The Mandalorian ~ Reader Inserts

Amiable

Summary: In which The Mandalorian finds himself entranced with an unusually affectionate bar owner.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2211

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It was a quiet morning as usual.

You had wiped down the counters and barstools, swept up the miscellaneous wrappers and dirt that crowded the floor, and freshened up the windows, making sure they let in the clouded light the sun provided.

 With rows upon rows of farm fruits and vegetables lined acres of land, there were also scattered fruit trees that shaded the town from the mellow sun it orbited around, you basically lived in Heaven. Life flourished as a peaceful settling ground, travelers were a rare sight to come from. Your economy did not run on supplying fuel or building magnificent ships that could travel the Kessle Run in less than 12 parsecs. 

But what attracted those few foreigners was the hope of a peaceful life. Elders came here to spend their last few days in peace before they passed on and the younger children would always come, get bored, and then leave shortly after.

The difference with you was that you valued the slow-monotonous life. You used to live in the  Core Worlds, Coruscant. The night life was amazing, your job as a successful ambassador was rising in their prosperous government. Hence the reason you could afford such a nice and respectable bar in the Outer Rim on a forgotten planet.

It was fun to hang with friends, talk business with officials, and travel to at least thirty planets in one month. Though it was fun, all good things had to come to an end.

You soon became tiered of the rush of life, wanting to slow down, stay in one spot for more than a day. Find someone you wanted to spend our life with and perhaps one day start a family.

Walking towards the front door you flipped the 'on' switch so the doors could let in weary citizens. Going behind the beautifully carved Homogoni wood, in which you designed yourself, you fiddled with the bottles and various instruments you used to make the concoctions you did until blaster fire sounded outside.

Scrunching up your nose you simply shook your head and continued. Lately pirates and smugglers of the kind had come to your little haven, causing ruckus and disorder. There were ex-Empire officers and Generals that came here to deal out drugs and weapons, which was weird due to the fact basically no one prior to this... situation knew of this community.

Guess the secret was out.

The shots echoed through the ally ways of the stucco-steel home had become had usual as well as dead bodies that laid on the floor every so often.

Your peace was slowly crumbling as the dream of escaping danger seemed impossible. 

The hiss of the large blaster doors you had recently bought to keep the tough crowed out brought you out of you spiraling thoughts.

"Welcome, what's your poison?" With a smile on your face you turned around only to be met with a hunched over figure. Silver, shiny armor covered every inch of available spots for protection. Gasping in realization you held a hand to your heart. You had only heard of rumors about the Mandalorians, they were a fierce warrior race with a fiery passion for honorable combat.

But you had never seen one in person.

"I-I need help, please," Going around the long bar you rushed over to close the doors, if he was asking for help he was probably being chased by something or someone.