The Mandalorian ~ Reader Inserts

Horizon

Request: So I was wondering if you could make an Oneshot where Mando and the reader are already a couple but based on the eighth episode where the reader gets killed instead of Kuill and Mando is heartbroken about what happened, if this is too much please feel free to change whatever you want. Thanks again and keep up the great work ilysm:] ❤︎

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3915

I AM ALIVE!!!! SO SORRY FOR THE EXTREMELY LONG BREAK I TOOK, BUT REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN AND OLD REQUESTS ARE BEING CONSTRUCTED AT THIS VERY MOMENT!

❤︎  THANK YOU FOR READING!!! ❤︎

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The wind howled into the black abysses this planet called 'hills'. More like lava piled up like a dung hive. The sun sat high in the sky gracing everyone with its lovely waves of heat and smoldering kiss. 

My eyes laid onto the two figures with blaster holes in their chests. Pathetic really, the way they died had no purpose. No greater or higher reason other than that they had been plotting against the man who had given me everything.

That very same man held his blaster up to the dark-skinned Bounty Guild member. His hands raised as his twin pistole blasters were shown off. Old and weathered face set in a firm and a little bit afraid stance.

Greef Karga walked over to his supposed hired help and kicked one over, satisfied at seeing a little whisper of smoke emit from the nonmoving man. "The plan was to kill you and take the kid."

Raising an eyebrow I hide a little more behind the chrome suited man as he held his own pistol at the man's head. Not one ounce of trust between them. Cara Dune, the ex-Shock Trooper who still seemed suspicious of me, also held her own weapon at him.

Her youthful face wrinkled with experience had eyes that could pierce the hide of a Dewback, were set to slits. Almost like a Moraband Serpent ready to strike at the first wrong move by its prey.

"But after what happened last night, I couldn't go through with it," his sentence surprised me as I watched Kuiil hop down from his Blurrg; looking to see what all the fuss was. The pram was still open, and a light rap of his claws could be heard as he touched the edges and top part of his new carrier.

I wonder what it thinks about all this trouble for him. Would he be proud? Happy? Thankful? Hopefully all of those things for all we had sacrificed.

"Go on. You can gun me down here and now and it wouldn't violate the Code," spreading his arms out like he didn't care... was amusing. Just by his stance, I could tell he still cared deeply for his life and was betting on the chance that the child had softened the cold-hearted Mandalorian to spare him.

"But if you do," his deep and stern voice flowed along with the heated wind as he pointed to the pram, "this child will never be safe."

"We'll take out chances." Ah, what a mindless and idiotic statement. Fit for a Shocktrooper I guess.

Finding her answer brash I tapped the little one's nose before stepping closer to the man.

"The Imperial Client is obsessed with obtaining this asset." Kuiil eyed me as well, clearly unimpressed with the mistrust between all of us, "You tried to run, but where did it get you?"