#tbobf fanfic

[gloomwitchwrites]

Say Yes

Bounty Hunter Boba Fett x Female Reader

Content & Trigger Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): fluff, heavy suggestive themes, protective!Boba, Mandalorian!Boba, light angst, non-descriptive sex

Word Count: 2.5k

A young, handsome bounty hunter on Tatooine makes it a daily intention to ask you to marry him.

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Mando’a Translations: cyar’ika – darling / sweetheart riduur – partner / spouse “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde” – marriage vows

“Marry me, cyar’ika.”

You glance up from the worn open tome resting on the counter in front of you. “Again? Really, Boba?”

The Mandalorian helmet, dented with flaking green paint, tilts slightly to the right. “You called me ‘Boba’ this time,” teases the bounty hunter.

You roll your eyes and push off from the counter, cheeks heating even as you grumble in false irritation.

Boba Fett, Jabba the Hutt’s favorite mercenary for hire, has asked you to marry him every day for several weeks now. And each time, you have refused him. For the first few, you were overly polite. But as his attempts continued, your polite rejections transformed into snarky quips and blatant dismissals.

It’s not like you don’t find the man attractive. Underneath the armor is an incredibly handsome man, and his attention has always been sincere. But Boba Fett is a dangerous man, and you’re just a simple shopkeeper trying to make a living in Mos Espa. In that regard, the two of you are incompatible no matter how much he persists and chases after you.

“I like how you say my name,” continues Boba, his voice a soft purr. “Sounds beautiful on your tongue.”

“And you are too forward,” you snap, knowing that your sharpness is just a cover. Which is silly, because you do like him, and Boba seems to understand this. Boba burrows beneath your skin, and you cannot dig him out.

“Am I?” he asks with mock offense. You really want to throttle him, but you also really want to kiss him.

“Yes. I don’t know how many times I have to say this, Fett,” you emphasize, deliberately using his last name. “But a ‘no’ is a ‘no’ even if you don’t like it.”

Yep. Push him away. Keep pushing. Maybe he’ll take the hint this time.

Boba Fett stands tall, arms crossed over his chest, one hip slightly popped. With the helmet on, you have no idea what his expression might be or what he’s feeling. Not knowing is maddening, and it quickens your heartbeat, a growing tingle buzzing in the tips of your fingers.

“So, all those touches meant nothing to you?” he asks with just the faintest hint of roughness in his tone.

“Yes,” you lie.

Boba shifts on his feet, shoulders straightening. “What about all the kisses you’ve given me? Hm? Nothing?”

Kriffing hell, why is this man always so direct? It’s nice that Boba is good about telling you what he wants and what he’s thinking for the most part, but it always catches you off-guard. It makes you weak, melting you into goo that he can mold however he wishes.

“Those are not enough to build a marriage, Boba,” you shrug. “There has to be more.”

“But there is more.” He steps around the counter, stepping into your space. “Isn’t there?”

Boba is right. There is more. There has always been more. Whenever Boba is on Tatooine, he is visiting you, talking with you, bringing you gifts, fixing things around the shop without you having to ask. He has offered to take you out after you’ve closed shop. He routinely takes a personal interest in your safety and security. Because of that, no one bothers you or tries to harass additional credits out of you. They stay away and respect you because they see you as Boba’s woman.

And it isn’t only that. He only ever speaks softly to you. He only ever treats you with respect and shows general interest in your life. The most maddening thing is how many women have actively shown their interest in him to his face, and he has brushed them all aside. Even after all these refusals on your end, Boba still declines their advances, and shows up at your shop each day insisting that you marry him.

“Why do you keep denying this, cyar’ika? You know I’d make you happy.” Boba is standing too close, almost on top of you.

“The shop is closed,” you reply. “If you’re not going to make a purchase, you should leave.”

Boba nods his head and backs up, reaching for an item off the shelf without looking. He deposits some credits on the counter, much more than what the item is actually worth.

“I’ll return tomorrow,” he says over his shoulder, tapping the counter as he makes his exit.

The soft chime that alerts you to when the front door opens echoes throughout the room.

You’re in the backroom organizing. It’s the next day, and Boba hasn’t shown himself yet. This might be him, but it’s likely not. There are times when Boba does not come, and you are fully aware that those are times when Jabba sends him off for a job.

“Sorry. We’re closed.” You step out from the backroom and immediately freeze.

Three Nikto bikers loiter in the middle of the shop. It’s evident that they are not here to purchase anything. Their dark eyes roam over the shelves and tables, but once they notice you, they focus in, drawing closer.

“Apologies,” you say, attempting to project your voice, to sound tougher than you are. “We’ve closed for the evening. If there is something you need right away, I can ring you up. Otherwise, you’ll need to leave.” You do your best to keep your voice steady and calm, but you hear the gentle shake.

“This street is our new territory,” hisses the leader of the group. “We were stopping by to offer our…services.”

Services, meaning protection, meaning “pay us or you’ll be a target.”

Tatooine might be overrun with crime lords and criminal activity, but the main powers at play are not known to harass the smaller folks just trying to make a living. These are outliers. These are individuals who answer to no one but themselves, and believe they can carve a piece out for their own gain.

Rarely are they ever successful, but that doesn’t mean they don’t try.

Just as you open your mouth to reply, the soft chime comes again. This time everyone turns and you sigh with relief when you see who it is.

“Boba Fett,” says the Nikto slowly. His shoulders stiffen and they all put their hands on their blasters.

The bounty hunter does no answer right away. His helmet moves, scanning the Nikto, and then you, assessing. Even from across the shop, you sense Boba’s anger. There are few things that rile him up, but you’re one of them.

“It’s not smart moving in on Jabba’s territory. Or to harass what’s mine.” When Boba says mine, he growls it. The possessiveness in his tone heats your flesh, sends a sharp spike of desire down to your belly.

The Nikto all glance at each other before the leader addresses Fett. “We didn’t know the female was yours, Boba.” He holds his hands out in a placating gesture, indicating that he didn’t mean any harm. Yet you know that isn’t true. Their intention from the start was to harass you for credits.

You scoff at female but decide to let it go.

“I think it’s best that you leave.” Boba steps to the side.

The duo glance at their leader for direction. The Nikto’s features are impassive, but he eventually inclines his head, exiting as Boba insist they do. When the last one leaves, Boba momentarily glances in your direction. The door stands open, and Boba exits with him.

When it whooshes shut, you sprint over to the wall panel, immediately engaging the lock and shuttering the windows. You stand in the silent shop for a few minutes trying to calm your heartrate. Once it’s manageable, and not beating so hard it might burst from your chest, you head upstairs to your small apartment above the shop.

By the time you’re curled up in bed, you’re no longer anxious, but there is the slightest bit of tension that lingers in your limbs. Sighing, you turn over in the bed, only to hear the brief pulse of a jetpack shutting off and boots on the small balcony outside your bedroom window.

Slowly, you push up to sitting, the bedsheets falling to your waist. You know it’s Boba. He does this some nights. Camps out and protect you in the only way he knows how because you’re too stubborn to take him up on his numerous marriage proposals.

Tonight, it’s obvious as to why he’s out there. Part of you is reluctant to leave him outside. You’d prefer it if he were with you, within arm’s reach, to see him without the helmet. Plus, nights on Tatooine can grow cold. You want him inside where it’s warm.

On quiet feet, you go to the door that leads outside. Opening it silently, you stick your head out into the chilly air, finding Boba as he leans against the exterior wall, arms crossed.

“You should be in bed, cyar’ika,” chides Boba playfully.

You swallow, suddenly nervous now that you’re confronting him. “Do you want to come inside?” you ask, a bit hesitantly.

Maybe it’s the uncertainty in your tone, or the way you shrink back a bit into the interior of the room, because Boba is suddenly alert, all of his attention attuned to you.

Boba immediately pushes off from the wall and approaches you, his hand on the door, pushing it wider. “Are you hurt? Did one of them touch you?”

You shake your head vehemently. “No. I’m fine. Promise.”

Boba’s chest heaves slightly but you’re not sure if it’s from his sudden movement or a releasing of relief. He glances over his shoulder at Mos Espa, the t-shaped visor of his helmet fixated on the city’s skyline. Turning back, Boba nods.

You step away from the door and Boba enters. Even with the door closed and the windows’ shutters slanted to dim the moonlight, some of it still spills over the room like tiny white rivers.

His helmet hisses as the pressure seal disengages. Slowly, Boba lifts the helmet off his head and sets it aside on a nearby table. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, the ends sticking up slightly after he does so. With the faintest movement, Boba turns, and that moonlight cuts sharp glowing lines over his face, highlighting tanned skin and dark eyes.

You don’t even realize you’re moving closer to him until Boba grabs you by the waist and pulls you against his armor-clad body. Instinctively, your hands reach out, locking onto the beskar. Boba’s head dips and yours rises to meet him automatically, and yet there is no connection. It is simply holding, a waiting between two hesitant people.

“You haven’t asked me to marry you today,” you murmur.

The corner of Boba’s lips turns upward in a soft smile. “Will you marry me, cyar’ika?”

“No,” you say automatically, before the two of you start laughing.

“Let’s try that again.” Boba reaches up and cradles your cheek. “Cyar’ika. Will you marry me? Will you allow me to speak the words of my people? And will you speak them back?”

The words of his people. The Mandalorian marriage vows. You are distinctly aware of what they are and what they mean. Which is why Boba’s earnestness isn’t fake to you. Mandalorians take their weddings vows seriously even though the process of exchange is simple. It is the intention behind the exchange that is most important to them.

That is how you know Boba speaks the truth, that him asking you to marry him is a genuine desire of his.

“Passion does not make a relationship,” you reply.

The answer is a shift away from actually having to answer. How many times have you and Boba ended up on the floor of the backroom after rejecting him? It’s more than you can count on your hands.

“That’s all this is to you?” he laughs. “You know I can give you more. I do more than that now.”

You curl forward a bit, rest your forehead against the beskar. “I’m scared,” you whisper.

“Of what?”

“Of what will change.”

Boba’s fingers brush under your chin and lightly guide your gaze back to his. “I wouldn’t ask you to give anything up.”

“Yes, but—”

Boba gives the slightest shake of his head and you instantly quiet. “Do you want me?” he asks. “Tell the truth.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want you,” you breathe, allowing the words to drip off your tongue.

“May I have one of your kisses?” he asks softly, one gloved thumb lightly pressing down on your bottom lip.

“Yes,” you breathe.

Boba closes the distance, forms perfectly to you. It is slow and delicate and sweet. Your body hums with energy, and when you press for more, Boba growls and pulls back, hastily ripping off his gloves to reveal his bare hands.

Then he’s cupping the side of your face, drawing you back to him, tasting and tasting and tasting until your fingers are clawing at him in desperation. When he breaks the kiss, you still lean forward as if you can reach him.

“Then repeat the words with me, cyar’ika. Become my riduur.”

Boba presses his lips to yours, draws forth an air-stealing shiver from deep within your lungs.

“Mhi solus tome.”

“Mhi solus tome,” you repeat.

We are one together.

Boba slides an arm around your waist to drape softly over your curves. “Mhi solus dar’tome,” he says.

You say it back to him. “Mhi solus dar’tome.”

We are one when parted.

“Mhi me’dinui an.”

“Mhi me’dinui an.”

We share all.

This time, Boba slots his pelvis against yours, and you understand his heated intention.

“Mhi ba’juri verde.”

“Mhi ba’juri verde,” you say with shaky breath.

We will raise warriors.

Boba snuggles the side of your neck, breathes in your scent. “I’d like to lay with my riduur.” His fingers find the edge of your sleeping robes.

“As long as I can have my riduur the same way.”

Boba grins against your throat. Together, the two of you remove his armor, piece by piece by piece. The moment his flightsuit is unzipped and he steps out of it, Boba is on you, drawing your lips to his, desperately claiming what is now so rightfully his.

Your own clothes are gone before making it to the bed. Boba runs his hands over your back, sliding down to lift you into his arms. Your legs wrap around his middle, and Boba carries you off, placing you gently onto your back.

His mouth upon your skin is a brand. Hot. Searing. It goes lower, lower still until you’re crying out for him, begging for him to be with you as your riduur should. Boba is happy to do so, sliding between your thighs so perfectly, you both lose yourselves momentarily before becoming nothing but a raging storm, waves crashing into each other repeatedly until one of you breaks.

Rest does not come until the morning suns begin to ascend over the horizon. You do not open your shop. And Boba does not return to Jabba’s palace.

There is peace for a while.

Harmony.

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 20- Toys

Fennec Shand x fem!reader

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), pwp, established relationship, soft dom!Fennec, toys, praise, no use of y/n

Notes- My love for Fennec is undying and she needs more love than she gets here!! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“Look at you,” Fennec purred as she eyed your figure, “So beautiful,” she ghosted her fingers along your bare skin, “So ready for me.”

“Fennec… Please don’t tease me today,” you begged as you bucked your body into her touch.

She gave you a fake pout, “Oh, but it’s so much fun, my dear.”

You looked up at her from where you laid naked on the bed with a pleading expression, “Please…” the word came out as a desperate whine.

Fennec narrowed her eyes as the tone of your voice went right to her pussy. You knew how to tug at her strings, and she was sure you knew her weakness was when you begged like that. She didn’t even have to tie you down; you stayed still on the bed just from her command alone. Fennec had you wrapped around her finger… but you also had her wrapped around yours.

She reached out and caressed your cheek tenderly, “Alright my love,” her tone softened, “What will it be tonight?” Fennec always gave you a choice. Your ability to choose for yourself was important to her, as was your safety. She looked out for you, both in the bedroom and out of it.

“The cock,” your voice strained as you gripped the sheets below you in anticipation, “For both of us.” 

A smirk lit up Fennec’s face, “An excellent choice, my love,” she purred as she reached for the toy.

You wiggled your hips as you readied yourself. From her position between your parted legs, you knew Fennec could see how turned on you were. You could feel your pussy drip as she got the toy ready, and a small whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“Eager, are we?” Fennec asked in a teasing tone.

“Yes, Fennec,” you breathed.

“Good girl,” she cooed as she settled between your legs and eyed your dripping pussy, “You are ready for this already.”

“I told you,” you whispered, “I can’t take the teasing tonight.”

Fennec usually liked to make you beg and plead for her. She loved to play with you, dangle you on the edge for as long as you could stand it until she gave in and gave you what you wanted. She thrived on the expressions and sounds you made as she brought you to the edge before yanking you back again. Fennec spent hours between your legs until you were completely spent before she even thought about her own pleasure. Hell, she even got off herself just on getting you off. But tonight was different. Tonight you needed her and she needed you. 

“Can I watch?” your eyes dropped down to her own pussy as she held the toy close.

Fennec fought to suppress a moan of her own, “Only if you ask nicely,” he smirked, regaining her composure. 

“Please,” you pleaded.

“That’s my good girl,” she purred as she posited one end of the double sided toy at her entrance.

Fennec let out a moan as she slowly pushed one end of the toy inside her, encouraged by the way you watched with sharp eyes. She breathed heavily as she positioned it deep inside her with the other half sticking out and reeled forward to hover over you.

“Fuck,” you breathed.

She smiled down at you as she positioned the other end at your entrance, “Your turn,” her tone was low as she pushed the tip into you.

You cried out as the thick toy slowly stretched you out. Fennec took great care with you, knowing full well she picked a toy with more girth. But, watching you writhe and moan under her almost made her break her composure and she jerked her hips forward until the toy filled you to the brim.

Both of you gasped as Fennec’s hips met yours. She paused for a moment and looked you over to make sure you weren’t hurt. Your eyes had fluttered shut and you let out slow, heavy breaths as you adjusted to the fullness. But, feeling her gaze on you, you opened your eyes and your heart fluttered in your chest when you saw the way Fennec looked at you.

“I’m alright,” you said, knowing what she was thinking, “Please move,” you pleaded.

Fennec grinned as she leaned forward and took your lips with hers. As your lips parted for her, she thrust her hips forward, swallowing the moan you let out. She started a slow you por[ouseful rhythm, pulling the toy almost completely out of you before slamming back into you hard.

You dropped your head down onto the bed and let out a loud cry of pleasure. Wrapping your arms around her, you surrendered yourself to Fennec as she kept her slow yet firm pace. And you let out a whimper when you felt your pussy against yours, your clits rubbing together and creating that much needed friction.

“Fuck… Fennec…”

“You’re so beautiful, my dear,” she cooed as she picked up her pace, fucking you with the toy.

“Please… Fennec…” you didn’t even know exactly what you begged for, you just knew you needed her.

“I’ve got you, love,” she whispered as she thrust the toy into you harder and faster, “Cum for me.”

Skin slapped against skin as Fennec lost control of her pace and rocked into you with abandon. The toy that filled you both and connected you both hit spots that dove you both wild as Fennec found a new angle. Both of you let out loud moans and you lost yourselves in each other. 

Clinging to her, your limbs trembled as your orgasm hit without warning. The warmth spread from your core as Fennec’s toy filled you and her clit rubbed against yours. You let out a loud scream as your climax washed over you.

Fennec was right behind you. Watching you fall apart under her was the last thing she needed to fall apart herself. Feeling your body against hers and hearing you scream her name made her groan, and Fennec leaned forward and bit down on you hard as she came just as hard as you did. She came so hard she saw stars, but the only star that mattered to her was you.

Fully spent, Fennec collapsed down on top of you with a heavy breath. You immediately wrapped your arms and legs around her, holding her close and stroking her back as she came down from ehr high. Fennec never felt anything like this before, and she never had anyone treat her so tenderly as you did. You were special to her, and she never wanted to let you go.

Luckily for Fennec, you were content right where you were. Being under her was the best place in the galaxy to you, where you felt safe and loved and satisfied. Especially when she fucked you like that.

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[shortmage]

BobaDin AU Bingo: Paranormal [Haunted Din]

the concept for this fic has been in my head for so stinking long, the doc is actually a year old, but the au bingo (@bobadinweek) helped give me the impetus to finish. hope you all enjoy!

and with this fic, here is the state of my bingo card (below the cut) at this time! only a little bit longer to go but im gonna do my damnedest to get that bingo!

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[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: September 11

Oooof. I did a lot of Pero last week and I’ll be spending the next week focusing on another Pedro. So this week it’s a miscellany...with bonus non-Pedros....what?

MULTI

Euclidian Geometry by @leslie-lyman Okay, sure, there’s some smut involved, but really, the way Pero, Jack, and Frankie need each other, find solace in each other and in the reader...I can’t tell you what a beautiful surprise it was to expect wall-to-wall sex but be given deep, deeeep feelings. Not usually a reader of poly-fic myself, but I trust Leslie and if she goes there, I will follow. So glad I did.

How Did You Love 7 by @writeforfandoms This time it’s Jack’s turn to make a play for the chance to stay by your side. As always with Jen’s Jack, I just wanna bask in his warm protectiveness all damn day. And as much as I love Ezra, I have to say he irritated me a little this time...

The Infinity Cube Part 20 by @littlemisspascal Apart from an epilogue coming, this is the final chapter...and it’s a great one. Rae has stolen my heart with this fic...and trapped it inside. If you haven’t started on this one yet and have been waiting for a conclusion, now’s your time.

You’re the Light (Dragonrancher Jack Daniels universe) by @writeforfandoms Now we’re really getting into some mystery as the Thief shows up with some important information about Eggsy and his mom...

Formula 101 - Prologue: September by @littlemisspascal  Rae’s coming strong out of the gate on this one, the first “media fic” AND the first sport / driving fic I’ve ever delved into. It’s teeming with easter eggs not only with its media format and clickable links, but in characters and places from the Pedro universe (as well as a couple of other universes) and some other recognizable faces come up.  So much fun. And if you don’t know anything about F1 racing, you will be taken care of here as Rae uses the format to explain the basics in a format that’s quick and easy. GET IT.

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JOEL MILLER

Loss by @radiowallet I feel like when Joel hits there will be so much beautiful angst in this fandom. Cat is starting us out strong by jumping off that “you have no idea what loss is” line from the teaser. Short and poetic, she’ll break your heart with every word.

A Fascination by @iamskyereads  Even though I’m not familiar with the character, I feel like this fic takes the time it needs for Joel to open up and let someone in. And when he does, whoo boy, it is savory and sweet in all the right spicy ways.

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DIETER BRAVO

Locked Down Part 17: The Bubble, Part 18: The Return, Part 19: The Carpet, Part 20: The Admission and Part 21: The Reveal by @something-tofightfor​ Okay, I meant to read like two chapters per FTLOF, but I had to stand in some long lines this week and needed reading material and I can’t get enough of these two. So now I’m caught up and I want more and I am just hooked on how much these two love and trust one another. How they acknowledge what’s hard and what’s unconventional and how they take care of each other through it even if they’re not together. I’m so in awe of this story and the whole relationship, it feels so alive...

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MAX PHILLIPS

Long Term Position by @blueeyesatnight I love a Max fic where the reader hates him intensely and for good reason, but in the end he’s able to break down barriers and get through to the heart by being no less shitty than he always is. I don’t know how Blue weaves this magic, but here it is.

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MARCUS MORENO

A Good Man: 4 Days West by @radiowallet I admit that I came upon Cat a little late to jump on the Poorly Wired Circuit wagon (but am looking forward to the novelization!!!!) so I’m excited to be able to get on board at the start of this one. I don’t read Marcus often, but Cat’s gorgeous writing always pulls me in and she has such a deep love of the character that I know I’m in good hands. And a western AU to boot? Yee haw. Sign me up.

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THE THIEF

An Unexpected Surprise by @mandosmistress A fun and flirty cat and mouse exchange between the Thief and a security systems expert in the wine cellar of a wealthy client...with a delicious little twist at the end.

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PERO TOVAR

The Debt by @prolix-yuy This is one of my new favorites. Pero is such a perfect blend of grumpy and touched here. He’s such an ass but at the same time, knows when to spend his moments of sincerity. I love the subtle yearning, the respect, the unspoken camaraderie. And I love a lady badass. Chef’s kisses and cakes.

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BONUS BAILEY CORNER - NON-PEDROS (with a pinch of Din)

KHONSHU

Like a Prayer by @unhinged-summer-fun Bailey could have written a straight up, full stop, beak-fucking fic, and she kinda did, but really, that’s just a small part of it. The path there is a lovely build of modern-day magic; the way the life of an everyday woman can catch the ear of an ancient god. And his eye. And his soul. And other parts.

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BOBA FETT

The Book of Boba Fett (Bailey’s Version) by @snarwor Look. I am just fine with TBOBF. I liked it just fine and I enjoyed watching it. But I think it could have been so much better. Bailey does too...and she nails it. From letting the Tuskens live, to getting them involved in the fight, giving Boba motivation for redemption, giving Din reason to choose his path, making Cobb and Fennec more active players, and just cutting out the gristle. I love this version. I kind of wish I hadn’t read it because I really really want this to be canon....

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Royal Diaries - Chapter 6

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Pairings: Boba Fett x OC (Cinderella), Din Djarin x OC (Snow White)

Rating: T

Warnings:  Being electrocuted, whipped, duel, implied killings, I think that’s it. If I miss any please let me know

Word count: 5,902

Authors’ Note: Hello lovelies,

Man it’s so awesome to be back and writing, I am sooooo sorry I wasn’t able to upload anything in October, but it was a really rough month for me. I had a migraine practically everyday, and I still had to go to work. It got so bad that at one point I had to go to the ER because none of my meds were doing anything. I’ve missed you all and love oo.

I am currently working on SOTF (Sins of the Father) and hoping to upload in two weeks, this is the longest I’ve going without updating any of my stories without being on hiatus and it’s killing me. Thank you for bearing with me in the meantime. Thank you @firstofficerwiggles for being an amazing writing partner. LOVE OO.

Drawing done by @imabeautifulbutterfly

Cinderella’s eyes focused on the carbonite, her sister’s face was still as beautiful as she remembered. She couldn’t see the full hall below from her vantage point, one thing was definitely sure, they were outnumbered at least ten to one.

“How many guards do you guys figure?”

Din leaned over trying to get an estimate, he could see the outline of a further five tables each looked packed, “Well if the tables I’m seeing are as big as the ones in view right now, I’m thinking at least 80 maybe 95 Crimson Dawners down there.”

“I would think more” Boba interjected, “Those are the ones that can be seen, what about those that can’t. I’m going to say at least 50.”

“Either way, we’re outnumbered” Cinderella’s eyes took in every aspect before she settled herself down against the barrier, “We’ll have to plan this out carefully, otherwise it could mean the end for all of us.”

Diary of Cinderella D’arbav of Mandalore

If I had known those words would’ve led us to the predicament we now found ourselves in, I would’ve kept my mouth shut. As wonderful as Boba is, and as astonishing as Mand’alor Djarin is, neither of them expected for things to go so wrong. Our plan was to wait till the partying had died down, and most went to their sleep cycle. With most off-duty, moving about the compound should have been easier.

The three of us split up, I hid myself in the air ducts, using them to move me closer towards Snow’s slab, while Din and Boba moved through the hallways, sticking to the shadows. Our goal was to limit the body count as much as possible, keeping our presence as close to invisible as possible.

Everything was going great, and yet in a moment that I live over and over again in my head, someone tripped an alarm. Who it was? Where it was tripped from? I hadn’t the foggiest ideas. All I could do was wait and watch from my spot, there was nothing I could do as twenty guards took Boba into custody after mowing down thirteen of their own guards, and Din had another fifteen guards escorting him after he took down fifteen of their own men.

Great! Now what do I do? Either way I needed to make a decision, either I continue on the original plan to retrieve Snow or I do what I can to save Boba and Din. Do I stay or do I go?

As much as Cinderella wanted to go after Boba and Din at that very moment, truth of the matter was, she only had a limited time to rescue Snow before the rest of the guards came looking for her. Although, Cinderella knew those two would’ve rather endured torture before giving away her position.

She finally made it to the dining hall, where Qi’ra’s throne was; it had been emptied. At that moment, it struck her, she hadn’t seen a guard for a good twenty minutes; although she didn’t see anyone she lowered herself down from the air duct careful of every noise and movement around her.

It wasn’t long before she was standing in front of Snow’s carbonite form, she was dismayed yet relieved to see her sister’s face, she looked calm, peaceful even. Her helmet held carefully in her hands, despite it being covered in the dark grey carbonite, Cinderella could still see her famous blue, red and golden design, her sister spent days planning and painting. She could even see spots where Snow’s armour peering out amongst the cold carbonite. 

Cinderella looked at the vitals on the display readout on the side of the carbonite, everything was still in the green. Snow’s heartbeat, pulse, brain function, everything was normal. Cinder’s eyes focused on the readout that stated duration in carbonite, it read 6 years, 9 months, 23 days. She closed her eyes, knowing this hellish prison Snow was trapped in for so long was no one else’s fault but Cinderella’s own. The guilt she felt began to overwhelm, and it would’ve caused her to shut down, had it not been for the realization she still need to get her out of there, she quickly rested her head against the side of the carbonite thanking the maker she had finally found Snow.

Cinderella moved methodically and efficiently as she examined every inch of the carbonite, making sure there was no trigger or booby-trap set to alert anyone if she removed Snow from her perch. It took her longer than she wanted but pretty soon she was able to lower Snow and get the carbonite’s hover system operational.

She wanted to wake her up right there and then however there were a number of issues with that idea. First, Snow’s health when she came out of carbonite. She wouldn’t be able to guarantee her sister would make it, and she didn’t want to risk her health any more than absolutely necessary. Second, between transporting Snow and finding the other two twiddle dees, she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Snow to the degree she wished. She needed to store her sister somewhere safe first, she could hide her on Boba’s ship, unfortunately, at the present time it was surrounded by Crimson Dawners.

Her only option would be to hide her somewhere, she wouldn’t be easily discovered. Cinderella, remembered Din mentioning he had passed a storage room that contained empty carbonite containers, she always remembered her father used to say, ‘Nothing works as well as hiding beskar amongst polished durasteel, only the wise can find the true treasure.’

She inched her way along the corridor, the lack of guards was really starting to concern her. It was one thing to see the occasional guards here and there, but to see no guards, not even the hint of a guard, could only mean Boba and Din were in danger. Cinderella worked quickly to make sure Snow was properly stored away and hidden. As much as she didn’t want to leave her sister, she needed to get back to the two dummies who had somehow managed to get themselves captured.

Leave it to Mandalorians to hold a duel just as soon as they have a moment to deal with their intruders. Diary I’m sure you would’ve been just as shocked as I was, when I came upon an arena filled to the brim with observers, all chanting in one voice ‘Long Live Lady Qi’ra,’ followed in quick succession with ‘Rise New Mand’alor’, I guess if you have a chance at the darksaber, you take any opportunity that’s presented, regardless of how impractical it could be. 

Cinderella climbed higher to get a better vantage point, hoping to truly see who was down there with Qi’ra.

The petite woman may have appeared sweet and innocent, but in truth she was more skilled and vicious than any viper. There were rumours about her previous masters and the training she received. Watching her fight in the arena, clearly showed the rumours surrounding her train were accurate, her training leaked through with every thrust of her sword, every parry, every time she blocked one of the darksaber's attacks. She was aggressive, defiant, and brilliant display of fury and beauty.

Cinderella watched as Qi’ra’s and Djarin’s swords clashed again and again, each time they met their swords whistled and sang adding to the noise from the spectators. The growing pandemonium began to shake the very foundation of the arena, yet no one seemed alarmed.

Unable to do anything, she watched as Din avoided Qi’ra’s attacks relentlessly, he looked as though every movement was a struggle, as if the darksaber grew heavier with each swing he took. In a moment, where Din seemed exhausted, Qi’ra managed to land a blow against the darksaber, the impact clearly took a toll on the Mand’alor. Yet, he found his footing and regained his strength.

Cinder’s eyes shifted from Din and found the familiar green Mandalorian armour she had grown to love in the past month and a half. Her eyes locked on his visor, although he couldn’t see her, she could see how much he hated watching Djarin in the ring with Qi’ra. Boba’s hands clenched against his arms, if his fists tightened anymore, his gloves would easily tear. She wanted to comfort him, to be there holding his hands, but now was not the time.

Watching Djarin standing his ground made me respect him a little more, even if it showed that he really didn’t know what he was doing with that sword. It looked like the sabre was fighting against him with each step he took and clearly he was losing against the darksaber. The times I’d seen Snow practice with the sabre she was smooth, it appeared as an extension of her body, never once did it seem that she had to fight it to obey her. Maybe the issue was Din and not the sword itself, the only one who could help him was stuck in carbonite, no doubt when Snow wakes up, she’d be willing to help the bumbling idiot understand how to use the sword as it was meant to … well maybe. 

Din was getting more and more annoyed at Qi’ra, she was smaller and quicker on her feet than he had expected, it almost felt she was trained by several different masters, yet she masterfully combined their teachings into her own style. If it wasn’t throwing him off, he would’ve been impressed with her skills, yet there was something odd about her sword that made her strikes harder than it should’ve been. 

Cinderella watched from the rafters, keeping her eyes on Qi’ra, she noticed every so often her thumb and forefinger seemed to move over her hilt, tapping in certain spots. She focused on the hilt of her sword, when she realized there was some sort of battery pack attached to it, what it did was anyone’s guess.

Feeling utterly helpless and useless, Cinderella watched as Qi’ra made one final move thrusting her sword into Djarin’s side. She could feel her breath leave her as he dodged Qi’ra’s strike just in time, knocking her sword out of her hand.

Judging by the silence filling the arena, the crowd clearly weren’t expecting to see their leader defeated. However, she wasn’t giving up so easily. Cinderella watched in horror as three guards came up behind Djarin, a vibro-whip came unfurling out from beside each of them, without warning all three electrocuted him while his back was towards them.

Din got the wind knocked out of him as he felt thousands of volts coursing through his body, he fell to his knees without hesitation, his strength and endurance evaporated when he saw Qi’ra’s sword fly out of her hand. His chest tightened as he tried to regulate his breathing, his heart was pounding in his ears as the blood coursed through faster and faster, he felt his nerves jittering and jumping from the electricity still flowing through his body. Just as he was about to regain his strength he felt a sharp sting along his side, across the back of his legs, with each sting the tightness in his heart and the pounding in his ear increased. Before long he started seeing black spots, until his visioned darkened completely.

Boba watched from the side lines, his hands clenched against his sides as he saw the Mand’alor being cheated and treated disrespectfully. He won the duel fair and square but that wasn’t good enough for the likes of these so called Mandalorians. He watched helplessly from the side as they continued to whip Djarin, even though all indications were he was unconscious. Boba had a great deal of respect for the Mand’alor. In fact, he viewed him as his brother; a more legitimate brother than all those clones, who’d call each other vod pretending to form some form of familial sentiment.

The burning anger within him, made him want to rush out there and deal with those guards. Yet, he knew, if he did it would mean certain death for the both of them. Right now, they needed to endure until they could get away. There wasn’t much for Boba to do, except watch as Qi’ra stood from where she fell, wiping off the dust in the most nonchalant way possible as she strolled over to the unconscious Din, slowly lowering herself as she yanked the darksaber from his clutched hand. Her actions were contradictory in every sense of the word, she exuded charm and lady-like behaviour, yet her mannerisms were crude and rough.

She examined it carefully, slowly raising till she stood tall and proud. Watching the spectators carefully for their reaction, she thrusted her hand in the air displaying the sword as some would-be victor. The crowd roared and stomped their feet against the ground, causing a gigantic uproarious cheer of support to the woman who cheated in order to achieve the mantle of Mand’alor.

I was absolutely and utterly disgusted by this low act of Lady Qi’ra, a true Mandalorian, a true ruler of Mandalore would honour the act of defeat. To lose in battle to an opponent that is stronger, wiser, faster than you is an honour all Mandalorians hold dear. However, she betrayed that loss and took it upon herself to betray the duel and claim the darksaber for herself as though she was the true victor. Although, I may not fully be on board with Djarin being Mand’alor, he won the darksaber fair and square. He has more than earned the right to be the Mand’alor, I vow, I’ll make sure to retrieve the darksaber for him, for the true ruler of Mandalore.

Cinder watched as the spectators all headed towards their quarters, while Lady Qi’ra headed towards a lift that took her away from everyone, she lived in the highest tower, no doubt a penthouse filled to the brim with security measures and personnel.

She focused her attention back on Boba and Din, watching as they dragged the unconscious Din away, followed by the well guarded Boba. His hands still clenched by his side, Cinderella wanted to reach out and hold his hand, help him relax, him to realize that they weren’t out of options. Watching them being taken away made her stomach tighten, that was her family. She was going to get them back.

Cinder debated for a second who to go to first, Lady Qi’ra to retrieve the darksaber or to her travelling companions; before she even realized her mind had made a decision, her feet were guiding her to where she needed to go. She was light on her feet, as she made down the corridor taking out any guard who happened to pass her path and disposing of their body in a storage closet nearby, hoping to keep things quiet for as long as possible, the time for diplomacy was over, they dared to touch her family and she was going to make them pay.

“Djarin, you awake?” Boba called over to the younger Mandalorian, they needed to find a way out of there, the sooner the better. Despite how much pain he was probably in, and how much he didn’t want to exasperate his injuries what they need … what Boba needed was for Djarin to wake up, so they could find his little one as soon as possible.

Thankfully, it seemed the guards were completely unaware of Cinderella, that knowledge was the only thing that was giving him peace of mind.

Regardless of their circumstances, they still needed to find a way to get out of their cells, find Cinder, get the carbonite back to his ship and then get the hell out of Crimson Dawns territory.

“Din, answer me” his patience was running out, he felt like a trapped animal losing his mind with each passing second. Boba heard a barely audible whimper. “Djarin, can you hear me?” There was a sound of another painful whine, before Boba heard a shift.

“Hey! Mand’alor, need you to wake up vod. Come on”

“Hmmm” Din mumbled an answer, as his head screamed in pain from the massive migraine he was suffering from; it felt as though his brain was being pressed against his skull, as the throbbing reared him back into consciousness.

“Djarin. Jaha. Laam.” (Wake up)

“Mmm-yeahhhh”

“Aya’yida!” (Call to attention)

“Yeah” he groaned out, “I’m here.” His whole body was now screaming in pain, there were parts of his back, his sides and even his lower legs that seemed to be particularly in a lot of pain. All he could want at that moment was a tank of bacta, just to rest and recuperate, however the concrete ceiling reminded him this wasn’t the place to let his guard down.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I was beaten within an inch of my life”

“That’s how it looked like” silence filled the two cells, there wasn’t much else they could do. Boba didn’t have any bacta on him, that was confiscated along with their vambraces and weapons, even their jet packs were taken. After a moment of pure silence, he thought he heard the sounds of snoring coming from Din’s cell. “HEY! WAKE UP!”

“I’m up … just groggy.”

“Well stand up, get to your feet. It’ll help.”

“You really know how to show compassion don’t you” Din groaned out as he shifted in his spot.

“Finally, I get a real response from you.”

“I apologize that my unconsciousness seemed to have put a damper on your boredom.”

“Listen here, we wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for your poorly executed attempt to quell the merc that was on my ship.”

“Excuse me, I did that to save your companion”

“My companion would’ve been able to deal with that man in a lot more efficient way compared to you.”

“Hold up, I didn’t kill that man, because the agreement was zero body count, it was only a matter of time before he woke up and stumbled his way to the interior of the compound for some help.”

“Fine, but you could have tied him up. Could have dumped his body in the hidden cargo hold.”

Din huffed out an irritated sigh as he slowly stood, attempting to find his footing underneath, “There wouldn’t have been a need to deal with that man if your companion learned how to tread more softly”

“She would’ve treaded more softly if someone hadn’t felt the need to fix up his armour before heading into battle and then not cleaning up his tools.”

“Well if she hadn’t been pestering me for the better part of a week and a half about how my armour needed tweaking, I wouldn’t have pulled out those tools to fix my armour.”

“If you had managed to actually maintain your armour, she wouldn’t have complained about it.”

“The only reason they found us and captured the both of us is because you led them right to me.”

“I did no such thing, you led them to me. I had managed to escape their notice, if you didn’t run into me, and get me captured along with you.”

“You know I did this as a favour to you! I don’t need to be here, fighting my way through pirates, and Jawas, and dealing with freaking Crimson Dawn. I could be at home with my son, instead of leaving his care to my aide.”

“Okay first of all, neither of us knew that he would take a ship back by himself from the Jedi; and need I remind you that we both offered to get you a transport back, so you could be with your son.”

“Oh yeah, a transport, that’s a lot of fun. Having to make sure all my weaponry is intact and not missing when I arrive. Not to mention all the people you have to be squeezed in with. Thanks, but no thanks.

“Well then get your di’kutla head out of your sheb and deal with it.”

“You know the words you’re saying are truly touching, and just reach my heart oh so much…” Din wanted to bust through the door and punch Boba in the nose, if he really wasn’t angry more with himself for staying with them and not going immediately back to Tatooine to be with Grogu. Not to mention losing the sabre. And getting knocked out by two guards, because that no good cheating Qi’ra couldn’t handle losing, when that modulated voice cut through their bantering, “Now, are you two done?”

Both Djarin and Fett rushed to the tiny window provided for their cells, they could see a small figure sitting in a chair, they didn’t need to second guess who it was, it was as clear to them as anything.

“Took you long enough, little one” Boba’s heart jumped a little, he felt a cold rush of nerves run through his hands, his chest tightened, a cold sweat broke out down his spine, she was safe. He was grateful to not only hear her but see her as well.

“You going to get us out of here, Cindy” Din was glad to see she was alive, and appeared to be unharmed, but more than anything he was mostly irritated she was sitting there, her shoulders shaking, no doubt from laughing at their ridiculous banter.

“I don’t know” Cinder tapped the lip of her helmet, “I mean, it is quite enjoyable to see a couple work out their frustrations, and from what I heard it seems that you two were almost at the point, when we could really dive into what seems to be the problem.”

“Exactly how much time did you spend with Hondo, little one?” If Fett didn’t know better, he could’ve sworn it was Hondo sitting there mocking them and not Cinderella.

“Oh come on, cyare, you know I’m kidding.” She stood from her seat brushing off the imaginary dust, well maybe not necessarily imaginary considering all the ducts she was crawling through. “Well … do you want to get out of here, or just enjoy the vacation the two of you seem to be revelling in?”

“Cyar’ika you play a dangerous game” Boba wanted out of that hell hole so he could feel Cinderella in his arms, and reaffirm she was fine.

“Well then can you at least tell me who tripped the alarm, and how you guys ended up in here?”

“Oh cyar’ika, first let me explain that the Mand’alor here didn’t bother tying up the man he took down in the ship, which then led to him finding help. Not to mention if it wasn’t for the excellent sense of direction, Djarin over there has, we wouldn’t have even been caught.”

“Wait …” Cinderella smirked at the thought, “Are you telling me you are not to blame for this in any sense?”

“I’m not the one who couldn’t keep his eyes on his work”

“What are you saying over there Fett?” Djarin was about ready to bust the door down.

“Come on you know you were keeping your eyes on Snow more than on what you were doing”

“I was not!”

“And where were your eyes cyare?” Cinderella teased.

“I think you know exactly where my eyes were, cyar’ika”

“If you two are done flirting, I would like to get out of here” Din propped his raised hand out of the window, hoping to get Cinder’s attention. When all of a sudden he heard a familiar hum as the outline of the darksabre came between the door and wall, he stepped back watching as it sliced through the locks like it was butter. Before he even realized it, the door slid open.

Boba was standing there beside Cinderella, his helmet was in his hand a smirk on his face, he looked at Din’s confused stance as his visor focused on the darksaber that was in Cinderella’s hand. She couldn’t help grin under her helmet, “If you keep staring at her Djarin, you and I are going to have words” Boba’s voice came through loud and clear through his modulator.

“Don’t worry love, I’m sure he’s just wondering about this” she held up the darksaber as nonchalantly as possible, “We should probably get out of here though first.”

“We need to figure out how to get that carbonite out of here” Din spoke up, ignoring the mocking tone coming from the both of them.

“It’s okay Djarin, I already took care of her, we just need to get her to the ship and get out of here. Then you can stare at her all you want.”

“Shut up”

“I have an idea” Boba interjected, “however, first we need our weapons and vambraces, they also took my knee braces.”

“Pretty sure they’re over there” Cinderella motioned with her head to a hallway off to the left, “When I was trying to find you guys, I came across a room that had caches, more than likely that’s where they’ll be.”

No one said anything as they followed Boba towards the storage room, just as she estimated everything they were looking for was there, waiting to be returned to their owners. Within minutes all of them were back in full armour and heading towards the room Cinder had hid Snow. This time they were being ever more cautious taking there time to make sure they didn’t wind up back in that cell or having to face that woman.

“How did you get the sabre back?” Although they agreed to discuss this later, Din’s curiosity was getting the better of him.

“It wasn’t easy” Cinderella mumbled back as they neared the carbonite storage room.

“Care to expand on that, little one?”

She let out a sigh, clearly neither of them were going to let it go, “Let’s just say I saw an opportunity and I took it.” She moved forward making sure to keep them to the shadows, “This is the room, I’ll get her slab, you guys keep watch.”

“Yes, General” Boba saluted, as he watched Cinder go inside taking the lead, it made him warm all over seeing her take her rightful role. He glanced over to Din, he was still sluggish, and he’d been quite solemn since they left the cells, “You okay, vod?”

“Yeah”

“Wounds not hurting too much?”

“Ignoring it for now. I’ll take care of it when we’re back on the ship”

“Are you upset losing the sabre?”

“Never wanted it in the first place”

“But…”

“I don’t know … it’s just …” how could he explain clearly he felt like he let Snow down, he had never felt he deserved or even really knew how to be Mand’alor. However, having lost the sabre in the manner in which he did, really bothered him. He allowed them to get the best of him, to sneak up behind him and knock him out before they whipped him according to Boba and Cinder.

Before he could truly express what he felt, Cinderella came out with the carbonite slab hovering in front of her, “Alright boys, let’s go.”

Everything was going well, that was until they reached the garage, it seemed everyone and their cousin was guarding Boba’s ship. The three of them shifted over to several abandoned crates, well they appeared abandoned according to the amount of dirt piled on them. Cinderella righted the carbonite slowly and carefully making sure not to cause any noise and not to alert anyone to their position.

Din’s eyes kept focusing on Snow’s face, the pictures he had seen, the holovids, none of it did her justice by any shape or form. Her delicate features could be seen even through the carbon, she looked peaceful, serene, an angel frozen in time. He felt his heart skip a beat, as his eyes held on to her face for just a moment longer, hoping to keep that image in his mind.

“Hey!” Cinderella knocked Djarin’s helmet, “Focus!”

“She’s right, Djarin. We need you here.”

“I’m here” he focused his attention back to the garage, “I’m counting at least 30, maybe 45 guards”

“Not to mention the 20 that were in the break room over there” Cinderella motioned towards a door that slid close, “We’ll need to lock that room”

“Any way to get some of the guards into that room” Boba eyed the garage in front of them, determining where the greater security risk was, who would be the most dangerous guard to take out.

“I have an idea” Din offered, “However …” he turned his attention to Cinderella, “Do you think you can draw their attention?”

“Depending on the kind of attention you mean?”

“Get them to think their receiving a gift from Lady Qi’ra”

“Excuse me?” Boba’s tense voice spoke up before she had a chance to react, “Exactly what are you thinking?”

“We paint her armour, and get her to get all of them to go to the break room thinking they’re waiting for a gift from Lady Qi’ra, why? What were you thinking?”

“I’m not thinking anything”

“That’s clearly evident”

“Oh we’re going to start this again” Boba’s fist clenched by his side.

“Boys. Boys. Let us remember we can only stay here for so long before we’re found out. I don’t think we’ll have enough time for me to get their attention, but what if we used the PA system.”

“You think they have a PA system here?” Boba tilted his head at her.

“Or what if we capture one of them, and use their comms to trick them”

“That works, there’s a guard coming this way” Din’s visor focused on the smaller guard who seemed to be on edge, he nodded towards the other two indicating he would take the guard out. He shifted into position, readying himself when an alarm reached their ears.

It wasn’t a warning alarm, rather, some sort of reminder, they remained still, watching as half the crew exited the garage, leaving about 20 in the garage.

Diary,

I thought for sure we were cooked, but when the alarm sounded, and most of the guards exited the garage it was as though a breath of fresh air wafted through. It finally felt we could breathe, it didn’t take us long to make our escape, getting rid of those who stood in our way. We boarded the ship and exited Crimson Dawns territory, as quickly as Boba was able to input the hyperspace code.

“Cinder, can I offer a suggestion?”

She turned to look at Din, his armour was off and his movements were slow, clearly the injuries he had were affecting him now that the adrenaline had crashed.

“Before you make a suggestion” she focused back on Snow’s slab, “Did you apply any bacta on your wounds?”

Din was shocked by the concern, “What? You actually care?”

Cinderella made one final check on Snow, before turning her full attention to Din, “You helped me get my sister back, of course I care. Also …” she stepped closer to him, reaching behind her, pulling out the darksabre, holding out the handle to Din, “This actually belongs to you.”

“I lost it”

“It was stolen”

“During combat”

“After you had already won. Look, she cheated, got her goons to electrocute you, and then whip you, none of that says that she won it in fair combat. If anything it says she’s a petty pathetic woman who does not deserve to have all those people following her. You are it’s rightful owner, and the rightful ruler of Mand’alor.”

She took his hand placing the saber gently in it, closing his hands around the familiar handle. Once it was in his hand she took a step back, “I know I’ve teased, mocked and sometimes … okay I was downright rude to you, but truth of the matter is, I’ve been watching and observing you. You have a restraint that is needed in a leader. You stay true to your word. You are …” she cleared her throat, “You are a Mand’alor my sister would be proud of, and I know she’d want you to have this back.”

Din squeezed his hand around the handle, “Thank you” his eyes focused on the sabre that hadn’t been something he wanted, and yet now having it back made him realize how much he truly missed it. What it meant for him to have won it in the first place. He let out a huff, before focusing on Cinderella’s helmet, “You ever going to tell me how you got it back”

She shifted her head from side to side, “I will … eventually, but seeing how flustered you get not knowing just …” she laughed as she shifted from side to side, “oh it just fills me with joy.” She laughed once more as she turned her attention back to Snow, “Anyways, you came down here because you had a suggestion?”

“I was going to suggest to wait to wake her until we get to Tatooine”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Boba said that he would have the best doctor he knows there, along with extra bacta for the tank.” Cinderella stopped what she was doing to look at her sister’s sleeping face, “You know for six years I’ve dreamt of this moment, and now that we’re here I keep expecting to wake up.”

“Well little one” Boba’s voice filled the cargo hold, “It’s not a dream” he strode up to the two … well three of them, he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze, “It’s not a dream, cyar’ika. You found her and soon, she’ll be awake and by your side. We’re on our way to Tatooine, we should be landing within a day and a half.”

He shifted a little, despite how easy everything seemed, things were not exactly sitting well with him, “Does anyone else feel that was way too easy?”

“I think you’re being paranoid, let’s not forget we did make a significant dent in their gang.”

“Frankly, I didn’t see how anything we did was easy” Din let out an exasperated sigh as a new wave of pain hit him.

“You are in pain, just sit and relax vod”

Cinderella shifted and leaned against Snow’s slab, “Listen even if it was easy, we got out of there and we’re in hyperspace, we can just jump out a few hyperspace links ahead, do a sweep of the ship, make sure there are no trackers. Right?”

“Yeah, I just don’t … something just doesn’t feel right.”

“I know” She rubbed his arm, now that he had mentioned an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.

Boba glanced over to Din, he turned on the comms between the two of them “Soon you’ll actually get to meet her vod and get to know her as a real live person and not some holoimage. Then hopefully, you can fall in love with the person and not the idea of who she is.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about vod”

“Yes, you do. From what Cinder’s told me, she’s perfect for you.”

“Ahem!” They both turned to look at Cinderella who was leaning against Snow’s slab her body shaking from her silent laughter, “You both do realize I can hear you, right?”

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Alriiiight! As I promised to @daimyosprincess - here at long last is Small Favors! This fic…sheesssshhh, this fic. It almost destroyed me! It’s absolute pure filth borne of one too many days of Boba brain rot, so buckle up, people!

Enjoy the ride! 🫠😉

(Zwei, this basically ended up being dedicated to you after all the lovely prof Boba content you’ve been giving us. I hope it lives up to your expectations! 💚🖤)

TW: NSFW, minors dni. This contains smut - predator/prey, fingering, dirty talk, pre-discussed non-consensual sex, piv, f!receiving, bondage, dom!Boba, pet names, teasing, slight degradation, all the usual suspects 🙃

Small Favors

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

To make things worse? He’d said it on his way out of the door, dressed in full armor, heading down to the throne room for yet another day of rulership.

Leaving you alone to ruminate on his words.

That simply wouldn’t do. You tried to be his good girl - lounging on his bed, boredly counting the cracks in the ceiling, doing as you’d been told…but where was the fun in that? You couldn’t help but let your imagination take over, wandering to a particular scenario that had intrigued you as of late.

Oh, the Daimyo was strong. Powerful, capable of overpowering you in seconds despite your best attempts to put up a fight. You could never forget it, no matter how many times he pleasured you senseless. But it made you wonder…

You knew how Boba the Daimyo handled you. But…how would Boba the bounty hunter? The mere thought of your love hunting you down like prey sent thrills coursing through you. But you’d been hesitant to mention it, given how many times he’d openly stated those days were behind him.

But the day was crawling miserably by, the hours even longer, and you needed a distraction. You knew you’d probably regret it, even as you stood and got dressed. But right now, you felt like doing something dangerous.

You were going to play with fire.

-

You were merciful (or smart) enough to wait for his last visitor to leave for the day, but not a moment longer. You struck before he had the chance to get up.

Boba still sat on his throne, powerful thighs spread like an invitation too good to refuse, as you made your way to him. His eyes followed your every step, hunger unabashedly flaring in his amber gaze.

But instead of sitting in his lap as he surely expected, you skirted around the throne, tracing a lone nail along his armor as you walked behind him. He reached for you, but you dodged his fingers with a smirk, tapping the back of his head instead.

“See you’re in a teasing mood.” His voice was gruff, tinged with exhaustion from the day’s tedious events, but you pressed on, still staying right out of his reach.

“I don’t don’t know what you mean,” you tapped his pauldron with another grin, and he shifted to face you, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“What game are you playing at, little one?” He patted his thigh, a command he expected to be obeyed. “Been a long day.”

Oh, you were at war. You knew it was probably in your best interest to do as he said, and he was tired, after all. Perhaps he’d be too tired to play along. But…you didn’t want to throw your plan out the window just yet.

“Maybe you need some exercise. Wouldn’t want your skills to go to waste.” You raised a brow, stepping around the armrest and stopping before him, still out of his direct range. “Why don’t you come get me?”

Boba arched a dark brow, gaze locked on you, completely still. You realized a moment too late he was waiting for you to continue. Either that, or calculating his next move. Probably both. It sent a thrill coursing through you.

“I…”

“What’s this about, hmm?” He crossed his broad arms over his even broader chest, heaving a deep breath that flexed his beskar plates as he fixed you with a quizzical expression bordering intrigue. “Wanna play hard to get? We both know how that would go.”

Ahh, there it was, your golden ticket. That, or the action that would seal your doom. At this point, you’d already committed, and it was too late to back out, now.

“I don’t think you could catch me, old man.” You smirked, hands on your hips, looking at up at him with a raised brow. “You’re a Daimyo now. Lots and lots of sitting. You’re bound to lose your edge.”

Oh, you knew you were asking for trouble.

Boba regarded you evenly, a small smirk working its way on the corner of his lip. Those thick, skillful, beautiful lips. Oh, he did too.

“Is that so?” He looked down at you, eyes narrowing imperceptibly, a teasing lilt to his voice. Ahh, so he was humoring you. Good. “So confident today, mesh’la.”

You had the audacity, or stupidity depending on who you asked, to spit your tongue out at him. Him, Boba Fett. You were probably one of the few that ever could and live to tell the tale.

“Definitely.” You made a dramatic show of shrugging, making sure you leaned forward just enough to let the low neckline of your shirt do its job. “In fact, I don’t even think it would be hard. I’m fast, cunning too. I bet I’d even be able to outsmart the greatest bounty hunter who ever-”

Boba was on you in an instant, and you couldn’t help but loose a shriek as you were pulled into his lap before you could blink. Damn, that was quick. Quicker than when you had anticipated. And you’d thought you’d given him a wide enough berth. He curled his arms around you, pinning you to his armored chest, and pressed his face against your neck, breath hot and scalding - voice low like the thunder of an oncoming storm.

“Wanna flirt with death, little one?” He nibbled your earlobe between his teeth, a low growl rumbling from the depths of his throat, sending heat pooling between your legs. “Fine. But we both know you’re biting off more than you can chew.”

Oh kriffing gods.

You somehow managed to pull two halves of a thought together to form a sentence.

“Wanna test that? Give me two days. Bet you can’t catch me.” You shot him a smirk and shrugged. “Who knows, it could be fun.”

“And what would I get in return?” Boba’s voice was cold, calculating. Calculating, as he watched you, eyes narrowed, studying your blown out pupils and shallow breaths. He had to know you found this arousing. Especially if his hunter senses were still keen.

“Anything,” you confidently met his gaze, even as his grip on you tightened. “Anything you want.”

He fell silent for a moment, chest heaving, heart thundering beneath the beskar. A sly smirk curved on the corner of his lip, accompanied with a cutting gleam in his eyes, and it was then that you realized you were screwed.

“Anything.” He mirrored, dipping his head to meet your neck, sucking a bite on your pulse point. You bit back a moan despite your best efforts, far too keenly aware as one of his hands slid down your side and settling on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. “But you’ve already given me everything, mesh’la. Why would I risk losing what is already mine?”

Oh maker, he was playing with you. Making this harder than necessary. Punishing you for disobeying him.

“Umm, I…” you swallowed hard as his hand slipped between your legs, stifling another moan as he slowly, gently, torturously caressed your clothed clit. Gods, this wasn’t how you’d expected this to go. “I…just thought it would be fun, ya know? I’m always…maker…always wanting to try new things with you.”

He hummed, kissing your neck again, then your ear, your cheek, and finally your lips. He kissed you like a starved man, greedily nipping at your lips, tongue carving a path into your mouth, claiming you as his. He slipped his hand underneath your pants, your underwear the only barrier, deft fingers already bringing that coiling heat closer to the surface. You bucked against him, chasing his fingers, and he kept you flush with his chest with a growl.

“So my little princess wants to be hunted, hmm?” He had the audacity to lick a stripe up your neck as he circled your arching clit. “She wants to be hunted like a bounty? Like prey? That what you really want, little one? To feel helpless? Trapped with nowhere to go? Darling, I’ll show you helpless.”

You could only nod, a whimper breaking from your throat when he slowed his movements, delaying your pleasure. It nearly brought tears to your eyes. Dammit, this was supposed to be your game, not his, and yet you found yourself unraveling in his clutches yet again.

“Please, please don’t stop. I’ll do anything, I’d let you do anything,” you pressed against him with a whine, meeting his waiting gaze as you made your plea. “Fuck me bound. Even if I said no. Make me yours, break me, ruin me, I don’t care. I just want…wanna…”

You fell silent, embarrassment flaring your cheeks, but you should have known that he wouldn’t let you get away with silence. His free hand gripped your chin and tilted your face up to meet his, just forcefully enough to make his point.

“Say it.”

There was no room for disobedience now. Not when you were literally at his mercy. Not when his command rolled through you, making you tremble with excitement.

“I want you to hunt me.” You forced yourself to speak, even as his eyes darkened, his fingers slowly caressing you again. “Chase me down, and capture me. Use me as you see fit. That’s…that’s what I want.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing on the stone walls, as he zeroed in on your clit again, your pleasure nearly bubbling to the surface.

“So much begging, poor princess,” his voice was a mocking coo as he wrung the pleasure out of you, your vision going white, jaw slack as your orgasm hit with the force of a speeding train. “You’ll have one day, sweet thing. One day to run, and when it’s over, you’ll be begging me to come for you.”

-

You should have believed him.

Should have realized how hard he’d make this for you. But you’d been confidently foolish, going so far as to travel off world to some backwater forest planet on a neighboring system - albeit sparely populated…just to be safe.

But as the minutes had ticked to hours, and hours into the evening, there still had been no sign of your hunter. Whether this was because he was toying with you, or you’d actually given him the slip, you didn’t know - but you pressed on anyway. And as the cerulean sky faded to lilac and crimson hues, you started to worry.

You’d taken a one way trip to get here, even hired a smuggler to fly you. Anything to make it more exciting. More real.

But perhaps you’d gone too far.

You couldn’t help but feel a sliver of worry cut through your chest. Maybe you’d been overconfident, going to such lengths. What if he had lost his edge? What if he couldn’t find you? You’d be stuck alone, on a strange planet, with nothing but a short range commlink to try to call for help.

Stars, you also missed him. Missed his voice, his touch. You’d underestimated how quickly you’d tire of his absence - and as you slipped through the trees, slowing to a leisurely walk, you finally let your guard down, too lost in your whirling thoughts to keep playing the game you insisted on from the start.

The shadows had crept over the foliage, enshrouding the trees in darkness, hiding the armor that would have otherwise glinted in the sun.

You didn’t seem him until it was too late.

Strong arms suddenly wrenched yours behind your back, throwing you off balance and against a nearby tree. Your scream broke the silence, unheard in the miles of uncharted wilderness, unable to break free from the vise like grip clamping down on your wrists.

Boba’s breath flared hot like blaster fire on your cheek as he pushed you against the tree. The rough bark bit into your skin, only a minor fleeing pain, the true cause for your panic currently locking your arms behind your back in a vice like grip.

“Really thought you’d give me the slip, hmm?” His deep voice was rough and staticky with the helmet, tone absolutely deadly as he lifted his binders to your wrists. “Poor little girl.”

You clenched your legs at that - unable to stop the reaction from pushing your brain off the edge, diving into a freefall. Damn it, not yet. You couldn’t let him have his victory this easy. You had to be more of a challenge, flustered brain or not.

“Let. Me. Go!” You twisted in his grasp, tucking up your legs and lashing out with a kick to his chest.

He grunted, the force of your attack pushing him back a few centimeters - just enough space for you to work with. You broke free, heart locked in your throat, and spun around the tree to give you some distance.

You knew you couldn’t win. He was the better fighter in every way - an opponent you’d never once been able to beat, despite your own skill. But just because you knew you were going to lose didn’t mean you were going to go down without a fight.

The trees whipped past in a blur as you carved a wild, desperate path deeper into the foliage. All was silent save for the crashing of your boots through the fallen leaves - the first warning that you were doomed. The second warning came too late.

A sharp prick bit into your shoulder, and your reflexes reacted too late - a scream stuck in your throat when a whipcord whipped around your body - throwing you to the ground. You could already feel the effects of the tranquillized taking over - vision blurring at the edges even as you still struggled in vain. Even as Boba stepped into your rapidly fading sight, armor glinting in the sunlight.

“Careful, little mouse,” his voice was cutting, sinfully victorious, as he knelt beside you. Kriffing hell, you knew he was smirking underneath that damn helmet. “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt. You’re worth more alive.”

You felt the moment the binders slapped on your wrists, sealing your fate…

And then your vision went dark.

-

By the time you awoke, the Slave 1 was already well in sight.

You were slung over Boba’s shoulder like a carcass, arms and legs limply dangling, mind still buzzing from the sedative he’d given you. You tried to open your mouth to speak, but your words were a pathetic slur.

He either didn’t hear you, or was ignoring you. You could feel the strength of him, muscles coiled underneath armor - all sinew and power. He held you with one arm, but you knew you’d never escape, that large gloved hand locked around your neck. You whimpered as the ramp lowered, ushering you both inside - inside to whatever fate he had planned for you. It closed, sealing you both in, and dooming you.

You couldn’t help but feel a thrill as he unceremoniously dropped you to the ground, right outside the cells. You wondered if he’d cage you in one to make the experience more real, but Boba seemed to have other ideas. He grabbed your bound arms and drug you across the floor, ignoring your shrieks of protest when he stopped in the center of the cargo hold.

Boba was quiet - he hadn’t said a word since your capture, and part of you wondered if it was part of the act, or if it was truly upset at the lengths you’d gone to evade him. So, you tried to take matters into your own hands.

“Please, I didn’t do anything wrong. I bet of you, let me go!” Your broken voice was truthfully cracked, parched after your strenuous day. “I’ll do anything, I swear I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Boba Fett had the audacity to ignore you. In fact, he turned his back on you, lifting his gauntlet to key in a code. A mixture of indignation and embarrassment flooded your chest, prompting your next move.

“I know you can hear me under there, bucket head.” You rolled your eyes with a scoff. “Or are you as deaf as you are dumb?”

“You know what you did.” His voice was low like thunder - cutting. A very different tone than the one he oh so often used with you.

This…this was entirely different. Excitement mixed with fear coursed down your spine as he slowly turned, that black t-visor locked on you with deadly focus.

But you wouldn’t be deterred that easily.

“What exactly did I do, huh?” You would have crossed your arms if you could. Instead, you opted to dramatically shrug. “Shouldn’t be too hard to list off my crimes. That is, if big words aren’t too much for a brute like you.”

Boba lunged forward with the speed of a viper, taking you entirely by surprise when his fingers gripped your chin, absolutely wrenching your face up to meet his - albeit hidden behind that helmet. And you were starting to realize why many would find it so terrifying. Heart hammering in your chest, you whimpered when his fingers squeezed your jaw, effectively clamping your mouth shut.

“Mouthy little brat, aren’t you?” His helmet was inches away, your panting breaths fogging the visor as he lowered his hand from your jaw to your neck. “Could just put you away in a cell. Would be what you deserve. But I might have to teach you a lesson.”

Oh gods. You swallowed, hard, and couldn’t resist the urge to wriggle beneath him, breaths growing shallower by the moment.

“You? Teach me a lesson? In your dreams.” You had the audacity to roll your eyes, spitting out your tongue to goad him further. “Sorry, but I have standards. I don’t fuck trigger happy bounty hunters.”

Boba Fett had the audacity to chuckle. A deep, dark chuckle that rumbled through your chest and tingled down your spine. Oh shit…you were in trouble. Big trouble.

“Is that so?” He gave your neck a squeeze, his free hand gripping your binders with another dark snicker. “Poor little kitten’s trying to give me orders? Ironic.”

His hand left your throat, and you yelped as he single-handedly picked you up by the binders, lifting you into the air, and pinned you against the ship’s wall. He magnetized the binders with a soft buzz, then left you dangling there - your toes barely able to touch the floor.

“What the hell?” You huffed, straining to reach the ground, heartbeat hammering so loudly you could barely concentrate, even as you felt his gloved fingers caress your jawline. “Let me down! Stop this, I mean it. Let me go, you kriffing jerk!”

Boba ignored you, helmet titling slowly to the side as if tracking his own journey tracing your neck until it stopped just above your shirt.

“You asked for this, little one.” His tone was impossibly husky, dark and rich like spotchka on the back of your throat. “You have a choice, kitten. You can either fight me, or…”

His hand slipped under your shirt, burrowing beneath your bra, and caressing your nipple with deft, skilled fingers.

“Choose to enjoy it.” He pinched your nipple too hard, and you yelped, thrashing even as he slowed back to a caress. “Your choice - but you’re not getting out of this.”

“N-no, please,” you tried to shy away, but he wouldn’t have it, pinning you to the wall with one hand, the other lifting from your shirt and wandering ever so slowly lower. “I’ll…comply. I’ll do anything. Just…please don’t hurt me.”

He chuckled, hand settling just above your crotch.

“Still giving orders, hmm? That’s not how this works.” He deftly unzipped your pants and slipped his hand into your waiting heat, a dry hiss emitting from his vocoder when he found the evidence of your arousal. “Dirty, dirty girl. Getting off on this? My, my.”

He circled your aching clit, and you cried out, trying to arch against him, breaths coming in near choked gasps as he quickly worked you towards oblivion. Damn, his patience must have flown out of the window. Perhaps he…

Just when you were on the precipice, Boba pulled his hand away. You cried out on frustration, heart pounding like a drum when he dropped his hands to his own pants, pulling his weeping cock free from its confines.

“Little kitten looks like she wants milk.” His voice was a sinister coo as he ran his thick shaft through your slick. “Poor baby.”

You whined - you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from your chest when his fingers once again found your clit, wringing your pleasure back to the surface. But yet again, when you were on so close, he pulled away.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast.” He raised his hand to your mouth, and you begrudgingly licked your arousal off his gloves. “You’ll come only when I tell you too. Can you be a good girl and do that?”

“Boba…I…” you writhed, pleading, but he promptly removed his hand from your clit with a growl.

“Didn’t give you permission to say my name,” his voice was all thunder and hellfire even as he seated himself in you with one brutal thrust. “It’s Sir to you.”

Your eyes widened, moans bouncing off the durasteel walls as he pounded into you, somehow feeling even bigger than normal. Your hands clattered uselessly against the wall, pleasure arcing up your spine as a steady heat grew in the pit of your stomach.

You cried out when he changed the angle, his cock hitting that deep spot that made you see stars. You writhed against him, legs wrapping around his back, trying to force him deeper. He growled, not slowing his pace in the slightest, and you whimpered when a hand reached up and tweaked a nipple.

“Bo-Sir…I…I’m,” you hated how pathetic you sounded, begging like some weak willed thing. But you felt it, your orgasm approaching like a speeding train, and there would be little you could do to stop it. “I’m…so close. Can I, can I…”

“I don’t know, not sure you deserve it,” he slowed his pace to a torturous crawl, slowly sliding through you, the wet sounds painfully loud in your ears even as you cried out in frustration. “Got your manners yet, little one? Have you learned your lesson?”

Oh Maker, he was torturing you. This was not how you had expected this to go - this was calculated, focused, intentional.

“I’m…I’m sorry. So sorry. P-please…” tears pricked your eyes, and you swore he was driving you absolutely mad, edging you with a calculated skill he hadn’t done before. “I take it all back. I’ll be good…I’ll behave. Just please, please…”

He pulled nearly out of you, helmet pressed against your shoulder, rasping voice directly in your ear.

“Please…what?” He stopped moving entirely until the only sound that could be heard was your desperate panting.

“Please, please let me come.” A tear slipped down your cheek, more from the building denial than anything else. “I’ll…I’ll be a good girl. Your girl.”

Boba grunted, pounding back into you with renewed vigor, one hand finding your neck, the other, your clit. He fucked you relentlessly - your back slamming into the wall as the edges of your vision dimmed.

When you finally came, your vision went completely white - all sound reduced to a ringing as burning hot pleasure seared you to your core. You screamed, writhing against him even as he continued driving into you, less focused and more reckless, chasing his own high.

“There you go, kitten.” His voice was dark with lust, armor flashing in the dim lighting. “Not so hard, hmm?”

When he came, it was with a deep groan that reverberated into your chest. He had you pressed against the wall, helmet against your neck, breaths rasping as he finally slowed to a stop.

For a moment, all was silent save both of your panting breaths. Boba was completely still, and for a moment, you worried he was genuinely angry. Had you gone too far? Had you done something wrong? Had you-

His hands reached up and unlocked your binders, catching you before you could fall to the floor. You couldn’t help but cling to him as he carried you to the cockpit, gently laying you in the small cot.

“You okay, my love?” His voice had regained some of its warmth, but still carried a dark edge. “Hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”

“I’m okay,” you nodded, meeting the visor with a small smile. “You weren’t. I’m honestly impressed you found me so quickly.”

He grunted, sitting beside you, gloved hand slowly caressing your hair.

“Didn’t expect you to leave Tatooine.” The helmet tilted in your direction. “You had me worried, little one.”

Oh stars. Had you gone too overboard? It hasn’t crossed your mind that Boba Fett would be afraid.

“Oh…I’m so sorry,” you curled into his chest, holding him close. “I’d only wanted to make it realistic. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“It’s okay,” he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “Only startled me initially. Gotta admit it was fun, watching you trying to give me the slip. It was cute.”

Wait a second.

You narrowed your eyes as he removed his helmet, mirth shining in his own.

“Exactly how soon had you found me?” You tilted your head to meet his gaze.

“Oh, little princess,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, and finally, your lips. “You never left my sight.”

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💚🖤DinLuke Week 2023 Prompts List💚🖤

Hey there, DinLukers! It’s time! Can we get a drumroll, please?🥁

June 11:

Mand'alor & Alo'riduur - The Senate Deals with DinLuke Shenanigans

June 12:

Arranged Marriage AU - Fake Relationship

June 13:

Din & Grogu Captured on Tython, Luke to the Rescue - Battle Couple

June 14:

Western AU - Pre-A New Hope AU

June 15:

Courting Gifts - Assassin/Prince or Prince/Protector AU

June 16:

Growing Old Together/Old Married Couple - Bathing/Hair Washing

June 17:

Teacher!Luke/Single Dad Din - Accidental Secret Marriage

Here are the final prompts for DinLuke week this year! Thank you to everyone who submitted all these awesome prompts (you more than doubled the submissions from last year!).🎉🤍 Since some of the prompts were very similar to last year’s prompts, we didn’t include them in the final tally (you can check out last year’s here and all the entries!)

We hope these will inspire all you wonderful fanwork creators. And if these aren’t enough, we also have some prompts that didn’t make the cut, but we thought were just as amazing! Just like last year, we decided that they deserve honorable mentions and wanted to share them as well! Here is the list of this year’s honorable mentions:

70's DinLuke

Comic Con Cosplayers

Din & Luke Find a Mythosaur Egg

Tea & Blue Biscuits

Ted Lasso AU

Tricked into Self-care

Luke & Grogu Come to Save Din from Gideon

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We can’t wait to see what you'll come up with this time around 💖

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Master Luke Skywalker headcanons🩵✨

In my other headcanon posts I already mentioned a few ideas of mine of Luke as Master Skywalker (find a summary of them here) but I wanted to do an extra post because I have a ✨thing✨ for authority figures

• I'm totally biased in saying so but in my opinion Luke would be (or is) a great Jedi Master 

• he's kind, empathetic and patient; in my opinion the most important traits to have as a teacher 

• his own Jedi education isn't as long ago as it would have been if he had grown up in the Jedi temple, so I think he's easily able to put himself back into the shoes of a Padawan

• especially if some of his students are quick tempered, impulsive and easily frustrated when they don't progress as fast as they'd like to, just like he once was 

• he is able to successfully handle a wild assortment of personalities, finding ways to engage a rambunctious crowd just as well as the shy and more withdrawn individuals 

• likewise he matches his behavior accordingly 

• he's very well attuned to his surroundings, good at reading the room and deciding whether a more strict or calming approach is necessary

• he is stern when he needs to be, although I don't think he particularly likes it 

• he doesn't want to raise his voice either and I don't think he has to often except to get his student's attention from time to time

• just like in other parts of his life he always wants to understand why there is a conflict in the first place and will gladly act as negotiator if it means resolving a fight 

• or avoid having to take more drastic measures 

• if he gets angry though even the birds fall quiet

• it's like the life gets sucked out of everything 

• I said before that making him angry is not easy, so congrats to anyone who manages and also my serious condolences 

• even then he won't grow unrestrained though

• he'd never expose or punish someone in front of others

• he'll remain fair and will ask the person or group responsible to have a private conversation with him 

• that's what's so absolutely terrifying though

• his quiet anger is worse than if he'd just scream at them instead

• I don't think that anyone would be able to get used to this, not with how slowly and silently his anger approaches 

• you don't see it coming until it's too late 

• those who end up alone in that room with him never speak of it

• you see them leave looking pallid, many with tear stained faces 

• they never act up again after that

• of course rumours are going wild, the theories about what happened are endless

• yet everyone is too scared to find out for themselves and very happy to stay in their Master's good graces 

• he takes time to get to know every one of his Padawans very well and thus can tell what they might need from him at any given moment or in specific situations 

• do they need a compliment, so as not to loose faith in themselves? 

• a little joke and a gentle smile to lighten the mood? 

• reassurance to ease their mind? 

• maybe a little motivational speech?

• a pat on the back?

• or a hug?

• carefully voiced questions about their well being; do they need anything? Someone to talk to?

• do they need a break, some time for themselves?

• an offer to repeat any exercise after the official lessons of the day are done?

• a tease or a little bet to rouse their fighting spirit?

• a stern reprimand?

• a time out?

• generally I see him slightly differentiating not only in his demeanor towards the children, the teenagers and the young adults but in the way he structures their varying lessons as well

• he allows himself to be more relaxed and laid back with the kids 

• he wants them to feel safe and at home, so he makes sure they see him as a kind of parental figure in addition to being their teacher 

• also I think he'd teach them about the Force and their connection to it in a way that comes natural to them

• many children don't have a long attention span yet, so it's important to be engaging and let them have fun too

• I see Luke trying to keep his inputs short and simple to then make them discover what they just learned in a game themselves 

• like for example: being able to reach out, to feel the Force and all living beings surrounding you doesn't sound as cool as "learning a new trick to beat everyone else at hide and seek"

• likewise he wouldn't jump straight into meditation with them

• you can't force a child to meditate when it fails to sit still for longer than two minutes 

• Luke is aware this would only lead to them viewing meditation as negative, maybe even something alike to a punishment 

• so to avoid that I see him introducing it in a slow and careful way 

• like telling them stories that get increasingly longer over time 

• or making them color in pictures 

• really, any activity that includes mindfulness in some way is a welcome strategy 

• I think he'd be more strict with the teenagers and young adults 

• many of them haven't been with him since they were little and often need firm guidelines 

• not necessarily because any of them are especially rebellious or going through a phase™ but because it's easier to adapt to a new way of life with set rules 

• Luke knows that some of them come from a difficult background or had a hard journey to find him, so he wants to give them clear framework conditions to work with 

• a daily routine leaves less room for uncertainties and lends a sense of safety 

• still he welcomes a more personal approach in their shared free time if they are comfortable with it

• he's very interested to hear about their former lifes

• about their interest and hobbies

• their favorite dishes 

• the customs of their people

• their friends and family 

• and their favorite music 

• he'll share stories of his own as well, often involving his own struggles as a Padawan 

• nobody is supposed to feel like an outcast or a special case because they're older or somehow "different" from the others 

• still they are more prone to giving him an attitude than the kids are and Luke definitely isn't above paying them right back 

• he leans towards Yoda in that aspect; his patience may seem endless but if he can have some fun as well, he'll take the chance 

• repeating phrases that used to drive him mad when he was younger is his favorite thing to resort to

• the best example for that is probably "Don't try. Do!"

• alternatively he likes to come up with ridiculous sayings or advices that make no sense at all

• if someone is especially annoying he'll make them mediate in stupid positions, claiming that this particular pose is immensely important for their development

• even if someone should realize what's going on they don't have any prove to go by, so who are they to deny their Master?

• Luke thinks it's hilarious 

• I don't think it's uncommon for his students to be very intimidated by Luke though

• some of the newly arrived may even fear him 

• while he's beloved as a person and greatly admired for his skills, nobody can quite forget who it is they're living and sharing their meals with 

• especially those who haven't been around him for long yet and can't quite believe that, he too, is really just some dude 

• of course he's not just some dude but I feel like that's what Luke would like to be perceived as 

• to him it's important to be approachable no matter the circumstances

• he wants everyone to know he's always there to help and not just a teacher but a friend as well 

• the children don't struggle with this as much as his other students 

• everyone enjoys spending time with him but then he has these moments where he doesn't seem fully human anymore 

• his eyes are just a tad too bright, too piercing

• they see more than just his immediate surroundings

• when he looks at you it's either like he doesn't see you at all or too much, like illuminating even the last corners of your very being and turning you inside out 

• he's eerily quiet and his presence a mystery 

• not even the best of his students are able to sense him in the Force when he closes himself off

• he could be standing right in front of you and you wouldn't notice if that's what he wants 

• likewise his Force signature is often overwhelming for those still inexperienced

• often he appears out of thin air like a spectre and vanishes just the same 

• he senses whenever he's needed and will let himself be found but nobody knows where he goes to and what he does when alone 

• does he even sleep? 

• are we sure he's really eating and drinking or is that an illusion?

• seeing him tired or crumpled is such a rarety that nobody can remember if it ever happened before

• he doesn't always react the way one would expect him to

• sometimes he's smiling to himself, like he's listening in to someone not visible to everyone else 

• on some occasions his students find him unresponsive for hours 

• is his body still inhabitated? Where did his mind go?

• he never shows any signs of exertion 

• he always looks impeccable no matter the weather and circumstances 

• he seems to simply exist beyond external influences 

Quick authors note before we continue: 

I see Luke as a very responsible and trustworthy person and don't think he'd actually pursue one of his students in a romantic or sexual way; he's aware of the power imbalance and probably not comfortable with it.

While I'm sure there are some mutual attraction situations from time to time, he doesn't act on his feelings.

HOWEVER let's be really delusional and ignore that 

• Luke is usually very direct but in this case I'm sure he'd take his time 

• having a passing fancy is nothing out of the ordinary and he will make sure he's genuinely interested in you before risking to overstep his line as a teacher 

• even then he'd proceed with utmost care

• he does not want to make you uncomfortable in any way and should he find that you don't return his feelings, he'll withdraw immediately

• so he'll carefully start testing how far he can go and observe your respective reactions closely 

• to everyone else this won't seem suspicious at all 

• Luke often takes one or two of his students under his wing to keep them close by when he believes some extra support is needed 

• his innocent touches will linger a little bit longer than necessary though

• your shared eye contact, even during short conversations, is strangely intense 

• his smile suddenly more inviting 

• he often offers you his hand now

• it seems that his attention is always on you 

• are you imagining things?

• of course Luke would never invade your privacy to a point where he'd take a look inside your mind 

• he picks up on clues otherwise 

• for example, if he notices you are growing nervous or flustered around him more easily than usual, he'll take that as a good sign 

• he'll find reasons to ask for your opinion or makes up tasks that require you to help him

• he's adamant about you having one-on-one lessons with him 

• he's very aware of the effect he has on you and likes to tease mercilessly

• he'll lean down to whisper in your ear, reveling in the way it makes you shiver 

• will he outright tell you about his feelings though?

• I don't think so

• this last step he will leave up to you 

• it's important to him that it's what you want too

• he'll definitely continue to flirt but if you don't confront him about it, he won't go any further than that 

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #star wars headcanons #star wars fandom #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #the book of boba fett #sw tbobf #star wars legends

[mando-din-lorian]

Title: The Daily Grind

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Din Djarin/Boba Fett

Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Canon Divergence, Omega Din Djarin, Alpha Boba Fett, Beta Fennec Shand, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Not Canon Compliant, World Building, Tusken Sign Language, Tusken Culture, Mandalorian Culture, Canon Typical Violence

Summary:

Boba has take over Jabba's Palace and is well on his way to carving his name out as the new Daiymo of Tatootine.

Unfortunately for him, his rut has shit timing.

Scrambling to find someone to spend it with, he gets an offer from the most unexpected place.

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I'm currently working on the next chapter of this fic, and I realized I never posted it on my Tumblr. At least, I don't remember posting it here.

Chapter's are long, thus they take a while to write, but chapter 3 is on it's way!

#i love exploring dynamics in an omegaverse setting #it's a lot of fun #especially when your putting a fun twist on it #we're having a good time over here #din djarin my beloved #boba fett #boba fett x din djarin #the book of boba fett #TBOBF #the mandalorian #mando #bobadin #star wars #my writing #my fanfic writing #din djarin #the picture looks like they're staring directly at you #they're telling you to read the fic

[vodika-vibes]

Mid-day Talks

Summary: You realize something about your relationship with Boba Fett and make a course correction.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Word Count: 1279

Song: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

Warnings: Miscommunications

A/N: This is only the second time I've written Boba, but I think I'm starting to get a feel for him.

Divider by Saradika

Light fingers trail over the leaves of the plants that cover your room. Your room, in the sense that Boba still refuses, for whatever reason, to claim your room as his room.

You don’t blame him, his life has been hard, and you really just want to make his life easier. Even if it is getting harder and harder for you to not ask him to just move into your room.

Or ask to move into his room. You’re really not picky.

You just want to be near him, around him, with him. And yes, he has a dangerous job and has dangerous enemies and you’re his one weakness, but you really, really don’t care.

You love him.

And, okay, maybe you haven’t exactly said that to him, exactly, but surely he knows how you feel about him. Surely. Right?

There’s no possible way that he can assume that you’re just kissing him and hugging him and asking him to spend the night with you because you’re lonely. There’s…there’s no way-

He’s such an observant man, he’s obviously-

He-

…fuck.

You scowl at your innocent succulent, even as you lovingly spray some water over it.

That’s exactly what he thinks, isn’t it? That you’re just asking him to stay because you’re lonely.

Well. That’s just…unacceptable.

Boba is wonderful. Practically perfect in every way. He’s so kind and warm and gentle…well, to you, at least. How could you not love him?

“Whatever your plants did to upset you, I’m sure they’re sorry,” You turn when you hear Boba’s voice from behind you, and you shoot him a quizzical look, “You’re glaring at them.” He clarifies, and then he jabs a thumb over his shoulder, “You left the door open, so I just came in.”

“That’s fine Boba, you don’t have to ask permission to come in here. You spend nearly as much time in here as I do.” You joke easily as you set the spray bottle on the table and walk over to him.

“Well, your room is certainly more welcoming than mine is.” Boba replies, a small smile crossing his face as you reach him and slide your arms around his neck, and he settles his hands on your hips.

“Your room looks like a man decorated it, love.”

“A man did decorate it,” He counters, “It’s just how I like it. Clean. And I know where everything is.”

“You know, you could let me decorate it. Let me buy some cloth and rugs, and make it warm and inviting…or, you could just bite the bullet and stay?”

“I’m not going to invade your space anymore than I already do, Sarad.”

“Hm, alright. Let’s have a seat somewhere so we can chat. Can we do that?” You ask as you lightly thump your forehead against his chest plate.

“You do realize that we’re already having a conversation, right? That’s what you saying something and me saying something back is.” Boba counters dryly.

“Oh, okay. You’re in a mood this afternoon.” You say against his chest, before you look him in the eye, “How’s this then? You know I’m in love with you, right?”

Boba starts at your comment, his grip on your hips tightening to an almost painful degree. “You…what?”

“Wow. You really did think that I was hugging you, kissing you, and sleeping with you because I was lonely.” You say with a frown, “I think I’m offended.”

“Wait, hold on. Back up.” Boba says, frowning at you, “You love me? Are you sure?”

“Wow. Now I’m even more offended.” You reply.

“No, just…” He pauses and takes a deep breath, “Can we start this conversation over, please?” Boba asks, “You kind of caught me off guard.”

“That’s probably a good idea, before you dig yourself into a hole you can’t get out of.” You mutter under your breath.

Boba hesitates for a moment, and then lightly tugs you towards your bed. He sits on the edge and pulls you onto his lap, securing his arms tightly around your waist. “So…firstly, I’m sorry for offending you. You surprised me, and I reacted without thinking.”

“You’re forgiven.” You reply warmly, your fingers sliding up to gently brush against his jaw.

“Secondly, I didn’t, actually, know that you love me.” He deadpans, “I’m kind of old, you see, and you’re really not-”

“Okay, so first of all,” You interrupt, “You’re 41, not old in human terms, at all. And secondly, how can you not know? You moved me into your house? After we started sleeping together!”

He smiles sheepishly, “I wanted you to stay close?”

“Boba!”

“What? I did! And there were people hunting you, so really moving you in was for your own safety.” Boba replies.

“That’s…not incorrect.” You admit as your shoulders slump, “I think we need to work on our communication better.”

“Apparently.” He runs a hand up your spine and gently plays with the ends of your hair, “But, I am all ears, cyare.”

“Alright.” You shift on his lap slightly, trusting that he would never let you fall to the floor, and you cup his face with your hands, “I’m in love with you. Have been pretty much since the first time I kissed you.”

“You lost a bet.”

“And you’re a really good kisser, and I fell in love.”

“Wow. I’m either a really good kisser, or you’re lucky I came around before you ended up in a cult.”

You sputter, “Is that judgment I’m hearing?”

“Maybe a little.” Boba replies with a small grin.

You pout at him, “I changed my mind, you’re the worst.”

He buries his face in your neck, and you can feel him grinning against your skin, “No, no. It’s too late now. Please keep going.”

“Like I was saying. I’ve been in love with you for ages, and I always want to be around you and with you. And it only occurred to me a little bit ago that you might not know…and it only just occurred to me that you might not feel the same.”

“Oh, that only just occurred to you,” Boba teases.

You pout at the side of his head, “I’d be sad if you don’t feel the same, but I won’t push, because I’m a stellar person.”

He pulls away and favors you with a warm smile, a smile only for you, “I’ve loved you since before we met.”

“That’s not possible,” You reply, though your smile is soft and your gaze is almost molten.

“We live in a galaxy where people can throw rocks with their brains, and me loving you before we met is impossible?” Boba asks.

You pause, and then laugh quietly, “No, I guess not.” You hesitate, “So…about us sharing a room…?”

“Stars, you are relentless.” He said with a laugh, “Yes, we can try having me share your room, and if either of us don’t like it, then we can renegotiate. How does that sound?”

“Really?”

“Really.”

You fling your arms around his neck, and it’s a testament to how well Boba knows you that he doesn’t topple over, “It sounds perfect! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” His arms fold around you and he rubs your back gently.

You pull back slightly, “Oh! Did you need me for something Boba?”

“It’s lunch time and neither of us have eaten. So I guess I’m asking you on a lunch date. In my own kitchen.” Boba replies with an easy smile.

“That sounds great.” You say with a laugh of delight, and then you lean in and kiss him gently. “I love you, Boba.”

His smile is so soft and gentle that you want to cry, “I love you too, cyare.”

#star wars #tbobf #Boba Fett x Reader #Boba x Reader #x reader fanfic #star wars fanfiction

[maikaartwork]

@darkisrising commissioned me (my commissions are open btw) to make an illustration for her amazing, incredible, showstopping series Sinatra Songs.

CHECK OUT SINATRA SONGS HERE (tagset under the cut)

Below the cut is a gif version (because I absolutely got carried away and also love Dark dearly and she deserves the best things).

WARNING: the gif contains flashing lights!!!

And here is the info on Sinatra Songs:

#boba fett #commission art #commisions open #sw fanart #tbobf #star wars fanart #fanfic rec #star wars fanfiction #boba fett fanfiction #chaoscreations #mandoart

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 18- Bondage

Fennec Shand x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), dom/sub, restraints, crops, edging, overstim, established relationship, safe signals are in place

Notes- I’ve actually had this idea in my WIPs forever so I’m happy I finally got to write it! I may even expand on this and make it longer and add more to it too if there’s interest! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!

To say up to date on when I post, follow my update blog too and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates​​. Reblogs highly appreciated!

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“I hope you’ve been a good girl for me.”

“I have,” your voice was breathy as you obediently replied.

Fennec narrowed her eyes at your figure, “We’ll see,” she purred.

She stood before you, still fully clothed, while you laid spread out on the bed. Your hands were tied to each of the posts, leaving you completely open and exposed for Fennec. And you knew there was no escape; she was a master at tying people down. Still, you strained under her piercing gaze as you tried to wriggle free. It was all part of the game.

In her hands she held a crop, and she cracked it in her hands to get your attention. At the sound, you stopped and stilled yourself. You looked up at her with wide eyes and baited breath. The anticipation was eating you alive as you laid there, bound and helpless. A small whimper escaped your lips as you waited for her next move.

Fennec’s gaze held an inferno of passions, and the blaze only burned more when her eyes landed on your dripping cunt. For the briefest moment, her facade faltered and you saw how much she held herself back with you like this.

“You know the rules,” her tone was low as she positioned herself at the foot of the bed, right between your spread legs.

You nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”

“And you have your signal if you need to stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smirked, “Good girl.”

Suddenly, Fennec used the crop in her land and landed a hard slap on your pussy with it. You threw your head back onto the bed and screamed as tears filled your eyes. She watched your reaction with titillation as your breasts rose and fell with your heavy breaths.

“Thank you ma’am,” you panted.

Fennec grinned at you as she watched you regain your composure. She knew the trust it took for you to do this, and she didn’t take it for granted. But, she also was so turned on just by the sight of you tied up that she wasn’t sure how much longer her composure would last. So, before she lost it, Fennec snapped the crop against your pussy again, even harder this time. 

Again, you screamed in ecstasy before you breathed a soft, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Fennec slid the tip of the crop along your folds, teasing you with it as you whined and bucked your hips as much as you could. Your eyes fluttered shut, but she allowed it. She rubbed the leather end of the crop against your clit and her breath caught in her throat when you moaned loudly at the feeling. Your arms and legs strained against your restraints as you squirmed under her expert touch.

As much as Fennec wanted to toy with you more, she reached a point where she couldn’t restrain herself anymore. Between how tempting you looked when you were helpless like that and the sounds you made, something within Fennec broke.

She tossed the crop aside and slid off her gloves before she knelled on the bed between your legs. You gasped when you felt the bed dip and your eyes shot open to meet her gaze. Without a word, Fennec ghosted her bare fingers along your inner thighs, and you squealed as she tickled you.

Still tied to the bedposts, you couldn’t move very far save for rolling a bit. You let out a mix of a moan and a laugh as Fennec’s hands made their way to your core. When she reached her destination, she cupped your pussy and clenched her jaw when she felt how wet you were. Before she could help herself, Fennec landed a slap on your cunt with her bare hand, and she clenched her thighs together at the beautiful sound you let out.

“Thank you, ma’am,” you whispered as you strained in your binds.

Fennec let out a short laugh, “You have been a good girl,” she purred before she dove two fingers into your pussy.

You screamed at the sudden intrusion, but you swam in the pleasure that it brought you. For a moment, you forgot you were tied down and tried to wrap yourself around Fennec, but you couldn’t move more than an inch or two. Being bound and helpless for her brought you even more pleasure and you cried out even louder as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

“Does that feel good, love?” she purred as she added a third finger and thrust even harder.

“Yes… ma’am…” you found it more difficult to find your words the more she worked you.

“Good,” Fennec’s tone dropped as she rubbed your clit with her thumb and leaned forward so that she hovered over you, “Now, keep being my good girl and cum for me,” she thrust her fingers once, “Can you do that?”

“Y-yes,” you sighed, “Please… Make me cum… I want to cum.”

“I know you do,” Fennec groaned as she felt your inner muscles clench around her.

You wriggled in your restraints as she pumped her fingers harder and faster, hitting every spot that made you scream. Fennec watched with a hungry gaze as you fell apart for her while still bound. You felt like her binds were the only thing keeping you together as your body and mind swam in bliss. 

“Oh fuck… Fuck… I’m gonna cum…”

Fennec only thrust her fingers harder, determined to watch you as you lost yourself in your release. And it didn’t take much longer for her to get what she wanted. Just as Fennec hit that sweet spot inside you, you let out a loud scream and trembled in your bounds as your orgasm crashed through you.

Wave after wave of pleasure hit you as you strained against the binds that held you down. Every muscle in your body tensed before letting go. Tears filled your eyes as you rode out your climax on Fennec’s fingers until you had nothing left to give. 

Or so you thought.

She didn’t let up, and Fennec took advantage of your restraints to keep going even after your orgasm. You looked up at her with wide, teary eyes, but she didn’t stop. Her fingers continued to pump in and out of you and your mouth dropped open to let out another loud moan as another climax quickly snuck up on you.

You dropped your head back down as you came again, this time gushing into her hand. You screamed her name as you tugged at your binds while your second orgasm ripped through your body.

Once Fennec decided you had enough, she gave you mercy and slowed down her thrusts before gently pulling her fingers out of you. She moaned when she saw how much they glistened from your juices and when she looked past her fingers at you, the sight took her breath away.

You looked a mess, but, still bound, you looked so beautiful and delicious. Fennec whispered your anime and watched for you to open your eyes and meet hers before she made a show of licking her fingers clean of your juices. You couldn’t help but moan as you suddenly wanted more, even after you came twice in a row.

She, of course, noticed, “You want more already, darling?” Fennec asked in a teasing tone.

You swallowed hard as you tugged at your restraints, “Yes ma’am,” your voice was hushed and shy, yet the lust was still palpable.

Fennec smirked, “Good,” she leaned forward and hovered her lips over yours. She gave you one short, taunt of a kiss before she murmured, “Because I’m not done with you yet…”

#fennec shand x reader #fennec shand x you #fennec shand #fennec shand imagine #fennec shand x y/n #fennec shand x f!reader #fennec shand fic #fennec shand fanfic #fennec shand fanfiction #ming na wen #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #star wars imagine #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction #the book of boba fett fic #the book of boba fett fanfic #tbobf fanfiction #tbobf fanfic

[shortmage]

so here's a very random AU based on a podcast that i just started last week but took over my brain basically cause i just wanted a modern magic/magic reveal AU

i dont know if this will flop or anyone will care for it but hey, this is my one fic for me, if none of the others are! and updated bingo sheet below! two more left before i've got a bingo!

#bobadin #the mandalorian fanfic #tbobf fanfic #bobadin fanfic #mage writing #bobadin au bingo

[bobathirstaccount]

Fated Ch 3

Give Boba Them Digits

“Sure,” you heard yourself answering. You grabbed a napkin from behind the bar and quickly scribbled down your number. Pushing it over to Boba on the slick bar top, you felt his had drop away from your knee. You wished it was still there. But, he used it to pick up your napkin and carefully stuff it in a pocket.

“Well, I’ll leave you to your drink, tonight…” Boba stood, slightly getting into your personal space. Swooning, you nodded, “Thanks… comm me.” You felt hot and silly for asking, but you immediately liked him.

Nodding, he wordlessly departed. Swirling your drink, you decided to finish it in a few gulps so you could go home.

***

The rest of the week passed. Finally, it was the last day of work for the week. Feeling perky and looking forward to sleeping in, you headed to your favorite spot. You nearly skipped all the way there.

After ordering your favorite drink, you slid into a booth at the back of the cantina. Pulling out your data pad, you started to play a little game and sip your beverage. Hours passed.

Feeling good, you left the cantina. It was a nice night, so you took the long way home through the small community park.

You felt your data pad vibrate in your pocket. Curious, you pulled it out and checked your notifs. It was an unknown contact. You raised an eyebrow. Clicking into the conversation, you read:

-Hi there. It’s Boba. You up?

Smiling, you tried to think of a snappy reply. You had been thinking about him in the back of your mind all week.

-hey zaddy. yeah…

You wondered if the use of the word ‘zaddy’ was too much. Before you could feel too self conscious about it, he messaged back.

-You wanna see stars?

Furrowing your brow, you turned left as you exited the park. Continuing your way home, you replied:

-like how?

-Like, I have a ship… we could orbit the planet and have a snack

You smiled.

-ok

-Meet me at the hangar near your cantina; bay 3

A minute from home, you turned around and headed back to the cantina.

-what’re you gonna feed me?

-It’s a surprise…

Intrigued, you decided no more questions. You put your data pad in your pocket and picked up the pace.

****

“Nice to see you again,” Boba was waiting outside his ship for you.

You smiled and walked over to him. He hugged you lightly, pulling you in a little Too Close for just a second. Feeling giddy, you tried not to show your nerves.

“Shall we?” He looped your arm through his and led you aboard.

Once inside, he gave you a quick tour of his tidy ship. It ended in the cockpit.

“Okay, sit here… we’ll go find the prettiest of the moons for a nice view first.”

”Oh… some moons are prettier than others?” You teased.

“Yeah, like how you’re prettier than others,” he purred smoothly.

Feeling hot and bothered, you tried to play it cool. “Look at you, zaddy, trying to flatter me…”

“Is it working?”

You shrugged, “Well… yeah…”

He laughed softly. “Still got it.”

You smiled at his lightheartedness. You watched as the ship took off and flew into the night.

“So you take a lot of girls up here to impress them?” You teased lightly, getting comfortable in your seat.

“Only the ones I really like. So, no.” He flipped a few switches.

Feeling hot and bothered, you offered, “I usually don’t let strange men take me off world…”

“It’d be super unsafe if you did,” he said, taking you out of orbit and in search of his favorite moon.

You laughed a little sheepishly. “Well. I wanted a snack,” you counted after a moment.

“I knew food would be a good incentive.” He seemed genuinely pleased.

Relaxing again, you teased, “Every girl’s weakness. Snackies.”

***

After locating his favorite moon and putting the ship in orbit, Boba led you to the passenger area. It had a nice sized window that offered a good view of the moon and a few more behind it. It was a nice looking moon, you thought.

Then you noticed a little blanket on the floor. On it was a little box and two cushions. “Picnic!” You exclaimed, delighted.

The two of you seated yourselves on the comfy pillows. Boba offered you the box. You found inside a small bottle of expensive wine, and… you gasped. It couldn’t be?

”How’d you know this is my favorite?” You looked up at him, shocked.

“Oh, I might’ve chatted your drunk coworker up at that party, and drawn it out of them. Also, bribery helped.”

You laughed. “Who?”

“I’ll never reveal my source,” he said, mock serious.

“Hm… so long as you keep coming up with things I like I guess I won’t be creeped out,” You reached into the box and pulled the food out as Boba laughed. You found two glasses under the bottle. You let Boba open the wine up as you carefully set up two servings of your favorite snack. The two of you dug in and chatted about local politics and rumors. He seemed to know a lot of them.

Some time later, you realized you were wine drunk. Oops. You confessed to Boba.

”That’s okay, I’ll escort you home.” He casually swirled his wine.

Smiling, you scooted a little closer to him. “How gentlemanly of you,” you lightly slurred your words.

He smiled at you, “You are drunk; to be calling me a gentleman? I’m pretty sure I fall under the ‘scoundrel’ category.”

You giggled, “How come?”

“Oh… just ‘cause.” He shrugged mysteriously.

“Okay,” you slurred again, “You’re a scoundrel then… and you know what scoundrels do?”

”What?” Boba tilted his head curiously.

You lurched forward and kissed him hard on the lips. He grabbed you and pulled you into his lap. You pulled away to coo, “Scoundrels deeefffintely make out on the first date.”

”Is that so?” He laughed softly, but kissed you again. You deepened the kiss, readjusting in his arms so you could wrap yours around his neck. Giddy, you started to pull your top off.
“Wait,” Boba grabbed your wrists. “You sure you’re sober enough for this?”

You shrugged and let go of your shirt. Suddenly you weren’t sure. He pulled you down so you were entangled in each other’s limbs. Kissing you softly, he said, “Another time.” You sighed lustfully and kissed him back. He groaned softly. “You’re making this really difficult, you know.”

Flattered, you giggled and smooshed yourself into him. He held you snugly as you relaxed into his body. He started talking, but you were so relaxed, and maybe a little sleepy…

You woke to a gentle shaking. “Time to get up, cyarika.”

”What?” You opened one eye. Boba was looking down at you, expression very soft. “Omigosh, did I fall asleep?” You were embarrassed.

“Yeah… it was really nice.” But I felt like I should get you back home, so we’re landed now. “Let me walk you home, mesh’la.” He helped you to your feet. Grabbing your jacket, he held it out for you to slip your arms into. “See, what a gentleman,” you commented lightly, winking at him before you turned around to get your arms in.

“Well. Maybe sometimes.” He slipped an arm around your waist. “Shall we?”

***

Secretly, you took the long way home. You thought the park would be a nice walk for the two of you. Chatting easily, you were at your front door before you knew it.

“Until next time?” He asked.

“Yes,” you hugged him for a moment too long. Finally letting go, you said, “I’ll allow you to call on me again.”

He grinned, “I’m thankful.” Rubbing your lower back momentarily, he added, “You look really good right now. I mean it.” Then he was off, down the stairs before you could think of anything to say. Going inside, you went to the mirror. You definitely looked like you’d just taken a hard nap. Smiling softly, you thought it was sweet he would say that, even though you looked like crap. Smiling, you took your jacket off. Dropping it onto a nearby chair, you fell into bed.

***

Hours later, you woke. After a quick shower, you ate what you generously termed brunch. It was in fact almost noon.

You wondered if Boba was still at the hangar. Would it be weird to show up there? So what? You could just see if he was doing anything…

Or did you play it cool and let him reach out to you?

***


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