Hard Edges || Mandalorian X Reader

TW: threats of SA/violence

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"Oh, she is a pretty one." The voice calls out, and your blood turns to ice.

"Told ya - pretty enough even to get the beskar off a mando." A second voice rings out.

What??

You slowly turn around to see two men already inside, a third standing in the hatch -- blocking the way out. Your eyes dart from face to face - your heart drops - yellow hair and a huge ugly scar across his face, this man was in the cantina. All your fun little fantasies fade away as you remember the way they all stared and whispered. That uneasy feeling in your gut returning - except now you don't have a mountain of steel next to you to calm you and put the fear of Maker in them.

"Tell me, what's it like getting fucked by a tin can?" Yellow hair sneers at you, placing a hand on the hilt of the blade hanging off his belt. "Surely that's what he keeps you around for, No?"

You stare at him wide eyed, frozen in place.

"Like a fun little pet." The other man says, his teeth black in his mouth. He has armour on - a bounty hunter? You hear a faint chuckle from the one standing in the door. "Last time Mando got a pet, screwed us out of a LOT of credits." He hisses, stalking towards you. Your eyes shoot to the bunk where the baby sleeps, you blink it away. They wouldn't dare. Your attention snaps back as you catch the movement of yellow hair drawing his knife.

"The way I see it, he owes us." He says, touching the point to his finger. "Figure, maybe you can pay his debt?"

"I don't have any money." You blurt out. Hating how your voice shakes.

Black mouth smiles and licks his lips, close enough you can smell his sickly breath. "Oh she's funny too" he says, stropping just in front of you.

"Go ahead," yellow hair spits at you, gesturing with his knife "show us what's under those clothes - we wanna see what's so special."

You swallow the lump in your throat. Eyes. Nose. Groin. You repeat weak zones in your mind. Hoping you can at least put up a decent fight. Wishing like heck you'd used your time with a Mandalorian much differently.

"You can make this easier on yourself girl, or make it real hard." the black mouthed man curses at you. "Take it all off, or he will cut it off - and his hand is likely to slip."

You close your eyes, trying to prepare yourself.

When you open them there's far more light streaming in from behind the men. No one is blocking the door and the moonlight is streaming in. Your eyes catch a glint of beskar and you do your best not to react. You lock eyes on the helmet and you see him raise a finger to where his mouth would be.

You look back at your captors, a smug smile crosses your lips. Just then black mouth lurches forward and catches you by the hair. "Listen here you little slut!" He barely registers the loud snap behind him in time to turn his head and watch his companions body slump to the floor. He starts scrambling backwards, dragging you with him and you let out a scream as your scalp burns, fingers scratching at his grip, legs kicking uselessly. You see Mando's boots rush towards him and hope floods your heart only to flatlines as he abruptly halts. The sound of a blaster charging up fills your ear as the cool metal presses to your temple. Your whole body freezes and your eyes lock on Mando. He is standing there, only a few feet away, hands in the air in surrender.

Fuck.

Your heart beats so loud in your ears you can barely hear anything else.

"Let her go, and you can go." Mando's voice rings between beats.