Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Family Secrets | Part 1

Requested by @penguins2014 <3 I hope this is kinda what you pictured!

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Unedited, 

Mandalorian x FTM! (to be) Reader

Word Count: 1933 (Damn. This was originally over 4k words...so I kinda cut it in half<3 This takes place during episode 8. Also I did research on the readers background but some things may not line up, so please let me know if something is out of wack!)

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You had your backs pressed against the wall of the cantina, weapons in hand as the dark dressed man and his troopers awaited just outside, their E-Web heavy blaster trained on your location.

You, Mando, Greef, and Cara exchanged looks as he continued his power rant, trying to come up with a way out.

"How is there only one exit?" You huffed.

"What about the sewers?" Mando suggested, elaborating when you all gave him questioning looks. "The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers. If we can get down there, they can help us escape."

You all nodded. "Yeah, sewers are good."

Mando and Cara searched for a sewer vent while you kept an eye on the E-Web's process, trying to find a way to shoot the obvious man in charge from your limited range. You glanced back at the others for their progress as he started speaking again, but what he said made you all freeze, one by one.

"Members of my escort have completed assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster." He announced. You cursed and clicked the safety off of your firearm.

"If you are unfamiliar with this weapon, I am sure that Republican Shock Trooper Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan will advise you that she has witnessed many of her ranks vaporize mid-descent facing the predecessor of this particular model." A haunted look of shame shadowed the ex-Shock Trooper's sharp features, sending a chill of unease up your spine. 

"Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore, when gunships outfitted with similar ordnance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of a Thousand Tears." You flinched at the mention of your old home, the horrors you had seen those days rushing to the front of your mind, and watched as Mand- Din went rigid, tilting his head to the open window. 

But he wasn't done yet.

"Or," He stopped to chuckle, a devious sound that sent goosebumps jumping across your skin. "The wayward smuggler and Lady of Mandalore herself, Y/n Kryze, could reveal how she witnessed first hand of its extensive destruction. How it reduced her home to ruins, and how she could do nothing to stop it, no matter how much she tried."

Everyone looked at you.

"You will never redeem the blood from your hands, even with water from the Mines of Mandalore."

Your e/c eyes were wide with unshed tears, hands fisting your rifle so hard that it shook in its position. The Mandalorian turned his helmet to you, and you felt his visor bore into your very soul. The man smirked from outside, seeing you all from a broken shard of a mirror in the cantina.

"Oh, they didn't know did they?" You squeezed your eyes shut, bidding the horrible memories of your childhood to pass. It hurt, knowing you had kept things from your friends, but it was even worse that you couldn't tell them yourself. "Well, won't that be a conversation!" His voice was filled with the excitement of a sociopath, not much but still very much real.

"Moving on, I advise disgraced Magistrate Greef Karga to search the wisdom of his years and urge you to lay down your arms and come outside. The structure you are trapped in will be razed in short order and your storied lives will come to an unceremonious end."