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“Haili cetare, Mandolorian” | The Mandolorian

Pairing: The Mandolorian/Din Djarin x mystery!Reader (no y/n)

Warnings: None

Summary: The Mandolorian and Grogu find themselves in Tatooine in preparation for a mission and Peli’s found herself an apprentice. When the young woman proves herself useful for the assignment, Din Djarin finds himself drawn to this mysterious and enigmatic stranger during a quiet moment.

Author’s Note: Barely edited so apologies in advance. Not a full story so much as an overfed plot bunny. Got a few of these running around and this was the first one that came out. I hope I used that title phrase correctly. 🤷🏻‍♀️

My body is at about a stage 4 out of 5 on the Pedro Pandemic scale. It’s real bad. I can’t believe I’m writing fics again. It’s been YEARS, ya’ll. Allegedly it’s healthy outlet so I’m gonna let it happen. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

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“Hungry?”

Din spun around and found Peli’s apprentice standing in the foyer with her arms crossed, eyeing him curiously.

“Ah, yes. Sorry.” He replied sheepishly, standing up a little straighter than he had intended, unconsciously scratching a nonexistent itch on his neck. She smirked at his hesitancy and uncrossed her arms.

“We have some left over ronto roast from earlier this week. I can get it.” She walked around the counter and began shuffling through the cooler.

“Thank you. That’s very kind.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he heard her retort while her back was turned. She turned back to face him as she dressed his plate and took a beat to look up at him.

“For you all know, I’m just the distraction while Peli absconds with your kid.”

Din tilted his helmet down at her curiously and noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes. He had observed over the course of the day that they were a perfect reflection of her emotions, becoming cloudy when she was concentrating on what someone was saying or dark and piercing when she was pressed. He had also noticed that they sparkled with light after she laughed. It was a simple observation, really, her eyes were just expressive.

He chuckled lightly, imagining the wily old woman running towards town with reckless abandon, a highly amused Grogu babbling and laughing in her arms and nowhere in particular to go. He knew for a fact that they were both sleeping soundly in Peli’s room, the woman’s snores heard when he walked past her room to get to the kitchen. “She can try.”

The apprentice laughed, her head bobbing in agreement, busying herself with warming up his food. “Peli can barely lift a wrench without pulling something in her back. Grogu is the only thing I’ve seen her pick up without complaining.” She glanced back over at him. “I don’t imagine she’d get very far from the likes of you,” she finished with a smirk.

The Mandolorian ignored the skip in his heartbeat and nodded in agreement. “You’d be right.”

He allowed himself to get comfortable, relaxing his shoulders and leaning on the opposite side of the counter where she had situated herself. There was a quiet pause as she spun and put the rest of the food back into the cooler, her first joke breaking the tentative tension in the room. Din realized then that this was the first time they occupied a space together without anyone else present. Strangely, the silence that hung between them didn’t feel like the common one among strangers, awkward and tepid. This was surprisingly light, almost comfortable as he watched her finish wandering about the kitchen.

She placed the plate in front of him and began to roll some utensils into a napkin, speaking again. “You didn’t get anything with the rest of us at the cantina so I assumed that you were the kind of Mandolorian that eats in private where you could take your helmet off.” She tilted her chin, gesturing at the plate.

His head snapped from the food to her face, studying. “That is correct.” He responded, slowly. Many would press, make jokes, ask questions. He was used to it, often responding with silence until people got the hint not to ask. She did none of those, she just knew. Accepted it. How did she know that?

As if reading his mind, she stopped what she was doing and gave him a small smile. “You are not the first Mandolorian I’ve met.”

Oh? “You are familiar with the Creed?” He gently pressed, his tone perhaps giving away his curiosity.

She shrugged nonchalantly with one shoulder, face turned down back towards the task that busied her hands. “I know that coverts have interpreted the Creed in their own ways.” She finished rolling and set the bundle of utensils next to the plate in front of him before she finally met his gaze again. “But I also know that any one who lives by the honor of that core Creed is one to be respected, no matter how different their custom is to the majority.” Her eyes were clear and bright, reflecting back at her from the t-visor in his helmet. Somehow, Din thought in the recesses of his mind in the quietest of whispers, they reminded him of swirling galaxies, sparkling in the dark vacuum of space.

Her opinion had been astute, thoughtful, and honorable. She spoke with resolve, as if telling him something as obvious as water being wet. It was incredibly refreshing. He nodded in agreement as he continued to study her, noticing how the loose tendrils of the day’s updo framed her face. The soft light of the kitchen made her skin radiate a warm glow, that fact which he tried to ignore until he noticed slightest hint of a furrow on her brow as she awaited a response.

“This is the way,” he said simply.

The apprentice gave him a small smile as she pushed herself off the counter. “Yes it is.”

She began to walk back around it, casually making her leave. She nodded her head at his food when she passed. “I’ll let you bring that back to your room while it’s still warm.”

His head followed her as she headed for the door, arms reaching for the plate on the counter. “Thank you again,” he started, catching her before she reached the entryway. She slowed and turned to look at him.

“For the food.” He continued. “And your respect to the Creed. Your opinion is rare, but it is an honorable one.”

Her lips turned up into a smile as she nodded in recognition.

“Of course.” She turned around and called out to him over her shoulder as she walked away. “Haili cetare, Mandolorian.”

What?

“Wait,” he uttered, trying to catch her and failing. He watched her figure disappear through the entryway and gave a silent prayer in thanks for his helmet, which hid the gaping, wide-eyed look that she had left on his face. Of all the things he might have expected her to say in her departure, Mando’a was certainly not one. At all.

Who is this woman?

Haili cetare!

Tuck in! Enjoy! (approx. Fill your boots.)