Chapter 1 in the ‘Blood and Beskar’ Series
The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader (Eventually)
Prologue , Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Warnings: Swearing, violence a smidge of angst if you squint.
a/n: okay so this is the second instalment of the series, and I’m really enjoying writing it. I think because I haven’t really read any fics where the reader is a badass bounty hunter with a mando problem. I have soo many ideas for this series I can’t wait to write them. I hope you enjoy xx Feedback is always welcome :)
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You awoke with a start, reaching for your blaster and pointing it to the door. Your eyes wide scanning the surroundings in a rushed fashion back and forth from the door to the foot of the bed. But there was nothing, just the a slivers of fresh daylight seeping in through the holes in the roof caressing your face. It wasn’t like you to be so jumpy, but the days on the run had turned into weeks and your brain couldn’t keep going for much longer. You groaned sitting up fully to pull your tunic over your head and reach for the fresh pair of pants at the end of the bed.
The woman from the forest who you’d learned was called Aayla had offered you her bed, some fresh clothes and a basin to wash in. The relief of feeling clean after weeks of travel was numbing. It was no fresher but the comfort of being able to bathe was enough to make you want to stay. Your old clothes hung from the rafters clean and dry ready to be packed. You shimmied on your pants holstering your blaster and securing your knife to your thigh, instantly feeling safer knowing your weapons were once again close to your person. You needed a plan, a plan that would get you off this planet to another on the outer rim. One with a larger population to blend into and lay low for a while. You knew the bounty hunting business well, being one of the best in the Parsec, always meeting your deadlines no matter how resilient the quarry. Much to Karga’s delight he always let the rest of the cantina know when you’d done a good job, a situation you always cringed from. Knowing the business meant you knew the people, and knowing the people meant you knew how they worked. Someone would be looking for you, you needed to cover your tracks and move on, staying in one place for too long made things messy. You couldn’t afford mistakes.
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