Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Strange Savior | Part 2

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Spoilers for BOBF, Unedited

Mandalorian x Male! Reader

Word Count: 1484  (Idk about this one but eh. Also I'm sick TvT)

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As Mando landed and shut down the N1 Starfighter, he was approached by a bearded brunette man he didn't recognize. He walked with the casual confidence of authority only Tatooine could have.

"You wanna park your Starship, you gotta do it out there in the flat." He pointed in the other direction, but Mando just stepped up to meet him in the path.

"I'm looking for Marshall Vanth." He addressed simply.

"I don't think you heard what I said." The other man squinted in the Tatooine suns, hands close to his blaster holster. 

"I heard you." Mando tilted his head.

"I'll take it from here deputy." A different voice interrupted, this one familiarly worn. Both turned to look at the man clad in red. The man gave the Mandalorian a once over before wandering off, while the Marshal and Bounty Hunter shared a nod.

"He's new. Still a bit jumpy." Vanth declared with a small grin, thumbs hooked in his belt loops. "Is that a Naboo Starfighter?" He asked, changing the subject and walking towards the ship. Mando nodded and turned with him.

"That's what it started off as," Mando started, giving him a look from behind his visor. "I haven't seen you since you gave up your armor, how have you been?" He asked, attempting to make small talk. 

"More careful." Was the older man's response. "Where's the little guy?" Mando hesitated.

"Back with his own folk." A beat of silence passed.

"That's too bad. I guess we both lost something we were fond of." Vanth remarked, surveying the ship absently. Mando sighed and shifted his weight.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He offered. Vanth said nothing as he turned on his heel, back towards the Cantina. The Mandalorian followed.

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Taanti poured Vanth a drink as Mando explained his situation, moving on to the masked figure on the other end of the bar once he was done.

"I still don't see what all that's got to do with me." He said, sauntering over to where Mando sat, ignoring the two other customers at the bar.

"I need you to lead a Garrison." Mando responded. "Your people are good fighters, and there's plenty of credits in it for them too."

You listened to them negotiate and argue from across the bar, trying to pick up on anything you might be able to find useful, Bounty Hunter wise. Nothing much, but you caught the name of someone you hadn't heard in a while. Boba Fett.

But you only grew more curious at the mention of this beskar man working alongside these people before, and the current problem with the Pyke Syndicate's. Though the bartender declined to help for the people of Freetown. 

Vanth seemed a bit more open minded.

You watched discreetly as the Marshall seemed to crumble, and smirked as they closed the deal. You pulled your new crimson mask down around your neck, careful to keep your bandaged jaw facing the wall as you took a sip of your bronze beverage, not wanting to draw much attention to yourself. 

However when Vanth glanced at you before he left, soon followed by the Deputy across the bar, it was made obvious you were new in town.