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The Fundamentals of Loving | PART 1: Genesis

THE FUNDAMENTALS OF LOVING

PART 2 (SOON) ⇒

Rating: T (Teen And Up Audiences)

Type: Fluff

Request: “Could u possibly do a din x reader where the two of them are always trying to one up eachother on missions and it’s like a little game and eventually din realizes “on my god I’m in love w/ them-“ !”

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings:Gender-Based Discrimination, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Age Gap

A/N: Did Sam just start writing her first series? Yes, indeed. I simply thought that this request was too good to be crammed into a single fic which would probably turn out very sloppy sooooooooo here is part one of this short series, probably approx 5 parts.

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You had been working with the Mandalorian since before you had ever even heard of The Child, or Grogu, as you’d recently discovered. You weren’t even a bounty hunter when Mando, as you called him, parked his ship on your planet, looking for spare parts for his ship.

That search led him to a small and dodgy corner store in a sandy village. It was a poorly lit weaponry and spare parts shop, frowsty and stale smelling, with dust from the outside environment all over the glass cabinets that held the products.

The Mandalorian makes his way across the store to the counter, and without saying a word, sliding a few credits to the creature attending to him.

“Two coaxial cables and a few spark plugs.” comes his modulated voice.

“Let me check the backroom.” says the shop owner before grabbing the credits and waddling through a door next to the counter.

The Mandalorian stands there, taking in his surroundings through the dark visor of his helmet, as he rests his lower back against the counter surface.

Through one of the cabinets glasses, something catches his eyes.

There you stand, running your hand through a beskar blade, carefully choosing which new weapon to purchase. You were no hunter by any means, but being a girl like you in a planet full of filthy creatures, and it being known for the nasty brothels, knowing how to handle yourself has come in handy more than once, as some men have tended to assume that every female in your home is up for a grab.

Just as if on purpose, and to prove your point, a trooper wanders into the store, with two other of his companions, none of them wearing a helmet, but the three of them extremely drunk.

“Oh I might buy a few of these.” one of them exclaims at the entrance, eyeing the riffles and blasters on the first cabinet. You look at them through the corner of your eye but avoiding turning your head as to ignore them. But they don’t ignore you.

“And what do we have here?” the second trooper walks over to you, leaning against the cabinet you were next to. “Come here boys, I found something you’ll definitely want to buy!” the two other troopers, come closer to you, completely circling you against the cabinet. At this point, you are still with your back facing them.

“I’m not for sale.” You state between clenched teeth.

“All of you are.” the third one growls before sliding a gloved hand up the back of your tight.

On the other side of the cabinet line, The Mandalorian grips his blaster, ready to take it out. It was not normal for him to meddle into other people’s business. He only wanted to do his job. But somehow, seeing how defenseless you looked, he felt the need to somehow intervene.

But as soon as that one trooper’s hand reached your bottom, in a fraction of a second, you turn around, slashing him across his bare throat with the blade you had in hand. Quickly you had the two other troopers trying to take you down, but you are quicker and slicker than them (also given the fact that they were drunk), kicking and punching them in all the right places, before grabbing both of their heads and smashing them together, bloody faces crumbling to the ground.

Only then, looking up, did you notice the other presence in the room. Your breath is still altered as he takes a few steps around the cabinets and comes to stand a few feet in front of you.

“That was impressive.” he says with modulated waves.

“Thank you.” you say, bending down to grab the bloody blade from the troopers neck before pulling it out, blood dripping from it.

“Are you a hunter?”

You clean the blade to your pants before turning to face him.

“No. Just someone who has to know how not to get killed.”

Only now does he take a good look at you. He’d never guessed that much skill and strength would fit inside your delicate appearance, you were definitely at least a decade younger than him and you looked like you belonged on a palace next to the highest ranks of the galaxy. Yet here you were, fighting for yourself, covered in dust and rags.

“How would you like to have a job?”

“I’m not one of those.” she said, assuming that The Mandalorian was requesting the services that every other female on this planet seemed to offer.

“I mean as a hunter. Help me catch bounties. I could use someone with your skillset.” sliding the blade through your belt, you cross your arms looking at his helmet.

“I thought Mandalorians worked alone.”

“Let’s just say I’m not as young as I used to be.”

You consider his words, lifting your chin up. “What’s in it for me?”

“A place to sleep and eat, food, experience with flying and getting far away from this place.” With the last part, he motions with his helmet to the pile of the three bodies behind you.

“And credits?” you question

“Don’t worry about them. I’ll buy whatever you need.” he tells you.

“No.”

“No? I’m offering you a job, you’re not the one who sets the terms.”

“You said you need my skillset, and I don’t work for free, spent too many time having to scavenge for my survival.” you pause a brief moment eyeing the place where his eyes would be. “60/40.”

“80/20.”

“I’m not your slave. 65/35.”

“75/25.”

“70/30. Final offer.”

He takes a second, eyeing you head to toe.

“Deal.”

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” you smile at him, at the same time the shop owner emerges from the backroom, eyeing where the two of you stand and specifically the trio of troopers on the floor behind you, blood pooling around them.

He takes a deep breath in before motioning for The Mandalorian to come back to the counter, exasperatedly letting out a “I’ll clean it later.”

The Mandalorian motions you to follow him.

“There you go.” the parts that had been requested are laid on top of the counter and your new partner, picks them up and puts them away in one of his belt’s pockets. He thanks the creature with a nod of his helmet before walking away in direction of the outside world.

Once outside, the sun is almost blinding as you reach your hand to hover over your eyes. From your side, you catch The Mandalorian walking away from you, through the middle of the street, slowed down by the sand.

“Hey,” you shout behind him, causing him to stop and turn to look at you. “where are you going?”

“Back to the ship.”

“But that’s the town border, there’s nothing but sand after that.”

“The ship is parked in that direction. I walked for two days to get here, we are walking back.”

“Two days? You have to be kidding me.” No way you were walking across this hell hole for two days.

“Less complaining, more walking, princess.” The nickname alluding to the vision that he had compared you to, the first time he laid eyes on you, but to your ears not sounding more than a sarcastic remark on how you were acting like a delicate flower than wanted to be carried. Little did you know that wouldn’t be the last time he’d use that name.

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