Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
“I said I’d get you there so I’m getting you there,” he growled. “I’m not letting some silly doll make me a liar.”
He stalked off toward the fresher, but you followed.
“Doll?” You demanded, raising your voice. “That’s what you think I am?”
“Yes,” he said, turning back to face you, towels clenched in his fist. “A doll, some decorative, useless thing to sit there in pretty dresses and take up space. A doll.”***
You have a knack for finding trouble, be it in the midst of Galactic Civil War or when trying to live the quiet life after getting out of the game. So when you're stuck fleeing your new home planet after pissing off the wrong people - again - there's only one person willing to take you: the Mandalorian.
But after years of fighting faceless men, you're not the trusting type toward someone always wearing a helmet and the Mandalorian quickly suspects there's more to you than he knows.
*This is seriously a very slow burn, very plot-heavy fic!
Points of note:
Ch 1 - 11: Pre-Canon
Ch. 16: Relationship shift
Ch. 23: Slow burn pay-off :)