Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Runaway | Part 1

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Death, Hanging

Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2480 (Wow...I really like this one)

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The Mandalorian stepped off the ramp of his ship gracefully, breathing in the cool air through his modulator as the double suns beamed down from the blue sky. The planet seemed to be in the middle of the season between scorching hot and freezing cold. It was quite pleasant, considering some of the other planets he'd visited.

Four guards clad in shiny armor stepped forward from the gravel path, spears hardly raised from the floor until they came to a stop. Mando closed his ship and waited for further instruction from the men. Behind them was a rather small village, and by the looks of it, not doing very well. Just behind that were strong, stone walls half as high as wroshyr trees, little specks that must be guards pacing along the top. He had no idea what was behind the walls.

"What is your business here?" The first guard asked, a rather tall, well built man with crooked teeth.

"I've come to get fuel. This was the closest planet." The Mandalorian said, hooking his fingers in the loops of hs belt casually. The two men in front shared a glance then nodded, looking back to him.

"We must bring you to the queen." The same man from before commanded.

"That's not necessary, I'll be leaving soo-"

"It wasn't an option." The second guard snapped, clutching his weapon tighter. Mando sighed sufferably, giving a reluctant nod. He followed them through the small village, and it gave him the same feeling as Corvus. Hallow and scared. He didn't like it. But he followed them nonetheless, hand hovering over his blaster subtly. 

Eyes peaked through torn curtains of the rundown homes and shadows ducked into alleyways as the soldiers passed, not daring to be seen by the armored men. Off to the side Mando saw a courtyard of sorts, and in the center was a large wooden platform, looped rope dangling in the wind. What made it worse, was the blood stains soaking into the cobble.

When they made it to the gates of the wall, he noticed how anyone nearby would scatter, not wanting to be anywhere near whatever was behind the gate. One of the men called up, and the portcullis lifted smoothly, dust billowing from the ground as it did. They stepped through, and Mando was shocked by the contrast. 

Behind the walls were clean cobblestone streets lined with towering houses clearly meant for the nobles or whoever had money. His T-shaped visor scanned the people that strode through the streets with purpose, yet as though they had all the time in the world. Most of them seemed fat and happy, while others were fit and sombre, obviously having earned the money to live here at a cost.

At the top of it all was a beautiful castle made of cleancut stone and brick, blood red flags and banners snapping in the wind atop towers and guards stationed around every corner. Carts of produce pulled by large steeds with gills instead of nostrils. It was an elegant, sturdy structure, with an air of dangerous turmoil.

Before he knew it, they had approached the great double doors, a set of guards on each side. They opened with a groan that echoed through the candlelit corridors, only setting the unease even further into the Mandalorians bones.

As they marched through the halls, their shadows creeped along the walls, their armor clinked with each step, and inaudible voices could be heard from deep within the castle. Mando didn't like this one bit. He would have rather been on Hoth.