You're working as a server in a dusty little cantina when the bounty hunter walks in and turns your world upside down. Offering you a life of adventure - as long as you agree to babysit the odd foundling he keeps at his side - you find yourself getting closer to him than you ever would have imagined.
Rated explicit for romance, sex, you know the drill.
"What can I say? I'm a good luck charm."
Din Djarin x Force-sensitive!oc (can be read as reader.)
(From enemies to reluctant parents to friends to lovers.)
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types
13 Jan 2021
The galaxy had dealt you a rough hand of sabacc in this life. A family who couldn’t comprehend or understand your connection to the Force; a wolf in sheep’s clothing, who used and abused you for your talents; and you had come to understand that the galaxy cared very little for its inhabitants.
But an unexpected visit from a Mandalorian offered you the chance to leave it all behind, to reclaim your place as the author of your story.
You stepped towards the Mandalorian, being conscious to set down the knife before getting closer. “You need a body.”
A grunt came from the vocal modulator. “It’s not my body.”
You shuddered at the implication. “You need a body,” you stated slowly, enunciating every syllable. “You need a body, and now I need a way off of this planet.”
The man stayed nerve-wrackingly silent for minutes, studying the scene before him. “You would be willing to exchange the body, for travel?”
“And a portion of the bounty, seeing as how - how I killed him.” Your voice wavered.
“How quickly can you leave?”
vencuyanir [ven-COO-yah-neer]: sustain, keep alive, preserve
About to be taken away from Arvala-7, Elana only has two objectives: keeping Bean alive and getting away from the Mandalorian
The Mandalorian's helmet then snapped around to her, and she flinched again. "Are you its caretaker?" he asked gruffly. Elana barely managed to nod, scared out of her wits.
He was quiet for a long time, his presence alone enough to make her hold her breath. Then he walked over, and took off her cuff more gently than she would have expected from a bounty hunter.
She looked up at him, shaking in fear, the visor glaring down menacingly. A low command came from him, causing shivers to run down her back.
"Pack your things."
You are the sole caretaker of a small archive in an outer rim planet, where you collect information from anyone who happens to wander through. When the Mandalorian happens to appear at your door you are loathe to help, but the kid wins you over.
But this is Star Wars, and nothing is ever that easy.