#fennec learns felting

[etheries1015]

Communication Chaos

Featuring: Isekei! (Kind of not really.) Reader x Tighnari

TW: none that I am aware of, but please do let me know if I missed any I will gladly update this section.

PT2: Cyno, Wanderer, Alhaitham, Kaveh

INTRO: 

You wake up one day sitting on the bed of a small hut-looking building in Gandharva Ville after being found unconscious by the forest ranger known all around as Tighnari. The moment you opened your eyes and met the gaze of the multi-colored-eyed male, you felt a warm tingle of excitement and confusion fill your chest...however the moment he opened his mouth to greet you, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

You can’t understand a single word he just said. 

Your excitement and curiosity are what caused him to fall for you, over time, of course. 

When you awoke and sat up in the bed he had given you to rest, he walked towards you with a bowl of medicine. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, “Any pain from the injuries sustained? I wrapped your forearm in bandages and put together a concoction of medicine utilizing-” He stopped speaking mid-explanation when he noticed you stared at him wide-eyed, mouth open agape, similar signs of someone who hadn’t understood what was being said to them. He took this as a sign that he had to slow down his form of speech, thus he continued with that in mind.

“U-uh...” you interrupted him, using your hands signaling he should stop by waving them around in front of you apprehensively. You weren’t sure what you could possibly say, standing in front of you was THE Tighnari of the video game “Genshin Impact” you played in the comforts of your homeland, yet he seemed to speak none of the languages you were remotely accustomed to hearing. You looked around for any form of a hint of what language he spoke so you could attempt to communicate, however, It was at that moment that you realized it must have been Teyvats natural language by the writing on the pile of papers that sit on the desk next to the bed graciously given to you by Tighnari. He cocked his head to the side and ear twitched, waiting for you to speak as you had stopped him from talking previously. 

“I...don’t understand what you’re saying, I’m...sorry...” You trailed off as you noticed Tighnari holding perhaps even a more shocked expression than you at the language difference. He had of course been a graduate of the Akedemiya, a place in which learning many different languages was a must prior to graduation, yet you were there speaking in a language he had never remotely heard of. Coming to terms with this, he nodded slowly before continuing with his previous actions. Taking the bowl of medicine and a wooden spoon, he scooped it up and urged it towards you, inviting you to try it. You hesitated for a moment, looking from the spoon, and up to his gentle gaze before leaning forward to take a bite. He smiled and nodded satisfied with this. Once you had finished the medicine you felt yourself become drowsy, feeling yourself sway slightly as he took the back of your head to lean you back onto the bed. You were soon sleeping soundly once again, not noticing the slight look of worry that was still upon the fennecs features. 

Time had passed, your injuries were fully healed. Chalking it up to amnesia, Tighnari had decided to take care of you while you were in an unfamiliar place and unable to communicate where exactly you should have been. He started to teach you a bit about the language in teyvat by simply pointing to things and slowly emphasizing how they were said, and encouraging you to say certain phrases such as “I’m hungry” before giving you food. You were eager to learn, and he began to feel his heart beat slightly faster at every smile, every giggle, and every little phrase you had learned. He tried to convince himself that he had only felt the affection of a teacher for a student, but he couldn’t quite place why you felt different than when he had taught Collei new things. 

“By the way, (y/n),” Tighnari said while mixing up a new batch of herbs, “How old are you?” This sentence was a bit more complex, however, you could tell he had used your name (it had taken him some time to properly pronounce it, you had to emphasize the letters frequently and he had to be reminded multiple times how to properly pronounce it), and had some form of a question by the upward connotation he had used. You replied with a light hum and a tilt of your head. He leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, thinking about how to go about this question, before perking up and rushing outside. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking slightly puzzled at his sudden disappearance. He quickly returned with what looked like an arm full of small rocks, sitting on the ground before arranging them in a manner that was organized with lines of rocks. He then began to point to one rock at a time and say a word each time he pointed, which you could make out to be counting in his language, before pointing to himself once finishing counting the rocks he lay out. You were slightly confused until he did it again and pointed to himself more aggressively to try and get the point across.

“Ohhh! Your age? you’re asking me how old I am?” You asked, smiling brightly and giggling. You noticed his cheeks beam a light shade of pink as you did this, however, you didn’t pay too much attention to the meaning behind it as you started to count back the rocks he had placed in your own native language. 

“You’re (his age)? Huh. Well..” You began to rework the rocks to the number of your own age, to which he responded with a smile as he began to count...in YOUR language. He was attempting to repeat the same way you counted, however, he fell apart slightly after getting to the number seven. Your eyes widened, as you realized he hadn’t attempted to speak your language whatsoever since you came before. You stood up, jumping up and down out of joy and giggling slightly. “oh my goodness! Tighnari!” You beamed, running over to him and gently grabbing his hands and shaking them up and down with carefulness. Just another thing he noticed he liked about you, you respected the fact that he seemed to not enjoy loud noises, and always touched him with care and made sure to watch his mannerisms in order not to offend him. You were never too much for him, you had always respected his boundaries even when he could not explicitly state so. 

You tried to urge him to get up and move to the other side of the room, where on the wall lay a tapestry he had obtained for you that was covered in different flowers and animals. You then pointed to a butterfly that was sewn into the tapestry, looking at him with the pure excitement of learning and experiencing. He chuckled slightly, gaze looking down at you with pure affection before you both shared your way of saying words such as “butterfly” and “flower.” You were learning each other’s languages together, and he had felt a warm tingling in his heart with every smile, with everything you pointed to, with the way you had been quick to learn something new with an open mind and determination.

His feelings only grew from there, Only solidifying as time spent with you went on and you had taken the time and energy to learn all sorts of things, he had deeply admired the fact you paid close attention to him while he was speaking, even when you hadn’t fully understood the context of his words. He felt as if he could rant to you about anything and everything, no language barrier could break apart the feelings that began to harbor in his heart for the person that had stumbled upon his life and taken time to learn from him, about him, and look at the world with such...beauty, interest, and curiosity. Even though there were times of frustration when neither of you could figure out what was trying to be said, you always seemed to hold your head high and not falter, those moments of annoyance seeming to become fuel for your determination to work through the issues you had with a level head and motivate you to become better than you had been before. 

He hadn’t meant to confess so soon, however, the comment seemed to have come out nonchalantly. Even a scholar cannot help but make a fool of himself sometimes when it comes to falling in love, a feeling of which he had not fully convinced himself by the time he admitted it to you. You were helping him take his rounds in the forest, though he made it a point to avoid dangerous withering zones for your sake. He had noticed you stopped following next to him, instead, you had gotten distracted by a specific flower that lay on the ground next to a particularly large tree.

“Sumeru rose,” He said slowly, kneeling next to you. You nodded and looked at the flower with such gentleness, innocence, and love.

“Sumeru rose...I love it,” You said, petting the soft purple petals with your hand. He had heard you use this phrase often when talking about things that lit your face up with joy, such as food he had cooked you, little trinkets he had brought to you to learn from, certain words that you seemed to like...he didn’t need a translation to tell that you were using that phrase to express deep likeliness for something. in a moment of overwhelming love and affection, Tighnari picked up the flower from its stem to remove it from the ground it had to lay in before using his other hand to gently grasp your cheek and turn your gaze towards his own, tucking the purple bloom behind your ear and repeating your phrase,

“I love it.”

He had said this with such gentleness, a slight accent that you found adorable, and with the perfect amount of emotion and overwhelming endearment.  

Silence rang between the two of you, your face gradually growing a deep shade of red, standing up in a rush before quickening your pace. 

“Yes, oh look, a pretty butterfly!” You tried to take his attention off of yourself by pointing and excitingly ready to learn as usual, as if he hadn’t just confessed something which you were not even certain he meant. You hadn’t noticed that his gaze had not left you, yet you refused to look back and let him see how much you were red-faced and smiling right now. 

“L-let’s keep going! come on!” You told Tighnari, not bringing yourself to turn to look at him. 

“Ah-!” He stood up with an equal amount of panic, his face also turning a shade of red. He quickly caught up to you, “Are you okay?” He asked in his own language, you had indeed understood this phrase this time around after your time of studying with the forest ranger, however, your answer came out in a rush while trying to deflect the conversation.

Perhaps some more time will grant both of you to finally come to terms with the new idea of “love,” And you could learn to properly communicate this feeling one day in confidence with words, rather than uncertainty. 

#Tighnari #Tighnari X reader #Tighnari Genshin Impact #Genshin impact imagines #Genshinimpact fanfic #Tighnari fanfic #Tighnari Genshin X reader #Tighnari Gesnhin Impact X reader #Genshin impact X reader #Genshin X reader

[dustofthedailylife]

A Fennec Fox's Guide To Love

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Summary: Tighnari takes you on a promised trip to teach you about the botany of the forest. Little did you know that a lesson wasn't the only thing you'd be receiving today.

Pairing: Tighnari x Fennec Fox!Reader (gn!)

Tags: Fluff, SFW, kissing

A/N: → Read Part 1 here (this one can technically be read as a standalone as well though). I'm absolutely in love with this series and the idea of a fox reader so I hope you enjoy!

You stretched your limbs as soon as you stepped outside of the medical hut you'd been staying in. They were still a little sore from being bedridden for days and you still felt a little exhausted, but it was far from being as bad as it used to be. Also thanks to the Forest Watchers for taking great care of you. You didn't know what would've become of you if they hadn't picked you up back then.

But you've learned your lesson. No matter how hungry you were, don't eat random mushrooms in the rainforest. The chances are high that they'll be able to kill you.

Getting mushroom poisoning certainly hadn't been on your bucket list but you could tick that off nonetheless now.

You decided to take a look around the village, maybe get to know some people, and maybe also find Tighnari along the way, who had taken great care of you these past couple of days. 

As soon as you thought of him again butterflies made themselves known in your stomach by fluttering about wildly. Was it really possible to fall for someone in such a short time? Alas, it was probably just a stupid little fleeting crush that came into being because he had looked after you so sweetly, it would surely be gone again soon. Also, you shouldn’t try to get your hopes up too much. Although it didn't help that he was a fox just like you too, it wasn't something you see a lot and especially didn't expect to find in the rainforest; considering fennec foxes usually prefer to remain in the desert.

Tighnari had promised to show you around and teach you some things about the local botany as soon as you were fit enough to do so again. And you were certainly about to seize that opportunity and take him up on his offer. Also because it could likely mean that you get to spend some time with him alone and maybe would be able to get to know him better.

You flung your bag with your belongings over your shoulder and set out to look for Tighnari. Walking along the paths of the village you soon realized that you didn’t even know where to look for him. Coincidentally you ran into a lively green-haired girl, so you decided to ask her.

“Hey!”, you greeted her.

“Ohhhh, hi! You must be the patient Master Tighnari kept talking about. By the archons, you’re a fox, too, that’s so cool!”

You had no chance at getting a word in. She was babbling like a waterfall and at light speed and you simply didn’t have it in you to interrupt her so you just stood there giggling to yourself as your tail wagged from left to right.

“Collei! You need to let the people you talk to get a word in some time.”, a familiar voice from behind you scolded lightheartedly and interrupted the both of you.

“I’m sorry, Master Tighnari... I got a little, too excited.”, she responded with an awkward smile before rushing off somewhere and waving you goodbye.

You turned around and looked at Tighnari with your arms crossed and a sly smile on your lips.

“No need to be so strict with her, Master. Kids will be kids and… she’s cute!”, you giggled.

“I’m glad to see her happy and healthy again. Ever since her Eleazar was cured she has seemingly all the energy in the world.”

You absentmindedly looked in the direction where Collei had run off to. Mostly to distract yourself and calm yourself down, because the moment you had heard Tighnari’s voice your heart had threatened to jump straight out of your chest.

“So, looks like you’re fully back on your feet again?”, the very man you were trying to distract yourself from asked.

“Mh-hmm. And that’s mostly thanks to you.”, you smiled and perked your ears up which he mimicked. It’s lucky for him you missed how a soft blush spread across his cheeks and his own heart started to race in his chest.

“Say, uhm?”, he asked and scratched the back of his neck. “I’m actually free for the rest of the day so if you want to I can throw in the promised botany lesson?”

“Of course! I have nothing else to do anyway!”, you agreed.

“Great, I’ll pack a bag with a few things and will meet you at the Village entrance in a bit.”

About thirty minutes later you met up where you had agreed and set out for the forest. It was quite a long walk and you weren’t sure where you were headed but you trusted that Tighnari knew where he was leading you.

You stopped on several occasions where the local fauna offered an opportunity for him to explain something about it. You were attentively listening to him every time and taking notes in your notebook, as well as snapping some shots of the plants in question with your Kamera.

After half a day's walk, you came to realize once again that you simply weren’t cut out for the forest. You were so used to the dry heat of the desert and the terrain that the mugginess and muddiness of the rainforest were killing you. You were trying your hardest to hold back whining because you didn’t want to look bad in front of Tighnari. You simply had to suck it up. 

As soon as Tighnari stopped once more next to another plant and your ears, which had drooped lower and lower the more time had passed, betrayed how you really felt.

“Getting tired?”, Tighnari suddenly asked with a smirk as he turned around.

“I suppose so.”, you sighed.

“It’s alright, it’s getting dark soon anyway. I got a bit carried away so it’s best we stay the night in the forest and look for some shelter.”

You wanted to complain and moan since you already missed a comfortable bed just thinking about having to sleep on the ground but you suppressed the urge to do so. Also, you could use the opportunity to spend some alone time with Tighnari. That was a plus at least. You just prayed he didn’t find you annoying.

“Stay right here, I’m going to build us a shelter.”, he explained before he hurried off and skillfully put up a tent out of palm leaves and sticks, a fireplace, and several other things at light speed. In the meantime, you sat down on a patch of grass and worked on sketching some of the plants you found today into your sketchbook. What you learned today was sure to give you a headstart at the Akademiya once your semester officially started. You surely would be allowed to visit the Forets Rangers again here and there though, right? Just to check in on them and thank them for all the help, of course, totally not because you just wanted to have an excuse to see Tighnari.

“Quite remarkable notetaking! Your handwriting is very neat… you have an error there though. That plant does not induce hallucinations but nausea.”

You jumped as Tighnari suddenly appeared behind you and spoke right next to your ear. He was bowing over your shoulder and pointed at your sketchbook with a playful smirk. You quickly corrected the mistake prompting him to nod satisfactorily and reach his hand out in order to help you up again.

“The camp for the night is done, so we can go sit by the fire over there… might also be the best idea… because your tail is hanging in some burdocks.”, he teased and pointed behind you.

You turned around and pulled your tail forward only to find it tangled up and full of burr plants. You really hated the jungle and you had absolutely no idea how Tighnari willingly patrolled through here day in and day out. It was an absolute nightmare for your fur. 

You impatiently tried to pick out the little culprits of your misery with your fingers, but no matter how hard you tried you either pulled some hair out or managed to tangle the fur even more than it already was. You let out a frustrated whine and pushed your ears back angrily. Tighnari watched you in amusement for a while, not because he wanted to make fun of you but because he was reliving his past struggles in the jungle through you once more and could very much sympathize with them. And maybe because he had already found solutions for these struggles years ago and now he could present them to you and impress you.

“That won’t work.”, Tighnari remarked.

“No shit, Sherlock.”, you bit back. “How will I ever get them out again…”

“You shave your tail.”, he deadpanned before breaking into a burst of laughter as soon as he saw your eyes becoming as wide as saucers from the sheer shock his statement had caused.

“You can’t be serious!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”, he laughed as he wiped a tear out of the corner of his eye with the back of his hand. “Come with me, I have a brush specifically for these things.”

You followed him to the little encampment he built while you had obliviously planted your butt into the biggest assortment of burdocks in the entirety of Teyvat. You sat down on the splayed-out leaves next to the crackling fire and watched Tighnari rummage around in his bag. He pulled out a brush with thin iron bristles and scooted a little closer to you.

“May I?”, he asked and pointed to your tail. 

You never had anyone brush your fur before and the mere thought of it sent the blood rushing to your cheeks. You nodded and soon felt his warm hands brush over your fur which sent a shiver down your spine. He carefully brushed through your tail and untangled it with careful strokes and you had to admit that it actually felt quite nice. You closed your eyes, let your ears loosely hang down in relaxation, and enjoyed the new sensation.

“Does it feel nice?”, Tighnari chuckled.

You hummed and smiled with closed eyes. “I could get used to this.”

“Even if it requires you to sit on burdocks again?”

“Even if it requires me to sit on burdocks again!”, you giggled in agreement.

You opened your eyes again to look at him and your heartbeat immediately quickened as you were met with his gaze. He smiled back at you and it was as if his entire presence was filling the air. It has gone dark by now and the way the campfire lit his features and tinted the surroundings in a yellow hue made this moment feel so cozy and romantic that you could feel butterflies flutter about wildly in your stomach. Could it really be that you had developed a crush on the cheeky, handsome forest watcher who saved your life?

In order to prevent yourself from blushing you quickly grabbed the notebook you’d been scribbling into all day and flipped some of the pages. You pointed at your notes and the corresponding sketches of the plants and looked at Tighnari once more with curiosity.

“How do you know all this?”, you questioned.

Tighnari raised an eyebrow with a cheeky grin and you didn’t miss how his tail began to wag behind him lightly.

“I graduated from Amurta, remember? Oh… and I tried most of these plants myself.”

“What do you mean you tried them?”, you asked in disbelief.

“You heard me right. I eat them, take some notes… et cetera.”

The way he just casually explained and admitted to willingly consuming random plants to figure out if and what kind of effects they had on the body was baffling to you. And you didn’t know whether it was really stupid or smart. You threw your head back and let out a hearty laugh, dropping back into the grass next to him and looking up at him.

“Did you try the mushroom I managed to poison myself with?”, you inquired amusedly.

“Mhhhh… maybe. Just not the entire thing like you apparently did. I just tried a little bite because that thing basically already screams danger from the way it looks.”

“Pffft, okay I get it, I was stupid okay.”, you scoffed playfully which caused him to chuckle.

He let himself fall on his back next to you as well and looked at you over his shoulder. The green tuft of his hair swayed softly in the gentle evening breeze and you had to suppress the sudden urge to touch it.

“You gotta try something in order to know how to treat it… and in order to know what it feels like…”, he paused and deeply looked into your eyes before hesitantly speaking again.  “Actually… I think there is one thing that I don’t know what it feels like.”

“Hm? What is it?”

He suddenly inched closer to your face, cupping your cheek with his palm, and flicked his gaze to your lips. A faint rosy color tinted his cheeks and you could feel his breath fan over your lips and before you knew it you felt them tenderly being united with yours. You sucked in your breath from the sensation and your ears involuntarily flattened against your head in response. You could feel his tail brush along the inside of your leg and his ears, too, were pressed flat down against his head. Everything went so fast you didn’t have the time to properly grasp that this was really happening right now. At least you finally had your answer to your question earlier, it couldn’t just be that you had a crush on Tighnari, you definitely had a crush on him.

Your snaked your arms around his neck and gripped into the fabric of his shirt in order to ground yourself because you feared you were about to ascend any second if you didn’t. Everything around you seemed forgotten and all you could think about was the warmth of his soft lips against yours and the taste of your shared breaths. A comforting and tingly warmth started to bloom in your chest and your head started to spin. Tighnari smiled into the kiss as soon as he felt you pull him closer to you.

You didn’t know what heaven felt like but you had no doubts that this must be it.

“Do you need to take notes on those symptoms as well?”, you asked as soon as your lips parted again. You could still feel his breath ghost over your lips again and see the faint rose color that bloomed across his cheeks and he simply chuckled.

“I don’t… I already know a way to cure them.”

“Oh, really?”

He smiled smugly before leaning in to unite your lips once more. You guess you had your answer and you didn’t mind it one bit.

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[saradika]

STAR WARS - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

ANAKIN/VADER X F!READER

— Breathe Me In by @moonlight-prose

the jedi fell and darth vader rose to power, but there’s a secret he hides even from his own master.

— When Midnight Calls by @ladyxskywalker

anakin steps into the refresher, noticing how you left the door open for him, the steam filling the room inside from the misty hot water.

AXE WOVES X F!READER

— The Lady and the Merc by @flightlessangelwings

“The pleasure,” the leader took your hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it tenderly, “Is all mine,” he gave you a wink as you felt your skin burn under his touch, “And call me Axe Woves.”

BRASSO X F!READER

— Steadfast by @uwingdispatch

He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead before pulling back to look at you in that way only he could, with those bright eyes. “I think we should stay,” he said.

BOBA FETT X F!READER

— Be With Me by @imarvelatthestars

"It's late," he says.

— Boba Fett is in Love With You by @janghoefett

He’s known for some time now.

— Ex Libris by @daimyosprincess

There's much to be learned from the handsome professor Boba Fett, both about yourself and your pleasure.

— Kinktober Day Five: Virginity by @sinfulsalutations

You’ve never felt this small before.

— No Mercy by @daimyosprincess

Fennec Shand is many things, markswoman, assassin, the daimyo’s right hand, but merciful is not one of them. That's why she's the only one Boba Fett trusts to take care of you when he's away.

— Sound Asleep by @moodymisty

You swore you hadn’t had a nightmare since your childhood years; But even then, you couldn’t remember one like this.

— Small Favors by @daimyosprincess

The day Boba Fett called you a hellion, you were pretty certain it altered your brain chemistry.

— The App by @maybege

The App tells you who your perfect match is. But when Josh, your perfect-match-alpha, introduces you to his boss, you start to realise that the numbers are not always right.

DARTH MAUL X F!READER

— Dread by @bits-and-babs

a strange creature visits your dreams, promising to satiate a yearning body he heard call to him across the force. |  incubus!maul

— Serenity by @eloquentmoon

lord maul interrupts your nighttime stroll in the woods

ELIA KANE X F!READER

— Eat Your Young by @imarvelatthestars

It's the way she looks at you that does you in, the blatant hunger that glints in Elia's eyes, the knowledge that she always has you just within reach and that you'll always fall for her time and again. 

GALEN ERSO X READER

— I Didn't Know The Time by @ladyxskywalker

an unseasonable rain causes an unexpected shift in your new year’s plans, but, as it turns out, both of you wouldn’t have it any other way

GRAND ADMIRAL THRAWN X F!READER

— Amuse Bouche by @bits-and-babs

A state dinner leaves the Grand Admiral wanting far more than was offered.

— Show of Good Faith by @bits-and-babs

grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire.

KINO LOY X F!READER

— I Want You to Show Me Weak by @tarabyte3

You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

— Ownership of Mine by @amywritesthings

The Empire has integrated their prison systems, with you as one of the few women now incarcerated at Narkina 5. The unit manager takes you under his wing – but for reasons you didn’t anticipate.

OBI-WAN X F!READER

— Dust to Dust by @avarkriss

A generous gift bestowed upon a very pretty desert hermit

—Kinktober Day 5: Table Sex by @flightlessangelwings

“You wished to see me, Lord Kenobi?” you asked from the doorway to his office where you stood at attention.

— Serve My Worries Away by @friskynotebook

In which Obi-Wan gets in a fight with a printer and the printer wins.

— Sweetend Craving by @moonlight-prose

“he’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved.”

— What’s The Harm? by @obixwan

Quinlan set Obi-Wan up with a friend and now, Obi-Wan can’t help himself.

POE DAMERON X GN!READER

— Because You Left by @againstacecilia

“What happened? With us?” / “We just… Grew apart. That’s all.” / “No, I don’t think that’s it. Not entirely.”

THE CLONES X F!READER

— Better Than The Universe by @sinfulsalutations

Rex enjoys the mindlessly affection-filled morning he deserves

— Kinktober Day 15 by @samspenandsword

Overstimulation with Daddy Rebels!Rex

— Keep In The Heat by @sinfulsalutations

Wrecker is cold. His girl knows a solution

— Return To Sender by @keravnos-kori

halla has been alone for the past three years. as it turns out, relocating to coruscant and attending a prestigious university hasn’t been as glamorous as she originally expected - but when a new opportunity comes along for her to prove the republic’s injustices committed against clone troopers, she might get more than she bargained for when the power structure suddenly collapses and is replaced by something far more sinister…

— Strategies in Fliration by @floral-force

When you take a risk and join your friends for a night out, a handsome stranger sets his eyes on you. You boldly approach him and ask him what war tactics he has in his arsenal. | captain rex

— Sweet Thing by @starrylothcat

Wrecker has a crush on you, a local sweet shop owner. Will he find the courage to ask you out? 

— Some Rex and Relaxation by @daimyosprincess

After a hard week, Rex makes it his mission to see that you forget all about it.

— The Coffee Shop by @samspenandsword

You own a coffee house on Coruscant famed for its especially strong and rare brews. One day, you find yourself meeting the Marshal Commander for the Coruscant Guard.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

#fan fic recs #fic recs #please support these creators! #boba fett x reader #captain rex x reader #obi wan x reader #darth maul x reader

[writingforfun0714]

So I wanted to wait and let the new Bad Batch trailer sink in before posting about it.

Warnings: Spoilers, some thoughts/opinions will be critical

Alright so I don’t think it’s any secret that I don’t care for the Bad Batch. Even ignoring the horrible, incredibly RACIST clone model, the writing is mid/passable at best and not even watchable for me. Most of S1 and 2 combined is the typical ‘mission of the week’ type of story where only a few Empire-focused episodes stand out. There are also instances of ableism concerning Echo in particular (CF99 are also super dismissive of him in general—going along with that whole fucking ‘superiority over regs’ thing—seriously wtf).

Most episodes were very bland and predictable. S1 had no stakes despite its finale. By Mando/ST it’s clear that something has happened to Kamino. Didn’t really need to see a 2pt ep of the city getting wiped. Plus AZI should’ve been sacrificed. Even Ahsoka learns the lesson that you can’t save everyone in S1 when she disobeys Anakin and Admiral Yularen. TBB S2 had no character development from anyone besides a little bit for Omega (and Tech—but that was always speculated by fans since S1 and he’s dead now so it doesn’t really matter). A lot of the dialogue felt…basic. I think the only thing that TBB does well is the music. It’s really amazing and beautiful along with the smooth, crisp animation/scenery. Shame they ruined it with racist clone models, racist tones with the ‘reg’ dispute in both seasons, and being ableist and dismissive towards Echo.

Which brings me to the trailer. Oh boy. First, right off the bat I noticed how similar the trailer opening is compared to the S2 trailer. I do like that Phee is back. She did take time to grow on me but I do like her character and am curious to see where they will go with her.

It’s interesting we are seeing Crosshair back with the group so soon. Personally I do believe that is Crosshair and not just someone else wearing his armor like some think. I like the idea of Omega and Crosshair escaping early on but Omega gets recaptured/separated and taken back to Tantiss.

I’m interested in Hemlock and his backstory (is his gloved hand robotic?). I wish they’d create more interesting and unique characters like Phee and Fennec Shand instead of relying on cameos of established characters/fan-favorites like Ventress. I loved Dark Disciple and I thought it was a great ending for her.

I know it’s officially said that Ventress’ story will follow Dark Disciple but I don’t see how unless they retcon her death or pull a ‘somehow she survived’. Either way that sucks. Reminder!! DAVE FELONY DIDN’T EVEN FOLLOW REBELS FOR AHSOKA. SABINE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE IN REBELS. DAVE RETCONS THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYTHING. I have no faith that they will remain loyal to DD. Anything that will be ‘canon’ will be mid at best because even Crosshair’s arc has been messy (which is due to the weird S1 ‘reset’ the characters go through. Like they totally should’ve appreciated ‘regs’ by the end of TBB arc in TCW S7–there was no need for that awkward food fight scene in S1).

I hate that this show has to rely on cameos to get the viewing numbers. Here is a list of every character cameo we’ve seen so far:

—Rex*

—Tarkin*

—Palpatine*

—The Lawquane Family

—The Syndullas/Chopper

—Nala Se/Lama Su*

—Cad Bane

—Bail Organa

—Riyo Chuchi

—Gungi

—Gregor

—Wolffe

—Cody

—Scorch

—Saw Gerrera

—Martez Sisters

—Kanan/Depa*

—Muchi/Rancor from RotJ

—Taun We/Halle Burtoni

—Ventress

*I consider these important/relevant cameos and am not bothered by them like the others*

What a list right? I might even be missing one. These were just off the top of my head. Some are big players, others smaller and almost not-relevant to the plot. Not counting the one’s I asterisked, it’s 15 characters. There are original characters but a lot of them, especially in S1 felt like one off, not important characters. And I hate Cid so much—glad to see she was absent in the S3 trailer. I’m really starting to love Phee and I’ve always loved Fennec Shand, and Hemlock is definitely an intriguing villain and Emerie feels like a total mystery (though the reveal was not shocking due to the similar design and accent to Omega). Like why can’t they create more characters like these? The rest just feel forgettable. And it’s clear that characters like Saw, Gungi, Scorch, Cad Bane and even the Syndulla and Lawquane families just felt like fan service. The rest kind of make sense that they’d show up but it also feels a bit like fan service.

Moving on..

I know a lot of people think that new weird dark trooper at the 1:40 mark is Tech. While I’m inclined to agree as I think the ‘Winter Soldier’ story is an obvious choice to pick, I also think that Tech is dead. I’ve changed my mind and kind of hope that Tech isn’t brought back.

I hope this is someone new. I also wouldn’t mind if it was a bounty hunter we’ve seen before. Due to the frame and stature, I could almost think of Boba due to him being older than Omega but it’s definitely more likely to be Tech than either of these choices.

It’s interesting a lot of cameo characters from S2 do not make an appearance in the trailer. Bail, Riyo, Gungi, Gregor and Cody are all absent from the trailer. Trailers usually show action shots to avoid story spoilers, but with Gungi, Gregor, and Cody all being capable fighters, I’m surprised they didn’t appear (usually stuff with politics is a story spoiler).

Overall I’m skeptical of the trailer. I don’t like Ventress being alive/in TBB being a Dark Disciple lover. There’s a lot of mystery surrounding the story of S3 so I don’t feel like I can give an accurate take on that. I hate how Omega’s longer hair looks. Curly haired Omega is adorable!! The animation (everything but the clone model) is definitely getting better. However, based on how S2 was marketed as a ‘darker story compared to S1’ and was like 80% fetch quest I’m definitely skeptical.

Those of you that made it through this post, thank you for your time and I hope I gave you something to think about. If you wanna learn more about the racism and ableism portrayed in this show, check out @unwhitewashthebadbatch for more info.

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[burnwater13]

Fennec Shand and Boba Fett in the throne room of the Daimyo's palace near Mos Espa, on Tatooine addressing the Majordomo. (Mok Shaiz's Majordomo out of frame). Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 1, Stranger in a Strange Land. Calendar by DataWorks.

Grogu knew it didn’t seem likely. It was strange. He accepted that. Fennec Shand was his friend and he really liked her. She was sassy, strong, and an expert at a lot of things. She wasn’t afraid of his dad and she wasn’t actually afraid of the Daimyo either. That was impressive. Almost everywhere he went with his dad, people were afraid of Mandalorians to the extent of crossing the street, darting indoors, or simply turning around and walking away. It was impressive, if a little bit dramatic. 

If they should worry about anyone, they should worry about Fennec. She had excellent aim with any weapon you tossed her way, she could run down a fathier, and she could disappear at the click of a blaster activating. Then, much like Peli Motto, she seemed to know everyone and every little, itty, bitty, bit of gossip traded anywhere on Tatooine. That was impressive all by itself.

Of course he didn’t tell his dad about how he felt toward Fennec. Being her friend. He didn’t want Din Djarin to get jealous. The Mandalorian handled it poorly at best. Like the time he gave Peli a kiss on the cheek because she had the pit droids make him one of his favorite meals, flash fried gorg on a stick. Din had some harsh words for her, but Grogu had thought he shouldn’t have been so touchy about it. The Mandalorian argued that he was asking who told the pit droids they could use the N-1’s engines to do that flash frying (or roasting, technically speaking). How was Peli to supposed to know that she had to get special permission for crying out loud? Or that the engines of the N-1 could actually set the Mandalorian’s cape on fire? Din Djarin was being unfair.

That’s exactly why Grogu didn’t want his dad to get upset over all the projects he and Fennec took on. It he did, Grogu would see less of his friend and he really didn’t want that to happen. Other than his dad, the Daimyo, the Majordomo, Greef Karga, and Peli, Fennec was the only person he knew who told great bedtime stories. They all started, “The last time I was on Coruscant…” or “The last time I was on Corellia…” or “The last time I was on Chandrila…”. He loved that. It set the scene and knew he was going to hear a story about a thrilling chase, with some blaster fire and hand to hand combat, that always ended with Fennec collecting, protecting, or silencing, whoever had been on her list of problems to take care of. She was a great problem solver. And once the story was underway, she didn’t stop telling it until it was done. Not like his dad who would let him fall asleep half way through. If Grogu fell asleep, Fennec would tickle his feet and keep telling the story. She said she could leave a task of any sort half done.

That was part of the reason Grogu liked to hang out with her. He wanted to learn how to solve problems in different ways to make sure they weren’t left half done. Even now, he worried that Moff Gideon wasn’t really gone. The person who burned up on Mandalore was probably a clone. Sad for the clone certainly, but good for Moff Gideon mark one. Dank Farrik!

Now, with Fennec teaching him how to make sure that anything he started was completed, if he ever ended up crossing paths with any version of Moff Gideon, he’d be able to find and implement a method to permanently shut him down. Grogu couldn’t imagine that any version of the Moff would be kinder, gentler, and more thoughtful and considerate than the original and the original was bereft of all of those qualities. Jedi weren’t supposed to be vengeful, but Grogu was willing to make an exception for certain people. It seemed like the right thing to do.

Which was another thing that he appreciated about Fennec. She was very quick at discerning what was right and what was wrong. She didn’t slow herself down by ponding the moral or ethical implications of the work she undertook. If she didn’t think it was worth the risk or thought that the reward wasn’t rewarding enough, she just didn’t do it. You’d never find her cleaning out the rancor’s enclosure. Nope. Not her. 

His dad on the other hand, could be compelled to do some of the worst work just because the Creed demanded it, honor demanded it, or he’d made a promise to someone at some nebulous point in the distant past. That had gotten them both into a fair amount of trouble. Just look at what happened when the Mandalorian decided to prove to Bo-Katan and Armorer that Mandalore could still support life! It was a nightmare! You wouldn’t find Fennec getting caught up in stuff like that. Nope. Grogu respected that because he wished he could use that same technique to avoid cleaning his room. 

Grogu sighed and made his way to the throne room. He wanted to see what lesson he could learn from her.

“…he’d have fed you to his menagerie.”

Fennec’s words didn’t sound nice, but she delivered them in a strangely matter of fact manner that made the person standing in front of her begin to sweat.

“I promise you Administrator, I will send fresh frogs right over. I had no idea that freshness was a key quality for rancor feed.”

“I don’t feed them to a rancor. As if you would be that lucky. They are fed to a powerful Jedi and he likes them fresh.”

“Of course, of course, of course.” The person bowed as they spoke and when they reached the threshold of the room, they turned and ran out of the room as fast as they could.

Fennec turned from her perch on the Daimyo’s throne and smiled at Grogu.

“The things I do to keep you and the Daimyo happy, kid. Be glad that he likes you.”

Grogu returned her smile. He was glad that they both liked him, but perhaps he was a little, teeny, tiny bit more glad that Fennec liked him. Perhaps.  

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[cobbssecondbelt]

Dincember 2023 - Day 13: Family

Contrary to common belief, Din Djarin had not always been a lonely man.

His first family was one of colorful garments, frequent parties and many, many cousins. When their familial house was not filled with lively chatter, communal meals and dances to the chorus of guitars and voices from three generations, an aunt’s or a neighbor’s was. Not a single day would be spent in loneliness. Din didn’t have siblings, despite his parent’s best wishes, but lonely he was not, surrounded by too many cousins for his young self to remember them all. Then, they had to flee to the city, and from there, it was only the three of them. In the living room, his father played the guitar, or the violin, or the lute, alone. They ate dinner in the same room, just the three of them. Their ratty apartment never quite felt like home, but they got used to it. They had each other, and that was enough, until they didn’t.

His second family was one of dark visors, sleepless nights, and bruises. Mandalorians did not sing much, Din soon realized with disdain, and the way they danced was blunt, uninspired, made to hurt and not to heal. Children ate together, and the adults watched them, maybe missing the days when they too could share a meal. Eventually, Din discovered these people did laugh too, in close quarters and through vocoders. The man who had rescued him became the man who would raise him, meaning the rude boy sleeping on the top bunk became his brother, much against his will. They trained together, fought together, grieved together, and still, over the years, Din forgot Paz’s face.

His third family was strange.

It started with a green, wrinkled child. Din would never know what pushed him to take the kid (and give him up, and take him again). But then his path became their path, three-toed feet beside his weathered boots making their slow way together across the galaxy. They stumbled upon a wise Ugnaught, a runaway shock trooper, and nearly renounced the stars for the sweetness of a krill farming village and a kind eyed woman. Din wondered, from time to time, what life could have been like if he had stayed. How his body would have aged, freed from the weight of beskar. They did return over the years; one day, there was a new somebody in Omera’s house. He had curly brown hair and a hooked nose, and Din smiled to himself. Another day, and Winta was now a woman. Din for his part was grayer, which Omera would never know, and when she asked if he was happy, he had finally learned how to not overthink it before answering yes.

He met many people from many worlds over their journey. Many Mandalorians, non-Mandalorians in armor, and Mandalorians without armor. He met famous names he had never heard of. Fought for a planet he’d never walked on. Lost his faith, found it again, scarred and battered but still whole, only bearing a new shape. One night he hunted Fennec Shand across the desert, and many moons later, she came to him looking for a friend. Boba Fett vowed to protect Grogu, Din vowed to lay his life for his cause. Slightly overdramatic, looking back, but to his defense, the weeks leading to that event had been awful to say the least.

He lost Grogu. Retrieved him, just to give him away minutes later. Saw him from afar, months later, and felt him in arms the next day after way too long. Decided on this very moment that he would never leave him again, and he didn't.

He saw the marshal again. The memory of his breath against his neck was clear as day as he listened to him talk, the phantom touch of his fingers against his waist etched unto his very nerves while he watched them tap against the first drink of the three he would take that afternoon. Din would pay for them all.

He mourned the marshal. But he would return to Freetown one day, and be proven ridiculously wrong. A story Vanth would have the nerve to laugh about, years later, while they shared their ritual Benduday drink on their porch. At this point in time he had seen Din’s smile plenty of times already, but never grew bored of the way he rolled his eyes every time he recalled that story. Their own story was another adventure, patient and warm and well-earned. Boring, some might say, but it was theirs and theirs only to tell.

Din Djarin had had many families. Some loud, some not, one knit tight by blood and another pieced together one by one into the most singular patchwork. Din had the eyes of his mother and the nose of his father. He had the patience of his grandfather, the deftness of his aunt. He had the heart of a Vetinian, and the bravery of a Mandalorian. He developed confidence with Paz. He was taught perseverance by his buir. He learned many things he would have preferred not to from Xi’an. He discovered camaraderie, with Cara. He opened his mind, through Bo-Katan. Found his honor back, guided by Fett. Learned too much about Jawas because of Peli. Mustered the courage to love, for his marshal. He learned how to live again, thanks to that one green wrinkled child.

So, no, contrary to common belief, Din Djarin was not a lonely man.

#dincember 2023 #Hell yeah introspective fluff #not sure that actually qualifies as fluff but #whatever #din djarin #my works

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

Just out of curiosity, did you like season three?

I'll be honest babe, in my opinion, there were more negative aspects to season three than there were positive aspects, so overall I did not like it.

There were so many instances of lazy writing, plot holes, holes in SW and Mando lore in general, so many instances of Din being victimized or needing rescuing, almost as if he was never the intelligent, ruthless, cunning warrior and hunter from s1 and s2.

Not to mention, the flippant destruction of the darksaber in the end? The way Din so effortlessly gave it to Bo-Katan through some loophole, despite the lore being that it must be won in combat? We could have seen more of Din training with the dark saber and learning to master it, or at least a decent battle between him and Bo for the darksaber. More of the season could have been focused on his redemption as an apostate, more of his past life as a Mandalorian, more of his journey and struggles to be a Mandalorian once again. But all it took was one episode for him to bathe in the living waters and get reintegrated into the covert again.

There were so many cool directions they could have taken the season in, so many opportunities to fit in more Mando lore, more wholesome moments with Grogu, more instances to bring in other great characters from s1 and s2. I was really banking on Boba Fett, Fennec, and other characters coming in at the end to help Din and Grogu!

Don't get me wrong, I fucking love Bo-Katan, and her arc of redemption. I LOVED her in the animated clone wars series. But for her characters arc and personal strife, it should have happened in another show, or a different season - not taken over Din and Grogu's show.

I really feel like the writers fumbled the ball with season 3. Maybe they were at a loss for ideas with Pedro being tied up filming TLOU, maybe Filoni and Favreau's hands were tied with regards to the plot and storyline direction due to other influences (many are suspecting Kathleen Kennedy), or maybe they just wanted to do too much in one season, I don't know. I just felt shortchanged after the season ended, I wanted more for Din and Grogu. It did not have the same vibes as season 1 and 2 at all, that's how I feel :(

I appreciate this ask though, it feels hard to articulate my thoughts but I hope I've done a good job here.

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[officallunar]

Lost in tighnari

Summary: After getting lost in the enchanted forest, you meet a handsome fennec fox who offers to guide you out. As you embark on an adventure together, you find yourself drawn to him in ways you never thought possible.

Word Count: 1500-2000 words

Warnings: None

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You had always been fascinated by the legends of the forest, an enchanted forest filled with mythical creatures and magical treasures. So when you heard about a rare herb that could only be found deep in the heart of the forest, you knew you had to go and find it.

But as soon as you stepped into the forest, you realized you were in over your head. The trees were taller than you had imagined, their branches reaching up to the sky like fingers. The undergrowth was thick and tangled, making it hard to see where you were going. And worst of all, you had no idea which way was out.

You tried retracing your steps, but every path looked the same. You called out for help, but the only response was the rustling of leaves and the distant hooting of owls. Just when you were about to give up hope, you stumbled upon a clearing where a handsome fennec fox stood, studying you with curious eyes.

"Lost, are you?" he said with a smile, his voice melodic and soothing.

You couldn't help but feel drawn to him, despite the danger that lurked in the forest. As he offered to guide you out of the forest, you found yourself captivated by his charm and wit, and the two of you embarked on an adventure that would change your life forever.

Together, you traversed the treacherous terrain of the forest,encountering creatures both friendly and hostile along the way. The fennec fox, whose name you learned was tighnari, proved to be an excellent guide, using his knowledge of the forest to lead you through the safest paths and warn you of any dangers that lay ahead.

As you spent more time with tighnari, you found yourself growing more and more attracted to him. His sharp wit, his gentle touch, and his bravery in the face of danger all made him irresistible to you. You wondered if he felt the same way, or if it was just your imagination.

One night, as you sat around a campfire under a starry sky,tighnari turned to you and spoke. "You know," he said, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've never met anyone quite like you before. You're brave, resourceful, and kind. I feel like we've known each other for ages, even though we've only just met."

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you looked away, unsure of what to say. Tighnari chuckled softly and reached out to take your hand. "I don't want to rush things, of course," he said. "But I'd like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in that?"

You looked back at him, meeting his gaze. "I'd like that," you said, smiling.

From that moment on, your relationship with tighnari blossomed into something beautiful. You shared stories and secrets, laughed and cried together, and faced the challenges of the forest as a team. You knew that once you made it out of the forest, you would have to part ways, but for now, you were content to savor every moment with him.

And when the time finally came to leave the forest behind, you knew that you would carry a piece of tighnari with you forever.

#genshinimpact #genshinimpact x reader #tighnari x reader

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Ann stands up for herself

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Please know you are all special and lovely. Be kind to one another, it could save a life or bring a smile to someone's day.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: Insults, annoyance, clarifying one's stance, standing up for oneself, tension, teasing. I think that's about it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER THREE

As I slowly counted to ten, Din’s phrase repeated in my head, ‘You’re. Not. His. Mother’ it took me until I reached ten to finally feel I was calm enough to speak. 

I opened my eyes, focusing on him, not looking away as I moved closer. I learned over the past couple of weeks, he appreciated it when someone looked him in the eyes when addressing him. He believed a person who had nothing to hide wouldn’t be afraid to look someone in the eyes. He certainly did have a point. Everytime he spoke to me, he always did me the courtesy of looking me in the eyes. It made me feel respected. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Afterall, there were men in this world that made it their point to make me feel insecure and intimidated around them. Made it their aim for me to be scared in their presence.

Regardless of how grumpy he could be at times, Din wasn’t one of those men. After nearly spending a month with him and his son, I knew he’d never hurt me. Not intentionally, at least. 

I let out a breath, as I realized his statement or anger had less to do with me and more to do with whoever ticked him off at the parent-teacher conference. My grip on Grogu’s backpack loosened as my anger ebbed away.

However, Din needed to realize whatever was bothering him, had nothing to do with me.  I took Grogu’s seat in front of him at the table. 

“Let me explain something, Din. And, as you so kindly put it, I’m only going to say this once, so you better listen. First, I do not act like, nor do I think I’m his mother. I am only showing him love and kindness, I would with any child.” 

Din sat there and listened quietly as Ann called him out, he took a sip of his coffee, as she continued. “You also have to realize, a natural closeness will occur as Grogu and I spend more time together, but that does not mean I’m acting like his mother. Second, for your information, you prickly ass” I continued, “all I’m doing is not being a jerk towards him and treating him the way a little kid deserves to be treated; by learning what he likes and doesn’t like. I mean, why would I make Grogu something for lunch if he won’t eat it.”

 I placed Grogu’s backpack on the table, gently, “Third, don’t take your frustrations out on me. Simply because you’ve had a rough few days, and refused to listen to me, when I told you to sleep in this morning when you came home late. Dragging your sorry sack of bones into this house, like you were death warmed over.” I smirked at the look Din was giving me, “Don’t give me that look. You’re not as subtle as you think you are, I could clearly tell you were annoyed ever since the parent-teacher meeting.”

Din’s hand gripped his mug a little tighter, his knuckles turning white, “Relax, I don’t know what happened at your teacher-parent conference, and I don’t want to know. But, ever since you two came back that night, you’ve been prickly, miserable, and grumpy. I’m sorry you had to deal with whatever happened, but that has nothing to do with me. So instead of taking it out on me, I suggest you find the person you’re really mad at and talk to them.”

With each passing second, I kept hearing Fennec’s voice telling me to ‘Stand up for yourself.’

We both sat at the table, staring into each other’s eyes. Din didn’t say anything despite the fact, I gave him plenty of opportunities to respond. I rubbed my forehead, he looked exhausted, “Din, I told you last night. I have no problem getting Grogu ready for school, but you insisted on staying up, rather than resting and now look at you, ready to snap at anyone.” 

Din’s eyes narrowed, she was really pushing his buttons, “Listen, let’s get something straight, if I’m home, I always make sure he gets on the bus. And, this has nothing to do with the parent-teacher conference.”

My voice raised an octave, “Oh, really, then why make a point to say that I’m using Grogu to get close to you? Huh?” I tried not to laugh at the ridiculousness we were arguing about, “And let’s get something straight, who in their right mind is trying to get close to you? Because it certainly isn’t me.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, you … you …”

I waited for a few seconds, but there was no continuation to his sentence. His exhausted and sleep deprived brain clearly in need of sleep, “Alright, well when you come up with the rest of that sentence, make sure to mail it to someone who cares, you wanna be Burt Reynolds.”

“Keep this up Raggedy Ann, and you’re going to regret coming here.”

I smirked, as I raised my hands in surrender, “Fine.” I pushed Grogu’s backpack into his hands, “I’m sure he’ll love the fact his miserable, grumpy ass father will be there to see him off to school. Maybe afterwards, and I’m just spitballing here, you should actually go and rest.” 

I stood from my seat, rolling my eyes at him, “Once I finish cleaning up, in here, I’ll start cleaning the pens, just like you instructed in that handy-dandy little instruction booklet you left me; after all, that was on the agenda, right?” 

Din didn’t say much, simply nodded as his eyes locked with hers.

“Then once that’s done I’ll start working on lunch. I’ll leave something aside, for when you wake up. After all, wasn’t that the whole reason you hired me? To help you? Not just with the house, and animals, but with Grogu too?”

He didn’t respond, he just looked at me, as I mumbled ‘You miserable old goat.’

“Fine.” 

It was the only response he gave, as he stood from his seat, grabbing his son’s bag.

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[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

Part VI of Fate’s Epitaph, based on a shared lucid dream with @meshlaxbunny

IF YOU’RE HERE, YOU’LL WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S UNDER THE CUT.

For the first time in many months, she woke at sunrise. For the first time ever, she woke up in the arms of a man who would tear the whole planet apart to keep her safe. Boba Fett felt familiar, like the warmth of a campfire or the taste of fresh, clean water from her water skin. Like the slow jog of her dewback under saddle. Like the possibility of belonging somewhere, to someone.

She straddled his hips and laid her head back down onto his chest. He put his arms around her neck and kissed the top of her head. They remained like that, drifting in and out of sleep, until Boba’s comm beeped.

Normally Fennec Shand would not hesitate to walk in to Boba’s private chambers and wake him with intel from the previous night’s patrols or a plan for the day, but she didn’t want to intrude upon his privacy this morning. He’d brought that pretty little thing up to his bedroom after the banquet and whatever happened after that was none of her business, but it did make Fennec consider finding a pretty little thing of her own to keep her warm through the cool desert nights. Fennec thought about visiting the flirty little waitress at the open air cafe in the town center to see if maybe she’d want to give a night in the palace a try. Boba needed to show his face in town and scare some sense into mayor Mok Shaiz anyway.

“I’ll be down in an hour, Fennec,” Boba said into his comm. He maneuvered Lalya on to her back and kissed her forehead. He was hard, but restrained his desire. Hers was the lead he should follow in this regard, and she was content with affection that crossed the boundaries of propriety, but only just. He moved to settle his hips between her legs and allowed his erection, straining through his shorts, to rest on her belly. He kept his focus on her face, though, and spoke softly to her in Mando’a with his lips only a hair’s breath from hers. She blinked sleepily and smiled, burying her face where his wide, strong jaw met the muscles in his neck.

She spent the day with her dewback, first accompanying Boba Fett and Fennec Shand into town and then loping up Xelric Draw before heading back to the palace. A full day and night of rest made him fresh and he tossed his thick head and dug into the dirt for a few strides in a fantastic gallop on the way back to Boba Fett’s palace, which the dewback understood instinctively to be his new home. The ride gave her time to think. Was this what she wanted? Was she trading her freedom for another chain? It was, she decided, in both her and Boba’s best interests to have a frank conversation about what was happening between them. She had no designs on his power. Up until only a day ago, he was no more than a ghost from her painful past. He clearly did not intend for her to be his slave or concubine and she had no family worth marrying into. If anything, a publicly verifiable romantic relationship with a laborer and former slave would be seen as a weakness, but he seemed unconcerned to have her by his side in front of the three ruling families of Mos Espa. Her antennae were ever attuned to the possibility of exploitation, but she felt no sense of alarm at Boba Fett’s behavior towards her. He was like the clear blue pool of an oasis - transparent and serene.

To Fennec’s delight, though she’d never admit it, the waitress was serving coffee and batting her pretty eyes at customers. Boba cut his eyes at Fennec and smirked.

“You’re a dog, Fennec.”

“Learned from the best, boss.”

They took a seat at a small table under an old cloth awning and Fennec waived her waitress over.

“Daimyo, Mistress Shand. What can I get you today?”

Fennec made no attempt to disguise the way her eyes walked their way up and down the waitress’ figure.

“Let’s start with your name, sweetness.”

Tisila. Fennec liked the way the girl’s name felt in her mouth. Boba had never seen Fennec flirt and found the whole scenario deeply amusing. He would have teased her were he not utterly infatuated with his own little desert flower.

She was a natural flirt, but Tisila was quite obviously far more receptive to Fennec than any of her regular customers. She had not expected this kind of attention from Master Assassin Fennec Shand, the beautiful and terrifying woman who put the enemies of the Daimyo in their place or six feet under. What had she to offer someone like Fennec?

A nice hourglass figure, thick thighs, round cheeks (both upper and lower) and a bright smile - according to Fennec, who had once described her ideal woman to Boba after a few drinks. Now that she’d seen her up close and exchanged banter with her little waitress, Tisila, she was well and properly smitten.

“I can’t let you have all the fun,” she told Boba on the walk back up to the palace that evening.

@daimyosprincess

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[dizzygrizzlies]

3, 7? For the ask game

3) how did you realize you were otherkin? how long have you known?

I want to say we've known our entire life but that's not true..more like we've absolutely felt this way our entire life. like yes I was your average animal obsessed therian kid — but also, like. i remember pondering my past lives at age 5 in the mcdonalds drive thru with my mom hahaha. that's not to say I was correct at that age but that is how far back I remember!

i learned about it through a tumblr post i'm pretty sure. a very neutrally stanced one that was solely informative. I was like "HAHA!! that's so cringe.. I can't believe people believe that!!". i proceeded to become extremely anxious and in denial that entire week because i related so hard. i was like "w-well.. I'm not insane like those crazy therians... PAH!". 2 weeks later i was a self-identified otherkin

7) how do you view being otherkin? (i.e. spiritual beliefs, reincarnation/next life, pyschological related, etc.)

i will have to make a full post about my beliefs some other time but my belief in it is mostly within the scope of reincarnation. though being a DID system, I also kind of subscribe to phycological beliefs too now because there are animals in my brain that i absolutely was not in a past life. fennec is one i can think of.. she thrived in the hottest climate we'd ever been in and gets distressed and sleepy in the cold, hates swimming, only ever just wants to play in the sand and pick up bugs.. on top of some other vulpine instincts. but we didn't experience that at all until she had split

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[paz-djarin]

Family

Din and Paz’s life after he wakes up.

Rating: General Audience

Authors Note: Sorry for misspelling.

Paz has been relearning how to walk again. Din wants to stay beside Paz at all times. But the taller man encourages him to work for Boba Fett. The smaller man worries for Paz. What if Paz fell? What if Paz has another panic attack? So many questions ran through Din’s mind.

“Din, honey. I’ll be alright.” Paz reassured him for the 100th time, “the kids know what to do if something goes wrong.”

“But I promise to stay by your side no matter what.” Din said softly, almost in a sad tone.

Paz takes off Din’s helmet and kisses him, “Like I said everything will be alright.”

Din sighs heavily, “I-I-I…fine…just be safe and stay healthy.”

“You know I will.”

With that Din had taken a job from Boba Fett. He didn’t know how long he was going to be gone, but he would come back as fast as he could.

Paz made breakfast for the boys, they try to help. Grogu and Ragnar are covered in flour, Paz is trying so hard not to laugh about this. By the time they finished the kitchen was a big mess.

Both kids are scarfing down their food, Paz is watching them as he ate slowly. By the time they finished breakfast their was an even bigger mess.

Luckily Cobb is supposed to come over and help. Despite Paz reassuring Din he will be fine. There is a knock at the door, quickly Ragnar went to go get it.

“IT’S UNCLE COBB!!” Ragnar let’s out a happy yell hugging him.

Grogu leaps into the air and Cobb catches him, “Hey kids.” He chuckles, “Well I was sent here to help.”

“We need all the help we can get” Ragnar said “My dad is a handful and he made a mess in the kitchen.”

“Hey.” Paz said his voice going high pitch, “Last time I remember, I’m not covered in flour.”

At this Cobb couldn’t help, but to laugh.

The days that Din wasn’t there went surprisingly smooth. Paz didn’t fall or have his panic attacks. Fennec came by at a point and also helped. She would explain Din asked Boba, Cobb and her to look after Paz and the kids. Of course she wanted to take them to learn how to use guns. Of course Paz thought is was too soon for them to be using guns.

Boba Fett helped Paz with the cooking and lifting the heavy stuff. Because Din didn’t want Paz to lift heavy things. At this point Paz felt even more spoiled.

It was a few days, Din finally came back home. He nearly tackled Paz, out of pure happiness. Paz almost fell backwards, luckily he managed to position himself not fall back. Then Din apologized. Paz reassuring it’s fine, he miss that part of Din.

“Hey, Din.” He smiles picking him up hugging him.

“Hey your not supposed to be picking up heavy stuff Paz.” Din tells him.

“But your not heavy, you are light.” Paz smiles and takes Din helmet kissing him.

Both kids came running out with Cobb, yelling happily.

“It’s good to see you again, Mando.” Cobb said, “The job must have gone well.”

“Yeah, it well.” Din said, “I’m just happy to be home.”

“Don’t you have some paper work gotta fill out?” Paz asked Din.

“No. Not yet. I just want to spend a little more time with my family.” Din tells him.

“Well, I leave you 4 alone. You all have a bit of catching up to do.” Cobb tells them with a good-bye, he leaves them.

“I missed you guys.” Din said.

“We missed you too.” Paz replies.

Din continued to take missions from Boba Fett. It only took a year for Paz to get back on his feet and wanting to go with Din. Ragnar and Grogu both encouraged Din to take Paz, and they would be fine. They got, uncle Boba Fett, uncle Cobb Vanth and auntie Fennec Shand. So now both men are taking jobs from Boba Fett.

The family is now living their best life and not looking back, on what could have happened.

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[burnwater13]

Boba Fett riding a speeder bike with various Tuskens also riding them across Tatooine. From The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 2, The Tribes of Tatooine.

Grogu could listen to Daimyo Fett tell him stories all day long. He was a thorough and captivating storyteller. Whenever they were on Tatooine, Grogu demanded that his dad bring him to visit the Daimyo so he could get wheedle a new story from him. His dad always agreed, but he had been pretty plain about his jealousy.

“You shouldn’t bother the Daimyo, he’s a busy man.”

Which Grogu translated directly to meaning, ‘you don’t find my stories about discovering the best armor polish with that sort of rapt fascination. What’s he got that I don’t have?’ 

Funny stories. Scary stories. Adventure stories where everything goes wrong, but he still survives! They were great and interesting and deeply personal. And, they had absolutely nothing to do with who had the best deal on a tin of goop that Grogu got yelled at about every time he tried taste testing the stuff.

This time the Daimyo had been telling him the story about teaching the Tuskens how to ride speeder bikes and how they went after the people who were attacking their encampment. It was both a harrowing and a humorous story and Grogu thought that his dad could learn a lot about story telling if he just spent more time listening to the Daimyo and less time discussing the pro’s and con’s of various methods of sighting weapons. 

Sure. Grogu knew that was an area of expertise that the younger man felt very strongly about, but sheesh! Couldn’t he have that conversation when Grogu was sleeping?

“No. You never sleep when you’re here, kiddo. Your dad knows that. He also knows that the Daimyo really likes having such an attentive audience for his story telling. I usually take those moments to catch up on my sleep now, making you the best possible victim… uh … listener.” 

When Fennec explained that, Grogu was a bit put out. He did sleep when he was visiting with the Daimyo. He’d learned, the hard way, that Boba Fett couldn’t tell stories when he was resting in the bacta tank. And by hard way, he meant that he hit his head pretty hard against the tank walls when the Daimyo tried to tell him about the sarlacc pit. Then his dad had picked him up by his middle and Grogu had clunked against the tank again. All he got for his trouble was Mr. Crabby Pants snapping that he shouldn’t hide under the bacta tank if he didn’t want to be carried that way. 

“Now, listen kiddo, don’t get all ‘sad eyes’ at me. I’m sure your dad has stories just as fun and interesting as the Daimyo’s. Boba Fett can’t be the only Mandalorian who lead an interesting life. What about the time your dad was going after that guy from Crimson Dawn? He had to go all the way to Bracca to collect him. Put up quite a fight, I heard. You ever wonder why your dad’s original armor was in such rough shape? Well that trip is why.”

What?! Din Djarin had adventures like that and never bothered telling him about them?! That just wasn’t fair.

“Nope. It’s not fair. He’s been holding out on you kid. That’s just one example. You people don’t just hand a Mando a bunch of beskar so they can have armor fabricated. Nope. They got to fight for every scrap of beskar that goes into it. You should ask him about the time he had to go to the brothel on Cantonica to retrieve that old chest plate he had. I understand the some of the more adventurous folks had been using it as a sled, with fathiers dragging it up and down the beach.”

Wow! That sounded like fun. Grogu wasn’t surprised in the least that Din Djarin’s armor had more fun than the person wearing it. 

“Fennec! Don’t tell him that stuff. Din Djarin has proven himself to be very helpful to the people of Tatooine. We don’t want him to get all huffy and refuse to bring my bu’ad for visits. Then you would have to stay awake when I’m explaining how some action from the past could assist us in the future.”

Fennec had sighed at that, which made Grogu giggle. She didn’t sigh softly or grumble under her breath like his dad did. Nope. She sighed as if all the air had been let out of her pistons at once. 

“You gotta point, Boss. And no one wants to deal with a mopey Mando.  Come on kiddo, let’s go down and visit the Rancor. He misses you whenever you go off on your own adventures with your dad. You know, you should tell him all about it.”

“Good idea, Fennec. No one wants Din Djarin to mope around the place. Go on ad��ika. Have fun with the Rancor.” Boba Fett waved as Grogu left with Fennec, giggling as they walked out of the room at a quick pace. 

He was giggling because he had been pretty sure that Fennec was talking about the Daimyo being mopey and not his dad. Whatever. He was going to visit Ranky and he liked that as much as he enjoyed the Daimyo’s storytelling.

Maybe his dad could join him and they could both tell the Rancor stories about their adventures?

“Fennec!”

Uh oh! Boba Fett must have realized that Fennec had meant him. 

“Hey kid. You know the way. I’ll send your dad down to get you as soon as I take care of whatever cranky pants wants.”

Then she was gone so fast it was like she had disappeared. Grogu wanted her teach him how to do that. Specifically when his ‘cranky pants’ dad was bellowing his name. He was sure that would be a story worth telling Ranky. 

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[lovelessdagger]

Starlight - Chapter 40: After

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC

Rating: Mature

Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, Smut

WARNINGS: None.

Words: 1.4k

Summary:  Tatooine is the galaxy's own personal hell.

A/N: I suppose this can be considered the final chapter, it is in many respects. I've received many asks about the state of Lumina and Din's relationship, while this ending doesn't say much, I do believe it says everything. The epilogue is next, I am still trying to find the words. I hope I don't disappoint.

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Tatooine is the galaxy’s own personal hell. That much is evident. Emotions once indifferent are now set in carbonite stone. Tatooine is nothing but memory and misery; there is no repentance. Tatooine is a barren wasteland gone to the dogs, and the dogs have died.

Crossing over a sand dune, the Mandalorian leaves heavy prints to track. He walks east towards missing binary suns in the dead of night. 

He wonders about dawn and the possibilities of her unknown light. He cannot stand the sight of stars, finding them to only lead to hell.

Or Tatooine.

He makes way towards a defunct cantina in the distance, a lone figure with a backdrop of sky. It’s a small thing, run down, rotten. The doors open with rusted gears, making him slide in sideways when they freeze.

Tables remain unmoved, flooring worse for wear, half stripped. Some seating is tossed about, booths torn. Dust is visible, windows boarded shut.

At the seventh table lays a rifle leaned against the wood and an empty chair. He glances behind to the entrance.

He doesn’t remember it all being so much bigger than him.

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Tatooine’s horizon is the edge of the universe and Lumina is alone. The wind is chilling, dying blows signal the aftermath of a storm. She tugs her cloak tighter. Humming soft under her breath, her legs dangle off the cantina’s back roof.

She looks down, flicking a half burnt cigarette.

“You can’t die from this height.” A voice from behind.

“I know,” she replies over the wind. She turns her wrist. Soreness remains even after bacta. After the first time, Fennec said she was lucky it only sprained. Lumina still isn’t sure if she agrees.

She looks back at her guest, the Mandalorian tall and not so proud. “Care to join me?”

His steps are heavy, his boots drag along the cemented roof and grating piling of sand. He sits beside her without any real poise, swinging his own cape back.

“I can’t say I like what you’ve done with the place,” he says.

“Boba bought the building and shut it down. Was his first major purchase after gaining control of the territory. Won’t tell me what the plan is, but it seems positive.”

“Positive?”

“There’s a lot you can do in the middle of no where.”

He agrees. “There is… so why are you here?”

She shrugs. “Why are you?”

He gives no answer.

“You shouldn’t smoke,” Din says instead. “Bad for you.”

She takes a purposeful drag. “I want to give you something.” Lumina digs through the satchel on her left, rummaging past her saber hilt, a lightbulb, and a newly etched data pad. In her gloved hand she presents a large shard of emerald glass. “Here.”

“What is it?”

“Flip it over.”

He does just that, his hands cautious in touching hers and the object of question. Heavier than he suspected, Din turns the hoax gem. The front is an encased remnant bedrock chiseled with a distinct Mando’a inscription.

“Is it…”

“Real? Far as I can tell, yeah.” Lumina runs her index finger over the letters. “Do you know what it says?”

Din gives a half nod, not strong enough to be a statement of commitment, but severely lacking in denial. “It’s scripture,” he says eventually. “We learn of tales of the Mand’alors of past. The formation of the Creed, the strength of our planet, our people. This looks like part of the story of the Taung—the original Mandalorians, it was my favorite. They were forced away from their original home on Coruscant and found solace on Mandalore. This section, it tells of how they felt a calling to the world. Something they couldn’t explain.”

“Sounds like the Force,” Lumina says.

“Where did you get this?”

“Jawas,” she answers. “I went to Peli’s to return the ship I took. Total coincidence they were there too.” Her lips press together, she tosses the cigarette butt off the edge. “I wouldn’t have reached out but—well they’re your people, not mine. Mand’alor.”

Din nods again, though overall more sure. “Thank you.”

The issue of the helmet, the reveal, lingers in the air.

She asks, “Have you spoken to your people since—”

“No.”

“I see.”

“I know what they’ll say. I’ll be excommunicated… any credibility I have with the Darksaber will be gone.”

“Then you do want it?”

Din hesitates. “Bo-Katan—” he begins to say.

“Is a threat unrealized. That’s what Fennec says.” 

“What do you think?”

“That you should keep an eye on her. She’s hiding more than she lets on. The Darksaber is in your possession now. In a way, you are king. Be wise.”

“Even with this”—Din waves the glass—“there’s no telling if it’s habitable. And if it is, Mandalore hasn’t had a monarch since before I was a foundling.”

“Then they’ll have no expectations.”

“What if I don’t want this?” Din asks. “I’m hardly a mandalorian anymore. This may not be my path.”

“The Force connected you to that sword for a reason,” Lumina says. “You need to restore your faith.”

He snorts. “In the Force?”

“In yourself.”

After a beat Din says, “So what’s the real reason you called me?”

Lumina could choose to be astounded by his attunement to her, a superficial everlasting trait it seems. But on occasion, in the two weeks passed since their last meeting, his words have grown a habit of circling.

Knowing forever is quite the promise, but Din carries loyalty to his own demise with honor.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” she says. She lights another cigarette. “For good.”

His breathing stops, his hand tenses, his posture shifts. Lumina closes her eyes, inhaling deep through the Force. Her mind is too clouded, she wants to act rationally. She wants to be cordial. A diplomat. Express a gratitude for positive relations and nobility. Proclaim allegiance on behalf of Tatooine to all of Mandalore.

Or she could close up. Bid farewell and leave at that.

Neither feels correct.

“I can’t shake this feeling that there’s something out there,” Lumina says. “Something bigger than any of us realize. It’s more than the Empire. The things Gideon was doing to me… there’s a reason. He may have failed, but with my capture he proved his goals were possible. It’s only a matter of time until someone picks up where he left off. And when that comes, I don’t know how we’ll win.”

“You’re scared of another war,” Din says.

Lumina swallows, cringing at the lump in her throat. “Not just another war. Another clone war, only this time they’re all like me. I have to do what I can.”

The Mandalorian removes his helmet under the moonlight, placing it to the side. He takes a smoke from Lumina’s pack, waiting until she lights the drug to speak. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know yet. I’m cashing in a promise I’m owed, so wherever the Force takes me.”

He nods. “Will I ever see you again?”

Her head tips back, she looks into the night. The moons and stars are a fragile crystal setting. Wind blows the line out of view. “You’ll see me everywhere,” then, “I’ll see you too. I think it’s the will of the Force that we’re stuck together.”

She can barely hear his response, were she not herself she wouldn’t hear it at all. But it comes, a soft passing through his lips.

“Good.”

The moons reflect beautifully off Din’s armor, symbolic in a way. Bringing her glimmers of light at the universes edge. A performance of intangible wonder for her eyes only. She leans against his shoulder. He’s warm, despite it all.

His lips press against the top of her head.

“I love you,” Din mumbles into her scalp. Three little words finally said.

She smiles, halfway. “I know.” And then, “I love you too.”

Above their heads a white bird soars across the stars. It calls a song and Lumina looks away at her feet off the edge. A small ebony snake slithers along the roofing.

“Darasuum,” she says. “Right?”

His agreement is repetition. “Darasuum.”

Forever.

For the first time, Lumina thinks Tatooine may not be so bad after all. It isn’t great, few things are, but in the aftermath of apocalypse wastelands can still bloom.

Impossible life has been created before, it can again.

She is proof.

A wave of relief rushes through the planets wind. A renewal, in a way.

Life is separated into two eras.

Before: Living sustained on betrayals and manipulated promises. The Empire, the Sith, the Machine.

After: Her. After there are stars and orchids and auroras. There is rebirth. There is hope.

There is more than the legacy of Anakin Skywalker.

Lumina is sure of it.

This has all happened before. It was inevitable. Nothing has changed.

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Epilogue: Starlight

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Instinct - Part 7

Summary: Omegas were rare. Some even thought them extinct. So when Boba contacts Din saying he has a gift Din can’t refuse, the last thing he expects to find is an omega in need of an alpha. Din has to make the hard decision, but what else was he really doing anyways? But naturally, there’s more to this omega than meets the eye.

Pairing: Din Djarin x female!reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, torture, and trafficking; ABO dynamics, PTSD, anxiety, lots of talk of slave trade. Oh and ANGST

A/N: This one took forever. So much angst when all I want to write is fluff. Transitions are so hard. 

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“You’re sure this is what you want?” 

“Yes.” 

Your face is hard set as you stare in the mirror. Fennec had seen that look before on Boba’s face many times. There was no changing your mind. 

“You’re sure about going with him? You know he’ll keep his word.” 

Something passes over your face, something too fast for Fennec to really catch. “I have to know.” You say quietly, meeting Fennec’s gaze through the mirror. 

Something had changed in you. Perhaps it was just your new status as a mated omega as Boba had said. Fennec couldn’t truly understand the intricacies of this sort of relationship, as she would never experience that sort of thing herself. Even Boba was only going off the few things his father had taught him. The few things he’d learned about alphas, omegas, and their bonds. Even you had said there was only so much you can be told about it. Most of the learning came through experience. 

Maybe being mated was that big of an experience to entirely change someone. 

Or, perhaps as Fennec was starting to think, something had happened between you and Din that had led to this change, this development. You had given no details, aside from confirming Mando’s decision to comb the galaxy for those who had traded and sold you. 

It was your idea. 

Perhaps it was some need for closure, or a sense of safety. Maybe even revenge. 

“You’ll be gone for a while.” Fennec says, tying off the last braid. 

“I know.” You say. You lift your gaze to Fennec’s once more. “I have to do this.” 

Fennec puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I know. I won’t pretend I understand, but I know. Just don’t be too hard on him.” 

*****

“All those men, hunt them down and kill them.” 

Din slowly descends the steps to the throne room. He felt a bit like he was going to his death. He could be, depending on how well Boba reacted to this new development. 

You’re sitting on the edge of the dais, feet kicking back and forth. Boba stands when Din steps off the stairs, staring hard at him through his visor. 

“I’ve made him promise not to shoot you.” You say, keeping your gaze on the floor. 

“Doesn’t mean I won’t put a dent in that shiny head.” Boba says, tightening his grip on his Gaffi stick. 

“I wouldn’t blame you.” Din says. “I deserve it.” 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Boba asks him, slowly descending the steps from the throne. 

“I wasn’t.” Din says, keeping his gaze on you despite the approaching ex-bounty hunter. “I was afraid. After decades of being on my own, the idea of having someone close scared me.” 

“Then maybe you should have thought of that before you mated me.” You snap, finally turning a glare in his direction. “We can’t change that now.” You wave your hand, Boba pulling up a hologram. 

“This is a map I put together using the information the survivor gave me. At one point I considered doing this myself, but it’s far more complex than I anticipated, and eight years is a long time to try and backtrack.” 

“Wait...survivor?” Din asks. 

“The one we kept alive to question. He’s still alive, he’s in the cells below. I like to go down and scare the piss out of him every so often. Makes me feel better.” 

“Can I see him?” 

Boba nods. “Yes. Though, I doubt you’ll get much more out of him than I did. This map will get you started. After that, you’ll have to piece it together yourself. If you can somehow find the right people, you’ll be able to chart a path from here all the way back to Mandalore.”

Din stares at the hologram, following the short trail Boba had started to map. This was going to be hard. Eight years was a long time and knowing pirates and traders, they didn’t stick in places very long. He would try, though. For you. 

“I want to talk to the survivor.” Din says. “We’ll leave tomorrow.” 

****

“What are you going to do if you succeed?” Boba asks, walking alongside Din down to the hangar. 

“I don’t know.” Din says honestly. He hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. There was quite a lot between then and now. 

“If you manage to find a trail, you’ll end up near Mandalore.” Boba glances at the darksaber. “Will you stay there?” 

“Mandalore was destroyed.” Din says. 

“But there’s many planets in the system.” Boba counters. “I’m sure the survivors have set up on one of them.” 

“I don’t want to rule.” 

“You may find you don’t have much of a choice. I’m not sure those high and mighty Mandalorians will let you go so easily next time.” 

Din stops walking, staring at where you’re talking with Fennec at the bottom of the ramp of the Crest. “What happens after, if we’re successful, is up to her. Where she wants to be.” 

“You’re always welcome here.” Boba gives him a look before reaching out, striking the side of Din’s helmet with the tip of his Gaffi stick hard enough the sound rings through the hangar. Din stumbles just a little, hand moving to clutch at his helmet. “Unless you make another stupid decision. If I get one tearful com in the time you’re gone, you best find somewhere to hide because I will hunt you down.” 

Boba gives him another mean look before making his way over to you. 

“I told you not to hit him too hard.” You say, wrapping your arms around Boba, watching Din shake his head to get rid of the ringing in his ears. 

“I didn’t. Just a little love tap.” Boba pulls you close, holding you for just a moment. “Comm me regularly. Otherwise I might think something happened and come looking.” 

“I will.” You say. “We’ll be fine. I trust him.” 

Boba hums, wanting to voice his displeasure, but he knows deep down Din won’t let anything happen to you. Perhaps this excursion would be good for both of you. Perhaps in a place Din felt comfortable you could finally better understand each other. That, or you would shove him out the airlock in the middle of hyperspace. 

“Ready?” Din asks, not wanting to break up the moment, but you had to leave eventually. 

You hug Boba one last time, holding him tightly. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you’d never find peace unless the men who had hurt you got what they deserved. 

“Remember,” Boba says, cupping your cheek. “Trust your instincts.” 

You nod, squeezing his hand before following Din up the ramp. 

Boba and Fennec watch the Crest leave the hangar, both feeling a bit sad at the loss of their adopted pup. 

“She’s going to kill him before the end, isn’t she?” Fennec asks. 

Boba chuckles. “I wouldn’t be surprised.” 

******

You watch the blue of hyperspace pass them by. It’s quiet in the ship, only the hum of the engines breaking the silence. Din hasn’t said a word, hasn’t even looked at you since you’d taken off. You hate this. It’s your fault. 

“Din...” You say quietly. If the ship hadn’t been so quiet, he may not have heard you at all. He turns his seat slowly, coming to face you. “Where are we going?” 

“Nevarro.” He says, hitting the autopilot button. 

“Nevarro?” You frown. “Isn’t that a bit out of the way?” 

“Yes.” He answers. “But I have contacts there that can help us. We can’t do this just the two of us. I used to work for the Bounty Hunter’s Guild. If we can get bounties put on the names I have, it will make them easier to track down. I can have them look into other names, find out if there’s bounties on them already. There’s also a New Republic Marshal stationed there that I trust. She can check to see if any of them are already in prison, save us some time.” 

“Why would they help us?” 

“We’re talking about an illegal slave trade operating across the entire galaxy. If they did it to you, they’ve done it to others. They’re still doing it. If we can save just one other person by taking these traders out, then it’s worth it.” 

You feel tears well in your eyes. He was right. This wasn’t just about you wanting them dead. This was a well established operation. Beyond just hurting the men who had hurt you, they had to take these sick men out so they couldn’t do this to anyone else. There was also that constant threat in the back of your mind. If they found you once, they could find you again. 

You reach out, catching Mando’s hand before he can turn back to the controls. “Stop.” You grip his hand tightly, not caring if you hurt him. “Stop pulling away from me!” Tears slide down your cheeks, salty on your lips. “Stop it.” 

He had slept on the floor for two nights. You hated it. You hated the distance, but you hadn’t been brave enough to ask him, or to join him. He was pulling away because he thought that’s what you wanted, because you couldn’t convey to him what you wanted. 

“I need you.” You sob, tugging him hard enough to pull him from his seat. He catches himself before he falls completely on you, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I need you.” 

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. The scent of your distress is strong, seeping under his helmet. He hates himself for it. It was his fault. Maybe he shouldn’t have accepted. What would Boba have done then? Risk putting you back on suppressants? Try and track down another willing alpha? 

The thought makes his blood boil. 

Boba had asked him because he trusted him. It hadn’t even been a month yet and he had already messed everything up. 

“Don’t.” You whisper, clinging to him. “Don’t leave.” 

He pulls off his helmet, letting it drop on the floor next to him. You press your face against his neck, scenting him. Your cheeks are damp with tears, wetting his skin. He hates it, that you’re crying because of him. 

“I’m right here.” He says, leaning his head against yours. 

He slips his fingers under the collar of your shirt, seeking out your mark. He runs his fingertips over the scarred skin, feeling every ridge of his bite. You shudder in his arms, a quiet whimper leaving your lips. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” He shushes you, holding you well after his knees begin to ache from kneeling on the metal floor of the ship. 

******

He brushes a hand along your side, bumping the blaster tucked under your poncho. One of his vibroblades is tucked into your boot. It wasn’t really necessary, but the thought of you walking around unprotected made something twist inside him. He knows you’re safe, but he wasn’t about to take any risks. 

Din leads you down the ramp, your hand holding his tightly. He leads you towards the town, making his way through the streets. You look around, taking in everything. You only remembered being on two planets before. 

“It’s very bright.” You say, looking around at the bazaar. 

“It didn’t used to be this bright.” He says. “There was a Mandalorian covert stationed here for years. They were almost wiped out by Empire remnants a year ago.” 

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly. 

He squeezes your hand. “It’s okay. It’s part of the risk of taking the Creed. Part of the risk of revealing yourself.” 

Silence falls between them once more as they make their way through the streets. They approach a man and a woman standing in front of a building, both of them seeming to be waiting for them. 

“I thought that was your ship, Mando.” The man says, greeting Din. 

“It’s good to see you, even if it is a bit of a surprise.” The woman says, her eyes flitting to you. “Who’s this?” 

“Picking up more strays?” The man asks. 

“This is my wife.” Din says, glancing down at you. 

You stare up at him in surprise. It was an unusual title to hear, though it wasn’t entirely incorrect. Non-Mandalorians would classify your relationship as a marriage. Even to some Mandalorians they would be considered married in your mateship. It was probably the simplest way to explain without going into too much detail right away. 

“Wife?” The man asks, eyes widening in surprise. “That’s a story I have to hear.” 

“You will.” Din nods. “That's why we’re here.” 

*****

“I’ve heard of them before.” Cara says. “They’ve been around since before the Republic fell. This isn’t a small task.” 

“It’s one I have to do.” Din says. “I can’t let them get away with this.” 

“This isn’t some sort of personal vendetta, is it?” Karga asks, looking over the names. 

“Not entirely.” Din answers honestly. “It didn’t end with Kai. I know there’s more out there. Not just our kind. I have to stop this before any more women and children get hurt.” 

“This one.” Karga says, pointing at one of the names. “He was brought in on a bounty not too long ago.” 

“I can alert the New Republic about him. Get him a prison sentence.” Cara says. 

“No.” Din says. “I don’t want to risk them investigating and running into them.” 

“They won’t bother investigating, not right away.” Cara says. “Unless you can somehow prove this trade was somehow linked to the Empire, they won’t bother.” 

Something in the back of your mind flashes at Cara’s words. Your blood runs cold, body stiffening next to Din. Of course he notices, turning to face you. Your body has gone rigid, gaze distant. 

“Hey.” He says softly, running a hand over your hair. “You with me?” 

You blink, turning to look up at him. “Yeah.” 

“This isn’t related to the Empire, is it?” Cara asks, leaning her arms on the table, looking between you. 

“I...” You hesitate. “I don’t know.” You rub her forehead, screwing your eyes shut. It wasn’t a lie. What happened after you left Mandalore was part of that big blank place in your memory.  “I remember leaving Mandalore, I remember something pulling us in. Everything was so bright and then...nothing.” 

“The traders could have been waiting. They knew about the attack on Mandalore, they knew there would be ships trying to leave the planet. It would make it easy to intercept them, enslave your kind by taking them when they’re vulnerable.” Karga says. 

“That’s a possibility.” Cara says. “You need to be careful.” She addresses Din. “This could turn out to be bigger than expected.” 

“I know.” Din says. “That’s why I need your help.” 

Both of them stare at him for a moment before nodding. 

“We’ll do what we can.” Karga says. 

“But if you get any whiff that the Empire was involved in this, you need to consider backing off.” Cara says. 

“I know.” Din says. “I’d rather not get tangled up with remnants again.” 

*****

You’re quiet as you leave Nevarro. You had been quiet since you left Tatooine. He knows that’s not like you. He had seen you interact with others around Boba’s palace and with his employees. You had been confident, carefree enough to be a distraction. Sitting silently, hiding behind him, that wasn’t you. 

Din turns his seat to face you as the Crest shudders its way into hyperspace. “What’s going on?” He asks, looking you over. You didn’t seem sick or hurt. You weren't distressed. 

You turn your gaze from the transparisteel to him, meeting his gaze through his visor. “What?” 

“Something’s on your mind.” He says. “I want to know what it is.” 

You scoff, pulling your knees to your chest. “Sharing secrets now, are we?” 

He grabs your ankle, stopping you from turning away from him. “Look at me.” The words come out a little harshly, but it works. You turn back to face him, eyes wide. “I’ll never be able to apologize completely for what I did. I don’t expect you to forgive me. You asked me to stop pulling away. We’re supposed to be equals. How can we work on that if we’re not talking to each other?” 

He’s right, and you hate it. You wanted to be his equal, you wanted to share everything. Every thought, emotion, experience. You can’t do that if you’re hiding from him yourself. You let your eyes drop to where his hand is wrapped around your ankle. It’s not a harsh grip, but firm enough to let you know you weren't running your way out of this one. 

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” You confess. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. What if we start and find out it is bigger than we thought? What if we get in too deep?” 

“We don’t have to go after the entire trade.” He says, gently rubbing your ankle in a soothing motion. “I mostly said that to convince them to help. I’m only interested in the ones that hurt you. If things start to get too much, or you want to call it off and go back to Tatooine, we will.” He lets go of your ankle, leaning forward to cup your chin instead. “I would hunt down every last one of them if I could. Make them feel what you felt.” He shakes his head. “But it’s not just me I have to worry about anymore. As soon as you call it off, we’ll go home. We’ll build ourselves a life on Tatooine. Until then, I’ll hunt down every one of those bastards I can find and make sure they never do what they did to you again.” 

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