Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Strange Savior | Part 4

Requested by popular demand and my incapabilities to leave this plot as it was<3

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Weapons, Insinuation of attempted r@pe, Flirting, Drinking, FLuff, Unedited

Mandalorian x Male! Reader

Word Count: 3801 (Damn I did good with this lol so much for a short chapter. I'm helplessly in love with this man TvT I might have gotten the flirting down?)

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Two souls wandering the galaxies with unlimited purpose, living their lives, tasking relentless responsibility, their hearts drawing nearer no matter how far away they may lie.

One ran from its past, desperate for a new start but always falling back into its unmistakable clutches, old habits dying hard and feelings clashing harder.

The other ran towards the future, one step at a time, determined to make it from one start to another finish in hopes of finding its fulfilled desire it never knew it needed.

They crossed their fateful paths only three times in this lifetime, but the first was enough to hook them on the intoxicating feeling of being within the presence of the other. The third only took place for the precautions of the universe.

Now the fourth meeting was inevitable, a promise in the stars, a whisper in the wind, a scream from the sun, a cry from the water, but finally that vow will be made whole once and for all.

Finally, these two souls will collide.

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The Mandalorian ambled through the streets of Carlaarva-4 with purpose, the tracking fob in his fist beeping quicker with each step through the leaf littered streets.

The visor of his iconic helmet scanned the streets, swiveling slowly as though he were just enjoying the scenery of the beautiful orchards and plotted lands in the distance. Soft music filled the air, the pluck of a string, the clink of a bell, the harmony of a band making the planet feel mystical and calm. The child's pram hovered by his side,  his little green claws grasping at fruits toppling over the baskets of their stands and colorful treats simmering in the wind - fresh from the oven.

There were many locals roaming the market, fresh neutral colors dotted with blues, golds, pinks, and greens, the colors complimenting their skin ranging anywhere from silver grey to autumn orange. Most let him pass, familiar with travelers stopping by for their produce and unique cloth patterns, but there were always those who stared from afar, admiring his armor, whispering through their whiskers, waiting for motive of his objective.

Suddenly the child began to coo, and it was then that Mando too heard the disturbance of the town's harmonic melody. Grunts, the sounds of wind whipping and skin meeting, fists colliding and feet shuffling. A fight.

And the device in his hand was going crazy the closer he approached the sound.

Ignoring the boring gaze of the citizens as his pace sped up, he searched the alleyways and every hole in the wall he passed, and the child started to giggle. He glanced down at the kid with furrowed brows, but rushed to keep an eye out once again, seeing a scuffle of leaves spit up from the arched marble doorway of an abandoned building. No one stepped in, and no one glanced at it twice, leaving the Mandalorian to wonder what usually happened here.