Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

It's a Gift

Warnings: Violence ig, really short, fluff

Mandalorian x GN! Reader

Word Count: 471 (I promise Family Secrets 3 is coming out soon I'm almost done, but this popped in my head)

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You sat with your back against the plain white wall engraved with boring technical indents, e/c eyes closed and on the verge of sleep. You were waiting to be transported to the bigger, apparently more secure Detention Center, but you doubted it would hold you very long.

So why haven't you already escaped, you ask? Well, you were tired.

Being electrocuted with a Shock Stick seven times can do that to a person.

Now here you sat, after almost killing a few StormTroopers and knocking the others out in your attempted escape, you were on the verge of a nap. But a rather loud noise snapped your wandering mind back to reality.

It began with muffled shouts, then obvious threats, but as far as you knew the attacker never spoke. Next was blaster fire, and screams, then bodies falling. You believe there was even the whizzing of whistling birds.

You began to sit up with a smile as you made your way closer to the door of your holding cell, hands resting in your pockets as you focused on the noise outside.

More screams. 

Collisions. 

The whip of fabric. A Cape?

Boots pounding. 

Grunts and cries.

Weapons hitting their targets and dropping. 

Blasters firing. 

Armor on armor.

And then.....

....Silence.

You grinned as a single, familiar pair of footsteps came closer and closer to your cell, and you leaned against the wall whilst crossing your arms. You knew he'd come eventually, once he heard the news of your, as most people said, inevitable capture.

In a matter of seconds, the door slid into the ceiling, and you were face to face with one of the most famous Bounty Hunters of all. The Mandalorian. And to few, Din Djarin.

But you just called him your boyfriend.

"Took you long enough," Your lips easily curved into a smirk as an unamused sigh filtered under his helmet.

"How do you always manage to get into trouble?" He responded with instead, taking your arm gently, your exhaustion clearly visible, at least to him. "I was gone for two minutes." He continued.

You finally settled on a small, prideful smile, that was on the edge of mischievous if you were being honest.

"What can I say," You shrugged, taking his hand in yours as he led you through the halls, littered with unconscious - or so you assumed - guards. "It's a gift."

He sighed again, though this one sounded just a touch more relieved, and you leaned your head against his shoulder, planning to attack him with a hug once you were back on the ship, and then spend some time with the kid in the cockpit so Din wouldn't feel lonely.

It was nice having a family again.

And this time you wouldn't let go.