with the same disgusting smile.

As Arro speaks, you feel Mando’s hand slip across to your hands bound behind you and unlock them. Adrenaline fills your veins in response.

“I want her,” he replies coldly.

The cool metal of a spare blaster embraces your hand. It makes it nearly impossible to suppress the grin bursting through onto your face, imagining Arro’s slumped body on his seedy throne.

“Well you have her, Mando,” Arro replies, his grin becoming disgustingly excitable as he stands.

“Not like that, demagolka,” he says, quickly aiming his blaster at him.

‘Damn,’ you thought, following his lead and aiming your blaster. “he really just called him a real life monster.’

The soldiers surrounding you both quickly aimed their own blasters at you. With a small chuckle, you quickly turn in unison with the Mandalorian, taking out the soldiers with the ease of a trigger beneath your finger.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Arro trying to escape from your wrath against him. You quickly aim, but couldn’t find the motivation to pull the trigger while pointed at his head. No...that monster didn’t deserve something as sweet as death. Instead, you aimed lower, quickly shooting both of his knees out from under him. You swore you heard Mando whisper something, but all you could see was red.

Walking over to the whimpering man, you kicked him in the ribs hard enough to hear some cracking beneath your force. Kneeling in front of his face, you turn your head and force him to look at you.

“Come for me...and my name will be engraved across your face,” you whisper menacingly.

Standing back up, you kick him hard enough to send him into a state of unconsciousness. Turning back to the Mandalorian, you noticed he hadn’t moved one inch.

“Vor entye,” you express your thanks, expecting him to leave after you admission.

“C’mon, we should get to the ship before more of his Imps come back,”

Without another word, he walks out the door with you following close behind, a confused look scrunching up your face.

Once you returned, the Mandalorian wordlessly closed the doors to the ship behind you. He walks over to another hidden closet, tossing you a new blaster and a newly crafted blade.

“I could use a new partner,” he says without turning towards you.

“I’m gonna need a new name then, Mando,” you reply, looking at the blaster and tucking it into your worn holster.

“Dar’manda,” he states matter of factly, his visor finally pointed towards you. “But I’m still calling you (Y/N).”

The name fit perfectly for you. In Mando’a it meant a state of not being a Mandalorian, not by choice or by being an outsider. Rather, it was to describe one who lost their heritage.

“Yes, sir,” you say out of reflex, something deeply engrained into you thanks to Arro.

“It’s just Mando.”

You simply nod, sheathing your new blade. Mando quickly makes his way over to the ladder braced against one of the walls. Before he fully climbs up, he turns back to you.

“You coming?”

With a soft smirk, you nod, following him into the cockpit.

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awriterpretendingtowrite · 4 years ago

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The Stowaway Scene

I wrote Chapter 4 of The Stowaway (my AO3 MandalorianxReader fic) from Din’s perspective. Click keep reading to get a glimpse into Mando’s brain as he works through his feelings for his new companion.

Dank Farrik: A One Shot

Having Y/N on the Crest with me was something I never anticipated being so… warm. That was the only word I could have used. She brought a warmth to the ship that was hard to describe. She didn’t fill the hole that the kid left, but she kept me from thinking about him too much. There was always something new with Y/N. She always needed to say something or bother me in another way. I couldn’t get three hour’s peace with her banging around the ship.

But she hadn’t bothered me for several hours, and I started to get worried. Not about her, but about what she could be messing up down below. I didn’t want to have to repair the carbonite system again this year. It was an expensive repair and only available in certain parts of the galaxy. I didn’t have the credits for that.

I stood and jumped down into the hold where Y/N was sitting by a wall.

All the lights went out. Y/N muttered a curse under her breath. I wasn’t exactly surprised at the lighting outage; I figured she would do something like this eventually. She kept messing with the wires in the hold. Even I didn’t know what they all did, yet she insisted on messing with them.

Looking up the ladder, I could see the warp-speed stars lighting up the cockpit, but there was no light down in the hold.

I sighed and, walking to where I knew Y/N was sitting fixing wires, turned on the light on my helmet.

She jumped at the sudden light, and said, “Kriff, Mando, don’t scare me like that. You might take the Razor Crest out of commission.” I could tell she was trying to joke, and I smiled a little.

“What were you doing?” I asked. She had wires tangled all over her arms, and I figured that she had accidentally pulled one to make the lights go out. She didn’t realize how loud and bothersome she was sometimes; it was endearing.

She huffed and responded, “Untangling these wires. They were a mess.”

I turned my head, and as I did, accidentally shone the light in her face. She blinked and turned away, and I immediately felt bad. I looked away, slightly embarrassed, and a discarded wire cover on the floor caught my eye. It was perfectly smooth. I knew that this particular wire cover had been bent to the point that Peli Motto had left it be when she last fixed the ship because she didn’t think she would be able to fix it.

But Y/N… she’d done it.

“You fixed this?”

Y/N furrowed her brow slightly. “Well, yeah. It’s not like anyone else was doing it.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. She had seen something that didn’t need to be done but would benefit the ship and just did it. I didn’t realize that having that bent wire cover had been bothering me, but a weight lifted from my shoulders. Y/N helped me and likely didn’t realize it.

I looked back to her, making sure to keep my light out of her eyes. “Thank you,” I said sincerely.

Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted in… shock? But she blinked once and said, “You’re welcome.” Turning back to the wires, she continued to untangle them.

I turned the light to the wires and asked, “Can you see?”

“Well enough,” was the short reply, and she kept working, deftly twisting wire after wire around the others. I watched as her nimble fingers never paused, leaping from place to place.

After a while, I sat down on the floor behind her, my legs aching from crouching for so long. I moved slightly closer to her so that my light was illuminating the wires better.

My heart rate increased, my pulse pounding painfully in my throat. I took slow, deep breaths to steady it, but nothing helped. Why did I feel like this? I wasn’t in danger, nor was she. Yet, my stomach was tight, my heart was racing, and I couldn’t think straight.

Y/N’s hands were shaking, so I figured that it might just be the dark affecting us both. But I wasn’t afraid of it, and neither was she, I was sure. She didn’t seem to be afraid of anything. It was admirable.

It dawned on me that she likely hadn’t eaten anything since she came down here. That would explain her shaking. I didn’t want her to forget to eat.

Speaking quietly to not alarm her with how close I was, I asked, “How long has it been since you’ve eaten?”

Her shoulders tensed, and I worried that I had startled her anyway. But she replied, “I don’t know,” in a steady voice, so I responded, “Then hurry up with the lights so you can get some food. Your hands are shaking too much for you to do anything right now.”

Her shoulders relaxed, and she went back to work, shaking slightly harder, I thought. I noticed that the back of her neck was slightly red, the shade darkening by the second. I realized that I was staring at her freckled skin, and when I tried to look elsewhere, I couldn’t.

I was finally able to tear my eyes away from her neck, feeling strange, and I noticed that a loose wire was hanging in her way that she was unable to move.

Pushing away my discomfort at my inability to look away from her, I shifted and leaned forward to grab the troublesome wire, holding it out of her way.

She froze, and I realized that I was all but embracing her. My eyes widened, and I raised my eyebrows. My heart continued to beat hard and fast at the realization, and I couldn’t shake the fact that her hair was right beneath my helmet. I realized that I had never seen her without my tinted visor. I wondered what she would look like without the filter.

No, I couldn’t just take off my helmet. The Creed forbade it. Those thoughts… I must have been hungry as well. The thoughts couldn’t possibly be because I was sitting so close to Y/N in the dark.

She was frozen, and I made sure my light was shining on as much of the panel as I could so she could keep working. With a trembling hand, she plugged in the missing wire and the lights around us flickered to life with a soft electronic hum.

I let go of the stray wire and quickly stood. “I’ll… be back with some soup,” I said, needing to get up to the cockpit to clear my head. Maybe I just needed to get away from Y/N.

I climbed the ladder two steps at a time. I was too shaken to do much, just grab some soup and rehydrate it in the storage room. Usually, I just made one for her, eating mine alone in the privacy of the cockpit, but I wanted to spend a little more time with her. She was a lively presence to be around. Anyone would want to spend more time with her, not just me.

I stepped on the top rung of the ladder, and Y/N came running to get her bowl from me. I worried for a moment that she wouldn’t want me to stay. However, the slight, ever-present smile on her lips indicated otherwise.

I handed her a bowl, then climbed down the ladder carefully. She sat on a storage box; I sat on the one next to her. She took a sip of the soup, turned slightly away from me.

I lifted my helmet slightly to drink my soup. My vision was incredibly limited as the visor rose above my eye level, so I silently took off my helmet all the way, careful to watch Y/N to make sure she wouldn’t turn and look at me. She was looking straight ahead, and as I watched, she took another sip of her soup, smile widening.

I realized that I was looking at Y/N for the first time, no visor in the way. I found myself staring again at her, so I quickly finished my soup. I slid my helmet back on, and in the safety of its privacy, I couldn’t help myself from staring at her face as she turned to me, still sipping her soup. Her eyes, her mouth, her freckles… all were things I was unable to draw my eyes from. What was wrong with me?

Her eyes flicked over my armor, and she asked, “What’s your signet?”

It took me a moment to realize that she was talking to me, and I glanced dumbly down at my pauldron.

“It’s a Mudhorn,” I said, my automatic neutral tone in my voice.

She tilted her head and a short lock of hair fell onto her forehead. I resisted the urge to reach forward and brush it away. Y/N turned to face me fully, and I tried to even my breathing as she stared at me curiously, clearing wanting to hear about the Mudhorn.

I put down my soup bowl, desperately buying time for my racing heart to calm. It was becoming frustrating at this point. I turned to face her, mirroring her stance.

“You’re not going to stop asking until you hear the story, aren’t you?” I asked, and her fake-innocent smile made the knot in my stomach tighten.

I shook my head. No, it couldn’t possibly be Y/N causing my heart to beat so fast and my stomach to feel so odd. But as I told Y/N the story of finding the kid, as she raised her eyebrows and asked questions about the kid, I found myself becoming relaxed because of her presence.

When she said, “I’m sorry for not saving him from the Moff’s experiments,” I was drawn out of my distracted thoughts of her eyes.

“You were with him?” I asked. I hadn’t uttered a word about the kid since that Jedi who was practically just a boy had taken him away.

Y/N swallowed, nervous. “I was hiding in the vents, remember? I wanted to help him, but—”

“You would have been killed.” I realized that I cared about Y/N. The thought of her death was painful, sending a stabbing pain through my heart. To have a galaxy without her smile seemed impossible. In another attempt to keep my thoughts off of her, I asked, “What experiments did he do on the kid?”

As she spoke, I stared into her eyes. For a moment, I wished she could see mine.

She finished talking, and I had no words for a moment. Finally, I said, “After we get more credits for fuel, we’re going after Bo-Katan.” Not only would I be able to wring the Moff’s neck for what he did to the kid, but it meant that maybe Y/N would stay on the Crest for a while longer.

“Agreed,” she said, and I looked up at her. Her cheeks turned red, and she stumbled over her words, explaining that the kid must have known she was there. She was cute when she blushed.

“He knew what the Jedi was before he was even on the ship,” I said quickly, trying and failing to ignore what I had just thought. “It’s possible he knew you were there.”

Y/N set her face in a determined expression. She promised, “I promise I’ll stick with you until Moff Gideon gets what he deserves for doing that to The Child, Mando.”

“Din.” The word was out of my mouth before I thought about it.

“What?” Y/N’s eyebrows raised, and I looked away.

“My name. Din Djarin.” The words felt foreign leaving my mouth. I hadn’t said the names in so long that they didn’t feel like they were mine anymore. “You can stop calling me Mando.” I couldn’t bear to hear her call me what everyone else called me anymore. She was different. She cared about me. I cared about her.

I looked back to her as she said, “Alright then, Din.” And just like that, the name was sweet and familiar, transformed just by the way she said it. “I vow to help you give Moff Gideon what’s coming to him,” she finished.

My heart thumped in my throat as I realized that she was choosing to stay with me. “Good.” I wanted her to stay. I wanted us to be more than this.

I blinked. I… wanted to be more than friends with Y/N. My first friend since I had left the tribe, and I had fallen for her charm and sparkling personality. And yet, I doubted that I stood a chance. I was a Mandalorian and an ex-bounty hunter. I was calluses and hard words. She was sunshine and fresh air. There was no way she would ever return my feelings for her.

Dank farrik. I was in over my head, and yet I was happy to drown.

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