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Serendipity (2)

Din Djarin x Modern!F!Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Minor talk of injuries, one curse word, being picked up

A/N: This story does start off in Mando's POV, but when you see "---", that means that the POV changes back to normal. Thank you to everyone who supported the first chapter! Until next time my friends! <3

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The Mandalorian watches the woman holding the Child collapse due to the bullet to her shoulder, his blaster still aimed towards the group of three that were chasing after her. Once the shot was clear, he disposed of them quickly before they could even think of training their blasters on him. Their bodies fall to the ground in satisfying thuds.

The crowd around them grows as they begin to trickle in from the sound of the blaster fire, whispering amongst themselves at the carnage that had just unfolded. Mando knew he needed to get himself and the Child out of there… fast.

He rushes towards the woman as she goes unconscious. From the pain or blood loss, he wasn’t sure. The Child was still wrapped tightly in her arms and positioned in a way that his head was cushioned during the fall, even at the expense of her shoulder wound (which was seeping out blood and quickly beginning to pool around her).

The Child looked up at her with a worried look, his hands reaching up as far as they could and tugging on the collar of the long-sleeve she was wearing, soft whines leaving him in his own way of trying to wake her up.

“Kid. We gotta go.”

He reaches down to pull the Child from the unconscious woman’s grasp, only to be met with the Child’s whines rising in volume and his little claws digging deeper into the collar of her shirt. He had never seen the kid act like this with anyone before. Not with Cara or Peli, or even with himself.

With the crowd increasing and the threat of guards or other bounty hunters coming to investigate, he didn’t have the time to try and pry the Child from the woman. He sighs deeply at this realization and decides to take the woman with them instead of struggling with the kid.

He would just drop her off at the next skug hole planet he could find.

He places his arms under her knees and around her back, carrying her bridal style with the kid still against her chest. He looks around at the crowd, who start gasping and pointing at him. He quickly finds a small gap to run through and heads back towards the Crest.

What was supposed to be a quick stop to gain more supplies had turned into this… and The Mandalorian didn’t enjoy it one bit.

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You jolt awake with a sharp gasp, your body trying to sit up only to tense and groan at the sharp pain that shoots through your shoulder. Your body lays back down onto the soft material you had been lying on with a soft grunt.

You expect to find yourself back in your living room, having slept wrong on your shoulder, and that’s what caused your shoulder to throb in pain. You expect your mother to ask why you woke up with a pained gasp and your father teasing you about falling asleep during the movie.

The metal walls surrounding you in the small space you had been placed in and the only sound being the rumbling of an engine quickly proved you wrong.

As you lay there silently, your mind running in circles to figure out what was happening, you finally noticed the small bundle curling up beside you.

You maneuver your head to get a better look at whatever was lying beside you, finding that it was the child. His eyes were closed, and his ears drooped in his sleep. Soft sounds came from him as his little hand gripped the shirt that you were wearing.

Wait… you weren’t wearing a shirt earlier… you had been wearing a sweatshirt…

The black material of the shirt was coarse against your skin and a bit too big for you, hanging ever so slightly off your shoulder. Thankfully, though, you still seemed to be wearing your sweatpants.

Your racing heart thunders in your ears as your hands explore the sensation of the shirt placed upon you. You cringe when your fingers run over the wound on your right shoulder, feeling the rough bandage material even through the shirt.

The feeling proved to you once again that you weren’t dreaming.

The silence in the room continues for a few more minutes before the door to the room slides open, the sudden sound causing you to jump. Your shoulder throbs at the harsh movement, and you hiss out in pain.

The Mandalorian looms in the doorway with his thumbs positioned in the loops of his belt, his helmet tilted down to look at you. Your gazes remain locked, at least you believe so with the way the visor of his helmet is directed at you before he gives a small ‘hmph’ as a way to start the conversation.

“Your shoulder was bleeding pretty bad.” His voice was monotone, and you couldn’t help but compare it to how he sounded on the show, even though your heart was still racing at his unexpected appearance. Your eyes remain on him as he slightly adjusts his position to lean against the doorframe, his visor now directed at the Child who was beginning to stir against your side at the noises.

“The kid wouldn’t let go of you… couldn’t take the chance of us getting caught.”

You remain silent, your mind still reeling on the fact that the Mandalorian and the Child were real, that you had been shot in the shoulder, and you were nowhere near home. A sudden wave of hot tears fills your eyes at not only the pain that still throbbed in your shoulder but at the realization that you wouldn’t see your family.

The Mandalorian visibly tenses at the sight of your watery eyes, clearly not knowing how to deal with this situation.

“Listen, I have a job I need to do. Then, I can drop you off at whatever planet you want.” His voice was slightly apprehensive, trying to sound as soothing as the modulator in his helmet would allow him to.

Placing your hands onto the bed, you slowly begin to force yourself into a sitting position, grimacing as your shoulder sends a sharp stab of pain through your nerves. You couldn’t tell him the truth. Trying to explain that you weren’t originally from this universe and that he was just a character where you were from?

You knew he wouldn’t believe you. He’d probably think you were crazy.

You honestly think you’re going crazy.

Looking back over at him, you find that he’d straightened his posture when you began to sit up and now notice that something was in his hands. The Child suddenly coos at your side, your gaze snapping down to find his little body moving from a laying position into a sitting one. His round eyes stare up at you before crawling into your lap.

“He would cry if I tried to move him away from you,” The Mandalorian suddenly says while observing the scene before him, “Why is he so attached to you?”

At his question, you quickly hear the sharp tone of protection in his voice, and you understand why. A strange woman whom they’ve never met before and the Child is suddenly drawn to be with her all the time? It’d strike you as odd, maybe even concerning.

Keeping your gaze on the little baby in your lap, you bring up your left hand to wipe away the tears in your eyes. A concerned sound comes from the child as he reaches a hand up towards your face. You lean down to his touch, his little claws gently running over your cheek as his dark eyes take in your features.

When his hand connects with your cheek, a warm wave of calm and a hint of worry washes over you.

Your eyes glance up to the Mandalorian, whose visor was trained on you, and his grip on the box tightening as if he were waiting for an attack.

“I don’t know.”

You cringe at how meek your voice sounded and the mini crack that happened when you spoke. You clear your throat, realizing how dry it felt from unuse. You silently wonder how long you’d been out.

“He came up to me in the market, I just-” “How did you know he was with me? I was nowhere near you when he disappeared from my side.”

He interrupts you, his modulated voice becoming harsher, and you feel like you are in an interrogation. You definitely were based on everything that had happened.

Your heart begins to beat wildly in your chest at his tone. He was a bounty hunter. You knew that he would figure out if you tried to lie. You sit up straight, the child in your lap looking between you and the Mandalorian with a little frown on his lips.

“I…” You take a deep but shaky breath as your mind spins to try and figure out what to say, “I’m not after him, I promise.”

Really? That was the best you could come up with? You quickly try to fix the mounting questions probably built in the Mandalorian’s brain at your words.

“Mando, I’m not a threat to you or the child. I-”

You’re interrupted by a sudden beeping from elsewhere, the Mandalorian looking behind him towards the source before training his visor back on you. He steps forward, his stature imposing in the confined space as he grabs your left arm.

“I’m not leaving you alone down here.”

That is all he says before he carefully forces you to stand, grabbing the child from your lap and holding him in his other arm. The child looks between the two of you again as Mando begins to drag you over towards a ladder. You could hear the door of wherever you had been shut behind you. Your right shoulder throbs a bit, and your legs detest the sudden movement after lying down for so long.

His visor looks between the ladder and you, his focus mainly on your shoulder. Wherever this ladder led was where the beeping sound was coming from. Without a word, he points a finger at you and then at the floor, a direct order to stay put before he ascends the ladder with the child.

Confusion etches across your face as you watch him disappear for a few seconds, the sounds of rummaging around happening above you before he reappears and descends the ladder. The child was no longer in his arms.

The beeping continues, the sound starting to become an annoyance to you.

Silently, the Mandalorian picks you up before climbing the ladder with you in his arms. The shock of suddenly being picked up causes you to grip the shirt under the shoulder pads of his armor, a soft gasp escaping your lips. His show of strength causes fear and a twinge of something else to shoot through your veins. It was almost effortless to him.

“I can climb by myself!”

“You’d be slow. We don’t have time for slow.”

His words shut you up. Your eyes are wide as they stare up at him as he climbs into a familiar place. You have seen this on the show. It was where all the flight controls were, but you couldn’t remember the name of it.

Your dad had told you once before.

The Mandalorian sits you in one of the chairs, the baby already buckled in another. Your eyes are filled with wonder as you look around at the different gadgets and gizmos. Now you understand why the Child kept wanting to flick the buttons.

After sitting in the pilot's chair, the Mandalorian hits a few buttons on the control panel. Your eyes finally look out of the main window, first noticing the vast amount of space that you are in. After giving yourself time to take in the sights of the stars, your gaze is drawn to where the ship is heading.

Your heart stops for a second.

You know what this place is. It was at the beginning of episode 6. The last episode you watched with your dad before ending up here. This was the episode where Mando gets betrayed at the prison.

Fuck, you were smack dab in the middle of season 1, and you had half a mind to tell Mando to turn his armor-covered butt around.

But the ship had already landed by the time the realization set in.

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