Summary: You were worlds apart, living lives that were never supposed to cross.
But somehow, circumstances pulled you and Din Djarin into the same Orbit.
A story about a Mandalorian, a mechanic forced to leave her home behind, and the unexpected connection that forms somewhere between the quiet moments and the chaos of the Outer Rim.
Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader
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!! disclaimer- this is written in second person pov!
this is a SLOW BURN!!
‘reader’ has no given name and is referred to as “you.”
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author's note:
hi!! this is my first time writing, so thank you for reading! <3
this started as a small one-shot idea and unexpectedly turned into a space western romance.
no smut, just fluff, emotions, and a journey through the galaxy :)
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Navigation:
Chapter One • Chapter Two • Chapter Three • Chapter Four
Chapter Five • Chapter Six • Chapter Seven • Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine • Chapter Ten • Chapter Eleven • Chapter Twleve
You were never meant to be a part of a bounty hunter’s story.
You weren’t a Mandalorian. You weren’t a fighter. You weren’t someone who belonged among blasters, bounties, and the endless battles of the Outer Rim.
You were just someone trying to survive. Someone who never expected to end up so far from home.
Naboo was where your story began.
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As you began adulthood you were working as a mechanic at your father’s repair shop. All you knew was repairing ships, speeders, and old machinery.
You preferred machines over people, they were a lot easier to understand.
The sun shined bright over Naboo, making your forehead glisten with sweat.
You were finishing up a repair for a long time customer Tavian Rell, he’d been a friend of your fathers for many years.
“It was the repulsor coil. It had started failing, which is why you were feeling the speeder pull to one side.”
You explained, turning around as you spoke to the tall and slender man standing beside his speeder.
“I swapped it out and ran a few tests. Everything’s working again, but I’d keep an eye on it. Old speeders have a habit of finding new ways to break.”
He nods his head, sticking out a handfull of credits.
“Thank you, I appreciate the help.”
Before you were able to say or do anything you heard blasters going off and people running.
You took a quick glance out of the window to see your beautiful home become almost unrecognizable.
Quickly, you helped Tavian get his belongings and leave on his newley repaired speeder.
As you locked up shop, you could hear the destruction of Naboo around you. The streets that were once filled with familiarity and comfort, now raced with chaos and fear.
This was everything you had ever known.
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A few hours have passed, the streets of Naboo have become empty besides the faint whistle of wind rushing through the empty streets.
You stared out at the two moons you’ve looked at your whole life, Ohma-D’un and Rori.
Distracted by the moonlight glistening on the water of Paonga Lake, you didnt realize someone walked into your shop.
“Excuse me. Are you a mechanic?”
You turned around as fear ran through your veins, but that fear quickly turned into intrigue.
A Mandalorian stood in front of you, with a little green creature secured at his hip.
Cautiously, you respond to the Mandalorian.
“I am yes, can I help you?”
He tilted his helmet, studying you in the moonlit shop.
“My ship needs repairs.”
You nodded your head signaling him to take you to his ship.
Once you two reach the Razor Crest, you immediately notice the ship.
“This ship has been held together by repairs for so long, I’m not sure where the original ends and the replacement parts begin.”
The Mandalorian shrugged his shoulders.
“It still flies.”
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An hour of being silently stared at later, you finished the checkup and started on repairs.
The Mandalorian and the creature had stayed nearby the entire process, you could tell they were silently making sure you were doing what you were supposed to.
“The power coupling was starting to fail, and your hyperdrive motivator wasn’t looking much better. I replaced both, ran a few tests, and everything seems to be working again.”
You waited for a response, not getting one as he walked around you to take a look at the Razor Crest.
“But your hull plating has taken some serious damage. It’s holding for now, but I’d get it repaired sooner rather than later. You don’t want to wait until it becomes the thing keeping you from getting home.”
There was a beat of silence, before the armor-clad man turned to you.
“You make it sound worse than it is.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Your hull plating is damaged, your power coupling was failing, and your hyperdrive was barely holding together.”
A pause.
“So yes. It is worse than it sounds.”
He looked back at the Razor Crest.
“It still works.”
“That is not the same thing.”
You started repairs on the hull plate, the Mandalorian heard something around the corner and went to check.
You heard voices and in an instant, the situation around the corner escalated.
Blasters were going off, you heard voices screaming and footsteps getting closer.
You began to panic. You weren’t a fighter, you were a runner.
Before you could find an exit, The Mandalorian rounded the corner.
“Get on the ship.”
Without giving you a chance to argue, he grabbed your arm and guided you aboard the Razor Crest.
You had spent your entire life repairing ships, you never expected one would be the thing that carried you away from home.
