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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Bounty Blur

Din Djarin x reader (platonic)

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a/n: jesus christ i am so sorry this took months to post. oh my god. i hope you check my blog enough to see this. omg.

prompt: anonymous: “Hi lacey! You write a din djarin x teen!reader one shot? I really liked your last one. The reader is a force sensitive Jedi but isn’t good at using it and is still learning. Din is pretty protective over reader. One day din has to go out to do something dangerous and doesn’t want reader to come with so the reader and the child is waiting for him in the ship. After a while there is someone trying to break in like another bounty hunter trying to get the child. So the reader tries to protect the child but ends up getting shot, nothing to bad but is unable to move for the moment and right after that din comes back and tries to fight of the other bounty hunter but kinda fails so right before the bounty hunter is about to kill din the reader uses the force to get their lightsaber and kills him. And afterwards they’re really shocked and feels really really bad because they’ve never killed anyone before. Maybe it ends with some tears and din comforting them.”

“Y/N, wait here with the kid.” Mando suddenly appeared behind the door of your shared quarters. The one you alternated in, that is. Grogu was fast asleep above your head until the door had startled him awake. “I’ll be back soon, okay? Just a supply run. Do you want anything?”

“Meilooruns if you can find ‘em, please.” You asked him and the Child cooed in agreement. “I think he might want some.” You pulled him down from his canopy and sat him down next to you.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Mando nodded and turned away, nearing the exit of the ship. “Do not leave the ship under any circumstance. Understood?”

“Yes, Mando, I understand.” You rolled your eyes and held your finger up in front of Grogu for him to squeeze onto. Without another word, the Mandalorian had left the ship and your face was being held by the kid in your lap. “Hi there.”

Mando seemed all cold and serious, but he took in two Force sensitive kids. He’s got to have a heart somewhere under that Beskar armor. He saved you and Grogu when nobody else would. For once in your life, you felt safe, maybe even free. That was all thanks to none other than a Mandalorian. You’d heard of the rift between your people and his own. It was a miracle he even considered helping you out.

When will he come back? Grogu asked you through means of the Force.

Soon. You replied to him, not able to give him a definite answer. It was hard to tell from planet to planet, who knew what it was like out there. Especially with all the dangers you all had to face.

You dozed off again with Grogu calmly resting on your chest, rising up and down with your steady breaths. Good sleep was hard to find these days, but today felt so much more peaceful than the others. And you can’t forget that naps can pass the time.

So you woke up when Mando came home. There was a clank outside the ship that startled you out of your slumber, which unfortunately scared Grogu, too.

“Sorry, kiddo! I think Mando needs some help.” You scooted off the bed and set Grogu down to open up the door for your bounty hunter friend, only to be surprised by a bounty hunter foe.

“I know the kid is here, where is it?” The hunter pushed you back with his blaster to your stomach. When he peered over your shoulder, he saw the green alien with a shocked look on his face and ears drooping out of fear. “There it is.” He underestimated you when he shoved you aside, though. You yanked him backwards by his shoulder and swung out your leg to buckle his knees, watching him drop to the ground as you ran to Grogu and shut the door to your communal quarters. You were terrified of failing here, losing Grogu, disappointing Mando, but just before you could grab your lightsaber from the wall, you felt a painful burst of heat on your shoulder and cried out in pain, falling to the floor.

“That’s not good.” You mumbled while examining the impact point of the blasted bolt.

“Any last words?” You were asked as the same blaster was pointed at your head. You took a deep breath and waited for something to happen, but it wasn’t exactly what you expected. The bounty hunter harassing you had turned his attention to...the owner of this ship. You took this moment to rest and catch your breath, waiting for the pain to dull if it could. Before you knew it, Din was launched from the Razorcrest and the bay door was sealed, leaving you by your lonesome with the threat on a mission.

Panicked, you looked in all directions for any sort of opening for a plan. And then you saw your saber across the room, still hanging by the ring on the hilt.

Just focus, y/n. You told yourself. You closed your eyes and lifted your hand ever so slightly. Before you knew it, your weapon was rested in your hand. You ignited it without a thought and forgot where you were in this exact moment. You were in danger. So the bounty hunter went on the offensive and you swiped your blade straight across his chest, causing him to freeze and fall back before you realized what you had done. Seconds later, he was dead from his wounds. You fell to your knees beside him as your lightsaber disengaged and in that moment Mando was able to get the door back open and witness the scene you’d created.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?” He ran up beside you in your overwhelmed state and placed a hand on your injured shoulder, causing you to jolt back. “Sorry, sorry.”

“I killed him.” You gulped, looking up at Mando with tears brimming.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?” He asked you as he observed the strike to the bounty hunter’s chest. “He was here for the kid?” You nodded at his question. “You saved him, y/n. I couldn’t have done it.” He tried to comfort you, but you were just a bit shocked by your abilities. You’d heard about the Dark Side, but you didn’t know how to combat it. What if this act pulled you closer to it?

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Heirloom (Part 2)

Din Djarin x Fett!reader

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a/n: lmk if you’re interested in a part 3!

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part 1

It’d been five years since you’d seen anything but sand, but you did pretty well out there, all things considered. Bounty hunting was in your blood, but this Mandalorian bounty hunter wasn’t interested in anything of the sort at the moment.

So you went from planet to planet, doing favors and tracking down people to assist Mando and the Child on your journey. You couldn’t complain much, he did save you from a lifetime of boredom and despair.

So you helped a frog woman, met more Mandalorians, clashed with a Jedi, and were finally led somewhere useful to conclude the Child’s journey.

“That’s the place, right?” You asked Din as the Razorcrest approached a planet said to have a Jedi “seeing stone.” Grogu sat on your lap, curiously peering up at you and grabbing your thumb.

“Yeah,” he answered with a hint of disappointment in his voice, you couldn’t ignore that, “this is where Ahsoka told us to go. And it might be where our journey with Grogu ends.” You frowned and looked down at the young creature, who was now hugging your arm.

“Don’t worry, little buddy. I could never forget about you.” You scratched the top of his head and kept him steady during the landing. It was a beautiful planet, you admired the scenery as soon as you stepped off the ship. “I could stay here forever, Mando. How about you?”

“Hand him over.” Din instructed with his arms out, waiting for you to give him his pride and joy. You honestly didn’t want to, the kid was growing on you.

“Fine. I should probably get my armor on anyways. Never know what we might run into.” Grogu reached out for Mando as you handed him off, but he decided to walk ahead of you as you got ready. “Hey, come on! At least let me get the breastplate on!” You called out, carefully running up behind him.

“You seem to have it under control.” He shrugged as the two of you began to climb the mountain.

“At least try to be courteous.” You groaned, straightening out your beaten Beskar armor. “Right, Grogu?” The child cooed at the sound of his name. “See? He agrees with me.”

“He just likes hearing his name, we’ve been over this.” Mando told you, watching your helmet envelop your head.

“Feels good to be in my element.” You told him, nearing the final destination. “Not that it ever was, it was just supposed to be.”

“Yeah, well, after Grogu finds his people, I’ll teach you what your father couldn’t. Deal?” Mando offered officially, leaving your beaming smile hidden by your helmet.

“Deal.” You reached your hand out to shake on it, and although it was brief, it did happen. Now you’d reached the stone, which didn’t seem like much. “I guess just,” Mando set Grogu onto the center platform, “yeah, that.”

After a few empty moments, the stone had activated like something you’d never seen before. It was Forcefield protecting the child from any sudden danger.

“Wasn’t expecting that, were you?” You asked Mando while crossing your arms.

“I don’t know what I was expecting.” He admitted, intently supervising his little one. That is, until a ship entered the atmosphere. One unfamiliar to him, but a distant memory to you.

“Holy banthas.” You muttered, removing your helmet in disbelief as Mando began to panic.

“Stay here and protect Grogu.” He instructed as you ran off to the ship’s landing site. “Y/N?! Hey, stop!” You couldn’t stop if you tried. There were two possibilities here. You thought it was too good to be true, but maybe you’d score a ship that was rightfully yours. To be discovered. “Fett, get back over here!”

“I have to get to that ship! This is personal!” You shouted back to him, picking up the pace. It wasn’t long before he discovered he couldn’t do anything at the stone, he might as well help you, the other kid he decided to take under his wing. Mando was really trying to keep up with you, but you were too eager to quit.

The glare of the sun blocked your view of who stepped off the platform, but you’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“If it isn’t my only child, I knew we’d meet again someday.” Boba greeted, causing you to drop your guard and run straight for him.

“I thought you were dead,” you told him as he engulfed you in a hug, but things took a slight turn when you smacked him in the chest, leaving him puzzled, “where the hell did you go?! I was stranded on Tatooine for five kriffing years!”

“Don’t use that tone with me, kiddo.” Your father warned you while Mando awkwardly stood to the side to watch your family drama play out. “I got into some trouble on that sand planet, I couldn’t rope you into it.”

“So you thought that it’d be better for me to become an orphan at ten?” You argued, in a heated rage over the sudden realization that you didn’t have to be scrounging for food and shelter for years on your own.

“I managed just fine when the Jedi killed my father.” Boba and you stood off face-to-face, practically growling at each other.

“Circumstances were different, bounty hunters had your back.” What kind of father would leave his kid to fend for themself when he’d gone through the same thing before?

“What do you call that guy over there?” Your father pointed to Din.

“Just met him a few days back, that doesn’t change the fact that I was alone.” You were about to go on, but a less familiar face came from Slave I to warn you of something, you cut her off just before she could start. “And who the hell is that?”

“Fennec Shand, I owe your dad my life.” She introduced herself with nothing but that, “and I’d cool it for a minute. We’ve got Imps incoming.” The woman pointed skyward at Imperial ships.

“The kid!” Mando gasped, taking off before you tried to do the same.

“Fennec, help the Mandalorian.” Boba instructed, gripping onto his formerly owned armor. “I believe this belongs to me.”

“You’re joking, right?” He sternly stared you down, to which you loudly groaned and tossed him the helmet before removing the various other pieces. “Guess you just don’t care if I get shot, huh?”

“You’re a Fett, you’ll manage.” He assured while finally being able to put his armor back on after all these years. You dismissed yourself promptly to back up Mando against the swarming stormtroopers that you couldn’t wait to knock down. You were never too fond of the Empire.

“Where’s your armor, y/n?” Mando asked, throwing himself in front of you before the blasterfire hit. He saved your life is what he did.

“My old man just robbed me, let’s hope that what you taught me stuck or else I’m not making it off this planet!” You explained, ducking under his arm to take down a few troopers.

“I won’t let that happen, y/n. Not on my watch.” Mando and you continued to fight side by side, providing each other with all the assistance you needed as it rained blasterfire.

“Think the Child is okay?” You questioned while activating a grenade and chucking it towards a horde of hostiles.

“As long as he’s in that Forcefield, he should be safe!” Mando told you as he thinned out the crowd. It wasn’t long before Boba launched a rocket at the airborne cruisers, taking down two birds with one stone. “Nice shot.”

“I was aiming for the other one.” Your father admitted, a triumphant moment swiftly crushed as the Razorcrest was blown to pieces. You yelped at the sight, covering your mouth as you looked to Din.

“Grogu!” You exclaimed while backtracking to the Child, Boba took to his ship while the rest of you went to retrieve him. Just a few seconds too late, dark troopers had kidnapped him and stripped Din of everything he had within the minute. Now, your father tried his best to help, but what could he do when he wasn’t allowed to shoot?

Boba returned to the ground and watched as Mando sorted through the wreckage of his ship.

“I was ashamed.” He said while the two of you were aside.

“Huh?” You gave your father an odd look as you cocked your brow.

“You watched me suffer defeat in such a humiliating way. A malfunctioning jetpack was not the way I imagined I’d go.” Boba admitted, removing his helmet to give you a heartfelt look. “But I knew you could handle yourself out there because you’re a Fett. That doesn’t make it right, but I hope that I can.”

“Oh...I guess we’ll see.” You looked over to Mando, who just found the Beskar spear in the rubble. “At least you can try and one-up your last death, right?” You and your dad chuckled as Mando approached.

It was here that your father explained that he owed the Mandalorian a debt for caring for you, one he’d repay by getting the Child back.

Now, all was not forgiven. Deep down, you would always feel abandoned and betrayed by your father, but maybe the future held something better for you. Just take it one step at a time.

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