#boba: i ran away from my dad-

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@syn0vial get peer reviewed

I’d like for every Star Wars/clone wars nerd to give me their best bet on what would have happened in the Star Wars universe had Jango Fett not died on Geonosis. Like, what would have happened then, huh?? Tell me, nerd.

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Kesett Modern AU Headcanons:

Boba is the youngest of his fam, with his dad being Jango then goes Cody (married to Obi, both 26), Bly 25 (married to Aayla 25), Ponds 24, Wolffe 22, Fox 22 (married to Quinlan 24), Rex 20, Boba 18 (other clones are 1st cousins)

Cal and Boba were 16 when they met each other

All Mandalorians live in a community, kinda like Arabic Communities, just sprinkled around with Mandalorian Shops nearby and some neighborhoods with large groups of them

They all know each other and talk/gossip, especially about the younger Gen.

Because of this, Boba keeps his social life away from all that

Cal attends the same high school and they share a few classes (that’s how they met)

They both went to a party, got high, and made out/mostly talked in the backyard for several hours

The Monday of school, Boba asked Cal out on a date and they’ve been together ever since

They both really like each other but Boba keeps it a secret from his fam (Cal’s fam knows and have met Boba)

They are able to keep it a secret for a long time with the help of their friends

Bobas family have met Cal but under the pretense of being friends

At first they kept it a secret because they didn’t know how serious they were. When they were ready, it was hard to bring it up

Cal is adopted by Jaro Tapal, who isn’t home during the week due to work, but he is home on weekends

Boba and Cal are eventually caught by Bossk, Boba’s other father (not in a relationship with Jango but Jango needed help and Bossk was there a lot)

Boba and Cal were kissing outside of the school at the end of the day and Bossk went to pick Boba up (Boba’s car was being borrowed by Wolffe) and Bossk came too early

Bossk is like ‘okay why do I care’ and doesn’t tell anyone bc he thinks Boba’s panicked face is funny

Bossk’s condition for keeping it a secret is that he gets to be there when Boba tells everyone

It ends up during a large family party (a lot of relatives are there, not his brothers spouses, just his brothers), one of Boba’s cousins who hates Boba asked about Boba’s boyfriend at the table, like everyone knew

He pretended to be shocked that Boba hadn’t told anyone (he eavesdropped on them talking about dates and sneaking out)

You could hear a pin drop

It was quickly a brawl between the two, with Boba winning via breaking his nose

He ran out with his brothers clamoring after him, stopping when his father came into the yard and yelled at them

Boba ended up at Cal’s place, spending the night there

Both of them went over the next day, to introduce Cal quietly

Unfortunately, all his brothers and their partners were still there so it was more

Boba walks in and calls for his dad, everyone peaks out to see them, Cal pales and tries to walk out, Jango seats them all away and talks to the boys outside

it goes pretty well, Jango likes Cal but doesn't give him the shovel talk because Cal already looks like he's about to keel over and die

Jango doesn't pity him enough to save him from his children and has Cal go inside while talking to Boba outside

Cal looks traumatized after that and has yet to say a word without seeming like it was under duress

The whole night goes well but no one really *knows* anything about cal by the end of it

Fett Fam: we aren’t that intimidating, whys he so afraid? Cal: *inside his head* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but also Boba asked me to be here so imma do my best :D but also AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It isn’t until a few more meetings that they actually start to get to know him

Unfortunately, due to his fam knowing, Boba and Cal are more limited in their dates (and other more intimate activities, tho no one knows about this)

Bad to worse when a month or so later Rex walks in on them making out that’s more bordering on having sex with clothes on

Cue the ‘use protection talk’ that turns into ‘you’ve been doing this how long’ to ‘my baby brother is innocent and is a baby!’

So now they are limited to any fun activities outside of either home which has caused problems but they deal

Cal has a chance to meet the Fett family spouses during a family dinner turned storm hideout for the weekend

It was raining hard and supposed to be bad but as dinner continued the power went out and the streets were undrivable so no one could get home

Cal bonded surprisingly well with Aayla Obiwan and Quinlan and they eased him about being a part of the family

Despite being introduced to both families, they keep it rather private and just between them

A few weeks before leaving for college, both families decide to have a whole get together to meet (though Boba limited them to just his direct family, no cousins or aunts/uncles)

Cal and Boba are nervous but Jaro and Jango do the ‘dad’ thing and talk shop about whatever dads talk about and that eases everyone

To no one surprise, they get married after college and move into an apartment an hour from Jango’s home

They use Mandalorian traditions for the wedding, gifting knives, the vows, and exchange arm cuffs worn on the upper arm (instead of the vambrance, a modern substitute. Cal gets a set of armor later.)

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ADVENTURES WITH CHEESE EXTENDED EDITION PT 9

As soon as I saw Cheese I ran to him and scooped him into my arms. Cheese made an annoyed noise and wiggled, but I held firm.

“You had me worried to death! How could you do that to me!” I chastised in a cutesy baby voice. Cheese looked away, uncaring about the agony he caused me and the years of my life he took from me.

Beside me Chan gave Felix a hug clapping his back loudly. “Thank you so much man! We have been looking everywhere!”

Felix laughed uncomfortably. “No problem. I didn’t even recognize him; it’s been so long.”

“And he doesn’t like you because you scared his mother.” Lino put in as he came over to scratch Cheese behind his ear.

“That too.”

“This more than makes up for that. Seriously, thank you, Felix.” I added giving the man a relieved smile.

“You are such a naughty, naughty boy! You had daddy and mommy scared.” Lino lectured Cheese, who again was uncaring and just wanted to be put down.

A new person walked into the room with a wide smile on his face. “Apparently, he likes scaring people. He nearly had me jumping out of my skin hiding on the black rug and blending in.”

“This is Jisung, one of my roommates.” Felix introduced the new man. I nodded and smiled at him.

Chan chuckled. “Yeah, I changed my blankets because he blended in to well with my old ones. I kept sitting on him on accident.”

I jumped slightly as there was frantic pounding on the door. Jisung opened it to let in Bin and Hyune who looked like they ran all the way here from my old apartment. They immediately zeroed in on the cat in my arms.

Later on, that night as we all ate dinner (I hadn’t eaten all day and when Chan found out he scolded me like a dad for ten minutes) Lino brought up putting a chip in Cheese.

I shrugged. “Honestly it never occurred to me to do that. But it’s a good idea since he has gotten out twice now. And with you guys taking him on trips and crap.”

Lino looked relieved. “Exactly. And if this should ever happen again, we can find him right away.”

“Plus, I am going to take him to the vet anyways to get him checked over for injuries. I can just have them put the chip in then.” It would be a weight off my chest knowing that we had a very good chance of getting Cheese back right away if he escaped again. And most places have chip scanners now so if some nice person took him to a vet or animal shelter, they would be able to contact me.

I smirked at Bin. He had spent almost every second doing little things for me and Cheese to ease his guilt. I kept telling him it wasn’t necessary, but hell if he would listen to me. Instead, he actually let Cheese on his bed and made me my favorite snack before bed.

Cheese scratched at the door again mewing pitifully before turning his big boba eyes on me. “Nuh uh, mister. You aren’t going to cute your way out of this one. We are almost done then we can go home.” I reached a handout to offer pets, but Cheese ignored it, meowing loudly at the door again.

Cheese was so mad at me he slept with Chan for 3 days. But at least I knew that I could find him now and that he was okay and healthy.

Now the Chan Clan was gone for 2 weeks on a business trip, and I had the apartment all to myself. It was too quiet. I was used to there being noise always coming from somewhere.

I was used to being able to talk to one of them or show them a stupid video or meme I found of them that would make them laugh or blush. It was one of my favorite past times now. But it was lonely in this apartment without them.

I had spent a whole day distracting myself by cleaning everything I could get my hands on. Right down to washing and sanitizing Cheeses toys and putting his cloth toys and blankets in the washer. I even went through my dresser and filled a garbage bag full of clothes to donate.

Now everything was spotless and the whole apartment smelled like cleaning supplies, but I had nothing to do. Anytime I started to watch tv I would get to a part that I wanted to show one of the boys and remember again that they weren’t there. And a lot of shows I was watching with them, and I couldn’t watch without them here. That ruins all the fun.

Even cat movie Friday was a bummer. I watched the first movie I found that mentioned a cat. Turns out it was about a cat who was abandoned and spent the rest of the movie searching for his loved ones. I was sobbing the entire time.

My phone rang early the next morning with a video call from Lino.

“Melluh.” I mumbled still half asleep.

“I told you she would still be in bed.” Bins tiny voice came over the line and I opened my eyes in confusion.

All 4 of my boys were on the tiny screen of my phone. Squished together so they could all fit into the frame but looking happy enough. I sat up and rubbed my eyes trying to wake up. “S’okay. How are you? I miss you.” I mumbled.

“We miss you too, y/nnie!” Bin said way too loudly making me flinch slightly.

Hyune squinted and leaned closer to the phone. “You look puffy.”

“Gee, thanks oh so much. You look great. Like usual.” I rolled my eyes.

Hyune ignored me. “Have you been crying?”

This got everyone’s attention and they all suddenly looked very concerned. I waved their concerns away shaking my head. “Yeah. I watched a sad movie last night. It got me right in the feels.”

“You watched a sad movie for cat movie Friday? Why?”

I swear. “I didn’t do it on purpose! I just chose one at random and it happened to be sad. And then I couldn’t just stop watching because then I wouldn’t know what happened and it would bother the hell out of me!”

“Whatever, who cares. Where’s Cheese?” Lino asked. I glared at him. I know he cared about me, but sometimes his words did hurt a little.

“I’m hanging up.” I announced.

“No, wait, I’m sorry! It is good to see you too, just I need my fix of Cheese too, you know.” Lino was quick to back step.

I sighed at moved so Cheese was in the frame too. He was sleeping peacefully on the empty side of my bed, one of his blankets curled around him like a nest and him nestled inside nice and toasty warm.

There were 3 collective ‘awwwws’ which made Cheese crack an eye open before stretching out his front paws and yawning.

I did have to admit I saved the video and all the photos I could of the kitten interview on my phone. They were truly adorable and the interactions with them were funny as hell. Chan was such a little baby when it came to their sharp claws. And Lino was just chilling there like an expert cat whisperer playing with them and keeping them calm in his arms.

You would think Chan would be in better practice in dealing with cats now that he has lived with Cheese for so long, but apparently not. And Hyune was really about to love all Cheese privileges if he says one more thing about dogs being better than cats. That’s a crime in this house. And I will not stand for it!

A/N: Cheese is back home from his wandering! Now we can get back into his more fun shenanigans!

I hope you enjoyed and as always thank you for any and all interactions

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AHHH LUKE X THUMBS BY LUCY DACUS 😍

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a/n : i return.

pairing : luke castellan x reader

summary : you hated hermes almost more than luke. to the point that you’d kill him.

!!! : erm i hope u like this.. i didnt proofread this im sorry pookies. 😞

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bound to him by blood, connected by pure coincidence. luke tried to forget it, tried to find his family instead of just having one.

only a fool would deny that luke was stuck in his fathers palm despite his dad being everywhere but where he was needed most. every single thought that ran through lukes head was the way his father probably laughed without him, smiled without him and was content without him. luke knew that he had other demi-god kids and they needed hermes as much as luke had, and yes it was selfish, but gods did he want to kill his dad.

bitterness rolls off of lukes tongue as the iris message fades, a sour frown imprinted onto his features. you push the door open to the hermes cabin and you walk to stand beside luke. your hand grabs onto his arm gently and his expression softens.

“what’s wrong?”

“my dads around in long island, he wants to meet.” the last word of that sentence ends with a hard and exagerated t.

“you don’t have to go and see him luke.”

lukes eyes meet yours as you move to stand infront of him. he opens his mouth, words ache to be released but nothing releases for a moment and only an exhale escapes.

“i’m going to.” he nods, he face turns away from you to miss the way your face contorts into a slight confused and worried lour.

you two go back and fourth. your trying to convince him to leave his dad in the dark, get him back for all the years he didnt talk to him. but luke, he couldn’t. for some reason there was this feeling inside of him to go, and eventually he convinced you to go with him to a nearby diner and sit down with his dad.

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you both, hand in hand, walk into the small retro-style café. you see hermes sat in a booth waiting for his son. rain poured outside, making the sign on the roof glow throughout the night.

you watched as luke made eye contact with his dad, the way his lip twitched into a frown, the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly and how fucking badly he wanted to stand there and shout. but he didn’t. he walked over, calm and collected to his father and he sat across from him.

it disgusted you. rage filled up into your bones and the marrow in your bones seemingly hardened at the very sight of lukes father. it was enraging the way spoke, “you look great luke”. hermés smiles.

all luke can muster up is a grunt in reply and a squeeze to your palm. 8 years he had been gone, 8 years of no sight of him, not even a 50c birthday card. pure radiosilence.

you would kill hermés if you could.

you imagined doing it, getting back at him for all the pain he caused luke. your parents wouldn’t approve and zeus would the gods smite you down. but you would still do it.

lukes nails dug into the fabric of your jeans above your knee and you tried to keep your expression neutral but you seethed. you could feel how it affected luke despite the way his lips curled into a soft smile.

anger fell from your shoulders around you and you could feel the fire crawl up your back infecting you with its fury. it infuriated you how similar they looked, the way their eyes glimmered the same way under the lights. you hated the way hermes looked like luke, or maybe how luke looked like hermes. you thought about how your thumbs would press into the irises of the gods eyes until they bursted like those pearls you get in boba.

lukes eyes softened in a sad way, his brown eyes finding the table more interesting than his father infront of him and you can tell, your heart can tell how badly he hated it. you let out an ahem sound and they both look to you, “we ought to get going, its quite late and i imagine you have much work to do.” you stand from your seat and you pull luke up with you.

“let me give you both a lift home.”

“no it’s quite alright.”

you both walk, a tad bit too quickly, out the door. luke could just feel hermes’ gaze on the back of his head like a shadow almost. your hand slips into luke’s and you lead him in the wrong direction of camp, to try and lose the god. (you can never really lose them.)

your mind couldn’t stop thinking about it, how you would tear down all of olympus for luke. how you would kill a god for him. you didn’t really understand how luke kept nodding along and smiling slightly at hermes’ words. how the gods words didn’t seep into his blood and his bones making him feel furious like they did to you.

you would kill hermes if luke let you, quick and easy. you remembered how his nails dug into your knee, how his smile never faltered. you would kill him if he let you, dig your nails into the bulbs in his eye sockets and make sure luke and his siblings are the only ones to ever wear the same ones.

“your bound to him by pure coincidence. its all relative. you don’t owe him shit even if he said you did.” you say to luke, your eyes glancing up to his face for a moment and you catch the way a tear rolls down his cheek. your hands reach towards him, cupping the sides of his face your thumbs brushing at the wet trails on his cheeks.

“you don’t owe him shit even if he said you did.”

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[ghostherlig]

i am very slow with writing atm with being sick and also my wrists are starting to hurt more now that it's getting colder- but here's some silly goofy random headcanons while im recovering!! (for johnny, kenshi, raiden, and kung lao) under the cut bc this really ran away from me- (collected over the course of this entire day as things popped into my brain, i apologize for the mass of words you're about to read :'))

johnny can play piano!! he has a grand piano that he really loves and he plays anything from classical to ost's to his own little tunes whenever he thinks them up- he has a recorder attached to it so he can remember them or maybe post his own song one day

(based off the previous hc) if/when kenshi is over/moves in he'll play at night and let kenshi listen in- but randomly johnny will transition what he's playing into the jaws or michael meyers theme and that's kenshi's cue to start running- because now the house is in hide and seek mode, and as soon as johnny stops playing, he'll be searching

kenshi used to play the violin growing up, but he dropped it once he was old enough and competent enough to commit himself to the yakuza- he can still remember some of the songs he used to love to play. he hums them from time to time and has been caught doing the motions of playing the violin before

kenshi loves animals but has an extra soft spot for cats and bunnies especially- he's a cat magnet in places where strays are common, they always flock to him (he for sure keeps catnip in his pocket when he can)

johnny loves his action and hero films but kenshi enjoys romcoms and horror- romcoms for the stories and drama, and horror films because the sound design usually slaps- he also can tell you what fruit or vegetable was absolutely destroyed based on the sounds alone

lao and raiden are way too good at Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes- raiden is on the manual while lao is on the bomb and they can crack the normal mode in like 45 minutes (they're a little slower when they swap places but they can still do it impressively fast (fastest speedrun time is sub 30mins)

johnny knows how to play mahjong after taking a role and having to play on-screen for five minutes- he wanted it to look authentic and thought "there's no better way than to actually play"- raiden and lao found out and now they're all trying to teach kenshi with specially made tiles with braille in the corners

kenshi is ridiculously good at poker- he brought a deck of cards with braille stamped on them and him and johnny played strip poker for a night- needless to say kenshi was smirking to himself as he switched his button up for johnny's

johnny can do pitch and diction perfect impressions of people he's heard talk for long periods of time- you can bet that a lot of his free time at wu shi was spent scaring his fellow champions by talking to them in liu kang's voice from behind a wall-

(based off the last hc) johnny only does it around people he knows well or as a party trick with different characters from pop culture- most often his power is used for evil though

raiden isn't a morning person and actually is super groggy in the mornings- the first thing he does on early days is take a cold shower to wake himself up

(based off the last hc) lao is a morning person and is usually the one to wake up raiden by ripping his blankets off of him- he's lucky he has survived this long, but he tells everyone that if looks could kill, raiden would have killed him long before he made it to wu shi

we all know kung lao eats for a family of five, but that man also naps like a divorced dad after an all you can eat buffet- he is OUT after he's done absolutely fucking up like five full plates of food

raiden really likes boba!! kenshi took him to get some after an errand run and he fell in love with the taro flavor- he also really enjoys winter melon and the regular thai tea

johnny always gets his boba with coffee- he doesnt really like tea flavors and no matter how many sips of kenshi's tea he has, he will always prefer his coffee

kenshi bought johnny a really nice espresso machine that he uses every morning- johnny didnt buy himself one before that bc he never thought he would enjoy making coffee at home and it was easier to just stop by the local cafe since they always had his order ready early- but he finds it really calming and really nice to slow his mornings down and make a latte before leaving for work

johnny, to return the gesture, bought kenshi a really nice kitchen knife since he knows the man really likes to cook- it sees a lot of use as it's a santoku that he basically uses like a chef's knife (it's his sharpest and most well treated kitchen tool, right next to his 8 inch cast iron)

kung lao owns maybe three articles of clothing with sleeves- all of them are coats for when it rains- oh and one hoodie that he stole from raiden that somehow survived when he went into his wardrobe and cut and hemmed all of the sleeves

when kenshi visits, johnny makes him coffee in the morning too but since kenshi doesnt always like the bitter coffee flavor he'll add some fun home made syrups- he has plain vanilla, but also has seasonal flavors like pumpkin spice, snickerdoodle, sugar cookie, white mocha, peppermint, etc.

kenshi LOVES mint chocolate flavored things- he especially loves the kitkat flavor and the pocky flavor, as well as ice cream- johnny CANNOT stand it, he's never liked mint outside of gum and even then he prefers cinnamon or clove gum (the first time kenshi kissed him he was confused bc he tasted like spices)

johnny keeps a jar of butterscotch candies on his desk for when he needs to brainstorm ideas- he finds he thinks better when his mouth is occupied (oral fixation haver)

(based off the previous hc) kenshi bought him some violet (the flower) flavored candy after he found out johnny always kept a stash- he also will refill the giant glass jar with butterscotch candies when he knows johnny is busy and will forget

(also based off the candy hc) lao and raiden also buy him hard candies- they get him ginger and lemon ones that johnny falls in love with immediately- he has two jars on his desk now, one for butterscotch and one for ginger

raiden really likes sketching and coloring- lao bought him one of those adult coloring books with mandalas and really intricate shapes and raiden finished all of it in like two weeks- he used to sketch in his free time and has an entire sketchbook dedicated to drawings of lao and his features (a lot of his arms, hands, eyes, and smile) it's hidden under his mattress

kung lao shaves his own undercut when it gets too long- normally cant let it grow out for longer than two or three weeks. sometimes, raiden will offer to do it for him so they can spend a bit of time together and just talk and be close <3

johnny definitely really enjoys washing kenshi's hair- johnny has a bit of a curl to some of his hair but he never uses the products he's supposed to or the methods he's supposed to when it dries- so it's pretty straight, but kenshi's is pin straight and doesnt tangle the way his does sometimes, so he really loves running his hands through it and has even convinced kenshi a few times to sit so johnny could put coconut oil in it for him

johnny loves coconut flavored things and purposefully buys ice cream bars that have coconut cream based ice cream- kenshi was unaware of this and was offered one and said yes thinking that it was vanilla- kenshi does not like coconut, so it was a very sudden and unpleasant surprise

kenshi cuts fruits as his way of showing love very often- he washes and cuts fruits for himself when he's stressed but preps it for others out of love and will often take apple slices, peeled oranges, cut melon (of any kind), or strawberries and grapes up to johnny's in-home office while he's working

johnny buys kenshi small gifts year round and goes crazy for the holidays and his birthday- he asked kenshi how he would feel if johnny bought him (technically them) a house back in japan- kenshi drew his line in the sand and capped johnny's gift prices at $2k per holiday/birthday (which he had broken before)

raiden keeps taxidermy bugs!! he always loved butterflies as a kid and his first framed butterfly was a gift from lao

please excuse any typos, it's later in the day now and my eyes are a little strained- i hope this was comprehensible, lol

[cc-cobalt-1043]

Barbecue:

One summer evening on Pabu The bad batch were heading to Shep's house, he was hosting a barbecue and had invited everyone.

The kids were practically pulling the adults along in their excitement.

"Cmon dad, we've been walking forever." Joey whined giving Cobalt an almighty tug forward.

"We've been walking for two minutes bud." Cobalt said as he was almost pulled off his feet.

"Yeah, forever, we're gonna be late at this rate." Joey said.

"Relax Joey, we won't." Cobalt said.

Just minutes later they arrived at Shep's where the man greeted them with one of his signature smiles.

"Hello friends, glad you could make it." He said.

Shep looked to the kids.

"Lyana is in the backyard if you want to see here." He added.

Shep quickly stood aside as the kids and Batcher charged through the door.

Laughing heartily the adults followed through the door and went into the garden where the kids and Lyana were already engrossed in conversation.

Soon Wrecker and Shep had gotten the barbecue started and a smoky smell had now enveloped the garden.

Daniel and James were chasing batcher around the garden, Boba, Zander and Rowan were talking with Mox, Stak and Deke about different ships they had seen and flown and Omega, Kordi, Cynthia and Lyana were sitting together having a whispered the silence interrupted by their frequent giggles.

Other guests soon arrived including Rex and several clones from the rebellion, Riyo Chuchi, Emerie, Phee and to everyone's surprise Rampart along with Jax, Sami and Eva.

"Hello Edmon, glad to see you." Shep said.

"It's a pleasure Shep." Rampart nodded before going and sitting next to Emerie while Jax, Sami and Eva went to the other kids.

Soon Shep, Wrecker and Gregor announced that dinner was ready and the kids eagerly ran over, even batcher and Lucky got a plate of food each. After the kids had been served the adults got their share of food and everyone dug in.

"Good as ever Gregor, you continue to impress." Rex said after a mouthful of fried porg.

"Oh Rex you honey dripper Gregor giggled pretending to blush.

Rampart took a bite of a pirg wing and he suddenly started gasping for breath.

"...To hot.." He gasped out.

Crosshair handed him a bottle from the cooler which Rampart took a large drink from.

"Can't handle your spices Edmon." Crosshair teased.

"Usually I can, but that was spicy even by my standards." Rampart said.

"Sorry about that, that must have been one of my fireball wings." Fireball piped up.

"What's the difference?" Rampart asked.

"They're much spicier than normal porg wings, that's how I got my name, cause I love spicy food." Fireball said.

"I see." Rampart nodded taking another drink of water.

Daniel was typing away on his tablet while chewing away at a pork chop with a healthy amount of apple suacce on it.

Nemec sat down next to him.

"Whatcha working on Danny?" He asked.

Daniel swallowed his food and wiped some sauce off his chin before awnsering.

"My own starfighter, I'm hoping to build it one day, once I'm old enough to do so anyways." Daniel said.

"Can I see?" Nemec asked curiously.

Dan nodded and passed Nemec the tablet.

Nemec whistled impressed.

"That's a nice looking fighter, I'd hate to be on the wrong end of that." Nemec said.

Daniel nodded his thanks blushing slightly with pride.

Sunset was approaching and by now the younger kids were getting tuckered out.

Sami, James, Lyana and Omega were passed out against Batcher who was curled up on the grass.

Eva had crawled onto Rampart's lap half an hour ago and was out cold, head resting against her adoptive father's chest.

Rampart was chatting with Martha along with Daniel who was fast asleep on his mother's lap similar to Eva.

Cynthia and Katie were chatting, about something funny, the two giggling on occasion.

Boba, Jax, Zander and the triplets were huddled together talking in low voices while nearby Kordi read a book with Rowan lying across her lap fast asleep.

Meanwhile Tech and Phee reatreted too the roof where the two watched the setting sun.

"It really is beautiful isn't it?" Phee asked.

"It most certainly is." Tech nodded in agreement.

The two shared a kiss together as the sun set and the others had fun.

[bridgyrose]

Taiyang: a character analysis

Taiyang is a more complicated character than I think a lot of people in the fandom want to admit. And a lot of that comes from the little that we know about him and how he raised his daughters.

For instance, our first real intro to who Taiyang was in Yang and Ruby’s life was in Yang’s speech in Burning the Candle.

Yang: Ruby and I grew up in Patch, an island off the coast of Vale. Our parents were Huntsmen. Our dad taught at Signal, and our mom took on missions around the kingdom. Her name was Summer Rose, and she was, like... Super-Mom: Baker of cookies and slayer of giant monsters. And then... one day she left for a mission and never came back. (looks down as she says this, and Blake looks sorry for her) It was tough. Ruby was really torn up, but... I think she was still too young to really get what was going on, y'know? And my dad just kind of... shut down. It wasn't long before I learned why. Summer wasn't the first love he lost; she was the second. The first... was my mom. (Blake looks amazed at this information as Yang keeps talking) He wouldn't tell me everything, but I learned that the two of them had been on a team together with Summer and Qrow, and that she'd left me with him right after I was born. No one had seen her since.

In all of this, we find out a few things about him. The first, he had lost two wives, one that ran out on him and the other disappeared on a mission. And because of that, we also know he fell into depression. The second thing we learn was that he did shut down because of it. We don't exactly know what all that means, but it's a pretty safe bet that he was there, present, and still taking care of Ruby and Yang, but clearly just a shell of who he had been.

After that, we dont really find much else out until he sent Zwei to Ruby and Yang, doing it in a way that seemed pretty normal to how he does with everything Zwei could need. And even at that, there's still not much.

Then in volume 3, we learn a bit more about him through Ruby. He's still teaching at Signal, still taking missions, he presumably taught Yang to fight since Ruby specifically mentioned that he taught Yang a lot... basically giving a rundown that he's been there for them. And once we actually meet him, he's there for his daughters again, concerned about them.

Ruby had been in a coma for a while, he had checked on Yang and gave her space to give her time to let herself catch up to her new situation... and for the most part, he ends up protective if his daughters. He's glad their home, he glosses over what happened at Beacon in hopes to keep Ruby out of trouble, and isn't exactly happy to be pulled away from Ruby so Qrow could try to explain everything. Even when Ruby left, he became worried about her safety and rushed off to find her, unable to stop her.

And things get even more muddled as we see him in volume 4. He's still there for Yang, presumably helping out where he can with Vale, but still there for his daughter. So much so that he had wanted to go out of his way to get Yang a combat prosthetic and was glad that Ironwood beat him to it, even if Yang wasn't exactly happy about it. He's able to joke with Yang once she's feeling a little better, still worries about Ruby bit acknowledges he can't leave to be there for Yang, and starts helping Yang with training again once she uses her prosthetic.

What really muddies everything for him is how little we actually know about how things were when Taiyang was raising Ruby and Yang. We get from Yang that she had pick up the pieces and raised Ruby, but we never get much more out of her about it. And despite all of that, Taiyang still seemed to be present enough to care about them, read to them, take them out to Boba, and was there every step of the way with them growing up.

Even with the misteps, (Yang running off with Ruby, the advice he gave Yang (still good advice but definitely not what she needed to hear at the time), hiding bits of the past to keep away from them..) he still managed to be there and despite Yang and Ruby acknowledging a lot of the hurt they felt, he still has a good relationship with them.

I know this is probably going to be kicking a hornet's nest, and this definitely isn't meant to change anyone's views, but it needs to be laid out that a lot of Ruby’s and Yang’s homelife is a puzzle missing a lot of pieces. Maybe one day we'll get the full story, but until then, I think it's safe to say that Taiyang was an okay father dealt a really shitty hard, unintentionally hurt his daughters, but raised them the best he could given the situation.

[frecklenog]

watching um actually and i’m autistic and i cant’t contain myself sorry. um actually the slave one is actually called the slave one because it’s the first of — i believe — only six ever made, and it’s also the only one left. boba stole it from the parking lot on geonosis immediately after his father’s death at the hands of mace windu, went back to kamino, killed his dad’s pet eel, talked to a robot librarian, ran away forever, and promptly lost the ship on a seedy backwater planet where he was looking for work or supplies or a contact or something and had to get it back in the book the fight to survive, which is part of the legends canon — but to my knowledge does not contradict disney canon.

[minniethemoocherda]

Sins of the Past: Child Support

Summery:  A collection of drabbles set in my modern au where the Bad Batch raise Omega after rescuing her from the abusive hands of their mother. In this chapter, Hunter asks Omega if she would like to meet their father. 

A/N:  Hi! Sorry I haven't updated this fic as often as I intended. But I hope this new chapter makes up for it! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

Jango had surprisingly agreed to the child support without any fuss. Getting proof of the backlog that the man owed to Ninety-Nine would've been near impossible, without the help of Hera's Mum Elani who had offered her skills as a lawyer

Jango had even offered up some of the money needed for Tech to go to college if he so wished. Hunter knew that Jango had done well enough when Rex and and rest of his half brothers had grown up under his roof, but they'd never been rich. So how and where Jango had gotten a hold that much money in the time since he'd ran off, Hunter had no idea and frankly wasn't sure if he wanted to. At the end of the day, if it could be used to give his siblings the future they deserved, he didn't care where it had come from.

At least that was what Hunter kept telling himself anyways.

Hunter had been of half a mind to halt his pursuit of support when Elani told him that if Jango paid up then then the man would in all likelihood be allowed visitation rights to Omega.

Hunter was under no illusions that Jango had been a shit Dad to to him and his brothers, both half and full. A part of him wanted to shield Omega away from him forever, child support be damned. But he couldn't deny that whatever her had been to them, Jango had clearly been a good father to Boba. Maybe he really had changed.

Plus, growing up, all Hunter had ever wanted was to meet his Dad. Sometimes even imagining that he would be the one to eventually rescue them. Of course that was before he realised what a piece of shit Jango was. Still, he would hate himself if were to deny Omega the dream he'd never had.

Which was why they were currently at Dex's diner.

Cody had introudced them to the place after learning from it through Obi-Wan of course, who himself knew Dex through Qui-Gon (and Hunter was pretty sure Dex used to be Qui-Gon's dealer).

The diner was relatively quiet for a Thursday evening and the pair were currently situated in the corner both in the back.  

Omega was happily munching away on Dex's infamous burgers of mystery meat between sips of her knickerbocker glory milkshake.

"Careful." Hunter chastised gently as she spilled sauce on her shirt.

Omega pretended to bat Hunter's hand away as he dabbed the dollop off her t-shirt with a napkin.

It one of her favourite shirts. It was also a hand-me-down from Wrecker that was ten sizes too big for her. As Hunter leaned back to check he had missed a spot, he realised that her jacket which Hunter had only bought at the start of the school year, was already too short on her rapidly growing body.

Compared to the sterile white gowns Nala made them war, the second hand clothes Ninety-Nine had given the boys When they'd come to live with them had made them feel like royalty. Until the other kids at school had beat the feeling out of them.

All Hunter wanted was for Omega to not have to go through all the shit that they had.

So before he could talk himself out of it, Hunter opened his big mouth.

"Omega I need to tell you something."

Omega froze. She'd just been about to take another sip of her milkshake but there must've been something in Hunter's tone that gave away that it was something serious.

"Do you remember how I once told you that Jango Fett was our father?" Hunter continued.

Omega nodded, her brow creased in confusion.

"Well, he reached out to me. He wants to meet you. Properly."

"Oh." Was all Omega said in reply. It wasn't negative, it wasn't positive just an oh. Hunter wasn't sure what to make of her reaction so he just ploughed ahead.

"Yeah. He wants to chance to get to know you. You guys can talk and I'm sure he'll take you to all sorts of fun days out. You can even stay the night at his if you want?"

Omega went impossibly still. Her back as straight as a ruler and her hands posed around her drink like a doll.

"Of course if you don't want to met him at all that's okay too! I won't let him within an inch of you if that's what you want!" Hunter word vomited, in his panic that he'd upset her.

Omega didn't say a word for what could've only been a minute but felt like an hour.

"Do you not want me anymore?"

Her voice was so small that even in their quiet seclusion, Hunter wasn't sure if he had heard her. But what he did hear broke his heart.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you asked if I wanted to stay with Jango."

Hunter fought back a sigh. He knew he'd screw this up. Crosshair had told him that even entertaining the idea of Jango seeing her was a colossal fuck up in the first place. And even Echo had warned him, albeit in a more gentle manner that he should be wary of what Omega's reaction could be.

Having failed to heed his words before, Hunter took Echo's thoughts into action now, placing an arm around Omega so that he could hold her in a one armed hug, but loose enough so that she could leave if she wanted. A move he had seen Echo use many times before.

"Omega, of course I want you to stay with us. But I love you. Which means that what I want more than anything else in this world, is for you to be happy. So whatever decision you make will bring me happiness."

After a moment, a felt Omega lean into the hug beside him. Her blond hair tickling his chin as she lay her head on his shoulder.

"I... I think I'd like to meet him, if that's alright?" She asked, tilting her head so that he could see the glimmer of hope and uncertainty in her familiar brown eyes.

"Yeah, that's alright." Hunter told her, stroking a hand through her hair.

"And I can change my mind?"

"Any time you want."

"And I can get an oreo brownie for desert?" Omega asked, a sneaky smile returning to her face.

As usual Hunter allowed himself to be wrapped around her little finger.

"Just this once."

He called for Dex over her cheers of glee to bring them a round of chocolate sundaes. As Omega wolfed hers down the smile now fully returned to her face, Hunter wonder whether or not he'd made the right choice.

[ceaselessbasher]

My thoughts of how the universe of the Star Wars sequels would make sense go from mild to spicy to extra spicy and I'm very often thinking about the last one.

Mild: The main three should've continued being the main three, not Rey and the other two guys. Finn should've gotten a satisfying arc, maybe with some Jedi stuff, and Poe should've been a whole new character like he started out being, not Han Solo 2.0. Rey should've been a child of nobodies from nowhere. Fine, I'll let you keep your bitchass Luke that barely makes sense.

Spicy: Finn should've absolutely gotten a Jedi arc, in his own way. Absolutely no weird, poorly written Re*y*lo allowed. What the fuck was that. I wish I had more to say about Poe but his Han-Solo-fication sucked away so much character that I can't say what I want developed, but something sure should've been developed. If you even try, try, to look at my specialest boy, who looked at his father in his worst moments and said he believed there was still good at him, if you go anywhere near him with your "one thing went wrong and he panicked and ran", I will destroy you.

Extra spicy: ok so the "real" sequels want a world where the generational trauma is never broken and I say fuuuuck you to that. We're taking this by pieces and then putting them all together. Starting with this one thing I read once in a fic and is now canon in my heart, Boba adopts Finn from a young age. How?, you ask. By intercepting an early-stages First Order child-kidnap-inator, please save your questions for the end. Give me a Finn that trades stormtrooper armor for first-rate inherited Mandalorian armor. Give me Finn Fett with both a lightsaber and several other types of weapons on his belt.

Okay okay next step. Rey? No, I'll fucking get there when I get there. Kylo. But he's not Kylo, obviously. This is a Ben Solo that went to Jedi school with a Luke that makes sense. So is he an amazing and kind Jedi? Of course not. The fact that this boy has problems doesn't have to change. But again, this is not a boy that was taught by the old ways, Luke is not Yoda or (sorry king) Obi Wan who ignore red flags left and right (WE ARE BREAKING THE GODDAMN GENERATIONAL TRAUMA). Being a Luke that makes sense means that he is also a Luke that doesn't shun Grogu for loving his dad. So this is also a Ben who gets to interact with Mandalorian culture, not just Jedi culture, who has a chance to compare and contrast both and realize that he is not made for the one his family tradition dictates. He has a different sort of temper and passion that never mix well with the Force and that Jedi's have been historically shit at training. But not Mandalorians. That shit flies wonders with them. Yes, you've guessed it, Mando Ben, for me fixing the sequels is also the mandorification of the sequels. But I have to clarify that he is not a Jedi-Mando like Finn, he breaks away from that fully, and he can keep the black palette and maybe a similar helmet because that would be funny in a fourth-wall, sequel redo way.

And now, Rey. I don't have a lot to say about Rey because, again, she's a nobody, and I say this with a lot of affection and with a kiss on the forehead. And also, because taking away the layers of bullshit, it become what it appeared to be at first. She was born in the middle of nowhere, the cruelty of the First Order left her orphaned, and she had to fend off for herself for a while until her Force-sensitiveness got her involved in Plot. That's it. Also if they want Din and Luke can adopt her.

And for your final question, uhhhh what's the conflict now? That's super fucking easy, it's what it always is, it's imperialism. You think those bastards are not there just cause Kylo, Lord Emo Boy Puppet, isn't there?

[jedi-master-iris93]

Jang x oc 2

I havent told him yet. Its been three days after the exam. The day I was going to tell him Obi-Wan came to visit. He recognized me right away. He is my ex and the reason the order kicked me out. "Iris what are you doing her? How have you been?" He asked going to hug me when I force pushed him back. "I am here with my husband and son. I am doing well why are you here?" I said staring him down.

"There was an assassination attempt on Padme. I have reason to believe they are here on Kamino." He said crossing his arms. "The spoild brat sill has people after her. Well now can't say I'm surprised *laughs*" his eyes narrow at me. "I see exile has sharpened your tongue." This made me look at him. "Lets not forget who put me in exile Obi-Wan." I said before walking away. "I tried to stop them Iris. I still love you as I did the day we met." That shocked me but I can't be with him anymore. "I'm not the same person anymore Obi I'm sorry." I said not looking back. I only called him Obi when I knew something. It was a habit that I thought was kicked. When I entered our apartment Boba hugged me. "Help mommy to the couch." I said as he took my hand. When we sat down Jango came out of the refresher. Boba got up to answer the door. "Mom dad someone is here to see you." I knew who it was. I stood by Jango having an arm around Boba. "So I take it this is your husband and son. My your taste in men has been altered a bit." He had a jealous tone. "Why would you care who she married. Last I checked you people exiled her. She was free to do as she wished." Jango said before kissing me. I think Obi-Wan got the message. He looked sad heartbroken he feels how I felt all those years ago. "Have you recently been to Coruscant? A assassin was force choked befor teling us who sent her to kill Padme. The senator for Naboo." He eyed us skeptically "we have been here on Kamino. Once they have enough DNA we will be moving to a quiet place. We want to raise a family." Jango said calmly. "Well I wish you both the best." He said leaving.

"Boba pack your things. You and your mother get to the ship. " Jang said before looking at me. I knew it wasn't safe here anymore. Boba and I got our things. I opened a wooden box that contained my lightsabers. They were curved hilt. I clip them to my belt. "Mother?" Boba asked concerned. "Lets hope I don't have to use them. Lets go your father is waiting." I said rushing out into the rain. Boba got in the ship and strapped in. I sensed Obi-Wan approach. "Stay here your father will be here soon." I said walking out in the rain to fight Obi-Wan. "Iris please we needn't fight. Turn yourself in make this easy on yourself." He said trying to get me to comply but I couldn't do that. "I told you before Obi. I'm not the same person you threw away." I said igniting my lightsabers both a amethyst color. Obi-Wan ignited his blue lightsaber. We started fighting. I force pushed him away from me. While he was regaining his footing I ran at him with a series of slashes. "Iris please listen to me I know I hurt you. But if you continue with him he will hurt others. This isn't the Jedi way we help people not kill them." He said till he noticed my grey eyes that were at one time green. "I'm no Jedi."

[wordsofapanda]

For the past 48 hours I’ve been running a bit ragged. I started work early yesterday so I could leave halfway through to drive my father and a friend somewhere. Then I went back to work, run a ridiculous amount of errands, take passport photos, cook dinner for myself and my mom and much more. My dad was carpooling with someone so I had to wait until midnight to pick him up. I showed up at his lodge a bit early and with the fluffiest jacket I had, with the intention of waiting for him in his car. When I arrived, there were tons of people so I decided to come out and hang out with them. All of his friends were cute and took care of me. The one white dude in the Filipino group, took me to get food and insisted I eat but as soon as I was about to, I ran into my Haitian uncle. This Haitian dude from Canada who is friends with my dad and wants me to call him uncle. I’m looking tore up but I had to hang out a bit with my Haitian uncle and my dad’s friends. Thank god I drove my dad home because by the time they arrived, he was incredibly car sick. I drove him and his friend home as gently as I possibly could. By the time we reached home, the threw up outside. I spent the next few minutes helping him put away his fancy clothes and sending him off to bed. Then I had to wake up to host a zoom meeting 4/5 hours later. I went to work afterwards and thought it would be a slow day but the opposite happened. Tried to go to sleep as soon as I got home and that didn’t work well. Everyone and their mother was blowing up my phone. Then just when I think I had a moment to myself, my mom asks me to make a floral arrangement for her by using a pumpkin as a vase. That’s my mom so of course I had to. It’s been one thing after another helping my parents and working. Even though I’m exhausted, I’m happy. My dad’s grateful I drove him because he felt super sick and my mom is happy that she has a beautiful pumpkin bouquet ready to gift. I’m happy everyone is taken care of and since I did a bunch for other people, I said fuck it I deserve boba and got it delivered. I am dead but I feel super productive.

[twin-wolves-123]

sometimes, it doesn’t get better

my dad has always been an emotionally immature person who took out his personal issues, depression, and anger on everyone else around him, and as better as that’s gotten over the years, he’s still a self centered, unreasonable asshole who refuses to differentiate his own opinions from fact or listen to others, and today we had an argument that ended with him implying he would disown me

someone I know from college who was actually one of my first friends there gradually seemed to care less and less about hanging out with me, and as much benefit of the doubt as I gave it, eventually we had a conversation where he confessed he didn’t really see us becoming close friends at all, when he had been one of my only friends in school up until that point. it’s been over a year and a half and we haven’t had any actual conversations since besides passing “hey”s

almost my whole high school career i resented the idea of going into computer science because of how pressured into doing so I was by my family and the fact that I didn’t enjoy the bit of programming we’d been forced to learn in a high school program i did. flash forward to college and I’ve taken two semesters of classes preparing to go into the major, not really interested in anything else but not particularly caring about it either and getting rejected from even a summer tech program at my school that was seemingly made for people who couldn’t land internships while the majority of my friends got accepted, to either it or an internship elsewhere

but after that fight my mom and I called about it and she reaffirmed her support regardless of how shitty he is and that was probably for the better since I haven’t talked like that with my mom in a while

and not long after that conversation, when I was so frantic to find anyone willing to befriend me like it was orientation despite it being a semester into the year, i ran into someone at a boba event of a club I wasn’t even a part of who would become one of my best friends today after initially faking extroversion out of desperation, and ended up making a decent amount of other friends through her as well

and as garbage as I felt about all of that i still learned a lot of the basics from class, and over the course of that summer discovered I really enjoyed making pixel art and messing around with game making in unity , game development being something I’d been somewhat interested in toward the later end of high school but didn’t have the skills or motivation to pursue

i guess my point is that, a lot of the time “it” doesn’t and won’t get better no matter how much we want it to change because life just doesn’t work that way

But that should never take away from the fact that theres usually something else other than “it” out there that will BE better than just waiting around and hoping it gets better

I doubt this post contains anything meaningful that people don’t already know and it’s partially fueled by my frustration with the saying “it gets better” which obviously doesn’t mean exactly what I make it out to be here, this was mainly supposed to be cathartic—I lost any ounce of true love/respect I had for my dad years ago but there’s still a strange sadness in the finality that the fantasy of the family we could’ve been will always be just that—but who knows. If anyone happens to stumble across this and is entertained or cheered up or helped any way by what I put here then that’s good enough for me lol

[shewhoeatssand]

I only have one blorbo, but he’s my super blorbo, so I hope you don’t mind if I make a lot of headcanons for him here

Kaneki had a phase when he was about 4 where he was super obsessed with goldfish. He knew all the goldfish facts, how to care for them, etc, and even had a tiny souvenir jacket with a huge goldfish on the back (which he wore everywhere). His father passed away about a week after buying him a tank to set up. He never put any fish in there at the end

If Kaneki’s dad wasn’t so into books and the series was set a few years later, he would’ve ended up chronically online as an alternate escape

When Kaneki was 7 he was pressured into eating chalk

When he was 16 he really into drawing expressive art, but stopped after his aunt found his diary (the art was legitimately terrifying btw, and sometimes came with short vent poems that were equally horrific)

He loves picking people up (not in the sex way) so it’s basically a guarantee that if you are friends with him, you will get the chance to explore a world 3 inches higher than before! But if ANYONE tries to lift him, he gets super panicky regardless of who it is or if he consented and will start to fight them

He hates boba 🧋 but if you give him a chocolate flavored one he might enjoy it…

Speaking of chocolate! He was absolutely a chocolatey boy. There’s 2 giant costco bottles of nutella in Kuroneki’s kitchen cabinets, one of them being already half empty because he’d take great big spoonfuls of it as a snack sometimes. Because he never got to the second bottle, Shironeki brought it with him to his new house as a “comfort item” so now it just sits in the cabinet there with a bunch of random utensils

At 10:48pm on the 11th of June 2011, Ken Kaneki got jumpscared by a huge moth and fell halfway down a short flight of stairs while he was following Hide to a sketchy guy’s apartment, dropping a box full of cards that he was helping transport (??). They call this incident 11/11 (even though it’s really not the same)

During Shironeki’s earlier days, he would get really irritated whenever his victims would start screaming or yelling for help, so his kills were a lot more brutal as a result of his anger and trying to get them to stop. There were a lot more severed heads and objects shoved into throats. After some time he started trying out other ways to keep the noise down since scaring his friends with his barely-hidden rage wasn’t ideal, and eventually settled for earplugs. His buddies will notify him if anyone unwanted shows up

His ghoul shits STINK!!!!!!!!!!!!! And his kakuja shits smell EVEN WORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kaneki is decent at skipping stones

He’d make award-winning fruitcake. The ONE positive trait he inherited from his mother

After he was tortured and ended up with traumatized nails, he started to cover them with nail polish! It was originally Hinami’s idea (he got forced into it) after she examined his hands; his first colour was mint green, like her hairpin! After his covered nails fell off he had them painted bright red, before black, then light purple with decor that fell off the next day (Hina’s choice), sky blue (he read a poem about the sky on the day) and then back to red again

Kaneki would rate the beach a 7/10

Bonus Tsukiyama headcanon because I like him too: One time when he was out with Hori, they ran out of money to buy something she really wanted and they happened to be at a train station. So he just. Began to sing. And he was really good. By the time he finished singing he had gained a crowd and $45, more than enough to buy Hori’s Thing. From then on Hori swore that she would never let herself run out of money while hanging out with Shuu again

Reblog this with a headcanon about your fav character(s)of Tokyo Ghoul

Please, use the tag: #tgweek23

[lowlights]

I See Us

Hello! Thank you for encouraging me to write a follow-up to I See You so that I might atone for the sin of putting you Through It when it comes to dealing with younger Din. He was an idiot back then, and I stand by that.

If you haven't read Part 1, I would do that.

I See Us

Din Djarin x f!reader ; 3.8k words - I'm just throwing it out there

Warnings: more angst, but I promise it gets better. Takes place after The Book of Boba Fett, so general spoilers for that I suppose. The helmet comes off, my dears. PinV sex, some talk of cum, all the smooches, cursing Star Wars style, a brief cameo from a special guest. Let me know if I forgot something, it's late.

Series Masterlist

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“Alright, kid. We’re going on a little trip to see an old friend. Well, she isn’t so much a friend as…something else. I don’t know what. I need you to behave, maybe she won’t be so mad if she sees an adorable little womp rat with me.” 

Grogu coos at his dad, babbling encouragement.  Din fusses with the child’s clothing, making sure his collar is arranged just so. 

“Time to see if we can make it right with her.” 

You’ve found a lot of peace in the handful of years since the Mandalorian left you. You are an excellent gardener and skilled trapper, and trade with the locals several kilometers away for everything else you need twice a year. Your previous life was anything but tranquil, so to exist in your own little corner of the galaxy undisturbed was a dream. 

You stopped thinking about him a long time ago. 

Alright, that’s a lie. You stopped waiting for him to come back a long time ago and buried the hurt that he left in his wake deep under the surface. 

You still think about him from time to time, much to your chagrin. You think about the way the galaxy has pushed your lives together twice now before pulling you apart, and you scarcely allow yourself to wonder if it will push you together again. Kriff, you don’t even know where he is or if he’s alive. He’s a bounty hunter, they don’t usually last too long in the cold, hard reality of the universe. 

What hurts worse, to think that he’s dead or to believe that he just chose not to come back to you? 

These thoughts invade your mind as you sweep your front stoop, fighting a losing battle against the leaves that are turning brown and falling from the trees that surround your house. They’re a reminder that another cold season is coming, and you need to finish getting ready. 

Off in the distance, you hear the loud mechanical whooshing of a very fast ship. It screams to a stop and quickly descends into the small clearing, just past the tall trees. You drop your broom and dash into your house, emerging quickly with your blaster rifle. You hear twigs breaking in the woods ahead and raise the rifle. Through the scope, you start to make out a form. 

A very shiny form. 

The tall man clears the treeline and upon seeing a blaster rifle trained on him, spins his bag around to his back and puts his hands up. 

“Don’t shoot. It’s me.” 

You drop the rifle to your side in shock. It feels like every muscle in your body is frozen, and your lungs can’t possibly pull in enough oxygen to stay conscious. You’d recognize that voice in a cacophony of a thousand voices. It’s him. It’s kriffing him. 

You’re speechless, years of words getting jumbled up and stuck in your throat. You try to remind yourself that you can breathe, that you can feel the ground beneath your feet, and that your eyes are not playing a cruel trick. You know this because the shiny beskar man is slowly walking towards you, hands still raised towards the heavens. 

He stops about five yards from you and lets his hands drop to his sides, confident that you’re probably not going to shoot him at this moment. 

He shouldn’t be so sure. You don’t know what you’re feeling, and you’re not convinced that violence is off the table just yet. 

“Hi,” he offers lamely. 

You clear your throat, determined to find your words. The blood that felt like it ran cold when you saw him suddenly boils in your veins. “All this time apart and this is all you have to say? Hi? Hi, Mando,” you say sarcastically. Anger drips from your voice, and you hope he doesn’t notice the pain that ripples through your words and makes tears prick in the corners of your eyes. You don’t wait for another monosyllabic utterance from him, turning on your heel and storming into your house. 

The reverberation of the door slamming seems to knock the tears free, those hot tears of anger, pain, and disbelief. You don’t even bother to wipe them from your cheeks as you curl up in your comfy chair in the corner of the den, right by the fireplace. The fireplace where he touched you for the first time and held you as though you mattered to him. 

No. You shake the image from your head. You can’t do that right now. 

You hear the creaking of the door and the soft footsteps of a very hesitant Mandalorian. He stands just a few feet from you, close enough that you can hear his shallow breaths through his helmet. Close enough that you can smell that familiar smell that lingered on your pillows and in your heart for weeks. 

He’s silent, somehow more stoic than ever. 

Fine. You’ll talk. 

“What are you doing here, Mando? Come to hide out again and then slink out in the middle of the night when you’re done with me?” 

He just stares at you, the faceless stare that right now makes you want to scream. 

“Listen, you came to me, Mando. You’d better start saying something, and fast. Say something. Anything!” you demand, your voice getting louder with each word. You’re so angry and devastatingly hurt that you don’t know what to feel. The first time he left, he was just your friend that had helped you out of a bad situation. When he left you the second time, he was so much more. A ghost that had left indelible marks on your heart. 

“You know my name,” he says simply. 

You hang your head. “Dank farrik, Din. What do you want from me?” You bury your face in your hands and will yourself to wake up from whatever nightmare this is. 

Din walks over and takes a knee in front of you, bracing his hands on either side of the chair but very careful not to crowd you. You look up at him, red-rimmed eyes still brimming with tears. 

“I need to make amends,” he says softly. “I hurt you, and it’s been killing me. I’m so sorry.” His voice aches and you think for a moment he could actually mean what he says. He never apologized back when you met him, opting instead to simply shrug his shoulders and move on. The only time he’s ever said I’m sorry was in the note he left for you, ages ago. 

Your knee-jerk reaction is to reassure him that it’s fine, that you’re fine, and to sweep it under the rug and offer him a plate of food. That’s how you were raised. But you know you need to stand up for yourself, especially for the version of you that woke up alone in your bed that morning. 

“What you did, Din? It’s not okay. I hear you, and I know I owe you my life. But you just left me. You left me. Didn’t I deserve a goodbye in the morning, at the very least?” 

The tension between your bodies feels like it might snap like a rubber band, emotions pushed to the brink and crackling between you. Din tilts his head and you brace yourself for an excuse, but then - 

“A-pa?” A little voice cuts through the silence. Din reaches around behind him and pulls a satchel to his front, making your mouth fall open with surprise. Big black eyes above a little toothy smile stare back at you.

“Who…is this?” you ask quizically, the tension slipping from your body. This cute little creature immediately makes your heart warm a tiny bit. 

Din takes the child out of his little pouch and rests him against his knee. “This is my foundling. He’s been in my care for some time now. His name is Grogu,” he offers thoughtfully. You know what it means for him to share names, especially for someone who is very clearly so special. Your heart thaws just a tiny bit more. He’s trying. 

You offer a finger to Grogu who grips it tightly with his little hand. A wave of reassurance washes over you, like the feeling of opening the window and feeling the spring breeze for the first time. He giggles, a tinkling little sound that only babies seem to be able to produce, and you smile back at him. Your tears dry immediately. 

“Hi, Grogu,” you greet him, giving him your name in return. You look back at Din, still kneeling in front of you, and you take pity on him. “Go sit down on the couch before your knees give out on you. That left one was already bad years ago.” 

You can see a subtle sigh, just a brief exhalation, before he sits down on the couch. Grogu wiggles out of his grasp, his face pulled together with concentration, before hopping down and toddling back over to your feet. He hugs your leg and looks up at you, making little gurgling noises that are clearly a request to be held. You check with Din, who gives you a single nod, before picking Grogu up. The little squeals of joy as you bounce him up and down in your lap make you grin. 

“He likes you,” Din observes, and he’s grateful that you can’t see his facial expressions under the helmet. It makes his heart want to explode out of his chest, watching the scene before him. 

“He’s a sweet little thing,” you murmur. You consider your next words very carefully. Din, to his credit, can tell that you need a moment to think now that emotions are not running so high. You clear your throat. “So why are you here, hm?” 

“A lot has happened since I last saw you, and more is about to happen. I felt like this was my chance to come see you and see if…” his voice trails off. 

“See if what?” 

“See if you would forgive me.” 

You sigh. How do you even begin to process everything that’s going on in your head? Your emotions are still swirling around in your mind and your heart, even though you feel better with the baby in your hands. It’s a funny sort of feeling when the past comes back to haunt you, especially when it’s a part of you that you thought was dead and buried long ago. As you think about where to begin untangling the web, Grogu nuzzles up against you and settles in your arms. His eyes close and he’s asleep in an instant, little snores escaping his lips. You hold him in your arms, heart feeling inexplicably full. 

“I need you to actually tell me what the kriff happened. From the beginning,” you say firmly but gently. 

Din doesn’t settle into the couch or even relax his shoulders. From his stiff perch, he begins. Long pauses stretch between his words. “After that mess with Ran, I wasn’t…that wasn’t me. I think it was who I was supposed to be, who I was raised to be. You were kind to me and I didn’t deserve it. You let me…be with you. And I didn’t deserve it. I spent the whole night thinking about how you deserved someone who was as good as you are. I’m not…I wasn’t good.” 

His pause draws on so long that you wonder if he’s done speaking entirely. But you let the silence breathe between the two of you, not pressing him. Just waiting. 

He finally continues. “I didn’t know how to be that man for you, and I fell into the routine. Bounties, credits. Flying the galaxy looking for the next Guild job. It wasn’t until him,” he motions to Grogu with his head, “that I think I finally realized what I was supposed to be. He made me…good.” 

You feel on the verge of tears again, not for yourself but because of the rawness of Din’s words. Your broken Mandalorian who you imagined over the years to be a ruthless, heartless scoundrel is actually none of those things. Except for maybe one part. 

Your Mandalorian, you realize. He’s still yours, after all this time. 

“Oh, Din,” you breathe out with a sad sigh, “What happened to you out there?” 

“Too much,” he replies sadly. “I can tell you more, but let’s get one thing straight before anything else is said.” 

You look at him quizzically, prepared for the worst.

“You said that you owe me. For saving your life. That is a debt I would never come to collect. Besides, you’ve already paid it back ten-fold. You don’t owe me anything,” he declares in a strong, steady voice. “I owe you more than you know.” 

Grogu stirs in his sleep, little brows furled. “Will he be alright if I put him in my bed? I’ll put lots of blankets and pillows around him, he won’t fall,” you assure Din. He nods again, his gaze following you as you walk Grogu into the next room, muttering reassurances to the child in your arms. When you return, Din is standing in the middle of the living room. 

You stop in your tracks. Panic immediately settles deep in your bones. “You’re leaving again.” 

“What? No,” he reassures you quickly. “Can you…can you come here?” 

He holds out his hand to you, no gloves in sight, and you take the three steps towards him with only a moment’s hesitation. You slip your hand in his and he pulls you in towards him. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles before slipping his hand from yours. 

“I need you to see something,” he says in a quiet voice, like the most serious secret shared between friends. 

He curls his hands around the chin of his helmet, and lifts up. 

Time stands still as you watch with wide eyes the slow progression of Din revealing himself to you. You feel like you should cover your eyes or wrench them tightly closed, almost like your eyes are straying too close to a bright sun. But Din wants you to see him, you remind yourself. 

He doesn’t say anything as he sets his helmet down gently on the little table next to the couch, before turning to face you. He doesn’t look away, deeply opaque chocolate brown eyes locking with your own. He’s obscenely handsome, and maybe if he had grown up with his face exposed to the galaxy he would have become vain. 

But he’s not. He’s just Din, vulnerable before you. 

You take his hand in yours again, giving it a little squeeze of reassurance. “Why?” you wonder, no other words necessary. Why this? Why you? Why now? 

“I broke my Creed, for the kid. We had to say goodbye for a while, but he is my family and I thought he deserved to see. Watching you hold him, thinking about everything…I think you are just as important. You’re my family too,” his eyes shine with tears that he won’t let fall. 

You lift a hand to his cheek, letting your fingers rest against his skin so lightly he barely feels it. His eyes slip closed as he leans into your touch, letting the tension fall out of his shoulders. It’s the first real indication of relaxation that he’s displayed since he walked back into your life. You stand there in silence as one moment rolls into another, the years of separation bleeding away. 

His eyes open, and he only sees you smiling softly back at him. You drop your hand from his cheek, but keep a tight grip on his other hand at your sides. “Hi, Din,” you say, mirroring your greeting from earlier. This time there isn’t a drop of sarcasm or anger. 

“Hi,” he says softly. “It’s…nice to look at you without the helmet in the way.” 

You tilt your head and smile. “It’s nice to look at you without the helmet in the way, too. Although I could always see you, Din. Helmet or not.” 

His jaw clenches. “That’s part of why I left. I thought you would see me for who I really was.” 

“I do see you for who you are,” you tell him. You open your mouth to say something else, but you’re cut off by the swift press of his mouth against yours. It’s gentle at first, his soft lips ghosting against yours. You pull away, just a little bit, but he chases you and kisses you more deeply. It’s a little clumsy and passionate, years of build-up leading to a moment you never thought you would have with him.

His free hand rests on the small of your back, keeping you flush against him. It’s overwhelming with how tender he is being with you, handling you as though you might slip from him at any moment. 

Your hand fits in his like you were made for each other; two pieces of a puzzle sliding together. 

After moments stretch into beautiful minutes, tongues exploring and swallowing each other’s moans, you break apart. Panting slightly, he rests his forehead against yours. You get the strangest feeling of déjà vu, a brief flash of a memory you didn’t know you possessed of his cold helmet pressing against your forehead the morning he left. 

“Can I…can I have you? Please?” he begs you in a ragged voice.

You want him so badly that your body feels like it hums in reponse to his question, however you hesitate. “Not if you’re going to leave me again,” you confess, heart on full display. You need to know that if he chooses you in this moment, he is choosing you after this moment too. 

He runs the back of knuckles along your jaw before capturing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t want to leave you. I want you to come with me.” 

Your brain swirls with questions that you just can’t process. You close your eyes and shake them out of your head. “Just kiss me again, Din. We can figure out the details later.” 

Din kisses you with wild abandon, enveloping you in his embrace and his kiss and his scent. He is everywhere, invading every sense that you possess. Clothes are quickly shed and he has the good sense to pull a quilt from the couch to throw on the floor before lowering you down underneath him. Your back will wish that you hadn’t put Grogu in your bed when the morning rolls around, but for now you couldn’t care less if you tried. 

His mouth is on you again, on every inch of skin that he can reach, hungerly making up for a decade of kisses he’s wanted to give you. He trails down your neck, across your sternum where captures one of your breasts in his mouth. You arch into him, nails dragging across his back and leaving red marks in their wake. As he moves across your body you hear him whisper apologies and promises into your skin. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I won’t ever leave you.” 

“I belong with you.” 

After minutes of his explorations, you pull him back up to you. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with lust and the overwhelming sensation of being able to use his mouth like this. Holding his gorgeous face between your hands, you echo his words back:

“I belong with you. Din, I forgive you. I forgive you.” 

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and stills. You hold him to you, content in the way his weight rests on your body. In this instant, you realize that you really would go anywhere with him because…you need each other. After all these years alone, you didn’t think you would ever need anyone. You were happy living like this, after the pain of Din leaving had faded. 

But here, breathing in and out with him, it all becomes clear. 

Two puzzle pieces sliding together. 

“I love you,” you whisper into his ear. 

“I love you,” he whispers against your skin. “I need…I need to be inside of you. Do you want my fingers first?” 

“No, please, just…inside. Now, please, please,” you babble as he lines himself up at your entrance and eases in. You watch his face contort with pleasure, relishing every second that you get to see his reaction. He’s tender with you, taking as much care as he can since he didn’t prepare you to take his cock like he normally would like to. 

Gods, he just needs to be in you. As deep as possible. 

When he’s fully seated inside of you, moans escape both of your lips. “Dank farrik, you’re so big. So deep, baby. Move, move. Move,” you beg with desperatation in your voice. Din draws out of you, just enough so slam back into you once, twice, threw times. Your pussy clenches around him and he stutters.

“T-this will be over before it begins if you do that again,” he warns you, and you smile at him. 

“You just feel so kriffing - oof - good, Din,” you shudder at how good it feels when he snaps his hips against yours. He coos praise at you throughout, telling you how good you’re taking him and how long he’s thought about doing this with you again. 

When he tells you to rub your clit until you come for him, you eagerly obey. As you flutter around him, he asks where he should come. “Inside,” you cry out. He eagerly obeys. 

**

After he cleans you both up, you lie together in front of the fireplace, quilt draped over you. You happily use his chest as a pillow, throwing one leg over his. He can’t stop pressing his lips to your hairline, addicted to the feeling of his lips on you. After some time spent in comfortable silence, you turn to look at him. 

“So, are you ready to tell me what’s next?” you ask him gently, no longer anxious about the answer. 

He takes a deep breath. “I must seek redemption in the living waters beneath the mines of Mandalore. Atonement for breaking my Creed. There are…other things as well. I have responsibilities that I need to tend to. It might be a little dangerous.” 

Your eyes flutter closed, soaking in the weight of his words. Of course it wouldn’t be easy - it never is with Din. “Do you want to leave your son with me?” you offer, trying to alleviate he stress he clearly feels. 

“Absolutely not. I’m not leaving him, or you, behind. You both stay with me,” he declares. He clears his throat. “My family stays with me.” 

“No leaving each other behind?” you ask. 

“No leaving each other behind,” he confirms. 

**

[acatalystrising]

And here we are, at chapter three of Consequences! When I say I had an absolute blast with this, I definitely mean it - I have so much planned ahead, hehe…

Pairing: Boba Fett x (F)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Trigger warnings: Nightmares, injuries, death threats, cannon-typical violence, language, angst, and fluff sweet enough to rot teeth (lolllll)

Series synopsis: Backstabbed and betrayed, you knew there was a bounty over your head - but when you’re captured by the infamous Boba Fett, it becomes abundantly clear that your fate is as mysterious as your captor.

Chapter three: Blood Ties and Battle Lines

You could have sworn you saw your father’s back through the crowd, his features hard to miss despite the fact you barely remembered him.

“Dad, wait for me! Don’t go!”

You tried to claw your way through the crowd after him, but he only walked faster, fading in the sunlight that blazed above. He disappeared and before you had a chance to call out, the ground beneath your feet transmuted to water - plunging you beneath icy depths.

You burst to the surface, lungs burning, a stormy haze of grays and blues muting out all color. You clawed against the tides, looking up in horror as massive waves cresting higher than star destroyers bore down upon you.

You were pulled under, trying to force yourself to wake from your nightmare, even as a sharp burning filled your lungs. Something grabbed you, and a voice shouted even as your vision sparked, then faded…

Someone who was definitely not a part of your dream gently shook your arm, and you heard a deep voice call your name. You grimaced, eyes flicking open as disorientation flooded your mind with panic.

You didn’t immediately recognize the dark room you were in, or where you were…your gaze flung up to the person who hovered over you - and your memories flooded back with such force you emitted a shocked yelp. You flinched, pulling away, heart pounding in your throat when you recognized Fett’s stern features in the shadows. You were too afraid to fully recollect that he looked mildly concerned.

“Relax,” his voice was low, lacking the edge you were accustomed to. He watched you carefully, expression difficult to gauge. “You had a nightmare, starting shouting. Didn’t want it drawing too much attention.”

“Oh…” hear flooded your chest, and you felt your cheeks burning. You realized his hand was still on your arm, touch gentle. Interestingly, he hadn’t pulled away yet. “Did I wake you?”

“No, but you sounded distressed.” He watched you carefully, as if curious. His head tilted slightly the side, a gesture you recognized he often used when wearing his helmet. “Thankfully I don’t think anyone heard.”

You watched as he finally stepped back, crossing the room to peer out of the window, dark eyes reflecting amber in the moonlight. It was…nearly beautiful. You almost choked when those eyes flicked back to you. There was a depth to them, something not altogether dangerous, but a warmth…how had you not noticed that before?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” a sigh rattled your chest, honestly impressed that he hadn’t just shot you. Your heart still crashed against your ribcage, throat dry as your realized you must have cried out.

How embarrassing.

“I’m not upset.” Fett crossed the room so he once again stood by the bed, gesturing to a cup of water he’d placed on the nightstand. Where’d he gotten that? “Drink this, try to rest.”

You nodded, grabbing the cup with quivering fingers and chugging it down, watching as he walked back over to his chair. You settled back under the covers and hated the tremors that ran down your legs. Those damn nightmares had only gotten worse, especially since your brother betrayed you. Silence fell, save for a distant blaster shot that echoed over the dunes, the sound sending a chill down your spine.

“Do you remember them, your parents?” His voice cut through the dark, carefully presented as if he was deep in thought.

“I can recall their faces. My dad’s especially.” You stared up at the flaking ceiling with a sigh. “But they left my brother and I after I was born.”

“I’m sorry.” His tone had once again softened ever so slightly, lacking enough edge to give you the confidence to speak, resting your head on your pillow.

“It’s okay.” You nodded, surprised that you meant it. Had he just apologized? “We can’t go back. Just gotta make it to the next sunrise.”

Fett fell silent, but it wasn’t a brooding silence. You could have sworn it almost felt like understanding. When sleep finally took you, you didn’t bother to check if his hand was still on his gun.

-

Damn it all.

This was getting messier by the hour. Boba ensured you were asleep before he glanced back at you, not wanting to frighten you any further for one evening. His lips twitched, and he sighed, irritation flooding his chest at the conflict in his heart.

You’re going soft, idiot. You swore you’d never make this mistake.

And yet here he was, diving into those forbidden thoughts like a womp rat in a garbage chute.

Perhaps the best mercy would indeed be his blaster bolt to your head. Even if he were to let you go, someone else who was more desperate for credits would come along and you’d be dead within a day. And he couldn’t keep you locked in the ship forever. But still…

He stole another glance at you, noticing that you almost looked peaceful in your sleep now that the nightmare had ended. There was less tension in your brow, and your lips, for once, weren’t set in a frown. He’d be an even bigger fool to not recognize your beauty - and he fought an impulsive urge to run his fingers through your hair. To soothe the fear from your eyes, the tension from your shoulders. To show you that you weren’t the only lonely soul trapped in the galaxy.

You were unmarred by violence, something resilient, but still hopeful like a bird that was never meant to be caged. And his hands were more bloodstained then he ever wanted you to know. He cursed lightly under his breath, looking away with a low growl.

Stop it. She is a bounty. You drew a line.

But he wasn’t the only one who felt it, was he? He’d seen the look that flooded your gaze when he’d made the comment to the fool who tried to abduct you - you’d been surprised, yes. But not disgusted as he’d expected. No…you’d actually flushed. And so, you both were in a deadly dance, each waiting to see what step the other would take. Neither knowing the outcome.

He absentmindedly flicked out his blaster with a practiced roll of his fingers, running his hands over the cool metal. He purposefully kept it out of the moonlight so the reflection wouldn’t disturb you.

Ahh, dank farrik. He cared too much.

He knew he needed to stop before this went on for too long. Emotions like this would only get you both killed. He needed to cut it off, shut it down, flip that switch before he’d gone too far. He steeled himself and raised the blaster, pointing it directly between your eyes. He could do it. He knew he could. He had the capacity to be the cold, emotionless hunter who never lost a bounty, never let one go, and never failed a job.

Then he noticed the tear drying on your cheek.

Guilt twisted his insides and he flipped his finger to the trigger, releasing a shuddering sigh. This would be mercy. It would free you both from the strands of fate - something he never believed in nor wanted to. You didn’t deserve to suffer any more than you already had, and if he had to be your executioner, he’d make it quick. You deserved that much. And yet, he still hesitated.

His finger froze on the trigger when he heard his name whisper from your lips.

Boba. Just Boba. Whispered softly as if you shared some connection. Something intimate. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard someone speak his name in that manner.

He frowned, peering at your blank face, realizing that you were still asleep. There was no manipulative ploy here, merely the whispered words of someone plagued by night terrors. And yet you’d called his name in your fear, something you hadn’t voiced once when awake. You muttered something unintelligible and shifted, turning your back to him and curling in the blankets.

He lowered his blaster, slipping it back to its holster, feeling something akin to shame curl in his gut. He wouldn’t shoot you - deep down, he already knew that. There was something about you, something different…he felt different.

And whether he liked or not, it wasn’t just your fate that had yet to be decided, but his as well.

-

When you woke, Fett was already up and moving - you noted with interest that he’d donned his helmet.

He was back to his curt, direct self - any semblance of the softness you’d witnessed in the night gone. You hated that your heart wilted at his harsh tone, just when you thought you were seeing a glimpse of the man behind the armor. To your surprise, he hadn’t seemed all that bad. You remembered his gentle words and touch, and didn’t want to admit that you’d slept better after he’d pulled you from the icy claws of your nightmare.

“You’ll follow this road to the end, it leads to the…seedier side of town.” He was pointing at a map he’d procured with a gloved finger, tone matter-of-factual. “That’s where he was last seen. If I show up immediately, he’ll jump off-world fast. I could catch him, but it’ll take more time I’d rather not waste. If you get him distracted, it’ll be easier for the both of us, and more efficient.”

You nodded, eyes narrowing as you did you best to memorize the path. Anxiety twisted in your chest, trepidation on your tongue.

“And if you even think of running…” his tone held a warning as he gave the smooth paper of the map a double tap for emphasis. “Our deal’s off. No more mercy.”

“Will you be around though, in case something goes wrong?” Your voice was timid as you felt you were tiptoeing around the nexu’s teeth. His helmet flicked up toward you, silent, waiting for an explanation - you realized you’d taken him by surprise. “You know, if I get hurt…or something? Will you step in if I…well, get in trouble?”

“You mean like with the Klatooinian?” His stoic voice had taken a shift that almost could be interpreted as curiosity.

“Erm, well, yes,” you hated that you felt heat flood your cheeks and you ducked, fixing your gaze on the map despite feeling his heated stare from the visor.

Dammit…you had to get control of yourself.

He spoke your name, and you blinked in shock, recognizing the crumbling of his cold shell, if but for a moment. The syllables sounded nearly artful on his tongue, welcome, but strange. You felt you had broached into new territory, and unlike the map of Tatooine, this route was entirely uncharted.

You felt a gloved finger brush underneath your chin and you shivered as he lifted your face to meet his.

“Growing attached, are we, little one?” His deep timbre held a soft amusement, something you curiously recognized as humor, not mockery.

“I mean, I just…” your face was beet red, you were sure of it, and you desperately tried to backpedal with logic. “I don’t wanna get caught by someone else and deal with this all over again…right?”

He hummed a response, and you were certain he could feel your hammering pulse at your neck. His helmet tilted down toward you. “Is that all?”

“I…well, I…” oh gods, you were embarrassing yourself, unable to hide your furious blush and literally trapped in his clutches. Your words were emitted as a squeak as he stepped closer, his broad armored frame overshadowing you. “I just..umm…”

“Loth cat got your tongue?” He sounded nearly coy, and you couldn’t tell if you were the object of his attention or the meal he was toying with before brutally snapping you in two. Or both?

“That’s not…I…” you hated that your words sputtered from your lips, far too affected by his close proximity. You shot him a mock glare in an attempt to save face, a smirk curling in your lips. “…kriffing jerk, you’re doing this on purpose.”

Shit.

Horror flooded through you at your boldness, and you expected his grip to tighten, or for his demeanor to switch back to cold ice. Or worse.

But Boba Fett, damn him, had the audacity to chuckle - and the sound rumbled through you, sending a different kind of chill down your spine that made your knees go weak.

“Don’t you worry, there isn’t anywhere you’d go where I can’t find you.” His thumb swiped a caress on your throat before pulling away, albeit slowly, that T-visored helm as dark as the night, watching you fight your body’s urge to lean forward in chase of his touch. “I’ll have your back. You have my word.”

-

Mos Espa, you decided, wasn’t so terrible.

Sure, it was crowded more than you’d prefer, with the merchants who shouted their wares to any who traversed down the streets - but most people stuck to their own devices, letting you pass through with little more than a glance.

But damn, the heat would take some time to get used to.

You gripped the bag that was slung over your shoulder with a huff, sweat slicking your forehead as you made you way through the twisted maze. You tried your best to be discrete, sneaking glances at the map when no one looked. The last thing you needed was to draw unwanted attention to yourself - especially given that the only attention that mattered was Fett’s. Even as you slipped through the crowd, you could feel his eyes on you - as burning as the dual suns above.

Surely he still worried you’d try to give him the slip, right? Or did he know you’d already been ensnared beyond any hope of escape? Hooking you with that damn chuckle and cocksure demeanor, the bastard had to know what he was doing to you. The real question still remained - had he been affected too? You highly doubted he treated all his bounties this way, which led you to wonder what his true motives were.

You sighed, wiping more sweat from your brows with the back of your hand, dipping past a trio of giggling Twi’leks. If your brother was indeed here, you weren’t sure how to find him, and you had the impression that you were serving more as bait than anything as you navigated through the pale buildings and windswept sandy streets. Whether Fett was helping you or merely using you, there wouldn’t be any other alternative then to see this through to the end.

Besides, you were actually more concerned about confronting your brother than facing the bounty hunter again…given that you hadn’t been on good terms last time you’d seen him.

A blaster shot echoed over the buildings in the distance and you flinched, glancing back at your map with a frown. You were nearly there, at the last location Fett had spotted your brother, and you forced a sigh through your pent-up lungs. You could do this. You deserved this - to bring your asshole brother to justice...of sorts. And so, you adjusted your pack and turned the corner - walking right into a blaster’s muzzle. And behind the blaster, your brother.

“Turn around sis. Walk into that left alley, there. Don’t scream.” His voice was low, lacking Fett’s distinct rasp, but still making you flinch regardless. “If you don’t think I’ll punch a hole through your back, go ahead and try to run.”

Heart hammering in your ears, you turned, swallowing dryly when you felt the weapon press in-between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward. You slipped into the passage he’d instructed, and flinched when a massive Trandoshan lunged at you - claws gripping your shoulders and slamming you into the wall with a shower of dust. Dammit, you really wished you had a weapon. You struggled against your attacker, fear taking hold of your heart as you locked gazes with your brother.

“The hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be dead.” He shot you a murderous glare, blaster trained at your face. “How’d you even find me, huh?“

“Hey Naris.” You nearly spat out the words to mask your fright, hoping that Fett had seen what happened and meant what he’d said, otherwise…you were screwed. You’d die alone in this alley. “Long time no see.”

“This isn’t funny, idiot.” Naris glanced over his shoulder, sweat beading on his brow. “If the Pykes don’t have you, they’ll come after us both.”

“Oh, so I was supposed to just accept being the scapegoat because you stole their spice?” You crossed your arms and the Trandoshan pinning you tightened his grip, the tips of his claws puncturing your skin. You winced, but didn’t diminish your glare. “This is on you, not me. I can’t believe you sold me out like that!”

“I can’t believe you thought we’d always work together! Shit…” he brandished the blaster with a glare, warily glancing around. “We’re too out in the open, dammit. I’m shocked a bounty hunter hasn’t already snagged you.”

A harsh bark of laughter slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself.

“Oh yeah? What’re you worried about?” You raised a brow in challenge. “Unless…you have a bounty over your head too?”

He cursed, slamming a fist on the wall beside him, eyes flashing dangerously in the sun, gaze locking on you with murderous intent. A chill ran down your spine, and you held your tongue. Pushing him further would only result in you getting hurt, or worse…he stepped forward, eyes locked on your hands, and you realized too late he’d seen your map.

“What’s this?” He pulled it from your grasp, eyes narrowing when he saw the path drawn on its surface. He looked up at you, frown deepening. “You’ve been stalking us, is that it?”

“Naris…we gotta find cover,” the Trandoshan’s tone was wary, a low growl as you winced underneath his weight. “Thiss is dangerous.”

“Yeah, yeah, no shit,” Naris regarded you with a frown, suspicion gleaming in his eyes. “There’s no way you got to this dump alone. Who the kriff brought you here?”

“I did.”

You recognized that low tone, and you couldn’t help the thrill that surged through your heart as your brother spun on his heels, face to face with Boba Fett himself.

Once again, you hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Naris, is it?” Fett was a statue, still and menacing, a cutting edge to his voice that you hadn’t heard before, even on the day he captured you - this was much more sinister. “You’re coming with me.”

“You…you’re…” your brother’s face went white as a sheet, words babbling uselessly as the bounty hunter loomed over him. “No…it can’t be…”

The Trandoshan suddenly released you with a curse, bolting down the passage as fast as his legs could carry him. You dropped to the ground, pain flaring in your knees, and you watched as Fett whipped his blaster out with impeccable speed, shooting the reptile through the back of the head. He was dead before his smoking body hit the ground, and Naris screamed.

At first, you assumed it was because he was afraid. Angry, even, that his mistakes had consequences. But your gaze had been locked onto the Trandoshan’s body for too long. You glanced up in time to see Naris spin toward you with his blaster aimed, a red plasma bolt fired directly at your chest.

There was no time to move. No chance to even scream. Terror locked your limbs and you squeezed your eyes shut - expecting the pain to sear through your body, death soon to follow.

But it did not come.

You felt someone crumple over you with a grunt, and heard footsteps careening away. You slowly opened your eyes, realizing that Fett was slumped before you, back turned. And he wasn’t moving.

“No…” you shuffled forward, knees quaking as you gripped his shoulders, turning him toward you so that you could check his pulse.

The shot had struck his right side, glancing off his beskar, but still dealing damage to his flight suit. Your heart plunged when you noticed that blood had stained the light cloth a deep crimson. His helmeted head tilted back toward the ground with your movements, limp and unresponsive.

“No, no, no…” you slipped your hand underneath his collar before you thought to hesitate, feeling his warm neck for a pulse. “C’mon Boba, you can’t die. I’m so sorry…say something…”

“Growing attached, are we?” His rough voice sounded pained as he echoed his earlier statement, but you couldn’t stop the relieved smile from erasing your frown.

In that moment, nothing sounded more beautiful.

“Gods, you’re hurt! Why the hell did you do that? He got away…” you glanced up after your brother, but then felt a gloved hand press against your cheek, directing your eyes back to him. His helmet was inches from your face. “He’s worth so much more than me…”

“No, he isn’t.” The words were gruff, direct. But once again lacking that edge - something you noticed he only did with you. “Your brother’s a scughole - you’re clearly more valuable.”

“Oh…I see.” Your head dipped toward the ground, consequently leaning further into his touch.

He chuckled, the sound making you blink in shock, confusion rippling through you. You dared to look back at him, the helmet titling slightly to the right as he regarded you.

“Come now, little one, I’m not talking about credits.” His tone warmed you from your forehead to your toes, and his thumb caressed your cheek. “You’ve got too much life to meet that kind of end. You’re free.”

His hand dropped from your cheek, and for some reason, the loss of his touch made you want to sob.

“What?” You blinked as he struggled to stand with a pained grunt. “Like, now?”

“I don’t see why not.” He placed a hand on the wall to support himself, clearly in pain as he forced himself to move. “Go. Make a life for yourself. You deserve it.”

“But…” your heart lurched in your chest, panic overriding common sense. You sat, wide-eyed, shock and something else much stronger rippling through you. “What about you?”

“I’ll walk it off. But you should get going, lay low for a while.” He straightened, swaying ever so slightly, back turned to you. His tattered cape fluttered in the breeze like a banner, and your heart nearly broke when he looked away. “I won’t hunt you. I give my word.”

Something you didn’t know you’d feel so deeply ached at his words. No. Not again. You felt like you were going to hurl. You wanted to beg, to scream, to shout the plea that rang in your soul.

Please don’t leave me too…

“Boba…” you spoke without thinking, watching him stop at the sound of his name, helmet tilted over his shoulder. “I want to stay. With you, I mean.”

“My life isn’t one to be shared, sweet girl. I’m not a kind man, nor a good one.” And yet his words were spoken so tenderly, you almost wanted to cry. But he hadn’t given you a direct no, had he?

Did that mean…

“If you didn’t have any kindness, you never would have spared me.” You kept your tone soft, reverent. “I’ve seen it in you.”

“Well…” he sighed, helmet drooping every so slightly. “You’d be one of the first.”

There was a solemness there, and while you understood why he said what he did, that he was afraid of hurting you, you stood to your feet regardless. And so, you took a shaking step, knowing the nexu could still bite. Accepting that if that was your fate, you’d take it. Knowing that you’d already made your choice before even admitting it to yourself.

You dared to put your hand in his.

He stiffened ever so slightly, but didn’t pull away. He watched you, silent behind his helmet, as you looked into that T-visor and dared to smile.

“Perhaps. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance.”

After a moment of silence, Boba’s hand gave yours a reassuring squeeze, and you both stepped forward, into whatever the future would bring.

-

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

You turned, regarding Boba, reclined on the bunk in his cabin, watching you with those sharp, dark eyes. Still not fully trusting, but lacking the cold sternness you remembered when you’d first seen his face.

It was odd, being in his ship, but not in the cell. He hadn’t once mentioned it, either. So, unless you were told otherwise, you realized you wouldn’t have to stay behind bars anymore.

“I was the one getting shot at. Not to mention it was my idiot brother’s fault. It’s only fair that I make up for it.” You lifted a bacta patch with a raised brow, gesturing at his bloodied flight suit with a slight frown. “But I won’t force you. I can leave while you put this on.”

“No.” His voice was nearly strangled as he sat up, brows lowered in concentration as he unzipped the suit. His armor had already been piled to the side. “You can stay.”

And so, you did - watching him slip his arms and torso out of the clothing, trying your damndest not to ogle at the scars that littered his broad, muscular frame. But you couldn’t hide your blush save for ducking your face when he glanced your way.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” His rough tones rumbled through you, and you looked up, realizing he was watching you with a guarded expression.

Oh, if he only knew that ‘uncomfortable’ was not how he made you feel.

“You don’t, I wanted to help.” You approached him, bacta patch in your gasp, still trapped in his gaze. “You never hurt me. So technically that makes you safer then most people I’ve ever known.”

“Really.” He huffed, drawing the word out on his tongue. A dark brow raised in what you had to interpret as sarcasm. “You need to get out more.”

“I was too busy trying to stay alive, thank you very much.” Your shot him a mock glare and gestured at the shallow wound on his side. “May I?”

He nodded, eyes tracing your every moment as you lowered the patch onto his skin, as if expecting your touch to burn him. But you merely smoothed the patch over the injury, fingers light and nimble, before pulling away.

“Thanks…for what you did back there. That’s the second time you’ve gotten me out of trouble...” You squinted at him, curiosity getting the best of you. “Is this how you always treat your bounties?”

“No,” his gaze flicked to his armor, then back to you, a certain darkness there that made you shiver. “It isn’t.”

“Then…” you watched him carefully, not wanting to push him too much for answers, but the need to know driving your words. “Why me? Why didn’t you turn me in?”

He sighed, something altogether weary flooding his gaze. He gestured at the end of the bed, an invitation to sit. You nodded, perching on the edge and watching him intently. You no longer felt the same unease around him that you once did, but you still wanted to know his reason, nonetheless.

“You were innocent.” His voice was measured, as if he very carefully met out the words. “You’d been set up. I couldn’t let you pay for someone else’s mistake.”

“How did you know?” You leaned forward, intrigued, and he absently tapped his chin with a finger, gaze distant.

“I tracked you down before that Twi’lek did. It may as well have been advertised on your clothing.” He crossed his arms, head tilted to the side. “I wasn’t gonna bring you in. Not until I saw that bastard shoot you.”

Oh…now it all made sense. Why he’d shown up the way he had. Why he’d specifically targeted you, with your ridiculously low bounty. Why he hadn’t hurt you.

“You…saved my life.” Gratitude washed through you as he nodded, the movement once again stiff - clearly this was not the norm. “I had no idea. I’d been so scared…”

“I know.” He hesitantly met your gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Look…I’m not afraid anymore.” You watched him closely, gaze flicking over the strong planes of his face, voice soft.

You hoped he saw your gratitude. That you recognized the pained lengths he’d endured to go out of his own comfort zone to save a life. Especially when he was so good at taking them.

“Is that so, little one?” He shifted so he was sitting beside you, shirtless and impossibly broad, a softness striking through the storm in his eyes. “You’re sure?”

You felt as if an unspoken question was being presented, a ledge of which you could choose to either back away from or dive into. And so you took the plunge without a moment’s hesitation - knowing that you were playing with fire and were willing to risk getting burned.

“Yes,” you tilted your chin toward him, voice nearly a whisper as you looked into those dark eyes, feeling yourself swallowed whole. “I am.”

He broached the space between you in an instant, warm lips enveloping your own - kissing you much gentler then you’d imagined he would. He was hesitant, careful - only deepening the kiss when you responded in kind. When he finally pulled back, his gaze was still dark, but not cruel. You watched each other, breaths mingling, and you felt a heat crawl down your throat and settle between your legs. Damn, he was going to be the end of you.

“You’re beautiful.” He reached up, running a large hand through your hair. “I don’t know why you want to stay.”

“I do,” you smiled, genuinely smiled, and it seemed to soften his edges again, ever so slightly.

He pressed another kiss to your lips that felt like a promise, before pulling away with a soft groan, zipping his flight suit back up. “You need to rest, it’s been a long day. You can take my bed.”

“And where are you going to sleep then? The cockpit?” You nearly grinned when his lip twitched, your guess clearly correct. “But you’re hurt. That’s not a good idea…I can go back in the cargo hold for now if you want.”

“Stars, girl, you’re not a prisoner.” His dark brows lifted in exasperation, but his lips tugged in a smirk. “Take the bed. I’ve dealt with worse.”

“If you don’t have any other quarters we could just share this one.” You crossed your arms and dared to shoot him a wink. “I’ll stay on my side, promise.”

For a moment, he simply watched you, as if gauging your intent. Finally, he exhaled a resigned sigh and lay back down, the bed depressing with his weight. You watched him make a bit too much of a show of begrudgingly pulling the covers up to his chest before arcing a brow at you. “Well?”

Face burning, you shimmied across the bed and slipped into the covers on the far side, and by far, you realized there was maybe an inch or two between you. Perhaps you hadn’t thought this through. He regarded you evenly for a moment before flicking off the light, plunging the room in darkness.

You both lay in silence, as if waiting for the other to speak. It wasn’t awkward per se, but you hoped you hadn’t taken things too far. You hadn’t wanted to invade his space unless he gave it willingly…

“C’mere.” He still sounded gruff, but his touch was soft, guiding you to turn until your back was to him. A hesitant arm wrapped around your chest, holding you close. “Might help with the nightmares.”

It seemed he lived to present further contradictions, once again sending your head in a spiral. And yet it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you. A tear slipped down your cheek, but for once, it wasn’t because of sorrow.

For once, you weren’t alone.

-

Chapter four

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