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Perks of the Job | dark!Boba Fett x reader x (soft)dark!Din Djarin

summary: the only thing worse than one bounty hunter on your trail is two. the only thing worse than a bounty hunter who wants to abuse you is a bounty hunter who wants to make you into a lesson for his makeshift apprentice. the only thing worse than a villain is a villain who thinks he’s a hero.

word count: 5.8k

warnings: smut (noncon, including vaginal, oral m receiving, anal, and dp… so you know, basically everything), a specific kink of mine which I have dubbed "no, not there!" or NNT for short (betcha can guess what that means), din catching feelings lowkey, hair pulling, choking, bondage, forced begging, all the good stuff

Boba had proven to be unendingly useful in bounty missions, even if he was a little bit rough around the edges and slightly more ‘shoot first ask questions later’ in his attack style. Still, Din was grateful for his aid and was happy to tag along when Boba explained he was tracking a target to Florrum— just a smuggler, wanted by the New Republic for trafficking death sticks all across the Outer Rim, nothing too serious or high-profile.

Turned out Din was less useful than he wanted to be, because only Boba was able to get into the club he’d traced your beacon to, so Din was instead left to wait on Slave I and try not to get into any trouble in the meantime.

After less than an hour of resting his eyes in the cockpit, he heard Boba’s voice come in through the comms system. “Target acquired,” he rasped, and Din instantly noticed the distant sounds of struggle and the destruction he must have left in his wake. “Be ready to take off when we board.”

Din leaned forward to hold down the blue button; “Roger,” he replied quickly as he kept an eye on the camera feed of the loading platform, opening and extending it so the hunter and his bounty could board easily. The man appeared on the visual soon after, dragging a woman by the scruff of her neck.

It was you, with your hands tied behind your back and your mouth restrained by a makeshift gag. You were putting up quite a fight, but not nearly enough to stop a man as ruthless as Fett. The second the two of you were inside, Din triggered the loading platform to return to its upright resting place as he started the engines, the ship’s gyroscopic insides tilting against the lift-off sequence. He turned his attention away from the screen as he saw Boba toss you to the ground, focusing instead on his task of exiting the atmosphere and getting the ship into hyperspace so you could be returned to those who sought you.

Hyperspace was quieter, which meant he could hear the sounds of your resistance more easily even with you in another part of the ship entirely. Wondering what all the fuss was about (and, secretly, a bit curious about this feisty young woman Fett had captured), Din made his way out of the cockpit and towards the cargo bay where Boba was wrestling with you.

It didn’t really seem like a fight, in the traditional sense of the word, since a fight implies two opposing forces— it seemed more like you were giving everything you had to try to wrench out of his grip (and go where?, Din was forced to wonder, we’re in hyperspace) while your captor was merely humoring you by not immediately knocking you out and freezing you in carbonite.

Your desperate grunts and whines were muffled by your gag, screeching to a halt as Boba used one hand to hold your torso and pull your back against his chest, the other gripping your jaw tightly. “Stop fighting, little girl,” he hissed, “you’re just going to get yourself hurt.” That deep commanding voice enough to intimidate even Din; thankfully, Din was on Fett’s good side, for the moment, and was pretty sure his own ‘bounty hunter voice’ (as he referred to it only in his own head) was at least 80% as scary.

You made this little motion like you were considering disobeying his instruction, but your rebellion was quelled by a gloved fist tangling into and subsequently tugging your hair. You winced, but relaxed a bit as you gave in to the reality that you’d been bested.

Din didn’t understand what was happening when Boba bent your bound-and-gagged form over a console, but he knew it couldn’t be good: not with the way tears were pouring down your face and soaking the cloth tied through your mouth, not with the way you struggled underneath his grip in your hair and on the back of your tunic.

“What are you doing,” Din asked, although it didn’t come out quite like a question without that uptick at the end, his voice firm and steady and deep even as his heart started to race.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m taking my bonus,” Boba answered plainly, kicking your flailing legs apart to slot his body between them.

Boba must have seen the younger man’s confusion, even through his helmet, because he took a pause from his work to look back at Din.

“You can fuck ‘em before you chuck ‘em, you know,” Boba informed him, like it was obvious— like this was open secret that he was amazed he hadn’t already acted on. Truly, the thought hadn’t really crossed Din’s mind before. His upbringing had been devoid of any sexual education, even to the point of drawing a clear line between right and wrong. Then again, right and wrong were always a blurry mix in his mind as a bounty hunter: instead of that dichotomy, he was taught that there was the Code and nothing else. And the Code didn’t have anything to say about this, specifically, even as guilt and fear tingled up his spine along with the sickly addictive feeling burning in his gut— arousal, as he realized with a little gasp.

Fett leaned down to push his helmet against your ear, as if you’d be able to hear him any clearer even though the helmet’s modulator made it all sound mostly the same anyway. “Don’t try to fight me,” he insisted again. “Just stay still and keep your mouth shut.”

After a shaky breath, you nodded a little, and Boba sat back up, letting go of you with both of his hands— Din was pretty surprised to see you actually stay still, clearly the threat had gotten to you. Fear, as the Mandalorian had learned many times, was a much more powerful tool of control than force. Boba had you beat in both regards.

There was a little grunt from the man behind you as he reached down to fiddle with his trousers, finding the belt and opening which he reached into. From where he was standing, Din couldn’t really see what exactly his travel companion was doing, but even he wasn’t so naive not to figure it out.

A harsh, cracked sound spilled from your mouth, muffled through the gag, as Boba roughly pulled your trousers down and slid his cock between your legs, teasing you— taunting you. It wasn’t enough to violate you, apparently; he had to degrade you, siphon every drop of terror as he reminded you what was happening. You shook your head, and even though your words were objectively unintelligible, it was apparent to Din that you were pleading with your captor to stop.

Din got the sense that he should leave, but his feet were welded to the floor. His eyes were trained on you, shaking and breathing unsteadily where you were bent over and your head was turned to the side to press on the cold metal. You closed your eyes tightly, and Din recognized the expression as ‘bracing for impact,’ although in your case, it wasn’t that you were about to be impacted but impaled. Of course this couldn’t be right, Din knew enough to know that, in fact he was pretty sure it was illegal on some planets, but they weren’t on any planet right now, and Din had done things that are illegal on every planet. Maybe this really was normal bounty-hunting fare, and he was just too inexperienced to realize that. Maybe this was a relic of how hunters operated in Boba’s time; and Din, of course, had a lot of respect for tradition.

Maybe, more than anything, Din had lost track of the part of himself that cared if it was right or wrong, overpowered by a much more primal part of himself that had been chained and suppressed for far too long. The funny thing about monsters is that they get hungrier the longer you keep them caged up.

The way your fists clenched and shook as you were forced to take the hunter’s cock inside you, the way your teeth ground together and a hiss leaked out from between them, the way you whimpered and cried and he could see the shiver run up your spine… Din was obsessed with it, and his chest burned with a foreign emotion that could be described as jealousy, but that wouldn’t explain all of it. It was more than that, indescribable even to someone much more fluent in the language of feelings than Din was.

You sobbed quietly as your body went limp underneath his tight grip on the back of your tunic, just between your shoulder blades. He was already moving his hips quickly, chasing the pleasure he stole from your body. Din could see that he was hurting you, pain unmistakable in the way your expression twisted, even as the rest of your body seemed to have resigned itself.

Din wished, against every instinct of justice still firing wildly in the back of his mind, that he was hurting you like that, and not his companion. Although, he also fancied himself noble enough that, given the opportunity, he would treat you fairer than Boba would. And he was right, but then again, to be less cruel than Boba Fett takes little chivalry.

Your cries were sharp, loud enough at times to echo around the ship’s interior, other times completely silent as the brutality of Boba’s movements knocked the wind out of your lungs.

“Take her mouth,” Boba offered, “it’ll be a good way to shut her up.”

Din’s head was spinning as he tried to process that. It was like his body was moving on pure instinct as he stepped closer, his trousers getting tighter as you looked up at him. Your eyes were pleading for something: mercy, presumably, but he felt helpless to do anything but obey Boba’s order. It was an order, right? He had to do it.

A gloved finger tucked under your gag and pulled it out of your mouth, the fabric falling around your neck as you licked your dry and cracked lips.

“Please,” you whispered.

He kept one hand weaved into your hair as the other opened his pants, his cock bouncing free the moment it was given any space to do so. He held it at the base tightly, afraid it would all end too soon if he didn’t.

“Please, don’t do this,” you insisted, whimpering a little as he rubbed his cock around your lips, smearing the clear precum over your cheek.

The hand he’d tangled into your hair moved to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open, and he gently pushed his cock inside— barely enough to rub his cock on your tongue, to feel the humid moisture of your breathing. You didn’t close your lips until he pushed his cock deeper, enveloping him in the silky skin of your mouth as he tried to keep his cool. How it felt was one thing, but how it looked was another entirely— your lips stretching over his girth, your cheeks bulging where the head of his cock pressed against the inside, your eyes blinking up at him as they brimmed with fresh tears. He hadn’t even been creative enough to imagine something like this those few times he’d gotten himself off with his hand, those few times basic biological need overcame confusion and naivete and ineptitude. Now it was going to be the thing he thought about every time, which was why he was doing his best to commit it to memory now.

Every groan and whimper that Boba forced you to make was vibrating through his cock, making Din sigh shakily and hold your head with both hands.

“Maker,” Din whispered as his head fell back, even though he didn’t believe in the Maker. At least, he hadn’t before.

“Good, isn’t it?” Boba encouraged, his voice tinted with the curl of a grin. Din couldn’t imagine what Boba was getting out of sharing his spoils with him, but he wasn’t one to question the nature of a gift when it felt like this, like your hot, wet tongue massaging the underside of his cock.

“Yes,” Din agreed hoarsely.

You yelped around his length when Boba brought a gloved hand down to smack your rear, the sound almost as erotic as the way your flesh rippled and shook with his aggressive touch. “Go on, suck him harder, give ‘im a real show,” Boba instructed to you darkly. You whimpered but did as he’d said, hollowing your cheeks and creating the most wonderful pressure as you sucked on Din’s swollen head.

Boba shed himself of his right glove, tossing it aside to palm at where your flesh had turned red in the shape of his hand already. Din shivered as he watched Boba’s thumb move inward— he couldn’t see where it was, but he had a pretty good idea based on the way your entire body tensed up, a weak whimper of confusion echoing around Din’s cock.

Instinct told him to take his cock out of your mouth, even if the idea of not feeling you for a moment was unpleasant in so many ways. Still, he figured he needed to hear whatever it was you had to say.

“Don’t,” you pleaded with Boba. “Not that.”

“Bet you’ll like it,” Boba assured, and he must have pushed in to the first knuckle because your whole body jolted forward, running from the sensation as you winced. “Relax,” Boba instructed firmly.

“Stop,” you whimpered, and Din’s heart twisted to see you in pain.

“Do what he says,” Din suggested— not a command, just his best proposal of a solution. In situations of inequitable experience, Din deferred to Boba liberally; certainly, Boba knew more about this than he did, even if that was a very low bar.

“Please, make him stop,” you whispered to him, more of a conversation than the two of you had had before. He was almost tempted to honor your request, even if he would never consider standing up to Boba, but his body was pulsing with need and it overrode any sense of decency left.

“I’m sorry,” was his only consolation as he pushed into your mouth again, and though it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t very useful to you, either.

He held your neck as he pushed himself deeper, his sense of shame deteriorating in favor of pleasure. It was embarrassing enough to be doing this at all, let alone with Boba right there, watching him— well, Boba didn’t really seem to be watching him, too preoccupied with watching you squirm beneath him, but still, he could see it and that was a fact Din preferred to ignore. He imagined instead that this was a private, intimate moment the way it ought to be, the way that he had deduced these activities were usually conducted. He also imagined that you wanted to do this to him, that you were on your knees willingly as opposed to bent over a table by force. It was so easy to picture you wanting it, begging for it, even. Let me do this for you, I want to taste you, I want to make you feel good, you would offer as you knelt down, and he would still feel guilty for it but he wouldn’t stop you, either. Din hadn’t previously allowed himself to fantasize about having a companion of that nature, but as he indulged himself in his imagination now, he decided you would be unendingly generous: with your time, with your love, with your body. In return he would protect you… from exactly the sort of thing he was subjecting you to right now.

Renewed guilt seared through his chest as reality hit: you’d never care about him, you hated him, he could see that clearly in the way you looked up at him while he used your mouth. And he didn’t blame you for it at all, although he wished you would appreciate that it was Boba’s idea in the first place and that his crime was far worse than Din’s. Fett seemed to get off on your reluctance, relish and savor it, while it was just a compromise to Din.

You closed your eyes with a little sigh through your nose, relaxing your mouth further for him to thrust his hips forward into. He realized that you were trying to relax like Boba had told you, and for good reason— Fett had replaced his thumb for two fingers, and Din was almost curious enough to lean forward and try to get a glimpse of your puckered hole opening up to him. You looked pretty with your eyes fallen shut, those eyelashes delicately resting on your cheeks, but it wasn’t as good as being able to gaze right at you.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Din instructed quickly. When they opened again, he saw your stare dart around his helmet, seeking somewhere to latch onto. “Right here,” he clarified, releasing one hand from your throat to tap on the tinted visor. When you looked at where he had told you to, it was almost like you were really looking him in the eyes— although, truthfully, he was sort of glad that you couldn’t because he was sure you would find more there than he wanted you to see. It would be impossible to hide his nervousness, his inexperience, his fear if it weren’t for the beskar in the way. Even now, your bright eyes threatened to pierce right through him.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you, girl?” Boba rasped, the closest Din had ever heard him to beaming with pride.

You shook your head against the intrusion in your mouth, and Din pulled out to give you a chance to talk. (Perhaps it also served the secondary purpose of delaying Din’s orgasm, which he had been holding back for so long now as he found himself oddly insecure about his stamina, but that’s neither here nor there.) “No,” you denied, but your voice was wavering as your eyes darted to the floor.

“She’s lying,” Din announced.

“I know,” Boba replied. “I can feel it— on the inside,” he hissed, and Din wasn’t sure if he was addressing him or you but it made a jolt of electricity shoot up his spine either way. You seemed to react strongly to that, too, although any verbal reaction was lost to him shoving his cock into your mouth one last time— yes, this time he had no intentions of stopping until he pumped his come right into your throat.

It was all happening so much faster than he intended, due in part to your moans shooting right down through his shaft to his balls, which grew tight with his impending release. He’d never felt anything like this— he hadn’t realized before that it would feel different when it wasn’t his hand. I mean, of course everything before the orgasm would feel different, but he imagined that the peak itself was the same. That assumption was beyond inaccurate— he’d never fucked his own hand the way he was fucking your throat, he’d never moaned the way you were making him moan now, he’d never tightened his fists like he was now, and even if he had, it wouldn’t have meant choking you and hearing all your cries come to a sudden halt.

Without your noises it was only the slapping of flesh and the occasional filtered breath through a helmet. He missed your moans, and yet he relished his power to take them away so suddenly.

He could feel the shape of his own cock through the thick skin of your throat, bulging into his hand, accentuated by your pulse just nearby. He could feel you fighting for air. He understood now why Boba had more fun with this than he did with hookers in cantinas— your helplessness was his power. Your weakness was his strength. And Din had never felt so strong.

He relaxed his grip to give you a chance to swallow as he came, pumping into your throat, grunting with each pulse of his cock filling your mouth.

Suddenly the sensation felt like it would become too much, forcing Din to pull his cock out of you and step back. At the same time, Fett stepped back too, which was odd because Din was pretty sure he hadn't finished: if he had, he was a lot more subtle about it than Din was.

“You want your turn, don’t you?” Boba addressed Din, making the latter feel awkwardly exposed.

“I thought this was my turn,” Din answered.

“With her pussy,” Boba clarified, and Din was sure that he had managed to blush hard enough that it was somehow visible through the helmet.

"And you?" Din asked, not wanting to impose.

"I'll be attending to… another matter," Boba explained with that audible smirk in his tone, and Din had a few ideas of what that could mean, all of which caused him to swallow thickly as Fett grabbed you and pulled you up to stand before unceremoniously dropping you to the floor. Din joined you there, not quite sure what he should be doing but figuring he should get on with it as the other man knelt down behind you.

Pulling you onto his lap, you spread your legs to straddle him in an unexpected show of submission which Din thoroughly appreciated. One arm held you up while the other grasped his cock, still hard and hopefully not too sensitive so he could actually do this— he could actually fuck you. It felt unreal; it felt beyond real, hyperreal as he started to slide his cock through the soaked and swollen intricacies of your sex. You must have come like Fett said you would, otherwise he couldn't imagine how you'd become so wet… he could even see it glistening on the inside of your thighs.

When he found the opening he was looking for, all Din had to do was lower you down onto him, gasping slightly as he watched and felt you sink down onto and around him, a little grunt coming out of you as your hips met his.

It was lucky that he’d already come once, in your mouth, because otherwise he would’ve lost it right then and there— you were so warm inside, soaked thoroughly such that his movements were smooth and easy as he instantly started to fuck you, groaning at how perfectly your body accepted him.

“Slow down,” Boba grunted, “I need to get in.”

You cried and shivered as the other man pushed into your available entrance, your head falling exhaustedly onto Din’s shoulder. He looked down at your face, then, and brushed your hair away so he could see it better, peeling strands from where they had been stuck to your forehead and neck by the thin layer of sweat that covered you. He wanted to comfort you, to promise that the pain would ease soon, but he couldn’t really think of anything to say; so, he just held you tight as he began to move within you again, and saw the other hunter do the same.

He made a conscious effort to not look at Boba’s cock, for fear of comparing it to his own. It was disturbing enough to be able to feel it, slightly, through the thin barrier your body provided. How inconceivable that Din had woken up a virgin and would fall asleep tonight with the memory of this lodged in his mind forever. In one day of sexual activity he’d gotten more done than many would in a lifetime, and yet he still lacked the most common things: love, passion, consent… perhaps someday he’d find those, even if it could never be from you.

Not worried anymore about an attempt to fight or flee, Din reached back and untied your wrists from each other, hoping he wouldn't get scolded for it by Fett who thankfully remained silent aside from his own restrained sounds of pleasure. You clung to him instantly, your freshly-freed hands clutching at his back, and he decided to interpret it as a token of affection even if he knew that was a bit of a stretch. If nothing else, maybe you recognized him as the lesser of two evils.

He opted to take credit for the way your moans were different from before; even in his wildest fantasies could he not convince himself that he was better at this than Boba was, but he could swing at the idea that you preferred him because you were meant for him. It was probably more outlandish, yes, but it was so easy to believe that you were made to be his when you felt so good around him. Din hadn’t even known anything could feel this good.

Something Boba had said earlier gained clearer meaning when Din felt your inner walls seize up and shift around him. Trying not to be too loud, he resorted to coping with the feeling by gripping your waist tightly. The idea that he could leave bruises on your skin excited him more than he would have anticipated (if, of course, he had anticipated any of this).

Another tug on your hair from Boba wrenched your head back. "Gonna come," he grunted at you lowly, "in this tight little ass. You want it?"

"Please," you whispered, not quite sounding enthusiastic but managing to give him whatever he was looking for, apparently, as another choked noise signalled his release. Your body reacted strongly to that, clenching down hard on Din's cock.

"You like it," Din posited. "I can feel it," he reminded you when you tried to deny it with a shake of your head, "from the inside."

Boba took his time pulling out, the most peculiar sensation that made Din shudder a bit. As tight as you were when you were full in that way, Din preferred having you to himself.

"I'll be in the fresher," Boba announced as he stood up and tucked himself back into his uniform, looking so composed in a way Din envied; he was sure, somehow, that he looked a complete mess even with the armor covering him. "I'll leave you to your fun. Don't take too long."

“I— I won’t last much longer,” Din stammered, wondering immediately if it was too much information.

“Not inside,” you begged suddenly.

Boba chuckled a little as he left, and Din wondered if it was what he said or what you said that made him laugh. The thought was forgotten as the hunter left, and he suddenly felt a wave of nerves wash over him— the way he always felt when he was alone with a pretty girl. Not that he'd ever been alone with a pretty girl quite like this.

Not sure what to say, he opted to just not say anything as he held you tight and bucked his hips up into you. You wouldn't let him off that easy, apparently, as you reiterated yourself: "You can't come inside, please don't—"

"This isn't a negotiation," Din reminded you firmly.

He was too close to imagine stopping now, anyway; the snug grip of your insides was too good to be ignored, his body was incapable of slowing down as he fucked you deeper and faster than ever. He noticed which angle of his hips made you moan loudest, hoping to feel you come around him just like Boba had.

“Come for me,” he instructed, hearing an impression of Fett in his own voice as he tried to come across as dominating, “I wanna feel it.”

You shivered a little, whimpering into the crook of his neck before he lifted you by the jaw to look at your face. You looked exhausted, eyes blown wide and dark, lips swollen and bitten red, hair tangled and unruly from being used essentially as reigns.

“Can you do that? Can you come?” he pressed, grinding his hips up into yours and watching you whine at the sensation of being filled so deeply. You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. “Say it.”

“Yes,” you answered, “I’ll— I’ll come.”

“Good,” he praised plainly, doing his best to hold himself back until he got his chance to feel you reach your peak.

Your head fell back as your hands weakly tugged at his shoulders, and Din hoped that tearing your tunic down the front to grope your breasts would speed things along for you. He hadn’t taken off his gloves, but even so he relished the weight of them in his palms, curiously pinching at a hardened nipple which made you flex around him again.

“Are you close,” he asked, losing that intonation of a question again, focusing instead on trying not to sound exasperated.

“Yes,” you hissed, “I’m gonna— fuck,” you interrupted yourself.

You were moving a bit on your own now, instead of him holding you still and letting you limply take it like a ragdoll— no, you were rocking your hips in time with him, pushing down against him. You wanted it, obviously, and Din was more than happy to give it to you. He slammed into you with each thrust, held you down so you couldn’t squirm, groaned when he felt your body pulse around him. A new surge of wetness gushed between your bodies, your broken cry echoed right against his ear— if this wasn’t a dead giveaway that you were coming, he wasn’t sure what was. Unable to hold back anymore as you sobbed and shivered on top of him, he finally released into you, everything building up so fast only to snap in a moment, an embarrassingly weak moan slipping from his lips.

He was sure he had never been so exhausted, but it was the most incredible feeling as well. A little tear fell down your cheek— from terror, maybe, or disgust, or even pleasure… he had no real way to tell.

As he began to catch his breath, he wondered if he should say something; and, if he should, what that would be. Thankfully, he felt the lurch of the ship leaving hyperspace— the weight of gravity sinking a little heavier as you slumped down on top of him.

He picked you up and set you down on the floor, standing as he delicately stuffed his cock back into his trousers. “Looks like he’ll bring you in soon,” Din mumbled, but you didn’t really seem to care much, just laying on the floor and staring into nothingness. He watched his seed leak out of you and onto the steel, making a mental note to clean that up later, hoping you weren’t too angry with him for disobeying your request that he finish elsewhere. “You’ll need a new tunic,” he noticed as he realized it was probably less than ideal to bring in a target who had been so obviously violated. “I’ll bring you something to cover yourself with,” he decided.

Heading for his sack to search for an old cape or blanket that you could wear, he passed by the cockpit where Boba was steering the ship.

“I’m keeping the reward,” Boba interjected suddenly without turning back to look towards him, making Din stop walking, “since I was generous enough to share the… fringe benefits.”

“Of course,” Din nodded, not having expected a share of the bounty in the first place since all he’d done was keep lookout during the actual hunt. He was ready to walk away, but Boba spoke again as he turned the captain’s chair and faced Din, finally.

“Did you do what she asked?” Boba pressed.

“What?” Din choked, taking a moment to remember what he was even talking about— when you asked him not to come inside, apparently. “Oh, um, no.” His face warmed beneath the beskar as Fett chuckled to himself.

“Good,” he nodded. “Never take commands from a target, or a whore.”

Din shuffled nervously but said nothing, considering he had no idea how to respond to that.

“Besides,” Boba continued as he turned back to the controls of the ship, “if she’s pregnant that’ll be the New Republic’s problem.”

Din figured he was free to go now, taking a moment to glance over Boba’s shoulder at the planet ahead before continuing ahead. His quest for a cloak for you was nearly forgotten as he tried to clear his mind of what Boba had said so casually. He needed a shower, desperately, but he didn’t have time before the ship landed— and Fett probably intended on making Din complete the transfer and bring the credits back, since the older hunter wasn’t exactly a friend of the Republic.

He ended up grabbing an old shirt of his, tossing it at you when he entered the room where he’d left you, finding you standing with your trousers pulled back up. Silently he wondered if you had made any effort to clean yourself of his come or if it was still there between your legs, but neither of you said a word as he put you in more formal shackles than the rags that Boba had tied you with originally.

The New Republic officer definitely reacted to your appearance when Din brought you forward, all but dragging you as he gripped your arm. “When’d she get so roughed up?” the young officer interrogated as he handed Din the credits he was owed.

“Found her like this,” Din shrugged.

He didn’t seem to buy it, with the way he scanned your form and raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything else as he motioned for two guards to take you away. Din considered looking back but decided against it, returning to the ship and immediately surrendering the credits to their rightful owner in Boba.

“Next job’s on Dantooine,” Boba informed him gruffly as he piloted the ship out of the atmosphere. But Din wasn’t listening, instead watching your new prison shrink and disappear into a dot, hoping to find in himself the carelessness that Boba had already mastered. He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask his hunting partner— Is this how it always goes? Will it happen again? Do you really think she could be pregnant? — but he wouldn’t even consider speaking any of them aloud. It was almost funny that they had shared something so disturbingly intimate and Din still felt unable to be direct with him, although neither of them had the sense of humor to appreciate it.

“Thank you,” Din blurted out. “For teaching me about the job.”

“My pleasure,” Boba replied gruffly, and with a jump back into hyperspace, the ship was submerged once again into silence.

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dalekofchaos · 2 years

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How would you have done episode 5 and 6 to make it more Boba inclusive?

I simply would've had episode 5 be about Boba recruiting the old Bounty Hunter Crew. Which would explore flashbacks of Boba Fett's time as a Bounty Hunter. So ideally we'd get to see Bossk, IG-88 and Dengar as Boba's muscle. 4-Lom is dead and I can't see Zuckuss as a willing ally for Boba. I'd also feature flashbacks for Fennec that shows that Aura Sing picked Fennec off the streets, trained her and molded her into the perfect weapon and her last flashback would send Fennec off on her mission to capture Omega.

You could include Return Of The Mandalorian as a bonus episode. But for the love of god save the first half of what you intended for episode 6 for The Mandalorian, cause idk but Mandalorian centric stuff SHOULD BE SAVED FOR THE MANDALORIAN.

Now what I would do in The First half of episode 6 is actually have Din arrive first and save the Grogu/Luke stuff for The Mandalorian. But Boba and Din would talk and we'd explore the history of Jango and Jaster Mereel in flashbacks to flesh out Boba's Mandalorian heritage. Do you really wanna use CGI for a story that actually expands on Boba's character? Then use it to give us Jango. While you're at it, cast Manu Bennett as Jaster Mereel. Din would tell Boba what The Armorer told him that he is no longer Mandlorian "You wield the Darksaber, you are Mand'alor. You tell them they are not Mandalorians. Take my advice my friend, don't let a cult to dictate how you live your life. Do you still follow the creed of Mandalore? "Yes" "Do you still fight with honor and for honor?" "Yes." "Then you are Mandalorian." also have Boba say something about Grogu "as long as the child is with Skywalker, he should be safe. But should he come back into your care, I cannot be in the same room as him. I have their face and voice, the little one would not take me well" Then the bit to send Din to meet with Cobb Vanth and then the stand off with Cobb and Cad Bane

Now if it were up to me episode 7 would show the flashbacks of the unfinished Bounty Hunter arc from The Clone Wars, while also showing that Cad Bane was the one who killed the Tuskens. And I would have Boba and Cad Bane have a final stand off that has Boba mortally wounding Cad Bane, but not taking his life. To show that he's truly changed his ways and goes from cold blooded killer to man of honor. And should Bane try one last attack, Fennec shoots him dead. And ideally I would end the finale in a few ways

Fennec tells Boba about Omega and we see Boba and Fennec find Omega

Bane’s death would be a message sent to the Syndicate and we’d get an ending shot of Qi’Ra or Prince Xizor as the head of the Syndicate

Boba Fett hears whispers and rumors of Mace Windu’s survival, so a tease that shows Boba leaving to hunt down Mace Windu

Like they really did Boba and Fennec dirty for the last two episodes, so actually let them shine in their own show.

But if it were truly up to me we would've had a stand off between Boba and Bane and Fennec and Aurra Sing(if only Solo didn't fuck that shit up...YES I AM STILL MAD THAT SING WAS FRIDGED FOR BECKETT'S REPUTATION, THAT WAS FUCKING STUPID)

#Star Wars #The Book Of Boba Fett #Boba Fett #Fennec Shand #Din Djarin #Bobannec #Bossk #Dengar #IG 88 #Jango Fett #Jaster Mereel #Aurra Sing #Qi'Ra #Mace Windu #Prince Xizor

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flightlessangelwings · 3 years

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Don’t Call Me Princess

Boba Fett x fem!reader x Fennec Shand

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings, please be aware of these before reading: CNC (consensual non consent), smut, role play, threesome, oral (m & f receiving), face fucking, light cockwarming, throne fucking, rough, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, slight degradation, aftercare

Please note that everything that happens here is consensual (and is explicitly stated so) and was discussed beforehand.

18+ ONLY!

You struggled against your restraints as the bounty hunter dragged you into the grand palace of the desert planet you had found yourself on. She was definitely stronger than she looked, and she was able to capture you and tie your arms behind your back in no time.

The space was empty as she led you by your arm down the hallway until the pair of you came into a dimly lit throne room. In the center of the room sat a helmeted man, and you could tell by his body language that he was amused with the sight before him.

“I hope you enjoyed your freedom while it lasted, princess,” he mocked you as he leaned forward, “Did she give you any trouble, Fennec?”

“Not at all,” you could hear the smirk in the woman’s voice from behind you, “You were a good girl, weren’t you?” she shook you so that she made sure you paid attention to her.

You glanced behind you with a small whine before your eyes went back to the man on the throne. Your eyes went wide as you realized who you were brought to, “You’re Boba Fett, aren’t you?”

He chuckled in a low rumble as he casually removed his helmet, “I see my reputation precedes me,” he paused as he studied your face, “As does yours, princess. There is a large reward for the return of the runaway royal.”

You strained against your restraints, “Don’t call me ‘princess,’” you spat back, though your voice was weaker than you wanted it to be.

Fennec tightened her grip on your arm and yanked you back so that your back was flush with her chest. The action made you gasp, and you felt your body heat up at the sudden contact. She ran her free hand up the side of your body as she mocked you, “What’s wrong… princess?”

“Don’t…” you started to protest but your breath caught in your throat when Fennec gripped your breast tightly. She nuzzled her nose against your neck before she nipped at the exposed skin there. “What…?” you couldn’t form more than one syllable as your eyes fluttered shut while she fondled and caressed you, and you hated how turned on you became just from those touches.

“I like your thinking, Fennec,” Boba’s voice rang through the room, and you opened your eyes to find that he palmed himself over his pants as he watched you both. His eyes were deep and even from a distance you could see the desire and want in them, “Bring her here.”

“Let’s have a little fun with her,” Fennec’s voice was low and dripped with lust.

The deepness of their voices went right to your core, and you couldn’t help the way your thighs clenched together. Boba’s gaze never broke from yours as you were forced closer by Fennec. You dug your heels into the ground and tried to put as much weight down as you could, but you should have known better. She was easily able to push you so that you stood just before Boba Fett.

“Why don’t we put that mouth to better use, huh?” he grinned as he reached out for you.

Fennec pushed you forward and you stumbled until you were caught by strong arms. You looked up to see that Boba’s face had softened as he held you up, and you knew that he silently asked you if you were still ok with all of this. You gave him a flash of a smile and a subtle nod; you had a safe word and a non-verbal signal to use if you needed this to stop. With confirmation from you, his face dropped and he was back in character.

He gripped onto your jaw and harshly hinged you forward so that you bent over. In the same movement, Boba sat himself back on his throne and brought your face to his length, which you could see was hard already under his pants. Your eyes went wide as you helplessly watched him open his pants just enough to free his erection.

From behind you, Fennec grabbed onto your hips to keep your back flat as you stayed bent over on Boba’s lap. Your mouth dropped open in a soft protest, but before you formed more than a simple “no,” Boba took the opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth.

You gasped as tried to pull away from him, but Fennec kept a firm grip on your ass to keep you in place. She and Boba shared a glance and a grin before she moved to work your pants off of your body. You whimpered around Boba’s cock as you tried to move, but between the way the two of them held you still and your arms still bound behind you, you were completely at their mercy.

Boba kept his knees spread as his cock rested completely still in your mouth, and you could feel your jaw ache already. He watched while Fennec took hold of the binders around your wrists with one hand and shoved your pants down your legs with the other. Her eyes flicked up and met his with a wicked grin, and he knew exactly what it meant: you were wet already.

You whined around the thick cock in your mouth as you felt Fennec slap your now exposed ass once before she caressed the skin there. She then switched the hand that held your bound wrists so she could give the same attention to the other side, and Boba’s cock twitched in your mouth when you moaned around him.

Fennec let her fingernails drag across your skin as her hand made its way to your pussy, and she let out a sharp laugh when you tried to wriggle out of her grip.

“You’re already taking my cock so well, princess,” Boba hummed as he traced his fingers across your face, “Now be a good girl and let Fennec fuck you.”

Just as the words left Boba’s lips, Fennec drove two fingers into your pussy. Your cry was muffled, but it still echoed through the room. She didn’t give you any time to recover from how hard she initially thrust into you and immediately pumped her fingers in and out of your pussy.

“How does she feel?” Boba asked in a low groan. He fought to keep his hips still, though he wanted nothing more than to fuck your face in that moment.

“Perfect,” Fennec replied in a velvety tone. She felt you clench around her fingers at that. “I’ll have to use the strap on her next time.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked up at the man in front of you in a silent plea for this to stop. His gaze dropped to meet yours and he wiped away your tears in a gentle motion. You thought he would tell his partner to stop, but instead he reached around to the back of your head and gripped your scalp tightly.

Boba couldn’t hold himself back anymore and he lifted his hips enough to have the leverage he needed to thrust into your mouth. You were pounded relentlessly from both sides as he matched Fennec’s pace. Your choked sobs and moans filled the room as Boba groaned. Just as he fucked your face even harder, Fennec added a third finger and reached her thumb to flick at your clit.

You cried out even louder, and you knew you wouldn’t last long if she kept her pace like this. But, Fennec just teased you and withdrew her thumb after just a few harsh circles to concentrate on pounding her fingers into you. Before you knew what you were doing, your eyes went back up to Boba in a silent plea for her to touch your clit again.

The action did not go unnoticed by Boba, and he slowed his thrusts as he spoke to you in that condescending voice again, “You want to cum, princess?”

“Mmmhmm,” you moaned around his length. As much as you protested, your body reacted on its own and the need to reach your climax took over.

“You think she deserves to cum?” this time his question was directed at Fennec, who was so focused on fucking your cunt that she almost didn’t hear the question.

You whined as you clenched yourself around her fingers again, which seemed to please her, “I think we can let her cum,” Fennec cooed as she leaned forward to cover your body with hers.

She repositioned herself again so that her fingers filled you and her thumb ghosted over your clit. Fennec teased you for a moment before he rubbed harsh circles, and let out a dark chuckle when you cried out in pleasure. Meanwhile, Boba stilled himself in your mouth again and leaned back so he could watch you come undone in front of him.

Fennec tugged at the restraints to get your body to angle just slightly upwards, and Boba tilted his head to watch her fuck your with her fingers. He smiled as he saw how soaked you were, and he could see your legs tremble from your approaching orgasm.

“Come for us, princess,” he commanded, and that was all it took for you to break. You shut your eyes as your mouth dropped open and your scream filled the room. Boba held you up by your shoulders as Fennec rode out every last ounce of your climax util you sobbed from the stimulation.

Once she was satisfied, Fennec slowly pulled out and made eye contact with Boba as she licked her fingers clean. He carefully pulled himself out of your mouth and wrapped a hand around your neck as he guided you to stand. Once you both stood, Boba pulled out a small knife and held it up to you.

Your eyes widened at the blade, and Fennec held your bound arms taut behind you as he slowly sliced your shirt up the middle. A whimper escaped your lips as he completely exposed you to them. Boba dropped the knife onto the floor as they both eyed your body greedily.

Boba leaned in and cupped your breasts before he whispered, “Now you have to say ‘thank you’ to Fennec here for that orgasm, princess,” his eyes darted behind you to his partner.

You swallowed hard as Boba wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around so that you back pressed against his chest. You could feel his hardness against your backside, and you whimpered as you tried to struggle free again. Although you knew it was no use, you tried anyway. Between your binds and the exhaustion from having come once already, you didn’t have the strength to fight back.

“And I want to feel how this pussy feels too,” Boba added in a growl as he sat you both down on his throne. Once he was seated, he moved his hands to grab a hold of your hips and in one swift movement, he lifted you and dropped you down onto his length.

You threw your head back and let out a loud scream as he filled you in one movement, and the protest at the pet name was completely erased from your mind. You leaned back against his body as he wrapped his arm around your waist and just took the moment to savour how amazing you felt around his cock. Your legs were still pressed together, which made your inner muscles even tighter around him, and it was a feeling unlike any other.

Boba paused though to give you a minute to use the safe word if you needed it. When you were silent save for your soft cries, he nodded to Fennec to continue.

Fennec slowly undid her pants and pushed them down before she stepped out of one leg. You opened your eyes at the sound of the movement and you just watched as she presented herself to you. The fierce look on her face never faltered, though, and even when she lifted her bare leg to the arm of the throne, she remained stoic.

You couldn’t help but glance down at her pussy, and before you could even lick your lips, she rocked her hips forward so that your mouth covered her cunt. Fennec grabbed hold of your scalp much the way Boba did earlier and held you taut against her body.

“Be a good girl now,” she cooed as she pressed your face against her body hard enough that you almost couldn’t breathe.

With a gasp, you cocked your head to the side just enough so you could get some air in your nose before you flicked your tongue out against her pussy. Her grip on your scalp tightened as you softly ran your tongue over her folds while Boba held you still on his cock.

“I know you can do better than this, princess,” Fennec tugged at you again with both hands.

Your sobs were muffled against her as you swirled your tongue faster and aimed directly at her clit. That made her groan in approval as she released one hand to caress the side of your face. In your mind, you figured if you gave Fennec what she wanted, then maybe they would let you go, so you sucked at her cunt even harder. You grinned against her when she let out a low moan and you ran your tongue in random patterns along her.

When your tongue hit Fennnec’s clit at just the right angle, she let out a louder moan involuntarily. You kept up your pace with your tongue, determined to make her come, and you could tell from how she tugged at your scalp that she was close. It only took a few more harsh licks for her climax to take her over, and Fennec slumped over you as she came.

Boba watched you eat her out with a grin on his face as he held you still in his lap. He moved his hands from around your waist to grip onto your arms as he used his knees to force your legs open. You whined against Fennec’s pussy as the movement shifted Boba’s length inside you. After he adjusted you, Boba moved one arm to cup at your breast and rolled your nipple in his fingers, which made your squirm.

Fennec finally released you once she was satisfied and she leaned back against the large arm of the throne to watch as Boba prepared to fuck you senseless, “Have fun with her, Fett,” she spoke in a low voice.

“Oh I will,” he replied with a wicked smirk.

You swallowed hard as you tried once again to break free, “Wait…”

But he didn’t listen. Boba used his legs to pin yours open and while he kept one hand to grip the binders, the other moved down from your breast to rub at your clit. You cried out as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks and you felt him rock in and out of you.

He started slow, but soon picked up his pace and within minutes, Boba pounded into you while he rubbed at your clit harshly. You fell forward, your strength almost completely gone, but he held onto your bound wrists and used that leverage to keep you upright. The whimpers and cries that escaped your lips only fueled him on more, not to mention the wet sounds your pussy made as he thrusted into you.

“Please…” you begged in a weak voice as you let yourself go limp in his grip.

Boba stilled himself deep inside you as he yanked you back against his chest, “‘Please?’” his voice was low in your ear as he wrapped his hand around your neck, “Well since you asked so nicely, princess…”

“Don’t call me...AHHH” your thought was cut off as he resumed his ruthless pace and pounded into you without mercy.

Your screams filled the room as he pumped his cock into you. Fennec watched the sight before her with a dark smile on her face and her hand on her own clit. She couldn’t help herself from how delicious you sounded while Boba fucked you on his throne. Her own low moans were drowned out by your cries, and you didn’t even register them. You were too preoccupied with how Boba’s large cock stretched you out and rocked so roughly into you.

“I feel you fighting your climax,” he groaned in your ear as he felt his orgasm approach, “You gonna be a good girl and come for me, princess?” Boba picked up his pace even more when he felt you clench your inner muscles around him, “Let me feel how this beautiful pussy comes on my cock.”

Your whole body trembled as you gave in and threw your head back and came with a loud scream. You soaked Boba’s cock with your orgasm, and both he and Fennec came at the same time soon after your climax first hit. You faintly heard both of them moan and you felt his seed spill deep into you, but your mind was too cloudy to think about much of anything.

Once he rode out both of your orgasms, Boba fell back against his throne and pulled you down with him. The room was quiet as you all caught your breaths, and your eyes fluttered closed as you rested against his broad chest. It wasn’t until you felt his hands run up your sides that you were brought back to the present.

“Hey,” Boba said your name in a soft voice, “You alright?”

You nodded without opening your eyes, not ready to trust your own voice just yet. You listened as Fennec stood and quickly dressed herself before she reached out for you.

“Let me help you,” her voice was just as soft as you felt her hands on your shoulders. You finally opened your eyes to be met with her beautiful face just inches from yours and you gave her a nod before you leaned forward.

Fennec reached around to unlock the binders around your wrists, and both her and Boba helped you lift yourself off of his cock. You couldn’t help the whimper that you let out as you stood on shaky legs, but Fennec did not let you fall.

“Thanks,” you mumbled as you leaned against her. She led you down the hallway to your bedroom while Boba stood and followed close behind.

You collapsed down onto your soft bed and closed your eyes as you hummed contently. A smile grew on your face when you felt a body rest on either side of you followed by two pairs of arms around you.

“You did good love,” Boba said your name again as he placed a soft kiss on your temple, “I know you hate to be called ‘princess,’” he then added with a chuckle.

“That was your idea,” Fennec reminded him before she addressed you with your name, “Are you hurt at all?” her hand ghosted across your body as she checked you over.

You shook your head, “I’m wonderful,” you opened your eyes and placed soft kisses to each of their lips, “Thank you.”

Fennec traced the outline of your face with her fingers before she gently guided your head down to rest, “I enjoyed that too,” she admitted in a whisper.

Boba hummed in agreement, “Rest now, love. We’ve got you.”

“You always do,” you replied with a yawn as you let yourself drift off to sleep. You knew you would be sore tomorrow, but you wanted this, and Boba and Fennec made it well worth the bruises.

Notes: I cannot fight horny bisexual brain so I don’t even try! I hope y’all enjoyed this, I know it something really different. I don’t have a Boba or Fennec taglist but I can make one if there’s interest in either or both characters so please let me know!

#boba fett x reader #fennec shand x reader #boba fett x you #fennec shand x you #boba fett #fennec shand #star wars fanfiction

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mandospace · 3 years

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Allure (Boba Fett x Reader)

Request: Hi! I love your writing! 🖤 May I request something with jealous Boba? 🙏🏻✨

Requested By: @kat-r-in

Word Count: 4,224

Warnings: Strong language, jealousy

A/N: Sorry if this kind of sucks :( But maybe you don’t think it sucks, so enjoy, anyways! **gif not mine, credit to the creator!**

MASTERLIST

“If we come in from the side, he won’t suspect a thing.”

“No, that’s too obvious- he’d spot us from a mile away.”

The constant bickering between the two Mandalorians was becoming old, and fast. They were surrounding a table that had maps scattered over it, gloved fingers pointing at different areas. A single puck sat between them, hologram shining the face of the quarry that the two hunters were after. The three of you had tracked the quarry to Canto Bight- one of the richer and more frivolous cities the three of you had ever been. You were positive that he was hiding somewhere in one of the many bars and casinos- the question was which one.

After some light scouting done by the two hunters, the pair determined that the quarry was hiding out in the largest casino that Canto Bight had to offer. Go figure.

The three of you- more accurately the two bounty hunters- were trying to come up with a plan to capture the quarry effectively and as quietly as possible. Drawing attention in a city this big was never good, and the two Mandalorians already stuck out like a sore thumb in their beskar armor.

“Well we can’t just walk up to the guy,” Boba huffed, thick arms crossing over his chest in exasperation. The bickering was giving you a headache. You tried to tune them out as best as you could but their deep voices seemed to echo in the hull of Slave One. Rubbing your temples for some form of relief, Din spoke up.

“Why not?”

Boba gave Din an annoyed glance through his black visor. His irritation radiated from him in waves. “I don’t really have to explain why that is a stupid idea to you, do I?”

“No,” Din shook his head. “Not us. Her.” He swung his arm out in your general direction, casting the Mandalorians’ gaze on you. You squirmed in your seat at the attention.

“Me?”

“No.” Boba spoke at the same time you did, voices overlapping. Embarrassment at being called out soon turned to frustration at Boba’s quick dismissal of you. You could feel your metaphorical hackles raise in defense.

“Why not?” Din cut in before you could argue for yourself. “She’s perfect. Put her in a pretty dress and she’d blend in with the wealthiest of the crowd. She could saunter right up to the quarry and seduce him like that.” Din punctuated his sentence with a snap of his fingers. You could feel the blush rising to your cheeks at his suggestion of you seducing someone- you couldn’t do that. “She tempts him out the back door where we will be waiting to get him. It’d be over in an hour.”

Din’s words hung in the air as Boba contemplated the plan before answering with a resounding ‘no.’ Anger flashed hot in your veins.

“I can do it,” you shot a glare at the green helmet before turning to Din’s silver one. “When do we start?”

“I said no.” Boba’s tone was dangerous- the threat very clear. Before Din could argue for you again, you hopped off your crate and stormed up to the older hunter.

“You don’t get to decide what I do or don’t do,” you jabbed a finger into the green cuirass. Pain radiated through your finger, you forgot just how hard beskar was.

“It’s too dangerous,” Boba grabbed your wrist to push away your hand. Hurt flashed through your eyes at his motion. “You could get hurt.”

“Then one of us will protect her,” Din interjected, disrupting the tense glaring match you and Boba were having. “Follow her from a distance, watch out for any problems. And if she needs us, we’ll be there.”

“I’ll be fine, Boba,” you switched tactics, trying to appeal to his more gentler side. If he even had one. You reached your hand out and rested it on the green beskar covering his chest. This time he didn’t push you away. “Din will step in if anything-”

“I’m going to watch you.” Boba cut you off and settled his gaze on your face. You couldn’t be sure, but you were certain that he was looking you in the eye. “Din will wait out back to catch him. If anything goes wrong, I will step in and protect you, even if it means the quarry gets away. Understand?”

Din spoke his understanding, nodding along to the plan. You were frozen to the floor of the ship, trapped under Boba’s gaze. While his words were meant for Din, you couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine. He was willing to give up the bounty for you? He was willing to give up the job that would keep them comfortable for a month for you?

“I still don’t like this,” Boba grumbled, breaking your gaze to look at Din. He took a step back from the tense bubble the two of you created before turning to walk to the cockpit. “Get ready. We’re doing this tonight.”

Boba left the two of you in a flurry before the doors leading to the cockpit slammed shut. Din laid a tentative hand on your shoulder and you jumped in surprise. “Don’t worry, you’ll do great. Boba is just being dramatic.”

You were still frozen to your spot on the floor, staring at the sealed doors of the cockpit. “There’s just one problem.”

“What?”

“I don’t own a dress.”

———

After storming off, Boba passed the time in the cockpit, silently fuming by himself. The anger was like a raging sea in his chest, waves battering against his ribs. Logically, Boba knew that the plan was good and that it would work. The quarry would get one look at you and would fall at your feet in adoration, maybe even cuff himself if you asked in just the right way, just the right context. He knew that you could handle yourself and that you would be okay, and if not, he’d be there.

Realistically, though, the idea of some sleazy guy putting his hands on you made his stomach turn. Just the idea of another man touching you- no, even looking at you- made Boba see red. The anger and hatred for this quarry and his imagined slights against you rose up in his throat, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. His grip on one of the dashboard’s levers tightened before the lever snapped from the pressure. Boba looked at the metal object in his hand, disgusted.

“Great,” Boba grumbled to himself before tossing the broken lever to the corner. “Now I’ve got to fix that.”

Boba knew he shouldn’t feel this way about you. Feel this insanely possessive feeling that gripped his heart every time you walked into a room or smiled at him. You weren’t his, you didn’t belong to him, and you never would. Even if you had wanted him too, Boba reasoned with himself that he would turn you away for your own safety. You were too gentle, too kind, too pure to get wrapped up in his bloody life. He wouldn’t make you go through that, even if he desperately wanted you by his side every step of the way.

The watch on his vambrace beeped, signaling that it was time to leave. Boba stood up with a sigh, strapping his blaster to his hip. The sooner he left for this mission, the sooner he could get back to sulking by himself. He met Din in the hull of the ship who was waiting, ready for the mission. Din leaned against the wall, fingers messing with the whistling birds on his vambrace. Boba had always wanted some of those.

“Is she ready?” Boba asked while settling in next to Din. He crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh.

“Almost,” Din responded. “She had to run out earlier, so she is a little behind.”

“Run out?” The words left Boba’s mouth in confusion. What did he mean, you ‘ran out?’

Before Din could answer, the soft sound of clicks against the floor made the two Mandalorians look up in interest. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Boba’s heart almost burst through the hard beskar strapped to his chest at the sight of you.

You were absolutely breathtaking. Boba was glad for the helmet that hid his face, or else you and Din would’ve seen his gaping mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off you- each glance sent a trickle of heat running south, pooling low in his stomach. The silvery-white fabric draped over your curves deliciously. A slit ran up the side of the skirt, showing your leg with each step. Boba couldn’t help but stare at the skin revealed before his eyes. You were ethereal, reminding him of the angels that lived on the moons of Iego.

“Wow...” Din let out a shaky breath. Boba’s gaze immediately snapped to Din who was currently drinking in your form. Anger and jealousy flared inside of Boba. “You look...”

“Beautiful,” Boba finished Din’s sentence, drawing your gaze to him. He hadn’t meant for the words to slip out, but they did, and his face was red under the helmet. The way you looked at him, a nervous smile gracing your features as you tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear made Boba want to reach out and touch you. Before he could do something he’d regret, Boba turned around and opened the ship’s ramp. “Let’s go.”

The walk to the casino was long, the three of you trying to make your way through Canto Bight’s bustling crowds. Din walked beside you, making light conversation while Boba trailed behind to watch out for any trouble. His mind wasn’t focused on scanning the crowd for dangerous people though, instead it was focused on the dip of your back where Din’s hand rested. Boba knew that it probably wasn’t anything other than friendly- the logical part of him told him this- but that still didn’t stop the animalistic urge growing inside him to snatch you away from Din’s grip with a snarl. Your dress draped low on your back, revealing even more skin that Boba longed to touch. You looked so soft, he was sure your skin would feel like the silk you were wearing. Din’s thumb continued tracing lazy circles into the exposed skin on the small of your back. With each brush, Boba’s vision tinted redder with ire.

“We’re here,” Din’s voice snapped Boba out of his thoughts, red haze fading when you turned and looked at him. Just one look from you and he could practically feel the anger melting off of him. “I’ll be waiting out back for the quarry. If you need me,” Din tapped the side of his helmet twice, a silent way of saying ‘call me,’ before he turned with a swirl of his cape. He vanished into the crowd, and Boba was left alone with you.

“Here,” he grabbed your wrist, bringing it closer to him and having your palm face up. He placed a small piece of technology in your open hand. “This is your communicator. Put it in your ear. It lets me hear what’s going on around you, and lets you talk to me if you need me for any reason.”

You looked at the small piece in your hand before putting it in your ear. It was slightly irritating, the little communicator. Boba pressed a button on his vambrace and a small little beep sounded in your ear.

“There,” Boba’s voice was much deeper through the earpiece. Even though he was only a few feet in front of you, it felt like he was right beside your head, whispering in your ear. “Now I can hear everything.”

“Everything?” Your mind drifted to what was about to happen. You knew you had to seduce the quarry, and that was already embarrassing as is, but now Boba gets to hear it too? “Even...”

“Yes,” Boba nodded. He already didn’t like the plan. Any plan that put you in harm’s way was a bad plan to him, but he still knew this would work. Didn’t mean that he had to like it.

“What if I...” you trailed off, heat flooding your cheeks in embarrassment. Maker, you were so bad at this. “Nevermind.”

“What?” Boba prompted, stepping closer to you so he could avoid the moving crowd.

“No, it’s too embarrassing.”

“Sweet girl,” Boba sighed at the look of nervousness on your face. You had tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, and he desperately wanted to free it with a brush of his thumb. “If you don’t want to do this, we’ll just turn around and head back. Din and I-”

“No,” you cut him off. You could do this, no matter how inexperienced you were in the art of seduction. “I can do this. I may just... need help.”

“I’ll be watching you and will jump in if anything goes wrong-”

“No, not that,” you dismissed him with a wave of your hand. Kriff, why was this so awkward to tell him? “I’ve just... never seduced anyone before. What if he doesn’t even follow me out back, and this whole mission is a bust?”

For the second time that night, Boba was thankful that his helmet blocked his features from you. He was dumbstruck at your words- you had never seduced anyone before? Stars, Boba thought, you seduce him with just a smile.

“Boba,” your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He hadn’t realized that he was silent. He was too busy fantasizing about you actually trying to seduce him- you were already incredibly sexy to him every day. You weren’t even trying to make him feel all hot and bothered every time you looked at him. You were just that effortlessly alluring.

“If you really need me,” Boba tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. Kriff, if he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn you were trying to seduce him right now with that innocent look in your eyes, just begging for him to- “I’ll give you some pointers,” he cleared his throat. “But I don’t think you’ll need my help.”

You exhaled shakily. “Thank you, Boba,” you rested your hand on his green cuirass, right over his heart. Maker, you were going to make him come in his pants if you kept looking at him like that. You had barely touched him, barely said anything to him and he was already wanting to push you up against a wall and have his way with you. He could imagine it vividly with how close you were to him right now, your sweet scent filling his head. It would be so easy, Boba thought, to just grab your hips and pin you to the wall. To hitch your leg up and around his waist- leg bare from the slit in the silvery fabric of your dress- as he pressed his hard length against you and buried his face in your neck. So easy- “I wouldn’t be able to do this without you.”

“Of course,” he shifted awkwardly on his feet, trying to adjust himself discreetly. “Anything for you, sweet girl.” The tracking fob clipped to his belt started beeping, noting the hunter that the quarry was close. He silenced it with a push of a button. Boba turned back to you. “It’s time.”

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. Boba desperately tried not to stare at your chest when you did that. “Wish me luck.” You turned with a swirl of your dress, silvery fabric billowing out behind you as you made your way into the casino. Boba just stood there, transfixed on your fleeting image. He hated to see you walk away, but he loved to watch you leave.

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The casino was bright and loud- people surrounding various tables and shouting with glee over winning or yelling in fury at losing their entire fortune. Machines flashed blinking lights, tempting the patrons to waste their money at a chance to win. You tried to push the noise to the back of your head whilst your eyes scanned the crowd for the quarry. There were so many people, you weren’t sure if you were ever going to find the quarry until your eyes found him at the bar. He was leaning against the counter, talking to some pretty Twi’lek who did not seem that interested. You drew in a shaky breath before making your way to the bar.

“Spotchka, please.” You settled in against the counter right next to the quarry, raising your hand to catch the bartender’s attention. You could feel the quarry’s eyes on you when you gave the bartender a dazzling smile. His gaze sent shivers down your spine- but not the good kind. It wasn’t the delicious shivers that raked over your body whenever Boba looked at you or brushed his hand against your skin. This gaze made you feel uncomfortable.

“Any luck tonight?” The quarry sidled up next to you, forgetting the pretty Twi’lek. You forced yourself to give him a smile and turn towards him like you were even remotely interested.

“Unfortunately, no, not yet,” you brought the blue drink up to your lips and took a slow sip. Your eyes drifted over his form, acting like you were actually checking him out. “But I have a feeling my luck is about to change.”

The man smiled at you and his eyes settled on your cleavage. Fighting back the disgusted feeling you felt, you pushed out your breasts ever so subtly, trying to entice him even more.

“I think you’re right, gorgeous.”

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Boba hated this. He hated sitting in some corner of the casino, watching you flirt with this scum. His hand was constantly clenched in a fist, other twitching to feel the smooth metal of his blaster. Boba desperately wanted to shoot the quarry down where he stood as he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear. You laughed at something he must’ve said, head tilting back with laughter displaying your neck and more of your chest. Even from this far away, Boba could see that the quarry brazenly looked at your breasts and licked his lips in hunger. What was even worse was watching this man touch you and hear your words that were egging the quarry on.

“So,” you had trailed your hand down the man’s chest. Boba couldn’t help the hate and jealousy for the quarry that rose up in his throat like acid as he watched you. Boba wished it was him that you were trailing your hands over, wished it was him that you were looking at beneath your eyelashes. “Do you have any plans tonight?”

“Not at all.” The quarry dragged his hand lazily up and down your arm, seemingly trying to entice you. You had flushed at the man’s touches. Boba hoped that it was just a fluke- that you weren’t actually attracted to and turned on by this garbage. He could feel his finger twitch towards his blaster again. “What about you, gorgeous?”

Boba watched you pull your bottom lip between your teeth like you did earlier that night as you looked the man up and down. He almost launched himself from his seat when the quarry brushed his thumb over your lip, releasing the pillowy flesh. Boba should be the one doing that, not him.

“Well,” you looked shyly up at the man, hand trailing down his chest. “I was hoping you could do something for me.”

“Yeah? What’s that, angel?” The quarry had wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. Boba’s chest was heaving as he tried to calm himself down. You didn’t actually want the quarry, Boba had to remind himself. You were only doing this to help him and Din.

You had leaned in closer to him, mouth moving to whisper something in the quarry’s ear. Boba was able to hear what you said because of the earpiece.

“Me,” you whispered seductively before pulling back slightly to crash your lips against the quarry’s.

Red was all Boba saw. A growl ripped through his chest at the sight of you kissing that trash, that garbage, that scum. He launched from his seat and was making his way towards you so he could tear you from the man’s greedy grip.

“Boba, don’t.” Din’s voice cut through his earpiece. “Let her lead him outside first.” Boba stopped in his tracks at Din’s words. “You’re going to tip off the quarry if you mow down half the casino to get to him.”

Boba didn’t realize that the crowd had jumped away from his warpath. Whispers of “Mandalorian” and “bounty hunter” floated through the crowd while Boba stood there, fuming. He tried to take deep breaths to tamper down the fury that threatened to boil over at the image of you wrapped in the quarry’s arms. Only when the quarry took his lips off yours was Boba able to stop shaking from his anger.

“Let’s get out of here,” the quarry started to tug you towards the exit.

“He’s headed your way,” Boba gritted out through the comm. He trailed behind the two of you, watching you follow the quarry out the door. Within moments Boba was out through the exit, and fury swirled in his chest at what he saw.

The quarry had pinned you to the wall of the casino and had his hands and lips on you. Boba couldn’t wait for Din to swoop down from the shadows and get the quarry. He was going to put a stop to this, now.

Boba grabbed the back of the man’s shirt and ripped him off you. Anger flashed behind his visor as he slammed the quarry’s back against the wall. The man’s eyes widened in fear when Boba drew his fist back, poised to slam it into his face. Before he could break the man’s jaw, Din had finally revealed himself and put himself between the quarry and Boba.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her again,” Boba seethed. He couldn’t even get any satisfaction of watching Din cuff the bastard. He had never wanted to kill someone so badly- not since he watched a jedi cut down his father.

“Boba.” Your soft voice had pulled him from his red-tinged thoughts. He looked down at you as you placed your hand on his arm. Boba almost melted into your soothing touch. “I’m okay, he didn’t hurt me.”

“I know, but-” Boba’s head turned to look at the scum again but your hand on his helmet directed his gaze back to you. He could feel his cheek heat up under your touch even though you weren’t directly touching his skin. The look you gave him made Boba weak in the knees- he could hardly feel the anger he was just raging with only minutes ago.

“Everything I said, everything I did, was all a lie.” You had your hands on either side of his helmet, cupping his face. “I need you to know that.”

Boba could only nod at your words. He knew that they were true, but jealousy still lingered beneath his skin at the memory of your lips pressed against the quarry’s. “Guess you didn’t need my help after all, sweet girl.”

“Trust me, I most certainly did.” You unknowingly held his gaze under the black visor. “If I didn’t pretend that it was you that I was talking to, I wouldn’t have been able to do it.”

Your words made Boba pull up short. “What?”

The heat that flushed over your cheeks was beautiful. “I, umm, pretended that I was, ah, trying to seduce you.” You stumbled over your words, but Boba’s heart swelled with them. Before he could stop himself, Boba was tearing off his helmet from his head and pushing you back against the wall, large hands on your hips.

“Sweet girl,” Boba sighed as he brushed his nose against yours. Not wanting to waste another minute, he crashed his lips against yours. Your lips were so soft beneath his own, even better than he dreamed. A soft sigh slipped from between your lips and Boba almost let out a moan at the taste of your breath on his tongue. You even tasted sweet, Boba thought. He wondered where else you would taste sweet.

“Boba,” you moaned against his mouth. He just continued to kiss you, pulling you tight against his chest. Before he could make the kiss any deeper, you pulled away from him, much to his dismay. “We can’t do this.”

That certainly made him stop dead in his tracks, cold fear pulsing through his veins. He had thought that you wanted this, wanted him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“No,” you cut him off, hand cupping his cheek. “You misunderstood me. We can’t do this, not here.”

Just as your words had stopped his heart, they revived it just as easily. He couldn’t help but press a bruising kiss against your lips. “Thank the Maker.” His grip on you tightened. “You’re mine, sweet girl. Don’t you forget it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you smiled up at him before you pulled him back down to your lips. “Not in a million years.”

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syn0vial · 3 years

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i want to address the “boba fett is catholic” meme i’m seeing in the notes of my post, bc, while hilarious, it’s actually quite an interesting bit of expanded universe history!

from what i understand, the meme comes from someone quoting a snippet from the expanded universe in which boba fett says that he considers sex outside of marriage immoral. which, yeah, is a weirdly catholic thing for him to say. so let me provide some context.

this quote is taken from the short story “the last one standing” by daniel keys moran. daniel keys moran wrote probably some of the strangest prose about fett and was the first writer to really take a crack at his backstory (this was well before aotc when boba was revealed to be a clone), as well as his history with han solo. if you like, uh, smoother characterizations of boba fett, you might not like this version so much: some words to describe moran’s boba fett would be obsessive, paranoid, and disturbed.

anyway, most of moran’s writing (aside from a few snippets that were expanded on but we’ll get to that later) was retconned after aotc, so if you just want to be like, “nope, boba fett never said that shit, never happened,” while still exploring other legends material, then absolutely feel free. but if you want several textually-supported reasons for why he’d say something like that that aren’t being space catholic, read on.

so, first of all, the immediate context: why tf is a bounty hunter talking about extramarital sex at all? well, the context is that boba fett is in jabba’s palace after leia has been captured. she has been sent to his room as a reward (ugh) and he’s trying to persuade her that 1. he doesn’t intend to assault her and 2. she really should just crash in his room for the night anyway bc if she goes back to jabba, it’ll be seen as a sign of disrespect and they’ll both get in trouble. leia is understandably on-edge and mistrusting of him and this is when he says the “sex between those not married is immoral” thing; he’s trying to convince leia that he really isn’t going to touch her.

(for those wondering, he doesn’t. he gives her some blankets to cover herself and lets her sleep in the bed while he spends the night sitting on the floor)

so! if you so wish, you could easily explain the whole thing as boba saying space catholic shit (whether he actually believes it or not) to reassure leia that she’s safe in his room for the night. he says himself that if she were to go back to jabba, jabba would likely take boba’s refusal to touch her as an insult and take retribution against him, so boba has plenty of incentive to try and convince leia to do otherwise.

but wait! what if you’re fine with boba having hang-ups about sex and relationships and just want a reason other than just “space catholicism?” well, friends, the good news is that that reading is even more supported by the text in a way that would later be expanded upon in post-aotc legends content.

though, before we proceed, lemme just slap down a content warning for discussion of drugs, sexual assault, and the intersection thereof.

now, back to “the last one standing.” leia eventually decides to trust fett and the two proceed to have a really awkward slumber party. leia, noting the lengths fett is going to in order to make her feel safe, begins to question what someone like him is doing working for jabba the hutt. they talk about morality for a bit and boba actually seems to enjoy talking to her--up to the point where she says he reminds her a bit of han. he reacts angrily, saying he and han are nothing alike. curious about his reaction, leia keeps pressing. why does he hate han so much? boba responds by saying it’s bc han smuggles spice. leia is like, “dude, seriously? you literally kill people for a living.” boba gets increasingly, uncharacteristically loud and agitated arguing with leia about why smuggling spice is worse than murder and is one of the worst things a criminal could sink to. and then, finally, at the crescendo of their argument, he snaps at her, “If I had been using spice tonight, Leia Organa, perhaps you would not be safe with me in this room.”

so, uh. what the fuck, right? apparently the reason boba hates han is bc han smuggles spice and spice... makes people more likely to be rapists, according to him??? what???

moran doesn’t fully answer these questions in the story, though he drops some major hints--the beginning few scenes show boba as a young man in jail for murdering a man named lenovar, his superior officer in the journeyman protectors, and staunchly refusing to say why other than that lenovar deserved it. this is followed by a scene maybe a couple of years later with boba literally burning a spice lord’s palace to the ground. this is all the context moran provides, but, the story doesn’t end there as later EU writers would keep this peculiar bit of characterization and expand upon its background.

which brings us to the backstory that post-aotc legends writers eventually settled on: when boba was 16, he began to feel dissatisfied with his life as a bounty hunter. he befriended another teenaged bounty hunter who felt the same way: sintas vel. the two of them ended up eloping to concord dawn, his father’s home-planet, and tried to live “normal” lives or as normal as two teenaged former bounty hunters could manage. boba got a job as a journeyman protector, where he was taken under the wing of a superior officer named lenovar; boba and sintas even had a daughter, named ailyn.

for awhile, everything seemed fine, but, of course, this contentment was not to last. lenovar turned out to be a scumbag predator who, after gaining boba and sintas’s trust, sexually assaulted sintas. fearing what might happen to her young family if she tried to retaliate, sintas attempted to keep the whole thing a secret. however, boba eventually found out and immediately ran off to murder the shit out of lenovar. combined with the details from moran’s story, the implication is that lenovar was a spice-user and/or that he attempted to use spice as an excuse for his behavior when boba confronted him. either way, after murdering lenovar, boba was imprisoned for killing his superior officer. however, in an effort to protect sintas, he refused to say why he did it and instead just insisted to his interrogators that lenovar deserved what he got and that he felt no remorse for killing him (retroactively explaining the scene at the beginning of “the last one standing.”)

boba was subsequently exiled from concord dawn and his family, leaving him with bucketloads of unresolved issues regarding relationships, sex, and spice. i would say that it would be perfectly reasonable if not outright supported by legends material to view boba’s apparent disapproval of casual sex in moran’s short story as his own thin self-justification for deeper issues that have nothing to do with space catholicism and everything to do with All That Shit that happened to him and sintas when they were teenagers.

at the end of the day, technically all of legends/the expanded universe has been retconned, so feel free to take as much or as little of this as you’d like for your own personal boba fett canon. i just wanted to provide some alternative interpretations of that line other than just “boba fett happened to be space catholic, i guess”

#boba fett #drugs mention ///#rape mention ///#honestly nothing is canon anymore so just choose whatever explanation you like best and run with it #up to and including ''he literally never said that shit''#i'm just incapable of NOT infodumping about legends!boba fett lmao

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aerynwrites · 3 years

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Specter

Boba Fett x F!Reader

A/N: For @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday! I had a lot of fun with this one as Sci-Fi is definitely my passion when it comes to writing, watching, reading stuff! So I guess a little backstory with this, is my inspirations for the reader came from the above image (left) as well as kind of mixing that with the idea of The Winter Soldier/Bucky from the MCU. Also I loved the idea of Boba facing an opponent that hes never faced before and getting his ass beat lol. So...here ya go! I hope you all enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: fighting, guns, and knives.

Specter: Specter refers a ghost, or something that is widely feared or is a source of terror or dread.

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In all his years as a bounty hunter traveling the galaxy, It still surprises Boba sometimes that he doesn’t know all of the planets. Granted he is usually only called to the same ones over and over. So, seeing a new planet is something that causes surprise to tug at the edges of his mind. This is how he feels when the bounty he receives is said to be last spotted on a rather large yet secluded planet by the name of Zonuc. The memory of the exchange a few days ago replays in his mind as the ramp to Slave I lowers.

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“I’ve never even heard of this planet before, and you expect me to fly triple the distance I usually do to capture a bounty that you can’t even give me any information on? No age. No species. No name-”

“I gave you a name,” the client interrupts, waving his withering hand dismissively. The client is a wrinkly old Zabrak bastard who has caused Boba more frustration in the last half hour than he’s experienced in years.

“No,” he barks, “You have me an alias, which isn’t that helpful when they can just dump it for a new one whenever they please.”

The Zabrak rolls his eyes, “I was told you were the best. If you feel this is too much of a challenge I can just find someone else to-”

“Save your ultimatums for someone else, Kar,” Boba snaps, “I’ll get them. But I expect heavy compensation for the trouble this causes me.”

Kar sneers at the bounty hunter, “If you manage to bring them back to me alive, I assure you,” he leans back in his chair, “you will never have to worry about credits again.”

Boba scoffs before turning on his heel and leaving to find his bounty.

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The sight that greets Boba as the ramp of Slave I opens before him, is definitely different than anything he’s seen. Immediately he is struck with a familiarity. The city he’s landed in is teeming with life, bustling streets, towering buildings, neon signs hanging everywhere. It reminds him of Coruscant but less…refined. This place is definitely a place where those who want to disappear go. This place also reeks of trouble and shady dealings. What strikes him as the most odd however, is the people that seem to inhabit the place.

They look like humanoid droids. But not the kind that can’t do anything but follow their master around and translate languages. No. These things look like humanoids that have been transformed into machines.

Boba treads carefully - senses on high alert while also listening to the tracking fob that beeps steadily at his side. He spends his first few hours on the planet trying to simply get his bearings, finally having found a non-robotic person to ask about the place. He learns that the people that inhabit the planet in majority are called Exos, a species he’s never heard of. He also finds that this place is exactly what he thought it to be -

A place for criminals and wanted people to come and live and thrive in a life of crime. A safe haven for those on the run from people like him.

He huffed at that information. No place is ever truly safe, and as his tracking fob starts to beep faster, he knows he’s about to teach that lesson to yet another bounty.

He follows where the tracking fob leads him, surprised that the bounty does not seem to be moving. Finally, he rounds a corner at the end of the street he is on and he immediately feels when the bounty clocks him. You are at a stall in a marketplace in the middle of the street. He sees you turn to look just as he rounds the corner and he immediately recognizes the mask from the pictures shown to him by Kar. It's black, with orange glowing detail around the visor, creating a haunting effect. The second that visor lands on Fett, you turn on your heel and sprint in the opposite direction.

The hunter curses to himself and gives chase.

He has faced many different bounties in his lifetime, but this one is the first that he has ever had a sliver of a doubt about. The way you dart nimbly through the streets before literally leaping off of walls to reach the roof tops, giving you a height advantage. Fett follows as best he can with his jet pack, but between dodging speeders and hanging signs he loses sight of you. For a moment, as he lands in a side alley, he thinks he actually lost the bounty.

Until the fob at his side starts going haywire.

He glances up above him and raises an arm just as you come crashing down onto him, razor sharp blade glancing off his vambrace as you land. Fett pulls his blaster from it’s holster and aims faster than most could blink, but not fast enough for you. You reach out and grab the end of his blaster before it even reaches chest level, and you yank it from his grip with a force that strikes a tinge of concern into hunters mind. He watches in utter shock as you break the solid metal in half over your knee before rearing back and throwing a knife in his direction. He barely dodges it and immediately reaches for his own blade to defend the attack he knows is coming. This time he is at least able to draw his weapon completely before you are on him again.

You go to throw a punch at his head, and on instinct he leans into it, used to his opponent crumpling in pain once their fist makes contact with the solid metal. However, this time, he is the one that stumbles when a deafening ringing fills his ears as metal connects with metal.

Wait - metal on metal?

He glances up from where his eyes fell to the floor to see you rearing back to hit him again, and he just manages to finally realize what is happening. The black color of your hand that he had assumed were gloves, is actually smooth metal.

He’s fighting a fucking robot.

Before he can dwell on it too long however, he dodges another blow and thrusts his blade forward and up with the intent of burying the blade in your stomach. But before he can, you reach out and wrap your fingers around the blade - stopping it in its path. You wretch the weapon from his hands before landing a herculean blow to his chest, sending the man flying backwards into the wall behind him. He collapses to the ground in a heap and is forced to watch as you snap his blade in half too before approaching the downed hunter. He can see that you think you’ve beaten him, and perhaps you have to some extent. But Boba Fett is not going out of this galaxy sitting on his ass.

So, just as you approach him, he swings his feet out and takes your own from beneath you. And in a puzzling turn of events, he reaches for the mask on your face instead of a weapon at his side. His fingers just manage to slip the plastoid from your head before a boot is placed into his stomach and he is flung backwards with otherworldly strength once more. This time, he is again surprised to feel his helmet being ripped from his head, watching as you launch it down the alley way before hauling him to sit upright against the wall.

You crouch down in front of him, and it's then that he finally gets a closer look at the first bounty that has bested him. The first thing he thinks is that you’re pretty. too pretty to be hiding behind some mask. The second thing he notices is the rhythmic whirring and clicking of the mechanics coming from the, what he can see now, is two mechanical arms.

He huffs, cringing at the stabbing pain in his side as you glare at him. “So, what are you anyway?” he finally asks, eyes tracing over your arms once more before returning to your face, “I feel like I at least deserve an answer before you kill me.”

Your head tilts to the side slightly at his words, and unbeknownst to him, similar thoughts to his own are running through your head. You find the bounty hunter somewhat attractive and very intriguing

“All you need to know is one thing-” you finally breathe, and Boba finds himself entranced by your voice, “Come after me again...And I won’t go easy on you.”

You stand then, but not before shoving the man back into the wall harshly. You scoop up your mask and slip it back over your face and turn to exit the alley way, leaving the defeated bounty hunter on the ground.

“That was taking it easy on me?” Boba huffs out a laugh and shakes his head.

You pause and turn to look over your shoulder, visor glowing ominously as you say, “I don’t think you want to find out.” and then, with a mighty leap, you disappear into the rooftops.

Boba lets out a defeated sigh as you leave his eyesight, yet, he can’t help the way his lips tug up at the corners slightly.

“I don’t know princess,” he mumbles to himself, letting out a low groan as he finally stands, “I think I want a rematch.”

And in that moment, in a damp ally on an unknown planet, Boba decides that he isn’t done with you yet. Not by a long shot.

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thewriterowl · 3 years

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Head canon if Luke ended up a smuggler (I’ve read a few fics) and met Din that way?

Ooh, ok, well, Luke is for sure a good guy but he is gonna be a really good at smuggling. He has the Force and he is all "of course we do not have any illegal contraband. you wish to look elsewhere." So he gets around easily. he is a fantastic pilot and is able to take the most difficult of system pathways and almost always get away and get his package in. He takes up doing human-smuggling to get slaves to safe places where they will be free. this means he does have a lot of bounties after him.

After double-crossing a Hutt by taking slaves to another one of his safe places, they finally put in the credits to get the man brought to them to be punished. Din is one of the best of the best there is. He was trained by a covert and by the infamous Boba Fett and is incredibly expensive. but except for one quarry, where it is rumored he killed those who hired him so it is possible he was betrayed, he always succeeds in his hunt. Supposedly, he kept his other quarry as a pet or something. The man is bad-news and terrifying...so perfect!

Din searches for him and, let's just say, he gets a little too interested in the picture of Luke. The photo of his shoulders up had him with a mischievous grin, floppy blonde hair a mess, sparkling blue eyes, all smile lines and dimples with a very pretty neck and collarbone. Yeah, he may be looking at the holo-picture of Luke a little too much.

His adopted son, Grogu, enjoyed looking at the man as well. He will always reach out for him, squealing and pointing.

Din is a fantastic hunter but he has found that this particular one is more difficult than he expected. He can't just catch the guy. he is always a step ahead and does dangerous stunts with his ship and goes into astroid fields and sometimes people can just not remember the man (which seems very impossible cause, hello??? this guy is gorgeous!) and Din is finding he is having way too much fun. No one had ever made him work like this before.

One time he got very, very close. He actually captured the man, had him in the metal bindings, and probably could've full captured the man if he had knocked the man out instantly but instead as a bit distracted by how beautiful and small the man is. It was the few seconds Luke needed and he jumped out and knocked Din back with an invisible push that his son is able to do.

Now things are a lot more interesting.

So the chase is back on. he continues to go after Luke but realizes he needs to get about three steps ahead so he decides to research where this vigilante would go and meets up with him.

Luke realizes his time is up, he realized his pretty soon with how close this very mysterious and sexy man gets to catching him, but asks for a deal to save these people first and then, fine, he'll go with him and get killed without another fight to Din.

Din agrees for the most part and lets the guy do his stuff, how was he to say no to that face? But then he has Luke in his ship and maybe they have to go slow cause one of the people are like the Frog-lady and they can't use hyperspace and he watches Luke tend to these people, is so sweet and giving, and is very good to Grogu and even is this playful flirt with Din. It takes a while to get them to the safe-place for the people and by the time the drop them off, Din is in so much trouble.

he has fallen hard for Luke and now needs to figure out what to do.

Luke can sense something is odd about the man, who he also has it rather bad for, and feels like he may be feeling regret and offers comfort saying that it's fine, Din needs the credits to raise his son. Just turn Luke in and maybe he can escape! so everyone wins.

Din pretty much can't hold back any more and yanks Luke over to him, covers his eyes, and kisses him. They probably go at each other on the cockpit floor or something, so Din is even more conflicted. Din just wants to keep Luke with him forever.

Well, they get to the Hutt's and Luke just leaves him so Din and his son are safe and get his credits and Din just can't do it. so, welp, time for The Sin episode all over again. He is a one man army and takes down the entire Hutt palace to find and save Luke and drag him to the crest that's to be their home.

He takes out all witnesses so no one will come after him and now they are a well-off bounty-hunting, good guy-smuggler with an alien kid who will not be separated for the rest of forever!

#dinluke #the mandalorian #star wars

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found.

Sixteen.

Pairing: Kenobi!oc x Din Djarin

Summary: Satine and Obi-wan’s daughter fought in the war against the Empire and lost her faith when she lost Mandalore. Until she found him. A lone Mandalorian searching for a Jedi.

Warnings: lots of threatening, lots of angst, a wee bit of violence, stabbing, blood, Obi-Wan likes his future son in law

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: This was originally almost 8k so I split it into two different parts, chapter seventeen will be up shortly

When he returns I'm still there, breathing in a way my father taught me to calm myself, to gain focus. Which I need more than ever to face what's ahead.

"Now," Din says sitting with me and taking my hands in his. "I need you to be honest with me, I need to know how much danger we're in so we can protect the child. I need you to tell me what you know about him."

I nod and squeeze his hand tight, my lifeline, trying to disassociate as much as I can from my feelings as I recount the horrid story to him

"Boba Fett was the best bounty hunter in the galaxy when I knew him," I tell him, remaining as calm as I can as I tell him the story I never even dared tell Leia. "After my mother was killed and we blew up the death star I needed passage to Mandalore, ironically the smuggler who saved us before couldn't do it. It was too dangerous even for him with the Empire's presence in the system. Then I found myself sitting in a cantina here on Tatooine, and behold, a Mandalorian."

"You got him to do it," he gathers and I nod. "So he smuggled you to Mandalore?"

"He didn't know who I was until we reached Mandalore but on the journey there I-" I shake my head at myself now. "I found myself enjoying his company, he was far older than me and wise and I certainly thought myself mature then. Barely nineteen, while he was well into his thirties." I hear the sigh come from him and laugh bitterly "I know, I know."

"You were a child," he says, saying the words I've never been able to. "How could you know?"

"I'd lost my parents and I wanted someone to guide me, to advise me," I explain to him. "And so when I arrived and retook Mandalore I paid him with beskar to stay. Bo-Katan didn't trust him, she knew what he was but I didn't care. I figured he did the odd jobs for the empire, who didn't?" He can't argue with that. "I was nineteen, my parents dead and my aunt and I at odds when I retook Mandalore from the Empire. I paid him to stay as I found my footing, wanting someone with experience but little did I know he despised the Jedi, and little did he know I was one until we were both in too deep."

"Why?" he asks in confusion. "Is he hunting you because you're a Jedi?"

"If only it was that simple," I grimace painfully. "You see, being older than me he was a child when my father as a Jedi knight came to investigate his father for an assassination attempt, so when he learned I was a Kenobi he was reminded of the fact the Jedi cut off his fathers head in front of him." He swallows at those words. "He left in anger but not before I'd seduced him as he would say and I left mandalore in the hands of my aunt to return to the Rebellion."

I had my out, I had my chance to escape him then and yet...

"It would not be long after that Mandalore would be destroyed and I lost everything," I say, tears in my eyes now. "I-" I struggle to get the words out "After Vader tortured me and I escaped I went back to the ruins of Mandalore where my aunt disowned me thinking I'd run away instead of been captured." I look up and find myself struggling to breathe at what comes next "I- I took myself to the burning ruins of the palace and I-"

I cut myself off, the tears running down my cheeks now and he squeezes my hands tight. "It's okay, you don't have to-"

"I do," I say, needing to finally face it. "I used the force to bring down the burning ruins upon me, to bury myself in them."

"Why-" he immediately asks before slowly realising and sighs deeply "Kyra..."

"I was prepared to die with Mandalore," I tell him, telling him what iIcould never tell anyone, not Lando, not Leia, no one. "Until Boba Fett pulled me out of the ruins and saved my life. From then on I saw him in secret. I thought he was all of Mandalore that I had left. And so for the next nearly two years we had an affair no one knew about, I hid it from the people I loved because i knew what they'd say." It's then I say what I've tried to hide from him. "That I'd fallen in love with a bounty hunter, with a bad man and I knew he was a bad man but I didn't care because I loved him"

I feel a flash of pain from him at those words, but he doesn't let it show, he needs to know all of it, he needs to know to protect the child.

He needs to know before he can dare love me.

And so he asks "When did you learn he was Vaders right hand man?"

I can taste the bitterness on my tongue as I force myself to confront the memories, to live with them rather than run. Each word becoming harder. "When he betrayed me with a blaster to my back."

He leans closer, struggling to hide his own anger, struggling to hide the primal protectiveness in him. "I know you won't want to answer this question, but do you think he is capable of physically hurting you?" he asks me and I stiffen at the thought while his voice becomes dangerous. "Or did he?"

"Do it!" I ground out, mustering the last of my strength. "If you don't pull that fucking trigger I swear I will hate you until the day I die."

Boba pressed the barrel of his blaster to my head and stroked my cheek with a heart wrenching gentleness.

And again, I could have almost sworn he loved me.

"Close your eyes princess."

And so I did.

But he never pulled the trigger.

When my eyes opened my saber was now in Vader's hands, and Boba's knuckle lifted my chin up as tears of betrayal burned in my eyes.

And all that could be heard as I was once again torn from him, and dragged to the torture chamber, were the screams of a broken woman, pleading for the man she loved to end her suffering.

But he never did.

"I once begged him to kill me," I confess to Din and feel his hand tighten around mine. "And he stood there as I was dragged to the torture chamber. All in the name of love. Did he ever put a hand on me? No, he wasn't that type of man. But did he betray me and listen to me be taken away, screaming and begging for him to save me from becoming a prisoner of war? Yes." I confront the own darkness in myself as I tell him "When I saw him next Leia and I had been taken prisoner by Jabba the hut, we were dressed as sex slaves and guess who I was given to?"

I feel something dark inside of him as well as he asks "Did he hurt you?"

"No," I answer. "He put his cloak around me before I screamed at him, hit him, beat him and nearly killed him with my bare hands and the chains around them, but I was still the idiot who believed him when he said he loved me." I can't even believe myself as I reflect on that night. "I was given to him as a sex slave and yet I was fully willing." I feel sick at the memories, at just what he had done to my own dignity, how he had broken me down bit by bit. "The next day came and Luke had come to rescue us, in the battle that followed I found myself face to face with Boba, he knew I couldn't kill him and so when I tried I fucked it up, I knocked him off balance and into the sarlacc he went only to live and now come after me."

A heaviness settles over us and he asks me "Do you think he wants revenge?"

The heaviness seeps into me, into my aching bones, and I have to take a moment to breathe before I can speak. "In the time I knew him he may have worked for the Empire, but he serves one person only. Himself. I can't say he was a vengeful person, but then again, it wouldn't be the first time I underestimated him. He is a killer, without hesitation or mercy. A violent man who would go to any length to find his target. And if that target is me then-" That's when the fear begins to rise again and I look towards the Child's bedroom where he sleeps. "I wouldn't dare put anything past him."

He gently turns my head back towards him. "I've seen you walk into an Imperial base without a drop of fear or hesitation, what is it that makes you so afraid of him alone?"

Slowly, after searching my feelings, I force the words out. "I've faced the worst in the galaxy, charged headfirst into danger to save the people I love regardless of fear. But Boba Fett- he knows me, he knows my skills, my weaknesses, how to exploit them." He knows me, and that is what terrifies me. "He knows I would go into the darkest depths of the galaxy to save those I love, which is why I am afraid. I'm afraid for the Child. For you."

He remains calm, a grounding force for me. "I'm a bounty hunty, I know how they think, how they work. If he's waited this long it's for a reason. Do you think it's possible that he could be the one who fears you?"

Something I've never considered, for so long I've been trapped by my own fear of a man I once loved that I never considered if he's the one who fears me. The Jedi who struck him down... as his father was struck down.

"It's possible," I finally acknowledge. "If it was just him and I it would be a fair fight, but with the Child I'm not willing to risk it."

He nods and reassures me. "Tomorrow morning we'll take your ship and leave for Chandrila, but I need to know, what are the odds of him trying to find us? Does he know you have a home here?"

"I- I don't know," I tell Din, the words leaving me with a sense of almost confusion, a realisation of how little we knew of each other.

"Does he know you grew up here?"

Even then I struggle to find an answer. "I can't remember, I'm sorry."

"Would he ever expect you to return to Tatooine?" he asks, trying to get me to think. "Kyra, I need to know if knows where to find you."

"No. He wouldn't," I realise. "He knew my body, he knew how I fought but he- he hardly knew me. Not like you do," I admit to Din, finally putting it into perspective. "I gave him a chance to kill me, I'm not going to give him another one. He won't be able to make it anywhere near the core worlds without being shot down or arrested. So once we leave Tatooine and the Outer Rims we should be safe."

He nods and swears to me. "I won't let anything happen to you or the child, I know you can handle yourself, but if the time comes and you can't do it-"

I shake my head. "I made that mistake once and it's haunted me for half a decade. He and I were a match for each other," I tell Din, hardly aware of my own words. "A Jedi and a Mandalorian, the last I had of my home, he should have felt like home but he didn't. I thought it was love but- it wasn't. Not like-" and that's when I look at Din, who is everything Boba could never be. "Not like this."

And I lean forward, aching to kiss him, and touch my forehead to his.

A Mandalorian kiss.

"Mesh'la," he breathes in a mixture of shock and awe, and a moment later I'm in his arms.

And my only desire, my only need, is him. Is to feel his skin against mine. His touch.

His heart.

To be his, completely.

"I need you," I breathe, my hands caressing the side of his helmet. "Din-"

At the sound of his name he lifts me up in his arms and my dress slides up to my hips as my legs wrap around his waist, our bodies meeting with an urgency that leaves my head spinning. His fingers dig into the bare flesh of my thighs as he carries me to the bedroom, the sheer strength of him leaving me speechless as my hands grip his arms for stability, feeling the muscle beneath.

He kicks the door shut, leaving us in the light of the setting Tatooine twin suns which break through the small window above, casting our shadow onto the wall. My heart falling and healing all at once as he lays me down on the bed with a gentleness I've never known.

He pulls back and stands at the edge of the bed, going to remove his armour until I reach up and stop him with a hand over his. "Let me."

"Please," he whispers and with that I slow down enough to take my time removing his armour piece by piece, until all that is left of the beskar is his helmet.

My hands run down his heaving chest, feeling the warmth beneath his shirt, the flesh and blood beneath the beskar and his bare hand comes to my face, running his thumb over my lips.

"Mesh'la," he breathes as I take his hand, feeling his breath hitch as my lips drag over his fingertips and down until they find the pulse of his wrist and I kiss it tenderly, if I'm unable to feel his lips I want to feel every other inch of him.

And so I nudge him towards me, until he's finally between my legs and I pull him down on top of me, consumed by my singular need for him as his hand runs from my cheek down along the curve of my body until it finds the hem of my dress that rests now at my waist and my mouth falls open as his hand goes further down, his touch heavy as he squeezing my hip before his hand comes up along the inside of my thigh.

His voice is deep in my ear. "Is this alright?"

I nod desperately for him, giving him the consent he's asking for. "Please, don't stop."

His face is above mine, eyes burning into me as he watches how my face draws together in pleasure the moment his fingers trail along the lace of my panties causing a whine to escape from the back of my throat.

"Din," I breathe, pulling his head down so his forehead is touching mine and I protest as his hand goes back down along my thigh, away from where I need him until he suddenly pulls my knee up to his hup and he groans into my ear as his hard member pushes against my core.

"Kyra." His voice hoarse and broken as my hands slide beneath his shirt, nails scraping against the flesh of his back, and I'm moaning his name as he rocks against me again, clutching him, urging him on, feeling his hardness, the sheer size of him. "I need you."

And it's at my words his restraint breaks. "Then have me. I'm yours."

My dress slides up my chest as his hand dives beneath the flimsy fabric with a newfound desperation, a gasp being torn from my throat as his calloused hand scrapes over my hardened nipples and gropes my breast. A gutteral sound comes from the back of his throat as I push him into me with my legs around him and his thumb hooks beneath the waistband of my panties, but just as I go to raise my hips up to help him remove them we hear it.

"Ships?" he asks as we both sit up and I freeze in recognition of the sound, one I'll never be able to forget. "Kyra?"

"Imperial ships," I correct fearfully and immediately wedge myself out from beneath him, half tripping as I climb out of the bed and fix my dress. "The kid-"

Din follows behind me as I run to the kids' room and we find the Child already awake and observing our panic with innocent confusion as I scoop him up in my arms and pass him to Din.

"There's a tapestry in the training room, behind it is a door carved into the stone that leads to a bunker," I tell Din, a bunker my mother prayed I would never have to use, yet here I am. "Take him there and barricade yourselves in."

I'm reaching for my pistol when Din grabs my wrist. "Kyra, what are you-"

"I'm activating a shield," I tell him, knowing my mother had prepared for an attack on this house decades ago. "I'll be able to fend them off until I can get it activated."

"You aren't going out there without cover!" he argues but we don't have time for this.

"Yes I am! If it's the Empire they can't know you're here with the kid!"

It's then I feel a presence I haven't felt in years, but not the one I expected. I look at Din as the dread sets in.

"It's Moff Gideon."

He releases a shaky breath as we both realise "They're here for the child."

Armed and prepared to fight I ascend the stairs and find an army awaiting me, at the head of it stands Moff Gideon.

Unafraid I stand before them and greet them.

"Hello there."

"General Kenobi," Moff Gideon replies. "I suspect you know why I am here."

"You should be dead," I say, merely drawing my saber and immediately find dozens of blasters drawn on me in the low light, but I don't flinch.

"I should be," he acknowledges. "But here I am."

"And here I am," I say and feel the force, it is with me. "You come to the home of a Jedi with an army. I never knew you to be afraid Moff."

"Far from afraid," he says but I can sense it in him. I may just be the last person in this galaxy he truly fears.

"Last time I saw you I stood on the battlefield of Mandalore as it fell," I remember. "All the firepower the Empire had against thousands of Mandalorian warriors, who you massacred. You were not afraid then, but now you are. Vader is dead, Palpatine is dead, the Empire is ashes. And I am the last true Jedi master."

"But not the last Jedi," he says and a proud smirk comes to my face.

"No, and I will never be," I say igniting my saber. "I suggest you leave."

He laughs. "You want us to leave?" He gestures to his army. "Afraid General?"

"I've faced worse odds," I dismiss and look to his army. "I could cut them down in seconds."

"But you won't," he says eyeing my home. "Because of who you harbour."

"The scientist I kidnapped you mean?" I ask knowing he's frozen in carbonite aboard the Razor Crest and he shakes his head slowly. "I'm afraid he's quite silent much to your relief I'm sure."

"Where is Din Djarin and the Child?"

I stiffen at the sound of Din's name, and realise how much the Moff must know.

"Long gone."

He turns his head to the Razor Crest and then back to me. "I will only ask you this once more. Where are they?"

The Child is safely hidden away and Din is sending a distress signal to the Republic and preparing the shields out the back of my home while I distract the army. While I stop them from storming the house and tearing it apart to find the Child.

"The Mandalorian is with me," I tell them. "But my padawan is with Luke Skywalker."

"Padawan?" he questions. "So you do know of the Child's powers."

"I do," I say, feeling the force empower me. Feeling the presence of my father. "I trained the children of the chosen one, and I will train him. If you want to stop me you will have to kill me. I will die before allowing another Mandalorian, or another Jedi, to fall to the Empire."

He seems almost amused. "You are your mothers daughter aren't you? A brave but foolish woman, and it got her killed." He watches how my hand wraps tighter around the hilt of my ignited saber and I have to force myself not to bite back. "Be smarter than your mother, than your father, hand over the Child and I will let you live."

I shake my head slowly. "Why do you think I am here on Tatooine? I am here to kill Boba Fett." I watch his reaction closely and it's clear he is aware of his survival. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to bring the Child with me?" And for a moment he considers it. "He is with Luke, safe on Chandrila where you cannot reach him."

He makes a contemplative sound before changing his tactics. "Where is Din Djarin?" He gives me a challenging look before calling out. "Show yourself!"

I remain steadfast and the corner of his lip twists up into a cruel smirk.

"If you won't hand him over then I'll have to drive him out." He then turns to his men and gives a single order. "Fire."

I move as i have not had to in years, deflecting the blaster fire of an army but just as the fire finally ceases I feel it so vividly that I double over, clutching my side. Fear unlike anything I've ever known hits me and I feel it, feel his pain. He's been hit. With tears blurring my vision I look at Moff Gideon who cocks his head at me.

"Go ahead," he taunts. "If the child is not hiding inside that house then abandon your defence and go find your Mandalorian lover, you may just have a chance to save him if you do."

I don't move despite every part of me screaming to run to Din, and he wears a satisfied smile. "We do not want you or the Mandalorian, we just want the Child. Give us it, and you both may live."

I hold my head high and raise my saber. "You underestimate me Moff. You underestimate him. We would both die before letting you lay a hand on the Child."

Which is why I don't move, Din's survival would mean nothing if we lost the child.

"Very well," he grants. "Have it your way."

The firing squad readies their weapons as I ready my saber, ready for another attack but just as they pull their triggers a translucent shield separates us and the shots rebound onto the army, mowing them down.

Moff Gideon's look of shock is mirrored by my own, but it means Din must still be fighting despite how I struggle to feel him. It means I have time.

"This home was built by my mother to be a fortress," I tell him. "Do you really think we are not prepared for a siege?"

"Break the shield!" he orders and fire rains down on it, but it does not waver. He knows it will not break.

His jaw clenches tight and I give him a spiteful smirk. "You pride yourself on knowing everything, but you are the fool. You talk too much, a trait Imperials share. We are prepared to wait for the Republic's army to come. But are you?"

With that I go to find Din, trying to bury the fear that attempts to surface, and that's when Moff Gideon makes one last attempt.

He pulls out a weapon I never thought I would see again.

"The Darksaber," he says igniting the blade. "A Mandalorian Jedi is a rare thing indeed, but now I offer you a choice. Do you wish to die as a Jedi or rule as Mandalore? Lower these shields, give the Child to me and the weapon is yours."

I can almost hear Bo Katan screaming at me to take it, to give up the Child and take the Darksaber.

But she is also the one who lost it.

"I do not want a weapon to rule over a graveyard," I tell him with gravel in my voice as I begin to taste blood. "If I ever wield the Darksaber again it will be because I won it the old way, by cutting you down."

And he sees me for what I am.

The last great threat to the Empire. While I live so does the spirit of the Rebellion, of Mandalore, of the Jedi.

"Then I will see you on the battlefield where you don't have shields or the Republic's army to protect you," he threatens. "And you will die."

"Kill me and you make a martyr," I tell him, struggling to reach out to Din, to feel him. "Even Vader knew if he killed me then every last Mandalorian in this galaxy would rally to the side of the Rebellion."

He knows it's the truth, and so I step forward towards the shield, standing right before it and look him in the eye. "The Republic is coming, and they will arrive long before these shields give out. Leave my home or die."

He looks at the remaining troopers who lower their weapons. "You win today General Kenobi, but the Child will be mine."

"No," I say fiercely. "The next time I lay eyes on you I will not wait for the Republic's justice. I will strike you down in the name of Mandalore."

And in his eyes I see fear. He knows I will defy the Republic in the name of justice.

Without another word, he turns his back on me to return to his ship, and I take off running to find Din, then cry out in pain clutching my side. But it's not my injury I feel, it's his. I'm almost falling in the sand from my desperation as I call out his name but hear no reply, and I scream it.

But again, only silence.

A cry of sheer horror escapes me when I see his lifeless form on the ground beside the generator, as if he was struck from behind, and I can hardly breathe when I see the blood seeping into the sand.

"Din?" I cry falling to my knees beside him, my hands feeling his beskar covered chest and pleading silently for a pulse as I grab his wrist, the same one I had kissed not so long ago, and find it, but barely. "Din!"

He does not stir and so I roll his body over, laying him on his back and find the blood coming from his side, in the most vulnerable spot in his armour, as if he was stabbed.

And in horror I realise he has been, and not by any stormtrooper.

A chill settles over me and I search the horizon and find it barren, except for that whisper in the breeze.

My hand comes away from his wound saturated in blood, far too much blood and my mind takes me back to those desperate moments on the field, where I'd have to make a judgement, to determine if they were too far gone.

"Din!" I plead, shaking him. "Wake up, please wake up."

I press the palm of my hand to his helmet and feel it, the head trauma. He wasn't just stabbed, he was knocked unconscious which such force I can't dare imagine it. And it's then I realise his unconsciousness isn't just from loss of blood, but from head trauma.

Instinctively I grab the sides of his helmet to remove it and it's then he wakes with a jolt, cursing in pain and I have to push him back down to stop any further damage. "You-"

"Shh it's me," I say calming him. "It's me!"

He gasps out "The kid-"

"He's safe, we're safe," I promise him but I struggle to keep the panic out of my voice. "Din, you're hurt, you're bleeding out."

He hisses sharply as he touches his side and when he pulls his hand away it's covered in blood, just as mine is. He lets out a heavy sigh and I bring his hand back to the wound, pushing down hard, he cries out between gritted teeth at the touch but I've served as an impromptu field medic enough times to know what I need to do.

"Keep your hand there so you don't lose anymore blood, I'm going to carry you inside, understand?"

Unable to nod his head he makes a strained sound of acknowledgment and I sling his arm from the uninjured side of his body around my shoulder, both of us struggling under his weight.

"Moff Gideon-"

"The shield's up, he's gone," I assure Din as we reach the back door he snuck out through. "The kid's safe where we left him. Now come on, I need to get that armour off you and lie you down."

I manage to use the force to fling the door open and I drag him inside to the training room where the medical supplies are kept, he groans as I lie him down on the floor.

Without hesitation I begin removing the upper layers of his armour as the sheer amount of blood he's losing becomes apparent to me, using a knife where necessary to remove it despite his protests, practically cutting his shirt off him to have access to the wound.

The moment I see it I'm horrified by how deep it is, how close to his heart it's located, and know some organ has to have been damaged. But first thing I need to do is to stop the bleeding. I reach over and grab the field cauteriser and give him a single warning. "This will hurt." But when I press it to the wound he hardly flinches and I realise he is no stranger to it, neither am I.

But I know this is different to anything he's experienced before. I close my eyes and let my hand hover over his chest, feeling the extent of the damage and suddenly I still, trying not to let my horror show.

"You need bacta," I say getting up to rummage through my supplies, my hands shaking.

"It's bad isn't it?" he croaks and I try to remain some composure for his sake.

"You're going to be fine," I say, but can't stop how my voice breaks. "You just need bacta."

I kneel back down beside him with a heavy duty bacta patch and he grabs my wrist to pause me. "You're a General Kyra, a field soldier, you wouldn't be shaking if it wasn't bad."

He's right. If we were on the battlefield I would have no choice but to leave him behind, would have written him off as being too far gone.

I look at him, fighting tears. "The wound is sealed, but the bleeding is internal, the weapon penetrated close to your heart I- I think it may have severed an artery or pierced something, I-I don't know what but I can feel it, and it's too deep for me to reach."

Before I can apply the bacta patch he grips my hand tight, both of our's covered in his blood. "Promise me, that you'll raise the child as your own."

"I won't let you die-"

"Promise me," he repeats, and his voice is so broken that tears finally spill over.

"I promise," I swear to him, knowing that I may not get another chance. "I'll take him as my foundling."

He releases my hand so I can apply the bacta patch and has only one request. "Let me see the Child."

"Din-"

His voice is a desperate plea. "If I die, I want it to be with the two of you by my side."

My tears wet his hand as I take it and kiss it hard before murmuring. "I'll be right back."

I stumble out of the training room and through the house, having to hold the wall for stability, my own strength faltering. Before I can face the child I have to stop outside the bunker and take a moment to regain my composure, knowing I need to be strong not just for the Child, but for Din as well.

Even so the moment I open the door the Child can sense my distress and coos in concern. I take a deep breath as I pick him up, whispering quietly. "Your dad's hurt badly, and we're going to see him." And it's then I finally admit the truth of what we may lose tonight. "To say goodbye."

I take the Child to his father and sit him down beside Din who pats the kid on the back, making a choked sound. "Hey kid." The Child nuzzles into his side and Din hold's him close. "Kyra's going to take real good care of you, okay? She'll train you to be a real Jedi, raise you as her own. How would you like to have a mom?"

And it's that comment that forces me to turn my face away to hide the tears that once again threaten to spill over, and I take a deep breath before looking at them again. Prepared to try something I've never truly been able to accomplish, at least not to this extent.

"I'm going to try something," I tell Din. "I don't know if it will work, but I have to try."

"I trust you," he says and so I let my hands hover over his chest and attempt something most Jedi were never truly taught, aside from a small handful of trained practitioners.

Force healing.

I feel the wound within him and let the force flow through me, whispering under my breath old mantra's. "I am one with the force, the force is with me." I feel the cauterised wound heal beneath my fingers and the head trauma slowly begin to resolve, but the internal wounds- even with all my strength I still do not have the power, or the knowledge, to heal him.

To save his life.

And after what seems like an eternity of trying in vain it's Din who takes my hands and pulls them away, knowing it's not working, not enough.

"You tried," he tries to assure me despite the weakness of his voice, and holds my hand tight. "It's alright, if this is how I go then that's alright with me."

I shake my head, tears blurring my vision. "No, not like this."

"It's okay," he breathes and his hands feel so cold. "I'm ready, but there's one last thing."

"Anything," I whisper, and I swear I can almost feel his lips curl into a sad smile beneath his helmet, and he holds the weeping Child to his side so he can't see.

"Close your eyes," he whispers and my lips part as they realise his last request. "Please, Cyar'ika."

Cyar'ika. Sweetheart.

I close my eyes and let out a shallow breath as I hear him remove his helmet and put it into my hands. The ultimate gesture of faith. Of trust. I feel his hand on my cheek and slowly he guides my lips down until they touch his.

The kiss tastes of tears and blood and so many words left unsaid. The unfulfilled promise of a life together. Of a clan of three.

And all I can give him in these last moments is love, peace.

"It's okay Din," I promise him. "He'll be safe with me."

"I know," he says and for the first time I hear his voice as it is. "Thank you."

I press one final kiss to his lips before my shaking hands lift his helmet and place it back on him with a whisper. "This is the way."

But for the first time he doesn't say it back.

"Din?"

My eyes open and no silence has ever been so cruel.

"No," I whisper as the Child realises what's happening. "No, please, don't go."

And I'm unable to do anything but sob over his unconscious body as his life-force slips from between my fingers.

Until I hear my fathers voice.

"The Child," he tells me. "The Child can save him."

Through the tears I see the weeping child beside me, his little hand resting on the wound, as if in recognition of something and I remember, he healed Greef once.

Together, we may just be able to bring Din back from the brink of death.

"Kid," I say taking his hand in mine. "Do you know what you did before, how you healed Greef?" He looks up at me confused and I tell him. "We need to heal Din before we lose him. Now focus."

We hold our joined hands over Din's wound, and tapping into the Child's strength I focus it, but it's my fathers hand who guides us with knowledge long gone, transferring our joined life-forces to Din until finally, finally, I hear his breath.

"Kyra?"

My father's hand disappears as Din props himself up and I pull him into my arms crying from pure relief, unable to even form words. I press a kiss to his helmet and pick up the Child who practically launches himself at Din who holds us both tight in his arms.

A clan of three.

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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Obi-Wan raises Luke instead of Owen and Beru, please.

Oooh, nice.

Because I am That Person I want to do the Satine lives AU (I haven’t finished Clone Wars yet, but one of my friends has Strong Opinions about similar AUs).

Obi-Wan doesn’t leave the Jedi Order to be with her,because Duty, and all that with the war, but perhaps once the war is over he can?

But then Anakin falls to the Dark Side and it’s decided to separate the twins. Leia goes to Bail and Breha, and Obi-Wan is supposed to take Luke to Tatooine to be raised by his aunt and uncle, but.

Obi-Wan’s in his ship leaving Coruscant after losing Anakin the way he did and it isn’t a conscious decision really, that has him putting in the coordinates for Mandlore, doesn’t even register until his droid is like ??? and he sees what he’s done, and has this moment of oh, I didn’t mean to do that, did I?

He means to fix it, input the coordinates for Tatooine, a weavin winding path in case he’s followed, but stops to think about it.

It makes sense to take Luke there, no one would think to look for him, but the thought of leaving Luke, one of the last pieces of Anakin left to him to be raised by people who wouldn’t understand him leaves him with a bad taste in his mouth.

Regret, guilt, for failing Anakin so completely, and it’s like. Anakin has ties to Tatooine that someone smart enough might look into, might find Luke, but Mandalore? That complicated mess is all Obi-Wan’s now.

And it’s selfish, he’s being selfish, not wanting to give Luke up, thinks about the Order and attachments, but look where it got them in the end, you know? (His foundations have been rocked, shattered beneath his feet but if he thinks on it there were cracks, fault-lines long before that.)

So.

He calculates s winding, weaving course to Mandalore and goes to Satine where they raise Luke as their foundling, right?

They keep the whole...Jedi thing on the down-low, because ancient enemies but Obi-Wan and Satine’s inner circle know, because how couldn’t they?

Obi-Wan may go by a different name these days, but it’s close enough to his real name it wouldn’t take much thought to connect the two. Also, his face???

And Luke okay. Obi-Wan teaches him to control his Jedi abilities and such from an early age, but he couches it in games and play and all Mr. Miyagi with his wax on, wax off schtick kid of deal to keep Luke from accidentally giving away the fact he’s strong in the Force and so on.)

Meanwhile there’s an effort to dial back the animosity towards the Jedi, which meets with mixed results, because people. Also, also, over the years Obi-Wan encourages Satine to mend the rift between her followers and those exiled to Concordia.

Also, with mixed results, but with the Empire’s numbers growing it seems like a mistake to allow Mandalore to be divided.

They reach some kind of understanding, not entirely reconciled, but better than things were before.

In another meanwhile, Luke is being raised as a Mandalorian, and like Obi-Wan earns a set of armor.

But then!

The Purge happens, and in the chaos Luke is separated from Obi-Wan and Satine, the other Mandalorians.

He has his armor and a ship and the lightsaber that belonged to his father Obi-Wan shoved into his hands before they were separated.

Has to hide from the Empire because one thing Obi-Wan made sure he knew from a young age is that he couldn’t all ow himself to be captured by them, that they’d be looking for him.

(And on some lonely nights after the Purge when his nightmares seem more real than usual, some part of him wonders if the Purge happened because Mandalore refused to join with the Empire, or if someone found out about him?)

Anyway.

Mandalorians and the reputation for being fierce fighters and skilled bounty hunters and Luke is truly alone for the first time in his life. Little money to his name and his ship can only get so far before it runs out of fuel, and he needs ammunition and food to eat, and it’s just.

He finds work s a bounty hunter, and the first few bounties are part of a learning process. Thank goodness for his armor or he’d have been dead dozen times over the first month.

Still.

He’s been raised as a Mandalorian his whole life, maybe saw himself as an outsider because his Force abilities and the secrets Obi-Wan kept even from him, but he’s been training as a warrior his whole life.

(Pacifists, yes, but the galaxy is a dangerous place and perhaps more so for someone like Luke, so.)

Between the regular weapons and hand-to-hand and whatnot and Obi-Wan’s instruction with his Force abilities and his father’s lightsaber he’s quite the dangerous individual.

He keeps running into this Corellian smuggler and his Wookie co-pilot, and sometimes he turns a blind eye to their antics if he’s tracking someone else. (In return Han’s willing to let information slip to Luke, for the price of a drink or a meal, and of course he’d never say no to an outright gift of credits, so.)

There’s a miscommunication on a job, once. Luke after a bail jumper and this other Mandalorian with a silver helmet who wants the pilot Luke’s bounty hired.

There’s a bit of a fight, nothing serious before it occurs to Luke that the aforementioned pilot looked a little too panicky at the sight of the other Mandalorian to be fully innocent. (Also, it’s Mos Eisley. Innocent people are exceedingly rare here.)

It’s the first time Luke’s worked with another Mandalorian on a bounty, and it’s actually kind of nice. (Although he suspects the other Mandalorian may have ties to The Tribe, but it’s the least of his problems at the moment and the man makes for good company.)

Anyway, anyway, at some point Luke runs into Ahsoka - and he knows her. Obi-Wan and his secrets and she’s safe, she can help him.

At first she’s reluctant, because look what happened to Anakin, what if she’s resposnsible for the same happening to Luke? But he finds a way to convince her - stubborn like Anakin, if not worse - and she takes up his training where Obi-Wan left off.

She’ll lave from time to time because Rebellion shenaigans, and sometimes Luke goes along to help.

And then word through Luke or Ahsoka’s contacts about Leia being taken prisoner and important plans and they’re so far out they might not make it in time.

“I know someone who might help?” Luke offers, because he and Han are hardly friends (they kind of are though), and the Falcon is one of the fastest ships out there even if she doesn’t look like it.

So, side trip to Tatooine and Han is just “Oh, come on, you too? What is with today?” because Greedo and Luke being a bounty hunter and Ahsoka is super unimpressed.

Once Luke explains what he needs, Han is like “NO,” but Luke convinces him and Han reluctantly agrees (but then Jabba and that whole mess and it’s kind of a disaster getting off Tatooine but they make it so everything’s fine.

Before they leave though, there’s this weird hermit they run into and emotional reunions because Obi-Wan and he thought Luke was dead and what has he been doing? Also it’s very nice to see you again, Ahsoka, you look well.

Luke going up to the cockpit to give them privacy for their part of the reunion and sharing information and all that.

And then rescuing Leia and Luke in his beskar getting between Obi-Wan and Vader even though both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka are incredibly not happy about that, but some people there were just going to let the sith lord kill them, and Luke is just how about no???

(Satine would never forgive Obi-Wan something like that Luke’s sure, and according to Obi-Wan she’s back on Tatooine still, so.)

Leia gets rescued and the Rebellion’s down a few pilots and oh, hey, Luke’s kind of not bad at that whole deal?

Obi-Wan’s needed as a strategist - and honestly, no one wants him out of sight after the whole thing on the Death Star - and Ahsoka with her Rebellion Thing.

Han comes back to save Luke’s life and Luke destroys the Death Star and happy ending for now?

But Luke knows there’s something about Vader and Luke himself that has Obi-Wan and Ahsoka deeply worried. (When he thinks about it there are a few reasons why that might be, but he does his best not to dwell on it.)

Anyway.

The usual Star Wars shenanigans but with Mandalorian!Luke with his armor and whatnot.

Confrontations between Luke and Vader go a little differently because of Luke’s armor? But the hand thing still happens because parallels or some nonsense, idk.

(Anakin’s not the only one who has to remove their helmet on the second Death Star and so on.)

Leia has mixed feelings about the whole Boba Fett putting Han in carbonite because Luke’s used the same method on some of his bounties in the past. (The violent dangerous ones that posed a risk to him transporting them the guild, though, but it doesn’t matter to Leia at the time.)

After the destruction of the second Death Star there’s talk, idle, unsure about forming a school to teach the next generation of Jedi?

Because Force-sensitive kids and there must be a better way, a balance between the ole Jedi Order and a new one.

Until then, Luke is curious about the whole Jedi thing, goes looking for relics and whatnot. (Maybe does some bounty hunting every so often, because why not.)

Satine wants to go back to Mandalore, help her people if she can and Obi-Wan goes with her because not a lot of reason to stick around Tatooine otherwise.

And then!

This call for help through the Force and Luke following it to an Imperial light cruiser and Din being very, very confused at seeing a Mandalorian with a lightsaber?

Is it like Bo-Katan’s Darksaber? Will one of them have to change? So confused. (Also though, possible concussion from his fight with the Dark Trooper, but yes.)

“Are you a Jedi?” Din asks, feeling that it’s a valid question because Mandalorians and Jedis and ancient enemies????

And yet.

Luke is like, hey, it’s you! Because silver helmet and remember that time we got into a fight on Tatooine? But also, also, hello Aunt Bo-Katan and friends.

Mainly though, Grogu who is kind of losing his tiny little mind because Mandalorian? But also Jedi? But Mandalorian???

And then shenanigans in which Luke is like, huh, about the Darksaber and poor Din who wants nothing to do with it. His adopted mother who wants to help her people but afraid they won’t listen to her after what the Empire’s done them and is like.

Strangely convenient, but he’ll take it.

They stop by the closest New Republic planet or outpost to hand Gideon and whatever other Imperials are still on board over and then head to Mandalore.

Din is still so very confused, but it doesn’t seem like Luke plans to take Grogu away and he’ll take what he can get. (So sure Luke will take Grogu far away at some point, but tries not to think too hard about that.)

And then the whole working at calling Mandalorians home - Din is super unsure about being the new ruler of Mandalore, but once Bo-Katan and Satine have a chat about the fure of their world they’re like, “He’s perfect for the role.”

Just needs a little help, and with them and Obi-Wan and other trusted people to help him, something great could come of it.

Luke stays on Mandalore - his home more than anywhere else in the galaxy - and he and Obi-Wan train Grogu. Ahsoka too, when she visits.

Once Mandalore and its people are more settled there’s talk of joining the New Republic, right?

Leia as the New Republic’s representative, and Obi-Wan one of Din’s advisors, negotiators and it seems as though good things will happen there too.

But!

Also!

Luke who grew up on Mandalore helping introduce Din to it? Teach him about this world he’s never seen, but is important in its own way more than ever now.

And little Grogu and all that.

Keldabe kisses in a courtyard on a night when Luke’s meditating outside, Din restless after tucking Grogu in and happens across Luke.

Understands that Luke doesn’t follow the Creed the way Din does, but he was raised as a Mandalorian and Din’s seen him in his helmet more often than not and anyway.

Luke meditating in the moonlight and while Din was worried he might have interrupted, Luke opens his eyes and smiles, something about it drawing Din closer.

And it’s.

There’s been so much Pining, but this is Luke, and anyway, keldabe kisses, and Luke laughing at Din being so flustered by it, but Luke’s laughter is shaky, breathless and really, the man’s a hypocrite.

Still, the two of them stay like that for a little while longer.

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #anon #not!fic prompt #prompt fills #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #mandalorian!luke #but like with a ~twist #long post #Anonymous

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corrupt-fvcker · 4 years

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Annoying (Boba Fett x fem!Reader)

Annoying ( Boba Fett x fem!Reader )

Warnings: fluff, hurt with sorta comfort, mentions of blood, one (1) mention of an erection, naughty words

Word Count: 3.1K

Author’s Note: boba may be a grumpy boyfriend, but he’s pretty decent. reminder that requests are open and if you want to be added to my tag list the link is in my bio :)

Boba’s annoying.

Like, really annoying.

He’s always telling you what to do and when to do it, like he’s the boss of you or something.

Well, technically he did hire you as an onboard mechanic for the Slave I.

But that’s hardly the point.

Because after you reluctantly complete whatever (typically ridiculous) request he’s ordered you to do, he doesn’t show you ever a sliver of gratitude.

He’s constantly teasing you

Probably smirking smugly beneath his bucket whenever you avoid his gaze after a particularly cheeky comment.

You swear that he's going to be the death of you if he doesn't shut the fuck up.

And he's an idiot, you're confident in this even though he always seems to be two steps ahead of you.

"If I'm an idiot, then what does that make you?"

The bitch that's about to roundhouse your ass.

"...shut up."

Boba's also big and green

Like a giant booger you decided.

Because calling him a Hutt would've been a direct insult to Jabba and all who hailed from Nal Hutta.

He's also stubborn.

Which you suppose is a good thing when it comes to his line of work.

But after the quarry's been captured and it's just you and him, you're usually about two minutes away from stranding him on the nearest inhabitable planet.

Boba — the annoying, stubborn, big, green idiot that somehow managed to get his grimy gloved fingers wrapped around your heart with a durasteel strength grip.

And despite his imperfections, you know he cares. He cares a whole lot, actually.

Which is why you're approaching the hour mark of being stranded in the middle of a giant forest.

The stars of the Corellia system moved across the night sky as you wait for your annoying, stubborn, big, green idiot of a boyfriend to find you.

It had started off as a joke.

Not a particularly good joke, but your goal wasn't to make him laugh.

Your goal was to get under his skin.

So you, being the natural-born genius that you are, decide to laugh when Boba oh-so-casually brings up that he is the best bounty hunter in the field.

And you should've dropped it when his helmet ticked to the side and he asked you what was so kriffing funny.

But you — the apparent brains of the operation — don't catch the hint and keep going.

"I mean, I think I could outrun you," you admit nonchalantly, not bothering to look up at him as you absentmindedly pick at a loose thread of your tunic. "Not to mention outsmart you."

You smirk because if Boba is anything but your annoying, stubborn, big, green, idiot boyfriend... he's egotistical.

Boba scoffs, a mixture of amusement and offense lacing his tone. "Yeah? That's what you think?"

You offer him a half-hearted nod, feigning indifference to the whole idea.

He doesn't say anything else after that, nor do either of you bring it up again.

You suspect that maybe he figured that you were just trying to get under his skin, but you didn't think that you could've bruised his ego so easily and truly gotten away with it.

But then all hell breaks loose and the joke that you had started morphed into a much more genuine issue.

An official bounty had been placed on your head, and the reward was quite charitable.

So now, you were hiding out in the middle of some random forest on Corellia as Boba hunts you down to put your survival skills to test.

Your goal is simple, make it back to the Slave I before Boba hunts you down and catches you.

And you had originally thought that it had been a good idea. If Boba, the best bounty hunter there is, can't catch you then hypothetically you shouldn't have to worry about other bounty hunters coming after you.

But you quickly came to regret your decision because now you're lost out in the middle of the forest, hugging some random tree.

You tried not to wander too far from the ship, knowing that you’d have to eventually find your way back.

But you also couldn’t stay too close, it’d be much easier for Boba to find you if you were in the first tree he sees.

You had no definitive way of knowing how much time had passed.

Even though Boba had told you when you landed, you had already forgotten how long a Corellian day was.

Logically, you knew that you couldn't have been waiting for more than an hour.

Though when your natural restlessness mixed with how uncomfortable your hiding spot was, you were convinced that you had been stuck in place for at least several hours.

You had settled yourself up in the branches of a towering tree. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, the bark digging into the soft flesh of your back, but it was endurable.

If you could hide, you could live.

It’s dark, You could barely see the forest floor from your hiding spot.

You weren't far from the ground, maybe a good twenty feet up.

Though you doubted that you’d be able to see Boba if he strolled past your tree.

He had the advantage, of course. Night vision ‘n all his fancy gadgets.

To make matters worse, it’s freezing.

You were itching to get the hell out of the forest and cuddle up on your cot.

But there was a tiny problem.

Boba was coming from the direction of the Slave I.

Which meant that with your luck, there was a very good chance that you’d run directly into him as you’re trying to get back to the ship.

You needed to get Boba off your trail first, get him lost in the jungle.

By the second hour of hiding in the ominous forest, you hear rustling leaves in the distance.

He’s close.

Thankfully, he’s not moving directly towards you.

But you can hear him drawing closer and closer, and you’re about to make a run for it and hope for the best.

And even though you know he’s not going to to hurt you, you’re still terrified.

You hear a twig snap just a few yards from your tree, you flinch.

And then he went silent.

And for a split second, your mind lets you think that he missed you.

But then, just a short distance away, you see it.

The subtle glow of a tracking fob.

He was waiting for something -- standing there, eyes searching for your figure in the darkness.

And then, he turns away, hesitating. Considering his options.

He moves a few paces east, thankfully away from your route back to the ship.

You wait until you can’t hear his footsteps, and begin to move. Quietly, making sure your movements did not betray you.

But that was your first mistake.

Not noticing that it was a trap.

You didn’t realize it until it was too late.

He’s racing after you now, heavy footsteps thudding against the forest floor.

And for someone weighed down by so much armor, he’s fast.

You’re sprinting.

Entire body burning as you make your way through the thick trees.

The world’s a blur as you run, your feet barely touching the ground as you speed through the forest.

He’s on your trail, hot and quick.

You just prayed that you had a good enough lead, maybe you could outrun him.

And just as the Slave I is in view you realize something.

You realize that you’re wrong.

Two strong arms plated with thick duraplast hook around your waist and yank you off your feet.

Air is ripped from your lungs as soon as the slope of your back slams against the armor covering the firm muscles of his chest.

And desperately, you suck sharply for the oxygen that was just knocked from your body but as soon as you manage to breath in, you are robbed once again as the two of you topple to the ground.

You hit the ground hard.

Your head snapping back as soon as your bodies hit the dirt and the only thing keeping your skull from splitting open against the forest floor is the way Boba tugs you against his chest.

“Fuck!” You grit through your teeth, not sure if it’s the pain of the fall or the disappointment of losing that’s bruised you more.

You don’t stop struggling, continuing to fight him as he wrestles you to the ground.

You’re panting, kicking, grunting, punching, swearing—

Boba... hasn’t broken a sweat.

He’s leaning over your and has got one of your arms craned behind your back, your face pushing into the dirt as you actively chose to ignore what seems to be a hard-on pressed into your lower back. Instead of dealing with his problem, you use what little strength you have left to swing your limbs at him.

THWACK!

You’re free hand collides with the dome of his helmet, and it nearly throws him off his game. You smirk— then you seethe in pain.

The skin of your knuckles cracks open upon impact of the duraplast, successfully hurting you more than it managed to inconvenience Boba.

“You kriffing—”

Your words catch in your throat as he suddenly flips you over, forcing you to face his stupid helmet.

He plops down on you, effectively pushing all the air from your lungs for the third time of the night.

He’s sitting on your stomach, gloved hands grasping your wrists as his legs pin down your own.

“Gonna need to put up more than a fight than that,” Boba growls through his modulator, easily restraining your struggling limbs.

"Fuck you.”

You might actually hate him.

No, you don’t.

“C’mon,” he croons mockingly, leaning forward just a bit so that his helmet hovers over your face. “Thought you said you could outrun me. Outsmart me? You got to have more fire in you than that, baby.”

Then you do something incredibly stupid.

Because — who are you kidding? — you’re not the brains of the operation.

You’re the stubborn one between the two of you (which is saying something), and Boba always knows which buttons to push.

You jerk upward, momentarily slipping your wrists away from his grip that loosened from surprise.

Your head slams into the front of his helmet, your forehead splitting open on collision.

But your pride outweighs your pain as you watch your boyfriend’s head snap back slightly with a strained grunt, effectively freeing your arms from his grasp.

With all the force you can muster, you shove him off of you before he can quickly recover and then you’re running.

Sprinting to the ship even faster than before, despite the heavy blood flow that is now running its course down the side of your face.

As soon as the soles of your boots make contact with the durasteel ramp, you collapse.

Toppling down to your knees in the safe zone because you’re so kriffing tired yet so relieved that you won.

The sound of Boba’s footsteps are right by your head as you carelessly sprawl out on the ramp.

“Fuck,” Boba snarls, suddenly invading your little safe zone.

You smirk because you know he’s pissed about losing to you.

“What the hell did you do to yourself?” Boba snaps, his gloved hands seizing each side of your face to make you look at his visor.

You’re bleeding.

Like a lot.

And you almost don’t have enough energy in you to brag.

“I won, old man,” you sigh dreamily, batting eyelashes as you blink away the dots spotting your vision.

Boba doesn’t even comment on the fact that you’re only a few years younger than him.

“Maker help me, you better not have a concussion,” Boba grumbles with an unamused grimace that’s concealed by his bucket, hauling you up from the ramp despite your protests and carrying you into the hull.

He’s completely silent as he cleans your trophy -- a small cut just below your brow that bled way too fucking much for its size. He sprays some bacta on it and covers it with a bandage, only speaking once all the supplies is put away.

“You need to take this,” Boba argues, his blood-stained gloves now discarded as he holds a few painkillers in his palm.

You shake your head. “It’s not serious. You’re gonna need those sooner or later.”

“You have a head laceration, it’s not gonna be long before you get a migraine,” Boba retorts, forcing your clenched fist open so that he can put the pills in your palm.

“No.”

Fuck, you’re stubborn.

His heavy sigh echos through his vocoder. “I don’t want to hear about how bad your head hurts in an hour.”

“You won’t,” you promise.

Though what’s he gonna do about it if you do? Lose another bet?

It doesn’t even take an hour for your head to start pounding in retaliation of your stupidity. Though you bite your tongue as you sit in the co-pilot’s seat, not wanting to get the “I Told You So” speech yet again.

You’ve been in hyperspace for about twenty minute, sitting with your legs criss-cross in the seat, your eyes closed and your head tilted back.

You hope you just fall asleep unintentionally so that you don’t have to get up again.

Every time you stand you think that your skull is going to burst from the incessant thrumming of your brain.

Thankfully it’s mainly dark in the cockpit, the only light coming from the buttons and stars.

“You don’t look so good,” Boba eventually mutters, a hint of something laced in his tongue.

“Gee, thanks,” you reply groggily, pinching the bridge of your nose as your brows furrow.

Just let me fucking sleep in peace.

“How’s your head?” You were too tired to figure out if it’s concern or smugness in his voice.

Probably both.

Definitely both.

“Do you have to talk so loud?” You complain lamely, opening your eyes to shoot a miserable glare in your boyfriend’s direction.

He snorts, shaking his head in spite of you before motioning you over with two fingers. His voice is low when he speaks.

“C’mere.”

You stare at him for a moment but the light is reflecting painfully off the dome of his helmet and you think that your brain is fucking bleeding.

“Don’t want to,” you reply, trying to play it off as disinterest rather than the inability to walk the three paces to sit in his lap.

When he doesn’t immediately react, you avert your gaze to stars and thank the Maker that you can finally close your eyes and have some peace —

A scoff crackles through his modulator, and you don’t open your eyes to glance in his direction as he stands from the pilot’s seat and moves.

Space is silent and his heavy footsteps ring throughout the cockpit and send vibrations through every bone in your body.

He inserts himself between your slightly parted legs and hovers there for a moment, you can feel his gaze searing into your flesh despite your lack of vision.

His scent is overwhelming — something masculine and spicy, fresh and clean.

“What’s the matter, sweet girl?” He questions softly, leaning forward ever so slightly to cage you in between the co-pilot’s seat and his armor.

His bare hand cradles your cheek before trailing down to wrap around the nape of your neck.

Your eyelashes flutter open and you meet the ominous visor.

“Nothing.”

It’s a plain lie that’s so clear and plastic that it loses all the sharpness and edge that a true lie holds.

He shakes his head, eyes still trained on you. “Really? Nothing’s bothering you?”

This time you shake your head. “Nothing,” you repeat with more firmness.

Stubborn.

He nods thoughtfully, a hum rumbling through his helmet before straightening out, pulling away from you a bit.

You sigh out a small breath of relief, finally having the space to breath air that wasn’t him.

You let your eyelids slump shut again, though you should’ve know better than to think your stubborn boyfriend would leave you alone.

“Hey!”

He’s scooping you up in his arms, pressing you against his chest and moving before you can wiggle out of his grasp.

He’s still carrying you when he descends the ladder, you’re too disoriented to figure out how but he does nonetheless.

He flops you down on the bed, tugging your dirty shirt over your head.

Oh. Oh.

You mentally shrug because even with the pounding of your skull you wouldn’t mind a quick fuck before bed—

But then Boba presses his palm against your forehead and pushes you against the pillow — and you also then realize that he had only removed your dirty shirt so that you wouldn’t complain about the *germs* getting on your pillowcase (which causes acne, you dutifully remind him - not that his buckethead cares).

Though you give him credit where it’s due.

He’s being thoughtful.

He disappears without a word, returning only a few moments later.

He outstretches his hand to reveal three painkillers.

Thoughtful bastard.

You’re still lying flat on the mattress and your eyebrows furrow. “I said that I’m not—”

He tugs his helmet off his head with a short breath, tossing it haphazardly at the foot of the bed.

Sometimes you forget how beautiful he is beneath his green bucket.

Tanned olive skin, dark wavy hair that’s borderline shaggy, calculating eyes that glisten with mirth, and rosy lips that are tilted into a boyish smirk.

“They’re not for you, kid,” he grumbles teasingly before throwing the three pills to the back of his mouth before taking a single gulp of the glass of water that’s still beside your bed from the night before. “Now move over.”

It’s a miracle that you actually listen, scooting to the other side of the bed so that he can collapse on the mattress.

His arms drag you into his chest as soon as he settles, tucking the top of your head beneath his chin.

“You’re a pain in the ass,” he utters, voice tainted from exhaustion but you can hear the adoration.

You smile softly, burying your face in his neck so that you can press a kiss to his collar.

“And you’re annoying.”

Good thing I love you.

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au of an au: han and boba parent trap cody and obi-wan

“i’m not doing it.”

“is it really that bad?”

“there is no negotiations. you are his excellency’s best bounty hunter,” the droid translated as the slug looked to boba, “and you are his best smuggler,” he said turning to han. “the two of you will have to work together for this job or neither will get paid nor have his services again.”

“if it’s full pay, i’m in,” han responded, “no reason to turn away from this job.”

“you doubt pirates, child?” han scowls at that. “both you and fett will get the pay promised if you complete the task.”

fett didn’t even glance at han from his helmet, “if he dies, it’s not my fault,” and walks out the door.

“man, you need to chill,” han follows him like a loth-cat, “we got a better chance together, right?”

not responding to the question, “we’re taking my ship,” boba sneers, continuing his path.

“you know, my ship made the kessel run in less than 12 parsecs!”

“i don’t care.”

~~~

the ride to florrum was silent as the two men were up to their own devices. upon landing they were greeted by a group of pirates.

“what can i do for you, boys?” what han assumed was the leader inquired.

before han had a chance to speak, his companion butt in, “we were hired to pick up the product for jabba. i assume you are hondo?”

i see he avoided mentioning that were to capture this hondo under jabba’s orders, han thought, would cody do this? Maybe he should’ve commed him for advice.

“captain hondo, i am. best pirate in the galaxy,” he made a jester to the building, “come on in and we can get you a drink to settle in-“

everything went black.

~~~

“why did you do that? the drugging normally works!” a voice broke out from the ringing in his ears

“sorry, boss, but I thought the helmeted one was going to pull a blaster on you.”

after a moment, han’s eyes were finally able to peel open. he was inside a cell, it seemed, with two weequays watching him, one of which being hondo. before he could quip to them, they already left and locked the door.

han began to look around, his mind running the simulators cody would make him go through for situations such as these, when his eyes landed on the body in armor.

he snorted, not so mighty, are you, fett?

han worked to untie the bonds from his arms, then shifting to the door. kriff, he’s never seen anything like it.

suddenly, a moan was heard as fett began waking up, “what the kriff happened?”

“we got captured, no thanks to you.”

“well, it’s not like you did anything!”

“i’m a smuggler. hurting people is not my job!”

fett didn’t respond, but han would bet 10 credits he was rolling his eyes under his helmet.

“did you try and get out?”

“if i could, i wouldn’t be here,” yet still held up his free wrists, “I’ve never seen a lock like this,” han continued pointing towards the door.

“i wouldn’t have expected you to. hondo has captured jedi before. he knows his stuff,” by then, fett already freed his hands.

“how do you-?”

“ah! you boys are up!” before han could finish his question, hondo was already barging in, “and yes. i once captured my best friend, obi-wan kenobi and a few other force users in this cell.”

“oh, i know. though he wouldn’t consider you a best friend.”

“how would you know? sadly, he is long dead. i was sad to hear when the jedi were killed. he will always have a special place in my heart.”

fett scoffed, “thanks for the story. can we leave?”

“nope, jabba’s been a pain in my side for years. instead, we’ll bargain you off for the highest bidder. you both seem pretty valued by the empire…” hondo ended walking out.

“that hypocrite!”

“oh, stop pouting under there.”

the next day passed slowly, the door only opening for food. han was growing homesick. he was with cody for 5 years now and chewbacca 2. he’s taken jobs without them, but at least he was kept busy. fett lounged in his corner, sitting still. it was creepy how he never took off the mask, and han made sure to let him know.

one night, he pulls out his holo of cody. it was hard to forget, but it was easier to have on him on long missions away. the glow from it lit up the room and caught the bounty hunter’s attention.

“what’s that?”

“none of your business,” han reached to turn it off. fett clearly saw it and reached into his own armor.

he pulled out his own holocron and the same picture emerged, cody and a man with red hair and beard. when he first received the holo, han would ask cody about the man in the robes, but would always get brushed off. he learned not to ask as he recognized the faraway look in his eyes.

“how do you have that?” han spit out. cody was his family, through thick and thin and fett wasn’t welcome.

“ben is my guardian,” he said pointing to the other man.

“you know him?”

“obviously.”

the thick air was broken by fett first

“how do you know cody?”

“he’s my father,” and before fett could respond, “well, the closest thing to a father i ever had.”

fett stared again and before han could say anything else, he reached for the helmet.

underneath was the eyes he knew to love. the lips that pulled into a firm line whenever han misbehaved. the nose that would scrunch up when han disgusted him. in front of him was a young copy of cody. a clone.

“you’re a clone.”

“i’m a person.”

“why are you younger than cody?”

“cause i’m a person.”

that didn’t answer han’s questions.

“do you work for the empire like the clones?” fett asked.

“what do you mean? cody doesn’t work for the empire. the clones are there against their will! there’s chips in their brain! cody told me!”

“really?” unlike most times he talked, fett wasn’t being sarcastic, “if that’s true…”

“so, cody knows ben?” han pushed. cody told him many stories of his brothers, but not much of anything else.

“he was his jedi general before he shot him down,” fett’s eyes trailed their faces on the holo, “no one knew of the chips and began blaming the clones.”

“is that why you wear the mask?”

“no!” boba rose from his makeshift seat, “how many times do i have to tell you i’m not one of them? this helmet was my fathers. i was never a mindless soldier.”

“they’re not mindless soldiers!” growing irritated, han thought back to all the times cody stood up for him when he was in trouble. the tales he would tell of his brothers.

boba shrunk at that and whispered to himself, “they’re not mindless soldiers.”

the silence fell over them again. han trying to make out the emotions on boba’s face, while he was looking anywhere but at han.

“cody was a better brother to me than he should have been. i treated the clones like scum, but now i know this truth,” boba waved his hand around, “he never would have wanted us to fight. neither would ben.”

“i’m sorry for your loss.”

“excuse me?” boba stared, “ben is not dead,”

han stared back, “what? you said cody shot him. and cody never talks about him.”

“well,” boba paused, thinking of the pros and the cons. pros being that ben could see cody again and boba wouldn’t have to watch him be all weepy. con would be that han is lying. he weighed his options before coming to a decision, “that was the point. the jedi had to be believed to have been wiped out.”

han contemplated on his end. despite never talking about ben explicitly, cody always talked about how amazing his general was. if fett really knew him, and it seemed like he definitely did, maybe they could come to an agreement, “cody would want to know.”

“i know,” before thinking, boba added on, “they cared for each other too much.”

rather than dwell on that phrase, “can we get them to meet up again? after we get out of here.”

“ben wouldn’t want to give up his position,” boba put his holo away, “but you are right about them wanting to know. i have an idea.”

~~~

the escape was easy once the two worked together. they also decided, screw jabba and abandoned their mission. both of them were smart enough not to have a debt with him anyway.

they decided that they will each send a signal to their respected guardians saying they need help on tatooine due to a mission gone wrong. it was easy for han to come cody, in which the commander responded he’ll be there in a few hours. on the other hand, boba didn’t have a comm for ben, with the fear of giving up his position. instead, he got in contact with a tuskin raider.

han stared in shock as boba let out a series of growls and hand motions to the creatures before they ran off. at his disgruntled look, boba replied with a simple, “ben helped them out a couple times,” that didn’t answer any of his questions.

ben got their first. he looked much more aged compared to the holo. the man gave boba his best wtf face. “kenobi,” han’s head shot up at that, “sorry to bring you out here.”

suddenly, the man locked up, all emotion wiped and reaching in his robes, “are you turning me in boba?”

“no, i didn’t mean to scare you,” he looked to han, “this is a companion i made on my last bounty. he has some news for you.”

really, fett? you’re making me talk? luckily, cody’s ship was pulling in overhead, but the elderly man got more on edge. han quickly reached for his holo and pulled open the picture of the men.

“umm, this is my father figure,” he said pointed to cody, “boba said he knew you and that you should talk it out.”

ben glanced between him, boba, and the ship that was slowly opening up.

“i didn’t give away our position, but you need to know,” boba said, looking towards the ship.

cody emerged and rushed to han, enveloping him into a hug, “are you alright? did these people help you?”

his eyes swept over boba, not recognizing the armor and turned to ben who was looking at him like he saw a ghost.

“general?”

“cody?”

“i’m sorry. i couldn’t- i’m sorry…”

before he could go on, obi-wan swept him into a hug, “it’s okay, commander, it’s okay…”

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