Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Unlikely Allies | Part 3

Warnings: Violence, Death, Blood, Laguage, PBY (Pre- Baby Yoda), unedited

Mandalorian x Child! Tusken! Reader

Word Count: 1165 (Do you like it? IDk if i like it. Also, sorry not sorry.)

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Time seemed to freeze.

The constant sandy breeze of the desert stopped, the sun's beams beat down blindingly, and everyone in camp stopped their tasks.

Then another blaster was heard, another scream, another body hit the ground.

And everything came back in full swing.

Your hand jerked out of his as you ran with the others to snatch weapons and gather supplies. Mando activated his heat sensors, taking binoculars from his bag to zoom in on the distant dunes. He was not all surprised of what he saw.

What looked like an army was charging towards the camp, and he could only assume they were raiders of the worst kind. Setting his helmet back to normal and putting his binoculars away, the Mandalorian joined the tribe of Tuskens in the preparations for battle.

Getting the attention of the leader, he chose his Tusken carefully along with his signs, managing not to screw it up. "How can I help?" He asked.

"You fight with us." Was their response, before they ran off to the sea of sand and posts, rifle in hand.

The camp was in a frenzy, and from what Mando gathered, they had less than five minutes before the raiders were at their borders. It would definitely be difficult, maybe even impossible.

 So he joined them.

It was impressive to see that in a matter of minutes, the tribe of over fifteen Sand People had gotten into defensive position all around the border of their camp, hid their belongings, and readied their weapons without so much as a hitch. 

Everyone listened carefully as the battle plan was explained, and Mando was proud when he understood everything they said. They had hardly a minute left before the attackers arrived, and each member of this large family had taken their place to defend their home.

It was strange to say, to think of. Family. But that's what these people had become to him, in an unexpected way. Especially the youngling with a black rifle camouflaging expertly in your environment, aiming and ready to fire. The same child who had taken him down. Cared for him. Taught him. Helped him. You were like the kid he never had. So yeah, he'd defend this place as if it were his own home, because he didn't know what he'd do if he let it burn to the ground.

The battle cries were heard before the speeder bikes, but he knew exactly when the first trap was hit. The bombs detonation shook the tough earth beneath their feet, and Mando saw the cloaked raider fly through the air, before he made impact with the ground, his bike not too far behind him.

Shouts of outrage echoed off the massive sand drifts of Tatooine's dunes, the rest of the aliens hoard finally came into view not long after.

Their bikes were shot at first, while some aimed for the raiders on the vehicles. Personally, Mando went for the back of the group, so while the front was finished off they wouldn't have to deal with backup.

Men were flying off their bikes and toppling over their weapons, a few impaling themselves with vibroblades and spears. However the ones that got back up, would soon wish they hadn't.

With everyone on both sides running and hobbling on foot to their enemies, a massacre was sure to take place. The Tuskens cries and shrieks that once sent fear through the Mandalorian, now gave comfort, as he knew they weren't against him this time. They raised their weapons and clobbered the enemy, either shooting them down or bonking them over the head with their staffs. But they just kept coming.

A particular cry caught Mando's attention, and he looked from where he'd just strangled a man with his tripwire to the left, his instincts acting before his brain. 

There you stood in combat with a rather large man in only a vest. Whereas he had a blaster without amo, you had a sharp Gaffi Stick. Twisting the firearm out of his hand and whacking him in the groin, you yelled in victory before bashing him in the temple with the sharp end of your club. You were unaware of the scaly bastard sneaking up behind you.

Before she could pull her blaster, Mando had already shot her down. You switched your gaze from the fallen man to the woman, then back to Mando. You nodded to each other and went your separate ways, determined to defend your people.

The fight went on for what felt like forever, and Mando was getting tired, his motions sloppy, his cuts sometimes too short. But with the Tuskens on his side, the enemy was quickly being discarded. When his back collided with someone else's, he tilted his head to the side, all the while parrying with the three raiders in front of him.

It was you protecting his back, fighting off two of your own foes, talking trash with words even he didn't understand yet. With you both fighting back to back, along with the rest of the tribe, the battle was quickly over. As the last man fell, the entire camp raised their weapons and jumped through the air, shrieking and baying your victory to the world. The Mandalorian even raised his own blaster, grinning under his helmet while his other arm went limp.

Alright. Not the whole camp.

A pained groan came from somewhere among the bodies surrounding you, and you were quick to find the source, whether to help one of your own or kill a surviving enemy. 

Pushing away the other bodies, you saw the familiar mask of your guardian, and was quick to dig him out. Everyone had stopped cheering by this point, and gathered around you. When he was free, you saw the large patch of red soaking his garments, crying out in panic. You called for the herbalist, anyone really, and they rushed back to the camp to get supplies. Mando stood behind you, smile replaced by a frown.

It cracked the Mandalorians heart to see you clutch to the Tuskens hand, cries and squeaks expressing your distress while he only grumbled to you, expressing the honor it had been to raise you, and serve for the greater cause of the tribe. 

By the time the healers had come back, he was gone, body limp and head rested on the ground, cloth-wrapped hand seeming colder in yours. You sat there in the sun, shoulders shaking with your head hung low as you mourned the loss of not only a parent, but a friend, and a mentor.

Although you had won the battle today, it had come at a great cost. Mando stepped up and placed a firm hand on your shoulder, crouching down to sit at your side and be your rock in the storm. Because when he lost someone, he always wished someone had been there.

And now he could be that for you.