Cheddar7

Suppress the force. They'll never find you.I'm a Mandalorian. This is the way.A jedi padawan on the run from ex-impreials. An ex-bounty hunter betraying the guild in order to protect the asset.How you ended up being trained into jedi knighthood a few years after the great purge, while constantly on the lookout for ex-imperials, to being a dishwasher for a bartender was a long story. Now the biggest questions was, how did you trust a stranger so quickly? A Mandalorian ex-bounty hunter out of all people. Why was he so overprotective of this green-skinned creature who he claims is his own child? You tried to connect the dots. Stay hidden from the imps and work as an underpaid dishwasher until you hairs turn grey? Or leave with the Mandalorian? Leave with the Mandalorian it is... And hope that he doesn't kill you.Reader/(y/n) is female :)))))…

Cheddar7

I reckon she was like the wind. Strong and resilient.I thought of him as my security. Someone to run to.Life of an outlaw was anything but easy. Making a living from lying, stealing, killing, with a mix of running and hiding. It became even more difficult having no one to turn to while concealing your true identity.Having been the daughter of the legendary, and now dead outlaw, Black Belle, you naturally had the law chasing you with a handsome bounty for your head. Little did you know that meeting a certain gunslinger and joining an infamous gang would change your life for the better.The following story includes foul language, violence, and sexual content.…