Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Hesitant Hearts

Warnings: Fluff, Self doubt, Angst, Death and violence, PTSD, Blood

Mandalorian x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2742 (idk this one was just a thought, it's kinda awkwardly written sry. This one is kinda Grogu focused tbh)

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The Mandalorian met his match on Mortuus, the name translating to literal Death.

And just like the name of his missions residence implied, your attack was stealthy and calculated, however surprised you were to see him there as well.

The bounty was surrounded by guards, but his defences were quickly falling by opposing ends of either hunter, unbeknownst to the other. By the time you clashed in the middle of his base, you were both hot, sweaty and stained in blood, desperate for a fresh meal and cold shower.

However bounty hunters were rarely ever so kind to one another. Especially on the job.

As the disgusting bounty cowered from your combined wrath, you argued about the man's rightful captor, over a hundred-thousand credits on the line. The shouting quickly turned to shooting, and you both did whatever it took to win the prize. You would use his beskar against him and he would use your lack of such a metal against you.

After the earth-shattering battle that had ensued ended in a tie, your chests heaving and muscles burning, weapons rattling in your hands, you made a reluctant agreement. Since your ship was running its last race like the hunk of junk it was, and Mando was a man of his word, you set the coordinates back to Navarro, glaring at the other across the hull as you tended to your wounds.

But once the month long journey began, you were exposed to a very important fact you had been blind to before.

There was a child on the ship.

A kriffing baby in the hands of a kriffing Mandalorian that you must be in close quarters with for a kriffing month. Wonderful.

As the weeks pressed on, Mando noticed how skittish you would become upon the child's presence. Every noise he made would make you flinch, every movement in your direction resulted in a sidestep away, and every exclamation of affection from the creature would leave you running off to shine your blaster or check the stock supply he knew was full and ready for another few months.

It was odd, to say the least.

He shrugged it off at first, assuming you weren't accustomed to children and you needed to warm up to the little bean. But that was weeks ago.

Your reactions wouldn't change, your guard would never let down, and while admittedly his wouldn't either, yours was strangely apparent. You didn't seem to have a problem with the man that had tried to take your life, but the innocent child would send fear churning your gut and swimming in your e/c eyes.

It was during the third week of your partnership that Mando caught you sleeping in the cockpit, a habit you apparently had during long flights in unfamiliar areas. Your head rested on your shoulder, the usual armor discarded in your bag for the moment. Your legs were tucked up to your body and your arms were crossed, the soft s/c skin over your eyes fluttering with the knowledge of dreams.