Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

The Blossom of the Month

Requested by @gwenstacysbrokenback 

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Period, Blood, Fluff, Cramps, PAIN, Din<3

Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1374 (Im sorry- 5K VIEWS???? WOWZA. THANK YOU ALL I LOVE YOU SRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES TvT Not sure if this is what you pictured, but I took some artistic liberties. Also guess who's sick again🤒)

Translations: Cyar'ika = Darling, Sweetheart, ect. |

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Another shock of pain tremored your abdomen, twisted your guts into agonizing knots and flipping them inside out twice over. At least, that's what it felt like.

You winced, but kept any other indication of pain off your face as you continued to pursue combat with the Bounty challenging you with his crude excuse for a knife. Though you hadn't been stabbed by your opponent, it seemed your body was betraying you in your stressed time of need.

And while a task like this normally wouldn't have been a problem, you had broken into a sweat, not to mention the feeling of being struck by a thousand oncoming blasters laid persistent in your pelvis area. 

So when you finally arrived at the drop sight and aggressively threw the man across the table, causing the cards of the game to scatter and flitter through the air, and drinks to spill into their drinkers laps, you were about ready to kill someone else. But you were just worried about getting home before the signs of your cycle started to show, leaving a problem for the next time you cleaned your clothes. 

All laughter from the tavern ceased at the sight of your raggled and sweaty form, and many shrunk back at the mere glint of your scowl.

"Veroxa Laternya. Murderer, underground arms trader, and assault of an officer. 1200 credits." You repeated the information of the puck, holding out a hand expectantly to the middle aged man who was inspecting the pale body of which you had discarded before them.

"I didn't think this would be such a struggle for you. I mean, you are Y/n L/n," Your scowl deepened, and you clenched your other fist, making the leather of your glove creak. 

"Just give me the money." You hissed, hiding a grimace as another wave of bloody pain twisted your stomach like the lines of your old snare traps. Your left eyelid twitched.

"Well if you're going to be so hostile, I might just have to reduct your pay-" His next words were cut off by the force of a blade held tight to his throat, making any further movement a one-way ticket to death. At least twenty aliens had their weapons out, all trained on you.

You felt invincible in that moment, irritably so, and didn't so much as flinch at their grim expressions. You leaned down close, your lips right next to the man's ear.

"Give me my kriffng credits, and your men won't have to find out what awaits them on the other side of those nightmares I know they get every time they close their eyes since working for you." A growl seeped through your throat as these words seemed to click something behind those arrogant predator eyes.

You couldn't help the triumphant smile that made its way to your lips at the look of pure, genuine fear swimming in his murky brown eyes. He attempted to swallow, only to wince as your sharp-cut dagger dug into his soft, pristine skin.

He made eye contact with the woman closest to his right, and curled his fingers towards his palm in a 'come' motion. She was reluctant, but set the gun in its holster and approached you anyways, dropping a pleasantly heavy drawstring pouch into your free hand.