Summary: You work with Mando, helping to protect the child, and now you have to escape Nevarro and the Bounty Hunter's Guild. Can you make it unscathed?

Warnings: Some swearing? If you squint.

A/N: I looove the idea of being a Sniper and helping Mando, I'm even writing a Mandalorian Fanfiction with this sort of plot. If you're interested in reading that, comment! Also I know the gif above is from Prospect and is not Din Djarin but the quote inspired this One shot so... And last thing, I do have some other One-Shots lined up but requests are welcome! I don't know how they work but just send me a message (however that's done) and if I see and write it I'll dedicate it to the requester. Ok, back to the One-Shot!

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"Put the gun down Mando..." Threatened one of the ten bounty hunters closing in on Din. The child was bundled in his arms, a blaster clutched in Din's hand as his visor stared down the crowd of enemies. "We might need the child alive but you are entirely...disposable."

"Really?" Din's modulated voice was calm, void of fear.

From your sniper's position on the rooftop, you could practically see the poker face hiding beneath the helmet. Along with the mussed helmet-hair Din got from living an entire day underneath his mask...and his patchy, rough facial hair. Maker, you could almost imagine the feel of his beard against your face while his lips captured mine-

Stop it, I don't have time for this! You seethed internally.

"You can't cover your entire body in Beskar...and we have ten good shots."

The gravel and dirt shuffled beneath the nine bounty hunters. They moved forward, encroaching on Din. Din and the child. Your finger found the trigger, aching to pull, just to see the light go out of each of the hunters' eyes. You'd grown so accustomed to Din's expressions showing through the virtually 'emotionless' visor. Now, ten feet above him, you could see the cunning, the confidence, the courage and strength. There was also amusement of sorts. Because you were the one thing no one counted on. The girl no one ever thought a Mandalorian could have.

"Ever heard the saying...one great shot is better than ten good ones?"

NOW!

The shots flew. You hit three hunters in .5 seconds. The others whipped away from Din in enough time for him to dive behind a cargo cart, successfully shielding him and the baby. You grinned behind the trigger, sniping two more hunters down before the remaining five realized you were there...hidden among the rooftops killing them off. You managed one last shot, right between the eyes on a twi'lik. But the four that still stood were quick in taking cover. Your smile flipped. Greef Karga, the bounty guild leader was still alive and waiting for a chance to get Din.

"Come on come on..." You whispered.

Your patience was wearing thin. You needed to get these guys now so that you and Din could finally be free. Free of the chase, free of danger. The kid needed to be safe. Din needed to be safe. You wanted to end this.

Where are they all?

It was so quiet, deathly quiet. Nothing stirred. Nothing but the dirt in the gentle breeze. You clung to your blaster. Any second now, a head would raise and you'd shoot. Any second...unless-

Unless the hunters had managed to sneak out of the area to come back in another way. Maybe they were on the other side of a building, waiting to jump on Din and the child! Your heartbeat accelerated. You stifled the short breaths falling from your lips. You'd promised to stay still, laying low until each head had a blaster hole, courtesy of you. But Din could be in danger, and you also swore an oath to defend him on your life, because he was your life. You were one. Bound together in a Mandalorian Marriage. The oaths, in the Mandalorian tongue echoed in your ears. You pulled away from your scope to stand when you heard the scuff of a boot.

You rolled-

The butt end of a heavy blaster smashed exactly where your head had been. The gun broke on the concrete brick. Your head throbbed from the rough contact with the roof, warm blood tickled your forehead. In an attempt to save yourself, your rifle had slid across the roof.

Osik.

"So...Mando doesn't work alone after all?"

The shoot out started up again in the street, and all you could do was listen. Listen and fight. Greef Karga started towards you, his hand's twitching. You were on your feet in an instant, running at Karga full speed. He caught your arm. In return, you latched onto his hand and brought your knee up at his arm. There was a chilling crack and Karga bellowed in agony. His grip loosened as he stumbled backward, cradling his broken arm. You made a mad dash from your rifle. The uneven surface of the roof scratched your knuckles as you picked the blaster up, but you ignored the sting and kept going, gaining speed.

Suddenly, the roof disappeared beneath you. Your arms flailed in the open air, legs stretched out-

Thud!

You landed on a lower roof, side jumping the edge and joining the party on the street. Din had come out from behind the cargo cart with your excited little kid squirming in his arms. The other hunters were dead. You halted in the center of the road, out of breath and aching all over your body. Your eyes fell on Din's figure, tall and broad. His intimidating stature sent shivers down your spine. Your skin prickled with the sensation of his hands running over it, trailing from your cheek to your stomach. A flame of passion burned inside you. It sustained you as you openly stared at Din. His helmet turned away from the death you'd caused together and his visor locked onto your admiring gaze.

"Cyar'ika," the modulated voice sighed. "I-"

PEW!

"NO!" You screamed as you quickly raised your gun and sniped down Karga, hitting him in the chest.

Din stumbled, his arm jolting as Karga's final shot hit the exposed place on his arm. You ran towards Din, reaching out to help in some way. Din shook his head firmly, muttering, "Hurry...let's go, quick." He let me take the child from his arms and immediately took your rifle, holding it defensively. Together you hurried out of the Neverran city, into the comforts of the Razor Crest. The hangar door shut. Sighing and clicking while the locks engaged. Din tossed your rifle aside and sank onto one of the empty supply crates. You tucked the child in his hammock, gave him a stern 'stay right here' look and then rushed to Din's side.

"Din..."

"You're bleeding cyar'ika..." Din murmured.

"Never mind that, it's just a scratch-" You argued. "Are you ok?"

The visor watched you. "I'm always ok."

"You liar." You snapped.

"I never lie."

"You're lying now."

Din cocked his head. "How can you tell?"

You moved to Din's lap, straddling him so that you could grasp the edge of his helmet in both hands and lift it up over his head. His soft, brown curls fell free and loose about his face. Sweat glistened on Din's slightly tan skin. There were scratches and bruises here and there...but most of all, there was pain in Din's eyes. Pain he was swallowing with all his might.

"I can see your eyes through your helmet, you know," You replied.

"Can you?" Din asked in a lazy voice.

A shaky breath escaped you. "...yes."

Din managed a small grin, quirking a brow as he settled his uninjured arm's hand on your waist. "What if I said I'm just tired?"

"Then I'd say-"You are a double lying bastard who won't take any shit just to be this protective, strong man which may be extremely hot but also insanely stupid!" As you reached the end of your speech, you poked Din right where the Karga's blaster had hit, earning a sharp hiss of pain and surprise from your Mandalorian. He slapped his left hand over the injury and closed his eyes. The grimace he bore trembled with his heavy sigh. He nodded weakly.

"Yeah that's...technically true."

"Damn right it is," You retorted. "Let me help you, riduur."

Din leaned his head against the Crest wall. He peered down at you from the corner of his eyes. His irises twinkled. "Do I get a please, cyar'ika?"

A heatwave rolled over you. Maker, what that tone did to you.

"You can get whatever you want after we clean you up," You replied.

You started to dismantle Din's armor. He closed his eyes again. But whispered to you as I worked: "Anthing I want?"

You chuckled in response and nodded. Once the chest plate, gauntlets, and shoulderpads were off and stacked next to the helmet, you grabbed the hem of Din's thick shirt carefully, sure to be gentle as you peeled it off his sweat soaked skin. The sleeves were tricky, especially on the injured arm, but Din made it through - discounting the many strings of curses - and soon, you were disenfecting the burn and rubbing a cooling ointment in.

"You'll have a nasty bruise, riddur." You murmured.

"You've given me worse, rid'ika." Din teased.

You raised your brow. "Oh?" But Din fell silent, so you bandaged Din's bicep. His arms were so toned, just like his abs and chest. You let your fingers slip over the bulges in Din's arm. His skin was warm from all the action. You craved the touch.

"Cyar'ika...don't you know what you do to me?"

"It pales in comparison to what you do to me, riduur."

Din's eyes were alive with desire. He brought his free hand up to your jaw, cupping it and drawing your faces close together. You bit your lip. Sparks danced in Din's lustful gaze. Then, Din dipped his face into yours. Your lips met in a rapid kiss. Passionate but somewhat sloppy from the exhaustion of the day. You pulled away from Din, leaning your forehead against his. Your fingers found the hair at the back of his neck and you fiddled with the ends of the brown locks.

"I want us to stay like this forever," You whispered.

"Then stay...we can make this forever...if you want," Din muttered in your ear.

Your breathing failed. "Din...I only want you."

"Then don't worry, rid'ika...I'm here, forever."

You hummed in content. Kar'taylir darasuum - I will hold you forever. Your oath, your vow. Your unbreakable vow.