#fennec shand x female reader

[ghostofskywalker]

A Different Way of Life

Fennec Shand/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 9 of 31

Words: 1,395

Summary: A princess desperate to get away from the throne you're expected to inherit, you struck a deal with a passing bounty hunter. Originally all you want was to hide away somewhere, but you fall in love with both Fennec and the way she lives.

Flower and Meaning: tulip || royalty and a regal nature

Note: this is my october work for the @yearofcreation2023!

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Fennec Shand Masterlist

The bag on your shoulder was getting heavier by the second, and you glanced back anxiously at the doors of the palace, desperately hoping that no insomniac cook or servant decided to take a walk through the grounds and gardens.

Looking down at the chronometer on your wrist (that you had swiped from one of the guards), you tried not to freak out. It was three minutes past the time that had been agreed on to pick you up, and there was no one else out here but you. Did she think you wouldn’t have made good on your payment? Did she never intend to show up at all?

Every time you moved, the pouch of credits that rested against your skirt jingled slightly, and your anxiety grew more by the moment. If no one arrived tonight, you would be forced to follow the plan that had been laid out for you since birth, to assume the throne of your planet and spend the rest of your life as a decoration in the palace, someone with no real purpose or duties, expected to smile, wave and dance whenever the government or your family deemed it necessary.

Part of you felt bad for leaving, for abandoning the purpose you had been born for, but there was a clear lineage established and no threat that the throne would fall to dangerous people. You just couldn’t stomach spending the rest of your life as what was essentially a prized show horse, trotted out for special events and ignored the rest of the time. You wanted a life of adventure, and so you desperately sent out communications to people you had met at fancy events, people who you thought might be able to help. One of those people had put you in contact with a bounty hunter named Fennec Shand, who agreed to help you escape your fate.

You had just started to wonder how much longer you should stand out here and wait for something that might not happen when you heard the sound of a ship, and you watched as one descended onto the grassy field in front of you. Among the elation that flooded your brain at the prospect of not having been ignored, you hoped that the sound hadn’t woken anyone up.

The door of the ship opened with a hiss, and you quickly clambered inside, even though your outfit was proving to be slightly troublesome, as the ruffles of your skirt caught on the edge of the doorway. “You’ll definitely need some new clothes,” the woman piloting the ship said, a slight smile on her face as she waited for you to finish stumbling inside.

“That would be very much appreciated,” you said as the doors finally closed and the craft rose back up into the air. You had seen holo images of the woman who was going to be rescuing you before, you knew this was indeed Fennec. And after a few desperate thank yous to the bounty hunter for the important help she was contributing to your life, things had settled down and you were sitting next to her in the cockpit, staring at the blue streaks of hyperspace as they passed you by.

“So, where am I dropping you off?” Fennec’s voice cut into your thoughts, and you turned to look at her with surprise in your eyes.

“I-I don’t know.” For the first time in your life, you had complete control over how you lived, and it had just sunken in at that very moment. However, that freedom also came with the responsibility of keeping yourself alive, something you never really had to worry about before. “Can I just travel with you for a little while?”

It was completely silent for a few moments before you got a response. “I don’t know if the way I live will be that great of a fit for someone like you.”

She had a point there. You had lived most of your life in the lap of luxury, how would you be able to adjust to the ways of someone who cheated, killed, and stole for money? But at the same time, you had nothing lined up for after your escape, which you should have probably thought about before setting all this up in the first place. “I am gifted in negotiations, I can help you in certain situations if needed.”

She paused for a moment before responding. “I don’t exactly do much negotiating, princess.”

You brushed off the negative use of your title, and took a deep breath before you spoke. “I know it may seem useless, but I really don’t have anywhere else to go. I will find something for myself soon, but in the meantime I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive all alone in the galaxy.”

There was something in her eyes that you hoped was mercy, and you were nothing but thankful that you turned about to be right. “Alright,” she said softly. “You can stay with me until we find somewhere you want to be.”

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As it turned out, you took quite well to a life of adventure. Once you ditched your flouncy floor-length dresses for well-fitting pants, you realized that you were a natural at some of the things Fennec did on the daily basis. Your studies of political negotiation made you a shrewd bargainer, and never once did you fall for the oily smiles of the biggest criminals in the galaxy’s underground network.

Your physical combat abilities took a little more time to develop, and in no way were you as good as the woman you traveled with, but you could hold your own in a fight. The longer you spent on this ship with her, the more you dreaded her finally sitting you down and asking you to leave. There were a couple times where she mentioned something to you offhandedly about leaving, or jokingly said you were going to miss certain aspects of this life when you were gone.

But the truth was, you didn’t want to leave. You had gotten quite attached to Fennec, and you thought that the two of you got along well. Obviously she was not as forthcoming with her emotions as you were, given your vastly different backgrounds, but there was a glimmer of something in her eye that you hoped was the same thing you felt for her.

And one day, it seemed like that fear was going to pass when she sat down across from you in the restaurant she had just had a meeting in, a look in her eyes that you couldn’t quite read. “Can we talk?” she asked.

You nodded, trying not to make it seem like you were at all bothered by the question, when in reality you were mentally freaking out. But that didn’t really work that well, because you blurted out the thing that had been on your mind the most for the last few weeks, just as she responded to your gesture.

“I want to stay here.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

It took a moment for your brain to register her words. “Wait, what?” you asked.

A small smile crossed her face as she responded. “I think it’s time that we figured out what the future is going to look like, and I can tell that you’ve adjusted quite well to the life I live,” she said. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to leave, and if you want to stay you are more than welcome.”

“I do want to stay,” you said softly, a smile spreading across your face. “This galaxy is a lot bigger than I could have ever imagined, and I really like traveling with you.”

“Then it’s settled,” she said. “We’re officially partners.”

You nodded, and the two of you held up your drinks to clink them together before taking a sip. Partners. The word sounded nice as you thought about it. Maybe one day you would be able to tell her that you’d like to be partners in another sense of the word, but for you you were just happy you didn’t have to ever find anywhere else in the galaxy to stay.

You had the life of adventure that you’d always dreamed of right in front of you, and you never wanted to give it up.

- the end -

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[beelicious-and-fictitious]

Just The Girls Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for fictional female characters with not enough content to justify having their own masterlist. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

Some of the beautiful girls you’ll find here are Yelena Belova, Ava Starr, Selina Kyle, and others!

Reader Inserts

---MARVEL UNIVERSE---

Ava Starr (Hanna John-Kamen) from Ant-man And The Wasp 2018

Strawberry Soda | 1k words | there’s this gorgeous girl you keep seeing in your favorite mini-mart and it’s time to introduce yourself

No Touching | 1.7k words | follows Strawberry Soda; something strange happens during one of your ‘just friends’ movies dates

A Real Date | 1.8k words | follows No Touching; you and Ava try to go on a dinner date that doesn’t go according to plan

Old Stomping Ground | 1.6k words | follows A Real Date; showing Ava your favorite location in post-Chitauri invasion New York

Yelena Belova (Florence Pugh) from Black Widow 2020 & Hawkeye (tv show 2021)

The One Where She Got A Dog | 1.8k words | or how Yelena became a dog mom (thanks to you)

---DC Extended Universe---

Cat Woman (Selina Kyle) [link]

Mourning Black | 1.1k words | you don’t know it yet, but your seamstress days are at an end when an old hero stumbles upon you (link above)

Furs Thirst | 1k words | you’re just a henchwoman and she’s her own villain (link above)

Have A Seat, Dear | 1.3k words SMUT | you are jealous and insecure, especially ever since your girlfriend got a new ‘pet Bat’ (link above)

Day Twenty One: Candle Wax | 1.7k words | From Kinktober 2021: you and Selina are just two Gothamite girls doing your best to survive

---Star Wars/ Mandalorian---

Fennec Shand (Ming Na-Wen) from The Mandalorian/ The Book of Boba Fett

Day Twenty Four: Hunter/Prey | 1.8k words | From Kinktober 2021: a hefty bounty on your heads puts you right in Fennec’s sights

Koska Reeves (Sasha Banks) from The Mandalorian

Sunset Sapphires | 646 words | somebody approaches your favorite Mandalorian with a job and you decide to tag along for the adventure ***series on hiatus***

---Miscellaneous---

Day Twenty Six: Leather WITH OLEANDER HALE (Tessa Thompson) from Little Woods (2018) | 1.2k words | teasing your girlfriend Ollie with your Halloween outfit

That G-D Ring Of Yours WITH ROBYN BROOKS (Zoe Kravits) from Hulu’s High Fidelity (tv show 2019) | 2.5k words | you seek comfort over a devastating engagement event from your hot neighbor Robb

\\Return to Main Masterlist for more fics by yours truly//

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: First steps to friendship

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I hope everyone had a good week. I just want to put this out there as someone who works in the medical field, please be kind to doctors, nurses, technicians, receptions, and cleaning crews.

Just be kind in general. I had a rough week with a very rude patient. It might not seem like much but after a while it takes a toll. So to everyone and anyone who needs to hear this, thank you for all the hard work you do.

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: discussions of lunch, trying to avoid isolation, mentions of past trauma (blink and you'll miss it), discussions of being dirty (physically), possible mud (use your imagination). If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER NINE

As we watched Taika and Misty munching away, it made me remember we needed to eat too, “Din, what do you want for lunch? There’s some leftovers from last night’s dinner or I could make us a sandwich and salad …”

“You know…” he cut her off, realizing he needed to make more of an effort with her. 

Sure she was his employee, but he was also the only person she knew out here. Cobb and Fennec were always busy in town and the surrounding areas,  and Fennec had even less time than Cobb, being Boba’s right hand. Then there was Grogu, and as fun and enjoyable he was for a little kid, it wasn’t the same as having someone around her own age to hang out with. 

He nodded to himself, resolving he needed to do better, “You did a really good job today, Ann. Looking after Bessie, milking her, noticing there was something off about her. You could’ve easily brushed it off, or not even bothered to tell me about it. But you did, and because you did, I can tell you there will be a new addition to the ranch. Nerfs have a faster gestation than most quadrupeds. We should have a new addition in a month or two depending on if it’s a bull or calf. Not to mention you fed the nunas and collected the eggs, even though I know it freaks you out a little. I even noticed that you stamped the eggs with the date, and put them away. Cleaned out the pens as best you could … before I got here.” He smirked.

I tilted my head to look at him, resting my head on my arms that were propped on the railing of the corral. I didn’t say much, simply looking at him as I narrowed my eyes at Din, “I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me, or if you’re being genuine”

He chuckled, as he glanced over to her, shaking his head. “Genuine, I’m being genuine,” he turned back to look at Taika and Misty, “plus, I owe you for this morning.” 

I smirked, focusing back on the horses, “So … does this mean, I’ll get a pay bump?”

“Ha! No.” He stood stretching, “However, I do believe, your good work today, and for my …”

“Assery?”

“That’s not even a word.”

“Words aren’t words, until you start using them more often”

Din shook his head laughing, “Anyway, I do believe this entitles you to lunch on me. How about we go into town for lunch? I know a good restaurant.”

“Oh, um … yeah, I guess…”

He hadn’t expected that reaction, “Do you not want to?” Din glanced over to her.

A thousand scenarios ran through my mind, my biggest concern was bringing danger to this small town, but … Fennec went through a lot to cover my tracks so I could make it here. I couldn’t keep hiding on the ranch like I was. I needed to stop letting my ex dictate terms. I needed to start living again. 

I closed my eyes, and reminded myself, I wasn’t that same weak girl, he initially married.

 “No. No.” I focused on the landscape before, taking in the beautiful mountains, the crisp air. I was far away from him. “I’m up for going into town. After all, I need to see more of this area, get to know the town and people. As beautiful as this ranch is, I can’t exactly be holed up here forever.”

“No. You can’t” he smiled.

 I smirked, as my eyes glanced down, looking over my dirty outfit, “Maybe I should change? Take a shower at least?” My hand subconsciously went to my forehead and hair, wiping away some of the sweat and dirt.

Din shrugged, “You can if you want to but there’s no need, we’re going to a diner, not some fancy five-star high-end Coruscant restaurant. Plus this is a farming town, we’re all used to being a little dirty.”

“Hmmm … Well, I guess, if you’re going like that” I motioned to his shirt, “then I guess I can go like this” I motioned to my less than stellar outfit.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” He looked down, sure there was dirt, hay, dust, some grass strains, and something … he hoped but wasn’t entirely sure was mud. The more he thought about it, the more he changed his opinion, “You know, now that you mention it, maybe a change of shirt wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

I chuckled, nodding in agreement, as he tried to flick a nondescript dark matter off his shirt towards me. I squealed, flinching away from him, increasing the distance between us. “Hey …” I held up my finger as I moved further away, “I’ll have you know, I have enough of my own questionable dark matter on me, I don’t need to take on yours, too.” I shouted over to him, when I was far enough away and headed back into the house.  

Din watched as she headed back to the house, slipping off her boots before she went in. 

He stood in the open glancing over to the pens, the horses grazing, and Bessie chewing away as she stood there looking at him, and he couldn’t remember a time he felt this content from cleaning the pens and grooming Taika and Misty. He shook his head, pushing his thoughts aside as he headed into the house to change.

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[0celesteisthebest0]

I’ve been wanting to do this for a while but I haven’t had any time as a late so better late than never right! I got inspired by @saradika from the stardust reblog challenge she is doing at the moment. But instead of doing it monthly I decided to do a whole masterlist of the fics I’ve read since making this blog! I haven’t had a lot of time to read and comment lately so I hope this masterlist can show my appreciation!

Also this fic rec masterlist comes with a warning a majority of these works are 18+ please respect this warning and do not read this content if you are underage.

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—Aaron Hotchner—

Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity by @maybege​ 

Summary: As the newest addition to the BAU you have a hard time feeling confident in your new position – especially when you very attractive and very divorced boss keeps doubting. But when you finally get the chance to prove yourself, Aaron Hotchner’s opinion of you did not seem to be so bad in the first place. 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings/Tags: Older Man/Younger Woman, Boss/Employee Relationship, slow burn, yearning, canon-typical violence, canon divergence

—Benny Miller—

Benny miller headcanons part 1, part 2 and part 3 by @softanon​ 18+

Summary: A list of wonderful headcanons that get into the character of Benny miller from his childhood to military life. Dia goes into the complex relationship he has with Will and in relationships.

Warnings/Tags :  Mentions of violence and blood, language, mention of sex, Fem! reader Implied in part 3.

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Benny thots by @softanon

Summary:  Untitled semi-public sex with Benny Miller/fem!reader. 18+ only.

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You can do that on purpose part 1 and part 2 by @softanon​ 

Summary:  Benjamin Miller learns a curious fact about vaginal sex he was previously unaware of. Set about ten years before the movie. 

Warnings/tags :Benny/fem!reader, 18+. Sexual topic of conversation, swearing, friends with benefits, conversations about sexual health/birth control, swearing, mention of alcohol, vaginal sex (fingering and PIV), dirty talk.

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La primera fiesta by @marvelousmermaid

Pairing: Benny Miller x Latina!Reader

Summary: Benny is finally going to attend a family event with you and it makes you so nervous. He’s already met the important and immediate family sure but this is a cousin’s birthday party and Benny will stand out.

Warnings: food/eating mentions, comments toward male body (not technically negative. iykyk), overbearing Tìas!

—Boba Fett—

Arise, ascend by @zinzinina 18+

Summary:  They don’t tell you much when they take you to Boba Fett’s palace. Only that he needs a healer, and you happened to be the first one they’d found. You’ve heard his name whispered plenty of times, enough that you’re prepared to hate him; fight him; hurt him if necessary, despite your fear. You’re wrong.

Pairing:  Boba Fett x F!Reader

Warnings/tags: Apparent abduction, description of injuries, mention of canon-typical violence, slow burn, eventual smut, age difference.

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Midnight special  by @maybege​ 18+

Summary: After an exciting fling in a bar, you and Boba enter a secret relationship that mostly takes place in motels where you pay for the hour. But when your friend invites you to her family’s BBQ, you meet under drastically different circumstances.

Pairing: hot dad!Boba x fem!Reader

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Sick hcs by @saradika

Summary:  “What the bucketheads would do if you were feeling really sick, but you didn’t want to tell them?”

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Skinny dipping with Boba by @zinzinina​

 Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

Warnings: The tiniest bit of non-explicit nudity

—Din Djarin—

Seed pearls by @zinzinina

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Arranged marriage, mention of death, mild canon-typical violence, descriptions of abduction, unprotected PIV sex, contraceptive conversation, clothed male/unclothed female, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, inexperienced reader, aftercare.

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Sleepy sex  by @saradika

Pairing: Mand’alor Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: somno, oral (m and f receiving), established relationship (married), PiV, lots of fluff

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Sick hcs @saradika

Summary:  “What the bucketheads would do if you were feeling really sick, but you didn’t want to tell them?”

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Idyllic by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Din Djarin x (f) reader

Warnings: 18+, explicit, uhhh lots of praise and body worship, tons of fluffy smut, p in v sex

Summary: waking up with Din is best when you have nowhere to be.

—Ezra (Prospect)—

The mirror @littleferal

Rating: explicit. Warnings: anal sex, cockwarming, edging, ezra has his own tag, dirty talk, mirror sex, sex toy mention (nipple & clit clamps) but no actual use

Excerpt To say this isn’t what you imagined when you first found the mirror would only be half a lie. Oh you’d known Ezra would want to take you apart slowly, but you hadn’t thought it’d be like this.

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Trust by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x reader

Warnings: none, pining, fluff fluff fluff

Summary: the inherent intimacy of sharing space

—Fennec Shand—

Songbird by @writeforfandoms

Warnings: Some violence, nothing explicit. Very overwhelmed reader.

Pairing: Fennec Shand x GN! reader

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I’ll be your princess too by @tiffdawg

Pairing: Fennec Shand x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Rated: E  | Warnings: NSFW – explicit sexual content, Fennec gives the strap, cum as lube, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk. Open relationships; reader is also involved with Boba Fett. Mild language. 18+ only.

—Frankie ‘ Catfish’ Morales—

Sleep @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only!! sexual content (lots of grinding and kisses and dry humping, there are so many words and somehow no actual sex sorry about that), implications of PTSD/trauma, lots of cuddles and intimacy and fluff

Summary: sleeping with someone in a non-sexy way is as intimate as sleeping with them in a sexy way, at least for Francesco. You make him want both, despite the vulnerability

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Catch by @scribbledghost

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Reader (no y/n, gender neutral)

Warnings: none

Summary: Frankie finds a friend in the yard and wants to show you.

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Frankie thots @littleferal 18+

Summary : Frankie saying something that makes you laugh in surprise while you two are in the middle of it and he gasps, stilling in his movements before looking up at you in something akin to awe for a moment. 

Pairing : Frankie Morales x reader 

—Marcus Moreno—

thinking with Marcus by @ohheyitsokay​

Summary: Soulmate AU where you could hear fragments of what your soulmate is thinking of

Warnings: a little angst, brief mention of Marcus’ wife passing

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader

—Oberyn Martell—

The day she lost her heart @captainstormborn

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand

Warnings/Tags: Hurt no comfort, Major Character Death, Oneshot. 

—Paz Vizla—

A little piece of heaven by @maybege

Summary: Williamsdale hates people “like him” and Paz hates Williamsdale, so it’s a perfect fit. Content with living from day to day, Paz’s life takes a sharp turn when he meets you and he is reminded of the life he once dreamed of. But navigating a new relationship can be hard when there is an unplanned pregnancy that makes things even more unpredictable.

Pairing: biker!Paz Vizsla x teacher!fem!Reader

Rating: E(18+ only!) 

Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Biker AU, unplanned pregnancy,

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Tattoos with Paz by@ohheyitsokay

Summary: where your soulmate's name appears as a tattoo, with Paz

Pairing: Paz Vizla x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ description of piv sex, oral sex, fingering, rapidly falling in love

—Poe Dameron—

Red string with Poe by @ohheyitsokay

Summary:  Poe and red string of fate

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings/ Tags : death mention, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending

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Directions by @zinzinina

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Experience vs. inexperience, descriptions of sex-related anxiety and insecurity, praise kink, encouragement kink, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, overstimulation, implied cum eating. Anything you think I’ve forgotten that needs to be flagged, please let me know.

—Triple Frontier—

Poly frontier by @ohheyitsokay

Summary: A masterlist full of wonderful poly frontier fics! Contains a list of immersive stories that expand on the relationships between Will (Ironhead) Miller, Santiago (Pope) Garcia, Francisco (Catfish) Morales, Ben (Benny) Miller, and a female reader.

Warning: All works go under 18+, accept this warning!!

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Delayed gratification by @softanon

Summary: Sending the TF boys lewds/nudes while they’re busy

Warnings/Tags:  18+, gn!reader. Separate thots for Will, Santiago, Frankie, and Benny. Language and non-explicit allusions to naughty pics/audio sent to one’s lover. 

—Jack “Whiskey” Daniels—

Multitudes by @scribbledghost

Summary:  The Statesman techs have managed to create a window into another universe. A window that just so happens to appear in your kitchen. Before long, you and Whiskey both find yourselves developing feelings that appear to span across time and space itself. Multitudes chronicles the relationship of one smitten cowboy and his interstellar lover.

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x reader 

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Fragile normality by @scribbledghost

Summary: Just a few weeks after the events of Shadows, you finally go back into town to see what damage has been done. Over the next few weeks, you spend time trying to decide whether to reveal your Minotaur lover’s existence to your neighbors, and Jack wrestles with the emotional repercussions of what he did to keep you safe during the mimic creature invasion.

Pairing: Minotaur!Agent Whiskey x Reader

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Forgotten creatures by @scribbledghost

Pairing: Minotaur!Agent Whiskey x Reader 

Summary: While their patented AlphaGel treatment is still in development, one Agent Whiskey becomes its first human test subject. But goes terribly wrong, and he comes back from the dead as something not quite human - a modern Minotaur. Years after he’s abandoned in a Statesman basement, he becomes a myth, a legend no one seriously expects to exist. One day you venture inside his lair, urged on by your peers to see if you can find the “Statesman Monster”. What you find instead is something very different and distinctly human.

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Agent whiskey masterlist by @scribbledghost

Summary: I’ve read the majority of Ghosts Whiskey works and this masterlist right here is a comprehensive love letter in a way to a character the movie didn’t give props to! This masterlist is just beautiful and contains tons of whiskey works!

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Tennessee Waltz @softanon

Summary: Jack Daniels remembers dancing.

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Honeysuckle by @softanon

Warnings/Tags: Implied fem reader. Kissing and oral sex, a hint of overstimulation. 18+ only

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Sleeping habits by @littleferal

Summary: A list of sleeping headcanons regarding Agent Whiskey

Warnings/Tags: mention of anxiety, co-dependency and separation issues. mild angst

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Teasing by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x reader

Warnings/Tags: extremely mild implications of sex at some point, kissing and cuddles 

Summary: the power you hold over Jack Daniels lies in the fact that he adores you

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Just us by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x (f) reader

Warnings/Tags: discussion of not wanting children, brief mention of trauma (the accident), brief mentions of sex, generally sweet and cozy

Summary: Jack and you both grow into what you want (and don’t want?) for the future

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Letters of consent by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Jack Daniels x (f) reader

Warnings: 18+ , strong language, sex-pollen (but ✨consensual✨), p v sex, oral sex (f receiving), filth, elle not knowing how to write smut like a normal person

Summary: elle's therapist brain went off the rails again and this is what came of it. Jack needs someone to sign his papers and the only one he wants in a time of crisis is you.

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Singing with Whiskey by @ohheyitsokay

Summary: You can hear your soulmate sing.

Pairing: Whiskey x reader 

Warnings/Tags: brief mentions of trauma?

—Javier Peña—

Curriculum Vitea @tiffdawg

Summary: After leaving Colombia and retiring from the DEA, Javier Peña steps into a new role as a university professor. A woman with multiple degrees and more books than you can count, you meet Javier as you similarly struggle with the future of your career. Despite your odds, the two of you find something you need in each other during uncertain times.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (fem; no y/n)

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How Javi met… by @jedifarmerr

F!Reader (no y/n, no physical description, established backstory).

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: mostly set post-season 3. Slow burn, kinda enemies to friends to lovers, eventual smut, semi-accurate timeline - cannon compliant. language, drinking, smoking. Sexual situations. Age gap is ambiguous (Both reader & Javi’s age never explicitly stated).(individual warnings on each chapter)

Story is loosely based on Harry Met Sally 

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Pobreceito By @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader

Warnings: none, pining, yearning, enough fluff to fill a couch cushion

Summary: you hide that you know Spanish long enough to accidentally sort of hear Javi fall in love with you

—Will miller—

Will Miller headcanons part 1 @softanon

Summary:  Headcanons of Will and his childhood

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Patience @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Will (Ironhead) Miller x (f)reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, explicit, edging, piv sex, oral (m receiving) gosh. just a lot of fluffy filth. I'm not even sorry, but let me know if I should add anything

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Touching and tattoos with Will by @ohheyitsokay​

 Summary: A soulmate AU with Will. Knowing your soulmate when you touch. Tattoos blossom where you touch your soulmate for the first time. 

Pairing: Will Miller x reader

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[twistnet]

all around you [ fennec shand ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 27 [ sensory deprivation ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ blindfolds, strap-ons, slight mention of exhibitionism, throne sex, riding, nipple play, cum ] + mature language

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you weren't entirely sure what had gotten you into this situation -- although, you weren’t complaining at the turn of events and where you had found yourself currently.

fennec had been busy the past few weeks. all things considering as she was currently under the employment of boba feet, who was trying to make a new name for himself following his recent reemergence into the world of the living. 

needless to say, you had found yourself searching for her company most days and had never found that the nights were long enough. especially seeing as the two of you slept more than you spoke.

so, you had taken the task of getting fennec to spend time with you. regardless of whatever she had going on that was must likely more important than whatever you were trying to get her to do with you. which is how you found yourself later one day naked, covered in nothing but a blindfold, and spired on fennec’s cock.

she had brought you into the throne room, perched herself atop the platform before patting her thigh. though you had only moved to straddle her lap after she had promised that no one but the two of you were in the palace at the moment.

your hands gripped at the stone backing of the throne, using it as leverage to impale yourself on fennec’s cock as best as you could, attempting to keep a steady rhythm as you worked yourself closer and closer to your orgasm.

and you had only paused a second, shifting to get a better footing when fennec had lightly tapped you on the ass.

“keep going, sweet girl. you’re the one doing all the work, remember?” fennec quickly reminds you, and although you aren’t able to see it, you can tell by the tone in her voice that she means business. after all, you were the one who wanted her attention. now, you had to play by her rules if you were going to get what you wanted.

you nodded softly, moaning as you picked back up your pace. grinding your hips down and letting the head of her cock drag against your sweet spot with each thrust. you mewl, head dropping back as your hands gently spread yourself a little further, allowing you to take more of fennec’s cock.

the woman in front of you smiles, watching you with rapt interest as you slowly fall apart atop her. and only for a moment, she catches the sight of someone lingering in the shadows -- she knows exactly who it is, but doesn’t say a work as you continue to work yourself closer to the edge. for now, she lets the person in the shadows watch and amuse themselves. knowing they won’t ever be able to have you in this exact position.

and to make a show, she leans forward. teeth scraping against the curve of your breast, tugging your taunt nipple between her lips before giving a harsh suck. you whine out, nails biting into the stone as your hips jerk at a faster pace, already on the cusp of coming.

just as he teeth show the same attention to the other, you come hard around her cock. whimpering before falling limp against her chest as she coos at you softly.

the person in the shadows has already moved on, and after she checks, she pulls the blindfold from your eyes, letting you adjust to the onslaught of light that poured in from the skylight above.

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Firebrand

Writers’ Iron Chef #7 

A/N:  Thank you so much to @littleferal for putting together this prompt challenge! This one absolutely smacked me in the face and screamed Din Djarin. It’s been a while since I wrote anything for him, so it took me a minute to shake the rust off, but this one was A LOT of fun, so I hope you enjoy it! (Even if Din is absent for most of it. Oops.) This is the same Din x Female Reader pairing from this one shot - but it’s a look way back at their earliest days of working together. When they both would rather not. 

Word Count: 1,360 

Warnings: Mild language, violence - just star wars canon typical pew pew stuff. Lots of snark. 

Summary: You enjoy working for Boba Fett as he rebuilds Tatooine into something more than the desert wasteland the Hutts left in their wake, never questioning when he asks you to carry out a task... until that task requires you to work with someone outside of his employ - someone you have an unfriendly history with. 

Prompt:  They had to work together so they were going to have to learn to get along / “You’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine.”

You let out a frustrated huff as you paced the middle of the room, pausing in front of the stairway where Fennec was sitting on the third step. “He’s late.”

She extended one leg in front of her, the other bent so that she could use her knee to rest her forearm on. With a smirk, her eyes lifted from the small blade that she was sharpening to peer at you through the strands of raven-dark hair that fell in her face. “Someone’s eager for a reunion.” 

That made you scoff, crossing your arms in front of yourself as you continued your back and forth motion across the grate in the center of the throne room, the Rancor snoring peacefully beneath you. Absolutely not. “I just want to get this job over with.” You kicked the toe of your boot against the edge of the metal where it met the stone floor. And I can’t do that until he gets here, so… “I thought you said he was reliable? He can’t even be on time for-” 

A gruff laugh cut through the rest of your grumbling, and you turned in the direction of the sound to catch a look of amusement on Boba’s face. “Easy, firebrand, he’ll be here. He gave me his word.” You dropped your arms back to your sides as your boss raised an eyebrow at you, tilting his chin down as he spoke. “Cut him some slack, it’s a long slog here from Mandalore.” 

“He didn’t cut me any slack on Rodia,” you mumbled, still bitter about the last run in with the Mandalorian that you had. “He stole that bounty from me, and-” 

“Djarin told us that the bounty on Rodia was his to collect,” Boba asserted, leaning forward in his elevated seat. “Something to do with the scum aiding Imperial holdouts who threatened his clan.” 

“You only heard his point of view,” you reminded your employer. “You never asked for mine.” 

That was met with another laugh. “Because I know what you would have said.” He raised his hands from where they sat on his knees, palms towards the vaulted ceiling. “Would have said that he was a karking bantha shit for taking money out of your pocket.” You fumed silently, spinning on the ball of your foot to complete another pass across the room. That’s not too far off, actually. Top lip curling in a snarl that was more annoyance for being so easily pin pointed than it was out of anger, you rolled your eyes at the wall as Boba went on. “As though your pockets haven’t been plenty full since coming to work for me.” 

He had you there. Since accepting the offer to become one of Fett’s enforcers on Tatooine, you wanted for absolutely nothing. No one did, not under his rule, but the man had taken a liking to you, admiring your brash fearlessness as well as your candidness, doling out the nickname Firebrand only a few short weeks after you came under his employ. Just as quickly, you became his go to for jobs and dealings that either he or Fennec could not see to directly. That meant that he trusted you - which was rare - and as such you were well paid for your loyalty and dedication.

The fact that you still sought out bounties from time to time was more of a hobby for you than a necessity, a way to fill the time when Boba didn't have need of your skills. You weren’t a guild member - you never were, the requirements a little too strict for your record - but you were always able to scrounge pucks in certain scug holes here and there, and the Rodian bounty had been one of them. You sighed. “Yeah, well… I could always make my pockets deeper.” 

That earned you another laugh from both Boba and the woman perched on the steps as the latter of the two stood and sheathed her knife. “A girl after my own heart, this one.” She cocked her head towards the top of the staircase, her long braid falling over her shoulder and down her spine as she spoke. “I think I just heard his speeder pull up. I'll escort him in.” Boba nodded, and then Fennec turned her attention on you. “Give him a chance. First time I met him, he was trying to turn me in to the Guild and I was trying to turn him into a rust heap in the desert, and now, dare I say he’s a friend.” She smirked. “A little stolen bounty is surely easier to overlook than all that.” 

Without waiting for you to respond, she vanished up the steps to meet the Mandalorian. Maybe she’s right. Maybe he’s not that- 

“You know I wouldn’t be sending you out on this mission with Djarin if I didn’t trust him just as much as I trust you and Fennec or Krrsantan.” When Boba spoke it wasn’t a question, it was a simply put statement, all the teasing gone from his tone. You sighed again and walked over to where he sat wide-legged on the carved throne, and plopped heavily down on the platform’s edge. Yeah, I know. “You’re going to have to put the grudge about the Rodian aside if you two are going to pull this off, Firebrand. And I need you to pull it off.” 

You scoffed. “I know. It… I just… He-” 

“You.” 

The hair at the nape of your neck bristled as you swiveled in the direction of the deep, modulated voice to see the Mandalorian’s broad frame filling most of the archway where he stood next to Fennec, the black slit of his visor trained sharply on you. Just as the last time you saw him, he was completely covered in beskar armor from his head to his shins, the metal shiny and chromatic in comparison to Boba’s dented and painted plates. A bandolier full of charges crossed his chest and a blaster hung from a holster at his waist next to a few thermal detonators that were clipped to his belt, and like your boss, he had a jetpack attached to his back. But unlike the last time you crossed paths with him, you noticed a new addition to his belt - a strange weapon that looked like the hilt of a sword missing its blade. I wonder what that is. 

You shook the curiosity from your mind though, deciding you’d have time to ask him about it later since the two of you would be stuck together for the duration of the job Boba required you to do. Instead, you stood and greeted him with a sarcastic grin. “Me, Mando.” 

His helmet shifted just a few degrees in Fett’s direction as he descended the last of the steps. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Boba nod and then the Mandalorian was looking at you again. “The last time I saw you, you tried to shoot me with your blaster and steal my bounty.” 

You clicked your tongue and shook your head. “No, the last time you saw me I did shoot you with my blaster.” Using one hand, you gestured to his cuirass and the elongated diamond in the middle of it. “But your armor got in my way.” Hands perched on your hips, you addressed the second part of his accusation. “And for the last time, I had the puck. It was my bounty.” 

“Well this is going well,” Fennec chimed in from behind the Mandalorian, one of her slender hands clapping him on his pauldron-clad shoulder. Her other hand found its way to your shoulder and she looked between the two of you and then over at Boba. “You sure about this, boss? These two seem about as ready to kill each other as they are to go after the spice runners.” 

“As sure as my name is Boba Fett,” he responded, standing to finally greet the Mandalorian by clasping his hand firmly. “Now.” He dropped the other man’s hand and indicated the holo table on the other side of the room. “Shall we discuss strategy?” 

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[thefrogdalorian]

The Best of Both Worlds - Chapter Six

Din Djarin x Female Reader Modern!AU

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Word Count: 7105 Rating: General Summary: Din returns to the set of The Mandalorian to begin filming a new season. Despite his experience and capability, he finds that he struggles to focus as his thoughts remain firmly fixed on a certain someone... Content Warnings: None! Author's Note:  Nice to meet a few more Mando characters in this chapter. Din has a cruuuuuuuuush. Also, I love writing Peli and Din's relationship in any universe. Thanks for all the comments and love you're showing to this baby so far, it means the world! Huge thanks also to the wonderful @suresnips for being my beta! ♡

6. With A Little Help From My Friends [Din's POV]

For the first few weeks while the third season of The Mandalorian had been in pre-production, things were a little haphazard in terms of personnel that were present in the studios – known as The Volume – where the show was filmed. Din appreciated the sparsely populated studios. After all, less people meant less opportunities for someone to scrutinise his identity. Although Peli Motto, the person he was closest to on the cast, had been present and the two had hung out in Din’s trailer plenty of times, there had been markedly fewer people than usual wandering around the studios. 

Now, however, it was Monday morning and the first week of filming was set to begin. That brought more people to The Volume. A lot more. 

Din considered that he should have been used to it by now. It was, after all, the third season of the show. So far, his identity had successfully remained the closely guarded secret that he wanted it to be. Much of that was thanks to the showrunners, Jim and Dale. They were, after all, the only people present at The Volume at any given moment who had any idea of Din’s identity. That was a thought that both comforted him and made him nervous.

It was reassuring to know how closely they had guarded Din’s secret and abided by his wishes. Of course, some of that was motivated by the legal trouble they could become embroiled in should they ever reveal Din’s identity without his consent. But Din often thought fondly of how understanding the two men were throughout the sordid process of negotiating the contract with Disney. Jim and Dale had both pushed for Din to be The Mandalorian, insisting that, for them, there would be no second choice. It was Din or nothing. 

Disney's eventual decision to accept the anonymity clause had been mostly motivated by how much Jim and Dale had stood by Din during discussions and how much they had wanted him as Mando in the first place. It was a debt that Din knew he could never truly repay to the two men who had flown in from Los Angeles over the weekend, ready for production to properly get underway. Din was looking forward to catching up with the two of them, who always made an effort to check in with him and inquire about how he and Grogu were adapting to life in a new country. Indeed, it was the two of them who had put Din in contact with a woman called Fennec Shand, who worked for the production company. It was her job to make sure Din and Grogu were sufficiently settled. Fennec often organised excursions, including the tour Din had enjoyed with Grogu at the British Museum on Friday night.

It was that very tour which Din had spent the majority of his weekend thinking about rather than mentally preparing for the intense filming schedule which lay ahead of him. Din was unsure whether he believed in fate, or destiny. But surely encountering her again, the girl who he had felt instantly drawn to after her eloquent speech in his defence at ForceCon, had not been a coincidence. As he stood there in the crowded hall, watching her disappear into the crowd, Din had wished against all probabilities that he could just see her again, one more time. Lo and behold, a few days later, there she was. Din did more than see her again. This time, he was free to interact with her without the confines of his armour and helmet. He marvelled as she shared her knowledge, expertise and showed an incredible amount of patience and understanding towards Grogu especially.

It was seeing her interact with Grogu that had really meant everything to Din. He already knew, after her speech, that she possessed many qualities that he valued in a person. However, to witness the compassion and patience she had extended to the nervous little boy, even after Grogu had caused somewhat of a commotion, it was difficult for Din to quantify just how much that simple act of understanding meant to him. 

Now that he had crossed paths with her again, Din knew that she was a presence that he wanted in his life going forward. Equally, Din knew that it would probably be immoral of him to explore something with the girl. There was no way he could be completely honest with her about his identity, certainly not while they were still getting to know each other. That meant Din would inevitably have to lie while he evaluated whether he could trust her with his secret.

Then there was the question of how she would feel should she ever find out that he had been untruthful. Lying was not in Din Djarin’s nature; he never wanted to lie to her, he knew that would likely cause hurt further down the line. How would she feel if she ever found out that he was keeping such an enormous secret from her?

Despite the moral dilemma, Din kept returning to how he had felt when they were together. The rush that Din had when he was in her presence was indescribable. He felt a genuine connection with her immediately, despite how aloof he had probably appeared when she first walked up to him and Grogu. The sight of her had knocked all air out of his lungs even with all of the training he had to maintain his composure. 

But then there was the thrill that Din had actually been able to talk to her and look at her without the confines of his helmet, all while knowing that she was seeing him for who he was and getting to know him as the man, rather than The Mandalorian. It was an enthralling experience. 

So, Din had spent the majority of the weekend pondering his next move. Of course, he could return to the museum and ask after her, but Din feared that would be inappropriate and overstepping his boundaries. He wondered whether he should hang around the museum at closing time and wait for her to emerge. He wanted her to know precisely how much the time they had spent together had meant to him. Above all, Din wanted to continue getting to know her and determine whether the two of them could build a future together.

With all thoughts of how to make the next move, Din knew he was a little distracted. Which wasn’t exactly ideal right before an intense filming schedule got underway. Despite the fact that he was now onset and should be in full Mando mode, Din found that as he sat there in his trailer with Grogu, he was still distracted. His mind remained firmly fixated on the incredible girl from the museum that he wanted to know better. 

A knock at the door pulled Din from his musings and he grabbed his helmet before unlocking the door. The familiar, tanned face and dark brown eyes of the man who cared for Grogu onset, called Iggy, greeted Din.

“Hi Mando,” Iggy chirped, “I’ve been sent to care for Grogu.”

“I thought I wasn’t due on set yet?” Din replied, slightly taken aback at his presence.

“Oh, you’re not. But Jim and Dale have requested your presence in their office,” Iggy explained.

“Alright. Come in, Iggy,” Din opened the door further and waved the lanky man with messy black hair that stood up in various directions, into the room.

Meetings like this with Jim and Dale were not unheard of, so Din had no reason to be particularly troubled by the fact that he had been summoned to their office. But there was a feeling of nervousness that lingered in his gut at his presence being requested like this. Nevertheless, after saying goodbye to Grogu and leaving him happily drinking a carton of juice while resting on Iggy’s lap, Din made his way to Jim and Dale’s offices.

Din’s heart dropped when he saw the grim faces of the two men behind the desk of their office. Instantly, he knew that instinct in his gut was correct. Whatever the subject of this meeting was, it was going to be an uncomfortable one. At once, the worst possible scenarios began flicking through Din’s mind. Perhaps he had been summoned here so Jim and Dale could tell him that his role had been cut from the new season, they wanted to go in a different direction and needed someone who was willing to reveal his face. Din was trembling; he stood frozen inside the doorway as he felt as though everything was about to come crashing down all around him. 

Din felt sickened as he realised that his life, the one he had been building here with his son in the peaceful English countryside and the girl that he had met would, in a few moments, be cruelly ripped from him. Din was certain that the men before him were about to deliver a crushing blow as they informed him that he was no longer wanted for the role of The Mandalorian. The very role that he had been initially hesitant to accept, but had changed so many things for him. 

It was Jim’s voice who finally broke through his racing thoughts and compelled him to move.

“Take a seat, Din,” Jim offered, gesturing to the chair on the other side of the desk from where the two of them sat. 

Din apprehensively moved across the room and sat opposite the two men. The atmosphere was thick with an emotion that Din could not place, but judging by the glum, serious expressions that the two men before him wore, he knew in his gut that it was not positive. Din took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut beneath his helmet as he braced for impact.

“Din, we have some concerns that we just wanted to address with you before filming begins,” the cowboy-hat wearing co-creator, Dale, began speaking, his beady eyes peering out at Din from underneath his cowboy hat that was a permanent fixture on top of his head. “Do you have any idea what this could be about?”

Din’s heart was thundering so loudly that he was sure it must have been audible, reverberating off the Beskar. He shook his head slowly, completely taken off-guard by Dale’s question.

“Well, there have been a number of social media posts speculating that the real Mando was at ForceCon a couple weekends ago,” Jim explained. “Din… you wouldn’t happen to have any idea why people would think that, would you?

Din sighed deeply. The foolish decision that he had made without thinking it through because of Peli Motto, of all people, looked set to cost him dear. All he could do now was beg Jim and Dale for mercy, appeal to their humanity and let them know that it had just been a stupid mistake and nothing more. 

“Yes. I do know why…” Din sighed and braced himself for what he was about to admit, “it was me,” Din finished, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry if this has caused any headaches for you. I was not thinking clearly. Peli gave me an invitation and mentioned the con. My curiosity got the better of me. I truly apologise, from the bottom of my heart.”

“Thank you for owning up to it, Din,” Dale said and for the first time his expression shifted into something other than a frown. It didn’t fill Din with much more confidence and Dale wasn’t suddenly smiling, but at least it was slightly more reassuring than the stony-faced expressions that he had initially been greeted with.

“Look, Din. We respect your reasoning absolutely for not revealing yourself to the public. If you’ll remember, we backed you the entire way during the negotiations with Disney,” Jim explained, using his hands to emphasise his point. “ choosing to go to a convention like that? Man, what were you thinking?! Your cover could have easily been blown.” 

“I mean, that was really dangerous. There were the biggest fans in the world there, thousands and thousands of them. We went for an appearance and it was crazy, the levels of fanaticism,” Dale added and Din internally cringed, not realising just how many layers of danger he had placed himself in. “The photos of your costume went viral, we had to get someone from the PR team to create a fake account on social media claiming that they were the person behind the cosplay so the fans had an explanation. It had to come from somewhere. I just… I really don’t know what you were thinking, Din.”

“Honestly, I wasn’t thinking,” Din swallowed, suddenly feeling incredibly ashamed at his recklessness. It was so unlike him. But he seized the opportunity to defend himself. After all, if Jim and Dale had really called him in here to fire him, he at least wanted to say his piece before they delivered such a crushing blow. “A castmate enthused to me about the con and she handed me some passes that the organisers had sent her. My curiosity got the better of me. I know how… things got out of hand after my appearance at the hospital. I should have consulted with you both first. I’m sorry.” Din said earnestly, although he was thankful that his helmet was covering his face. Din was unused to handling sensitive conversations like this face to face and his cheeks were burning an embarrassing shade of red beneath his helmet.

Jim and Dale glanced at each other in some wordless form of communication, which Din was unable to decipher. He felt his already sweaty palms moisten further in the leather gloves that he was wearing. Regardless of what it meant, Din knew that the look did not fill him with much confidence and he suddenly felt an overwhelming need to defend himself further.

“Look, if my actions in going to the convention were… a step too far and my position is now untenable, then I suppose I understand. I’ll be disappointed, of course, and firing me would uproot Grogu’s life too. But he’ll get over it. We all do,” Din said quietly, as much for his own benefit as Jim and Dale’s

“Fire you? Din Djarin, you are The Mandalorian!” Jim exclaimed, clearly incredulous at the notion that they would ever contemplate such an action. “Without you, this show would not be possible. We didn’t call you into this meeting to lecture you, I apologise if you were under that impression.”

“Yeah, the absolute last thing we would want to do is bring you any additional stress right before we begin such a busy period of filming. Jim and I were just concerned for you. Din, we don’t want you to be exposed before you are ready for the world to know who you are, if that time ever comes. The precautions that we have in place for you are unprecedented, there is nothing else like it. The amount of NDAs, the security around the studio, the way you travel to work and hide your face constantly. It is a new experience for all of us. I’ve been in this industry for many years and when you came to us with your demands of privacy… Well, we’d never encountered anything like it. But we’re in this together. You’re worth this, Din.” Dale said, his reassuring words comforted Din instantly.

“Thank you,” Din said, voice suddenly thick with emotion.

“If there’s anything at all we can help you with, you know you can always talk to us. No problem is too insignificant,” Jim said, kindly. “How was the museum visit, by the way? Did you and Grogu have fun?”

Din was once again thankful that the helmet was covering his blushes. Jim’s question forced him to cast his mind back to the museum, to her…

“It was wonderful, thanks,” Din breathed. “Grogu and I learnt a lot. I appreciate the excursions you two and Fennec organise for us.”

“You’re welcome, Din. Anything we can do to help you feel settled,” Jim nodded. “If you ever want to organise one yourself, you know you can contact Fennec. Her job is to assist you and always make sure that you and Grogu are happy and settled.”

“I appreciate that. Really, it means a lot,” Din said appreciatively. “Being here in a new country with Grogu is always a little lonely, but the visits help.”

“Well, if you ever want to organise any more, don’t be afraid to contact Fennec,” Jim nodded.

“Are you going to be okay with filming today?” Dale asked

“Yes,” Din said instantly. 

Din knew that his head was probably elsewhere, but there was no way he would ever let down anyone else by refusing to film. Although he knew that there were plenty of intense action scenes and stunts that he would have to perform on this particular filming day that would take maximum concentration, Din was confident in his abilities to see them through. They were scenes that Din should be able to film in his sleep, with stunts that were as natural to him as an intake of breath.

The reality, though, of standing there in front of a set full of people looking at him expectantly was quite different. Din was hoping that by falling back into the routine of filming, that he would soon be distracted from the thoughts of the girl from the panel and the museum that had been racing through his mind since Friday.

He could not forget the glances she had thrown his way, the way her eyes lingered on him and the noticeable loss of her composure after he had compared her to the beautiful exhibits. Din was in awe of her knowledge about everything in the museum, the way she had shared it without being patronising. She was passionate, not arrogant, and had shown such patience and kindness to Grogu.

Din knew that he had to concentrate. Every take that he messed up inevitably cost money. But more than the financial repercussions, Din wanted to set the tone of filming for season three to a positive, productive one. Yet the ongoing dilemma of what to do going forward regarding his feelings for the girl were continuing to trouble Din.

It was a simple scene, in comparison to some of the intricate stunts with multiple moving parts that Din had to film in the past. All he had to do was fling himself across a cantina bar and punch a couple of aliens in the face. It was a move he had done hundreds of times in his life, both as The Mandalorian and in the life of violence he had known before Grogu. But today, Din could not get it right.

Din had reassured the director and stunt coordinator that he knew what was expected of him after he missed the first couple of takes, which was wholly uncharacteristic of someone who was usually as efficient as Din prided himself on being. It wasn’t a lie, either; Din knew exactly what was expected of him. 

It was not his body that was failing him, it was his mind that was distracted, centred on events and people far away from this set. As he set himself for the latest take, crouching slightly and anticipating the vocal cue that would signal when he needed to move, Din shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He focused on his breathing, attempting to centre himself in the Star Wars galaxy and embody the formidable, ruthless bounty hunter that he was meant to be.

But it was hopeless. When Din closed his eyes, he only saw her face. The take began, but he could not stop thinking about her. About how much he wanted to see her again and how he would do whatever it took to cross paths with her and let her know how important she was to him. 

“CUT!” the shout from the director startled Din out of the trance he had seemingly entered into once again. 

Din looked around then, and noticed the annoyed faces of the cast and crew. At first, they had been patient with him and tried to hide their disdain. Now, though, it was plain to see how disappointed they were with Din’s lack of composure. He felt awful, as though he was wasting everyone’s time. He knew he needed to get a grip. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Din said apologetically, after messing up the take yet again. “I really don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” he murmured dismissively, although Din knew full well exactly what the cause for his sudden lack of professionalism was. 

“Look, Mando, it’s fine,” the director, a man called Gideon, said in his distinctive husky tones as he wandered towards Din. “We’ll take an early break, you can go back to your trailer, get something to eat and then we’ll give this another go after lunch. We all have off days. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you,” Din said quietly, appreciative of the understanding and compassion that Gideon had shown him. 

The two had occasionally had their own creative differences and disagreements and Din was certain that he would not be friends with him outside of work. But within The Volume, they were amicable, at the very least. There was mutual respect there and a begrudging fondness that neither would admit to the other. When all was said and done, though, Din knew that Gideon wanted the best for the show and ultimately that meant working with Din, rather than against him.

Din retreated to his room, proverbial tail between his legs. He was disappointed in himself for inconveniencing everyone. Although, he at least had Jim’s comforting words to focus on. Din knew he was The Mandalorian, he had put a little bit of his soul into this character. No one would ever be able to take that away from him, bad day or not.

Din was optimistic that a bit of downtime with Grogu and some food would revitalise him and leave him able to complete his scenes in the afternoon. Walking through the door of his trailer, which was more like a comfortable suite of a hotel room in a corner of the building than a traditional trailer, to see the smiling face of his son lifted Din’s spirits already.

The room that Din had to relax in between takes was a windowless room, tucked in the corner of the studios, that had at first evoked feelings of claustrophobia, but now Din appreciated for the privacy it afforded him and Grogu. A lack of natural light was a hardship he was more than prepared to bear to maintain his privacy.

Iggy and Grogu were sprawled out on their stomachs, a box of felt tip pens was open and Din watched with pride as his son focused on the picture before him. Din could see a sliver of pink as Grogu stuck his tongue out and furrowed his brow in concentration. Iggy sat up as soon as Din walked through the door, nodding at the Mandalorian who loomed over him. 

“Hi Mando! Didn’t expect to see you so soon,” Iggy smiled. “Grogu and I have spent the morning doing some colouring in. He did really well, I’m sure he can’t wait to show you what he made!”

“Wonderful, I’m looking forward to seeing it,” Din said, nodding proudly at his son. “Thanks, Iggy.”

“No problem!” Iggy beamed as he stood up. “Well, I’ll leave the two of you to your lunch. I'll be back when it's time to go to set!”

The lock of the door clicking the shut symbolised that Iggy was gone and Din was finally alone with his son. He promptly removed his helmet, relieved to finally feel the air on his face once more. Din picked Grogu and his colouring book up and made his way over to the sofa, sitting Grogu in his lap, ready to appreciate his son's creations. Din had hoped that just the two of them together might have gone some way to calming his frayed nerves. But despite the overwhelming calmness and sense of purpose that Din felt whenever he was in Grogu’s presence, and even as his son proudly showed him the pages of the colouring book he had completed, Din still could not relax.

“They look amazing, buddy,” Din praised as Grogu showed him a page which, coincidentally, showed a rhinoceros. 

Din was fairly certain that rhinos were not purple with bright red spots, and even though the scrawled swirls ventured outside the lines in plenty of places, Din did not care. He was endlessly proud of his son, to him it was a greater masterpiece than Dürer’s rhino. To most people, it was just a messy, childish scribble, but Din believed that it belonged amongst the finest exhibits in the British Museum. There he was, thinking of her again.

Grogu excitedly showed Din a few more of his colourings, before Din decided it was time for the two of them to eat some lunch. Keeping his identity secret meant that Din could not eat at craft services with the rest of the cast, it would have been impractical to eat underneath his helmet in any case. But Din relished the meals he shared with Grogu in the little room together, it was a way for them to bond and a way for Din to ground himself in the middle of the day, amongst all the chaos that being on set usually brought. 

After helping himself to the platter of fruit that had been left, as usual, in his room and ensuring Grogu ate something too – despite Din’s efforts to expand his son’s palette, Grogu only wanted his favourite animal crackers – Din sprawled out on the couch. With the comforting weight of his boy on his chest, making Din’s heart soar as he stared up at him with big brown eyes, Din finally felt at peace for the first time all day. His mind was no longer racing over his dilemma, he just appreciated the comfort that time with Grogu brought him.

Din momentarily forgot the inner turmoil that was being waged within him in a battle between his head and his heart. For one second, he did not feel completely torn over what to do next. He was so relaxed that the outline of Grogu’s face gradually became more distorted, as Din’s eyelids grew heavy…

The banging on the door an indeterminate amount of time later roused Din from the slumber that he had unintentionally drifted off into. 

“Hey Mando! Can I come in?” A familiar voice sounded from the other side of the door. It was Peli Motto.

“Give me a second,” Din replied as he sat up, careful not to disturb Grogu, who he removed from his chest and gently placed on the couch. 

Din reflexively reached for his helmet from the floor and secured it on his head. He padded across the room and unlocked the door, feeling instantly brighter when he saw the brown eyes and wild curls of his favourite co-star staring back at him from the hallway. Peli’s presence always cheered him up, even on his darkest days.

“Word on the street is that you aren’t having the best day. What’s up, Mando? Something wrong with Grogu?” Peli asked concernedly. Although Din suspected that she was as keen to get in on the latest gossip as she was genuinely concerned for him. 

“No, Grogu is fine,” Din shook his head as he stepped back from the door to allow Peli inside the room.

“There he is!” Peli cooed as she walked towards the sofa and scooped Grogu up into her arms. Peli hugged him tightly and Grogu chirped happily, having awoken from his nap when he was moved, despite Din’s best efforts. “My favourite little guy, how are ya?” Peli cooed.

Grogu let out a delighted noise and Din felt his heart swell as he stood back, observing the two of them interact. He loved how close Peli was to his son. There were not many people Din trusted with his boy, but Peli was absolutely one of them. He was grateful for Peli’s presence in their lives, especially when adjusting to a brand new country and environment. Both Din and Grogu needed someone in their lives who was a comforting, uplifting presence and Peli filled that void perfectly. 

Despite how kooky and extroverted Peli was, in contrast to the quiet, methodical way Din conducted his business: if it ever came to it, Din knew that he would trust Peli with his life and even with Grogu’s life. In his bones, Din knew that he trusted her entirely. If anything, Peli was the person on the cast that he was most likely to reveal his identity to. Unfortunately, Peli possessed the loudest mouth on this planet, so Din was realistic about the odds of that ever happening: they ranged from slim to none. 

“Grogu is fine,” Din sighed. “It’s me…” 

“Oh quit moping, Mando. You’ll rust!” Peli said jokingly.

Din smirked beneath his helmet at her directness. He was unaccustomed to having people like this in his life who would speak to him so directly, without filter. But it was something that he had found he had been missing out on, he thoroughly enjoyed the way Peli would banter with him. At first, he had found the curly-haired woman a tad overbearing. But now, as she sat here in the brown overalls of her costume on the couch in his room, he realised just how much he had come to care about the woman. Even if the reason for his distress was partially her fault, to begin with.

“No seriously, bud. What’s up? I hate seeing you like this.” Peli said, sympathetically. “And if you don’t get your act together, we’ll all be stuck on this set for much longer than I’d like. I have two cats that miss me very much in Los Angeles, thank you very much.”

In typical Peli fashion, she could not resist gently ribbing him after any genuine concern was shown. But Din didn’t mind it. Emotions were a mildly terrifying concept to the man who had spent so much of his life alone.

“It’s all your fault, really,” Din said lightly.

“My fault?! Wait… please don’t tell me you saw that video. It was ONE time, okay!” Peli lifted her hand defensively.

Din just shook his head, having no idea what she was talking about. Whatever it was, Din was fairly certain that he did not want to know.

“No, Peli… I didn’t see any videos…”

“Good, mister. You better keep it that way,” Peli said sternly as she jabbed a finger in Din’s direction. “Now, do you want to talk about it? I’m here for ya, Mando.”

“Well, it’s kind of a crazy story. It all began after that conversation we had about that convention that was coming up. I wanted to try and see what all the fuss was about and also give something back to the fans, I guess. Make a few people’s day, take some pictures…” 

“That was you?!” Peli exclaimed, excitedly. “I knew it! What did you think of the con?”

“I hated it at first. It was horrendously busy. I probably would have left, but for an encounter I had. It opened my eyes up to how much people love Mando. It was… nice to feel their love and appreciation for the character.”

“I can’t believe you actually went…” Peli whispered, shaking her head in awe.

“Well, it was an incredibly reckless move in hindsight. Jim and Dale called me into their office to warn me against doing such a thing in future. The costume went viral and they had to make some fake social media profiles allegedly, to claim the costume…”

“That’s insane!” Peli squealed. “Oh yeah, it was everywhere online this week. I’m not surprised they had to do that, so many people were tweeting me, convinced it was the real Mando.”

Din cringed at her words, feeling terribly embarrassed once again at how much inconvenience his moment of recklessness had caused. He sat there for a few moments, trying to adjust to the information and take onboard how close he had come to having his cover blown. 

“That’s not why you can’t do the stunts, though, is it?” Peli questioned and Din marvelled once again at how much she saw him, despite having never laid eyes upon his face.

“No, you’re right. It isn’t,” Din conceded. “While I was at the convention, I attended this panel. It was right at the back of the convention hall, but it stood out to me. It was called ‘The Man behind the Mandalorian: Exploring the Identity of the Galaxy’s Best Bounty Hunter,’ and it was hosted by an awful man. A man who was way too old to be wearing a backwards baseball cap, but I digress,” Din grumbled, still caught up on how ridiculous the guy had looked as he sat there, thinking he was the greatest man on earth. “Well, the panel was pretty much just praising the violence of the show and how good Mando is at fighting. Pretty surface-level stuff. There were some criticisms in there, but I could take it, you know. They were still mostly aimed at the show. But then… he opened the floor up to questions at the end and things began to get nasty. People were making all kinds of personal insults about me, about the character. Calling me a diva and saying that I must be a nightmare to work with if I won’t show my face to anyone.”

“Awww, Mando. That sounds awful, it must have been really hard for you,” Peli soothed. She reached out to pat Din’s arm beneath his pauldron. The contact made him jump at first, but he soon melted into the reassuring touch. “You are the furthest thing from a diva. I know I tease you a lot, but I genuinely think you’re a great guy. I really care about you and the kid. Even though I don’t know what you look like. I mean, you could look like an ingrown toenail under there. How would I know?!” Peli joked and Din found himself laughing at that, despite the inner turmoil that still waged inside him. “Look, I still treat you so kindly, aren’t I nice?” Peli added, even though they were both well-aware of how much she teased Din. 

“Thanks, Peli,” Din said appreciatively, his voice full of the genuine mirth that her comments had provoked in him.

Giggling like this with Peli was a brief moment of welcome relief and Din’s shoulders dropped a little from the tense position they had been frozen in through most of the conversation. But Din knew the lighthearted moment was fleeting. He still had to explain to Peli the reason for his tormented state.

“It wasn’t the things that were said at the panel that caused all this though,” Din sighed, taking a deep breath as he braced himself to explain the cause of his current state of mind. “Don’t get me wrong, I was having a terrible, awful time. I really wanted to leave. I was about to. But then, this girl stood up. She… she marched right to the mic. I could tell she was a little bit nervous, but she spoke so passionately about me and the show and she stood up for me. Not just as Mando but also as… me. Even though she didn’t know anything about me, she still respected my right to privacy. It felt incredible… her words, they soothed my soul.”

“Oh! Mando has a crush!” Peli said in a teasing, sing-song voice.

Din just tilted his helmet to one side, conveying his disapproval. It was a part of Din that had found its way into the show. Mando was always conveying his disdain for others with a simple tilt of the head, but that mannerism was one hundred per cent a Din Djarin move.

“Sorry. Continue,” Peli said, waving her hand as if to encourage him.

“Thank you. Well, the way she made me feel, it was amazing, obviously,” Din admitted. He paused again, attempting to find the words to explain the rest of the story. “But that wasn’t the last time I saw her. After I left the panel, I went around the hall, taking photos with panels. I was about to leave but then the girl and her friend stopped me for a picture. She was so sweet and polite. I couldn’t stop thinking about her for days… I felt certain that that was the last time I would ever see her…. But then….”

“Woah, hold on there. Look, if you’re gonna tell me about some illegal shit, I gotta get my lawyer on speakerphone. I can’t be a party to any criminal acts, I’m on very thin ice as it is, Mando. Please don’t tell me that you stalked her on social media and then tracked her down to her house and used the zoom on your phone to track her every move until the….” Peli yammered, but Din stopped her.

“What?! No. Of course not, Peli,” Din said, cutting his eccentric, curly-haired friend off mid-ramble and doing his best to ignore the oddly specific fear that she had.

“Oh…” Peli exhaled. “Well, in that case, please continue…”

“A few days later, one of the team here, on orders of Jim and Dale, organised a visit to the British Museum for Grogu and me. Imagine my surprise when the same girl ends up being our tour guide. Except, I went there without my helmet. I was just… me. The man behind the suit. She met me as me, not as Mando. It’s a mess,” Din sighed, his shoulders slumping forward again. “I like her and I’d like to see her again and get to know her. I think I felt a genuine connection there, and she was so great with Grogu. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her, Peli. But how can I… pursue anything? When she’s such a big fan of the show. It would feel strange… like I was taking advantage somehow. Plus, I can’t stand lying. I’d be hiding myself, hiding who I am. A massive part of me.”

“Oh, look at you, Mando. You big softie,” Peli smiled, looking at him adoringly. She was a few years older than Din and he had long sensed that she felt somewhat maternalistic towards him. Peli was looking at him with all the pride a mother might show when their child shows an interest in someone, with a hint of surprise there, too. It seemed that she had never considered that he could be the romantic type. 

“What do I do, Peli?” Din asked, desperately seeking the advice he needed to soothe his troubled soul.

“Well, firstly I don’t think you’re taking advantage of her. She doesn’t know you’re Mando. You might have started catching feelings for her when you saw her in that panel, but she doesn’t need to know that,” Peli advised. “I would say, you also don’t have to outright come out with the truth. You can just… skirt around it, I guess. She doesn’t have to know specifics about where you work, it’s just… keeping a secret or two, rather than lying.”

“What if she ever finds out that I’ve been keeping secrets?” Din asked, his voice full of apprehension at the idea.

“Well, hopefully you would have told her on your own terms long before that, once you felt comfortable enough and as though you could trust her. But, hopefully, if that happened… she would understand. Your life, I certainly don’t envy you Mando,” Peli admitted.

“There’s a lot to juggle,” Din confessed.

“I know, I can’t imagine the burden. You deserve nice things, Mando. You deserve a love story of your own. Just make sure she gets to know you for you. Not Mando, with no armour, just you… whoever you are beneath all that. Hell, I don’t even know!”

“Thanks, Peli,” Din smiled, feeling comforted by her words. For all of her eccentricity, Peli still had a heart of gold. “I’ve never really done this before, though. I mean… dated someone. I didn’t get her number after the tour but I’m sure I could get a message to her somehow. I was thinking about sending her a bunch of flowers, with a little note,” Din pondered. “Is that a thing people still do? She seems to be a bit younger than me, in her mid-twenties if I had to guess.”

“Mando! You really are the romantic type! I never would have guessed that from you!” Peli squealed. “She’s a very lucky gal, I’m sure that would be a very thoughtful gesture that would be appreciated by her. Go for it.”

“I will,” Din said, determinedly.

Peli lingered for a few more minutes, catching Din up on all of the gossip he had missed in craft services. Din didn’t particularly care for gossip, but somehow when it was Peli, it was endearing to listen to. Then the brown-overall wearing woman made her exit, mumbling about how she needed to head for a smoke before filming began again.

Din sat there for a few moments, smiling to himself in her wake. He knew that in a few minutes, Din would be summoned to set as Iggy would knock on his door ready to take care of Grogu. Din would have to face a room full of people who were at worst, annoyed and at best, concerned. He had to leave the room, projecting an air of strength and dependability that he was, as Mando. When he left the room, the transformation would be complete from doting father to feared, intergalactic bounty hunter. 

Din could have no distractions now. He knew what he needed to do, the talk with Peli had given him clarity and purpose and, bizarrely, the animal that Grogu had been colouring in had given him an idea. So, Din picked up the phone in his trailer and dialled the extension that took him through to the offices of Fennec Shand.

The phone rang once.

“Good afternoon Mando, how can I help you?” Fennec asked.

“Hi, Fennec,” Din replied. “Can you please get me the phone number for the best florist in London?”

Next Chapter

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[daimyosprincess]

MASTERLIST

Works organized by character ALL WORKS ARE 18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

BOBA FETT

AN HONEST DAY'S WORK - 9k words —PAIRING: Contractor!Boba Fett x F!Reader —SUMMARY: You have a very special project you want your parents’ contractor, Boba Fett, to work on.

EX LIBRIS - 53.1k words —PAIRING: Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader —SUMMARY: There's much to be learned from the handsome professor Boba Fett, both about yourself and your pleasure.

SANCTUARY - 1.2k words —PAIRING: Boba Fett x Female Character —SUMMARY: Sometimes sanctuary isn’t a place, it’s a person.

THIS TENDER LOVE - 2.2k words —PAIRING: Boba Fett x F!Reader —SUMMARY: When you’re a little nervous about your first time, Boba helps you get in the right headspace.

WORTH THE RISK - Coming soon! —PAIRING: Dad's Friend!Boba Fett x F!Reader —SUMMARY: Pushing your luck has its rewards.

WIPS

A THOUSAND WAYS TO SAY YOU - WIP —PAIRING: Boba Fett x F!Reader

BESKAR HEARTS - WIP —PAIRING: Boba Fett x Din Djarin x F!Reader —Snippet #2

SHARP OBJECTS - WIP —PAIRING: Boba Fett x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader (might change this to an OC but I haven't decided yet)

TWIN SUNS - WIP —PAIRING: Boba Fett x F!Reader

THOTS

—Boba likes his girls thicc HCs —Waking Boba up with a blow job (+ Boba waking you up) —Beach!AU —Boba Fett doesn’t realize that he’s down bad for you and then he sees someone flirting with you on Tribute Day

MISC

—How I write Boba's character —Boba falling for a shy, sensitive reader

CAPTAIN REX

SOME REX AND RELAXATION - 3.3k words —PAIRING: Rebels!Captain Rex x F!Reader —SUMMARY: After a hard week, Rex makes it his mission to see that you forget all about it.

COMMANDER CODY

WIPS

EVERYTHING AND MORE - WIP —PAIRING: Commander Cody x F!Reader

CROSSHAIR

WIPS

CROSS MY HEART - WIP —PAIRING: Crosshair x F!Medic!Reader

DIN DJARIN

WIPS

BESKAR HEARTS - WIP —PAIRING: Boba Fett x Din Djarin x F!Reader

FENNEC SHAND

NO MERCY - 802 words —PAIRING: Fennec Shand x F!Reader x Boba Fett —SUMMARY: 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.

#zwei writes #fic masterlist #fanfic #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction

[littlemisspascal]

Fast Cars and Lightning Bolts Part 2

Pairing: Din x Female Reader

Word Count: 2100+

Rating: T for whole series

Summary: “I’m here on behalf of Boba Fett. Suppose, hypothetically speaking, he wanted his company to win the Boonta Eve Classic. You’re one of the only racers still alive who’s done that. So I came to ask you,” she takes a breath, spreads her palms out with an air of frankness, “what does it take?”

Warnings: Racing AU, heavily inspired by the film Ford v Ferrari, dialogue heavy, language, angst, references of death but no graphic details, worldbuilding, Reader and Din are exes, No physical characteristics of Reader described except for having hair + a heart condition (I’m not a doctor, all medical details are fictional)

Author Note: Decided to officially declare this a series. A very relaxed, sporadically updated series--but still a series. Hope someone out there enjoys this 😊 All likes, comments, and reblogs super appreciated 💗

Also please note Part 3 is the original one-shot I posted, but it is now updated to better flow with the events of Part 1 and 2.

PART 1 / PART 3

The sales floor is swamped with customers and staff. Peli’s darting around each of the four corners, finalizing sales and answering questions, returning to your side every ten minutes with a new clipboard of documents needing your signature.

Sunlight filters in through the open windows of the building, a cool breeze toying with your hair, and at Ahsoka’s workstation a radio blares an upbeat tune by The Max Rebo Band. Unlike most car dealerships where employees are expected to wear fancy suits and fake smiles, you prefer a casual work environment full of car enthusiasts like yourself, unafraid to get motor oil on their hands and know the difference between a crankshaft and a camshaft without having to look on the HoloNet.

“Got a Trandoshan interested in Canary Classic and some senator’s son chomping at the bit to test drive our only Canary Moonlight out on the street,” Peli tells you, popping up at your side midwalk around the sales floor. 

“Does the kid have a license?”

“I asked and you know what the little punk told me?” Peli nudges you to a halt, propping a hand on her hip with an exasperated expression that has you smirking even before she says, “He doesn’t have to show me a license because he’s Senator Blah Blah’s son. I should recognize him by his looks alone.”

You snort. “Yeah, no. Tell Senator Blah Blah’s son he either shows a license or he’s got to find somewhere else to make dumbass demands.”

Peli nods and turns to leave, only to freeze in place as a Zephyr-J motorbike pulls up outside the entrance. You watch as the rider removes their helmet, revealing a woman dressed in a black jacket with orange stripes and dark braided hair, exuding grace and strength with every movement. When you approach to meet her at the doorway, she isn’t subtle in observing you from head to toe with a quick once-over. 

“Lightning Bolt?” She says it like a question, but the way her lips curl at the edges into a small grin gives you the impression this stranger knows exactly who you are.

“Depends who’s asking,” you reply, returning the smile with a cautiously friendly one of your own.

“Fennec Shand.” Her handshake is firm, professional. “Fett Motor Company.”

There’s a beat which follows the announcement, as though she expects you to have a reaction of some kind. It’s only because of your racing background you maintain your neutral expression, remembering what it was like to hide your true emotions from the press and their constantly recording cameras.

Internally, you’re about as calm as a leaf in the wind. 

The thing about Fett Motor Company is that, not only is it run out of the desert city Mos Espa where the BEC is held annually, it is also owned by Boba Fett who changed his career from bounty hunter to crime lord three years ago after he murdered the previous Daimyo. You haven’t been to Mos Espa in over a year, but you’ve heard of the positive changes and improvements made to the city under Fett’s control. You’ve also heard some not-so-positive remarks about Fett cars. Their engines are powerful, almost unbelievably so considering the company’s youth, but the heavy weight and clunky shape of their vehicles makes steering a challenge and average speed on the low end compared to other cars in the galaxy. 

Let’s just say, it wouldn’t be egotistical of you to claim your Canary could go around a track several laps before a Fett Rancor ever finished its first.

But even though Fett’s cars may not have much of a solid reputation, the Daimyo himself is not one to be trifled with. And the last thing you want is trouble with the crime lord, so despite your uneasiness, you direct Fennec to your office upstairs where you conduct all your important meetings. 

If she does catch a glimpse of your anxiety peeking out of your mask, she politely doesn’t comment on it. Still, you linger on the sales floor after she’s left, signing a few more documents for Peli while also using the spare minutes to ready yourself for whatever it is Fennec wants to discuss. You have the distinct feeling it’s going to be a strange ordeal.

Upstairs, you find the woman observing the contents of your shelves. Old trophies and awards Peli insisted needed to be displayed so any potential business investors could see how well-established you are in the racing community. But Fennec isn’t looking at any of them, you realize upon a second glance. She’s found the only thing up there that’s of sentimental value rather than monetary.

“A pink carnation?” she inquires, studying the flower carefully preserved in a glass frame, as beautiful and vibrant as the day it was given to you what feels like a whole lifetime ago.

And that day, just like the flower, will always be preserved in your memory like this: summer heat, first anniversary, a drive down the coast, shy smiles, fingers grazing during the exchange of the pink bloom. So you won’t forget about me when you’re rich and famous. 

“Long story,” you explain with a dismissive gesture, pushing thoughts of brown eyes out of your head. You then perch yourself on the edge of your desk. “Now, what brings you all the way from Mos Espa to see me, Ms. Shand?”

“Fennec, please,” she corrects, turning to face you. “I’m here on behalf of Boba Fett. Suppose, hypothetically speaking, he wanted his company to win the Boonta Eve Classic. You’re one of the only racers still alive who’s done that. So I came to ask you,” she takes a breath, spreads her palms out with an air of frankness, “what does it take?”

You lean further back on your desk a little, unable to keep your eyebrows from rising with surprise. Fennec just stares back at you. Not critically like the Twi’leks had done back at Galma, but calmly and patiently. Waiting for you to find your words on your own time.

“Well, hypothetically speaking, it takes something credits can’t buy,” you declare at last.

“Credits can buy speed,” Fennec counters.

“It’s not about speed.” You shake your head because she doesn’t understand, can’t understand unless she’s driven the BEC herself. “This isn’t like other races where all you have to do is turn left and go in circles for a couple of hours. To win the BEC, you need a car that is lightweight enough to reach 200 on the straightaways, but also strong enough to endure thousands of miles across sand and rock with limited breaks. This car has to be the best you’ve ever made and be ten times better than whatever Moff Gideon’s team shows up with that year. And if you’re lucky, that’s just what gets you to the starting line. Then your real problems start.”

Fennec tilts her head in acknowledgment, but her voice comes out a little wry around the edges. “So, you’re saying it’s challenging?”

“It’s not even a track, Fennec,” you say with thinly veiled frustration, and the woman blinks with surprise as your carefully composed mask begins cracking around the edges. “The circuit for the Boonta Eve Classic is made up of large stretches of desert plains, narrow canyons full of twists and turns, and part of the Laguna Caves underground. There are no paved roads. No safety rails. And you have to keep driving for twenty-four hours with an average speed of 130 if you wanna be a serious contender. Twenty-four hours.”

You tap your fingernail on your desk for emphasis, drilling the words into the wood. The Boonta Eve Classic was designed first and foremost as a test of endurance, separating it from all other races in the galaxy where the main goal was simply to have the fastest time. For the BEC, it’s the number of laps a car (and its driver) can handle without falling apart which determines the winner. 

“It’s in the middle of summer so heatstroke and dehydration are serious risks. And then once the sun sets, half the race is in darkness. Cars and giant rocks coming up out of nowhere. An explosion of fire if the two collide. A driver stumbling out of the wreckage, bleeding buckets. Maybe they’re on fire too. Maybe they’re your friend.”

Your physical body might remain in your office, but your mind drifts back in time to the scariest, most exhilarating twenty-four hours of your whole life. The stench of sweat and gasoline fills your nostrils, a current of electric adrenaline flowing through your muscles, and your eyes burn from a combination of exhaustion and smoke billowing out from flaming vehicles. One of your closest friends, Omera Jones, experienced brake failure during her 156th lap, crashing straight into the side of a canyon. Doctors said it was a miracle she lived through it with only a broken arm as her worst injury. The fates of three other drivers weren’t so fortunate. Their deaths were bloody and horrific, and their faces, despite being total strangers to you, are forever etched into a corner of your brain.  

“Either way,” your voice is quieter now, softer, weighted down with nostalgia and just a hint of trauma, “you have to keep going, hour after hour, until dawn breaks. You’re exhausted as hell, starving, can barely remember your own name or why any of this matters. And then you realize you’re flying by the Dune Sea at nearly 200 miles an hour. Anything goes wrong—blow a gasket or a tire or even a tiny five credit washer—and that’s it. You’re done. The Imperials win again. Like they won last year and the year before that and the year before that.”

You blink once, twice, three times before coming back to the present with a quiet inhale of breath. There are two sides to the BEC in your memories—-one bloodcurdling and perilous, responsible for your deteriorating health. The other extraordinary and invigorating, responsible for your golden reputation. Simply put, the BEC is as deeply interwoven with your identity as your own flesh and bones.

Fennec looks thoughtful, maybe a little thrown off balance, but at least she seems to be seriously absorbing all you said.

 “So, yeah,” you tell her, offering a crooked grin. “It’s challenging.”

The corner of Fennec’s mouth twitches. “What I’m hearing is you don’t think Fett Motor Company can build the greatest race car the galaxy’s ever seen? You don’t think we’re capable of winning an event like that?” She steps closer, not unlike a Loth Wolf hoping to corner its prey. “Even if we had the best and brightest partner? Even if we wrote a blank check?”

You meet her stare evenly. “Credits can’t buy first place, Fennec. But maybe,” your crooked grin turns sincere, perhaps a little wider than usual with tentative excitement. “Maybe they can buy the woman who’ll get you your closest shot.”

~~

Later that night, after Fennec’s long gone and your staff have returned to their homes, including Peli who’s already devising several hundred plans for Fett’s future race car, you sit behind your desk holding a torn piece of paper. It’s a bit crinkled from months spent stashed away in the back of your desk’s drawer, but the number scribbled in neat handwriting is still readable. Still makes something in your chest sting worse than a bug bite.

You rub at your forehead, declare yourself an idiot, and then punch the numbers into your comlink. 

He picks up on the second ring, saying your name. His voice is marred by the crackling of static, but the familiarity of it freezes you in place. He repeats your name again in the same incredulous way, and you can picture him in his garage, oil stains on his clothes, that little crease between his eyebrows as he tries to figure out why the hell you’re calling him when you swore you’d never do it again.

“Alright, I’m going to hang up now,” Din says.

Startling back to awareness, your grip on the comlink tightens. “No, wait, please!”

He heaves a sigh, but does stay connected. You think of that bond of loyalty again, wonder if maybe you’re not the only one who still feels it. And suddenly there’s all these words bubbling in your throat you want to say to him, but the timing isn’t right, the moment too unsteady.

Choking down the words, you instead tell him, “I need to talk to you. It’s about the BEC.”

A long enough pause of silence follows you think he’s hung up, and then—

“Fine. But you’re buying me dinner.”

#din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #my fic #My writing #pedrostories

[yearofcreation2023]

Year of Themed Creations: October 2023 Collection (in progress)

WORDS:

A Different Way of Life by @ghostofskywalker - Year of Flowers A princess desperate to get away from the throne you're expected to inherit, you struck a deal with a passing bounty hunter. Originally all you want was to hide away somewhere, but you fall in love with both Fennec and the way she lives. (Fennec Shand/Fem!Reader)

Bounty and Hunter by @never--doubt - Year of Soulmates She's the one bounty he's never been able to catch, the one that's always gotten away. Until now. But when they both realize that they can't harm each other because they're soulmates…what will they do? (Din Djarin x Female!Reader) 

Quiet Moment by the Fire by @keldabe-kriff - Year of Small Joys This involves Din and an original character I have only hinted at thus far - all you need to know for now is she is a member of Din's covert. Part of a bigger story I started with a friend and have been working on since sometime in 2020. No pairing in this particular story, just Kestrel and Din and Grogu having an evening by the fire. (Din Djarin and friends)

My Knight in White by @flightlessangelwings - Year of Protectiveness Dialogue prompt- “ that was for saving my life. “ Action prompt- [ KISS ]: after having been saved from immediate danger by the receiver, the sender, in a state of intense emotion and relief, kisses them to express these feelings. (Marc Spector x fem!reader)

Like a Damn Disney Prince by @captainsophiestark - Year of Olympians Elijah asks the girl of his dreams to accompany him to the Mikaelson ball. (Elijah Mikaelson x Reader)

Threefold by @insomniamamma - Year of Kisses The prompt for this fic is “Kiss as a lie.” This does not connect to any of my other Prospect fics, even though some terms may overlap. Enemies to reluctant allies. Reader is disabled and relies on body mods to assist her breathing. (Ezra x F!reader w/Cee)

#year of themed creation #october

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Hearts shifted

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Did everyone watch the three new episodes for Bad Batch? I was anxious, tears welled up, happy, frustrated. In short, my emotions were all over the place. But I can't wait to see the next episode.

Anyway, have a lovely weekend.

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: physical closeness, grooming horses, scents, brush discussions, Din being adorable. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

Chapter Eight

She’d been so focused on Din’s instructions and her own actions, she hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten; at least, not until she turned her head to look at him and then their eyes locked. Suddenly, the world stilled as her eyes slowly took in his features, felt the brush of his breath against her cheek, the woodsy, leather, gun oil scent that filled her nostrils. Her body realized and became all too aware of how close he was - - how his shirt and the warmth from his body brushed against her back, how the heat of his hand seeped into her own as he guided her. 

 In that moment there was nothing but a rushing hum in my ears, as the blood pushed through my veins without restraint, as my heart started thumping in my chest. 

All thoughts, questions, everything just stopped as I looked deep into his warm, kind and chestnut coloured eyes. 

I tried to remember the last time someone looked at me with such kindness and warmth, the fact that nothing came straight to my mind caused my heart to lurch. 

Time seemed to have lost all meaning in that moment, it was only when Misty shifted and knocked her leash against the barn breaking the weird tension between us, that I finally looked elsewhere.

I cleared my throat, shifting away from him a little, hoping he didn’t think I found him uncomfortable. In reality, it wasn’t him that made me uncomfortable, it was that weird feeling in my heart that sent a tingling sensation down my arms to my hands. 

“I think I got it.” I stated as I found my strength once again, now that I wasn’t looking at him or sensing his warmth. 

Din cleared his throat, nodding as he rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t meant to invade her personal space, or to be so close that he could practically smell the soft, spicy, citrusy, balsamic scent coming off her, it was so different from anything Camilla had ever worn before. Was it her shampoo or was that her body wash? Maybe it was her lotion? Either way, he found himself leaning a little to smell it once again. He dug his nails into his palm, getting him to fight back to reality. He closed his eyes, letting the pain in his hands snap him out of whatever that was, he shifted away from her. He opened his eyes focusing on Misty, grounding himself as he tried to understand what just happened. Why did he just … he shook his head, focusing back on the task at hand.

“Good. Once you finish currying Misty, then we move on to brushing her coat.”

“Are there different brushes for each stage?”

Din shifted his head, “Yes and no. There are different types of horse brush, for example a body brush, great for removing dust, dried sweat from fine coats. Great for improving circulation and evenly distributing natural oils within the coat. Then there’s a dandy brush, used for bushing off mud, dander and grease, ideal for heavy or coarse coats. It’s too harsh for fine coated horses, such as thoroughbreds, and usually used during winter months when coats are thicker. There’s a flick brush, designed to flex and flick away debris, they’re best used after an initial groom, like we are.” He reached over and passed the flick brush to Ann, “There’s two types of flick brushes, one for fine coats and one for coarse coats. I also have a water brush, which is pretty self explanatory, a finishing brush which you use in the final step in the grooming process, used to polish and create an ultra shine. Then you have your grooming mitt, which is a soft fluffy mitt that can be used instead of a finishing brush. Finally, you have what’s called a curry comb, which cleans your brushes, keeps them lasting longer, and keeps them clean causing them to work better. Anyway, for the flick brush, you want to use short flicking motions to brush off the dirt we dislodged. Brush the area we just went over, and remember to avoid the head, mane, tail and lower legs. So begin at the neck and work your way around, following the direction of the hair growth.”

I nodded taking in everything he said, I glanced over my shoulder seeing him turn to walk away, “Where are you going?” The question was out of my mouth before I could even stop it, not sure why I was even caring where he went. It wasn’t any of my business. 

“I’m gonna check on Bessie, you mentioned earlier, you thought she was in pain, so I’m gonna go see if she’s alright.” He nodded, tipping his head towards me before heading off to look for Bessie. 

It was a while before Din came back, he looked at Misty, eyeing the work I did.

“Great job, now onto the next step.” He directed me to bring over Taika and start the process over with him. By the time we finished lunch had already come and gone, it was almost two in the afternoon. I glanced at my watch and realized he must be just as hungry as I am. 

He didn’t know why but just watching her as she rested against the corral while Taika and Misty were grazing, made him realize what Cobb mentioned when he brought her to the ranch. What was it again, ‘You know Ann’s not all that bad, she seems sweet. Easy on the eyes, and has a very enjoyable laugh.’ He couldn’t deny it, she wasn’t all that bad, and yeah she was easy on the eyes. He didn’t find her drop dead gorgeous, but she was quite pretty and very capable. Despite never having worked on a farm before she was very reliable, willing to learn and was always asking questions. In fact, he hadn’t had to wake her up or remind her to have dinner ready for Grogu once. She just sort of fell into place. Kind of like she belonged.

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[0celesteisthebest0]

WIP List

I wanted to have a place to put my WIPS that isn't my Masterlist as a sort of these are my tasks that I am hoping to post and will mark them down if I do accomplish them or not. Idk guys I really like making lists :). So here I go these are the things that I am working on (yearningly thinking about but not writing anything) for the past couple of years

Take a Chance on Me, Chapters 30-31. I have the outline for the other chapters of the series but I am at a standstill and really haven't touched this story.

The Concept of Fate, Ezra prospect x nonbinary reader ( reader uses they/them pronouns). More on the series through this post here Long form series.

Agent Tequila Headcanons. Backstory on how he got into the Statesman, being an agent, and some romance headcanons

A Knight Comes Crashing in, Knight! Din x female reader oneshot

Flower Baskets, Marcus Pike x reader. Long form series

Get Used To it, Chronic pain Frankie. Oneshot, this fic is really just a character analysis of Frankie and how he operates with his friends.

Untitled WIP, pick your own romance partner, Modern AU Din Djarin x reader or Boba Fett x reader or Fennec Shand x reader. (This one really isn't polished, I got a couple of ideas written but it doesn't have a good outline).

'Cursed', long form series, Ezra prospect x female reader. Some thoughts

Untitled WIP, Agent whiskey x female reader. Another long form series lol, this one is more of a suburban nightmare story but again not really outlined.

That's about it though, I think this is really for me but HERE ARE MY LITTLE THOUGHTS!! Okay bye I love y'all mwah!

#I'm making this mostly because I am stressed about the next semester and for some reason making lists really soothes me lol IDK why but her #we are... #anyway if you have any questions do not be shy I don't bite lol #wip list #celeste writes #y'all I'm serious this did help me relax it's great

[twistnet]

kinktober masterlist — 2022

going to pin this for a while, so if you’re looking for the navigation ⇢ go here

“i think they should be absolutely terrified of you...”

welcome all to another year of kinktober! just like with the previous year, random names were drawn from my character list using the wheel of death and were matched with a prompt that fit that chosen character!

⋯ ✧ PROMPTS ; prompts were chosen from this [ post ] by @the-purity-pen​​ ; these are pure smut, meaning 18+ only [ minors do not interact! ] — you can block #twistnet :: kinktober 2022 if you do not wish to see

⋯ ✧ EXPECTATIONS ; all works are 500-1000 words, with little to no plot -- just plain ole smut [ gn!readers, afab!readers + female!readers; will be listed in warnings + tags ]

⋯ ✧ NOTICES ; things to keep in mind

all kinks, pairings + readers were chosen by me; based entirely off what i felt comfortable writing. if anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, i strongly advise you not to read it

ageless blogs // minors interacting with this post, or any of the linked posts, will be blocked

this post will serve as the masterlist for the event + days will be updated with links upon posting

day one. 69 — pete mitchell x fem!reader

day two. floor sex — stella kidd x afab!reader

day three. glove kink — dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov x fem!reader

day four. missionary — jim street x gn!reader

day five. leather // latex — jill valentine x fem!reader

day six. cockwarming — matt murdock x gn!reader

day seven. costumes — robin buckley x fem!reader

day eight. voice kink — druig x gn!reader

day nine. double penetration — cobb vanth x din djarin x fem!reader

day ten. creampie — bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x gn!reader

day eleven. erotic photos — abby anderson x fem!reader

day twelve. exhibitionism // voyuerism — steve harrington x fem!reader + eddie munson

day thirteen. face-sitting // fucking — kim burgess x afab!reader

day fourteen. love bites // markings — dani powell x fem!reader

day fifteen. overstimulation — jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

day sixteen. bath // shower sex — vi x fem!reader

day seventeen. pegging — scott lang x afab!reader

day eighteen. lingerie — nancy wheeler x fem!reader

day nineteen. masturbation — alexei smirnoff x afab!reader

day twenty. mirror sex — tom ‘iceman’ kazansky x fem!reader

day twenty-one. praise kink — robert ‘bob’ floyd x fem!reader

day twenty-two. phone sex — javier peña x female!reader

day twenty-three. orgasm denial — leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe x gn!reader

day twenty-four. outdoor sex — ellie williams x fem!reader

day twenty-five. sex pollen — stephen strange x gn!reader

day twenty-six. wax play — nora fowler x afab!reader

day twenty-seven. sensory deprivation — fennec shand x fem!reader

day twenty-eight. strap-ons — chris alonso x afab!reader

day twenty-nine. body worship — natasha ‘pheonix’ trace x fem!reader

day thirty. temperature play — robbie reyes x gn!reader

day thirty-one. wild card — robert hicks x afab!reader

thank you and please enjoy!

~ love twisty

#twistnet :: masterlists #twistnet :: kinktober 2022

[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Sand Palace (Fennec Shand x Slave!Reader)

Summary: An unexpected visitor arrives to the palace and saves your life.

Word count: 984

Warnings: slavery, violence.

A/N: I saw the scene post credits of the second season of The Mandalorian and I immediately knew I wanted to write a story with that. So this is my new series and I'll try to update it often. I hope you like it, as always let me know what you think!

The palace was almost empty that day, after endless parties the old house of Jabba the Hutt was finally quiet, oddly quiet if you were honest. Only a few guests were hanging around, chatting, laughing and of course, drinking. Just another day in the cold palace, another day chained to this throne, a punishment for trying to escape.

Sitting at the feet of the throne you tried to ignore the foolish conversation between Bib Fortuna and his bounty hunters, you had worse things to worry about, these chains for starters.

After a while of looking at your chained wrists your eyes focused on the big stairs on the left corner of the room, the stairs that led to the exit of the palace, to a freedom you may never see. The only idea of spending the rest of your life here terrified you to death.

The sound of a blaster shot dragged you away from your thoughts.

One shot and then another before the body of the guard of the entrance rolled down the stairs.

Fortuna immediately sent a guard to see what was going on.

Looking at the big stairs you found a shadow that killed the guard in a matter of seconds and then blasted the hunters that were standing next to Fortuna.

This same thing had happened a thousand times before, bounty hunters and smugglers were always trying to assassin Fortuna, but none of them had ever made it this far.

Panic rushing through your body you jumped out of the place you were sitting in a desperate attempt to run away from the throne room. The chains stopped you, keeping you close to the throne, you pulled with all your strength yet the chains wouldn't let you go.

You saw her then, the assassin, the intruder. Dressed in a long black coat with orange details that adjusted to her slim figure, long dark hair fixed on a long braid that rested over her shoulder, a delicate face and a concentrated stare. She was the definition of a fearless woman.

She stood in the room without a single sign of fear or doubt on her face as she held the rifle close to her. Noticing your eyes on her, she turned her gaze to you, she noticed the way you were begging for her mercy, her help. But instead she aimed her rifle at you and for a moment you thought it was the end.

The shot of the blaster broke the chains that tied you to the throne.

You fell to the dusty ground, already looking for her eyes, confused.

Any other bounty hunter would have killed you, any other would have not cared for a simple slave like you, anyone but her.

She saved your life, you wondered why.

Maybe she hadn’t done it on purpose, maybe she just missed the shot or maybe she did it because you asked her to, either way you were thankful this woman stepped into the palace.

The woman gestured to the servant stairs with her head for you to leave. You obeyed immediately but couldn't resist hiding behind the wall to see her next move. You were curious about her, about what she was doing here, who was her.

She stood quiet, keeping her rifle aimed at Fortuna who seemed scared, especially when he heard heavy footsteps and the recognizable sound of spurs walking down the main stairs.

"Boba, I thought you were dead." Fortuna nervously said in the usual huttese. "I am so glad to see you." He said trying to sound as calm as usual yet Fett didn't say anything. "I had heard my rumours." Was the last thing he said before the blaster hit him.

Boba Fett killed Fortuna without saying a single word. Holding your breath you saw the fat body of your old owner drop from his throne to the ground and you finally saw the legendary Boba Fett sitting on the throne, he looked imposing with his full armor and yet, you only had eyes for the woman who saved you.

You followed her every move around the throne to the bar in the back of the room where she found a bottle of spotchka and sat in the right arm of the throne. She gave Fett a victorious grin before taking a sip from the blue licor.

As she was drinking her eyes caught a figure peeking behind the wall across the room and a curious eye observing her.

Intimidated by her finding out about your presence you rushed down the stairs leading to one of the many servant rooms below the palace.

You were greeted by a handful of ladies, slaves just like you, all of them seemed afraid.

"What happened?" Asked one of them, completely in panic. "Why are you here?"

"We heard blasters." The girl by her side said.

You tried to put what you witnessed into proper words but you could only think about your savior, the woman with murder on her eyes yet somehow compassionate.

"Speak!"

"It was Boba Fett." you finally said "Killed Bib Fortuna, he's sitting on the throne now. I guess he's the new boss."

There was a collective gasp in the room, everyone seemed unable to believe your words. Murmurs filled the room as they discussed the stories they had heard or witnessed about this famous bounty hunter, it didn't matter to you, not at all at least, it was the woman sitting by his side what intrigued you the most.

"He let you go?" The younger girl in the room asked you with hope in her green eyes.

"No, it was the woman that came with him." You told her with a smile curving your lips, the same hope in your eyes. You wanted to know more about that woman, who owned your eternal gratitude and perhaps, she had just owned your heart as well.

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[tiffdawg]

in a moment of spontaneous inspiration, i wrote a little something with fennec shand (surprised? me too) to post this weekend. i don’t want to use my regular tag list bc i’ve never written for her character or any wlw pairs before. so if you’re interested... drop a comment below or pop into my inbox so i can tag you!

here’s a little teaser as a treat:

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#fennec shand #fennec shand x reader #fennec shand x female reader

[monako-jinn-stories]

Boba Fett X GN!Reader Fanfic

The Tribute

Master List

Chapter Two

Chapter One

Warning: reader is mentioned to be a slave in the beginning

You’re extremely nervous. You’ve heard about these bounty hunters before, and they aren’t joke. Boba Fett, survivor of the sarlacc pit, one of the first clones of the legendary Mandalorian Jango Fett, skills beyond his age. He is a ghost come back to life, a true legend. Fennec Shand, an assassin, mercenary, and bounty hunter, a reputation that spanned beyond the galaxy, and no joke to mess with.

“Why did it have to be me,” you mumble to yourself. You look around nervously, fleeting glances at the curious townspeople of Mos Espa around you. You fidget with your jewelry before you look at your destination again.

“Almost there, y/n,” you say, and when you reach the line, you take a deep breath. You don’t like being around these strangers, you feel unsafe and exposed.

“Ah, a fine young specimen you are,” the person in front of you says as he eyes you up.

“Back off, sleazeball,” you say, trying to sound confident. He just laughs, and takes a step towards you. You back up, glaring at him.

“You’d make a fine toy to have on my side,” he says, reaching out and grabbing your arm. His grip is tight, and you struggle to pull away.

“Let go of me!” you yell, and he just grins wider and pulls you closer.

“Next!”

“Oh, come on. Think of the possibilities I could give you,” he says, his other hand coming to grab your other wrist.

“Let! Go! Of! Me!”

“NEXT!”

“I could take you in, show you off as my personal escort.”

“Hey! It’s your turn, idiot! Go inside!” the person behind you says to your attacker.

“Ah, I will. Just when they listen to me and behave,” he says, a look of frustration growing on his face.

~~~

“What is the hold up?” Boba whispers to Fennec, brows furrowed under his helmet.

“I don’t know, maybe there was some kind of incident outside. I should go check-“

“No no, wait here. Don’t worry, they can sort their own scuffles out. Save your energy for more important things.”

“Like what? Receiving all these tributes?”

“Well I can’t have you falling asleep because you’re tired,” Boba chuckles.

~~~

“Man, just let them go! They’re not even with you. I saw them walking here alone, and you were already here before. Stop wasting everyone’s time because you want sex with some hot person,” the person behind you says. The man doesn’t let go though, and starts to drag you with him.

“Help me!” you shout, pulling with all your strength to try and pry your hands from his grasp. There’s a click behind your head, and then a blaster shot. You let out a small yelp, and the body in front of you disintegrates.

“Kriff!” you say, throwing the now bodiless hands from your wrists. “Why didn’t it disintegrate his hands?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t really care. Just get in there, give him your tribute, and leave. We’re all waiting,” your, quite reluctant, savior speaks. You gave him a brief nod before turning back to the entrance. The sick feeling comes back, and you take a shaky breath before stepping down the stairs.

The steps echo loudly under your feet, and you dread every sound you make. Your rapid breathing is like a roar, and your heart beating in your ears is deafening. You try to stop the shaking of your legs, but you’re not sure how well it works. Finally, you reach the last step and look up.

Kriff, that was already a mistake, you think. I should have been looking at them as I walked down. Should have kept my head up. The room is thick with tension, enough for you to choke on. The woman, who you assume is Fennec Shand, looks as though she’s picking apart every detail of you. The other, the one sitting on the throne who you assume is Boba Fett, is giving nothing away, except possible ease. The way he’s sitting, relaxed, not very concerned, suggests that either he doesn’t care, or that he’s enjoying his time.

“My name is y/n,” you say, giving a slight bow, “I come on behalf of everyone of the Zygerrian Empire. We hope to be able to peacefully continue to supply the palace with entertainment.”

“Entertainment? Is that what they call slaves?” Boba whispers to Fennec.

“The Zygerrian Empire has never been a respectable power. Their history of slavery expands long before the clone wars. Perhaps we should keep in contact with them, find a way inside to destroy their business.”

“Good idea,” Boba agrees, giving his attention to you again.

“And what tribute do you bring for the great Boba Fett?” Fennec asks, lifting a brow. You pause, fidget, stop yourself. Straightening up a bit, you try to look as confident and sure of yourself as you can.

“The Zygerrians have offered me, as tribute,” you say. The tension in the room builds extraordinarily fast, and you fight the urge to crumble into yourself. Fennec’s gaze has turned to absolute disgust, and Boba is now leaning forward in his throne.

“They what?” Boba asked, his voice laced with venom. You plant your feet to the ground, forcing yourself to stay where you are and not run away.

“They offered me, great Boba,” you say again. His fists clench, and Fennec stands from where she had been resting on the side of the throne.

“Disgusting creatures,” Boba sneers, standing up and taking a few steps before he pauses. You yourself had backed up when he stood, your eyes wide with fear as you watch him.

“Boba,” Fennec says, a slight warning in her tone. You’re thankful for the helmet he’s wearing, because you knew you would disintegrate like the attacker from before if you were to see his gaze.

“It’s okay, little one,” he finally speaks. His voice is soft, gentle. He slowly reaches out a hand, holding it out to you. You wait, chest heaving as you try to quell your panic.

“We won't hurt you,” he says, “I won't hurt you.” You remain where you are, unable to will yourself forward. You knew their reputation, how could you possibly trust them? Fennec is standing with her arms folded, you can see the confusion on her face. Even she doesn’t know what Boba is up to.

“Would you like me to sit back down?” Boba asks, and finally you gather enough strength to give a small nod. He nods back, and steps back to his throne.

“Please, don’t be afraid. We can help you,” he says. You look at him in both fear and confusion now. A bounty hunter, no, two bounty hunters, we’re going to help you? You can’t help but worry about what that could possibly mean.

“How?” you finally speak. Boba turns to look at Fennec, and she returns to her seat and leans over to speak to him.

“We can’t keep them, it won’t look good,” Fennec mumbles.

“Well we can’t just send them back either,” Boba counters. “They’re a slave, and you know how the Zygerrians treat their slaves.”

“Boba, what other choice do we have? If we just let them go, the Zygerrians could track them down and that would be a lot worse.”

“We let them stay,” Boba says. Fennec leans away from him, giving him a shocked and confused look. Her eyes search his visor, but she doesn’t get anything from it.

“You’re insane, we can’t have a slave!”

“They won’t be a slave. They’ll be free, but they can work for us, work for credits. We could give them a fine pay, and simple work. Really, it could just be small tasks here and there for, say, a fair amount of credits. Enough to live more than comfortably on.”

“Boba, we can’t just hand out our money either,” Fennec says, leaning back in.

“What other choice do we have? Like you said, we can’t have a slave, and having them just be let go, completely, would be bad if they were tracked down. If they stay here, work for us, they’ll be safe.” Fennec eyes Boba, a million thoughts racing through her head before she looks back at you. Your eyes flick to meet her gaze, and she lets out a sigh.

“Fine, but we have to do this right,” she says. Boba nods, looking at you again.

“We can help, if you will accept our offer,” he says. You nod, agreeing to listen. “We will set you free, but because of the danger, you will have to remain here to work for us. We can offer you pay-“

“I’ll do it,” you say, cutting him off. Your eyes widen then, a hand snapping up to cover your mouth. “Apologies, great Boba. I didn’t mean to cut you off. Please, forgive me-“ Boba cuts you off with a chuckle, and your eyes widen even more. Another wave of panic washes over you before he holds up a hand.

“My dear, do not apologize. It is a good feeling, knowing that I can help, and that you will eagerly take it. Please, interrupt all you like. You can speak freely here.”

“Thank you, great Boba,” you say, giving another slight bow.

“Ah, enough of the bowing,” he says, waving a hand. “And enough of this ‘great Boba’ nonsense. Boba is just fine.”

“Yes, Boba,” you say hesitantly. He looks at Fennec then, and they exchange a look.

“Now, since you will be with us, you don’t need to leave the palace. I will gladly show you to a room,” Boba says, standing again. Fennec stands as well, turning her back to you and placing a hand on Boba’s shoulder.

“Boba, not right now. We have more people waiting.”

“Those others can wait, Fennec,” Boba counters. Fennec shakes her head, nods towards you.

“They’ll be fine. I'll tell them where to wait, okay?”

“Fine,” Boba grumbles, sitting back down. Fennec turns to you then, and you fight the heat that threatens to cover your cheeks under her intense gaze.

“Y/n, if you will, please head down that hall and enter the first room on the left. Wait there for us, we will attend to you later.” You nod, bowing to her, before you straighten up.

“Yes, Sir Fennec.”

“Oh, I like that,” Fennec mumbles to herself, and Boba chuckles.

“Shall I start calling you Sir Fennec now?”

“Only in public,” she responds, letting a small smirk cover her lips. You walk away then, heading to where Fennec had instructed.

You sit in the room alone for a while, not really knowing what to do. There isn’t much in here, just a table, some chairs, and a couch. There aren’t any windows, so you can’t look out onto the streets. You also hadn’t brought anything, seeing as you really don’t own anything except what is on your body now.

As you’re sitting on the couch, eyes closed and mind drifting, there’s a light knocking on the door. You open your eyes and sit up, looking over to see Boba standing in the doorway.

“Hello, little one,” he says, “may I come in?”

“It’s your palace, isn’t it?” you joke, and he tilts his head towards you.

“Oh, yes-well I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it,” he says, and you smile and nod.

“Yes, Boba. I’m comfortable with you coming in.” He nods and steps inside, looking around briefly.

“On a scale of me sitting in the farthest chair, to me sitting on the couch next to you, how comfortable are you?”

“You can sit next to me,” you say, biting your lip to try and stop the smile from growing. He nods again, moving to sit next to you. His hands move up slightly, but they pause, and he seems to think over something before shaking his head slightly, and settling them in his lap.

“So, are you getting used to the place?” he questions, and you give him a confused look.

“Uh…I’ve only been in two rooms, but sure?”

“Oh, right!” he says, standing quickly from his seat. “I need to show you your room.”

“Oh, there’s no rush, if you want to sit and talk-“

“No no, it’s fine. I can take you now,” he says, moving to the door. Something in the way he seems to be in a rush to show you to your room, to get the task over with, stings. It almost feels like he doesn’t actually want to be around you.

He probably doesn’t, you think to yourself. I was just a slave before, I don’t have any value to him.

“Coming?” he asks from the door, and you nod, quickly standing to follow. “Would you like a tour, or just to be shown your room?”

“If you do a tour, make it quick,” Fennec says while walking by. “We have places to go, and people to talk to.”

“Ah, right,” Boba says, and his shoulders seem to drop the tiniest bit

“Just my room is fine, since you’re busy,” you say.

“Are you sure? I can make time for the tour.”

“I’m sure, Boba. You have more important things to worry about. And you could give me one later, when it doesn’t have to be rushed.”

“Yes, a tour later, that sounds great,” he says, his posture straightening again. He leads you down another hall, up a few stairs, around a turn, and down another hall. He walks slow at times, other times quickly, like he can’t seem to decide whether to rush or take his time. You walk in silence, and it’s not a very comfortable one. You want to say something, but you don’t know what.

“Are you enjoying being the king?” you finally speak, and he stops in his tracks and looks at you.

“King? My dear, I’m just a simple man, I’m not a king.”

“But you are. Well, more like a crime lord, but you’re kingly.”

“Ah, status is something that only benefits the ones at the top. I use the label when I need to, but I assure you, little one, I am no king. I’m just a simple man.”

“A simple man?” you question, raising a brow to him.

“Yes, a simple man,” he nods. “Just making my way through the galaxy.”

“Just making your way through the galaxy? Nothing else?”

“Well, yes, other things. But I am making my way through the galaxy,” he adds. “Like my father did before me.”

“Your father,” you repeat, sudden realization of who this “simple man” is, flooding you again. “I’ve heard quite a bit about your father. I’m sure he would be very proud of you.” Boba is silent as he stares at you, and you worry you’ve said the wrong thing. The silence continues, too long. You feel small under his gaze, and you take the slightest step back.

“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you-“

“No, no don’t say that,” he says, “you haven’t offended me. I just…no one’s ever told me that. It’s…nice.”

“Oh,” you say, and a small smile covers your lips again. “Well, I’m honored to be the first-“

“Boba! Hurry up! We need to go!” Fennec calls from down the hall.

“Ah, I’m sorry, but we’ll have to continue our conversation later. Here,” he says, taking a few more steps and reaching a doorway. “This shall be your room. I hope it's a good fit for you.” You step forward and peer inside, a gasp falling from your lips.

“Boba…” you mumble, stepping inside and looking around. You couldn’t believe it, this was yours. The room was massive, bigger than the room you’d shared with other slaves back with the Zygerrians. The bed, you had a bed. And windows that overlooked the city.

“Is it okay? If you don’t like it, I could let you choose-“

“Boba, it’s perfect,” you say, turning and grinning widely at him. “I’ve never had my own room or a bed before. It’s…amazing.”

“Well, I’ll let you enjoy it then. I’ll be back later, and then I can give you a palace tour,” he says, and you nod. “Goodbye, mesh’la.”

“Uh, excuse you?” you say, not knowing if he’d said a word or sneezed.

“Oh, it’s a Mando’a word,” he says, and he’s eternally grateful for the helmet on his head to hide his sudden deep embarrassment.

“Oh, what does it mean?”

“Uh…it means…friend,” he says, hoping you didn’t pick up on his frantic cover up.

“Oh, well, goodbye then, mesh’la,” you say back. Boba nods to you, taking a few small steps back before turning and walking towards where Fennec was calling him. You wandered over to the window, sitting down on the small seat under it. You watch as he and Fennec leave, heading off to whatever business they are attending. Boba gives a brief glance over his shoulder, looking back at the palace. You give him a small wave, and he returns the gesture before looking ahead again.

It’s a few hours later, as you’re sitting in your room, reading a random book you’ve found, when you hear them come back. You peer out of your room as you hear someone rushing down the hall, and gasp at what you see. The two Gamorrean guards that had left with Boba and Fennec are now practically dragging Boba down the hall.

“Is he okay?” you immediately ask, and the one closest to you shoves you into your room as he runs by. You fall back and hit the floor, but it doesn’t hurt. You’re used to this, being pushed around. You immediately stand back up, but as you try to rush to see, Fennec grabs your arm

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “If you’ve seen his face, that’s already more than he has allowed. Come back to your room, I’ll tell you what happened.” You stare at her for a second before nodding. She leads the way back and motions for you to sit. You do, but lean forward in anticipation as she begins to speak.

“We ran into some trouble on our way back from Garsa Fwip’s cantina. We were attacked, and Boba was electrocuted pretty badly. That, and still with the trauma to his body from the Sarlacc pit, he’s not in good shape,” she explained, before giving a small smirk and adding, “and he’s not as young as he once was.”

“Is he going to be okay?” you ask, looking towards the doorway.

“He’ll be fine, he just needs some time in the bacta pod. He’ll be back on his feet by tonight.”

“Good,” you say, relaxing a bit. “Hold on, you said he isn’t as young as he once was, but aren’t you older than him?”

“Yeah, I’m 16 years older, why?”

“Oh, it’s just funny you’re indirectly calling him old, when you’re older than him,” you laugh.

“Well at least I look better than him,” she jokingly snarks, and you laugh again.

“I can’t say you’re wrong, but I also didn’t get that good of a glance at him.”

“Good,” she says, more seriously this time. She stands, holding a hand out to you. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

Fennec takes you down to a big dining room. There’s a long table in the center, and there’s not much light for the room.

“I don’t know what you usually eat, but I can let you look through and find something you might like,” she says, walking to where the food was kept. You follow, watching as she opens a cabinet.

“I’m not too picky, I usually just ate whatever the Zygerrians bothered to give us,” you say. She turns to you and looks at you for a second, her expression blank before it turns soft.

“Hey,” she says, gently resting a hand on your shoulder, “you’re a real person, okay? You can make your own decisions. I know it’s going to take some time to get used to. Believe me, I’ve seen slaves set free before. You have to acclimate, and me and Boba will help as much as we can, and as much as you allow.”

“Thank you, Sir Fennec,” you say. She smirks again and rolls her eyes.

“You know, I like that title, but please, just call me Fennec. Fen for short.”

“Okay, Fen,” you say, your smile growing bigger. You look back at the food, reaching up and grabbing something you’ve never seen before. You study it, bringing it up to smell before holding it away in disgust.

“That’s actually really good,” Fennec laughs, taking it from you. “You just don’t want to smell it before it’s cooked.”

“You’re serious? This isn’t some kind of…prank?”

“No, y/n, I’m serious,” she chuckles. “Come on, I’ll show you how to cook it.” Fennec takes you over to the kitchen and grabs a few things. She gets out a few other ingredients as well before she motions for you to come over.

“Now, this is a meal I would have as a little girl. It’s very special to me, and I feel like me and you will become good friends, so I’ll share this with you.”

“Oh, Fennec, that’s really nice, but are you sure?”

“What, you don’t want to be my friend?” she asks in a lighthearted tone. You feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment, shaking your head quickly.

“No no, that’s not what I meant, I just-“

“Relax, y/n. I was just joking. I’m not the big scary lady you’ve heard stories about. I can be nice, and I can be your friend.”

“That would be nice, Fen,” you say.

“Besides, Boba’s taking quite the liking to you, and fast. I don’t think I have much of a choice on whether to like you or not.”

“Oh,” you say, suddenly feeling as though she’s not being genuine with her friendship.

“I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I meant, he wants you around, and I do as well. But even if I didn’t, you would still be welcome.”

“Ah,” you say, feeling slightly better. “Sorry, I’m just not used to this.”

“It’s okay, y/n. You’ll learn,” she says. “Now, let’s start cooking.”

The next hour or so is spent cooking the meal, and when you sit down to eat, you can’t help but let out a moan of absolute pleasure as it seems to just melt in your mouth.

“Fennec, this is amazing!” you say, not caring that your mouth is full as you speak. “Like, incredible! The best thing I’ve ever had!”

“I’d hope it’s better than what the Zygerrians gave you,” she laughs. “But don’t just thank me, you helped a lot.”

“Yeah, but without your instructions, I never could have done this,” you counter. She just rolls her eyes and takes a bite. You chat casually as you eat, getting to know one another. Fennec was right, she isn’t just a scary bounty hunter, she was actually a very interesting and likeable person. You, however, don’t feel the same about yourself. You don’t have much to tell, or talk about. Your life isn’t one that’s been interesting, or that good.

“Well, I hope you get to have lots of fun adventures now,” she says, setting her fork down. “Maybe I can take you around town later, but right now, I have to go meet someone.” You don’t miss the way her lips turn up at the mention of this someone, her eyes going distant for a second. You lean forward slightly, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Oh, who is this someone?” you ask, but she just laughs and shakes her head.

“She’s someone special to me, that’s all you need to know. Hopefully, if all goes well, you’ll meet them one day.”

“I think, as your new friend, I should have to approve of your dates first,” you tease.

“Never said she’s a date, and even if she is, I don’t think you’re anywhere close to being able to have the authority to approve of my dates. Not even Boba has that power,” she says.

“Hm, well, if you say so,” you say, standing from your seat as she did. “Thanks again for cooking with me, it was really fun.”

“No problem, y/n. Hopefully Boba will be out soon, I hate to leave you alone with no one really around.”

“It’s fine, I was alone earlier, I can find my own fun,” you shrug. “Actually, I was reading a pretty good book before.”

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it then. If I’m not home for dinner, tell Boba I’m with mesh’la.”

“Oh! He taught me that word! He said it meant friend.”

“Friend? Did he happen to call you mesh’la before he told you the meaning?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Oh, no reason,” Fennec says, turning before you could see her smirk. “I’ll see you later, y/n.”

“Goodbye, Fen. Have fun!”

She turns and waves before heading out, leaving you to wander back to your room and your book.

By the time the suns set, you haven’t moved an inch since sitting. The book was truly encapsulating. You don’t even notice the day go by as you’re wrapped into the story. Only when you’re startled by a knock on your door do you finally move, taking a pause from your story. You look over to see Boba peering in, his armor back on as he seems to be recovered.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, mesh’la,” he says, taking a step in. “I was wondering if you would like your tour now?”

“Uh, yeah, just a second,” you say, counting the pages you have left. “Just…give me like 15 more minutes, I’m almost done with this story.”

“Of course,” he says, hesitating in the doorway. “Mind if I sit in here?”

“Go right ahead,” you say, already going back to your story. You don’t rush through the rest, even though Boba was waiting. You like to enjoy your stories when you get the chance to read, fully absorbing every detail. You don’t realize that Boba’s watching you, observing your expressions as you read the last pages. He chuckles as they change from shock, to joy, to fear, to more shock, then relief, followed by another shock.

“No! Kriffing hells!” you say, throwing the book when you finish it.

“Something wrong?” Boba asks, and you snap your head to him before your cheeks boil with embarrassment.

“Oh, I uh…forgot you were here,” you mumble, but he just chuckles.

“No, it was quite the scene. I’ve read that one before myself, and believe me, my reaction was quite similar, though I’d say more destructive.”

“Really? What did you do?”

“I disintegrated the book,” he laughs, his whole body shaking with the memory. “My poor friend was so scared, he’d been relaxing and then he just heard me yell, followed by a blaster shot, and then a flame where the book once was.”

“Oh, that’s quite the reaction,” you laugh as well, before glaring at the book across the room. “Please tell me there’s another one after that.”

“Oh, there is. There’s actually a whole series, that was only the beginning.”

“Really? Do you have them? Can I read them?”

“Why of course you can read them,” he chuckles, “they’re all in this room. But, I must ask, would you like a tour first?”

“Oh, right!” you say, jumping up from your spot. “I’d love a tour!”

“Follow me then, mesh’la,” he says, leading you from the room. As soon as he takes a few steps, he stops and motions to the door across the hall. “This is where my room is, so if you ever need anything, I’m close by. Fennec is all the way on the other side of the palace.”

“I guess she doesn’t like to be around you much,” you joke.

“Ah, Fennec is more of a ladies woman,” he says.

“So she is on a date with that girl!”

“Date? Girl?”

“Oh, right. She told me if she’s not back by dinner, to tell you that she’s out with ‘mesh’la’.”

“Ah, I see,” he says, before turning and asking, “she didn’t tell you that meant something else, did she?”

“No, she just seemed kind of confused that I said it meant friend, and asked me if you’d called me that before you told me what it meant.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“I told her you did, and she just smirked. Why, does it mean something else?”

“No, I just don’t want her to tell you any lies,” Boba lies. Something about his reaction when he’d said it earlier, Fennec’s reaction, and his reaction now, was telling you that something was off, but you don’t push it. If he’s iding something, it’s probably best if you don’t pry.

“Right, back to the tour,” he says. “Down there is the medical room. There’s a bacta pod should you ever need it, though I hope you don’t. The first door before it is an office area, and then that’s all that’s down that way.” He leads you down the hall, to the main throne room where everything connects.

“Down that hall is where Fennec’s space is, I won’t go down there, as I don’t want to intrude. But, should she invite you, you’re more than welcome to go down there,” he says. He leads you to another hall, one you went down with Fennec earlier.

“This is the kitchen and dining area,” he says, stepping into the room. “Kriff, have you eaten anything today?”

“I made lunch with Fennec earlier,” you say, and he turns to look at you.

“You made lunch with Fennec?”

“Yeah, we made one of her favorite childhood meals.”

“Huh, she never lets me cook with her,” he mumbles to himself. “Well, perhaps I should cook one of my favorite meals with you as well. Are you hungry?”

“Oh, now that you say it,” you say, a hand going to your stomach as you laugh. “I guess I was too deep in my reading to notice that, yes, I am.”

“Getting caught up in reading is always an amazing thing,” Boba says before heading into the kitchen. He looks around, grumbles, and removes his helmet.

“Ah, much better,” he says, turning to look at you. You fight to hold back the small gasp at his appearance. You weren’t expecting him to be as handsome as he is, and you quickly look away as to not stare.

“Oh, sorry, are you not okay with this?” he questions, reaching for his helmet.

“No no,” you say, looking back at him, a little heat coming to your cheeks. “I just, wasn’t expecting this.”

“Am I not as attractive as you pictured?” he jokes, but you sense that it’s a cover up of disappointment.

“Oh, no! No that’s not it! You’re very handsome-I mean, well, like…” you scramble out, more embarrassment washing over you. You take a deep breath, settling your mind for a second.

“You are a handsome man, I just was not expecting you to be comfortable enough with me to reveal your identity.”

“Little one,” he says, reaching out and touching your chin lightly with his finger to make you look at him again. “I am more comfortable with you than you know. I wouldn’t have offered you a home if I wasn’t. And besides, I’m not going to wear my helmet all the time in my own palace.” You laugh with him at that, and nod your head.

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

“Now, shall we start cooking?”

You and Boba end up having a little bit too much fun while cooking. What starts as a simple little cooking lesson turns into a mess. You both laugh as you have a slight food fight with the ingredients, covering the kitchen with different spices and powders. When you’re finally finished messing around, the meal is done. Boba takes you to the room you had waited in before, sitting at the small table.

“I feel weird using a big table if there’s not that many people,” he says, motioning for you to sit as well.

“Yeah, it’s a bit weird,” you agree. You quietly eat in peace, enjoying your meal and each other’s company. You can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking, as his gaze looks distant whenever you look at him. However, you don’t notice that when you’re not looking, he’s looking at you. He finishes showing you the palace when you’re done, and gives you a few refresher supplies to clean yourself up from earlier. When you’re done washing up, Fennec’s back and she and Boba are talking in the throne room. You wander in, but instantly feel as though you’ve interrupted something important. You try to slip away unnoticed, but Boba stops you.

“Was there something you needed, little one?” he says, and you pause and turn.

“Oh, no…I was just coming to thank you guys again, for taking me in and treating me so kindly. I’m…surprised at your graciousness, and very appreciative.”

“Of course, mesh’la. And no need to thank us, we are more than happy to let you stay.”

“Some of us more than others,” Fennec mumbles as she smirks, and Boba grunts quietly to her.

“Well, thank you again. I’m going off to bed now, have a lovely night.”

“And you as well,” Boba says.

“Goodnight, y/n,” Fennec adds before you smile and walk away. Once you’re one Fennec smirks to Boba.

“You’re not very smooth, you know.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Boba defends.

“Oh, please. ‘Mesh’la means friend.’ We both know that was a cover up.”

“I’m just a bit out of practice, that’s all.”

“Who was the last person you even dated? Was it Lando?”

“Hush, we don’t speak that name.”

“You, Lando, and Han with your little love triangle. It’s cute. But not as cute as you trying to flirt with y/n.”

“I'm not trying, I am,” Boba says.

“Very badly,” Fennec mumbles before they continue the conversation you had interrupted.

When you’re alone in your room, you can’t help but feel as though today couldn’t have possibly happened. You’re afraid to close your eyes, as you fear that you’ll wake up from this dream. The Boba Fett, and the Fennec Shand had invited you to stay with them, offered you their protection, and offered to give you money to work for them. This was beyond bizarre, but you were beyond grateful for them.

*please inform me if I made any mistakes that include giving the reader a specific gender in case I missed in my proofread

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