Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Family Secrets | Part 2

Requested by @penguins2014 <3 

Warnings: Violence, Angst, A little fluff, Unedited, Poor insults please message me better ones i'm tired TvT

Mandalorian x FTM! (to be) Reader

Word Count: 2483 (Sorry there's a lot of dialogue TvT Play song after 2nd timeskip idk if it goes tho. Thoughts on part 3 with chapter 16?)

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You walked hurriedly with the rest of the group, head hung low with tears still misting your eyes, his necklace clutched so tight in your hand that you could feel it digging into your skin, the other gripping the leather strap of your rifle. Cara held the baby while whispering reassurances, and Greef walked beside her, processing your previous fight.

As your footsteps echoed throughout the tunnel, you thought back to the last moments before you left.

You turned to IG-11, glaring at it with determination.

"Take care of him." You said in a voice reserved for only the worst. The droid gave the equivalent of a nod and turned to the dying Mandalorian quickly, handing the child to Cara with a threat of its own.

Mando watched as you were forced to march down the sewer vent with the reluctance of a Bantha.

The memory was cut short when two clunky footsteps were heard behind you. You reached for your blaster.

Turning your head to see who it was, a grin pulled at your lips and your head raised a little higher. But you didn't let the good outway the bad just yet.

The mood seemed to lift just a fraction at the sight of Din limping down the tunnel, IG-11 at his side, and you slowed until they were walking along your side.

"Do you know which way to go?" Cara asked.

"No. I don't know these tunnels." Din responded, grunting in pain. "I've only entered from the bazaar." You sighed and did your best to interpret the almost identical corridors.

"Well, if we get the smell of sulfur and we follow it, it'll lead us up to the plains where the river flows." Greef said. You pursed your lips.

"The Imps will catch us before we make it to the ship." You pointed out, and saw Din nod slightly out of the corner of your eye.

"We need the Mandalorians to escort us to safety." He agreed.

"This place is a maze." Cara groaned. You all walked for a while longer, until Din led you around a corner. You sucked in a sharp breath.

A pile of discarded Mandalorian armor was gathered in the center of the tunnel, and you all froze.

"We should go." Cara mumbled, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. Your fists tightened at your sides in order to hide their trembling. Anger consumed you as your heart ached and eyes stung.

"You go. Take the ship. I can't leave it this way." Din declared. You shook your head, refusing to leave him again. Faster than you could blink he had whirled on Greef. "Did you know about this? Is this the work of your bounty hunters?"

"No." Greef denied. "When you left the system and took the prize, the fighting ended and the hunters just melted away. You know how it is." He shrugged. "They're mercenaries. They're not zealots."

"Did you do this? Did you?" You raised your arm before he could step closer, attempting to prevent any further unnecessary violence.

"No!" Greef repeated.