Din Djarin/Mando/The Mandalorian: One Shots, Imagines, etc.

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A/N: greef decides to team you up with mando, not proof read so really sorry, ALSO HELP I NEED REQUESTS I DONT CARE WHERE YOU PUT THEM JUST AS LONG AS I SEE THEM

Warnings: fighting, alcohol, child abuse, sexual harassment, injuries,

Word count: 2614

I sit down at the table opposite Greef Karga. 'What've you got for me, old man?' I ask.

'Ah,' he chuckles. 'Wait, Y/N, the third member of our party is coming.'

Narrowing my eyes at him, I put my feet up on the table and order a drink. I've just taken a swig when someone walks into the cantina, quietly enough that the only reason I detect them is because everyone falls silent. I twist around to see, and what I see makes my face turn dark. 'I don't care how good he is,' I say in a low, dangerous voice. 'The answer is no.'

Greef laughs. 'I've always wondered how well you two would work together. Yes, it's a partner, Y/N, but he's as good as you.'

The Mandalorian stands by the booth, arms crossed, and I glower at Greef, then turn to the Mando. Lazily, I flick my gaze up and down his body, looking for weak spots in his burgundy painted armour. Upper arms, back of the knees, neck. I smile sharply. I may not want to partner up with him, but I'll fight him fair and square. It's not often that I get a good challenge.

'What the hell, Greef?' He snaps.

'Just one mission, Mando.'

'No.' We both say in unison, and the Mandalorian's head snaps towards me. So he can reject me, but I can't reject him? A small smirk reaches my face. I stare back at him coolly, raising an eyebrow and flicking my hair over my shoulder, a taunting look in my eyes.

'Just sit down,' Greef pleads. 'Or fight it out or something. You two are the best. You aren't going to drag each other down.'

The Mandalorian sits down slowly, going to lean forward with his elbows on the table, but my feet are in the way.

'Move,' he commands.

'No.' I snap, pissed at his tone. If he hasn't noticed, you don't order me around lightly.

'Then I'll move you,' he snarls, grabbing my ankle. I feel his grip tighten, and I realise he's going to flip me over. Immediately, I hurl myself forward, slipping out one of my daggers and trying to hold it to his neck, but he grabs my wrist and points it down. I grin. He tries to wrench the knife from my grasp, and I drive my elbow up into his neck, applying enough pressure for it to hurt. A lot.

Snarling, he bucks his hips and flings me off him, and I jump to my feet, raising my fists and readying myself as he charges. He takes a swing at me, and I duck, going to sweep his legs out, but he flips out a knife from his vambrace, and I have to block it with my own. Darting forward, I hook a foot around his leg, just under his knee, right on the weak spot, and he falls backwards, but not before taking me down with him. My dagger skitters across the floor, and we fight for dominance over his, snarling like rabid animals. Growling, he rolls on top and slams his lower arm down on my fingers, crushing them with his vambrace. I yell and bring a knee up between his legs, yanking my blaster out and shoving it against his neck as he grunts in pain and presses the knife to my throat.

We still, the only sounds in the cantina our ragged breathing. I flick my gaze over to Greef. 'How much did you pay for us to be left alone while we fought?'

'Not too much. The barkeeper wanted to see it.'

I snort. 'You know, I'm almost ashamed to say this, but I've changed my mind. I'll take this one.'

'You will?' The Mandalorian snarls.

'Be careful, Mandalorian,' I growl. 'You don't know what you're dealing with right now.' I grab the hand holding the knife to my neck and wrench it to the side, shoving him off me. It takes more effort than I expect, but he is covered in metal.