#boba fett x reader x fennec shand

[annmaximoff18]

Y/N: You're an idiot Mando, I can do it.

Din: I already told you no

Fennec: Wow, you two sound like an old married couple.

Din: we are not

Y/N: Yes, what's wrong with you? I wouldn't marry this rusty bucket.

Din: Who do you call a rusty bucket?

Fennec: Yes, they sound like an old married couple.

Boba: let's get out of here

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A/N: This was supposed to be a NYE fic for a clone trooper, but Fennec ambushed and dragged me to smutsville, and here we are. Have a wonderful New Year! 

Pairing: Fennec Shand x Reader (Fem; wears a dress and makeup)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 1.8K

Warnings and tags: Reader feels insecure about her appearance; fluff; little bit of SMUT; body worship; fun with mirrors; Fennec is a pleasure top; Garsa Fwip and the Sanctuary survived because I say so

Summary: It’s Boonta Eve, and you’re more interested in a private celebration with Fennec than a party at the Daimyo’s palace.

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This fic smells like: Chloé Nomade (sunbaked earth, a warm breeze at sunset, sweat on your lover’s skin)

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The Boonta Eve Classic went off without a hitch. You hadn’t been nervous—not exactly. Just… vigilant. Yes, vigilant: that was the word. After all, it was the first Classic since the Daimyo had consolidated his power in a decisive, if costly, victory against the rival syndicates on Tatooine. The Classic wasn’t just the galaxy’s largest podrace and the planet’s most famous cultural festival; this year, it was also a demonstration that Fett was a capable ruler who could provide a stable and competent government to the people of Mos Espa. 

The average citizen didn’t care who sat on the throne. They cared about having enough water to survive, about being able to feed their families, about not getting eaten by a kriffing sarlacc for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. And they cared about pod racing. By every god in the galaxy, did they care about pod racing. Not only was the Classic an important cultural festival on Tatooine, but the credits it pulled in from the hordes of tourists who descended on Mos Espa every year were integral to the planet’s economy.

Only a select few in Fett’s inner circle knew just how close the planet had come to not hosting the Classic that year, or how hard his gotra had worked to pull off the race. But pull it off they—and you—had. And it wasn’t just an adequate race, either: it was kriffing epic. The entire city was buzzing with adrenaline, and already word was spreading on the Holonet that the new Daimyo of Mos Espa had hosted the most exciting Boonta Eve Classic in decades.

You were exhausted, to put it mildly. For weeks, you had worked the longest hours of your life coordinating the festival and races, recruiting racers and fielding the press, ensuring there was adequate accommodation to house visiting dignitaries and adequate security to manage the swarms of tourists who descended on the city. It had finally culminated that morning under the blistering suns of Tatooine. You had attended along with the rest of the Fett gotra, and like them, you sat in the Daimyo’s booth, sheltered from the blazing sunshine but unable to escape the oppressive heat. 

You’d returned to the palace ahead of the rest of the group immediately after the race, parched and fatigued, only to be immediately accosted by the palace staff with a thousand questions and last minute emergencies as they made the final preparations for the evening. It wasn’t until Krrsantan had bellowed at the staff and sent them scurrying back to their tasks that you finally were able to escape to your quarters to begin getting ready.

The suns were setting now, and their golden rays illuminated the warm stone walls of your suite as the evening breeze fluttered through the sheer white curtains. Your quarters were deceptively tranquil, despite the chaos and bustle you knew was unfolding below in the throne room in preparation for the night’s festivities. The balmy, soft breeze lulled you into a drowsy haze, and you wanted nothing more than to pass out on your enormous bed and sleep for seven to ten business weeks.

Maybe a nice soak in the bacta tank, you mused as you stretched your tired shoulders. For about a month. Induced comas are a thing, right?

But you still had one final responsibility to attend to before you could catch up on all the sleep you’d missed in the past several weeks: the Daimyo’s Boonta Eve party, which was due to begin in about… You checked your chrono and cursed under your breath. Right now. Kriffin’ hell.

With one last, longing glance at your bed, you turned to the full-length mirror. You stared at your reflection, feeling a little ridiculous and a lot exposed. You looked tired, almost haggard. Even your glamorous makeup couldn’t quite disguise the bags under your eyes. And you looked somehow both overdressed and severely underdressed. You tugged self-consciously at your neckline, wondering what in the galaxy had possessed you to agree to wear this monstrosity.

Oh, right. Fennec’s silver karking tongue, that’s what.

The gown had been part of the Sanctuary’s latest tribute. When Fett saw it, he raised a single brow and remarked that it wasn’t exactly his color. By some stroke of bad luck, it was a perfect fit for you. The dress was a glittering, sheer concoction of shimmersilk and crystals that revealed far more than it concealed. While you certainly would have enjoyed seeing it on someone else, it was far outside your comfort zone, and yet, you had agreed to wear it, not just for Fennec’s private enjoyment, but for all of Mos kriffin’ Espa to witness at the party for which you were now three minutes late.

The door opened and closed quietly behind you, and in the mirror, you watched Fennec approach from behind. Moving with the purposeful grace of a predator, she stalked closer to you. Your breath grew shallow as her eyes dragged slowly down your body, taking in the sight of your curves and lines beneath the diaphanous fabric. She came to a halt behind you, gliding her hands over the bare skin of your waist and down to your hips.

“You look exquisite,” she murmured against the side of your neck as she gazed at you in the mirror.

“You look exquisite,” you countered. “I look like a kriffing disco ball.”

She laughed softly and kissed just behind your ear. “A sexy disco ball. Besides, what’s wrong with that? It’s Boonta Eve. We’re supposed to be celebrating.”

“Says the woman in armorweave,” you retorted.

“Old habits,” she replied with a smirk. “I’ve had this coat a long time.”

You had to admit, it suited her, even if you did prefer it on the floor.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just don’t really feel like celebrating the fact that I look like…” You gestured vaguely at your reflection. “... this.”

She frowned. “What are you talking about? You’re stunning.”

You shook your head stubbornly, refusing to meet her eyes in the mirror. 

When you didn’t reply, she lowered her mouth to your bare shoulder and moved her lips softly across your skin. “There isn’t a single thing about you that I don’t think is beautiful.”

“You’re biased.”

“Maybe, but I have excellent taste.” She kissed lightly along the top of your shoulder and up the side of your neck. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”

You shook your head, then let it fall back to rest against her shoulder as your eyes drifted closed. Her fingertips traced up your abdomen, between your breasts, and up your neck to caress your jaw as she tilted your face toward her.

“A goddess,” she whispered against your lips as her other hand stole up your body to cup your breast through the thin silk. “Sometimes when I wake up at night and see you sleeping next to me, I think I’m dreaming. How can you be this beautiful, and still be real?”

She slid her thumb across your lower lip, then her hand drifted down to rest gently at the base of your throat, where the slight pressure was just enough for you to feel the wild flutter of your pulse beneath her fingers. She kissed you again, grazing her tongue between your lips, before pulling away to nuzzle your cheek.

“Open your eyes,” she whispered. “I want you to look at yourself and see what I see.”

You obeyed, inhaling softly as you caught sight of your reflection. In the golden haze of the setting suns, your skin glowed against the soft material of the dress. Your eyes were dark with arousal, your lips parted and glossy from her kiss. Your gaze dropped to where she held you, kneading your breast gently with one hand, while the other traveled slowly down your abdomen and slipped beneath the sheer fabric. Her palm flattened over your belly and pulled you back against her body.

“What are you afraid of?” she asked softly. 

“A wardrobe malfunction?” you offered in a suspiciously husky tone.

“I don’t think that’s it,” she said.

Her hand slipped lower and came to rest between your thighs. Her fingertips circled your clit softly, then dipped into you. You shuddered softly and melted against her as your eyes fluttered closed again.

“Keep your eyes open,” she commanded with a gentle nip at your earlobe. “You’re a masterpiece, and you deserve to be seen.”

You panted softly as you forced your eyes open again, raising your gaze to meet her eyes in the mirror. Her eyes were intent and heated, and all of her considerable attention was focused on you as her fingertips moved with slow but deliberate strokes. 

“That’s it, isn’t it?” she murmured, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “You’re not used to being the center of attention, and you know that every eye in the palace is going to be on you the minute you walk into the party.”

You swallowed and replied, “I’m really more of the ‘keep everything running behind the scenes’ type. The spotlight isn’t really my thing.”

Her fingers slid deeper as her thumb circled over your clit insistently, and your legs trembled. “That’s a pity, because all I want to do right now is show you off. I want to dance with you until we’re too exhausted to keep going, until I can taste the sweat on your skin. And at the end of the night, I want to peel off this dress and worship you the way you deserve.”

Your knees nearly gave out, but she held you steady against her body as you breathlessly asked, “Why wait? We can skip the party and have our own celebration right here.”

“Tempting, but I think Boba might frown on our absence. Particularly since tonight wouldn’t have even been possible without you. I’m not going to let you hide away because you’re scared of everyone seeing how amazing you are.”

“I’m not scared,” you whispered. “I just don’t crave that kind of attention.”

“Mm.” She bit your neck softly, not hard enough to leave a mark, and somewhat perversely, you wished that she would. You’d wear it like armor, like a flashing neon sign that announced to the entire city that you were hers. “What do you crave?”

“You.”

She smiled, letting out a pleased hum against your throat, then kissed a trail down your jaw until she captured your lips in an all-consuming kiss that left you dizzy and breathless. She withdrew her fingers from your body and walked you to the bed, never breaking away from your lips. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you fell backward, landing sideways on the bed so you still had a clear view of the mirror. Fennec followed you down, kissing her way down the plunging neckline of the dress.

“In that case,” she murmured, sliding her hand up your thigh beneath the silk of your dress, “we’re going to be fashionably late.”

Note: I truly wanted to keep writing this, but I knew I wouldn't be able to finish it in time to post on New Year's Eve anywhere on Earth if I kept going. So... There's probably going to be more Fennec smut in the future.

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~𝓕𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 (𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷) & (𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓸𝓫𝓪 𝓕𝓮𝓽𝓽) 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 1

[techsazalea]

episode 5 of book of boba fett:

Din: I won the darksaber in battle, it is mine

Paz: nuh uh

[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 20- Toys

Fennec Shand x fem!reader

Word count- 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Fennec,” you breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Please,” you pleaded.

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

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

“Fuck,” you breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck… Fennec…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi, I saw your response in regards to my question about Fennec Shand, and I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for Fennec Shand dating a girl who is a Jedi.

I couldn't help but write about Fennec's love life in general. I did include some points about potential Jedi partners specifically for ya. Hope you don't mind all the other thoughts too lol

Fennec is not picky with the gender of her partners, though she is picky with pretty much everything else. Trysts and flings are one thing; those can be had with just about anyone. But partnership and commitments... there are very few types of people she would be willing to try that kind of relationship with.

First and foremost, Fennec needs someone who can keep up with her. She's not about to settle down anytime soon (and that statement can be true for any era of Fennec we're talking about, tbh). Whether she's chasing a bounty or policing the streets of Mos Espa, she needs a partner that's okay with an ever-changing schedule, lots of travel, and unsavory characters. She wouldn't mind if her partner worked or traveled with her, though she does like her alone time, too. Anyone who can fit into that lifestyle is off to a good start... but still has a lot of work to earn Fennec's heart.

... And by heart, I mean trust. Fennec has a hard time seeing the good in other people, or even believing such a thing as "goodness" exists. She's seen too much ugliness in the galaxy, has been cheated too many times. Her perfect partner would have to consistently show kindness and selflessness for a long time before she could trust they weren't secretly trying to screw her over. And even then, there would still be a part of her deep down that would wait for the other shoe to drop. She can't help it.

However, this person cannot be too kind or selfless, not to the point where they're naive. Fennec values intelligence and strength. The real tipping point is when she comes to admire someone. She will feel a bit of a thrill, seeing someone pull off an impressive showcase of skill, strength, or intellect. She'll want to learn from them, or jump their bones, depending on her mood. And if they're not a one-hit-wonder, even better. She'll get all flustered and conflicted and maybe a little moody, not sure why she gets so excited every time they do something mildly cool. The jitters won't go away even in a relationship, though by then she can actually act on them, so she can't complain.

So all of this to say... could a Jedi ever win her over? Perhaps. They would certainly have their work cut out for them, especially in convincing Fennec of where their loyalties truly lie. Would they ever betray her if the Order asked them to? Would they leave her to fend for herself so they could save "the greater good?" A Jedi would have affirm their commitment to her above all else through their actions, several times, for her to be willing to go any further than a fun night out.

Once she is in a relationship with someone, Jedi or whomever, she will in turn be 100% devoted. She'll want her independence, yes, but she will always look out for them, always be by their side when they need her. Their dreams will become her dreams. Their happiness is her happiness.

She will not initiate conversations, and thus come across as disengaged at times, but she will honestly participate if her partner has something to discuss. She won't ever be caught dead doing classically romantic things, like flowers or holding hands. But she will take out the trash, and pay the bills, and take care of that annoying neighbor. She'll show up. She'll put in the work. And she'll never be the first to break a promise.

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Biscuits and Beskar: Ch. 8

Pairing: Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu

Rated: PG-13 (Language and violence, parental guidance suggested)

Warnings: cannon typical violence, language, old wounds/ past trauma, language. Let me know if I missed one.

A/N: This is more of a meat and potatoes chapter so no smuts. We're getting closer to the climax so just know that the pain is coming. Kaska is a Tuskin OC and one I've been working on for a while. I really wanted to have someone represent the Tuskins themselves and I tried to be as respectful as possible. Any recommendations are welcome so please drop 'em! If it's italicized then it's the Tuskin sign language.

Words: 6000 ish...

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To say that Drash was in an ill mood would be putting it lightly.

All afternoon it had felt as though her temper lashed upon the nearest being or droid that came too near. So she had taken to the hangar, working on her bike. Normally the sound of the wrench turning would act to soothe her circuits, but not today.

“E chu ta!”

Drash threw the spanner, sucking on her bloodied knuckles. She thought she'd been so smart getting you to come work for the Palace, thinking you'd be safe. She was a damn idiot to ever think that.

“Could get more thrust if you tuned the carb a bit.” Boba strode to the young woman, offering the spanner from whence it flew. She glared before ripping it from his grasp. Testy indeed as her friends had warned. Boba needed to understand what troubled the girl, the root of her anger. Drash had a temper for certain, but she controlled it well. Witnessing her practically stripped out the bolt heads, he knew it to be ruling the girl instead. Sitting on the crate a few paces off he took a deep breath. “Is there something about this Kaska business that troubles you?”

Drash could see the old man wasn't going to leave, roughing her nerves all the more. She wasn't in a talking mood and so continued ignoring the Daimyo. Drash glanced back to the bike refocusing as she pulled out the filter and placing it in the sonic cleaner.

The scrapper was tough Boba had to admit, didn't flinch. So what was it that she feared? “Drash?”

“It's fine. The drift trader's fine, alright,” She spat the words and tried to ignore the familiar burning in her chest. Storming to the tool box she began to rifle, there was no escaping it though. Over and over she saw that night, remembered your screams as they ran and hid. The stench of the dumpster and her own vomit while she and the others waited.

Waited to live, waited to die or worse.

The girl slammed the lid on the case, yanking another open to continue her search. Boba moved quietly, carefully taking the tool from her mechanical hand and placed it back. His eyes continued to assess as his tone remained neutral, “What troubles you then? Do you think that Kaylee will be in Danger?”

“Ain't none of us safe, what does it matter though?” Graveling out the words, Drash kept her own eyes glued to the wall. “You can always find another cook, another assassin, more muscle. Why would a Daimyo care, we're all expendable...”

“Your rage will not help you here ad'ika,” Once upon a time he may not have cared, that was the true, but no longer so. “You think it will protect you, keep you warm when all the others are gone. It won't.”

Drash turned, practically snarling. “You would know, eh?”

“Yes, I would.” It was a calm reply, laced though it was with regret. He had never gotten the chance to raise his daughter, never had the chance to pass on the hard lessons he'd learned. Drash was not Ailyn, nor was he her father, but his little tribe was as close to family as a man like him would ever get. “You're not the first to shed a tear, nor felt the sting of loss.”

“You know what's coming,” Drash narrowed her eyes, holding the Daimyo's gaze. She had learned long ago. Never blink, never back down, never show weakness. Yet here she was about to violate those rules of safety, for your sake. Because she couldn't loose you. “Send her away...”

“You really think I hadn't already considered that?”

Turning to fully face the old hunter Drash's shoulders set. Her voice began to rise, “She won't survive it again! Mama Kay almost died saving us and now it's happening all over again. Send her away where she's safe please!”

Heaving a heavy sigh, Boba wished he could do just that. “What happened?”

Drash knew from the Daimyo's tone that he would have the truth. Years of guilt filled her voice, “It was my fault... I tried to keep quiet.”

“Go on,” He saw as the girl's eyes clouded over. She may not flinch, but she was pained none the less as she sat twirling the ratchet.

“The bag men would come looking during the day. Lot of times they'd grab people on the street or you'd come home to your door kicked in, either way you'd never see those folks again. Sometimes sweep right into the school and grab a kid up. Stopped going, never real book smart anyway...” The twirling of the wrench was a soothing feeling in her flesh hand as Drash continued. “Mama Kay put us up in her restaurant, we hid up in the attic during the day. Wasn't bad for us big kids just... the littlin's got restless.”

Gnashing his teeth Boba saw red, but he let her go on. “How little?”

“My sister Nova was just eight. Couple of the others were younger, but she was the last one to hide with us. Mama Kay was trying to find a place for us to stay together but...” Wincing visibly the girl remembered how her sister had cried and begged not to go. Maybe if she had then things would be different. “The bag men got a tip off, came in the night. I tried to keep quiet but we were all sick and... they heard.”

The wrench ceased turning in her hand as moisture pricked her eyes. It had been a horror. The bag men had stormed in shouting, ordering the other patrons out. They had wailed on you, cut you, and still you hadn't said a word. Skad had been helping the others down the back stairs when the bastards lit the place on fire, used a can of astro fuel to really make it burn. It was when they were trying to get out that Drash had wretched what little she'd had in her stomach alerting to their presence. Nova had been grabbed, she was screaming for help. Drash had tried, the trandosian who held Nova wouldn't let go no matter how hard she'd hit him. Then the kark had grabbed her by the throat, hissing over Drash until all too suddenly he'd stopped.

She remembered the blood pouring down on her even as the flames rose around them. Coughing and sputtering she hadn't realized the it had been Mama Kay whose arms had looped around her, pulled her into the alley. It hadn't been till after Drash had been tossed in the dumpster that she realized that Nova wasn't with her.

Then the screams from inside...

“Mama Kay ran back in for Nova, part of the wall fell on her...” Voice barely a whisper as she tried to explain. “They made it out. Garsa hid us the rest of the night, then Kaska took us to the Dunes the next day, hid us for months until things calmed down.”

“And your sister?”

Her lip trembled as Drash clasped the little bracelet on her belt, “She was hurt too bad when the wall fell. She was just... too little... It was my fault.”

So that was it. The girl sought to right a wrong not of her doing, one that was never hers to bear. Drash had proven a strong and clever leader time and again among the mods. It had been she who had kept the little band held tight. A warrior unblooded and it was high time for her trial. Giving a solemn nod Boba grumbled, “Come with me.”

The girl followed the Daimyo across the bay and into the old Firespray. Drash felt cold, figuring he had brought her here for some lecture, chastisement for her foul behavior. Instead the Daimyo opened two cabinets in the wall, one lined with teeth of varying sizes, the other an armory case. “When I was a boy my father sent me into a cave and told me to return with this.”

Drash looked at the enormous tooth mounted in the case. It must have been a monster of a beast.

“He was teaching me a lesson, one that we all must learn.” Looking the girl in the eye Boba waited for her focus, “We do not let fear rule us. We have a task and we accomplish it.”

He then held out a pistol, small but better quality than what she had. At his insistent look, Drash took the fine weapon and tested it's weight.

“Are there any others from that night who still live?” Boba growled.

“Yes.” Her reply was as cold as ice. She listened as Fett placed his helmet back on, the vocoder amplifying his breathing. Looking at the visor from her periphery she wondered aloud. “Why are you doing this?”

“A blaster can be replaced, a life cannot. Use it well and add to the wall,” Boba closed the cabinets again, guiding the girl back out. “And when you do we shall mourn Nova together, properly.”

“And don't forget to have Nitro give Ratty and R9 a good once over. All those patrols has their gears in a bind.” You fretted reorganizing your pack for the third time.

Nikita smirked as her eyes rolled, “Oh he's going to love that.”

“Tough.” you groused, slinging your pack on. Let's see you'd delegated meals and kitchen to Kita cat, the droids to Nitro, the others were patrolling... “Oh and Freyn needs...”

“We know Mama Kay,” Nikita could feel the stress rolling off of you. Not that they all weren't in varying frayed states. “I packed the rations and saw to the temp logs and the delivery will be here by noon. Everything's handled, tell Kaska hello for us.”

Giving the girl a hug you rounded towards the bay, “just be safe till I get back.”

Drash got up and hugged you from where she worked on her speeder as you entered the bay. Boba was conversing with Mr. Djarin. Odd duckling that one, never ate with the rest of you. Neither here nor there for now as long as he protected your kids. Because that's what they were, they were yours and not even the stars could change that. They had carved an indelible mark on your heart and higher powers help if anyone lay a finger on them. As you secured the pack you could feel a presence coming from behind you. Boba thought he could be so sneaky, but you were learning him well. “Have something on your mind?”

Boba was glowering as you started up the speeder, “Let me send one of the others.”

“Kaska won't deal with anyone else.” Shaking your head a conversation you'd had three times over, you turned to face him. Stepping closer to Boba as he lingered in the shadows like a great brooding banshee. You stood hands on hips with a bemused look. It was your first real disagreement, but this needed to be done. Holding his gaze through the helmet you sighed, “Do you trust me Boba?”

He growled, “You know I do.”

“Then let me do this for you, please.” Reaching up to stroke affectionately at the heart on his chest plate, you tried to soothe him. His own large hand came to clasp around your fingers. Even with the helmet you could tell there was something haunting him, quite painful too. Whatever it was would not deter you though, “I'll go to Mos Eisley, get what we need, and be back before sundown. I'm taking the old bantha trails along the B'omar flats, no one goes that way and it's very protected.”

“Doesn't mean I have to like it,” Boba's voice was rough even to his ears. This was a dangerous precipice that his little tribe found themselves upon, a crossroads. One wrong move...

“No, you don't have to like it.” Tracing your finger along the side of his helmet you gently pressed a kiss to the cool metal. That is until he raised the helm to kiss you properly. Deepening it with a sweep of his tongue, you hummed in satisfaction. Once he'd lowered he helmet again you pressed your forehead to his. “I'll be extra careful, besides I have a good reason to get back quickly.”

“Oh, do you now?” Boba mused flirtatiously, gazing into your golden orbs. Eyes that smiled and laughed with life.

“Yes.” Smirking, your fingers teased the back of his cowl, “He's tall and handsome and likes my cooking...”

“Like more than that cyare,” Stubborn little Cookie, but it was a gamble he had to take. They were in short supply of ordinance and the Pikes had ceased any further shipments getting through. As you mounted the speeder he gave your hand a last, lingering squeeze. “Be quick.”

Drash had left, seeing you being affectionate made her gag. Din on the other hand stayed in the dark corner to observe. For as cold and calculating as Fett was reputed, seeing him with the small female was intriguing. As soon as your speeder dissipated into the distance though, Fett returned to his normal self. Clan did that, found those parts of you long forgotten or hidden away. Made you remember the person you wanted to be.

“Didn't you have somewhere to be Djarin,” Boba grumbled as he stalked back to the throne room.

Din's eyes followed the older hunter, humming to himself as he readied his ship for takeoff. The woman was far smarter than she let on and probably more than capable. Still, the sands had taken far more formidable beings in the past. He hoped to see her after his visit to Vanth. If for no other reason than she was a rarity in his and Fett's world.

“Peli, you in there?”

“Hold your banthas!” Raising her goggles to slide out from under the hulker that the Jawas had brought in, Peli Motto glanced across the bay to your smiling face. “You know I'm trying to run a business here, hardly get anything done with everybody in lately. First that custom job for... well never mind.”

“You're just too in demand!” Laughing at your friends boisterous attitude you walked around her many little mechanical friends to hold a wrapped package between you. “And what if I said I brought a little something extra for your troubles?”

Taking the package and sniffing, the odd little woman opened the string. Cackling in delight at the assorted treats, Peli was quick to put her casual business face back on. “Then I'd say I also found those parts you were after and that our mutual friend is around the corner.”

“There's a reason you're the best mechanic in the parsec,” Walking to the far corner of the second bay there he sat, waiting with his wares. Kaska had always been an odd creature from the day he'd walked into your cafe all those years ago. Much like then he sat, robes drawn around his body and respirator wheezing, all while carefully carving little figurines out of Bantha horn. Drawing closer you watched as the small piece took on shape.

Kaska had wandered the Dunes since the time before the Empire came. New Republic, Empire, old Republic, outlanders coming to try to claim that which had always belonged to his people. Some called the tribes Tuskins, after the battle of one of their settlements. But it was an outlanders name, not one that his people laid claim to. His tribe had long ago settled among the spires, keeping at bey the outlanders who only sought to take. More often they chose to keep the peace, but sometimes there were trespassers, those who should not be there. Unfortunately his own tribe paid a terrible price for choosing a path of violence against an ignorant innocent.

An innocent who had summoned a demon to exact revenge for her death. A demon who had slain them with the power of the suns itself. So few had survived that night, hiding in the crags of the cliffs and in nearby caves. After that the tribe had thought twice before any outsider was harmed, instead trading and selling, but always keeping to themselves.

It was partially from such dealings that his original trade agreement with the Manu woman had begun. Trading in melons and other dessert goods in exchange for money or food. Trading turning to an amicable friendship, the female having learned their language and even some of their customs. Customs which she was observing now, staying back a pace where he could see. Turning, Kaska set his tools aside and began to sign. “It's been a long time since you've asked such a favor of me.”

“I know and I don't ask it lightly.” At the old warriors signal you sat on the opposite crate and continued. “A storm is coming, your people and mine are in danger.”

“You work for the one in the Mesra Palace, one who walks both paths.”

Nothing surprised you much and it didn't surprise you that Kaska knew of your new employer. It was his turn of phrase describing Boba that tickled at intrigue. Something that you'd observed of Boba from your first meeting, that he fought and even moved like a Tuskin. That Kaska called him such was confirmation. Piqued, you couldn't help to question, “Do you know him?”

“His tribe was familiar to us,” Kaska let out a heavy sigh as his fingers punctuated his next words, “slaughtered by the off worlders.”

Nodding agreement you studied as Kaska paused.

“...Why do you fight for this Man?” Kaska observed as a smile fought to curve your lips. There was affection there perhaps, but enough to call upon his aid?

“Mok Shaiz has brought the Pike Syndicate to Tattoine. They will kill all of us, whether we fight or not, and bleed the planet for whatever they want. Someone has to defend the people.” choosing your words just as carefully as Kaska, you shook your head. “The Daimyo is trying to see a better way for all of the people on Tattoine. He wants to drive the Pike away, permanently. He wishes peace and prosperity.”

“Choosing violence always has a price young one,” Kaska saw the bitterness in your eyes, “but you know that.”

Yes, you knew all too well. “It's the only choice... the only one we've been given.”

“This is an outlanders war, we will take no part.” Standing Kaska made his way over to the cases of weapons that you'd ordered. Some of it was old Imperial issue, the rest was whatever the smugglers in Bestine, Carnthout, and Mos Taike had on hand. The old warrior had seen long ago the duality within you, two souls within. One being the kind, friendly, gentle being who cared for and loved those around them. One of peace and joy and brightness. Then there was the other, the one he'd seen born of fire and blood. A mother massif protecting her pack, a shadow. “These should aid you. I hope that we live to see this peace you speak of.”

“As do I. Perhaps you would come by the palace and I can cook for you again?” Detonators, rifles, hand blasters, a few scatter guns and belt blasters, but it was the fire bombs that caused your attention to shift. Delicate hand blown glass containing a chemical mixture that reacted at the first second of oxygen exposure. These in particular were a product of the sands as much as the hands that made them. Taking one of the delicate orbs in hand you rolled it carefully, like a witch scrying with a crystal. “These are your personal stock...”

“The outlanders have been venturing into our lands. Killing our herds and all in their wake,” Kaska picked up his carving and continued to scrape out the figure hidden in the ivory horn. Every piece told a different story, fortune or ill omen. The one he carved now was a mystery, but it told him of a battle. For your people or his own Kaska was not certain. “We will not fight your war, but if you stop them all the better.”

“The enemy of my enemy. We've long been friends though, haven't we Kaska.” Giving a half grin and a dark hum you carefully lay the incendiary orb in its case. Yes, you and the old dune traveler had long been allies, if not for him and Garza you'd have been dead and long buried.

Along with so many others...

As much as the native people of Tattoine did not like off worlders, there was a symbiotic relationship at times among the common folk. Uneasy, painful, but always there. Some ethos crossed all species and language.

To defend your home.

To protect the young and the old.

Not to steal nor cheat in ones dealings.

Striding over you pulled another parcel from your satchel. Normally you didn't have the bartering items that Kaska sought, but today you would be paying him for more than just this load. Some of this was long due and it warmed your soul. “Some of this is from me and some is from Daimyo Fett.”

“These are not easy to find,” Kaska bypassed the credits and treats, instead grasping at the small container of amber gems. The glass developed slowly as the suns baked the sand, a single bead was considered a treasure. Many of his tribe exchanged these small gems on occasions of births, deaths, marriage, and even treaties. That this was included was not only generous, but also was a gesture of diplomacy. “This is gratitude?”

“This is good faith. Boba said that these should be with the people of the dunes.”

The new Daimyo sending desert glass as a sign of friendship was profound and Kaska was impressed. Rising, the old warrior gathered his things and motioned you to walk with him. As he took his mount Kaska leveled you with another long stare. And there it was, the shadow in your eyes that told him all he needed know. With a nod and a gentle nudge, Bantha and rider began the trek home. What the next dawn brought only the Suns knew.

Peli had already hitched the trailer and had her droids load the additional cargo. She was as fast and accurate as she was crazy, and really you wouldn't have your friend any other way.

“Now I know you got some... 'precious cargo' on board here,” Peli had lowered her voice while making quotations in the air. “So I took the liberty of adding some additional buffers and stabilizers to the rigging. Hey, don't give me that look! You're the one drives like a eiope with it's ass on fire.”

“The last time you took liberties I had whiplash for a week!”

Peli scoffed, “Because this baby slowed down for lack of tune up!”

“Because you forgot to mention the new cutouts!” both of you staring at the other till stern glares turned to fits of laughter. “Honestly Peli why do you stick around here? Could be running the whole new republic fleet or at least your own station.”

A cackle escaped the older woman as her wild mane of hair was thrown back, “Sweet Maker why would I want that headache? Bad enough these new Republic code enforcement snooping around, where would my profit margins go if I had to pay all those licensing fees! Naw, I was made for this place and it was made for entrepreneurs like you and me sister.”

“Well I can't argue that,” With a sad smile you gave Peli a tight squeeze, unsure when or if you would see her again. Pulling away reluctantly you straddled the speeder and began the start up sequence. Swallowing any fear down you smirked at Pele. “You just take care of yourself Miss Motto. Come visit me when the smoke clears, yeah.”

“Ah, you know I will and I'll bring the Sabac deck. Keep an eye out for anymore Fire Spray parts too,” Peli played off her worry. Wouldn't do any good anyway, situation was going to be whatever it was going to be. If she were the betting type though, the credits wouldn't be on her friend or the bounty hunter. Pikes were known to be vicious. Even as good as Fett was reputed to be... Well she could hope for the best. Never the less a friend in need was still a friend in need and let it never be said that Peli Motto was a poor friend.

Still it wasn't promising from what all she saw and knew. With that she turned and headed back into the hangar. “Alright boys breaks over! Get those parts restocked and you! Get into that oil bath before your servos burn out AGAIN!”

“You tell your spice runners that Tattoine is closed for business. This planet's seen enough violence...”

The man had guts, Bane had to admit it. Foolish but principled, such a shame. Then there was the itchy trigger finger of a deputy. Now that one was in it for the name, not the job. The marshal was the real competition, the boy was scraps. Drawing back his long coat the Duros kept his cards to the vest, “You should have never given up your armor.”

The deputy drew first, clumsily. Bane was able to down the Marshal before he leveled the other man with four well placed center shots. When the dust settled and the bodies lay crumpled on the ground, he turned to the few who dared poke their heads out. “Tattoine belongs to the Syndicate. As long as the spice keeps running, everyone will be left alone.”

Bane turned and strode to his transport, unhurried and uncaring for the destruction in his wake. He was hired for a job and he would be paid well. As his ship rose in altitude he reported in, “Vanth will no longer be a problem. Has team two reported in on the woman?”

The suns would be setting soon, admittedly Din hadn't been certain as to when the little cook would return. The fact that Shand had asked him to go looking for Ms. Manu warranted concern. So he'd flown out, skirting along the Dune Sea looking for signs of your speeder.

And a good thing he had.

“Oh that's not good,” He muttered seeing a large black plume coming from one of the mesa rims. Circling round he could see two wrecked out speeders. Going down for a landing he surveyed the tracks in the sand and the blood with them. Blue green, not human.

PING PING PING

A quick succession of fire had the Mando diving for cover. “Who's there?”

“Mr. Djarin?”

It was a weak reply from high in the rocks, but Din was able to use the helmet's internal display to zero in. “I'm here!”

“Watch out! The other one's still out there...” You were perched up in the wind hewn cliffs, out of breath but alive. There was enough for cover but just so. You'd been stuck up there for a few hours. No water, no communications. Next time you'd let Boba send someone else.

If you survived this to have a next time.

“Stay where you are I'll come to you...” Din's words were cut short as the wounded Pike soldier came raging out of the canyon wall. Dodging left and right the two beings exchanged volley after volley of blows. Din redirected the finhead into the sharp rock creating distance. To close for the whistling birds and there were two many loose cliff sheaf's for a percussive blast. Pulling the blade from his boot the Mandalorian began to slice at his opponent. Blow after blow, cut for cut the Pike was an adequate fighter.

Not good enough for the years of his training though.

Din finally had the slime back, drawing him in and grabbing his cowl. As quickly as the fight had started it was done, the Pike falling to the ground with the silver blade sticking out of it's neck. Panting for breath Din hollered up to you, “All clear.”

Scrambling down the cliffs on cramped legs was no easy feat. Shaky and stumbling you came alongside your armored savior. It could have been so much worse all things considered. “... you ok?”

“No worse for wear,” Din could see the bruising and scrapes where the blood had dried. You were upright and fighting though and that was something. “Are you alright?”

You shrugged, “Been worse. God I hope they didn't get to the payload.”

The speeder was a mess but still functional as was the trailer. Din quickly reasoned that he should fly escort at low altitude the rest of the journey as you limped the cargo home. It had been a slow, tense journey. Like prey chased to their burrow, tails between their legs.

Sputtering into the bay you relaxed as the doors came down. “Holy Kark, I need a drink and a shower... scratch that food, drink, then shower. You hungry Mr. Djarin?”

Din shook his head, “I do not eat in front of others.”

“Seriously? The least I can do is make you something.” Dusting your suit off you looked pleadingly at the man. “You saved my life, Boba would never forgive me for letting you go hungry.”

Din could see that the little woman would not take no for an answer. “I cannot remove my helmet in front of others.”

“That's why we have straws, come on I'll make you a smoothie,” Walking back to your domain of control you trusted that the odd man would follow. Washing up you tossed jorgans, pallies, mellon, and berries into a blender with blue yogurt and ice. Mr. Djarin sat dutifully at the counter waiting as you poured the concoction. Dropping an extra long straw into his, you pushed the glass across the surface. “Here's to another day on this side of the dirt...”

“They were hunting you, specifically.” angling the straw up under the armor he saw as your eyes darkened.

“Mr. Djarin...”

“Din.” He replied easily as the first sip hit his tongue. Cool, sweet and refreshing. It was more than mere confection though, there was something nutritional, filling even. Chugging half the glass he realized you had quirked a brow at the informality. “You may use my name, if you wish.”

“Very well, Din.” You smirked at the hunter. Like an onion this one, layer after layer. “And yes I know. I'm only surprised it took them this long.”

Tilting his helmet to the side, “Why?”

"Well, let's just say... the Mayor doesn't like me."

“Ner Me'suum'ika?” Boba stormed into the kitchen. Fennec had called once you were found. He'd flown the Slave I over the south basin three times searching when you hadn't returned. Boba cursed himself a fool for ever letting you leave, for not going with you. He was going to cuff you to the bed and that was final. No more leaving the Palace till this was finished, no going on the balcony where you could be sniped. He wanted you safe, damn it. With a rumbling sigh of displeasure at your state, he was also relieved for your safety. “Are you injured?”

“I'm fine,” You tried to keep smiling as he looked you over. At his grumbling you shrugged guiltily. “A little scratched up, but thanks to your friend, I'm safe.”

“I'll be the judge of that, come on.” With a nod you sighed and headed toward the tower dutifully. Turning back to Djarin, Boba gave a nod. “Thank you.”

“Gar riduur, kaysh kar'ta hettir.” Din rose to retire for the evening, clapping the older man on the shoulder bell. “Gar Aliit et kotyc.”

“Tug'yc, vor entye” Boba couldn't help the slight smirk at Djarins words. He was proud of you, frustrated by your stubbornness but proud. It wasn't till he was removing his armor for the night that the title the other Mandalorian used for you struck him.

His riduur...

Translations (Mando'a unless otherwise annotated):

Finhead and Slime Back- Derogitory terms to refer to fish species; completely made up but comon tongue... Eh sue me.

Gar riduur, kaysh kar'ta hettir- your spouse, their heart burns

Gar Aliit et kotyc- Your clan is strong

Tug'yc- again

Vor entye- thank you

Ner Me'suum'ika- my moon

E chu ta!- (huttese)- shit/damn/crap/etc

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[yandere-wishes]

Another ask by @sxkurasakura 

"omg imagine Boba Fett being a yandere for you??? Better yet, when Fennec comes into the picture, she becomes a platonic yan for you too. They work together watching over you, they share and take turns with you"

Read the first one here

YES YES YES!!!

I need more Boba Fett related asks/ideas!! I've started reading Dead Dove Boba Fett fics on AO3 again! AND I AM GOING FERAL OVER THIS MAN.

I'm going off the idea that Boba isn't the...kindest yandere. He's big on physical punishments and loves to degrade you. To him, you are merely a doll. his pretty little doll. He sees you as less than human, yet he still loves you unconditionally. He's unbearably complex.

(How would reader and Boba even meet in the first place??)  

When Fennec comes into the picture, she starts to pity you. Her relationship with Boba is complicated, she would easily lay down her life for him...But she still wants to help you. She can't do much, but patching up your scars and hugging you tightly as she rubs your back, letting you cry on her shoulder. Slowly the two of you develop a sisterly bond. You gossip and complain about Boba behind his back. But still, take great pleasure in sitting pretty on the armrests of Boba's throne. The two of you are his pretty little girls. His precious darlings. Slowly -but surely- Boba starts to treat you nicer, sweeter even. He and Fennec even start to train you in self-defense. Nothing extravagant, you couldn't escape them even if you wanted to. But Boba's getting the inkling you won't run away even if you could. 

I like this, Boba and his two pretty/cute wives would make for a great fic. 

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

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THE RAZOR CREST RANCH SEVEN

Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 |

Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 |

Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

THE CRESTWORLD

Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 |

Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 |

Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |

Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15

ON TEMPORARY HIATUS

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

I made y’all an ice cream cone. It’s one scoop Boba x reader and one scoop Fennec x reader. If you enjoy it, I’ll make you a whole sundae.

THOTS UNDER THE CUT.

Boba Fett - or at least the person she supposed must be Boba Fett - along with his menacing entourage and a masked man in chains entered the antechamber unannounced.

“I’m here to see the mayor.”

Her eyes widened and a furrows appeared between her brows. She tried to scroll through her data pad, but she was reluctant to take her eyes off of imposing figure of Boba Fett.

“Do you have… an appointment?” she asked in a small, hesitant voice. She’d always been able to hold her own, but this broad man had a powerful quality that made her feel like shrinking against the wall.

“I found one of his stray pets. I’m here to return it to its master,” he growled. She swallowed.

The Majordomo, that gladhanding little worm, appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“Apologies, Lord Fett. I did not see your litter arrive,” he offered as he dipped his head apologetically. “The mayor is indisposed but I’m sure we have an appointment available some time late next week…”

He moved behind her and, as he reached around to take the data pad from her hands, placed one of his palms on her ribcage. This one was step too far. She could tolerate his leering for the sake of keeping herself fed and housed, but she would not be subjected to groping.

“Get your hands off of me before I slap you back into your mother!”

The majordomo jerked back with a stunned expression on his face.

“You want to see the mayor?” she said, looking directly at the Daimyo. She grabbed a key card from a rack on the reception podium, walked defiantly over to the locked door to the mayor’s office, and swiped the card over the locking panel. The red light turned green and the door opened.

“His schedule just opened up,” she said, throwing the key card back onto the podium before turning to walk past them all and out the door.

“I quit!” she shouted over her shoulder.

…

He sent Fennec to find her. He needed an administrative assistant and she had moxie. Fennec tracked her to a hole in the wall cantina drinking cheap, adulterated spotchka. The Daimyo’s job offer included a generous salary and a private living quarters, but she knew to be suspicious.

“Does the Daimyo know how to keep his hands to himself?” she asked warily.

“If he doesn’t, I’ll cut them off myself.”

Fennec’s assurance was enough for the moment. She accepted the position and found herself packing her belongings the following morning to make the short hike up to the palace. As she was leaving and turning in her key for the cramped little room for which she paid exorbitant rent, Fennec arrived on a bantha to collect her.

“I though you’d have more possessions.”

“I’m flattered, but I’m also poor.”

Fennec chuckled and gave her a leg up onto the bantha. She rode astride behind Fennec, holding her around the waist as the bantha plodded along.

“You’ll like working for the Daimyo,” she said over her shoulder. “He’ll keep you out of trouble.”

“Does he keep you out of trouble?” she asked coyly.

“He couldn’t even if he tried.”

They were both silent for a while. As the bantha climbed the hill towards the palace, Fennec spoke to her over her shoulder again.

“You made him laugh, you know. With what you said to the majordomo. He couldn’t stop talking about it.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised.

“He think you’re gutsy. The Daimyo endeavors to surround himself with gutsy women, apparently.”

…

“You’ll be free of unwanted advances,” offered the Daimyo, sensitive to her unease with the possibility of being taken advantage of by men holding power over her. “I ask for loyalty, but loyalty is meant to be reciprocated. You are now under my protection.”

“Thank you, Daimyo,” she said, still wary of him.

“You have nothing to fear under Boba Fett,” said Fennec in an unexpectedly soft voice that momentarily caught Boba off guard. Fennec warmed to few of the palace staff, Boba thought. She must like this one.

Boba liked her too. He had now doubt that she would at least try to make good on her threat of violence against Mok Shaiz’ majordomo. Now that Boba knew what a lecherous pest he was, he might just find an excuse to feed him to the rancor. Boba was certain that his new assistant would fit in just fine with his motley crew. Fennec was certainly fond of her, and although he found her striking as well, he had the good sense to leave her be. If she decided to climb into his bed, or Fennec’s, all the more reason to keep her safe.

…

This was originally going to be a one shot but now it’s a whole thing.

[dreamlandcreations]

Supernatural AU

hunter!Boba Fett x Reader (hunter!Fennec Shand)

Fennec was keeping an eye on you, not trusting you for a second. She felt like you were hiding something and her instincts kept her alive for so long so she wasn't gonna ignore her suspicions, no matter how much Boba seems to like you.

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About My Writing:

I mainly write reader-insert fanfiction. My reader-inserts will have their own stories and can be read more as reader-insert/oc hybrids. As such, the usage of y/n is not included, and most inserts will have a nickname.

All of my fics feature a plus size reader insert, and the majority of my reader inserts are explicitly latine. If not explicitly latine, my inserts are always written with queer plus size poc in mind.

As a queer, disabled, plus size, non-binary woman of color, all of my writing is written through that lens.

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(You Drive Me) Crazy - Ellaria Sand x F!/Afab!Reader. Smut fic.

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Kinktober 2022 Gagging Prompt - Boba Fett x F!/Afab!Reader.

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[fandom-blackhole]

Hi! If your doing the mash up thing

Can you do Boba, fennec and leia for prompts 1 and 32 please?

Of course my lovely! Thank you for sending these in <3

1) Historical AU 32) Pregnancy fic Pairings: Boba x Reader, Fennec x Reader, Leia x Reader (afab!gender/race neutral!reader)

Boba, Medieval (warnings- violence, also pregnancy not outright stated):

His lineage was contested by many. It was well known that his grandfather had once ruled a kingdom, that he was quite loved as well even though his reign was full of fighting and a war that ultimately cost him his kingdom and his life. His father disappeared after his own father's death, many believing that he followed his father to the grave as no one had seen him in quite some time. But then he appeared again, fathering a son of his own, but with no wife or mother in sight. So rumors flew, many stating he was a bastard boy and a disgrace to the name of Fett. Over time however, those whispers were quieted when Boba proved himself a dangerous adversary, when he became the knight you'd call upon when you needed someone found, when you needed someone disposed of. His price was high and many of the nobility called upon him, and while they sang praises of his work to his face, they turned their nose up at his name behind closed doors whispering pities about his parentage. He made it obvious that even if he did hear the cross words they didn't effect him, that he was higher than all of them and the words they passed around like breads at a Sunday mass. You knew of him only through rumors and second hand stories, your family high within society but not high enough to ever need his services yourself. It wasn't until you were called to be a lady-in-waiting for your cousin, a princess finally of age to start courting. You'd been living in the castle with her for a year when a proposal for her hand turned sour with allegations that the man had already fathered three children back in his own kingdom and when her father ended their courtship, the foreign prince in anger had sent assassins to kill your cousin, the plot only revealed when another of her lady's sipped from the wrong cup one afternoon and fell over dead mere moments later. After that a knight had been assigned to be with her at all times and the King sent for Boba Fett, desperate to rid of the paid assassins after his daughter. When he appeared he was everything the stories had said and more. Stoic with amber eyes and dark hair, scars healed over and intimidating. Many of the maids were scared of him, and none wanted to be the one to wait on him while in the castle, but for some reason you felt drawn to the quiet man, curious about him in a way you couldn't explain. Which is how you found yourself voluntarily becoming the one to bring him meals- he never ate with anyone, sending even you away after you put the food on the small table in his room for you to clean up the next morning, to fill his baths, and cater to his every need as the king had ordered. It seemed as his stay went on, you weren't the only one with a curiosity, his own making an appearance one evening after laying his dinner out, and as you opened your mouth to ask if he needed anything else before you left, he cut in, "Why is it, that the little lady-in-waiting of the princess is doing a maid's job?"

You looked up to meet his eyes, confused and surprised that he was actually speaking to you. "Because I was ordered to by my king, sir," your statement came out more like a question, of which you're sure he noticed, but as he poured himself a cup of wine, he huffed and it took you a second to recognize it for what is was, a laugh. Then after taking a long sip, he met your eyes and said, "Perhaps it's because everyone else is too scared to come near me. But not you, you aren't scared of me."

After that he excused you for the night, your mind racing as you made your way to your bed. And following that night, he spoke with you more often, his eyes sharp leaving you with the feeling that he was looking for something, something you're sure he found with each skip of your heart in your chest. Days passed and Boba did his job, finding and ridding the assassins after your cousin, until one evening he announced that he could find no trace of anymore assassins, that he would be moving on soon. Your heart had felt heavy at the news, feeling empty as you left your cousin's room one night after checking on her for the evening before you were to bring Boba his meal for the night. Your head had not been with you, thoughts a miles away when you passed a large open window and a sudden pain over took you and a force brought you to the ground, it took many seconds, if not a few minutes for your thoughts to come back to you and you found yourself sticky with a red liquid that you quickly realized was your own blood when your eyes focused on the arrow now protruding from your right shoulder. Your thoughts scattered as your consciousness felt foggy, only one thought clear in your mind, Boba. Some how you managed to get to your feet, white pain over taking your vision as your subconscious forced your forward, following the path you knew would take you to the safest place in the castle. You would later wonder how you didn't run into anyone else making your way to his room, but in the moment you could only feel sorry about the red trail you were no doubt leaving in your wake as you made it to Boba's room. When you got to the door all strength left you and your body collapsed everything fading, hearing nothing but ringing as you felt a soft golden light wash over you and concerned amber filled you vision as you finally succumbed to the dark.

When you awoke, you had been told that days had passed and that Boba had taken you to the physician before disappearing for a day and reappearing with hard look and fresh blood against his armor. He never came to where you were being kept, and when you were finally released you had assumed that he had just moved on, his job done so he left. But you were surprised to find him in your small room after returning from dinner, his eyes hungry, soaking in the life that had returned to you, a relief palpable in his shoulders when you smiled at him and thanked him for saving you. He turned to look out your window, the light fading in burnt oranges as the sun set. "Why did you come to my room, there had been several other doors you could have stopped and gotten help from, but you came to me. Why?"

It was your turn to look away, the floor becoming much easier to look at than him. "I'm not sure. I only knew that....that I had to make it to you.....that I would be safe with you."

You didn't look up for his reaction, for the first time scared of what you'd find. You listen as he takes a few steps, stopping in front of you, his finger moving under your chin, bringing you to look at him he says, "Don't start acting scared of me now little one. Not after everything."

Then you find him kissing you, slowly and with a different hunger than before, this one consuming and with a deep seeded need. He didn't leave you room that night as he held you in ways softer than you thought he was capable. After that night, he stated his intentions to your father the moment he could when your father visited a few months later. Your father wary of letting your hand to fall to a man that held nothing but controversy, but with the fact that Boba had saved your life, and you yourself seemingly happier than he had seen you in years he couldn't say no, especially with the suspicious way both your and Boba's hands tended to lingered on your lower stomach.

Fennec, Revolutionary War (warnings- mentions of spousal abuse):

Your husband was not a kind man, you did not love him, and it certainly wasn't your choice to marry him. Your father had been desperate with the rising tensions between the Brits and the colonists and wanting to be on the correct side of the fight when it broke out he secured you a husband with strong ties to England, and a lineage only a few removed from some big Duke. You were well off, lived in financial stability but your husband with each passing battle and each loss for the british took his anger out on you. Over time you found it best to just be as silent as a maid, never speak and be just as docile, only finding comfort among the kitchen, baking breads and sweets to share at the tea parties you were forced to attend and using the flour to try and hide the ugly bruises that formed along your skin, in denial that the house staff did not know about them if you could only hide them. As loss stacked up and the battles drew nearer, your husband found it fit to open your home to the crimson coated soldiers. You didn't necessarily hate having the other men in your home, some of the younger men were rather pleasant to you, sharing thanks as you brought them meals and fresh breads. The youngest of them, a boy barely 15 pulled at your heart strings as he barely got around with his injured left leg. He was sweet and funny and always had a smile, reminding you of a brother you lost many years ago making you slip him sweets you would not share with the other men. Unlike you husband, and although you showed kindness to the soldiers, your own morals sided with the colonists, smiling in secret with each win and news of General Washington's strategies curbing the oh so great red coated army, even when the news brought with it new bruises from your husband. Around the same time that a fresh way of soldiers were brought into your home, you found out the worst news second only to the news of your engagement, you were pregnant. Your husband was overjoyed, proud of himself, while still threating you telling you that you had better hoped that the child was a boy. You felt like a ghost floating around your own home, smiling falsely at the new men in your home, bowing your head when a high ranking officer joined the home. You stayed timid around everyone, your kindness to the troops went a bit stale as finding the strength to smile became harder and harder for you. You're small soldier boy found small ways to bring them out though and introduced you to one of the newer soldiers, a man he claimed to be better than the rest of the men in the house, someone he said was safe, like him. The new soldier gave off an air of confidence and easy smirks, he was....well beautiful, there was no other way to describe him, and your young soldier was right, he was safe. He felt safer than anyone else that you've met. Fen, as he asked you to call him became your closest confidant, you told him everything and as you grew closer you found yourself falling for him. A late fall evening you'd been walking around the grounds of your home when he found you, joining you on your walk. It was that night under the shade of the large oak near the pond that he told you the truth. Fen wasn't a man like you'd all been lead to believe, she was a spy from the colonist sneaking plans from the officer in your home. She told you that her full name was Fennec Shand, and that she was to be pulled from where she was hiding because they were close to figuring out her identity. Under the moon and stars she took you hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, asking you to come with her when she left that night, and your heart full of this woman still, you nodded, and smiled whispering, "I would follow you anywhere, because you are the only person that I know I am completely safe with."

Leia, Regency (warning- spousal abandonment, Han Solo slander):

You were her first friend and her closest. You were there for her throughout her childhood and stood by her as you watched with an aching heart as Leia was courted by all manners of society the moment the two of you turned of age. You were there for her when she fell for the the hot head nobody, Han Solo. You stood to the side and watched as she lowered herself in society for a man you knew was not good enough for her. You tried to push away all ill feelings towards Solo, chalking your dislike of him to be jealousy as you buried your love for your best friend deeper and deeper into your heart. And as time went on things seemed to go smoothly, you watched from arms length and Leia seemed happy and truly that's all you could ask for, even as you resigned yourself to never marry, to live a life pining for a women you know you could never have, but she was happy and that meant so much more than your own happiness. Then came the announcement, Leia was pregnant and you couldn't help but feel her joy as she came to you the second she knew, sharing the news with a happy smile, as having a family had always been her dream. But things went downhill as apparently a family was not one of his own dreams. As the days grew in number he left Leia alone at home for work trips more and more and rumors spread of him drinking his days away in bars when he was home. Leia kept a brave face, she'd always been the strongest woman you've ever known, but alone with you she cracked, her sadness and frustration spilling from her as you tried to reassure her as she fell into your arms more and more. Until the day Solo disappeared into thin air, no note, no trace of him left, and your heart ached at the resigned air Leia took, still holding herself proudly. The two of you grew closer as you took it upon yourself to look after her as her pregnancy neared its end, taking care of her when the doctor put her on bedrest as things turned. You loved her through actions, never expressing your adoration, but more than content to be by her side, to love her closer than you ever dreamed possible. Then one night as you were sharing a warm meal, she turned to you with a serious but soft tone, "It should have been you, you know? I should have realized the it was you who I truly needed by my side forever. If you would, I would like to rectify this now. Stay. With me, with us. Forever."

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings Pride 2023 Challenge!

✨🌈Happy Pride✨🌈

Masterlist

Let’s celebrate pride together here!!!

Just a few rules first.

No minors. My blog is an 18+ only space and smut is allowed and welcomes so anyone under 18 please do not interact.

Any character/pairing from any fandom is welcome just make sure to incorporate pride and queerness in some way. Reader insert, ocs, ships, anything goes! Queer character, queer reader/oc, both, queer family or friends, have fun with it!

Please properly tag and warn for anything! Smut is welcome and encouraged!

If writing a reader insert, please be inclusive with your writing as to not exclude poc.

Event runs for the whole month of pride so please post between June 1 and 30 and I’ll include everything in the Masterlist at the end of the month!

Tag me and use the hashtag #fawpride2023 so I can see and reblog your works! You don’t have to be following me but I always appreciate new followers and want to make new friends!!

Prompts

Dialogue prompts

“What do you think of my last name with your first name?”

“It’s always been you.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“We’re dead if we get caught but fuck it.”

“You look so beautiful right now and all I want to do is fuck you senseless.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

“Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time.”

“I may be crazy but that don’t make me wrong”

“You did all this for me?”

“As long as I have you, I know it’ll all be ok.”

“Hold me closer”

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Trope prompts

An accidental “I love you” slips out

Fairytale au

Stargazing together

Only one bed

Overhearing you have feelings for them (or vice versa)

Barista/coffee shop au

Idiots to lovers

Showing up at the other’s door unexpectedly

Found family

The italicized oh

Grumpy x sunshine

A hug that lasts just a little bit longer than necessary

Dancing together

A short kiss, pulling away to look in each others eyes, then an explosive passionate deep kiss

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Photo prompts

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[wild-karrde]

Hello beloved Karrde!! 💚

I've been trying to play catch up with everybody's stuff and your weekly FF round ups are always a great way to do that! I've got a couple fic recs for you this week:

@rexxdjarin's Out of Our Element. HOLY SH*T Y'ALL there are no words, truly. Sweet, insanely hot, and Julie knocks it out of the park with another amazing OC and her characterization of Wolffe 🩶

Speaking of our beloved grumpy Commander, @wolffegirlsunite's delicious Wolffe fic Have Your Cake is sure to satisfy your sweet tooth (and a lil something else too 😈) 🍰😋

@thirsty-boba-fett-posts strikes again with another scrumptious fic where our reader gets to experience the best of both worlds with Fennec and Boba 🥵

Continuing the Boba goodness is @kimiheartblade's True Rumors series about her bounty hunter OC Seba Kylac and Boba. There's a lot of love for our favorite daimyo in there and amazing OCs to fall in love with 🥰

Last (but hopefully not least) I want to self-rec my Ex Libris one-shot Idyll! Treat yo self to some sugar baby goodness with Professor Boba y'all, you deserve it 😈

Once again, thank you for all your amazing work with FF Karrde!! 💚

HOLY HECK, ZWEI! THIS IS A GREAT LIST! I've read some of these, and they are SPICY, and I cannot WAIT to dig into the other ones! (Especially Idyll because I LOOOOOOOVED Ex Libris). Thanks so much for sending all of these in as recs!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)