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I want someone to watch sunsets with me. To run wildly in the beach. To stay up until 4 am talking about life and fears and totally random things. I want someone that can look into my eyes and realise everything im feeling. And i want to know exactly what he's thinking too. I want sundays lunches and fridays nights with our best friends. I want more than anything to be understanted and to feel absolutely free with someone

You have no idea how long I have been looking for this damn fic. The internet gods have rewarded me.

Happy Friday everyone! This is a little different from what I usually write so pleaseeeee forgive me if it’s not my best. This idea came to me the other week though so I wanted to try my hand at it.

Bloodlust

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Summary: a bounty goes wrong and the reader must run for her and the child’s life

Warnings: violence, some swearing

Your body feels like it’s on fire, every muscle and nerve trying so hard to keep up as you run through the empty alleyways. You wonder for the hundredth time that night how things could have gone so wrong, it was supposed to be a simple quarry.

You and Din had it all planned out; you were going to lure your target out of the cantina with Din waiting in the back to secure the bounty. Everything seemed to be going as planned until Din went to cuff the Twi’lek. The Twi’lek slams a vial into the ground and a plume of dark gas surrounds them. You hear Din shout at you to stay back between sounds of struggle. Your heart drops into your stomach when you rember that the kid was with you. The little womp rat decided to throw a fit when you two were about to leave, and Din thought it was going to be an easy enough bounty to just take him along. Of course he had fallen asleep in your bag halfway into town and you both had laughed at his neediness. It was supposed to be fine.

Everything goes silent for a second before you hear cackling laughter that makes your blood run cold.

The Twi’lek leaps from the fumes. “Have fun, you two!” His voice echoes as his body disappears into the shadows. You tuck your face into your jacket, hoping you didn’t breathe any in and tighten your hold on your bag with the child in it. You are more concerned with the Mandalorian though, you can see him well enough now to notice that he’s hunched over. Once the smoke disappears you run over, dropping to your knees and placing your hands on his pauldrons.

“Din,” you say, frantic and concerned. You scan his body for any physical injuries and are pleased not to see any, however, you notice that the man before you seems to be struggling, his breathing erratic.

“Get away from me,” he gasps. He knows something is wrong. He knows the vial the Twi’lek dropped was laced with something. He can feel it in his veins. You struggle to obey.

“What do you mean? I’m not leaving you, Din.” You take hold of his hand and you feel him squeeze back roughly.

“Have to...go back...Crest. Ground...protocols. Don’t let...in!!” He tries to tell you, hoping you understand him. He can feel his head getting fuzzy, forgetting things. He keeps telling himself he knows you, chanting your name in his head again and again, willing himself not to forget your sweet face. Flashes of you together cross his mind, the stolen touches and embraces. Din tries so desperately to keep you in the forefront. But soon you, too, go dim and he feels as if he is consumed by bloodlust. With one more great heave he pushes you away and tries to distance himself as quickly as he can. The force Din uses is enough to push you over, and you sprawl backwards on your hands and legs, backing up against the wall closest to you. You feel the air shift and everything goes cold. Your eyes widen when you see the Mandalorian rise to his feet, blaster pointed straight at you.

“Move!” He yells before he pulls the trigger. You tumble to the left and hear the crackles of the shot sizzle out where your head was just a second before. Quickly, you jump to your feet and run through the alley, positioning yourself behind the last building.

“Please, what’s happening?!” You cry out around the corner. You are met with another blaster shot. You stamp your foot down in frustration. Looking around you gauge your options. Obviously the Mandalorian was poisoned with something in those fumes. Amnestic properties? Aggressor stimulants? Your mind runs through all the possibilities. If it was anything of the sort, it should wear off quickly since it was inhaled. You just have to keep out of his reach until then but you also had to keep him distracted. His focus could easily switch to an innocent bystander and you couldn’t allow that.

Looking around the corner you almost scream as you nearly run into Din. How does he stay quiet with all that beskar on?! You make a move to run away but he’s too quick and grabs the end of your braid, snapping your head back. Your head seers with pain before he takes hold of your neck and slams you into the wall. The wind is knocked out of you and black spots threaten the outlines of your vision.

“Din, it’s me!” You struggle to get out. His hand flexes around your neck and both your hands go up around his in an attempt to get free.

“How do you know my name?!” He yells. “Who sent your after me?!” Din stares down at you, his eyes blind with rage but there’s a small part of him that tries to reason that he knows you. That you are safe. The thirst for blood and violence is too strong though and that thought is quickly brushed away.

You try to speak but nothing comes out. “Who?!” He yells again, slamming you once more against the stone wall behind you. Realizing how quickly he could kill you in his craze, you jam your knee up into his groin. Din stumbles over and loosens his hold enough for you to escape again.

You take in as many deep breaths as you can and will your legs to move. You move the bag with the child in front of you, opening it up quickly to make sure he’s okay. Large, inky black eyes stare up at you and you curse. “It’s okay, little one. I’ll keep you safe.” The child seems to understand and let’s you close the bag again. If you could make it back to the ship like Din said, you might be able to hold him off until he settled down. The Crest was on the outskirts of town but it was the best shot you had.

For a fleeting moment, you realize that this is how all the bounties must feel when the Mandalorian is after them. The adrenaline and fear were like whips urging you forward. You look back, and see that Din is relentless. He’s already back on his feet, making his way towards you again with his blaster in hand. You let out another curse in desperation, trying to think of ways to get out of this. The Mandalorian has trained you for this though; trained you to fight and escape if the need ever rose.

And now it had.

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It had just been a few weeks since you joined the Mandalorian and the child when he decided he needed to test you in skills and battle. He knew you could shoot a blaster well but has never seen you in hand to hand combat.

“Come at me,” he says after places the child in his pod for an afternoon nap. He stands a few yards away from you, standing straight and tall.

“I’m sorry, what?” You say with some hesitation in your voice. Did the Mandalorian really want to fight with you?

“I want to see how well you can defend yourself. If there’s ever a time where I can’t have your back or it’s just you and the kid, I need to know you’ll be okay. So, come at me.” He repeats again.

You shrug your long coat off and place it around the child. “Okay.” Your close range combat skills have never been the greatest, having relied mostly on your stealth and agility to get yourself out of trouble. You run at the Mandalorian, trying to go in for a quick hit. The Mandalorian quickly blocks your shot and sweeps your feet from under you.

“You’re swinging too wide,” he tells you as he looks down at you on the floor before offering his hand. “You’re quick though, and small. Use that to your advantage.”

“I’m not that small...” you argue. He makes no motion or attempt to respond to you, and you wonder if he’s rolling his eyes at you.

“Okay, I’m coming at you now.” The beskar clad man makes his assault and for a second you are amazed at how quick he can move. He lowers his shoulder in an attempt to tackle you but you read him quickly enough to dodge out of the way. You parry his attack and jump on his back holding a small vibroblade you had tucked into your boot against his neck.

“How was that?” You exhale heavily against his helmet. He grunts back in acknowledgment.

“Better,” he replies before flipping you over onto the floor, “but never let your guard down.”

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You pray to the Maker that you’ll be able to outrun Din and make it back to the ship. You can hear the child chittering nervously at your side and you place your hand in the bag reassuringly. You zigzag your way though the emptying streets of the town and are grateful that there aren’t many people out; yelling at the ones who are to stay inside. Turning around again you see the Mandalorian exit the last small alley before entering the main street. He sees you immediately and takes out his blaster again.

“Shit!” You scream, jumping behind a vendor stand as he shoots after you. You curse at yourself for losing your blaster earlier when Din pushed you away. Scanning your surroundings, you come to the realization that the Razor Crest shouldn’t be too far away from the edge of this part of town. Rising to your feet, you nearly take off to the town exit when you hear two people stumble out of a bar. The noise is enough to catch Din’s attention and you realize he could easily kill them. He turns to the pair, raising his blaster to them.

“Hey!” You yell out at Din, but he’s too focused on the couple to pay any attention. “Hey, Mando!” You try again, this time throwing a rock at him. The rock hits the back of his helmet and he turns around in a frenzy, blindly shooting in your direction.

White hot pain rips through your left shoulder as one of his shots hits you. You stumble, turning to protect the child as you fall, but in the process fall on the same shoulder that was shot. You gasp in pain but will yourself to keep going. Scrambling to your feet you make a final sprint towards the exit, desperately trying to dodge Din’s onslaught of blaster shots.

Your shoulder hangs limply as you break through the gates and sigh in relief as you see the Crest just out in the distance. “Just a little further,” you will yourself. You push yourself forward, ignoring your shoulder as best as you can as you cradle the child close to your chest. If anything, you just need to get him safely onto the ship. At this point, you could care less what happened to you, but the child in your care needed to survive. However, as you close in on the ship, you realize how much the sand has slowed you down.

A deafening roar comes from behind you as the Mandalorian lunges for your legs and tackles you to the ground. You and the child fall and you push him out of the way before turning onto your back to face Din. He lunges for you again, wrapping his hands around your slender neck, ready to crush you into the earth. One hand goes up to try and stop him but his grip is too strong.

Tears leak from your eyes; from the pain the man before you is inflicting on you or from what you’ve decided to do next, you’re not entirely sure. You grab the small vibroblade you always have tucked away in your boot and slam it into the Mandalorian’s side in a last attempt to free yourself. He lets go of you and you muster all the strength you can in your legs to kick him away. Succeeding, you grab the child and make the final sprint to the ship, the door to the entrance bay seeming to take an eternity to open. Quickly, you throw yourself inside and try to close the door again, Din only a few feet behind you.

You back yourself to the small storage area the child sleeps in and quickly put him there. “Hey, sweetheart,” you say as you put a comforting hand on his head. His ears droop, obviously sensing that something is wrong. “You have to stay here for me, okay?” You tell the child, and you both jump in surprise as you hear the closing door groan. Din managed to grab hold of the door as it was closing and was pushing it back open. Swiftly you turn back around and put a finger to your lips in a signal to tell the child to stay quiet before closing his hatch and locking it. Another shock of pain shoots down your shoulder and you realize you’ve been bleeding quite a bit. Your top is soaked through.

“Din,” your voice breaks as you watch him stalk over to you, your vibroblade in his hand. Whatever was in his system had yet to pass. You pray that he’s somehow forgotten about the child in his craze. You find another vibroblade on the workbench nearby and take it as you make you way around the ship.

“Who are you?!” He yells again and tears threaten to fall from your eyes. You’re exhausted, using all your focus to stay conscious but you can feel yourself becoming lightheaded.

“Din,” you say one more time as you struggle to make your way over to him. You place a hand on his arm, “you know me.” You plead with him, trying to will him to remember you.

Din looks at you through his visor, struggling with the intense urge to hurt you. He grips the blade in his hand tightly, ready to strike but a small voice in his head holds him still. “Stop it,” the voice says. “You know her! You love her!” He looks down at you again and watches as you struggle to take his hand.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” you say quietly. You can feel him struggle against you. “I love you, Din Djarin.”

Hearing those words breaks something in Din. He is able to release himself from the fog in his mind and is assaulted by the events of the last few hours. Everything comes crashing around him and is horrified, realizing he nearly killed you. Din lets go of the blade that was aimed at you, clattering on the floor as he pulls you to him. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he repeats over and over again while he lowers you both to the floor.

Relief floods you as you realize Din has broken free from whatever had poisoned his mind. Din cradles you to him, checking your body over for more injuries.

“What did I do to you, Beautiful?” He sobs. He looks to your shoulder obviously having been shot. He sees the bruises around your neck from where he nearly suffocated you. He could only imagine what the rest of your body looks like and he hates himself for letting this happen. He won’t blame you if you left him after this. But he needed to take care of you first. “Let me take care of you. He carefully picks you up, holding you like a porcelain doll. He can barely feel the pain of where you stabbed him earlier in order to get away. Before he gets too the makeshift medical bay he stops in dread. “The child...”

You bring your hand up to Din’s helmet. “The child is fine,” you reassure before looking over to the locked hatch. “I locked him in there before you got in. Had to make sure he was safe.” Din presses his forehead to yours before placing you onto the cot.

“Thank you. For protecting the kid, and for bringing me back.” He assesses your shoulder for a moment. “I’m going to need to take this off and patch you up.” You nod silently, trying your best to keep conscious. Carefully, he cuts your shirt off of you, peeling the fabric back without injuring you further. Din sprays a bacta infusion on your wound before wrapping your shoulder. You feel immediate relief overtake your shoulder, the bacta cooling and numbing the area. Satisfied with his work, Din takes a moment to assess the rest of you. His heart drops as he sees the bruises littering your body. You notice his lingering stares.

“Hey, we need to fix you up too,” you call out to him. “I’m fine. It’s not your fault.”

“Of course it’s my fault!” He nearly yells at you. “I did this to you!” The modulator does nothing to hide the angst in his voice. “I should have been more careful.” He hangs his head in disgrace. “I could have killed you.”

You raise your good arm and place your hand on his helmet. “But you didn’t. You’ll have to do a little more than this to get rid of me, Din,” you say in an attempt to lighten the mood. He makes no response and you’re almost certain he’s frowning under his helmet. You attempt to help him bandage his own wound but he won’t have it. He quickly dresses it on his own, a stark reminder that he has done it many times before without you. After he is done, he picks you up again to move you to your room.

“Wait, we have to let the kid out.” Din walks you over to the hatch and you unlock it. The child immediately launches himself out of the space and onto you, knocking the wind out of you for one last time that night. The child stares up worriedly at both you and Din.

“I’m sorry that happened, kid.” Din places his hand on the child’s forehead in comfort. “But your mom is one hell of a hard ass here keeping you safe.” You blush at his compliment. Din places you and the child in bed before removing his armor. Normally, the Mandalorian would wait for an invitation to lay in bed with you but not tonight. Tonight, he needed to hold you, to make sure that you were safe.

He gazes upon you and the child one more time and realizes what he’s found in both of you: a family. And that was something he would never be willing to give up.

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And there it is again. That longing.

I just need someone who loves classics as much as I do. Who is as enthralled with the idea of reading out loud to someone you love as much as I am. Like??? Getting to read to someone I love? Getting to read out loud? Listening to someone I love read? And we're both genuinely interested and having a good time! Whyyy is it not normalized?

And hand written love letters! And just old school, romantic love. Like really old school. Bring me flowers with secret meanings. Kiss my hand before my mouth. Chase after me without harassing me! Care about the little things! And let us read to each other!