hunter and prey.

yes and yes

The golden early morning light pans through the bunk room, hazy and picking up the glints against the beskar, armour of the warrior that lies beside you, soft for a moment, curled deep in all the thick blankets he stole from you in the night.

You turn over, stretching and feeling your limbs slowly wake. Eyes fuzzy with sleep you’re blinking through the lights, the world slowly comes into focus and so does he. Mando’s back is to you, shirtless and muscled his skin matches the bronzed lighting, warm and sultry. The aesthetics and detail of an early morning alone with the Mandalorian bring a certain contented feeling, that maybe everything really is okay.

anything for u, anon

It’s late, the moon hovers between the drifting clouds, peaking at midnight and the stars blink in and out through the cold air. Darkness had settled in early, and had you longing for warmth and rest.

So when the Mandalorian returns to the ship — his short journey unknown to you, as he’d taken trips away from the ship before, returning to you in various states you’ve learned not to ask too many questions — you wake, tangled in the heavy blankets, eyes bleary and hair rustled.

He stands in the doorway, leaned one shoulder against the wall, beskar to wood, his helmet tilted as he observes you, looking cute in the darkness, all soft and pretty.

The Mandalorian | Chapter Three - “The Sin”

Word is he still has the target with him. Some say it’s a child.

pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

words: 2.0k+

warnings: none!

a/n: hello, this is incredibly stupid lmao that’s it

edit: read part two here!

It’s hard not to get bored.

Hours spent in hyperspace aren’t as exciting as it sounds. Most of the time you sit in relative silence, uncomfortable in your chair, the hum of the ship either deafening or unnoticeable. You do your best to occupy your time with something useful; cleaning, repairs, looking after the child, throwing around and playing with a metal ball until Mando takes it. The Mandalorian in the pilot’s chair adjacent from you isn’t much for conversation. Rarely does he talk, and when he does it’s typically an instruction: stay on the ship, follow me, get in cover. stop that.

star wars | the skywalker saga

You must go. A foundling is in your care. By Creed, until it is of age or reunited with its own kind, you are as its father. This is the way. You have earned your signet. You are a clan of two.

A foundling is in your care. By Creed, until it is of age or reunited with it’s own kind, you are as it’s father.