Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Freedom Is Earned

Requested by @clover_cloud738 <3

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of slavery, Mutations, Mentions of torture, Human experiments, Implied SA, Slave Traders, Angst, Blood

Mandalorian x Fem! Hybrid! Reader

Word Count: 3713 (Good god I didn't mean for it to take this long mb gang so sorry TvT)

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Whispers are everywhere.

Through every street, between each stall, beneath each roof and shared from every mouth.

Whispers carried rumors.

Whispers carried secrets.

This town had many.

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The Mandalorian appeared as quickly and as mysteriously as he always did, with his cape fluttering behind him after every step and his beskar armor sharp under the cloudy sky.

The child was observing everything from his bag at the Mandalorians hip, eyes wide with curiosity and ears quirking at every new sound. A sudden shadow in the gloomy place caught his attention from a passing alleyway, but was gone just as quickly, so he didn't pay it much more mind. His guardian waded through the scarce crowd easily, his eyes searching beneath his T-shaped visor for a cantina he could get information from.

Drinks and secrets went well together, from his experience.

He was directed to a pock-marked building by its neon sign and expertly shielded the child from any prying eyes. The inhabitants of this particular cantina weren't friendly by any means, but then again when was that ever really the case for people like him? However with hostile planets often came underground gossip and deals, both of which the glaring Mandalorian was in need of.

He ordered the cheapest drink on the board and took a seat at the bar, his back leaning against it for a better viewpoint of the place. He the typical patrons for places like these, seedy criminals, smugglers, murderers, and youngers that looked too young for the pain in their eyes. Like usual, Din ignored them in favor of getting comfortable and listening.

When men like him came into town, rumors spread. And if he was still enough, they forgot he could hear them.

There wasn't anything interesting at first. Economy issues, trade route delays, and bets gone wrong, but with the hours that passed, the Mandalorian began to reap the reward for his patience.

"-have you heard of the things he's done?" A masked figure murmured to Din's right, seated at a table of four. "Horrible, horrible things to those girls. He'll take every species he can get his hands on just for those sick experiments of his. Can you believe it?"

"Heard he's got a buyer too. The trades are coming up soon. How many do you think they have this year?" Another asked.

"Too damn many." The third muttered waspishly into their drink. 

Din pondered this information. It didn't sound related to his bounty, but that didn't make it any better. It sounded like a nasty business, and unfortunately one he was used to in his line of work.

Maybe if he just...

Another voice, darker and on the other side of the room, crackled in his helmets' ears.