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It had been three months since you had last seen the Mandalorian. Han and Chewbacca helped you fix your ship up and you were back to living life on Tattooine as it had before, stealing things off of people and selling them for double the price. You still had your dreams, though, which were quite annoying. It was either the memory of your father passing, Luke leaving, or some positive memory with Luke. It was damn near painful sometimes but you sucked it up and got over it.

Your kyber crystal had been calling to more lately - which put you on edge. The more it called to you the more stressed you were - the Force was trying to tell you something but you couldn’t tell what it was. You even tried to meditate on it and you got nothing in response. Not a damn thing. You were frustrated - tired of all the clouded visions. All of this didn’t start happening until you met that damn Mandalorian and his foundling. Everything was perfectly fine up until then.

You had a sinking feeling in your stomach lately. Between the dreams and the feeling in your stomach along with your crystal calling to you, you were on edge 24/7. You didn’t want to bother Leia about it, as she could just tell you to go see her and figure it out. She was starting to get stressed too, no thanks to Han and Ben’s growing abilities. The last thing you wanted to do was to give her another problem to worry about, so you were on your own.

Your day started out like any other. You had taken your speeder to Mos Eisley to restock on some food that you had run out of and to see if any parts for your ship were on sale. You had that feeling in your stomach again but you had gotten used to ignoring it and moving on. The second you stepped into the marketplace though, something was off.

For starters, all eyes were on you. Which was strange because it wasn’t like you were an outsider. You frequented the market several times a week, everyone knew you and you knew them. Secondly, the Stormtroopers patrolling the area were a big red flag. You started to back up, which unfortunately backed you right up into one. You tried to scurry away but you were recognized.

“You there!” a Trooper in a Black uniform said. You froze as it walked up to you, starting to shake. “You were seen with a Mandalorian in these parts recently. You need to come with us.”

“Yeah I was seen with a Mandalorian who tried to take me in. I don’t know where he is.” you said defensively. You saw the Trooper look over at his partner quickly before he draw his blaster out and pointed it at you. "You're kidding me, right?" you groaned.

"You are coming with us." he threatened you. You rolled your eyes as you sprung into action, throwing a punch in between the legs - just as a blaster shot was fired in the distance at the Trooper. You didn't think twice as you pulled another punch at a Trooper and dashed off to your speeder. You were being shot at by other Troopers now, at double the shot.

"So they found out." you heard a familiar, modulated voice say from the side of you.

"How did I know this would be your fault?" you asked the Mandalorian as the two of you ran to your speeder, starting it up and high-tailing it away from the marketplace. There were still a few on your trail that he was shooting out, the sounds of your speeder, his shots, and the laughter of the kid echoing through your ears. At least someone was having a good time.

"Someone must have said something. We need to get off this planet - go left!" he said to you.

"What, to your ship?!" you asked bitterly. You wanted to get to your home, which was safe for you. To your ship where you could get the hell off the planet and hide.

"Do you want to lead them back to your home?" he snapped. Okay, so he had a point. You didn't want them going back to your home, even as remote and hidden as it was in the mountains. You veered your speeder left as he kept shooting, the kid toppling over in the process. "Watch it!" the Mandalorian shouted to you as the kid started to whimper.

"Strap him in or something!" you shouted back to him. You could see his ship coming up in the distance and in an effort to get there faster, started to kick up the auxiliary. "Hold on!" you told the Mandalorian as you punched forward, hearing him grunt in response. A shot nearly hit you but the Mandalorian acted quickly as you approached his ship in a matter of seconds, slamming on the breaks.

"Next time, I drive." he huffed as he grabbed the child and your arm and dragged you out of the speeder.

"Hey - my - "

"Shut up and get on the ship!" the Mandalorian said as he put the baby in the ship. You grunted as you listened, running onto his ship as you watched him board your speeder in the cargo hold. Well at least he did one nice thing for you. The Mandalorian closed the hangar door and jumped up to the cockpit, grabbing the baby as he climbed the ladder. You followed as you heard Troopers now beginning to fire on the ship.

"Where the hell are we going?" you asked him as you picked the child up from the co-pilots chair and sat yourself down in it.

"Far enough away that Moff Gideon and his army won't find us." Now that made your stomach lurch. Moff Gideon is someone who you know has been continuing the Empire on a low-key basis, thanks to Leia, somehow faking his death. She's been trying to catch him in the act for years but hasn't been able to find him or come close.

"Excuse me did you say - " The ship started to take off the ground in a hurry, you lurching forward in your seat and holding the baby tightly.

"Shut up now, ask questions later." the Mandalorian snapped. You glared at the back of his helmet as he piloted the ship out of the planet's atmosphere and then promptly, into hyperspace. You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding and sunk back into the seat. The kid started to tap on your arms happily, excited to see you again clearly.

"So now will you tell me why Moff Gideon is after you?" you asked him. He turned to look at you and sighed.

"He was the one who put the bounty out on the kid last year. I thought I killed him last year but somehow, he's survived. He has the kid's tracking fob still active and can hunt us down anywhere." the bounty hunter explained to you.

"You've got to me kidding me." you said to him. "You're a bounty hunter how did you not kill him right the first time around?" you asked again, frustrated.

"I thought crashing his TIE fighter was enough. I thought wrong." he said, annoyance over his tone. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. "Look, I only found this out a couple of weeks ago when he tried to shoot me down in the Outer Rim. I didn't know he'd try to find you." he added semi-apologetically.

"Yeah well you better fucking hope he doesn't trace the kid and I back to Chandrilla or your ass is dead." you said, your mind flashing to Leia and Ben. He wouldn't try to go after them, right? Especially not since Leia is a senator, right? Who in their right mind would go after a senator?

"Relax. They're protected enough, he wouldn't dare. Too risky." the Mandalorian said to you. You sighed in relief as the kid babbled happily in your arms. A silence fell upon you, an uncomfortable one. You still had questions for him, but you knew he'd get annoyed the more questions you asked.

"Where are we going?" you figured that question was safe, you deserved to know where you were headed.

"Nevarro." he answered after a long pause, probably aware of what your reaction would be.

"Are you serious?" you asked him in disbelief. Leia had told you about a shoot-out on Nevarro from a year ago with a bunch of Imperials, you assumed now that was the instance in which he thought he killed Gideon. Why on earth he was bringing you there was beyond you.

"I need supplies and a job. It's a pitstop before we keep going." he added. You supposed he was right and that it was a good reason, but back to the planet were it all happened was a mistake to you.

"So what, we're going to just keep moving and hope he doesn't find us?" you asked him.

"Yup." the Mandalorian left it at that. You huffed in annoyance and aggravation that you were dragged into something that you didn't want to be apart of. That you had to leave behind your home, your life, because of this stupid bounty hunter. "If we keep moving, it’s easier to throw them off." he added to try to make the situation better, or to make you understand.

"Yeah, I know. I'm not an idiot. I was apart of the rebellion for a day." you said to him. That got him to turn his attention to you.

"A day?" he asked.

"Yeah and then my father got killed so I left. Anything else you want to know?" you asked him. That seemed to shut him up and he turned back to staring out the window of the ship in hyperspace. You let out a small sigh as you leaned back into your seat.

You had forgotten that you had the kid in your arms until he started to tap on your shoulder to get your attention. He stared up at you wide-eyed and a smile on his little face, making your heart melt. He started to do that thing like the last time - flashing images through your mind to communicate with you.

He showed images of what he and the Mandalorian have been up to the past few months - different hunts and things. The kid was particularly proud of a moment where he managed to make all the guns in the Mandalorian's armory float by using the Force. It made you laugh because of how stressed the Mandalorian was, but the little guy wanted you to be proud of him. He wanted you to be proud of him because he knew that you understood him.

And then he played a scene in your head that you weren't expecting to see.

——

Lightsaber in hand, you attacked. Or at least, you tried too. Your opponent was stronger than you and you were struggling to come up against them. The blade hummed as you retreated, panting for breath and sweat pouring down your body.

"Again." your father said to you, going back to his first position and watching you. You sighed and nodded, working to gather your composure.

You brought your saber up to your fighting position and went for it again. Naturally, Obi-Wan Kenobi was able to block your attacks with ease, every single damn one. It made you frustrated, angry - how were you supposed to learn to win if the only partner you have is/was a Jedi Master?

"Clear your head - don't let your thoughts take control." he lectured to you, striking back at one of your attacks. You groaned this time as you attempted to keep going.

"I'm trying but considering I can't get a single move in on you, yeah I'm a bit fed up!" you said to him in annoyance. You were starting to get angry - but you couldn't. Anger was for the Sith and you were not going to be a Sith. Hell, you didn't even think you should be a Jedi but here you were.

"Again. Let go of how you are feeling and try." your father certainly had a way with words. You took a deep breath in, for a moment to long it seemed, and your father went to strike you, but this time you were able to block him. "Better already." he commented.

With that bout of confidence you were able to gain a new sense of strength and battle with him. The sounds of your sabers clashing echoed off the mountains and were was sand in your shoes and you were tired and exhausted - but you finally had bested your father, the great Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"You can do whatever you want - so long as you try hard enough and put your mind to it. I know you can."

That was the last time you had ever fought with your father. The next day, Luke Skywalker came along looking for him with his two droids and everything changed.

——

You visibly jumped back and let out a gasp. How in the hell did the baby dig into your memory to uncover that? He was a baby - but he wasn't an ordinary baby. He was a powerful, force sensitive baby. But the fact that he chose that memory - a memory of you fighting back when you were a Jedi Knight. You knew what you had to do, as much as you didn't like it, it was the best option for him. And for you.

"What did he show you?" the Mandalorian asked. You shook your head quickly and turned to face the beskar. You couldn't truly tell him, of course. But if he was actually asking you, it meant that you looked just as shaken up as you felt.

"It's not what he showed me... it's what he pulled from my own memory." you said to him. The Mandalorian tilted his helmet to the side as the baby babbled to himself in your lap. You heard a sigh come through the modulator.

"He's... never done that before. To me. It's something new every day. First, it's saving me from the Mudhorn, then it's harming someone, floating things..." he said from next to you with a sigh. You nodded back, taking in a deep breath yourself. "He needs someone like him - who can help him. I can't help him, Kenobi. Do you know anything about that Jedi that can help us?" he asked.

You started to shake, and it must have been visible because the baby cooed at you and the Mandalorian got out of his chair, putting an arm on your shoulder. It was supposed to be a sign of comfort you thought, but it only made you more nervous. He was right - he needed someone who could help him. That wasn't going to be you, so your only option was -

"Luke Skywalker is his name. I can help you get to him."

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Freedom Part 7 Mandalorian X Reader

Summary: An escaped slave owned by the Hutt clan, with the knowledge of dark clan secrets.  A bounty is set and the best hunter in the parsec is hired, The Mandalorian. Two vastly different paths cross. Both are scarred physically and mentally by their past. Can they ever truly be free? *SLOW BURN*

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of slavery, PTSD, Rape implications, FLUFF, Language, angst

Words: 2.1k

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (You are here), Part 8, Part 9

That night, the night Din was injured and you had completely fallen apart, was the first night that you had ever spent in Din’s arms.

As you sat in the copilot’s seat holding the child attempting to get it to sleep, your thoughts wandered back there.

You woke up with a jolt at the feeling of someone’s arm around your waist, hitting your forehead on the wall next to the cot.

“Ow!” You exclaim softly.

A groan comes from behind you.

“Are you alright?” A deep voice rasps.

You sigh at the sound of Din’s voice, comforted by the fact that it was him and not someone else.

“Hmm,” you breath as you turn over, “just hit my head. ‘M okay.”

Although it was dark, you could just make out Din’s face in front of your own. Although he was awake, his eyes weren’t open, as he laid on his non-injured side.

You can feel his thumb rubbing circles in the small of your back. 

“When did I fall asleep?” You ask.

“A while ago…” he replies.

You must have fallen asleep in his arms and then at some point, he had laid you down and stripped off the rest of his armor.

Although you liked being curled up next to him, this was something new for you.

“I’ve never actually slept in the same bed as…” you trail off in a whisper.

Din chuckles, opening his shining eyes, “Neither have I.”

Suddenly he removes his hand from your back and up towards your face. You flinch when he pushes a lock of hair behind your ear.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” he breathes.

“Not of you or your touch,” you sigh.

You curl into him, your mind screaming at you not to, your heart beating out of your chest, but a feeling deep inside you burns for this intimacy.

Finally, you feel content, happy even. 

You sigh at the memory, the child’s soft snores filling your ears.

“What are you sighing at?” Din asks, turning his helmeted gaze away from steering the ship.

“Nothing,” you hum, setting the child in the bassinet and pushing the button to close it. 

It had been several months since that night, Din had healed well with the help of a lot of bacta. And it seemed that the more time you spent in Din’s arms, the more you healed.

“Alright, I’m going to set the ship down here and we can head into the market to restock on some supplies,” Din said. 

You nod, buckling your blaster holster around your waist. Din always insisted that you wear it just in case the two of you got separated for some reason.

Din lands the Razor Crest with experienced ease, you glance at the bassinet that the child sleeps in.

“Do you think he’ll be alright while we are gone?”

Din nods, “Yeah, this is a sleepy planet, there isn’t much here to begin with. The market is rather small, but it’ll do.”

You both head down the ramp and step onto the soft soil of the new planet.

This planet has large trees that tower above you, creating a thick canopy blocking out the hot sun. However calming the forest had been for a moment was completely lost when you entered the market. Although small, it was bustling with small stands and shoppers. 

The two of you made your way through the small market, Din’s hand resting in the small of your back most of the time. 

Din stops at one stall, carefully examining a few of the small metal trinkets the merchant sells. You get distracted by the next stall over, no one stands there looking, but the framework and tabletop of the stall seem to be covered in some sort of paper.

As Din haggles with the vendor about the pricing of one item you wander over to the deserted stall.

The papers look old, very old. You pick one up reading it, from what you gather it’s a story. You pick up another one and find that it is also a story, but a different one from the first. This peaks your interest.

You continue to examine the stacks and stacks of paper. As you quickly skim through another, you discover that most of them seem to be about an ancient people who use this supposed “force” to move things with their mind and fought the Sith in an everlasting battle against darkness.

You are absorbed in another story when something cold and round presses into your side. You jump at the feeling and you are pushed against the front of the stall.

“Well hello there…” a gravelly voice says from behind you.

“I will ask you kindly, once, to please remove your blaster, your hands, and all the rest of you from my body,” you whisper.

“Nope.” The blaster is pressed harder into your side. You feel your blaster removed from its holster. “Now, you are going to turn around and leave here with me.”

Slowly, you turn and your eyes find a very large man standing behind you, easily twice, if not three times your size. 

He pushes you in the direction he wants you to go, keeping the blaster pressed against your hip under your cloak.

It was just then that Din had finished his deal, and turned around to speak with you. 

The large man hadn’t gotten very far with you, so Din spots you quickly.

“Hey!” he exclaims.

You jolt to a halt at the sound of his modulated voice, the blaster now digging even more into your side.

You hear a single blaster shot and the man standing behind you falls to the ground. You turn back around finding Din standing here, his body tense as he stares at the ground. Your eyes follow the tilt of his helmet, landing on a fob with a small blinking red light in the lifeless hands of the man.

You feel the blood drain from your face as your heart pounds, suddenly feeling as though you are going to throw up.

“We need to leave. Now.”

“Din, I-I’m sorry, I should have been paying more attention,” you stutter.

Din is silent as he grabs your hand and you both run back to the ship. Within minutes the ship was in the air and your mind was racing, unable to fathom what just happened.

“That fob was on me, wasn’t it…”

Din puts the ship on autopilot and swivels his chair towards you. You stare out into space, unmoving as he looks at you through his visor.

“Yes, it was,” he answers quietly.

“They are still after me, after all this time. I can’t ever escape it can I?” You whisper.

Din sighs as he reaches up, lifting his helmet up with a hiss. He sets it on the console in front of him.

“What do we do now, Din?”

He shakes his head, his dark curls trying to fall into his eyes.

“The same thing we have been doing. Keep out of sight and keep moving,” his voice is low.  His hands gently take yours, holding them tenderly. “There is a bounty on the child, a bounty on you, and two bounties on me now.”

This snaps you out of your trance, “There’s another one on you? Why?”

“Because someone who works for Limax saw you with me. They know that I lied when I said that I couldn’t find you, because I obviously did. I just didn’t turn you in,” he explains.

You pull one of your hands from his, holding your head, “Oh maker, Din… This is all my fault.”

He shakes his head. “This is just the life we live now.”

You glance over at the child playing contentedly with a small silver ball in his bassinet. Your heart clenches at the thought that you have put him in danger. You have put Din in even more danger for harboring not one but two bounties.

“Din,” you sigh, pulling your other hand away from him, “Din, I don’t think I can travel with you anymore.”

The words surprise Din just as much as they had surprised you, but you knew this was what you had to do. His eyebrows furrow over his dark eyes. 

“Y/N…” Din starts.

“I put the two of you in too much danger. It’s safer for the child if I’m not with you, you can’t continue to protect him and me…” You can feel your heartbreaking in your chest.

“I’ve succeeded in protecting both of you thus far,” he says. He sits back in his chair, his face betraying his confusion, too used to having the helmet hide his emotions.

You rise to your feet turning your back towards him, speaking over your shoulder, “What happens when you have to choose? When you have to choose between me and him? I couldn’t live with myself knowing that he was hurt, taken, or killed because you choose to save me first. Because they came for us, for me…” You keep your back to him, “I can’t… I can’t stay with you…”

You hear him stand behind you, he turns you around, his hands on your shoulders, “And what about this?”

“This?” Your eyes meet his, they are hard, determined, and piercing into you.

“Us.”

You shake your head, “This was never real…”

“Never real?” he scuffs, his hands falling from your shoulders, “Y/N, that's not-”

“You don’t want someone as broken as I am!” you exclaim. “I can’t have your blood on my hands! Or the child’s!”

“And if I let you leave your blood will be on my hands! I can’t live with that either,” he snaps.

“Says the man who hunts people down and kills them for a living,” you quip. 

“I can’t have YOUR blood on my hands, Y/N! If you leave they will take you back. Do you know what they are going to do to you? Every nightmare you have ever had will come true,” Din says, exasperated.  He grabs your forearms, holding them with a firm grip. 

“I’d prefer that over watching you or the child get hurt or tortured! You two could move on and forget about me,” you shake away his grip as his face just falls.

“You think I could just move on, Y/N? Move on and forget about you? Could you? Could you just move on and forget about us?” He asks, suddenly quiet.

The child whimpers in the corner, able to feel the tension between you and Din.

“I-” you start, tears welling up in your eyes, “I-”

Din stares at you intensely, his gaze burning into you. Although his lips are set in a firm line, you make the mistake of glancing up into his eyes. Pain, hurt, and betrayal is all you see in his dark eyes. 

Tears spill over onto your cheeks. “No,” you answer honestly, “No, I couldn’t.”

“Then don’t do something so incredibly stupid.”

“But-”

“Shush,” he grunts.

Before you could say another word he has stepped forward, with his hands cupping your cheeks he carefully sets his lips against yours. For a moment you are frozen.

Grahvix had done a lot of things to you, but he had never been interested in kissing you, solely focused on the use of… other things. 

Din’s lips move against yours, asking, begging for you to respond, something, anything so he would know that you felt the same.  

Is this what you want? You ask yourself. Do you want him and be on the run for the rest of your life, or go back to the sad life you lived before.

Your eyes flutter closed as you melt into the heat of his lips, pressing the palms of your hands against his breastplate. One of his hands slips from your cheek down to your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

His lips move against yours relentlessly as you kiss him back. He takes several steps forward, pushing you against the door of the cockpit. 

Now it feels like every inch of him is pressed against you. The beskar digs in slightly, but you don’t mind.  Your hands slide up around his neck getting tangled in his hair at the base of his skull. His teeth catch your lower lip, you gasp as he pulls away.

Your tears had stopped as you open your eyes, “Din…”

His forehead rests against yours, his eyes still shut as he whispers, “Please don’t leave, please Y/N. Please tell me that you won’t.”

Your sore lips quiver as you take in his face. The scruff that grows above his lip and on his chin. The small scar between his eyebrows. 

He sighs, “Please, I can’t lose you too.”

“I-I won’t leave,” you breathe.

Suddenly there’s a resounding crash and the ship jolts, sparks flying from the dash.

To be continued...

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