Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Ignotus Night | Part 2

Warnings: Violence, Guns, Swearing if you squint, PBY ( Pre-Baby Yoda )

Mandalorian x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2183 (I made up a word. Guess which one it is. Idk if the chase scene is too long but i like it so wtv. Please play the song at the -~-  for a better experience<3 Also roof doesn't looking like a freaking word anymore help-)

Translations: Magister = The Boss / Boss (Latin) | Ignotus = Strange, odd, unfamiliar, ect. (Latin) |

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Your shoulders drew back at the sound, and your legs refused to meld away from the ground.

Kriffing Hells how is he so quiet with all that metal?

You shifted your weight as if to run to your left, but a deep, bone chilling voice crackled and stopped you.

"Stay where you are." He demanded, making you freeze, e/c eyes searching the walls for any way of escape, a smile appearing beyond his view at the sight of multiple bullet holes and the remnants of multiple fire sword incidents you may or may not have been a part of. 

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, you felt an overwhelming presence behind you, the modulated exhales from proof of life much closer than before as the barrel of a blaster wedged between your shoulder blades.

You've been held at gunpoint before, and it'd probably happen again, but damn you needed to start planning your escape routes better. He nudged your back forcefully, so you slowly lifted your gloved hands to the heavens until he commanded you face him, drawing his firearm back briefly. 

Doing as he asked, your gaze raked across the walls and stacks of empty crates, soon lifting to the rafters, which in this area were the only thing holding some of these things up. Your mind drafted a plan.

When you finally saw him, face-to-face, life-to-death, your lips pulled up in a smile that was sure to confuse him. One that held confidence, elation, anything other than fear.

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"Well," You spoke for the first time, inspecting his armor closely before meeting his T-shaped visor, wiped of any emotion other than menacing. "I guess this is why they say never meet your heroes."

He tilted his head, the gun lowering just a hair, and you stared into where you assumed his eyes may be, counting down the seconds.

"I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold."

"Cold please. Do you know how kriffing hot this place gets in the summer? I haven't had a good swim in years!" You complained, noticing how the gun lowered even more with his confusion.

"No, dead or aliv-"

You kicked the weapon out of his grasp, watching it smack against the wall before grabbing his shoulders and drawing him close, ramming a boot to his crotch. He groaned, doubling over as you ran, planning to use the towering staircase of boxes and crates to reach the rafters, using the unintentional footholds in the wall to help you swing to the roof.

However just as you grabbed hold of the splintering wood, a blast went off below you, sending the bits of your makeshift staircase flying, almost causing you to lose your slim grip to freedom.

There was a growl of frustration soon followed by a sigh as he aimed his blaster again, helmet glinting as he tilted it to look up at you. You hauled yourself over the side of the roof, and smirked with a wave, ducking when a blaster shot rang around the tight space.