Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Blood, Unedited
Mandalorian x GN! Reader
Word Count: 2118 (Thoughts on a Prt 3?)
Translations: Ni kar'taylir tion'ad gar cuyir = I know who you are | burc'ya = Friend | adiik = kid | Venator praedae = Bounty Hunter (latin) |
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Whirling around in your chair, eyes wide with the child in your arms, you cursed. "Dank Farrik!" Then you glanced down at the kid, biting your cheek. "Sorry."
"Hand him over." The modulated voice demanded. You held him closer, protectively.
"And who are you? A venator praedae?" He tilted his head, but otherwise didn't move.
"He's my foundling." It took you a second to remember what that was. You'd done your fair share of research on Mandalorians in your free time, in fact you were studying the language. Looking back down at the kid, you saw him with his hands outstretched to the beskar man, a little grin on his lips. So they did know each other, and it looked to be on good terms.
Slowly, you took the child in your arms and held him out for the man. With one hand he took him, holding him close to his chest, and with the other, he gripped the gun. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.
"Oh for Makers sake Mando, I didn't take him. I was doing my work when he just showed up. He's lost and young, so I figured someone'd be looking for him." You looked into the blank T-shaped visor, your monitor screen reflecting off the lexan from behind you. "So I'd appreciate it if you put the blaster down." You said calmly.
He hesitated, glancing down at the kid to check for injuries. When he found none, he hesitantly lowered the weapon, but didn't put it away. You sighed.
"What're you doing here anyways?" You asked, leaning down on one of your crossed knees, hand supporting your cheek. "Got a bounty here? Assassin? Assassins are cool, I guess. A smuggler?" You continued listing off different businesses and professions, some illegal, some not. Mando shook his head and heaved a sigh. You cracked a smile, and for some reason, Mando couldn't look away. "I'm kiddi'n man, Ni kar'taylir tion'ad gar cuyir."
He was taken aback, not by the statement after a dragged out guessing game, but by the use of your Mando'a. Good Mando'a. He could hear the subtle accent as you spoke. He speculated you knew multiple languages, because he couldn't place it.
"I'm actually the one that let you in. I don't like to brag, but I encrypted the coordinates." He rolled his eyes at that. Though it didn't necessarily sound like bragging. More like pride. He would be too, if he were you, being the best in a base of what he assumed to be thousands. Though technically, he was.
"Anyways, I thought you'd be eating with the council or somethin'." He was about to answer when you added, "Actually never mind, you can't take off your helmet can you? Or can you? What kind of Mandalorian are you?"
"I'm a child of the Watch. We can't take our helmets off in front of a living being." He dismissed, holstering the blaster. He thought you'd ask more about it by the glint of curiosity behind your cracked glasses, but you just nodded, making a metal note. Instead you changed the subject.
"So he's like your kid?" You concluded, nodding at the green bean. "What is he?" Mando looked down at the kid, meeting his eyes.
"I'm not sure." He muttered. You pursed your lips, not satisfied with that answer.
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