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Something g cute and fluffy with Din Djarin and thick female reader

hello!! yes I can do that for you!!

no smut obv, very fluffy and I did not specify anything other than gender and size.

established relationship - no helmet :)

Sleep had never been an issue. Well, its frequency in Din's life left much to be desired, but he was incredibly skilled at power naps. He could be out like a light and then awake in an instant. it was a skill he held proudly.

But today, he just didn't want to get up.

Your addition to his life was, to summarize, soft. The blankets on his bed had been replaced with thick downy comforters. There was music playing gently in the air. Food on the table, good food, not reheated ration packs. A soft, golden light filled his heart when he came home.

Currently, that light was streaming in from the window and warming his cheeks pleasantly. Din groaned and rolled over, shoving his face into your sleeping body. He grinned, realizing he was buried in your sweet-smelling shoulder.

You were his favorite scent. He feathered kisses up your neck, nibbling under your ear.

It was already way later than he should have been sleeping but he could not care less. Din sighed contentedly, running his hands up and down your back. You stirred gently but didn't wake.

There was a lotion you'd started to use, with some off-planet flower that he adored. It made your skin smooth and supple, and glowed in the sun. He caressed your soft tummy appreciatively, kissing the side of your head.

He had so much to do today. The ship had a bad hit on the left side and Grogu needed a new set of clothes, but none of that mattered right now. Not when your face was tucked against his shoulder and he had all the time to run his hands over you and gaze at the little home you'd made.

The blankets were heavy and warm over your bodies. Sleepiness still hadn't worn off from his face - sheet lines pink on his cheeks. Your lips were slack and pouty, and he pressed a gentle kiss to them. Heavy-lidded with adoration, Din slowly rolled you onto his chest, slinging one of your plush thighs over his hips.

He hugged you tight like a pillow, breathing in your delicate scent and massaging your legs. He loved to hold you; soft, warm, the perfect weight on his chest. Skin flushed from the warm bunk room. He pulled the blankets up over you and kissed your face, starting gently at your hairline and moving down.

You fussed awake, blinking groggily in the bright light.

"Morning, handsome," you murmured roughly, smiling at his affection. His mustache tickled your cheeks, making you giggle. Din rubbed his nose against yours and settled back against the pillows.

"It's getting late," you noted, yawning. "Grogu will want breakfast." He huffed a sigh and continued petting your thighs, fondling the soft tissue in his large hands.

"He can wait," he grumbled, "wanna sleep a bit more." You angled your grin up at him and patted his chest.

"Five more minutes."

thank you for the request hon! xox

Does anyone know a good mandalorian fics where Mando is a bodyguard and reader is a princess?

The Caretaker

| Prologue |

↳ Summary: You’ve lived your whole life on your own, relying on no one but yourself to keep this child safe, you’re whole world is about to come to a complete change however when a bounty hunter enters your lives with no more then stoic silence and an insistence his name is the Mandalorian- whatever that is. You don’t know where you’re going, but you know it’s going to be a long trip.

↳ Pairing: Mandalorian/Reader,

↳ Genre: Action, slowburn(?), fluff, mild angst, future smut? We’ll see as the plot advances.

Word Count: 2.2k

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“What are you gonna do about it little girl?”

Your body felt weak, the dry heat of Arvala-7 was still prominent even in the inclosed space of this makeshift base, or maybe a fort? It was pure bad luck when you had run into the Nikto mercenaries, it was even worse luck when they thought they’d sell you over to a slave company. Or at least that was the word that was currently being talked about. What was in front of you however, was even more demeaning.

Two of the mercenaries who had been guarding you had become all the more mocking, thoroughly enjoying tormenting you. You had yet to budge until they dragged the child into it. Your lips quivering and eyes threatening to sting as the Nikto held him by the foot, the child letting out a shrill cry as you glared, “Put him down! He’s just a child.”

They only laughed at you, the other shoving you down, pain throbbing in your side at the awkward way you landed before wincing, your hands which had attempted to catch you pulsing at the burning sting and your breath hitched in pain. They tossed the child back into the metal pod as it cried out, little sobs escaping it as you crawled over, eyes burning into their backs with anger as they walked back towards the door laughing with one another.

“Shhh, it’s okay little one.” You bundled him back into your arms, cradling the little child against your chest, his big doe eyes calming at the sight of you and his big floppy ears perking down, “I’m here, just you wait,” You lowered your voice as you soothingly rubbed your thumb along his forehead causing a bubbling coo to escape his lips, “Those nasty men will get there’s.”

The child only tilted his head, as if not understanding your words, rather choosing to settle his head against your chest as you hummed quietly, wincing as you stood up. There was no telling what bruises you’d have, all you could hope was by some miracle you’d be able to find a way to escape this encampment and make your way back to your home planet.

You couldn’t help but sigh, sitting down against the supply case as you shifted your hold against the infant, even if you could make it back to Akiva, what was the point? You doubted your tribe would even remember you, it had been years and you had been carted to plenty of desert planets. When was the last time you had seen greenery? You couldn’t help but close your eyes at the idea.

Lush tall trees that looked as if they could level mountains, soft yet prickly green grass beneath your toes instead of the scorching hot sand, cool moist air with the thick scent of evergreen. You wanted so badly to be able to imagine it vividly, but it was only a hazy, distant memory now. One that was hard to even remember when your lungs were suffocating with sand. But you couldn’t just live on a desert planet the rest of your life, not with a child now. He needed a better life than just desert lizards and dust.

Akiva was hardly an option, it was more than a few light years away, but it was better than nothing.

Hearing a soft coo from the little one only made you glance down with a tut before giving a soft smile, you had discovered it off the grove of your planet Akiva when you were younger yourself, but you had hardly made it more than a half mile before you were whisked away. You had assumed at first it was the child the stormtroopers wanted, yet the commander had given you one look and directed you be taken as well.

You and this little green child’s destiny had been intertwined ever since. You had grown up since then, but this one...well he had grown, maybe a half inch? His age was remarkable and you had yet to see another of his kind, you couldn’t help but wonder how old it was. You knew he was well over ten years old, but still. How old was it when you found him? After so many years you couldn’t help but become attached to this nameless child though you often referred to him affectionately as Jaa, which was a direct translation in your native tongue to: Child. It seemed rather redundant but you thought it was cute until you could figure out it’s name, or well, the name he had been given at least.

The loud blast had been muffled but was enough to cause you to jump. Standing up straight as you hugged the child against your chest, the ring of another three…? Four shots fired. This wasn’t too uncommon in the past week and a half. There was often a lot of gunfire outside but you rarely thought anything of it.

It had been alarming at first but you quickly came to the conclusion it was nothing to be worried over. You could barely let out a breath before jumping at the sound of the alarm going off, it was loud and deep making you swallow thickly once more. Not only your two guards had rush into your room but a third unfamiliar as well.

“Come here you little bitch.” You let out an unpleasant noise and the child shrilled a cry at being jostled around. Before you could even ask what was going on you had been shoved back into the small confines of your cell, the door ceiling shut besides the small peep of a window. It was cramped and you could feel your claustrophobia kicking in.

Taking shaky breathes as you jolted at the sound of heavy gunfire from outside the confines of your small space, had another group of mercenaries come? Or did a deal outside go bad? You could only hope you’d be able to get out of here soon.

A few more minutes had passed yet the gunfire hadn’t deceased, in fact, it sounded even more heavy, as if a full blown shootout had begun. The child must have sensed the disturbance as well as it began to cry, soft bubbling whines escaping it’s lips as you kept your breath steady.

Rebundling him as you hummed, “Shhh, it’s okay.” Curling him back against your chest you continued to hush the child as calmly as you could.

The gunfire had finally stopped causing you to breathe a sigh of relief, it wasn’t ideal but at least you’d be let out of this small, cramped space soon to properly care for the child. You had soothed him enough for a small coo to escape it’s lips, letting it’s head rest against your chest once more, his eyes heavy as if having worn himself out from being under so much stress within the last half hour.

A few more shots had fired before falling quiet once more, had the Nikto gotten rid of the rest? Your body tensed at the sudden rounds of gunfire, it couldn’t have been from a single blaster. Could it? The child had worn himself out too heavily to cry anymore from how loud and harsh the chainblaster was but you had been nearly sent over the edge, curling your knees against your chest to keep the child as protected as possible.

Nuzzling down to keep him swaddled against you as you closed your eyes. The machine fire had heightened after a moment of silence causing your breath to hitch, surely the Nikto had won, right? You would’ve been more than happy to know they had all died, but the idea of something unknown taking them out had you scared. You could handle the Nikto mercenaries but you weren’t sure about this group. Were they ruthless? Were they just raiding the base for supplies and would kill you after finding you?

Or maybe, they pass you up without a second glance. A shimmer of hope fluttered in your chest, if this was just a raider group, then you’d be able to surely find a way out of this small hole and escape.

Carefully you shifted to the front of the small cell, glancing out the small window as you noticed the Nikto pressed against the wall on the inside of your room, suddenly jumping to the door with his gun aimed. You jumped at the blaster that sounded and the mercenary flying backwards. A drop in your stomach made you nearly nausea as you scooted to the back of the small cell once more, you had a feeling, they weren’t just raiders, whoever they were.

You felt as if you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet now compared to all the noise earlier, were all the Nikto dead now? It almost felt like a ghost town. Your body tensed at the once open hole suddenly covered by a flash of bronze metal, it had paused as if accessing the small airlock they considered your cell.

Holding your breath you curled into yourself once more, fearing the worst as your hold on the child tightened. He was so young still, he couldn’t be taken away from you now. Not when he was just a little one. Just as the door slid open you covered your face with a small whimper. Yet not a single gunshot came after a moment of silence. Hesitantly you looked up from the large hood you had worn, lips quivered at the sight of two figures, one being a mercenary droid, and the other, clearly a human mercenary, or so he looked from above his armor.

“Please….” You rasped quietly, eyes large and fearful at the lifeless figures of both mercenaries that stared at you blankly, the child stirring against your chest at the sound of your voice before peering out from it’s swaddle of cloth in innocent curiosity. Yet nothing came from them, in regards to you.

Rather the armored one almost seemed conflicted, “They said one was fifty years old…” He looked over to the droid before back to you, and then the child as if trying to access which of you was supposed to be this acclaimed age. But you were not even close to fifty, in your twenties, yes, but you still had a long way to go. Which could only mean....At one point you would’ve denied this child was around fifty, but now? It could only make sense.

The droid rotated it’s head as it mechanically spoke, “Species age differently.” It said it as if it was a statement, but you’d give it merit, it was clearly the truth. You had almost grown up with this child and yet it was only you who grew, “Perhaps it can live many centuries.”

The child only pushed the cloth further down, a little coo escaping his lips as he tilted his head, as if intently listening to the two new faces, regardless you pulled your knees a little closer to yourself to shield the child’s curious gaze, apprehensive at their motives, and judging by the blaster’s they were both strapped with, it wasn’t good, “Sadly we’ll never know.”

Your gasp was quiet as you curled further at the sight of the mercenary droids gun lifting, they were going to not only kill you but the child as well? It was so young, just an infant, they couldn’t! You didn’t want to die either but you’d gladly volunteer in the child’s place if you could, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself knowing this child, your world had been taken from the world itself.

“No.” You glanced up cautiously at the other mercenary, his hand pushing the blaster back down as he glanced between you and the child, “We’ll bring them in alive.” Bring you in? Bring you in where? You couldn’t help but feel an involuntary shiver up your spine, was he referring to the what was left of the imperial? The ones you had barely escaped from by tooth and nail so long ago.

Even after all these years you still didn’t have a clear answer, what did the imperial want with you and this child? What was their motive and why were you needed so badly?

“The commission was quite specific,” The droid replied diplomatically, as if not taking any other answer as it lifted it’s blaster once more, “The assets were to be terminated.” Had they been hired to kill you and the child?

A lump in your throat formed at the possibility, what could you have ever done to warrant a bounty of your head? Let alone the child? You’d never find out now though as the droid raised the blaster once more, it’s partner not stopping him this time as you let out a breathy sniffle, curling up and closing your eyes tightly. Apologizing to the little one as much as you could in your mind with the last few seconds you’d have left of consciousness.

The blaster shot rang out and caused you to jump, a slight ringing in your ears and for a half a second you were worried it had shot the child first.

But upon inspection the droid had collapsed, and the gun the man held was placed back in it’s holster. Standing in silent inspection as you swallowed thickly, whoever this man was. You couldn’t help but silently thank his humanity.

Note: oop- sorry for such a short chapter but this is a prologue per say which is at the end of Episode 1! Let me know if you like it and if let me know if you’d like me to start a taglist for you guys!

The Caretaker

| 1 |

↳ Summary: You’ve lived your whole life on your own, relying on no one but yourself to keep this child safe, you’re whole world is about to come to a complete change however when a bounty hunter enters your lives with no more then stoic silence and an insistence his name is the Mandalorian- whatever that is. You don’t know where you’re going, but you know it’s going to be a long trip.

↳ Pairing: Mandalorian/Reader,

↳ Genre: Action, slowburn(?), fluff, mild angst, future smut? We’ll see as the plot advances.

Word Count: 6.7k

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It was quiet for a moment as the man assessed you and the child, and without a single word towards you he turned around and began walking, pausing for a moment by the door as if noticing you hadn’t followed behind, “Are you going to just sit there?”

Hesitantly, you uncoiled yourself out of the small cell, your legs gladly letting blood flow back in them and your body thankful to not be cramped anymore. You weren’t sure if following this man was a good idea, but quite frankly you had been with the Nikto for close to a month and anywhere at this point was better than here.

He began walking again, not even bothering to look back to make sure you were following, as if knowing you wouldn’t dare try anything. You couldn’t help but silently agree, you had noticed both the rifle and blaster along with plenty of other utilities along with armored body. He almost seemed a cut above a regular mercenary yet you couldn’t place why.

Clearing your throat as you shifted the child against your chest you spoke, “Where are you taking us?” You tried to sound demanding, but your throat was dry and the only water that had been given to you all morning went straight to the child as you didn’t want him dehydrated, rather than intimidating though you sounded more pitiful than anything. The scorching dry heat of the sun causing you to squint as you attempted to keep up with his fast pace.

You had expected a long introduction, or at least a name to refer to him as, yet none came from the man as if simply ignoring your words, was he still going to kill you? Was this a sick game? You had many questions, struggling to get up the sand hill you let out a breath in exasperation, “Do you at least have a name?”

“I’m the Mandolorian.” He rasped with a breath, not looking back at your struggling figure as you tried to keep the child close to your chest, finally making it up the hill as you inhaled deeply, how far would you have to walk? You hadn’t been able to properly walk for quite some time meaning your stamina was embarrassingly low.

“Well that’s nice, but it’s not a name.” He seemed almost expectant until you said that, causing him to turn around, as if silently judging you for a reason you weren’t sure of. You had again; expected him to say something and yet he said nothing at all before turning around, “Is that something I’m supposed to know? I don’t understand.” Your lips tugged into a small pout, properly situating the child back against you as you trailed behind the man who claimed to be the Mandolorian, whatever that was.

Rather then answer your question he glanced behind his shoulder briefly, looking between you and the child before asking, “What’s its name?”

Glancing down at the child you hummed, you’d otherwise be offended to not have been asked your own first but you could understand the allure the child often attracted, this man, no exception, “He doesn’t have one. I’m just his caretaker until I find his family. I’m Y/n, in case you were wondering.” You added dryly.

Yet again, the child was most definitely the cutest of you three, his big doe eyes innocent and on a day full of energy he was a mischievous little thing, and of course the large almost puppy like ears were all the more endearing. He was about the size of one as well, far smaller and more delicate than a human infant.

The man however, said nothing more and you had quickly found out he was a man with little to say, often quiet and you couldn’t tell if he was really listening or if he was just ignoring your blabbering. Were you being annoying? You gnawed on your lip as you trailed behind him, the canyon providing enough coverage from the dry heat that had sweat beading down your neck. Hopefully if he was kind enough he’d let the child have some water, you couldn’t help but worry about the poor little one being dehydrated.

The child however, didn’t appear distressed about the situation in the least, happily clinging to you as he peered out up ahead at his surroundings, little gaze occasionally flitting to the desert lizards that crawled beneath you.

You nearly crashed into the Mandalorian as he abruptly came to a stop and you hadn’t been paying as close attention as you should have been, his gaze snapping around as if he noticed a new presence, worry bubbling in your stomach as you huddled the child against you, a coo bubbling from it’s lips as it played with a strand of your hair, “What is it?” your words were quiet, and had you not been standing so close to him he wouldn’t have heard.

His hand kept slid to his holster, “Stay clos-” He couldn’t finish his sentence however as you both were parted from one another, an unfamiliar person yet you could guess was also a bounty hunter, jumping out causing a gasp from your lips as you landed hard against the ground.

You could barely register the sharp points of his spear flying down into the direct path of you and the child as you quickly rolled to the side, a muffled whine of discomfort escaping the child as you heard the force of the spear land into the ground beside you.

And just as quickly it was raised again, the Mandalorian however had quickly caught his attention, sparring with the bounty hunter as you quickly scrambled away, your back flat against the rock surface as you bundled the child against you. Your only thought to make sure it was safe, it wasn’t as if you could help anyways, you had raised yourself to be on the run, you hadn’t fought a day in your life.

You could help but watch in awe, however, he was swift and constantly aware of his surroundings, no wonder he wasn’t even concerned about keeping you cuffed when he immediately whirled around to the second bounty hunter that jumped out in surprise. And then a third had quickly joined yet even 3 to 1 he held his own, not once faltering for long. The child was just as in awe as you, cooing in curiosity as you both watched him take down two of the bounty hunters effortlessly and (literally) disintegrate the last which had tried to run.

Lowering his weapon he seemed to notice something that caused a sigh from his lips, walking over he carefully placed the rifle back on his back before extending a hand to you, “Are you okay?” His voice was rasped, as if just as dehydrated as you, and maybe a little out of breath but you supposed that was given.

You weren’t as cautious anymore but you still couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive as you took a hold of his much larger and stronger gripped hand, “I feel like I should be the one asking you that question…” You murmured, noticing his shielded gaze linger on the child before he began walking once more, “But yes, I’m fine, so is the child. Maybe a little mad at me for rolling on him but he’ll live.” And with that the child cooed in agreement, no longer fussy at you.

The sun had begun setting and that’s when you noticed the slight wince when the Mandalorian moved his arm, the large thick gash making you wrinkle your nose, blood wasn’t oozing out but it was still bleeding, “You’re hurt.” You observed softly.

He looked over his shoulder, stoically answering, “I’m fine.” trudging on once more as if the pain wasn’t something to be even slightly concerned about. But even without knowing him you couldn’t help but feel a little concerned, having an open wound couldn’t have been pleasant especially unattended. Your eyes glanced between him and the wound before biting against your lip, “How far away is your ship? It’s going to be dark soon and I don’t know how well commuting at night will be.”

The Mandalorian didn’t say anything for a full minute before pausing, sighing as you both exited the large canyon’s confined space, gaze scoping out the flat sand as he finally spoke, “Let’s set up camp.”

Camp was not what you thought it would be, but somehow, seeing as all he carried was his million weapons, you weren’t surprised he had scouted for a nice, somewhat flat sand plane, a few mounds giving you coverage from whatever he thought lurked in the desert. The desert’s cold was initially welcomed before it became cold, a twinge of a shiver running through you as you set down the child in your lap, rubbing your arms.

Taking note, the Mandalorian had set down a heat lamp between you both you rubbed your hands before placing them close to the lamp, the warmth didn’t compare but you’d rather be cold then hot. It was a nice change of pace being in the cold desert air compared to the stuffy encampment.

The filtered wince and buzz took you out of your thoughts, feeling a little relieved to see the Mandolorian was atleast attempting to tend to his wound...well you wouldn’t dub cauterizing his wound tending but it was better than nothing and leaving it open to a possible infection. Glancing at him wearily you couldn’t help but feel a little pity at another groan escaping him, pausing for a second before attempting to continue.

“Do you need help?” You asked quietly, shuffled in your seat as the child looked up at you and then towards the bounty hunter. The Mandalorian however only looked at you once before back at his arm, wincing once more as he continued, “I’m fine.”

You couldn’t help but curl a brow at his curt words, you had watched this man fight off three well trained bounty hunters and he presumably took out a whole base of mercenaries on his own with the help of one android, he was clearly a dangerous person, yet you still couldn’t stop the snark from escaping you, “Is that all you can say? You’re going to burn yourself if you don’t do it properly.”

Setting the child down you crawled over, not even thinking twice as you plucked torch from his hand. You couldn’t see his face, but judging by his quiet reaction, he was most definitely done with your snarkiness.

He said nothing however, only carefully observing as you gently pressed a hand against the thick fabric of his arm, the cut wasn’t too deep but it was fairly long and he had been nicked just beneath his pauldron, a well aimed blow from his opponent. Carefully you began cauterizing it once more, you could feel him jolt and tense beneath you though his reaction wasn’t near as violent as others in his position would be, it was clear he was used too this.

You had moved down towards the left of the wound, sealing it up as that was where he had left off, you had been close to finishing when a grabby little green set of hands had reached up immediately making you both look at the tiny child with an ironic yet adorably focused look, sighing you shook your head before setting the torch down, “What do you think you’re doing Jaa?”

The child bubbled a coo making a small smile place on your lips as you sat back down, placing the little weasel in your lap, internally worried if you kept your back on him any longer he’d toddle off into a sinkhole. He really couldn’t be trusted on his own. The Mandalorian seemed satisfied enough with your work on his arm and turned his attention to his armor. Taking a breath in contentment you laid down, pulling off your cloak with a shiver before wrapping it around the child for extra warmth.

The child continued to wiggle around as if trying to get a peep at the Mandalorian who paid you both no mind and continued sorting his armor as you kept it snuggled to your chest. Hopefully this man didn’t mind all the attention and mischief this little bundle of trouble brought along for the ride.

You were still sleepy, the sand wasn’t all too comfortable, in all honesty. But it got the job done and thankfully when you woke up the child was still snuggled against you though halfway turned.

It was just the beginning of sunrise when you set off again and the walk had mainly been quiet, by the time anything eventful happened it was close to midday, the Mandalorian paused before instantly pulling the rifle off his back, “Get down.”

Your heartrate spiked as you did as told, assuming the worst. What your vision was met with when you got down next to him was a familiar crawling fortress and the infamous brown hooded little shits that plagued every desert planet: Jawa’s, and lots of them festering like little parasites on a pile of dung.

You could only assume the pile of scrap was once the Mandalorians ship. What you didn’t expect was a loud shot to ring out causing you to jump, the Jawa’s did as well too when they watched their friend vaporize into nothing more than the air they breathed. But the Mandalorian didn’t stop there as he continued reloading his rifle aiming for the ones that were attempting to carry the last of the scrap they got from his ship until everyone had managed to escape inside the ship.

What you didn’t expect was the bounty hunter to be on his feet so fast as the ship began driving away, fumbling you attempted to follow after him as you rasped loudly, “We can’t chase a whole ship!”

He ignored you as he shot into it’s engine though not doing as much damage he would have liked, he sprinted ahead before yelling behind, “Stay here!” You could only part your lips several times as you watched him chase after the ship, this man was truly an idiot. You watched as he lunged out, grabbing a hold of the moving ship. But he was a skilled idiot to say the least.

The ship was getting farther away and you couldn’t help but wince at all the debri- presumably ship parts they threw at him.

He was even nearly crushed by a rock wall in the process though narrowly dodging it. You glanced at the child who in turn looked at you as well while cooing. Sighing you began trudging towards the ship that wheeled away. You could attempt an escape right now, but you were also dully aware of how dry your throat was and how lightheaded you were beginning to feel. He wasn’t a good bet, but you needed to stay alive if you wanted to care for the child.

Therefore this Mandalorian was your only option as of now.

This could go either two ways, the first being you find him somewhere along this canon unconscious- or potentially dead, or two he’ll meet you half away from however far this ship had went with all of his ships parts (hopefully) in tact.

Wiping the sweat from your brow you ignored the few Jawa’s you came across, that was a good sign at least, hopefully he had took the ship so you wouldn’t have to walk back. You weren’t a complainer but your head was becoming too light to walk straight and your throat felt like the sand beneath you. Your hopes had begun to dull when you saw a much bigger body ahead than what could be considered a Jawa, you only sighed as you facepalmed at the body of the Mandalorian in front of you. You would’ve been jumping for joy if he was dead in any other circumstances besides these.

But you could hardly walk on your own and he was your only ticket to water. You carefully kneeled down, setting the child down as you checked his pulse before sighing in relief, he must have either been paralysed or knocked unconscious during his fall. Maybe both.

Taking a seat you took a deep breath as you harshly blinked.

Why did it feel like you were swaying?

You could hear a wince beside you as you noticed the bounty hunter must have woken from his short unconscious state, groaning he sat up as he sharply looked ahead to find the ship long gone, sighing he glanced over to you and then the child that sat between you both, “I told you to stay back.”

“And here I thought you’d be glad to know I didn’t take the opportunity to run away.” You replied dryly as he stood up, attempting to stand up yourself only to sway once more, the bounty hunter taking a step towards you as if anticipating your fell that had yet to come.

“What’s wrong?” It was his first instinct, your eyes were dilated and you looked hazy, as if you were swaying on a cloud nine that was nowhere near this hellscape of Arvala-7, indignantly you took a careful step back, ignoring your lightheadedness as you replied hotly, “I’m fine.” You bent down, pausing for a second to keep your balance before plucking the child up.

The Mandalorian was silent for a moment before trudging forward, deciding to not question your obvious state. Maybe he was just as tired and simply not in the mood, or maybe he just didn’t care.

You weren’t sure, and honestly your mind was too fogged to care at this point.

The walk seemed to last a lot longer going back to the ship then it did getting here, or maybe you had lost track of time? You weren’t sure, you were happy to finally see the ship insight and even happier to sit on the walk ramp while the bounty hunter went to assess the damage.

Rubbing your eyes you squinted once more, swallow nothing but dryness as you heard the loud steps against the metal, “Come on, there’s someone who can help.”

You were half tempted to ask if you could just lay down, but given you weren’t sure what you were to this man you decided to not risk if, standing up though this time nearly falling, your vision was spotting and you could hardly keep your feet in a straight line. For once you were thankful he had picked up the child.

Because if you had it would’ve been an unpleasant situation as you smashed against the sand vision blurred into nothing but an unconscious void.

….

Your mind was distraught with confusion and your eyes felt heavy and hard too open, where were you? What had happened? You had a hard time retracing your memory as you coiled into yourself. You were brought back to the plane of reality however at the unfortunately familiar helmet that peered over you, “You should’ve told me you were dehydrated. When was the last time you had anything to drink?”

This was the loudest you heard his voice, he wasn’t yelling but he was always so quiet and without much to say, you would’ve assumed he had been worried if this wasn’t a bounty hunter who, you couldn’t say for sure but you’d take a guess in assuming you were his prisoner.

“I think that’s the longest I’ve heard you speak.” You could hear the exasperated sigh through his helmet making a tired smile pull on your lips, a chuckle attempting to escape you as you wheezed, “Day and a half? Maybe two? Jaa needed it more than me.”

Sitting up you rubbed your eyes only before a half a second later realizing the child was not against the safety of your chest, pupils dilated you sat up straighter eyes glancing around you as quick as you could, “He’s fine.” It was all the Mandalorian said before leaning down to hand you a pouch of, presumably water or some other liquid.

Just as he said those words you took a breath in relief at the sight of the child who had been chasing around one of the desert frogs on this…? You furrowed your brows as you unscrewed the cap, glancing around at the farm you appeared to be on. You couldn’t help but briefly close your eyes as the cool liquid water slid down your throat refreshingly, “Where are we?”

“Somewhere we can get help.” Was all he answered making you furrow your brows, clacking your tongue as you looked between him and the hand he held down for you, carefully he pulled you up, your head was still fairly light but you directed to drink the rest of the water in the pouch: slowly.

This was not direction from the Mandalorian, but the man who had shortly after introduced himself as Kuiil.

“We’re going to trade with the Jawa’s, or at least try too.” The Mandalorian grunted, not sounding very sold on the idea as you were briefed on the next step to take. Jawa’s were rarely fair in how they traded but it was admittedly a better idea than being stuck on Arvala-7 and hoping for someone to let you travel on their ship.

You gave a shrug altogether, “It could be worse, I mean at least they didn’t steal the whole thing….” Your eyes peered down at the ground as you scanned for the child only for your lips to part at what you found instead. The child having successfully caught his frog only to have it halfway down his mouth, “Spit that out; now!”

The younglings mouth quivered before dropping, as if pouting as the frog slid out and slapped against the ground before hurriedly hopping for it’s life, a noise that you could only assume was a fussy whine as you tutted walking over as you picked the child up, “You are such a little troublemaker.”

You couldn’t stop the small smile tugging on your lips as it’s ears perked down, as if still not happy with you for making it drop it’s snack, “Well you said we’d be leaving now, we shouldn’t waste anymore time.”

The speeder was no longer working in terms of driving but you were thankful Kuiil had tied it to his blurrg to be pulled along, your feet were absolutely aching and yet with another nightfall you couldn’t help but notice the darkening clouds that began to form.

“You’re it’s caretaker, yes?” Your gaze shot up to Kuiil who sat ahead on top of his blurrg, the ride had been otherwise quiet for the past few hours yet you couldn’t help but notice his stare linger occasionally when you’d murmur soft words to the child who had been playing in the back of the speeder.

Shifting you sat the child down where he could continue playing with the old netting as you sat up on the edge of the speeder, “Of sorts. I’ve taken care of the child since I was one myself,” You explained softly, peering out over the canyon of endless sand and out where the darkening clouds continued to form, “It’s just been us ever since.”

Pressing your lips together you had thought of going into more detail but you decided against it, most were naturally curious, but never enough to want anymore background than what you had just divulged.

Yet, you could feel the gaze of the Mandalorian on you, making your eyes flit to his helmet that had been briefly turned. You couldn’t help but feel unnerved sometimes by his void stare, unsure of who was truly beneath that helmet as he turned to face the front of the speeder once more, rifle in his lap as if he was on lookout.

A streak of lightning flashed across the sky, catching the child’s attention as it cooed in excitement, peering over the speeder before a loud rumble of thunder met your ears causing it to cry out, falling back down to the floorboard before toddling as fast as his little legs could take him too you.

You couldn’t stop the affectionate laugh as you hummed, the child wrapping his little arms around your shin before you picked him up, sitting down on the floorboard as you bundled him up in his out clothes, “Clearly it’s bedtime for someone.” It bubbled another whine at the loud rumble of thunder, the clouds looking near black as the sun set.

It was going to be a long night and you were going to be utterly soaked in the morning.

The crawling fortress may have looked intimidating to some, but to you, it looked like a rusted pile of junk that was a miracle provided it was still moving. You hadn’t paid too much attention, choosing to open the pouch of water you had manoeuvred open to catch the rainwater, letting the child happily drink from it before sleepily tugging against the fabric of your cloak.

Bringing the pouch up to your lips for a drink as well you couldn’t stop the smile from pulling on your lips at the sight of the Jawa, at first happy to see Kuiil until they had gotten a good look at what was behind him.

The Mandalorian was still sat, unmoving from his same spot for the past ten hours, rifle still in his lap and even though you couldn’t see his face, you had the vague impression he was itching to use it. The Jawa’s were practically scattering and you could hear their frantic chatter even from here, some clinging to others while some ran back into the fortress. You had even saw one up ahead from the others draw his blaster- though you were fairly certain it was for deactivating droids.

“They really don’t like you for some reason.” Kuiil observed, almost curious as to why, though all you could think of was yesterday morning being made to duck down while the Mandalorian went to town on recollecting what few parts was left of his ship.

As if sharing the same thought as you he replied nonpulsed, “Well I did disintegrate a few of them...” You couldn’t stop the silent snort from escaping your lips, you knew it wasn’t his intention to be funny, but it was hard to not laugh at his tone, as if this was an often occurrence. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

You clacked your tongue as you shuffled up from your seat on the floorboard, sitting back up against the edge of the speeder as you spoke up, “That’s not counting all the bodies I walked past to find you. I doubt they were happy about that either.”

“Well this all could have been avoided if they left my ship alone.” You pinched the bridge of your nose at the Mandalorian’s reply, not at all regretting his violent actions and if anything, most likely feeling justified.

You couldn’t help but notice all the Jawa’s that peered out from the fortress, more gathering outside as if ready to blast the Mandalorian back to the space of the outer rim and you supposed on a more, condensed level, you could understand. Had he just went to Kuiil to begin with instead of killing an eighth of their fortresses population they’d be a little more inclined to give him an easier time.

“You need to drop your rifle.” You couldn’t help but silently agree with Kuiil, feeling more and more uneasy at all the Jawa’s, they were small but you had learned early on to never overestimate someone’s size.

“I’m a Mandalorian, weapons are a part of my religion.” He wasn’t having any of it though, you could even see his grip on his rifle tighten as if anticipating one of the Jawa to strike out despite their constant chatter, maybe even hoping for it.

“Then you’re not getting your parts back.” Kuiil turned around as he replied, looking between you and the child and then back to the Mandalorian who only sighed exasperated, something you could only imagine he must have did often. Setting his rifle down as he stood up, turning around to face you as he spoke, “Stay here.”

You set the child down on the empty supply case as his little hands curled around the edge of the speeder, looking excited at the sight of the Jawa’s though you weren’t sure why, “Alright.” You weren’t going to question why though you didn’t see the harm. Jawa’s were thieving snakes but they were about as defenseless as the child, unless provoked.

Watching in curiosity you sat on the edge, letting your feet hang down as you pulled the cloak off which you had let hang to dry from the desert rain early that morning, wrapping it back around yourself as they sat down, “Hopefully they can peacefully trade everything and we can leave soon.”

The child glanced at you innocently, cooing as if in agreement as you turned back to the deal only to jump at the sight of the Mandalorian attempting to turn half the Jawa’s into a burnt early breakfast as Kuiil tried to get him to stop.

So much for peacefully…

Your attention however was drawn to the two Jawa’s who had approached your speeder, both chattering as their beady little red eyes glowed. Your expression coiled a little as your eyes flickered to the blaster the Mandalorian had dropped at the front of the speeder before asking, “Can I help you?” You glanced at them ungratefully at their lack of personal space, one attempting to poke at the child as you briskly picked him up in spite of protective instinct.

As if this was what they were discussing you could see the Mandalorian do a one-eighty as he twisted around, “Get away from them!” His temper flaring making the Jawa’s near you jump as they fumbled away from you and the child, admittedly for good reason after he almost burned half their friends.

You were grateful some progress had been made regardless, what you didn’t expect was being told you were going with them in the crawling fortress to the...egg? You hadn’t said anything but your expression made the Mandalorian throw up his hands, as if not knowing what that was supposed to mean either and at this point not caring.

The space was built for Jawa’s meaning it was a tight squeeze, for him at least. It was snug for you but you weren’t nearly as tall as him and the child could probably pass for a young Jawa, fitting in perfectly. The trip was fairly short though you were grateful for it, as the Mandalorian looked like he was on his last straw with these little devils.

“Let’s get this over with.” He sighed stepping down from ramp as you frowned, shifting the child against you as you glanced at his figure which paused, turning to look at you silently as if waiting for you to follow.

Your lips twisted into a frown however as you glanced at him, “This can’t be safe for the little one.” You could understand him wanting you to come as reassurance you wouldn’t run off, though at this point you had thought it was silently established you didn’t necessarily have a choice.

“You think it’ll be safer here?” The Mandalorian said it like a question of judgement though which made your brows press together, glancing back at all the Jawa’s before sighing, rubbing your forehead as you stepped down the ramp. He wasn’t wrong, Kuiil was here yes, but he wouldn’t look after the child like you would and Jawa’s were a sneaking sort.

Clacking your tongue you stopped in line with him as you gestured your hand, “Lead the way Mandalorian,” He had begun walking again as you hummed, following along the grove path as you glanced ahead and back towards him, “That’s a long name, doesn’t even sound like one. You don’t expect me to call you that the entire time, right?” The Mandalorian, just like you expected didn’t reply, only walking towards the path ahead that lead to this, egg, that the Jawa must have really prized for them to send you off on this hunt, “Mmm what about Mando? That’s a little easier on the tongue, what do you think Jaa?”

The child gave an enthusiastic coo though directed more at the bounce you gave him then at your words, still, you couldn’t help but smile at it’s own, eyes bright while peering up at you and grabbing at your hair, softly tugging on it before laying it’s head back against you, “You said it didn’t have a name.”

You glanced over to Mando, tilting your head in confusion for a moment before glancing back down at the child letting another smile pull on your lips as you answered, “He doesn’t, it’s just a nickname in my native tongue. Jaa still means Child.”

“Where did you find it?” Maybe you were taking it the wrong way, but you couldn’t help but feel like this was his first attempt at small talk with you since you had begun travelling with him in this short trip. Or maybe, he was really just as drawn to the child as you were, you couldn’t tell.

Glancing at the child who wiggled in your arms to peer ahead you pressed your lips together, debating if you should say, was he just curious? Was this for something else?

If there was one thing you weren’t certain of, it was the Mandalorians intentions with you and the child, “Akiva, my home planet. I was eight, maybe? I had ventured off from my tribes village when I found this one. I didn’t know I’d never see them again.” You glanced towards the ground, face growing somber before you continued, “But, I think it was meant to be. Me and this one, I feel like we’re connected somehow.”

You wouldn’t have been able to explain it even if you had the chance, the child let out a small whine at the large hole of a cave. Even you dimmed a little at the gross sight, filled with mud and overall an unpleasant sight, “You have to go in there...?” You felt a little pity, you wouldn’t lie.

Taking an overall view of his weaponry he replied, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, stay out here for now and stay back.” You weren’t sure of his reasoning but you stepped a few feet back as he entered into the cave. Whatever this thing was, you could only hope the egg was worth it.

Mando pulled out his blaster, taking one last moment to look at the opening before walking inside, he had been skilled enough to stay alive this long, you didn’t have a doubt he’d be successful inside.

You had began to pace to keep the child occupied, cooing softly as his little three fingers weaved into your hair. Your hearing was the first to catch the sound of the blaster, firing a few rounds off as you sighed in relief, only to tense again at the loud roar echoing…that didn’t sound good…

Your lips parted into a large gap at the sight of Mando nearly flying out as if the cave had spat him back out, landing in the mud with a groan, struggling to get up as the mother of the egg presumably exited the cave looking thoroughly pissed off.

This wasn’t going to be as easy as you had hoped. You could almost feel the nervous sweat break against the back of your neck as you took a few more steps back from the massive Mudhorn that growled.

As if sensing the danger the child clung to you tighter with a whine, burying into the fabric of your cloak as you securely held him. The chances weren’t looking good suddenly as Mando had struggled with unjamming his rifle that was undoubtedly clogged with mud, only to be bucked and thrown back once more making you involuntarily wince, that had to hurt.

The cry that had escaped the child though had you frozen in place as the Mudhorn turned to you, oh, oh shit. Taking a step back you swallowed thickly as it fully turned to you before taking off into a sprint, running at you full speed as you hurriedly ran to the side. The mud beneath you wet and slippery causing you to fall with a yelp, narrowly missing the large ram you heard against the wall.

The child was crying beneath you, bundled as best as you could as you struggled to put him into the bowled edge of the canyon, somewhere as safe as you could hope as you noticed the mudhorn aimed back on you. The child was almost vehement in not letting you go, terrified and crying with shrilled whimpers as you fumbled away from his little figure that reached out for you.

You could hardly register when the mudhorn had rammed into you, sending you up into the air before crashing back into the ground, mud forced beneath your fingers and you were positive the taste of dirt in your mouth was due to being face first into the slop.

Your mind was fuzzy when you struggled to stand up, watching Mando being thrown off towards the caves entrance once more in an attempt to use his cable cord on it, it was worth a short you supposed.

Your legs were too weak as you collapsed onto them, hands digging into the mud in frustration as you watched Mando being sent back towards the child once more, this time he looked near out of it having been sent on his back one too many times. You didn’t think you’d die to a pissed off mudhorn because of a bounty hunter but, life certainly was strange, wasn’t it?

You had expected to watch the life crushed from the Mandalorian but even with your hazy vision your lips parted at the sight before you, the mudhorn roaring and snarling while in attempt to run at him yet it couldn’t move anywhere, as if stuck in place. And slowly, ever so slowly, it had began to raise in midair. You had thought you were just seeing things before but...your gaze fell to the child, it’s eyes closed as if heavily focused, little hand outstretched.

You really weren’t alone...

Falling back against your bottom you jumped at the sound of its feet crashing onto the ground, a loud snarl escaping it and looking as if it were about to use it’s horn to send the Mandalorian back once more. Outstretching your arms in desperation, you were so close to finishing this! You felt as if your heart was nearly lurched from your chest, the blood in your veins rushing as the mudhorn was sent flying back towards it’s cave, slamming against the wall with a loud wail, collapsing just as you did.

Your head instantly throbbing as you struggling to sit back up.

The Mandalorian had stood almost stunned, looking between you and the child. Struggling to stand up your gaze went to the child and as if on instinct you both had noticed it had fall back collapsed. Worry stringing through you as you ignored the flush of pain through your whole body and the sudden heaviness of your limbs. Was he okay? You couldn’t help but worry for the worst.

You were nearly shoulder to shoulder with him as you pulled the child into your arms, hand brushing over it’s little head to check on him as your lips quivered slightly, “What was that? That...thing you both did.”

You knew what Mando was talking about, feeling slightly self conscious you only glanced at the canyon before finally meeting his eyes, uncertainty filling you as you pressed your lips together, you had dealt with odd occurrences like this since you were a child. And you had never met anyone like you, not until this child came into your life, you didn’t know what it meant. But you knew you belong with this little one.

“I don’t know.” You couldn’t provide him an answer, as you didn’t know yourself. All you did know was this little child had the same power as you, and it made you feel a little less lonely, less like a freak. When you had first discovered it that was when you realized this was meant to be, you were meant to care for this child.

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