Pedro Pascal one shots +characters part three

The Mandalorian-The Code

You end up having a business deal with two Mandalorians, Din Djarin and Boba Fett. You don't trust either one of them.

Especially after they both start making advances towards you.

Some swearing and innuendo and a little violence.

I actually got this idea from reading Mando fanfic from t14s23 if you love Mandalorians, please check out her stories, they're soo good!
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Mandalorians. They're a tricky sort. You know that they live by a certain code. And you understand that.

You live by a certain code as well. It's called minding your own damn business. Unless...someone gets to damn nosy and inappropriate towards you.

Which luckily wasn't terribly often.

That is until the day that two Mandalorians walked into your place, thinking that you were some kind of prize to be won.

Never trust a man who wears a helmet and refuses to show his face.

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"How about five hundred credits, doll face?"

You give this asshole a steely glare. He cannot be serious. That artifact that he brought in is worth twice what he's offering.

"No deal," you snarl, turning your back on him. You don't give a rat's ass if he's a Mandalorian.

Let him threaten you. You've dealt with far worse than him. He walks closer, grabbing your arm, whipping you around so fast, your head snaps back.

You immediately bring your knee up and it connects with his crotch. He groans, releasing you. You smile smugly.

"Was that necessary?" He growls.

"Bite me, Mando!"

"I offered you a fair deal."

"You offered me shit!" Mando growls, turning. That's right. Run away and cry in your drink.

Just as he reaches the door, another Mandalorian enters. Oh perfect! What is this? Mandalorian Day?

You stop as he walks closer. He spots the artifact, sitting there. He moves even closer, fingering it.

"Is this for sale?" Shit. You know this Mandalorian. It's the infamous Boba Fett.

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"It's mine!" The first Mandalorian marches over, snatching up the artifact and holding it against his metal armor. Oh God.

You really hope if these two decide to have it out, they'll go outside first. You can't have blood all over your goods. It's bad for business.

"Pity," Boba says, leaning against the wall, crossing his feet at the ankles. Of all the jackals that had to darken your doorstep.

"Don't bother bargaining with him," you tell Boba. "He's a cheapskate."

"I offered you good credits, lady. If you don't want my business, I can take it elsewhere."

"Oh, Din," Boba says with a disappointed sigh. "You're being a fool here."

Boba looks in your direction. Even though you can't see the smile on his face, you can hear it in his voice.

"Treat the lady with a little more respect."

"I'm outta here!" Din storms out, leaving you alone with Boba. He moves closer, reaching out to touch your cheek. You recoil, glaring at him.

"If that's the kind of thing you're looking for, Fett. Get lost."

"Ooh, feisty, Y/N." You cringe. You're not proud of it, but you and Boba have a past.

"You positive you're not interested?"

"Take a hike, Boba. Now. Before I show you just how feisty I can really be."

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Unexpectedly, Din returns, offering what the artifact is worth. This surprises you.

You eye him suspiciously. What's going on here? Did Fett have something to do with this?

"Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Your boyfriend threatened me."

"Fett is not my damn boyfriend. And since when are you so scared of him? You can be pretty damn scary yourself."

Din made a sharp noise in his throat. He was clearly disgusted and annoyed.

"Do you want the one thousand credits or not?" Din asked rudely. You shrug. What the hell?

"Fine. I'll give you the artifact. You give me the credits." Din leaves for a few minutes, returning shortly with a chest full of credits.

"What is this thing anyways?" You ask.

"None of your business."

"Din Djarin." Oh for crying out loud.

"It's not for sale, Fett. Piss off." Boba struts over to you and Din, lightened quick, grabbing the artifact.

Din immediately grabs his blaster.

"Take it outside, boys. Now."

"This is some sacred Mandalorian symbol. It's said to have possessed great powers."

"Big deal," you snap. "I couldn't care less if it's blessed by the Force!"

"Fett, give me that. Or I'll blast your head off."

Boba sighs and hands the black symbol back to Din, who snatches it away and storms out of the shop.

"Must you do that?" You ask Boba. He moves closer, touching your arm and pulling you closer.

You stare at him. God, he's an ass sometime! You finally smile. Well, it's more like a smirk.

"All you Mandalorians are alike. Tough and rude and don't give a shit about anyone but yourselves."

Boba chuckles.

"Y/N, you're not wrong."