Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Unlikely Allies | Part 2

Requested by popular demand. 

Warnings : PBY (Pre-Baby Yoda), Unedited

Mandalorian x Child! Tusken! Reader

Word Count : 1143 (Not my fav, but oh well)

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You woke bright and early as the rest of the camp began to stir. You could see the scout coming back as you lifted the flap of your tent, and the rest of your tribe gather their tools for various jobs. 

Your guardian approached you and said to stay here and watch the camp with Zeroto Gralda, a fine shooter with a mean mouth, as you had learned first hand. Nodding a bit reluctantly and taking the job with pride, you waved goodbye and started the work that took place about the camp, occasionally glancing at the Mandalorian between tasks.

When you finished reorganizing the medicines and rations, you ignored Zeroto and let him do his thing while you strode towards the beskar helmeted man. Sitting in front of him, you sat with your legs crossed and hands on your knees, staff laid down at your side. As you reached out to pat his shoulder, he looked up, seeing the tilt of your head and small wave as a welcome. He nodded in return.

Bringing a fist to your mouth, then taking it away and spreading your fingers, and then pointed at him whilst shrieking in your own language. When he didn't respond, you repeated it, before he finally said, "Speak? You want to...teach me to speak?" He balled his hand into a fist before spreading it again in the bounds behind him. You pumped your fist in the air in victory, and he couldn't help but laugh a bit through his vocoder.

For the next few hours, you did your best to teach him simple phrases and words, signing them, acting them out, then telling him the pronunciations through shrieks and groans. Zeroto would scold you later, but you wanted someone to talk to from those other worlds, and your prisoner was the only source of unknown knowledge.

Again, when the sun's began to set, everyone came back from their day and gathered their hunt, trading stories and cooking third meal over the flaming embers. You got up to leave and help prepare dinner, but his deep voice stopped you. In Tusken.

"Thanks, kid. You're a good teacher." He rapsed hesitantly, almost botching the last word. You shrieked and jumped in a circle, clapping your hands together, a giddy feeling washing over you at the progress. He chuckled, an indescribable feeling twinging his heart when you were called away. 

"Good job!" You squealed, signing as well, before scooping up your staff and running to the bonfire. Mando sighed and hung his head, hunger gnawing at his stomach, but he could distract himself by going over the day's lessons, memorising the Tuskens alphabet and such.

Things were getting better, but he still needed to escape.

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For the next week, you would watch over the Mandalorian, teach him Tusken by day, when you weren't doing chores or showing him to harvest black melons, and give him water and food at night, the subconscious feeling of a blooming friendship strong and soon to be unbreakable. 

You were finishing showing him the way to say a more complicated sentence, when your guardian called to you for weapon training.

"Wait." Mando said. "Can you...get me out of here?" He asked, twisting his wrists in the ropes behind him. You hesitated, one knee up as you froze mid-step. Could you?...yes. But it would go against your tribe. Then again he was your friend...right? 

Unlike every other time, you did not bid him goodnight, nor did you come back later that night with your black melons and torch. He watched you as you aimed with your guardians rifle, hitting every target there was in the distance but one. He was impressed, but still didn't know what to do with your lack of response.

As you ate your dinner, your thoughts ran rampant in your mind like a horde of Banthas in a sand storm. You could help him, but what would your tribe do once they found out? Would they hunt him? Hunt you? Could you convince them? Were you really capable of helping your friend?

Making up your mind, you went up to the leader of your tribe and waited for him to acknowledge you. When he turned, you offered your idea. 

And the debate began, lasting for the rest of the night.

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The Mandalorian had been kept up by the constant arguing, only able to piece together a word or two, but eventually, he fell asleep. He woke to the feeling of the grip of the ropes around his wrists loosening, until they were no more. Pulling his arms back to his chest, he rolled his shoulders and rubbed his sore, raw wrists, using the pole behind his back to help him stand up. He wasn't expecting the grown Tusken behind him, or the pile of beskar armor in your arms and satchel of supplies beside him.

After letting his legs adjust to his weight, he stepped forward to face the leader. He took the battered armor from your arms and handed it to Mando, which he took carefully, holding it close.

"We give you our trust," The Tusken signed as he spoke. "and we take the word of our young, but break it, and you shall not live to see the suns of day again." He warned. The Mandalorian nodded, responding in fluid Tusken.

"I understand."

And with that, he bid goodbye and walked away. Mando turned to you, head tilted as he set his armor down and began reattaching his left pauldron. "You did this?" He asked, holding up his now free wrist.

"You're my friend, and I'd rather have you with us, than against us." You shrieked. Mando smiled under his helmet and gripped your shoulder gently. You patted his hand and gave it a squeeze, holding up his right pauldron and setting it on his shoulder for him to strap on.

Once he was armor-clad and looking like a Mandalorian again, you gave him a black melon and and damp cloth, pointing to the back of your tent, where he could take his helmet off in peace. He nodded in thanks and went inside while you stood guard outside. 

He took his helmet off and took a deep breath, holding the water soaked cloth to his neck, the cool sensation sending chills across his heated skin. Once he cooled himself off and drank from the melon, he secured his helmet and went back out, his visor meeting your goggles instantly.

Taking his gloved hand in your own, you led him to the campfire to introduce him to your guardian. But before you could step foot in the fires circle, a Tuskens cry was heard from across the dunes, cut off too soon to be natural. Something was wrong.

Mando was free, but this wasn't over yet.