Chapter 22 : Under Fire
Pairing: Din (Mando) Djarin X Reader
Rating: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE!)
Word Count: 1.9K
Warnings: Cannon violence, decapitation, adult language, mentions of kidnapping, Proselytism, Chaotic energy, lots of sexual tension, smut, sexism, consumption of alcohol, talks of polyamory, talks of drugging, fucked traditions, allusions to smut.
Summary: You and the Mandalorian have a complicated history and your future just seems to get more complicated as you go along. No thanks to the strange alien baby you both ended up co-parenting.
“(y/n)! (y/n)!” Mando calls, I suck in a deep breath, and it all comes back into focus. The shouting and the flipping chairs as Karga and Cara raise hell. “I’m here, Gods, I’m here.” I wheeze out, “Good I found a sewer vent, but you need to get it open.” He ushers. I nodded my head and wobbly stood to my feet before rushing over to the vent and start swinging my blades at the bars of the door. Cara even goes so far as to use her blaster to try and blast it open, however our attempts are interrupted by the man outside. Moff Gideon.
He makes a speech about surrender, before his sadistic nature turns his speech into venom filled jabs at us. Gloating about the horrors of Cara’s time as a shock trooper, the mocking Din’s lost Mandalorian culture, and the false recognition of Kagra’s guild leader status. Then finally me, the outcast huntress who has a taste for blood. I swallow my anger before using it to swing my blades at the vent door. The people around me continue to talk as I try to open the vent, until a hand comes to rest on mine. “Give it a rest.” Mando mumbles, I breathe heavily from the labor of swinging my blades. “They’re going to give us until nightfall to surrender.” He mumbles, “Are we going to?” I breathe out. “I don’t know yet.” He answers softly.
“What are your chances?” Cara questions, “Chances?” I scoff out. “Your chances of getting out alive?” Cara huffs, “Better than ours I’ll tell you that, an outcast of all things? What were you banished?” Kagra adds with an eye roll. Anger surges through my chest, “Not by force, people can be cruel. You should know that more than anyone. Even the people who’ve known you since you were born will grow scared and cold to you if they don’t understand you.” I hiss out, turning sharply to face them. “Calling you things that you would have to learn to understand as you grow up.” I laugh bitterly waving my blade at them, “Until the gods blessed me with Mando! Who saved me from my own people by making one of his.” I laugh out with tears pricking my eyes. “So to answer your question Cara, my chances will only be as good as Mando’s.” I huff pointing at the metal man. “And let me tell you, Moff Fucking Gideon isn’t going to let us out as easily as you might think.” I laugh out throwing my hands up.
“How do you know his name?” Kagra questions, “Because Mando told me, when he was training me to be a Mandalorian.” I sigh out. “And if I could have his head I would stick it on a fucking pike and use the rest of his body to curse the rest of the fucking empire!” I rant out. “He’s the only one other than (y/n) who knows my name, he was an IBS officer in the great purge and the only record of my family name was the registers of Mandalore. I was a foundling, taken in and treated as their own in the fighting corps, when I turned of age I sworn in.” Mando explains. “So you two aren’t really Mandalorians?” Cara questions, I snap my hand over to her and swing my blade in her direction. “I should cut your tongue out for saying that. Mandalorians aren’t a race, it's a creed.” I hiss, waving my blade at her. Cara’s eyes are wide and glued to the blade I wave dangerously in her direction, it brings a sick satisfaction to my chest.
“Well you aren’t a Mandalorian yet,” Mando pipes in, “Only because I haven’t been taken by a clan, which probably won’t happen at this point.” I huff sheathing my blade. “He says he needs us, it means the child got away safely.” Mando gets us back on topic, “I was worried when the ugnaught didn’t respond.” He nods. “You were worried? I had a fucking panic attack!” I snap glancing over to Kagra who pulls out a bottle of spotcka, “Poor me one too.” I called the guild leader. I see him nod in acknowledgement as I walk over, just as I get to him he hands over a shot glass of the blue liquid. “We’d all be dead if he had him.” Mando continues, “Thank the gods.” I salute before knocking back the drink. I listen to Mando try to call Kuiil again, “Perhaps they jammed the signal.” I hum out, “Perhaps you're right.” He sighs. I hum again with a nod, “Aren’t I always?” I muse holding my shot out for another drink. “Kuiil has be terminated.” The Ig unit calls through the com, I feel the world stop, “What did you do?” Mando questions as I drop my glass and hurry over to him. I latch myself to Mando’s arm and lean over the com to make sure I don’t miss a word.
“I’m fulfilling my base function,” The droid answers, “Which is?” I but in, “To nurse and protect.” He answers. Relief floods my body and I let my head rest against the cold Beskar of Mando’s armor. I let out a weak laugh, “I’ve officially failed as a mother,” I laugh out only to let tears spring from my eyes. “A droid is doing a better job than me! The woman—The monstrega, that tried to take him in.” I all but sob, “Cyare, come on. You're stronger than this.” Mando argues. We’re broken apart by gunfire outside, it didn’t take much for me to piece it all together. “That crazy Fóc, Damnú eisean” I hiss out, Fear roots itself deep into my nerves.
We all glance outside to see the droid taking out the entire fucking battalion. “HE HAS MY FUCKING CHILD!” I screech out pulling away from Mando and drawing my blades, the maternal instinct to protect came roaring back as soon as I spot the child in his little sack grinning like the little safty hazard we raised him to be. “Right behind you Cyare, go!” Mando calls, I race to the door and kick it open spinning my blades to block the blaster shots as Mando shoots over my shoulder at anyone shooting at us. The two others file out with us open firing on anyone in white armor. When we get enough breathing room we break apart, I don’t waste time and go straight for the throat, taking head after head with as much force as I can muster. There’s a warm gush of pumping blood with every kill, but it doesn’t bother me, not one bit.
When the imps thin out I’m able to take a look around, only to find the droid taking some hits. “Mando! The droid!” I call over my shoulder as I trade one blade for my blaster and start picking off what I can. Mando, being the public menace he is, unhooks the giant baster gun and unleashes onto the group of imps firing at the droid, buying the machine enough time to get the hell out of dodge. I trade my blaster back for my blade and take out as many more imps as I can. Until a blast goes off and my attention is turned to the Cantina where I saw Cara disappear back into at one point or another.
Turning my attention in that direction I catch the sight of Moff Gideon on the prowl in Din's direction. Without hesitation I’m walking that way to meet him, only to run when I see him point a blaster at Din. I make it in time to block the blaster shot, Din turns the massive gun in his direction but before he can fire Moff Gideon fires again. I gasp as Din uses his body to cover mine as a blast goes off, and even though he’s quick he’s not quick enough to save me from the burning heat on my arms and side. Din and I go flying before we hit the ground again, with me landing on top of him. “Din!” I whisper nudging him, but he doesn’t answer. Fuck he must be knocked out. I whip my head around to see Gideon making his way over. I hiss as force myself to my feet and start pulling Din over to the nearest cover, Cara being the gods sent she is rushes over to help.
“Stay with me, stay with me A Rún!” I whisper hushly as we pull him into the Cantina. I can vaguely hear the droid threaten Kagra, but I can’t be too concerned as I prop Din up to get a better look at him. “I’m not gonna make it, go.” Mando grunts, “Shut the fuck up.” I hiss, “Shut up. You got your bell rung, you’ll be okay.” Cara scoffs. “Leave me.” he grunts, “(y/n), I’ve let you come with me this far but no further. If one of us fails the other cannot, I mean it this time. This is the way.” He demands. “Mando.” I plead, “This is the way.” he repeats, I swallow hard. “This is the way.” I agree softly, Cara rolls her eyes as she moves her hand away from supporting Din’s head.
I wheeze at the sight of blood and her eyes went wide. “I have to take that thing off.” Cara demands, but my hands shoot out to her’s. “You can’t.” I whimper, A hand touches mine and I look over to Din. I watch him pull a necklace off his throat and hand it to me, “Give this to the child. Go to the Covert, tell them…Tell them you are of Clan Djarin, they’ll help you.” He grunts. “Fuck you Din,” I sob taking the necklace and getting to my feet. I stumble over to the child where I wrap the necklace around the child’s neck. Come on (y/n), time to pull yourself together. Time to be the mother you need to be.
I let out a scream as a wave of heat flushes to room, I dove and used my body to cover the child. “(y/n)! Protect the child!” Din calls, “If one of us fails, the other cannot. This is the way.” I whimper, mostly to myself. “This is the way Cyare.” He grunts, “Before you die tell me what that means.” I snap. “Tell me what that word you say means.” He rebutts, “It means handsome in my tongue you asshole.” I huff through tears. “Now your turn,” I exhale sharply, “It means beloved.” He answers back. “Fuck I hate you.” I whimper, “Yeah I know.” He chuckles.
Another blast of fire pours in and I clutch the child close to my chest, “Dibu e Debu.” I exhale sharply as a red striped stormtrooper walks through the door. I gasp as the flames suddenly wash up in a wall and fire back. “Good job… Good job my warrior.” I spoke softly, still utterly in awe of this tiny beast’s powers. The child coos back before slumping into my arms. Alright then, my turn. I take the child into my arms and hurry over to the vent, “We need to go, now.” I demand. Karga instantly nods and makes his way into the vent. “I will stay with the Mandalorian.” The droid offers, “Save him. Please, bring him home.” I breathe out before dipping inside.
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