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The Bodyguard - Part 1

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

-use of you/you’re and Y/n, no descriptive character details but afab reader

Fic Warnings: 18+ only please!, Death, angst, friends to lovers, fluff

I know this will be at LEAST two parts, I haven’t decided yet if I want to make more. BUT hopefully you enjoy this. Thank you Anon for requesting, stay tuned for part 2!

This is self edited, so let me know if I missed any mistakes, and as always my box is open - so ask away!

Please leave constructive feedback if you like, and please please please, if you enjoy this fic reblogggg 😚

Before.

As little Y/n walks through the tall grass she giggles as it tickles her skin, a toothy grin splitting her face. She’s skipping, holding tight to her mothers hand as they make their way to the shore. They’d gone to one of her mother’s favorite places to be.

As Tali-ah, her mother, sets up a picnic blanket, Y/n runs to the water and jumps in kicking her feet and splashing in the water.

“Be careful love!” She warns her child, eyes shifting back and forth from her actions to her child’s whereabouts.

After finishing her set up Tali-ah settles on the blanket, watching with a contented smile as Y/n plays with her back to her mother.

Her smile vanishes when the feel of a hand clamps down over her mouth, a deep male voice hisses in her ear, “Scream and I kill both of you now.” Tali-ah manages a weak nod, fear coursing through her veins, for her and her innocent child. At the feel of a blaster against her temple she shivers, tightly squeezing her eyes shut. Before she could even form another thought, the unknown man is pulling the blasters trigger, ending her life within seconds.

The man let’s her lifeless body drop to the ground unceremoniously, quickly retreating. His job was done.

At the sound of her mothers body thumping, Y/n turns. She doesn’t understand what she sees, she only remembers seeing is a man in a white robe.

She blinks, climbing out of the lapping water. “Mommy?” She whispers in her small voice, confused at what she sees.

Her mothers body covered in red, twisted in a strange position. Y/n waddles right up to her, hands shaking the body.

“Momma…” Tears well in her eyes, “momma wake up.”

She starts crying, scared that she’s alone in this place, with her mom not waking up. Her lip wobbles as she looks at her hands, sticky with the red stuff. She doesn’t understand what it is, but she knows she is afraid.

She cuddles up to Tali-ah’s cooling body, falling asleep against her, seeking comfort. She lays with her until a guard comes searching for the lost royals.

A week later Y/n’s Father Malik, is captured, and never recovered.

The court takes over the kingdom, the high priest is crowned temporary ruler, forcing the young royal to go into hiding.

Y/n is sent to the outskirts to stay in a hidden castle, she is meant to stay there in hiding until she becomes of age and takes the throne.

As she grows she is secretly educated in combat, those closest to her wanting her to be capable and able to defend herself. In no time she had become an excellent defense artist, excelling in hand to hand combat as well as tactics and scheming.

And although she is quite able, the enemy is much more capable and extremely dangerous. They have proved themselves to take any measures to get what they want, they were unpredictable.

The outlaws are a secret syndicate called The Dead Eyes, they lust to overtake the kingdom. Their agenda? To empower a newly rising sith lord, to give more land to their cause.

They already destroyed and dismantled 3 kingdoms, they’re working to take control of entire planets.

It’s all been a slow, agonizing war. There is currently not an end in sight.

But the kingdoms left have been creating a secret army to defend and fight off the syndicate, every capable hand has joined the cause willingly, ready to defend.

But with recent advancements in capture attempts of Y/n, her court has hired a notorious, and very skilled Mandalorian, Din Djarin, to assist with her safety.

—————————————————————————Now.

“No.”

“Princess…”

“I said no.”

The court member swallows, “please pri…”

She whips around, the long skirts of her gown swishing with her movement. She truly hates wearing gowns everyday, she longs for a pair of pants. “I don’t need a fucking body guard.”

“Y/n!” Comes the silencing stern voice of her uncle, the high priest.

She indignantly ticks her jaw, blinks and turns her head to look at him.

“Enough.” He demands. “You’ll accept the man’s protection and complain about it no more.”

She scowls, quickly twisting around and leaving the room. He makes her skin crawl, he’s never been kind to her.

Making her way down the hall her heels click, she is aware of the presence now following close behind her. Whipping around, Y/n stops abruptly, glaring at the person who had been following her.

“Are you going to follow me every where I go then?” She questions.

They don’t answer, just stand there, staring back. Well, she thinks they’re staring back.

This person is huge, she assumes it’s a male by the wide shoulders, long thick legs and flat breast plate. He’s covered head to toe in Beskar, weapons adorned every inch of his figure.

They’d hired a fucking Mandalorian to babysit her?

Y/n had heard stories about the Mandalorians, they’ve become ruthless and secretive in recent years. She knows of there being many coverts, a lot of them have different rules within them. She cant help but wonder what his are.

“Well?” She snaps, “are you going to say anything?”

No answer.

She rolls her eyes and twists to continue her walk to the library.

Reading is her favorite past time, it helps her calm down, escape. She isn’t allowed to leave this castle, and she longs for adventure or…anything really.

He follows her the entire way there, and stands guard at the door as she settles in a chair by a window.

He’s just…standing there. It bother her that she can’t see his face, what is he looking at under there? His beskar is a brilliant, polished silver. The light glints off him, shining bright. She lowers her book, “Sooooo…” She starts to say, his head turns slightly, to look at her she assumes. “What’s your name, shiny?”

Still no answer. Oookayyyy.

Y/n really hopes her days aren’t going to be like this forever, filled with a silent brooding man that follows her every step, every action.

Sure enough…they are.

Months go by, and not once has she heard a single sound come from him. But Y/n has actually grown fond of him, she enjoys that he doesn’t boss her around or push her to be someone she isn’t. He’s just…there. She has taken up talking to him often, just telling him things about her, her life, her wishes and dreams. She has never had any one to talk to, and his presence has become quite comforting.

The first time he speaks is after Y/n is granted access to a cove nearby, she has been begging for a trip for a few years.

The court only agreed because there has not been any movement by the Syndicate, and they allowed her an hour outside with two guards accompanying her, as well as the Mandalorian.

She had been climbing the rocks that surround the small spring in the middle of the cove, something she used to do often. The Mandalorian has been standing close to her below, watching each placement of Y/n’s feet.

Her foot slips, and she couldn’t grab hold of a secure place in time. Falling backwards, her knee scrapes the rock and she yelps as she descends.

“Y/n!” He shouts, rushing to catch her in his arms. He does, just in time. They’re both panting, slightly shaken by the event. She’s staring into his visor.

The royal guards rush in to see what has happened, and The Mandalorian speaks up again. “She’s alright,” he says to them. “She just slipped off the rocks. I’ve got her.”

Both guards nod, leading you all out of the cove.

He hasn’t put you down, you’re all about halfway back to the castle when he mutters to you. “Are you alright?”

“Yes…” you whisper back, “just shaken really, I’ve never slipped before.”

After a moment she whispers once again, “you spoke.”

His head nods once, “I did.”

And that was that.

She wonders if he’ll speak more often around her, if he’ll be willing to make conversation with her now. She hopes he will.

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Later that night she can’t sleep, her thoughts filled with the Mandalorian. After tossing and turning she makes a decision, gets out of bed, and opens her door.

“Mando?” She whisper yells.

And of course he’s right there, so there really was no need to call out. He had been leaning against the wall across her door, arms crossed. He straightens, and takes a step towards her. But doesn’t say anything, waiting for Y/n to speak.

“Will…” She takes a deep breath, quickly blowing it out. she doesn’t know why she’s so nervous around him now. “Will you come in and be with me? I can’t sleep.”

His helmet shifts in a sharp nod, light from the hall glinting off of it. He follows her into her room, standing by the door as Y/n makes herself comfortable on the couch by her fireplace.

She glances away, but whispers, “Why don’t you talk to me?”

It takes him a moment but he responds. “It’s easier not to.”

“I wish you would.” She sighs, “now that I’ve heard your voice I..I want to hear more.”

Silence.

Sighing, she sits back in her chair, accepting he most likely won’t continue to speak.

“I was scared today.” Y/n’s head whips around to look at him. “I thought you were hurt.”

“Oh.” She blinks up at him, an unknown feeling warming her chest.

Silence.

“Can I finally know your name?” She questions, quietly.

He shifts, seemingly uncomfortable with the question. But he makes his way towards her, awkwardly sitting in a chair opposite her.

It takes him another moment, but he eventually answers gruffly. “Din.”

Y/n smiles wide, “thank you…Din.”

After that he talks more, maybe not enough for Y/n’s liking. But he tries, for her. Their relationship has grown, becoming very fond of each other. Din can’t help but be constantly on guard for her.

Its not until about two months later when the war starts to intensify. There have been 3 men captured, one attempted to sneak into the castle after dark, the other two had been caught spying the grounds.

The Royal Guards presence has doubled, in effort to better protect the Princess. The court suspects the syndicate is now aware of her whereabouts, the castle was disguised as a stronghold but with the scouts they had captured they believed there to be more. So rather than moving her again they decide to strengthen the defense, and keep her locked away.

It happens in the dead of night.

Din is standing guard like usual, watching the entrance to her rooms when he hears a quiet clicking noise. Instantly defensive, he’s moving to open her door, but when he tries the knob, the door doesn’t move. He slams his shoulder against it, doesn’t budge.

Someone had barricaded it.

He hears a yelp. He recognizes your voice, you sound tired, scared.

He hates it.

Again he slams against the door, and it finally it budges. Upon entrance he is alert, eyes surveying the room quickly.

Nothing.

The window was open, currents flapping in the wind.

They’d taken her.

How had he let them take her.