Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

The Cabin In The Woods | Part 1

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Unedited

Mandalorian x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2438

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You had been working in the field, collecting your harvest in the early morning of your foggy planet.

Arms raised, about to swing your sickle, a distant whistle was heard, and you stopped. Looking around, you saw nothing but the towering bristle trees that surrounded your aclove.

Shrugging it off, you went back to work.

But then it grew louder.

And louder.

Until it was almost a deafening screech.

Looking back up and around you, you couldn't figure out where the sound was coming from. Your massiff perked up, sniffing the air. And then you looked up.

Coming straight at you, hurtling through the sky was a burning ball of fire, the wind and flames twisting around the comet in a dance.

Your eyes widened and your brows furrowed at the sight. You hadn't seen a comet in years.

It flew overhead, bending the trees and whipping your hair back in the direction it fell, the roar echoing off the canopies.

You wanted to dismiss it, wanted to get back to work and finish the days chores, take a hot bath in the spring and have third meal. But something told you it wasn't any regular comet. It was something more, possibly something dangerous. And you always listened to your gut.

So just to be safe, you went over all of your traps that hid about the forest, all the tripwire and heat sensors, making sure they still worked. They did, of course.

With nothing else to prepare, you finished your work in the field, and mentally readied yourself for the possible battle ahead as you ate third meal. You made sure your daggers were secure at your sides, and the axe on your back could easily be removed.

The sun had begun to set, bathing the woods in a beautiful glow, glinting off of the metal pieces around your farm, beams shining through the fog, and casting the shadows of tall structures across the ground. It was your favorite time of day, when the stars peaked from behind the sun and the sky turned from blue, to pink, to orange, to purple, then to the black abyss of night.

You sat on your porch, gazing at the horizon, happy and content being surrounded by everything you'd built. From the cabin, to the fields, and the furniture, your weapons and clothes, all made by hand. Your hand. And you were proud as hell.

However a frown quickly took over the soft smile that had crept up your lips as Daemon growled, piercing eyes staring at the woods. Moments later, the bell beside you rang, signaling a trap had been set off. Your features hardened and stood up, commanding Daemon to stay on guard.

No one had ever visited your home. You lived miles away from any civilization on purpose. Those who did stumbled across it, never went back. You'd worked too hard for too long to be safe and alone.

You weren't gonna give it up now either.

You blew out the lantern beside you and creeped along the edge of your house, footsteps silent as you padded across the lawn. You made it to the outskirts of the forest, fingers twitching over your weapons with each rustle of leaves or howl of wind.

But then you heard something distinct.

Footsteps. Heavy, stumbling footsteps crashing through the woods, nearing with each passing second. You positioned yourself to attack or defend at any moment, trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound.