Star Wars Imagines (character X reader)

I can't (Part 6) Mando

Din's POV:

Arriving back on Nevarro Din lets out a soft sigh. He'd been gone for nearly two weeks. The job, like he'd expected, had taken a lot longer than first anticipated and it has worn him down. Yet another thing that has been dwelling on his mind is you, how you haven't responded to his message. It's been digging a cavernous pit in his stomach, like he knew something was wrong. You've been upset with him before but you've always let it go within a few days. But this, this is different. On landing Din had tried to look for Glider but to his dismay it wasn't parked in its usual bay. A sick wave of anxiety washes over him as he slides down the ladder from the cockpit and glances over at the Kid asleep in his floating crib. Closing the front of it he grabs all he needs and makes his way into the dwellings of Nevarro.

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"Where's Y/n?" Din asks as he tosses the badge of some bounty onto Greefs desk making him jump.

With a nervous breath Greef looks up at the bounty hunter, a meek smile creeping across his lips. Not saying a word he reaches into a draw and pulls out the credits that were due to Din for his last job. 

"Here you go." His voice trembles a little, clearly not wanting to say anything. "Nice doing business with you." 

Letting a serge of anger take over Din slams his fits down onto the desk, startling Greef and the child out of his sleep. 

"Where is she?" He barks

Trembling like an earthquake Greef stutters before pulling himself together a bit.

"She...uh she...she took a job, the day you left. She wa...was in here and drinking herself out of her anger and took a hunt that was a three man job. I tried to stop her but she was drunk and determined and..." He trails off as he rants.

"And what?" Din gruffs, feeling his own anger rising up like fire.

"She hasn't returned in two weeks. There's been no communication either, I've tried but she's radio silent." Greef finishes, his voice laced with guilt knowing he was a bit part of you being in this mess.  

Snatching up his credits Din points at Greef with a clenched fit. 

"She better be ok or I swear we're going to have issues." 

Storming out Din makes his way to the enclave, knowing that if Y/n was on this infernal planet she'd be there. Striding down the endless labyrinth he starts running over every possible scenario in his head. Hoping that you would be safe.

Y/n's POV:

Staring at yourself in the mirror you wipe away a trail of fresh tears, your eyes scanning over the red lines running down your cheeks. Your armour sits in a neat pile in the corner of your room next to a large bag. Beneath you the Glider meets the ground and the familiar heat of Nevarro starts to radiate through the walls. Taking out a clothmask you slide it over your nose and mouth before lifting a deep hood over the rest of your head and face. Slowly you place each piece of armour into the bag, resting your forehead against the helmet one last time before placing it and closing the bag up. You've never felt so nervous in your life, not even on the day your village was burning down. Smashing the button for the ramp you pick up your bag and the severed head of your bounty, beginning your walk to Greefs.

As you pass people they move aside, their eyes either glued to the severed head on your hand or the dark hood hiding your face. It feels wrong, not having your armour and helmet on but this was the way. 

The cantina buzzing with chatter and music falls dead silent as you step in, barging past anyone in your way. Tossing the head and chip in front of Greef he sits staring up at the mysterious figure before him.

"Pay up" You murmur, still not used to hearing your voice without the modulator.

Picking up the chip Greef takes in a sharp breath.

"This job was taken by a Mando not....." He pauses. "Y/n? Is that you?" His voice laces with concern and guilt. He of all people knows how seriously the Mandalorian take their Oath. 

Not wanting to answer him you stand, silent, impatience growing.

"I don't have time for this, pay up" You grumble.

"What happened?" Greef breathily asks as he grabs a big bag of credits and hands it to you. 

Turning away you dare not look back. 'Too much' you murmur. Lugging your bag along you slide your way into the tunnels making your way towards where the tribe is. It takes a lot longer than usually, or maybe it doesn't you can't tell when you're walking alone. Eventually you reach the tribe. A few mandalorians stand as you pass, making you know that outsiders aren't welcome. If only they knew. 

Making a turn you stride into the Armourers room tossing the bag down by the forge. 

"Beskar for the foundlings or someone who's taking the creed. It's a full set." You inform from beneath your hood and behind the mask. 

Opening the bag the armourer filters through the contents clearly rather skeptical of you. From the doorway behind you the clanking of boots storms in and a familiar Mandalorian stands in front of you ignoring your presence. 

"Has y/n been seen in these parts recently." He starts before his gaze moves down to the armour, landing on a fire pattered arm guard. "Where did you get that?" He growls almost anxiously. 

The armourer says nothing while pointing to you. Within a split second a gloved had wraps around your throat slamming your back against the cold stone wall. His hand squeezes hard, trembling with rage.

"How did you get this? What have you done to her? What did you do?" His voice sends shock waves through your body. 

Clawing at his hand you feel your airways closing up as his hand crushes at your throat tighter and tighter. Arms bringing to flail you accidentally knock your hood back. Kicking and squirming your sleeves ride up as you fight for your life. Glancing at one of your arms the armourer pulls Din back slowly, somehow making him let go of your throat. Collapsing to the stone floor you splutter and cough hard, heaving in desperate amounts of oxygen. Your mask on the floor.

"I would not do that." She says stoically, a horrified tone creeping into her voice. Holding out the arm guard she motions to your now exposed arm riddled with burn scars. A gasp escapes Dins lips as he stares down at you, tears streaming down his face already. 

"Y/n?" He whispers in utter disbelief. "Wha....what happened?" 

Once you have your breath back you pull yourself to your feet, using the wall for support. 

"What happened is that I got caught. They knew about mandalorian culture...they....they removed my helmet and left me tied to a post for two weeks for all to see. That is what happened Din. My stupidity got me caught and now my face has been seen and I can't do this anymore. I was so mad that you'd gone away on your own. I was scared you didn't need me like I need you. You and the kid mean so much to me and if anything were to have happened to either of you I would never forgive myself but now I've gone and fucked it up. I can't put it back on......I can't" You blurt out, not really knowing if anything made sense as you viciously wipe away rivers of tears. 

"Y/n...." 

"I love you Din...I have for so long and I've never told you and I'm so sorry." Turning your gaze to the armourer you nod, "Take the armour use it for the foundlings as the way should be. And Din...take care of the kid....I love you" Before anything else could be said you rush out of the room, making your way through the tunnels with haste. Lunging to follow you Din finds himself held back by the armourer.

"Let her be. She is deeply set in pain." Is all she says before lifting the bag of armour. Storming over Din reaches out and snatches up your arm guard. He couldn't let this piece of you be lost too. He couldn't loose you...