Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Shadows Of The Past

Warnings: Violence, PTSD (I think?), hallucination, unedited

Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2395 (edited)

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It feels like your going crazy.

No matter where you go, you feel her eyes, her breath trailing down your neck, her shadow in the corner, hand grasping yours roughly. But every time you look, it's gone.

She'd died years ago, brutally in fact, or you thought she did. You weren't sure anymore.

You've been traveling with the Mandalorian for a few months now as his mechanic, and you made sure he didn't notice, didn't ask questions. 

Why you constantly checked over your shoulder. Why you jerked your hand away so quick from nothing as if burned. Why your breathing quickened in the dark. Why you shuddered with even the smallest breeze. Why you tapped your foot steadily to count the seconds, expecting her to round the corner at any second.

She never did. Not anymore. At least you don't think so.

But today was worse. Today was the anniversary. Today, he couldn't ignore it any longer.

You landed on Tatooine for repairs even you couldn't fix, at least not in space, and Mando knew a lady that could help you while he found a quick job. Peli Motto, you think he said.

As the ship lowered to the hangar and thrusters powered down, you slid down the cockpits ladder and into the hull to grab your handy, banged up tool box. As you leaned down to grab it, you heard her heels echoing across the metal walls, everywhere yet nowhere. Right behind you.

You whipped around, wrench in hand, but no one was there. In your peripheral, her shadow creeped up the wall, and you turned again in a circle, wrench stretched out defensively, eyes darting about the room. 

You hadn't heard Mando come down.

You jumped when he placed his hand on your shoulder, whirled around with the metal tool about to knock him in the head, which would've caused a nasty concussion, but his other hand grasped your wrist. Your breathing was shallow while your wild eyes met his visor, and his lips turned down in worry behind his helmet.

You sighed when you saw his face, er- helmet, and pulled your arm back, muttering an apology. You went back to your tool box, this time hauling it into your grip before heading over to the ramp, right knee shaking as you waited for it to open. After he grabbed the kid from his compartment, he stepped up next to you, not making a move to touch you again.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You glanced at him, but only for a moment.

"I'm fine." You shrugged, body language betraying your voice. He wasn't even sure you noticed. The child cooed sadly.

When the ramp fully lowered, dirt and sand fogging the air, the full heat of Tatooine hit you at full force. You gasped, trying to catch your breath as you pulled the scarf around your waist off and back around the bottom half of your face to protect you from the weather.

You both walked down, and once the air cleared, you saw a frizzy dark haired woman in a leather red jumpsuit, comlink attached to her breast pocket. Her brown eyes sparkled when she saw the child, already moving to take him from Mando. You tried to hide your surprise, as you'd seen what he did to people who messed with the kid. She must be trustworthy.