Opposites Attract (The Mandalorian x Jedi Reader) Star Wars: The Mandalorian

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Summary:

In which an old acquaintance had contacted the Mandalorian, and requested to meet with him back in Nevarro in order to close a deal. Trust was not something that could be found from the old contact, but it was a risk that you and the armoured man were willing to take. But first, you needed to find some reinforcements.

Word Count: 3135

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Reality had hit you like a slap in the face when the Razor Crest had finally been fully repaired from its major damages. You didn't want to leave this planet just yet. It was perfect to lay low without any ex-imperials or guild bounty hunters being able to find you. But with the remnants of the empire still being around, you were aware that many others may be harmed in order for the enemy to get to you and the child. You couldn't just have a vacation while innocent lives are being taken. Just because the old ways of the Jedi code have been abolished, you also couldn't abandon your values of being compassionate and selfless as a Jedi.

"You doing alright, (y/n)?" A velvety voice called out from behind you.

You whipped your head to see the Mandalorian almost fully dressed in his armour, with only his helmet missing from him. Sooner than later, he'll have put it on and you'll be staring at not his wonderful and comforting hazel brown eyes, but the black intimidating T shape of his helmet. 

"Right now, not so much," you sheepishly admitted, still staring at the mesmerizing turquoise-shaded ocean. 

"Not ready to leave? Don't worry, neither am I," he replied back with reassurance in his tone. 

"We have to stop the remaining people of the empire. Who knows what lengths they'll go through just to get to me and Grogu." You paused, your face downcast on the soft sand for the last time, "I almost forgot how you looked like with all your armour on."

"I gotta admit, it was pretty nice taking all that off especially with a humid climate like this," the Mandalorian chuckled, "less heavier, and I could move around more. And of course, kiss you easier without my helmet on."

"Wow! Have you been practicing on cheesy pickup lines with Grogu?"

"No... Maybe sometimes," he felt the pigmentation of overwhelm the original shade of his, now suddenly wishing he had his helmet on for this situation. 

"Don't feel bad about it, I think it's adorable Din, you flashed a gentle smile at the rather bashful armoured man.

"One last kiss before I put my helmet on for awhile again?"

You nodded, your gentle smile now stretching your cheeks wide as if it'll rip any moment. You felt his lips make contact with yours for the last time for now. Pulling back from the kiss, you watched as his face hid underneath his helmet, seeing nothing but the motionless black T shape. 

"I have the coordinates for this planet. We'll come back here once things calm down, alright?" His now modulated voice suggested.

"I also forgot how you sounded like underneath your helmet too," you snickered.   

The Mandalorian then gently placed his fingers underneath your chin, "I can't show my face to anyone, (y/n). But I'm willing to break my code for you. When this is all over, we'll come back here and I'll never have to wear my armour for a long time."