Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Coded Haze | Part 3

Warnings: Blood, Violence

Mandalorian x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1330

Translations: Buena suerte = Good luck (Spanish) | Fata sint in nobis = May the Fates be in our favor (Latin) | Cyar'ika = Darling, Sweetheart |

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Mando had been helping the council, other technicians and generals come up with a plan for the upcoming attack the past week.

You had picked up com chatter of a mysterious ally, it was obviously a weapon, but you just weren't sure what. You'd been holed up in the lab since that first night, and he had barely any time to see or check up on you. It made him feel gloomier than usual. It wasn't a regular feeling and he didn't like it.

But there were always two plates of food outside his ship at 2100 with a note from you. You never had enough time to stay though. Unbeknownst to him, you'd check up on him from the cameras and in between meals. You had tried to talk to him a few times, but always got called back into work.

Today started out no different. Mando was marching through the halls trying to avoid everyone rushing around, the child secure in the bag at his hip. There hadn't been any incidents with him since day one, but Mando was always extra careful, especially in such a large place.

He was on his way to the conference room when an ear-splitting alarm shrieked throughout the base. Mando pulled the bag close and covered the child's ears. 

Everyone skid to a stop, heads whipping around in panic. 

Then simultaneously, every one of the thousands of refugees and soldiers bolted in two directions, exactly opposite each other.

He knew it wasn't the lunch bell.

Picking up the pace, he hurried to meet with all  the other councilmen, and found it surprisingly quickly with the rushing traffic, keeping the kid in his grasp the whole way. Hearing a loud commotion behind him, he turned and sighed at the oncoming sight.

Through the horde of alien creatures he saw no one other than you, using a shining steel pole on the wall to get above everyone else and land on strong shoulders, hopping from person to person, sometimes stepping on someone's head, your computer bag swinging back and forth from your shoulder. There were shouts and curses flying through the hall as you parkoured across the bodies, sweat beading on your forehead and glasses sliding down your nose, eyes wild. 

 Someone flung you off their shoulder, but you got to your feet and back to the stone floor, swearing at anyone who got in your way. You were running towards him, arm raised in a wave, but got shoved over when someone ran into you, trying to barrel someone else. You stopped in your tracks, swinging a mean right hook to the Zabraks jaw.

He crumpled to the floor, but before he could get up, you were already gone, and by the Mandalorians side, wiping away blood from your lip. You grinned up at him briefly, taking his hand and pulling him to the conference room like before.

"How ya doing Mando?" You chirped, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around you, almost thriving from it. It shouldn't have been surprising.