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Part 5 - Heavy Weighs the Helmet
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Summary: The fight with Din and Ashoka by your side is brewing. But secrets of your family’s past are brought to the surface, extracting the truth from a certain beskar clad partner of yours.
Warnings: Angst, angst, and more angst, feelings of abandonment, memories of abuse, Grogu being Grogu
A/N - THIS CHAPTER HAS THEMES AND DIRECT REFERENCES TO ABUSE! These moments will be in italics for those who are uncomfortable with the topic to skip. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.
“A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming,”
Ashoka nods and looks towards you, nothing but annoyance radiating off of you at his words.
“Are you sure you two can work together?” she says.
“I can fight. That’s what matters.”
With a curt nod, the Jedi leads the way back to the village, Grogu in arms as they silently speak. You keep your distance from Mando, an unsettling silence building up between the two of you. The subtle ring of Beskar dances on the wind, filling up the tense space.
You volunteer to drop the kid off at the Razer Crest, locking it up with one of your spare staffs in hand. As you march through the dust storm, you see the white gleam of lightsabers swinging masterfully from the protective walls. Using the sharp end of the staff, you partially stab the wall and swing over, landing all of your weight on the top of your feet to silence any excess noise.
A tight grip on your staff, you sneak through the alleyways to keep up the speedy Jedi. With each house you pass, you ensure that the people inside are safe as well as under lock and key. Keeping towards the darkness the roof holds, you watch Ashoka speak to the leader and her guard, tossing a Beskar plate at her feet.
“The Mandalorian you sent to kill me, he failed.” she states.
Silence fills the small town, only making your grip on your staff tighter with nerves.
“Where is your master?” Ashoka asks.
“Kill her,” the leader says.
Like rain, lasers fly through the air towards the Jedi. Using the length of your staff, you stab a few of the soldier robots through the head without being noticed. You closely watch as the cowardly leader hides behind another set of walls, not before saying:
“Execute them. Then move door to door.”
As she disappears into another building, you reveal yourself from your cloak of dark and quickly stab the nearest soldier through the head. Using their weight you clobber the next soldier with him still attached to the end of your spear. Spinning on your heels, you slice another head clean off it’s shoulders.
A powerful blow is landed behind you, the clanking of metal meeting the ground being the last you hear before mechanical breathing kicks in.
“How nice of you to show up,” you grumble.
“Focus,”
One of the town residents clears his throat, making Mando quickly aim his gun at them. With a harsh sigh you push the tip down and nod towards the innocent, following his lead in freeing the prisoners who were suspended.
“Get inside!” you yell as the last prisoner is freed.
“Don’t come out for any reason!” Mando says behind you, just a shot comes for his neck.
Quickly you shove him to the ground (which is not an easy task) and take the shot yourself, right where Ashoka had burned you merely hours ago. But before Mando had a chance to stand, you launch your spear at the soldier, the blade lodging in his head with a sound thunk.
“Dank farrik! What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I didn’t want you to get shot...” you mumble.
“I’m covered in armour, Mesh’la.”
You send him a glare at the nickname, walking over to the body and yanking the spear out from the deceased’s chest.
“You’re right...this time,” you smirk a bit.
“I’m always right,”
“We’ll see about that,”
You twirl the staff around, scanning the area for anymore incoming threats you knew were lurking in the same darkness you once did. Suddenly, a flash of dulled blue jumps onto the wall beside you. Ashoka nods towards the new threat, making you turn and stare down the intruder. Your eyes widen as his face appears through your memories...
His seedy grin stands out from above you, beside you, behind you. His handprints still clearly imprinted in the nerves that encircle your throat. The feeling of his rough hands...everywhere.
“You’re not worth a damn thing you hear me? Nothing!”
The pain from his words and from his movements erutps across your body as shivers run down your spine. Everything from his knife to his binds. How you survived the time he had rented you was still a mystery. How a man so evil had the advantage over you something you would never allow again.
“So you threw in with the Jedi and the whore, huh?” he says.
Mando’s fists clench at his sides, his shoulders bracing, lifting with ease towards the edges of his helmet.
“How about I show you what a whore like me can do then?” you say, twirling your bloodied staff in hand as you take a few steps towards Mando.
The song of Beskar against Lightsaber fills the dusty air as you stare one another down. Turning from you to Mando, the bodyguard asks:
“Who do you think’s gonna win? Could be your side. Could be mine.”
With each word he takes a slow, cautious step. You go to follow but the squeezing of leather catches your ears first. Subtly looking towards Mando’s back, you see a fist, a sign to hold your ground. Looking back towards the bodyguard, you tighten your hold on your staff instead.
“I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian. Or your bitch.”
He continues to step closer, his words only fueling your need for revenge. For resolve.
“That’s far enough.” Mando says quickly, your tension easing a bit while his rises with the last words shared.
One hand drops towards his blaster, the other free to speak to you in secret. You glare at the bodyguard, rocking subtly on your feet in preparation to jump.
“You and I are a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for our cause. Willing to take the right payment for risking our lives,” a seedy smirk forms on the bodyguard’s face.
“One more word about her and I’ll make sure no woman will ever see your face again,”
“It’s just innocent fun, Mandalorian. We both know how...expendable people like her are. Or have you grown attached?”
“I’m gonna throw my spear directly where the sun don’t shine here soon...” you mumble underneath your breath.
“Don’t,” a short, quiet word. One even his helmet couldn’t pick up on.
The sharp clang of Beskar hitting the ground is like a gong, signaling the end of the fight. Defeat fills the bodyguard’s ugly features.
“Looks like you win,” he states, placing his gun on the ground. Your grip never loosens.
Mando’s hand dances around his gun. Just at the right time, he pulls it out as the bodyguard does the same. His aim is at your head, but Din’s aim and pull of the trigger is faster, sending his body to the ground.
“I owe you,” you say.
“Don’t worry about it,”
Soon, the villagers come pouring out of their houses, nodding towards you both in thanks. However, one of their eyes goes wide from over your shoulder. Just as they alarm you to the threat, you pull your hidden gun out from your belt, turn and shoot down the last of the robot soldiers. Mando’s helmet just gazes at you, probably stunned.
“Guess you owe me now,” you smirk.
After you were able to escape the festivities of the town, you made your way back to the Razer Crest. Walking up the platform, you see Din holding Grogu close, a gentle thumb coaxing his tiny back.
“It’s amazing how close we’ve gotten to a creature so mysterious,” you whisper softly as you walk closer, the tip of your finger gently rubbing against the little one’s cheek.
Din’s helmet twists and the pang in your heart knows that it’s Ashoka, here to take him away.
“You be good, got it kid?” Din whispers to the little one.
“And you better not forget your Dad and I,” you whisper as well.
Mando’s shoulders drop at the name, your hand moving from the Child’s face to his shoulder, giving him a comforting hand through the armour.
“I can’t train him,” Ashoka suddenly says.
Looking towards the Jedi in question, you wipe a stray tear away. A bag hangs close to her hips, her hands tucked in front of her.
“You are like a father and mother to him,”
“But you promised to train him,” you quickly remind. “And we held up our end of the deal. As much as I hate to let him go, he needs you.”
Ashoka walks closer to the two of you, gently grasping Grogu’s hand as she goes deep into thought.
“There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tyhton, there you will find the ancient ruins of a temple deeply connected to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone there. There he can choose his path and call out to any other Jedi who will come searching for him. Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.”
Mando reluctantly accepts the alternative, nodding his head slowly.
“Thank you,” you say for him.
“May the Force be with you,”
Din turns and walks onto the ship, hitting buttons on the way up to the cockpit. As you turn to follow him, a gentle hand grasps your bicep.
“I found these with your family name on them,” Ashoka says, taking the bag off of her.
“Family name?” you shake your head. “No one knows of it but me. It died along with Mandalore.”
“Looters go there all the time in search for Beskar. It seems this armour was among the many things poached from their.”
Ashoka pulls out a piece of the armour, clicking a button to reveal the language lost to you, your family name written on the hologram in Mando’a.
“Oh my god,” you whisper.
“Just as the spear belongs to your friend,” Ashoka puts away the piece and hands you the bag. “So does this armour belong to you.”
Gently grasping it, you nod softly, shock still evident as you shake a bit from the discovery.
“Thank you, Ashoka.”
“May the Force be with you too.”
You slowly walk back up into the ship, opening the panel to close the hatch.
“And please, for Grogu’s safe, give the Mandalorian a chance. No one likes to see their parents at odds.”
With a smirk and a nod, you hit the button and close the hatch. Quickly, you disappear into your quarters on the Crest, laying the bag gently onto your cot. Opening it up, you pull out some damaged armour, but nevertheless yours. The one you remember your mother wearing before passing away, orphaning you.
You strip out of your many layers of jackets and scarves until you’re left in your tight undershirt and pants. As you slowly slip on each piece of armour, you remember your mother telling you about the Creed she took. One so much different to Din’s.
Never did she take her helmet off in public, but when surrounded by close friends and family, they got to see the sunshine of a smile she carried on her face. The one you missed so dearly. As you slip the helmet on, the tech reboots, showing heat signatures and all the weapons that hadn’t been damaged.
Slowly, you make your way up to the cockpit. After the last ladder rung, you gently tap Din’s shoulder. He turns in his seat, the Child excitedly giggling at the sight of you in your suit.
“Woah...” you hear him whisper, the sound seeping out from underneath his helmet.
“Am I okay to wear this? I know I don’t follow your Cr-”
“You’re a Mandalorian, (Y/N). There’s no difference to me in my eyes.”
You take the helmet off, holding it on your hip by your side as you walk to your chair. As your butt hits the seat, you lay the helmet on the ship’s dashboard.
“It suits you, Mesh’la,” Din says while turning back to the whizzing stars of hyperspace.
Instead of a glare, you smile.
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Part 4 - Beskar and Broken Hearts
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Summary: You and Din had admitted everything, all cards on the table. But it was all for nothing. After you had escaped Navaro, the Mandalorian started treating you the same, like the kiss never happened. Tensions had risen and hit it’s peak by the time you found her...Ashoka Tano.
Warnings: Lots of angst ahead, semi-unhappy ending,
A/N - I’m doing a major time skip cause *tension*. Also, I didn’t really have any ideas except for lots of squabbling between the reader and Mando so here’s the result.
“Wanna explain why you’ve been ignoring me?” the modulated voice speaks up from beside you.
“Not particularly,”
You move a bit faster, moving your hair to the side, free from your hood you had burned back on Navaro. The patch with the Mythosaur skull rubs against your bicep, something that you thought signified you joining Din’s clan. It was obvious his feelings had changed.
The Mandalorian grew cold, acting as if nothing happened. Like the kiss and three words meant nothing. Maybe he was just trying to spare you from embarrassment. But even that pisses you off, the thought of being babied making a dull static fill you.
You stop walking ahead at the soft cooing of the Child, the only reason you had stayed with Mando up till then. Gently, you take him from Din, not sparing him a glance as you walk with the tiny bundle in one arm.
Entering the small town, you look at its desolate state in suspicion. Din had been sent here in search of a Jedi known as Ashoka Tano. The name’s familiarity resounded within you, memories of the name being passed around during your time on Mandalore.
“You stay out here with the Child,” Mando says gruffly. “I’ll see if I can find the Jedi’s whereabouts,”
“You’re seriously benching me?” you hiss.
“No, you’re protecting the kid,”
And without another word, he walks into the city, leaving you in the dust. With a huff, you hold the kid close to your chest and walk towards the forest line near the outer gates of the city. Once you place him down, you find a rock to sit on, watching as the kid curiously held up anything that looked like food.
“Sorry, buddy, no frogs here.” you sigh, leaning your forearms against your knees.
It didn’t take long for Mando to return, only to be met with silence once again on his behalf. You could feel your heart race beneath your skin, your shoulders practically kissing your eyes with the fire radiating off of them. How the hell was he still silent about this situation?
Before any words could be spoken that you could regret, you shove the kid in his hands, mumble a poor excuse to get ahead, and let your feet take wind into the forest. You’re smart, staying close to the duo so you don’t get lost or encounter a threat alone. But being near that man, it made you crawl in your skin at his actions. Like saying those three words were nothing. Like that kiss didn’t mean something. It haunted you.
A rustle in the bushes catches your attention. On instinct, you twist your arm behind you and pull out the staff that rested on your back.
“Din?” you yell into the air.
“I only see a few beasts to the North,”
“No, that can’t be i-”
Yeah, that definitely wasn’t it. Because before you knew it, a sea of a cloak floats in front of you, white lightsabers at the ready. Barely, just barely, you block her attack with the staff, only to have the metal melt in your hands. As the Jedi pulls back for another hit, you kick her square in the gut before ducking to miss the next hit. The hiss of singed skin fills the air, it’s smell nearly making you gag as you brace yourself with the Earth.
Before you even had to think, the sound of light and beskar rang in your eyes. Looking above you, Din has his arms crossed to block the Jedi’s next hit, one that certainly would have killed you. As girly as it was, your heart fluttered at the protective move.
Swinging out of the way, you protect the Child with the small knife as the Mandalorian and the Jedi come to a truce.
“Bo-Katan sent me!” you hear Din yell, his blaster ready.
Slowly, she disengages, her hood falling gracefully towards her shoulders, looking at you and the Child.
“I hope it’s about him,”
Din paces back and forth at an alarming rate before you, the small light up ahead bouncing off the clean metal and refracting with each movement. Ashoka sits with Grogu, a secret communication taking place between the two of them, something you couldn’t help but admire.
As you lean against a rock, the searing pain at the top of your shoulder alarms you to your latest injury. Slowly, you peel back the singed jacket you had. It was a superficial burn, barely there. It wouldn’t even leave a scar. But the fear in Din’s voice would leave a scar upon your memory.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” he mumbles quietly.
In the time you were looking at your wound, you failed to notice the beskar covered warrior crouching in front of you, med pack at the ready.
“Didn’t think you would care,”
“Cya-”
“You don’t get to fucking call me that. Not after ignoring me this entire time.”
“Let me explain...”
“You should have weeks ago...” you mumble.
With the snatch of your wrist, you place a bacta patch on your shoulder, shrugging your beat up leather jacket off and onto your lap. Ashoka coaxes you both towards them. Din offers his hand to help you up, but in turn you glare and stand on your own, tightly tying your jacket to your waist and following the Jedi.
She takes you to a more comfortable plateau, the trees offering safety, something you didn’t expect this deep in the wilderness. You sit beside the kid, gently scratching the space between his ears, earning a coo in return.
“Were you two speaking back there?” Din questions.
“In a way,” Ashoka responds. “Grogu and I can hear each others thoughts.”
“Grogu?” you and Din ask in unison. The poor thing didn’t know who to look at first, making you chuckle softly.
“It must be nice to hear your real name again, huh?” you whisper softly while peering down at him.
You listen quietly to Grogu’s dark...dark story. For the first time since you thought you were going to lose Din, you cry. Silently, of course, not giving way to hysterics. But the thought of your poor boy having to endure things that you yourself had faced, it broke your heart.
As the Child starts to fall asleep, he curls up into your jacket that lay on your waist, making you smile softly at the motion. With one hand, you gently pick him up to lay on your chest. In one swift motion, you stand and walk towards a tree with him close to you. Laying against the rough bark, you let your eyes begin to drift close. Not without seeing the glint of beskar staring right back at you.
It was early when Ashoka had risen you, the Child void of your chest, instead in Din’s arms. Your gaze quickly averts away from him, opting instead to follow Ashoka.
As you all walk deeper into the forest, you engage in quiet conversation with the Jedi. She obviously could sense the tension between you and Mando, subtly using probing questions to solve her mystery. But you were used to these types of people, you knew how to deflect.
Once you make it to your destination, and Grogu was placed somewhere comfortable, you watched intently as Ashoka tested his abilities. While your boy could take the rock floated towards him with ease, sending it back, or taking it, was the problem.
“He doesn’t understand.” Din interjects.
“Oh jeez...” you mumble, already sensing the long day ahead of.
“He does,” Ashoka reassures, stepping closer to the youngling. “He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years. Let’s try something else. Come over here.”
You both take a step forward. The tense glance that Din sends your way forces you to take a step back, arms crossed in defense as you turn away. As the intense feeling begins to build, Grogu’s upset builds also. He softly whimpers at the sight of you two, refusing to make any eye contact.
“For this to work, you both need to be in harmony. Not fighting whatver lovers quarrel has settled upon you.” Ashoka says frankly.
“We’re fine...” you say, your voice void of any emotion.
Ashoka turns to the Child, a soft nod the only signal of their communication before she picks him up and walks away, leaving the two of you alone.
“We need to figure this out, for the kid,” Din says.
“Yeah, and only for the kid,” you scoff.
“What is with you lately?! What have I done that is so wrong!”
“Where do I kriffing start Din?!”
“How have I mistreated you?”
“It’s not mistreatment! It’s the lack of said treatment...”
“Dank Farrik!” he exclaims, his hands flying in the air. “Will you just spit it out already!”
“Fine! You’ve treated me like every other bounty you’ve dragged into the ship ever since our escape from Nevarro.”
The world falls silent, but your heart refuses to let up its song. You can feel it in your ears, your throat. The vulnerability that settles upon your shoulders is crushing you as you wait for a response.
“What I said back there...I never should’ve said it. I never should’ve kissed you like that,”
Your jaw clenches, your arms grip your own body tighter then before.
“Are you saying...”
“Its not true, what I said. We’re just partners.”
With a scoff and a quiet sniffle, you can’t bring yourself to glare at Din at the moment. All you can feel is a pain, wedging itself in your heart, deeper then any blade could.
“Just partners in crime, right?” you spit at him, turning away from the man that you knew you still loved.
A harsh sigh pushes through his encoder, his hands falling at his hips in frustration.
“I’ll pretend to be normal around the kid. But once he’s back with a Jedi, you’re dropping me off at the nearest planet.”
You wipe a stray tear away before walking off in silence.
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Part 3 - Never Lose Me
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Summary: You and Mando have begun to grow closer as your time with the Child drew out. No longer were you “just partners”. Something had begun to spring within you, a feeling dead for so long erupting within your heart. Or was it just you?
Warnings: Angst, angst, angst, and more angst. Sprinkles of fluff. Possible unrequited feelings.
A/N - Sorry for the late update! It’s been a hectic few weeks for me, but I promise to try and upload more.
Let’s get one thing straight, you were never one for adventure. All your life, adventure meant trouble for you and it had definitely left it’s scars. So when you joined Mando, you were bracing for more craziness, more marks upon your skin. It was nothing but a means to an end, a debt you needed to pay off. However, through your years together, that swiftly changed.
You began to crave adventure.
With your new addition of the Child to your crew, you weren’t lacking, that’s for sure. But it sent these horses through your veins, adrenaline left in their trail, and it was your addiction. Running from bounty hunters, keeping the kid safe, all of it. However, after you latest encounter with weird alien birds on the sands of Navarro, it all began to connect.
He had taught you to love it, showed you how to enjoy it. You loved adventure because you weren’t alone, you had a partner. It was all thanks to him. It was him.
Your ice encrusted heart had been melted by the Mandalorian.
When he lunged in front of those nasty looking birds to save your life, it was as if your heart leapt to meet your brain. He had risked his life for you. And you knew that the beat in your heart that spelled your love in Morse code would be dangerous. So you quickly shut yourself up, shut him out. You couldn’t be the reason he got hurt, he couldn’t get hurt on behalf of your one-sided puppy love. He was just keeping you alive to pay off your dues.
Right?
Tuning back into the scene in front of you, the tight cuffs around your wrists, you repeated the plan in your head over and over again like a prayer. You were on your way to a deal that was supposed to be about the Kid, but in reality it was an ambush, with you and Mando in the lead.
“Dar’manda, wanna explain the silence?” Mando says as quiet as he can so that it can be translated with static.
“It’s nothing, Mando...” you mumble in return, keeping your eyes averted.
“Cya-”
“Don’t.”
“(Y/N), what did I do?” it comes like a mumble from beneath his mask, too quiet to be picked up by machine.
‘I fell in love with you.’ you think.
“Nothing, just focus on the mission.”
With a harsh sigh, you set your jaw tight and aim your view ahead as you walk the barren streets of Navarro. Soon enough, both you and Mando are sitting down, facing the disgusting Imp in front of you that was obviously undressing you with his eyes.
Little did you know that beneath the helmet, Mando’s jaw clenched.
With swift yet quiet movements, Greef (who was still petrified of you) had unlocked you from your restraints. As the Imp continues on and on about his annoying propaganda, a leather hand slipped into yours. Your forced to suppress a gasp as he gently squeezes your hand, a silent sign of trust between you two. You cannot feed into the comfortable feeling, right now...
All you see is red.
Literally. Before you and Mando had a chance to take down your Imperial crowd, a rain of blasters bursts through the windows. All four of you, including Greef and Cara, barely made it down in time to dodge them. Somehow, the two of you made it towards the other edge of the window, a semi clear view of the pack of Stormtroopers surrounding you.
Grabbing your blaster and blade from Mando’s back, you load them both, getting ready for the fight ahead of you. You go quiet as you hear a ship land. Your blood runs cold at the sound of his voice.
Moff Gideon.
The Seige of Mandalore flashes before your eyes, making your eyes flood with uncontrollable tears. The start of it all. You smack Mando’s hand away as he obviously saw your weakness. With a quiet sniffle, you cock your gun, listening to the twisted words Gideon spewed.
But once he stopped, the rushed footsteps and clanking of metal grew your suspicion.
“They’re setting up an EWEB, aren’t they?” you say to Cara.
She only nods in response.
“It’s over.” Karga says from his corner.
“Yeah, cause that’s really helpful right now!” you spit.
“I found the sewer vent.” Mando says.
He gently tugs you over to him by your arm, keeping you under cover as you, Cara, and him try to open the vent. You tried your hot blade, nothing. Mando was out of charges. Not even Cara’s blaster worked.
Of course, Moff Gideon decided to add more stress to the situation with another speech. But when he started listing off the names of your crew, you knew you were screwed.
“Maybe the traitorous Mandalorian, (Y/N) (L/N), the woman who never had a chance to take the Creed but still broke it, can regail her many tales of murder using the same weapon that killed her people. She seems like a great ally compared to the weak Dar’manda you knew, hmm?”
All eyes turn to you, your hood still covering your face but at this point you knew it was of no use. Slowly, you take off your hood, revealing the scar starting from the edge of your right eye, leaving a long scar that trailed through a place where there was once hair.
“Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore, when gunships of similar ordinance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of A Thousand Tears.”
Din Djarin.
You look to Din with wide eyes, wondering if the boy that you had hidden in the bunker with all those years ago was still in that metal mask. The one you trained with, laughed with. Your Din...
And now you were going to die together. How poetic.
The world seemed to spin, everything around you turned to static. As Din retells the tail of how he was rescued, how you two met, your body shivers from the memories buried so deep inside you. Your grip tightens on your blaster, pain, frustration, betrayal.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Tell me that you recognized me?” you mumble.
“I had to protect you, from everything that I’ve done,” he says as he crouches in front of you.
“I don’t need your protection...” you swiftly stand up, keeping your space. “I need your trust...”
“Alright! Can you save the lovers quarrel for when, oh, I don’t know, we survive this!” Cara says quickly.
You nod, bending down to grab one of the sniper rifles the Stormtrooper had and reloading it fast. Everything around you goes quiet, blocking out your teammates, only focused on the threat at hand.
Well, until you saw your little green fuzzball in view, strapped to a droid unit’s chest.
“Cover me!” you yell to Cara, quickly making your way outside and helping the droid keep the baby safe.
More gunshots joined you and as you turn you see the Mandalorian covering your six. You only nod as a sign of gratitude. As you get back to the fight, and Karga decides to join you, a hard grunt from behind you quickly makes you turn around. One of the stormtroopers had flipped Din to the ground, ready to fire.
Without a second thought, you throw your gun away for a moment and pull your knife out, the exposure to the air sending the cool grey into a heated red. With one arm, you pull the trooper against your chest and with the other, you slowly drag the hot blade against his throat. A slow and painful death. Once his body was on the ground, you picked up your rifle again and continued to shoot at the rest.
Moff Gideon soon stepped in front of you, his eyes targeted towards your head, most likely imagining your death. You drop your gun, and feign surrender, only to grab your smaller blaster and take a quick shot. Unfortunately you missed, and so did he. But he was still standing, giving him the chance to shoot at a fuel canister, one right in front of Mando.
“Din!” you screamed, as you watched his metal body flail to the ground.
Cara and Greef dragged him inside as you slowly but surely made it back towards the building. Once inside, you quickly helped Cara lay him down, rolling him onto his side to check for wounds.
Your worst fear had happened. The unrequited feelings you had to deal with had injured the one you love most. For the first time in what had felt like forever, you were panicked.
It was obvious he had sustained a pretty nasty head wound. So, naturally, you refused to leave his side while the others tried to escape. Without the others noticing, you moved the fabric of his shirt up above his wrist to keep two fingers on his pulse. With every beat, you were reminded that he was still there.
You kept an eye on your surroundings, with each passing minute your dread filling you up to the brim.
“Cyar’ika,” you hear a pained voice from beside you.
Turning your head, your met with the familiar visor you had grown to love. He was speaking, that was good.
“I’m not going to make it. You need to go,”
Now you wish he hadn’t.
“Are you insane? You just smacked yourself, you’ll be fine.” you say with a soft chuckle, moving your hand away from his exposed wrist.
“Leave me,”
His breathing picked up, he was in pain. Knowing that this was all your fault, that Din laid before you thinking he was going to die, it killed you. Tears sprung into your eyes without notice.
“No, I’m not leaving you again.”
Gently, you caress where his helmet meets his neck, only to feel the sticky, metallic substance you knew to be blood. Tears fell from your eyes like rain now.
“Din...” you whisper tearfully.
“Don’t you dare think about taking this helmet off. You leave me.” he reaches shakily into his shirt, pulling out the mythosaur skull charm and placing it in your hands. “Take this and you make sure the child is safe.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I’m not leaving you,”
Before he could speak again, you waved Cara over, placing the necklace in her palm.
“You need to take the Child and get him to the Mandalorian covert. When you find them, you tell them it’s from Din Djarin. Got it?”
With a nod, she takes it, and the Child, preparing for their escape.
“Cyare, please...”
You gave him silence to his pleas, opting to hold his hand tightly instead as you watched the scene outside. You saw the fire gun, and you quickly shielded him with your own body, taking most of the burns instead of him.
With your back singed, you let out the tiniest whimper as you sit back up straight.
“(Y/N)-” Cara starts.
“I can hold him off long enough to let you guys get out of here. I’ll follow behind with Din,”
“And if you don’t make it?”
“We’ll die a warriors death,”
Another blast of fire erupts from the cannon it is held in. You launch yourself over Din once more, bracing for the pain that never comes. Looking over your shoulder, you see the Child, holding back the flames from harming you. With a pained but proud smile, you inch your way over to him before he collapses and give him a hug.
“Good job, kid,” you whisper.
One final bang alerts you to the newly made escape route. With a soft kiss to his fuzzy head, you whisper once more:
“You be good, okay? I love you, kiddo.”
The IG unit takes him from you quickly, placing it in Cara’s arms. You crawl back towards Din, gently taking his hand again to try and distract yourself from the pain. Despite the overwhelming sensation of singed flesh, you could feel blood trickling down your back, making you shiver. But you refused to be weak. You refused to let Din die.
Looking around once more, you see only the IG unit left. He’s a droid...
“Hey, droid!”
He turns his head to you.
“Got any bacta spray?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,”
“Good.”
Pulling out your blade, you cut off a long strip of Din’s cape, wrapping it tightly around your eyes.
“What are you doing?” Din weakly asks.
“I’m taking off your helmet, and the droid will heal you. He’s not living,” you tie the last knot even tighter. “And I can’t see you.”
A weak chuckle reverberates from him.
“You’re still as crazy as the day I met you,”
“Well, love makes you do crazy things,”
Gently, you guide your hands up his chest and to his helmet. You expect his hands to come flying towards your wrists, to stop you. But surprisingly, he doesn’t do so. With a click and a hiss, his helmet comes sliding off, and you lay it in your lap for safe keeping.
“There is damage to your central processing unit.” the driod says as he does his work.
“You mean my brain?”
“That was meant to be a joke.”
Din’s soft chuckle puts your mind at ease as you stared into the black space. Once you hear the spray no longer being applied, you blindly reached out and helped Din sit up. Before you get a chance to reach down and put his helmet on again, something unexpected happens.
His lips were on yours.
Despite being caged in a helmet all the time, they were soft against yours. The metallic taste of blood danced along your tongue but it was no match to the adrenaline running through your veins at the sensation at your love’s lips against yours. You played an intricate and slow dance, one that you wished you could never get enough of. With a shaking hand, you reached into the uninjured side of his head, running it through the matted curls. The feeling of it all made you smile, the kiss ending way too soon.
“I love you too,” he whispers.
With a smile you couldn’t control, you ever so gently place the helmet back onto his head. Taking the blindfold off, you stared into his visor. Brown, you knew that had to be the color of his hair.
His hand snakes it’s way behind your head, pushing it towards his metal clad one in a Keldabe kiss. With a tearful smile, your hand moves over the metal with ease, mimicking the same gesture.
“You can only say that if you promise I’ll never lose you again,” you mumble.
“You’ll never lose me, cyar’ika,”
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Part 2 - Two Makes Three
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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: More (Y/N) and Mando bickering/sarcasm, some sexual themes, obvious violence
A/N - Sorry for the hiatus! I was having a hard time figuring out what to write about for this chapter. So enjoy the extra long one ahead of you!
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Your and Mando’s latest bounty had gone...awry, to say the least. Little did the two of you expect to have a baby on your hands. You let the 50 year old label deceive you into thinking this was easy. Now you were co - piloting the Razer Crest with a small youngling in your lap. You had to admit, the small green child had begun to grow on you.
“What are you doing you little womp rat?” you whisper softly as you look down at him, receiving a small coo in return.
“(Y/N)...” Mando warns.
“Calm down, metal head. I’m not getting attached, I’m being nice. Look it up sometime,”
A soft breath through the reverberator of the Mandalorian’s helmet is heard in place of his human chuckle. You smirk in return, turning away from your control station to play with the Child.
It had been close to 5 years with Mando, joining him on his bounties. Throughout your time together, you grew closer then some partners might. You trusted each other greatly, watching out for the other every step during a bounty. Sometimes you would watch his six outside of missions, the same being said for the warrior on your behalf. Even though you had never seen his face, never heard his name, you trusted him with your life. You did technically owe your freedom to the ice cold warrior seated to your left.
However, your feelings had quickly changed for him. You couldn’t tell if it was because he was the only guy you had spoken too in depth for a while, or if there was something else attracting you to him. But your feelings almost went to far when the Mudhorn attacked him, threatening his life in the process. You quickly stepped in front of the fallen Mando, only to be saved by the tiny green child with his magic hands.
Mando continually asked why you didn’t listen to him and escape with the bounty. Each time, you refused to respond.
“We’re here,” Mando says as he turns off the main controls to the ship.
Your gut hits the floor as you are forced to place the innocent child in his bassinet, closing the lid. Something about this deal was unbelievably fishy. And you didn’t trust it, the people that wanted the Child, their supposed intentions you weren’t allowed to speak about.
Navigating through the streets of Navarro, the Child’s bassinet in tow, you made your way to the agreed upon rendezvous. Every damn bounty hunter in the vicinity trailed your curvy frame with their hungry eyes. With each wolf whistle and cat call, Mando’s shoulders squared up in their intensity. You assumed it to be protectiveness as that of a sibling, quickly pushing off any thought that it could be jealousy.
You guarded the entrance of the building as Mando disappeared inside with the Child. Keeping your head tilted to the ground so that none of the nearby stormtroopers could see your face. However, through the small space you had given yourself, you could clearly see them, keeping a tight hand on the blaster resting on your hip.
Mando quickly exited the building, payment in hand as you followed him into the crowded city streets. Looking up a bit more now, you looked towards his darkened visor, wishing you could read his facial expressions at the time.
“We did what we had to do,” Mando says, obviously sensing your apprehension.
“Doesn’t mean it was right, Mando,”
He doesn’t respond.
“Meet you back at the ship?” you sigh.
“Yes, ma’am,”
“Stay safe, Mando,”
“You too, Dar’manda,”
With that, you tug your hood further down your head and disappear into the crowd, leaving Mando to his people.
You would never admit it, but you already missed the little squirt. His soft cooing and presence was much like your Mandalorian’s, quiet yet comforting. Now all you do is guard the ship, casually flipping your blade in hand with your ears on patrol for any noise.
A soft hiss followed by the soft clanking of boots against metal alerts you to someone’s return. The blade’s handle sits nicely in your palm as you grip it tightly, listening for any clue to who had arrived.
“(Y/N)!” Mando, yells up to you.
“Yeah?!” you yell back, sighing a soft one in relief at his presence and not someone’s ass you had to kick.
No response.
“For the love of-” you mumble to yourself, getting ready to rise from your seat when the familiar Mandalorian mask peeks it’s way through the hole in the wall.
When Mando is fully on board and turns towards you, he freezes, like he’s stunned to see you’ve taken off your top layers. It was a usual thing for you, but you would quickly get it back on before he ever saw you. Through your embarrassment at him seeing...everything, you put on a confident facade.
“If your jaw is open in that tin can you can shut it,” you smirk.
“I thought I told you to guard the ship,”
“And I did, I just got comfortable while doing it”
You grab your vest that lay nearby and slip it on, slipping it over your breast band with ease.
“What’s the next bounty?” you ask as your green leather jacket slips on with ease.
“Some Prince that escaped his bounty,” he sits in his seat, flipping a few switches that bring the control board to life.
You simply nod, helping him with the pre-flight checklist, flipping switches on your end, when you see something out of the corner of your eye. The kid’s ball in Mando’s hand. He gently twists it back onto the lever, getting ready to push off into flight. Your bottom lip traps itself between your teeth, hoping Mando will change his mind.
And he did.
In the blink of an eye, he turns the ship back off. You follow suit, quickly grabbing onto the army green jacket that lay on the seat behind you.
“Joined the Dark side have we, Mando?” you slip the jacket on with ease, securing the weapons within it’s pockets.
“That’s a horrible joke,” he replies, the soft puffs of air that make it through to be translated alerting you to his chuckles.
“But it made you laugh,”
You had him stumped, making Mando choose silence as he stands and grabs his weapons. As he secures them in place, his visor points towards you.
“Let’s go get the kid,”
Within a matter of minutes, you and Mando were quickly making your way through Nevarro’s streets once again. Gently slipping his hand into yours, he pulls you down a dark alleyway, probably leading to some secret entrance you weren’t aware of. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have goosebumps spreading like wildfire up your arms, that you weren’t squeezing his hand to give you a modicum of comfort. But when you turn the last corner, and peer upon a small trash bin your heart plummets.
The Child’s bassinet lay abandoned in the heaps of garbage.
“C’mon,” a static filled voice fills your ears, his hand squeezing yours as he continues to lead you down the alley.
Mando abandons your hand once you stop at a building with roof top access. Without a word said between you, you stand guard of the building while he formulates a plan of what to do. He knew the place best, you trusted him.
Once he returns, he points you in the direction of a door, a small slot for a camera droid completely covered by not abandoned.
“Think you can work your magic?” he whispers just loud enough for his modulator to translate.
“Looks easy enough,”
You walk over to the door as Mando find a place to hide. Once you place yourself in front of the door, you grab your knife just in case and knock on the door. As the droid comes out to scan you, you quickly rip it off it’s base and walk away with grace but speed.
A couple stormtroopers quickly flood the scene but you were already back in the safety of Mando’s presence as you both maneuvered in the alleys once more. He leads you to a small opening, a blank wall to your right that you knew was his focus. Keeping a steady hand hovered over your blaster, you listen for any disturbances coming your way.
Once the beeping began, Mando gently wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest as he took cover behind another wall. In a matter of seconds, the wall was blasted open and you were thankful for the orange hues surrounding you to hide your imminent blush.
As he released you from his grip, you readjusted your clothes and you both headed in. The entire way as you searched for the child, you protected each other. He had your back and you had his. And you couldn’t deny, watching him fight like that made you a bit flustered from the distraction.
You fight your way to a lab, blasting the door open to see a weaselly looking doctor and a drone with a needle you didn’t trust. From behind Mando, you lifted your blaster and shot the droid down without a second thought. His helmet turned towards you slightly, and you could tell he was annoyed at how close the shot was to his head. All you could do was offer him a weak smile.
Focusing back on your mission, Mando advanced towards the doctor with his blaster raised as you rushed towards the Child. He was sleeping soundly, god knows what had happened to the little guy. Your heart hurt for him, knowing what it was like to be pushed to your limits and used. Searching the lab, you find a small blanket that you grab quickly. You gently pull him from the machine he was under, wrapping him up to keep him safe and warm.
“What did you do to him?!” you hear Mando yell at the fearful doctor.
“Mando, it doesn’t matter! We got him so let’s go.”
You listened as the man repeated the word ‘please’ like a prayer. Walking over, you gently lay a hand on the outstretched arm of the warrior, giving it a reassuring squeeze to bring him back to you.
Blaster still in hand but arm now relaxed, Mando quickly walks out with you trailing behind, your own blaster at the ready.
You make your way through the base once more, running into more stormtroopers on your way out. The Mandalorian quickly shoots out the lights, gently laying his hand on your lower back to escort you to the cover of shipping boxes that littered the room. As you crouched under them, you looked up at his visor for your next move. A finger to where his lips would be, his hand moving downwards. Stay quiet, stay low. You nod in response.
Without warning, Mando quickly leaves you to protect the sleeping infant in your arms. Peering over the boxes, you watch him quickly shoot down the stormtroopers searching for you in the room. Goddamn, he’s hot when he does that...
“Hey!” a stormtrooper says from behind you.
Quickly, you pull out your knife and stab him in the arm to make him drop his blaster. Before you could do anymore damage, Mando’s spear appears from above you and electrocutes the trooper where he stands.
“You okay?” he asks quickly once the trooper collapsed.
“Yeah, I got distracted by the kid sorry,” you lie.
“It’s fine, let’s just get out of here.”
He holds out a hand which you gratefully take, standing up and continuing to try and escape the maze of a base. As you walk down a hallway, you hear the signature hiss of a door opening behind you. On reflex, you grip your blaster tightly and twist on the heel of your foot. After a few well aimed shots, the stormtrooper falls dead. You hear Mando’s flame thrower cooking another alive. But as you look down, a pair of big brown eyes meets yours drowsy from sleep.
“Shh, it’s okay little one,” you coo.
You run your pointer finger down his small cheek, coaxing him back to sleep as you wait for the sound of collapse from behind you. Once it comes, you quickly turn and resume following Mando.
You’re quickly cornered by some very angry stormtroopers in a larger room. All you can do is hold the Child protectively against your chest, hoping they don’t see your face well beneath your hood. You follow his lead, kneeling to the ground, releasing your weapon.
You knew it wasn’t surrender, rather it was Mando using yet another one of his elaborate weapons to help you escape. For once, you were thankful for all the tricks he had up his sleeve. Quickly returning to your feet, blaster in hand, you make your well deserved escape from the base.
Of course they alerted all the hunters in Navarro. You just wished you had more time to escape. Everyone must have been here to corner you, and you knew your time had come. Gently, you switch the Child into his arms, your free hand dropping to your side.
“(Y/N)...”
“Just get the kid back to the ship, I’ll be right behind you,” you whisper.
Before either of you had the chance, however, you were completely surrounded, Greef Karga at the head of the pack. You zone out for most of their conversation, focusing on how many bounty hunters there were instead and how to kill them. There was no way you could take them all down, not on your own. You become desperate, facing the crowd before you.
“Let us pass!”
“I can’t do that Dar’Manda,”
Looking towards Mando, the nod of his head told you of the long battle ahead. Quickly taking refuge in the speeder, you both take many shots at the hunters before you. A few go down before you crash and your partner is forced to use one of his more...formidable weapons. All of it still wasn’t enough, and you were eventually surrounded by gunfire.
You try to ward them off, give Mando time to think a plan through. But as you peek over the slightest bit to get a better shot, someone else’s wizzes by your face, searing the skin close to your eye. Blood pours down your face as you collapse to the ground, holding your face from the pain.
“Cyar’ika!” you hear Mando exclaim in Mando’a over the gunfire, your brain to fuzzy to process the translation.
All you feel beside you is the Child and above you your masked partner as the shootout continues. Looking to your side and above the lip of the speeder, many more warriors that resemble Mando join the fight. But instead of fighting against you, they were fighting for you.
“Is this them?” you ask, your lips trembling from the pain.
“Yes, (Y/N), they’re Mandalorian. Just like you.”
Besides your Mando, you had never met another of your kind that you could remember. Your brain was in awe, your heart swelled at the thought of belonging.
You shakily sit back up, still protected by Mando above you, and grab your blaster once more. With your one good eye, you fire at the other hunters to aid the Mandalorians in their fight to help you.
“Get out of here! We’ll cover you!” one of the warriors spoke to Mando.
“You’ll have to relocate the Covert!”
“This is the Way.”
“This is the Way.”
Looking down towards you, Mando gave you silent permission to follow suit. With a soft nod towards the heavily armored warrior beside the two of you, you reply:
“This is the Way.”
Mando helps you to your feet as you scoop the Child into your arms. Slipping away from the fight, you quickly run into the Razer Crest with him, your mind racing with all that needed to be done to get the hell out of there.
He quickly disappeared into the cockpit as you turned to close the doors, only to be met with Greef Karga and a blaster.
“Hold it, Dar’Manda.”
You glare at him, something he probably couldn’t see from beneath the one side of your hood that hadn’t been burnt to a fringe. For a moment, you realized it didn’t matter if Karga saw who you were. So Dar’Manda took off the hood, the pain of the cloth tearing from your fresh wound making you grit your teeth. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the assassin that many bounty hunters sought after looked at him now.
And he knew he was in trouble.
“Leave...don’t make this any harder then it needs to be,” you say, your grip on the Child tightening.
“I can’t just leave, you broke the Code!”
“You see, you’re wrong. That’s Mando you’re talking about. But I...” you wildly gesture, slowly moving your blade concealed from beneath your sleeve closer to your hand. “I never took the Code,”
With the flick of your wrist, you send the knife flying to the control panel, making a gas fill the area quite fast. Backing up quickly to make your way to Mando, you bump into his metal frame. With his arm raised in the air, he shoots Karga off the ship and quickly closes the door.
“Let’s the get the hell out of here,” you sigh, climbing into the cockpit, settling into your co - pilot chair with the still sleeping Child in your arms.
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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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Partners In Crime - Masterlist
Summary: The Child wasn’t the first time Mando broke a contract to save someone. You were the first, presumed dead thanks to his 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, mentions of abuse, traumatic past, lots of angst, slow burn
A/N: The parts will follow chronological order but won’t be exact replicas of the episodes used (it’s a real pain). Also there will be inconsistencies as I am still new to the fandom, I only started getting into Star Wars like 2 months before Rise of Skywalker came out. So please be gentle!!!
Prelude:
Part 1 - The Deal
Season 1 and 2:
Part 2 - Two Makes Three
Part 3 - Never Lose Me
Part 4 - Beskar and Broken Hearts
Part 5 - Heavy Weighs the Helmet
Part 6 - Loss and Gain
Part 7 - Brown Eyes
Part 8 - Beauty Guarded By Armour
Part 9 - Too Hard To Say Goodbye
Epilogue:
Part 10 - Partners In Crime
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The Mandalorian’s Everything - Chapter 5
Story Masterlist
Episode 1- "Chapter 1"
A/N: Well that's not confusing at all.
Word Count: 10069 (;
Warnings: violence, blood, death, fluff... you know the drill.
It's been about 5 years since the Death Star had blown up for the second time, meaning it's been around 8 years since the Mandalorian met you. The funny thing is, even after all this time you still manage to surprise him in a new way everyday. Even if it's just the small things.
Yesterday it was when you were reading him a book, like you usually do when travelling, except this time he looked over and saw it was written in Jawaese. When he stopped you abruptly and asked where you learned that, but you just giggled and told him: "Well, when you have to deal with Jawas trying to steal your Grandma's droids all the time you tend to pick up a thing or two."
You had once again left him speechless, something he's sure you didn't even know you could do.
The day before yesterday it was your little idea to buy him a book this time instead of the other way around, making his stomach do flips upon seeing the little message you put at the front. He wouldn't admit it, but he was actually quite excited for this book. You must have seen him looking at it, and you had even said yourself it looks interesting.
Today, you were hanging upside down from a pipe on the ceiling to fix some of the wires that had been shot. He looked all around to try and figure out how you managed to get yourself up there, but there were no walls, stools or boxes to stand on anywhere. You weren't even tall enough to reach the ceiling, so you couldn't have pulled yourself up.
When the Mandalorian asked you about how you got up there, you simply smiled and replied, "I climbed."
"Climbed what?"
You pointed to the wall that was closest to you (but still quite far away), explaining "That wall, and then I just kinda squeezed my feet in between the support beams that I knew would hold me up. I used them too - crawl? - on the ceiling."
He chuckled. "And you have to hang upside down because..."
"... because apparently I have to make things way harder and take way longer than they have to be." You seemed hesitant for a moment, but the bounty hunter waited for you to speak. Slowly, you spoke up. "Speaking of..."
"Yeah?"
"Could you help me down? I'm done and I don't want to climb back to the wall."
Chuckling again, he stepped closer to you until you were face to face, you being upside down. It kind of reminded him of that one scene in a book you read a few weeks ago. "What do you need me to do?"
"Um..." At first, he grinned when he saw you scrunch your nose and forehead in thought, but that grin fell instantly when he heard your suggestion.
"Could you just, I don't know, put your arms up and catch me when I let my feet loose?"
The Mandalorian stood there stunned for a minute. Why? He doesn't know, he's had to catch you multiple times before (each of those being a very long story), but this time seemed different. Was it because you asked him to instead of it being to save your life from your clumsiness?
He shook his head to get back to the present and cleared his throat to force down the feeling that was rising in his chest. He then did as you asked, easily letting you slide into his arms putting one under your back and the other under your knees.
"Woah," you said, holding your head in your hands. "I don't think I should've been upside down so long."
The bounty hunter almost snorted at hearing that but held it in, trying to be concerned for you instead. You rested your head on his shoulder and the Mandalorian held you a little closer as he carried you bridal style up to your room, right beside his.
He placed you gently on the bed and took the tools out of your hands, vacating them on the nightstand. He sat beside your bed and rested his arms on them, smiling at your droopy eyes.
"I have to go get the bounty," he said reluctantly. "You'll stay in here, right?"
You nodded slowly and yawned. "Yeah, I'm not going anywhere."
The Mandalorian laughed through his nose and studied you for a moment. Your hair had grown longer from when he first met you; you weren't a sickly skinny anymore, either, meaning you had gained a healthy amount of weight, which the bounty hunter was grateful for.
You were much stronger as well. He could see thin outlines of the muscles in your arms and legs from all of the running and heavy equipment you've moved (without him knowing until after you've already moved it).
Some of the muscle could also be from when he taught you many self defense techniques that he knew would come in handy. He didn't want to, because if he didn't have to that meant you weren't in any harm. But if you were going to stay with him in this dangerous line of business it would be beneficial for the both of them if you were able to defend yourself in case the bounty hunter wasn't there to help you.
The bags under your eyes were still there; another con to this job. Mind you, they definitely weren't as shallow as when he first laid his eyes on you, but they were still there. The only good thing about them was he could use it as an excuse to convince you to go to bed instead of staying up late to help him.
He meant it in no way of saying they made you look bad and you had to fix the way you looked (Maker knows there is not a thing he would change). He was merely concerned and was trying to help you look after yourself.
It was a mutual agreement though, because you did the same to him.
"Good luck," you mumbled with your eyes closed.
The Mandalorian gently pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as well.
"Come back to me," you whispered.
"Always."
You giggled and opened your eyes at hearing that, and the Mandalorian smiled too as he referenced one of your favourite book series of all time because yes, Harry Potter books do exist in this universe and there is nothing you can say to change my mind.
He stood up and exited the ship, leaving you to sleep in your room.
---
The Mandalorian walked off the ramp to his ship and held the tracker out, making sure he was in the correct place. There was snow blowing in the wind, but he didn't pay too much attention to it because his armour was keeping him warm.
Placing the tracker back into his belt, the bounty hunter began stepping towards the small town on the cold planet.
After a few minutes of walking he approached the bar the tracker believed the Mythrol target to be hiding in, and stood in front of the door, waiting for it to open. When it did the bounty hunter observed the place for a few seconds, immediately noticing the 3 guys that were threatening his bounty.
He walked in silently and went straight for the bar, paying no mind to literally every single person looking at him.
One of the men ganging up on his asset felt he was in no danger in the presence of a Mandalorian and spoke up rudely in Huttese.
"You spilled my drink..." the man snarled, keeping his eyes on the bounty hunter, but got no reply.
Now, the Mandalorian knew some Huttese, and could faintly make out what he was saying. Something about sprinkling his... glass? No that's not right. If you were here you would be able to help him. He's just glad you weren't.
"Hey, Mando!" the man tried again.
Ah, that he did recognize, the stereotypical Mandalorian nickname used by everyone on every Mandalorian. This means that this bearded man was, in fact, talking to him. However he did not let it get to him and simply stayed quiet, keeping his eyes forward.
The bounty hunter heard the man snicker under his breath and walk up behind him. "I said, you spilled, my drink..."
Good grief, I heard you the first time. You lost your cup, or- no that can't be it either.
"He says you spilled his drink," the bartender translated.
Oh.
"It's fine," the bartender insisted. "It's on me."
"Is that real Beskar Steel?" the man asked.
The Mandalorian did know that he was talking about his armour now, given by the gestures to his chest and the clear word of 'Beskar', but he showed no sign of his understanding by staying still.
One of the other aliens that were attacking the bounty, who had orange skin and many tentacles dangling from his chin, came up behind him and started growling threateningly. The bounty hunter kept his head straight. Almost there.
The first man with the beard took a knife to his chest armour and shaved off a line of it, effectively removing the paint and leaving a scratch.
"Here," said the bartender as he slid the drink down the counter for the bearded man.
Now.
The bounty hunter snatched the cup, elbowed the bearded man behind him and slammed the cup into the head of the third man. He grabbed the Tentacles by the front of his shirt and bashed his head against the counter, then blocked the bearded man from taking a swing by grabbing a hold of the attacking arm. With his other hand he punched the guy in the armpit, then twisted the arm in his grip and stabbed the man in the back.
As the man fell the Mandalorian turned around to see Tentacles trying to escape, but he quickly shot his Whipcord thrower at the runaway's feet, causing the alien to trip and fall. He then began pulling the alien back towards himself when Tentacles started shooting his blaster at him. However, it was already too late because the Mandalorian had pulled him back exactly where he needed to be.
Instead of aiming his blaster at the alien, he aimed it at the door's control switch where it closed around Tentacle's body, cutting it in half from the waist down.
With everyone's eyes on him he walked up to his bounty, still not saying a word. The Mythrol began laughing at the situation, and spoke up.
"Thank you. Thank you very much. You have my heartfelt gratitude," the blue alien used a tone that didn't sound very convincing, though.
The bounty hunter stayed silent for a few more seconds, causing the Mythrol to look down at the table.
"You know what? Here," he said as he pushed the credits towards the bounty hunter. "You take my credits. Buy yourself a drink."
The Mandalorian ignored what the target was saying as he placed his bounty puck on the table and turned it on.
"Oh," said the Mythrol. "Is that a bounty puck? Is that me?"
Still, the Mandalorian stayed silent.
"Look, there must be some mistake. I can get you more credits-"
"I can bring you in warm," the Mandalorian said, cutting off the alien. "Or I can bring you in cold." For emphasis he rested his hand on his gun.
The Mythrol sighed and gave in, allowing the Mandalorian to place handcuffs on his wrists and lead him outside.
After getting a ride to his ship parked on the frozen lake the Mandalorian jumped out of the speeder, ordering the Mythrol to do the same.
"You're kidding me, right?" He said, referring to the bounty hunter's ship that was falling apart. "I can hire us a Livery Cruiser. No big deal. It won't come out of your end, I'll pay for it."
The bounty hunter stayed quiet as he pushed the target out of the speeder.
"I'm just trying to make it pleasant."
The Mandalorian went and paid the man that drove them to his ship, tuning out the questions and comments the Mythrol had as he went to open the hatch to the ship.
Behind him he heard the target screaming about something in the water and rolled his eyes beneath the mask.
"Open the hatch!" the target kept screaming, obviously not realizing it was already open.
The Mandalorian fought back a loud sigh as he grabbed the bounty by his shoulder and dragged him in, narrowly missing the bite from the creature in the water which instead landed on one of the ships feet.
"Dank farrik, that was close!" The bounty hunter heard the target say but paid no mind to it as he raced to your room. He opened the curtain to see you a bit shocked from the sudden awakening, but calmed down a bit when you made eye contact.
"Lumpy, what's going on-"
"I need you to stay in this room until I say so, okay? And hold on to something, it's going to be a bumpy ride."
When he saw your nod of confirmation he closed the curtain and went straight for the cockpit, ignoring the whining and complaining of the target. He pushed some buttons to start up the engine and started raising the ship, but was stopped when the monster outside wouldn't let go of the landing gear.
"It's taking us down, what're you doing?"
Still blocking out the voice of the Mythrol the Mandalorian kept the ship hovering and left the cockpit, grabbing his Amban Rifle and heading towards his still open hatch.
He reached his rifle out and turned on the shock feature to electrocute the monster, which made it scream in pain and let go of the ship.
He then closed the hatch and walked back to the cockpit, aware of what the target was saying but not really paying too much attention to it. The bounty hunter heard that he as going to go look for the bathroom, but the Mandalorian knew better.
The bathroom is not a hard thing to miss. As a matter of fact it's right out in the open, but the target was going to go exploring like they all do and try to find a way to escape.
And he was right. As the Mythrol was observing the other targets he put into the frozen carbonite chambers, the bounty hunter snuck up behind him and pushed him into an open one, turned it on, and froze the bounty to prevent his escape. Not to mention the benefit of it shutting him up.
When he was finished he walked back to your room and saw you reading your book. You turned to face him and raised an eyebrow. "You done?"
The bounty hunter nodded and you stood up, stretching your arms above your head. "I think we're going to have to land some where soft so I can check up on the landing gear," you stated with a yawn as you stumbled out of your room from a small amount of turbulence. "And maybe some other things too."
He followed you to the cockpit and sat down behind the pilot's seat, watching with small amusement as you yawned again and asked, "Where are we going?"
"The guild hall on Nevarro, I've got to drop these guys off and look for a new job."
You nodded your head as you plugged in the coordinates. "Why don't you go get some sleep. I'll wake you up when we get there."
Reluctant yet grateful you had offered him some rest the Mandalorian went to his room and took off all of his armour, including his helmet, and fell into a deep sleep much quicker than he thought he would.
He woke up about three and a half hours later to your knocking on the outside walls and gentle voice. "Lumpy, we're here."
He sleepily rubbed his eyes and stayed silent before putting his helmet on and responding, "Okay, I'll be out in a minute."
He heard your footsteps walk back to the cockpit as he finished putting everything on and walked out, stepping up behind you.
He watched as you gracefully pushed any button and flicked any switch you needed to land the Razor Crest as smooth as possible. He noticed that you parked it behind a large rock, probably to block the view of anyone else so you could check up on the exterior.
"You go do what you need to do," you said as you gently traced the new line on his armour that you could've sworn wasn't there before. "I just have to make sure we don't die next time we fly this thing."
"I should be quick this time, I'm only returning the bounties and finding a new one."
You nodded as you both walked down the ramp. "I'll be here."
---
The Mandalorian walked into the bar and headed straight for his guild leader Greef Karga. Ignoring everyone's stares as per usual he sat down across from his leader.
"Ah, that was fast," Karga noticed. "Did you catch them all?"
In confirmation the Mandalorian placed all of the silent tracking fobs on the table.
"Good," said Karga, and placed the reward on the table.
"These are Imperial Credits," commented the Mandalorian. What was he supposed to do with those?
"They still spend."
"I don't know if you heard," continued the bounty hunter. "But the Empire is gone."
"It's all I've got."
The Mandalorian was about to take the tracking fobs back before Karga stopped him.
"Save the theatrics," he scolded. "Fine, I'll... I can do Calamari Flan, but I can only pay half."
After a contemplation, the Mandalorian reluctantly agreed.
Back at the ship, you were hiding in a small compartment under the ship while you were waiting for the men to take all of the bounties away. Once they were clear you went back onto the ship to get your tools and began fixing the chomped on foot, sighing and rolling your eyes at the situation.
In the bar, Karga was being no help at all in finding a new job.
"What's your highest bounty?" the bounty hunter asked.
"Not much," Karga replied. "5000."
Is he serious? "That won't even cover fuel these days."
"Hmm," Karga hummed as he was thinking. "There is one job."
Now his curiosity was peaked. "Let's see the puck."
"No puck," said Karga. "Face to face."
---
The Mandalorian walked back to his ship to check up and inform you of what was going on. He approached silently but you were somehow still able to hear him.
"Lumpy, there-ugh-you are," you grunted, struggling with turning the bolt in your wrench. "I was beginning to get worried."
He smiled as he walked up behind you and tightened the bolt for you. "Ah, thank you," you sighed, wiping some sweat from your forehead. "Where are we going now?"
"We're not going just yet, I have to meet somebody to get the job."
You furrowed your eyebrows. "I thought you just went to see Karga?"
"I did," the Mandalorian nodded in confirmation. "But the only jobs he had were not enough to let us even afford fuel."
"Yikes."
"Exactly. So, he gave me a chip and I'm going to go talk to the client now, get more information."
"Can I see the puck?"
The Mandalorian laughed through his nose at your question, for it was the exact same thing he asked not even 15 minutes ago.
"There is no puck. Client wants it done... I guess under the table."
You nodded. "Alright, well. The landing gear wasn't that bad, just had to replace a few small parts we already had. But I did see some leaks under the belly so I'll have to replace those tubes. If I can't find anything I'll have to go into town and buy them."
"There are a couple spare credits from the last bounty, I'm sure those will be fine."
You nodded again. "Okay. I'll only leave if I have to."
The Mandalorian stopped for a minute to gaze at the smile you sent him. "Thank you."
"Of course. Hurry back."
With a mock wave of a salute, the Mandalorian walked away towards the place he was told the client would be.
---
Another 2 hours later the Mandalorian was walking back to the ship with little to no information on the new job and a new pauldron mixed into his armour, something you noticed right away.
"Oooo," you awed, touching the new piece on his shoulder. "You know you could've just told me you were shopping for new clothes, I wouldn't have judged."
"Ha ha," the bounty hunter said in a half-hearted laughter. "The reward for the new job is a whole camtono of Beskar for when we deliver the asset, and this was my down-payment."
"Wow, that's generous. I remember you told me it's very valuable."
"It is, and the excess of it I donated to the Foundlings."
You smiled gently at hearing that. "That's good."
After revelling at the loss of your arm on his shoulder, the bounty hunter spoke up. "So did you have to go into town?"
Cute as it was, he didn't like the little frown that made it onto your face after hearing that question. "I did, and I had to spend most of the credits. I'm sorry. One of the main fuel pipes burst and we didn't have the specific pipe size needed to replace it."
The Mandalorian sighed, because of course, that just had to happen, but he was happy you made it back alright.
"I don't think anyone saw me walk to the ship, though," you added, looking down at the ground.
"Well, you're back now, so that's good. Is there a problem with anything else?"
You shook your head. "I don't think so, at least not from what I could see."
"That's good."
You nodded. "How'd it go with the client?" you asked while wiping your hands from the grease. He smiled as he saw a bit of it near your nose where you must have had an itch.
"Weird," he replied, furrowing his brows.
"Weird how?"
"I don't know. There were Stormtroopers guarding him for one-"
"Imperial Stormtroopers?"
He nodded and continued. "And I didn't get much information about the asset."
"No puck?" you guessed.
"No puck."
You sighed and thought for a moment. "What else did you get?"
"It's 50 years old, I have a tracking fob, and the last known location between where the tracking fob picked it up and now."
You sighed again. "Well, it's a good thing I fixed the main fuel pipe or we'd probably never make it looking for this thing. Anything else?"
"It has to be alive."
Picking up your tools you walked up the ramp and turned around when you noticed the bounty hunter wasn't following you. Truth be told he was too busy admiring you and wondering how you were still here with him after all these years.
"Are you coming?"
Smirking at your question he followed you up silently and closed the hatch, heading towards the cockpit to head into space where you would help him figure out the next move.
---
The planning and calculations from you and the Mandalorian had brought you to a planet much like Tatooine with it's sand dunes and scorching hot weather.
Curious as to what where the target would be you followed the bounty hunter down the ramp and looked around as he viewed through the scope in his rifle. It was silent save for your breathing, the wind and the beeping of the tracking fob.
As the Mandalorian was looking through the scope a creature that looked like a fish on legs with tiny T-Rex arms appeared in his vision, scaring you and making the bounty hunter ignite the flamethrower on his wrist.
"Get back!" he screamed as the creature bit into the same arm as the flamethrower, rendering the fire useless. The creature wouldn't let go of the Mandalorian's arm and used that to its advantage, repeatedly throwing the bounty hunter against the ground.
As an attempt to escape the creature's grasp the Mandalorian began punching the side of its head, which only angered the animal more and made it bite onto his other arm instead.
"Lumpy, hang on a second!" you tried to get his attention and tell him to calm down, but either he couldn't hear you or was panicking too much to pay attention.
All of a sudden an electric tranquilizer shot from a distance into the creature's side which made it pass out with the Mandalorian's arm still in it's mouth. He was lying on the ground trying to get up when you raced towards him.
"Hey, are you okay? Come on, let's get your arm out-" you were cut off by another screech from a second animal of the same species running straight at you.
"Don't move," you whispered as you stood up and walked slowly towards the creature.
The Mandalorian then fought harder than ever to get his arm free. "Hey, Y/N, wait, stop!"
"Shhh," you hushed, both at the Mandalorian and the creature. You held your hands out in front of you but not in a defensive stance, in an open-arms sort of way. This caused the creature to become confused and slow down.
"It's okay," you whispered, slowly inching your way forward.
The Mandalorian watched with a silent panic as he continued to try and release his arm, wanting to protect you in case your plan went horribly wrong.
Of course, as per usual when it came to who had the better idea, he was wrong.
He stopped struggling as he noticed you had successfully calmed the animal down and began petting it, murmuring words he couldn't hear from this distance and giggling as it seemed to lean into your touch.
He sighed as he never thought he could relate to an animal, but he knows all about craving more of your touch.
A third of the kind came walking up towards the both of you, except this one had a person sitting on it. He looked to be shorter, though it was hard to tell since he was sitting on the fish thing.
The person had orange skin and white hair growing on the sides of his face. He was wearing goggles on top of his head and carried a blaster in the hand that wasn't around the rope of the creature he was perched on.
The Mandalorian relaxed as he saw no more threat, and was now easily able to take his arm out of the animal's mouth.
"Thank you," he panted to the man.
Upon noticing his armour being bit into quite badly you rushed to his side, kneeling on the ground next to him and inspecting the arm.
"I'm okay," he whispered at you, making you look up at him.
"Are you sure, it looks pretty bad and I wasn't that helpful by telling you to calm down, that was actually pretty terrible advice-"
He placed his finger on your lips, effectively making you quiet as he smiled beneath the mask. "I promise you, I'm fine."
You nodded, and together you looked up at the man, still sitting on the creature.
"You're a bounty hunter," the man stated.
"Yes," confirmed said bounty hunter.
"And you are?" the man asked pointing to you.
You stayed silent, for you didn't know how the Mandalorian wanted this question answered.
"She's with me," the bounty hunter affirmed, and left it at that.
The man nodded and looked at the both of you for a moment, noticing the bounty hunter was still in a somewhat protective stance as he put you behind his arm and pushed his body slightly in front of yours. He saw you had one hand on his shoulder and the other wrapped around the bounty hunter's arm in front of you, and he smiled internally.
"I will help you," the man declared, making the both of you look at each other in confusion. "I have spoken," he said and turned around, leaving the two of you to shrug and follow him wherever he was going.
---
The Mandalorian sat down in what seemed to be this man's house, pulling his chair up to put him a small bit in front of yours.
He was correct in his assumption of the alien being shorter, for he seemed to be around 4 feet tall. If the Mandalorian was correct, his species was Ugnaught.
The bounty hunter looked around, noticing that the house was one big room, with a small kitchen to his left and a small bed on his right.
The alien man walked up to his kitchen, saying "Many have passed through. They seek the same one as you."
He offered you a cup of water which you took and kindly smiled at him mumbling your thanks, and drank from the small cup.
"Did you help them?" asked the bounty hunter.
"Yes," answered the Ugnaught. "They died."
The Mandalorian did his best to keep himself from laughing as heard you choke on your water from hearing that.
"Well, then I don't know if I want your help," challenged the bounty hunter.
"Lumpy," you scolded, nudging him with your elbow.
He looked back at you and ignored the feeling he got when he saw your 'angry' face.
"Well, it's true," he defended.
"That doesn't make it okay to say," you fought back.
"You do want my help," the Ugnaught interjected. "I can show you to the encampment."
"What's your cut?" he also ignored the sight of you rolling your eyes in his peripherals.
"Half."
"Half the bounty to guide? Seems steep," he accused.
"No, half of the blurrg you helped capture," the man clarified as he sat down across from the both of you.
"The blurrg? You can keep them both."
"No," the Ugnaught insisted. "You will need one to ride. The way is impossible to pass without a blurrg mount."
"I don't know how to ride blurrg." the Mandalorian countered.
The Ugnaught only stood up saying, "I have spoken."
The Mandalorian sighed and looked over at you, watching with slight amusement as you sleepily swirled the water in your cup, rubbing one of your eyes.
"Come on, let's get you to bed," he mumbled holding out his hand to help you up.
You groggily glanced up at it and took it, slowly standing up and leaning against the Mandalorian for support. "Are we going back to the ship?"
"Nonsense," the shorter man objected. "You may sleep using my extra beds, I have work I must accomplish before I may retire to sleep as well."
"Thank you," you breathed out. "For your kind services."
The man only smiled and waved you off, heading out of his home as the sun was setting. As you leaned your head against the Mandalorian's new shoulder plate he hooked your arm through his and lead you over to one of the beds.
He helped you sit down and watched with silent affection as you took your hair out of the intricate braid you had managed to get it into while yawning about 4 times.
You laid down and closed your eyes, but quickly shot them back open at the realization of something. "What about you?"
"What about me?" he asked, voice laced in confusion.
"Well, when are you going to sleep?" the Mandalorian smiled gently and sat down next to you. "I got sleep a few hours ago, thanks to you. I'll be alright."
"Are you sure?" you questioned, but not convincingly enough because you had already laid back down and closed your eyes.
"I'm sure."
Just as he was getting ready to stand up, you placed your hand on his arm. "Will you please stay with me?"
Immediately the bounty hunter plopped down on the bed and laid down next to you, his back facing the only door to the home. "Of course I will."
"Lumpy, please, at least take off some of your armour, you're going to get sore if you don't."
Upon hearing this he stood up and took off only the heavy metal parts of his armour, minus his helmet. He placed them all right beside the bed to ensure (as long as he was woken up) he can use it as some sort of shield in case he had to protect you and himself.
He then laid down on his back, for he discovered that was the only way he could comfortably sleep with his helmet on, and relaxed back into the hard mattress. You had rolled onto your side to face him, and when the Mandalorian looked down at you he could see you had already fallen asleep.
His heart began to race as you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his right arm and resting your head on his shoulder. Your body seemed to curl into his as you hugged his arm, and one of your hands found its way into his, your fingers sliding between his.
He let his head fall against yours as he squeezed your hand gently and found himself falling asleep even though he had slept merely a few hours ago.
---
The Mandalorian could hear you giggling as he fell off of the blurrg for the thousandth time, making him roll his eyes as he stood up and playfully glare at you. Even though you couldn't see his face he could tell you knew what he was doing and laughed again, petting the blurrg you were already sitting on.
He did see a look of sympathy cross your face though, making you jump off and go stand next to the Ugnaught outside the ring.
"Perhaps if you remove your helmet," the shorter alien suggested.
"Perhaps he remembers I tried to roast him," the Mandalorian countered.
"This is a female," the Ugnaught shot back. "The males are all eaten during mating."
Of course they are. He could see you trying to hold back your laughter and looked at you dead on, making the dam that held them back break.
The bounty hunter shook his head and turned back to the blurrg and jumped on it again, but the creature only got more irritated by this and growled as it tried to shake him off. The Mandalorian held on for dear life, but it was no use.
He fell back onto the ground, a bit fed up now with the situation. He walked straight to the Ugnaught after being threatened by the blurrg again.
"I don't have time for this, " he grunted out. "Do you have a Landspeeder or Speeder bike that I could hire?"
"You are a Mandalorian!" the Ugnaught argued. "Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur! Surely you can ride this young foal," he said, pointing towards the blurrg. The bounty hunter looked back at it, then turned to you.
You reached out your hand to wipe off some of the dirt from where his eyes would be beneath the mask. "Just be gentle. It's an innocent creature, and if you want it to be your friend, you have to be it's friend first. Gentle."
The Mandalorian sighed, since he knew you were right and he was going on too intense.
This time, he slowly walked up to the blurrg, talking to it as calmly as he could. "Easy," he mumbled. "Easy." The creature hadn't moved yet, so he continued his small steps forward. "Now, all right. Settle down," he told the creature.
"Woah!" he raised his voice as she tried to attack him, but then quickly went back to being gentle. "Settle," he mumbled. "Settle. That's good, that's good," he praised the blurrg. He was close now.
"Easy," he murmured, and placed his hand on the creature's head. "Okay, that's good."
The bounty hunter could hear the blurrg purring at his touch, and was relieved that they were on much better terms now. Taking advantage of the animal now being calm, he used the rope as leverage to climb on top of the creature once more.
He relaxed when the blurrg didn't try to shake him off this time, and instead ran forward to get him moving.
"You did it!" you shouted in celebration as you ducked between the ropes into the ring. The Mandalorian slowed the blurrg he was riding down as you came closer.
"Good girl," you cooed at the creature, petting it slowly. "Very good girl."
"Okay, now that I can ride this thing can we get moving?" he asked in annoyance.
"Oh, don't be too offended," you whispered to the blurrg, though the Mandalorian could tell you knew he could hear you perfectly. "He's just grumpy cause he wants to take a speeder instead."
"Hey, I'm not grumpy," he defended.
You scoffed, "Of course you're not!" Then turned to the blurrg. "Yes he is."
Sighing the Mandalorian jumped off the creature and started walking towards the house as he began talking to you. "I'm not sure where you want to stay, but I'm sure the Ugnaught won't mind if you want to stay here, or you can go back to the ship-"
"Wait, I can't come with you?" That question made the Mandalorian stop in his tracks. You had never asked to go on a job with him before. He just assumed you never wanted to, and that made him feel better; you were much safer that way.
But now that you actually want to come? There's no guarantee that he can protect you and do his job at the same time, and that is not something he wants to risk.
"No, I was told that everyone who's tried to get this target has died and I am not risking that-"
"Oh, come on Lumpy, please, it's just one mission, please-"
"No." He continued walking back to the Ugnaught's home and could hear your footsteps walking behind him.
"But-"
"No."
"What if-"
"No."
"Alright, you got me there. But what if-"
"No."
"Come on-"
"Y/N."
"- why not -"
"Because I said no."
"- it's just one mission -"
"No."
"But why not!"
He quickly turned around and placed his hands on either side of your face. "BECAUSE I'M IN L-"
"If I may," the shorter man interrupted. "I believe it would be better if the girl comes with us. Her calming nature could be of good use."
"Lumpy," you whispered, resting your hands on his wrists. "Please."
"Why do you want to go?" he mumbled.
The Mandalorian watched as your hair blew gently in the wind and your eyes seemed full of curiosity.
"I don't know," you murmured back. "I just feel... like I have to."
The bounty hunter sighed as he leaned in and rested his forehead on yours. "I don't know if I can protect you though, and I don't know where we're going or what's going to happen, and if you get hurt I swear-"
"I'm going to be fine, I promise. And if I do get hurt, well... I'd like to think I'm a tough cookie, I can take it."
"You are tough."
You nodded slightly, and the Mandalorian could feel your grip tightening on his wrists.
"Let me come with you."
The bounty hunter was still very hesitant, because he knew if something happened to you he would never forgive himself.
But when he saw that you had closed your eyes and could feel you shaking slightly through his gloves, he knew that you really did want his approval, and if he did continue to say no, you would listen, no matter how much you wanted to go.
That made him upset, because he hated having to make you feel like he was in charge of you and you had to listen to everything he says. Like he was in control, and you were a pawn.
After at least 2 minutes of the only sound being your breathing and the grunts from the blurrg, he quietly whispered, "Alright."
He heard you let out a shaky sigh of relief, but he kept his hands where there were.
"Just please stay close to me unless I say otherwise."
You nodded vigorously, "Of course."
"Okay."
---
Together the three of you rode the blurrg with the Ugnaught in front to lead the way and the Mandalorian staying close beside you.
After hours of travelling in the hot sun, the shorter man stopped to overlook a canyon.
"That is where you'll find your quarry," he said as he pointed to a very small base just past a few more sand dunes.
The bounty hunter then reached his arm out to the shorter man, holding out a bag of credits. The Ugnaught put his hand out and shook his head in refusal, but the Mandalorian pressed on.
"Please," he pushed. "You deserve this."
"It's the least we could do to thank you," you added, and the bounty hunter felt grateful you were on the same page.
"Since these ones arrived, this territory has been an endless stream of mercenaries seeking reward and bringing destruction," he explained.
"Then why did you guide us?" you asked.
"They do not belong here," the Ugnaught answered. "Those that live here come to seek peace. There'll be no peace until they are gone. "
"Then why do you help?" questioned the bounty hunter.
"I have never met a Mandalorian," the man replied. "I've only read the stories. If they are true, you will make quick work of it. Then, there will be peace again."
The bounty hunter wasn't so sure he could live up to this man's expectations, because he didn't know which stories he had been told. Some are far greater than anything he could ever do.
He opted to remain silent, and let you do the talking instead.
"We shall try. Thank you very much for you help."
The man simply turned the blurrg around and gave a quick wave of his hand. "I have spoken."
---
"So, what's the plan?" the Mandalorian heard you ask as you were both lying flat on your stomachs looking at the base below.
He was observing what was going on through his small telescope when he answered. "I'm not sure yet. I can see 6 guys standing outside alone, who knows how many are inside."
He was doing his best to try and form a plan where you could stay off the map, maybe wait here for him to get back, even though you wouldn't like that very much. Or, if you really did want to help, he could cause a distraction and fight the guys while you sneaked into the place. He knew for a fact they would have no clue there was a girl with him. He was still cautious about this plan though, because there could be way too many guys for you to try fighting on the inside.
He sighed as couldn't think of any better ideas.
He saw you nod your head in his peripherals and turned to face you. "Okay, I think we should try-"
He was cut off by the sound of metal clanking.
"What's that?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows and looking down again.
The Mandalorian peeked through his telescope to try and get a better look.
"Oh no," he mumbled.
"What is it?"
"A droid trying to do our job," he answered with a very audible sigh.
"Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset," the bounty droid said in a very loud but monotone voice.
One of the men at the base tried to take his gun out and shoot the droid, but the IG Unit was much quicker and shot him before he could even try. The bounty hunter heard you gasp as it continued to shoot all of the other men standing guard, then looked to see that they were closing all of the doors to get in the base as a lockdown drill.
The Mandalorian gave another loud and annoyed sigh. "Droids," he mumbled under his breath as he stood up. "C'mon," he waved you over to his side.
You instantly stood up and followed him, keeping quiet to listen to what he was saying.
"I need you to stay behind me, because anybody could shoot from anywhere and I need you to stay close. Do you understand?"
He could see you nod, but he needed to make sure you were safe, and you had to cooperate if that was to be accomplished.
"Y/N, I'm serious."
"Me too," you confirmed. "I understand."
"I think we should try making the droid our ally, I have a feeling it could be useful if more guys come and we have to break down the door."
"Okay," you nodded.
"Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset," the droid monotoned again.
You were both hiding behind a pillar when it spoke again. The Mandalorian turned to you. "Stay here, I've got to get that thing to shut up or we'll never get what we came here for."
He then came out from behind the pillar and shouted, "IG Unit! Stand down-" he was cut off by the droid firing at him and he flew back, hitting some barrels behind him.
He heard you yelp and run over to him but he quickly blocked you from view and held up his fob. "I'm in the Guild," he shouted.
"You are a Guild member?" the droid asked. "I thought I was the only one on assignment."
"That makes two of us," the bounty hunter groaned.
"And who is that," the IG questioned, pointing his gun at you.
"She had information on how to get here, she helped me," he quickly lied, still shielding you from the droid. "Now put the damn gun down."
"Alright," it said as it lowered it's weapons.
"So much for the element of surprise," you mumbled under your breath, and the Mandalorian couldn't agree more.
"Sadly, I must ask for your fob," the droid requested. "I have already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine."
"Unless I am mistaken, you are, as of yet, empty-handed," the Mandalorian countered.
"This is true," the IG confirmed.
You stayed silent, and the Mandalorian knew it was because you weren't sure how he wanted this situation to be handled.
"I have a suggestion," the bounty hunter offered.
"Proceed."
"We split the reward."
"This is acceptable," the droid agreed.
"Great," the Mandalorian said in a very sarcastic tone, which seemed to go unnoticed by the IG Unit. "Now let's regroup, out of harm's way, and form a plan."
He waved the droid over but still kept his body in front of yours.
"I will of course receive the reputation merits associated with the mission."
"Can we talk about this later?" the bounty hunter barked to the droid.
"I require an answer if I am to proceed..."
Despite the situation he could hear you laughing through your nose because you knew how easily ticked off he could become from a conversation with a droid. The laughter was short lived though because the droid was cut off from a blaster being shot at him, and many more guards coming out from all over the place.
The bounty hunter quickly pressed you into a corner and stood in front of you, covering you from any blaster fire. He noticed that you would have to move near the door though, so he acted quickly.
Before he did anything, he asked, "Do you trust me?"
Even through all of the deafening noise, you still heard him.
"Always."
Smirking at that line beneath the mask, he quickly grabbed your arm, placing the gun in your hands.
"Do you remember when I taught you how to shoot?"
"At food cans? Yes. I don't know if I can shoot other people-"
"Y/N they're shooting at you first, this is your defense. Now, the only way we I can cover you is if I carry you and you shoot."
"But-"
"No time to argue," he shouted as he picked you up by wrapping one arm around your back and the other over your legs. "You're a good shot, okay?"
"I'm scared, Lumpy," you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder.
He squeezed you a bit tighter and looked down. "I know, but it's only until we get to the door, and I'll run as fast as I can-" an explosion came from two pillars down, but he continued.
"-but I'm going to need you to push yourself up a bit so you can see all around, okay?"
When he saw you nod, he stood up, looked all around, and began bolting when he noticed most of the guards had their fire on the IG unit.
Twice he had to quickly swerve his body the other way and crouch when a shot was aimed right for the both of you, but his back had taken the hit both times, and you had shot them down right away.
As soon as he got to the door the Mandalorian sat you down on the ground and took the gun from your hands. He hastily wiped the few tears from your face, but had to get back up and fight when the threat grew exponentially.
When the droid also took refuge behind a pillar about 30 feet away, the firing from the opposing side ceased as more of them came and aimed their guns.
"It appears we are trapped," the droid deadpanned. "I will initiate self-destruct sequencing."
"What," he heard you mumble as you collected yourself and stood up next to him.
"Woah, you're what?" he shouted towards the droid.
"Manufacturers Protocol dictates I cannot be captured," he answered. "I must self-destruct."
"Do not self-destruct," he ordered as he gave you the gun again. "One more time, sweetheart," he whispered to you. Your nod was all he needed for him to shout "Cover me!"
Of course while he was being shot at multiple times and trying to figure out the stupid lock of the stupid door that put them in this stupid situation he had to mentally scold himself.
Oh god, are you stupid? Do you think she noticed the name? Probably not, she seems pretty shaken up. But does that mean anything? Surely not, and it just slipped out, I mean it's not like anybody's going to make it weird- scratch that I will definitely make it weird, ah fu-
He was brought out of his little debate in his head when the keypad got shot at too many times to see what was going on. He quickly hid behind the nearest pillar and pulled the IG Unit with him, looking over at you.
"There's too many of them!" he yelled, and you gave him a playful glare from the other pillar for pointing out the obvious. At least you were more like yourself now.
The Mandalorian pulled out a second gun and tried shooting a few more guys, but it was useless. "They got us pinned."
"I will initiate self-destruct," the droid said again.
Oh for crying out loud. "Do not self-destruct!" he barked at the droid. "We're shooting our way out."
You made eye contact with him and nodded once, ready to fight.
At the same time all three of you stepped out from behind your pillars and pointed your guns out at the enemy. There was a slight problem, though.
"Okay," the bounty hunter deadpanned as he noticed a Nitko behind a very large gun, and quickly went right back behind the pillar as the gunman pushed the trigger.
He checked to make sure you did the same as the shots started very quickly, but luckily the Nitko either couldn't see you are thought that you were less of a target so he only aimed for the Mandalorian and the droid.
"New plan!" the bounty hunter shouted, trying to be heard above the continuous blaster fire.
"Beginning self-destruct countdown," the droid said as he engaged the bomb in his chest.
"No! Stop it!" the Mandalorian scolded. "Draw their fire, I'll take it out!" He then turned to you. "Stay there, and when I say so, duck!"
You gave an awkward thumbs up as you shot another Nitko.
"Go!" he yelled to the droid, who then immediately went right, successfully gaining the attention of the gunman behind the large blaster. The Mandalorian took this as his window and shot out from the pillar, launching his whipcord thrower to wrap around a bar on the floating gun. He pulled on the cord, ripping it out of the gunman's grip and pulling it towards himself. He shot the gunman in the chest, killing him instantly.
The bounty hunter then took his chance and ran to the gun jumping on top of it and screaming "NOW!"
As soon as he noticed you dropped to the ground he began firing the gun, not taking his finger off the trigger and shooting down every Nitko he saw.
He spun the gun in a slow circle to make sure he got everyone, then ceased his fire, panting heavily.
He took one last sweep of the place to make sure he got everyone before he heard a small cry out from behind him. He whipped his head around and made a mad dash towards you, internally scolding himself for letting his blaster fire get near you.
He turned the corner to see you sitting on the ground with a piece of rock from the ricochet of the shots stuck in your left arm.
"Hey, it's okay," the Mandalorian whispered gently as he kneeled beside you. "I have to pull it out and clean it, or it'll become infected."
"Okay," you whimpered as your arm hung lifelessly beside your body.
He made quick work of pulling the rock out and grabbing the disinfectant and bandages from his belt, his heart breaking when you bit your lip to hold back your tears. When he was finished the Mandalorian put one hand under your elbow and the other on your side as he helped you stand up.
"There you go," he mumbled as he caught you with his arm around your waist when you leaned back on him for support.
"It doesn't hurt that much anymore," you sniffled. "I just need a minute."
The both of you turned to see the IG Unit walking towards you with a slight limp. "Well done," it said. "I will disengage self-destruct initiative."
The Mandalorian kept his grip firm on your hip as you spoke. "You know, you're not so bad... for droid."
He could hear you laughing through your nose at that line when the droid responded. "Agreed."
"That blaster hit looks nasty, are you okay?" you asked.
"Running a quick diagnostic." The bounty hunter could hear some whirring and buzzing as it scanned itself, then continued. "It has missed my central wiring harness."
"Is that good?" the bounty hunter question.
You gave him a baffled face and answered, "Yes, dumby, that's good."
"Hey, I'm not smart with that kind stuff," he argued.
You sighed loudly, "Oh believe me, I know. What would you do without me?"
"Crash and burn."
You snickered at that. "Literally, cause you'd be blown up cause you didn't fix your ship right."
"I hate to intrude," the IG Unit deadpanned. "But we need to get that door open."
Collectively the three of you turned to look at the large machine gun, all thinking the same thing.
The Mandalorian then slowly lead you to stand behind the gun and shot around the outer edges of the door. Once he had finished the three of you walked to the door watching it fall into the space it was originally blocking the bounty hunter from.
He had noticed you weren't as dizzy anymore and walked between you and the droid to the door. The three of you stood at the entrance for a few seconds, observing, when a straggling Nitko appeared and aimed to fire at you.
He was too late though because the Mandalorian had already shot him down, leaving him dead on the floor.
"Anyone else?" he asked to the room, and when he deemed it clear you all walked in.
"The tracking fob is still active," the droid said. "My sensors indicate that there is a life form present."
The Mandalorian pulled out his own fob and began scanning the room, following it when the beeping became more aggressive. The fob lead him to a white egg looking thing with a large fishnet resting on top of it.
"Those are used to carry babies, Lumpy," you whispered to him.
The Mandalorian furrowed his eyebrows but continued forward. The beeping of the fob intensified so much that he knew the target was in the baby carriage... thing. He looked over at you and slowly pressed the button to open it.
He heard you gasp as there was, in fact, a baby inside of the egg thingy.
"Wait," the Mandalorian faltered. "They said 50 years old."
"Species age differently," the droid answered. "Perhaps it could live many centuries."
He watched as you carefully made your way forward and cooed at the... whatever it was.
"Oh, Lumpy, look!" you awed as you held your finger out to the tiny body. It had green skin and ears that looked bigger than the rest of it's body. It had big brown eyes and a very small nose. It's tiny 3-fingered hand pushed down the brown blankets it was wrapped in as it made little cooing noises.
You smiled brighter than the Mandalorian had seen in a long time as the baby reached it's hand out to meet yours and grabbed onto the tip of your finger, smiling a little as well.
"Sadly, we'll never know," the droid monotoned as he began to raise his gun at the target.
"What," you asked in a horrified voice as you whipped your head around, though not moving your hand from the baby's grip.
The Mandalorian knew exactly what you were thinking and immediately reached his hand out to the droid's arm.
"No," he said. "We'll bring it in alive."
"The commision was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated," the IG Unit argued as he raised his gun again.
"What, no, Lumpy I thought you said it had to be alive," you countered as you quickly picked up the baby and held it close to your chest. Said child seemed oblivious to the situation as it giggled in your arms and grabbed onto the collar of your shirt.
"It does," he confirmed looking over at the droid.
The second the IG Unit raised it's gun and aimed it at you and the baby the bounty hunter took out his blaster and aimed it right for the droid's head, shooting it and watching it fall to the ground.
He then put his gun away and looked up at you, watching as you slowly began to relax. You then turned the baby in your arms and cradled it's head in the crook of your elbow, you're entire arm being able to hold it close to you.
He noticed a small tear falling down your face as you held the baby and whispered, "Thank you, Lumpy."
The Mandalorian cautiously stepped forward and stopped in front of you, looking at the child that was in your arms. Much like you had done not even 2 minutes ago, he reached his finger out to the baby, and it responded by doing the same.
He glanced up at you and wiped the tear from your face. He held you as best as he could when you fell into his arms, and carefully lead you over to the nearest wall and let you sit on his lap, your head falling on his shoulder.
He held you in his arms while you held the baby, keeping silent even though his thoughts were running a million miles an hour.
The main one being: What do we do now?