Beauty and the Beast AU
Summary:
Mando studying in the library, catching up on personal studies and you learn a bit about his culture.
Hi guys! It's been so long!!! This is a story I wrote a long time ago and I never shared it with you all on Wattpad. I know it has been forever since I've posted, and I'm so sorry. This story hasn't been edited in a while, so I hope it's good ❤️
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Your footsteps echo through the halls as you make your way to the library, pushing the giant door open slowly and wincing when the old wood creaks.
You've been looking for Mando for ages, making your daily rounds around the castle as you search for him. The library was your last idea as to where he could be.
He does this sometimes... Disappears without saying anything or giving any clue to his whereabouts. It's as if he trusts you now... which he does, but he's refusing to admit it. The Mandalorian trusts that you won't run away from him. In fact, the idea of it doesn't cross his mind as much as it should, especially since you're technically being held here against your will.
No, Mando was content with your presence in his once-empty castle. What had once been a ginormous husk of what his life once was, the castle now seemed to glow softly whenever you entered the room. He had to rip his stare away whenever he caught himself, returning to whatever he had been doing before your arrival.
You let out a small huff of air as you push the door to the library open even further, peeking inside and giving it a quick scan.
"... Mando?"
You can hear the rustling of papers in the distance, as well as the scratch of pen against parchment, so you take a tentative step into the room.
Slowly closing the door behind you, you start to walk across the wooden floorboards as quietly as you can, wincing when they creak under your weight.
"Mando?"
The rustling of papers seem to pause for a moment, as if he had heard you but wasn't sure if he was hearing things. And then it resumed, scribbling faster than he was before.
Peeking around a bookshelf, you watch the Mandalorian sitting at the large table that stretched down the aisle. Papers are strewn about, covered in scratches of writing. Books are laid out and open as well, tabs decorating the pages with his notes.
He's paused in his writing, staring at a page in the book in front of him with a look of fierce concentration. Dark brown curls hung over his face as he hunched over it, observing the words written with great interest. His brows are knitted together as his dark eyes scan the pages. The man taps his pencil against his lip, along his tamed mustache, while a small frown of focus pulls at his lips.
Leaning against the bookshelf, your eyes seen to devour him as he reads. The sleeves of his ruffled shirt are rolled up to his elbows, careful not to get ink or markings on his clothing. The Mandalorian lowers his pencil from its position against his lip, scribbling something into the margins of the book in front of him.
He's in such a focused state, you're worried you're going to give him a scare if you move or say anything. You don't see him without his armor alot, and he's normally jumpier when he's without it.
How do I get his attention without scaring him?
"Whatcha doin?"
Mando startles, as you knew he would, his pencil leaving a stray mark on one of the pieces of parchment. His dark eyes fly up to meet yours in a panic, but they seem to settle back into calm once he's registered your presence.
