Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Marketplace | Part 1

Warnings: Violence, Guns, idk i think that's it

Mandalorian x GN! Child! Reader

Word Count: 1810

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Mando had just stopped in the marketplace since their food supply was running low.

Turns out he got a lot more than that.

But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

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You'd woken up to the beginning of the sun shining in your eyes and the usual sounds of your beloved town. That was sarcasm by the way.

Anyways, climbing out of the old Airspeeder that you called home, paint chipping and engine long since going out, you adjusted your leather vest and brushed off your stained trousers, not that it did much.

Cracking your knuckles to loosen up your joints and wake up a little more, you made your trek to work. Aka, the marketplace. People there always had money.

Oh you thought you had an actual job? Dear Maker no, that's boring. Your job is to make the fellow occupants and visitors of your planet miserable. It's just how it is.

You pulled the f/c bandana scrunched around your neck until it rested on your nose to make it harder for people to know it was, well you. Stuffing your dirty hands in your pockets, you strolled through the marketplace, e/c eyes scanning the crowd to see who may have the best loot. No one would expect to get mugged by a twelve year old, but you'd do whatever it took to stay alive.

You passed by two Tusken Raiders arguing, and smirked at the insults they were hollering.

"He's not insulting you! He's describing you!" You shouted in their native tongue. Both of them whipped around and the one that'd been insulted took an intimidating step forward. Just then a cart passed by, and you waved before hiding behind it. By the time it rolled away, you were gone.

Jumping off the cart, you were making your way to a clean, decently dressed blue Twi'lek when something shiny caught your attention from the corner of your eye. Slowing your pace, you looked in the direction of the light and stopped in your tracks. 

Standing there, conversing with the stuck up Rodian you knew all too well, was a man clad in kriffing beskar armor. A snarking Mandalorian. Right here in your marketplace. Could this day get any better?

Your eyes darted about his person, trying to find something valuable you could snatch without being noticed, a giddy grin creeping up your lips. This guy was loaded.

You saw a blaster, alright. An Amban sniper rifle, good lord. A weird egg capsule, eh, too noticeable. A few gadgets you couldn't see from here, and...aha, a money pouch.

Taking a deep breath, you redirected your feet in his direction, blending in with the crowd, shifting so you would be close enough to snatch the small brown leather bag. When you were a few feet away, you started to reach out, picking up your pace.